"Mark, can you help me please?" were the words I heard as soon as I answered my phone. It was Helen, an old friend of mine.
"What's wrong with it this time?" This was an old joke between us; as often as not when she called, it was something to do with her computer. She might want help with a program she couldn't master, or the computer 'wasn't working right', whatever.
Helen and I met at the tennis club. She and Adele happened to be in the changing room together and Adele suggested we might all like a mixed doubles match. When they emerged from the changing rooms, Adele introduced me to Helen who, in turn, introduced us to Don, her husband. We played a set as husband and wife partners then we swapped partners for the second set. We all got on like a house on fire right from the word go. They were very happily married. Adele and I were married too, although our marriage was creaking a bit, even though neither of us was tempted to stray. That was almost 10 years ago and all four of us became friends in a strictly platonic way, visiting each other, taking in a movie, restaurant meals together, twice we even went on holiday together. Now we live just a couple of houses apart.
By pure coincidence, our daughter was born two days before their son: our kids got on famously from the moment they met, too. They went everywhere together. Jane was always a bit of a tomboy so happily matched John's adventurous spirit. We were all pleased that their friendship seemed to be heading towards marriage; they were so well matched in looks and intelligence. The two made no secret of the fact that they were sleeping together; indeed they were sharing a small apartment while in college.
Two years ago one of those virulent cancers took Don three months after the initial diagnosis and his death brought the two families even closer. Adele left me the day after June and John left for Uni. This was no surprise; she and I had been discussing it for several months. It was an amicable parting, we were both happy about the division of our joint possessions and for the past year we have still been friends - sometimes with benefits.
"How did you know?" came Helen's voice, giggling through the earpiece. "Mark, everything's frozen. My mouse and keyboard don't work."
"Switch the computer off and on again, that sometimes helps. Count to twenty slowly before you switch it on again."
"I've been working on something all day and haven't saved it. Yeah, yeah, I know, save your work frequently ... but I didn't. I don't want to lose it all. Please come and sort it out."
"I'm a bit tied up at the moment, Hel."
There was a few seconds of silence then I heard her half whisper, "I wish I was tied up." Now what the hell did she mean by that remark, I pondered. I looked over the various projects I was working on; it was coming up to 8:30 pm so I decided I could easily pick up where I left off tomorrow. "OK, Hel. Give me ten minutes. See you soon."
I closed everything down, grabbed my coat and walked past the three houses between mine and Helen's. We each had a key to the other's house so I let myself in and went straight through to Don's old study. Helen stood up from her seat in front of the computer and gestured for me to take her place. I greeted her with the standard peck on the cheek and sat down. Sure enough, the mouse and keyboard were both dead.
Something on the screen caught my eye, in bold capitals were the words 'WHIPPING THE WIFE Ch. 06'. My eyes automatically read the paragraph of the chapter on the screen:
My beloved gently loosened the cuffs which had been holding my arms stretched out, and the ankle cuffs which had kept my legs apart. I moved my stiff limbs around to get the circulation going then he took hold of me and pulled me into a sweet kiss. His hands moved to my bottom, still stinging from the whipping he had just given me but his touch was soothing and gentle. He led me to the bed; he lay in the middle so I clambered up, kneeling either side of his hips and gratefully guided his rigid tool into my depths.
I looked up at Helen. She was suffused with embarrassment. "We'll talk about it later, if you want," I said. "How did this freeze happen?"
"I don't know. I was sitting there typing when Barney (her small dog) came in throwing his toy around and jumping about excitedly. Well I had been neglecting him all day so I played some tug-rope and fetch ball with him for about half an hour then found nothing working on the computer. Can you save my work, Mark?"
I went behind the tower and traced the usb leads for the mouse and keyboard. Both went to an external usb hub. I looked for the usb lead to the computer ports: it was missing but I spied it on the floor and picked it up, showing it to Helen. "What is Rule number 1 when you have a hardware problem? Come on Hel, I've said it enough times."
"Is it plugged in?"
"Right!" I held the offending lead out to her. "Plug it in. Do you know where it goes?"
She looked at the lead, looked at all the possible ports on the computer, looked back at me and slowly shook her head. I took the lead from her hand, plugged it into a usb port and we were rewarded with the two-tone sound which said that Windows recognised something had been plugged in.
"Maybe when Barney was jumping around he knocked the plug out. Save your work, Hel."
She sat down at the computer, smiled when she saw the mouse moving again and quickly saved her work then threw her arms into the air and yelled, '"Yeah. Thank god for that. You saved me Mark. Thank you." She levered herself out of the chair, pulled my head to hers and gave me a big hug.
Looking at the screen, I saw that she had saved the file but hadn't closed it. I flicked my index finger toward the screen and asked, "Do you want to talk about this or do you want to tell me to mind my own effing business?"
Standing and picking out a folder from her desk drawer, she replied, "Let's have a drink. I need a brandy and a ciggy."
"Make mine a big one," I said, following her to the lounge. I sat on the sofa and lit two cigarettes while she poured our drinks. Both the glasses were very liberally filled. She sat on the other end of the sofa, took a gulp of the brandy, drew heavily on her cigarette and was silent for a long minute, slowly letting the smoke out as she exhaled. She took a deep breath then started to speak.
"Mark, quite correctly, none of us has ever talked about our private lives, what happened in our bedrooms and so on and I have no wish to pry into your secrets. Don and I had an unusual relationship, one that catered for a certain need I have. I can be a very submissive person, sexually, and often my need is to be dominated and hurt. Then sometimes my mood swings and I turn the other way briefly, wanting to dominate. But normally I'm submissive in the bedroom."
She paused again, took another deep drag and continued, "Since I lost Don, I have had no outlet for that side of my life so I have sublimated my needs by writing erotic stories around that theme. I have published several stories on an erotic story website." She had a proud smile on her face as she said, "I've had some really good votes and comments on my work and I spend most of my spare time writing my stories. I'm working on my next one, which is what you saw on the screen. Would you like to read one of my stories to see what I mean? I should warn you that they are very explicit."
"I've read quite a few, shall we say 'erotic', stories on such sites, Hel. I won't be shocked and I think you want me to see where you are coming from, yes?"
She opened her folder, riffled through the contents and passed me several pages stapled together. "This is about the shortest of them and one of my earlier efforts but it will give you some insight into my stories. And me."
I read the story; it was a well-written tale about a married couple who discovered that spanking spiced up their sex life. The woman, as described in the story, could very easily be Helen herself: her long, dark hair, her somewhat voluptuous figure, her small height; everything tallied. Her husband could well have been modelled on Don. She obeyed all her husband's commands and willingly allowed him to tie her to the bed and spank her bottom then make love to her while she was still bound helpless. Helen's warning was appropriate, as the sex was very graphic; so much that there were definite signs of interest between my legs.
I finished reading and passed the pages back to her. She seemed nervous; her eyes were shining and her chest was heaving but she drained the rest of her brandy then cast her eyes down submissively. It seemed she was offering herself to me but bedroom dominance was a whole new field to me so I took my cue from the story I had just read.
"Helen, take off your shirt."
Her reaction was one of relief but she quickly said, "Yes Sir," and pulled her shirt over her head and sat there while I looked at her globes covered by a red lace bra. Her nipples poked lumps into the lace, showing her arousal.
"And your bra." She reached back and her breasts sagged a little as they lost their support although they were still very lovely. "Now kneel here." I pointed to the spot right in front of me and spread my legs so she could get closer. I reached forward and gripped those erect nipples firmly. "What do you really want, Hel?"
"Please Mark, will you be my Master? I want you to use me just as you wish; I want you to punish me when I am naughty. I want to be your slave to command, Sir."
