What one perceives as acts of independence at satisfying your needs, just might be a call to allow another to control you.
If you do not believe it happens, well…fuck you! If you deny that you have never thought about it, well…fuck you again. Might be a given that choices can be made, but circumstances help dictate which fork in the road one might take. So if those circumstances make the choice one that might not be the one you take, fuck you thrice. If you judge without ever taking that rod into your fire…keep going on fucking yourself. Because my choice is my choice, and all the consequences it brings, I accept that. There might be a tinge of regret here and there…but that is to be expected.
The circumstances, of which there are many, are mostly of my own doing.
Outwardly, I am a bit of a narcissist. Take it for what it is. I have the goods and not afraid to flaunt it. Have since my early teens and now at barely over forty, still physically slay it. Anyone that says that someone over forty should not wear a string bikini on a beach…well, fuck you. My 35 “C” cups, my 25 “ waist, and my 36” hips say otherwise. My body makes people turn their heads, towards me, not away…males from sixteen to sixty respond. Do not care what you think…so…well, fuck you.
Unfortunately, or should I say fortunately, my narcissism and my physical attributes allowed for the former to be fed by a ***********ion based on a moments desire. Those moments of desire have been have been numerous through out my almost twenty year marriage. Another words, I fucked around. There was somewhat of a hiatus when my children were born, and did try to use a little discretion while they were in their formidable years. But some of that faded during their teenage years.
That is where the circumstance started to pile up. Five or so years ago, my husband found out about one of my indiscretions. Almost lost my meal ticket. Believe when he looked around, he still looked at me as being steak compared to the hamburger available on the market. Whatever…told him I would not embarrass him again…What he did not know was that I found another medium to help satisfy my narcissism…personal blog porno web sites that allowed me to post selfies, while getting accolades as to my physical proclivities. The other caveat of me indulging for my own selfish wants, is that those sites opened my awareness to possible deviant sexuality that turned me on. Started to fascinate about all kinds of taboo, such as group sex, getting gang banged, incestuous stuff, and other topics.
Again…don’t judge, if you do, fuck you!
All this incentivized , or should I say desensitized me. It was not long before the call of the wild overwhelmed my fear of the threat of losing my marriage. I was on the prowl and my indiscretions came back. With an additional caveat, I enjoyed having a camera (sometimes just the one on a phone if it was totally unplanned) record the events for my future posterity. Not only did this indulge me as a tool of self-stimulation through visual memory, but my voyeur instincts by posting some of my escapades on line. Granted, I usually edited them enough so the casual viewer would have a hard time making a connection.
Sometimes that was awful hard though, maybe the facial distortions of having a swollen cock in my mouth was enough, or only showing me get stuffed in the vagina by a large, hard dick…but when getting caught up in the spurt of the moment…well, it was hard to hide the fact of my mouth over spilling with some guys cum or my cunt splayed open with jizz pouring from the gapping hole.
Still, I also relied on having a disconnect between my inner whore and my public presentation. Though my style of attire might lean towards accentuating my physical attributes with a hint of sexuality, my demeanor leaned way towards social conservatism. I enjoyed the feeling that I was that hot, sexy woman that you could not touch. Which was also one of my rules, nobody close enough to connect to my social circle.
But in the back of my mind, I kind of knew that someone somewhere would make a connection. Especially since my needs were starting to become an obsession.
So I knew it was coming, did not expect the source, and certainly did not expect what the damage control ended up to be.
But happen it did…the first blip was relayed to me through a text.
An “uh oh caught!” caption below a grainy picture of two naked people coupled in the missionary position. The background looked vaguely familiar, too grainy to actually confirm, but looked as though someone took the photo from outside through the screen window.
My initial reaction was actually one of humor; thought one of my partners might have managed to swipe a frame from my phone. Or they were showing off one of their own…I laughed it off as a feeble attempt to turn me on and get back between my thighs. Not recognizing the phone number…I put it in the back of my mind. Heck, did not even mentally confirm whether or not that I was one of the participants, and the background did not have enough detail to define one the places that I had my liaisons most often.
So I went along, my merry way…spent hours that week addicted to web sites that catered to spy cams and such. Twice that week I had to seek out relief.
First one was in the back of a car, in a church parking lot with some hot looking guy that joined me for lunch at the mall. He made the mistake of sitting at the next table…and I was in full cougar mood. A little cleavage, a dropped napkin, a seemingly innocent uh oh moment, a laugh, and out to the car…he was a good choice. Fucked him dry…. took three times. Then I had to let him go, he needed to pick up his young children from day care.
Second one was in my most often used domicile. This is our guest room, which is separated from the rest of the house by the family room, and with an access directly to the outside of the garage. It is where my parents stay when they are in town. Lets them have privacy and allows them to come and go without disrupting the household. Very rarely did anyone from the immediate family ever go there, besides me. It is my fuck room, my own private fuck room. Even the computer in the room is my own private viewing station…to watch fucking!
Anyway, the guy I caught…a young guy in his mid twenties, at the most, and a delivery driver from a different city, made the mistake of thinking the side door by the garage was the best place to make a delivery. He stood outside in the rain for twenty minutes before I heard the banging on the door. I was in the shower and about to relieve myself manually when I heard the banging. Being interrupted being so close, pissed me off a bit.
Just grabbing a robe and almost running to the other side of the house did not help in keeping me totally covered…and I did not care.
When I pulled the door open and saw the shocked expression on this cute kid’s face…I followed his eyes to my completely exposed right tit.
Could not help myself, his expression was priceless. I let out a small chortle.
With a fluidity of movement that even shocked me, my left hand came up and grabbed him by the shirt pulling him into the hallway…”jeez”, I said, “Get the fuck out of the rain”.
As I pulled him in he started to verbally resist, “I…I…ma’am…uh, just need you to sign this…I have to go to lunch…what…what do you…”
He did not have time to finish, I was on a mission and cut him off, “I want you to fuck me right now…right after you eat my cunt. Do you understand?”
It wasn’t a question…it was a directive. His eyes were the size of saucers and his mouth hung open.
“I’ll take that as a yes” I said more to myself as I continued to pull him into the guest room.
I turned around at the foot of the bed, dropped my robe and pushed his shoulders down until he was kneeling on the ground in front of me. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it between my legs as I laid back on the bed…the first feeling of his tongue against my clit was electric.
Did not take long for me to orgasm…a wet one. I held his head back for a moment…”take your clothes off and fuck me…NOW!’
He was on me in seconds, felt him start to penetrate…not the biggest dick in the pond, but right now, big enough.
He almost immediately started to act like a jackhammer. Had to turn up my own internal wick, he would not sustain this long. But the audacity of the moment increased my own sense of urgency and I was rising to the occasion…but not soon enough…he started to spasm…alternately thrusting and freezing as I felt hot jolts of jizz pulsate into my cunt.
Fuck…I was so…so close…”Fuck!…Fuck!” I yelled as I clasped the bed linen in my hands beside me…he semi collapsed on me.
No…no, this is not how it was going to end…the little fucker was not going to be through, I was not done with him.
I grabbed him by the hair and in one swift movement…spun him on to his back. I rolled over and up on my knees…then straddled his head.
“Listen fucker…I am not done with you yet…” and then I laughing said, “here’s your fucking lunch”.
A squatted full force down on his mouth with my cum soaked pussy.
There was a moment nothing happened…then I felt a little movement. Apparently my ass was pinching his nose shut and he had to open his mouth to breath…it was all I needed. I rocked back and forth slightly, spreading my pussy lips open.
Then I felt his tongue…he was catching on…I could not help myself, “That’s it little bitch…yes…eat that pussy…clean that fucker”.
I grabbed his semi hard dick and yanked it hard…his mouth opened wide in reaction. I pushed more of his spent jizz into his mouth.
Did this three…maybe four times, and the little fuckers cock was starting to harden…and my own orgasm was starting to develop. Felt the sucking of his mouth pull out any remaining jizz…then he gave my clit a lick…a suck, I was now the one without the control….my hips were hammering up and down…I was fucking this kids face…and then I exploded.
Took a moment or so to recover, a wave of passive satisfaction allowing me to catch me breath. The young guy underneath me, well not so much as he wiggled his head trying to gasp for air. But his dick was still hard and waving like a flagpole.
I knew what to do with it…I spun around and settled my cunt on his protrusion, allowing for full penetration. From this position, I controlled everything, even his hands on my tits…a slow, satisfying fuck lasting long enough to build myself to a rocking crescendo.
Whether from the strenuous physical expenditure or a combination of that and the mental release, I was almost sedated as I rolled off of him. Trailing a string of his goo from my well fucked cunt. I lay next to him…and then absent mindedly commented, “you know what I need now?”
Not really expecting anything, but he must have read my mind as his tongue slowly massaged my gash. The smile of satisfaction of feeding him his lunch slowly spread across my face.
A half hour later…fully satisfied and cleaned well, I told him it was time to go. He got up and started to get dressed…he somehow looked more than just a bit tentative.
“Why don’t you give me your phone number…maybe….well, you never know” I said in an almost patronizing voice.
His face brightened immensely, and pulled a pen and paper out of his pocket. After handing me his number….he spun and was off.
Put the paper under the keyboard of my computer, wondered if I would ever use it.
