Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an480997@anon.penet.fi (Orenthal) Date: Sat, 3 Feb 1996 08:28:52 UTC Subject: A Visit Home #1 (M/f, inc, cons, mother-son) A Visit Home #1 by Jim J. In retrospect it's clear that she was in the throes of depression. Hell, so was I. Things hadn't been stable for either of us in as long as we could remember. We just had different ways of dealing with things. By the age of 20 I had lost my lucidity and the personal sense of right and wrong that I had known in my youth. Clearly she had sunken as low. The following is a story Ioften look back on with a longing. As destructive as it proved to be for my mother and myself it was and remains some of the most exciting and erotic material my life has known. I experienced a power and control I can not ever know again. I've relived these memories over and over again and some of the details may simply be the filling in of a gap in actual recollection. With that in mind I begin my lurid tale. As I recall, that second day of my visit home, she was wearing a light pink nightgown. When I saw her for the first time in the morning she was standing in front of the rear sliding glass door looking out into her back yard. The sun shone in through the glass rendering her gown a translucent pink. It shone between her legs quite clearly revealing the silhouette of her ass. I walked into the room wearing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt; no shoes. My approach was silent. I stopped, seeing the translucence, and absorbed the sight momentarily. I struggled for a moment to see more clearly and was able to distinguish the pattern of pubic hair that stood out from her mound. My mind reeled with the pleasantness of the morning, sleepy delirium and the tingling thrill that the sight of my mother's partially revealed body gave me. She continued to look sullenly out across the yard, still unaware of my presence. At that precise moment I think I must have determined an agenda. It was dark, exiting and just below the surface of my conscious mind. I began to plan a seduction of my vulnerable mom. I would play it right so that I could get out if it wasn't working. I certainly never expected it to succeed. I crossed the ten feet or so separating us, watching her gown and figure lustfully as I did. She turned her head to me slowly. "Good morning" she said absently. I slipped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tight. "Good morning." I responded cheerfully then kissed her hard on the neck. Already I was behaving out of character and perhaps inappropriately but it was not quite forbidden. As I kissed her neck I smelled her light perfume and saw in the front the same translucence I had from the back. Her bra-less 40 year old B cup breasts projected perkily against the loose fabric of her gown and the sun worked it's early morning magic. I could see her perpetually erect nipples as clear as day in the pink sheen. Below, her frontal pubic hair was slightly visible. I was drunk with the sight. She smiled wanly and kissed me on the cheek. "You seem tired, are you ok?" I asked, still hugging her lightly with my arms wrapped around her waist. I could feel the smoothness of belly and the indentation her naval left there. "Yea I'm fine, I was just thinking of your father is all." My father had died in a car accident a little over a year earlier. For a moment I was shaken and didn't move. The tangible eros of the moment, the scent of her, and the glow of the morning light around us amidst beams marked out in floating dust pulled me back in. I slid my hands gently from her stomach then and placed them on her shoulders. I dug my fingers into her skin and began a firm massage. "Mmm, that feels good", she moaned. I felt her loosen and yield to me. "I'll tell you what. Why don't you come and lay down on the couch and I'll give you a good back rub. Come on." I directed her softly towards the living room. "That sounds nice. O.K. Thanks." She said. She moved slowly towards the room I had indicated. Things were really moving along but I still felt as though my game could be up at any time. As she walked I got the last glimpse of her naked body highlighted in the light and then it was gone, back into the pink of the fabric and the weak backlight of the electric bulbs. "Just lay down on your stomach there and I'll kneel down on the floor here.", I instructed. She mounted the couch in a kneeling position. I wondered what it would be like to see her up like that and naked for me. She lay down then and turned her head in toward the couch. "Is this all right?", she asked. "Perfect." I said and I meant it. Gravity pulled her gown down on her body showing the rise of her ass so nicely. I began to massage. My hands roamed her back and shoulders, stroking her, rubbing her, feeling her. After about 10 minutes I began to get more daring. My heart pounded out a solid and quick paced rhythm I could