S U C K

“I'm sure. Oh, son, just hearing you talk like that, I'm sure. But you have to swear to me that you will win the challenge, you have to swear on your life!” She said, desire spilling into her voice.

I promised.

I stood up, I commanded her to put her apron on. She did it with a sort of embarrassed and apologetic smile. I ordered her to do the dishes by hand in the sink not in the dishwasher, she started to protest that this was not what she had in mind. I calmly repeated myself, she began to realize that I was in control and that she could not put the genie back in the bottle. I told her I would watch her closely and make sure she did a good job. I took a few steps back.

“You know? You have a really nice ass, Mommy,” I casually commented.

“What... what are you saying? Why-”

“Did I tell you you could stop washing? Keep cleaning and you better do a good job, too.” I demanded, leering at her ass in that tight skirt.

“Yes – yes sir,” she said sounding very dejected.

“I just gave you a compliment, aren't you are a good girl, Dahlia, shouldn't you thank me?” I teased but kept my voice very business-like.

“... Thank you... sir for complimenting my... looks,” She said not daring to turn around and look at me.

“Now, arch you back and sway your ass from side to side, you want to do that for me don't you?” I demanded, already panting.

“This... this was a mistake. This was a bad idea, now go to your room Red!” She pleaded trying to sound stern and serious but she couldn't look at me.

I stepped forward reaching up and placing my hand up, covering Dahlia's mouth as I whispered in her ear. "It's too late for that." She recognized the power in my voice after her initial panic and relaxed and she even nodded her head. I eased my grip on her mouth and my hands descended to her motherly breasts. I could feel her heart racing. I cupped her perfect mams and then slid my hands into and up her blouse. Her nipples were incredibly hard. I unbuttoned her blouse so that her breasts were completely exposed. Dahlia immediately tried to cover herself.

"But, I want you naked," I said as I teased her sensitive nipples. Dahlia squirmed a bit but resigned herself to obeying my wishes. "Now go ahead and remove your skirt," I whispered in her ear.

"What?!" she protested in a loud whisper.

"You heard me. I want you strip, then neatly fold your clothes and put them on the counter," I instructed her as I pinched her nipples playfully.

"But that would leave me in only my panties," she protested.

"Precisely," I quipped as I let go of her stiff nipples. "I can't wait to see what a magnificent body you have. Now do as you're told." I kissed her neck.

"Shouldn't I at least put my apron back on?" she pleaded.

"As a matter of fact, yes, I would like to see you dressed like that.”

"No, I'm sorry, I think this is wrong." Dahlia said as she tried to to leave. I simply blocked her exit from the kitchen.

"Okay, Mommy, I think I am starting to understand the voice of command now. I can't fucking believe that I didn’t figure it out sooner. But , don't worry Mommy lets proceed with your enslavement. Now that I know how to control you we are going to make this hot so why don't you start by playing with those sexy tits of yours. I used to suckle you when I was little didn't I? Answer me you bitch."

Dahlia's hand's immediately but absentmindedly went to her breasts: "Yes Sir, I breast fed you."

"No, bitch, make it sexy... whenever I ask you to say anything, I want you to talk like a little slut. I want you to tell me what a slut you are and how much you love being my sex ****. I want you to tell me first what a slut you were when you used to let me suckle you."

"No Sir, you were my baby. I never got excited..."

"Say that you did bitch! Tell me that you got fucking horny and that you wanted to do bad things with me. Tell me and make it sound convincing you bitch."

"Yes Sir, I got..."

"Wait, sometimes just call me Red, or young man, or honey, or bastard, or whatever else you would normally say bitch... 'Sir' is starting to sound stupid to me. I think I might keep calling you 'bitch' though. You will have to obey everything I command you to when I call you 'bitch', do you understand, bitch?"

"Yes I do, young man." She said casually fondling her breasts

"Good, than tell me what a horny little slut you were when I milked you when I was just little, bitch-mommy."

"I did get so horny when you used to suckle me. I was such a slut that I used to undo my bra and than nuzzle you close and let you bite and suck on my... wait is that me saying those things? I can't believe it. What's happening is this a dream? Maybe it is a dream...”

