Title: Right Old Bastard Keywords: mc, mF, teen, mat, cheat, mdom, inc, mom, son Author: Caesar Summary: Discovering his late grandfather had some kind of control over his mother, he must decide what to do with this power. There was a young lady from Spain Whose face was exceedingly plain, But her cunt had a pucker That made the men fuck her, Again, and again, and again. Right Old Bastard by Caesar, copyright 2005 $Revision: 1.4 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ Grandfather was a right old bastard! There isn't a person alive, or dead for that matter, that would argue that statement. Especially in my own family! Grandmother and mom seemed down right scared of him - even shivering when his name came up... unwilling to discuss even the most innocent of things about the old man... and this years after his death. It was all a mystery of course - no one wanting to discuss the evils that the old man had probably forced upon his family, friends and innocent bystanders. What these evils where I would not venture to guess. That's right, no one will talk about it - especially mom and grandma. Whatever it had been, I did not doubt that they endured the brunt of his warped actions. And he had to have been evil right? The old army locker used to be painted green but had seen too many years being tossed around so the gray metal beneath was showing. Grandma had finally sold the home she had lived in for decades and was planning on moving in with mom, dad, and I - and in so doing, needed to be rid of 'stuff'. As the only male grandchild, I received grandpa's 'stuff'. This included this army locker, hunting and fishing equipment and boxes of old smelly wool clothing. This box had caught my eye because it was locked and grandma had no idea where the key was and said it had probably not been opened since before grandpa died. Neither mother nor grandma had the resolve to force this box open was my guess, still terrified of the old bastard. Neither did they seem to show the least bit of interest in it. The lock took only an hour and two saw blades, as it was old and rusted, to cut through. The lid opened reluctantly to review a messy pile of old yellowed papers, pictures and small books. My first reaction was disappointment - I had hopped for something like old German Nazi war 'stuff' or something valuable that I could sell. Grandpa had fought in Italy during the Second World War. I shifted through the pile and found some sheer silk balled up fabric which when pulled from beneath a stack of papers and books opened to reveal a single woman's stocking. That peaked my interest. I dug into the papers with more interest, finding at least a dozen panties of varying sizes and colours and three more single stockings. I could not keep the smirk from my face - grandpa was a horny old bugger it seemed. It hit me then that I knew so little about him - my only memory was of a cranky old man who held no patience for me. Exhausting my search for ladies underwear, I settled down to read a few sheets of the loose papers. Many were unintelligible - the ink having run and the paper yellow and practically disintegrating. A few were readable and from what I could tell, most fell into one of two categories: 1) steamy love letters or 2) sexy diary entries. All were from numerous ladies. As interesting as those writings were, I dug out the final items within the metal box - old photographs. Dozens of pictures of girls, young and old, thin and fat - all smiling at the photo, dressed in what had to have been their Sunday best back then. The photos were obviously from as early as the fifties to eighties. One was even of grandma from decades before, standing in a field holding her purse in both hands before her. Only one other photo caught my eye, and I had to look carefully before I could be sure - but it was mother when she was in her early or middle teens standing before a whitewashed outdoor wall, her hair large and her clothing obviously from before my time - early eighties most probably. "Darren you in there?" Mom stuck her head into the door of the garage, where I was dissecting the 'stuff' I got from grandma. Having seen me, "Its nearly supper honey, why don't you go wash up?" I nodded absentmindedly and held up her photo, "Look at this mom." Stepping further into the room mom takes the picture and looks at it a second before she obviously realizes who is on it. Her face melts into a distant smile as she stares at the young girl she once was - the girl that she barely resembles any longer. Then she hands it back to me and the moment is gone. Just as mom started for the door back into the house I noticed the yellowed back side of the photo was facing side up and a short phrase was written in ink upon it, 'jack falls up the mountain'. "Whats this?" It was not a question that I intended to say out loud, more a verbal stream of thought. Mom heard it though and returned to stand before me again. "What is it honey?" "This mom, 'jack falls up the mountain'." I held it out to her to see. She starred right at it without blinking. The first seconds was nothing - but when she still had not moved nearly fifteen more seconds after showing her the back of the photo I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, something was wrong. "Mom?" Still she did not move. Tentatively I reached out and gently touched her upper arm, "Answer me mom?" Almost robotically she replied immediately, "I am at your command?" 