I had really enjoyed making my mom love my strap-on. Forcing her to raise her tight little rear end into the air and fucking her with my big plastic cock. The harness I was wearing rubbing my clit with each thrust... mmmm.
That first time, I had kept my mother tied after fucking her pussy and making her tell me how much she loved me fucking her. "Fuck me daddy!" I even made her scream. And I spanked her ass and ran my long nails down her back as I fucked her hard, wearing only my heels.
Before untying her, I made her promise that she wouldn't fuck my limp-dicked father anymore and she said her pussy belonged to me now. I told her that she must keep wearing her short shorts around the house now, even in the winter and that when I come home from work she must be ready to service me.
I work as a secretary for a business executive at Bristol-Myers Squibb. I have to make copies and phone calls every day and dress in professional, low-cut skirts and wear heels and hose every day. It is a tiring job and I hate having to do such meaningless tasks all the time when I should be in charge.
Today in particular was a long day. I drive back from work, rubbing my legs together, my skirt riding up my legs as I think about the things I'll make my mother do to me when I get home.
I'm shocked when I walk in through the kitchen, into the living room and see my slut mother on the couch sleeping. She is wearing her short jean shorts and a sexy blouse as I had asked, but she is sound asleep, her ass sticking out over the side of the couch. I walk over to her, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor and give her ass a spank.
"Get up slut," I tell her... "Your mistress is here."
My mother wiggles her ass at me - probably on purpose - before getting up. I look into her eyes, down to her shoulder-length brown hair and then down at her tan legs. God, she looks sexy. Then, without a word, I put my hand on her head and push her down to the floor so she is on her knees and her head is level with my pussy.
I pull up my skirt, exposing the tops of my thigh highs and grab the back of my mother's head, nestling it in between her legs. "Lick my pussy," I command.
My mother doesn't say a word, but dutifully obeys, making sure not to make eye contact with me because that would be a sign of disrespect. She runs her hand over my nicely trimmed pussy as she licks all of my folds gently. Ohhhhh - after such a long day her tongue feels so good and I grind my pussy over her mouth. I take her by the hand, lead her to the couch and lie her down on it and sit on her face.
My mother kneads my ass cheeks as I sit on her face and I unbutton my blouse and start playing with my tits.
"That's it," I coo as my mother licks me nicely. "That's it... make your mistress feel good."
"You much prefer licking my sweet pussy as compared to daddy's limp dick, don't you mother?" I say.
She nods, but doesn't take her mouth away from my pussy: and the nodding motion sends quivers through me. Her tongue rolls over my clit and I hold her head in between my legs firmly, riding her face.
Holding her head, I cum on her face and thrash around, my ass pressing down on top of my mother. My tits are out of their bra now and I finally get off of my mother, lay beside her and lift one of my nipples to her. I hold her in my arms as she nurses on my tits.
"Soooo good mistress," my mother coos, putting my tit back into her mouth.
I allow my mother to nurse on my tits for awhile and doze in and out of sleep, holding onto the firm cheeks of her ass. Finally, I get up and tell my mother to wait outside my bedroom door.
I watch my mother's tan legs and firm ass swagger up the stairs and think what a wonderful slave she is. And to think, just weeks ago I let her entice me in those sexy shorts of hers without even making her pay for it.
I take off my heels, slide off my thigh highs and remove my bra. I play with my nipples a little bit and then put back on my heels and walk back up the stairs, just wearing my shoes. My mother is waiting for me at the door and I open the door and let her into my room.
As soon as she walks in, she looks at the video camera I have set up before the bed and her mouth opens wide.
"What... what's that..." she stutters.
"You know what that is slut," I say to her. "I'm going to record you taking my strap on up your pussy and telling me how good it feels and how you are my slut and no one else's."