I made her look me in the eyes: in hers, I was almost looking into her soul and I realised just where she was coming from. I twisted her nipples sharply. "You really want this, don't you Helen."
"Yes, it is what I want. I need it, Mark," she gasped. "Will you be my Master and punish me?"
"For what should I punish you?"
"Forgive me, Sir; I have been very naughty. I wanted to get you over here, to read my stories, to hear me out and to become my new Master. I pulled that lead out deliberately."
"I think that deserves at least a spanking, slave. But why me, why now?"
"Mark, since we first met at the tennis club, I have loved you. Yes, as a friend but always a bit more than that. I rather think you felt the same way about me." I nodded my confirmation so she continued, "Quite properly, we have never been more than very close friends. Now Don has gone and Adele has moved out, we are both alone. I want to be more than a friend, but I need to know if you will also be my Master."
"To be honest, Helen, I certainly felt just that we were little bit more than friends. I have had some thoughts on exactly the same lines more and more, recently. Oh, not the master/slave thing - that is a completely new scene for me - but I was afraid you would be offended and I did not want to lose my dearest friend."
I raised her head and kissed her on the lips for the very first time. She met my kiss with open-mouthed enthusiasm. Her tongue pressed against my lips and quickly invaded when I opened them. We were both panting when she pulled back and almost begged, "Please punish your naughty slave."
"Perhaps you will have to coach your new Master as I have never done this before."
"My Master might order me to wait in my bedroom for him to come."
"Go to your bedroom and undress. I expect you to be standing naked for me to inspect my new slave. Kiss me before you go." I tangled my fingers into her hair and harshly pulled her face to mine. She moaned as our lips met and our tongues probed deeply. I pinched her nipples again and told her to go and be ready for me.
I watched her breasts hang down as she bent to pick up her discarded bra and shirt and them bouncing as she disappeared out of the room. I looked at the brandy still in my hand. "What the hell," I thought as I emptied the glass. I did love her very much and I saw her as very desirable, now I could unleash those thoughts. Even the thought of spanking her, although I was not sure how far down that road I might travel, was exciting me, as my growing erection showed. I reached inside my jeans and parked my equipment more comfortably then followed Helen up to the bedroom.
She was standing as I instructed, in her naked glory. Her feet were about a foot apart and the dark bush at her groin was neatly trimmed. Her pussy lips were pouting and I looked forward to tasting her down there. Her hands were held out in front and on them rested a paddle. "This will protect your hands Sir, and hurt me more."
I accepted the paddle and placed it on the bed. Grasping her breasts, I squeezed and said, "I might want to spank these."
"Spank my tits, Sir, if that is what you wish. Spank my tits and my bottom because I have been very naughty."
I took a half step backwards so I could see her ripe figure, which was all curves. Her body was a truly lovely sight and mine to do with as I wished, she had told me. Down her thighs was a trickle of her secretions. A finger in her pussy confirmed that Helen was on heat and fully aroused. I decided to keep the thought of spanking those breasts for later and told her to bend over the bed.
"One more thing, Master: this you must learn. I am your slave and you shall have your way with me but if I ever say the word 'RED' you must stop what you are doing immediately. It means I will have reached the limits of my endurance. This is a matter of the trust that must always exist between us. If I am bound and gagged, I will signal by opening and clenching my fist like this:" She demonstrated her fingers outstretched then clenched into a fist several times very rapidly. "That is the same as calling RED. It works like this; when you spank me, or hurt me however you wish, I may be crying and begging you to stop. You are free to ignore that and continue whatever you are doing. RED is the only signal to stop and it must always remain a prime imperative." With that, she bent over the bed and said, "Punish your naughty slave, Master."
The twin mounds of soft flesh quivered invitingly when I rested the paddle across them. Very well, I thought, she really wants this. I raised the paddle, brought it sharply across one cheek and saw the pink shape of the paddle imprinted on the pale flesh. The other cheek soon sported the same mark. I gave her five or six more each side and all her bottom was now pink.
I left off and scrunched her hair again, forcing her mouth to mine as I kissed her quite savagely. I stood back and ordered her to undress me. She pulled my shirt over my head and immediately bent down and nibbled at my nipple, something that always turns me on. The other nipple got the same treatment before she dropped to her knees, her fingers fumbling with the tight button before she could lower the zip and pull my jeans down. I stepped out of them after she removed my shoes and socks, then she pulled my jockeys down, kissing my tool as it bobbed in front of her face. When I was naked, she bent back over the bed.
"Please, Master, more and harder, much harder to punish me properly. Do it Mark."
So I did it harder, raining down on her arse with heavy blows. Soon she was thrashing about and begging no more, no more but I remembered what she said: only stop if I call RED. The pink was now a dark red right across her bum cheeks and down the backs of her thighs; there were one or two darker bruises starting to form so I decided it was enough. I saw her pink nether lips between her legs and was tempted. She wanted me to use her so I did just that; I gripped her hips and thrust my tool straight into her. Her pussy muscles gripped my tool spasmodically; she had an orgasm as soon as I entered. She was still climaxing as my seed pumped into her a few seconds later. I had never seen a woman come so quickly, nor indeed had I ever come so quickly, except maybe my very first time. Had spanking her made such a big difference to me?
"Thank you so much, Mark," she said as she stood up, faced me and kissed me lovingly. "That was perfect, especially for your first time."
"I don't think I have ever been so excited, Hel. Thank you for that experience. Right now I need another drink, do you want one, my love?"
"Mmmm, yes please, darling."
I left the room, refilled our glasses and returned. Helen was in the bed, laying on her side and smoking a cigarette, with another lit for me. I climbed in beside her and we sipped our brandy and smoked our ciggies in post-coital silence.
"So what happens now?" I asked after stubbing out my cigarette. "To us, I mean. Do you want us to sleep together? Was this just a one-time thing to relieve your frustrations? I hope not because I have just discovered I love you, I am in love with you."
"A one-time thing? Oh no Mark, I don't want it to be that. I have fallen in love with my new Master. I want to have you with me; I want to do this and so many more exciting things together whenever we feel in the mood. I want to share your life, you to share mine. I want you here in my bed every night - or in your bed if you prefer."
"It doesn't really matter which bed we use. I just want to be with you." I took her lovely face in my hands and kissed her long, and slow. Drawing back from the kiss I whispered, "Helen, will you marry me?"
"Oh my darling, there's no need to whisper." Then calling out at the top of her voice, "Yes, yes, yes and again YES. Yes I will marry you, that is exactly what I want."
"We will have to make some decisions but we can talk about those in the sober light of tomorrow. Right now I want some more loving from my slave."
"Yes, beloved Master."
She pushed one of her breasts up to my mouth and when I grasped it and suckled on her nipple, she groaned. Soon her hands were running all over my head, combing their way through my hair, stroking my forehead, my nose, my cheeks and my ears. One hand then went down and she was rubbing my chest, feeling out the shape of my muscles and going to my nipples, which she squeezed and twisted.
"You like my breasts, don't you, Mark? I know you like boobs, I've seen you looking and judging too many cleavages, including my own, for you not to be a tits man." I just nodded my head but with my teeth biting in, that pulled the nipple up and down, sending shivers through her body.
"Do you still want to spank my tits darling?" Helen asked, pulling my head off her breast so she could look at me.
"Yes, slave. It is not only your bottom that will be spanked in future. These ..." I slapped the nearest breast, hard, "... will receive their share of punishment, but not now; I couldn't do them justice without us both getting up again and I'm too lazy to stand up. My slave will have to find another way to please her Master."
