Son is the master of his mother Part 1

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Son is the master of his mother Part 1CHAPTER 1: Strayed, Caught and Blackmailed (MF, mF, inc, blackmail,exhib)Marjory B—, or Marge as she is known to many of her intimates, isa 35 year old mother of two teens, Greg who is nearly 17, and 15year old Pam. They and her husband Roy had moved into a fairly up-market suburban area about two years ago, when Roy’s IT businessstarted to take off, and just recently into an even larger and moreprestigious home.Roy is about 45. Marge and Roy had married before she turned 18,as a result of her pregnancy with Greg. Her strict church-goingparents had not been enthusiastic about her going out with Roy(then already 28), and were horrified when she fell pregnant (as aresult of a burst condom at a critical time). But they acceptedthe situation in good grace.Twenty months after Greg was born, along came Pam as well, just afew days after Marge’s 20th birthday. As they felt they could notafford more c***dren at that time, she had an IUD fitted. Thiseventually caused problems, and around the same time that they hadrelocated, Marge went on to the pill.In spite of being a teenage mother, Marge managed to complete acourse in dress design, and was able largely to work from homecreating items for a very exclusive boutique, where sheoccasionally served over weekends. This helped to boost theirincome while Roy’s business was still developing, while stillallowing her to be at home for the c***dren most of the time.Marge is now 6 months pregnant. Her socialite friends in theneighbourhood are thrilled for her, although they giggle about thegap between the new baby and her older k**s. How the localgossipers would relish the truth if they got wind of it!! For Margecannot be sure of who the father of her baby is. In fact, thetruth might well come out eventually, as there is an odds-on chanceat her baby will be much too chocolate-coloured to be consistentwith their white Anglo-Saxon family backgrounds.This is the story of how this situation came to be, as told byMarjory in her own words…………………. Marjory’s story ……………….As the c***dren became less dependent upon me, I found that my sexdrive increased enormously. Unfortunately, Roy was increasinglycaught up in his work in the IT company, and spent quite largeamounts of time away from home. When he returned, he was oftentired and stressed, so that I had little relief, and seemed to behorny all the time. I masturbated many times a day, and fantasizedabout increasingly bizarre affairs.The start of the change from fantasy to reality was about two yearsago, when we moved to the larger suburban house. It had a largeback garden that was secluded on three sides, but the fence betweenus and the neighbour on one side was a little rickety, andcompletely open at one or two points. This neighbour was a singleGerman guy, Kurt, who was about five years younger than myself, andseemed to be at home a lot of the time. He directed TV adverts,and had periods when he worked night and day for a week or more;but then seemed to do nothing perhaps for a couple of weeks. Hewas an absolute dish: tall, blonde and athletic, with a bit of anarrogant air about him. I soon noticed that he had an array ofgirls spending time with him, and from what I could hear across thefence, he really had them all at his beck and call.It was not long before we were chatting across the broken fence. It was early spring when we moved in. He had a private swimmingpool, and as the weather warmed up (quite early in our part of theworld), much of the time Kurt was dressed in no more than a briefswimsuit which showed clearly that he was very well-endowed. Soon, my fantasies revolved around Kurt, and as I masturbated Iimagined him ordering me to suck his cock, or forcing himself onme. Like a schoolgirl, I started wearing flimsy clothes in theback garden, often with no bra (something I didn’t often do, as mytits are a definite C-cup size with large nipples that hardenrather easily) and with strategic buttons popped open. I got quitewet when I noticed him looking at my tits!Shortly before the c***dren finished school for their summervacation, I was working one still warm morning in the back garden. I could see Kurt cleaning his pool, and we waved to each other. After an hour or so, he called across to me, to ask whether I’dlike to share a drink with him. I slipped through the fence andjoined him, and we reclined on two loungers, sipping ice cold fruitjuices. I made some remark about how inviting the pool looked, towhich he responded: “Well, feel free to have a dip”. I said Iwould slip to get my swimsuit, but he said: “Why bother? We’requite private here; we can skinny dip”. I tried to argue, but hisforcefulness soon overcame my inhibitions, and a few minutes laterwe were splashing around naked in his pool. Before long, he had hisarms around me from the back, and had placed his hands on mybreasts. I could feel the nipples hardening as he leant over andstarted kissing me. His stiff cock was pressing against mybuttocks. I tried to struggle, telling him that I was a marriedwoman, that someone would see us, etc.; but he ignored my protestsalmost disdainfully.I hardly noticed as he lifted me out of the pool, and lay me on oneof the loungers, with my feet on either side, leaving my womanhoodgaping open. He dropped between my legs, and moved up to startsucking on my nipples which were now rock-hard. At the same time,he pushed two fingers up my pussy, as his thumb rubbed on my clit. I still moaned “No …. No …. No”, but my quickly juicing vaginabetrayed me totally, and almost uncontrollably I thrusted my pelvisagainst his hand, trying to get more of it into me. His lips movedup my breast across my neck and to my lips, where I welcomed himopen-mouthed. His tongue entered my mouth at the same time as hisrigid prick penetrated my vagina. It felt so delightfully full, hewas obviously much thicker than Roy; and longer as well! I couldfeel the head rubbing the entrance to my cervix in a way I neverfelt with Roy. I was in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasmicclimaxes swept over me. Kurt seemed to go on for ever, although itcouldn’t have been much more than 5 or 8 minutes before he spasmedand pumped me full of his sperm.For a while I lay in post-coital bliss, but then suddenly becameaware of what I had done; the first time I had been unfaithful tomy husband, who had also been my only lover up to that moment. “OhGod, what have we done; what have you done to me?” I wailed indismay, as I pushed him off of me. I grabbed my clothes, and ranfor the fence. I heard his voice almost mockingly calling afterme: “Why are you going so soon? Is it something I said? Come swimagain soon!”