Chapter 4
Arab Foxhill paused for a few seconds. She heard nothing. The beach house was as quiet as a morgue. The servants and Lil Wheat were probably asleep by now.
Where the devil was Brand? The boy should have returned hours ago. She had told him to be back in time for dinner, hadn't she? A heavy sigh disturbed her breasts. Spanking his ass with the ventilated cypress paddle he both hated and feared had kept him toeing the mark until just recently; now it seemed as though she would have to housebreak him all over again.
Arab Foxhill leaned back in her swivel chair and glanced at the wall clock. Ten minutes until midnight. She would give Brand these next ten minutes, and then she would send Lil Wheat out to bring him home for a taste of the cypress paddle.
At five minutes past midnight she saw Brand appear on the white sandy beach, approaching from the direction of Mitch Crocker's villa, and now she belatedly remembered that Mitch's not so little girl had returned from Paris a week or so ago.
A faint chill darkened her eyes as she thought about Denise Crocker. A real alley cat, that one. Greedy. Just like her father.
Had Brand gone over to see and play games with Denise Crocker?
Arab downed her drink. Then she left the huge and elegantly furnished room that served as her home office and went to greet her disobedient and long overdue son. A few angry steps later Arab found herself face to face with Brand in the king-size living room.
Arab stared at Brand. He looked like the victim of a mugging. She shook her head and sighed inwardly. The one final and irrevocable thing she had tried so desperately to prevent had finally happened ... her son had gotten his first piece of tail!
From Denise Crocker?
Arab forced herself to speak softly. "You're behind schedule, darling. Cook was disappointed when you didn't show up for the lobster she prepared in your honor. What detained you so late, darling?"
Brand tried to look innocent. "A poor abandoned puppy, Mother. Someone dropped it from their car near the Crocker place. I tried to catch it ... "
"I see." Arab's voice sharpened a little. "And did that same poor abandoned puppy put those lipstick smears all over your mouth, too?"
Brand swallowed hard. "I can explain the lipstick, Mother. It isn't what you think. I accidentally bumped into Denise Crocker during my walk along the beach and she kissed me. There's nothing to get up-tight about. Denise's kiss didn't mean anything, believe me."
Arab said acidly, "It's a nice little story, darling, but that's all it is—a story. Now tell Mother what really happened tonight."
Brand caught the warning in Mother's voice. He knew Mother was going to do another castration number on him, and ice filled his belly. He feared her.
Arab watched Brand suddenly deflate before her very eyes. This told her that although Brand had fed his cock to Denise Crocker, he as yet wasn't able to stand up to her like a man, which meant that it still wasn't too late to punish and bend him to her will again.
Arab took a deep breath. "Mother doesn't enjoy doing the wicked-witch bit, darling, but you did something this evening that merits punishment." She crossed over to the sofa and sat down among the pillows. She looked at him steadily. "Let's go over it again, darling, and this time I want the truth about what happened between you and Denise Crocker. Lie and you'll damn well regret it. Start talking."
"What's there to talk about, Mother? You already seem to know what came down between me and Denise Crocker."
Arab said icily, "I want to hear it from you. Every last dirty detail."
Brand shook his head. "It wasn't dirty, Mother."
"No more stalling. My patience is wearing pretty thin."
Brand looked at his mother as though seeing her for the first time. Mother was a beautiful creature. Mother was strong. She knew how to make others bend to her will. If they didn't bend, Mother would make them crack, crumble and then disintegrate ...
"I'm not going to repeat myself again, Brand," Arab said impatiently. "What came down between you and Denise Crocker tonight?"
"We did a sex number, Mother." There it was. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"
She leaned forward on the sofa. "Sex numbers go as high as sixty-nine, young man. Which one did you and Denise choose?"
"Mother, please ... "
Arab silenced him with a glance. "I asked which number you and Denise chose to play."
"I-"
"Say it, Brand."
Brand said in a low voice, "We—I fucked her in the ass and later she gave me a blow job." His voice went suddenly hard and cold. "Is that what you wanted to hear, Mother? Ass-fucking. Blow job. Are those the words you wanted to hear, Mother? Why? So you could get turned on? Am I right, Mother, am I right?"
Arab sprang toward Brand, a perfumed bundle of fury. She stood before him, feet apart, hands on hips, breasts dancing. "How dare you talk to me like that! I'm your mother!"
Brand winced. A moment later he wilted. If only he could get over this damn fear of her! He shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mother."
Fire began to blaze in her loins as she hissed, "An apology won't get it now, young man. Tune in and tune in good, Brand. This evening you managed to soak your cock in a woman for the first time in your life and it went to your head. Big deal? Wrong, baby. Losing your cherry doesn't make you a man. No way. Considering who you are and what you are, peasant girls will gladly let you plug any hole in their bodies with your cock. They'll let you knock them up, or find some other way to trick you into marrying them. This I don't want for you, Brand. Not now. Not ever!"
