Mature My Submissive Mother-in-law

My name is Art. I grew up in a well to do family and was never denied anything I wanted. This likely contributed to me getting spoiled from the get-go. In high school, I did fairly well, and excelled especially in sports. In my senior year I was 6'1", about 195 pounds, and the quarterback of our school football team. Whether it was my looks, my football skills, or both, I became a magnet for chicks. It continued in college as well.

On my 20th birthday, my teammates arranged a semi-surprise party in my honor. Among the guests were not just other students, but the coaching team too. The intention was good, but it prevented us from drinking alcohol. The coordinators of the celebration apologized and promised another, more private one a month later.

The second party was much wilder: In the corner, there was a large cocktail bowl and a variety of beers. Only 25 students attended, among them most of the football team members, their mates and a couple of others who joined the invited guests. Among the 'others' was a pretty girl, who came with Diane, the girlfriend of my linebacker. She seemed shy and didn't drink anything.

I asked Diane to introduce us. She brought her to me and said, "This is Wanda. She is my BFF and a freshman like me." Then she turned to Wanda and joked, "And this is the birthday boy. Ignore his ugly face, lack of football skills, and his manners. On occasion, he IS nice to me."

Wanda had a million-dollar smile. She extended her tiny hand to me and said, "Diane must really like you. She never talks like that about other guys."

I complained, "I thought of dating her, but she was already going out with my buddy, so for more than a month now, every night I cry desperately about my loss."

Diane intervened, "Don't believe a word he says. I don't know of any girl who would refuse to go out with him. In fact, he was chosen as THE STUD by a group of girls."

Wanda smiled, "I can see the reason: He is handsome, athletic, and has a sense of humor."

I grabbed her hand, "Wanda, you are the only girl who doesn't offend me in my own party. I like you. Will you dance with me?"

"I am not a great dancer, but if you are still interested, I'll be happy to."

I led her to the dim floor, where 3 other couples were already dancing, and took Wanda in my arms. It was a slow and easy dance. During the dance, she leaned her head on my chest and murmured, "You wear a good deodorant." I sniffed her hair and said, "I like your smell too." We danced for 3 consecutive songs. Then she gazed into my eyes and mumbled, "I think we better stop here. I see other girls watching us and hoping to get your attention."

"Wanda, it's MY party, so at least this evening, I can choose who I wish to pay attention to. You are right that it's not nice if I am only with you the whole evening, but I'd like to see you again."

She glanced into my eyes for a long moment and then gave me her phone number. During the rest of the time, I danced with 3 other girls, drank 2 beers, and chatted with friends. It ended slightly after midnight. Then I drove home and slept like a baby.

The next day, I found Wanda's number in my pocket. I called her and invited her to the movies. She agreed, and the following day, we watched Gladiator 2. She sat to my right. During the movie, I hugged her upper arm, and her head rested on my shoulder.

Before the movie ended, she sat up and looked at my face. I took the opportunity and kissed her red lips. She leaned back on her chair, spread her lips, and welcomed my tongue into her sweet mouth.

After the movie, in my car, while driving home, she blurted, "I liked the movie a lot. And I like you too."

I grinned, "I like the sound of it. May I, please, date you?"

She chuckled, "It's a great compliment to me, but doing that will break a few hearts of girls who hoped they'd be the ones."

"Girl, with all due respect, I want you."

"You are a good kisser..."

"But I am not sure about YOUR kissing skills. To be sure, I'll have to test it again."

She laughed and pouted her luscious lips. I French kissed her, with our tongues twirling. She hugged me and whispered, "Art, I REALLY like you."

I felt good with Wanda. She was somewhat introverted, but funny when she was in the right mood. Her beauty and gorgeous athletic body were big pluses, too. She lived with her mother in a 2 story house, in one of the nice neighborhoods.

Two weeks after our first date, Wanda invited me to a dinner at her house.

I asked, "Is it OK with your mother? I'd hate to impose."

Wanda quipped, "Unless you are allergic to every food, it won't be a problem. Mom rarely has guests, so having you there will be a nice change."

"Is your mother nice or obnoxious and ugly like you?"

