Forlealelea Ch. 02

Chapter 1.5

After arriving home, Rick spent the rest of the day in his room on his computer. He went through the hundreds of pictures of his mother dressed in his slutwear. More importantly, he captured the interaction with other men. He made sure to blur the faces and began to compile an entire set. He labeled the first set "Taking the slut to the mall." These pictures primarily consisted of Vanessa in the outfit by herself. The next album was labeled "Guys hitting on her." The last album being "Old pervert gets a little too close." This album consisted solely of Chris groping his mother.

Within minutes of posting his new photos online, the entire forum went crazy. People asked him to post more, to post nudes, to give names, anything at all so they could see more of the woman. Some people even sent him private messages saying that they would pay money for more intimate pictures, but Rick didn't even flinch at the proposals. He wanted to remain anonymous and only cared that other men felt so strongly about her.

Vanessa wasn't familiar with computers. She barely knew how to send text messages on her phone. This gave Rick the idea to create a Facebook page for her. He began to upload a load of pictures that were mostly innocent. Then all the perverted and candid pictures he took he set aside as private pictures dedicated to a private group.

Her friend invites started to pour in. Mostly of people who she knew, but a majority of the people being married men of her past. Rick let the computer sit, wondering what he would do next.

Rick became intoxicated with his mother's behind. How he wished to touch and grab it just like Chris did. A few days had passed since the incident but he could not shake the thought. Vanessa was embarrassed and kept to herself as much as she could. Rick ran upstairs searching for his mother. He had finally gotten sick of masturbating to the pictures and wanted to see the real thing again. He found his mother on her hands and knees with a cloth in hand wiping the hardwood floors. Her ass pushed out, just as he thought, there was nothing better than the real thing.

He approached behind her without her knowing and placed his hand on her ass. She quickly stood up looking flushed with embarrassment. "What do you think you're doing?" She yelled.

"What? Can't I touch my own mother?"

"No! You cannot! That's extremely disrespectful." She hadn't raised her voice this loud in her entire life. "I followed you to the mall and wore that terrible outfit, but if you think you can touch me as you want, you must be out of your mind."

"What about that man? You let him touch you!" Out of nowhere she swung an open palm across his face. The house echoed with the slap.

"Don't you ever talk about that again."

Tears began rushing down Rick's face. "I wonder how dad would feel about it? A stranger touching his wife."

Her eyes widened at her son's threat. "How dare you. I stood up for you and took you in even though that fucking bastard wanted to kick you out." she cried. "He'll never believe you," she said under her breath.

"Pictures don't lie Vanessa." He pulled out his phone showing his mother the hundreds of pictures of Chris' arm wrapped around her. She ripped the phone out of his hand and threw it as hard as she could against a wall breaking the phone completely. "I have it backed up. I know you don't know a lot about computers, but basically, it's impossible to delete those pictures once they're on the internet."

She was broken. She had heard the horror stories of people losing their lives over pictures on the internet. She was informed that there was always a way to pull pictures once they were uploaded to the web. Defeated, "What did I do to deserve this?" she sat there crying. "First my husband, and now you."

"Stop the dramatic bullshit. If you don't want dad to find out, you're going to do as I say. Understand?"

She sat in silence. More than anything she didn't want her husband to find out. James actually had a running problem with Chris. He hated the man with a passion. Something about jealousy or the way Chris always flaunted his success in front of James. The only thing he ever bitched about was Chris. In a fucked up way, Vanessa cared more about their social status than her marriage. She didn't want rumors to go around about her. "Fine," she finally gave in wiping away her tears. She was always a dormatt, what was one more person disrespecting her?

"We'll start tomorrow," Rick smiled. The innocent smile she once viewed her baby in was no longer the same. Her perspective of her son slowly began to change. Rick wasn't by any means a master in the act of sexual pleasures; in fact he was still a virgin. He only knew that he wanted his mother completely. Complete obedience is what he demanded of her. Physically and mentally, he wanted to become her God. He didn't rush, knowing he had all the time in the world.

Chapter 2: Training

For the first time since he had been in high school, Rick woke up before noon. Vanessa was already in the living room starting her chores. "You're up early honey." she said greeting her son as if nothing had happened.

"First, whenever I enter a room, I want you to greet me regardless of what you're doing or who you're with."

