My mother, the end.

I open my eyes with the breeze from the window, probably opened by my mother since we are in summer and the heat is quite high even in the morning. Upon observing beside me, I perceive that it's not on the bed, so I assume it got up before me. I get up to look for it, first checking the kitchen but it's not there, then going to the living room and it's not there either. As a last option, I'm left with reviewing the bathroom, which I enter without touching the door, knowing that even if it's doing something private, it won't tell me anything; and indeed, it was taking care of its needs on the toilet, specifically urinating; this situation gives me an idea. —Good morning, mother —I say with a sadistic smile. —Hi, love. How did you sleep? —it responds in a normal tone, without caring about the context we're in. —Quite well. Without telling it, I take off my pants and hold my member to start urinating all over its body. Its first reaction is surprise, but it immediately composes itself and opens its mouth seeking to swallow as much of this golden liquid as possible. When I finish, it has its mouth completely full and swallows with a small glup sound. —Thanks for that delicious drink, love. This phrase makes my penis harden, so without prior warning, I introduce my member into its mouth; it starts moving it back and forth roughly without complaint. I feel like I reach the end of its throat, the warmth and humidity of its mouth generating an extraordinary pleasure, which is also intensified by the movements it's making with its tongue. The blowjob lasts a brief time since being the first ejaculation of the day, plus the roughness with which it made me blow job, made it not last long. I finish pulling out my penis to ejaculate all over its face, while it accepts everything with a smile and closed eyes. —You're quite a slut, look at you. You have your own son's semen all over your face —I affirm without any hesitation. It doesn't say anything. She looks at me seductively with her index finger and collects part of the semen that was spread across her face and puts it in her mouth at the same time as she directly observes me. —And what's wrong with that? You were the one who made me start enjoying this —she responds to me. —Ja, I suppose you're right. You should go make breakfast, I'm hungry. —I'll go, my lord. May I have permission to take a bath? —Okay. But quickly, I'm starving. I go to the living room where I sit down to review my phone while waiting for my mother to bathe. It's there that I see the statuses of a friend who is teaching a tattoo he got while at the beach, and as I observe it, an idea occurs to me: making one on my mother that shows who her owner is, in addition to denoting how slutty she is. I take advantage and ask my friend where his tattoo was done so I can know where to go. Besides, I think of going to the beach for a while and thus enjoying my progenitor with views of the sea. As I'm thinking about it, they call me to eat, so I get up and walk towards the kitchen. When I arrive, I find her serving food, following the first rule I set for her: don't wear clothes at home; her beautiful and voluminous breasts exposed, her pale abdomen, which despite being pregnant is still better than many of my age; her large and firm but aged backside, her long and fleshy legs, all complemented by her beautiful face. I see that everything is mine, my property; only and exclusively for me, who despite being able to have any man accepted an absolute submission to her own son. While she serves the food, I remember having something special saved for her, a dog's plate of food, so I take it out for her to serve there and not on a normal one. —Take this, I want you to serve yourself here —I order while giving her the dog's plate. —Okay, my lord —she accepts at the same time as she takes the plate. —And you'll also eat on the floor —I add to humiliate her more. Without saying anything, but accepting. To my demand, pour your food as I told you to do and then place it on the floor for you to crouch down and start eating. She usually takes her time eating, and takes even more time if it involves doing so in this manner, so when I finish eating she still hasn't managed to consume half of her plate. I position myself behind her and give her a buttocks slap, marking my dominance over her even more (if that's possible). I wait for her to finish eating while observing her, noting that this makes her uncomfortable but she doesn't give any sign of it beyond her cheeks turning red with embarrassment; she says nothing, simply accepting her position. When she finishes, I take the decision to leave the house and do what I had planned. —I want you to get dressed, we're going out. —Okay, master. Where are we going? —You'll see when we get there. At the moment we're about to leave the house, I analyze all her clothes: a very short Crop Top that shows half of her breasts; an adjusted jean short that leaves half of her buttocks exposed and long stockings that reach up to her thighs