'Command'? "Are you feeling okay mom? You're acting weird." Still not moving. "I feel well." I could smell supper through the open door. "Is dad home mom?" I had thought to shout for his help. "He will return after eight o'clock this evening." So it was just the two of us for supper again. Still she had not moved so I starred at the back and front of the photograph without a clue of what was going on. I changed strategies and went fishing, "Are you in some kind of trance or coma mom?" "I am awaiting your command." "My 'command'?" "Yes." I stepped to the side and still mother had not moved, her eyes starring at where the photo had been a moment before. Carefully I stepped around her. "What kind of 'command' are you waiting for mom?" "Your command." This had to be some kind of big joke right? "Like crawl on your hands and knees mom?" It was not a serious question. To my astonishment, "As you wish." Mother dropped to the cold cement floor, to her knees and hands and began to slowly circle around me. Her face was now starring at some invisible point before her as she moved. This was getting really fucking weird! "Stand up mom!" Just her movement shocked me, but it also caused me to become very afraid for her. She stood quickly, the bottoms of her hands and her nylon covered knees soiled from the dirty floor. "You will do anything I tell you?" "As you command." The shock was wearing off and again my eyes drifted to that photo in my hand, at the words on the back. "Will you return to normal soon mom?" "As you wish." Fuck, I was hoping for an easier answer. Since she was in this state, I figured the only way to get her out of it was to ask questions so that I may better understand what was going on. "What is your name mom?" "Cheryl Lynn Baker." 'Baker' was her maiden name - did that mean anything? "How old are you?" "Forty two years old." That picture again caught my eye. "Did grandpa control you mom?" "Yes." "How old were you when it started?" "Twelve." A cold fist clenched my heart. "Did you have sex with grandpa mom?" "Yes." It was the answer I feared - after seeing all those steamy love letters, the photos and even the underwear. Mom had to have been scared of the old bastard for a reason right? "Is that why he controlled you mom, so he could have sex with you?" Silence - which surprised me. "Did he ever command you to do other things besides sexual?" "Yes." This line of questioning had gone on a weird tangent. The old bastard had sex with his own daughter! Not only that, but somehow he had figured out how to control her - probably with this phrase on the back of the photo. "When you are told to do something, will it only work while you are in this 'command mode'?" "No." "It will work forever?" "As long as you command." Wow, this was fucking weird. "What was the last command grandpa gave you?" "That I would not enjoy sex with any man unless it was with him." Shit, what a fucking mean thing to do. This probably explains why my parents were married, lived in the same home but rarely said two words to the other or ever showed affection. "He died five years ago mom." Silence. I guess the commands do last forever. "Had anyone else commanded you besides grandpa?" "No." "Do you know if he commanded others?" "Yes." "Were there many?" I looked over at the strewn open army foot locker and the piled up photos next to it. "Yes." Grandma's photo was in that pile. I rushed over and quickly found it - there on the back was another odd phrase. Grandma was also under the influence of whatever power grandpa had discovered. Before me stood my frozen mother, her eyes staring off onto a dot on the unfinished garage wall. She was wearing her normal teacher attire after getting home from work, skirt and hose, blouse and those ugly slippers she wore around the house. "No one else knows about this ability mom?" "No." "And you can't tell anyone else can you?" "Only at your command." Here was something that was given to me that gave command over a host of women - many probably dead or never to be found. What would I do with a couple dozen women that did every request I asked? Well, as a fifteen year old teenager I will let you take a guess what my first thought was about. Yet I was feeling silly, almost giddy at the possibilities, "Stand on one foot mom." She brought up one of her small slipper covered feet and placed it behind the knee of the other leg. Though a little unsteady, she was only-just able to stand balanced as commanded. "Can I reverse a command that grandpa gave you mom?" "As you command." "I want you to again enjoy sex again, okay mom?" I did this out of generosity, not because I wanted to interfere into my mom and dad's sex life. Silence. "You and dad will start having fun in bed again." That was the closest I could come to telling my mom to fuck my dad and to enjoy it. I could not fathom living