"Ok,"

"Second, no more cute nicknames. If dad isn't around, I want you to address me as Sir, Master, or Daddy. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Yes, sir!" she said mockingly laughing shortly after.

Rick approached his mother and smacked her hard across the face knocking her to the floor. "Don't ever mock me. You're no longer my mother. You're my property. My slave. Only to be used for whatever I wish. A simple toy. Don't ever talk back to me, do you understand?" Rick asked aggressively.

She could taste blood in her mouth. Suddenly, fear was instilled in her. Another dimension added to her once beloved son that changed who he was, what he was becoming, even more. "Yes sir," she said quietly.

"Finally, you used to have a fantastic body but it seems like you've let yourself go these past few years. Change that. I want you to look like you did when you were running track and field in high school." The difference between Vanessa's body from her athletic days to now was that she had more toned legs and a flat stomach. "Can you make that happen?"

"Yes sir," she responded quietly again.

The training continued like this throughout the week. Whenever Vanessa made a mistake or addressed her son in a playful manner, Rick swiftly dealt the punishment he believed was deserved.

The second week was when Vanessa was starting to become much more obedient. She did all the things that were asked of her and constantly made sure that her Master was taken care of.

"Vanessa," Rick called out from his room.

She quickly ran downstairs, "Yes sir?" she answered in a pleasant yet submissive tone, just the way Rick liked it, as if she were enjoying being a slave to him.

"We got a few problems." He said looking her up and down. She had been making a lot of progress with her body. Her body hadn't forgotten what it was like to train hard with sprints. Her stomach was almost flat, and her somewhat flabby legs were now more toned showing very slight definition. With everything she was doing, it somehow made her ass seem even bigger but tighter and upright.

Vanessa was worried by his words, "What's wrong sir?"

"Well, I haven't taken a shower in a while, and to be honest, I smell like shit."

"No sir, you smell fine."

"Are you telling me that I'm wrong?"

"No sir, I just meant that I think it's fine. How can I help you?"

"Well isn't it obvious? I want you to clean me."

Vanessa was a bit confused. "I'll get the water ready for you sir."

"No. I want you to clean me right here."

She still didn't understand. "How should I clean you sir?"

"Not my whole body, but my cock seems a bit dirty. Do you mind?"

"No sir," She said somewhat hesitantly.

"Good," he smiled. He got up and took off his pants then laid back in his chair.

The smell was atrocious. It was a mixture of piss, shit, sweat, and cum. She grabbed some tissues from a box nearby. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm going to clean your penis sir."

"First, it's my cock. Second, I never told you what to clean it with."

"What would you like me to clean your cock with sir?" Vanessa braced herself for the worst. It had been so long since she had been sexually active that she was becoming nervous forgetting the thought that it was her son who she would be servicing.

"I'd like you to use your mouth Vanessa, and only your mouth. You're not allowed to touch my dick with your filthy hands. Do you understand?" Rick was becoming nervous too. This would be the first time that anyone would've seen his dick.

With that, she began to lick her son's cock with her tongue. It tasted terrible, but she knew she couldn't show such disdain. She only licked her son's cock for a half minute but Rick began to cum. Vanessa paused watching him ejaculate. The cum traveled down his cock and into his ass crack.

"Who told you to stop?" he demanded. after coming off his orgasm.

"Sorry sir," She continued licking his cock.

"I'm getting bored of your tongue. Why don't you use your mouth now." She nodded consuming his cock. A pleasure he had never felt before overrode all types of stimulation his cock had ever felt. The wet mouth with the tongue sliding up and down his cock was phenomenal. He came shortly after inside his mother's mouth. She slowly swallowed the small amount of cum inside her mouth.

His body was paralyzed from the stimulation and back to back orgasms. "You're free to go." he said passing out on his bed.

Vanessa quickly ran to her room and threw up the cum she had just ingested. She brushed and rinsed her mouth many times.

Over the next three months, this became a normal chore for Vanessa. She was to give blowjobs to her son whenever he requested one. At first, she'd always go to the bathroom to vomit, but after awhile, her throat swelled and felt too strained from the stomach acid. She learned to keep the seamen inside her stomach.

In their fourth month of training, Vanessa was almost completely obedient. She listened to her master well and serviced him whenever she asked. She didn't hesitate to please either. She quickly learned what he liked and how he liked it.

