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 Fitting Punishment Three

   Mother and I met over breakfast, I was mulling over the events of the
previous two days.  Each day was surreal, I had acted out fantasies and
Mother had never made any attempt to control or stop my bad behavior, in
fact she seemed to enjoy it.  I had formed the opinion that Mother, wanted
me to replace Father, as her lover.  But more importantly she wanted me to
dominate her, that seemed certainly true.  I needed to test my theory and
though I had vowed not to see her naked until after the funeral, my resolve
had weakened, would she bare her tits for me now?  "Mother." She was
standing close to the sink, wearing a pink silk dressing gown with a red
rose pattern.  She quickly turned to face me, the material of her silky
robe flapped open, showing her trim thighs and a hint of cleavage.  "Are
you wearing anything under that ." I said pointing at her.  "Yes dear, a
little night dress." "Go and take it off, and come back with just the gown
on." "Oh and sit here," I said indicating a chair to my side.  Mother
dutifully left the kitchen and soon returned.

   Seating herself beside me.

   "Mother, is it true that I can do anything to you?"

   "Yes." her voice was clear as a bell, yet quiet, clearly submissive.

   "Would you do anything for me," she nodded and said yes quietly.

   I considered my options.

   "Open the top of your dressing gown." I watched in absolute awe and
reverence as she opened her top and turned to face me.  Her lovely tits,
the tits I had dreamed of so often, were displayed and at my disposal.

   "Your tits are quite wonderful Mother." My Mother gulped and nodded in
agreement.

   "Oh Mother you must know I want to touch you, I want desperately to
enjoy your body, but I vowed, I would not until tomorrow night."

   Mother gasped as I spoke.

   "What are you doing this morning?"

   "I was planning a restful bath and then wash my hair."

   "Alright, make sure you leave your bedroom door, and the bathroom door
open, I may wish to watch you, when I please."

   Mother stood to leave, "Do you ever play with your tits?"

   I watched her swallow hard.  "Sometimes." A very quiet answer from her.

   "When?"

   "When your Father, would be at work, and you would be at school, I would
sometimes please myself."

   "You mean like wanking." I had never seen my Mother blush, but her
cheeks now had more colour.  Our eyes locked and she nodded, I watched as
she lowered her gaze to her tits and I assume thinking she was doing what I
wanted.  Her hands rose to her tits and they danced over them barley
touching her skin then as I watched her she began to tease her own nipples,
and then she started to cup and squeeze her tits, quite roughly.  Standing
in front of me, she gradually inched her feet further apart, her gown
opened, and for the first time I got a glimpse of her lightly coloured
bush. She kept toying with her tits, and both of us were getting highly
aroused.

   "Do you want to cum Mother?" "mmm." Was all the reply, it wasn't good
enough I wanted her to let me know she was horny.

   "Do you want to cum Mother"!

   I was emphatic, my voice raised almost in anger, but I got a reply.

   "Yes."

   "You know from now on, you can only cum, when I say so." "Don't you."
"Yes." Was just a whimper, uttered from her lips but she locked her eyes
with mine, and nodded her head.

   "Go to your room and make yourself cum."

   Mother looked back at me disappointed, as she made her way to her room.
   end of part 3