She pushed me back until I was flat out then she started with her tongue around and in my ear before she sucked the lobe into her mouth and nibbled it gently. She gave me a searingly hot kiss then moved onto my other ear to give it the same treatment before returning for another kiss. She took my chin in her teeth and growled at the back of her throat. Her next move was to the side of my neck, which she licked, then kissed then sucked and finally she opened her mouth wide, growled and took a big play bite. The other side of my neck received the same attention before she came back to kiss me again.
t all seemed very erotic and I was always conscious of her groin dry-humping mine and her breasts squashing against my chest. All through her lovemaking, she had been toying with my nipples; pinching them, twisting and pulling them. I liked that bit of pain, which acted as a counterpoint to the sweet loving my face and neck had been enjoying. Now though, she bent her head to my chest and started licking my nipples and sucking them, going left and right from one to the other three or four times, each visit trying to suck more and more of the nipple and surrounding flesh into her mouth. Then with another growl her teeth struck and clamped hard on my nipple, chewing it painfully. Yet even through the pain, I realised something of how Helen could be turned on by pain as my tool was rock hard again. She had to growl at, bite and chew on my other nipple before moving her head down my body, licking and kissing her way to my navel which got its own bit of special attention.
She made her way further until she was down at my erection: first she growled then settled her teeth behind the head. All of those bites, except those on my nipples, had been symbolic and not at all painful. She smiled up at me and started kissing my tool, using her tongue to clean up the secretions leaking heavily from the small slit. Then she slipped the bulbous head of my tool into her warm, moist mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She backed off a little then her mouth took my tool in deeper, withdrew then plunged down and my tool went straight into her throat. She bobbed up and down on my tool, taking it all six or seven times before withdrawing her mouth, sucking hard all the way as it came out. I almost lost it then but I was enjoying it all so much, I was desperate to hold on.
She had been handling my testicles all the time she had been working on my prick; now she sucked one ball into her mouth, washing around it with her tongue before moving to the other ball. Eventually she pushed both testicles into her mouth at the same time but that squashed them painfully together for a long minute. My scrotum was kissed and licked then she spread my legs wide and lifted them so she could lick and nibble at my perineum until I felt her tongue swirling round my anus then pressing in. It was an exquisite pleasure but didn't last too long.
She came back up my body until her groin was poised above my tool and, spreading her labia wide, she guided me home, sinking all the way down in one move. Then she kept perfectly still with me inside her. I felt her pussy contracting and relaxing round my tool as if her pussy was trying to milk me. She bent forward and pressed her nipple to my lips. I opened up and let it in then bit down just as hard as she had bitten mine. I chewed on it so much that she was thrashing and bucking wildly on my prick and I felt the inevitable tightening of my balls. My cry of exultation was muffled by the tit in my mouth then drowned out by her scream of fulfilment.
She stayed like that until my tool finally plopped out of her then she rolled off until her crooked leg rested on my flaccid and sticky tool, one of her breasts resting on my chest while her fingers toyed with my slightly sore nipple. I put my arm round her shoulders and pulled her face close to mine. We kissed again, a sweet, loving kiss after the passions were satiated. "Did your slave give her Master the pleasure he wanted?"
"Very much so but I thought I was to be the one to hurt you, not you hurting me."
"Of course, my Master, but you told your slave to find another way to please you. Take the experience as a whole. Each part is an element in the overall enjoyment. I hurt your nipples, was that even near your toleration limit?"
"Well, no, not really I suppose."
"How about these, darling?" She moved her hand down to fondle my testicles. "Was that more than you could bear?"
"You came pretty close there but again, no."
"I believe it is something of an acquired taste. Not trying to bring a ghost into the room, but it took my Don a long time to acquire it but he loved that in the end as part of my service to his body. You will find that your loving slave has a vivid imagination. You know you can use the safe word too, my darling should you ever need it."
"Well, let's just see how things go. You certainly know a man's body. Thank you. Now light me a cigarette, slave. You're neglecting me. You may have one too."
She smiled as she passed the ciggie to me. "Thank you for being my new Master. Mark, I should tell you: I'm addicted to the pain and I'm also addicted to satisfying my Master in any way I can. If you would like to read all through my stories, they are all things I have done or things I fantasise about although I will not tell you which are based on fact and those yet still in my mind. Moreover, if ever you feel like acting out any of my stories I would be very happy. Whoever the main female is in the story, I want you to think of me."
At that moment, we both heard a great rumbling in my belly. "Does thinking of me do that?" she asked with a giggle.
A glance at my watch told me it was almost midnight. "I haven't eaten since lunch; I really ought to eat something soon."
"OK, I'll cook us something and while I'm doing that, I'll show you the website where my stories are published; you might get some useful ideas."
"Sounds good. Go cook a tasty meal for your Master." I slapped her rump, forgetting it was still very sore from her spanking. That really made her jump off the bed. Both of us still naked, we went back downstairs and Helen navigated to her stories page, kissed me comprehensively then left me to my own devices as she went to the kitchen. I watched her very colourful bum undulating with each step and, just before she left the room, she waggled her butt at me, smiling coquettishly over her shoulder.
I turned back to the screen and glanced through the story titles, selected one at random and started to read. It was told from the woman's point of view with her describing the agonies of having her nipples clamped and other indignities rendered to her body until she was finally fucked senseless. The next story was about a husband and wife, explaining that, although she was normally the slave, she turned the tables on her husband and had him bound and gagged and proceeded to have her wicked way with his helpless body. As in the first story, the sex after she released her husband was vividly told and brought my cock to attention.
I was just about to move on to another of her tales when Helen put her hands on my shoulders, kissed the back of my neck and told me dinner was ready for her Master. "What have you been reading?" Not waiting for an answer she reached to the mouse and scrolled back up the story. "Oh yes, I like that one too. I can see you like the idea." Here she reached down and gripped my rampant tool. I quickly told her that the final sex got me going, not the earlier part of the tale. She just replied, "Hmmm, we'll see about that. Come on, lover mine, your food is getting cold."
Helen had prepared a lovely dish of chicken and mushrooms in a white wine, cream and garlic sauce on a bed of rice. It was truly delicious and I complimented her skills in the kitchen.
As we were eating, I turned our conversation to a more business-like tone. "We are going to have to tell the kids about us."
"I don't think we'll have any problem there," she responded. "I have had the feeling that John has been ever-so-gently pushing me to get closer to you. You already know he looks to you as a second father, especially after we lost Don."
"I don't think we'll have any trouble from Jane either. She loves you dearly. I wonder if those two are ready to marry and settle down together." I tossed a couple of ideas for our future round in my head. "Just a thought, dearest; when we are married, we only need one house. Yours or mine, it doesn't really matter as both are free of mortgages. With both have our salaries, we will be very comfortable. What do you think: rather than selling it, we could give the other house to Jane and John as our wedding present?"
"Yes, I really like that idea. The poor kids will come back from Uni with a stack of debts and having a home ready for them will save them all the cost of rented accommodation for years, never quite catching up with the price of houses. Anyway, let's keep that on the back burner for a while, there's no great rush. And, of course conditional on them marrying each other, but let's not tell them until they decide for themselves."
"What a lovely start that would give them both. If they marry each other and, just maybe, they have already decided. John was very mysterious in his last email; he said they may have some important news when they come home for half term. If it is the news we hope, it would be so romantic to have a huge double wedding, all four of us. We can tell them our news too. I can barely wait until they get home next week."
"Well, we can't marry until my decree absolute comes through anyway - it will be perhaps another three or four months. I feel as if we are married already. At least I am in my heart."
"Mark, I feel the same, too. I am already wedded to my new Master. The ceremony comes later. If we were to give them one of our houses, I think it should be yours."
"Sure, precious, either way, what's the difference? None really."
