Ta'isha

Teri gave me a quick kiss on her way out, "it's hard to hate you, you're really a good guy … asshole." Then she was gone.

I saw her a few times in the halls at school, but we didn't talk.

Saturday, I had finished with a few chores about thirty minutes before, and was swimming lazy laps. The pool tent was up, of course. The only thing worse than our January weather is February in Dallas.

The usual practice in winter was to undress in the house, grab a towel and haul ass through the cold to the tent's airlock. High humidity and condensation made anything brought into the tent soaking wet. Even the towel was soon good only for wiping, not for drying.

I heard the gate latch, and drifted over to the side of the pool to wait. The door to the utility room opened, and I waited for it to close as my visitors undressed. Instead, I heard, "Mom, I told you the rules. Now get in here and undress!" Then, the door closed.

Less than a minute later, the door opened again, then slammed shut. I heard giggles, and Teri hollered out, "If you've got some bimbo in there, you'd better hide her. We're coming in."

Teri came through the lock at a run and hit the pool with a very unladylike splash. She called for her mom to get in the water.

Ta'isha stopped at the pool lip. "I have something I have to say first. Ran, I apologize for my language, my attitude and my complete misunderstanding of yours and T… no, Teri's relationship. I want to thank you for taking control and not letting me get totally stupid."

"Apology accepted. I'm OK with it."

"I'm sorry, too," Teri said, "for the names I called you."

"You," I said, with mock severity, "will have to do a lot better than that. I'm thinking make-up sex, and lots of it.

"Now let's swim a bit. We can get serious later."

A heated and covered pool makes it possible to swim in January, but it can't replace a hot sun beating down on you, or being warm and dry, wrapped in a terry cloth robe when the sun is down. In other words, we didn't stay all that long in the pool.

I asked Teri to check the beef stew I had started that morning, and I held Ta'isha back, "Give me a hand with this load of towels."

We carried a couple of bundles of towels into the laundry room, "Is there anything that you told, or didn't tell Teri that I should know about?"

"I told her everything I told you, except about her father, and with all the detail that you already understood. It was hard for her. She couldn't imagine allowing that to happen, or to literally become a slave to anyone. It took hours for me to get across to her the world I lived in. We did a lot of crying together."

"That took guts, Ta'isha, to bare your soul like that. I think that will give her a whole new dimension of respect for you and what you've done for yourself and for her.

"Has she said anything about our proposed relationship?"

"No, she simply told me she would make up her mind by today. You know as much as I do. This can't be easy for her, Ran. No girl wants her mom to fuck her boyfriend, and you'd be taking her mom as a sex toy, right in front of her."

"Yeah, I know. Well, let's go face the judge."

The stew was falling apart tender, and ready to serve. The ladies set the table. I shredded some cabbage, sliced a few fresh jalepeños, chopped some cilantro, and cut a few limes in half, to be added to the stew at the table.

I put some of each onto small plates for the table, then flame toasted tortillas on the range top. I put them and the stew pot on the table. Then, the three of us, still butt-nekkid except for towels worn as sarongs, sat down to a TexMex caldo de res.

Ta'isha cleared the table after we had stuffed ourselves. She was pointedly ignoring Teri and me as she washed and wiped up the lunch mess. Teri and I moved to the library.

Show time.

"Ran, this is just weird," she began. "If it were anyone else, it'd be kinda cool, you having a sex slave. But, this is my mother, and I'm not sure what to think. Mom told me all the things she went through, and she knows she's fucked up mentally and emotionally because of it.

"You're right â€" she'll submit to the first guy that comes along. Most likely a jerk. I guess it comes down to do I trust you and can I deal with it.

"I don't think we have a choice, we have to do this. I've never known you to break a trust, and I'll have to find a way to deal, for Mother's sake."

