The Pussy Collector 1
“Want to own her pussy?” Dad asks me of Ellie, naked, tied up, my stepmother!
He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d give me a woman for my 18th birthday.
(warning: non-con themes)
“Go on, feel her up, she’s yours if you want her.”
I should be shocked and I am, it’s just that I’m more mesmerized than anything. Here is the goddess I’ve only fantasized about for the last three years she’s lived with us with her two daughters. In her late 30’s Ellie is arguably the most beautiful woman in town. I’ve never even seen a girl naked, except in pictures, till today and now I’m seeing this gorgeous angel in her full glory, her perfect tan, perfect breasts, perfectly tight and toned body on full display.
I can’t help myself and I squeeze her boobs with my trembling hands, eliciting a moan and some incoherent mumbling behind her gag. I trace the sexy line between her boobs down to her navel then down to her pussy before inserting a finger inside her feeling the wetness.
It’s only then that I notice her wild, crazed eyes and what sounds like protests trying to get out from the gag.
Dad notices it too. “Ignore that. She’s enjoying herself as you can see.”
He is right about that. I deeply inhale her scent and lick my finger clean of her juices. I can see that I’m going to crave that taste more and more in the future.
“The state of Texas says that you’re a man now, but a man needs a woman, well, at least one anyway,” he chuckles chugging his beer and sitting back down on his recliner.
I know better than to argue with my old man. He’s old school. Maybe too old school, like Medieval old. My objection that women aren’t property anymore doesn’t faze him because Ellie clearly is, to him anyway, by her own consent, regardless of what the law or the state of Texas says.
Her hands are tied together above her head to the ceiling and her legs are spread apart by a spreader, making it easy to access her pussy which is starting to drip. BDSM is so old school, it’s new now.
I kneel between her legs and start licking her pussy. I’ve never done this before, but I’m not trying to please her, but myself, trying to quench my thirst for her unique taste. Despite my inexperience, her moans and quiet screams tell me that I’m doing something right. As I’m rewarded with more and more of her juices, my tongue only becomes bolder and more aggressive. Soon I feel her spasms and she’s going crazy twisting on her chains.
Dad chuckles before chugging more beer. “I’m glad you like my present, Billy. She’s yours now, you’re her Master. Just let me use her occasionally when I’m back from traveling, OK?”
“Sure, Dad.”
He’s never given me a present before. When Mom died giving birth to me, I could tell he resented me and blamed me for her death even though he never said any such thing. I could tell because we drifted apart even before I knew what had happened. Always traveling for his sales job — I don’t even know what he sells — and when he’s home he’s too busy chasing women to spend any time with me. It’s not until he met Ellie that he seemed to settle down more, at least be home more often, and not until my senior year in high school that he started to show some interest in me, in my future.
Still, this one present makes up for all the presents I never got. I’m about to thank him, but he’s passed out, snoring on the recliner. Oh, well, I can thank him later. I just want to enjoy my present some more.
I just keep sucking her like a man about to die from thirst. When I finally disentangle myself from her, she’s shiny from all the sweat, and I love the aroma that permeates the living room. But she seems almost lifeless, hanging from the chains. Well, she must be exhausted by now.
I notice the key on the end table and free her from the chains, laying her tired body on the couch. She’s nearly unconscious, and I let her rest while I get a soda from the fridge. Soda is nearly as bad as beer, but this is a special occasion. I still can’t believe that she’s mine now, that I can do whatever I want with her. I pinch her nipples and play with her boobs as if to make sure she’s my toy.
I should feel bad about this — she’s the only mother figure I’ve had in my life and I truly do think of her as my mother. And she’s not the stereotypical evil stepmother like in Cinderella; she’s only been nice to me. But I’ve fantasized about her so much that she’s more like a mythical creature, like a unicorn, than my mother. She’s my unicorn now, I’ll love her, cherish her, and fuck her for the rest of her life. Thanks, Dad!
But as I plan the rest of our lives together in my head, she suddenly sits up in panic and embraces me, “Oh, Billy!”
“What’s wrong, Ellie?”
“Your father has gone mad! He’s drunk mad!”
I glance at him and yep, he’s still passed out. “He’s drunk all right.”
“I’m sorry, Billy, I’m your mother, I can’t be your slave!”
“You mean you didn’t agree to — ”
“No, Billy! He doesn’t ask for my permission, he’s my Master.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Ellie, I thought — ”
“It’s not your fault, you didn’t know!”