She grinned, "I got my face from her side of the family. She is rather timid, but once she feels comfortable in your presence, she is much nicer than me."

"Good. If she is the way you describe her, I might change my mind and start dating her."

Wanda giggled, "I'll tell her you said that."

"Please, don't. She might think I mocked her before we even met."

"Don't worry, in time you'll see that she is easy to get along with."

The dinner took place on Friday evening. I wanted to make a good impression, so I shaved, showered, and put on clean clothes and sneakers. On the way to the house, I stopped at a flower shop and bought a dozen white and red roses.

Wanda opened the door for me, and her eyes inspected me up and down. She chuckled, "You dressed nicer for my mother than you ever did for me."

"Honey, I don't know her yet and I am scared that if she is unimpressed by me, she'll object to me dating you."

"Art, she is not like that. She is very docile and trusts me with everything. Since my father's passing, at times Mom seems helpless, and I take the role of adult in our relationship."

She guided me to the living room where her mother sat. The mother's face looked a lot like Wanda's except for slightly wider cheekbones, a couple of wrinkles, and shorter, darker hair. She was more voluptuous than her daughter.

I handed her the flowers and said, "Ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you at last. I hoped to see you earlier, but Wanda denied it. I think she was afraid I'd find you more attractive than her. Well, she was right. May I date you instead of your daughter?"

She stood up, grinned, and mumbled to Wanda, "Honey, you were right. He IS funny." Then she turned to me, "My name is Tessa, and I am happy you agreed to come for dinner. I forgot to ask Wanda what were your preferred foods, but at least she told me you were not allergic to anything. I hope you'll like what I made."

"Tessa, you made Wanda, so you are already on my 'good person' list. The truth is that I like to eat, and I am not very picky about my food."

"Art, everything will be ready in 15 minutes. In the meantime, sit and chat with Wanda."

The dinner included a sirloin steak, mashed potatoes with a touch of garlic, pickles, and spumoni ice cream. Everything was delicious. When we were done, I licked my fingers and said, "Please, forgive me. I usually don't do it, but the meal was very tasty."

The ladies giggled, and I saw Tessa whisper something to Wanda. I heard only part of what she said, "... like him... good..."

After dinner, Wanda and I went to her room. It had posters of Yellowstone Park, an impressive sunset, and The Beatles. I sat down on the edge of her bed. She sat on my lap, hugged my neck and muttered, "Mom likes you. You made a good impression on her."

"That's nice, but I am more interested in making a good impression on her daughter."

She kissed me and whispered, "You did. I think I am in love with you already."

I kissed her back and said, "Be careful. I may take advantage of your feelings."

She winked at me, "I think you should."

Until that evening, we had kissed and fondled, but had not had sex yet. I stared at her, "Are you talking about right now?"

"Yes. The way you dressed, and your effect on my mother made me horny."

"Wanda honey, are you sure? Your Mom may hear us."

"So what? We are 2 adults and have all the right to have sex with each other."

"I'd love to see your naked body..."

"Only if you remove your clothes as well."

"You first."

Wanda smiled. Her fingers pulled down the back zipper of her short gray dress, and the upper part landed on her narrow waist. Her silky white bra covered nicely her C cup breasts. Her skin was flawless.

Wanda pulled down the dress and let it fall on the soft carpet. The matching, low cut panties looked good on her. The concave navel was pierced with a small light blue jewel. She saw me ogle her body and grinned, "I see you haven't escaped yet. It must be a good sign."

My voice sounded husky, "Continue..."

Next came off her bra, revealing a pair of perfect tits. They stood high on her chest, displaying large areolas and dark pointy nipples. I was tempted to suck on them but resisted and waited for her to finish undressing. In the meantime, my pecker was rising alarmingly fast, and my pants showed a noticeable tent.

Wanda looked straight into my eyes and lowered her panties at a snail's pace. Her dark brown landing strip led to a nice set of folds with a small clitoris.

I swallowed my saliva, licked my lips, and asked, "Honey, may I pounce now?"

She laughed, "Not yet, big boy. First, I wish to see you naked."

I undressed much faster and stood naked before her. Her eyes explored my body, and then she commented, "Art, I love your muscular body, but please control your threatening dick."

