I knew my mother was attractive. She always had legions of thirsty men after her, but seeing her naked for the first time… It was no doubt the best experience of my life.

For a woman at thirty-eight, my mother had the body of someone much younger. With remarkably firm and round breasts, and curves flaring to a nice and flat stomach, I briefly wondered why she never bothered to show more of her ridiculous figure. And the best wasn’t even from her upper half. I stared with undeterred lust as my gaze wandered to her cunt, so pretty and pink, and her legs… They were long and perfectly toned.

She looked so fucking perfect.

I didn’t stop myself when my feet moved on their own. Walking forward, I closed the distance to my enthralled mother and before I could think twice, I reached up and cupped her breasts.

A moan filled up the room, but it wasn’t from her. My mother’s expression remained unchanged as I enjoyed myself cupping and pinching those magnificent breasts. They felt so soft and smooth. I have never touched a woman’s chest before, so this was an eye-opening experience.

I was a little on the edge, half expecting my mother to snap awake at any moment. What would run through her mind if she saw her despised son’s hands on her bare breasts while she stood completely nude?

The thought made me giggle.

After a minute of worshiping those wonderful tits, I took a few paces back. My mother’s eyes were still fixated on the stone, which was still feeling very warm on my palms.

I just proved I could change her memories. So, what if…

“Mother,” I said, my voice growing in confidence. “You’re going to think that it’s perfectly normal being naked around the house. And from now on, you’re going to feel nothing but love for your son and you will treat him well.”

When I took a pause, she responded.


I hid the jade behind my back. My mother blinked once, then I saw a sight I never thought I would see in my lifetime.

A smile.

My mother was smiling at me.

“Oh, James,” Her smile was wide, and there was no venom in her voice like I was so accustomed to. She was speaking to me like when she was speaking to her sister, her voice smooth and silky. “What am I doing here?”

She looked down and for a second, I thought she was going to go crazy when she realized she was naked. But instead, she just bent down to pick up her discarded clothes.

“Weird,” she muttered. “Why are my clothes here?”

“Mother,” I said, my emotions a jumbled mess. “Are you okay?”

Her smile didn’t waver. “Of course, sweetie. Why wouldn’t I be?” She looked me up and down and then gestured towards the tent in my pants. “You seem to be a little uncomfortable down there. Why don’t you free yourself and take your pants off.”

What the fuck?

“Take my pants off?” I repeated her words slowly, trying to process what she had just said.

“Yeah,” my mother replied, as if it was no big deal. “Come on, this is our home. Let’s make ourselves comfortable.” With that parting comment, she left my room, and I watched her bare ass swaying left and right.

I didn’t think twice. Setting the jade down, I took off my clothes, sighing when my throbbing hard cock felt fresh air. I followed my mother out.

“There it is, honey,” my mother chatted when she heard me come out. She looked at my cock, and her smile disappeared. “James, honey, you’re leaking a little.”

I looked down. She was right. Pre-cum was oozing out of my tip, and a few drops dripped to the ground. But that was inevitable. Any man would take one look at my naked mother and would react the same.

So much had happened over the last hour I didn’t know what I was feeling. It was a fusion of insane horniness, massive confusion, and crazy excitement, all mixed into one bag.

So, I didn’t know what I was doing when I walked over to my mother and kissed her.

“James!” she shrieked, and pushed me away. Her clothes dropped to the ground. “What the hell?”

Strawberry. She tasted like strawberry.

“What was that?” my mother demanded when I didn’t reply. Her voice was frantic. “Why did you do that?”

I choked out a reply. “I don’t know.”

I could tell she was furious, but it was crazy to see her restraining her anger.

“Okay,” my mother said slowly. She took a deep breath in, and her voice grew calmer. “I can tell you are a little horny, and that’s completely normal for a man of your age. But you can’t focus your sexual energy on me, James. I’m your mother. Find a healthy outlet.”

“It worked.”

“What?” My mother blinked at me, baffled. “What was that?”

I could still taste the strawberries. I licked my lips and let out a soft moan as my tastebuds exploded.

My mother realized what I was doing. She pressed a finger on her lips and wiped the wetness away. “James, I don’t know what’s wrong with you today. But, please, stop acting like this.”

I couldn’t help it. I started laughing.

