Mother's Submission Ch. 06

After the orgy at Aunt Jane's, Mother and I settled down into a daily routine. In the morning, she would get up before me, don lingerie, makeup, and then prepare my breakfast. When I entered the kitchen, she would drop to her knees, lift her breasts for my amusement (be it to fondle or abuse them), and open wide her mouth for me to insert my erect penis. Those morning blowjobs kept me going all day.

Fred was a little upset when I told him to back off a bit, that this was a training period and he must respect my wishes if he ever wanted to 'bury his cock in my slut again'. Fred shot back with, "Well then, we've got to find me my own slave." That was food for thought.

It was on Wednesday that my homeroom teacher told me I was to have a meeting with my guidance counselor and my mother the next morning, after second period. I asked her what this was about, and if I was in any trouble. She said that she didn't think so and for me not to worry. So of course I was concerned immediately. But no matter what I came up with, it always boiled down to mom and me.

Fred was no help at all. He merely made it worse by pointing out that if it had anything to do with my secret relations with mom, then she was certainly going to jail, and probably the two of us as well.

As soon as I walked through the door at home that afternoon, mom was ready for her normal good hard fucking, but I had other things on my mind. When I told her about the meeting, she said that the guidance counselor had called and made an appointment for the two of us to discuss my college possibilities. Boy, what a relief that was.

Mom was half naked, as usual and acting the part of sex kitten, while I calmed down and tried to get in the mood. I was way behind her though, but I had an idea. I called Fred and invited him over saying, "Mom needs to be royally fucked, in the worst way." He made it to my house in record time. Mother was soon moaning in pleasure as he plowed her hot pussy from behind, doggy style.

After they both came, I was up for the game and had her give me a long drawn out blowjob. She was insatiable. When I shot my wad, she went to work on Fred, who said that he couldn't get it up right then. Yet, he did.

She turned around and begged him to, "Fuck my ass please, sir." He obliged and reached around her, to pinch her nipples. She always got off on that.

Fred had to go home after that. Once he left, mom and I had a quiet dinner and she curled up at my feet while I did my homework. She licked and sucked on my toes, and ended up masturbating with my foot half way into her cunt.

Having given some thought to the impending meeting, I told mom to dress nice, but not provocative. She agreed saying, "I don't suppose that it would be a good idea for me to show up wearing nothing but a see through body stocking." Actually, it conjured up a rather enticing picture, but it was out of the question.

My morning was quite normal, both at home and at school. I reported to the guidance office, at the appointed hour, and found mother sitting in the waiting room.

She was dressed in a conservative outfit, but on her it was sexy as hell. She wore stockings and heels, a black skirt that stopped two inches above the knees, and a floral patterned blouse that was not shear in the least. Two buttons were open on the blouse, but there was only the slightest hint of cleavage. Her hair was soft and flowing onto her shoulders, framing that beautiful face, which she had made up to emphasize her eyes and high cheekbones. Mother looked stylish and sexy, without looking like a slut.

She stood as I entered the room, rising to attention, which pushed her huge tits out. It was a simple outfit, but it showed every one of her ample curves. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples made an appearance as I stared at them. Damn she was hot.

We made idle chitchat, until we were called into the counselor's office. I pushed mom in first, following her closely, as I watched the left/right shift of her inviting ass. I had met Mr. Downs before, so I introduced mother to him. When I turned to look back at her, as she moved forward and bent slightly to shake his hand, I was shocked to see that the dirty old slut had undone three more buttons. Her cleavage now threatened to explode into the room, and revealed a sexy lace black brassiere.

Mr. Downs was a great guy and very easy for a boy to talk with. Yet this nice middle-aged man, looked at mom's bouncing boobs, with a lustful glare that was uncharacteristic for him. All right, so I guess he was human; but it did surprise me. It also embarrassed me. I made a mental note to scold her for that little stunt when we got out of there; and to punish her when I got home.

The gist of the meeting was to inform me that if I continued to make the grade point that I currently had, I could just about name any school that I wished. He felt that a full scholarship was not out of the question, but that I should start my selection process now. He also suggested that I contact the enrollment department of my favorite schools, to make them aware of my interest, as well as my outstanding grades.