"Well," Helen drew the word out to a drawl, "the houses are not quite the same. When you have finished scraping the glaze off that plate, you can lick it you know, I won't tell anybody of your disgusting table manners. As I was saying, when you finish eating, I want to show you something in the bedroom."
"You have already shown me plenty in the bedroom this evening."
"Trust me, darling, you will like this and it's not what you think so stop leching at my tits for five minutes. Come on, leave the pots until the morning."
"Hang on a minute, please Hel. There's something I want to show you and I'm not leching at your tits. Besides, a Master is allowed to lech after his slave's tits when he wants!"
She followed me back to the study: I sat her in the chair then leaned over shoulders and navigated to another page on the same site as her stories. "You see, precious, I also write dirty stories."
"Oh, I want to read these and see what floats your boat. Are these from real life?"
"I'm afraid not, my dear. They're all purely made up although one is a real fantasy I used to have and will never fulfil."
"Which one is that?"
"Second from the top. It's not a long story."
Helen clicked on it and started reading. My mother was a beautiful woman with a full figure, almost like Helen's, although Mum was a good six inches taller. She always wore clothes well and seemed to emphasise her figure proudly. She was always happy to show a large cleavage and on her it never looked 'slutty'. Anyway, I happened to see her naked once when she forgot to lock the bathroom door and for two years I would dream and fantasise about seducing and having sex with her. Then I went off to Uni, met Adele and the rest is history. Mum is still a fine-looking woman. The story Helen was reading was just that fantasy which I was always too scared to try. To this day I have never figured out why I first directed her to that particular item.
I pulled up another chair and read it with her. The sex in the final paragraphs was one of my own favourite texts, I have never written hotter prose in any other story. I always got at least a partial erection when reading it: I think it would have been the same even if it had been anything but me making love to my mother. Helen sat back after coming to the end, absently pulled out a couple of cigarettes and passed one to me without ever taking her eyes off the screen. After a couple of big drags of smoke, she turned and looked me in the eyes. "So my new Master and fiancé is a motherfucker as well as a lecher."
"It was the dream of a hormone-lashed teenager, never ever more than that."
"And you've always regretted that deep down, haven't you? That sex was written by your soul. But don't worry, your secret's safe with me." She turned back to the screen, went back to her own page, ran the cursor down the list and clicked one open. It was about a teenage girl seducing her father with positive encouragement from her mother. "The difference is, darling, mine is autobiographical.
"I started seeing Daddy as a man when I started growing tits. You never met him, Mark. He was a retired colonel, always very military in his bearing and philosophy. Quite strict too and maybe that's the root of my submissive side; he sometimes spanked me if I got too sassy. Oh, it was always discrete and I was always fully clothed with my mother watching as chaperone. On my eighteenth birthday I started flirting with him. Mummy caught on fairly quickly and had it out with me. Mark, Mummy and I never kept secrets from each other so I confessed that I wanted Daddy to take my cherry. All she wanted to know, was I on the Pill?"
"Sorry to interrupt you darling, but this is important, when you mentioned it I suddenly realised: are you on the Pill? We've had unprotected sex."
"Don't worry, I timed my plan deliberately for today. My cycle has been like clockwork ever since I started up again after John and I'm at my most infertile for the next two or three days. Then we can talk about it, OK?"
"That's a relief. OK, tell me more about Daddy's little girl."
"Well, Mummy made one stipulation: everything would happen in her presence from the flirting right through to whatever conclusion was reached. I thought that fair enough as it was her husband I was trying to seduce. Give Mummy her dues, she was passive throughout the whole thing of teasing Daddy to distraction until his 50th birthday when she told him that my birthday present to him would be my cherry so 'get the hell in there and unwrap your present'.
"He did just that. Daddy almost marched into the room, Mummy following him. He stood to attention in front of me and started unbuttoning my schoolgirl shirt. 'Your Mummy says you have a present for me, so I'm unwrapping it.' Each button had him almost drooling at the mouth and when he saw my tits bobbling about in my very revealing brassiere he became a fully paid up member of the Order of Grand Lechery.
"I pulled his head down to mine and gave Daddy a big French kiss. Mark, I was a virgin, never even had my tits touched by another man let alone heavy petting but for a year my best friend had been 'borrowing' porno magazines from both her father and brother and that's where I learned about sex. I would masturbate to the thought of Daddy taking me in those stories. Well, you've read the end of that story but Daddy and I made love many times, including a few delicious spankings, until Don started courting me, and Mummy watched us every time, never interfering.
"What I find strange is these coincidences: we have both published stories on the same site and we have both written just one story about a teenager seducing his or her parent. Now," she said, "we were going somewhere so come on." Helen eagerly dragged me back to the bedroom.
"Look at that beam on the wall. Do you see that knot? Yes, that one right in the middle: press it firmly. A bit harder than that, ah, good."
I followed her instructions and pressed the button. There was a beep and the whine of small motors running as, for the full length of the beam, the oak beam on the ceiling split all the way along the bottom. As the gap widened I saw that each side of the beam swivelled up to the ceiling on hinges. What was revealed was a steel I-beam with various hooks and pulleys. She pressed another knot on the vertical wall beam and a large panel in the wall opened to reveal shelves bearing an assortment of toys, dildos, vibrators and what appeared to be a collection of instruments which looked like they could inflict pain. I stepped aside and saw that a two inch gap had opened along the floor to reveal a metal track with several hooks on runners that could be moved along as desired. I was amazed that this innocent-looking bedroom had, at the press of two concealed buttons, suddenly transformed into an adult playroom.
"This is why we will live here and give your house to the kids." I saw Helen pick up a remote control from the shelf behind her, press a couple of buttons and we both watched a rope with a hook on the end descending from the beam above. "Do you remember, about seven years ago, when we decided to have our new en-suite bathroom installed? We decided to have the connecting wall between two bedrooms knocked out and an oak-panelled bedroom put in at the same time. Don had a good engineer draw up the plans for all this," she pointed at the beam, the track below and the hidden cupboard. "It's a pretty good set up, don't you think?"
I readily agreed with her. "Adele and I had no such alterations so yes, this will be our home."
She put all the equipment away saying, "That's for another day, Mark. Let's get some sleep." She turned the lights out and led me to our bed.
Chapter 2
It took me a couple of seconds of disorientation before I realised that I was in Helen's bedroom and bed. No, it was our bedroom and bed now, as I recalled last night's momentous events! I was just about to reach out for my cigarettes when my newfound lover entered bearing two cups of coffee and wearing nothing but some flimsy panties. After placing the coffee mugs down carefully, she got back under the covers then turned and gave me a 'good morning' kiss that lasted a couple of minutes without becoming passionate then we sat up, drank our coffees and smoked a cigarette.
"Do you really want another baby?" I asked her. "Not that I have a problem with that!"
"I want two more," was her immediate response, "before it's too late. That's why I never started on the Pill again even knowing you were coming. Of course, as I said, I planned this carefully so it could go either way in the future. And I want to be a full-time mother so I'll see if my manager will let me work from home. If not, could we manage on just your salary, Mark?"
"Well yes, my salary is good enough to keep the wolf from the door." I was warming to the idea of a couple of rug rats getting under my feet.
"If you're happy with that, I'll not be going back on the Pill so you can put our baby in my belly. I always wanted more children but Don didn't so we didn't."
She let out a deep heart-felt sigh and was pensive for a while so I decided to bring her out of the mood by reaching for her breast, squeezing it and saying, "I hope you will have enough milk for me as well as the baby because I shall certainly be tasting yours."
"That will not be a problem. When I had John, I was always over-full so I'm sure I can sell you some."
"Sell me some?"
"Yes, Darling, but the price might be some extra loving, or a good spanking," she laughed.
