Oedipus Spanks 3

bySamKnight©

They were already so moist, my juices were seeping out of me at an extraordinary rate. I just had to make use of them. So I ploughed myself into the glass window, gyrating, sliding, grinding, lifting my legs side to side to try and create friction in my loins.

The glass was so smooth and left nothing for my clit to rub against, so slick was the glass with my clear fluid that I stood on tippy toes so my exposed clit would have something new to slide against. And then it was smooth and slippery again. So I stepped to my side, for a fresh piece of glass to provide a moment's friction to excite my clitoris.

Up and down the window I manoeuvred, side to side, around and around, pounding, grinding, slipping, sliding, splaying my legs and gyrating my mound into the glass.

Oh, if only there were people on the other side to see me now.

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Chapter 13

When I got back from the shop, there was a small gathering of people on the towpath alongside where our boat was moored. And I could see why.

Mom was naked and pressed to the glass, her hands behind her head with her blindfold on. She was sliding up and down the window trying to pleasure herself, leaving sticky trails of vaginal fluid wherever she'd been. It was some sight.

There were about eight or nine people standing there watching Mom. All but two were kids. I say kids, they were teenagers, all boys, all with their mobile phones in their hands filming her. Good idea, I thought.

The other two were both women in their twenties and I could tell from the way they were holding onto one another that they were lesbians and clearly enjoying the show.

I stepped over to them and spoke quietly, so the teenagers wouldn't overhear. "Would you like to touch her?" I asked.

I realised that came across as a bit bold and a bit awkward, but they wasted no time at all in answering with a resounding 'yes'.

"I can arrange that," I said. "She's my slave. She gets off on this, as you can no doubt see. Come on."

I filled them both in on my plan. I gave very strict instructions on what they were allowed to do. I had given them each one minute, alone with my Mom. To touch her in any place they wanted, just so long as they remained quiet, didn't remove her blindfold and only used their hands.

I unlocked the cabin door and stepped inside. Walking across to Mom, I briefly removed one of her earplugs. "I'm back slave. Stay where you are and don't move."

"Yes Master."

I replaced it and went back up on deck and gave word to the first of the lesbians to go down inside. I stood with the other one as she too, now filmed Mom, waiting to be touched up by her partner.

This was too good an opportunity to pass up, so I took out my cell phone and began filming, making sure to take in a shot of the crowd watching and taking photos of her.

The lesbian cupped Mom's breasts and ran her fingers down her stomach, into her pubes, then over her clit. She massaged her clit for a few seconds longer, really finding a rhythm, then slapped Mom on the backside. I watched as Mom jumped.

The kids on the path sniggered. "Can we have a go, Mister?"

I shook my head. "Sorry lads. No men allowed. But you can take all the photos you like."

The first lesbian came up on deck with a wicked smile on her face and when the other lesbian stepped on board she stuck her tongue down the first one's throat.

We all watched on, filming, as the second lesbian found her way over to Mom, naked and exposed in the cabin cruiser's side window. She slapped each one of Mom's beautiful ass cheeks, before bringing her hands around to Mom's frontage, delving momentarily into her pubes for a quick feel, then up her stomach, between her breasts, up to her neck, then back down to her breasts. She pinched each nipple in turn, before slapping her first breast, then her second. She finished up with a slap to Mom's pussy, before re-emerging on deck.

"Show's over boys," I said. "Hope you enjoyed yourselves."

I undid the ropes from our mooring and went back into the cabin, started up the engine and sailed away.

When there was nothing but water all around us, I returned to Mom, taking out her earplugs and removing her blindfold. I unclipped her wrists from behind her head as I figured her arms must be tired by now. Instead I went into the bag for my next goody. It was a belt, again with plenty of D rings. I clipped her wrists to her sides instead.

"It looks like you enjoyed yourself while I was gone slave."

"Oh yes Master. I'm sorry Master."

"While the cats away, the mice will play," I said. "But now I know you can't be trusted slave."

"I'm sorry Master. Please forgive me."

"Oh, I can forgive you slave. But I still have to punish you."

"Yes Master."

"Bend over slave."

I went to my bag for my next surprise. Actually, it was two surprises. The first was a container of lubricant. I slathered some onto my fingers and ordered Mom to stand with her legs far apart. I found her little rosebud and plunged inside, making sure to wriggle my finger around inside her anus.

I pulled it out and showed it to Mom.

"Now because of your misbehaviour, my finger is dirty. What are you going to do about that slave?"

Mom wasted no time at all in responding. "Alanis."

I laughed.

"Don't even think about it Babes!"

My God, my Mom was so beautiful and utterly captivating. I was head over heels in love with her and as far as I was concerned, no one – and I mean no one, was as beautiful as her to my eyes.

"You sure about that?"

"I'm sure," she said.

"Okay." I went to wash my hands in the bathroom sink and scrubbed my fingernails with soap while I was at it. "Ready?"

She nodded.

"Bend over."

I slowly felt around with the butt plug I had purchased, found Mom's hole and gently pushed it past the threshold, into her anus.

"Thank you Master, for punishing me."

"I think it's time we went up on deck now, slave."

"Master?"

"On deck. We can't spend all our time in the cabin. It's a nice day outside. It's really warmed up since yesterday. I think we should go and get some air."

"Master, please. I'll be exposed. Someone could see."

"I wouldn't worry too much about that slave. By the end of this week, you'll have shed most of your inhibitions. Once you get used to being my slave and get used to not having the automatic right to wear clothes, you'll adapt. And you'll thank me for it."

I could tell Mom was thinking of using her next safe word.

"Slave. If you're thinking of using another safe word, you'll only have one more left to use. You've used half of them already and it's only the first morning. We have another three days of this. Do you think one word will get you through the rest of the week? Because if you use all your amber words, there'll only be the red word left to use. And if you have to use that, all of this ends. At least for this holiday."

I looked at Mom. It was hard, I know, but if she only played it safe, she wasn't going to get the most pleasure out of this. This was Scotland. No one knew us here. It wasn't like we were famous or anything, we weren't recognisable to anyone.

"Come slave. Follow me." I walked up the steps onto the deck above the aft cabin and waited for Mom to follow. Slowly, she poked her head above the hatch.

