My mother is an amazing woman. She raised me and my sister by herself and gave us a great childhood. The care and compassion she has shown us over the years is something that I could never pay back, but...
She does have one flaw. Men.
As long as I can remember she has entertained horrible men. They use her, treat her like shit and eventually leave. Not once has she let it affect us, always keeping them away from us as much as she could. To her credit none of them treated my sister or I poorly, but that's only because they didn't care about us as all. She was either a hole or a wallet to them and we were just her baggage.
All they had to do was ask her out and she would give them a shot.
Who wouldn't ask her out! At 38 she was a beautiful short haired blonde. Her tits were petite but her ass was incredible, along with her thighs and naturally big lips. Any guy would want to fuck her, me included.
I don't even understand it myself. How with all the guys she's dated has she not found one decent one. It's like the shit bags could smell her weakness. She's a soft-spoken submissive woman who should be taken care of, not disrespected and discarded.
That's why I'm going to make sure it changes. I'm 18 now, and having just graduated I've got all the time in the world to fix it. She's currently single, but if I wait too long she will undoubtedly get picked up by some other guy.
I've already put some things into action. I don't let her leave the house without me accompanying her and I take her out once a week on a little mother son date.
Of course I know that's not enough. I have to, I will make her mine.
Now that my sister has left for college there is nothing stopping me.
***
The door opened and my mother walked in. She made a nurse's uniform look so good, and so small. She slipped off her sketchers and set her purse down on the kitchen table.
"I'm home sweetie." Was all she could say before I stood in front of her and grabbed her ass.
I watched the confusion and fear appear in her eyes before I lifted her up and over my shoulder.
I had slowly been eating away at her personal space, going out of my way to man-handle her regularly.
I began walking up the stairs,"there's no need for you to carry me to my room!" She said it in her loudest voice which wasn't that loud for a woman who never raised her voice.
I stopped midway up the staircase, "it's Friday correct?" I remained silent until she answered. Forcing her to answer my question. Follow my commands was just another thing I had been subtly been drilling into her.
" Yes", her voice returning to a normal soft one.
" And what does that mean?"
" Date night."
I resumed carrying her to the bedroom. I hadn't responded to her initial statement at all, but that didn't matter. All I needed to do was remind her who's in control and she knew it consciously or unconsciously.
Laying her down on the bed I stood between her legs that hung over the edge. I leaned over her and pinned her arms down by her sides. "I bought you something special. It's in the bathroom. You'll shower and change into it." Leaning further down I gave her a peck on the lips and released her. "I'll change and be out here waiting for you." I quickly left, giving her no time to think or question anything.
Though I had been subtly conditioning her for weeks I was going to be pushing everything to the extreme tonight. I can't give her time to question anything.
When I heard the bathroom door shut I waited a minute and knocked on the door, "I might as well grab your dirty clothes while I'm here."
"That's not-"
"Nope, you know I won't let you do any chores on date night. It will just make it easier on me if I grab them now." I cracked open the door and stuck an arm in, "hand them over."
"Oh fine, you're always so serious when it comes to date night."
Moments later my hand was full of my mother's used nurse uniform. I shut the door and went to my room to change. When I was younger I would have savored anything my mom wore, but now my sights were in a bigger fish.
Now she has no choice but to put on the dress.
I sat there waiting to take in the sight of my mother in a slutty dress.
She took her time bathing, I was glad she was shaving for me, even unknowingly. She probably thought we were going out and she doesn't know what the clothes look like yet so she has to be prepared to show off her legs. If only she had known how much she would be showing.
***
The door cracked open unsteadily. "I think there has been a mistake, this isn't the right size. I definitely can't go out in this."
She was right off course, it was a size too small and showed off so much I would never let her wear it out. The back was completely open and didn't cover anything until just above her ass. The skirt part of the dress was short already, but being a size too small made it show off even more.
"Don't worry, we're having our date here so no one will be seeing you but me."
"Still, even if I'm okay wearing it around the house. You didn't leave me any under-" I grabbed her hand and pulled her along not letting her finish.
"Come on, I put a lot of effort into the food and I would hate for it to get cold." We made our way downstairs and to the dining room. I sat her down and pushed the chair in.
It was true that I had put effort into the food and it was clear from the quality and presentation of it. That's why I knew she would just let herself get carried away and didn't insist that she needed to put underwear on.
I poured her, and I a glass of wine. She wasn't a drinker which is why she would end up getting too drunk. Normally she probably wouldn't drink any, but right now she was sitting across from her son in a slutty dress with no panties. She was bound to be uncomfortable, and I had given her the best solution. That along with us being at home she didn't have to worry about making a fool of herself in public.
She downed the glass and I happily refilled it. "This all feels a bit much."
"I thought you might say that that's why I chose to do it here, so you could be more comfortable." I smiled as she chugged some more wine and we began eating.
" You've been so considerate lately. You've really grown into a dashing young man. You'll make a lucky woman very happy."
Considerate? Are you kidding me? I've been manipulating her for over a month! This is exactly why I need to make her mine so I can protect her.
I raised my glass in her direction, " I intend to. It's all thanks to you mom."
She smiled and we continued our meal. I diligently made sure her glass was always topped off.
***
We had finished eating and she was pretty drunk. Perfect. "Let's dance!" I stood up and walked over to her. She stood up on her own but started to lose her balance. I reached down, placing my hand on her hip right above her ass.
"Oh no, I must have drank more than I thought." She put her hand to her head.
" Don't worry about it, that's why you dance with a partner anyways. I've got you." I walked her to the kitchen and pressed play on the TV remote. A song began to play and I pulled her close.
We rocked back and forth, my hands on her ass and hers around my neck. She was only getting more drunk.
"Mom, your so beautiful"