Scooped up my bathrobe and headed down the hallway intent on finishing the shower that I had started a couple of hours ago, maybe longer.
I must have been longer, as I turned from one hallway to the one towards my bedroom, the front door popped open.
In came my son Kyle, and two of his buddies right behind him.
And there I was, like a deer caught in headlights, I froze clutching my robe with one hand to keep it from opening since the belt was god knows where.
The expression on Kyle’s face was not one of surprise, but one of those snarky, humorous ones when one would catch another in a compromising position.
He smiled ear to ear…his two buddies trying to position their heads around him to see…well it was obvious what they wanted to see was me.
“Mom…so nice to meet me at the door like this…” He laughed quietly; as he walked towards me with his hands outstretched, “give me a hug”.
I should have just turned and walked away…but something in me told me that is what he would expect and then turn it into an embarrassing reaction on my part.
After taking one step back, I held my ground…then opened my arms as he put his around me. Gave him a short, hard hug and then backed away trying to regain clasping the robe shut.
Noticed my son’s nostrils flaring…just a little and then a bit more. There was a curious expression on his face.
It hit me…he smelled sex.
Turned to make an exit…robe somehow caught on the floor lamp next to me, as I turned it pulled one side of the robe open.
Kyle and his buddies got an eyeful of the entire length of half my naked body. I quickly closed and made an exit.
All I heard behind me was a collective “wow”.
Any embarrassment was fleeting at the most; instead humor enveloped and then turned to the devious thought of my inner voyeur.
If that bothers someone, oh well…fuck you.
Internally, our family never shied away from the preponderance of media sexual connotation. We never inhibited our children based on entertainment ratings, whether sex was implied or expressed in movies, magazines, or what not…we did not shield them from it as the idea was that curiosity was a greater motivation than exposure. So if a question was asked, it was answered…but both my husband and myself usually responded with answers more based on a sense of levity than seriousness.
So if we were all watching a movie and there was nudity, or even actual sex, the comments from one or all of the children hardly raised an eyebrow.
Kyle might say, “nice rack” in regards to an actress’s assets…and we might or might not agree. The same thing as if Kayla would make the comment about some guy being “hung”, we would all agree or not. Not that we did it with vulgarity, but most often with a sense of being humorous. Even lately…our thirteen, soon to be fourteen, youngest daughter, Kellie, has surprised us with comments. It seems as though as she is moving from a training bra to the real thing that she is becoming aware…
So…the incident with Kyle and his buddies was not that big of a deal…or so I thought.
Later that same day, after a good long shower, and doing a few other things that kept my preoccupied, I walked into the kitchen with Kayla sitting at the table.
When she saw me, she had this Cheshire cat grin on her face.
“What? What the heck are you looking at?” I said while quickly scanning myself thinking something was out of place.
“Heard about you flashing Kyle and his buddies today…getting a little risqué aren’t we?”
I laughed, “ Yeah…I guess…it was an accident, probably will give them nightmares”.
“Doubt it…probably will give them sore wrists.” Kayla laughed.
Would guess that some people would be shocked if their sixteen year old daughter would make a comment like that, but as stated earlier, we have an enlightened, humorous view of implications pertaining to sexuality. It was funny.
“Really…an old woman strutting her stuff?” I knew better but wanted to hear it.
“Yeah…right Mom, those guys have been drooling at the sight of you since they figured out what that thing is hanging between their legs”.
Cannot dispute it, flattery works on me. “Thanks hon, but think it was your brother that got the most of it.”
“Don’t think that matters to him, Mom”, Kayla said as she pushed herself away from the table and walked out of the room.
A shutter came over me as the vision of Kyle smiling at me while he quickly scanned my half naked torso when the robe caught flashed through my mind.
The matter soon passed from my consciousness. The week passed without incident and as Friday rolled around, made through my period without even concerned about that interfering with my lifestyle. This is especially true with factoring the caveat of “out of sight, is out of mind”. Kyle and his father were going to a ball game that night and Kayla was staying at friends…. that just left Kellie and I for the evening.
Had a great evening with my youngest daughter, the opportunity to have quality time alone with her was rare in that we are all pulled different ways and as a young teen, she showed more interest in kids her own age than hanging out with me.
That being said, even when it was hours after the game ended and Ken and Kyle did not get home, I was not upset in the least.
I was just a little perturbed though when Ken woke me up to drunkenly apologize for something that was totally incoherent…and then tried to make amends sexually. Not only was I not in the mood, but he was apparently in no shape to even attempt it. And he stunk to high heaven…and not just from booze…it was more than that. When I pushed him off of me, could swear that he reeked of that bittersweet smell of sex.
Needless to say…I let him have the bed to himself and finished the night in the guest room.
Saturday was an odd day, Ken got up late nursing a hang over, and he avoided me the entire day. Acted as if he was either guilty or afraid of me.
Kyle on the other hand…he was strange in the opposite way. He was overly jovial as if there was some big juicy secret he knew and nobody else did. He as also acting in a teasing, playful way, to the extent that as I walked passed him once, he patted me on the butt.
“What the hell?” I turned, shocked by his touch. Not that he ever did that before, but never with even a slight squeeze.
He laughed slightly, “Just wanted to see if it was as firm as it looked.”
“For crying out loud Kyle…I’m your mother”.
“Yeah…I know”. He just smiled and then gave me a wink.
“You’re insufferable”. I just walked away wondering what got into him.
That night, Ken went to bed early…he was going golfing in the morning. Kellie was heading to a friends house in the morning, and Kayla was staying another night at her friends.
Thought I might be stuck with Kyle, but he said he was going out.
I jokingly mentioned that I felt sorry for any girl he might be with. My thoughts that he seemed so sexually charged all day.
He laughed, “Don’t worry Mom…saving it for you”.
“Geez…just stop it, what has gotten into you?” then my memory flashed back to me flashing him. Is that what was doing it?
“Nothing Mom, “ he winked, “it is what is going to be getting into you”.
He laughed as he walked out the door.
Left to my own devices as the night went on, and becoming bored, somehow I ended up in front of my computer in the guest room. Without realizing it, my interest seemed to skewer from my penchant of leaning towards the cougar sites to cursory looks at taboo sites. Predominately looked at sites that elicited the provocation of possible incest. Not until after I coordinated a fantasy with my visual that gave me a self-induced orgasm did a wave of guilt permeate my consciousness.
Took over an hour once I went to bed to fall asleep to Ken’s cadence of snoring…
Sunday arrived bright and sunny, Ken left at dawn for his golf outing and did not expect to get back until well after dinner that night. Kellie was picked up shortly after and also said that she would get back around her school night curfew…or 10 PM. Had no idea when Kayla was going to get back and presumed Kyle would do his normal mid day sleep in.
Of all things…I decided to go to church. Just felt a need to go, maybe second guessing all that had happened in the last couple of days warranted it.
Half way into the service, my phone vibrated. Nobody could hear it and believe nobody noticed. So I took a glance. It was a picture of me riding the delivery boy…I was lifted off of him just enough to see an inch or so of his dick between me and his body…I was clutching his hands against my tits and my face had a determined look.
Underneath the picture, the caption, “Ah ha! Caught again! This might be fun!”
Almost lost my composure but did not, held my breath long enough. Then it hit me…the little red light above the computer screen was still on when the delivery boy left. I shut it off without saving anything…so how?
Almost in a panic, I left church and went straight to our guest room. Started the computer and ran the diagnostics, I have an app that cleans browsing history and unsaved downloads every day…nothing showed up. Then did a complete computer scan and nothing came up. Somehow, someone had hacked at least one picture from my computer…I tried to calm down and evaluate just who that might be. It had to be someone in my blog group. Granted, I have posted many similar type pictures on the blog, but I did it, not someone else. I felt almost violated, intimidated, and a slight loss of controlling my privacy.
If this became public…how could I face my friends, my associates, my family?
I tried to mentally shake it off, and made a determination that I would find the culprit and put an end to it before any damage was done.
It would not take long.
Storming out of the guest room and turning into the family room…there was Kyle. He was sitting almost spread eagle in the middle of the couch, wearing just loose basketball shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. His arms were up on the back of the couch with a remote in one hand and a phone in the other.
He faced his phone in my direct and snapped a picture.
“Damn Mom, you look pretty hot…probably got the pastor all nice and horny”. Kyle said in a very flat monotone voice.
I was dressed in a shorter basic red dress that did cling a bit, but was nowhere close to being provocative. So what the hell was he talking about? I could feel anger rising in me as it was not too far from the surface.
Kyle thumbed his phone…then the phone in my hand vibrated.
I looked down…my jaw dropped. There was a split picture…me dressed as I was, with the caption “before” and the other half, me on my back naked with someone’s face between my thighs…the caption “after”.
Could feel the emotion bring a “what the fuck” to my mouth.
Just as Kyle hit the volume of the TV playing to the side of me…the grunts, groans, and verbal expletives drowning me out.
It was me on the screen…just at the moment of climaxing…the delivery boy underneath me.
The perverted, peeping Tom was my son. It hit me like a brick.
The authority of being the parent overwhelmed me.
“You are spying on your own MOTHER!” I screamed. “You give me everything you got…or else.”
“Or else what Mom?” Kyle said in a very calm voice.