I went up a few more steps onto the upper deck, directly above the saloon, to where the external steering position was situated. "Now slave. Come now."

Mom climbed the steps to the top deck and looked all around. There were a few boats in the distance, but none close enough to get a good view. It wasn't like there were going to be any zoom-lens paparazzi lying in wait.

"Come sit with me slave." I spread my legs on the seat and pushed myself back as far as I could go. I wanted Mom to sit between my legs, so I tapped the seat where I wanted her to sit.

As she slowly sat her naked ass down between my legs, my cock dug into her back. I reached around her with my hands and felt her nipples. I had to remember she was sitting on that butt plug.

I kissed Mom's neck and ran my tongue down her cheek and into her ear, which I nibbled away at. She turned into me so she could enjoy my touch all the more.

I felt between her legs. They were saturated. Slick like something had exploded inside her. I kept my fingers on the outside of my mother's vagina, not venturing inside and not arousing her clit, but just rubbing my fingers through her pubic hair and exploring the folds of her outer labia and the soft, saggy portions of her inner labia which protruded forthwith.

"Slave. What did you think about when I left you this morning?"

"Master?"

"What was on your mind? Tell me your thoughts."

"Master, I ..."

"It's alright slave. You can tell your Master anything. I won't be mad."

"Master, I wondered what it would be like to have people watching me. Watching me naked, trying to pleasure myself. The thought turned me on."

"Secretly you wanted it?"

"Yes Master."

"You thought about people standing on that towpath, being able to see inside, being able to see your most intimate parts, bare and exposed. The idea of that thrills you doesn't it?"

"Oh yes Master, more than anything."

"What if I told you people were watching you?"

"But Master, they couldn't have seen in. The windows are tinted."

"Yes. And it was very difficult to see inside anything more than a shadow. But when I pressed my face to the glass, I could see inside clearly. And when I had you press your body to the glass, I could see you clearly from outside."

"Master ..." Mom's breath became ragged with excitement.

"And so could everyone else."

"M..." Mom choked her words and I didn't want her using a safe word, so I unhooked her collar from around her neck.

"Mom ..."

"Babes? People ... saw ... me?"

I wrapped my arms around my mother and held her quivering body.

"People saw you Mom. And they thought you were beautiful. They could hardly take their eyes off you."

"How many people Babes?"

"Eight or nine."

"Eight or nine? Oh my God. Oh. Oh God. What have I done?"

"How do you feel Mom? Excited?" I put my hands in her pussy and it felt like a river flowing in there.

"Oh Babes, I just don't know. I would never have ... oh my God, what I did. It was so obscene. People saw that?"

"People filmed that Mom."

"Oh ..." Mom got to her feet and began to pace around. "Oh fucking hell. Oh fucking hell, fucking hell, fucking hell."

"Mom, do you want to see the video I filmed?"

Mom stopped dead in her tracks.

"You filmed a video too? You're not just trying to scare me?"

"No Mom. I filmed a video too. And you were beautiful. You are beautiful. And I love you and I hope you can forgive me. You have to know, I only did it because I felt it was right for you, that it was what you secretly wanted but were too afraid to ask for."

"Oh Babes." She started to cry.

"Mom, I'm so sorry. Forgive me. Please. Forgive me. I couldn't bare it if I lost your love. I'm sorry Mom. Please tell me you still love me."

Mom came and sat down in my arms and held me.

"Please Mom. I didn't do it for me. I did it for you. And I did it for us."

"How could you think that you could lose my love Babes? That will never happen. Never. Not ever."

"So you're not mad?"

"Let me see the video first before I decide that."

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Chapter 14

As I sat naked in my son's arms and watched the video, I was overcome with emotion. I think I would have cried at my ordeal, but I was having some kind of out of body experience. I was filled with lust for this poor woman who was on display to all these ogling eyes. She was making a complete exhibition of herself and God knows where those videos were going to end up. But that woman was me. And it was her vulnerability in all this that was turning me on. I thrust my fingers into my vagina as my son held his cell phone up to my eyes.

"Oh my God. You let someone else on board?" I said as I saw a woman stepping onto the boat. "Wait a sec ... I thought I could smell perfume. I thought it was ... oh my God, it wasn't me? I thought my sex was overpowering it and that's why it didn't smell quite right. It was another woman. Oh my fucking Aunt Judy."

And then she was touching me and I felt my son's hand join my own at my pussy. He began to stimulate my clit as I plunged ever deeper inside and used fingers on both my hands to slop around inside.

"She's the one that slapped me?"

He moved his hand up to my breast and began to touch my nipple, all the while holding the small cell phone in front of my face.

My orgasm was here, I was coming. I was coming and I felt like I was never going to stop. I could hardly catch my breath. That poor, exposed woman, I thought. She's me. Oh God. I came. I came like crazy. I was gushing. Whatever it was between my legs, it was slathering all over the boat. It was oozing out of me and with each pulse of my private parts came an intense wave of pleasure. It was permeating throughout my whole body causing me to writhe in exquisite ecstasy. Never in my life had I felt anything remotely like this before. I had never imagined such a feeling was possible. And I just kept on coming. And another woman was making her way on board, kissing the first one, then coming down into the cabin to be with me.

And I knew what was about to happen. She had begun by slapping my ass cheeks. Which she was doing now. I was whimpering, tears were flooding from my eyes, bodily secretions were flooding from between my thighs. Oh God, I can't take it. I was panting, my breasts were heaving, my breath was shallow and rapid, I was flushed all over. I was on fire. And I was outside masturbating and being masturbated by my son. In public. Outdoors. She was slapping my breasts.

I remembered in the boat, when I thought my son had slapped my vulva. That feeling was so intense I had nearly, but not quite, come. But seeing it, watching it, touching myself, being touched now, orgasm upon orgasm upon beautiful orgasm washing over me like an unrelenting tidal wave. God, I was going to fucking blow up. I screamed. At top of my lungs. I screamed out loud.

"I'm commmMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG."

Screamed?

I fucking roared!

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Chapter 15

I had to hold Mom up and keep her from falling. I thought she was having some sort of a fit. She was convulsing uncontrollably. I thought I knew what a female orgasm entailed from last night, when I had fingered my Mom's pussy with a vibrator. I didn't know shit.