"What the hell do you want from me, Mother?"
Her eyes were dark with anger. "I want your solemn word that you'll never see Denise Crocker again."
Brand nodded. "All right, Mother, you win. I promise to never see Denise Crocker again."
She frowned thoughtfully for a moment. "I think a taste of the paddle is in order, don't you?"
Brand paled. "No, Mother, not that. Please!"
"Don't you tell me what or what not to do, young man! You got some of Denise Crocker's ass tonight, and now I'm going to get some of yours." She pointed dramatically. "Go to your room and get out of those filthy clothes this instant. Move!"
There was no defiance left in him. "All right, Mother."
Brand was weak. The exact opposite of his late father. He tucked his tail between his legs like a whipped puppy and left the room.
Arab went to her bedroom to make herself ready for the ass-paddling she was going to give her son ...
Erotic paintings in expensive frames dotted the walls, and equally erotic statues and figurines stood or rested on marble bases. A king-size four poster dominated the center of the huge bedroom.
Needles of excitement went through Arab's Body as she lowered her shapely ass to the edge of the bed.
Arab was becoming passionate at the thought of punishing her own son.
She loosened the buttons on her blouse. The blouse yawned to expose her womanly charms. She looked down at her full and pointed breasts.
Her nipples were in full blossom and sensitive to the touch. She closed her eyes and envisioned herself whacking Brand across the ass. She trapped the right nipple between thumb and forefinger and manipulated it. Then she shifted to the other nipple.
She stopped toying with her tits and dropped a hand to the hem of her skirt. She hiked it high up on her tanned thighs until her bikini panties came into view. She went about the pleasant business of relieving the torment in her cunt ...
A few minutes later Arab reluctantly removed a slender red-tipped finger from between the wet lips of her cunt.
Arab made a sour face. She was in heat. Like a bitch dog. God, it was ages since she had felt this passionate!
Why the heat?
She didn't know, she didn't care.
The fire in her cunt subsided a little as she lowered her shapely ass to the stool before her cosmetic table. Lipstick first. Then she reached for her favorite French perfume and applied a bit of it between her breasts, and behind her ears. Touched it to the curly hairs of her cunt.
Arab smiled at her mirror twin. "You look like a high-priced whore, kid."
Her nipples stiffened again. Then she added rouge until each nipple turned pink. Finished, she cupped her breasts from underneath and lifted them. They were exquisite and worthy of being idolized.
Arab stood up and went about the task of selecting clothing suitable for this occasion. Black bikini panties and a matching net half bra, a mini-skirt with a wide leather belt. Black undies and black skirt were laid out on the bed. Next she selected a boyish cut white blouse with a deep vee neck and a collar to give her a liberated look, and black vinyl boots to further stimulate her son while she used the cypress paddle.
Maybe he would come up with a vicious hard-on. Arab desperately hoped so. She wanted Brand hard. Like a damned rock. She wanted him so hard his balls would feel as though they were locked in a vise. After the way he had fed his cock to Denise Crocker, the agony would serve him right.
Arab stepped into the black bikini panties and tugged them into place. She adjusted the crotch. She slipped the net bra around her slender waist, fastened the snaps and then twisted it around until the cups were directly beneath her breasts. She crammed, adjusted, smiled. The upper slopes of her breasts contrasted sharply with the black net bra. Again her smile broadened in appreciation of her tantalizing charms.
She shrugged into the white blouse and buttoned it into place over her breasts. Then she sat down on the edge of the king-size bed and slipped into her boots. The skirt was last. Another look in the mirror. A satisfied nod. Now she was ready.
A smile curved her lips as her thoughts went back to the last time she had been abused and seduced by her late husband. It had happened the night prior to his taking a fatal plane ride to Atlanta. She had costumed herself as a harem slave girl during the particular occasion. Hubby had done a rabbit number on her that night. No hickory or cypress paddle across her ass. He had simply trapped her in his arms and did his thing ...
He had shredded the transparent pants from her and then her briefs, halter and slippers. Jack the Ripper all the way. And when she was naked he dumped her on the king-size bed and buried his sweaty face between her big breasts. His granite-hard cock had palpitated against her thigh, and moments later he had moved into position and viciously rammed it between the dry lips of her cunt.
She had screamed in agony, the way she always screamed, only this time her howling had been for real, until the pain had passed, and then her hips jerked into life and went bananas.
They had slammed and smashed against each other like jungle beasts, moaning and groaning, until the moans and groans became shrieks of agony and ecstasy. It was insanity at breakneck speed, and yet it ended abruptly with the savage and mind-blowing detonation called climax ...
A timid knock sounded on the bedroom door. "Mother?"
