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MyClanFamily MyFirstSlave

Title: My Clan family - My First Slave

Keywords: mF, inc, teen, mdom, sm, mom, son

Author: Caesar



An ARPAnaut name of Corvette

Had a fetish involving the net.

As he fondled his IMP

His cock went from limp

To as hard as concrete which has set.



My Clan family - My First Slave

by Caesar, copyright 2000-2002

$Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2002/04/15 14:07:25 $

When I got home from soccer practise I knew Linda or mom was in

trouble - that familiar stressful energy was in the air.

Dad met me just inside the kitchen - he was drinking his coffee and

reading the paper at the table, just like there was nothing going on.

"Ah Tom, come here boy."

I wanted to shower the sweat and dirt off my body but knew better than

to cross my father.

He seemed in rather good spirits as he set down his paper and looked

me right in the eye. "I think your ready son."

"Ready?"

He ignored my question, "I have had it with her... and besides your

old enough to handle it."

He was smiling at me as if awaiting praise, but truthfully I had no

idea what he was talking about. "'Handle' who dad?"

"Your mother boy." He said it like I was an idiot. "She is now your

responsibility."

What could I say, thanks?

He saw my confusion, "You know how this family works right Tom?"

I knew the family, or should I say the Clan, rules off by heart, as

did the rest of our family. "Yes sir."

"What you didn't know is that the head of the house can get rid of any

woman that he is master of...", he was getting 'rid' of mom? "...But

as is often customary, one or more of the ladies can be given to a

younger male of the household. Purely at my discretion mind you."

Whoa, is he saying what I think he is saying?

He saw the sparkle in my eyes, "That's right boy - I'm giving you your

mom."

As the rules go, the same rules my fathers family has been living by

for generations by the way, when he gives away a female in his

household even he has no claim over her, though I'm still beholden to

him as the head of our home and family. What that means is that if he

wants mother to join him in his marriage bed, then he has to ask me -

mother's new lord and master.

Mother is my first slave!

"Wow!"

Dad roared with laughter.

I had dozens of questions but the most obvious, "What about your

marriage dad?"

"Annulled this morning by the local Clan priest", which was like the

preacher for our religion. This meant that mother and father were no

longer married.

"Does she know?"

"Oh yes!" His coffee was finished and he strode over the counter to

deposit the mug. "Its a big responsibility son - more than you can

imagine."

Of course he was right but all that kept going through my head, was

that I was a woman's master. Hell, I'm fifteen years old and never

once been with a woman - that's right, I'm a virgin. I suppose mother
belonging to me could mean I... well, she has to do anything I tell

her right?

Dad came over and stood across the table from me, "Have you noticed

how your mom has been getting into a lot of trouble son?"

Oh yea. I've seen her purposely break dishes just to gain fathers

attention away from Linda - even if it was just for a spanking. "Yes

sir."

He nodded seeing that I understood, "I've lost interest in her son."

I knew where his interests were focused - my younger sister Linda. "I

don't even have the energy to keep on whipping her ass." Which, by

the way, was my fathers favourite punishment for ladies in his

household. In fact I think if he saw a naked woman, the first thing

that came to his mind was how she would look as her whipped her.

I nodded like I understood - while in truth I could not understand how

he could loose interest in mom, she was a fox.

He turned to go, "She is downstairs in the spare room", where she has

slept for the last several months, her and all her possessions having

been kicked out of dads room, "and is expecting you." As an

afterthought he added, "Linda will be in my room from now on."

At least until he tired of her or sold her off, but that was none of

my business - she was his.

Dad disappeared down the hall leaving me with my thoughts.

I couldn't very well run down stairs still wearing my soccer uniform

and feeling all hot and sweaty could I? Walking, though rushed, I

went to my room and ripped off my clothing and without even my robe,

rushed to the bathroom. I was anxious to find and join mom
downstairs.

From behind dad's bedroom door I heard the unmistakable sounds of

Linda moaning and knew dad was giving it to her. It was not the first

time I've heard him fucking her either - at least once a day these

last couple of months.