I'd like to say it was ten times more intense. But this was off the scale. This was some scary shit. And I'd never been more envious in my life.

I always thought women came off worse than men when it concerned orgasms and their intensity. I mean, they just didn't have the parts, did they? They didn't have a penis. They had some tiny little thing that was like one small chunk of just the tip of a man's penis.

And it wasn't like they could work it in the same way. All they could do was rub across it. I'd tried that with my own penis once or twice, seeing if I could simulate a female orgasm from my own body.

I would tuck my cock down between my legs so that just the tip was showing and then just rub my palm or my fingers across the top of it. Without the ability to slide up and down, it just wasn't the same. It was even quite sensitive doing it that way.

But I was sure I had a female orgasm inside me somewhere and I just had to keep trying for it. Even taking my shaft in my hand and pressing hard into my cock head with my other hand and rubbing across it, harsh and rapid like I'd seen women do. All it did was cause pain and that pain would soon become unbearable. It was just too sensitive to be so violent with my baby.

And so I never found out if it was indeed possible for a man to have a woman's orgasm. I just figured, women got that same feeling that I got and mistook unbearable sensitivity for pleasure.

Because I've got to say, when I masturbate and when I come, I'm pretty quiet. I barely make a sound. Women are noisy. They're screamers. And when I rubbed my cock in that unusual way, I cried out too. But not in ecstasy – in pain.

So I really did think that's what women got to experience. Faced with that or nothing, well, it was probably better than nothing. It did at least feel sexual in some way, even if it wasn't particularly pleasant.

Women would never get to feel that moment of inevitability, then a few moments later, that surge, then climax as we shot our load.

I'd even experienced different kinds of orgasm. Every so often I would have what I would refer to as a 'double cum' – simply put, I'd get that moment of inevitability, but the surge wouldn't be present. I'd go straight to orgasm instead, albeit without ejaculating and my dick would remain hard and not go all sensitive on me like it would during the refractory period after a normal cum. I could keep going, having something of a plateau to enjoy and then anywhere between maybe twenty seconds and ten minutes, another feeling of inevitability, then that surge, then another climax and finally my load would shoot out, more voluminous than ever.

I was able to have multiple orgasms, well, two anyway, very occasionally – and by that I mean four or five times a year perhaps. If the perfect normal orgasm was rated a five, a double cum – or a sensational double cum, more like, would rate a seven on a scale of five.

But women. If the feeling they got from massaging their clit was the same as what I got trying to simulate my own female orgasm, then that was like a nought point two on my scale of five. And I kind of felt sorry for them. I really did.

It was better than nothing I suppose. And if they'd never known what it was like to have a man's orgasm, then perhaps that nought point two was like a five to them.

But as I struggled to keep my Mom from spontaneously combusting on the deck before me, I knew I just had to be wrong. If what Mom was having was a five in her book, my seven seemed like a nought point two in comparison. And I really envied her.

I'd never lost control like that. If I hadn't been there to hold onto my Mom, she would have been overboard and Nessie would have come to see what all the splashing was about.

For the first time in my life, I really wanted to be a woman.

No. I wanted to be a lesbian. Have the best of both worlds. I laughed to myself. I was such a typical man – and all men were lesbians at heart. That's why we loved them so much. We didn't give a shit about gay guys. The sight of two blokes kissing was enough to make us want to puke our guts out. But lesbians – we loved lesbians. Kind of the dumbest irony imaginable. We lusted after the very creature that by definition had no interest in us. God, how stupid were men?

Mom finally stopped seizing after about five minutes and began to calm down and open her eyes. By this point we were lying on the deck, completely out of sight of anyone except passing spy satellites. I smiled at her.

"Wow Mom. That was intense."

The way she looked at me. In that moment, it was raw passion, plainly evident in her eyes. She grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers and stuck her tongue down my throat, almost fucking me with it.

As I leaned over her, my fingers went and located her clit.

"No!" she snapped, slapping my hand away. "No Babes. Mommy can't take anymore down there. It would probably kill me."

"It was that good?"

She burst into tears and sobbed in my arms.

"That was the best orgasm of my life Babes. And it wasn't with your father, it wasn't on my own. It was with you. I've never experienced anything remotely like that before Babes."

She was genuinely sobbing. Tears were running off her face. She lifted her hand to her eyes and squeaked. "Hold me."

I wrapped myself around my Mom and gently rocked her back and forth in my arms. This was the greatest moment in my Mom's sexual life. And it was mine too.

I may not have experienced an orgasm of my own, but whatever Mom had had, it transcended her own body and seeped into mine. Spiritually, emotionally, I had finally experienced part of a female orgasm. My whole body was quivering. And I positively glowed from the inside out, contented like never before.

We called it a day for today. Mom couldn't take anymore. She wasn't likely to derive any sexual pleasure from playing games for the rest of the day, so we just enjoyed the day as mother and son as we boated about Loch Ness, on the lookout for a monster.

We had a good day. A real good day. One for the history books. And whether we were out on deck, or inside the cabin, we were real close, continuously touching, barely letting go of one another for an instant; toilet breaks, the only exception.

As night fell and we moored up on the north side, we had a few drinks and fell asleep, fully clothed, in each other's arms, in the saloon at the dinette.

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Chapter 16

For the second morning in succession, my son and I were awakened together.

"Hello?"

My son kissed me on my cheek. I brushed him away.

"George? Is that you? The reception's terrible."

When my son realised it was his father on the telephone, he straightened himself up and shuffled over in the seat. I had to smile. We had gone beyond what any mother and son should, but I had no regrets. My new relationship with my son had become an intrinsic part of my life that I wasn't about to give up without a fight. George filled me in on his last few days and checked that we were both okay.

"Yes honey. I'll tell him. George? George?"

"Tell him what Mom?"

I smiled at my boy and kissed him on his cheek as way of apology for brushing him aside. "Your father said he wants you to take extra special care of me."

The look in my boy's eyes was priceless. And we were thinking the exact same thing.

"You're looking a little overdressed this morning Mom. Or is it underdressed?" he asked, swirling my slave collar around in his hand.

"Can I at least have some breakfast first?"

"Hmn, I don't know Mom. I'm thinking not."