"Oh, I might just be able to afford those prices. But right now, I need to use the bathroom. This," and I waved my growing erection, "owes more to hydraulic pressure than to your body, sweet and delectable as it is. I think I'll also take a quick shower and you are welcome to join me."
"If I did, I think maybe that shower won't be so quick," Helen giggled.
I rose from the bed and made my way to the bathroom where I relieved myself then started up the shower and was pleased to see my lover stripping off her panties and joining me. Helen's prediction was accurate: it was not a quick shower but after soaping each other, we got clean very quickly and I finished up on my knees, giving her a screaming orgasm with my tongue and fingers. We carefully dried each other with the big fluffy towels she provided then she led me to the bed and had me face down with four pillows under me to raise my bottom to a suitable height.
Helen knelt behind me, spread the cheeks of my arse and kissed me right on my anus. She continued kissing all over that area, returning frequently to the tight hole and then started licking from my scrotum all the way up my crack, lingering for a few seconds each time her tongue reached my anus. It all felt very loving and exciting, as her hand discovered when it gently gripped my growing erection.
"I knew you would like this, Mark," she whispered, "now just relax and let your slave do her job." I did just that as her tongue probed at my anus, her thumbs massaging close to my hole as her tongue tried to penetrate me down there. Her tongue left my hole and lapped all around the area then I flinched just a little as a thumb or finger pressed in slightly, on the verge of entering me but she backed off and her tongue went back to work there. Tongue and finger changed place several times, each time pressing just a little harder until I felt the finger just push through the sphincter ring. More tongue followed by more fingering until I felt the finger breach the ring of muscles.
I was surprised at how much I was enjoying this treatment, even though I had never considered myself in any way gay but that finger probed deeper before being withdrawn and replaced with her tongue that also pushed through the relaxed ring and inside me. Helen was in no hurry, alternating with her tongue and finger penetrating me and after a heavenly age I realised her finger was pushed all the way up. I had heard and read that anal penetration could be painful but this had been all pleasure with no pain. Her finger seemed to be exploring inside me, very much as I would do in a pussy. Even the second finger, when it arrived inside me was not at all painful: both fingers probed at unexpected places.
All the time Helen had been playing with my erection and, when she felt that I was fully primed, both fingers rammed inside me and curled round to my prostate gland, which was enough to make me blast my release into her hand in an incredible climax. But instead of stopping, she got her tongue working inside me again, giving me more of those sybaritic pleasures and it was not long before I was back to fully erect and wanting more. A third finger was introduced as gently as the other two and, except for a stretchy feeling at first, I felt entirely comfortable as her fingers, starting slowly then gathering speed, pumped in and out of my rectum until Helen's hand was coated once again with my sticky deposits.
Only when I has finished ejaculating that second time did she finally leave my back passage, slap me gently on the rump and asked, almost coquettishly, if her Master had enjoyed his slave's work. I had to admit, when we were both sitting up on the bed again, that I had enormously enjoyed 'my slave's work'. Adele had never done anything like that to me and it had been many years since I came twice in quick succession like that.
Helen went to the bathroom to wash her hands and returned to bed. I looked over at the clock on the cabinet: still only 9:20. Saturday morning with nowhere to go; a lovely thought. I put my arms round her shoulders and asked, "What would you like to do today, Darling?"
"Fuck!" she responded with a dirty laugh, "and anything remotely connected. What say we have a day of drunken debauchery and I break out my stash of weed? Did I mention fucking our brains out? Oh, and don't forget, you have a date with my tits."
"That sounds like a reasonable itinerary but we should have something to eat before we start, even if it's just a bowl of cereal, with a glass of wine of course, and a smoke afterwards."
"Forget the cereals, Master: how do you fancy a bacon butty or two?"
"You're spoiling me, slave."
"I intend to spoil you for the rest of your life. Why don't you go and check out the 'toy' cupboard while I make breakfast? Give me a kiss before you go."
It was several minutes later that we went our separate ways: Helen to the kitchen and I to the button that opened the wall panel. On one shelf there was an assortment of different shackles from velvet-lined leather cuffs that looked suitable for wrist and ankle, a belt that looked more like a corset. There were various lengths of wood poles, although I could not imagine for what they were intended. There was also an assortment of ropes and cords. Another shelf had several sets of what I assumed to be nipple clamps, of varying severity I noticed when I tested them on my pinkie. There was a shelf dedicated to two canes, a horsewhip, three different floggers and three paddles of different designs. The lowest shelf bore a selection of dildos and butt plugs, vibrators with remote controls and even a harness to which was attached a life-like dildo.
As I cast my eyes over the toys - instruments - set before me I had an idea: I selected the mildest of the nipple clamps joined by a light chain and made my way to the kitchen. My beloved was bending over to look under the grill. She was wearing an apron that gave her ample cover in front but left her completely exposed at the back, which was my point of view. A pretty-looking red bum faced me and I could see her pussy lips just peeping between her thighs. She must have heard me enter the kitchen because she turned her head, smiled, then winked at me as she bent further and opened her legs a foot or so.
"If I were clothed, Slave," I observed, "I would be taking my belt off right now, even though your arse is still sore from last night."
"Oh, Master, you do think of the nicest things. I wouldn't mind even if my bum is still sore, but you are the Master, you must treat me as you wish, not what I want." She stood and turned to face me with a big grin on her face.
My own smile was just as wide as I held up the nipple clamps.
"As I said, 'you think of the nicest things'. Let me finish making the butties then I can get rid of this apron."
"Well, I thought you looked undressed without any jewellery, and Slaves are supposed to be in chains ..." I shrugged my shoulders and grinned.
"Start skinning up," she suggested, "while I finish this. I won't be a minute."
I noticed she already had a glass of wine going and there was another full glass on the table in front of me so I took swig and started in on the spliffs, being very generous with the ingredients. I was just finishing the third when a plate of bacon sandwiches was placed before me and Helen stood there minus the apron, pinching at her swollen nipples, "to get them ready for the clamps," she said. I stood and carefully placed a clamp on each nipple then pulled the connecting chain down briefly. Her only reaction was a sharp intake of breath, which she released slowly through pursed lips. She sat down, drained and refilled her glass then tucked in to the food.
When we had finished eating, we returned to the bedroom with another bottle of wine and the other bits and pieces. It was while we were sharing our first smoke that I tugged gently on the chain between her nipples and asked her, "Do these hurt?"
"They hurt like crazy when you first put them on, but it's an exciting kind of pain, like when I chewed your nipples last night. But after a while, they don't hurt so much except when they are jiggled, as you just did with the chain. When you take them off, as the blood comes back, they hurt as much as when they were first put on." She lowered her voice almost to a whisper and continued. "Of course, if you were to pull them off, that can really hurt."
I tugged gently on the chain again: "Is that how you want me to remove them?"
"You're in charge, Sir. If that is what you want to do." Her eyes were bright and a smile played about her lips. I took a firm hold of the chain and jerked it hard, ripping the clamps from her nipples. "Sheeeesh," was her only reaction; tears came to her eyes but she was still smiling albeit in a pained way. "You do know how to please a girl, Mark," she gasped.
"I think I might spend much of today seeing just how much pain your tits can take in various ways. That's an interesting collections of tools you have in that cubbyhole."
As we were finishing the smoke between sips at the wine, I considered a course of action that I might regret but decided I needed to do it for my own peace of mind. "Hel," I started, "if I am going to use that stuff on you, I think I should know the power of each, even if it's only a taster. Then I will know what I'm doing to you. So what you are going to do is string me up on that rail and use everything on me before I use any more of it on you."
"You don't have to do that Mark."
"Maybe not, but I want you to do it, even if it's only the once. Can you switch to your dominant mode for me?"
"If you command me, then that is what I must do, Sir."