feel in my chest and hardened penis. As my hands began a lowering pattern beginning to caress the upper areas of her buttocks I swooned in an excitement that I could never have imagined. Though, she was still unaware of my intentions I was beginning to feel that I was getting somewhere; a place I never dreamed I would be allowed to go. It took only another minute to progress to her entire buttocks. I pressed into her muscle there. No squeezing or probing that would be considered more inappropriate. She seemed to like this because she gave no indication that she wanted me to stop or move away from that area. Where to go from there was a delicate matter. I decided to change approaches for the time being if only to broaden the spectrum of contact. This was to be a moment of truth, I had to confront her. "Hey Mom?", I whispered. "Why don't you slip your arms out of your robe and pull it down a little so I can rub your skin more? It keeps bunching up. O.K.?" My heart was beating like a fucking rabbit's. "Hm... O.K. Yea." She responded as if just woken. Much to my delight she began to push herself up a little and loosened the gown in front. In what appeared to be a little less than full reserve she slipped her arms out, one at a time and pulled it half way down her back revealing very little of her coveted chest in the process. As she lay back down, this time facing me with eyes closed peacefully, I began again. Her naked skin was smooth and warm. I pulled the gown further down until it reached her buttocks. My hands found areas on her sides that were softer, approaching her breasts, getting ever closer. Then one hand did it. Not a full grab mind you but an overt sweep of the side of a breast. My heart was going nuts but she didn't react. I began more frequent passes of the area and soon had the sides of her breasts as fair play. I had to move on again. "I'm going to give you a leg massage too.", I warned. "O.K.", she responded feebly, eyes still closed. I began down by her ankles and worked my way up, moving her gown up at the same time. After a few minutes I had her robe up close to her ass from the lower end. I new if I moved just right I would then be able to see her pussy but I didn't want it to be that obvious yet. I worked her legs like a true masseuse and finally looked up. There it was! The lighting wasn't that good but I could actually see my mother's pussy, up close and personal. She had a delicate mound of hair that I could see surrounding the slightly pouting vulva. It was beautiful, just as I would have fantasized it to be. Not too protruding and yet pouting enough to show a crease clearly building to her mostly obscured clitoral region. I moved up again, sacrificing my view but bent on making some contact. She had let it go this far and my mind had no more of it's pessimism left. Something was going to happen. My left hand began working the territory of her upper torso as my lower explored the buttocks massaging potential under the scrunched up gown. I felt her naked ass then in a much more caressing way than before. The stakes were rising exponentially and still her eyes were closed. I felt her sides again, touching her breasts then slipped my right hand down the crack of her ass. She moved her hips ever so slightly in that uniquely female way that indicates to all experienced men a degree of receptivity. She had showed her hand. I ran the leading two fingers of my right hand down her crack, parting it slightly as it went, toward her vagina. My left hand stopped exploring her and came to find her left breast. I slid it around it in a cupping fashion just as my right hand found her labia. She didn't resist at all though I did see a tightness around her eyes then as though she were trying to keep them shut against their will. I stroked her vaginal crease parting the labia gently. Just beneath the surface she was wet. Not moist, wet! With no further ado I dipped my two fingers into her. She arched slightly to receive. I pushed them in, soaking them in her juice and feeling her insides. Slick and warm. I began a gentle in out motion which she ever so slightly began to match. I squeezed her cupped breast now, feeling it's full girth and body. After a few good squeezes I found her nipple with my finger and thumb and grabbed onto it. She was breathing hard now and clenching her eyes closed. While pinched her nipple with my left hand my right thumb made contact with her anus. I rubbed her tiny hole, bringing up a little juice from her vagina to slicken the area and felt it give slightly to my prodding. God, I was working her now. There was no turning back, I had to fuck her. I released her nipple and began to work my own sweats off while manipulating her with the other hand. After a moment of awkward and tense struggling I was nude. I quickly made my move. I pulled my fingers gently from within her vagina and mounted her, leaving the nightgown scrunched up