“Or else…well you can’t let this get out…I am serious, do you have any idea as to what this can do…to our family, to our standing in the community, to me?”
“Yes…I do” Kyle again calmly replied a smirk on his face.
“Well…then give me your phone and show me were this all can be deleted” I demanded.
“No…think I will hang on to it”.
“Listen Kyle…what I might have done is wrong…but this could be devastating…I mean your Dad…your sisters.” Then I made my mistake, “What would it take for you to make this go away?”
He paused and looked at the TV, dropped the remote and grabbed his crotch. It was obvious that whatever was under the silky shorts had some size to it. He looked back up at me; he could not have had a bigger smile.
The implication was clear…
“No…absolutely no…I am you mother for Christ’s sake…ABSOLUTELY NO!”
He just kept rubbing himself and smiling…alternately looking me in the eye, then towards his hand, then the screen of the TV…and then back to my eyes.
“NO…what the fuck is wrong with you? I am YOUR MOTHER!”
He just nodded and smiled…then said, “Yeah…makes it even better, doesn’t it?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Last night…you could not get enough of fantasizing about us doing it. Look” he nodded towards the TV.
There I was, from a different angle…shit there must be more than one camera in the guest room other than the monitor one. I was leaning back in the chair, my legs up over the arms, my one hand furiously rubbing between my legs and my other squeezing and rubbing my tits. The picture on the screen….a woman…obviously older with a young guy banging her.
“That is sick…” I breathlessly said.
“You did not think so last night, apparently”.
“That is not real…it is just make believe…you can’t think that I think it is real…”.
“Mom…you do not get it, it is not whether or not you think it is real, it is what I think”. He sounded like some schoolteacher talking to a pupil.
“Listen…it is not going to happen, you need help”. Even I felt like that was a plea.
Kyle began thumbing his phone…anxiety rose in me.
“What are you doing?”
“Thought I would share this with Debby.”
Debby is my best friend at work and the straightest lace in a shoe…she would not only disown me, quite sure she would find a way to get me fired.
“No…no wait…WAIT! There has to be a way to work this out”. I pleaded.
Kyle had his hand clasped around his penis through his shorts…it appeared almost too large to be real. It was probably the material of his shorts and underwear…why did I even mentally go there? Was I actually contemplating unconsciously of capitulating to…
“Yes…yes there is…come here”. Kyle said as he motioned me directly in front of him.
Fine I thought…maybe all he wants is more of what I gave him the other day…a flash.
I could deal with that mentally…in fact, the thought of him jerking off and having wet dreams over me actually made a corner of my mouth rise. I walked directly between his legs…even with his knees on each side of my lower thighs.
He looked towards the bottom of my dress and nodded his head up.
Yup, I thought that is what he wants…big frick’n deal. I lifted my dress up above my waist. There were my pink bikini panties, the only thing covering my freshly trimmed pubic area. The idea of turn about hit me…will give him the shock of his perverted life…I reached and pulled my panties down…my exposed pussy just a foot or so from his face.
His reaction was not what I expected.
He just smiled and looked directly at my exposed crotch, nodded and reached down to pull my panties to the floor. I had to step out of them or fall…my high heels still on my feet.
Kyle looked back up, “the rest of it Mom”.
What the fuck…that wasn’t enough? Gave him an uninhibited view of where he came from…what else?
“I love how you mentally resist Mom…makes it so much sweeter when you finally realize that you will still do what I want”.
I reached behind and unzipped my dress and slipped it off. Did not wait for the next and dropped my bra…there I was, completely naked in front of my son.
“Hope you enjoy it” I said sarcastically.
“I do, I do….and I am sure that eventually you will too” he said in a very devious tone.
Sure enough, I noticed him thumbing the phone he was getting multiple pictures. Damn him…
I felt his hand on my lower abdomen; the touch causing me to suck in a bit…then he softly moved his hand up my body.
“Hey…looking is one thing…touching is another…that is not part of the deal”, I almost coughed out as his hand messaged first one breast and then the other.
‘What deal?” he cocked his head to the side, “I did not agree to a specific deal”.
His hand cascaded down across my stomach, paused on the mound above my slit…then he slipped a finger between my labia…I jerked…his finger inserted into me…then another.
I wanted to get away…but no, I am not going to be intimidated by him…I pushed my crotch towards him. His smile broadened…and he inserted a third finger moving them in and out. If he was not my kid, I would have called him a bastard…but I can’t he is just my deviant offspring. It hit me…I probably deserve this.
“Why don’t you kneel right here in front of me…believe that would be nice, don’t you?
“Why would it be nice?” I answered, but for some reason I lowered my self to my knees, my forearms resting on his upper thighs.
He was still stroking himself through his shorts…that impossibly large appendage only a few inches away from me.
Without disturbing how he was positioned, he pulled his shirt over his head….the ripples of his stomach square in front of me, a light line of hair noticeable from his belly button and disappearing into the top of his shorts.
Something in me caused me to bite my lower lip and then touch my upper lip with my tongue. It was a habit I had when I perceived that there was something I wanted but did not outwardly admit it.
“I’ll let you do the honors Mom, “ he made a motion that was not misinterpreted.
Fuck it, I thought…if I am naked, so can he be. I pulled his shorts down.
He did not have any underwear on.
The material was not giving me a false impression…my kid’s dick was as thick as my wrist and at least three quarters as long as my forearm…the encyclopedia of dicks I had over the years flipped through my brain. Came up with only a few of the hundred or so that I have had the pleasure with that might compete in size of this one. Ken, his father, was lucky to have two thirds of this one.
The pause must have triggered Kyle’s sense of humor.
“Mom…hey Mom…your eyes are popping out of your head…watch out for incoming flies” he laughed….
Did not realize that I was unconsciously leaning closer and moving my head down. My hands were on top of is upper thighs just an inch or so one either side of his penis.
He shifted slightly, the tips of my fingers coursing through enough of his pubic hair to touch the base of his dick. I did not move…do not know if I could have if I wanted to. I was being mesmerized by my own son’s dick. In fact, it was no longer registering that it was Kyle’s dick…it was just a beautifully large proportioned cock that needed to be investigated.
Kyle used his hand to stand it up…the head almost touching my lips…like he was teasing.
His other hand pressed lightly on the back of my head…
Fuck that…I opened my mouth, in fact stretched it as I brought the head of his dick into my mouth. My tongue rolling over the entire head, piercing the slit on the top…the sweet flavor of male pre-cum sending a signal straight to my cunt.
I went down on it…working it at the entrance of my throat…I was determined to get it all the way in…I just had to. I choked, then gagged, brought it out enough to get some air…then licked it from stem to stern….back into my throat, expending my larynx…fuck it was past my nasal passage…wondered if I could reach the top of my stomach…it was cutting off my air, but did not want to give it up…but I had to, just to catch my breath…then back all the way in.
Kyle now had his hands on the side of my head, almost guiding the process, mine were busy exploring his testicles. Massaging them in the hopes of generating a load worthy of his cock.
He started to stiffen…I was going to go all the way…what ever my son was going to give up, I was going to take it.
But he stopped…pulled me by the hair up off his dick…my mouth emitting a smacking, vacuum sound as it fought not to release his cock.
Kyle held my head up…my mouth feeling as if it was stretched permanently, a big smile on his face.
He looked down, I followed…his magnificent cock standing straight up almost to the bottom of his sternum…
“Time to take me home Mom…” his smile one of anticipation.
That comment momentarily brought me back to reality…it is one thing, well at least that is what I tried to tell myself, to have oral sex with that beautiful dick. But…to have it back in the spot it originated from…that is an entirely weird situation.
My resistance was apparently mental…my body already made the decision. I climbed up on Kyle, he rubbed my soaked cunt lips with the head of his cock as I lowered myself…I have a lot of experience at this and used it all to savor each and every millimeter.
Using one hand to steady myself using Kyle’s shoulder the other guided his hard penis, sliding the globe of the head across my slowly spreading vagina, moving it delicately to nub my clitoris…fuck…that familiar spark of lust permeated my body, the animal instinct overwhelming any smidgen of propriety.
Lowering myself slightly, could feel his large head separate and open me…the first pressure of his head causing me to straighten my spine…I lowered another inch or so…then pulled up a smidgen only to push down a couple more inches. My brain was screaming, drowning out any possible resistance…my body wanted this appendage in it more than any thing, more than even possibly life right now.
It was as if this large, fat cock, was intended for this place. Every part of it, and I mean all of it felt like it was made for my orifice. The thought of it being attached to my son only increased the desire…that again overwhelmed the self-contention of me being morally a creep…the song from “Radiohead” started to bang in my head as my lust drove my hips up and down…my cunt relishing the firm resistance of each thrust.
Hardly noticed that Kyle had one hand on my hip as I rose and fell, then oscillating at both apexes of my trajectory. His other hand taking its pleasure with either tit, squeezing his mother’s tits, massaging them, and rolling my nipples that had become super sensitive and hard.
The animal in me was not to be denied and the welling up the intended outcome was rushing to a conclusion…felt like a volcano was getting ready to burst within me….my eyes had no focus, my breathing flared my nostrils…there was not enough oxygen in the air…I was about to cum…it was right there…
Kyle held me tight under my tits, lifting me to where only the end of his dick was still in me. My body tried to drive down, but could not…
“Fuck….FUCK!” I screamed, “I…I am about to CUM!…NOW!” I snorted and pushed again…but in futility.