Wearing clean shorts and a loose tee-shirt I forced myself to walk

slowly down to the basement. mother awaited me, knowing I was the man
who held her fate at my whim. I could beat her till she was black and

blue, though the Clan forbid any permanent damage, or rent her out as

the centre piece to orgies, then again I could just sell her to get

more money for myself - I had been wanting that new computer after

all!

Now there was a thought.

She sat on the couch, that was also her bed, hands clasped together in

her lap staring at the rough carpet before her.

Mother is a very attractive woman; short blonde hair, full curvy body,

very large 'D' cup breasts and a face that held both her age and

beauty. Certainly she looked thirty three - dad having purchased her

when she was sixteen, the youngest age that could be sold into

marriage for our Clan and she had given birth only a couple of years

later.

Unfortunately for her though, my thirteen year old sister looked like

a younger version of mom. Huge breasts on this thin shapely body -

and a face that looked innocent and sexy. I could understand dad's

focus change but to give up his wife, my mother, while she still

obviously had many years of servitude left in her, that just didn't

make any sense to me?

She obviously had been crying while she waited - her whole life was on

the brink of change, and it may go for or against her. Even I knew

not what or how to care for a slave - especially one that was my own

mother.

Mom wore what dad had decreed for the spring and what I always

remember her wearing; a flowered loose summer dress, no bra and simple

cotton panties. I knew of the panties because I've seen mother lift

her skirt for punishment many times as ordered by my father.

Dad had always claimed his wife was a handful - especially for one

that was born into the Clan and not one that had come in a free-born.

Until today he had always enjoyed this sexy 'handful' at his

discretion.

"Uh... hi mom?" She hadn't moved, even though I've stared at her for

a couple of minutes.

"Hi." Barely a whisper.

"Dad told me." Nothing. "He said Linda is moving into his room...".

She lifted her head and looked me right in the eye, "I know!" It came

out very roughly, nearly a shout.

Damn, she wasn't going to make this easy was she?

Mom stared me down as if challenging me to prove my authority of her,

my own parent. To be truthful, the idea of mastering mother was very

attractive, the reality of it was much more complex. Dad was right, I

foresaw challenges with mom as my slave.

I looked around, mostly to give me something else to look at besides

her angry gaze, and saw the boxes and piles of loose clothing about

the walls of the room. It was cold and damp down here, as mother
should know by now. "Its chilly down here?" I needed something to

say.

She returned to looking at the carpet, we both knew that she would

live how and where I wished. If I wanted to make her sleep on the

porch outside, she would have too.

Finally she spoke up, "I suppose you will sell me to buy that computer

your father wouldn't let you have?" She was again glaring at me in

challenge. I should think I would get enough for a computer and a

used car from selling her!

I've thought of it, I'll admit it, it was true after all.

And facing this strong slave down showed that it would be a very tough

road if I kept her. But I wanted to know why she had come to this

conclusion, "Why do you say that mom?"

"I know you have no interest in me Tommy." She meant sexual

'interest' and she was wrong.

For a slave to survive she had to focus totally on her master, else

she face the consequences. In my household neither mom nor Linda

would even look at me if dad was in the room. If mom thought I never

watched with hunger as dad forced her over his knee for one of her

frequent on-the-spot spankings, she was very wrong.

Though her comment was incorrect I didn't want to come out and tell

her I thought she was a sexy woman and that I've masturbated for years

thinking about her round sexy ass and huge white tits. If I did, I

would give away some of my power - as she would know how to best

manipulate me.

As you can see, Dad has taught me well over the years.

I shrugged as an answer and she looked at the door, her belief that I

was going to sell her reaffirmed, at least to herself. Her eyes

clouded up with tears.

"Tell me why I shouldn't just sell you mom?"

She quickly countered, "I'm getting old, you won't get very much."

I parried, "Enough to get that new computer." Touche. And with dad's

standing instruction that mom and Linda both work out each day - I

should think the price for this big-titted slave would be very

lucrative.

Mother looked down at the floor and whispered, "I can make you very

happy honey." It was time for her to show her hand, attempt to show

her new master what she had to offer - even if I was her only son.

Her being my mother was irrelevant in the Clan's eyes - she was a

woman and a slave, that is all that mattered.