over her ass. I slipped quickly into a comfortable position with my legs on either side of hers and brought myself down to the point of contact with her pussy. I stopped for only the briefest moment before penetrating her to savor the moment then I pushed my penis into her. As I pushed in to full burial she moaned and pushed against me. I grabbed her breasts from either side then and began to fuck her. I squeezed and pinched her breasts now without hesitation and slid in and out of her with bold and forceful strokes. She heaved and pushed with me now. All at once she opened her eyes. I looked down on my mother then and let go just as she found orgasm. I emptied myself deep inside her then. In exhaustion I laid down on her keeping myself still inside her. Our eyes made contact then for the first time in our new relationship. A Visit Home #2 Since my Father had died and my brother and I had gone back to school my Mother's life had deteriorated. She let her friendships go and stopped being social in nearly all regards. So it was that after we had sex that first morning we spoke very little. After a short time I told her that I wanted to go workout at the club down the street and that I might try to catch up with some of my old high school buddies. She planned on getting some things done around the house. I said I'd be back probably after dinner some time and I'd see her then. I really wanted to get out for a while and try to figure out how I felt about what had happened. I had a late morning workout at the club, all the while thinking about what I had done. I felt kind of sick to my stomach now that my libido had been satiated. After exercising I caught up with my friend Paul. We hung around his house shooting the shit and watching t.v. until late afternoon. Around 5:00pm we hooked up with another of our friends, Chris, who was 21. Chris picked us up some beer and we went back to his apartment across town. We ordered a pizza and drank beer. I just wasn't myself until I had a couple of beers in me. By about 8:00pm I was a little buzzed and my conscience had digested along with the beer. I felt my libido return with a vengeance. By 8:30pm I couldn't stand it any longer. I left the guys, adding that I had to check in on my Mother, she hadn't been feeling well. It was a strange feeling at that moment when I admitted to myself that I was going home to have her again. The strangest and most exciting thing was that I new now that not only was it possible but that it was likely. How could she refuse me now? I got home around 9:00pm and my Mother was sitting on the couch I had taken her on earlier and watching TV She had obviously showered and changed since then. I think she was wearing green jeans and a yellow shirt. Seeing her brought it all back and in my buzzed state it excited the hell out of me. I could hardly even think of her the same way. Anyway, I had another plan. I wasn't ready to just come right out and say "hey Mom, let's have sex". Clearly I would have to be more subtle than that though no where near as sneaky as that morning. "Hi, I'm home." I said cheerful through my buzz. "Hi Jim. Did you see some of your old friends." She still sounded sort of out of it though now she was clearly feeling awkward. Her face looked both distracted and concerned. "Yea, I hung out with Chris and Paul for a while. I worked out too. My back is killing me." I said beginning my ploy. I went over to the love seat across from her and sat down with a thump and a grunt. "What'd you do all day?" She was avoiding eye contact with me, still with that concerned, even worried face. She was feeling how I had felt earlier. "Caught up on a few things around here, went grocery shopping. That's about it." I was really getting excited. She seemed so vulnerable and sexy and the truth was I truly did love her even though my passions had become so twisted. I could see myself taking her to the brink again, feeling her warm feminine body beneath me. "I'm going to jump in the hot-tub and soak my muscles. Why don't you go grab your suit and join me. I'm gonna put mine on right now." Sure I would have liked to have said let's go in nude but I didn't think she was ready to face the truth what had happened or what was still going on. Certainly, though, under the circumstances, she had to have known in the back of her mind where I was going with this. She hesitated, said nothing. "Come on" I said looking her briefly in the eyes, "I'm going to go change." I got up and started walking toward the stairs. "All right," she said, getting to her feet slowly. "I'll meet you out there." Yes! I couldn't wait to touch her again, to slip a finger into her, play with her... taste her. I took a piss then changed quickly and went out to the back porch where she had the hot- tub. I turned the tub lights on only. No overheads. The back porch was hidden from the neighbors by trees but the reduced light was more