My Mother, My Lover Ch. 03

"Now let's go to the next step." I soaped my hand and gently inserted my index finger into her anus. I could feel the muscle tensing, and stopped.

"Oh god, Jesse, please be gentle – I'm so scared. Your tongue was nice and soft and squishy, but I'm not sure about your finger."

"Carole, try to consciously relax the muscle. I won't hurt you – remember 'turnip' – but I want to see if I can just get one finger all the way in. Trust me, Mum," I attempted to calm her fears, then gently inserted my finger again. I stopped as she gradually relaxed her sphincter, and I pushed in to the second knuckle.

"How's it going sweet cheeks?" I asked.

"Okay so far – not bad at all."

I pulled out until just the tip of my finger was inside her, then slowly pushed in until my whole finger was buried in her sweet arse. Then I gently moved my finger backwards and forwards and side to side, slowly stretching her anus.

"Ooh Jesse, this is a strange feeling – strange but nice. I think I might get to like you playing with my butt like this."

"Good, Mum, now let's see what happens if I take it up a notch," and I slowly introduced a second finger.

"Jesse, my love, please be careful – I don't know if I can take any more."

"You know the rule, Mum, just relax and let it all happen," and I bent and bit her on her right cheek. The surprise of this deflected her concentration from her anus, and I was able to slide in another finger to the second knuckle."

"You cheat," she gasped but didn't try to pull away. I slowly got the second finger completely into her hole and using them both, started to spread it a little more widely.

"Oh yes, honey, that's not nearly as bad as I feared. In fact it's quite exciting even though it is a bit uncomfortable."

"I tell you what, Carole, if your balance is okay, let go with one hand and just stroke your clit while I stretch you."

"Mmm – oh god that feels so good. Oooh yes, ... oh Jesse, I want you so much and I don't care whether it's up my arse or in my pussy."

"Patience, you hot little bitch, we've still got some preparation to do, and she moaned in disappointment as I withdrew from her arse. I slapped each cheek and she squealed and took a half-hearted swing at me. I caught her arm and pulled her to me, wet with the shower still running and kissed her hard, our tongues duelling. I then released her just enough to find her tight, hard nipples and pinched them to make her squeal again.

"Jesse, if you keep doing that I won't be responsible for my actions. I'm likely to attack you and rape you and ..."

"Mmm perhaps it might be a good idea to dry off. But hold that thought – it might be fun to persuade you to try to rape me."

"Jesse, you're incorrigible," Carole laughed, and we enjoyed mutually drying each other with big thick warm towels.

We moved into the bedroom and she lay on the bed looking a bit apprehensive.

"Don't worry too much, Mum, I think the worst is now over." I produced a bottle of anal lube and a tapered butt plug. I had Carole get up on all fours and spread her legs, then squirted lube onto her hole and onto the plug. Then I gently inserted the plug into her arsehole and reamed it around.

"Oooh, slowly please Jesse, give me time to adjust."

I slowed and withdrew the dildo then dribbled some more lube on it and inserted it again. This time I increased the penetration but continued to move the dildo around, gradually stretching her even more.

"So, how does that feel, my special anal slut?"

"Jesse, I can't believe it. It feels so different but so right; now I can't wait for you to replace that lump of plastic with your real live rigid hot cock."

"Okay, gorgeous, you asked for it." Removing the butt plug, I squirted some more lube on my cock and lined myself up behind her luscious arse. I placed the tip of my cock against her rear hole and then pushed gently as it started to slide in. I had expected what happened as she tensed her sphincter now that this was real and not just practice.

"Carole, my darling, I adore you and I certainly don't want to harm you. So just relax the muscle and let me in, and I promise I'll be slow and gentle – to start with."

"Mmm, ooh yes, please take me easy, not too fast, I'm still a bit scared."

I moved my cock gently into her sweet arse, not knowing how long I could keep going at this slow, deliberate pace that was driving me towards my own delicious orgasm. Carole now able to completely relax her sphincter and I was soon able to bury the whole of my cock in her arse, up to my balls.

"Oh god, Jesse, you're all in now, aren't you? It feels so good to have you buried in my arse; now please, my darling master, fuck me and make me cum."

I was now able to move steadily into and out of her soft, sweet arse, taking progressively longer strokes and gradually speeding up.