Apparently, he thought that mom's big tits should be the recipients of this information, because he talked to them the entire time. However, it wasn't all good news. He pointed out that the big time universities expected a well-rounded student who had been active in the school community.

At this point, mother leaned forward, exposing a great deal of her charms and asked, "What would you suggest Mr. Downs?"

"Well actually, that is up to Tim. He should pick something that he likes and is good at. That will demonstrate his interest in the community. If he were to do some charity work, or perhaps he might consider a run for the student counsel. I know for a fact that he's popular, and a show of political savvy is always a good way to impress the decision makers of higher academia."

His idea struck a strong note with me. Fred had suggested it a while back, but I didn't give any serious thought at the time. I was busy planning the seduction of the beautiful slut sitting at my left. But I liked the idea of being a politically active guy. After all, they're the ones who make the rules in this world.

Mr. Downs was staring at mom's tits again, when I spoke. "Mr. Downs, yoo-hoo, over here," I waved my hand to get his attention. He blushed as I proceeded with my thought. "I like that idea, but I want to think it through, before I waste people's time. I mean it's better to be sure that it's something that I really want to be involved with. Then I can devote my full attention to it.

"There might be a few other possibilities as well, so let me give it serious thought, and I'll let you know. I appreciate your help."

With his eyes back to mother's boobs, he said to her, "You have a mighty impressive son there, Mrs. Jorgenson."

We said a few pleasantries and then our goodbyes. He told mom to call him any time to discuss my progress. Mom told him that there was nothing that she wouldn't do to further my career possibilities. Her forwardness, with out my permission, really pissed me off.

As I walked her to the car, I made her well aware of my anger, calling her a common slut and whore. "If I tell you to act like a slut, that's different, but not with out my say so." By the time she drove away, she was in tears.

Second period ended just as I entered the building, so I headed for my third period class. On the way, I ran into Beverly, who sat behind me in that Biology class. She asked how the meeting went, explaining that Fred had mentioned it to her. I briefly told her what it was all about, and found myself staring at her tits the whole time. Damn, but they were really getting huge.

She was no longer the little girl that I had grown up with. Right then and there, I came to the realization that she was drop dead gorgeous. How in the hell had I missed the transition?

She smiled, as I stared, and then with a finger gently lifted my chin up until I was looking at her eyes. With an understanding grin she said, "Hey, I'm up here. If you want to have a conversation with my breast, you'll have to make an appointment." How ironic that I should be admonished, so soon after doing basically the same thing to my guidance counselor.

Just a few months ago, I would have been terribly embarrassed, but not this time. I was more mature and self confident. And after all, we had been life long friends, who could tease each other about anything. In a deep and sincere tone, I said, "I can't apologize for admiring what a lovely woman you've become. And, I won't apologize for being what I am, which is a tit man."

"I'm not sure that you've really given me a legitimate compliment."

"Well you'd better believe it. Furthermore, I think you're sharp as a tack. Why else would I ask you to be my campaign manager in my run for president of the Student Council this year?"

"Are you serious, Tim? I mean I thought about running myself, but I know that I couldn't win, but you'll be a shoe in. I'd be honored to be your campaign manager."

Thus it was, that I made my decision to run for office, and enlisted the best looking fat titted girl in school to be my partner in political crime.

I also decided right then and there, that I would work up a plan to have sweet Beverly groveling at my feet.

On the bus ride home, I brought Fred up to date regarding the meeting, as well as my offer to Beverly.

"Hey, what am I, chopped liver?" he asked.

"Fred, it never occurred to me that you had any interest in politics. If you're serious, how about being co-campaign manager with Beverly?"

"Yeah! She can draw in the female vote and I'll deliver the guys; although, with those knockers, she'll probably bring along more guys than I will."

So now I had two people on my side. That was a start. Fred hopped off at his stop and I at mine. When I strolled inside, anxious to tell mom about my choice, she wasn't there. I called out to her, but received no response. I looked all over the first floor, including the garage, but nothing.

