Property of Myra

"You still haven't answered my question. What do I do?"

"Let her keep up her end of the bargain. If she doesn't, she won't feel she's earning her protection."

"You mean...?"

"Take the bath. Let her share her body and services with you," the nurse advised.

"That's incest!"

"It's another distinct entity inhabiting your mother's body. It's your only chance of getting your mother back."

"And lose her again when she realizes her son is humping her."

"That is, I'm afraid, another possibility. Even then Ashley Harmon will return and be able to live as herself, not as Precious, the submissive prisoner. I'm sorry, Mike. Those are your options."

"This is fucked up."

"I can't dispute that," the nurse agreed.

"Mike," his mother said from behind him. "I have the bath ready."

He turned to her. His mother was standing there facing him clad in nothing but her smile.

"Oh crap. I need to go," he said ending the call.

Mike couldn't help it. This was his beautiful, petite, naked mother standing there. His cock grew instantly. He walked to her and took her arm and led her toward her bath.

"I've decided on a shower in a few minutes," he said.

"I need you to stay with me in the bath," she said.

"Uh, okay," he agreed as she stepped into the tub.

Mike sat in the chair near the tub trying his best to look away, but his eyes simply refused not to.

His mother's bath began as any other until her soapy hands began washing her breasts. Both at the same time and sensuously as she sat staring at him.

"If you'll come over here I can help you with that," she told him.

He was tempted.

"I'll just watch for now."

"Making you happy makes me happy. I don't think Ashley would want her handsome son to be uncomfortable."

"I'm okay. Finish your bath," he told her.

The rest of her bath was absolute torture. She teased him mercilessly before finally sitting upright.

"Can you get me a razor? I need to shave my legs."

"Y-yeah," he stuttered as he stood and searched through the drawers, finally finding an unopened, pink, Venus razor. He opened the package and handed it to her.

"We'll need shave cream in a few minutes," she said.

He reached back in the drawer and grabbed the shave cream, setting it on the side of the tub. Mike never took his eyes off her as she shaved to the top of her thighs. When she finished, she stood and stepped out then sat on the side of the tub facing him with her knees far apart.

"You need to do this part," his mother said, handing him the razor.

"You want me to do this?"

"Myra always shaved me. She said her Precious has a pretty pussy. Use shave cream," she said.

Mike took a deep breath and sat on the floor in front of her. Her naturally small patch was still fairly short from her last grooming. With a slightly trembling hand he applied the shaving cream then picked up the razor to begin. After pulling the skin tight, he began to shave her.

"Is this a tattoo?" he asked.

"Myra gave it to me the day Ashley went away."

He looked closer to read the sloppy writing. 'Precious - property of Myra' The idea and the words annoyed him. 'Damn that bitch,' he thought.

"I think we might to get this fixed professionally," he suggested.

"You don't like it?"

"You're mine now. Myra is history."

It took him ten uncomfortable minutes to complete his task.

"All done," he told her.

His mother looked down and smiled.

"Use your hand to rinse off the rest of the shaving cream, then put some lotion on so it doesn't get irritated."

"You're driving me nuts, mom."

"I'm Precious, and I'm going to help you with that," she assured him.

Mike was still annoyed by the tattoo and wanted to stick his dick in his mother just to claim her. Instead, he grabbed his phone and took a picture to see if a real tattoo artist could change it.

Mike did as she had requested then got up and left the room. His mother, still wet and naked followed him.

"I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me?" she pleaded.

Mike stopped and turned to her.

"I'm not mad at you. I'm upset at Myra."

"Myra loves Precious," his mother said.

"No, she doesn't. If she did, she would have stopped those people from touching you."

"She stopped them from hurting me, Mike."

"Those people paid her to have sex with you. She was using you."

"No. Myra wouldn't do that," she insisted.

"Go get dressed. I'm going to shower then take you to dinner," he told her.

"Are you going to bring me back?" she asked teary eyed.

"Of course I'm going to bring you back," he said as her tears began to flow.

