This is the third section of Making My Mom Love My Strap On. The first two sections are also posted on the site. Thank you for all the feedback. Kisses: Tanya.
I had just gotten back from a long day at work. I had finally landed a great job as an advertising sales executive, but the new job pretty much required me to dress power-skirt business suits to work every day and my feet were aching because I had been chasing clients in my heels all day. When I walked into the kitchen, I was infuriated as I saw my mother wearing nothing more than very short “boy-shorts” and a tank top, sitting on the couch and just relaxing. There were dishes still in the sink and the house was a bit of a mess.
“Mother …,” I said … “Do you realize how short those shorts are?” I asked, slipping off my heels and walking over to her. “And why are you simply lounging around and relaxing when the place is a mess?”
I really was rather annoyed. I knew my father was just a fool with a flaccid dick who could not please my mother, but he should at least be making her keep the house in the proper condition.
My mother looked shocked. It had been awhile since I came to visit her and she had expressed to me that she thought our recent coupling had been wrong in some way, but I was determined to make her realize that she was to be my woman and not my father’s.
I walked over to my mother and sat on a chair across from her. “Come here,” I said. My mother walked over and I admired her long, tan legs. Her breasts were filling out her shirt and it was obvious she was not even wearing a bra.
“How do you explain what you are wearing?” I asked. “Look at these short shorts …”
“But Tanya … I did not realize they were THAT short,” she protested.
“I want to see exactly what you are wearing,” I said. “Show me.”
My mother looked nervous. “I don’t think this is right Tanya. I think what I am wearing is perfectly fine. “
I sighed and gave my mother a serious look. I wasn’t in the mood for any of her shit after such a long day. “Mother, I’m not going to ask again,“ I said. “Show me what you are wearing.“
She bit her lower lip and then peeled off her tight, red nylon shorts. Then she turned around, exposing the red thong she was wearing underneath, which was wedged neatly in between the two cheeks of her firm, ripe ass.
“This is very, very naughty mother … you will need to be punished appropriately for dressing like this … now take off your shirt and that scandalous thong.”
My mother started to protest, but I shot her a dirty look again and she relented, peeling the thong off and taking off her shirt. Her breasts jiggled.
“Come over here and lie down on my lap,” I commanded. “I need to teach you a lesson.”
My mother looked scared, but she did as I told. As she lied over me, her flat belly pressed against my skirt and I felt myself starting to get wet. And then, without warning, I brought down my hand against her bare ass and she yelped.
“If you are going to dress like a slut, then you will be treated like one … do you understand?” I asked, bringing down my hand again - this time on the other cheek.
My mother moaned, but didn’t respond, which only made me angrier. I grabbed one of her tits, which were hanging lewdly over the arm of my chair. I massaged one of her nipples and then brought my hand down again on her ass, turning it red.
“Do you understand mother?” I urged.
My mother whines “yes Tanya … please.”
That pleased me and I began to massage the red away from my mother’s ass, soothing her. She was breathing heavily. “Now mother,” I said, running my hands into the crack of her ass. “Tell me that you are my slut. I want to hear it coming from your mouth, to make sure you understand this. Because you must be mine completely, you must not continue to hesitate when I tell you what to do.”
My mother whimpered and grinded her belly against my me. It was clear to me that she didn’t want to answer and I raised my hand where she could see it, ready to bring it down on her ass again, but even harder than before.
My mother whimpered and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. “I understand,” she finally said. “I am your slut Tanya and will do as told.”
I brought my hand down, but didn’t spank her … just rubbed her ass and told her that was what I wanted to here. Then I told her to get up, and when she did, I advised her to get to her knees, on the floor.
Once she was down there, looking up at me, I took one of her breasts and began massaging it and then advised her to take off my skirt. I had had such a long day and needed some servicing.
My mother looked up at me and I lifted up my ass as she took off my skirt. I told her to take off my panties as well, and she did, exposing my trimmed pussy. She sighed when she saw it.
Without saying anything, I took my mothers head and pressed it in between my legs until it was nestled firmly there. She was bent over now and her ass was sticking out up into the air.
“Now eat,” I said … “Bring your mistress to orgasm and prove that you can be a good slut.”
My mother began lapping softly at my lips and I held her head, stroking her hair and cooing words of encouragement to her. She lost some of her embarrassment and began to dart her tongue into me and it felt so wonderful. I grabbed hold of her hair and my legs clenched her head like a vice. Like a good slut, she kept licking, her head buried into my pussy. I was pleased.
I unbuttoned my blouse and began massaging my tits and moaning as my mother kept working on my pussy. She was using a finger on my clit now and licking me at the same time, driving me wild.
“Oh … oh mother … keep licking … that’s it … show me what a good slut you are,” I cooed.
And my mother showed. She was clearly enjoying herself now, moaning herself and licking not just my pussy, but occasionally letting her tongue linger further down at my asshole. Mmmm, it felt so good that I finally cried out and came, raising my ass off the chair. Tears were welling up in my eyes - my orgasm had been so intense.
Stroking my mother’s neck, I made a gesture, signaling her to get up. Then, clad just in my thigh high pantyhose and unbuttoned blouse, with my breasts sticking out of the top of my bra, I took my mother’s hand.
“Let’s go to the bedroom, slut.” I said.
My mother nodded her head and she turned her back and began walking up the chair. I couldn’t help but pinch one of my nipples as I followed her up the stairs, and I gave her firm ass a swat to get her moving.
My mother entered my bedroom, which still had some of my things in it even though I had moved out a few years ago. I told her to lie down on the bed. She did so, and I took off my blouse completely, as well as my bra, so I was just in my thigh highs standing over her.
I licked my lips and crouched down over her, kissing her lips and running my hands over her belly, teasing her. Oh, god, my mother looked so hot lying down on the bed and heaving with lust. I kissed her neck and she moaned, “Oh Tanya … Oh … make me your slut … please.”