with a wife that never seemed to enjoy sex - hell, 'sex' seemed to the most important thing in my young virginal life this last year. "What was something else that grandpa commanded before he died?" "That mother and I must mourn his passing at the anniversary of his death each year." I did not understand, "Mourn him how mom?" "We must have sex from sunrise to sunset." That shocked me. "You and grandma have had sex?" Lesbian sex? "Yes." Mother's calf was starting to quiver so I order her to switch legs. "And you enjoyed it mom?" "As I was commanded." Grandpa had only commanded her not to enjoy sex with another man after all. I shook my head like a dog but it did not help to make sense of this crazy situation. "You did not like sex with dad, but you liked to do it with grandma?" "Yes." As commanded evidently. "Tonight you will have sex with dad and enjoy it right mom?" "As you command." I looked down at that phrase and reluctantly mumbled, 'jack falls up the mountain'. Mom blinked several times, lowered her raised foot, and then turned to me with an odd expression on her face. "You found it." It wasn't a question and it was obvious what 'it' was. Not having thought of it, a part of me had imagined that mother would not remember what had happened while in her trance. A nod from me was the only response. Mom lowered her eyes and asked softly, "Please keep it safe honey? I had thought it lost and feared who may have found it." She probably had hopped it was long destroyed years ago, I should think! The desire to make amends to my parent, if only for delving into her secrets - things that no child should be party of with his parent - caused me to consider ripping the photo into pieces. "I will do as you commanded honey, but please understand that your father and I...", she did not finish. "What is it mom, what about dad and you?" "Things may not be able to be 'fixed' in my marriage honey and I don't want you to get your hopes up." Mother and I strode together back into our home, two photos now in my hand. "You remember everything when your are zoned out mom?" "Only if I am not told to forget it." We ended up in the kitchen, left over roast beef set on the table. I sat down and mom brought over the gravy and then sat across from me - all done after washing her hands and knees with a washcloth from the sink. For the first time since initially coming out of her trance she looked at me openly. Obviously, we were going to have a frank discussion. "Grandpa forced you to do terrible things didn't he mom?" She nodded, "Sometimes yes." That was a shiver I saw roll across her shoulders - did I not say that mom was still scared of her father, dead these last five years? "Did he hurt you mom?" "He often liked to spank me." Her face was turning red in probable shame. "Grandpa ordered you to never like sex?" She nodded negatively at that question, "Oh, he liked for me to enjoy sex most of the time. It was only just before he died that he gave me that last command." And he did it only to be mean, I should think. What a fucking bastard! A cavalier thought came to me at that moment, "I could undo the damage mom?" She frowned slightly, "What do you mean Darren?" "I could order you to forget all your bad memories and I could even order you to like sex again." She stood suddenly, taking her barely touched plate to the counter. "Not all the memories were bad Darren." And the order to like sex again? After a few moments of awkward silence I apologized, "I'm sorry mom - I never intended to say that phrase." She just stole an odd look at me before starting to make a plate of food for dad for when he got home late tonight. With her back facing me, it gave me the chance to notice how my middle aged mother looked. Here was a woman that had lived a life that I had not even considered, one that was done involuntarily by her own father. He was a bastard to do this to his own daughter. In that picture she looked so young, so tiny, so innocent. Now, she was a rather plain softly padded woman. Of course she was my mother and I loved her terribly and it mattered not how she looked. Yet she was much more than I had ever considered - her life much different that I would have guessed. Standing there before me was a woman and not just my parent - and to me she is nothing less than beautiful. "'Jack falls up the mountain'". Mother froze with the fridge door open. "Close the door mom and come sit back down at the table." I realized I was getting used to her robotic movements when under the influence. She did as I had instructed, starring into the middle of my chest. "Will you have sex with dad tonight mom?" "If he is willing, yes." "Will you enjoy it?" "I do as commanded." A sigh escaped my lips. "And if I had not commanded you to enjoy it - would you?" "No." Too quick an answer. "Why not?" "Sex scares me." That surprised me. Still being a virgin, I was knowledgeable enough to realize that there was not much to be scared about during sex. I was not sure how to continue that line of questioning so changed the subject. "What was your first thought when you awoke and realized I had found grandpa's command phrase mom?" "That you