Arab gave her shoulder length hair a final pat. "Come in, darling."
Brand entered the room and heeled the door shut behind him. He stopped, froze, stared. Seeing her costume brought him face to face with the cold fact that mother was not about to forgive and forget. He shook his head. "Mother, I don't want to be punished.
A contemptuous smile twisted her lips as she looked at her son.
Pliable. The boy was pliable.
And gutless. Not strong like his late father. Weak ...
Arab whirled toward the dresser to get the cypress paddle. His cowardice both disgusted and angered her. Severe discipline was the only medication she could offer as a possible cure for his malady. But she would have to administer treatment with extreme caution, otherwise his capacity for loving her might be crippled, and this she didn't want.
Arab gave Brand an over-the-shoulder glance. He was about to suffer at her hands for using his cock on Denise Crocker.
Arab opened the top drawer. The cypress paddle found its way into her hand. She examined it for a moment. The cypress paddle was two and a half feet long and three inches wide, with Swiss cheese holes drilled into the hard wood. This was the weapon Brand dreaded so much, and yet this was the same weapon he would meekly permit her to use on his ass.
Arab wagged the paddle at him. "Different strokes for different folks, darling. Take off your clothes."
"Mother ... "
"Obey," Arab snapped. "Now!"
Brand began to shake. He knew that begging was out of the question. At this stage he realized that her mind was closed to everything.
Brand stared at the shiny cypress paddle in her hand. Then he looked at her. Their glances met. A few moments later Brand wilted in the usual predictable way. He loosened his belt, ran down his fly zipper and removed his slacks.
He stepped clear of his slacks and toed them halfway across the room. He slipped out of his polo shirt and sent it flying after his pants. A tiny flicker of anger came alive inside of him as he removed his socks and shoes, then straightened slowly to stand before her, clad only in a pair of Jockey shorts.
The silence held.
Arab dropped her glance to the impressive bulge in the crotch of Brand's shorts and thought, Now I can understand why he left such big blotches of come stains on his bedsheets. Now I can also understand why Denise Crocker went all the way with him tonight. He's built like a real man. A damn shame he doesn't act like one whenever I put the hard lean on him.
"Take off those damn shorts!"
Brand hesitated. He locked glances with his mother. He shook his head. "No."
Arab's eyebrows arched in surprise for a moment, and then she slashed at him. "What did you say?"
Brand's gaze remained unwavering. "I said no, Mother. This mama putting her errant son to bed with an ass spanking is a bunch of shit. I'm not going to drop my shorts for you."
Arab tightened her grip on the cypress paddle. "In that case I'll have to burn your disobedient ass right through the damn things." Her voice flattened. "Come here and bend over."
Brand didn't bend, crack, crumble or disintegrate. She sensed something go cold in him. He was becoming objective, dispassionate. He was actually trying to stand up to her!
Arab tried to take the starch out of Brand's spine by saying coldly, "Your coming on strong isn't going to work, darling. I don't bluff worth a fuck, so all you're doing is prolonging the agony. I mean it, baby. One way or another, by the time you leave this room tonight, I'll have you house broken all over again."
"That's what you think, Mother."
"No, darling, that's what I know."
Brand stopped listening to her. Something primitive yet beautiful had happened to him during his wild orgy with Denise Crocker, and he had no intentions of surrendering it to his domineering mother.
Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not ever again.
It wasn't going to happen. He wouldn't let it happen. He had to be all man. And this meant that he would have to get rid of the strange shackles his mother wanted to keep him locked up in ... once and for all.
"Brand," Arab shrieked, "I'm talking to you!"
"You aren't talking, Mother—you're shouting."
"Don't sass me, young man!" Arab shrilled, breasts bucking violently. "Just shut up and get your naughty ass over here, now!"
His eyes flashed up to her. "Not a chance, Mother."
"Bend over and grab your ankles, you naughty little boy!" Arab screeched. "Now. Do you hear me, now!"
Brand watched her full and pointed breasts buck behind her boyish white blouse for a few more tense seconds. "Fuck you, Mother."
Arab's face mirrored shock. She forgot about the cypress paddle in her hand and did a wide-eyed number on Brand. Brand was coming on strong. The house cat was turning into a tiger. Was it really happening? Was she really seeing her baby become a man? Roaring mouse or roaring man? She had to be sure.
Arab tightened her grip on the cypress paddle in her hand, wagged it at Brand and said menacingly, "Game time, darling. Bend, damn you, bend!"
The corners of his mouth lifted. "Fuck you, Mother. I'm through jumping every time you snap a finger. Now I'm going to do some finger-snapping of my own. A switch, Mother. From now on you're going to be the slave and I the master."
Arab cocked her arm and prepared to whack him with the paddle. "Slave? I'll show you who's the slave in this house, you weak little bastard!"