"I have to warn you, Teri, I'll have to make your mother do things that are terrible from your point of view. From hers, they're what she expects from her master. She has to know that she is considered chattel, a slave. I will cause her pain for punishment, and sometimes for no reason at all. She will expect that from her master. I promised her, and I promise you I will not injure her. Her husband hit her with his fists. I will not do anything like that.

"She will be my sex toy. She will do what I say, where I say, when I say and with whom I say. That will be hard on you, but it validates her place.

"After she submits to me, I will fuck her. It will be pure rutting sex, with no concern for her pleasure.

"Then, if you are willing, I will make love to you. She will kneel by the bed, ready to serve, while you and I have tender, loving sex. The purpose is to show her you accept her role as a possession, a part of the furnishings and of no concern. Can you do that?"

"Oh god, I'll try."

"If all you can handle is a bit of cuddling, that's fine. Whatever you do, don't act like having a slave, or especially don't act like having your mother watch has made you reticent.

"Are you ready?" She nodded. "Then let's do this."

Teri sat at the table. I stood. Ta'isha was at the sink, a dish and towel frozen in her hands. "Slave, nadu."

She spun around and knelt before me.

"Slave," I growled as authoritatively as I could, "I have decided to take you as my own. Submit."

She raised her hands over her head, crossing her wrists. "I am your slave," she said.

I crossed to the utility room and brought back one of Mother's silk scarves. I tied it around her wrists, and stepped in front of her. "I am your master," was the formal response.

"Ta'isha, in my night-stand are condoms. Fetch them."

When she returned, I untied her wrists and told her to prepare me to use her. I caught her quick look toward Teri as she knelt, but ignored it and shook my head at Teri for her to do the same.

My slave took my cock in her hands, and used her mouth and tongue to stimulate me. Once I was fully hard, she rolled a condom on.

"Position yourself to be used," I ordered.

She turned around, her back to me and dropped to her elbows, her forehead on the floor, her ass in the air and pelvis rotated to present her vagina for easy entry.

I knelt behind her, my cock aligned with her cunt. Without any warning and without any concern for her readiness, I entered her. My hips drew back and slammed forward, again and again. I grabbed her hip roughly with one hand, pulling her into my strokes. My other hand clawed and twisted her breast. This was not a tender coupling of loving partners, it was purely and simply savage rutting. The master was using his slave.

In spite of, or maybe because of my roughness, she came. She tried to hide it, but the signs were obvious.

Not long after, my own climax took hold. The hours of anticipation, and the surprisingly visceral excitement of a woman giving herself to me, mind and body, mine to do with as I wish, left me on the edge before the first touch.

What a climax I had. My whole body was straining to pump semen through my cock. Every muscle contracted, as I thrust again and again into my slave's cunt.

I was exhausted, drained. Still, my body was responding to the final thrusting by starting to get fully hard again. I wasn't going to fuck Ta'isha again before Teri. I pulled out and ordered her to clean me.

My slave spun around and pulled the condom off my cock, took my dick into her mouth and cleaned the cum off. She started to knot the rubber. I interrupted her, "Don't waste that." She immediately up-ended the condom into her mouth, and swallowed every bit of my cum. Then she disposed of the empty rubber in the trash. Before returning, she wetted a hand towel with hot water, which she used to wipe me free of sweat from my face to my thighs. She patted me dry with a thick terry towel, and sat back on her heels.

Her palms were up. She was feeling bad about something. I could guess what it was. "You want to say something?"

"Please, Master, I'm sorry I had an orgasm without your permission."

"Very well, we will speak of this another time."

I was hard again. Jeez was I ever hard. I had just turned nineteen, so I was young, dumb and randy (and jokes about that reinforced my dislike for that nick name), but this was ridiculous. I touched Teri's arm, cueing her to stand. As she rose, my hand ran over her breast, cupping it for me to kiss. My lips dragged across her skin on the way to her mouth. We kissed deeply and I held her close. "Let's go to my room," I whispered.

"Slave, dispose of the towels, then follow."

