Retrieve Sarah

I had my mother take the remainder of the day off from her work, she met me at the parlor nearest to our house and I had her lay down to have the tattoo put on her upper back. My fear is that if it is on a limb she could somehow lose that limb and I would lose her, I can't take that chance with her of all people. We talk about her day for a bit as the artist preps his tools; I tell her about my day so far, she is delighted to know that we are now financially secure. "Could I still work a bit honey? I enjoy my job and I think 10 hours a week would be enough for me, goodness knows I want to spend more time with my man." Her tone starts off shy before gaining confidence towards the end.

"Anything to make you happy mother." We share a brief kiss and look into each other's eyes with love and devotion that belies just how recently our relationship changed from what it was. The artist is ready by that point and my mother was quite pained, I stop the process and think. I am immensely grateful I've been brainstorming in my head about my power between my tasks. "Your mine, your mind is mine, your pain is just a perception of the mind. When it comes to that spot you will ignore the pain for the next week, you won't be affected by the pain there." To my relief it seems to mostly work, I guess there is a bit of a limit to what the mind can ignore when completely conscious and healthy. Regardless she won't be bothered nearly as much now and within an hour she has my name emblazoned on her upper back. She smiles proudly when we use a mirror to show her it.

My mind buzzes with future possibilities but for now I have a full weekend and half of this Friday to live out all my most immediate fantasies with her. It is going to practically be a honeymoon with what we'll do. We head home, both excited and little aroused since my constant eye-fucking doesn't leave much to up to the imagination when it comes to my general intentions. When we enter the house she starts to sway her hips side to side slightly and walk up the steps, no doubt tempting me to join her in the master bedroom. After a moment of taking in the view of my woman and soon to be lover I race up the steps and catch the tail of her entering through the door still marked with the old rules for the room. I follow swiftly and find her already taking off her shirt to reveal lingerie, her pants come next. I take in the beautiful sight of a mature woman, my mother, in lacy black lingerie as she crawls on the bed presenting her ass before flipping and laying on her back with her legs parted slightly.

"How do you want mama baby?" her tone left little to the imagination of what she was willing to do, every single thing I could possibly want was mine and all I need do was ask, not even order. At least that is how it felt, but the kind of things that would need an order I probably don't even want anyways.

I strip off my clothes much to her visible delight and stand before the woman who birthed me with my cock rock hard.