This story is about an incestuous relationship. It involves submission and dominance.
All characters are age eighteen or older.
For background please read previous chapters.
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As Mom had directed I shaved carefully. I was just finishing when she came upstairs.
"Do you have something in mind that you'd like to wear?" She asked me.
"A couple of things, Mom."
We went to my old bedroom to look through my clothes. We had moved some of them to 'our' bedroom, but there was still some in my old closet. Most of my clothing was lingerie and sleepwear, but I did have a selection of dresses, skirts and blouses.
I showed Mom a mini-skirt. She liked it.
"You'll look sexy in that," she told me.
"It's what I like to wear when I'm feeling girlish and a little playful," I told her.
"Well how do you feel now?" Mom asked. "Do you have something that fits your mood?"
"Mom, that bustier makes you look so forceful. I think I have something that will complement it perfectly."
I got out a filmy, long skirt that I had bought online. It had been called a harem slave costume and looked like something a belly dancer might wear. It was slit up both sides to the hip. I don't mind saying that I had legs that looked good in it. I had only worn it a couple of times, never for my ex, only for my own pleasure.
I got excited when I thought about wearing it. It was so perfect. I could be a slave girl for her, my mistress.
We brought it back to the bedroom. Mom clipped the chain to my collar. As an added fillip she picked up her riding crop.
She told me to strip and I was soon naked in front of her. She led me, by the chain, to the bathroom and instructed me to get on my hands and knees on the floor.
I did as I was told and I felt a stinging strike with Mom's switch, her riding crop. It stung, but not badly. She gently rubbed the spot where she had hit and made soothing sounds. As she comforted me she slid a small tube into my ass, an enema. Before I could object I felt the warm liquids filling my intestine.
I needn't describe the rest of the process. There is debasement and then there is utter debasement. An enema falls in the latter category. Mom gave me two more doses before she was satisfied. She used the syringe bulb next to pump douche into my ass. That wasn't quite as bad. But by then I was pretty empty.
"You'll see why we did this later," She told me.
She let me stand to help her undress. A shower was next. My feelings were strange. Adoration, of course, and gratitude. My inner self was whispering to me.
Delicious, such delicious abasement.
Back in the bedroom we dressed Mom first. Mesh hosiery and a fresh bustier. This one had a large zipper up the front and laced openings on the sides. Like the other it displayed her tits beautifully. As usual spike heels perfectly completed the effect. Mom sent me to the bathroom to retrieve the riding crop.
A garter belt, nude colored nylons and heels took care of my legs. A mesh camisole, one made for men, pushed and molded the flesh of my chest into a pair of small boobs. The nipples peeked saucily through the mesh.
If only they were real breasts,
I thought wistfully.
A blond wig with shoulder length hair, some expert makeup by Mom and I was ready. We stood in front of the mirror together. I thought I had never looked sexier.
Mom hugged me. "You look beautiful, Dear. So very exotic."
She clipped the chain to my collar. It made things perfect for me.
She led me to the bed. We laid together exchanging deep kisses. Kisses that got hotter as they continued. Her hands were on me stroking and petting me. One hand under my gauzy skirt fondled my hard cock. My hand was at her pussy. I could feel her wetness and the hardness of her clit.
She straddled my chest and pulled my face to her pussy. Her hard clit was in front of me. Long, hard, as big as a small cock. My lips parted instinctively. She slid her clit into my hot, wet mouth, leaned over me and fucked my face.
Startled, at first, I soon came to feel a thrill as she pumped her hard shaft into my mouth. I closed my lips tightly on it. I eagerly licked it with my tongue. I let my teeth scrape along its length. I sucked it to bring blood flowing into its hardness. My gauzy slave costume added to the thrill. I felt the excitement of imaging myself as an aroused woman giving her lover a blow job.
I wanted to please her, to make her cum. I could feel the throbbing of blood beating in her clit. Much like the throbbing in my cock. I thrilled even more when I felt an orgasm tearing through her. Her plump body quivered with orgasmic joy as she came.