Mike took her into his arms and held her for a couple of minutes before taking her hand and leading her to his bedroom. He sat her on the side of the bed and knelt in front of her. She parted her legs for him. Mike smiled and pushed her knees together.

"I love you. I'll never send you away. I'll never hurt you. I'll never let anyone else hurt you. I'll never make you have sex with anyone. I'll always protect you. Do you understand that?"

She nodded. "Will you make love to me?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm not comfortable with that." He reached over and picked up a framed picture from his nightstand and handed it to her. "Who is that woman in the picture?"

"That's me," she said smiling.

"Precious, that woman is Ashley. She's my mother. That's me standing next to her when I was sixteen."

"Ashley's gone," she said.

"To me, you're Ashley. To me, you are that beautiful woman in the picture, my mother."

She smiled and lovingly put her hand on his cheek.

"I'm Precious. Ashley is gone. I belong to you, so it's right that you make love to me."

She leaned to him and gave him an open mouth kiss. He didn't pull away. Instead, he returned the kiss in kind. Finally pulling back he looked at her.

"I'm taking you out for a steak dinner. Go do your hair and makeup then put on something nice. I'll shower while you do that. Okay?"

"Okay," she said grinning then nearly ran to her room.

Mike got out his clothes then went into his bathroom, immediately regretting removing the door. He needed to relieve himself, but with the lack of privacy, he didn't dare. He knew that if his mother got hold of his cock he wouldn't have the willpower to stop her.

He took a quick, uncomfortably cold shower. It did solve the problem temporarily. As he buckled his belt, his mother came in the room, still naked, but with her hair done and light tasteful makeup.

"I need your help," she said.

"Sure. With what?"

"Picking out the clothes."

"I think I can help with that. Let's start with some underwear," he said, taking her hand and walking her to the master.

They went to what he knew had been her large nine drawer dresser. It was completely empty.

"Well, shit. Dad must have gotten rid of everything. Is there underwear in your bag?"

"We weren't allowed underwear at the hospital."

"Looks like we'll need to do some shopping, doesn't it?" he asked.

"If that's what you want," she replied.

"Let's see if we can find something in the closet that you can wear commando."

They spent several minutes looking through things. His mother picked up a sundress and looked at the tag, size 1.

"How about this? It's the right size, and pretty."

"Try it on," he suggested.

She removed it from the hanger then slipped it on over her head.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Beautiful. Stay there a second. I want to show you something."

Mike left the room and returned seconds later with a picture frame and handed it to her. It was the same picture he had shown her before. She looked at the picture, then in the mirror.

"Ashley's gone, Mike. I need shoes," she said stepping back into the large closet then returning with tan sandals. "These will work," she said, stepping into them.

"You look beautiful. I'm going to be the envy of the restaurant."

She blushed at the compliment, then followed Mike back to his room to finish dressing.

"Can I pick out your shirt?" she asked.

"Sure," he replied putting on his socks and shoes.

"This one. The color goes with my dress," she said smiling.

Mike slipped on the shirt then stood beside her in front of the mirror.

"Hollywood, here comes your new hottest couple," he said. His mother laughed. "Pee before we go?" he asked.

As she had done in the past, she did her business right in front of him.

"Okay, grab your purse. We're ready to go."

"I don't have a purse."

"We'll add that to our shopping list," her son said, taking her hand.

*****

As they headed for the restaurant Mike noticed that his mother was sliding her hand repeatedly over her dress where it rested on thigh.

"Something wrong with your dress?"

"No. I just haven't worn a dress in a long time. It makes me feel pretty."

"Pretty? You're beautiful."

"Mike, it also makes me wet. I need you."

"Let's have dinner first," he replied, hoping to at least delay the conversation.

"Then, you'll make love to me?"

"Then, we'll talk about it."

"Okay. Where are we going?"

"Texas Roadhouse. We went there before."

"That was you and Ashley," she corrected.

"Yes, I guess it was."

*****

She was a joy to watch during dinner and raved about everything. Mike thought she was about to orgasm as she ate her brownie with ice cream for dessert. It was a perfect outing with a perfect lady.

That changed the minute they walked in the house. Her sandals and dress were off, and she was on her knees trying to get his pants off.