will be my new master." "Your 'master'?" Silence. "Do you mean you thought I would use this power", for a lack of a better word, "to have sex with you?" "Yes." I sat back in my chair and took a deep breath - it was the conclusion that I had not allowed myself to consider, at least with mom. "I could command you to do things with me couldn't I mom?" "As you command." "But you would not enjoy them unless I order you too?" "Yes." Strangely enough, her answer held not a small amount of disappointment. I tried not delve too deeply into why that was. This whole line of questioning was making me feel rather warm and nervous. Here we sat at the kitchen table talking about having sex together. This was my mom for shits sake! "Do you want me to order you to enjoy sex with me mom?" The question just sort of blurted out and I immediately told myself to scrub mother's memory of this one. "Yes." What? "Do you want me to order you to enjoy sex with dad mom?" "No." "Are you saying you want to have sex with me?" My voice cracked from the strain of the moment. "As you command." I was hating that fucking statement already. "'Jack falls up the mountain'". Mother immediately stood up from the chair and went to the counter and faced the sink, her arms crossed over her chest and as she began to sob. Her anguish broke my heart and I rushed to her to wrap my arms about her shoulders in an innocent hug. Mom tensed and I realized that she may have thought this was some kind of pass at her. I could do that now, I realized yet again, she had even admitted that she wanted me too... in an odd sort of way. "I'm a little confused mom, can you tell me outside your trance what this all means." Mom took a deep breath as one hand came up to grasp the outside of one of mine own. "I... I hardly know myself Darren." I should guess not, grandpa had control of most of her adult life! "Try mom! I'm starting to think you want me to turn you into some kind of sex slave or something?" Truth be told I had more questions than answers right at that moment. I felt a definite shudder run through mother's body at that statement. Mother slowly turned around within my arms so that we were facing each other. Being only fifteen, we are also the same height when she wore no heels. Her eyes were red and blurry with tears and her lower lip looked red where she bite it too hard. "Since your grandfather died I have been able to do a lot of thinking." She paused but I was not about to interrupt. Mother wrapped her arms around my waist. "When I was a teenager, I hated how your grandfather treated me - used me. But I knew no other life - was not allowed to date or meet anyone not approved by dad first. Then I married a man your grandfather chose, I was ordered to have a single child but father continued to use me without your father knowing. I was ordered to enjoy his touches while denying my husband." She took another deep breath. "Sex to me is being ordered to do something, perhaps something I don't even like or want, and even being ordered to enjoy. Your father can never be that person because he lacks something that you have in your possession." Her eye likes blinked and her pupils sparkled suggestively. It was the pause that I needed to ask, "I could give dad the photo and the phrase mom?" Mom held her breath for a second and then nodded negatively - denying me this suggestion. She wanted me to keep this a secret between us! "You want me to control you mom?" What I really meant was 'order you to fuck me'. God, I can not believe the path that lead us to be ended up in this place! Mother's head turned enough so our eyes locked. "When your grandfather controlled me, I lived a life of bliss - and loved what I was ordered to love - my body and my mind were well satisfied in all respects. It was between these times, when I had been given the luxury to think on my own that I understood and resented what he was doing to me." Her body turned towards me, my arms now holding her about the waist as hers rose to wrap about my neck. "It is the only pleasure", she means 'sexual' pleasure of course, "that I've ever known. And though I'm scared to death that you found the phrase I am looking forwards to the pleasure I know it could bring." Mom was searching my eyes, trying to read and perhaps anticipate this admission. There was no doubt, she wanted me to use this 'power' to control her, to turn her into some type of sex object for my personal gain. She had blatantly stated that she was anxious for when I ordered to her to gave sex with me - it being the only time in her life to enjoy such intimacy. To this fifteen year old virgin, hearing this was tantamount to the second coming! "'Jack falls up the mountain'". She froze, as I knew she would, looking up into my eyes, our arms about the other. "When was the last time you and dad had sex... make love mom?" Oddly, I felt less nervous about talking about sex with mother - perhaps it was because I now held all the cards. She had given me the power, not this simple phrase, as I was prepared to destroy or give it away. Mother had confided in me to use this power, to force the only pleasure she had ever known upon