It was 5 in the evening, close to when James usually came home. Vanessa was in the kitchen preparing dinner for her husband when Rick came upstairs.

"Good evening sir, would you like some dinner?" She attended to her son.

"I'm fine. Why don't you cook for your husband." He looked over his mother's body and noticed the progress over the months were amazing. Vanessa was able to slim down without losing her curves. Her stomach was now flat; legs and arms well toned. As she was cooking, Rick crept up behind her and grabbed her breasts from behind. She gasped but continued to cook. She could feel his cock rubbing against her ass. "What do you say?" he whispered into her ear inhaling the scent of her hair. "Should I let you take my virginity tonight?"

She was surprised, but knew not to disobey. "If you wish for it Master."

He continued grinding his cock into her ass. His touch and hard penis trenched between her ass cheeks had started to turn her on. It had been such a long time since a man had embraced her. She became embarrassed.

"I got a present for you." He pulled out a small water bottle that was half filled with seamen. "To tell you the truth, I've been saving this up for a month now. I want you to drink it tonight when you're eating dinner with your husband." He handed her the bottle.

"Thank you sir, I'll make sure to enjoy it."

Just as expected, James walked into his home at exactly 5. He placed his things down washed quickly and sat down at the table where his food was prepared. His wife sat next to him but Rick was absent. Just the way he liked it.

After 10 minutes of chewing, James broke the silence. "I'm flying out to Japan tomorrow."

"Oh dear, what for?" Vanessa asked.

"It's for work. I need to train a team over there. I'll be gone for a month." Vanessa realized that it wasn't for his work, but for his secretary. She was a japanese college student interning at his office. The unsettling feeling in her stomach had killed her appetite.

If there was ever a time to speak about everything that was wrong in her marriage it was now. It's almost as if James was giving her an opportunity to tell him what they both knew, but all she could mutter was "do you have to go?" tears started to form in her eyes when she asked the question.

James kept his head down only staring at his plate. "I have to go." Vanessa's tears fell from her eyes uncontrollably. James was so cold he ignored it and continued eating.

She got up placing her plate in the sink, "I'll get your things ready."

James slept alone that night in the guest bedroom. Simply because he didn't want to face his wife. This convoluted relationship required at least one to talk to spark a conversation but neither would give in. Perhaps a lot too late.

James left for Japan without saying goodbye to his youngest son. Later that evening Rick asked about it. "You're not making your husband dinner tonight?"

"He went to Japan,"

"Oh," he paused. He could see the tears falling down her face. "Like forever?"

"For a month." She responded.

"So you'll be sleeping alone?"

"Yes," she cried.

His mother had always had her emotions in check. She was strong like a robot. To see her displaying such emotion scared Rick. He had never seen his mother cry before. It scared him so much that he left her there.

Rick spent the rest of the night laying in his bed trying to comprehend what was happening. At times, he even wondered if he should quit everything all together. He quickly shook that thought out of his mind.

It was near midnight when he heard his mother's footsteps coming down the stairs. She was cutely dressed in her pajamas but tears running down her face. "Please Rick. Baby." She couldn't control herself. "Can you hold me just for tonight? Make me feel like a human just for tonight. I'm so lonely." She cried.

He really felt for her knowing this was extremely out of character. He couldn't turn his back to his mom. He held her and cuddled with her.

He cared for her for the next three days. She stayed in bed crying the whole time for two days before finally arising on the third day. It was as if someone turned off her emotional switch. "Are you ok mom?"

"Yes, Rick. Thank you so much. I feel a lot better."

"Good. Let's go back to the way things were okay?"

"Yes sir," she said obediently.

"Before that, I just want you to know that I really do love you and I'll never do anything to seriously hurt you."

"I know honey. You've always been that way. My little boy." She walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.

That day was specifically reserved for the two of them. As mother and son. Enjoying each other. They swore it was their happiest day in their lives.

Rick and Vanessa were back to their master and slave relationship with a little more appreciation for one another. Instead of the thought of being blackmailed, Vanessa thought that she needed to support her child in this weird phase of dominance and wanting that Rick was experiencing. She thought there was something wrong with him on a deeper level, and in order for him to move past that, she would devote everything to his will. She felt as if there was a light at the end of this tunnel.