"How mom?" I wasn't giving her any mercy, as this first time together

as master-slave, would forever dictate how our future together would

be.

"I can teach you how to be a man." She must know I was a virgin, dad

had joked about it often enough around the dinner table much to my

embarrassment.

I thought to be ignorant, "Dad has been training me for years mom."

Now it wasn't going to be easy for her, "Differently Tommy... I can

help you become a man in... sex ways."

"'Sex ways'?" Now I was really being ignorant, but I was beginning to

enjoy this.

Dad had told me years ago that slaves only had one true power and that

was their sexuality - since by Clan law they could own no possessions.

As long as we, the men, understood about this power, they could never

control us with it. We would always control them.

Mother had to humiliate herself to resort to this form of manipulation

- with her future looking bleak, I suppose I should not condemn her

for it.

With bitterness she added, "Like your dad has Linda, you have me."

She saw my feigned blank look, "I will do everything I can to make

sure you are happy Tommy." She just could not come out and blatantly

say it but she looked me right in the eye and I saw her glaze soften

and her lips curl slowly upwards - a look that she has never given me

before. She was attempting to seduce me, her only son.

Yet I wanted to hear mother say the words; that I was her master. "I

have Jody - tell me why I need you mom?" Jody was my girlfriend, and

no she was not in the Clan but dad assured me it was fine, if I was

only 'sowing my oats', as he called it. To date, the most I got from

my girlfriend was a hand-job and to suck on her nipples - and till

this morning that was a very big accomplishment, at least to me. It

now seemed insignificant though.

That soft glaze turned away and I saw her face turn red - perhaps I

had pushed too far and she was starting to resolve herself to a life

in a whorehouse or a kitchen slave.

If, for no other reason, I would not sell her was the simple fact that

she was my maternal parent and I would not see her abused by anyone.

I would not sell her, for a computer a used car or for any amount of

money. I had come to this conclusion even before I came downstairs to

confront her - back when I took a shower.

Dad, in his mysterious wisdom, had seen fit to grant me this woman,

this slave, and I had a duty to protect and, yes, to pleasure her.

She being my mother, a woman that I love, just reinforced my beliefs.

From this day forwards, she had nothing but me - that was the law of

the Clan.

"I'm not going to sell you mom." I said it gently and mother spun her

head toward me and instead of pleasure I saw puzzlement. She really

did think I had no interest in her didn't she?

I looked around the room again, mostly old furniture and half empty

packing boxes... but a plan started to form in my mind. I'm sure dad

would agree if I asked to remodel the basement, to be a large room for

me. With better heating and more windows, this room could be a great

bedroom. There was even enough room to put a pool table and desk,

along with a bigger bed. After all, there was a slave that I would

like to add to the list of objects in the room as well.

As I had conceptualized the space in the basement, mother had slide

off the couch and was sitting on her heels, back straight and hands on

her lap palms up. It was a position I've seen her in numerous times

for dad, but never here alone with me... for me.

Her head was high but her eyes lowered and when she noticed my

attention back to her she whispered, "Master?"

So she had come to the realization that she had to live by my rules -

as my slave. For the first time in my life, a woman knelt this way

for me - and to tell the truth, I rather enjoyed it.

"Yes mom?"

"Master... I love you."

Though I could answer the same, it would be ill-advised to do so.

Instead I stood silent, staring at her. The fact that she felt this

way was irrelevant in the Clan's eyes, but meant much to me.

"I promise to be a good slave Master."

I thought to play with her a little, "You mean cleaning up and

cooking?" mom would have seen my smile if not for her lowered eyes.

"Yes Master, as well as attending to any desires you may have."

"Sex?"

"Yes Master."

"With you?" My smile was huge now.

"If you wish Master."

"You can call me Tom if you wish mom, just don't call me 'Tommy'."

"Thank you honey... Tom."

"Tell me what happened while I was at soccer that pissed dad off mom?"

She paused for a awkward length of time and I knew she did not want to

speak of such things out loud.

"Slave!" mom jerked as if hit, she was rather tense obviously.

