Chapter 21

Maybe she should just go back to sleep again? As this thought circled through her mind, she looked over at her sleeping son. Suddenly an idea sprung into her mind, as a sadistic smile crossed her lips…

Alan was having a sweet dream. He had finally accomplished something he had dreamt of for the better half of his life. At the age of 18, he had become his mother’s lowly slave. He couldn’t find the words to describe this feeling.

Suddenly, he was awoken by a few taps on his shoulder. He turned his head in the direction from which the prodding came and saw his mother’s cold eyes staring back at him.

“You awake yet, slave? Good, I need to pee.” Alicia’s voice sounded in his ears.

After saying that, she slowly raised one side of her cover.

Alan’s mind instantly became awake. He quickly realized what his mother meant, as he said, “Yes, Mistress.”

He then climbed under his mother’s covers. Warmth instantly engulfed him, as well as a faint fragrance.

The fragrance of his mom was like flowers in Alan’s nose. It had to be mentioned, that even though Alicia didn’t take cleaning seriously in some places of her body, to tease Alan, she still smelled wonderful everywhere else.

He slowly moved his body down his mother’s body, before arriving before her crotch. It was dark under the covers, so he wasn’t able to take in the erotic details of his mother’s vagina, yet he could make out the rough outline.

He didn’t hesitate, placing his mouth around the pussy.

“Good boy. Be a good toilet and swallow it all,” Alicia’s voice sounded outside the covers.

A moment later, a warm stream of liquid instantly started spraying into Alan’s mouth. He began swallowing his mother’s piss again, relishing the feeling of being used as a toilet. He soon noticed that his mother’s piss tasted slightly more stale than usual, probably because she had been holding it for a while in her sleep.

The stream lasted for quite some time. A little later, it slowed down to a drizzle, before finishing. He diligently licked up the remaining drops on his mother’s pussy, making sure to also give her some pleasure with it.

After a few moments, he realized he wasn’t getting much of a response from his mother.

He stuck his head out from the covers, only to find that his mother had nonchalantly gone back to sleep while he had been serving her as a toilet.

Arousal engulfed him. If this wasn’t humiliating, then what was? Yet this only made Alan more aroused.

After that, Alan struggled to go back to sleep, pained by the arousal in his crotch.

For the next few days, both the mother and son indulged in their new relationship. Alicia would ask her son to kiss her ass goodbye in the morning, before ordering him to lick her feet when she came home. She felt like a queen every time she entered the house like she was on top of the world, which gradually leaked out, even making her more confident at work.

She had always had a cold expression, which made the people around her think she was looking down on them, yet now she also possessed the aura of superiority, which made the people around her look up to her instead.

As she walked out the front door, feeling her slave place worshipping kisses on her behind, she felt enthralled knowing she was leaving him to take care of all the duties of the house, truly like her personal slave.

In the evenings, she would fully enjoy this new slave, riding his face until he couldn’t breathe, making him tongue her ass until she was satisfied, and fucking him until he seemed to pass out. He was in the palm of her hand, her slave.

Thursday was her usual workout day. As she was working hard in the gym, she felt her body begin to build up a sweat, especially in her underwear and in her shoes; it truly felt disgusting. Suddenly, she got an incredible idea…

Alan was at home, chilling on the couch. He had finished all the chores his mother had asked for, and now he was just waiting for her to return, so he could worship her like he’d become used to.

A little later, he heard the car park in the garage. He quickly rushed over to the entrance to make sure he was there to greet her when she came through the door. He knew she loved the feeling of him worshiping her feet when she returned. Not to mention, so did he.

The handle to the door was pushed down, and Alicia walked into the house. Alan quickly greeted her, “Welcome home, Mistress,” before crawling towards her.

As usual, Alicia extended a foot towards him, indicating for him to begin licking it. He happily obliged, moving his head down to her right foot, extending his tongue, and placing it on her shoe.

She was currently wearing her casual sports sneakers. Alan let his tongue glide over his mother’s dirty shoes, showing his full worship of her. Then, he noticed that there was something different today.