I rolled out of the bed, located and pressed the knot in the beam, causing the ceiling to reveal its secrets once more. Helen joined me and picked up the remote control. Two cables slowly descended from the centre of the steel beam until they were about head high. Helen next pulled two runners along the floor beam and moved them underneath the hanging cables. She selected some ankle cuffs and the shortest of those poles, maybe eighteen inches long that had puzzled me earlier. The cuffs were fastened to each end of the pole, keeping my feet that far apart, and to the two runners at my feet. She clicked something on the floor runners and they were locked in place. Next my wrists were cuffed, one each to the descended cables and, at the touch of a couple of buttons on the remote control, the cables were drawn apart and up until I was hanging from the wrists and my body was stretched taut. I was totally helpless.
"Are you really sure you want this, Mark?"
"Hel, I need to know. I'm not 'really sure' I want it but I must do it. I don't know if I will last through it before calling RED, but then again, I might find I like it and get addicted but I can't imagine that happening."
"Just so long as you do remember your safe word because I promise you, it is going to hurt. Hurt a lot. This room has been thoroughly soundproofed so scream as much as you like. OK, first you will wear the same jewellery I wore for you this morning and I'm going to insert a plug into your arse. After that, I shall just slap and spank you with my bare hands then, as I continue, I will explain to you each implement before I use it. Are you ready?"
I took a few seconds to answer as I came to a final decision. I was not quick enough for Helen. Slap, slap, left and right to my face. "Are you ready?"
So it started. I nodded my assent and received a searing kiss before she selected the same nipple clamps. She had to adjust them because, she said, my nipples were much smaller than were hers. She tweaked and twisted my left nipple until it stood proud and then I screeched as the clamp bit in; my right nipple received the same treatment. The pain was unbearable but wait, I thought to myself, I can't call RED at the first hurdle. I clenched my teeth and held on as the searing pain slowly subsided until I was able to breathe again.
"Well done, Mark. They do hurt, don't they?" She looped her arms round my neck and kissed me again, hungrily. Her breasts pressed into my nipples and the pain flared again but I was engaged in a tongue fight at the time. "You can get used to it, my Lover. Now we continue."
She showed me the smallest of the butt plugs I had seen in her collection and she stood in front of me smiling as she lubricated it. She went behind me and I felt the tube of KY at my anus and experienced the cold gel being squeezed up my bottom before her hand spread the stuff all around my anus and a couple of fingers penetrated me. Soon I felt the tip of the plug nestling against my anus before she pushed it right up me. I screamed at the agony as my sphincter was forced open by the bulk of the implant when it was rammed in until it closed behind the plug.
She knelt in front of me, fondling my testicles and erection. Yes, I was erect even after the pains she had already inflicted. She took both my testicles into her mouth but she had done that before so I thought I could manage that pain but she went on and on, making me flinch now and then as she manipulated my testicles inside her mouth with her tongue. After an age, she moved her mouth up and sank it over my tool: she had been playing with it all the time she was sucking my balls. Her mouth felt so good, I was close to coming but she left off just when I wanted her to bring me to completion but she said, "Oh no, my dear, maybe I will let you come later but not yet. Before that, you get a spanking and a beating."
My bare bottom and thighs got the spanking, the inside of my thighs seemed to be more sensitive and then she accidentally (she later swore) caught one of my testicles. I shook as much as my restraints permitted and she just said, "Oops," then gave me another intense kiss, grinding her groin into mine and reactivating my sore nipples with her boobs.
Helen then produced what she called a flogger: a handle with a bundle of leather strips at the end. "This one is quite gentle, Mark, so I can use it where I wouldn't use a harsher instrument: like your groin."
Now I was getting a little apprehensive: I was naturally very sensitive down there and I had to trust her not to do me any damage. I need not have worried: the first few strokes were on the front of my thighs, each successive blow getting closer to my family jewels until she hit my prick. I hadn't noticed that it was standing to attention. Helen was right, it was not too difficult to get used to the flogger even when she lashed between my thighs to catch my testicles.
My persecutor picked up a paddle saying, "This is where I warm your bottom properly: get it all nice and glowing." She started in on my bottom, her strikes went everywhere over my buttocks, each one adding to the burning feeling until my arse cheeks felt like they were on fire.
"That was the easy part. This next one is a horsewhip and is my favourite. This will hurt you so you must be brave." She flicked the tip of the horsewhip over each of the nipple clamps. I had almost forgotten I was wearing them but each flick reignited the throbbing aches. Helen stood to one side of me and delivered four very harsh backhand blows across my abdomen then a fifth against the nipple clamps. That one had me screaming and struggling against my restraints, to no avail.
"This is our cane," Helen showed me the long slim rod. "This one hurts the most and normally I would have to have done something especially naughty before Don would use this on me so I will only give you the traditional 'Six of the Best'. You will have six purple stripes across your arse after this."
"Oh god, give me a break, Hel. Not Red, just give me time to pull myself together and then you can continue."
Immediately she put the cane aside and closed in for a kiss, her breasts again pressing into the nipple clamps. "Take your time, Darling." She continued grinding her groin against my tool and kissing me. "Not very much more."
It took me several minutes to pick up the courage to continue. She kept me waiting for another minute while she swished the cane behind my back so I could not see her then suddenly one of the swishes connected with my buttocks. I screamed at the pain but she ignored that and waited until I had stopped jerking about in my shackles before delivering the next. Each time she waited until I was still before I felt the cane again. I was sobbing bitterly after the third or fourth stroke but she ignored my tears and my screams until she struck the final blow.
I was still recovering when I felt her lowering the cables that had stretched me towards the ceiling. She released me from the cables, leaving the cuffs in place. She had to hold on to me until I got my balance on my extended feet then she unhooked my feet from the floor runners. She made me walk, still hobbled by spreader bar, to the bed where I had to bend over as she fastened my hands to the bedstead. She reached beneath me, grabbed the nipple clamps and ripped them off. I thought she must have ripped my nipples off with the clamps and I was submersed in the most intense fog of agony I have ever experienced. Her hands moved to cup my balls and stroke my prick. I was amazed to realise I was still fully erect.
After a minute or two of her comforting hands, she left off my privates and took hold of the butt plug, which she pulled slowly out of my rectum. Again, my sphincter protested as it was stretched wide open. She left me for a brief time and came back wearing that strap-on dildo. "Guess where this is going," she said with a laugh as she coated it with KY. "This is your last ordeal, Mark. Don't worry, I'll enter you slowly."
She had one hand on my hip and the other guided the dildo to the entrance to my back passage: I felt it trying to enter me. With just a little push, the head started to open me up and slowly, painfully but inexorably she pushed the massive weapon up my back passage. Once it was all the way in, she rested briefly before stroking it slowly up and down. As it had with butt plug, the pain died away slowly and she began to fuck my arse harder. She reached under me and began stroking my prick, saying, "You can come now, Mark." And with just those words, I felt my sperm pump out of my prick in great gobs onto the bedroom carpet. Then she withdrew and unstrapped the dildo, throwing it aside before releasing all my bonds and getting me on the bed where she joined me.
She had a bottle of some kind of lotion and instructed me to lay on my front then she squirted lotion on the wounds across my buttocks and smoothed it in with her gentle hands. "This will help, Mark. Are you happy now you know what I like and what everything feels like? Do you realise, your prick was fully erect even after the cane? And you actually came while I was fucking your arse so it couldn't have been that bad, now could it?"
"You tell me you like to 'switch' to dominant mode once in a while: is that what you would do to me again?"
"Mmm, probably not, Darling. I wouldn't use everything, one after another like that: maybe just a couple of different things. But you can be sure I won't be doing anything until your bum has healed. For your first time, you were very brave, Darling."