appealing, anyway. I hopped in wearing a pair of bathing trunks and started the water jets and bubbles. It really did feel great. A couple minutes later she came out in a purple design one- piece. I couldn't help but stare at her mound through the bathing suit. I had seen her down there and been inside of her. She inched into the hot water and took a seat across from me. The buzz just wouldn't let me wait for opportunities. As obvious as it was I faked restlessness in the water, floated around for one minute then moved in next to her. "Nice, huh?" I said. I had to break the tension. "Mmm. Very." She said. I put my arm around her and rubbed her back in a fumbling non-sober kind of way. She looked away from me in what I imagined was a sort of understanding shame. For the second time in one day she let me see her hand. She was going to let me do what I wanted but felt disgraced about it. I really don't think she wanted me sexually but when she turned herself over to the experience was able to get physical if not mental gratification from it. I grabbed her breasts. Nothing sneaky or smooth about it, I just slipped my arms around her and took them into my hands. She didn't really react, just looked away and yielded. I was out of my mind driven by alcohol. "Come up here", I said, pulling her up by her breasts a little onto my right leg. She had to straddle it, sitting with her back to me. I felt her mound on my leg and imagined her pussy beneath. She obeyed gracefully. We had been in the water together maybe five minutes and I was already busy pulling the straps of her suit off her shoulders and down over her breasts. This was the first time I had seen them well. Her breasts were mid B cups and only slightly sagging. Her nipples stood erect from the middle of light pink circles, not too big, not too small. I took one of them into my right hand and took hold of her nipple. I pulled at it and shook it gently, feeling and seeing her breast react. I moved my head around to her other side and took her other nipple into my mouth. I sucked on this nipple that had fed my as a baby, now a man taking pleasure in a new form. After a few moments of this pleasure I pushed on, bolder than ever. My right hand moved down over her still covered stomach and down to the joining of her thighs. I stroked the sot flesh of her inner thighs and began kissing her neck and feeling her left breast again. She was going with it more naturally now and had closed her eyes. My fingers found the edge of the fabric of her suit and pushed under. They slid across her hair and pubic mound and down to her clitoris. The change in texture was fantastic. Her hairless nub was smooth and soft and I stroked it gently. She rocked with me now and I let my fingers push deeper finding the gap leading in. Just at the entrance to her vagina she was excreting juice. I could feel it mixing with the water and escaping. My fingers plunged into her and she rose off my leg to facilitate a smoother entry. I felt with my finger tips the inner walls of her hole, slick with their own juice and soft beyond measure. I pushed against them, testing them, enjoying them. I pulled them out almost too quickly. I stopped all action for an awkward second fighting off the impending orgasm I was on the edge of. It passed; thank God. After a second I said, "hold on I'll be right back." I jumped out of the water trying to move as quickly as possible so she wouldn't have second thoughts. I ran down to the pool below, boner protruding and grabbed a rubber tanning raft she had down there. I came back up with the raft and laid it down with the end coming just into the hot-tub. My Mother was leaning back with her arms covering her breasts and her eyes closed. There was something so obscenely exciting about seeing her this way, bathing suit yanked down past her tits, covering herself, vulnerable and waiting. "Here, lay down on this." I stepped back in and took her arm leading her to the raft. "What?" She asked quietly. "You want me to lay down? What? Like, on my back?" I sat her down on the thing, legs hanging back over the edge and into the tub. "Yea, just lay back, O.K.?" She obeyed, keeping her arms wrapped around her breasts. "Yea, that's fine." I said while reaching up to her suit straps. She closed her eyes then and I peeled her suit down, over her stomach, past her hips. I felt like I was raping her. She lifted her butt to allow me to strip her fully then and she was revealed once more. I tossed the suit to the side and moved my face in between her hanging legs. I lifted them up over my shoulder and held them lightly by her lower thighs. I shoved my head then into her pussy and explored her fully with my tongue. I licked her lips and sucked on her clit. She tasted fine. When I looked up her head was to the side and her mouth was slightly open. She was getting off! I was eating out my Mother and she was getting off. It was unreal. I reached up