The moving was finally done. There would still be days of unpacking to go, but the moving truck, with the beefy guy wire finally labour away.

My mother and I had moved here to this suburb. To this cul-de-sac to get away from my asshole dad.

Now it was just the two of us. Alone. Finally.

I had just turned nineteen a couple months ago. I was in good chassis. I had been star of the track team at my luxuriously school. I was handsome-ish. And had a near size peter. I was going to college in the declination but would suffer to know at home to help oneself mom with the new house.

My mother was in her former thirty-something and quite attractive. Long red/brown hair, pale pelt, cute lentigo, and D-cup tits. Her only if problem was she tended to dress frumpy. Not showing off her curvy body at all.

That will change soon if I have my way. A new place is a new opportunity for a new life. It is clip for me to be the man around here. baron of my castle. And mom will let to learn her right place. The palace slut.

I headed downstairs. Looking around I found my mom in the kitchen. She's wearing baggy Grey sweatpants and a large tshirt. On her hands and knee half in the kitchen stove trying to cancel it clean of the filth and lubricating oil.

I strip off my own sweaty apparel, before entering the kitchen. My hammer already rock hard in my script. I watch her big ass, wiggling under her grey sweats as she scrubs.

" Brian ? Can you help me ? "

" Oh yes mom. I'll help. "

I get behind her and grab the sash of her trouser. Then I tug them down. The grey cotton sliding easily over her big rung ass. field white panties the only thing protecting her most precious spot from me.

" Wa... what do you call back your doing ? " She demands. Trying to turn around, but restrained in the soaked space.

" Whatever I want mother. " I say. I shove my hand between her clenched thighs. My fingers rubbing her strong pussy.

" Unh... no ! break this at once. "

Instead I grasp her panties and yank them down too. Her cunny now exposed for my enjoyment.

" No ! Brian stop !... please ? " The last bit was sweet, sweet beggary. I planned to make her do a lot of begging.

I began to rub her moist purulent lips with the tip of my hammer.

" Oh ! Oh god no ! Brian, you can't do this. Please ? "

But I could. Quite easily in fact. I close my eye in bliss as my cock coast smoothly into her.

" Noooo ! Oh noooo ! " She cried as my balls settle against her soft twat.

" Oh, yes ! Mother. God yes ! "

Grabbing her coxa I start thrusting in and out. She braces herself in the dirty oven as she grunts. My cock the showtime she has had in over a twelvemonth.

Once I'm in a in force rhythm I lean forward and tug her shirt over her chief. It drops the the bottom of the oily stove, her arms still caught in the sleeves. She doesn't even struggle, just moans in pleasure. Then I unsnap her white bra, yanking that down too. I grab both and get out them out of the stove. Leaving my cover girl mother topless. Her big dangling tits slapping together in time with my thrusts.

" Oh, god Brian. Mmmn. Why ? Why... unh ! Would you do this ? "

" Whores don't ask why, female parent. They just spread their stage and take it. " I grab her by the hair and get-up-and-go her fount and tits into the slimy dirt at the bottom of the cooking stove, as I fuck her.

My early hand slaps her dessert ass as I fuck her. I smile as I leave red handprints on her pale cutis.

" Oh ! Oh ! Oh noooooo ! " Her body tremble as she gives in to her soil orgasm.

" You slut ! " I berate her. " You just came to your own son's dick inside you ! "

" Oh, noooo ! "

" Oh, yes ! You are just a dirty lady of pleasure aren't you ? " I punctuate my dubiousness with a smacking on her red ass. And I slide her boob and face back and forth in the grime.

" Unh ! Yes. I'm a dirty sporting lady. Oh god ! "

" I'm going to cum mother. "

" No ! Oh no. delight not that. Not inside me. "

" Oh yes. Mother my cum all up inside you... unless... "

" Anything. Just not that. Please ? "

" You got to swallow it mother. Every shoemaker's last drop cloth of your son's jizz. "

" Y... yes. Yes ! Ok. Just not inside me. Please. "

So I pull her out of the oven, and turn her around. Smirking at the grease and dirt smeared all over her bosom and face.

She quickly, almost eagerly takes my cock in her mouth.

I don't in conclusion long as she massages my balls. Like an expert prostitute.

I shoot my lading into my mother's mouth and she dutifully swallows every lowest drop.

When she finishes she releases my limp cock and looks up at me. Waiting.

" C. H. Best close cleaning the stove mother. " She nods and reaches for her bra. I kick it out of reach.

" Don't want to get your wearing apparel dirty now do we ? "

look chastised, she turns back to the stove. She doesn't even root for her panty up.

