Hot Mom is Learning How to Behave

When D woke up the following morning she knew that a new corner had been turned...but had she wanted it to be this way? The previous evening she had allowed her 19 year old son, Mark, to seduce her and they had ended up fucking on his bed after she had enjoyed a few drinks of champagne and changed into a seductive, sexy outfit.

But what was worse, if she recalled correctly, was that she had been screaming encouragement to her well-built son as he slammed his wonderful cock deep into her eager body, and she had agreed, in the passion of the ecstatic moments, to obey anything that her son was likely to demand of her in the future. Oh God, what had she done?

D's husband (and Mark's father) was working away for a few nights and it had just been the two of them alone in the family home. One thing led to another and D had finally succumbed to her son's gentle but firm persuasion. There was no doubt that D had enjoyed the episode but now, in the cold light of day, she began to get frightened by the promises she had made during the height of passion.

'I'm going to look after you, Mom, and you're going to do anything I say.'

'You're going to dress just how I say, Mom, because you are my sexy Mom.'

'You're going to be my bitch, Mom, and behave in just the way I want you to!'

Mark had whispered all these things in her ear and D had simply agreed because she so wanted the wonderful feelings emanating around her body to continue so that she could reach the shattering climax that washed all around her stunning flesh.

D was in her late 30s and one hell of a sexy MILF. Blonde hair down to her neck on top of her 5' frame, her shape was awesome. She had fabulous DD breasts, a tight waist and hard stomach, a shapely ass and good legs. Any red blooded man would give her more than a second look.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, whichever way you looked at it, there was one aspect of the episode that had D wavering. The way that Mark had controlled and dominated his Mom was something that made her nerves tingle because she had craved that sort of treatment for most of her adult life. Her husband was a good man but he seemed to be a submissive type and always enjoyed it when his wife took the lead...and that was not how D wanted to enjoy sex!!

She loved a partner to take the lead, to instruct her in how to behave so that she was left in no doubt in how to act. Mark had acted like that, so masculine for his teenage years, so forceful in telling his mother what to do and D had enjoyed the sex more thrillingly than at any time in many a year.

Her son had taken the lead, taken control of her body and pushed her to the very limits of her sexual excitement. She was still tingling all over, even now, the morning after, but she knew that what had happened was so wrong, so taboo, and she should put a stop to it straight away. But could she...and did she want to? And what about all the things she had promised at the height of passion?

At the time it all seemed so reasonable. She was at the height of passion and completely submissive to her son and he was telling her how she was going to behave in the future. If he was going to control her in just the fashion that she had been yearning all her life, then why shouldn't she agree to his commands? Oh God, she was between a rock and a hard place and felt so confused. She needed to talk to Mark in an adult and sensible fashion...whatever that meant!

Mark came down to breakfast and found his Mom cooking bacon again over the grill. He saw her wearing her loose top and some baggy shorts and decided to start his domination right here and now.

'Morning, mother,' and he gave her a big smile as he went behind her and gave her a gentle hug with his arms around her middle. 'We still have one more day before Dad comes home, so why are you dressed like that? I said that when Dad is home, I won't interfere with your life at all, but when it is just the two of us, you're going to be my sexy Mom, do what I say and dress in a sexy manner. Didn't I say that, Mom?' D looked back at her son nervously.

'I think we need to talk, Mark.'

'Only when you've changed, Mom. I'll watch the bacon and you go and put something hot on. I want my Mom to look good all the time we are together. Now go and do it, Mom. Now, Mom,' and his voice sounded forceful and firm.

D looked into her son's eyes and began to protest...

'Now, Mom, just go and change...I've got a sexy Mom and I want to enjoy it every time I get the chance.' D didn't know how to argue, so she just slowly slinked away from the oven and Mark watched the bacon on the grill. By the time D returned, Mark had filled two sandwiches with sizzling bacon. When he looked up, the sight brought a grin to his face.

'That's better, Mom.' D was wearing fuck-me high heels, a short, tight skirt and a white jumper that curved around her glorious breasts and clung to her skin. 'You know you want to do what I tell you, don't you? Last night we agreed on how things would go forward, didn't we, and while Dad is away, you're going to be my sexy Mom and behave just how I want you to!' He moved close to his Mom and gave her a peck on the cheek and ran his hand across her shoulders and down to her waist.

