A Jealous Mother

"What time is your appointment with the lawyer?" Kenny asked looking at the clock on the night stand next to the bed.

"It's not till 1:00." Denise replied kneeling next to him, stroking his manhood.

Now that both had gotten past the initial guilt of their incestuous relationship. This was becoming a daily occurrence. Many days, multiple times daily. And why not? Both were in their prime sexually. Kenny was a healthy twenty year old just taking advantage of what was available every minute of every day. Denise was a forty-one year old woman whose sexual appetite had been reawakened in ways she'd never expected. The forbidden nature of their relationship only made it that much more exciting and desirable for both of them.

"I don't know if I can go through with it." Denise said, sadness in her voice. "I feel like such a failure. Maybe your father and I can work this out." Her right hand continued to stroke his shaft as her left cupped his scrotum, massaging it gently.

"You're not a failure, mom. Dad's the one who had multiple affairs. He's the one who left you. You're not the one filing for divorce. He is. You're seeing a lawyer to protect yourself. And hopefully to kick his ass in the settlement."

Denise gave him a weak smile. "Thank you baby. I need you to keep reminding me of that. I'm going to need you to tell me what to do. Your father always told me what to do."

Kenny sat up and cupped one of her breasts as he kissed her, caressing the side of her face with his other hand. "I'm going to take care of you. In every way. But is that what you really want me to do? Take charge and tell you what to do?" Since their relationship began he'd vacillated between challenging her to take charge of her life and stand on her own two feet, as opposed to keeping her dependent on him. It was at these moments he wanted to keep her dependent on him.

"Yes, please!" She replied softly. "You're the only man in my life that I trust now. I don't know what I'd do without you." There was a desperation in her voice. "The thought of you going back to school has me so scared. What am I going to do without you?"

"I've been thinking about that." Kenny admitted as he laid back down. "I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet. But I won't leave you alone. That, I promise you."

Denise gave him a big smile. "Oh Kenny! You don't know how happy that makes me, hearing you say that. I'm going to take such good care of you." She began stroking the inside of his thigh with one hand as the other hand lightly caressed the length of his shaft. "I'll do anything for you baby! Anything!" Her voice becoming husky with desire. "You just tell mama what you want her to do."

Kenny's mind ran wild with things he wanted to do to her and with her. "I'm looking forward to exploring that dirty side of yours. See just how much of a slut you can be. But for now, suck that cock and show me how you're going to take care of me."

Denise giggled softly, looking at him. "Anything for you, sweetie." She bent over and slid the length of his shaft in her mouth. When they'd first started their relationship she'd had difficulty taking his entire 7" in her mouth. She learned to adjust and relax her throat so she could please him the way she wanted. Her tongue swirled around the shaft and head as her lips slid up and down its length.

"Fuck!" Kenny groaned as he lay there. "What a way to start the day." He laid there for several minutes enjoying his mother's oral skills before complimenting her. "You are incredible. Dad's a fucking idiot for walking away from you."

Denise smiled to herself. His words were like a soothing balm to her psyche. Not only had her son been good for her self-image. He had proven to be an attentive lover that not only met her sexual needs. But he'd awakened desires within her she'd only fantasized about before.

Kenny looked down the length of his body and watched her head bob up and down on his manhood. "I mean, look at you! You're not only gorgeous. You've got great tits. Tits I could fuck every day. You're a willing, eager lover. And you love to please. What more could a guy ask for? Oh yeah. You're an excellent cook!" He added chuckling. "Can't leave that out."

Denise intensified her efforts to please her son as his words registered in her mind. 'HE LIKES ME!' Her mind screamed at her. 'HE WANTS ME! HE'S GOING TO TAKE CARE OF ME!' Her mind was leaping with happiness and joy. She couldn't think of anything she wouldn't do for him if he told her. Her fear of losing him was now replaced by an overwhelming urge to tell him how committed she was to him. She pulled off his cock and crawled up the bed, hovering over his head.

Mother and son stared at each other for several seconds before Denise moved a little further up the bed and held her breast to his mouth. "Here baby! Suck on this while mama tells you how much I love you."