I stand and watch her sweet derri & egrave ; re as she cleans.

When she finishes she heads upstairs. I hear the exhibitor head start and wait a few minutes for her to clean herself. Then I head up.

& mdash ; & mdash ; -

The bathroom all steamy I can barely see her curvy physical structure through the cascade Methedrine as she rubs her big breasts. I step in behind her. She tenses, knowing I'm there.

" Please, Brian. No more. " She begs.

" You know we've only started, slut. " I tell her. " I like a unspoiled cock sucking with my shower. Get on your knees. "

She does reluctantly.

As I wash and shampoo my tomentum. My female parent expertly sucks my dick. She is quite adept. " You're a nice fiddling shit, aren't you ? " I ask. Getting no real response.

Soon I am coming in her mouth again. My mother swallowing every last drop curtain of my man juice.

Then she sits there on her knee joint in front of me, head down. Waiting. Wet hair plastered to her head, water streaming down her adorable dead body.

Finished, I slap her ass as we step out of the shower.

" We can't. " She starts. " We can't keep... "

" Hush. " I tell her. " You belong to me, understand ? I know you mother. You need a master. Dad couldn't quite give you what you needed could he ? "

She mutters something. " What ? " I ask.

" No. He couldn't be anything but an ass. "

" I smile. " That's right. And yet you are submissive. You are lost without a master. " I pause for a second. " Get on your custody and stifle ! " I shout.

She does, seemingly without thinking.

" See ? Now, who do you belong to ? "

" I... I belong to you. " She says. Her head lowered in licking.

" And who am I to you ? " I demand.

" My son. My son is my original, because I am a true whore. "

" Ha ha. Good. " I say helping her rack. " I know you will be uncomfortable and repellent for a few twenty-four hour period. But I'm surefooted you will soon fully embrace your new life. "

We head to her chamber. " You will have to dress to make me happy from now on, understand ? " She nods. " Your first doubtfulness should always be,'would my lord like me in this'before putting something on. "

She didn't really throw much sexy lingerie. Dad had bought her a few pieces that she wore once if at all.

I made her put on a matching pink sheer croptop and thong. With red stockings. Obviously a Valentine gift. She didn't like the G-string, but her ass looked damn sexy in it. I will crap sure to get her plenty

" clock time to make your son dinner. " I told her.

" Yes Brian. "

& mdash ; & mdash ; & mdash ;

I went to put on clothes as she, humiliated, went downstairs.

dinner was quite skillful. Cooked in the newly cleaned stove.

After dinner party she sits on the couch while I set up the tv.

" paste your legs. " I order her. She dutifully complies. I enjoy the opportunity to glance over at my mother, legs obscenely go around, from behind the amusement shopping centre as I work.

Soon we are watching some situation comedy. My work force under her clothes. One caressing her tits, the other fingering her dampish slit.

She just sits there like a log. Letting me do whatever I want. For a moment I doubt myself. Doubt my plan. I know I'm evil, and what I'm doing is damage. But I had thought I was rightfield about my female parent. Had I violated her for nothing ?

Then. Slowly, her hand slips into my lap. Caressing my hard cock through my pants.

Her early hand grabs the remote. She changes the tv to internet. Then she puts on porn.

We watch as a pair of clean-handed blond char walk into a biker bar. Soon they are stripped and pack banged. Eventually some big biker dyke shoves the thick end of a pool cue up the taller one's ass.

" I need you, Brian. I need you in me. " Mom whispers.

I push her face down on the sofa and yank off her panties.

climbing on top, my hawkshaw easily slips in her wet pussycat.

" Unh ! Yesss ! " She hisses. The girlfriend on sieve, covered in jizz, tossed in a dumpster behind the bar. The future fit starts.

My mother pant and moans, my dick thrusting deep in her. She watches as a schooling instructor is punished by the principal sum on the tv.

We watch a match more than video recording as I slowly jazz my mother. She comes twice before I am finally ready.

" Gon na cum mother. "

" Oh. Ok just let me... "

" No. I'm gon na cum in you. "

" No hold. P... please don't. "

" Nah. " I tell her happily. " Best you get over this hang-up quickly. "

" But... no wait ! " Too late my testis clench and my dick spasm, spilling my seed into her sporting lady's pussy.

" Oh god. I feel it. Brian I feel your cum inside me. " She says sounding half excited.

" That's right female parent. All up inside you. " She moans loudly. Contentedly.

Later I let her wear one of my plain blank tees. It drops to just below her ass and makes her search sexy and vulnerable all at once.

We sleep in what had been her bed. She snuggles up to me. A happy little subservient slave adjacent to her king.

The baron of the cul-de-sac.