"Your father asked me to deliver breakfast in his room... when I got

there I found your sister bouncing up and down above your dad,

fucking. He just said, 'set the tray there and get out', so I came

over and poured the contents of the tray on the bed next to Linda and

your dad." She took a long loud swallow and finished, "I expected a

beating but he just glared at me so I ran out and cried in the living

room. When he was finished with Linda he told me to pack up all my

things and go to the basement while he was going to the Clan priest to

annul our marriage. The last thing he said to me was that he was

giving me to you because he couldn't stand to look at me any longer."

"Is it not dad's prerogative to enjoy any woman within his home?"

"Yes." It came out more of a hiss.

"Even if it is his own daughter?" As was within the Clan's laws, even

if it is unwise.

"Yes."

"Then why did get upset with him? Why have you been acting like a

bitch for so long?" My voice had gotten angrier and I saw mothers

body freeze in fear.

"Why mother?"

"I was jealous." A whisper.

"Pardon me?"

"I was jealous of Linda."

"You realize that a slave is not allowed to be jealous don't you mom?"

The Clan's laws, written down by our forefathers hundreds of years

before, forbade any slave from being jealous - that it was actually a

crime in our religion. Yet those laws were wise enough to recognize

that females do get jealous of each other and it was up to their

owners to prevent any situation occurring. If a Clan elder had wind

of what mother had just said, not only would she be punished but dad

would as well.

"Yes Master."

"You realize that you could loose your rights as a slave and be

condemned as one of the lower caste don't you?" The punishment for

jealous slaves - I'll not got into the disgusting life such a woman of

the lower castes lead.

Her eyes came up briefly and I saw the surprise and questions, she had

told her son in confidence and she now wondered if it had been a

mistake. "Yes... Master."

"There will be no more jealously from you right slave?" It was the

first time I had called her thus, and it felt good rolling off my

tongue that way.

"No Master."

"I am going to buy a bride in a couple of years and I will have a very

harmonious household." My voice was coming out very stern. "You will

serve me breakfast while I fuck my slave if I so wish, you will even

feed it to me with your bare hands if I wish."

"Yes Tom."

"If I order you to clean my wife's cunt with your tongue after every

fuck what will you do mother?"

"As ordered Master." Her eyes were low and her body in that rigid

submissive posture, I couldn't read her body language very well.

"And you will enjoy it?"

"Yes Master, I will enjoy it." She didn't sound too sure of that

though.

I took a deep breath as my voice had been getting louder with each

statement, and then squatted down so my face was nearly level with

mothers. I lifted her chin and her eyes shifted to look into my own.

Gently I continued, "What happened in our house these last couple of

months will never happen in mine - you will not be discarded or

forgotten mother." Her eyes clouded up with tears, with happiness

this time. "You have to do anything I ask at any time," her head

nodded slightly in acceptance, "but you will always be the senior

slave of all my women."

Whispered, "Thank you honey."

I leaned in and pressed my lips to moms. It was our first kiss, I

don't remember the last time we even had our faces so close before.

Hers were moist and full, mine dry and warm but her head tilted and

eyes closed and then I found that our mouths fit perfectly. Our lips

opened and I felt her tongue slip past my mouth to find my own. I

could feel my response between my legs - mothers, as she groaned in

pleasure.

Was this what she had wanted growing up, to have a household that she

felt secure in, dominant of her peers? Did she think she had that

until dad fucked up by ignoring her? Well, as most sons will claim, I

wanted to be more than my father was, I wanted to be a better man and

master to the women in my life.

Don't read that to mean he was a bad person, he wasn't, but in this he

was wrong. It was his responsibility to protect and pleasure his

slaves - he had forgotten the latter with mom. As was the case, I

have leaned much from my father over the years, and this is simply

another lesson learnt. I indeed loved her, but I would never say it.

I sat back and looked at her face - it was lovely, glowing now with

pleasure rather than anger. mother slowly opened her eyes and tried

to read her sons, to no avail I should hope.

"Go over to that table and lay face down upon it mom, I'm going to

punish you."