“James?” my mother’s voice grew worried. “What’s gotten into you today?”

“You said please,” I exclaimed in between fits. “You actually said please.”

“What do you mean?” She walked forward and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “James, could you please tell me what’s going on?”

When I stopped laughing, I looked at my mother. Her green eyes showed concern, an emotion so foreign to me.

“Wait here,” I told her and went to my room. I grabbed the jade from my desk and walked out, the stone hot against my fists.

My mother was waiting for me outside, her expression still full of concern. She started to say something when she saw me, but then she saw the jade and went limp.

The stone worked. Everything that strange lady had told me was true. I knew what I was going to say to my mother before I could try to internalize it. All that was important is that the strange lady had given me something that was going to change my life forever.


I had a small taste of it already, and now I was obsessed with more.

The words lept out from my lips. I didn’t even think twice. I knew what I was going to say was the ultimate form of justice. My mother had been insanely neglectful and abusive towards me my whole life, and for that, she was going to spend the rest of her life repenting for her sins.

I wanted revenge.

“Mother,” I said. For the first time in my life, confidence was overwhelming me. Fuck, it was such a good feeling. “From now on, you will have no problems with me kissing you or touching you. In fact…”

I paused as a thought hit me. Yes, I was going to say it. I wanted to take this to the extreme.

“In fact,” I continued. “You won’t even care if I have sex with you. From now on, you’ll believe your sole purpose in life is to be my slave. You will obey my every command and crave my affection like you never have before. From now on, you are my submissive, obedient slave and every thought you will ever have will be centred around me. You crave my approval and you’re terrified of me ever leaving you.”

My voice was growing louder as I kept talking. I have never felt this powerful… I have never felt this in control.

“You will feel yourself constantly sexually aroused by me. You will crave sex from me, and you find yourself completely addicted to my cum.” The words I was spitting out felt weird to say, but I pushed on. “You cannot ever disobey me, and if you ever try, you will feel unbearable pain. You worship me and love me more than anyone you love in your life. I’m your Master, owner and your God.”

I shut my mouth, panting hard. All the energy I had pent up inside had been let out with that exhilarating speech. My heart was drumming in my chest so hard and fast, I felt like it could burst.

My mother’s unblinking green eyes were still on the jade. Then, slowly, she parted her lips to form a single word.


Realizing that I needed to remove the gem from her sight and that I didn’t have access to a pocket anymore, I placed the gem behind a desk clock, out of sight, and waited.

Time seemed to tick by agonizingly slowly and I tensed up, waiting for some kind of response from my mother, still standing nude and unmoving.

Her fingers twitching was the first indication that she was ‘awake’. My mother started blinking rapidly and her fingers came up and started massaging her temples.

I watched her groan softly from an invisible headache, her eyes closed. My anxiety was sky-high. What was going to happen over the next few moments was going to change my life forever.

Did the stone work? Was my mother now my obedient slave, or were my hopes about to get crushed?

All of my doubts were answered when she finally cracked open her eyes, her greens looking so vivid and clear. Her gaze fell onto me, and I saw a flash of fear and confusion, as if she had just noticed me standing there.

Her voice had changed. It wasn’t the silky rich arrogance when she talked with her associates, nor was it the typical venom-filled tone she had held when addressing me. Instead, she spoke to me in a high pitched voice, like a little girl speaking to her father.


Her eyes immediately dropped from mine, and her head stayed bowed as she made her way towards me and lowered herself to her knees.

“Master, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” She dropped to her hands and started planting reverent kisses on my feet.

I stayed silent, my mind a whirl as I watched my authoritative and frigid mother performing an act that any woman with a shred of self-respect would never do.

“Master?” she muttered, looking up at me, her gaze so innocent, a stark contrast to what I was so used to. Her gaze switched between my throbbing cock and my bewildered eyes. “How may I serve you today, *my Master?*”

Her voice grew low at the last two words, laying them out like a seductive purr. She knew what I wanted, and I definitely knew what I needed.

It was something I craved for a long, long time.

I looked down at my mother. No, she wasn’t my mother anymore. One glance at the expression in her vivid green eyes, that utter vision of submission… One look at that, and I knew my mother was long gone.

“Mia,” I addressed her by her name for the first time in my life. The words tasted strange to my tongue.