Kenny opened his mouth, sucking as much of her huge mammary in as he could. Mother and son never breaking eye contact.

"Mmmm! That's it baby. They're all yours. You take those titties while mama tells you how much she loves you." She moaned softly as his tongue bathed the nipple. "Mama loves you so much baby. I belong to you now. I'll be whatever you want. I'll be your slut, your whore, your maid, your cook, whatever you want or need. I'll deny you nothing. I'll serve you however you command me. You've made me so happy. I want to make you as happy as you've made me."

Kenny pushed her tit out of his mouth. "If you really want to make me happy right now, then take care of my cock." He said smiling. Denise started moving down his body to resume sucking on it when he stopped her. "No! I want you to ride it. I want to watch those tits of yours flopping around as you're riding it."

Denise sat up, then threw her leg over his body, smiling down at him the whole time. Straddling his cock, she took it in hand pointing it at the entrance to her womb. She slowly lowered herself on his cock, savoring every delicious sensation as it filled her. "Oh fuck baby! You feel so good inside me." She began to grind her hips as she lifted her breasts, as though she was offering them to her son.

Kenny laid still with his hands tucked behind his head, watching the show unfold before him. "Suck on them." He commanded her.

Denise dropped her head as she lifted her right breast. She sucked the nipple into her mouth, bathing it with her tongue. Kenny watching every move she made. She could see the lust for her in his eyes. A new sensation washed over her. She was performing for her son, like some kind of whore. She loved it! It seemed like every time he took her, he brought more wanton feelings out within her.

"You like performing for me, don't you?"

"I do." She sighed. Then she sucked her other nipple into her mouth.

"You are such a dirty slut!" Kenny said with a grunt. His lust taking control. "First, you seduce your own son. And now you perform for him like a dirty whore." He felt a sick sense of satisfaction whenever he reminded her of what she had become.

There was a bite to his words for Denise. But she couldn't deny the truth they spoke. He was beginning to remind her daily of what she had become. The more he reminded her, the more she felt drawn to it. Like a moth to the flame. She felt her own lust for her son taking control as she reveled in the sensations his cock inside her were giving her. She released her breast and leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest. "I am a dirty whore, baby!" She grunted, staring into his eyes. "I'm a fucked up mother who loves fucking her son, and being used by him like a cheap whore."

Kenny felt his orgasm building quickly as her words added to the eroticism of the moment. He threw his arms around her, then rolled over, keeping his cock embedded in her. He propped himself up with one arm as he grabbed her breast with the other hand. "Tell me what else you are!" He grunted, wanting to hear her confess her new status.

"Ooooohhhhhh! You know what I am baby!" She moaned. "I'm a dirty cock sucking slut, baby!" Something in her psyche snapped. That last barrier that kept her from embracing what she had become crumbled. "You little fucker!" She growled. "I'm your filthy whore. I'll service your cock whenever and wherever you want. That's what I'm good for. Servicing cock."

Kenny dug his fingers into her huge tit as he felt his orgasm about to explode inside her. He grunted with each thrust.

"Fuck me you mother fucker!" Denise almost screamed at him. "Fuck your whore mother!"

Kenny slammed into her, his cock erupting inside her. He began a relentless slamming into her body as his cock filled her with his seed. Grunting with each thrust, the bed rocked and her body shook. The room was filled with the sounds of two people grunting and the sloshing of his cock inside her. Even as his orgasm began to subside he continued to slam into her body, enjoying the feeling of his control over her. Knowing he could do this all day if he wanted.

Denise wrapped her arms around her son as soon as he collapsed on top of her. She listened to his panting and sighing as he descended from his orgasm. "I love it when you take me like that, baby. Keep me reminded of who I am and what I am." She whispered in his ear.

Kenny propped himself up on one elbow to look at her. He caressed her face for the longest time as they stared at each other. "I do love you, mom. But this is different."

Denise put her hand over his mouth, stopping him. "I understand, baby. You're a man and I'm a woman. And I love being your slut and whore."

Kenny pulled her hand away. "It's more than that. I can't separate my love for you and my lust for you any longer. They're all mixed up. You say you love being my slut and whore. Well, I plan on seeing just how deep those desires go. Test those limits. See what kind of slut you really are. Think you can handle that?"

