SMACK! I slap my mom's big round ass, causing her to squeal. She is nude and on her way into the bathroom to shower.
Yesterday I had set us on the first steps to her being my submissive whore. This morning I could sense her resistance mounting.
So I pulled off the tshirt I had allowed her to sleep in. Revealing her beautifully curved body. Pale and dotted with freckles.
Right there in, what had been her, master bedroom I spanked her ass for a couple minutes. Pushing her face into the pillows as I dominated my own mother.
Then I made her suck my dick. She had to prove she remembered her place.
The next few days would be crucial. I had to keep her off balance. She could not be allowed to take the upper hand. Otherwise this whole venture could fail.
Mother would become my sex slave. She must fully accept her role.
I had made an online order for delivery from the big box store down the street. A vibrating cock ring, a cucumber, and some lube.
I listen as I hear the shower turn on. If I timed it right, this should be a good morning.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the doorbell rings.
I open the bathroom door and call in, "Mom, you got to go answer that."
"I'm in the shower Brian." She calls back.
"No, you don't understand." I say with a stern voice. "YOU, have to go answer the door."
She turns off the water and steps,dripping, out. "Oh. I...I see." She reaches for a towel.
"You may take the towel with you, but you can't wrap it around your naked body." I order her.
She hesitates. Then she nods, walking past me. She heads down the stairs, towel in hand.
I follow, but stop just beyond the living room. I watch as Mom approaches the door. She holds the towel up to her chest with one hand, presumably covering her most precious spots. But it leaves her legs, hips as sides bare from the front.
From behind I can see her long red/brown hair, now plastered wetly to her back, her beautiful thick thighs, and her bare round ass, water still glistening on her delicious cheeks.
Taking a deep breath, she opens the door.
"I have a del...oh! Oh my! Um, a delivery. Uh, for you. Ma'am." I can hear the voice of an older gentleman.
"Oh thank you." Mom tries to act cheerful. Like she answered the door partly covered in a towel every day. "If you would just hand it over." That last bit sounded a tad desperate.
Now the surprised man's voice sounds gleeful, "Oh no ma'am. First I have to make sure I brought you everything you...need." I can hear the rustling of a bag. "One bottle of lube. One jumbo vibrating cock ring." Mom lets out a little gasp at that. "And one large cucumber."
Her voice a bit shaky, "Uh, yes. That's all correct."
He hands her the bag. "You must sign here ma'am." I can hear the smile in his voice.
She turns to set the bag down, flustered and forgetting the state of her near nudity.
I can hear a light smack, as the man slaps mom's bare ass, now turned toward him.
She gasps and jumps, spinning back to face him. Then she leans forward. Presumably signing with one hand, while desperately trying to cover her shame with the other.
"Looks like a fun day for you." The man teases.
Quickly she shuts the door on the dirty old man. Leaning her back against it. I can see her face is flush with embarrassment, as I walk into the room.
"Why?" She asks me with pleading eyes.
"You have to learn your place as a whore, mother." I tell her, yanking her towel to the floor. "I have many lessons for you." My dick twitches in excitement as I freely grope her big bare breasts. Tweaking her hardened nipples.
I shove her up against the door, pulling her hands above her head. She gasps as I reach down and shove my manhood into her.
I fuck her against the door as we kiss.
I give He nipple a pinch when I cum inside her.
"Now lets get dressed. We have some shopping to do." I pinch and drag her upstairs by a juicy nipple. Mom hissing in pain the whole way.
Back in the bedroom I pull out a white tshirt for her. "Cut the bottom half of that off." I order her as I continue searching through her drawers. A lot of ugly mom jeans and some slacks.
Finally I pull out a pair of blue sweatpants.
"And cut the legs off these."
Mom does as she is told. "Great, now try them on." She pulls on what are now shorts. They look a little baggy. So I have her cut a little more off, and roll down the waist. When she is done she basically has booty shorts. The bottom of which flares so much that you can just see where her ass starts to swell from her thighs.
"W...what about underwear?" She asks. I just shake my head no.
Unhappy with the result, but resigned to her fate, mom reaches for a bra. "No." I say. "Just the shirt."
With a frown she pulls on the cutoff tee. It covers to just barely below her tits. Leaving her round tummy exposed. Also I can make out the shadows of her areola through the shirt.
Looking at herself in a mirror mom says, "Brian, I look like a..."
"A whore?" I ask.
"I was going to say tramp." She says nodding.
"Good. This is how I want you to look mother. It pleases me."
After dressing myself I lead her down to her car. Then out into the Sunday sun.
As mom drove I ponder the first time I'd seen mom whore herself.
My parents had been pretty religious as I grew up. My asshole dad even more than mom.
We spent a lot of time at the small church we belonged to.
Some time back, just after I turned eighteen, we were there, mom and I. She was putting together flower arraignments for the next mass and I had been goofing off.
It was late, and we were nearly the only ones there.
I had creeped under some bushes to spy on mom through the basement window of the church. I did that a lot. Puberty has hit me hard, and sometimes I was able to catch a glimpse of her naked at home.
There she was, looking beautiful. One pink flower in her dark red hair. She was in the craft room in the basement. I was watching in a bush, through a window.
"Ah, Amanda. It is so good to see a servant of god happy in her work." The pastor had walked in.
Pastor Chuck, or as the kids called him 'Pastor skeleton'. He was skinny, tall, and old. He was super nice and everyone loved him.
That's probably why mom didn't think anything of it when he came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. Lightly massaging as he went on, "We all must do our part. To come when called by the lord. Or by his servants. It is important to be willing. To be Dutiful. Submissive."
I nearly gasped when his hands slid down the front of mother's long dress. Cupping her big beautiful breasts, and squeezing.