Brand jerked the cypress paddle out of Arab's grip and shoved her away from him. Arab sprang back at him. He laughed and twisted her around so that her shapely ass turned toward him. Before she could whirl to face him again ... the cypress paddle made a whistling sound, then cracked sharply against her haunches and made her howl in agony.
Whack! Whack!
"Stop hitting me, damn you!"
Brand cracked her across the ass for the third time. Arab screeched, tensed, then whirled to face her son. A moment later she froze in shock. She saw Brand's deeply tanned and muscular body, naked except for the Jockey shorts, rippling with cat-like grace as he came toward her with a grim determination that sent chills racing up and down her spine.
"No more shackles, Mother. Not on me. Not ever again ... "
"Brand, don't!"
"Fuck you, Mother!"
"Brand!"
"Fuck you, Mother. You've had my ass a few times. Now I'm going to get some of yours."
The tips of Arab's breasts showed through the boyish white blouse as she attempted to back away from the cypress paddle. A moment later she landed on the bed in an awkward sprawl, face up. She lay motionless for a second, surprised.
Brand closed in for the kill with the cypress paddle and dusted her panties again.
Crack, crack, crack!
Arab writhed on the bed like a snake in heat. A moment later she began to make small whimpering sounds as agony changed from bitter to sweet. She was getting turned on, but she didn't know this yet. Throat muscles tightened; the whimpering sounds died.
"No more, darling, no more!"
Whack, whack, whack!
Putting the hurt on her asscheeks. Making her scream. Blinding her with pain.
Crack, crack, crack!
Driving her right up the wall of passion. Turning her on with pain.
Smack, smack, smack!
Sudden and hot flames of passion began to blaze in Arab's loins. Hot flames scorched the inner walls of her cunt and made her shriek.
"No more, Kevin, no more! One more whack over the ass and I'll go out of my bird! No more, Kevin, no more! I'm on fire! My cunt is burning up! Use your cock on my cunt! Put out my fire with your come! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Fuck me, Kevin, fuck me!"
Kevin? Brand frowned. Kevin was the name of his late father.
He looked at his mother curiously. Why was she calling him Kevin? It didn't make sense. At the moment nothing did. Fuck it. Let Mother call him anything she damn well pleased.
"Hose me, Kevin, hose me! Put out my fire with your come! Now, you sonofabitch, now!"
"Fuck you, Mother," Brand growled as he brought the cypress paddle into play once more. "You don't tell me what to do any more. I'll put out your fire when I get damn good and ready to put it out."
Crack!
"That hurts, that hurts!"
Smack!
"Bastard! Rotten stinking bastard!"
Whack!
The cypress paddle in Brand's hand kept striking, hurting. It didn't bug Arab. Not anymore. Misery was gone. Now the agony had turned into ecstasy, and now she wanted more of the wood. Kevin was forgotten. She knew Brand was dusting her panties, and she let him know that she knew, She chanted his name and begged unashamedly for him to keep hitting her across the ass, for at this point she was on the brink of eruption ...
The cypress paddle stopped stinging her asscheeks with a suddenness that startled her. Arab rolled over on her back and stared wide-eyed at Brand. She watched him fling the paddle against the wall and skin out of his Jockey shorts. A moment later his long fat cock sprang into view and pointed toward her.
Brand stepped toward her, his hard cock swaying.
"No, Brand, no! I'm not Denise Crocker or some other cheap whore—I'm your mother!"
Brand wanted to put the cock to her. He damn well intended to put the cock to her. Not later. Now.
"No, Brand, no! I'm your mother!"
Brand glared down at Arab for a few seconds. Then he fisted her shoulder length hair and forced her out of the rumpled bed. He released his grip on her hair and hugged her to his body. Arab winced. His arms were like steel bands. She felt his rock-hard cock against her gently rounded stomach. She struggled to break free of his savage embrace. The steel bands tightened around her. She couldn't escape!
"Damn you, Mother, stop fighting me!" Brand croaked as his cock wormed its way between her thighs. "It won't do you a fucking bit of good to struggle. No way. With or without your permission ... tonight I'm going to slap the prick to you."
Arab squirmed free of his embrace and shoved him away from her. She made a mad scramble for the cypress paddle. He reached and missed, Arab didn't.
The cypress paddle filled her hand. She was pissed. Really pissed. Mother's arm turned into a blur and cypress crashed into his hip. The force of the blow knocked Brand on his ass.
"All right, darling," Arab screeched, "let's find out how tough you really are!"
The cypress paddle met skull and dazed Brand. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs from his brain and staggered to his feet. The room kept spinning. Mother came toward him, breasts bouncing, nipples showing through the white blouse. She was determined to castrate him all the way, for good. It wasn't going to happen. He wouldn't let it happen, No way.
