"Pick your slave for the day," instructed John. "You can have her until tomorrow morning. You first, Jenna."
"I want Kimmie," said Jenna. She was very attached to Kim and John was not surprised at her selection.
"Jack, how about you?"
"I want the new slave."
"Which new slave?" asked John, not sure if he meant Alaine or Angela.
"The newest slave," replied Jack.
This did surprise John. He had expected his son to pick Alaine which would leave Angela to his instruction and tutelage. But the son clearly wanted the mother. John held out his hand, offering the leash to Jack. "Here you go. She's a bit rebellious so be prepared to use whatever discipline you think is needed."
Jack grinned. "What limits does she have?"
"The same limits as Kim," John replied. Angela gasped.
Jack blinked. "No limits?"
"No permanent marks," corrected John. "Other than that, no limits."
Jack could not believe his ears. He thought his mom was beautiful. All of his friends did too. On nights that he didn't have Kim to fuck, he would masturbate to mental images of his mother in various lewd and pornographic acts. Now he would not have to imagine things. She would be his sex toy.
"Gee, thanks Dad." Jack was still grinning. "Come along, girl." Jack tugged on the leash and Angela followed with small, mincing steps.
"You might have to gag her if she complains," John called out. "And you know where the paddles are."
"She won't give me any troubles, Dad." He stopped and pulled Angela close, reaching up to stroke one of her breasts. Angela stiffened at the unwelcome touches from her son. "Will you, girl?"
Angela remained silent as she watched the fingers dancing over her naked flesh. He finally dropped his hand and tugged on her leash, leading her to his bedroom. Angela gulped as she was pulled into the room.
Chapter 11
"Jack, this isn't right," she started. "You have to let me go. It's just not right."
"Should I go get one of the paddles?"
Angela shook her head in disbelief at what was happening to her. Finally, she turned to her son and hung her head, defeated. "No. You won't need a paddle. I'll cooperate."
"Good girl," he smiled. She looked beautiful to him, especially the way she was blushing and looking so submissive at the moment. He tucked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up so she was looking at him. Then he gathered her breasts in his hands and held them. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this moment to come. You are my favorite beat off fantasy-girl. All of my friends think you are the hottest woman alive. They'll die when they hear that I have actually fucked you."
"Jack, it's wrong. You mustn't do that. And you must never tell them that you even saw me naked."
He was palpating her breasts now, enjoying the warm, soft pillows of flesh that weighed heavily in his hands. He knew that his mother had big breasts but he didn't know quite how big and he didn't know whether or not they sagged. Now he knew. They were very large. And there was hardly any drop in them at all. They were as large and firm as any of the models in the men's magazines that he and his friends looked at. She could be a model as far as he was concerned.
She looked into his eyes but his gaze was on her chest. She saw him eying her breasts closely as if memorizing every inch of them. This was so humiliating and she wondered how their relationship could ever return to normal. She sucked in her breath as he lowered his head and she turned her gaze downward. She watched with horror as he extended his tongue and slowly circled each nipple, wetting them.
"I used to feed here, didn't I?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied in a whisper.
"Yes, Master," he corrected her.
"Yes, Master," she whispered. She saw him part his lips and suck one nipple into his mouth. He pulsed it a few times and then sucked as much breast meat as he could into his mouth. This was just awful!
There was a knock at the door and John poked his head in. "I'm glad to see you are enjoying our new toy, Jack."
"Oh, I am, Dad," he responded after he released the breast. "And I definitely will. She's my dream girl."
That was news to John. He knew he had a gorgeous wife and that most men lusted after her. But he had no idea that his own son also lusted after his mother. He had no doubt now that Angela would be well fucked by her son.
"That's good to hear," said John. "One thing I forgot to tell you is that she is to be freed if she agrees to cancel her trip."
Angela started fuming at that comment. She could not believe that he could be so cruel. What was wrong with her taking some time for herself? They both had extramarital relationships. Why was he being so stubborn about this one? Well, she could be just as stubborn, even if it might result in having sex with her son.
"Will do, Dad," nodded Jack. "Oh, Dad, these are amazing!" He held Angela's breasts a little higher.
"Come feel them," he continued. "They're perfect."
John laughed. "I've felt them before a few times. And yes, they are perfect. Enjoy your new girl." Then he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him.
"Oh yeah," muttered Jack. "I guess he has felt them a few times."
"Yes, he has," confirmed Angela. "He's supposed to. You're not."
"Well, guys other than Dad get to enjoy them. He told me that black guy who sold you last week was going to fuck you. I'll bet he felt these when he fucked you." He squeezed the breasts again to illustrate what he meant by these. "Did he?"
"Did he what? Fuck me or touch my breasts?"
"Well, I already know he was going to fuck you. Did he touch your breasts?"
"Yes," she sighed. "He touched them."
"So just think of me as one more man who has touched your breasts." Jack squeezed them a little harder this time, causing Angela to wince. "But enough chit chat. It's time to get down to business."
Jack peeled out of his clothing quickly. Angela had seen him naked several times over the past year as he was using Kim. But she was always surprised each time. He had a cock that was substantially larger than normal and almost rivaled Cedric's. Not only was it large, but it was perfectly straight.
"Let's get you all settled," he said, pushing down on her shoulders. Reluctantly, she knelt on the carpet. He moved a little closer and positioned his cock, which was fully erect, at her lips. "You know what to do. Or should I go get the paddle?"
Angela sighed. She parted her lips and extended her tongue, rubbing it around the thick knob at the end of the cock. Then she opened her mouth wider and moved her head forward, feeling the thick shaft slice into her mouth.
"Look up at me," he instructed. Again, she was reluctant but again she obeyed. It was so humiliating to know that Jack was watching her suck his cock. It was so obscene. "Or you could cancel your trip and we can end all of this."
Angela fumed again. She was not about to cave to that kind of pressure. She started bobbing her head up and down on the huge cock, determined that she would not be cowed.
"Oooooo, you are so beautiful with your lips stretched around me like that," he said. "And you feel great."
Angela's face turned crimson as she heard her son talk about her that way. She was glad that he found her pretty but it was pretty disturbing to learn that he fantasized about her. It was even more disturbing that he was acting on his fantasies by having her blow him.