The moment was gone, as she blinked and answered, "Yes Master." She

slowly got to her feet and moved to the dirty table. Upon it lay

piles of her clothing, and with a swipe of her arm, dozens of white

cotton panties tumbled to the floor. mother moved to the edge of the

table and then lowered her torso.

Her hands began to lift the hem of her dress up the back of her legs

when I grunted, "Stop! I will do that." Dad had always enjoyed

watching his women strip their bottoms themselves, it added to their

debasement, their humiliation.

Yet, I didn't want to humiliate mother only punish her - she had been

very naughty this morning when she poured the contents of that tray

down upon the bed and she hadn't been spanked for it. I didn't need

to tell her what the spanking was for, hell I didn't even need a

reason, by Clan law anyway.

While out duck hunting last summer dad had told me that slaves were

like animals - that they thought of hunger and pain as their prime

motivation. I think he forgot pleasure - I had seen enough of his

coupling with either woman in our home to know that he didn't think a

woman's pleasure to be important. While I, on the other hand, thought

it the most powerful of tools for a master. If you read between the

lines of the Clan bible, I think you would see that our forefathers

would have agreed.

Standing directly behind my mother I reached down and slowly lifted

the back hem of her dress with my fingers. I did it slowly, as I

enjoyed the sight - not new perhaps, but now this woman was mine. It

inched up her firm smooth shiny legs till I saw the white cotton panty
- then I bundled the flowered dress about her waist and stood back to

admire her covered ass.

Mom, as I said, had a wonderful bottom. She did aerobics and swam

every day. Dad had decreed that her focus be upon her breasts, to

keep them firm and sexy, but he may not have realized the bonus of

this round firm ass from all her exercises. In all my time watching

mother with dad, the only time he noticed her ass was when he spanked

or whipped it.

Then hooking both my index fingers just beneath the elastic of the

panty on either hip, I gently pulled downwards. With resistance her

panty lowered and I felt my eyes widen as more of mothers bottom

revealed itself.

This ass, white and without any blemishes looked delicious. Dad may

not have realized, but I think the path to mothers pleasure was her

bottom and not her tits, if he even cared. Just watch her pleasure

when he stroked her bottom or even spanked her was obvious, his

mauling of her chest was much less so.

I left her panty at half mast, nearly to her knees. "Feet further

apart mom." She did, till she could move them no further as her

undergarment was stretched to the limit.

"You have a wonderful ass mom." My hand lay upon one cheek and I

caressed it with a feather touch.

"Thank you honey."

My touches became firmer and I alternated between each cheek. mother
was beginning to breath heavier and when I firmly held one cheek in

hand and looked down between the divide at the treasure normally

hidden she held her breath with barely pent up pleasure.

As a slave, mother had grown up in a happy family knowing her future -

praying to find a good man who would live up to the Clan's proverbs.

To protect and pleasure being the most obvious. The priest from my

Sunday school, years before, had told use that when a woman spent

years expecting pleasure then delivering it by a good master was easy.

It was like a dam and all a man had to do was open the valve to

release the water - it was the same with a woman's pleasure.

"No more panties mom." I had just given her my first directive as a

man, this woman's Master.

"Yes Master."

Now both hands fondled either cheek and I easily saw the tiny wrinkled

muscle normally hidden between. Her ass hole - the one place that I

knew father never cared for - 'its where they shit son', is what he

told me when he found out that I was not a breast man.

Of course mother was clean, its not an option for a slave to be dirty

- unless directed so by her Master.

Enough! I stood back and sighed that I had to release those round

firm smooth globes. I had earlier seen a belt to one of mothers

dresses half ways out of a box in the corner - so retrieved it

quickly.

Now, to say I wanted to be a better man than my father is very true,

but what I didn't want to do is be as cruel of body as he was. I have

seen, or listened, to mother get a whipping nearly every day for the

last seven months, and infrequently before that. For any little

reason father glorified hurting mother. To some extent she enjoyed

it, but I knew father did not know when to stop the hurt and to give

pleasure. I prayed that I would.

It all goes back to our different perspective of the Clan Bible, that

pleasure is the paramount power rather than pain.

"Count out loud slave. You get fifty."

"Yes Master." She was an old hand at this, while I had never raised

my hand in anger or for punishment in my life.