her. "Eighteen months ago." That shocked me, as a teenage boy who rarely stopped thinking about sex, marriage to me often meant a constant sexy fuck-partner. "Starting tonight, and once a week from now on you will offer dad sex. Anything he wants, as long as it is within the privacy of your room. My earlier commands on this topic are no longer valid. Okay mom?" I considered a more frequent occurrence, since once a week seemed incredibly harsh - but I guessed my parents were old and would not want to be sex demons. "As you command." Notice I did not order her to enjoy it? "Grandpa's restriction regarding your enjoying sex is now gone." Sex with men... I wonder if mom had had lesbian affairs since it was obvious that she was allowed to still enjoy that type of sex? "As you command." I looked deeply into her green eyes, as if for the first time, and liked what I saw. She was mine for the taking - and mother wanted me to use her, to bring pleasure back into her life. Can you phantom what this meant? "Mom you will remember nothing else until you come out of your trance." "I will remember nothing." Still frozen looking into my eyes I slide my hands up mother flanks and towards her front to grasp her large round soft breasts over her clothing. There was no mistaken the hard nipples thrusting through the fabric. Was mother excited? It was the first breasts I had ever touched and they were different and better than I had ever fantasized about. I wondered what other 'programming' grandpa had left within his innocent daughter - though my excitement was rising that that answer will need to wait for another day. The strain on the front of my jeans was near painful as I thrust it boldly into mother's crotch. She did not move. I could have her right now - any way I can imagine! She will enjoy it because I can order her to enjoy it... or would she enjoy it regardless if I gave her the order to do so? Mom had admitted to disliking sex - but I had heard more than that, I had heard that she needed and wanted sex, but had disliked having been forced to enjoy it. Sounds all very confusing right? What if I did not order mom to enjoy it - I believe she would anyways. Forcing my mother to have sex with me was a wild thought, very kinky. Having sex with my mother, willingly, was nothing less than amazing. There was little doubt that as I grow older I will find a girlfriend and then a wife, I would experience sex in different ways with each woman that I discover. Having sex with my mom had to be altogether different right? She was nearly triple my age, heavy set, wrinkles and wore boring old-woman clothing. Yet to have her anxiously and willingly enjoy sex with me was mind boggling. It was, simply put, an opportunity that I could not pass by! She was still in her 'command-mode' state I remembered. "Mom, I am not going to order you to have sex with me nor am I going to order you to enjoy it if we do." I may at another time though, I thought with malicious good nature. "You will not remember these commands but you will believe that I had ordered you to have sex with me and to enjoy it. Do you understand?" "As you command." "I do order you to keep anything that happens between us a secret." "As you wish." "You will love and protect me and our relationship will forever be your greatest treasure." Whatever that relationship entailed - I was beginning to treble in anticipation. "As you command." "I want you to tell me how you feel, to be honest with me at all times and never be scared of me." I remembered her negative response whenever grandpa's name came up. That was good for now - my body was trembling randomly in anticipation for what I had only dared fantasies about prior to this moment. And I had never imagined it like this, and with my own mom! My hands moved inwards from her deliciously inviting breasts and unbuttoned her flowered-patterned blouse to her navel. I wanted her to think we played while she was in her trance, and since she would not remember, she could fill in the blanks. Pulling aside the edges of her blouse, I opened it enough to see the front of her thick ugly white brassiere - the hard nipples thrusting through. With thumb and forefinger I roughly twisted and yanked on the nipple through the undergarment until mom would probably feel my finger prints still on her breasts when she awoke. I stepped back and removed my hands from her, hers falling to her side. "'Jack falls up the mountain'". Mother blinked rapidly several times before looking down at her exposed chest and then back at me. Her face started to turn red but her eyes sparked with a new inner blaze. "Kiss me mother." She swallowed nervously before taking that step forwards, wrapping her arms back round my neck, leaning in and pressing her moist full lips to my own. The kiss was gentle yet passionate - slowly building up in intensity. Within a single moment, it had already surpassed my most memorable make-out sessions with girls that I had gone out with. It left me breathing heavily and trembling frequently now. Mom pulled away enough so that our noses nearly touched but enough so that she could ask, "How would you like me honey?" Her