"Sorry lady, but your body is very sexy, and my member has the urge to act upon it."

She murmured, "I am already wet too..."

We went to bed. I offered to go down on her, but Wanda refused, saying she wanted us to make love before anything else. She lay supine and spread her legs for me. I knelt between her shapely thighs, lifted her knees somewhat, aimed my raging organ into her opening, and gingerly advanced inside her narrow tunnel. Fortunately, abundant juices made the progress easier. The deeper I entered, the faster her heart rate and breathing were. My own arousal was increasing as well. Once I was in all the way, I glanced at her face. She stared at me lovingly and murmured, "You are so big... but it feels great. Now fuck me. I think I won't last long."

I began ramming my organ into her at an accelerated rhythm, while my palms tweaked her firm boobs. Wanda closed her eyes and groaned softly. With no prior warning, her body tensed, and she started convulsing. I heard a shrieking sound escaping her mouth. I intensified my pounding and pinched lightly her nipples. The shriek turned into a howl, and her body movements became uncontrolled. My own orgasm was also building rapidly. I accelerated my strokes to the maximum, and half a minute later, orgasmed while growling wildly. I flooded her womb with gallons of slimy spunk, remembering too late that I forgot to ask her if she used a birth control method.

When I was done, I pulled out and hugged her. I whispered in her ear, "Wanda, honey, I loved every minute of our sex." Her eyes remained closed, but I saw a tired smile on her pretty face. I left her house half an hour later.

We continued our relationship for another 6 months before I proposed to her. We got married when she was 22, and I was 24. At our wedding, we had about 200 guests, most of them were my friends, teammates, and relatives. Wanda's side included her mother, who looked good in her long blue gown, an uncle, 2 cousins, and 3 girlfriends.

There were lots of food and drinks. The whole event was noisy yet entertaining. My first dance was with Wanda, but later, I invited Tessa for a dance as well. She was a good dancer, but whenever she came close to me, her big tits pressed against my chest, and I felt my prick started to grow. During the dance, I commented I liked her dress. She whispered, "Thank you." When the song was over, I said I needed to go to the bathroom. I went there, readjusted my half mast pecker, waited a couple of minutes until it deflated, and returned to the ballroom. Altogether, the celebration lasted about 4 hours. When it ended, Wanda and I were too exhausted to do anything else but go to sleep.

In the following days, Wanda and I debated where to reside. By then, I worked shifts as a male nurse in the surgery department of the nearby hospital, and with mortgage payments, we could purchase a house for ourselves. However, Wanda argued that if we moved, her mother would be lonely. Tessa didn't have GOOD friends, and lived with her daughter since her husband died of congestive heart failure. In the end, we agreed to temporarily stay with Tessa in the same house.

A week later, we settled in their house: On the first floor we had our own bedroom, a bathroom, and an extra room that could serve as a workroom. Tessa's sleeping quarter was upstairs, but during the day, she spent most of her time downstairs, either in the living room or kitchen.

I talked to Tessa about the arrangement and asked whether she liked it vs. Wanda and me moving to a different house. She smiled and mumbled she'd rather we stayed in her house.

The first several weeks were an adjustment to the 3 of us being in the same house. Meal times changed - I worked different shifts each week. Watching TV - Initially, there was only a single TV in the living room. Later, we bought new furniture, some appliances, and bedding.

Our sex life changed too: In the beginning, we attempted to lower the noise level during our sexual activities, but in time, we just stopped worrying about it. We knew Tessa could, and probably did, hear us, but trying to suppress Wanda's screams became a burden that reduced our spontaneity and pleasure. Tessa was mum about the subject, and we had no idea how it affected her - Until a particular Tuesday morning.

That morning, Wanda left early, and I was still home because I was supposed to work the evening shift. I was looking for my favorite coffee mug and couldn't find it. Tessa was not downstairs, so I climbed to the second floor to talk to her. As I approached the closed door, I heard soft, rhythmic, squeaky noises coming from the room. As I came closer, another, buzzing sound was also heard. Really?! Was she using a vibrator?... I stood by the door and listened. Tessa was mumbling quietly, "... yes, honey, fuck me harder... you love my ass, don't you? It's yours..."