Mom pulled her still hard clit from my grasping lips. She moved back onto my body and leaned down to kiss me. We exchanged a hot open mouthed kiss with our tongues dancing.
She moved to my feet, pushed my skirt up to my waist to expose my hard cock.
"Don't cum yet," she whispered hoarsely. "The best is yet to come."
She spread my legs apart, grabbed the wedge pillow and shoved it under my hips. Lube was next, she rubbed a generous dollop around my anus and inside it.
I thought she'd be putting on the belt, but she surprised me. She pushed my legs up and further apart. I felt her hard clit slide into my ass. I gasped and cried out.
"Oh, Mom. Fuck me." My voice sounded husky, like a sexually excited woman.
Her clit was not as big around as the dildo, but it was hard and it felt good in my ass. The mere idea of being clit fucked in the ass by my mother's rigid clit sent me over the edge. It seemed such an intimate act.
I grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled them apart so she could fuck me deeper. Deep enough for me to feel her clit touch my prostrate. The touches were enough to send me into sexual overload. In my mind my ass became a pussy to me. The lube my juices. My mother's hard clit was filling me, fucking me, making love to me.
Cum spewed from my cock, and again, another spurt shot onto my belly. She was soon cumming too. Her gasps and the shudders tearing through her plump body sent me to new heights. My cock stayed hard as Mom pumped her clit into me, butt fucking me with her hard big clitcock.
Her face was a mask of lust as orgasms sang through her body. She mouthed unintelligible sounds; she scooped up my cum from my belly and fed it to me. I avidly sucked it from her fingers.
We were wild, both of us. I was ready to cum again. Mom may have sensed it. She started stroking my cock, the rhythm of her hand matched the thrusts of her hips. My cum spewed from me again as my mother experienced an especially strong orgasm.
She collapsed on top of me after that last orgasm. Her clit slipped out of my ass. I missed the feel of it.
I held her on top of my body. "Thank you, Mom," I gasped. "That was so wonderful."
Mom was catching her breath, as I was too. We kissed and held each other. Mom rolled off me and we laid together. We told each other, again, how great it had been and how much we loved each other. I knew now why Mom had given me the enema and douche. She always had a thing about hygiene when it came to bathroom things.
Mom idly scooped up more of my cum on her fingers and fed it to me again. She scooped up more and sucked it off her fingers for herself.
"I squirted," she said when she caught her breath. "I do sometimes."
I thrilled at the thought of her squirt. I remembered my ex doing so on occasion. I started to slide lower on the bed to taste of it, but she stopped me.
"Later," she said softly. "We have lots of time. Rest now. I need to clean myself."
Mom got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned I was waiting to suck at her tits. She held me to her as I suckled. It was a delightful sensation, safe and secure. A feeling of trust such as had helped me get through the ordeal of telling her everything.
She pushed me down after she had let me suckle her for a while. Down towards the hairy garden of delight that was her pussy.
I went eagerly, I licked avidly at the lips of her lovely cunt. I savored the slightly acrid, yet delicious, scent and taste of the nectar she had squirted. I rubbed my face in the luscious forest of her hair.
Her clit hardened and grew. I sucked it as if giving her a blow job. We both delighted in my sucking. She came again, intensely with loud gasps. Her fleshy thighs clasped my head and her hands under my wig twisted in my hair.
When she was sated. She pushed my head back. She made me lick her cum from the sheet. Kneeling next to me she held my head to the wet sheet as I joyfully sucked and licked her juices from the fabric.
We laid together in a sweet embrace telling each other of our love.
We rested together until dinnertime. We got up then. Mom said all the activity had made her hungry. I agreed.
Dinner was frozen dinners, again. Cooking took energy and we were too pleasantly relaxed from our lovemaking for such plebian chores.
Our dinner conversation was about my viewpoints on our new lifestyle. Mom was very interested in my ongoing feminization.