The belt swung down with a whistle and mother grunted, "One!" She

continued to count as I tried hard to make sure each strike of the

makeshift whip was the same as the last, both in pressure and length

between. There was no surprises in this whipping.

By the thirtieth, her ass was bright red with welts. By fifty she

could barely talk and screamed at each strike - her ass now bleeding

at several points. It was a harsh punishment but hopefully it would

be rare, as this time it fit the crime.

When mother realized that she had screamed out fifty and then heard

her belt drop to the floor, she knew it was over and sobbed to

herself, thankful for the respite.

I again came up behind her and slipped my hand to the back of her

thighs, as touching her ass would aggravate her pain. Then I did

something that showed how inexperienced at this I truly was - I

slipped my hands up and pressed a finger into mothers vagina. In

retrospect, I should have waited and let her pent up frustrations

build or at least to use something besides my finger.

Mother gasped in surprise as did I - she was soaking wet. It was a

hot sticky wetness and I knew it to be the opening in her dam, the

valve was starting to open. I slipped a second finger in and mother
forgot her pain and started to gasp with pleasure.

"Are you going to be a good slave from now on mother?"

She only nodded, but that wasn't enough. I grasped her head of short

blonde hair in my free hand and lifted it from the table as my other

started to move my fingers in and out of her sex.

"Are you going to be dumping any more food onto beds mother?"

"No... honey!"

She was panting now, in time to the thrusts of my digits. "Good girl.

What are you mom?"

I jerked her head to get her to answer, "A slave darling." I roughly

pulled her head back so that her breasts started to lift from the

table and she retried her statement, "I am your slave Master."

"Good girl." I accelerated my thrusting fingers enjoying mothers

reaction. In all the years of watching mom and dad together I had

never seen her as passionate as she was at this very moment. Perhaps

the priests were right - that if given protection and pleasure a woman

was easily controlled. I had told her she had the former and that,

coupled with months of being sexually ignored, helped me open the

valve to the flood gates!

And as I contemplated this in my mind mother started to orgasm upon my

fingers and I can not do it justice but let me tell you that it was a

magical sight. So many firsts were happening for me today that I no

longer even counted, but seeing a woman, my mother, orgasm had to be

one of the best. She suddenly clenched her whole body before

individual muscles seemed to quiver uncontrollably - this included

those small muscles within her vagina. Her cunt held my two fingers

even as her head flew out of my surprised hand and her mouth opened

for a wailing scream of extreme pleasure.

It rocked the house and I knew dad and Linda two floors above could

hear her.

After that she suddenly collapsed and it seemed that she lost control

of every muscle in her body and lay dead-like upon the top of that

dirty table, gasping for air.

I had thought to slip myself into mother from behind after I teased

her a little and was so startled at this delightful outcome that I

just now remembered that I had lost out on the moment to loose my

virginity.

It had been worth it, let me assure you, as that loss would happen a

mere short while latter.



Mothers hand lotion was by the couch, along with a large assortment of

feminine products, and I squirted a large amount onto her ass. She

didn't even move as the cold cream was rubbed gently into her red
pained skin. Then I lowered her skirt and dropped her panty to the

floor about her bare feet.

It was over, I had punished and pleasured my slave... my mother.

Practically lifting her, I helped her over to the large comfortable

old couch and sat with her upon it. mother lay her head on my

shoulder, my arm about hers, and wrapped both her arms about my waist.

She sat on her hip, so as not to place pressure on her very tender

bottom. While I sat there holding her for what seemed like an hour.

Upstairs I could hear Linda move about in the kitchen, probably making

lunch for her and dad when I felt mothers hand gently pull my face

down toward hers. Her lips met my own and her tongue slipped into my

mouth. Passionately we kissed for a long while when I noticed

something by the door - turned to see Linda staring at us with wide

eyes.

Mother surprised me, "Hi darling?" Much more polite toward her only

daughter than I've heard in nearly a year. "Can we help you?"

I looked down to see moms happy proud smile and turned back to see

Linda's startled glaze.

"Uh... I came down to get some hamburger patties, dad wants a barbecue

for lunch. Do you guys want some?" The freezer was near the stairs,

just outside the door to this room.