face was completely flushed and I felt her trembling before me. "When does dad come home mom?" She blinked once and I knew that some of her excitement weaned off with the thought of my father. Evidently things were not well between them - will her having sex with him help or hurt their relationship? With a quick look at the clock above the sink, "In an hour and a half." "Not much time." Her eyes looked surprised and then quickly changed to excited. "No, not much time at all is there?" Again a kiss, but this time she thrust her body in against my own. She ground her covered crotch into my own, obviously enjoying the hardness pressing into her body. My hands went around her and grasped her large round ass possessively, roughly. It was soft, while firm, and oh so sweet! Mother was panting when I pulled away from her. I could bare speak from excitement, "My room mom?" Mom reluctantly stepped back and took one of my hands and slowly lead me deeper into the house, towards my room. I could see that she looked as excited as I, her whole body was vibrating! As soon as we stood amongst my organized mess of a room, mother started to roughly yank my clothing off like she was possessed. When finally my underwear dropped beneath my crotch she stopped and just starred at my hard teenage penis. Mother starred without blinking for a long while, almost as if she were again in a trance, while licking her lips hungrily. I had to look away, or I feared I may explode in orgasm even before being touched by this woman - she looked so sexy with my hard cock in the forefront of her face. Finally she looked up and asked in a very thick raspy voice, "May I suck you master?" 'Master'? I like. "Take your clothing off first mom." I would have enjoyed doing this myself, but my body was trembling like a leaf and I knew there would be many future times to enjoy such an action. Mom stood quickly, but carefully, back to a standing position. The clothing was practically torn from her body and was in no way an erotic striptease. Mother was getting naked, probably as anxious for sex as I. Hell, how many years since mother has had a man and enjoyed it - at least since grandpa died? Her nipples were dark pink and very wide and I loved how they hung low upon her chest. When her pussy came into view I starred in pure rapture - very thick but naturally, I think, sculptured into an inverted triangle. I fought a desire to drop to my knees and thrust my face into its mysterious depths! More time for that later! Her body was soft and curvy - a body built for pleasure rather than style or speed. Mother saw my glaring eyes, seemed to enjoy the audience to her mature nude body - she rushed forward to wrap me into her arms, her lips pressing into my own, her tongue shoving into my mouth. This time when she pressed her sex to my own, I could feet the warm scratchy bush upon the underside of my hard cock. I could feel her need and it fuelled my own virgin desires. Mother guided me back to the edge of the bed and shoved me gently down - I fell upon my ass and elbows, looking up at her wild-eyed hungry gaze. She advanced upon me anxiously and knelt on either side of my hips, her hand grasping and holding my hardness directly upwards. Numb from all emotion, I watched mother's body descend towards the pink head of my penis - a drop of my desire had already escaped from the tip and was sliding down my shaft in expectation. Just before I felt our joining, I saw the pink flowered wetness behind the thick dark bush of mother's sex. I watched as the head of my penis was easily devoured into that new void - the heat and wetness resembling nothing out of fantasy. Mother suddenly gasped, even as our bodies were fully joined, froze and then started to jerk and squeal. I lay still beneath her watching as my parent orgasmed upon my hard shaft. An amazing sight, a sight that I guessed nothing would ever be outdone for the rest of my years. Her sex was contracting, milking my cock as she thrashed above me - it was all it took to set me off as well. My cock jerked and shot again and again into the depths of mother's hot wet sex. Her squeal turned into a full scream as her head fell back onto her shoulders. How could the neighbours not hear her? Then it was over - mother collapsing upon my chest heavily. My cock, still inside that sloppy wetness relaxed, though not enough to fully soften. Had we both been so desperate for the other, or simply just for any kind of sex, that our joining had lasted less than a moment? Hell, you could not call that fucking - not a single stroke was obtained before release! Mother was mumbling into the side of my neck - her voluptuous soft flesh warm and slick to the touch - she kept saying, "... oh god...!" What we had just done blew my mind! My mom and I had just fucked. The woman that I had considered a cold distant person, yes who had cared and raised me, was a hot passionate fucking machine! I had not ordered her to want to have sex with me, though it was within my power and expected, I had not ordered her to even enjoy it. Yet it was obvious that she did enjoy it - it was obvious that years of forced celibacy had