"This is a brand new ball game, darling," Arab hissed as she kept advancing. "And here is where I knock your big balls right out of the park."
Brand dropped to his knees as Mother swung the cypress paddle again. He heard it whistle over his head. He gripped her booted ankles and jerked both feet but from under her.
Arab went over backwards. The cypress paddle jumped out of her hand and landed on the bed. She landed on her ass, on the floor.
"Disobedient little bastard!" Arab screamed at him. "I should have popped your skull the first time I zapped you!"
Brand slid away from her and came to his knees. Mother made a hissing sound and tried to claw his chest. Brand cursed. His open hand cracked against Mother's cheek like a pistol shot, and he saw tears of pain flood her eyes.
"Kinky sonofabitch, you hurt me!" Arab hissed through clenched teeth, and then she attempted to bite him!
Mother was in a crouching position when he tagged her a second time. A moment later she was sitting on her ass, shaking her head.
He made it to his feet on the third try, and Mother attempted to topple him. She made a grab for his balls, missed. He stopped thinking of her as a woman and did what had to be done. He fisted the front of her boyish blouse and yanked her up from the floor.
There was a ripping sound as Mother attempted to escape his grip. Buttons popped free to reveal the black net half bra and the upper hemispheres of her bucking breasts. She attempted to spin free. She twisted and the blouse slid clear of her body.
Brand tossed the material aside and whirled her around to face him. His strong fingers bit into her shoulders. She struggled for a few more seconds, and then decided to fight him on his own terms. She suddenly went limp in his arms.
Arab insinuated her body against Brand and flung her arms around his neck. Bra-covered breasts mashed against his naked chest as she strained her pelvic area to his ... and then tried to sink her teeth into his neck.
Brand dug the heels of his hands into her tits and shoved her away from himself. A moment later he froze and stared at her in shock.
Mother's face was a flushed mask of passion. "Hang in there, darling! Don't stop now! Humble me! I want you to walk over me! Do it!"
"Do what, Mother? Say it. What do you want me to do?"
"You know."
"Say it!"
"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me!"
Brand scooped her up in his arms and stretched her out on the king-size bed. He climbed in beside her and assumed a kneeling position. He snagged his fingers into the front of her black net half bra and gave it a fierce jerk; the scrap of material broke clear and her breasts quivered into nakedness, rouged nipples jutting.
"That's it, darling," Mother panted. "Treat me like the dirtiest whore in the world. Your whore. Rip me, rip me!"
She was drowning.
Drowning in her own flesh.
Arab's body quivered as Brand removed the belt from around her waist, unlocked the hip zipper on her mini-skirt and removed it. Panties next. Now, except for the black vinyl boots, she was stark naked ... and ready to receive Brand's long fat cock.
Brand took a sharp breath as he viewed his mother's curly-haired cunt at close range for the first time. Pussy lips were moist, the clitoris erect.
Brand swallowed hard. "Your cunt."
"What about my cunt, darling?"
"It's beautiful."
"And it's all yours, darling. Take it."
"Not yet, Mother. Let me play with your tits first."
"Do whatever you want with me, darling."
Brand dropped his hands to her exquisite breasts and kneaded the jutting nipples. Mother's ass began to make thump-thump sounds against the mattress. He wanted her ass to bounce faster. He played a teasing game. His hands caressed her shapely haunches.
"Ah," Arab purred, "your hands feel delicious on my asscheeks."
"Let me know how my cock feels when I shove it up your ass," Brand rasped as he spread her legs and climbed in between them. "In we go!"
Arab paled and stiffened beneath Brand's pressing weight. His cockhead touched her tense anal ring. She begged, "Not in the ass, darling, not in the ass!"
Brand laughed and rammed his cock up her ass with one savage thrust.
Brand's cock rammed into her. Surprisingly, there was no pain.
"Are you all right, Mother?"
"I'm fine, darling," Arab answered as her hips began to grind over the long fat cock that filled her asshole. "You didn't put the hurt on me. Your cock feels nice inside my ass. So big. So alive. So ... manly. Make it feel more manly, darling. Make me feel womanly. Fuck me hard, fuck me good!"
Brand withdrew his cock a few inches, then bolted it home again. They were starved for each other as only true lovers could be starved.
Their lips met and locked in a passionate kiss as Brand sawed his cock in and out of her bouncing ass.
"Ah," Arab sighed as she reluctantly moved her mouth away from his, "don't be so timid, darling. Brutalize me! Turn your big fat cock into a battering ram and make me beg for mercy."
"How does this grab you?" Brand growled as he rammed his cock all the way in. "How does this grab you?"
Arab coiled her legs around Brand's shoulders. A moment later she relaxed against the cock that filled her ass.
"Oooh, that hurts so good!"
