"I'm Sophia." Came an excited voice from behind me.
I turn to find the ginger girl from the foodcourt.
She looks cute in a low cut blouse that shows off her freckled shoulders and an ample amount of pale cleavage. Her short blue skirt falls well short of her knees. There was a gap between the skirt hem and her tall white socks.
As we talked my eyes are drawn to her large breasts. Her Double D tits were just a bit bigger than mom's generous orbs. Plus they look even bigger on her thin frame.
"Hi. My name is Brian." I offer my hand. "Pleased to meet you."
"I've seen you around campus." She says with a smile. "Was that your mother?"
"The older woman that you so eagerly groped and humiliated?" She blushes at my question. Then nods, delightfully biting her lower lip. "Yes that was my mother."
"The two of you seem to have a very...Oedipal relationship." The cute coed probes.
I give her a grin. "Yeah. I'm training my mom to be my whore." Sophia noticeably shivers at my words.
She leans in really close. "That's super hot," she whispers.
My dick rises as I stare down her cleavage. "Yeah?" I ask.
"Yeah. She brushes, then squeezes my hard cock through my jeans.
"How would you like to go on a date?" I ask.
"I'd love that, but I'm busy all weekend." She answers with a pout. "Monday?" She asks eagerly.
"Sounds good." I tell her. We exchange information and she kisses my cheek before bouncing off. She looks back, smiling. Making sure I'm watching her cute ass.
I'm so horny, but I have one more class before the weekend.
When I finally get home in the afternoon, mom has the house looking great. Everything has been unpacked, cleaned, and organized.
She waits for me at the door. Taking my books when I step in.
"Did you have a good day, sir?" She asks.
She wore black high heels with straps. They left most of her feet bare. I'd never really seen her wear high heels growing up. She looked hot in them, if a little unsteady.
She wore white, thigh high stockings. Attached to a matching garter. A black, lace thong. Leaving her big sweet ass uncovered.
Her big D-cup tits were mostly visible through a sheer, white crop top. Around her neck she wore the black leather, dog collar. The word 'SLUT' clearly visible in silver letters. The chained leash hanging down behind her.
"Yes I did, whore." Mom smiles and blushes at the degrading title. "How about you?"
"It's much better, now that my master is home."
I grab her leash and lead her into the living room. Mom wobbling a couple times on her high heels.
I sit on the big, leather recliner. Mom lies across my lap. Her round ass in the air.
I lightly run my fingers over her new tattoo. She shivers at my touch. I trace the letters. 'Whore Mother' on a banner, held by two nearly nude slavegirls. Definitely not safe for work.
I pick up the leather paddle from the table next to the chair.
This isn't the first time I spanked her from this chair this week.
In fact the chair was a new purchase. We had a discussion about how she would prefer to be spanked. I wanted to encourage her in taking an active role in our new lifestyle.
"When I was younger and had been naughty my father would spank me in a big, brown, leather recliner." She told me.
So we went out and bought one. We had fucked in the thing nearly every day this week. She got so turned on just by the sight of it.
I rub her ass with the paddle. Her breath coming faster and faster. Anticipating the pain, soon to come.
With a flick of my wrist I bring the paddle down on her ass. Her rear jiggling delightfully. Mom gasps at the sharp pain.
Then I spank her again and again. My mother moaning and squealing at each strike. Kicking her stocking clad legs up and down.
"I'm sorry sir! I'm so sorry. I'll be a good girl!" Mom begs. My dick almost painfully hard.
I reach beneath her and start groping her dangling tits through the sheer top. Pinching and pulling at her nipples. A sweet, painful counter point to the ache from her rear. The paddle sounding out a continuous beat as her freckle covered ass burns from the pain.
When I finally relent, mom's rear is nice and red. Her excited breath coming quick.
She slides off my lap. Rubbing her stinging derrière and helping me pull my jeans off. Her big tits moving up and down as her chest heaves.
She kisses the tip of my hard cock. Then climbs onto the chair, straddling my lap.
She pushes aside her thong, and with a lusty groan, settles on me. My dick buried deep in her wet cunt.
She places her hands on the back of the leather chair. Her arms on either side of my head. I grab her hips as I shove in and out of her.