'Mark,' D started. 'Last night was wonderful but I don't know if I can do...,' but Mark was not prepared to listen.

'When it's just the two of us, you know you'll feel better and more alive if you just behave the way I ask. It won't affect the way you live with Dad, and I won't interfere at all, but when he goes away to work, and it's just you and me, you do as I want you to...and you know the way you felt last night means that you want it to be that way, don't you...don't you, Mom?'

He ran his hand down his Mom's back and felt her wonderful ass and then pulled her into him. Immediately, D felt her son's hard cock pressing against her stomach and her eyes closed. Those wonderful feelings came flooding back to her but she tried to remain level headed.

'I have to go to work in half an hour and you have to get off to college, don't you? We'll talk about it tonight, Mark.'

'Tonight, we're going out for a drive, Mom. That's what we agreed and that's what we're going to do,' and he pulled her body into him again, making sure that D could feel his hard cock pressing into her body once more. Her eyes closed with embarrassment but Mark carried on.

'After we've eaten this evening, Mom, you're going to put on a hot, sexy outfit again and we're going for a drive in the warm, evening sun and we'll see what happens. You know you want to and, beneath it all, you know you want me to treat you with firmness...and look after your needs...ALL your needs...and that is what is going to happen, Mom. No arguing now...I'm off to college. See you later,' and he squeezed his Mom's delicious ass and briefly pulled up the skirt material so he could run his fingers over the skin of the hard cheeks.

D was breathless and speechless and all she could say was 'Byeee' as her son disappeared out of the front door.

Sitting at her desk at work later that morning, D tried to be rational about what was happening in the relationship with her son. She knew it was so wrong and taboo to let this liaison develop. Mark was her son, for God sake, and she was happily married to his father, living a normal if uneventful and sometimes boring middle class life.

If any of this taboo relationship got out into the neighbourhood or became known to any of her friends or work colleagues, she would be ostracised and become a social leper. How could she possibly go to church on Sunday and pray to the Lord if it were known that her son was fucking her and treating her like his sexual slave? God, this could ruin her marriage and all that she held dear to her.

On the other hand, D had never known such excitement in her own home, and Mark had promised that no-one, least of all his father, would ever have a clue what was going on as long as she kept quiet and followed his lead in every way. Jesus, what did that mean?

D had always been a passionate woman, enjoying the harsh thrills of exciting sex, but in the marital bed, her passions had rarely been satisfied. But not last night...that was different...oh so different! Mark had taken her so forcefully, he had used her stunning body, he had guided her, instructed her and D had ended up screaming and panting with such satisfaction. She had never known anything like it and couldn't get the memories out of her mind. As she sat at her desk, her stomach churned with butterflies...she wanted it to stop...she didn't want it to stop!!

The one thing she tried to tell herself was that if her son was taking control of her actions and instructing her in how she should dress, then the matter was out of her hands, she was no longer in control of things, and therefore she couldn't be blamed for the consequences!!

It was a bit of a poor excuse and the reasoning was twisted and confused, but that was the best D could come up with and so she decided she would try to stick with it. Eventually, she tried to blank the whole thing from her mind and concentrate on her work, but it was difficult. What, if anything, would this evening with her son bring? She would have to wait and see.

D had cooked a tasty meal just as Mark walked through the door about 5o'clock later in the day and, just to show some enthusiasm for her son, she was wearing the outfit she had worn when Mark left the home in the morning...tight, short skirt, a top that curved round her wonderful breasts and the fuck-me high heels again. Mark licked his lips...his Mom was learning...and he was going to teach her even more!!

'Hi Mom. Wow, you look gorgeous again, just how I want you to look all the time,' and quickly his hands were around her middle and he was pressing into her body from behind. D shivered! 'The food smells good, Mom, as always. Don't forget, we're going for a drive later...and you're going to change into something even hotter, aren't you? It's our last night before Dad comes home tomorrow, so I want you to wear something even hotter than you've got on now.'

'God, Mark,' D began to protest, 'isn't this outfit hot enough for you? I'm learning what you have told me, aren't I?'