After hearing her, I rushed downstairs, prepared my cereals, and began eating. Tessa came down 20 minutes later. She smiled like she just woke up, and said, "You should have waited for me. I can make your eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee."

I ogled her. She wore her usual unassuming long robe, and her face was flushed. She apparently enjoyed her masturbation.

My mind was still imagining her using the vibrator on her cunt, and I neglected to react to her breakfast offer.

She laughed, "This morning, your brain seems to be somewhere else. I hope it's in a good place."

I grinned, "Yes, Tessa, it is." I decided that since Tessa had no real sex life, she was likely doing the second best thing. After breakfast, before driving to work, Tessa and I watched together several silly sitcoms.

The same week, on Thursday, before going to sleep, Wanda told me her father used the attic as a storage area. Neither she nor her mother ever climbed there. She asked me to go and fetch the old suitcase with her old memorabilia.

The next morning, when both Wanda and Tessa were out, I went to the attic with a flashlight and looked around. The father died long ago, and nobody else visited this area in years. Everything was dusty. I located the suitcase, put it at the entrance and investigated for other 'treasures.' There were small drawers and shelves with old clothes, broken toys, and even some (unusable?) appliances. On the highest shelf, I noticed a small box. It was marked 'PRIVATE.' I was curious and took it with the suitcase downstairs. I left the suitcase in our bedroom.

Next, I opened the box. It contained an envelope with pictures and 3 VHS videotapes marked XXX1-3. I examined the photos. They started fading, but were of good quality. The first picture showed young Tessa sitting topless on the living room sofa, cupping her large tits. Her face was smiley and was almost a copy of her daughter's current face. She was busty and extremely sexy. In the second photo, naked Tessa was lying on the living room rug with her upper body resting on her elbows and her large breasts hanging down. She had a seductive expression. Classic pinup girl! In 2 other pictures, Tessa was seen with her cunt exposed, tied to the bedposts. In the other ones, Tessa was photographed sucking a cock, being fucked vaginally, and the last one with an erect organ in her anus.

Geez, I would have never believed our shy, conservative Tessa agreed to have those racy pictures taken!

Subsequently, I climbed to the attic again. Among the old appliances, I found what I was looking for: An old VHS video recorder. The cord was still attached to a power source, suggesting that before his death, Wanda's father used to watch these videos on a regular basis...

I placed the first tape in the slot and began playing it. Tessa in her 20s was kneeling on the living room carpet and smiling at the camera. A man's voice sounded. "Bitch, you know what to do next." She lowered her head and whispered, "Yes, Master."

"So ask nicely, and I might grant you your wish."

"Please, Master, may I suck your beautiful cock? I wish to please you with my lips, and will be happy to swallow your precious cum."

"Good sub. Your wish is granted. But this time, you better not spill a drop, or I'll have to spank you again."

Tessa crawled on her knees and elbows, and grabbed the stiff member between 2 fingers. She licked the soft head, then moved down to his shaft, and lastly, she licked his ball sack. Tessa smiled at her man and said, "Sir, it's clean. Now for the fun part." Her full lips opened wide, and about half his prick disappeared inside. She began bobbing on him and shortly after, accelerated her pace. The guy moaned and roughed her tits with his palms. Her speed increased further. The man groaned loudly, and soon after, his hands held the back of her head tightly as his body jerked, ejaculating deep in her throat. She managed his load without spilling, cleaned the remaining stains off his shaft, and grinned, "Master, I was a good girl, wasn't I?" His hand caressed her wavy hair, and he said, "Right. Here, I bought you a new toy to use when you go to sleep." He handed Tessa an adult size pacifier. She smiled, "Thank you, Master, I love the present and will suck on it every night."

After that clip, there was a break of 2 minutes in the recording, and then the next session began. Tessa was naked with only high heel shoes on. She was on her back on the dining table, with her ass on the edge, her legs spread, and the feet on the floor. She was sucking on her pacifier, as her man was plowing her cunt. The camera was placed on the shelf slightly above Tessa's level, and the man's body was seen. Once he bent on her body to milk her tits, and I recognized him as her husband, based on his pictures that were still hanging on the wall. His hands were around her neck as he blurted, "Slut, what would you like me to do with you now?"