"Mike please. I need you," she begged.

Mike's cock took on a life of its own, swelling to full hardness in an instant. Her hands were pulling his pants down almost before he could react. Her mouth devoured him.

"Ohh," he moaned at the sensation.

His mother put his hands on her head then one hand cupped his balls while the other pushed his ass forward.

Mike began moving her head back and forth slowly. He could see her smile in her eyes. Mike felt himself nearing his boiling point and tried to pull her off to delay it. With a surprising amount of strength, she held him still and began deep bobs. Mike grunted just once then exploded into her mouth. She pulled back and literally painted her own face with his cum, finally sucking out the last drops. Using her fingers, she scooped everything into her mouth and swallowed.

"That's one," she said smiling.

"One what?"

"You marked your first territory. You have two more to go. I'll let you rest for a little bit," she said, standing up.

"Maybe I don't want to rest," he said picking her up and carrying her to the master bed.

Mike tossed her on the bed then raised her thighs and pushed them apart. He began kissing his way up her thighs to his mother's already engorged pussy. A single lick from her asshole to her clit elicited a loud moan. Her hips began moving rhythmically. Mike teased her, licking everywhere, but never long in one place. He adjusted his position and slipped two fingers into her pussy. Her pelvis began rocking. Her breathing more rapid, and her face began to flush. Mike targeted his mother's clit.

She literally screamed as her entire body stiffened then trembled from the orgasmic waves. Her spasms continued for what seemed to Mike as a really long time before she finally collapsed.

He raised himself then kissed his way up to her breasts then on to her mouth. As his tongue entered her mouth, his cock slid into his mother's pussy. Her legs surrounded him, pulling him in as far as she could.

"Cum to me baby. Fill mom's pussy," she said.

Mike grunted as his streams began. His mother began to moan then went rigid as she came a second time. In a moment, Mike relaxed and rested on her. She stroked his hair as they lay there together.

"I've missed you so much," she said.

Mike raised up and looked at her smiling face.

"Mom?"

"In the flesh. Precious is no more," she said.

"This is awkward," he said smiling.

"A little, I guess. You loved me, made me feel totally safe, and brought me back from wherever I was."

"Uh, I should probably get up," her son said.

"Not yet. I've been away for a long time. My son made love to me, and I woke up during a wonderful orgasm. There is no way in hell you're going anywhere right now. We aren't done. Roll over," she told him.

Once on his back Ashley moved down and began licking her son's semi-hard cock, cleaning up their juices as she did. Her son's cock quickly responded and soon stood proudly pointing upward.

His mother effortlessly swallowed the entire thing. All the way to the base. Mike sighed as he watched her deepthroating him. After a few minutes, she got up and straddled him then slowly descended. Her eyes never left his face. She took her son's hands and put them on her breasts. Mike smiled and kneaded them, teasing the nipples between his fingers.

"I'm already close," she whimpered.

"Cum for me mom," her son whispered.

"Uh...uh...uhhhh!" she moaned throwing her head back and stiffening.

Mike could feel his mother's pussy squeezing him with her orgasmic waves. She took about thirty seconds to catch her breath and climbed off.

She crawled between his legs facing him and once again swallowed his entire length. Mike felt her cup and massage his balls, then he felt her finger slip far into his ass. He felt pressure inside then suddenly exploded. His mother tightened her lips around his cock and collected everything. She carefully pulled off then showed him her cum coated tongue before swallowing.

"I think we could both use some rest now. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day."

"What's on your agenda?" Mike asked.

She grinned at him. "Definitely, a shower first. Follow that with a 69 breakfast. Clothes and probably grocery shopping. I'd like to visit a tattoo parlor and see about covering this ugly thing. Then finish the day by fucking each other's brains out."

"I love the way you think. Mom, how much do you remember?"

"Almost nothing from the day, I got the tattoo until my orgasm a little while ago. I know Precious took over but nothing else. I don't think I want to remember the rest. You are sleeping with me, aren't you?"

Mike smiled. "I can't imagine sleeping anywhere else."