"I think we need another 'safe' word. Like when I asked for a break, a respite for a minute. Red means stop, maybe 'yellow' could mean 'Give me a break'."
"I like that idea. OK, red means stop right now, yellow means wait a while. Now let's have another smoke and refill our glasses, then you can get to work on my tits. Beating you has made me really excited but I need my Master to hurt me. Use your hands or any of the instruments you saw in the toy cupboard."
When we had finished the joint, I led Helen to the rails: the cables with the wrist cuffs were still hanging loose. I got Helen to demonstrate the remote controls then fastened her wrists and stretched her up until much of her weight was suspended. Lifting one breast by the nipple, I slapped the side of the soft flesh as hard as I could, causing a red hand-print to appear on the creamy skin. I continued in the same vein, slapping the other side then top and bottom just as hard. My willing victim's eyes were shining; her mouth was partially open as she breathed heavily. Helen's other breast received the same treatment and I had two breasts equally red before me. I mauled one breast savagely with both of my hands, squeezing hard and taking the nipple between my teeth harshly. I spent about five minutes torturing that breast before moving over to the other breast and nipple.
"Are you enjoying this?" I asked, when I was done.
"Yes, Boss. Are you going to use any of our toys? Please."
"I think a paddle would be good."
I selected the same paddle she had used on me and swiped her backside as I returned to her. That made her jump and struggle in her restraints. I used the paddle on her breasts, striking all sides and underneath until they were a deep red, then concentrated on her proud nipples. Tears were streaming down her face when I put the paddle to one side. Using a towel, I dried away the tears and kissed her tenderly. "Do you want more?" I asked.
"Yes Boss. You are doing it just fine, and I want more. I need it."
I wandered over to the cupboard and looked over the various implements. I saw some lengths of thin cord and the memory of a video I once saw prompted me to pick up the cord and a set of nipple clamps with a third clamp dangling from them on a chain. On seeing the third clamp, I picked out a thin paddle. I returned to Helen's body hanging there motionless, awaiting my next assault. I bound the cords around each breast separately, making them swell and start to grow a darker colour. Now her breasts, and particularly the nipples, seemed super-sensitive to my every touch. I put my arms around her and pulled her into a hug, mashing those purple globes into my chest and kissed her as she gasped.
I knelt in front of her and pulled up and aside her clitoral hood. I proceeded to spank her little pleasure button with the paddle just enough to make it tender. I used the towel to dry her down there, frequently brushing the material over her clitoris. Then I clipped the clamp and heard her scream as she struggled against her bonds. She screamed again when I attached the clamps to her nipples and jiggled the chains connecting the three clamps. I left her hanging there while I rolled us another spliff and poured another two glasses of wine.
I loosened the cuffs and tenderly led her to sit at the kitchen table, her nipples and clitoris still wearing their jewellery. We drank the wine and finished the smoke; I occasionally reached across and jostled her chains, making her suck in a deep breath each time. When we had done, I released her breasts from the cords and she groaned anew as the blood started circulating again. After a few more minutes, I gave her permission to remove the clamps. Her clitoris was the first to be released, quickly followed by the nipples. As soon as she had finished, I made her bend over the table and press her breasts into the cold surface. I positioned myself behind her, coated my dick in her pussy juices then entered her. It didn't take many of my full thrusts before both us had immense climaxes.
While we were relaxing on the bed with another spliff, Helen asked, "Why don't we invite your mother for the weekend. We can tell her our news. I'm sure she'll be pleased for us."
"Yes, and I know she would love to see the kids again. That's a good idea, my little slave."
Chapter 3
Mum arrived late morning on Thursday, having been told to come straight to Helen's, now our, house. We were not expecting Jane and John until tomorrow afternoon so the three of us sat at the kitchen table with tea and sandwiches for lunch. "Mum," I started, reaching to take Helen's hand in mine; "Helen and I have decided to get married when my divorce is finalised - towards the back end of the year."
Mum immediately jumped up, came round the table then hugged and kissed us both. There were tears in her eyes as she congratulated us. "Oh, my dears, I'm so pleased for you and I can see that you are both full of love. Please let me take you out to dinner this evening, just to celebrate."
I knew Helen already had a meal planned but when I looked at her, she nodded her acceptance so we both thanked Mum. When we had finished lunch, I told them I was going back to my old place to clear my work assignments so I had the weekend clear to spend with my fiancée and our family. When I opened my emails there were two from my manager begging me to send in some completed work: I admit to having neglected work for a week while Helen and I had been getting to know each other intimately. I had a big spreadsheet, one of those items for which my manager was desperate, and all it needed was a bit of tidying up so I completed that and emailed it to him with an apology for the delay. Then I started working on my next project: that and one more task would keep my manager quiet until next week.
Not having any more distractions, I settled down for an afternoon's work. I was editing my final text ready to send off when I felt a pair of arms looping over my shoulders, hugging me. I looked up and around to see my mother's face; her mouth very slightly open as she stared into my eyes. I became conscious of her breasts rubbing into my shoulders. I was a little confused as she was acting out of character. She kissed my cheek and told me it was time to get ready for our dinner date.
"I was almost done, Mum. Just a few minutes more and I'll be finished, and then I'll have the weekend free for you."
"Do you mind if I sit here and watch you work? Not that I can understand much of what you're doing." She pulled up a chair next to mine and, for some reason her cleavage looked very attractive but it re-ignited memories of my darkest fantasy, which had been stirred so recently in my discussion last week with Helen.
"Oh, Mum, this is just a Word document and you know how to use a word processor."
"I see that, but it's all the technical stuff you write about."
"Well, every profession has its specialised language." I turned away from the screen to see Mum looking at my face as if she had never seen it before. Feeling somewhat flustered, I returned to my task, determined to finish it quickly. It was not too long before I sent it off to my manager with a message that I was now finished for the weekend. I switched the PC off and stretched my shoulders and arms to ease the kinks of several hours at the keyboard. Mum stood behind me and started massaging my shoulders. Her hands felt good.
"Mmm, I'll give you 24 hours to stop that. Thanks, it feels good." After a few minutes of this luxury, I stood up and turned around: Mum's hands were still on my shoulders until she pulled me into a hug, pressing her body into mine. She gave me a peck on the lips and took hold of my hand, pulling me towards the door.
"Come on, time to get ready. I have a table booked at the Metropole for 7 o'clock and the taxi will be here in ..." she looked at her wrist watch, "just over an hour. You don't want to keep your dates waiting, do you?"
She kept hold of my hand all the way back to Helen's place. My fiancée smiled enigmatically when she saw us come in, my hand still in Mum's. I left to have a shower and change my clothes. As I was dressing, Helen came into the bedroom and stripped before putting on a sexy bra and pants set. She sat at the dressing table, did her makeup then slipped into a dress that showed off her lovely figure and emphasised her bosom. She looked beautiful and I couldn't resist hugging and kissing her.
Mum had changed, too. Her garment was just as stunning and revealing as Helen's was. "Wow," I said, "I'm escorting two real beauties tonight. You both look gorgeous."
We all had a lovely dinner with a couple of bottles of wine and lots of good conversation. Helen was flirting with me all evening and, surprisingly, even Mum did a little. We arrived home and the ladies went to get into 'something more comfortable' while I opened another bottle of wine and poured three glasses. I went up to the bedroom to get out of my more formal clothes. I wore a terry bathrobe loosely wrapped around me. Helen wasn't in the bedroom so I assumed she was with my Mum. Returning to the living room, I sat at one end of the sofa with my wine, waiting for Helen and Mum to come down.