Brand stared down at her. "Hurts?"
"It hurts like hell," Arab panted. "But don't stop doing your number on my ass. Make me ache harder. I love it. Put the big hurt on me with your long fat cock. Do it, darling, do it!"
Brand put the hurt on her squirming ass.
"My clit, darling," Arab said raggedly. "Squeeze my clit!"
"A hard squeeze?"
"Yes, darling, hard!"
Brand stopped toying with Mother's breasts and snaked an arm around her slender waist and fumbled through the pubic underbrush until he found her clit. He applied friction to the tip of it with the heel of his hand.
Arab shuddered, moaned.
Brand trapped her clitoris between thumb and forefinger and massaged it while he fucked her in the ass.
Arab kept moaning. Now she was racing at breakneck speed toward the steep edge of climax ...
"I'm almost home, Brand! Bring me all the way! Make me come, darling! Ream me, ream me!"
Brand applied more pressure to her clit and bucked in and out of her asshole. He ignored the sweat that trickled down into his eyes as he headed toward a climax. A few seconds later he buried his bone deep and filled Mother's anal canal with a hot and generous load of come.
Arab shuddered violently as the hot lava in her cunt threatened to erupt. The eruption occurred a moment later. She detonated with a mind-bending come that almost rendered her unconscious.
"Ahhhhhh," she said, nothing more.
Brand sagged against Arab and panted until his breathing returned to normal. Then he withdrew his slowly softening cock from her ass and leaned back. He watched his seminal fluid leak out of Arab's asshole.
Arab sat up beside Brand and felt more of his come ooze out of her tail to stain the bedding.
"The word for you is virile, darling. And juicy as hell. Judging by the way your jism is gushing out of me, you must have poured a gallon of it into my fanny."
Brand reached for a box of tissues and passed her a handful. "Denise Crocker said practically the same thing, Mother."
A sore spot was touched. Arab's eyes darkened with anger. "I don't want to hear another word about that two-bit slut, Brand. Do you hear me? Not one more damn word."
"Pull in your claws, Mother. From now on I'll go where I please, when I please, with whom I please, and there won't be a damn thing you'll be able to do to stop it. Did you hear what I just said, Mother?"
"I heard."
"But did you understand what I said?"
Arab nodded. "The message was clear."
Brand finished wiping his wilted cock. "It really is good, Mother. Everything about tonight and the two of us is good."
Her smile was provocative as she said huskily, "Yes, darling, good. And beautiful. Truly beautiful." And then the provocative smile dropped from her sensual lips as her thoughts rambled on. But what will happen when tomorrow comes, my darling'? I'm good now, but I won't be if Denise Crocker comes on strong and uses her hot little body to turn you against your own mother ...
Denise Crocker. The name was like a hot poker in her brain. Denise was the single disturbing factor in what could still turn out to be a long and passionate affair with her own son. A forever affair. Only something would have to be done about the little honey blonde who had taken Brand's cherry.
But what?
An excited look came into her eyes. There was a way. Denise's father worked for her. The man was an ass-licker. He also cheated on his expense account. She would send Mitch Crocker on a trip to Key West, and then invite Denise over here for the weekend ... to throw a scare into her.
She would lay it right on the line and threaten to take away the job from Denise's high-rolling father. She smiled grimly. If it meant keeping Brand close to her bedside, she would unhesitatingly do more than threaten to keep the hot-assed little honey blonde witch away from her son, her lover.
Yes, tomorrow she would send Mitch Crocker to Key West, and invite Denise over for the weekend ...
Thoughts jumped back into the present as Arab watched Brand wipe his cock with the tissues. "Care to join me in a drink, darling?"
Brand shook his head. "I'd rather do another sex number on you, Mother."
Arab smiled with quick pleasure. "My pussy is yours, darling."
He shook his head again. "I don't want to soak my cock in your cunt, Mother. Not yet."
Arab steeled herself for what she guessed he had in mind. "Oh? Where, then, darling?"
"In your mouth, Mother. I want you to take my cock in your mouth and suck me off."
Arab stared at his fresh hard-on. A moment later her brow wrinkled. "I'm not averse to sucking your cock, darling, only I'm not too sure I can handle it. That's a pretty big piece of meat for me. That huge cockhead of yours might not fit."
"We'll make it fit, Mother."
Arab's eyes remained on the cock. She wet her lips. "How, darling?"
"The easy way, how else? Just open your mouth as wide as possible and let it happen."
"Arab pouted prettily. "I don't know about this, darling ... "
He didn't give her a chance to finish. "Don't hassle me, Mother. I want you to suck my cock, so no more shit, okay?"
Arab started to climb out of bed. He pushed against her breasts and forced her head back against the pillow. "You're going to blow me, Mother. I'll help you blow me. Just yawn as wide as you can and I'll do the rest. I'll straddle your big tits and fuck you in the mouth, from the top. Do it, Mother!"
