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I was tired, but I had just confessed to my sister that I wanted to fuck our mother and minutes later there she was, opening her robe, showing her son everything and inviting him to do just that.
Even in a family rich with perversion, fucking one’s mother is still a transformative act. It changes everything between a mother and her son when they make each other cum. I knew fucking mother would involve a high degree of drama and that she would attempt to use her wiles to keep me in line once I had exploded inside her holes.
But the desire outweighed the warning bells in my head. When I finally walked into mother’s bedroom, she was laying face down on the bed with a pillow underneath her stomach to prop up her full, round ass. She was totally naked but for high heels. She heard me come in but did not acknowledge me verbally but she did raise herself onto her knees and spread her legs.
I must admit; the view was glorious. Mother does have a fine, big ass and her pussy was wet and shining. I knew she wanted me to fuck her pussy, perhaps suck her first, but I figured doing what she expected would give her too much power over me. I began undressing and is a firm but soft voice, I said, “Mother, reach underneath and play with your clit.”
She hesitated. Not because she was shy about touching herself, but because she knew doing so would mean an act of submission to her son. I anticipated her internal struggle and raised my voice and gave it a more commanding tone. “Mother, play with your cunt, now, if you want my cock inside you.”
Despite mother’s desire to be in control, she immediately began rubbing her clit and fingering her hole.
I crawled on to the bed. “You want your son’s cock, don’t you mother?”
Her face was pushed into a pillow and her response was muffled.
“Look at me, mother, and answer my question and be clear about what you want.”
“Oh, Bart,” she moaned, raising her head and turning it toward me. “I want your cock and I want your cum. I want you to take your mommy, please.”
“That’s better, mother.” I slowly slid two fingers into her pussy.”
“Jesus, Bart, yes.” Mother kept rubbing her clit.
Once my fingers were soaked I rubbed her juices around and inside her asshole.”
Mother looked back at me, her eyes wide. “Oh,” she moaned. “Are you…”
Before she could finish her question or offer any resistance, I plunged my rock-hard cock into her asshole, grabbed her hips and started ass fucking my mother. I was forceful and rough, and made sure each thrust brought me balls deep into her dark hole.
Mother buried her face once more into the pillow but arched her back and pushed back with each thrust, moaning and grunting, hissing and scratching the head board.
“You sound like a barn yard animal,” I laughed.
“Oh, Bart, please don’t…”
“You sound like I imagine pigs sound when fucking.”
“I’m coming, son. Fuck, fuck.”
Sure enough, my mother began squirting and feeling her warm spray took me over the edge and I starting shooting inside her, filling her with four or five thrusts of cum. I pulled out slowly and sat back on my haunches. “Now push it all out, mother.”
“No, that’s humiliating.”
I slapped both cheeks hard and repeated my order.
“It will make unpleasant noises,” mother protested.
I slapped her ass harder. “Do you want me to fuck you again sometime?”
“Y…yes, Bart, I do.”
“Then push out the cream pie onto to your silk sheets.”
Mother began tightening and releasing her sphincter. Cum dripped out in little cum farts that I knew embarrassed her. “Good girl, mother.”
When she was done dripping all my cum out her ass, I got off the bed, put my pants back on and just left. I didn’t say anything to her. All she heard was her bedroom door closing.
I returned to my room via the kitchen where I pop opened a beer and sat down to enjoy it. Veronica was already there, eating berries and cream. She gave me a twisted look. “I heard you, you know. You fucked mother, didn’t you?”
“Oh, I did more than that, sis. I made her mine.”
“In your dreams, Bart.”
“You’re just jealous.”
Veronica nodded. “It’s true.”
“I should have had you underneath her sucking her clit while I filled her ass with cum.”
“You what?”
“She could have pushed my cum out into your mouth, Veronica.”
“Oh, fuck me, Bart. I would have, you know, lapped it up.”
“Well if you are nice to me, I may let you sometime.”
“Mother görükle escort bayan wants to fuck me too, bro.”
“Maybe, but she is going to learn that who she fucks and sucks will be my decision in the future.”
“Fat chance.”
“You’ll see, sis.”
***
When mother finally woke up I was just finishing my breakfast in the dining room. Rosita was clearing the table.
“Rosita,” mother said. “Can you make me some oatmeal?”
Mother was wearing one of her long, sheer robes and nothing else. I knew she wanted some alone time with me and knew she wanted to reinsert her dominant position in our relationship, but I spoke before she had a chance.
“Mother, I will want you to suck my cock after breakfast and drink my cum. For now, you can open your robe so I can enjoy looking at your big tits.”
She frowned and opened her mouth, but I kept talking. “If you want to have my cock, you will do as I say from now on. If you argue with me, I will just ignore you. If you say you won’t let me fuck you again, I will do it anyway because down deep you know the truth.”
“What is that?”
“You want to be with your son. You want his cock inside of you. Can you actually say you don’t?”
Mother knew she was beaten. She opened her robe to expose her tits and bowed her head slightly. “No Bart, I need your cock now.”
When Rosita arrived with the oatmeal, she looked surprised to see my mother’s bare breasts hanging free and visible.