“No…no you aren’t, not until I let you”. Kyle was looking me dead in the eye.
Could feel the wildness recede from my eyes…the flaring and snorting of my nostrils slowly abating. My cunt…my entire being…the frustration beginning to well up. I have never been denied an orgasm…never. But here it was…the first time, and the realization it was my own kid that was denying it, hit me like a brick.
The indignity of what I just did, the guilt of my wonton actions seeped in. I felt the need to disengage…to run and hide, to put it behind me. I attempted to rise…Kyle thrust upward…his engorged cock totally immersed into me, the length and breadth causing the air to be forced out of my lungs.
The strength of the thrust caused my entire body to levitate momentarily, then I came down…again the air forced out of my body by that stiff appendage pushing my internal organs against the diaphragm, separation my abdomen from my lungs.
“Now we fuck…” Kyle said in an authoritarian voice.
The indiscretions of my actions that just moments ago were driven by lust, that lust somehow had melted away.
I feeling of violation waved over me as I felt Kyle’s large appendage filling me internally.
That sense of violation only increased as Kyle clasped my hips with his hands and slowly started thrusting on his own….very methodically and with determination.
Might be impossible to understand as to my rabid lust turning into being contained and then thrown away to be replaced by someone or something taking complete control over you.
But that is what was happening. I slowly let him take complete charge of what was happening…it was not over just a minute or two….but continually over the course of time…maybe a half hour or more.
My body at first started to react due to my brain telling me that it would be over sooner if you capitulated….but then something changed internally, it was as if I was being broken, reformed, and then renewed…wired completely differently.
I now understand how a wild horse is broken and trained…I am that horse.
The feeling began to rise again, different in that I was reacting to his input, not mine…relying on his thrusting, his oscillations, his rhythm.
Pushed my chest out…offering my tits, my nipples to him. He bit hard around one of my areolas…the pain sharp and almost debilitating, but my reaction was to moan and push more of my tit into his mouth. Even as I felt the blood form from his teeth puncturing my skin… I was not thrown into a need of self-defense. At this moment, I knew that I had succumbed…he could do anything to me and I felt I deserved it.
His attention to my tits as he continued to drive into me lasted quite some time. When he finally pulled his mouth away from my chest…both my tits were covered with bite marks with blood drops emitting from the punctures…the bruising from his hickey’s beginning to form.
The thought of completely capitulating initiated a spark…internally my libido of lust was turning back on…but it would be under his control…not mine.
You would think that the pain of my wounds would have an affect differently, but I realized I was calm and collective with a content smile, as I looked into Kyle’s eyes.
He smiled back, and his lips parted…I took it as an invitation. I kissed him, first softly then with more determination, my tongue reaching deep within his mouth.
Our embrace continued as the crescendo of his thrusts slightly increased, the force of each a little more.
My body reacted in kind…to replicate his desire…not for me necessarily…but for him.
He broke the embrace…”Do I have you?”
“What do you mean?” I almost was at a whisper.
“Do I own you…”
“Right now…yes”. I grunted, his thrusts had increased and so was my lust…so he really did “own me”.
“No…forever…” he now grunted, as his thrusts became erratic.
My body knew, it was time…had to meet his…my mouth opened…”Yes…Yes…forever…do it”.
“Argh…ARGH!” grunted from his mouth as his hips pushed so hard he lifted me…his cock pulsating against the walls of my vagina…the first volley of his seed was so strong I could feel it course through his cock where it was locked by my vaginal muscles.
My own orgasm hit me…harder than anyone I have ever felt….but only internally, my mouth hanging open with an almost breathless reaction…my eyes lost all focus…but did not make any other verbal expression. My body was racked with convulsions…all internal.
His cock continued to pulsate…sending more and more of his seed into me…so much so that it was starting to inhibit my vaginal grip on the based of his cock. I kagled harder…milking him…extending his orgasm…and having another mild one myself.
Collapsing against him as our motions slowed to a stop….his dick still filling me, I whispered…”Thank you”.
Do not know why…it just came out.
As I slowly extricated myself from his cock…my cunt felt has though it had, had a truck pulled out of my vagina. My lips were hyper extended and the colder air rushed into the gapping hole left by the large size of him.
I took a step back…a gush of Kyle’s cum cascaded rolled down both of my thighs.
His cock, still engorged, but soft, plopped against his thigh…coated with both his and my cum.
For whatever reason, I transfixed on that shiny, cum covered appendage of my son.
My attention, my focus, must have done something to Kyle…his satisfying smile was offset by a twinkle in his eye.
“Ok mother…why don’t you lay down on the coach…” He said as he stood up, taking my hands and guiding me to the couch.
No man can recover that fast…so was he just being nice?
He placed me on my back, ran his hands down the side of my torso, so softly it was almost a tickle…my skin actually turning to goose bumps. Then he pulled me until my head went over the edge.
That large, cum soaked cock dangled directly above me…he was not through with me.
“Mom…you are the first female that managed to get that much of me in their mouth…let’s see if we can get it in all the way”, Kyle said as he slithered the end of it from my chin to my lips.
“Open up…” again with the sound of authority.
I sequenced…bending my head back over the edge; my mouth accepted the head of his cock. Fortunately, he was still semi soft…because he unceremoniously thrust his hips forward, his cock penetrating my throat.
All the cum and vaginal fluids must have made it easier…he started to fuck my throat.
And not softly…but with force…his scrotum slapping my forehead…then my nose…then against my lips.
All of him was going deep into my larynx…I could feel him expand my throat when holding one hand on my neck. This was the epitome of the term “deep throat”…he was in me on this end as far as he was just a little while ago on the other.
There was no way any sound could be made by me, and I was concentrating on getting enough air between thrusts, so my sexual arousal was relatively limited.
Until Kyle did something that was totally unexpected, this would change everything….
Felt him take one of my legs and place it up on the back of the couch…my legs spread wide, the gapping hole of my pussy, dripping of my son’s semen…while he continued to, well…fuck my face.
Something touched my clit….I jerked…then I felt it again. My clit felt as if something was pulling it…a vacuum of sorts.
Holy SHIT! Kyle was eating me out. The rush of my sexuality came back, tempered only by the though that it had to be him first. My hands reached around the back of his thighs and I began to assist him in his thrusts.
Kyle’s oral manipulations had every nerve waiting in anticipation.
I promised myself that I would hold out as long as it takes.
How long that was, was lost on me…but when I felt him go rigid…he grabbed my pussy hard at the same time his cock pulsed and the warm gush of his cum started to squirt down my throat…him grabbing my cunt caused me to again have an orgasm.
It was amazing how much cum my son could generate, on one of his thrusts…it backed up in my throat and ended up snorting out of one of my nostrils…that was a first.
He finished up…making sure that I had his dick clean and allowing it to go flaccid.
Standing up over me and looking down, I wondered what more he had for me….but he walked away. I was exhausted…and fell asleep.
Do not know how long I was out, but a car door slamming outside startled me.
I was still on the couch, totally naked…the area around my crotch throbbing…my throat sore as hell, and my jaw almost locked. Reaching down between my legs, the area around my pussy was highly sensitive to the touch and my hand came away covered in clumpy white goo.
Damn…had to make an exit fast. Rolled on to my feet but any quick get away would be futile, my upper thighs felt like jelly. Picking up my clothes almost caused me to nose dive to the floor. Still managed to get down the hallway to my bedroom before the garage door opened.
The scent of cum permeated the air…some of which was emanating from my mouth, but also the trail that I was leaving from the stream down my leg. As quickly as possible made my way to the bathroom and got into the shower, dropping my clothes on the floor.
Just managed to get under the water when I heard Ken call out.
I tried to respond that I was in the shower, but it was as if I had laryngitis…it was more of a croak than words.
Thankfully when Ken opened the bedroom door, he realized I was in the shower and yelled never mind. Then he said something about having to pick up one of the girls.
That was a “phew” moment. Took a long shower, and douched as best I could with how sore I was…believed that I had dodged a bullet.
Then I looked in the mirror as I dried off…my chest, both my tits…those bite marks were real and not going anywhere for a while, neither were the hickey’s…but the big chock was…There was writing on my body…and circles, and a couple arrows.
Took me a second or two to translate them in reverse…”I am my son’s whore”…”This is where I put my cum” written on my inner thigh with an arrow pointing between my legs. And then another one, in larger letters, just below my belly button…”This body is property of Kyle” with a circle drawn around my mound and pussy.
I quickly tried to scrub it off…it was not going anywhere. Most likely he used the laundry marker…shit, guess this was one way to keep me covered up.
Since I generally slept in the nude…quite sure Ken would notice me in pajamas. I would have to figure something out.
None of this was as debilitating as the stretched throat and jaw muscles, had to wonder how I was to communicate…especially in regards to confronting Kyle. This was too much…it had to stop.
Thankfully, Kyle had disappeared at least for the rest of the day…and was out the door to school before I even was ready for work the next day.
That whole day I was in recovery mode, in the morning it was easier to use head and hand movements to communicate than try to croak out a few words, but by the afternoon I was sufficient at hoarsely speaking a few words at a time.