Denise thought for a moment. "I'm not sure. It sounds both exciting and scary. You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

"No! Never! I would never do anything to hurt you."

"Then I'm ok with whatever you want to do. It might be fun exploring some of my fantasies."

"You've got some fantasies, do you?" Now Kenny's interest was really piqued.

"A few." Denise replied giggling.

Kenny rolled out of bed as he replied. "We'll have to explore those. But for now, let's go see the lawyer and see how we can fuck dad."

"So what do you think?" Denise asked her son as they drove home after their appointment with the lawyer.

"First of all, do you have the money for her retainer?"

"Yes. Money's not the issue. I want your input on the list of demands I make. I don't want to be too unreasonable."

He glanced over at his mom. He'd always known she'd never been a fighter. She'd always been more on the passive, insecure side of the spectrum. "We'll work on the list of demands when we get home. And stop worrying about being unreasonable!!" He almost screamed at her. "I don't want to hear that shit anymore! Understand?"

"Yes Kenny." She said with a smile. "This is why you're so good for me."

"Did you hear nothing the lawyer said? You're going to take dad for all you can get out of him. He was the one who cheated on you all those years, while you were staying at home like the dutiful wife. You were the injured party."

"I know everything you're saying sweetie. I've just never been good at standing up for myself." She replied with a timid voice.

"The lawyer and I will stand up for you! So, from now on, I don't want you meeting with the lawyer or dad without me being there with you. Is that clear?"

"Yes baby. I'll do whatever you say."

"Good. Based on what the lawyer said, this whole process may take a few months. So, I've decided I'm not going back to school this semester. I'm staying home to help you through this."

Denise reached over and touched his arm. "Oh sweetie! Thank you!" She thought nothing of his scholarship, or of trying to talk him out of his decision.

Kenny took her hand in his, staying focused on the road. "You'll be thanking me for months to come." He said with a snicker.

Denise squeezed his hand. "You just tell me what to do baby. And I'll do it."

They drove in silence for a few minutes before Kenny spoke. "Whatever clothes dad has in the closet and dresser, I want you to put them all in plastic trash bags. I'll put them in the garage, and he can come get them whenever he wants. As soon as that's all cleaned out, I'm moving all my stuff in."

Denise's eyes got wide with excitement. "You're moving into the master bedroom with me?"

"Might as well. I've been in there almost every night since I got home. I also want you to lose 15-20 pounds. You lose that weight and we'll take a trip somewhere after the divorce is finalized."

"OK baby! If that's what you want." She replied feeling a little disappointed. She'd already lost a substantial amount of weight since her husband had walked out on her.

Kenny sensed a sadness in her reaction. "Relax. My demand has nothing to do with your looks. I think you look great. Especially when your naked." He paused. "Well, that's not completely true. I think you'll look better in a bikini if you lose 15-20 pounds."

"I don't own a bikini. Never had the need for one."

"You will when we go to the Caribbean after the divorce. At least that's where I'm thinking about right now. Regardless of where we go, we'll have to do some shopping, and get you a bathing suit that will put you on display." He glanced at her quickly, eyeing her chest.

Denise felt her pulse quicken at his words. Her disappointment was quickly replaced with an excitement. "You want to put me on display?"

Kenny chuckled. "Hell yeah! A guy likes to showoff his girl." He thought quickly. Another opportunity to remind her. "You belong to me now. I'll do as I please with you." He wasn't going to give her the opportunity to voice her opinion on the subject. "So now that we have this divorce thing started, it's time to start thinking ahead. We're also going to work on the way you see yourself." He remembered a class he took in psychology. How a person could be trained to behave in a certain way through constant reinforcement. "Are you starting to get the picture of the expectations I have for you, mom?"

"I think so." She said, feeling her pulse racing as she thought about it.

"Then tell me what you think that picture looks like." The more Kenny thought about the idea of having her not only available for his every sexual desire but also training her to think like the wanton slut he wanted her to be, the more he got turned on. His conscience still screamed at him, how fucked up all this was. But that voice was quickly getting weaker and weaker.