I looked down at mom, wondering if she was hungry and she read my

disinterested gaze, "We'll pass honey," she answered without taking

her eyes from mine, "we are going to be busy for a while longer." Her

face glowed with pleasure as we shared a knowing look. In the doorway

Linda mumbled something and disappeared.

You must know a little about a teenage girl in our Clan whom must

attend to her father's needs. Though Linda seemed to greatly enjoy

her new standing within our family, as the most important female, the

one warming her fathers bed - it would would be hard pressed to get a

good price for her in a couple of years, when it was time to sell her

into marriage. mother had been a virgin when dad bought her from her

father, and it had cost him quite the small fortune at the time, but

that only revealed how wise her father had been. Linda's life, though

she may not yet know it, was only going to get worse - and it was all

because of dad's lack of self control with her natural beauty.

What mother knew and what I now understood within that hungry wet

kiss, was that none of it mattered. She had a new Master, a new

family if you will... and this time, it promised more than she had

received in her last.

Then again, maybe I'm over-thinking it, and mother was just basking

with the aftereffects of a huge orgasm - and saw in her daughters eyes

that the girl had never even come close to such a feeling. mother had

something that Linda did not, and may never have. Certainly not while

she shared my fathers bed, as he could care less.. mother had a new

man and she was proud of the promise of that new life.

Hands fumbled with the string of my shorts and I felt cool air upon

the hot skin of my half-hard dick. mother never took her eyes from me

and asked even as her warm hand encircled my cock, "May I suck you

Master?"

I couldn't even find the words, my mouth suddenly dry and my heart

thumping loud and fast, I simply nodded. mother smiled and with but a

quick parting kiss, lowered her eyelids and then her head. I felt my

body enter hers as she sucked me to the root.

Mother suckled me gently for a couple of moments, licking around the

head of my cock while it sat within her mouth, and I quickly grew to

full hardness. Then she began a slow torment by driving that

teenage-cock in and out of her mouth, a slow gentle glide with the

same speed that I had fingered her cunt I thought humorously.

This was it - the paramount of the responsibility and pleasure of

having a slave. It was nirvana, let me assure you. I knew at that

moment, without a doubt, that I had been right about pleasure being

the true power rather than pain. I have never seen mother treat dad's

cock as she now did my own - and I accredited it to her orgasm

earlier. Given pleasure mother would return it, with interest. If

that pleasure was forced from her, she would only give what she had

too.

Mother sucked my cock with love and desire - and put more feeling and

passion in each movement than her whole time with my father. And true

to being a horny teenager, it could not last!

The first blast surprised me, but I knew mother anticipated it as she

lowered her face till I could feel the head of my dick hit the back of

her throat. Then the remaining spurts of come shot out of my dick and

mother hungrily swallowed it all. The loud gulps coming from her made

me think that this is the one meal she had been waiting for her whole

submissive life - perhaps she had been.

I sat panting while wearing a smile.

Mother was my slave, mine. I could have those lips about my cock

every day, twice or three times if I wished it!

She sat back up and lay her head again on my shoulder, allowing me to

regain my breath and even my strength. While her hand gently stroked

my still hard prick, now covered in a thin film of her saliva and my

sperm.

It then hit me that I wanted, more than anything else in my life, to

loose my virginity to this woman, this slave. Immediately!

I kissed her forehead and ordered, "Get up and stand before me mom."

She seemed a little surprised but did as I asked, standing with her

legs nearly touching my knees. I took the place of her hand on my

dick with my own.

"Now get naked."

The uncertainty in her eyes was suddenly gone and all that was left

was pleasure. Her hands came deliberately up and she unbuttoned her

dress. After four buttons it slipped easily down her body to lay

bundled about her feet.

Mother stood a mere meter before me, completely naked.

I sat staring at my slave as she stood awaiting my next command,

watching the pleasure in my eyes to be sure. mother had very large

beasts and five centimetre wide nipples - triple 'D' had had said. No

wonder a man would loose themselves in those huge bags of sexy flesh,

they were magnificent. I trailed the curve of her waist down to her

hips with my eyes, enjoying the path. mother had a very firm sexy

body, years of daily workouts, and could easily be mistaken for a

woman ten years younger.