The need to put what had happened yesterday behind me was paramount in my priorities…but still no Kyle, he avoided making any contact with me. It did not help that to keep my physical blemishes hidden, I had to be the first to bed and the first out of the house.
The week rolled into Wednesday, the markers still perfectly legible but lightening…and the hickey’s were slowly subsiding into yellowish obscurity, even though there were scabs on the bite marks, the irritation around them was gone. Felt has though by the weekend at least my upper torso would be close to normal…the writing might take a little bit more time. This healing also was tempering my anger at my son…and somehow validating my reaction based on self-victimization.
Over night, I woke up covered in sweat…it was dream…no it was a nightmare…well maybe not from how wet my vagina was. The dream was of Kyle having his way with me…in all my orifices…including anally. The one area that has been off limits to anyone…it has never been violated, my ass was still a virgin…in my dream I had begged Kyle to take it…and just before I woke up, I had rolled over in my dream and my belly was swollen as if I was almost full term pregnant.
The words, “This body belongs to Kyle” was tattooed in *********** under my extruded belly…. written in marker on my belly, “Kyle’s baby”.
Took me a minute to catch my breath…what did it mean? The baby thing brought me back to reality though…at forty years old, do not think getting pregnant was in the cards. Also, no way was I going to give up my ass…to anyone. The other stuff…well it was too late for that, he already had those.
The next day at work, the dream kept coming back…unconsciously I even searched for information about over 40 pregnancies. Why, I do not know…but then, by my own mistake, I left the browser on. My boss and friend saw it.
“Don’t tell me you are pregnant?” I heard Debby ask over my shoulder.
Startling me, “No…absolutely not…I…” my fingers quickly searched for the delete key.
“That is ok…I know how it is, always wanted to have more children too. Just running out of time”.
“Debby, I already have three…”
“I know, but that timing thing. It bothers me everyday and if I could, I think under the right circumstances…well”.
“Yeah but, you are a couple of years younger than I am…so…”
“Yeah, thirty eight is so much younger than forty….got it. Never mind though, I understand the urge…”
Debby’s husband is a good fifteen years older than her and had testicular cancer about five six years ago that not only made him impotent, but they had to be surgically removed. It was devastating to her as it was just as they were trying to have another child.
My motivation for looking up pregnancy at closer to my age had nothing to do with that, at least that is what I told myself.
It was just because of last night’s dream…a fantasy…not reality.
Debby walked away smiling funny.
Later that day, when the tedium of the day caused me to daydream, had the mindless thought that if Ken is or was built like Kyle… there would have been a heck of a lot more opportunities to expand the family. Which led me to unconsciously think about my erratic breathing due to Kyle’s size and thrust…not realizing that I apparently was actually making short deep breaths. Of course, Debby had just walked up unannounced.
“Gee…what’s with you today, are you having an orgasm?” Debby humorously said as she startled me by her presence.
“Uh…no, no”, I quickly blurted as my face flushed in embarrassment.
“I don’t know…looking up pregnancy…then breathing exercises…what is up?”
“Nothing…nothing”, and then knowing she would just keep it up, “Just had a dream last night…I mean, a nightmare…that I was standing in front of a mirror with a full term pregnant belly”.
“Uh…really? Does anyone else know about this?”
Then I somehow made a linguistic blunder, not even realizing the details, “No…nope, did not mention it to Kyle”.
Debby made a funny face, and waited a moment, “ You mean Ken…don’t you?”
“Yeah….oh shit…I meant Ken…did I really say Kyle? Uh…no… don’t think so” I said with a nervous laugh.
Debby nodded, gave me a wink, and then went back to what she was doing.
My brain quickly reviewed my previous thoughts and actions, was there any other Freudian slips?
As the day progressed, and especially on the way home, there seemed to be a bit of anger welling up within me as to Kyle. The trickery and then falling to his extortion…then worse yet, marking my body…that kid was showing disrespect. I was determined to get this straightened out…and I was not happy with him.
Unfortunately, he must have been avoiding me. Kyle was not around the entire evening…nor did I see him for more than a few minutes in the next couple of days. And, as the marks on my breasts went away along with the writing on my body fading to almost nothing…so did my urgency to have a talk with Kyle.
That we did, what we did the past weekend, did not become less of a point of mental anguish, but the actions were being tempered by the passing days. And that I got suckered into his blackmail, well that will not work again, so I told myself.
Friday’s I work half day, did not know that Kyle also had a half-day of school.
When I walked into the house, he was sitting on the couch…wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts and a smirk.
I looked at him with the sternest eyes I could muster while setting my purse and keys down on the desk. “We need to talk”, stated the best I could with purpose.
“We do?” he said jokingly.
“Yes…this is serious”.
“Have you decided to come clean and let the world know that you are a slut?”
“Don’t talk like that…I am not a…” could not say it, “a…. what you said.”
“Do you like whore better?”
“Listen…I am not going to be blackmailed by you…so you will just have to stop it”.
“So…you do not have a problem of sharing to the world that I own your ass?” he went from a light banter to a very serious tone.
At that moment…our central sound system clicked on…I hear his voice…then mine almost breathlessly acknowledging him…
Shit! He recorded what happened last week.
“That is not going to work,” I said with a determination that even surprised me.
He just looked at me as his smile just broadened. “Here, in case you forgot…check out the trailer of the movie I made”.
Turned my head towards the big screen TV, there were snippets of movie frames of me doing things…doing those things to Kyle last week with the accompanying sound track behind it.
“You would not dare…you fucking little asshole”. I was pissed.
“Try me bitch…this is not a game…this is for real”, he sounded even more pissed than me…and he just called my bluff.
The tone of his voice was overwhelming, there was no compromise in it, but I had to try.
“Ok…what is it going to take? We have to put this behind us”, my voice trailed off.
“Told you last week…nothing has changed. I own your ass.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled…this was going nowhere. Turned to walk away.
“Where do you think you are going?” Kyle snapped.
“I am not going to discuss this anymore”.
“You are right…get over here…I want to fuck you right now”.
“WHAT?” I was being indignant, “ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?” This is not going to happen.
“Really?” The TV switched to Utube and he was uploading an attachment.
“Whoa…wait a minute…you can’t”.
He grabbed his crotch with his free hand and nodded.
Goddamn it I thought…this just cannot be happening. But my feet started to move and my hands raised the bottom of my dress.
“You don’t have to take off your dress…just your panties…and just for the record, do not want you wearing panties anymore. Do you understand?”
“Argh”, I grunted and nodded, with no intention of actually not wearing panties “anymore”.
Kyle pushed his shorts down…that massive hunk of dick was in full erection.
I mentally tried to hasten myself knowing that this just might be a struggle if I am dry. I slowly pulled my panties off and gave my self a rub trying to initiate as much lube as possible.
“No…I want you to feel every part of me…get up here”.
I bit my lower lip as I straddled him.
The head of his cock put pressure against my vagina, which was not nearly close to being ready. Kyle did not care…he drove his hips upward. The pressure turned to pain as he forced himself into me…each slight movement felt like a huge sandpaper cylinder was being shoved up me.
The pressure, the force, the tightness…pain caused a yelp to exit from my throat…even as he bottomed out against my internal organs.
He allowed me to lift, just slightly, but enough to notice my cunt was starting to flow…the friction turning more into heat and less like the sandpaper.
Kyle kept pounding into me…not the slow and building crescendo he did last weekend, but as if he turned into a commercial jackhammer. He was showing no mercy as he tried to split me in two…to drive his cock completely through me.
The heat turned into a burning sensation…it needed to be cooled, but he was not letting up. The thought was that I might die being skewered by my own son’s cock…it seemed to go on forever…before finally stiffening…his jets of cum surging and seething into the depths of my cavity. This kid’s volume was more than any two men I ever fucked…it filled me, but due to the size of his cock his jizz was forced around it…even though I was only beginning to start the climb to a sexual climax, I still had a satisfaction of not only surviving but getting him off with such a copious amount.
A thought flashed through my mind…if I was not on the pill…there was absolutely no way his seed would not have fertilized me…the picture of my swollen belly floated through my consciousness.
Just as I caught my breath, still impaled on his dick…the front door burst open. I turned my head just in time to see the confused expression on my youngest daughter’s face.
My first reaction was to jump off…but in a nano second realized that still having my dress on was camouflaging her brother’s dick imbedded deep within me. It might have been an awkward scenario…but there might be an opportunity for plausible deniability if it came to that.
“Hey sis”, Kyle spoke without a hint of any anxiety.
“Hey… what’s going on?” Kellie asked nonchalantly while starting to climb the stairs as if it was normal to see her mother sitting face to face on the lap of her older brother.
“Mom was showing me a new position,” he hesitated and then, “a new position to hold me down.”
“Yeah…sure…”, she said as if this was just a common occurrence.
Then she disappeared.
It was unbelievable…here I was with my son’s cock stuck up my pussy, his cum seeping out and my youngest daughter just blows off what had to be a very compromising position. My panties were sitting in the middle of the living room floor and Kyle’s shorts were down around his ankles. And she never caught on???
Kyle let out a little laugh, I could not help but react the same way….but when I tried to dismount. He shook his head in a negative.
“We’re not done, bitch….I have another load to give you…”, he calmly said.