"Mmm, ooh, aargh, yes, yes, more, harder, ream my arse out you motherfucker. Do me good and don't stop."

Then I reached round and started to stroke her soaking wet pussy, flicking her engorged clit. As before, in the shower, this drove her to the brink of delirium. She screamed and shouted my name and my hand was covered in her love juice. "Jesse, Jesse, Jesse, don't stop, just fuck my arse until I collapse. This is SO good I can hardly stand it."

By now I was also getting close to a raging, roaring climax. "Yes, Carole, you beautiful bitch, I'm almost at the point of no return. Cum with me." She screamed and then I pinched her clit which caused her to clench all her muscles, trapping my cock in a soft hot grip that seemed as if it would never let go. Her scream turned into an animal howl of ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her, and that was enough to take me into orbit and I shouted my climactic rapture as I shot load after load of my cum deep into her rectum.

We both collapsed sideways and gradually my limp cock slid out of her arse as we lay panting and gradually recovering. Suddenly, Carole said, "Jesse, just stay there for a minute," and she disappeared, returning shortly after with a bowl of warm water and a face cloth. She gently wiped my cock clean and asked me, "May I please wipe over my arse, too, master?"

I nodded agreement, but said, "But not your pussy."

Carole looked puzzled, but did as I asked. When she was finished, I slid down the bed and licked her pussy clean of all the divine love juice that had gathered during her orgasm. Then I moved back up the bed and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of her own juices.

Carole looked at me with half closed, smoky eyes. "There aren't the right words to describe how I feel right now. I just know that you are a wonderful, wonderful man, and you can have my arse any time you like."

"Thank you, gorgeous, I think that's the best gift anyone has ever given me – well, the second best anyway – I'll never forget my 21st birthday. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I'm helplessly in love with you and my main goal in life is to make you happy."

She laughed, a happy gurgling sound, and cuddled up close to me, her warm, soft hands caressing my body, and I did exactly the same. Then, to the surprise of both of us, we both fell asleep.

I woke about an hour later, with Carole resting on an elbow, looking at me with a smile on her face. "I love looking at you when you're asleep. You look so peaceful." Then, "Now get up lazybones – we need breakfast to keep our energy up."

"That's not all I want to keep up," I growled playfully and jumped towards her. She shrieked and ran for the kitchen.

Later that day, Mum appeared with her hair in a pony tail. "Master, I would be so grateful if you can show me how much you care by dominating me and treating me like the slut I am."

"Yes, I think that can be arranged. You will go to your room and strip, then return wearing only black thigh high stockings and 5" heels. Put on slutty makeup, with blood red lipstick and gloss, and bring with you a long silk scarf. Is that clear?"

"Yes, master," she whispered and left the room. A short time later, Carole returned, dressed as I had demanded.

"Carole slut, you look so beautiful and so desirable."

"Thank you master, now what may I do to serve you?"

"First of all, strip me, slowly, letting your hands wander over my body."

"Ooh yes, master," she enthused and took each item off slowly, stroking and caressing me, so that by the time she slid my boxers to the floor, my cock was hard and straining upwards.

"Excellent, Carole slut, now stand in front of me, then kneel so that your arse rests on your heels. Then hold your hands behind your back."

She did so, and I moved behind her and tied her hands with the scarf so that she could not move them.

I returned and faced her, moving close to her so that I could feel her warm breath on my cock. "Now, take my cock in your mouth and lick and suck me until I am ready to cum. Then I shall pull out from your mouth and cum over your tits."

"Oh master, that would be so good. But I so want to taste your cum."

"Do what you're told, slut, and suck my cock."

She stuck out her tongue and licked around my cock head, covering it with saliva. Then, as I moved forward, she took my cock into her mouth, working around the sweet spot under the head and running her tongue up and down the shaft. Then she started to suck on the head, gently at first, then harder as we both became more excited. Carole whimpered and gasped in pleasure and anticipation as my cock swelled and throbbed in her thrilling mouth, and I moaned as I felt my climax start to grow. "Oh god, you beautiful bitch, you are bringing me to the verge." Her agile tongue continued its work until I knew I had to pull out to finish this little scene.