'Yes, you are, Mom,' Mark smiled as he caressed her body, his hands now round her front and gently easing up and down on her firm thighs. 'But I want my Mom to be the best, the sexiest woman in the city,' and his hands eased the tight skirt up so he could caress up and down on the insides of her thighs. D moaned gently as those feelings were beginning to return.

'Not now, Mark, please. The dinner will be getting cold. Let's eat and then decide what we're going to do. Do...umm...do we have to go out this evening? We could always stay at home and enjoy a drink if you want...and you could even take a few more pictures of me if you wanted...as long as they're not too indecent,' she laughed.'

They ate their food at the island in the middle of the kitchen but Mark still kept up the pressure. He wanted to move on in the 'training' of his shapely Mom.

'Sorry, Mom, but we are going out together. I want you to get used to being with me away from home, and I want you to get used to looking really hot for me. That body is awesome and I am proud of how you look when you are dressed in hot clothes that accentuate all those delicious curves you own. It's going to happen, Mom, because that's how I want you to be...and you know what it does for me, don't you?'

D felt frightened even though she was enjoying the compliments from her son...God, her whole life seemed to be changing, but Mark wasn't finished.

'I think we'll go for a little drive out into the country and we might stop for a drink or two at a cosy drinking den I know. You'll enjoy it, Mom, and I'll enjoy having my sexy Mom with me. So, what have you got to wear? It has to be hot, Mom, because I want to enjoy looking at my gorgeous Mom for one more night before I have to go back to watching her wear baggy sweaters and shorts when Dad returns.'

'You're incorrigible, Mark,' but he was reaching over and caressing her knees and thighs again as she spoke, and all D could do was grin as she went on. 'I hope we're not going anywhere where anyone will know me, Mark. That would be just too much. If you promise, I might try and find something else to wear that you might like!!'

'I promise, Mom, but you're going to wear something that really gets my Mojo working, aren't you? That's all I ask and you're going to do it...no arguing, Mom!,' and his hand slid just that little bit higher up her leg and he briefly touched the tight panties sitting warmly round her damp cunt.

'Behave yourself, Mark,' D smiled. 'You do the washing up and I'll see what I can find to wear.' The meal was finished and Mark began washing up while his Mom disappeared to her bedroom.

When she returned, D had obviously had a shower before she got changed. Her blonde hair was damp and she looked so goddamned sexy. Mark couldn't complain and he just looked at her and admired the way she had presented herself.

'Is this good enough,' D asked. Christ, it was more than good enough. The tight, sleeveless t-shirt was white and clung to her every curve and she had obviously chosen a tiny uplift bra that had grabbed her awesome breasts and lifted and squeezed them together to give a sensational platform view. The skirt was blue denim and only just skimmed the cheeks of her stunning ass, and D had chosen a pair of open-toed sandals with 5" heels that lifted her body up to give a fabulous display of a MILF woman in the prime of her life.

As well as the outfit, D had adjusted her make-up to leave her face looking beautiful as well as giving the come-hither look. The lipstick was a soft pink, the eye shadow was very dark to accentuate the sensual eyes, and D had even painted her toe-nails to match her lip-stick. She looked at least ten years younger than her actual age!

'Good enough, Mom? Are you asking me if it's good enough?' and Mark walked to wards the vision of lust. 'You look sensational and I will really love having you on my arm this evening,' and his hands went round her neck while his lips went down onto his mother's mouth. She couldn't avoid it and their mouths opened and a hard French kiss developed, Mark now holding the back of D's head so she couldn't get away.

The feelings in D's body started to tingle again, just like the previous evening, and Mark could feel her resistance wilting until D just gave in and her mouth pushed forward to enjoy the rough, open-mouthed kiss with her son. Taking advantage of the situation, Mark's hand kept hold of D's head, but his other hand went to the hem of the short skirt and slid up to the damp panties between her legs.

He gently rubbed on the front, feeling the lips of her cunt open easily so he could caress up and down, and then he felt her hard clit. His Mom was sighing and started to groan and then pulled away from the kiss.

'Oh God, Mark...ummmm...are you sure...are you sure you want to go out? I mean...!!'