His hands ran up my thighs and softly guided my next motions…he wanted me to do all the work.
I gyrated slowly, then would rise and fall….over and over again.
Not only wanting to get him off as fast as possible, but the entire prospect of almost getting caught raised my sense of desire…
Kyle’s hand slid around my thigh…his thumb finding my clit as I moved his shaft up and down in me.
The sandpaper feeling was gone, the burning being replaced by the heat of lust…I could not stop myself…everything being accentuated by the taboo of my act, and by being so close to being caught.
Kyle must have felt the same way…just ten or fifteen minutes my movements started to accelerate….and then it flooded me, the surge of an orgasm…just at the right moment…just as Kyle let out his second burst of seed.
He raised me by my hips…a torrent of cum slopped out of my gapping cunt. Kyle stuck a hand under my dripping pussy…filling his cupped hand.
My legs felt wobbly…causing me to almost stumble, but instead went down to my knees in front of him…he extended his cupped hand.
The opaque slurry of his cum filled the cavity of his palm…the thought of whether he was going to make me wear it or consume it crossed my mind. I decided to take the latter way…I sucked the puddle out of his hand and licked it clean.
“Ha…that is what I like to see…my slave understanding the need to please me”, he had a content smile spread across his face.
An unexpected flash of warmth shivered through my body as licked and swallowed the remaining remnants of his gunk stuck to the roof of my mouth.
An hour later, as I was standing in the shower…using the remote showerhead to blast the remaining clumps of his semen out of my vagina…it hit me that maybe if I just would be more compliant as an enabler instead of resisting that Kyle just might get tired of using me as his…well, in his terms, his fuck bag.
Drying myself off, and then opening the shower door…there was Kyle.
The thought of any need to cover myself never entered my mind…apparently my psyche had adjusted to any impropriety of exposing myself to my son.
Kyle held up simple cotton “T” dress and a pair of sandals, nothing else.
The “T” dress is the article of clothing that I would only wear lounging around the house and feeling sexy. Without any underwear, the material did little to hide my figure…in fact the last time I wore it, I remember the affect it had on Kyle and one of his buddies…
“Mom…throw this on and let’s go…we have an appointment…it is about an hour away and will not be able to get there tomorrow…let’s go”.
“Where…for what?” I was again blind-sided.
“Doesn’t matter to you…other than to remind you of what you are”. Kyle jerked his thumb towards the door.
Told myself to be compliant… to facilitate him, to make him bored with me. I pulled the cotton dress over my head and stepped into the sandals. Only slightly concerned about possibly being in public in what amounted to almost total view of my nipples, tits, and to be honest when the material stretched just the right way…the slit of my cunt could be detected.
If his intent was to show off his slut mom, he got it.
I led Kyle out of my room and down the hallway just as Kellie came towards us.
“Holy shit mom….you look sexy…very laid back, casual sexy”, Kellie said with an amazed expression.
To be honest, her comment raised my self-esteem… just for a moment though as Kyle grabbed my ass from behind just as Kellie passed us.
Apparently Kellie saw that and in a tongue in cheek, urban diction said, “Yo Kyle….you be get’en some of that Momma butt…you show her bro’”
Kyle laughed as he squeezed my ass.
Kellie had to be just joking…there was no way she would have an idea as to what was happening…could she?
Kyle drove me completely to the other side of the city…into one of the sleaziest areas. The concern for our safety was creating some anxiety on my part…especially the way I was dressed. Was I going to be just fodder for a gangbanger? Maybe even an entire gangbang? Would me son actually do that to his mother?
He pulled in an alley by a strip mall, driving up to an non de*********** back door of one of the establishments.
As we made our way to the door, had a sense of relief as noticed all the security cameras and signs designating the establishment as a law enforcement supporter.
The door opened and as we entered…it took a second or two to adjust my eyes.
The place was a tattoo parlor and the back room appeared to have medical room appearance.
My anxiety rose, “Uh…Kyle….Kyle, what are we doing here? This…me….no”.
Kyle just smiled.
“I am not getting a tattoo…no…I am not, none of that shit on my bod..”.
Got cut off by a shorter, stocky woman…not only covered in tattoos, but also adorned with an array of piercing. “Hi…my name is Stacey” she said pleasantly extending her hand.
“Hi…I’m actually his mother”, I jerked my head in Kyle’s direction as if this was establishing a hierarchy of power.
She looked at Kyle and said, “Just like you said on the phone…we will need her to comply to your wishes, can you get her to sign off?”
“Sign off to do what? Exactly what is going on here?” I demanded.
Stacey took my hand and said in a most sincere voice, “We are not only a licensed tattoo parlor, we also have legal status for hair removal and other minor dermatological procedures. Your son stated that you keep yourself clean and that instead of having to make it a chore to stay that way, we could help. Kyle…why don’t you let me talk to her in private.”
Kyle nodded and walked through a door towards the front of the building.
Stacey took my hand and motioned me to take a seat…sitting directly in front of me, still holding my hand, “Ok, Kerri…do you mind if I call you Kerri?”
“Kerri…it is none of my business as far as how your son knows that you keep clean…but it is pretty obvious that you are meticulous in your hygiene”.
She lifted my arms.
I shave my armpits almost every day…just to be sure.
She looked towards my lower body… raised an eyebrow while nodding her head positively.
I subconsciously nodded in an agreement.
“Well, what we offer is an opportunity to free you from having that chore of doing it yourself. It is called defoliation.”
This was totally weird…but since it was not about tattoos and the concept of not having to shave continuously…well, my interest was piqued.
“Does it hurt? Are there any complications?” I was really curious, but the thought of why Kyle would be doing this lingered in my brain.
“Not really…we give you a sedative and a local…and there might be some discomfort for a day or so, then you will be as clean as a baby forever”.
She handed me a photo album. I scanned through it…there were pictures before and after, of both women and men. Some had forests of hair to begin with, but most started with just stubble…and then, nothing. Clean as a whistle…this is what I was always trying to maintain. Told myself that whether Kyle wanted it or not, that I wanted it…and this is the mental excuse to do it.
“Ok…I guess this is actually something I want. What do you need from me?”
“We just need you to sign this”, she handed me a clipboard. “Initial here that you read it, and sign here.” She pointed at both spots.
I only read the first line, it said “I agree to the procedure(s)” the rest just looked like a standard form. So I initialized and signed.
Stacey pulled out a package with a syringe and wiped a spot on my arm, “a small sedative” she explained.
Then she told me to take my dress off and get on the table.
When I pulled the dress off, Stacey let out a “Whoa” and then asked, “Are those real?”
No doubt flattery helps…I proudly responded, “Yep…100 percent!”
My voice sounded disconnected though and my brain seemed to be slowing things down, especially the connection between my movements and what I thought I was doing.
Stacey guided me up on the medical table…the light above me seemed to pulse…the noises around me as if being filtered through water. There were other people talking…they sounded far away.
A spinning sensation made me close my eyes…could not make them open again.
Heard a voice ask, “Did she sign? Did she agree that Kyle owns her?”
I tried to protest… to open my eyes, to talk…but nothing came out.
“Yes… she signed without hesitation…this is only the second time we ever had a mother completely give herself up to her kid…but check this one out. He got himself one of the most perfectly natural bodies…those are real tits…look at her stomach, her thighs…her fucking snatch…it don’t get any better than that. If he wanted he could farm out this merchandise for thousands a gig”.
My body was totally immobile, could not even move my fingers. They were talking about me as if I was not a person…but an object and I could not do anything to stop them.
I could feel my legs being spread…then my arms, something was being wiped on me…then a humming sound…and a burning sensation on my lower abdomen, my legs, and between them. It was going on forever…I must have passed out… then they were doing something under my armpits…the burning, a prickly feeling.
Then it was over…how long, do not know…but a sharp pricking just under my belly button aroused me from the depths, but still my body was catatonic and immobile. The pricking moved to one of my inner thighs…then…then right next to my lower extremities…just to the left of my…just to the left of the top of my vagina.
Then it stopped…again…my whole lower body had a burning sensation with certain areas having a dull throbbing pain.
Something cold…extremely cold penetrated the dull almost dead sense of touch. It was on the top of my slit…a momentary sharp pain jolted through me. Something was being attached to me…I could almost make out that my clit was being extended…pulled on and squeezed…I passed out again.
When I finally awoke…Kyle was standing next to me, I was still lying down, but somehow my dress was back on.
I heard Stacey give Kyle directions as to my care and then to let her know when the other things could be done…
Kyle guided me out to the car…my feet just were not working…my body still felt it was burning in certain places, in others there was now throbbing pain…. especially near my vagina…I just wanted to get home….
Woke up the next morning my body itching, my legs, my crotch, my armpits…totally aware that this was part of the defoliation…but the throbbing pain on my thigh, my lower stomach, and the sharp pain on the top of my cunt…crawled out of bed…barely noticing that Ken was still sound asleep next to me and that all I had on was large “T” shirt.
Stumbling to the bathroom…I managed to close the door before looking in the mirror.
My legs looked sunburned…a bright red. I lifted the shirt slowly, noticing the red becoming deeper as my upper thighs were uncovered…and then on the inner part of my right thigh, where there was a throbbing pain…something was scrawled there…in a black ***********, had a hard time making it out from the swelling and the red tint…but…
“I am my son’s whore”….it took everything I had not to scream…that sonofabitch.