and took one of her breasts and began to kneed it passionately while I lapped and sucked her cunt. I came dangerously close to blowing it again. She was probably getting there too because there was moving and groaning slightly. "Come down here again." This time I was commanding; I was going to take my due now. She slid back into the water with me. I wrapped my arms around her squeezed her ass, probed her and generally felt her naked body up while kissing her neck. She squirmed amiably now. "Here get up on this", I said, turning her away from me and helping her onto her knees on the second step getting into the tub. Her ass came out of the water in that position at a perfect height to fuck her Doggy style. She went into position naturally, bending at the waist and laying her arms and shoulders on the rim of the tub. Her tits hung over the edge dangling. I moved into position dropping my shorts. My Mom's ass propped up revealing all her charms as I had never dared to imagine her before. Her anus stared prominently back at me as I pushed myself into her vagina. She moved to receive and I started to drill her. I took her by the hips and blasted away, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. She was moaning when I wet my thumb and began to massage her anus. As I built towards orgasm I forced my thumb more and more toward penetration. Her breasts bounced wildly as I fucked into her. Then it was there the moment. I crossed the boundary and entered her ass. I thumb screwed her anus maybe twice before we erupted again together. A Visit Home #3 After the previous day's encounters with my mother I was really riding a high. I felt strangeand a bit guilty about what I had done but a lascivious and power hungering desire consumed me. It was as though all my normal wants and needs had taken on an erotic element. I found everything was stimulating me. It was too much to take with a sober mind. I began drinking steadily from the beginning of that day on. My first mixers I made right out of my mother's liquor cabinet. She made no objections as I chased a couple of shots of vodka with the morning orange juice and Captain Crunch. She seemed more withdrawn and sullen than ever, sitting at the table in her pink gown. Today she wore panties underneath; I could see their outline clearly as she stared dazedly over her cereal and out the sliding glass door. Her resignation and depression made her all the more desirable to me. It was sick, I know, but that power lust tingled throughout my entire body: gave me life. The shots cleared away the haze from the night before's consumption and depleted what little constraint I had left. I got up, leaving my dishes for her to deal with and went around behind her chair. She didn't look at me as I bent over to kiss her neck. She still had that smell I so strongly associated with her, my mother. While kissing her I parted her gown just below her breasts and took her left one out with my right hand. I cupped it and squeezed it gently as I kissed her whole neck. She didn't move. After a minute or so I stopped. She wasn't responding at all. I didn't want to fuck her like this. I wanted to feel the control over her body and mind I had before. I had to get out for a while. "I'm going out. I'll see you tonight", I said, grabbed the vodka and went for the door. "O.K." she responded sluggishly. I walked out the front and slammed it bad-temperly on my way out. I'd deal with this later. After a day of moderate drinking with Chris and Paul I was feeling utterly zonked. I crashed at Chris' for most of the evening sleeping on his couch. When it got be about midnight I felt like my stomach was on fire and my head had swollen and gained weight. No one was around, Chris had seemingly gone to bed and Paul must have gone home. I grabbed a slice of cold pizza and a beer from the fridge and took off. By the time I got back to my mother's house the beer had settled nicely and my buzz was back and happy. As I went in the house was dark except for one light in the kitchen. The dishes from the morning's cereal were still sitting on the table. In the middle of the table was a scribbled note: "Jim, I've gone to bed. Mom." My blood pressure began to rise. I had wanted to take her and the fact that she had gone to bed really aggravated me. I wondered for a moment what my Father would think of all this if he had still be alive. Ha! I gave a bitter snort and decided to just go to bed. On the way up the stairs to my room I changed my mind. I would indeed go to bed but tonight it would be in the master bedroom. I was going to take my due on the king size bed my parents had shared together for so many years. She was under the covers on the side of the bed closest to the nightstand that had always been hers. On the stand was a half drained bottle of Crown Royal whiskey. Since she was never much of a drinker I should have been worried for her. Under the circumstances, though, all