"Master, YOU decide. You always know what's best for me. I am only a bitch..."

"Well, cheap whore, I think I am in the mood to torture your filthy pussy. Any objection?"

"No, sir. I adore everything you do with my body. Sorry... I meant YOUR body."

"Better don't forget it again! I own you. Your 'former' body is mine to use and abuse the way I feel like."

"Of course, Master. I apologize for my slipup. It won't happen again."

Then Wanda's Dad began drilling relentlessly Tessa's cunt. In the beginning, it looked like she was hurting, but not long after, she shuddered and began screaming, "Oh god, Master, you are the best! I am cumming..." He stopped in his tracks, slapped her butt forcefully and shouted, "Slut, you didn't get permission to cum yet! This will cost you. For the next 3 days, don't come near me!"

She began crying, descended from the table, crawled, kissed his feet and pleaded, "Please Master, don't do it. Spank me as many times as you wish, but don't deny me your presence. Without you around, I am just a shadow of myself."

"I'll do it, but it's the last time, capisce?!..."

She stood up, bent forward on the table, and he slapped her ass 10 times, alternating between the cheeks. When he finished, her butt was very red. She struggled to put her pants on, but smiled at him, kissed his hand, and muttered, "Thank you very much, Master. I was a bad slut today. Sorry..." It was the end of the tape.

I left the other 2 tapes by the video recorder and went to my room. I rested on the bed, thinking about everything I just saw. Several things stood out: 1. Tessa's body was breathtaking. Her humongous tits looked especially delicious. 2. Tessa was not just shy and introverted, but submissive too. 3. I was very horny after watching the pictures and the tape. I had the urge to have sex with Tessa. I ended up jacking off while fantasizing about her tempting body.

In the following days, when I was at home, at least one of the women was also around, and I did not have another opportunity to watch the other 2 videos. My libido was on overdrive, and Wanda wondered about the reason. How could I tell her that when I pounded her body, her mother's voluptuous body popped before my eyes, intensifying my orgasm threefold?...

Ten days later, at last I was free at home without the ladies around. I watched the other 2 tapes.

In the first, Tessa was tied by long ropes that hung from the ceiling. Her mouth was gagged, and both her labia and nipples were clamped. She looked helpless, as her husband was penetrating her pussy and anal hole with different instruments. He operated a remote-controlled vibrator in her vagina as he was probing her puckered hole with a long dildo. When she was about to climax, he stopped, and resumed after a few moments. She moaned and whimpered through her blocked mouth, but he just laughed and said, "Shut up whore. You'll get your orgasm after I am satisfied you earned it." He tantalized her like that with several devices, and only half an hour later, allowed her to cum in that uncomfortable position. He later freed her, and she fell down on the rug. She eyed him admiringly and mumbled, "Master, you are so good to me. I love you. My orgasm was stronger than before. Thank you."

The red markings on her stretched nipples and cunt-lips were visible, but Tessa did not show signs of suffering.

The last videotape showed Tessa walking on a shady trail in a park. They reached a sunny patch of grass, and the man's voice said, "Tessa, that is a good place. Undress." She looked around and asked, "But Master, isn't it too close to the trail? Passersby may see me naked." He blurted, "Bitch, your job is to obey my orders. I do the thinking." She slowly removed her blouse, skirt, bra, and then the panties. She stood naked before him, waiting for further instructions. He positioned her leaning on a large tree with her back arched, as her enormous jugs took center stage. Next, she did several yoga poses. As she was performing a nice bridge, he aimed the camera on the trail, and I saw a young guy carrying a backpack strolling leisurely about 50 feet away.

As he got closer, he noticed Tessa's nude body. He stopped and watched. It was clear Tessa's husband was aware of the other guy peeking, but he never stopped telling Tessa what pose to assume next. Once she stood up, Tessa noticed the guy and instinctively covered her chest and mound, but her husband scolded her, "Stop being so shy. He is just looking. Your body is beautiful, and you should be proud of it. Now, lay on the grass and smile seductively at the guy." She hesitantly did as he said, and forced a small smile. Her husband got angry, "Not like that. A seductive smile, or I'll call him and let him fuck you!"