"Oh! Oh Brian!" She moans. Bouncing up and down in my lap like a college girl. Her big tits flopping up and down in her sheer, white top.
My mother cums quickly. Her body shuddering in my arms as she gasps. "Oh! Oh god! Fill me up. I want my son's baby juice in my whore womb."
I can't hold back. My balls clench, and I groan. I shoot a full load of jizz in my mother's twat.
I thrust a few more times to make sure she takes every last drop. Then I shove her to the ground.
Mom obediently slurps the fuck slime from my limp dick. Making sure I am nice and clean.
"Thank you sir." She says happily looking up at me. "Thank you for putting your whore in her proper place."
Monday morning I picked out clothes for mom to wear for her first day back to work.
She stood nude, nervously watching me pick stuff out.
"Are...are you sure?" There was a chance that what I was going to make her wear would get her fired.
She had just started the job. She was lucky to get it. Having been a housewife for twenty years didn't leave her qualified for much. It was a data processing job for a trucking company.
I had picked out a short black skirt, and stockings. When she sat there would be a gap between them. Underneath she had a pink thong. She would have to be careful if she needed to bend over. Otherwise she would moon someone.
Her white blouse was low cut enough to see the top of her pink bra. Offering a generous amount of cleavage.
She gave me a kiss before she left, then headed out the door.
When I got home that night I asked how it went.
"Oh, Brian. It was awful." She started. "I got called in to my boss's office and chastised right away. He made sure I saw him mark me down in my record.
Then the truckers were in and out of my cubicle all day. Staring down my shirt. Some even put their hands on my shoulder. Like I was some truck stop bimbo."
I grinned. "Good. Let them. In fact if any of them want to do more you let them."
"But..." She looked like she wanted to argue. Her obedience was nearly complete, but she felt her job was important.
I hadn't shared my plans for her future profession yet. I was planning on getting her fired. I was keeping that fact secret from her. I wanted mom to experience the humiliation of getting fired for sexual reasons.
"I think you need to have a little lesson." I lead her to our bedroom. "Strip." I order.
She quickly pulls her clothes off. Excited to be fucked or abused. Hesitating when she sees me picking something out for her to wear.
"You...you want me to dress up? Sir." She asks meekly.
"That's right. Then we are going out." I announce.
She dresses in the costume I picked out. A pink, sheer, one piece thong. A scattering of hearts the only thing covering her nipples and bald pussy. If she had any pubic hair left, it would have been visible.
Mom pulls on matching pink thigh high stockings and elbow length gloves.
She gets a blue, pleated skirt. So short, I can see the bottom of her asscheeks while she stands.
To finish the costume she gets a pair of big pink bunny ears, and the strappy black high heels she wore on Friday. I pin a pink fluffy bunny tail to the back of her skirt.
"I...I..." She stammers, looking in a mirror. She looks like she is on her way to a costume party for porn stars. A big slutty pink bunny.
"Let's go." I say ruthlessly.
I take her out to a local bowling alley. Something that we used to do a few times a year as a family.
Mom's cheeks turn red from embarrassment as everyone watches her pick out a ball.
"Not going to be a problem with her dressed like that. Is it?" I ask. Paying for our lane.
"Naw." The grinning guy says. Watching mom bend over. Her nearly bare ass on display for the whole room.
"I know it's not great for the floors. I'll get you some blow job action if she can keep the high heels on."
The guy grins and nods.
The place was pretty much just men. Drinking buddies I'd guess. No families.
Mom walks over to our lane. Eyes downcast, carrying her ball. She picked out a pink one.
She was humiliated, and shamed. Dressed solely to be an object of lust. But part of her was enjoying it. I could tell by her breathing she was excited. The pink ball was an admission of her lust.
"Alright. One game. For every pin you miss you get a spanking." Her eyes go wide as I pull out the leather paddle. Setting it on the ball return.
"W...where's your ball?" She asks quietly.
I grin. "I didn't say I was playing."
Mom grips the ball. Then she hobbles forward. Trying not to fall over in her heels.
The ball thunks and rolls slowly down her lane. Falling in the gutter half way down.
