My father died when I was 18. My mother had me when she was 17, so she was only 35. The insurance and investments insured that mom would not have to work.
Mom is pretty, with a slim body, a nice pair of tits, and a cute ass. She has shoulder length auburn hair and blue eyes. She became listless, not going out, not getting dressed, barely eating anything. I waited two weeks after the funeral before making my decision. I was going to have to, somehow, bring life back to Mom.
I started the next morning with coffee in bed. I told her to drink some coffee than get up and take a shower that we were going out to breakfast. She looked at me for a moment, took a sip of her coffee, and then said, "Ok dear."
I waited downstairs while she got ready. When she came down she was wearing a dark grey skirt that came below her knees, and a white blouse.
"Mom, it's a beautiful day, don't you have something more casual to wear?"
"I have shorts, or I also have a sundress."
"Great, wear the sundress."
"Ok dear."
That was the second time she did what I wanted without hesitation. I remember my father was always in charge and began to wonder about their relationship.
When she came back downstairs she looked wonderful. I decided to try an experiment.
"Mom, lift the hem of your dress higher, I want to see if it looks better shorter."
"Ok dear."
She took hold of the dress at her hips and raised it about 2" above her knees.
I looked at her and said, "Higher."
She didn't say anything just raised it another 2". The hem was now at midthigh.
"That looks much better; we'll have to get you some new clothes tomorrow."
I opened the door and held it for her. Still holding her dress up, she walked out to the car. I held the door open as she got in, letting me see she was wearing pretty lace trimmed white panties.
As we rode to the restaurant, her dress was still at mid thigh, I decided we had to talk.
"Mom, you seem to be in a very agreeable mood tonight."
"Yes dear, your father trained me well."
"My father trained you well? What do you mean?"
"I thought you knew. Your father and I had a special relationship. I have "special needs" that your father understood and approved. He was the Master and I was the submissive. He controlled my every move. Now that your father is gone, you are my Master. Unless you don't want to be, in which case I will have to find another Master."
I had dark thoughts of my mother looking for a new Master, and who she might find.
"I am your Master. In private you will address me as Sir. In public, you will address me as Dear. Understood?"
Her face lite up, and with a smile, she said, "Yes Dear."
"How did my father control you? Did you have general rules for everyday? Did you have to ask him what to eat, what to wear?"
"I had guidelines I had to follow. When you were not home I had to be nude at all times. If we had company, he would tell me what to wear depending on who the company was. There are a few close friends that I would stay nude if they visited. If he thought it was safe, he would often expose me in public. He shared me with two close friends that are single. When we went on vacation, I would wear as little as possible at all times."
"He enjoyed exposing you and sharing you with other guys?"
"He only shared me with close friends and he only exposed me when we were on vacation."