"Please, don't Master. I'll do what you want." Then she flushed a radiant smile at the stunned guy. He smiled back and came a little closer. The husband turned to the guy and said, "Sir, my hands are hurting after a day of work. Do me a favor; I'll help my pretty wife with some poses, and you'll aim the video camera accordingly." As he talked to the guy with the camera directed at him, his prominent bulge was clearly visible. In the next 10 minutes, the dressed husband guided the guy to shoot them several ways; him standing behind Tessa while fondling her tits, she, sitting naked on his shoulders, and lastly, Tessa sucking his cock until he erupted in her mouth. In the end, he thanked the guy and sent him away blushing with blue balls. This tape ended with the husband saying, "Good day, sub. Outdoor nakedness is both healthy and fun. I was proud of you. In the evening, we'll go to the movies." She lowered her gaze and murmured, "Sir, you are so good to me."

I put the pictures and 3 tapes back in the box, left the box where I found it, and went to my room. I was aroused like never before and masturbated in the bathroom. Tessa's fantastic naked body floated before my eyes nonstop. The combination of her erotic appearance, the overt sexy scenes, and her submissiveness haunted me. I was happily married to the daughter, yet craved to have sex with her mother! I felt guilty, but my obsession did not diminish. In my sick mind, I saw myself enjoying both worlds.

The following Wednesday, I was again scheduled to work the evening shift. Wanda left the house at 7:30 am. I freshened up in the bathroom and exited wearing shorts and a tight tee shirt. Tessa was already in the kitchen. Her eyes ogled my body, and she smiled, "You look great this morning. Hungry?"

"Very much. For food too."

She continued preparing my scrambled eggs, and either didn't pay attention or ignored my talk. I stared at her backside. As always, her shapeless robe made it impossible to appreciate any details. The mere thought of my plan stiffened my penis. She was busy making my breakfast, but even if she turned around, the table was in front of me, and she wouldn't notice the tent in my shorts.

She sat with me and when I ate, she sipped her coffee. I gazed at her eyes and said, "I heard some squeaking and buzzing sounds earlier. Any idea what it was?"

Her face turned pale, and she mumbled, "I don't know. I did not hear anything unusual." I continued looking at her face for a couple of seconds and saw her whitish color change to reddish. She stood up and rushed to the kitchen. I heard her saying with her back to me, "Please bring me the dirty stuff when you are done." I saw her turning the water in the sink and beginning to soap the pile of dishes from last night.

Next, I quietly moved behind Tessa. I hugged her tummy, and whispered in her ear, "Tessa dear, did I mention I love Wanda and you the same?"

She grinned, "Art, I also like you a lot."

My hand started lightly rubbing her tummy, "That's not what I meant. I think you are gorgeous and sexy."

She murmured, "You are sweet, but you exaggerate."

It was time to test the waters. I gently kissed the side of her neck, and my right hand cupped her covered round boob.

She froze, "Art, what are you doing?!"

I tweaked her massive breast and said, "Tessa, I find your busty body highly tempting. Your huge tits are like magnets."

"Arti, my hands are wet, so I cannot do much, but please, think what you are doing. You are my daughter's husband for god's sake."

"True. But we 3 live under the same roof as an extended family, so I do not see the reason why it should be 2 and 1 rather than all 3 together."

As I was talking, my hand trailed to her other jug and kneaded it too. Her nipple hardened. I pressed my front onto her ass, letting her feel my hardness.

Tessa attempted to move away, but I blocked it with my hands.

I whispered, "Lady, for quite some time, I am aware of your physical needs. There is no shame in it. I am sorry your husband died, and decided to help by filling his shoes."

She mumbled, "Nobody can fill his shoes."

I inserted my right hand into her robe, grabbed a humongous tit, and then used my other hand to caress her covered cunt. I blurted, "Tessa dear, you are wrong. I definitely can, and I will. From now on, I'll be your new Master. Understood?"

She almost choked, "What do you mean?"

"I watched the tapes your husband left in the attic. You were his sub, his private slut, the subject of his perverted sexual desires. I'll be his heir, and as of now, I am the man of the house. Among my duties is ensuring both my girls are satisfied."

