Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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I never thought we'd get this chance again. Ever since Dad ran off and left us, we'd been living very much on the borderline. Mum had tried her best for me, working two jobs just to get me through school. It had been a tough few years but now, finally, I was eighteen and in my final term of my final year. I dreamed of getting a job and helping out. Then, suddenly, it was like we'd been struck with a pot of gold!
Okay it was more like a fat cheque than a literal pot of gold, but it was just as good. The old waster, my dad, had finally succumbed to all his bad living and kicked this life. The one good thing was that, when he'd walked out on us, he'd never thought to change his will. It seems he'd also forgotten about his investments. Mum knew nothing about them either, but we were both thankful he hadn't cashed them in and spent them on drugs or alcohol or whatever was his particular downfall.
She was waving at me when I came home from my last day at school. I knew I had to take charge straight away. Mum was hopeless with money. Besides I had plans of my own. I snatched the cheque from her fingers and put it in my pocket. Her mouth dropped open.
"What ...?" she started to splutter.
"Shut up, bitch," I said to her, "you know you can't be trusted with this. It goes in the bank first thing in the morning. Okay?"
"Y ... yes, Miss Laura."
Perhaps I should explain here about the true relationship between me and my mother. She was a perfectly respectable woman in her late thirties, pretty for her age. Now I know some of you may be surprised or even shocked by this revelation but me and mum had been lovers for about three years. Not in public, you understand, but in our home. for the first couple of years, we had simply been lovers but gradually I found that she needed, or wanted, to be controlled and I took over that role. I wasn't going to complain as it made my life so much easier. I wasn't a complete bitch to her, I still loved her as a mum, but a good spanking when she stepped out of line seemed to make both of us happy.
The next day, with no school to go to I dragged her to the bank and deposited the money in my account. I felt it would be safer there. I got a warm glow knowing I had control of a not inconsiderable amount of money. Once we had things sorted at the bank, I decided we needed to talk so I headed for a nearby café.
"So, that was good news. I've never seen so many zeroes on a cheque before. It means we can live in luxury for a while."
"Don't forget it was left to me," she said with an almost pleading whine.
"Of course, I won't, mum. What did you have in mind?"
"I ... I'm not sure darling, whatever you think best," was all she could come up with."
It was then that I had my lightbulb moment. "I think we should have a holiday. We can sort out the rest when we get back."
"Oh. That would be lovely, dear. I haven't had a holiday for years. A nice mother and daughter holiday would be lovely."
"Just so long as you promise to behave and not show me up."
"Of course not, darling, I promise."
So, we went to a travel agent and booked ourselves into a fine hotel in some place hot and sunny. Then I took her home. she had wanted to go shopping but I felt it was important to make our relative positions clear.
When we got home, I almost dragged her into the front room. I sat on the sofa but told her she should stand in the centre facing me. She looked forlorn and helpless.
"I think we need to clarify where we are," I said, speaking as severely as possible. "I am the mistress of this house and you ... are my servant. Got that, bitch?"
"Y ... Yes, Miss Laura." She muttered almost beyond hearing.
"Good, as long as that's clear. Now, a few things are going to change around here. I have something for you which I need to get," I told her, standing up and moving towards the door, "Its upstairs and I'll just be a minute. While I'm gone, I want you to strip. Be naked by the time I get back."
As I walked out of the door, I heard her spluttered protests, but I chose to ignore them. She had to learn her true place, I thought. Upstairs I rummaged through a drawer and found something I'd bought a few weeks back when I'd thought about how I could advance my newly developing relationship with my mum. I went back downstairs and was disappointed to find her still stood in the same place, a pile of her clothes off to one side, but still clad in the bra and panties. I walked in front of her and shewed her my angry face.
"Which fucking bit of naked did you not understand?" I asked her, my face inches from hers.
"I ... I didn't think you meant everything," she stuttered.
"Well, I did. So, get it all off. You have to do as you're told."
"Sorry, Miss Laura," and she reached for the clasp of her bra and let it drop. To be fair her tits were pretty good for a woman of her age. I'd spent many a happy night in one or other of our beds happily sucking on them. Okay they weren't the biggest, but they had somehow defied gravity. She hesitated again before bowing to the inevitable and tugging down her panties. All things considered her underwear wasn't bad. At her age they could have been so much worse. I also knew that she had even better sets in her wardrobe as well as a few almost decent changes of outer clothing. A little beachwear would be all I would have to buy for our holiday.
"Okay, stand up straight an put your hands behind your head," I ordered her. Time to establish my place in her life.
She did as she was told, and I looked her up and down. Hmm, not bad for her age, I felt a tingling in my pussy as I surveyed my naked mother. Her pussy was quite pretty too. A few days ago, I had supervised her as she had shaved down there and now things were much improved. I held out what I had brought from upstairs. I smiled when I saw the look of horror on her face. I'd had to go into a pet shop to buy the collar and lead I showed her. She immediately knew what they symbolised. I put the collar around her neck and fastened it. I stood back and looked at the effect. Splendid! I clipped the lead onto the ring at the front and looked again. Even better!