"Babes, please. I'll play, I will, but let me get cleaned up first, washed and made up."

"Sorry Mom. On with the collar, off with the clothes."

The little bugger. I loved him. A minute later, I was naked and collared. And already I was feeling excitement sweep all over my body.

"Can I please put on my make up Master?"

"No slave. You may not. You're too beautiful just as you are. Permission denied."

"Yes Master." He said the sweetest things. And I guess, if I was going to be chained to the inside of the boat today, it didn't really matter. No one was going to see me. Or were they? I just had to wonder about what my son had in store for me today.

Once again, he left me alone in the boat while he went searching for a shop on the quieter, north side of Loch Ness, but this time, I wasn't on public display, much to my chagrin.

When he returned about half an hour later, he was terribly excited. He had a newspaper and a pint of milk, but he also had an idea in his head. He relieved me of my slave status temporarily as he filled me in on his plan – and I nearly wet myself. He was trying to get me to use up all my safe words, I just knew he was.

"I didn't see anyone on my way there. I didn't see anyone on my way back. When I got there, I had to wake the woman up. She was asleep with her knitting on her lap. Mom ... if you're ever going to be naked in public, this is as easy as it's ever going to get."

I can't really describe what I was feeling. I think if I had to choose just one word, it would be trepidation. But that would do a disservice to all the other words I was feeling too. I wanted to do it. And even though I was scared to death, I was thrilled by the sense of danger and the capacity for it all to go horribly wrong somewhere along the way. I was going to do it.

My son gave me the choice as his mother, not as his slave. My acceptance of the collar was to be my acceptance of his plan.

Shortly afterwards, we stepped out of the boat, my son locking up. I stepped onto dry land completely in the buff. Except for my collar, my leash and a pair of trainers. I was outdoors, nude.

There was no towpath anywhere near where we had moored, just fields, hedgerows and a glorious view to the south. As my son led me through the Scottish countryside, I felt absolutely fantastic. Liberated is not a strong enough word. I was rambling naked in public. It was great.

A short while later, we came to a lane. My son had said he'd walked along it for a quarter of a mile and nothing had come his way or the other. He hadn't seen a soul. At the end of the lane was a post office and about five houses scattered here and there.

My son left me chained to the hook outside the post office that said 'Dogs' on it. Charming, I thought. But as he went inside and left me standing there out in the open, I couldn't help but start to finger myself. This was such a delicious fantasy. And my son took his time too. He was a good five minutes in the store, but all he came out with was a book of stamps. And he'd caught me again.

He looked into my eyes and felt between my legs with his own hand, bold as brass he pushed his finger up inside me and crouched to his knees. He pulled his finger out and licked it. Shaking his head, he put his finger back inside me. I was oozing sex and I knew it.

Standing up, he put his finger in my mouth for me to taste. I sucked on his finger and was reluctant to let it go. If he'd put his finger inside me again, out here in the open, effectively in the post office doorway, I would surely have begun to climax.

"Come slave."

He led me across the road to a public bench.

"Assume the position. Ten spanks for you. You're a very naughty slave. I must remember to cuff you when we get back."

"Yes Master."

I can't describe the joy I felt, bent over my son's knee, in public, outside a shop where someone was inside, stark naked, being spanked. It was heaven.

My son had said he wouldn't be able to take me to the imaginary 'Sessia', but this was surely the next best thing. I mean, this was real, this was happening. And happening to me. How far I had come, from reading about this kinky stuff on the internet to actually living the dream. I didn't care about anything else in the world right now, because, simply put, nothing else mattered. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity and I wasn't going to pass it up, acting like a middle-aged, prudish, stick-in-the-mud. I was going to fucking enjoy myself while I could. You go girl, I thought to myself as my son allowed me to return to my feet, before leading me off back down the lane towards our boat.

He took out the book of stamps from his pocket. We needed some for the postcards, but we didn't need a dozen. He'd bought an assortment – six first and six second class.

He tore off a first class stamp and held it to my tongue for me to lick it. Then he slapped it on my already sore ass.

Then he tore another one but licked that one himself. He slapped it on my left breast. The next I licked and he slapped it on my other breast. He licked the next one and that one found my other ass cheek. I hope he wasn't planning on posting me somewhere.

Two left of the first class stamps. He tore them to have one in each hand. I licked the stamp he held out for me which he carefully stuck dead centre, just above my pubic hair. I smiled at him. He was such a cutie.

The final stamp he put on his lips and lightly brought them to my own. I just touched the bottom of the stamp with my tongue to taste that awful substance, when he pulled back and kissed me on the mouth, sticking the stamp over my lips.

"It's all first class slave. It's all first class with you."

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Chapter 17

True to my word, I cuffed Mom as soon as we got back to the boat. I decided to experiment a little with the sex shop goodies. After putting the cuffs and belt on Mom, I attached her left wrist to the right side of her belt and her right wrist to the left side of her belt in a way so as to accentuate her boobage.

Not content with merely lifting her boobs out, I decided to get a little bit adventurous, improvising with some rope I found on deck. I was no expert, but seeing as I wasn't intending suspending her from the rafters, I relied on good old common sense and didn't wrap or tie anything too tight. When I was done with Mom, her boobs looked like cartoon eyes on stalks. They were a completely different colour from the rest of her body, but she assured me, they were fine.

Next up, some clothes pegs I'd brought from home. I teased her first, placing one on her labia, but then settled for one on each nipple. She didn't particularly like that at first, but I told her she had to give them a chance.

Next up was the rather messy procedure of inserting the butt plug, though what Mom didn't know was that it vibrated. I just hadn't turned it on yesterday.

After washing my hands, I again delved into my case. She hadn't yet seen all that I had purchased. I was hoping to be able to punish her for some form of insolence, but the only thing I could legitimately punish her for was feeling herself up outside the post office.

I know I'd given her a spanking for that, but I had said that I would have to take a more preventative stance to deal with that problem in the future. And it was my intention to deny her any orgasms until tomorrow night. I had hopes that she might be so gagging for it, she might allow me to – well, I'd just have to wait and see and play it by ear.

Anyway, I had a ball gag. Mom's eyes lit up the instant she saw it. She knew exactly what it was.