I pulled my straining cock from her frantic, searching mouth, and pointing it directly at her hard, aroused nipples, with a few quick strokes along my shaft I came in an explosive, boiling climax. I had never experienced an orgasm like this, and my cum splattered hard over her nipples. This was partly a result of Carole's expert mouth, partly from my sense of domination over her.

Carole moaned deeply and tried to struggle against her bonds. I hadn't told her about the final part of this little scene, as I wiped my fingers across her tits, causing her to squeal and whimper as I flicked over her nipples. I then offered my fingers to her mouth, and she sucked them in voraciously, almost as if she was trying to devour my cock, and she took in every speck of cum on my fingers. I then removed the scarf from her wrists, but told her to stay kneeling.

"Now you can lick my cock clean, and stroke my balls while you do so."

"Oh yes, master, thank you, thank you, thank you, that was wonderful. You taste so good, I just don't want to stop. I could live on your cum and nothing else."

I smiled. "I don't quite think so, but you are so beautiful and you suck my cock so well that I'm almost tempted to let you try." With that, I took her hands and pulled her to her feet, holding her close to me while her soft sweet curves moulded against my body and she purred and made small soft noises of ecstasy and contentment.

"Oh master, now I know I truly belong to you. You have marked my soul with your orgasm, and it will live with me forever." With that, she pulled my head down to hers and we kissed, a long, deep, sweet, sultry kiss, both our mouths full of the other's tongue, and murmuring softly to each other. As we broke, I looked deep in to my mother's eyes, and saw a mixture of wonderment and total devotion in them. I hugged her fiercely so that she squeaked, then almost ran from the room.

The next few days passed in an ecstatic mist of pleasure, sex and, almost incidentally, work. Rather surprisingly, we both found that, knowing the pleasure that we had discovered in each other, the work part became easier and we were both able to concentrate better.

On Wednesday, Mum arrived home as I was slumped in a lounge chair, reading study notes. She looked exquisite, dressed in a tailored dark green silk suit with a white blouse, medium black patent heels and made up in a slightly understated way. Her hair was, of course, up in a French roll.

Mum sat in a chair opposite me, slowly crossing her gorgeous slim legs with a whisper of nylon, with the skirt riding up so that I could see plenty of her creamy thigh.

"Oh Mum, you dreadful tease. You're doing that quite deliberately, aren't you?"

"Doing what, darling?" she asked, with apparent naivety, although the effect she was aiming for was quite obvious.

"Showing off your lovely legs in a way that any red blooded male would find hard to resist. You look good enough to eat - in fact I think I might just ..." as I jumped out of the chair.

"Down boy," she said and gave me a quick cool kiss. "There's something serious I've been meaning to talk to you about, and I can't do it if we're locked in a hot, passionate embrace."

"Okay Mum, go your hardest – what have I stuffed up now?"

"No, honey," she laughed. "Nothing like that. It's just that I've been thinking about selling up here ever since Denzel moved out. I'd like a fresh start, but I don't want to do it if you'd rather stay put. After all, this must be the only home you can remember."

I got up and crossed the room, wrapping my arms lightly round her. "No, Mum, I don't care where we are so long as we have each other and I can be at least this close to you and often a lot closer." I returned her light kiss, then, "I agree – it won't hurt to rid ourselves of the lingering shade of Denzel and find a place that isn't tainted by him. What did you have in mind?"

"Thank you, Jesse. Well, the house market in this area is pretty buoyant at the moment; I don't want to move interstate, partly because of your studies and partly because I'm in line for a promotion at work. I thought we might look for a place with a little bit of land in the outer suburban area but with good road and rail access to the city. What do you think?"

"Sounds like a plan, Mum. I wanted to talk to you, too about a little project that I have in mind, as I was thinking about turning what was Dad's room into a photo studio."

"Okay with me, honey."

"Mmm, but if we wait until we move, I can set it up properly. You see ...," and here I allowed a wolfish grin to cross my face, "I'd like to take some glamour photos of you. It's all part of a fantasy I've had for a long time to have you model lingerie for me, teddies, negligees, tiny little panties, shelf bras, stockings, heels and all sorts of other goodies."

Mum grinned. "I knew there had to be an ulterior motive, although I really like the idea. Strictly on the understanding that this is just for you, I'd really enjoy modelling, and I'd love to pose for you any way you like."