My slave perked up at the sound of her name. She looked at me expectantly and her jaw dropped slightly, as if she was hungry for a command.

“Yes, Master?” she whispered.

“Suck my dick, slave.”

The radiant smile I received from her could have melted my bones.

“Yes, Master!” she exclaimed in that little girl’s voice of hers. Her eyes grew wild, and her smile widened with delight as she reached for my cock.

Then I felt her skin on my flesh. After twenty miserable years of never feeling a woman’s touch, the magnificent touch of her fingers lit my entire body ablaze, and I felt ecstasy sizzling all the way down from my toes to my head.

Her fingers were warm and soft, and I couldn’t hold back the moans escaping from my lips as her fingers enclosed around my length. I had to place a hand on the wall for support as she held my cock in a light but firm grip. Then, with delicate intentions, my mother began teasing up and down my length with her fingertips.

I closed my eyes and let pleasure take hold of me.

“Are you enjoying this, Master?” my slave asked. I could hear the delight in her voice from watching my reactions.

“Uh,” I said, only managing the word out. Thinking was getting difficult.

Satisfied that I was rock hard, I felt her fingers go down to the base of my cock, gripping it.

Then, I felt wetness.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned out, my eyes snapping open.

It was her tongue. My mother was licking my cock.

Holy shit.

I watched in a daze as she lapped my entire length, lubricating it with her saliva. She left no stones unturned, going down, swirling her tongue around the sides, and occasionally, her warm wet lips lightly sucked on my foreskin.

Even though I have never received a blowjob in my life, there was no doubt my mother was an expert cocksucker.

I was nearing the edge, the pressure building insanely quickly. I needed to speed up the process. I wanted to orgasm inside her mouth and down her throat and save myself the embarrassment of cumming before she even got started.

I grabbed the back of her head and shoved my dick into her mouth.

My mother yelped in surprise, but she quickly adjusted. She started sucking on my cock, bobbing her head up and down, keeping up with the rapid pace I was forcing her to go on.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned out, trying my hardest not to burst right then and there. Even though I was rushing the process, I still wanted to milk the experience of my first blowjob. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought my first would be from my own mother.

“Fuck,” I cursed out again, shutting my eyes and gritting my teeth, not being able to hold the pressure in for much longer.

Then her tongue started doing wonders. It swirled along the underside of my cock, then around to the sides. Her hands added overkill to the mix. While one gripped the base of my cock, the other went to my balls, enveloping them in a warm grip. Then she gave a light squeeze.

That was it.

With a shout, I released the dam and exploded years of pent-up pleasure down my mother’s throat.

My mom made a sound of surprise at the sudden torrent. Instinctively, she tried to back away, but I was having none of it. I held her in place with one hand and the sounds of her choking and gagging became mixed in with my loud moans.

I felt my mother’s fingers going down to my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as she tried to swallow the ongoing rush of cum.

It was, by far, the longest orgasm of my life. I had never cum like I did just then, unloading waves after waves of semen. Finally, I felt the pressure building down, and I released my grip on my mother.

She dropped to the ground, her hands to her throat. I must have filled her to the brim because she was spitting out a large pool of semen to the ground, coughing and sputtering.

I didn’t bother to see if she was going to be ok. I stood there, back against the wall, trying to catch my breath. Looking down at my hands, I realized I was trembling, probably from the aftershocks of that earth-shattering orgasm.

Fuck, that felt great.

By the time I regained some of my composure back, my mother was still coughing on the ground, still spitting out cum like the dirty slut I had made her into. I walked towards her and snapped a command.

“Get up,” I told her.

Her body trembled, but she obeyed, taking a lot of effort to stand up on shaky legs.

“Bend down, slave,” I demanded, really relishing my utter control I had over her.

Still sputtering, she bent her upper body forward, her breasts jiggling delightfully as she did so.

I saw the coffee table beside her and thought fast.

“Hands on the coffee table,” I ordered, and took the opportunity to smack that juicy ass of hers when she turned around.

She yelped from the contact but said nothing, shifting towards the coffee table and placing both hands on it.

I laughed at the hopelessness of her situation. “That’s right, do as you’re told.”

I took a moment to wonder what she must be thinking. I couldn’t imagine my whole life turning upside down within the space of an hour.