"Master? Have I done something wrong?"

I just smiled at her as I positioned it in her mouth and tied it behind her head. "Not yet slave, but I'm sure it won't be too long now."

I finished her ensemble off with the blindfold.

"Mom ..." I didn't refer to her as slave because I wanted her to know something important. "I think we're up to 'Liz' next, aren't we? Well, seeing as you have that gag in your mouth and you're blindfolded, so I can't see your eyes, the signal will be lifting your left leg as high in the air as you can and stamping your right foot. Okay Mom? Nod, if that's okay."

She nodded. So I led her from the saloon, down the steps into her cabin and helped her onto her bed.

"Lie down slave and don't move. I want to take some pictures of you."

A few minutes later, I had all the snaps I, I mean Mom, would want. And I took off all my clothes so I was naked. Mom had had the orgasm to end all orgasms yesterday and to say I'd been envious was an understatement. But regardless, I wanted my own orgasm right now, but I also wanted to tease Mom, by bringing her to the boil and denying her at the last.

I lay on the bed between her legs and spread them a bit. Then I licked her. It was the first time I'd done that, so I stopped and looked for the signal. When it didn't materialize, I licked her again, probing deeper with my tongue.

Far from being upset, she appeared to be enjoying it. But I wasn't going to pleasure her. I knelt over her next and took one of the pegs off her nipple and immediately started tugging it. Then I slapped her boob, before kissing it. It was the first time I'd done that too. I licked all around her areola, then blew on it. Then slapped it. Then replaced the peg.

Next I plunged my fingers inside her pussy, two at first, but then I added a third and finally a fourth. When they were all in there, I rotated my hand and watched her react. She lifted both her thighs, but her feet remained firmly on the bed, her toes curling and digging into the sheets.

I was only inside her about twenty seconds. Removing my hand, I slapped her pussy, then buried my fingers in her pubes and tugged away at them.

Again, I switched my focus of attention. Now I licked her face, those parts of it I had access to. I licked her lower lip and chin, nibbled on her ear, then engulfed her whole nose with my mouth and began licking her nostrils. Her head flinched to the side and I looked for the signal. Then carried on.

Aware that she needed her nostrils to breathe with that ball gag in her mouth, I concentrated on just licking one nostril, even trying to shove my tongue up there. As I was doing so, I reached between her legs and switched on the butt plug.

She nearly jumped clean off the bed. I smiled and looked for the signal. I then removed the peg from her other breast and began to kiss that one. I had placed the clit massager on my finger and slid the switch to turn that on too. Instead of touching her vagina with it, I ran it over her breast, which was the most tender shade of bright pink I'd ever seen.

I wanted to get her sexed up, but I didn't want to push her over the edge. I definitely intended only to tease her all day today and tomorrow and deny her any release.

I wasn't going to deny me any release though. And so I shut down the butt plug, I shut down the finger massager and I gave her pussy one more lick, just teasing each side and up to her hood, but not venturing inside or onto her clit.

I then knelt between her legs and started to jerk off my dick. This was a real life porno, right in front of my eyes and this was the one true love of my life, my Mom.

She must have known what I was doing, right there between her legs. Indeed, she even raised her head to 'see' why I had stopped pleasuring her. I decided to stand up off the bed and push her legs together. I then straddled her arms and belly so my erect cock and balls hovered just over her bright pink boobs. I snapped off both pegs, slapped each breast and shoved my dick in between the two.

There was a lot of rope in there, so I made sure to squeeze her boobs, such that my dick was able to slide comfortably between them. I turned around and looked for the signal. There was none.

I could only ascertain that Mom was okay with me masturbating myself on her. After all, yesterday and the day before, she had allowed herself to be masturbated by me. It was only fair that I should get my go too.

I sensed however, that if my cock were to end up anywhere near her vadge, the signal would go up like a flare. So I stayed away from it, but did take to reaching behind me, either to give her a brief finger or a quick slap.

I was very near coming, so finished myself off with my hand and aimed my spunk all over Mom's breasts. Wow. Fucking A Mom. Fucking A.

I was spent and my milky white sperm covered Mom's titties. It was such a contrast, like strawberries and cream.

I reached behind her head and untied her ball gag, carefully removing it from her mouth. I then kissed her lips and immediately felt her tongue reaching for my own. I slunk back down and began to lick my load off Mom's right breast, scooping up as much as I could and held it in my mouth. I then kissed her again, open mouthed and her tongue instinctively reached inside to suck out all my salty goodness.

Mom was insatiable, she couldn't get enough of it, her tongue was frantically digging inside my own mouth. She wanted more, more, more.

I placed my right hand on her left breast and scooped up more of my sperm with my fingers and put those in her mouth. She sucked and slathered, trying for every last bit of my semen. Game on Mom. Game on.

I managed to collect one last handful of sperm and instead of putting it in her mouth, I rubbed it all around the outside of her mouth instead, on her chin, her cheeks, even her nose. I sat back and watched Mom's tongue work its way out of her mouth to try and get another taste. It was then that I looked down at my dick which was receding fast and noticed the last few drops squeezing up to the tip, so I knelt over Mom's face and lowered my cock, little by little as her tongue delved around outside of her mouth to find every last morsel of her son's sperm.

Just a little lower, then boom. She licked my cock. Her tongue went back inside her mouth, but I remained in place, hovering over her. A few seconds later, she tentatively began to stick her tongue out again and again it went back inside her mouth.

Then all of a sudden, her tongue was on my cock and she lifted her head and closed her mouth all around my shaft and began frantically sucking on me. There was no way on Earth that she didn't know what she was doing. And she was okay with that.

Even though I was unable to get another erection, I did enjoy the feel of Mom's mouth and tongue on my cock for a few minutes longer. Replacing the ball gag, I removed her blindfold.

I stayed kneeling above my Mom's face so she could get a look at just what she'd been sucking. Then she began lifting her head so that the ball gag touched my penis. She chomped down around it as if longing to have my penis back in her mouth again. She tilted her head from side to side so she could caress my member with the sides of her face and chin and nose.

I lay down on Mom, being careful to keep my dick away from her pussy. I looked into her eyes as I kissed her face, then just lay, doing nothing but gazing into her eyes. I rubbed my nose on hers like Eskimos and went back down between her legs.