taken its toll, like a bottle of carbonated pop shook up before opening, it had exploded from her with a passion and need that I had never experienced in my short life. Gently I rolled her over enough to slip out from beneath mother. Her only response was to moan with loss when my still-hard penis slipped sloppily from her depths. With her laying upon my bed, on her stomach, one knee bent, her eyes closed and her mouth sucking air anxiously like a fish - I advanced. Kneeling over the straightened leg, I pressed my hardness towards where I thought it should go. The first try was embarrassing and I ended up slipping up into the grove of her full ass cheeks - finding them slippery with juices. Mother helped after that, arching her back and thrusting back her hips so that I saw that pinkness like a bulls-eye between her soft pale thighs. My cock kissed it gently before my arrow sunk deeply into her cunt. Mother came alive again, though without the intensity or rushed desperation of our earlier joining, and opened her eyes to look at me over her shoulder. Those green eyes were filled with love and lust and I knew she was not under any form of control right that moment, this was all natural and the fact of which turned me on immensely. Holding one hip, I watched myself move in and out of mother's hot wet cunt - a deliciously naughty and sexy sight. She was pressing back against me with precision but that lacked the desperation of earlier. This was fucking... now I can truly state that I am no longer a virgin. I felt triumphant as well as strangely empowered. Mewing sounds escaped from mother's lips and her green eyes looked at me over her shoulder with an indescribable state. Sloppy echo sounds escaped from where we were joined - a sound that I had never conjured up in my most descriptive of fantasies. And the smell! Something sweet and earthy, a scent that would forever cause me to remember it when I thought of this moment. The sounds coming from mother's mouth were more whimpers and gasps as she clawed at the top of my bed while pressing herself anxiously back. I watched the skin of her back, glistening in sweat, dance in a hypnotic rhythm. This was all mine - anytime - any way I could imagine! She said grandpa liked to spank her ass - I could tell why, it was so big and round while being white but oh so very delicious. I loved how it bounced and danced as each of our bodies clashed together. Mom did not look like a teenager, and would look ridicules if told her to dress like one of my peers, yet I found her intoxicating and oh so very sexy much to my bewilderment. And she was all mine! There would be blow jobs, spankings... and I would like to try tying her up, perhaps try tasting that place between her legs or even anal sex! Nothing was denied me sexually - the fact that it was with my own mother just heightened the pleasure. That grunting I heard was my own rising excitement - this was just all too fucking magnificent! Having already filled her cunt with my come, I pulled out at the right second and watched as I pumped and shot my seed all over mother's back and big white sexy ass and even a few drops into her thick head of hair. Then it was over and I was falling onto my side next to my sweaty exhausted looking mom. Our eyes met and a part of me wanted to keep the initiative at this moment - to exert my dominance over the woman that had controlled my very life from the moment of my conception. A hand slipped the short distance between us, the palm graping that large heavy sweaty breast possessively - she is mine, the message I wanted to convey. Mom giggled at that moment, a sound I had never heard nor thought to hear from her. She was again that little teenage girl, her father's toy, again in my eyes as well as her own. "I am glad you found that old picture from your grandfather Darren - I'm even happier that you decided to use it." Mom meant that I used it to fuck her! The open palm slipped down allowing the thumb and forefinger to take her still hard nipple and twist it gently. What would she say if I revealed the fact that I had not used my new found control over her to force her to have sex with me? She had succumb to me on her own, she had orgasmed earlier all on her own. All that I had done was recognize, and remove, the right old bastards barrier to her pleasure - her own desires then kicked in. There was something positively delicious in knowing that I had the power and chose not to use it, that mother had unwittingly submitted herself regardless. Mother then frowned and I thought I may have hurt her breast with my possessive touches. Instead she seemed to collect herself before asking demurely, "It was different with you honey... almost raw...?" She was questioning the fact that she had sex without the forced control of pleasure - and it had felt different to her in some way. "Did you enjoy it mom?" Her frown turned into a wide unrestricted smile, "I loved it honey!" There was no doubt in my mind that she meant it. And playfully she smirked, "You are just as bad as your horny old grandfather!" With a shock, I realized she was right! I am just like that right old bastard! --