"But you cannot do it. What about Wanda?"

I moved my left hand from her cunt area to caress her cheek and then trailed her full lips. I said, "Initially, we won't tell her anything, but gradually, I'll plant the idea in her mind."

As I was talking, I gingerly pressed my thumb on her lips.

Her mouth opened, likely to say something, and I hissed her, "Tessa, discussion over. Now be a good girl and suck on my thumb!"

To my astonishment, she did it. I kissed her neck again, continued massaging her bare breast, and said, "You see, I care about you. I cannot turn back time, but I'll make sure both you and your daughter will enjoy our new relationship. Are you with me?"

She continued sucking on my thumb and did not answer. I pulled my thumb from her mouth and said menacingly, "Tessa, I didn't hear you!"

I could barely hear her, "Yes, Master."

"Good girl. Now finish the dishes and come to my room."

Fifteen minutes later, I heard her soft knock. "Come in."

She moved slowly, obviously still confused by the new reality.

I said, "The tapes revealed your body is beautiful. I see no reason why you try to cover it with the ugly robe. From now on, you'll dress up with a blouse and a skirt or a nice dress. Questions?"

"No, sir," she muttered.

"Good. Now take off the robe. I want to see how much you've changed over the years."

She glanced at me with tears in her eyes. I felt sorry for her, but I had to establish dominance and not show weakness.

"Tessa, we are just starting, you don't want me to punish you, do you?"

She lowered her eyes, mumbled, "No, Master," and opened her robe.

I explored her breathtaking body thoroughly and announced, "Tessa, your body is divine. Look what your sexy body did to me." I leaned back, displaying the large bulge my stiff 7.5" created in my shorts.

She smiled embarrassingly, and her eyes brightened.

"Tessa, your figure is MUCH more impressive than I imagined, and my dick liked it as well. It is your fault it became so long and hard. Can you think of a way to take care of my 'issue'?"

She eyed me, and then seemed determined. She sashayed in my direction, pulled my shorts down, and exposed my extended tool to the fresh air. She licked her upper lip and mumbled, "Master, your cock is longer and thicker than my late husband's. Now I understand why Wanda's screams are so loud when you two are having sex."

"Honey, if you behave nicely, my cock will visit your pussy on a regular basis too. But first, I want it in your mouth. Half an hour ago, you sucked hungrily on my thumb, and in the tape, I saw you enjoying a large pacifier. But you are a mature woman and your lips are meant to suck the real thing. Blow me!"

Tessa came closer, leaned with her arms on my knees, spread them, and to my surprise, eliminated half my pole in her mouth. Her lips were plump and did not suggest their opening would extend that much... She gazed into my eyes and moved forward steadily until her chin hit my sack. According to my rough estimation, the tip should have been at the entrance to her esophagus!... How could she do it? I mean, behind her mouth was the pharynx, and it was likely blocked by now, so how could she breathe and not choke? My conclusion: Her husband's oral requirements forced her to train her mouth and neck muscles.

While my mind was occupied with her magic mouth, her expert tongue/palate job was pushing me closer and closer to a happy ending. My wife's blow jobs were good, but her mother was much more skilled. I struggled to hold my sperm, but eventually, I gave up and erupted like a volcano deep in her throat. When I was done, she pulled out, showed me the whitish goo, and with a grin, she swallowed it all.

I tweaked her glorious tits and said, "Tessa honey, on your first day as my sub, you did above and beyond my expectations. You deserve a reward. Anything I can do for you?"

"Master, please be careful not to divulge to my daughter what we did today."

"That's a given. Anything else?"

She hesitated, and then whispered, "On mornings you do not work, if you are in the mood to play, it will make me happy..."

I smiled at her, "Girl, we've just begun. I intend to play a lot with your magnificent body. But don't forget your role. If you screw up, I'll have to punish you. Is it clear?"

She chuckled, "Will you spank me if I am not compliant?"

"That will be one of the options."

"Sir, occasionally I don't only deserve spanking, but crave them."

"I need to prepare to go to work now. Next time, we'll elaborate more on your new duties and assignments."

"Thank you, Master. I appreciate you showing me the ropes and reminding me of my new place."​