I switched the butt plug back on and also the clit massager and went to work bringing Mom to just below the boil. I brought her to 99 degrees, purely using these battery operated stimulators. Then when I felt her climax was close, I stopped what I was doing.

I untied Mom from all her accoutrements and left just her cuffs which I fastened to the front of her collar. I didn't want her masturbating while I was gone. I ordered her to stay on the bed while I went and levered out the spikes that secured our boat to land. And headed off north easterly.

When we were well on our way, I went and fetched Mom and brought her to sit in the saloon. I was driving from the inside helm and liked having her sat naked at the dinette. We made our way up the Caledonian Canal and it wasn't long before I had to get out and leave Mom inside while I went and moored up in the first loch. There was a loch keeper on hand to operate the sluices and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't see Mom through the tinted windows.

I felt it was time Mom had a turn at the wheel, so I released one of her hands so she could steer, then I took off my clothes and curled up on the dinette and started masturbating again, just watching Mom driving.

Every so often I would command her to look at me, then command her to look away. It was my intention to really rub it in that I was getting sexual satisfaction, while Mom was only getting sexually frustrated.

When I came, I squeezed my foreskin tight shut at the moment of ejaculation. I always loved the way that felt – urgent, pressurized, captive. I then got up and walked over to Mom, holding my dick out in front of me.

"Slave. Clean me up."

"Yes Master."

Mom got down from the helm while I took the wheel and carefully, she took the bunched foreskin between her thumb and forefinger and slid her mouth around it. When she released her grip, my tadpoles unloaded into her mouth and she began to suck on my penis once more. She rolled back my foreskin with her free hand and sucked and slopped away merrily on my softening cock.

We then hit a series of five consecutive lochs as we entered Inverness, so I gave Mom the order to go get dressed, but leave her slave collar on.

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Chapter 18

My son had ordered me dressed as we approached Inverness. "No underwear slave," he had said.

I didn't have a huge amount of clothes with me, we had basically packed to keep warm but stay prepared for fine weather, such was the nature of British summers. My son had said he wasn't releasing me as his slave, but I should put on a dress as we would get dinner in town.

I had only one warmish dress with me, a shirt dress in deep grey. It fell to just below my knees and would button to the collar if need be. I came out into the saloon with the top three buttons undone, still displaying my slave collar around my neck.

"Here slave."

I marched to my son. He lifted the hem of my dress up high so he could check that I wasn't wearing any underwear. He rubbed my bottom with his hands and gave me a playful slap. He spun me around and placed his hand inside my dress to cup my breasts and tease my nipples.

The thing that I found most remarkable about this last week, was how easily we had transitioned from mother and son to slave and master and indeed, to sexual accomplices. I still looked at him as my son, my Babes, but I thought of him sexually as well now. He was the greatest sexual partner of my life and I felt truly spoiled by his affection for me.

I know it could never be, it would be a paradox or some such, but I was in little doubt that had I met my son at the same time I met his father, if the two could have ever coexisted at the same age at the same time, then it would be my son that I would have chosen to spend my life with. I had fallen in love with my son; but I was still aware of my duties as his mother.

"Hmn. Let me see," he said. "I'm not sure about the collar slave. Not on the streets of Inverness anyway. I wouldn't want someone mistaking you for a goth or punk or whatever. But I need a way to maintain your subservience ... as a slave."

"Yes Master."

He approached me and unfastened my slave collar. Then after looking at me again, he proceeded to do up my top three buttons. "I've had to improvise slave. Like you improvised with that first collar of yours. From now on, when we go out in public together and I allow you to wear clothes, you will always make sure you are wearing a shirt so you can do up your collar and demonstrate the necessary subservience."

"Yes Master."

"And remind me to buy you a tie to wear with it, to act as a leash."

"Yes Master."

"Okay. Let's go."

We caught the bus from our mooring into the centre of town. We sat at a sideways facing seat above the rear wheel arch and an oldish man wearing sunglasses sat opposite. He was older than my son and I put together and it was getting dark out, so the sunglasses seemed a little odd.

Next thing I knew, my son was adjusting my dress, raising it up my leg, ever higher to expose both my knees, which were together, as was only ladylike my mother always taught me, though it was a hard lesson for her to teach and an even harder one for me to learn.

"Legs apart slave," he whispered in my ear. I had to obey.

I looked dead ahead at this man in sunglasses. As my knees drew further apart, his head drooped and he started to lick his lips. What a seedy old fart, I thought. But was excited nevertheless.

One stop later we alighted the bus and walked to the restaurant my son had picked out. We had a table for two and I sat opposite my son. Dinner conversation was virtually non existent. I was not permitted to speak unless spoken to.

About half way through the main course, I felt my son's foot stroke my leg. It worked its way up until it was under my dress and didn't stop until it was touching my vulva.

"Remove my sock, slave."

"Yes Master."

He ran his toe through my pubic hair and tried to tear out clumps by curling his toes and tugging. I grimaced when he was successful, but it was no more unpleasant than plucking a few eyebrows. Sexually however, it didn't do a lot for me, only the knowledge that my son had his foot in my patch provided any thrill at all. He could have just stuck his toe inside me and done us both a favour instead.

"Slave. Take off your shoe and put your foot on my penis."

"Yes Master." He'd already unzipped his fly and was sporting a healthy boner. Thank God for tablecloths, I thought.

My son did not permit me to have dessert. He ordered two, one for each of us, but I had not been given permission to eat mine. And he'd ordered two of my favourites – profiteroles and panna cotta. I just had to sit and watch him devour both of them before my salivating lips.

While he took care of the bill, he ordered me to the bathroom and told me to come out with the entire bottom half of my dress unbuttoned, from my waist down. And I was to make no attempt either to cover up or deliberately cause it to open up.

He led me out of the restaurant on his arm. Immediately encountering the fresh night air, my dress blew open and gave a couple walking towards us cause to raise their eyebrows. As we passed, the female of the couple told me I might want to check my dress. "Thank you Madam," was all I was allowed to reply.

Inverness at night, in June, is not exactly thriving. It's not London. It's not even Grimsby. So as we walked through ever lonelier streets, my son would ask me to undo another button on my dress and considering there were only six in the top half and one of those was my collar, it wasn't long until all of my buttons were undone, except for my collar.