I could think of was that she was out. I stooped over her and pulled back the covers from her body. She lay curled up on her side wearing a sleek white pair of panties that were riding up her ass and a white cotton camisole. Her hair was still slightly damp, apparently from a shower. Her hips and ass rolled so smoothly together in this position I was instantly aroused. I put my hand on her ass and slid it around feeling her obscenely. As I slid my fingers between her legs she stirred then rolled over on her stomach with her arms out to the sides. I decided to strip her quietly and see if I could get her naked without her waking. I grabbed the panties softly from the sides and began to tug slowly. They rolled up as I peeled them over her ass. After a couple of seconds I had them past her vagina. In the dark I looked on her loins, revealed to me once more. I slid the panties all the way down her legs and off. She didn't even stir. She was really gone. Ideas, things I had never done with any woman never mind my mother raced through my mind. I grabbed the bottle off the stand and took a mighty swill. The whiskey burned but it's flavor confirmed to me that I was out of control of myself. I let this freedom wash through me momentarily, eyeing her naked ass. As the heat moved through me then I stripped off my clothes. Naked, I climbed up over her so that I was able to sit on her back facing her ass. I tried to put very little weight on her in this position but she stirred slightly. With nothing to lose I bent at the waist, lifted her by the hips a little and dove my face between her arched legs. I dug into her cunt with my mouth and found the nub of her clitoris. I took it between my tongue and upper lip and sucked it in. It squashed around as I slurped and sucked on her. My mouth extended out in wet circular patterns parting and re-parting her, soaking her. As my patterns reached their outer limits I came to her anus. I had never tasted a woman there and was unsure what to expect. None of my fears were realized. She was clean and tender there. My tongue felt her little hole give slightly as I licked it firmly. I got in there and kissed and sucked her then like there was no tomorrow. By then I was beginning to leave a sticky pre-cum splotch on her back where my dick was waiting. It was time for action. I climbed off her back and moved down between her open legs. Her whole mound and ass are glistened with wetness from me. The buzz was really coming on hard and I was committed to trying this out. I reached down and took her by the hips again this time pulling her up toward me. I bent her at the knees and pulled her ass further and further back. As her torso dragged down the bed towards me the camisole rolled up a bit revealing a little of her tits that were still pressed to the bed. She made a little noise but even that sounded unconscious. Her ass was then bent most of the way out over her calves and towards her ankles with knees out to the sides. Holding her by the hips so she wouldn't fall further down or to either side I brought my dick up to her pussy. I stroked against her lips getting the head a little wet and then dug into her. She was soft and warm and wet enough to slide in and out of comfortably. I shifted my left arm under her belly and held her that way as I gave her some hard deep pumps. Her ace was out to the side, mouth open but nothing had changed. I took my right hand and got lots of saliva going around her ass hole. My thumb stroked it and prodded at it as I humped her vagina. I thumb fucked her ass for a minute being sure to lube her internally as well as externally. When she was lubed and ready to go I pulled my dick out of her cunt and struggled into position over her ass. I took my dick head with my right hand and guided it to her hole and began a slow steady push. It was fantastic to watch her anus yield slowly to let me in. Her ass hole opened wider and wider to the point where I began to get alarmed. It was so graphic that I began to worry that it might actually hurt her seriously then it gave. All at once my dick had passed the entrance and was going in to her ass. My mother's tightness was both admirable and exhilarating. I gave a grunt of utter triumph as I sunk in to my full extension. She actually began to make some guttural noises then but I was not about to stop halfway. I looked closely as my dick slid out of her ass hole on the back stroke. It puckered immensely in this motion and then yielded again in the opposite direction as I pushed in again. As I approached climax I began to slam her ass. I fucked that little hole for all it was worth, cramming in and out savagely. Finally on a gigantic in-stroke I erupted deep in her ass. It was utterly gratifying. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an480997@anon.penet.fi (Orenthal) Date: Sat, 3 Feb 1996 08:29:08 UTC Subject: A Visit Home #4 (M/f, inc, dom, mother-son) A Visit Home #4 When I woke up I was hung over as hell. I rolled over and looked at her still sleeping. Her panties wereballed up and laying on the floor next to the bed. As I got up I lifted the covers off her again. She lay curled up on her side facing me with her camisole scrunched up to her breasts. I could see a little dark spot of hair down between her tucked in legs. Last night's session flooded back to me then and I grew a little panicky. She hadn't been awake since then and I was unsure how she'd react when she put the events of the last night back together. I got over it fast. Fuck it, she was mine now and I'd teach her the new way. There was no going back now. I got up, threw my underwear on and walked around the bed behind her. I looked between her projected ass cheeks at her anus. The area was a little red but as far as I could tell none the worse for wear. I gave her ass a good slap then and said "Hey! Let's get up." She grunted slightly so I smacked her ass again. "Come on... Wake up. Why don't you take a shower while I make us some breakfast." She rolled over sluggishly and grunted "All right, I'm coming." She sat up slowly. "What time is it?" "Who cares. Get up, take a shower. I'm going to make some eggs." I walked to the door and headed for the stairs. "Let's go!" I called back to her as I went. She muttered something but I couldn't hear it as I went down the stairs. This was great. The woman who while I was a child controlled my life was answering to me. She wouldn't even let me watch PG sex scenes 'till I was like 13 or 14 and now I was fucking her. Karma can be a wonderful thing sometimes. The kitchen was a fucking mess. It hadn't been cleaned in a couple of days and dishes were all over the table and in the sink. This really pissed me off. I went to get a couple of bowls for some cereal but the cupboard had no clean ones left. I opened the dishwasher and the goddamned dishes were dirty. "Fuck!" I really didn't feel like doing dishes. I thought about it for a second and realized I didn't have to. "I'm in charge here now. Joyce will do this for me." Joyce is her name and hell if I was going to run the household from then on calling her Mom. I opened the Fridge and pulled out the O.J. I guzzled right out of the carton. Man this whole scene was liberating. "Time to take a shower, I think I'll check on the woman." Walking back up the stairs I could hear the water running. She had done as I said. Good. Things were really moving along. I went back into my new bedroom and opened up her closet. I was going to pick out something silky and sexy for her to wear around the house for me. The only things I could find, however, were satin nightgowns. Though sexy, they weren't quite as provocative or revealing as I had in mind. "We might just have to take a ride down to Victoria's Secret later and pick out some appropriate attire." I raided her underwear drawer then. She had tons of those satin bikini panties I love so much. I picked out a nicely cut pair of white satin panties and held then up for my perusal. I smelled them. Mmm... That fresh clean odor really turned me on. I tossed them onto the bed and continued my search. Jackpot! A pair of white stockings and even a white garter to match. Dad had some good taste. After another couple of seconds I found a pure white silk bra to match. This is what she was going to wear today. Nothing else. I left it all on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I walked into the steam laden room. "I'll be out in a minute. I'm almost done." she said sounding really husky and hung over. This ticked me off a little, she was breaking the mood, so I didn't answer. I pulled my underwear off and began to open the shower curtain. "What are you doing?" she asked nervously. "I'm taking a shower!" I barked back at her. I had to regain control. I quickly stepped in behind her and shut the curtain. She leaned back a little and tried to cover herself, her eyes red, glazed and full of concern. She looked so vulnerable like that, all wet and shiny, nervous. I watched her as her eyes darted down to my partially erect prick. "Move over a little, I want to get some water." I took her arm and pulled her toward me, moving myself under the water some. I made sure to keep the contact going, then. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her towards me; face to face. She couldn't make eye contact with me and I liked that. My prick was then fully erect and resting against her belly. The way I held her kept it there. As I held her I ran one of my hands down her back sensuously and came to her ass. I stroked her ass while she began again, "Jim I'm pretty much done so... " "Get the soap." I commanded while feeling her ass. She stopped for a second and then tried again. I'm... "Shut up and get me the soap!" I burst out violently. Her face turned red but she did as I demanded. She leaned over and took the soap out of the dish and handed it to me. "Thanks, now turn around, I'm going to wash you." I helped turn her around as she obeyed. She had nothing else to say as I lathered up my hands. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and took her breasts into my soapy hands. My dick slid naturally up into a vertical position between her ass checks and I pushed it as far in between as I could wondering if she was feeling sore from the night before. I lathered her tits up real nice squeezing them and pinching her nipples liberally. After I was sure she was clean up there it was time to get down to business. "Put your hands up against the wall there." I pointed to the far wall of the shower. "Don't worry I won't let you slip." She then reached out and slowly assumed the position as water cascaded over both of our bodies. She was positioned the way a cop would have her for frisking. I reached down and parted her thighs slightly making her move her legs out to the side more. Then I took the bar of soap and pushed it between her legs. I moved it back and forth there frothing her up until lather was literally dripping from her crotch. I dropped the bar then and dug my hands in. I rubbed her pubic mound down over her labia, parting them and over her asshole. She arched her rear as I crammed two fingers on my left hand into her vagina. After a second I got my left thumb into the action as it penetrated her asshole plunging in. I soaped her internally and when I squeezed my hand I could fell the opposing fingers and thumb through the wall separating the vagina from the rectum. All the time she didn't make a sound. When I was done playing around and cleaning her I rinsed her out with the removable shower head giving her a minor douching with it. I pulled her upright by the waist. "Go ahead and get out now. When you've dried off I put some clothes out on the bed for you. Put them on but nothing else and wait for me. Go ahead." With that I gave her another slap on the ass. My approach had to be consistently dominating if I was going to be able to get her where I wanted to in all of this. She got out without a word and began to dry off. I washed myself up then. After I was washed and dried I went to my old room and threw on a fresh pair of briefs and a pair of shorts. Then I returned to the Master bedroom where my mother was drying her hair. She was dressed as I had instructed in the white silk bra, white satin panties and a white garter and stockings. She looked like a sexy nurse minus the dress. She glanced towards me but never in my eyes as I went through her jewelry. I found a nice pearl necklace that I added to her ensemble. As clichi as it was under the circumstances it was a must. I also found a nice gold bracelet that my Dad had given her one Christmas. This seemed appropriate as well. After another minute or so I found the spray bottle of perfume that reminded of her when I smelled it. I walked up behind her while she dried her hair and slipped the pearls around her neck. Then I took her left arm and slipped the bracelet over it. "Don't take this bracelet off again unless I tell you to." I said very seriously. Then more playfully I rubbed her ass. "I want to put some of this stuff on you too." I turned her around to face me and held her by the hips. She stopped the blow dryer. I picked up the spray then and gave her a good burst of it so that it wafted down over her chest and waist. I reached down and took the front of her panties and pulled them open revealing her pubic hair and gave a little spray down there with a laugh. She tried to smile a little but it didn't look natural. "Let's go downstairs now." You look fine, just leave your hair. Come on." I pat her ass in the direction of the door and watched it as she obeyed, walking slowly out the door. I followed her into the kitchen and took a seat and she began to follow my example. "Don't sit down. Bring me some orange juice." I told her. She quietly obeyed and went over to the refrigerator. She brought me the carton. "Thanks, now why don't you clean up the area. Clean off the table and do the dishes. After that you can make me some breakfast and do a laundry." "O.K." She agreed. She started taking the dirty dishes over to the sink and it seemed to me that after a minute or so she lost herself in the tasks. Her bearing rose a little. She leaned over the table in front of me wearing her lingerie and my boner began to ache. Dominating her like this was the most exciting sensation I had ever had. I reached out and copped a feel of her pussy through the satin panties as she worked. She pretended not to notice but I felt her quiver as I slipped a finger under the panty line to touch her vulva. I pulled back and let her continue. After a few minutes she moved on to washing the dishes. I watched her butt wiggle as she scrubbed. While she continued to work I picked up the phone and called Chris. It was time to escalate the stakes.