I raised the shirt…between my cunt and my belly button…scrawled across my lower abdomen in red outlined in black…”This body is property of my son Kyle”.
Just to the left of my pubic mound…a small red…a devil with an over size penis, poking a white spread eagle female angel…small words above the devil…”Kyle”…and below the angel…”Mom”.
I was tattooed…that fucking kid of mine…that…I was furious.
But accidentally hitting something sent a lighting bolt of pain from my cunt to my brain.
A small, bright gold ring protruded from the apex of my slit…my clit peaking out from between my lips…MY FUCKING CLIT WAS PIERCED!
I was about to totally lose it…my whole world was…shit…somehow, someway…sat down on the toilet…tried to gather my thoughts. Just how was I going to get out of this…
There were a couple of papers next to me…picked them up.
One was “The Care and Cleaning of Tattoos and Piercings” and the other, a copy of the agreement I signed.
I set the first one down.
The second one…my anticipation of finding a way out was almost immediately dashed.
It was a signed, sealed, witnessed…agreement that basically said…my son had complete medical, financial, and…well owned my ass in every way and form. What ever he had done, would hold up in court…the fact that he was fucking me… that would hold up in court…the fact that I was letting him, well that is where I would be in trouble…except in the footnotes as long as there is mutual consent by both parties, as long as they are of age, sexual incest is not prosecutable.
What the fuck? If he wants to fuck me and I say no…after agreeing to allow him, I am the one that gets prosecuted?
And, I had agreed to let him fuck me…it was recorded; it was on film…I was holding the paper just above my thigh…the words written on my thigh were glaring in their truth.
“I am my son’s whore”.
My only way was to mitigate the damages…and that would probably require compliance on my part.
All I could wear that day was a loose sundress…my red legs and armpits totally exposed. It was easy to make an excuse…told both the girls and Ken the truth, had a defoliate process done.
Both Kayla and Ken bought it without question, Kellie, she kept asking what else…as if she actually knew what else. I avoided answering.
Kyle was working his part time job all day, so did not have that additional stress.
It was a little after five when Kyle got home. Ken was out cutting the grass, Kayla was in her room on the computer, and Kellie was watching a movie in the family room. I was in the kitchen starting dinner.
Took everything I had not to confront Kyle, to take out my anger about what he had done to me…. but I knew that would be a fool’s errand.
He just stared at me, looking at me from my feet to my head…. and that smart-ass smirk across his face that I wanted to smack it off.
“How was your day?” I sarcastically asked.
“Better than yours, I am sure”
“Probably…only because of you…you….you” I wanted to say it…but could not.
“Doesn’t matter how your day was really, all that counts is that you understand that I own you doesn’t it?” He said almost monotone…as if it was a fact that whatever emotion there was did not count.
“Apparently that is what you think…that doesn’t mean…” I cut myself off as I knew that this would evolve into a confrontation and everything would have come out in the open.
“Get on your knees”. Kyle ordered without raising his voice.
“What the fuck Kyle? It is broad daylight…there are other’s that could…”
Obviously he could not care less as he pointed towards the floor.
Just then Ken came passed the window on the mower, Kyle waved at him.
“Should I ask Dad to come in so he can watch while you explain that you not only fuck around on him…but you actually signed an agreement giving your son complete control over you?”
“No…don’t…don’t you dar…” I stopped, did not want to dare him.
Felt the resignation wave over me as I lowered myself in front of Kyle…he did not move until I undid his pants and sprung his penis out. As much as I now hated it…his penis is big and symmetrical…
It only took a few minutes for me to ingest the entire length…even as it hardened as if made of stone…it shoved thru my tonsils…into the back of my throat…down into my esophagus…and then he started pounding it into me. He was fucking me….fucking my mouth…any oral skills I had was secondary…the thrusts were stretching me, my jaw felt as if it would break…my lips taking the full force of his pelvic bone…
I struggled to time my breathing…he had to be almost to my stomach when my head bent back and shortened my esophagus….he drove and drove…and then he stiffened…the volume of his ejaculation overwhelmed my capacity and the force filled my nasal passages where they spilled out of my nose….and he continued to drain, to squirt…until it was all spent.
Knowing he was done…tried to pull back…but he grabbed the back of my head and held me. “I decide…not you”.
Then he extricated himself, my throat contracting as his penis slowly came out. He stopped momentarily as the head of his penis rested on my tongue. As sore as my mouth was I managed to give the head a suck and was rewarded by a splash of his cum.
His jizz rolled out of both my nostrils…stringing and dripping over my upper lip, some landing on the dress where my tits held it open, some mixing with the dribble from the corner of my mouth that was froze open from his pounding.
I stood up and started to leave.
‘Where are you going?”
Tried to say something, but only croaked…pointed to his jizz on my chin, my neck, and my dress.
“No…keep it right here…it looks good on you…”
The anger came back…building, and building I wondered if I could hold it back…but when I tried to speak, all I could do was squeak.
I sniffled hard…felt his ejaculation get sucked into my nostrils…swallowed it, then licked my lips…pulling the remainder into my mouth with my tongue…whatever was left was too bad…the clumps on my dress…so what.
The only one that seemed to notice was Kellie…she kept staring at it and asking questions…all I could do was squeak and croak which she seemed to find humorous.
“Sounds like you swallowed a frog, Mom…and it got something on you” she laughed…so did Kyle.
Kyle left me alone the rest of the day and almost all of Sunday…which was the first day I felt that I was starting to heal…the defoliate area was now just pink…and the swelling around the tattoos was going down. As long as I did not touch that ring…my clit was only a dull pain.
But then it was Sunday night…Kyle cornered my in my bedroom…on purpose.
He told me to turn around…he lifted my dress and I felt his hands on my ass. Whispered a prayer that he was not going to fuck me…I did not think that my clit could handle it.
He lifted my dress over my head…I clenched my eyes…the other kids and Ken were just down the hall watching TV…Kyle massaged my tits from behind, pulled my nipples hard…I could not stop them from responding.
I felt his hand slide between the crack of my ass…. Oh no, I thought…he is going for my pussy…but his fingers stopped at the entrance of my ass.
Felt a finger slowly circle my asshole.
In my head an alarm went off…nobody messes with my asshole…way back when, before Kyle was born, one person tried…it never happened and it never would….that area was forbidden…it was virgin.
His finger slightly penetrated…I jerked forward trying to separate, but Kyle had my clamped against him. He pushed his finger in further…then all the way in…I second finger spread me further…
“Kyle…no…no…please…that….I am…I have never given that up…” I hoarsely whispered, almost crying.
“So….are you saying that your asshole is still a virgin?”
I nodded my head…hoping he would take mercy…it was not to be.
A third finger was inserted…he went in and out…he was finger fucking my asshole even as I tried my best to clamp it shut.
He withdrew for a second…then I felt something wet and cold against it…I looked under my arm…a squished tube of K-Y jelly laid on the nightstand…
All I could do was tighten my sphincter as hard as I could…but something cylindrical, hard and cold penetrated…my asshole slowly yielded…whatever it was, it was long…and he forced it in, then pulled it out, then back in again…the next time he pulled it out…something much larger, larger than the ring of my asshole pushed against it.
Kyle reached around me and pressed what appeared to be a shiny dildo sideways between my teeth…he leaned forward, “Here bite on this…”
I had to bite down…Kyle forced that large object into my ass…it was his dick and it was stretching me to the max…I could actually feel my sphincter muscles stretch…maybe even tear. He did not care…He just drove his cock all the way in.
I was no longer a virgin…
The tightness must have been a motivation; because he came in the shortest time I have had the pleasure of being the recipient. But it did not lesson the amount.
When he pulled out…his jizz poured from my dilated asshole…it ran down my legs…causing a puddle to form next to my bed.
Could not stop the tears from flowing…the last vestige of control was now gone.
Kyle turned me around….looking at me as if studying his own work…he flicked the ring going through my clit…the pain searing through me as I flinched. He just chortled…
My ass was sore for two days…worried about not being able to control a bowel movement…gave myself multiple enemas. Tried to get all residue of Kyle out of me…
Thankfully the workweek arrived…gave me time to recover. Had to wear loose clothing, and despite my wanting to rebel against Kyle’s no panties edict…I could not wear any because it bothered the clit ring.
Which was turning out to be a different type of bothering. Thursday morning I accidentally rubbed the ring while I was wiping myself…there was just a smidgen of uncomforting, but also a tingle…I lightly touched it again…flicking it slightly…a shiver ran through me.
By the end of the day, I was like a kid that can’t stop picking at zit…I was playing with the clit ring even under my desk.
That night…for a reason that is beyond me, I told Kyle about it.
He told me to strip and show him…and I did…I did without hesitation, as if I was sharing a new found toy with a best friend.
We went into the guest room…he went between my legs…he flicked it with his tongue.
As much as I was stimulated, it did the same to Kyle…he worked on me with gusto…my lust becoming overwhelming…my orgasm was violent.
He then fucked me in the missionary style…for the first time…after he exploded in me, he turned us into the 69 position…did not take long for me to explode…he did not, he spun me around doggy style and fucked me from behind…reaching under and playing with my ringed clit…I came…he did too…my cunt was stuffed full of his cum.