To be fair, my son did play fair. He allowed me to feel naughty walking through the lamp lit streets, but whenever someone got near, he would take me in his arms and kiss me passionately until they past by, his tongue in my mouth accompanied by his hand on my breast. I was fucking loving it. This was fun, but without real danger attached. I don't know, maybe my son was right – by the end of this week, maybe I would lose my inhibitions about being naked in public.

Back on the boat, he had me stripped naked and back in my collar in no time. And I was to spend the night in his room, but I was to be cuffed so that I couldn't touch myself. And I needed to touch myself or be touched. I was desperate. It had been 36 hours since my last orgasm and I'd been naked in public twice today already.

My son got naked too. I liked seeing him that way. He wasn't in the least bit shy around me. And he had a nice penis. It was a funny old thing. I'd seen it in various states over the course of the day. Yesterday, when I saw it flaccid, I thought it was rather large, but having had a chance to eyeball it a bit more today, I realised it really wasn't all that big at all; his Dad's was much bigger.

George was what you might term a 'shower'. He was about five inches soft and about six hard. His son on the other hand was about five inches semi-hard, which is why I had been impressed by him yesterday. I thought, like father, like son. Erect, my son was maybe an inch bigger than his father.

But curiously enough, when my son was soft, truly soft, like after an orgasm, his willy actually shrivelled up quite small. To only about two inches, I would say. I would guess that most men with a small package like that would be shy around women and no doubt other guys as well, but not my son. I'd seen his willy at two inches, at five and at seven and he had felt absolutely no shame. His cock was very pretty, smooth, blemish free and not in the least bit veiny.

Okay, so when it did shrink back, he had a lot of foreskin overhang, semi-hard, he looked just like his father. But sticking out and pleased to see me, that foreskin slid back over his penis head and didn't have a lot of slack left over in his shaft skin. He was most certainly a 'grower' and if my Maths was correct, he grew by 250%, while his father grew by – twenty?

And he was masturbating. I was so envious. He wasn't going hell for leather, but he was playing with it gently, not stroking as such, more fiddling with it, flopping it about from side to side, making it grow, but it still wasn't hard.

I was laying flat on my back, collar around my neck, belt around my waist and my cuffs were clipped onto my belt. I couldn't have touched myself if I tried.

Next thing I knew, he was coming over to my side of the V shaped berths, but he was getting himself into the 69 position. He straddled my head and dropped his hardening penis into my mouth, then fell further forward to sink his tongue into my genital region, separating my thighs to lick between them.

I began to suck his cock, but was unable to use anything but my mouth on it. I loved the way it tasted, salty, yet sweet. And I was so grateful his balls were shaved. I had thought about shaving my own nether region ever since I read those stories online, but was afraid of what George would think of me.

As he gently lapped away at my crotch, I prayed for more vigour. But he was my master and it wasn't my place to ask. My purpose was to please master and my pleasure was at his discretion. His for the giving, his for the taking away. And I had a sneaking suspicion, he intended taking it away from me today.

Still, I sucked and lapped at his cock for all I was worth, hopeful that if I did a good job, he would see fit to reward me. When he did come, about ten minutes later, I was barely halfway stimulated. Pleasurable though it all was, I wasn't anywhere near an orgasm. To be perfectly honest, I was hardly any more aroused than I would be, if I were having sex with my husband.

I got to swallow all of my son's hot, white cum though and I couldn't help but think of singing that song with him in the car on our way to Cornwall the previous month.

As I squeezed the last few drops of his spunk out of his shrivelling cock, he got up off the bed and pulled me close to the edge of my berth so he could pull my one leg over onto the other berth. I was assuming the position. Last time I was splayed like this in front of another man, he was wearing a lab coat and inserted a speculum. I had a coil fitted that day, an I.U.D. I couldn't feel it, I couldn't see it, though the doc assured me all that was visible were two hair's width wires. The only real difference I had noticed were that my periods tended to be a tad heavier on the second day. Other than that, George and I could have condom and pill free sex.

Oh God.

I felt him blowing on me. My mind had been elsewhere. He blew onto my vulva, tracing the line of my labia, up and down. Didn't he know that if you blew on a fire, all you did was fan the flames? I looked down at him, looking back at me. His tongue was out of his mouth, fluttering in and out. But he wasn't contacting my parts at all. Was he waiting for me to rise up to him? I hoped so.

I raised my hips and met his tongue head on. He just held it out and forced me to do all the work. He just knelt there on the floor, leaning towards me, tongue waiting.

I pushed onto him and wriggled around on his tongue, making him lap up my inner thigh, then trace my labia up to my hood, but every time I tried to make him lick my clit, his tongue receded back into his mouth. So long as I didn't try that, his tongue remained on offer and I continued to lift myself to his face to pleasure myself. Ten minutes of that and I was at about 80%.

Five minutes more and my breasts were heaving, my breathing was ragged and I was close to the edge. I was slick with juices, when he raised his head just a little bit more and began blowing cold air onto me. Every time I raised my vulva to his face, he pulled away, then as I relaxed, he would blow on me. Oh please Master, I'm so close. Please won't you take me all the way?

But it was no use begging. I just wasn't getting any tonight.

He teased me mercilessly until I stopped begging for it. Then he settled me back onto my side of the bed and pulled the covers over me. He settled into his side and pulled the covers over his naked body.

"Goodnight slave."

"Goodnight Master," I said, tingles fluttering around my whole body. There was nothing I could do. I was helpless. Utterly dependant on him for my pleasure. And he had denied me.

I hadn't long been asleep. It had taken me forever to drift off in the state I was in, but I had the impression I'd been asleep for a few minutes at best. When I felt his hand on me. Or, in me, I should say. Oh yes please. Please Master, make me come.

He shook his fingers inside me, still not touching my clit, but I think I'd remained at about 40% sexed up and I was rising rapidly, when once again, he just stopped. His hand was gone and I struggled to find my way back to slumber.