“Yeah, but — ” I’m sorry but I’m also equally disappointed. The beautiful life I was starting to plan for us is now shattered. Just like that. When it seems too good to be true, I guess it usually is.
“But where did you learn to eat pussy like that? You have a girlfriend now?”
“No! I can’t even talk to girls. This is my first time, I swear!”
“Oh, it’s OK, actually you should have a girlfriend, you’re a man now.”
“Yeah,” I look down in embarrassment, I’m such a loser when it comes to girls.
“Billy, you should have no trouble getting a girlfriend with a tongue like that, oh my God, that was — ”
I perk up. “I was good?”
“Good? I’ve never come so much from someone’s mouth. You’re a natural, Billy.”
“Well, that’s something,” I console myself.
“If I weren’t your mother, I could be a slave to that tongue!” Ellie giggles like a little girl.
“Yeah, wouldn’t that be nice?” I say wistfully.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Billy,” she hugs me again. But her supple breasts pressing against my chest and her still naked body only make things worse, confusing my body, and causing an erection that I cannot hide as it struggles to be free from my shorts. As I get up, her eyes widen looking at the evidence of what she has caused.
“I’m gonna go.”
“Wait, Billy!”
She holds my waist just staring at my bulge. Then slowly she lowers my shorts and my underwear. My cock springs forward rudely slapping her face.
“Oh my God!”
Ellie tentatively licks the head tasting me for the first time.
“So big!”
I’m an all-state left tackle so I’m bigger than most people, but I don’t think she means —
“You mean my cock?”
“Yeah, bigger than even your father’s.”
“Is that good?”
She only giggles as she starts to suck. I’ve never felt such a sensation and my knees buckle. “Oh, God, Ellie!”
I maneuver to sit on the couch, and not missing a beat, she continues to suck my cock kneeling in front of me. I close my eyes trying to understand, to make sense of —
“I thought you said, oh God — ”
“Well, you gave me such pleasure, it’s only fair that I should return the favor, at least take care of this erection.”
“Yeah, that seems fair,” I agree as I lose myself in the experience.
I stand no chance against Ellie’s expert mouth and when I open my eyes and see her adoring eyes staring back at me I can’t hold back and lose all control.
“Oh, Ellie, I’m gonna, I’m gonna — ”
“Come for me, baby!” She sucks even harder and I unload in her mouth as she swallows everything I have to offer. The movement of her throat as she swallows my load is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen and I wish I could feed her like this forever with her mouth wrapped around my cock. But all things must come to an end including my cock’s stay in her pretty mouth.
Her sucking slows down to gentle licks as she cleans my cock, then continues to massage it lovingly with her hand.
“You’re still hard, Billy.”
“Yeah.”
“How are you still hard?”
“I, I just stay hard until I stop, you know, jerking it.”
“You’re a unicorn, Billy,” she says in wonder and I laugh remembering how I thought of her as a unicorn. We’re two unicorns finally getting it on.
And just as I think the thoughts, Ellie climbs on my lap, slowly descending on my cock. It feels just exquisite inside her and I look up at her face as I realize that she’s fucking me!
But does she realize she’s fucking me? Does she know what she’s doing? She seems lost in her own world under some kind of spell like she can’t help what she’s doing. A woman possessed with a singular purpose with my cock at its core. Her screams of pleasure and abandon are only the evidence of her surrender, of her submission to my cock.
I start slamming back into her pussy from below increasing the speed and intensity. I feel another orgasm coming and don’t want to miss it.
“Oh, God, Billy, I’m yours!”
She can’t contain the hurricane that’s brewing inside her.
“You own me now! My pussy’s yours!”
My cock only gets harder at her admission.
“I will forever serve you — ”
Ellie finally collapses on me, her pussy contracting uncontrollably.
“As my Master.”
I still pound into her chasing my own high even as she climaxes. Her dwindling orgasm only continues into another explosive one as I finally come inside her . . .
“I love you, Billy,” she snuggles into me.
“I love you too, Mom.”
Ellie giggles at that, “You probably shouldn’t call me that anymore.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re my Master now. Because I’ll have to obey you, do whatever you say.”
“In that case, you will only use your mouth or your pussy on my cock to wake me from now on.”
“Yes, Master,” she giggles.
“It’s good having your mom as your sex slave.”
“Oh, God, that sounds so wrong,” but Ellie laughs . . .