Teri and I had no more than lain down together when Ta'isha came in. I pointed to the floor next to the bed. She knelt there.

Teri was tense. I didn't try to rush anything, simply held her against me and kissed her lips, her eyes and her neck. My one hand cradled her head and neck while the other slid slowly along her side and down across her hip. Returning, I brushed her mound, letting my finger tips drag across her belly 'til I cupped her breast.

I would gently play her breast before loosely repeating the cycle. She began to respond, returning my kisses, and using her hands to stroke my body, especially my balls and cock.

I eased myself down her body, trailing kisses across her breasts, her belly and finally, her thighs. She spread her legs enough for me to kneel between them. I lifted and spread her knees so that she was completely open to me, and brought my mouth to her vagina. My thumbs pressed her lips closed squeezing and rubbing her clitoris as my tongue forced itself into the slit.

Teri moaned and lifted her hips to me. She became louder as I used my thumbs to spread her lips, then ran my tongue deep into her pussy. My tongue went deep into her vagina, then upward to flick over her clit. I alternately sucked her little nub between my lips and pressed it back out, as if sucking a tiny lollypop. Two fingers had replaced my tongue in her cunt, turned upward to rhythmically rub and pressure her Skene's glands, the Gräfenburg spot.

Teri continued to moan and thrust her hips at me. I rubbed and squeezed her breast, and pulled and twisted her nipple with my free hand. Her climax hit suddenly. Without further warning her thighs clamped my head, and she held me pressed to her pussy with her hands to the back of my head. I couldn't move except to keep sucking on her clit, and pressing against her G-spot. Teri can be a screamer when she climaxes, but I couldn't hear a thing. All I could do was what I was doing, that and try not to hurt her with my teeth as she bucked against my face.

She came down from her orgasm, and tried to push me away from her clit. "God, that was a strong one. I'm too sensitive right now â€" it hurts."

"Breath fast," I told her, "pant like a dog."

I don't know why that works, but it does. Her hyper-sensitivity faded. I continued licking and sucking her clit gently. In only a short time she began responding again.

She soon drew me upwards along her body. I kissed a trail over her belly, to her breasts. I would kiss and suckle one teat while I fondled the other, then switch. Finally, I reached her mouth. Our tongues circled each other in a gentle dance of intimacy. It was time. I rose onto my elbows and raised my hips.

"Slave, condom."

Ta'isha tore open a packet, reached between our bodies, and after stroking my cock to ensure full hardness, hardly necessary, rolled on the condom.

As my slave returned to her kneeling posture, I lowered my hips, aligning myself to Teri's entrance by feel. Once in place, I pressed inward as gently as I could. All the while, I continued to kiss her lips, her eyes, her neck, and her ears.

I fucked her slowly and tenderly, letting her climb to a climax at her own rate. I wanted to emphasize the difference between friends making love, and a master taking his sex slave.

Teri began to buck. She was getting close. I rolled onto my back, pulling her on top, where she could take control. She ground her hips against me at the tempo she wanted, and with the pressure that felt best. The rolling stimulated her clit, and my dick pressed against her G-spot in time with her motion.

Cowgirl style is a favorite with me. I can watch my partner. My hands are free to fondle her breasts, her clit, and her ass. It is something special, too, when she bends forward to kiss me. Best of all, I can watch as she climaxes. That will nearly always trigger my own orgasm.

I was content to go slowly, but Teri was approaching her orgasm. Her thrusts became longer and more forceful. Then, she was cumming. She leaned forward, her hands on my chest, her fingernails bit into my skin. I felt her vaginal walls distend, leaving my cock sticking into a void. The entrance to her cunt tightened like a band at the base. Her thrusts no longer came regularly, but each was long and powerful. The motion would slam my cock into the front wall of her pussy â€" into her G-spot. She came, and so did I.

For a while, we lay there together, kissing and simply looking at each other, she on top of me. When I softened, I rolled and laid her beside me so I could pull out without spilling.