This went on throughout the night. I don't know how he was doing it, but I saw dawn's early light before I got any real sleep that night. He must have come to me five times, each time he utilised a different stimulus, be it his tongue, or his fingers, on my vulva, on my breasts. He even pushed my covers to one side and lay on top of me and I felt his penis pulsating between my legs, tapping at my vulva, though he didn't try to enter. He just kissed me for twenty minutes as he lay there, feeling his cock throb against my petals.

He actually fell asleep himself while doing this and we spent the remainder of the night with just the heat from our entwined naked bodies to keep us warm.

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Chapter 19

Mom was tired. I hadn't given her much chance to sleep last night. I had set my cell phone to buzz silently at regular intervals to wake me. I felt pretty good and well rested. As I looked at Mom's naked body, I decided to wake her with a smile on her face.

I carefully positioned myself between her legs and felt around in her pubes for her clit hood. I would have to get Mom to do something about those pubes before very much longer. They were spoiling my view.

Anyway, I managed to release her clit from its hiding place and began sucking on it, teasing it with my tongue, licking around in circles, up and down, side to side, changing it up a little. A nibble here, a blow there. But mostly I was sucking. I liked the feel of it in my mouth. It was soft, yet hard and a thorough delight to have access to. I loved Mom's clit.

Mom started to moan and I felt her press upwards onto my face. I guess she was awake.

"Morning slave. Sleep well?"

"Eh? Wha...? Oh. Yes Master. Thank you for asking."

"I have a treat for you today slave. It involves sensory deprivation, nudity and trust. Do you trust me slave?"

"Yes Master. With my life."

That was all I needed to know. I was anxious to get back to the same place we'd moored at the day before, where I had taken Mom for a nude stroll. But I didn't want to let Mom in on the location. If she knew it was safe, she might not get her thrill, so I blindfolded her immediately and attached her cuffs to the front of her collar. No masturbating for her for a while.

We arrived at my intended destination about four hours later. Mom had asked where we were going without permission to speak, so I had to give her a few swats with the paddle and then gagged her too. But Mom had no idea where we actually were.

The north shore of Loch Ness is not exactly a happening place; it is very beautiful, but not much else. I had happened to notice a tree, near the shore, the day before, that was highly suited to my intentions.

Prior to leaving the boat, I had bent Mom over and inserted her butt plug, I had tied her breasts up with rope to make them stand out straight, I clipped her cuffs to her belt, attached the leash to her collar and led her blindfolded onto dry land.

When we reached the tree, I helped her into position, with her back against it, then began tying her with some mooring rope, around the tree trunk. I tied her legs, her waist and at the top of her chest, above her breasts but under her armpits, all securely knotted behind the tree.

Then I had a change of plan. I had intended to keep Mom blindfolded and leave her, but then come back pretending to be someone else, like a dog walker or something, but seeing her there, I thought better of it. I removed her blindfold and ball gag.

"Slave. I've tied you to a tree. As you can see, you're about thirty feet from shore with a clear view of the loch. Thing is, the loch has a clear view of you too. I have something in mind, but I'm not going to tell you what it is. But ... that means, you're going to have to tell me now if you want to use a safe word. I would prefer it if you didn't, because tonight ... tonight I would like you to have another orgasm. A big one. Maybe an even bigger one than the other day. And if you use the safe word, I don't think you're going to get one. So, do you trust me slave?"

Mom looked at me, into my eyes. I could see fear, but I was certain that fear would soon turn into a thrill. There was some part of her that wasn't letting go.

"Slave, I release you. Mom ... will you do this Mom? Everything will be alright, you'll see. And tonight, you'll have more pleasure than you can handle. So slave, do you want to use a safe word?"

"No Master. I trust you."

"Okay." I put the ball gag back in her mouth, left her blindfold off, then fell to my knees. I ran my fingers through Mom's pubes and then snipped. With a scissors. A big clump of hair. I threw it into the wind. Then another. And another. And so on. Then when I didn't trust myself with the scissors, I took out my shaving foam and brush.

Mom's legs were quivering and she was moaning but with the ball gag in place, I didn't know what she was trying to say. I continued her de-fleecing with my razor, taking extra care until she was bare. I wiped her newly unveiled womanhood with a face towel and kissed her naked skin.

"Beautiful, just beautiful ... slave."

Finally, I reached between her legs to set the butt plug to vibrate on its lowest intensity and rubbed my thumb over her clit for about five minutes. Then I turned around to head back to the boat when another idea popped into my head. I returned to Mom, pulling out my belt as I neared and was delighted to see that it would reach all the way around the tree – and Mom's head.

So I strapped her forehead to the tree to inhibit head movement and walked back to the boat, hopped on board, climbed to the flying bridge and drove away, leaving Mom exposed, shaved and helpless. And looking at me departing.

I stopped the engine about a hundred yards from shore and decided to drop anchor. I then began to film Mom with the camcorder. The zoom on that thing was amazing. I could actually fill the entire frame with her nude pussy, but at that distance, every jitter was magnified and it was virtually impossible to keep a steady image. Even so, I took a few minutes of footage that would no doubt turn Mom on when she saw it. I went back down to the cabin and took off almost all my clothes.

I crept out on deck, keeping my head low and eased myself into the water on the far side, away from Mom. I guess it was time to find out if Nessie was a vegetarian.

I swam in a wide arc to shore, breast stroke, taking care not to splash and kept my head as low in the water as possible. It took me nearly ten minutes to reach shore, out of sight of Mom. I had to quietly creep around to get behind her without seeing me. The intention was to make her think I was on that boat that she could clearly see.

When I eventually made it around to the back of the tree, I could hear quiet sobbing coming from Mom. I wondered if I had gone too far and strongly considered stepping in front of her to release her. But then I heard the faint buzzing of the butt plug and figured she could just be highly aroused. She was after all, nude in public once again only this time she was receiving some stimulation as well.

The belt had been a masterstroke. I only thought of it at the last moment. She would be able to look down with her eyes, but she wouldn't be able to turn her head to the side at all – and see me. As I knelt behind the tree, I snapped off a blade of grass and reached around with my hand to tickle her calf. As I worked my way further up her leg, Mom became aware of something more than, say, a fly. She tried to shake it off.

I started to work higher up her body with the blade of grass, tickling her waist and sides. Mom knew there was something on her because the quiet sobbing had stopped and she was trying to say something but the ball gag prevented it.