I'll let Brand fuck me in the mouth. I've got to let him fuck me in the mouth. I don't want to lose him to Denise Crocker ...
"Mother?"
Arab surrendered with a loud sigh. "I'm not going to hassle you, darling. You're my man. If you want to fuck me in the mouth, do it. Only please don't fill my mouth with that big love muscle of yours all at one time. Let me get used to it an inch at a time, okay?"
His mood gentled. He stroked her hair, face, breasts. "I won't put the hurt on your throat with my cock, Mother. Trust me."
Her smile was quick. "I trust you, darling. One more favor? When you get geared to dump your load of come in my mouth, sound a little warning, okay?"
"Why?" he asked suspiciously. "So you can spit it out?"
Arab rolled her head from side to side on the pillow. "I would never insult you by doing something like that, darling. It's just that I wouldn't want to swallow it all at once. The nectar of the phallic gods is like vintage champagne; it should be swallowed slowly, not gulped."
Brand straddled Arab and sat down on her hot naked breasts. He felt her stiff nipples gouge into his asscheeks.
Balls throbbed in agony, and for a few tense seconds it became tight-sphincter time. He gritted his teeth to keep from having a premature ejaculation. He guided the knob of his heavy cock toward Mother's puckered red lips.
Arab stared at his cockhead and moistened her lips. "I'm ready to play, darling. Tell me what to do."
"Let me see your tongue, Mother."
Arab's pink tongue stiffened and darted toward his cockhead. "Like this, darling?"
"Perfect. Now pretend my cock is an ice-cream cone and lick the knob a little."
Ice cream cone? Those words were familiar. Arab winced inwardly. Brand was beginning to sound exactly like her late husband ...
"Do it, Mother," Brand said with impatience. "Take my cock in your hot little hand and lick it like an ice-cream cone!"
Arab coiled a slender finger around the base of his heavily veined cock. Eyes widened and her lower lip trembled for a moment. She drew his flesh closer. Then her pink tongue curved downward and swiped at the underside of his cockhead.
Brand sighed luxuriously. The beginning of his second blow job ...
Arab explored the tiny aperture on his huge cockhead and after a minute or so she moved her tongue away from it. "Your come tastes absolutely delicious, darling. I knew it would. Ummmm. So damn, damn delicious. Like fresh cream."
Brand wriggled his ass over Arab's naked breasts. "You can get more cream, Mother. All you have to do is take my bone in your beautiful mouth and suck for it. Don't rake it with your teeth. Just use your tongue and your lips, okay?"
"That damn Denise Crocker seems to have turned you into a sudden expert on how a cock should or should not be sucked, darling."
"Don't get all bent out of shape, Mother. I'm willing to bet you'll make Denise look like an amateur. Prove me right. Swing, Mother, swing."
Arab took a deep breath and started to swing. Her mouth opened wide and she took his cockhead into it. Brand watched two or more inches of his cock vanish beyond her stretched red lips and experienced the strangest sensation of his life. Denise Crocker had turned him on with her mouth, but Mother was turning him on even more with hers. There was something about feeling and seeing a pair of ripe red lips hugging and slithering over his cock that rocked him.
"Go, Mother, go!"
Arab went ...
"The pump is primed," Brand said raggedly as he cupped the back of his mother's head and crammed more of his cock in her mouth. "Now tighten your lips and hold them tight while I do my fuck number."
Arab applied more pressure to his cock with her lips. She was more than willing.
"Help me, Mother," Brand rasped as he started to fuck her mouth. "Lick me, suck me, eat me!"
Arab licked, sucked, ate.
Brand groaned.
Arab raked her teeth over his cock.
"Again," Brand shrilled. "Do that again, Mother!"
Arab raked her teeth over his twitching cock again.
"One more time, Mother!"
Arab obeyed ...
Brand slipped more of his juicy cock in Arab's mouth. Instinct took over as the knob of his cock reached her tonsil area, and then she did something that permitted his instrument of pleasure to slip down her throat. A few seconds later Brand's hot and heavy balls came to rest on her chin; he was all the way home.
Arab turned her lips into a vise. She gripped. Then sucked and tugged on his delicious cock.
"Ah," Brand said, his voice coated with a mixture of passion and awe, "I knew you'd be good but I never expected you to be this good, Mother. The sword swallowing bit you just did on me is unbelievable. And you didn't even gag!" He shook his head. "I still can't believe it, Mother."
The awe in Brand's voice pleased Arab. It also told her that taking his long fat cock in her mouth might be the one way to keep him from straying too far from her bed in the future.
Sounds helped too, and she made some now by mumblin around his throbbing cock. "Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm."