and press them, leaving a fold on top of them. So we leave the house headed for the tattoo studio. We arrive and enter the establishment, with her still unsure of why we had come. —Master, what is this place? —Do you remember the rules, don't you? —Of course, master. I remember all of them absolutely. —Okay. Do you remember then the one that said you shouldn't disobey me? —Naturally, master. —Well, this is a tattoo and piercing studio. I'm going to choose some things for you. —What?! Master, but that, I'm already a bit old for a tattoo, don't you think? —They'll be to demonstrate that you're my slave, so it really doesn't concern me. She says nothing, and in the silence a gentleman with several piercings and tattoos on his arm approaches us. I explain everything I want to do to him: a tattoo on her abdomen almost reaching her pelvis that says Slave of Sergio, some piercings on his nipples and another on his nose. The boy accepts and before starting to make them, I pay everything with my mother's credit card. She doesn't complain about anything during the process, not even asking what they're doing to her, she just observes. A little later, after finishing, the boy explains that everything needs a healing process of at least a week. This clashes directly with other plans I had, as I wanted to go to the beach with my mother. I accept it since there's no other option and wait for the week to heal his tattoos. We return home, where after changing I go to the kitchen to see my mother while she cooks lunch. She's wearing an apron but only that, without anything underneath. Her breasts are bulging over the edges and her fine back makes a spectacular visual contrast with them. I approach her from behind and without asking permission, turn her head and give her a passionate though brief kiss. —You're mine, remember it —I'm aware of it, love. I sit down at the table to wait for lunch and when she's about to serve it, she takes off her apron, moment in which I can see everything that incited her to get pierced, the piercings on her nipples and the tattoo on her abdomen. This makes me hard immediately, thinking about how with total obedience she accepted something permanent and meaningful. The week of waiting passes for my mother to be able to go into saltwater and I immediately go with her to propose the plan and leave immediately. In the room that was once hers but now we share, when she comes out of the shower and is getting dressed, I tell her. —Hey. —What's going on, love? —We're going to the beach tomorrow, how do you feel about it? —The beach?, just like that? —Yes, of course. Any problem? —No, no. It's just very sudden. Alright, I don't have a complaint. She finishes getting dressed and after a small night talk we go to sleep to leave refreshed. The next day, she packs a small suitcase with clothing change and all those things that women carry on trips for some reason even though they don't use them and being prepared we leave. When we arrive my mother was surprised, since everyone is naked. —Why are everyone naked? —It's a nudist beach, mom. —You should have warned me before. —I wanted to see your reaction when you found out. Let's go in. Without complaining more, we both enter the beach. She's wearing her normal clothes so she goes to the changing rooms to change and when she comes out, she's wearing her swimsuit. —Hey, hey, taking away the fun if you're dressed —I exclaim seeing her. —I don't see the need to be naked, it's not obligatory either. —But that's the fun —I respond while putting myself behind her to unfasten her bikini. She blushes completely and looks at me with a certain annoyance but doesn't resist. —Come on, take off the bottom part. —Okay, love. Being completely naked, the whole beach is staring at her, appreciating her beauty. After all, it's not common for women to go to this kind of place, let alone so charming. At the same time as everyone looks at her, I give her a slap on the butt to mark her as mine; she lets out a slight scream. —Let's lie down in the sand —I tell her. —Okay. We put down a couple of towels and recline on them, looking at the sea, not saying a word, just appreciating the waves. I can feel everyone looking at my mother, and despite being a little tense at first, she starts to relax slowly. —Love, could you do me a favor? Could you put sunscreen on my back? —Okay. She turns around and I observe her breasts even though she's lying face down due to them protruding out the sides thanks to their volume. Slowly while covering her back with sunscreen, my excitement rises, making me have an erection. Without consulting, I start touching even more than just her back. I squeeze her firm butt and grope her large breasts, I then touched her vagina making circular movements. Without resisting, she remained face down, releasing moans from time to time. My virile member rose fully and at this moment I decided to penetrate her, giving no importance to the fact that we were not only in a public place but also everyone was looking. Under the sun's light