We lay, catching our breath…him to recover first, my pussy still undulating from his big cock and hard thrusting…
Just a few days ago…I hated him…hating my own son for what he was doing to me, hating him for taking away my self-control, my own self-determination. Yet right at this moment, I wanted his cock in me…to dominate me…to fill me with his seed. To be honest, if he told me to eat the shit out his ass and wash it down with his piss…I would have…anything to have him in me.
I rolled him on his back…used my tongue and mouth to clean and lubricate his dick…then I straddled him…placing the head of his wonderful dick at the entrance of my asshole…his asshole I should say…he owned it, it was his and only for him.
It took a lot of effort on my part…and he must have recognized that….he slow fucked my asshole…took the better part of an hour before he filled my anal cavity with his seed.
He graciously turned me around…whether or not he would do anything with me, did not matter…I swallowed his cock…cleaned the entire residue from it…I loved it.
Fortunately Kyle did the same for me…a totally new experience having both your cunt and asshole eaten out…
Yes…from now on….Kyle flat owns me. I am my kid’s whore.
The following week…I was supposed to get my period and leading up to it I was a ravaging sex maniac with Kyle…almost with total abandon, I was sexually assaulting him when ever the opportunity presented itself. Not enough times though, but with the knowledge of my forth coming period, thought there was going to be a dry spell.
But my period never came…not just a day late…but three days, then four.
My anxiety built…did not want to tell Kyle…thought the idea would be revolting to him…what would he do? The other implications…what about Ken, what about the girls…heck what about my friends? But also…have always been staunchly anti abortion…grand mother said the only way to end a pregnancy is when they are still swimming…once they attach to the mother ship…it is all over. That would be when you don’t get your period…they have attached.
Bought a pee test…
I am forty and pregnant…. do not know how, but I am and it is Kyle’s…my son, my owner, and the father of our child.
I needed to talk to Kyle…called him and told him to meet me at the house, in our room, in what used to be the guest room. I was nervous as hell.
Even though I was not in the mood, at least not at first…but Kyle was…in fact he was almost insatiable. He had overwhelmed every one of my orifices with his spunk…it was draining everywhere.
Then I told him…he did not get upset…he just nodded and said, “Good, time to have a family meeting”.
Did not know how to take it…
Late the following afternoon, Kyle approached me and said that he and Kellie were calling a “family” meeting in the living room. My anxiety immediately spiked as to just what and how this was going to play out. I knew in my heart of hearts that I was about to get exposed…that the truth is, I am a whore, and my son’s whore at that. And that I was going to accept whatever consequences would be handed out.
When Kyle told me to strip naked and just wear a bathrobe…I offered absolutely no resistance. I deserved whatever humiliation I was going to get. So why hide it, instead of my heavy terry cloth robe, I donned a short, silk Kimono style that barely covered my bottom and offered almost nothing to contain my tits. Might as well go all in…
Walking into the living room I was ready to accept my fate…instead I was almost knocked back.
The first person I zeroed in on was Ken…he was on his knees, leaning forward on his elbows, his face pointed towards the floor…and he appeared to be naked. In addition, there was what looked like a dog collar around his neck with a leash…a long leash that stretched across the room to Kellie.
Kellie was sitting in a chair, dressed only in a bright red, long silky robe, her legs crossed with her hand resting upwards on her knee…the leash held in her hand.
Kayla was sitting just to Kellie’s right on the edge of the couch…she had on her house coat, her legs also crossed, with one leg swinging back and forth…her hands clasped together and resting in her lap.
Kyle was sitting opposite his sisters…other than wearing a pair of boxers…he was naked.
Kyle pointed to the floor next to him.
Obviously he wanted me to sit there…
My brain was spinning…I was about to be outed…but what is the deal with Ken? He still had not raised his head…looking only at the floor.
It was Kellie that first talked, “Well, we can finally get this out in the open and stop with any condescending bull shit. First a little history.”
She flicked on the TV.
“About six months ago, I hacked into all of our computers remotely…”, she nodded in my direction, “we all had assumed that Mom was fucking around, and of course you were.” She looked directly at me.
“So…when we saw that Mom is a complete whore, it was not that much of a surprise…again, we expected it.”
She gave a tug on the leash…Ken’s head jerked up…his eyes filled with fear, no acknowledgment as what Kellie revealed about me. I had expected something…
Kellie continued, “But what we did not expect to find was this…” she pointed to the TV.
Ken did not look…but I did.
There was Ken…his face was between this young woman’s legs…another young woman was behind him…they looked very familiar. They are the twin’s that used to baby sit our kids, by now they had to be in their early to mid twenties.
The one to Ken’s rear was wearing a strap on…she was pumping a dildo into Ken’s ass.
“We decided to confront the twins”, Kyle now took over, “Turns out our goody two shoes Dad, has been their sex toy since they were teenagers…and the twins had a record of it.”
Kellie interjected, “That gave us an idea…we convinced the twins to let us have all the evidence and since they had no intent on using it to their advantage, we decided that we would for our own purposes”.
“And…I was the originator of the ***********, even though my main interests lie elsewhere.” Kayla finally involved herself, “In fact we are about to reveal is the culmination of that plan”.
She nodded in Kellie’s direction and continued, “But how we ended here, took a lot of originality and to be honest…our little sister here was surprising in both her commitment and her application”.
Kellie stood up and opened her robe…she rubbed her belly.
“Which…thanks to Dad and his perverted obsessions, yielded this”, Kellie rubbed and then pointed at her belly.
It hit me like a brick and it certainly did not require too many brain cells to know what she meant. Kellie was pregnant and she implicated her own Father!
“And now I own him…or else the consequences of his perverted actions will make him a popular receptacle in prison.” Kellie winked at Ken…he hung his head lower.
My brain spun…I wanted to strangle him, as the anger welled up at the thought of him doing that to our daughter. Then it hit me…how can I throw stones while living in the same glass house? Legally, in this state and with permission of both parents, along with her consent sex is not illegal and like the agreement I signed, the only one culpable in regards to Ken and Kellie would be Ken…she had him by the short hairs, so to speak…even if it looked like he did not have any.
Due to my seething and the combination of self-loathing did not realize they were all staring at me.
Kyle gave my butt a nudge with his foot and then said, “Your turn…time to tell all”.
I turned my head towards him; he just nodded in away that precipitated me to stand up.
Tried to quickly think of a way to diminish what I was about to reveal…then thought back about ten years when I sought out a support group for my addiction. An addiction to sex that was overwhelming, the support group was patterned after AA. You need to reveal all, that is how it works, and it is the only way.
I stood up…in center stage of my family. No need to identify myself, just what I am.
“I am owned by my son Kyle,” I confessed as the Kimono dropped to the floor, “I am his whore or what ever else he wants of me. He can do with me as he pleases. As of right now, his seed has fertilized what he owns and I will do my best to make sure his property is taken care of.”
There…I did it. I saw Ken’s head move slightly, but Kellie yanked the leash, his head went back to the floor.
Both Kayla and Kellie were looking at me with satisfying smiles…both looked intently had the tattoo under my belly button and seemed to nod in approval.
Kyle’s hand slid between my legs from behind, I opened my stance.
His fingers, slid through slit of my vagina, then flicked the ring piercing the clit. I held back the jerk it caused the best I could…Both Kayla and Kellie opened their eyes wide and covered their mouths as if they just saw a present opened in front of them.
The show was over…the order of arrangements and new rules came next.
Kyle would be taking over the master bedroom; he would allow me to share it if he felt like it. Otherwise, the guest room was where I was to be. All normal chores of the household would still be our individual responsibilities and outside the house we were to act as if everything is still normal. Unless…discipline is required to put us back in our place.
Kellie said that she had a special place for her Dad, since he was a sneaky dog for all these years…he can sleep with them. On the floor in the laundry room…she would get another large dog bed and our two shorthaired Shepard’s, Sam and Charlie, were to be taken care of by him.
Kayla then handed Kellie what looked like a Mason’s jar filled with amber tinted liquid with two white appearing nodes with strings floating in it.
Kellie immediately became animated, “Oh my GOD! They aren’t…are they?”
“Yes!”, he will never need them again anyway,” and then she added, “They are lovely, are they not?”
Again…the realization of what they were and the reactions of my kids hit me like a brick.
They are testes…could not stop myself from trying to see between Ken’s legs…but his knees were together and I was behind him.
Quickly looked at Kyle…waiting his direction…yes…I have completely succumbed.
Kyle looked towards Kayla and nodded.
“Dad, roll over on your back and spread your legs”, Kayla ordered.
Ken rolled over…his soft penis flopped on his lower abdomen…where his testicles were supposed to be, there was just a couple of globs of wrinkled skin…his balls were no longer filled.
“Wow, Kayla…good work.”
“Thanks Kyle, kind of looking forward to what I do with him next, even if it does not work out…it will be an improvement”. Kayla said in a reflective tone.
Kayla looked at me and smiled, “Bet you are thinking what is in this for me, aren’t you?”
I looked at Kyle.
“Kayla can have whatever she wants…she is the mastermind…by the way, Kayla goes both ways…so, if…well she can do to you what she wants and I expect you to follow her direction.”
So….this will be our life from now on…no way to deny it.