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Sister's Pimp - Chapter 18
Mom seemed no worse for wear after what had happened in the bathroom. My feelings about the scene were ambivalent; on the one hand she really got me going with her subservient demeanor, on the other side it was so out of character. Even now I didn't know which mom was going to make an appearance once we were in bed. It was time for some answers, and they better make sense!
The look on her face was almost serene, as if she was quite content with her current situation, being alone in her room with her sometimes pimp, totally at his mercy. Why not I thought? She'd occupied the room with a perfect stranger, or someone she barely knew, and did his bidding, no matter what he wanted from her. The pimp side of my personality inquired about what she got for her efforts. When she replied it was a freebie, I had to restrain myself from bitch slapping her like she was some common streetwalker.
I pushed her down on the bed and she misinterpreted my move as a sexual overture. That was a big mistake as she quickly discovered. I reached down and flipped her over onto her stomach and began whaling away on that liposuctioned ass like there was no tomorrow. At first she was kind of quiet, which got me even angrier. I let her have a few on the backs of her thighs, which hurt a lot more. When she started yelping, I felt a whole lot better about things. For a brief moment I thought of taking off my belt and really lighting into her, but reason took control, thank goodness.
It was mom who broke my rage, stating that Martine had advised her to do this as a way of cleansing herself of any guilt feelings she might have concerning her situation. That stopped me in my tracks, then refocused my anger on that mystery woman who obviously had a huge impact on my mother. My mutterings about what I'd do to her when we met did not go over well with my mom. She warned me of dire consequences if I overstepped my authority when it came to dealing with MIIe Calvert.
For a few moments I felt as if I was a small boy once more and mom was chastising me for getting out of line. That thought amused me considering that I was about to fuck her brains out for starters. Because she had cost me so much grief, the cuffs would stay on for a while as an indication that her little boy was in command most of the time, especially when it came to providing those moments when she disappeared from this earthly plane compliments of her all grownup son.
Mom went to work on my cock despite the handicap of no hands. I laid back and enjoyed the action she provided. My mom was really turning out to be a great whore; she learned fast and seemed to enjoy almost everything she did. I had to laugh about that when I considered the performance she gave in the bathroom. I seriously doubted if she enjoyed sucking up piss from the cold tiles while some guy ass fucked her with no concern for her well-being, after all she was nothing but a whore.
It was bound to happen, mom deep throated me with such enthuiasm that I started shooting my load while my dick was wedged deep inside her gullet. She wound up expelling streams of cum from her nostrils as her face turned a bright red. That was the end of the handcuffs, but just the beginning of what she provided in order to reharden my joint.
She started to giggle when I pushed into her wet cunt. Her giggling got louder and her body began to move in strange ways as my cock marched deeper into this very familiar territory. I leaned over and stared down at her. Her eyes were actually tearing from the almost uncontrollable laughter coming from her. Suddenly she gasped and told me to pull out, my body weight was putting way too much pressure on her full bladder. Now it was my turn to laugh. For all the pissing that went on in the bathroom, she never participated, never letting as much as a drop issue from her. We were too busy having our fun to notice, or even care, whether or not she pissed. It would have just been more of a mess for her to clean up later.
Somehow she talked me into accompanying her to the bathroom so I could enjoy my first, but hopefully not my last golden shower. It began to dawn on me that this was the fine hand of her new friend from France working its magic on her. I was really getting interested in meeting this mystery woman and finding out just what made her tick.
The next thing I was on my back in the tub watching my mother, who was squatting over my groin, parting her cunt lips so I could see her piss issuing from her bladder and pouring down on my stiff cock and swollen balls. Damn, it was quite an experience! At first I was sort of repelled, but as mom slowly moved her stream from the top of my quivering dick down to the base and then circled my tight ball sack, I felt more relaxed and discovered that I was getting turned on by this weird ritual.
It was not what I had thought. The more she pissed, the better I liked it and she could see that from the way my dick twitched and jumped every time her piss sprayed over my joint. She squeezed out the last few drops, managing to hit the tip of my cock and nearly making me spurt. The expression on her face was one of disappointment until I confessed that in another minute I would have shot all over myself from the effect of that stream of warm piss she delivered.