Lower down was a generous growth of dark blonde hair, her pussy. It

was lovely and wild and I guessed it to reflect mothers wild and

strong personality. Beneath that blonde jungle was the glistening

pinkness of her excitement - her cunt.

"God your sexy mom."

I leaned forwards and planted a kiss upon her blonde beaver - and

mother suddenly gasped in surprise and involuntarily grasped at my

head from pleasure. Dad would never, and I mean ever, do that.

I leaned further and slipped out my tongue and tasted her tangy strong

flavour and was gratified to hear another gasp, of pleasure this time

from mom. Again I licked, my tongue flicking at the hard button at

the top of the crevice, well hidden within the hairy growth. She

jerked out her hips and crouched down to allow me easier access.

Then I sat back, merely teasing her this time, while pulling a single

kinky blond hair from my mouth. I caught her eye and told her, "If

you trim back that bush I think you'll get a lot more of that in the

future." I was very serious, I've always wondered what mother tasted

like and now that I knew, I was addicted. If not for my anxious need

to loose my virginity within her, I should think I would have

continued with my oral explorations.

"Oh Master! I will shave it bald for you immediately!" She was

serious.

I answered with a smile, thinking what her sex would look like without

hair upon it, "Then I'm going to enjoy licking you from clit to ass

hole to make you come!"

She squealed in pleasure, her teeth showing white with her wide smile.

I could read her thoughts, that I was going to not only lick her most

sensitive of places, her clitoris, but I was also going to tongue that

most secret of pleasure zones of hers, her ass hole.

Wiggling my dick comically I ordered, "Now get down here and sit on my

throne slave!"

She rushed forwards with a girlish giggle, "Oh... yes my darling!"

Mother knelt to either side of my thighs and positioned her pouty

dripping sex above the head of my dick. Then she stopped before the

plunge and looked her son in the eye with a furled brow and serious

eye, "You find me pleasing Tom?"

That had to take the award for the stupidest question of the day, even

comparing them to my earlier dumb comments. It did not even deserve

an answer.

Rather I grasped mothers soft hips in both hands and suddenly drove

her down. mom screamed out in another, though less intense, orgasm as

I felt her pubic bone press into me.

My hands let go of her hips and slide up to her large breasts, they

were most definitely more than a handful. I twisted one nipple

firmly, but not maliciously. "Get that red ass moving mom - this is

my first fuck and I intend on enjoying it."

With a tired moan mother grasped my shoulders with her hands to steady

herself and then began this simultaneous rotation and thrusting upon

my dick. Even though she had her second orgasm and her body had to be

exhausted, mother began to pant and sweat with her new found climb up

another explosive summit.

I simply sat back and watched, my hands having fallen back to the

couch. If watching her pleasure herself on my fingers earlier had

been delightful - imagine with a much bigger object and with the bonus

of pleasing her man. I could see that she was building up to another

ear shattering orgasm - and do you want to know something, I wanted to

give it to her. I did, I wanted to be her best - the best master, the

best fuck, everything.

If her ass had not been glowing and sore, I would probably have thrown

her on the dirty carpeted floor and fucked her hard and fast - or if

nothing else, reached around and played with that big sexy ass. But

alas, I could not - at least not if I cared about her pain. Which I

did.

Instead I simply sat and enjoyed. It was the best thing I could have

done. I lost my virginity in this cold damp basement by the best

looking woman in my life and in the process had gained a slave.

Mother's head was laying back on her neck so that her chin was nearly

straight up, and I saw that her mouth was open as if the scream of

pleasure was fast approaching. Her body continued to move deliciously

and my own pleasure was mounting.

Even as that first intense pressure deep down beneath my balls moved

upwards to my dick, mother began to scream out in orgasm with a fury

that surprised and pleased me. It was more intense than the first.

Along with her violent outburst of energy and pleasure, the muscles

deep within her again clenched and convulsed about my dick. It was

all that was needed for me to loose myself in my own pleasure.

I pumped my seed into my slave.

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