'We've got plenty of time, Mom. The evening is still young...the sun is still shining, so we'll have a drive for a few hours and then we can come home again, can't we? I want to be proud of the way you look, I want you to learn not to be embarrassed in public, so we're going to do it, Mom, and you're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?'

D looked very nervous, as well as excited, as she was slowly learning to act just how her son wanted. She reluctantly nodded her head, fixed her smudged lip-stick, and then they made their way out to the car on the driveway. Mark was certainly teaching his Mom the lessons he wanted her to learn!!

Mark was driving but first he opened the passenger door for his Mom. He watched 'the body' ease into the seat, the skirt so short that it gave him a clear view of her tight, pink panties. He admired the wonderful legs on view, but he could also see the wired uplift bra pushing hard against the tight t-shirt, the flesh of D's big breasts trying desperately to escape. This was going to be a good night, Mark smiled to himself, as he went round to his own car-door.

When he got into the driver's seat, Mark's eyes immediately went to the wonderful expanse of thigh next to him, so short was D's skirt. Just peeking from between her legs were the pink panties and he wondered if she was beginning to feel damp down there...well, he knew she was because of her condition just before they left the house. But D second-guessed her son.

'I'm still nervous about this, Mark. I'm not used to parading about in outfits like this...it feels so unnatural, especially if you want to take me to...,' but as Mark started the engine his other hand went straight between D's legs to caress her panties right down the middle...she definitely was still damp!

'Look Mom, we've talked about it, haven't we? I've said that you're a sexy woman and by doing this, you are pleasing me, Mom, and doing what I ask.' His hand was playing on the front of the pink panties and D was beginning to sigh and take in deep breaths. 'Open your legs some more, Mom.'

Slowly, because she couldn't resist the feelings that had started to mount, D eased her wonderful legs further apart, and Mark was able to slide his fingers inside the panties to slip into the soaking cunt.

'Oh, Jesus, Mark. That feels sooooo goddamned good, ummm.'

'Feel my cock, Mom. I want you to feel my cock.' Without opening her eyes, D reached over and found her son's hard cock bulging against his slacks. Now they were both enjoying the feel of the other's body. Mark knew he was starting to control his Mom's actions again, and pressed home some of the things that had already been discussed.

'I think you like it when I look after you, Mom, and tell you what to do, don't you?'

'Well...,'

'And you know that when I push your boundaries, we both get enjoyment and excitement from it, don't we?' and his hand left her panties and pushed down on to D's hand on his cock.

'Now just play with me, Mom. Just do what I say and everything will be alright. He wants you again, Mom, you know he does. Can you imagine my cock being deep inside of you, bringing pleasure and more excitement, Mom?'

'Oh God, yes Mark. Ummm, he feels so hard...we can always go home again, baby!' she almost pleaded, her needs quite acute by now.

'No, Mom,... later. I'm proud of you, Mom, and the way you look so hot. So this is why we're going to a little place so I can show you off, and you can learn to be a sexy MILF even when you're in public. You said you would come on another date, Mom, didn't you, and you said you'd look hot for me. Well, you DO look hot for me, and we're going somewhere where nobody knows you...if you do this for me, Mom, I'll take you back home and fuck your brains out, now just squeeze my cock and think of it deep inside you.'

'God, you can be so crude at times, son,...not the way you were brought up,' D laughed, but her hand increased the pressure on Mark's cock and she could feel her cunt getting wetter and wetter while Mark continued driving. 'And you make sure we go a long way out of the city,' she pleaded again.

A few miles out of the city, Mark drove the car down some lanes and finally into what looked like a forest, parking the car in a small clearing.

'What the hell are we doing here, Mark,' D asked nervously.

'You'll see, Mom,' he replied as he jumped out of the car and went to his Mom's door. He opened it and grabbed D's hand.

'Come on, Mom, just a short walk and then we'll come back and carry on.' There was no-one else to be seen as Mark led his Mom a few yards along the wooded path until they moved into a little copse of trees. Suddenly, he bent and kissed D's lips, pushing his tongue straight down her throat while he backed himself against the trunk of an old sturdy tree. He held her hand tightly and continued to kiss her lips and then Mark put his hands on her shoulders.