I was totally at ease as I said: "Its fine with me if you think it is a dream. Do you know what we are going to do next, Mommy?"

The look on her face said she had **** but to obey: "You're going to take me, baby? oh.. did I say that.. I sounded like such a wicked girl just now.”

"Yes you did sound wicked mommy, and, of course I am going to fuck that wet pink tightness of yours, but not just yet... first you need to clean my cock so I can put it in your pretty, little Mommy-pussy. Do you understand, bitch?"

"I'll just go get a washcloth baby and clean your cock for you so you can fuck this little Mommy-pussy and get me nice and pregnant like a good boy should."

"No bitch, you are going to clean my cock with your mouth."

"W-what, no baby, please... that is so... wicked."

"I wasn't asking. Now get down on your knees bitch and suck my cock like a whore until I cum in your mouth. And, you have to swallow it. Do you understand, Mommy?"

“You are my son... the way you are talking to me and... and what you are going to do to me... do I really deserve it?”

“That's right, bitch you do.”

"Then, yes. Yes Master."

It was still obvious that Dahlia's lady-like apprehension regarding cock-sucking was at play from the look on her face. Shamefully I didn't really have any regard for her other than just getting a thrill from having Red's own mother on her knees about to be **** into sexually servicing his incestuous desires... and then I had her by the hair and her lips parted and there she was up with all eight inches of her thick son's cock deep in her hot, willing mouth.

She was actually giving her own 10-year-old son a blow-job... or anyway, I was fucking her in the mouth.

She wasn't even that good a cock-sucker for her son. But she was starting to look fairly enthusiastic as she knelt there at the feet of her child and kissed, and licked, and bobbed her head up-and-down the shaft of my prick. She didn't **** or gag very much even as she took it all the way deep. I love women, I worship them, in fact, but I do like it a little rough, though, and so I yanked back on her hair enough to cause her to wince as I took sweet Dahlia's mouth and throat. I called her bitch, and whore, and made her repeat those words that she was a filthy, little, cock-sucking mommy and that she wanted my sperm all over my cute, pretty mommy-face.

With the way her eyes fluttered as I triumphantly exclaimed, it was pretty obvious that she enjoyed her first ever splurt into her throat and belly. I was very excited for it, so, of course it was voluminous.

“Can I please go take a shower or something now, son?” she asked once I was finished.

"As a matter of fact, no. Why don't you strip down to those pretty high heels of yours?" I said. Dahlia reluctantly removed her last piece of clothing, save for her heels and I made her carefully fold them. She trembled in fear and excitement as she sat totally naked on her cool clean kitchen floor. Looking up at me she longed to be made my woman. I marched her into the sitting room and made her sit on the sofa I sat beside her and placed her hand on my crotch, I let her stroke me as we watched re-runs of Gym leaders getting challenged. By the time the program ended, Dahlia was so turned on she wanted me to fuck her right there on the floor. But she was still trying to resist, so she turned to me and asked, "Can I put my clothes on now?"

"No," I answered.

"No?!" Karen protested in a loud whisper she was fully aware of how helpless she was.

“Aren’t you hot for me, Mommy?”

“I... I really am excited, but ashamed for it at the same time.”

I marcher her to her room and I instructed her to sit on a stiff backed chair in front of a mirror. I got out a brush and then took a handful of her hair. I started to brush her hair as she looked at herself naked in the mirror.

“Oh you're such a sweet boy, I thought... I thought...”

The thrill of the brush on her scalp and neck was very calming and erotic, I could see thrills and shivers running through her.

"You have such beautiful hair, Dahlia, you are a lovely girl. I think you have excellent genes, any man would be so lucky to have you as the mother of his children." I explained.

"... I have never thought about it that way, thank you," she said as the bristles of the brush run through her hair.

"Dahlia... are you sure you want a young boy like me...?"

"oh, don't think that Red... don't say that... of course I want you... but I'm not sure I'm ready and, you seemed so... experienced earlier I don't want to disappoint you"

“Dahlia, everything about you excites me, it is not possible that you would be a disappointment..." I explained truthfully.
"Oh Red... Than take me!"