I must have slapped her ass really hard because a faint outline of my palm had reddened on the cheek I had contacted.

Grinning, I brought a palm down onto the same spot, with more force this time. Her whole body jerked forward in pain.

“Master,” she cried out, hurt in her voice. “Please.”

I ignored her and brought down another blow. I didn’t care how much I hurt her; she had caused me more pain than I could ever cause.

This was revenge.

“You will take it like a good little slave you are,” I said, dealing another blow. Her right cheek was turning a bright red. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered. I could hear the tears in her voice.

“Yes, Master, you will what?” I urged her to repeat what I had just said.

“Yes, Master, I will take it like a good little slave,” she whispered, shaking from the pain.

“Good girl. Now lift your ass. I want it nice and high while I fuck you from behind.”

I didn’t show it, but the orgasm from before had completely drained me. I had never produced that much cum in my life, and I was starting to feel its effects. Even so, the thought of fucking my own mother kept my cock hard and hungry.

I watched in delight as my mother raised her ass higher, stretching her cheeks and giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy.

It was pink, wet, and looked so ready to be conquered.

“That’s it,” I said, moving forward and fondling her ass. She winced a little from the touch, but otherwise, tensed herself for what I was going to do next.

I have watched a lot of porn and read a lot of erotica, but the reality of actually fucking a woman was nerve-wrecking. I didn’t really know what to expect, but her pussy was there, and my cock was throbbing with anticipation.

It couldn’t be that hard.

“Master?” my mother’s soft voice squeaked out. She tried to turn her head to see what I was doing. “I’m ready for—”

“Shut up,” I interrupted her. I didn’t need her to rile my nerves up even more.

She immediately snapped her mouth shut and looked forward and down.

Not wanting thoughts to overwhelm me, I inhaled deeply, held my breath, and plunged forward, impaling my mother.

I gasped at how warm she was inside, and how tight. The walls in her pussy clamped around my cock, and I shifted forward, forcing my way deeper until I hit something hard.

My mother shrieked at the impact, but she quickly adjusted her hips, and soon, I found myself deeper and deeper until my balls were ground up against her ass.

“Oh, Master,” my mother moaned out, a mixture of pain and pleasure. I moaned along with her, my hands on her thighs, feeling her hot flesh under my palms.

This felt good. This felt really fucking good.

I groaned at the feel of her exquisite pussy, getting more and more heated by the erotic sounds my mother was making. Lust took hold over me and instincts made me move. I drew my hips back, gasped for breath, then slammed my cock back inside her.

I felt her body shudder from the impact. Gaining confidence and rhythm, I pulled my hips back and thrust into her again and again. My mother took them like a pro, swaying her hips back and forth with mine, and soon we had a rhythm going. Even our moans, groans, and shouts were in sync with every thrust forward. The coffee table screeched against the floor as my mother held onto it for support and the sound of my heavy balls slapping the bottom of her ass rang around the room as we fucked on and on and on until I couldn’t hold back the rising pressure.

For the second time in the space of an hour, I exploded my load into my mother. She must have orgasmed at the same time too, because the walls of her pussy tightened around my cock, squeezing my erupting boner, milking more cum out of me.

The world started melting all around me, all the background and sounds became a blur as I sped up the fucking, slamming into my mother with wild abandon. The force must have been too much because the coffee table screeched forward, and we both fell. We landed on the ground, but I didn’t care. I was still in position on top of her and I continued fucking her until the last of my orgasm ebbed away, my balls empty.

I stared to the side as our harsh breathing became the only sound in the room. We were both slick with sweat and the surrounding air smelled both sweet and salty.

Was this how sex smelled?

We lay there for what felt like hours, barely moving. We were both still on the ground, and I was still on top of her with my sore cock buried inside her pussy.

Breathing hard and catching my breath, I caught a glimpse of the jade behind the desk clock where I had left it.

I couldn’t help but fathom the energy to crack a smile.

That crazy lady wasn’t so crazy after all. My life has been changed forever, and if today was a sign of what was to come for the future, then I couldn’t wait to live life.


And what had she said to me before I last saw her? Something about coming back for a second stone?

An image of my aunt flashed into my mind. Aunt Katherine said she would be in town for the weekend.

Maybe it was time to pay her a visit. After all, I still owed her for the car ride.


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