Training Mom
Part-6-of-7
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I felt so exhausted, that I slowly pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her. She must have been even more exhausted than I was because she didn't have the energy to even lie down completely. Or maybe her muscles had seized up and she was unable to move. Nevertheless, her ass remained in the air as we slowly regained our strength. If I hadn't been so tired, I would have found the sight very sexy.
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"Oh goodness, Jimmy. That was the best fuck that I've had in years. I don't know where you learned to fuck like that, but any woman would be lucky to have you."
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"Thanks, Mom," I replied as I reached over …smack… and swatted her ass hard. "And it's 'sir', not 'Jimmy', slut."
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"Unnnhhhh! Yes, sir. I'm sorry. It'll take a while to learn how to please you, but I'll do my best. I may mess up from time to time, though. I hope you'll understand if I do."
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"I know, slut, but I have complete faith in you. You’ll learn. I hope that you don’t have a problem with me staying with you. "I bought a special bed just for you."
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"Yes, sir. Thank you," she answered as she walked to the closet.
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I turned onto my side and watched as she opened the door and peered inside. She looked around for a few minutes, and then turned back towards me. I could tell that she was confused, but I kept my face straight as she returned to the bed.
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"There wasn't a bed in there for me, sir. All I saw was what looked like a really big cat bed."
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"Are you sure, little one? I think you'd better look again."
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I grinned as she nodded and walked back to the closet. She spent an even longer time looking this time, but she still turned around empty-handed. I stopped her before she'd started toward me and sat up in bed.
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"What are you, mother?" I asked.
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"What am I, sir?" she replied, confused even more. "I'm a slave. I'm your slave, sir. Or I will be once I've proven myself."
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"That's very good, little one. What else are you?"
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"I'm, uh, a whore?"
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"Yes, but that's not all. Think hard."
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She furrowed her brow and looked at the floor while she tried to figure out what I was getting at. She was obviously racking her brain, but she wasn't coming up with anything. I was about to give her a hint when it hit her. She looked up quickly and almost exploded with happiness as she told me the answer.
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"A pussy, sir! I'm a pussy for you to fuck whenever you choose!"
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"That's it, Mom. You're a pussy. And where does a pussy sleep?"
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"On a...cat...bed," She replied, slowly. Then she turned around quickly and stared at the huge cat bed. I could see her entire body turn red with embarrassment. "Y-you want me t-to sleep on a cat bed?"
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"Yes, little one. You will sleep on that bed," I replied, putting heavy emphasis on "will."
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"But, sir, I can't sleep on that thing. Besides being small, it's humiliating. How can you ask me to do that?"
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"I'm not asking you to, slut. I'm telling you to sleep on it. You either sleep on it or forget about becoming my slave. Understood?"
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"No! I'm not doing it. You've gone too far this time. I'm leaving, Jimmy. If you want me as your slave, then you can come and apologize when I get home. I'm going out for drinks and I'll be back later. Good-bye."
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I watched with amusement as Mom stormed up the stairs and slammed the door. I chuckled softly to myself and rolled onto my back. She just didn't have any idea what she'd gotten herself into. I had no intention of giving up on making her my slave. She would be mine and that's all there was to it.
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I looked up at the ceiling as I heard a floorboard creak. I listened closely as she moved around her room, then I heard the shower come on. If I remembered correctly, she always took off her make-up before she got in the shower. That gave me about 5-minutes to get up there and do what'd just come to my mind.
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Jumping out of bed, I quickly walked upstairs. I didn't want her to know I was coming so I very quietly closed the door. If she did, she might lock me out of the bathroom. I crept down the hall and looked into her room. There she was at the bathroom sink. The bathroom door was directly across from me, so I had a clear view of her.
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I could tell that she'd seen me, as she rubbed harder at her face, so I walked boldly across the room and entered the bathroom. I stood behind her and watched her closely. I didn't say anything because I knew that would irritate her even more. And, sure enough, she stopped what she was doing and glared at me.
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"Well? What do you want, Jimmy?” she snapped, “Did you come to apologize?"
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"No, mother. I didn't come to apologize."
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"Then, what did you..."
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"I came up here to fuck you again, slut. You've obviously not had enough cock because you're still bitchy."
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"How dare you?" she shrieked. "I ...Unnnnnnh …!"
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She'd started to turn around to tell me off, but I'd shoved my hand between her thighs and roughly grabbed her pussy. She would've ignored that if I hadn't started kneading it just as roughly. I could feel her body shuddering as she tried hard to ignore my ministrations.
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"No! Unnnhhhh! We...oh, gawd...we need to...mmmmm...need to talk, Jimmy. What y...oh, gawd, yes...what you did was wrong. You...mmmmm...oh, gawd, I need to cum ...can't do that to people."
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"No, slut. You can't cum yet. Not until I give you permission, that is,” I told her, grinning. "But you're right that we need to talk. You were very rude to me and I deserve an apology."
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"I was rude? What the hell did I do? You were the one treating me like dirt!"
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Her voice had grown steadily louder with every word, her anger was quickly returning as she thought about what'd happened. I had to stop her before she became too angry to listen to me.
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"Shut up bitch! Right now! It's my turn to talk, so you just shut the fuck up and listen!" I yelled.
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While I'd been talking, my fingers had easily parted her pussy lips and I'd shoved 2-fingers deep inside her. She tried to stop it, but a moan flowed from her lips and she unconsciously pushed back on my fingers. I grinned and leaned close to her ear.
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"Hmmm. It would seem that you're enjoying this, bitch, aren’t you?"
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"Yes, you bastard, I'm enjoying it. But that doesn't mean I enjoyed being humiliated earlier."
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"Oh, really? Well, there are many forms of humiliation, slut. Name-calling is one of them. You seem to enjoy that well enough." I reminded her. As I talked, I'd continued my assault on her pussy and knew when she needed to cum. "Cum for me, whore!"
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She moaned loudly and slammed her ass back hard as she cummed. All else was forgotten, for the moment, as she pumped herself up and down on my fingers. I allowed her to cum 3-more times before I pulled my fingers out. But I wasn't finished with her yet. I still had to prove to her that she could enjoy being humiliated.
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Grabbing her breasts, I roughly fondled them as I shoved my hard cock into her still-spasming pussy. She gasped in surprise, and then hungrily started pumping herself up and down my thick shaft. She apparently hadn't gotten enough pleasure from my fingers to satisfy her. But this fact was just what I'd wanted and what I'd been hoping for.
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I fucked her as fast and as hard as I could and she met every deep, demanding thrust with one of her own. When I pinched her nipples hard and rolled them slowly between my fingers, she moaned even louder at this newest rough treatment. It was clear that she loved being fucked hard and that it drove her wild to be handled roughly.
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I bent her over the sink and placed her hands on the edge. I told her to keep them there, then grabbed her hips so I could control the pace and force of her frenzied movements. I felt her drawing ever closer to her next orgasm, but I didn't want her coming just yet. If I forced her to hold back, it'd be much easier to control her.
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I pulled back until only the head of my cock was inside her and then held myself very still. She cried in frustration and tried to push back, but I held her hips firmly in place. Not giving up easily, she then tried to finger her clit to push herself over the edge. I stopped her, once again, by quickly turning us toward the wall and binding her hands to the towel rack with a couple of scarves she had hanging there.
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My cock had slipped out while I was tying her there, but I quickly …
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To be continued…
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