Confessions of a Motherfucker Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Motherfucker Ch. 05

... said, "while I evaluate."

Christ, she was sex incarnate right then. That black hair with its sprinkling of silver, "salt and pepper" hair, was a snarled rat's nest. Her face, bereft of makeup, showed red and swollen eyes, and there were bulges beside her nose where her sinuses were swollen as well. Her nose was running and she was sniffling almost constantly. She smelled of a body needing a shower along with the womanscent of her arousal and that faint scent from my semen leaking down her thighs.

She said nothing, just took the cup and went into the kitchen.

I swung the branch she brought a couple of times and the feel of it in my hand combined with the soft whispering sound it made passing through the air made me even harder.

I sat back, wallowing in this new power I had, so damn hard I ached.

She brought my coffee and stood there, silent, waiting.

I looked over, seeing her body in profile. Those heavy breasts sagged beautifully. She wasn't old enough that her mammary glands had collapsed and they were flaps, but she had breastfed me and she was 40-something, so they sagged. Her belly showed the roundness of a mother and her ass showed the sag of a 40-something mother.

"On your knees, Mom," I said, "right here," I pointed to the deck just to the right of my chair, "so I can touch you."

Her breath caught and she moaned softly, but she did as I told her.

"Now," I said, taking a sip of my coffee, looking off in the distance, well, at the willow ...

... tree, "the tradition is that the recipient prepares the switch, so you need to peel the bark and any little twigs off of this very nice switch."

I handed her the branch and watched, fascinated, as she started at the thick end, her attention focused completely on her job. It took her a minute or so to figure out the process but soon she was splitting the bark with her fingernail and then peeling it off in strips. I watched, fascinated, as she got better until that soft bark was coming off in intact foot-long strips.

And I was just loving the power I held over her.

I watched as she carefully pinched off the final leaf leaving the switch very pale and shiny.

She started to hand it to me but I was ready for that. I had been thinking and knew what I wanted. It wasn't a physical "sensation" for her, but it would be mental surrender beyond anything, I was pretty sure, she had ever done before and I hoped the mental stress would give her a special "sensation."

"No," I said, pushing the switch back at her, "Present it properly."

"Properly?" she asked.

I smiled.

"On your knees here," I said, pointing to the floor in front of me.

Her eyes got big.

"Go on," I said, my voice low and gentle.

When her eyes overflowed I almost relented but then had that thought -"It's for your own good."

"Go on," I said in that same gentle voice, not yelling or snapping, but unrelenting.

"Oh God," she moaned as she stood, oddly graceful I thought, and then moved to stand ...