Mom leaned down and fed me some ardent tongue and suggested another shower using warm water so we could adjourn to the bedroom and fuck up a storm. She also reminded me to drink plenty of water before leaving the bathroom, because she was bound and determined to enjoy her first golden shower from her grownup son.
I pounded my mother until she begged for rest, and then I pounded her some more. I worked up a major league sweat and thus the water I drank in copious quantites seemed to pour out of my pores. She tried to slow me down by offering up her tight asshole; well it used to be tight, but I guess that's how she was making so much money these days. Mom was a real trouper, and just loved giving it all up for her pride and joy. I corkscrewed my dick as far up her backhole as it would go and dumped a big load of blind swimmers that were in the wrong ocean to do any damage.
Another trip to the bathroom to load up on more water and another round of mouth, pussy and asshole did the trick. Another weaker load was deposited in her gaping asshole and off we went to give mom a golden shower. I stood inside the tub and she sat on the edge, facing me. It took a little time but finally I got the flow started and my piss was soon splashing off her tits, which she cupped and held out for me.
She asked for some on her cunt and held her pussy lips apart so I could piss on her twat and then see how my aim was when her clitoris was the target. That got mom quivering, but unfortunately my piss ran out before she could get herself off. I was almost euphoric over what we'd experienced. I told mom that from now on this was going to be a regular part of any sex session the two of us enjoyed. She nodded and gave me a big kiss and a yard of wiggling tongue to go with it.
The next morning mom made an appointment for me to visit Martine Calvert that very day. It was strange to be visiting someone who might be a candidate for a position with my organization. Normally the candidate would come to see me when she was invited. Let's face it, that hadn't happened too many times since we got started in this business. Now the organization was breaking new ground so it seemed. To be candid, this was not to my liking. This mystery woman had already had quite an impact on my mother and not all of it seemed good.
Five minutes after she admitted me into her rather spectacular apartment and we were seated having some excellent coffee, I had a chance to watch this woman in action, so to speak. We made some small talk, but that lasted about one sip of coffee before she launched her opening salvo. Roselyn was being wasted in a subsidiary role in my organization. Funny, it was almost a shock to hear anyone refer to my mom as anything but mom. I was taking advantage of Roselyn's motherly instincts for my own ends, without even bothering to describe what they were and what impact success or failure might have on her life.
My business, such as it was, had some serious deficiencies when it came to personnel. I seemed to lack any kind of a business plan to address the future. Our client base was very unique, which was good, but we were sadly lacking in the type of personnel required to service our existing clients and increase the base. Then she sat back and took another sip of her coffee, leaving me in tatters.
My youth was exposed; no one, even a friend of my mother's, had the right to tear into me like that. That line of reasoning got me in deeper trouble. Instead of taking what she said as constructive criticism, I responded angrily to what I considered a tirade. Included in my little rant was a reference to the "fact" that being a dominatrix did not qualify her as a judge of any business except perhaps her own. She took another sip of coffee, then proceeded to tear me a new one.
"You were not invited to my home to insult me! I am doing this as a favor to Roselyn. As for your remark about my being a dominatrix, allow me to set the record straight. If that were true, by now you would have been nailed to my bedroom wall waiting for your fate to be decided by your mother and I. A dominatrix is all about power. You, my young firebrand, are much closer to being a dominant than I!"
"I would describe myself as a disciplinarian, one who seeks order in all things, especially people. Let me give you an example of how it works. The client and I decide what are the rules. Then it is my responsibility to make sure that the client follows them. Failure to do so leads to penalties; they can range from financial to physical, that too is a mututal decision involving both of us. There is no master, no slave. I do not believe in servitude."
I did the only smart thing I'd done since I walked into her apartment, I apologized. She looked at me over the edge of her coffee cup, and I could see the devil dancing in her eyes. This was the real deal and I wondered if I'd be able to survive her. Then the business side of me piped up about what needed to be done to bring her on board. That was going to be very tricky and for that to be successful, I'd need mom's, no check that, Roselyn's assistance. I wonder what she'd want in return, as if I didn't know. I smiled at my hostess and asked for more of this delightful coffee. Her little smile spoke volumes. My life was about to get very, very interesting.
( To be continued - rolf palsy )
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