Try a dry run

Hang on.... What if I try something not so risky?

I just couldn't think of a way yet, to justify the action of writing on my own mother. At best, I'd get scolded asking why I was writing on her and what was my purpose. And at worst, I'd be grounded and booked in for a physc eval the next day.

Yeah....not gonna happen.

And all this, on the off chance that it might work? Fat chance I want to try that. As of now, I've only claimed ownership of inanimate objects, nothing living.

I had to take things,slow. One step at a time.

As they say, "never put the cart before the horse."

It took all my willpower not to write on anything to claim ownership, then and there. That was just too easy. Yeah sure, I would be lying if I wasn't going to write on her purse to claim all her credit cards and money. Afterall a guys gotta eat right?

But that's for tomorrow. I had to keep a one track mind. Yeah.. that's it.

I couldn't help noticing, that lately, she was wearing some really form fitting gym clothes. Picture jeggings and a cropped sports bra. Kind of like what she was wearing now as she made dinner.

Had she met someone new?

Well, that would be news to me. Don't get me wrong, I had nothing against her seeing anyone. Lord knows, she had been single long enough. And if by my late night 'excursions' past her doorway, and those whirring sounds are any indicator.....

Let's just say it hurt a little bit that she didn't feel comfortable telling me about this. Guess I'm that guy left holding the hat,huh.

That lessons the guilt about what I had in store for tonight then..

But just to be sure...

"So mum. I've noticed lately that you're getting into shape more. Are you seeing someone new?"

*Clang!*

"Y-You scared me! What nonsense are you going on about? Can't your mother want to look good and be healthy in her old age?"

What old age? As far as I can see she didn't look a day over 30, and with the way those materials clung to her curves for dear life. Who was she trying to fool?

"Come on mom, I thought we said we were never going to lie to each other. Didn't we get enough of that from dad, that's why he left us."

Ah, the good ole guilt trip. This was sure to loosen her lips. Did she think I wouldn't notice her odd habits; the new clothes, the seductive perfumes, and the secret calls and smiles lately.

Did she think I was a block of wood?

I could see the guilt and panic rising on her face, she must've realised that she couldn't hide it from me further.

But why is she approaching me?

"Mom-" *hrmfph*

Before I could get an answer out of her, her body melted into mine like a marshmallow in hot chocolate. It felt like there was nothing between us as I felt her generous bust press up against my chest.

I think I forgot to mention that my mother craved physical interaction alot, moreso after dad left us in the lurch. I'd considered it a by product from when he left. Maybe it was her way of confirming that she still had someone that cared for her and was there, physically. Or maybe I was just reading too much into it.

All I can say, is that it made for more than one occasion for embarrassment on my part. Did I mention before how vulumptious my mother was? Yeah, well right now I was starting to sport another half chub through my pants.

But that didn't stop her from pressing further into me like a perfect-fit piece from Tetris. God knows why she did that. Looking down, I could see and feel(past her mashed tits mind you), my cock depressing into her pubic bone. It looked like my cock was charting a new map, going from the way it was making its way around her nether regions. My mother loved to sway her hips in circles, she said it came from her days from when she used to salsa. By the life of me, I never got a clear answer why she did it with me, her son, even with my embarrassment on display.

All I got was, "Your body comes from me, so why should I, or you, feel ashamed about us touching and bonding in such a manner."

Go figures huh? But who was I fooling. Everytime we engaged in these 'hugs' I sure did take advantage of them. Just like now.

My hands didnt remain idle as I rubbed her back and up and under her sports bra straps, caressing her smooth skin and defined shoulder blades. Like roads on a map, I followed the curve of her back, and spinal column with my hands, down to the bump of her supple rump. Feeling the gooseflesh arising along her skin and her hitched breath, I knew when to stop.

I happened to go too far before, and I never heard the end of it, for weeks on end. I knew not to press my luck no matter how her views on "you came from me" were.

But not to worry, I had ownership rights coming...well I hope.

*Diiiiiiiiinnng!*

The sound of the oven rang out, interrupting our 'family moment'. Just in time to hear a sniffle from her, and a slightly wet rimmed-eyed face distancing from my embrace to tend to dinner.

Hang on. Did I forget something?

That's right! Wasn't she supposed to be answering my question?

I think my own mother cock blocked me from answering. Where was the trust between people?

"Dinner!"

"Fuck!"

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Well, as you can imagine,dinner left me sporting a full blown erection and my mother kept using other topics to distract me about what I brought up before. It was frustrating.

Right now it was 1am, the perfect time to hatch my plan. I knew after I brought up the topic of my father, my mom would get depressed and drink. Which often led her to masturbate in her room late at night.

The struggles of single-dom.

Creeping as quietly as I could, I managed to finesse my way into her room. It was fairly easy though, she didn't believe in locking her doors, or even closing it for that matter.

Was all this the will of the heavens?

All I knew, was I had a itchy pen finger and a ready test subject on hand.

I could see the gym clothes that she wore earlier tonight sprawled beside the bed haphazardly. She must've had a shower and gone to bed completely nude. Perfect.

Edging ever closer, like a cat that's about to get the milk, my eyes rover around to find any trip hazard's. That would be the last thing I would need to happen. Luckily, everything proceeded smoothly.

Now, right next her, with the rays cascading down from the moon, it highlighted her naked form that lay sideways on the bed. Unfortunately, her doona cover was sheathing her lower torso, so I couldn't see everything. But 50% of something is better than 100% of nothing, right?

Those breasts that were pressed up against me only hours earlier were now on full display. Round, firm and at least D cups from what I could gather. But that's not what I was here for, atleast not yet that's for sure.

I made for a comical sight as I moved within reaching distance of her body, cock tenting my briefs and bobbing. A small pre stain was shadowing the material as the moon showed its presence on my skinny form.

*Flick*

While I lifted her arms out of their toasty confines to the chill air, I uncapped the marker with my free hand. Turning back, it took me a second to comprehend what was in her hands as I brought it within drawing distance.

Wtf!

Like Columbus finding a new continent, I gapped at the dildo clenched between her two hands.

I tried freeing the monster schlong from her digits but she was holding onto that thing like a stuffed toy. Ah well, time to test my theory. Scribbling away, I drew a circle around her wrists, demarking the area that I wanted to claim. I then wrote my name on her hands and the dildo.

Backing away and exiting her room; all I have to do is wait till she wakes up tomorrow.

What will she ever do without her hands and her dildo?