My fiancée was wearing a semi-transparent nightie and negligee; Mum had on a pale blue nylon housecoat and the amount of cleavage suggested she was not wearing a bra. They both picked their glass of wine from the table and sat down; Helen and I usually cuddle up together on the sofa but I was surprised when Helen sat on a chair and Mum sat next to me. They both looked at me and smiled.
"It's been a lovely date so far so let's drink a little toast," suggested Helen: "That the night will be just as nice."
We all raised our glasses, repeated the toast and sipped at the wine then Mum leaned over and asked in a stage whisper, "Can I get a kiss from my date?" and kissed me softly on the lips. She then cuddled up to me, put her head on my chest and pulled my arm over her shoulder. Her breasts were unfettered beneath her housecoat as a glance down her cleavage revealed.
Draining her glass, she said, "I feel like getting more than a little tipsy. Do me a favour please Hel." She held up her empty glass. That prompted me to drain mine.
Helen refilled all our glasses and when she gave me mine, she bent down and gave me a toe-curling kiss, resting her hand on my tumescence. "Don't forget, you have two dates tonight." She returned to her chair.
"Greedy," said Mum, with fake petulance.
"Jealous," retorted Helen and both women went into fits of giggles. When they recomposed themselves, I looked at Helen: she just smiled lovingly at me and pursed her lips, blowing me a kiss. I then looked into my Mum's eyes. She licked her lips and pulled my mouth to hers. This was no matronly kiss; it was open-mouthed right from the start as my Mum tried to emulate Helen, even to the extent of placing her hand on my full erection. Was my age-old dream about to come true?
Ending the kiss, Mum said, "My darling son, Helen told me about your fantasy. You were a handsome youth; you're still handsome, and if you had plucked up the courage, you could have had me back then. I honestly didn't have the courage to seduce you either, even though I was sorely tempted. Helen confessed how she seduced her father with her mother watching all the time. I'd like her to watch us make love."
Stunned with these revelations, I looked over to Helen. She gave me a lascivious wink and said, "Give me a good show, Darling."
I drew Mum into another kiss, put my hand inside her housecoat and held her breast for the first time since I was a baby; her nipple was already engorged and Mum moaned into my mouth as I rolled the hard nub between finger and thumb. She was almost scrabbling to open the coat and I stared down at her lovely body revealed to my gaze. It was truly as lovely as that vision which had been burned into my brain all those years ago when I accidentally saw her naked except that her boobs were not as perky as I remembered, although they were certainly not the wizened tits of an old crone. Her pubic bush, the same carrot-red as her hair, was trimmed to a downward-pointing triangle.
She had us both stand while she opened my robe and threw it to one side; her own garment fluttered to the floor at our feet. Her body was finely tuned and I knew she kept herself fit by frequently visiting the gym. We both just stood there for a couple of minutes, checking each other out before she pulled me to her so her breasts were pressed into my chest and my erection was pressing into her abdomen. We kissed long and sexily then she took hold of my tool and said, "I want this thing inside me NOW."
With that, she pushed me back onto the sofa and straddled my legs. Holding her pussy lips open, she sank down and I felt my tool enveloped in the softness of her pussy as she dropped all the way down; she shuddered in my arms as her first climax took her. Soon she started lifting her body up and down as she rode my tool, panting heavily into my mouth as we kissed. She pulled my hand to her breasts so I happily played with her hard nipples, each twist and pull making her gasp a little, until she finally let out a great squeal and I felt her secretions soaking my tool and testicles as her pussy gripped me spasmodically. As she was sitting there, still impaled on my cock, she reached for her wine and drained the glass, then reached for my glass and tilted it into my mouth, forcing me to drink it all. Looking at Helen, I told her to drink up too; my fiancée did as she was told.
Mum told me to carry her to bed and asked Helen to bring another two bottles of wine. By the time Helen arrived with the wine, I was balls deep in my mother's pussy and pounding in and out at her direction but she had me promise not to ejaculate until she was ready. That was difficult: I had already fucked her to two orgasms; she had another and I almost lost it when her pussy once again squeezed around my tool before I was told to continue fucking. Glory be, she was already boiling up to another climax when she gave me permission to come; I thrust into her a couple more time then felt the inevitable glorious journey of my sperm along my urethra and inside my Mum.
"Come here, Helen," I said when my deflating tool dropped out. "Lick her cunt clean while I pour us some more wine."
Mum looked at us both with some trepidation in her eyes. "I've never been with another woman. I don't know about this."
"You should know something, Mum," I explained. "I am the Master in this house: Helen is my slave and will do as she is told, isn't that right, Slave?"
"Yes Boss. I've never been with a woman either, but I am your servant."
"So, Dawn," it was the first time I called my Mother by her given name, "you will do as I tell you or you will get a spanking much worse than you used to give me when I was a naughty boy. Is that clear?"
"Yes ..." she hesitated over the word then said, "Boss." She spread her legs wide and smiled at Helen.
Helen threw aside her night clothes, knelt between Dawn's legs and set about her task. Mum and I alternated between sips of wine and passionate kissing while Helen continued to lick and suck my sperm from my Mum's pussy, bringing her to a couple more orgasms. Helen's bum just looked so tempting that I couldn't resist spanking it hard several times, causing her to moan into Dawn's pussy. I made her moan even more when I spread her cheeks and kissed her rosebud then used my tongue around and inside her anus. When she was well lubricated, I pushed my tool into her bum slowly but inexorably all the way, withdrew just as slowly then proceeded to fuck her. All the excitement, combined with the tightness of that hole brought me to a quick climax and I erupted inside her as Helen had her first orgasm of the night.
I withdrew and presented my tool to my mother's mouth, telling her to clean it. "Not after it's been there," she protested.
"Helen, bring me a paddle and you, Dawn, get yourself over my lap." I sat on the sofa while Helen quickly obeyed me; my Mother knelt submissively in front of me and took my tool into her mouth, albeit reluctantly. "You are still going to get your spanking Dawn, but because you eventually obeyed me, it will not be as much."
"Thank you, Boss," she responded with some relief. "I've been spanked before, your Dad used to spank me sometimes, but I've never been paddled." She returned to her task of cleaning my dick. When I was satisfied that she had cleaned enough, I made her lay across my lap and gave her a thorough paddling until she was sobbing. She had a climax as she sobbed. Then I gave her the order to lick my deposits from Helen's arse. She was again unenthusiastic at first but within two more swipes of my paddle, she was going at Helen's back passage as if she were enjoying the task. I was kissing my fiancée as my Mother was working and, from the passion of her kisses, I knew Helen was enjoying the service she received.
When Helen and I were satisfied that Dawn had done enough, we all settled on the bed: I was in the middle with my arms around the shoulders of my two lovely ladies. They each had a glass of wine, which they sipped, offering me a drink whenever I asked.
"Are you enjoying yourself Dawn?" I asked.
"Yes Boss, even though I wasn't sure about, you know, cleaning your penis and Helen's bum. But even that was OK."
"Even the spanking?"
"Yes, even though you made me cry. It's all kind of exciting. And at last I got to make love to my darling son. What a pity neither of us made a move all those years ago."
"You wait until you see our Boss's playroom Dawn," said my wife-to-be, "I have a feeling that Boss Man will want to have some fun with both of us." She smiled at me, her eyes shining, and licked her lips.
"Yes, I think we will all have some fun with our toys. But not tonight, I think." So we three just talked about our new relationships that were beginning to develop. It was not before we started up again, with many kisses and caresses all round, even Mum and Helen eating each other out while I watched their mutual writhing. I made love to both my women but only managed one more ejaculation, which was deposited in Mum's bum. We were both eagerly cleaned by Helen and I was then laid on my back and told to let them enjoy themselves with me. My two ladies were enthusiastically inventive so it was that I fell asleep utterly satiated and cuddled on each side.