I chuckled. “Rosita,” I said. “Somethings are changing around here.”
“Yes,” she said. “I sensed that.” She glanced at my mother’s hard nipples. “I will leave you both now.”
Fifteen minutes later I was sitting in the plush chair I had in my room and my mother was on her knees worshiping her son’s cock. I pushed her head down so that she took it all in, which caused her to drool and gag, but she kept at it. She licked my shaft and my balls, swirled her tongue on my cock head, and made such sweet slurping sounds.
When I was about to cum, I stood up and pulled her head back by her hair and creamed all over her surprised face. I smiled at her and to further position myself as having all the power, I said, “Mother you are dismissed. You can wipe off my cum once you are in your private bathroom.”
Her room was on the mainfloor and mine was in the farthest corner away on the second floor. “Someone might notice,” she whispered, clearly mortified by the prospect of being seen with spunk dripping down her cheeks and off her chin.
“It’s what I want, mother, and I expect you to obey me.”
“Now listen here young man.”
I couldn’t keep back my laughter. “Mother you are going to lecture me covered in my cum? Really?”
“Please, Bart.”
“You like being seen. Now you will be seen even more, but on my terms, not yours. Is that clear, mother?”
She and I both watched as a strand of cum that had been dangling from her chin escaped to slither snake-like down her breasts.
“Are you smiling, mother?”
“I do love cum,” she said.
“Then, wear it proudly to your room.”
Mother stood up to leave. “Yes…” she paused and then met my eyes with hers. “Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice cracking a bit.
It took a while for my mother and I to adjust to our changed relationship, but far shorter than I imagined. Within a couple of weeks, she agreed to not be with any other man or woman unless I gave her permission.
I increased my control over, having her check with me what to wear in or out of the house. I told her what colour to paint her toenails and what shade of lipstick to wear. I decided if her hair was up or down. I also introduced her to a variety of rituals.
Each morning she woke me up with her head buried between my legs. My cum was her first meal of every day, and at night, the last thing she tasted. When we were alone she would sit with her legs as wide open as she could muster and often I had her masturbate for me while I read a book or watched a show. I never let her come, which she hated at first, but eventually she learned about the pleasure of being on the edge.
At the kitchen table I would have her hump the corner leg or the arm of a chair. When we ate with the family, she was polite to Rosita and addressed me as “Sir.” Veronica watched her mother transform from a domineering, often over the top baroness to a kinder, submissive, and easy to be with woman. She complimented others, especially Veronica. “You look so good today, dear,” she would say. altıparmak eskort Or, “That dress you wore last night was stunning.”
One night, Veronica came into my room. I knew something was up because she sat down and took off her tee-shirt and lifted her breasts up in my direction, as if an offering of some sort.
“Do you like them, Bart?”
“Your tits are wonderful, sis.”
“Are mom’s bigger?”
She grimaced when I confirmed they were. “But you already knew that didn’t you?”
“I guess.”
“Bigger doesn’t mean better, Veronica.”
She leaned back in her chair and opened her legs. “What you are doing with mother makes me wet, Bart.”
“I can see that.” I smiled.
“I feel left out,” she finally said.
“What do you want?”
“You know.”
“I know you want to be with mother, too.”
“Yes, I do.”
“I can make that happen, sis, but…”
“Fuck,” she interrupted. “I squirted a little just now.”
“But,” I continued. “You have to change, you know, like mother is changing.”
“You want me to be submissive to you?”
“Yes, it makes everything simpler if mother and you just obey me. No arguments, no passive-aggressive ploys to deal with, and no more airs of superiority that you two love to project.”
“I don’t know if I can, Bart.”
“Veronica. Stand up and turn around and face my door.”
My sister glared at me.
“Just do it.”
Slowly, Veronica pushed herself out of her chair, stood up and turned around. “Now what?”
“Now you bend over and spread your ass cheeks for me and ask me to own your ass.”
“Jesus, Bart.”
“Or you just walk though my door and never come back asking me anything about mother, much less you joining us.”
“Fuck you.” Veronica took two steps toward the door, but stopped and just stood there for a minute or two. No doubt her head was spinning, but she finally clued in to how things had to be if she wanted to be included in the family perversions going on. She bent over, spreading her legs and tugging her ass cheeks wide apart. “Bart will you own my ass, please.”
“You still seem tentative, sis. Say it with conviction and address me as ‘Sir’ this time.”
This time the hesitation was shorter. “Sir…” She turned her head to look at me. “Sir, will you own my ass?”
“I will think about it, sis. Now go to bed. I am tired.”
After she slammed the door, she opened it back up and said, “Sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to slam your door.”
“Good girl, sis.” Then I waved her off and said, “This time, go to bed. Don’t masturbate either.”
“Yes, Sir,” she muttered. I have a feeling that as soon as the door clicked behind her, she muttered a few other choice words, but I didn’t care. I had gotten to where I wanted to be with Veronica and I wanted her to stew in it a bit. Tomorrow things would change even more for her.
***
Circumstances kept us apart of the next couple days. We had friends stay with us and there was a party that mother and Veronica had to orchestrate, which kept Rosita busy and no doubt even more resentful of her spoiled employers. I had to console her now and again.