and with everyone watching, I started having sex with my mother. A small circle of people gathered around us, some even recording. My mother looked up and at the moment she saw how many people there were, I felt her vagina tighten more, indicating her excitement from being watched. Increasing the intensity as I saw my mother get excited and her moans began to sound loud and constant, almost wanting me to start doing it if someone wasn't watching us, the crowd started cheering, celebrating the spectacle we gave them, some even masturbating while watching us have sex, unaware of our incestuous relationship. After such an ecstatic act, we rested on the towels. Already relaxed, we decided to go eat at a small food stand on the beach. We ordered fried fish with rice and potatoes. We had lunch with light conversation, in contrast to the intensity of our previous experience. We spent the afternoon on the beach, without much to say, swimming and sometimes joking, but nothing especially exciting. We watched the sunset around 6 pm, then headed towards a hotel where we had made a reservation previously. —I love, it was a spectacular day. At first I felt uncomfortable, but then I felt great. Thanks for making me feel so liberated. —I know, I know. We'll keep going tonight, so get ready. —Can I take a bath first? —Of course, go ahead. I'll be waiting for you. Take a shower and when you're done, find me resting on the bed completely ready for action. —Oh, see that you're already ready —she says jokingly. —I always am. After finishing the sentence, I grab her and throw her onto the bed to start kissing all over her neck. —Oh, I love it! Yes, keep going! I start fondling her breasts while my hands move towards her vagina. I feel like she's starting to get wet, so I hold my prepared member and penetrate her roughly. Her vagina lets me in freely until the end, allowing me to feel all her warmth. She moans wildly, enjoying the caresses of her son. As I advance, I start choking her as part of our game, squeezing but letting her breathe. —Do you like this?! Let your son have you while he's choking you! —Yes, love! I adore being held, it doesn't matter if you're my son, love holding me like a slut. That's what I am, I'm your slut, love! With those words, astonishing and taking my ecstasy to another level, I start choking her now without restraint, letting her gasp for air. As her face turns red and then purple, her vagina becomes wetter than ever before. When I feel like she's reaching the limit, I release her neck so she can breathe and starts panting heavily in search of recovery. I decide to give her a slap that finishes recovering her completely. —Did you enjoy that?! You almost fainted, I wish you could see your purple face! —Keep going, love! I'm about to come, give me another slap! —Very well, you asked for it, slut ! I attend her request and give her another slap that takes her to the limit. Her vagina starts twisting and she moans loudly, making me come now in the bottom of her vagina. Both of us completely sweaty, we lie down on the bed recovering oxygen. We spend a few minutes without saying anything, simply breathing... startled, until my mother starts talking. —This is undoubtedly one of the best days of my life. I was never treated like that before and I had no idea I would like it, at first I hated it, but now I think I couldn't live with a normal relationship... Thanks, son. —Does this mean you're not forcing me to do anything anymore? —I haven't been doing it for a long time. I obey because it seems exciting to be dominated by my own son. —Then, you and I... Really, what are we? —Mother and son. I love and slave. What do you want us to be? —So, you don't really see me as a couple. —I didn't think you'd see it that way, really being in a couple is accepting monogamy, something I thought you wouldn't accept. —If I understand correctly, then you're saying you'll accept being my wife without you being really committed to the relationship? —It could be understood that way, yes. —And doesn't it bother you? —It seems even exciting, thinking you can abandon me at any moment for another. Without saying a word, I look at her and kiss her passionately. Not a lustful kiss like we normally give each other, but one more romantic, with another meaning. —I don't promise not to do it, but for now and for a good while, you'll be mine. When I finish that sentence, her eyes seem dazzling, without saying anything she just seems to accept it... No, it's something she had already accepted a long time ago, only I didn't know it. She really accepted being my wife, accepting having a relationship with her own son and submitting to all my flaws, knowing I can leave at any moment. Well, this is the end of the saga. However, I'll keep creating this same world that I created and maybe make another similar saga but with a different theme (keeping incest). Thanks to everyone for reaching the end, to all those who have always been supporting leaving their comments. They are my motivation to keep writing stories.