Get cleaned up

William was hard. Very hard. He'd never thought of himself as having oedipal tendencies, but having ****-fed his mother his spunk while his harem held her down until she was completely under his control had done something to him. He desperately wanted to fuck his mother.

But not with an audience.

"The frosting is yummy, isn't it Mom?" he said.

"So yummy!" Erica agreed, and the girls giggled and nodded.

"Morgan and I are going to start a business selling mini cupcakes," he explained. "And the girls are going to help. You're so proud of us!"

"So proud!" she agreed, beaming with her beautiful, frosting-smeared face.

"I really did mean to have them clean up before you got home," he told his mother. "But you girls are happy to clean the whole house, aren't you girls?"

His harem gave delighted agreement.

"You should clean the house naked, so your clothes don't get dirty," he advised. "And it's okay to flirt with each other and grope each other, since you all find each other very attractive. Just don't let it get out of hand and another orgy without me."

"You're not going to stay and watch us clean?" Cassidy asked, saddened.

"I'm going to help my mom get cleaned up, Cassidy," he explained. "You're so proud that your boyfriend takes good care of his mother, aren't you?"

"You're the best, William!" Cassidy grinned adoringly.

"She's your girlfriend?" Erica asked.

"Yes," William confirmed. "You're happy I got a girlfriend with such great tits, aren't you mom?"

"So happy!" Erica declared, openly admiring Cassidy's rack.

As Morgan and her friends proceeded to remove what clothing they had put back on, William helped his mother to her feet and brushed a lock of her frosting-frosted dark hair from her eyes.

"You need a shower, Mom," he told her.

"I do," she agreed and let herself be led away from the naked cleaning party with her son's hand on the small of her back.

In the hallway, William ket his hand drop down to cup her ass. Erica gasped and jumped away.

"Don't do that!" she chided.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I'm your mother!" she pointed out.

"Yes," he conceded. "And my mother has a really nice ass."

"Yes, I do," she agreed. "But that doesn't mean my son can touch it!"

"Yes it does," he told her.

She blinked several times, then ket her shoulders droop.

"I have a really nice ass, so my son can touch it," she conceded, turning her ass toward him for better access, which he immediately took advantage of.

"It feels so nice for me to grab your ass, mom, even if it's naughty," he said with a squeeze. "Maybe it feels so nice BECAUSE it's naughty."

"Maybe," she said. "I just know it feels really nice, even if it's naughty."

They proceeded towards her bedroom, with it's adjoining bathroom, William continuing to fondle her flanks.

"What do you remember about your father?" he asked.

"My father?" she asked, startled by the nonsequitur. "Not much. I mean, he died when I was just 11, and he was hardly around when he was alive. Mom adored him, though. She'd get so excited whenever he'd visit, even though..."

"Even though what, mom?" he urged. "Tell me."

"Even though he usually brought other women with him," she confessed. "They'd be dressed like whores and hanging all over him, and he'd bring mom the trashiest outfits and she'd squeal and send us off with one of the whores to get ice cream and go to the movies."

Erica shuddered at the memories. It had seemed so fun when she was little, but when she'd been old enough to understand what was going on, she couldn't look her mother in the face anymore.

"Do I remind you of him?" William asked.

"No!" Erica denied vehemently.

"Of course not," William said. "I'm much smarter. And you like me a lot more, don't you Mom?"

"I do," Erica agreed.

"I'm your favorite person in the whole world," he said.

"You are!" she agreed.

"And you're so grateful that I'm going to take a shower with you and get you all cleaned up!" he ssid.

"You are?" she asked. "Thank you!"

Erica grinned happily as her son helped her undress, tossing her clothes around her bedroom.

"You have really nice tits, Mom," he observed once he got her bra off.

"Yes, I do," she agreed.

"So that means..." he prompted.

She blinked and the penny dropped.

"You can touch them," she reasoned.

And he did, tweaking her nipples. Erica blushed.

"Time to take a shower!" he said, stripping off his boxers.

"Yes, it is," she said. "Thank you...Oh my god!"

Erica looked away from her son's turgid member, her blush spreading and deepening.

"Don't look away, Mom," William said. "You can look at my cock. You like to look at my cock."

Blinking furiously, Erica turned back to look at William's engorged prick.

"I like to look..." she admitted, but she was clearly **** to admit it.

William suspected that to get her where he needed her to be, she was going to need a bigger dose.

"Come take a shower with me, Mom," he encouraged. "You'll feel so much better once you're clean."

"I'll feel so much better..." she agreed, and followed him into the bathroom.

William got the shower going as his mother guiltily looked at his cock. He helped her in and closed the etched glass door. Erica sighed as the hot water streamed down her body, grateful that her son wanted to help her get clean, knowing she would feel so much better once she was.

William began soaping up her nice tits and ass as the remains of the frosting rinsed off her face and hair. William told her how nice it was, how relaxing, how she felt she could just let go of all her worries and hang ups and stresses, how she could trust him to take care of her and give her what she needed.

"I realize growing up like you did must have really fucked you up, psychologically speaking, Erica," he said. "Knowing that your mom would do anything your dad told her to do, no matter how slutty, must have been confusing."

Erica gasped at the thought.

"Relax, Erica," William said, massaging her boobs as he whispered in her ear, his hard cock pressed against her ass in the way he had told her she liked. "Relax, relax, relax."

Erica sighed and relaxed.

"Knowing your mother was a submissive slut, you always knew you might be that way as well," William whispered. "The idea scared you but it also aroused you. You've avoided dating and focused on your career, but you're so very horny, Erica. So very, very horny."

"Sooo horny..." she confessed.

"You know if you give into your lust, you won't be able to resist becoming like your mother," he said. "But you know it's inevitable. So you need a man you can trust. A man you can submit to. A man who will take care of you."

"I trust you," she reminded him. "You take care of me."

"Yes, Erica," he said. "And that's why you need to suck my dick. If you don't, who knows what bad man you might submit to? This is your best option, Erica. It's inevitable. It's who you are. You're the woman who needs to suck my dick."

"I need to suck your dick!" she declared.

He turned her about and helped her ease to her knees reaching out to grab a towel for her to cushion them on. She took the cock she had come to be fascinated by into her mouth and proceeded to fellate her son, giving in to the inevitable, accepting that she was like her mother, a submissive slut. At least she knew William could be trusted, that he would take care of her.

"You're so good at this, Erica," her son praised. "You're so proud of how good a cocksucker you are! It feels so good to give in and be the slut you've always known you were!"

Erica whimpered her agreement as her head bobbed along his shaft, tears mingling with shower spray and running down her cheeks to drip on her really nice tits.

William looked down at his mother sucking him off in the shower, her dark hair plastered against her naked flesh, her eyes confused but determined. If he had gotten her into this position with just the frosting and some logical reasoning about her psychology, imagine what he could make her do after a straight shot down her throat?

He was about to find out.

William groaned and shuddered.

"Swallow, Erica!" he commanded. "Swallow it all! You must swallow it all!"

His mother did as she was told, did as she must, gulping down his spunk, accepting her slutty destiny.

Then she collapsed on the shower floor, shuddering and moaning.

William stood above her, grinning from ear to ear and considering possibilities.