My mom whores me out 2

Chapter 2

That night I slept in mom’s bed, no we didn’t fuck any more. I was sexually spent and needed to recharge my batteries for the day ahead. We did cuddle and spoon though. That morning after I took a long shower I drove over to my mom’s friend Sandy’s house. It was a nice spacious place.

When Sandy came to the door she was blushing and already looked embarrassed. I smiled and walked into her living room. Sandy was always a bit quiet and shy but now she was looking at the floor and barely speaking loud enough for me to hear her. Luckily mom had told me what she wanted. It seems Sandy has a bit of a fetish where she likes to be dominated by a man. So I told her in a strong commanding voice, “You know why I’m here?”
In her usual quiet manner, “yes”
“So go upstairs and change into something sexier.” She just stood there not moving. “I know you heard me. Now if you don’t obey me I will punish you.”

This got her attention. She looked at me and started to smile before rushing up stairs. I waited in her living room for a few minutes for her to return. She came back down in black lingerie; she had a black lacy bra with matching thong panties, black stockings, a garter and high heels. She looked like a porn star. She was about my same height but her heels made her tower over me, they also made her large ass sit perfectly on her legs and jiggle when she walked. I could not wait to make that ass jiggle from humping. Her tits were average size so was her figure, but in that moment when she walked in with her sexy new outfit, she was every man’s fantasy.

“Now don’t you feel more comfortable in that outfit?”
“It feels weird wearing it in front of Sarah’s son.”
“Don’t think of me as the son of one of your friends. When I am here, alone with you I am your master. We are not friends we are lovers. You are my sex slave and as thus will obey me completely with out question. Do you understand?”

Again she mumbled under her breath and I could not hear her. “Do you understand!?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what!?”
“Yes Master.”

I had never been called master by a woman before, but I liked it. It made me feel in control. I wondered what it would feel like to really control her. “Slave come her.” she stood in front of me. “Kneel.” She obeyed every command and her shy little smile was now a huge grin. “Do you want to make your master happy?”

“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes master, I want to make you happy.”
“Good, now take out my dick and suck it.”

With out missing a beat she unzipped my fly and was fishing around my pants for my hardening cock. The moment she freed it she opened her mouth and swallowed almost half of it instantly. Sad to say she was not that great of a cocksucker. But she loved it when I gave her commands on how I wanted it. ‘Take it deeper,’ ‘jack it off,’ ‘lick my balls.’ Once I gave her a command she obeyed it. After a few minutes I got tired of her sloppy BJ and told her to stop. “Bend over and stick you ass in the air.”
Once more she obeyed without question or delay. “Did you pay for sex?” she looked over her shoulder sacred at what I asked. I didn’t like the delay in answering so I gave her ass a smack. She jumped with surprise, not pain, when my hand made contact. Her smile reappeared a she revealed in the stinging feeling in her ass.

“You didn’t answer my question.” Another smack, a little harder, but this one she was expecting. “Did you pay for sex?”

“Yes.” Another harder smack. “Yes Master!”
“That’s right. You did pay.” Smack. “That makes you a bad girl. Do you know what I do to bad girls?” smack.

She shook her head but I could tell she loved the feeling of her ass on fire. Smack. “They get punished.” Smack. “Thank you master, I need to be punished.” Smack. “Yes you do.” I took my nails and scratched from her thighs up her ass, leaving four red lines up her curvaceous ass.