"Ooh yes gorgeous, now let me start you off with some nice hot positions," as I slid towards her.

"Hold your horses, you sex crazed boy," she laughed. "Don't forget, my hair's up and I need to change."

I blew her a raspberry, then tried to settle back to some study.

A few days later, on the Sunday morning, I woke to find the bed empty but I could hear movement downstairs. I ambled into the kitchen, and Mum was there with her hair in a pony tail. She looked at me with a look of absolute subservience, then knelt on the floor and kissed my feet. I was surprised at this, but just managed to say, "You may stand."

Carole stood in front of me and said, "Master, I've done a very bad thing, and I need to be punished."

I took a short while to adjust, but my cock was starting to show a distinct interest. "I see. You'd better tell me what it is that you've done so I can decide on a suitable punishment."

She looked down and said in a low voice, but one that was quite easily heard, "I've been using a butt plug to relax my arse for you, but didn't ask your permission to do so. I'm so sorry, master; I won't let it happen again, but I do need to be punished for this."

"Very well, slut. On this occasion I will be generous and let you decide what your punishment should be. What do you think about that?"

"Oh thank you, master. I believe that my bottom needs to be spanked, and I would be most honoured if you could be even more generous and do it with your hands."

"Yes, slut, I think that would be very appropriate. Now, how many strokes would be a fitting punishment for your indiscretion?"

"Perhaps ten, if that would be suitable, master?"

"A little too light. I think twelve strokes on each cheek would serve well."

Carole gasped but said nothing.

"First you will strip to black lace panties and your smallest black bra. Then you will return to this room, knock on the door and ask if you may enter. If I allow you to do so, you will crawl across the room on your hands and knees and beg me to punish you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, thank you master," she murmured and left the room.

My mind was in a whirl at this development – it followed what we had already talked about, but for it to actually happen, for my gorgeous mother to submit herself to me and beg to have her bottom spanked was something new and exquisitely exciting. A short while later, there was a gentle tap on the door. "Yes", I stated in a flat, neutral voice and the door opened with a voluptuous vision standing in the doorway.

"Master, may I please enter?"

"Yes, slut, now crawl across the floor and beg me to punish you."

Carole dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to where I was sitting with her raised arse swaying seductively. "Master, please forgive me for not asking your permission to stretch my arse. I know I need to be punished for my own good, but please forgive me, I beg you."

"Yes, slut, you will be forgiven after you have received your punishment, and if you are a good girl during your spanking, I will have you straddle me and fuck you hard."

"Oh yes, master, thank you so much. I will be a good girl while you spank me and not struggle or try to stop you."

"Very good, slut, now stand so that I may inspect you."

She rose to her feet, but kept her eyes lowered.

"First, fold your hands behind your head so that I can get a better view of your beautiful tits."

She did so, but I realised that her bra was obscuring my view. "Hmm, now come here and turn round so that I can remove your bra."

She did so, and I unclipped her bra, which fell to the floor. I took in the sight of her glorious pink/white bottom, so perfectly shaped and barely covered by the filmy, flimsy panties. I was almost salivating at the thought of her over my knee with her bottom at my mercy, and my hands able to wander over the soft sweet curves.

"Now turn round again."

This gave me an uninterrupted view of her superb, firm, perfectly shaped tits with nipples that were hard with arousal and standing out like bullets from her dark areolas.

"Are you ready to be spanked, slut?"

"Oh yes, master, I can hardly wait."

"Then come here and lay yourself over my knees with your bottom in the air," which she did, quickly and with perfect placement. I almost drooled at the sight of her two perfect globes in front of me, at my mercy. I stroked her bottom, squeezing the cheeks to test their fullness and ripeness.

"Now, I am going to spank your bottom, and alternate each spank with caresses and squeezes, until it is a hot bright pink. She trembled with excitement and I knew it was almost time to start.

"First, though, slut, I want you to stroke a finger outside your panties along your slit. Then show me your finger."

She did as she was told and turned slightly to hold her finger up to me. I took it in my mouth and licked it slowly and sensually.

"Just as I thought –your pussy is already leaking love juice. You are getting very excited and longing to be punished, aren't you?"