"Ta'isha," I spoke quietly, "clean me."

She got between my legs and carefully removed the rubber, drank its contents, and licked the residual cum off my cock. Then, she hurried to dispose of it, and to bring a warm wash cloth and a towel from the bathroom.

She gently washed my groin, and used the towel to wipe the sweat from both Teri and me. When done, she knelt again beside the bed.

Judging by the light coming through the windows, I must have dozed for a couple of hours. Waking was a pleasure. Teri and I were spooning, my hard-on was between her thighs and embedded in her wet slit. She was humping me â€" her hips thrusting back into my groin, her thighs and slit rubbing back and forth along my cock.

I lay there enjoying the moment, my free hand cupped her breast and played with her nipple. I could see Ta'isha watching us. I rose up on my elbow so I could see Teri's face, and so I could easily reach her pussy.

Teri was staring at her mother, while her mother's eyes went back and forth between Teri's face and her pussy â€" or rather â€" I think, the tip of my dick as it was exposed each time Teri pressed her ass back against me.

I leaned forward to kiss Teri's cheek, and as I did, I placed my hand over her mound. I was pressing her clit toward my cock in rhythm with her humping, so the two rubbed each other in passing. Teri increased the depth and speed of her thrusts, but her eyes never left her mother's.

She showed all the signs of another orgasm approaching. I took her leg, behind the knee, and lifted. She raised her leg, straightening it so her toes pointed to the ceiling.

I spoke to Ta'isha, "Kajira, guide me into your daughter."

Ta'isha used both hands, cupping my balls with one and circling my cock with the other. She stroked my cock and rubbed the head back and forth along Teri's slit. I felt like I would explode just any moment. She must have sensed it, too. She stopped moving, and squeezed the base of my shaft. When my urgency had subsided, she inserted me into her daughter's pussy.

I held Teri's leg high and began to thrust. Ta'isha played with my anus with one hand and rubbed the other over Teri's mound, similar to what I had done earlier.

Teri continued to stare at her mother the whole time. Ta'isha, once I was settled in, stared right back. Each seemed entranced by the other.

It took no time at all before Teri came. She grabbed her mother's hand from her pussy, and held it tightly throughout the drawn out climax. At the same time, Ta'isha drove her finger into my ass and quickly found my prostate. I had no option but to blow my load once again.

We both finally came down. Teri threw her arms around me, "My god, that was wonderful. Thank you."

She might have given me the credit, but I don't think I was the main source of her pleasure. … but who was I to contradict her?

You might think it strange, but this was the first time I had ever had sex without a condom. My dad had thoroughly driven the need for safety into me. I had never even considered having unprotected sex. There was no question that bareback meant more sensitivity. It also meant I would cum all that much sooner. On the whole, for a horny teenager, a rubber improves the over all level of pleasure by extending the experience.

I turned to my slave, "Clean us, kajira."

I wasn't surprised that she used her mouth to clean my dick. I was totally surprised that she knelt between Teri's legs, when she finished with me. She licked and sucked my cum from her daughter's pussy. Teri, too, was nonplussed, but only for a moment. She was quickly showing her pleasure, writhing and pushing her cunt into her mother's face. Ta'isha continued using her tongue and lips on Teri's pussy, bringing her to another orgasm.

From that day, I had a happily acquiescent pleasure slave. That's not to say there weren't problems â€" especially concerning her relationship with her daughter. Their own home-life had to keep the same hierarchy. Ta'isha was Teri's mother, with all the authority that implied. On the other hand, when they both were with me, Teri, a free woman, was superior to her mother in all things sexual. There were any number of kinks to work through, not the least of which was removing the idea she was required to submit to anyone, and replacing it with the knowledge that she was free to enter or leave any relationship on her own terms.

In her public life, Ta'isha was still the confident, competent professional. In private, well, I can only say, "It's good to be the king."