Denise hesitated telling him what he wanted to hear. She knew herself. She knew once she started voicing it, she'd start to embrace it. "Don't make me say it baby!" She plead with him, with weak voice.

"Say it!"

"Ooohhh! You want me to start dressing and acting like the slut I want to be for you." She realized he was using her needs and desires to manipulate her. But she didn't care. The more her son took control of her mind and body, the more she embraced it.

"Good!" He responded as they pulled into the garage. He lowered the garage door behind them as they got out of the car. Kenny walked around the car and took his mom's hand, then lead her into the house. He stopped in the kitchen and stood facing her, holding her by her shoulders. "From now on, you will dress conservatively when we're in public. Unless I tell you otherwise. My intention is not to humiliate you. But to train you to think the way I want you to think and see yourself the way I see you."

Denise felt the last remnants of resistance in her at his words. "So am I your dog now?" She said with a hint of defiance.

"That's exactly what you are. You're my bitch! And that's EXACTLY what you want to be! So please don't give me this bullshit you don't like the idea." He paused before continuing. "I'll let that question pass, this time. Next time you defy me, I will humiliate you in public. I'm going to take care of you in every way. But I will not tolerate any kind of bitch attitude from you. Now get upstairs and change into that black lace bra and panties, and that red sheer robe. From now on, you will dress that way when we're home. Don't ever ask if you should change when we're home. Just do it. I'm going to throw a pizza in the oven. Then we're going to work on all those things the lawyer said we needed to get done."

Denise descended the stairs thirty minutes later, dressed the way she had been instructed. It was having an affect on her she hadn't expected. After dressing as she was told, she stood in front of the full length mirror. "I do feel sexy." She moaned to herself. Then she smiled. "You do look good." She ran her hand up the inside of thigh and across her pubic area. She quickly slid her panties back down her legs and walked into the bathroom. She hadn't shaved in a couple days. She didn't want to disappoint her son. Ten minutes later she was pulling her panties back on and looked at herself in the mirror again. "One last finishing touch." She said before looking for her favorite pair of black heels. She hadn't been told to wear them. She was embracing her new role and loving it. She took one last look in the mirror. "I do need to lose at least 20 pounds." She said as she ran her hands up her sides, cupping her breasts. Then she giggled. "I've never felt so alive." She slipped on the robe and made her way downstairs.

Kenny was at the dining room table sorting through the paperwork the lawyer had given them when Denise walked in. His eyes roamed up and down her body, drinking in her beauty and sensuality. "Fuck! Now that's what I'm talking about." He walked up to her and grabbed her by her shoulders. "You look incredible. You are the most beautiful, sensuous looking woman I've ever laid my eyes on. I'm going to take care of you."

Denise felt like she could melt right there. "Oh Kenny!" She moaned softly. "I belong to you. I've never felt this safe and desired as I am with you." She reached up and touched his face. "I'm yours to command, baby. I never once thought about saying that to your father. But I never wanted to please him the way I want to please you. I'm all yours."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling his mom into his body. "Let's get this paperwork done for the lawyer, have some pizza for dinner, then spend the rest of the evening in bed." Kenny lowered his head and kissed her. He felt like their bodies were melting together as their arms roamed up and down the other's back.

"Oh baby!" Denise whimpered, laying her head on his shoulder as he held her tight. "I don't think you know what you've done to me."

Kenny chuckled. "I've got a pretty good idea." He released her. "Start working on that paperwork. I'll get our pizza. I'll pour each of us a glass of wine too." He swatted her on the ass. "Get to it. I want to take that paperwork back to the lawyer tomorrow."

Denise smiled as she walked to the dining room table, her robe flowing around her. She looked as wanton and slutty as a woman could look. But she didn't care. She couldn't remember a time she'd felt so content, satisfied and desired as she did at that moment.

Two hours later they'd worked through all the documents the lawyer had given them. Most of their time spent on itemizing Denise's demands within the suit. The lawyer having assured her she basically had a blank check based on her husband's infidelity, and her being a stay at home mom during their marriage.

Kenny slid the last of the paperwork in the folder as he smiled at his mom. "How about we spend a week at Aruba after this is over?"

Denise's eyes lit up. "I've never been to Aruba."