“I know they drive you crazy, Rose.”
“Can’t you do something?”
“What’s in it for me?”
Rosita sighed. “What on earth do you want from me?”
“I want you to loosen up, Rose, and be more playful and attentive in ways you are not.”
“I am not going to fuck you, Bart.”
“Maybe, maybe not, but there are other ways you can accommodate me.”
She shook her head. “You are an asshole,” Bart.
“Sometimes, but I think if you loosened up, your life here would be easier. Besides, soon I will be who you report to.”
“What?”
“My mother will stop ordering you around.”
“And you will?”
“Yes, Rose.”
“Like how?”
“Well for one thing, I would like you to dress differently. You look too plain in your housekeeping clothes. I think you would be more comfortable wearing less.”
“You want me to dress like a slut?”
“That’s one way to interpret things,” I said. “I prefer to think of you dressing in a manner that is more pleasing and that shows off how beautiful and sexy you are.”
“I can’t afford what your mother wears or your sister for that matter.”
“But I can, Rose.”
“Well, can we go shopping together?”
“That could be fun.”
Our conversation was interrupted by my mother bellowing, “Rosita, I need you, now.”
“All nilüfer escort this will change, Rose, I promise, as long as you do as I say.”
“I am afraid of what you will say.”
“I know, Rose. I will explain everything soon. Now go attend to mother before she has a hissy fit.”
***
It was three days after my sister asked me to own her ass. Our guests were gone, the party was over, and mother, Veronica, and I were sitting in the parlor sharing a glass of wine. Mother was wearing one of her see through robes and Veronica was wearing a bikini that was so small, her breasts looked like they would fall out of her top any moment, and what covered her pussy was not much more than dental floss.
I turned to mother and said, “Mother, remove your robe.” Then to Veronica, I said, “I want to see you naked.”
I didn’t wait for an answer but enjoyed the incredulous looks they were shooting my way. My mother had been sitting in an armchair and Veronica was next to me on the couch. I got up and told my mother to switch places with me. “That way I can get a good look at both of you.”
No one moved. I was standing between them, waiting. “Look,” I said. “I know what you both want, so just do it.”
“Oh brother,” Veronica sighed.
My mother stood up and let her robe slip from her body. As she sat down next to her daughter, Veronica stood up and took off her bottoms and unfastened her top, throwing them both on the floor. She sat back down as far as she could from mother.
“Sit side by side and open your legs wide.”
Amazingly there was no hesitation or argument. Each of them scooted toward each other and then opened their legs.
“Now masturbate and do it with style. I want to see you be hungry to cum.”
Both began fingering themselves, trying not to look at each other. As if on cue, both started rubbing their breasts and pinching their nipples with their free hand.
That was the moment Rosita walked in. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “I am so sorry.”
“Hi Rose, please stay.”
“What,” my mother cried.
Veronica looked at me like I was evil, which of course I was.
“No, I should go,” Rosita exclaimed.
“You will stay and an hour from now everything you hate about working here will be resolved. Trust me.”
I turned toward my mother and sister. “From now on you will treat Rose with respect. If you want her do anything beyond her normal routine, you will clear it with me. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” mother said.
“Okay,” my sister said.
Rose at down on the floor at my feet, facing her employer and her daughter. “So, Rose, what would you like them to do?”
“Do?”
“Yes, they are naked, wet, and fingering their cunts. What would you have them do next?”
“Maybe they could suck each other?”
“You mean, 69?”
“Sure, why not?”
I knew my mother hated what was happening but also knew this was the kind of kinky shit she lived for. She was the first one off the sofa. She laid down on the floor and looked at her daughter, “Well?”
Veronica took her sweet time but eventually she lowered her pussy onto her mother’s mouth and lowered her head and started kissing my mother’s clit. The first minute or so was awkward, but then the next hour became a suck fest. Both of their faces were drenched with cum and squirt. They fingered each other, even in the ass a few times.
They became so focused on each other, they didn’t notice Rose leaning over and sucking my cock, all the while watching them suck each other. The only time she looked away was when she closed her eyes and took my spunk in her throat. She moaned as she swallowed and that got the attention of mother and Veronica.
I winked at them. “I know. I know. You wanted my cum, didn’t you?”
There was still some cum oozing out of Rose’s mouth, not enough for a cum swap but certainly enough to be licked off.
I smiled at Rose. “You need to be cleaned, Rose.”
She nodded, but didn’t know what to do.”
“Veronica, get over here and lick up my cum.”
My mother sat up briskly. “Why her?”
“Because sometimes, mother, you have to learn to be second.”
Veronica was too far gone to protest. She crawled over to Rosita and starting kissing and licking her.
“Mother, you can drink me in the morning like usual.”
Veronica and Rosita both looked at me and then at my mother with envy in their eyes.
“Don’t worry,” I assured them. Both of you can suck me off together after lunch tomorrow.”
The parlor smelled like pussy and cum. All three women were sweaty and their hair was akimbo.
“Tomorrow at breakfast, I want you naked and convivial with one another.”
It was the first time all three of them said, “Yes Sir” in unison.
I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.
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