As I approached the top of the stairs, I noticed that all of the doors to the bedrooms were closed, except for mother's, which was ajar.

For some reason, I was afraid of what I might find, as I pushed open her door. I was shocked! She was there all right. She was tied up, with her hands above her head, her feet to each end of the bed, a gag in her mouth and a whip hanging around her neck. It was just as she had been for my father that first night, in which I had secretly watched them play their kinky games.

She looked at me and then at the floor, in front of her. My eyes followed hers and I saw a sheet of paper. Reading it, as I picked it up, her message to me was as clear as a bell. 'NAUGHTY SLAVES MUST BE PUNISHED SERVERELY'.

There was only a dim reading lamp on, in the corner, so I didn't really get a good look at her until I moved in nice and close. She had written, in felt pen, all over her body. On her forehead, PAIN SLUT, on her chin with arrows pointing at her lips, COCK SUCKER, on her breasts, PLEASE BEAT MY TITS, just above her pubic hair, TORTURE MY PUSSY, and when my curiosity sent me around to gaze at her behind, RAPE MY ASS (she must have had a hell of a time getting that on). Finally, on her belly, two words larger than the rest, NO MERCY.

I said nothing at first. I just began slowly removing my clothes. When I was naked, I took the whip from around her neck, and then asked her, "Is this how you want it?" She nodded affirmatively.

"There must be no mistake as to why you deserve what is about to happen to you. You presumed an action that I had not approved. In fact, I had indicated my wishes to have you act conservatively, but you disobeyed. You just had to be a slut. But in doing so, you embarrassed me, your master. That is why I'm going to make you suffer, and there will be no pleasure from it this time. Pain will be all that I allow."

The whipping that she received was by far one of the worst that I had ever given her. I paid a lot of attention to her tits and pussy. They would be unusable for a least a day or so. Her screams could be heard so loudly through the gag, that I feared the neighbors would hear. And by the time that I got around to raping her asshole, I was so ready that I came with a few quick, but brutal strokes, much before mother could get into the pain.

She was sobbing in agony, as I left the room. I didn't return until I was ready for bed, some three hours later.

As I untied her, I noticed that I had broken the skin in a few places. I cleaned them up with alcohol, which stung her like crazy, and put on a few band-aids. She could barely move and in fact collapsed on the bed. I slapped the hell out of her shouting, "Get back up, you filthy slut. You're not going to get off this easily. You're going to remember this night for as long as you live."

I forced her to crawl on her hands and knees, all the way to the basement, where I tied her to the toilet. There, I left a rather large bowel movement, in the bowl to give her something nasty to smell. My final act of punishment was to piss on her, in her hair, on her face and body. Normally she would get hot as hell if I did that, but she howled as though I was burning her with acid.

The following morning, I prepared my own breakfast, being sure to make enough noise to let mom know that I was awake. After eating, I went down to look in on her. She looked like hell. Good, I thought. She deserved every thing that she got last night.

The small bathroom stunk terribly. The crap that I had left in the commode had filled the air with a horrible stench. Mother looked at me, pleading with her eyes. She could barely move because I had tied her so close to the base of the toilet bowl. I started by telling her not to speak, and then I removed the gag from her mouth.

"This is to remind you of your place, you disobedient slut." I pulled her head as far from the toilet as possible, and slapped her several times. She yelped with each blow, but said nothing.

"You really pissed me off, bitch. You are my slave. I own you. You gave yourself to me of your own free will. You are still my mother and always will be, but don't you ever presume such liberties with me again, or I'll make you suffer beyond anything that you can possibly imagine."

She was in tears by then, and my slapping her four more times sent her into a fit of deep, racking sobs.

I stood over her, undid my fly, pulled out my cock and said, "I have to piss."

At first it didn't register with her. But when it did, she slowly twisted her face to me, as best she could and offered her wide-open mouth to be used as my toilet. I released a stream of warm pee into her face, finally targeting her luscious mouth, and finished with a few strong spurts on her welted bosoms.

"I'll look in on you when I get home from school."

