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The weekend Mom and I Finally became lovers Part 2

This is the continuation of how mom and I started having sex and the rest of the weekend that cemented our long term incestuous relationship. After we finished showering mom threw on her robe and helped me dry as well as unwrap my leg from its protective covering. When she was standing back up she gave my dick a little suck and kiss. It of course sprung back to life. She giggled grabbed a hold of it and pulled me awkwardly to the bed were she pushed me down crawled on top and rode me hard until we both cummed again. While I was still in her and her laying on my chest my stomach growled. She laughed kissed me and hoped off me three on a thong and T shirt then threw me a pair of panties and went to make some food. I pulled on the panties and shorts and crutched out to help where I could. When I got out to the kitchen she was sitting at the table looking all upset. I asked her what was wrong and she said nothing that it was something she had to figure out. I smiled and sat down in the chair next to her and asked if it was about what we had done. She acknowledge it was. I won’t bore you with all the details mainly because I don’t remember them all but I do remember the results and that was that we would continue our relationship as long as it didn’t interfere with her love life with dad or mine with other girls my age. Once we finished lunch we went about doing or chores around the house constantly teasing each other after dinner and conversations with dad and sis mom went into her room to get ready for bed she called me in to the room and with her ass stuck up in the air she told be to fuck her like the slut she is. I walked up and slammed into her. I cummed deep into her pussy she then pushed me down on the bed and made me clean her pussy driving her to a giant orgasm then she kissed me deeply. We crawled into bed not cleaning up from our sex session. We snuggled together and fell asleep. Mom and I both being earlier risers we got up went to the back yard and watched the sun come up. Mom then went in to refill our coffee when she came back out in just bra and panties. This was the first time we had sex outdoors. We headed into the house too shower were we lost track of time and I was deep in mom we heard my sister call she was home. She was yelling for mom quickly hoped out of the shower grabbed a swimsuit she had hanging in the bathroom from the last time she was in the hot tub. Pulling it on and then pulled my boxers that were on the floor on to me. I am still throbbing hard as mom pulled my cock out and her swimsuit to the side guiding me back into her as my sister opened the bathroom door. Mom started orgasming as I drove home. Sis asked what was going on. Mom said she was helping me shower. Sis said that’s gross mom said I was in boxers and she was in a swimsuit. Sis said okay that’s not bad understanding that I couldn’t move real well. All the while I could feel mom grinding hard in me. I started sliding in and out of mom. Sis left and I shot a huge load deep into her pussy. This opened another door of orgasmic pleasure that me and mom would use for the next 20+ years. This is how we started our affair I will continue putting mom and my stories up Thank you to all my followers for indulging me.

A Need for Guidance

“You just need guidance, that’s all,” Emma said, her satin-smooth voice leaving absolutely no room for argument. “I could tell the moment I laid eyes on you. I thought to myself, ‘There’s a confused young woman who just needs to find someone to show her the right path in life.’ That’s why I took you on as my assistant. Because I knew I could mold you into the strong, confident woman that you know you can be.”

Natalie didn’t feel strong or confident at the moment. Not with Emma’s strong, muscular arms holding apart Natalie’s trembling thighs, exposing her cunt to the video camera on the other side of the room so that Emma could rub it in tight circles. She didn’t know whether the footage was being streamed somewhere, or whether Emma was making the recording for her own personal entertainment. She couldn’t bring herself to ask. She couldn’t change the answer anyway.

“And you’re doing so well, pretty girl!” Natalie hated herself for the warm, tingling surge of pride that buzzed at the base of her brain when she heard Emma’s smooth, silky praise. She knew that she was a people pleaser, always had been, and authority figures always inspired that desperate urge to show just how completely she could remake herself into the person they wanted her to be. It was why she thought a female boss would be a good choice for her; Natalie figured that maybe a woman would be less inclined to take advantage of her malleability. She learned too late just how wrong she was.

“You’re responding perfectly,” Emma cooed, allowing her fingers to dredge through the slick channel between Natalie’s puffy pink labia. “You see? Your body is showing you what you really need, deep down. When you trust me like this, when you ignore that nasty suspicious voice inside your head and really listen to your wet, hungry pussy for me, you feel so much better. So much happier. Just give in to that peace and pleasure and let yourself go into my guidance and control.” Natalie whimpered. Her determination bowed and buckled under the pressure of Emma’s words, threatening to give way at any moment and collapse into helpless obedience.

“That’s my sweet little slut,” Emma purred gently, working first two and then three fingers deep into Natalie’s soaking cunt. “It’s so much easier to be led, isn’t it? So much easier to be guided by my will, drawn to that soft place in your mind where you don’t need to think anymore.” It was terrifyingly easy, Natalie slowly realized. She’d been doing it without even realizing it, disconnecting her mind and her thoughts from the situation until she was nothing but a passive observer inside her own body. And Emma was encouraging that, turning Natalie’s disassociation into a deep hypnotic trance. She could really do it, Natalie thought loosely. Emma could remake Natalie’s mind, her personality, her perceptions into whatever best suited Emma’s desires. And Natalie would go along with it willingly.

Because helplessness was its own kind of escape. Natalie could give up on memory, stop struggling and accept the passive surrender that Emma offered. She could retreat into her own head, allow herself to be used and shaped and molded into the obedient fucktoy Emma wanted, and then she would never have to think about it again. Or anything else. Freedom from resistance seemed like the ultimate gift at that moment. “That’s a good little girl,” Emma murmured in her ear, and Natalie’s eyes rolled back in her head as she let herself stop thinking and came.

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