Taking a deep breath, you come to your senses before your mother does, her body still racking with orgasm and her breaths coming in ragged panting huffs as she comes back to reality. You roll off your mother and look at the sobering slut before you; your mother, your fuck slave.
Her pussy is red with your last pounding, a thick, milky load flows from her gash, flowing down over her fluttering back door while her body still twitches. Her lush breasts are still heaving and tinged pink; her heart is pounding so hard in her chest that you see her dusky pink nipples jiggle with every beat. Her lightly tanned skin, devoid of tan lines, is covered in a sheen of sweat, her long dark lies plastered to her skin in loose strands. Her eyes are hazy with lust and orgasm, and they course over your body, her pink tongue separating her lips, wetting them.
Looking quickly around the room, you spot a glass with something clear in it; undoubtedly it's day-old vodka instead of water. You snatch it from the night stand and put it at your new slave's cunt, cupping the puffy mound except space to get your fingers into her clit.
"Hey, what the..." your mother says out of reflex. You cut her off with a stiff pinch of her clit and she screams into the empty house.
"I'm sorry, what was that, slut?" you say, changing the touches to soft little strokes. Her pussy pushes more of the cum out of her snatch and into the glass, and you watch the thick creampie pool in the glass with the alcohol. The more you play, the more she moans, the more of your cum, your father's cum, and her ample juices flow into the glass in a steady, but growing, trickle.
"Ooooh, I'm very sensitive, Sir," your slave purrs, trying not to move, but her hips involuntarily arch away from you.
"Shut up, Slut. You're going to cum," I respond. She can only shake her head and she spreads her legs wider, arching her pussy closer. "You really are a slut, aren't you," you say, more of a statement than a question.
"Ye...yes...sir..." your slave pants out, the pitch of her voice getting higher. Her voice comes in little gasps, and they are speeding up to match the speed of your finger on her tortured bud.
"Then you're going to drink this glass. It will be the last bit of booze you ever drink, you hear me, you fucking slut. You hear me?"
"Yes....ooooooh....sir...."
"If I ever catch you drinking, you're going to fuck your cunt with the bottle, and not the skinny end either. You understand?" You feel her pussy start to twitch under your fingers and the glass has a steady pulsing stream of cream pie and cunt juice flowing into it.
"Oh fuck, baby.....AHHHH!" she screams. She comes hard; you gave her a corrective twist of her clit for not addressing you as sir and her pussy explodes. Her hips are arched off the bed and her pussy juice splatters into the cup, joining the rest of the fluid.
Not giving her time to recover, you pull the glass away from her and sit her up.
"Drink it slave," you demand. She takes the glass from your out-stretched hand and takes it without any hesitation.
"Thank you, sir," she says as she set the glass down on the night stand, empty save for a milky-white trail where the cum poured from it.
"You're welcome," you say in a moment of weakness. The full conversion of your mother to sex slave hasn't quite grabbed hold in your mind yet, and if you're not careful, that could cause problems. The twinkle in her eye tells you she caught it, too.
You reach down and pinch her nipple, hard, hard enough you almost think you'll pinch it off.
"Don't get any ideas, whore. Just because my filthy incestuous mother became her son's sex slave doesn't mean there's any hope of that ever changing or me going soft on you. Do you understand that, slave?"
"Yes, sir," she says, her eyes dropping.
"Stand up, get cleaned up. You have a house to clean, slave. Dishes to do. Clothes to wash. Get your filthy cunt clean first. Don't forget to wash your ass and brush your teeth either. When you get out, you will wear what I put out for you to wear; nothing more, nothing less."
"Yes, sir!" she says happily, a twinge of excitement flashing across her face. Her nipples seemed to get softer, the aerolea around them crinkling as they got longer and stiffer. You watch her ass sway as she goes to the master bathroom, the faint pink hand prints from her spankings still glowing on the golden-tanned globe.
"Now then...what to have her wear...." you say to yourself. "Afterall...the girls and Dad will be home in about three hours, and I haven't explained this to any of them yet..." |