The animal noises coming from around his prick got to Brand. He gritted his teeth. He didn't want to get his rocks off. Not yet. He fought it. He kept his cock buried deep in Arab's throat until the urge to come passed. Then he withdrew and proceeded to fuck her in the mouth.
Slowly. Too slowly to suit Arab.
Arab cupped his sweaty balls. Stop gritting your teeth every time you come to the edge of climax and take the jump. Give me your juice! I'm so thirsty for your semen! So very very thirsty ...
Arab continued to toy with his sweaty balls, and nip at his cock with her teeth ...
Sharp daggers of delight stabbed at Brand's groin as orgasm drew closer and closer. The agony became unbearable. He surrendered to the inevitable and a moment later he erupted. He felt his hot load rip loose, flooding his mother's mouth. He watched and listened as she gulped loud and quick to keep up with the liquid he was releasing. When she finished swallowing, he took his cock out of her mouth. "That was one hell of a wild ride you just gave me, Mother."
Arab licked a stray droplet of come from the corner of her mouth and swallowed it. "Wilder than the one Denise Crocker gave you with her mouth, darling?"
Brand shook his head. "You'll never know the answer to that question, Mother."
Arab took his cock in her hand and stroked it tenderly. Then she forced a smile to her lips. "It doesn't matter, darling. All I want you to do is love me. That's all, Brand, just love me. Throw a good fuck into me."
"In the cunt?"
"Why not? It's the only hole you missed tonight. Please?" Her grip tightened on his cock. "Pretty please?"
"You must have given a lot of hand jobs in your time, Mother."
"A few."
"They work. I'm surprised. I was sure you couldn't make me hard again."
Arab smiled as her hand continued to stroke his cock into a complete erection. "Which proves that there are a lot of things you don't know about Mother, darling."
"That's no shit," Brand agreed as he jerked his cock out of her hand and scrambled between her yawning legs. "But I'm willing to learn."
Arab guided his cockhead toward the moist lips of her hungry cunt.
Brand watched the swollen knob of his cock stretch the glistening lips of Mother's melting cunt and vanish behind them. He clutched her marble hips and waited for the action to start. It came a moment later. Mother locked her legs around his buttocks and rubbed her black vinyl boots over his backflesh. Her body tensed. Then, quickly and unexpectedly, she lunged upward and took the entire length of his cock inside her anxious cunt.
Arab's eyes grew large. "Damn, damn, damn, I forgot how big you are!" She laughed breathlessly. "No matter. The pain is gone." She brought her hips into play. "Do your thing, cowboy. Ride me, ride me!"
Brand rode. He gripped her bucking asscheeks and put the phallic spurs to her pussy. He humped, bumped, slammed, and with each hump and bump and slam his ride came closer and closer to trail's end ...
"Fuck me harder, darling, fuck me harder!" Arab begged unashamedly as her hips went berserk. "Make me come, make me come! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Brand fucked. He sawed his cock in and out of her snapping cunt and panted.
"Like this, Mother?"
"Beautiful! Go, darling, go!"
Bodies locked, rocked. The bed shook.
Arab tightened her long legs around his moving haunches and shrieked.
"Fuck me, darling, fuck me! Buck, batter and bruise my burning cunt! Harder, faster! Ahhh, ahhh, I'm almost there! I'm on the clock! Another second or two should do the trick! Ahhh, ahhh! Ram your long fat cock all the way home! Again! Again! One more time! Ooooh!"
Brand dug his fingernails into her bouncing ass. A moment later it happened. Arab detonated as Brand's balls banged into her hypersensitive cunt.
She moaned.
And blanked out.
Brand felt his mother become motionless under him but paid no attention to her sudden lifelessness until he finished getting his rocks off. Then he backed his bloated cock free and came to a kneeling position between her languid thighs. He looked down at her. "Mother, are you all right?"
No answer.
"Mother?"
Still no answer.
He shook her. "Mother!"
Nothing.
Bewilderment mirrored his sweaty face as he studied her. Something had come down heavy, but what? Then, suddenly, he understood what had happened. A wide grin split his face.
Cock.
He had knocked out Mother with his cock!
Brand slipped out of bed and examined his wilted whang for a few seconds. Its enormity impressed him. He was hung like a mule. A real super jock. He still found it difficult to believe that Mother had blanked out from the come he had given her, but seeing was believing ...
Tonight he had gone into combat against his domineering mother and won the battle.
Now he was the king of the jungle.
Tonight he had hurt, humiliated, dominated and then enslaved his own mother.
Why stop with his mother?
Why not enslave other perfumed dolls and make them do his bidding? It could be done. It could be done with no sweat.
He had the power.
And he was free. Like a big-assed bird. Tonight, for the first time in his life, he was free!
Tonight he had learned how to stand and walk like a man.