how it’s dripping. It smells so sweet. Please, Master Lars.”
I looked down, relishing everything. I looked down marveling at this grown woman kneeling before me with her eyes shining, begging to suck me. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and drew her face forward. She delicately licked the liquid. Then she took just the tip of it in her lips. Sucking. I drove it deep into her mouth, to her throat. This excited her almost to hysteria and she began sucking wildly as I fucked in and out. I watched her breasts bob around. Me, a boy of fourteen with this grown woman my slave to command. To anything! Suddenly she tore herself away.
“Beat me now,” she begged. She crawled to the table and got some pussy willows. She threw herself across a hassock so her white smooth ass was in the air and begged me to whip her. I took the bundle of pussy willows and stood hesitating. “Please,” she moaned. “It will make me your complete absolute slave. You can use me like your father, or like Gunilla does. You can ring for me in the middle of the night if you want service. Or you can have me bring your breakfast in bed and I’ll have marmelade on my nipples. Or you can lend me to your little school friends. You can tell them if they come home with you, they can use your slave. You can show them the pictures. I’ll be yours forever. But please beat me.”
I brought the willows down on her tentatively. She shivered with pleasure.
“Harder!”
I noticed the gray buds kept it from doing damage. I hit her harder. And again. And again. She loved it. She lifted her hips until I was whipping directly on her cunt. She rolled over so I could whip her breasts. She was in ecstasy.
“Now, now, fuck me,” she pleaded. “Oh, fuck me, Master Lars!”
I knelt over her. At that moment I heard my mother’s voice calling: “Lars? Lars, where are you?”
I saw Annie’s stomach heaving in and out. Her whole body was in a spasm.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, please, oh please.”
And Mother’s voice was calling, “Lars! Lars!”
I got Annie’s picture of her father and made her look at it. “Yes, yes, fuck me while he watches what a whore I am. O, Master, please let me have it.”
I took her nipples and squeezed hard. She bucked, her eyes rolled. I squeezed again. She reared, loving it. She kept begging. And Mother kept calling, I had to go. I looked down at Annie’s arched, sweating, begging body. She was holding her cunt open for me. I drove in as violently as I could. Her body went into convulsions. Her cunt squeezed and trembled. She gave a scream of pure rapture, arched in the air shuddering and shuddering.
“Lars, where are you?”
I pulled out. She collapsed sobbing with joy. Hugging the picture to her wet breasts. I fixed my pants and hurried down the steps. I could hear Annie saying over and over: “Master Lars’ whore. Forever, I’m Master Lars’ whore.”
Chapter Fourteen
I waited until Mother went around the corner of the house so she wouldn’t see me coming from Annie’s. Then I ran to her. She turned and looked at me. I must have been pretty dishevelled. There was a smile in her eyes as she asked where I’d been and said how she’d been looking for me everywhere for an hour. Immediately my mind filled with a picture of Annie nakedly sprawled over the hassock hugging the picture of her father to her wet breasts. I blushed and stammered out something. She didn’t pursue the matter, however. (My embarrassment seemed almost to please her.)
“Anyhow, Lars,” she said, “the reason I’ve been looking for you is that I’m going swimming and I thought you might want to come.” My eyes involuntarily dropped to her body which made me blush harder. “Yes, and it would be a chance for us to talk about some things,” she added. We both knew what things. Then she got a little shy, too, and sent me to get my trunks.
I ran upstairs two at a time, alive with licentious thoughts of Mother in a bathing suit. After digging out my suit, I decided I’d better wash: my cock was all slimy with Annie’s juice. I had just pulled down my shorts at the sink, when Gunilla bounced in.
“Ah, smorgasbord,” she giggled. “Here, let me.” She dropped to her knees and began to wash my genitals with her tongue. But she stopped immediately and looked up: “Why, Lars, this is cunt juice! Whose is it. Not Lou’s? You couldn’t have…”
“No, not Lou’s.”
“Mother?” She was all excited.
“Annie.”
“Oh.” She sat back on her heels, a little annoyed.
“Jealous, Nilla?” I looked down at her. She shook her golden head, but didn’t look up. “Don’t tell me my little whore is going to turn puritan,” I teased. She looked up and grinned. “In any case,” I continued, “you understand it isn’t for you to question. It’s for you to serve!” Her eyes widened. “Now lick me clean, I’ve got a date with Mother.” She stared at me, startled by the authority in my voice. “Lick me, Gunilla! You know your only right is to obey. Now lick me before I get impatient.” Something in her braced a second to resist, then gave way under my stare. A happiness came into her face. She cupped me tenderly and washed and sucked me clean. She wanted to linger, but I was in a hurry. I finally pulled out of her avid mouth and started for the door.
“Oh, Lars,” she cried, “please fuck me a little first.” She looked so young and beautiful kneeling there with her eyes pleading and her hair shining as she began taking out her breasts.
“I’m in a hurry. Nilla. You will wait.”
“Yes, Lars, I will wait.” There was a marvelous yielding in her soft voice.
I raced downstairs and jumped into the Mercedes beside Mother. Neither of us said anything on the way. She parked, and we carried everything through the beautiful woods and brindled light and sweet singing until we came out of the trees beside, a lovely lake.
“Here we will have complete privacy,” she said, and put down the things she was carrying. I looked at her, not knowing what was next. Then I put my things down, too. There was a tense moment.
“Lars,” she said in a husky voice, “I’ve been thinking a lot about your problem; about your obsession with my body. I’ve decided the only solution is to let you see it.” I must have jerked because she quickly added: “See part of it, I mean.” She flushed a little, and began spreading towels on the grass, laying out lotions and sunglasses. She talked while she worked, keeping her face turned away. (God, she was so beautiful!)
“It is natural that you should be curious, Lars, considering the total ignorance the orphanage imposed on you. It’s a healthy curiosity. But it’s a little… ah… unusual to direct it towards your mother. Boys aren’t supposed to look at their mother’s… at their mother’s flesh. Not the way you look at mine… but what are we to do? I can hardly ask your sisters to show their bodies to you. Or the servants. So I seem the only one left. I’ve decided that, however unnatural it might seem to some people, and despite the fact that it makes me a little… shy… Well, Lars, I’ve decided I’d let you see some of my body -then we can be close to each other again.” This last made her blush red. “I mean that if I can help you with this thing, then we can forget it.” There was a long pause. “What do you think, Lars?”
“You know what’s best, Mother.”
“Very well, but remember, son…” She was standing facing me with her eyes down and her fingers at the top button of her dress. “Remember that this is to cure you. Remember that I am your mother, Lars!” She opened the top button. The dress was a loose fitting green sheath with buttons from neck to hem. She was fumbling a little. She got the second button open. She didn’t lift her eyes. Mine licked like flame at her, searching out any flesh that might show. A third button. And a fourth and fifth.
It was unbelievable. Here was my fresh, dignified mother just three feet away unbuttoning her clothes! I could reach out and open a button myself. Finally, all the buttons were open! The dress was held together by only the belt. She took off the belt. Still the dress didn’t open. And I still didn’t know what I’d see when it did. Was she or wasn’t she nude under it?
She was watching me now, seeing my extreme agitation, smiling at my obvious shame and embarrassment. In her eyes was a growing fever. She could see my excitement, and she was affected by it! Something stirred in my