"Please don't leave me like this. I have to go to work today"

"I'll call in sick for you. Do as you're told slave."

I called her office and spoke to her boss, explaining that she was running a fever. He expressed sincere concern, so I told him the truth. I said, "She's in very serious discomfort, but she should be back to work Monday." He seemed relieved and thanked me for calling.

As I walked up into the kitchen, I had serious second thoughts about leaving her there all day. But the more that I considered it, the more I knew I must re-establish my dominance over her. Evidently, I would have to do this from time to time, in order to keep my slave under my thumb. Hell, I figured, she'll love me for it in the long run.

As soon as Fred and I jumped off of the bus at school, Beverly came running up to us, all bubbly and cheerful.

"Morning Tim, morning Fred. I've come up with some great ideas for your campaign and I want to go over them with you."

She didn't know yet, that I had promised Fred a co-campaign manager position. Well, I thought, this is as good a time as any.

"You'll need to work out the details with my other campaign manager here. I think that two are better than one, so I've engaged Fred to be on the campaign staff, as an equal to you. But I'm the candidate, and my word is final on the issues, so don't either of you go making statements on my behalf, without my permission, understand." I gave both of them a stern look, as I delivered this last line.

The disappointment written on Beverly's face was quite obvious, as she blurted out, "But I thought it was just going to be you and me together on this thing."

"Beverly, you're an extremely important person to me, both as a friend and political advisor. But, so is Fred. You each bring a view of things that I might miss, and if you really want me to win, then you'll work together. The three of us are best friends. We've known each other most of our lives, so I'm positive that together, we can be an unbeatable team.

"Furthermore, you're very special to me Bev. I've never told you that before, but it's true. I guess because of our years of familiarity, I kind of took you for granted, but I'll do better from now on. Yet there is one point that I can't stress enough. I like to be in charge, and I expect to be obeyed. So do what ever I tell you to, and we'll have a great time doing it, as we win together. But if you disobey me, I'll insist on punishing you."

She had perked right up, when I told her she was special to me. But to my last comment, she replied, "What'll you do, put me over your knee and spank me?"

"Actually, that's exactly what I had in mind, Bev, and not on your jeans, but on your sweet little panty clad butt."

She chuckled and said, "Well I thought that you'd never notice my sweet butt, the way that you're always staring at my boobs. At least I have something to look forward to, when I screw up."

She and I laughed together, but Fred just stared at the two of us in amazement. Later he said, "How in the hell do you do it. I mean, you had Beverly eating out of your hand. If I had said I was going to spank her, she would have kicked me in the balls. You've got her looking forward to it. And don't think that I didn't notice how you were starting to control her, Mr. Dominant. You don't just want to fuck her. You want to tie her up and whip her first. And you'll probably get her to beg you for it first."

With an arrogant grin I shot back, "Now you're getting the picture."

The rest of the day was average; that is until I got home. I was thirsty as all get out, so I pulled a soft drink out of the fridge and took a big swig. That's when I realized that I hadn't fed mom before I left. But worse, I had left her nothing to drink, other than the warm piss that I had given her in the morning.

I raced downstairs, fearful of finding her dead from dehydration. The stench coming from the bathroom was overwhelming. When I gazed in on her, she rolled her head toward me and smiled saying but one word, "Master!"

I flushed the toilet first, which only stirred up the filth that was rotting in there and making the smell even worse. Then I untied her from the commode, and helped her to her feet. She was very shaky, and when she went to her knees, I thought that she had fallen. But instead, she began to kiss my sneakers and lick them with her tongue.

I didn't allow her to pay homage to me for long, as I knew that she must be very thirsty. I took her to the kitchen where she drank a quart of ice water. The guilt that I felt at my carelessness regarding her safety was substantial. However, I kept it to myself. It would be contrary to her training, for me to seem weak at this point.

"Follow me up to your bath, slave. I want you to be clean for me."

"Yes master."

Once she was in the tub and relaxing, I began to bring her up to date on my plan to run for office. I told her of my use of two campaign managers, and who they were, explaining that I trusted them more than anyone I knew, except for my obedient slut.