.I was almost in tears when I ran into our house, I was so ashamedof what I had done. How could I face Kurt or Roy or my k**s again? But in between it all, I could also not erase the memory of thoseexquisite sensations as he had filled me with his cock. Well, I managed to shower and to clean myself up, and was morecomposed when Greg and Pam returned from school. They asked me whyI was so quiet, but I don’t think I otherwise gave anything away. That night, I initiated love-making with Roy, initially to assuagemy guilt feelings, but was almost surprised when I came stronglyagain.For the next few days I avoided the garden and seeing Kurt,although I could not get the memory and feeling of our freneticfucking in the open air out of my mind. On the next Monday morningat about 10am, some time after the rest of the family had left,there was a ring on our doorbell. When I opened it, there was Kurtleaning on the wall, with that mocking smile of his. He wasdressed in t-shirt and shorts, and I could clearly see the outlineof at least a semi-erection in his shorts. “I thought you’d bejust the person to lend me a cup of sugar” he smirked, holding outa mug. Before I could even think of a response, he walked inthrough the door, closed it, took me in his arms and kissed me. Ipushed back to no avail, but then against my better judgementrelaxed and began returning the kiss. His hands found the zip atthe back of my summer dress, and within seconds that was lying in aheap at my feet as he unclasped by bra which quickly joined mydress on the floor. Kurt threw me effortlessly over his shoulder,carrying me wearing only my panties to find our bedroom. I beat myfists on his backs, crying out for him to put me down. He ignoredmy cries, and in truth I was becoming quite turned on by this near-**** scene.He found the room, and dropped me on the bed, immediately crawlingup between my legs. He pulled a knife from his pocket, and simplycut through the elastic of my panties before tearing them off. Hishead dipped into my crotch and I felt his tongue running up anddown my pussy lips, every now and then teasing my clit with a quickflick. Gradually his tongue went deeper and deeper, and after awhile he sucked on my clit each time his tongue reached the upperend of my crack. I went wild. I could not control myself. Mylegs thrashed about, I played with my nipples, and I screamed as Ihad never done before. Roy had never done more than plant a coupleof kisses on my vaginal lips, in spite of my urging him to do more,so this was a new experience for me. In the meantime, and withoutbreaking his licking and sucking, Kurt had stripped off hisclothes. He then swung himself round with his legs pointed to thehead of the bed. His straining cock was level with my afyon escort face, and Ibrought my hands up to caress his genitals. I had not previouslyseen them very closely. Now I found that I couldn’t close my handaround it; and when I clasped both hands one above the other aroundit (like holding a baseball bat), the entire head part stillstretched beyond my fists. His hairy balls were equally massive. Tentatively I sucked the head of his shaft into my lips.At this point, Kurt rolled over on to his back, dragging me withhim, so that my legs still straddled his face. Now his tonguecould probe even deeper! With one hand, he pressed gently on theback of my head, forcing me to take more and more of his cock intomy mouth. I felt the tip against the back of my throat and nearlygagged, but an almost automatic swallowing reflex occurred, and thenext moment his cock was right down my throat and my lips were onthe base of his shaft. Kurt really began fucking my face at thatpoint, thrusting so hard that it hurt a bit. But at the same timehe alternated between tongue-fucking me and sucking on my clit,while he inserted first one and then two fingers up my anus. I wentabsolutely wild as orgasm after orgasm seemed to hit me. I suckedand licked on his prick, and kept up a swallowing action on its tipdown my throat. As I hit the largest climax of all, I was aware ofhis groaning and the feel of his cum shooting down my throat. Gradually we relaxed and slowly fell apart.Kurt turned himself round so that we lay on our sides facing eachother, and we gently started kissing again. Within 15 minutes thishad progressed to heavy french-kissing again, and I could feel hisshaft rock-hard against my thigh. I allowed my legs to fall wideopen, and I pulled him across to lie on top of me. His cockslipped instantly right up to the hilt in my juicy hole. I raisedmy legs up; he slipped his arms under them, and lifted my calves torest on his shoulders, as he started to fuck me in real earnest. My God! I had never had my vagina feeling so full, and I couldfeel him penetrating right into my uterus. I thought he would popout the other side! I went absolutely berserk, as I had never inmy life done before. I heard myself screaming; I beat my legs onhis shoulders, and thrust harder against him trying to suck him inalmost as the reverse of the birth process. I came and came asnever before, and when he finally pumped his load into me, I almostpassed out.When we ultimately recovered from our passion, Kurt pulled me to mefeet and drew me into the shower, where we tenderly washed eachother. Then, completely naked, we went downstairs to the kitchen. I half-heartedly protested that someone might come and catch us,but Kurt simply laughed and said “let them!”. He got me to make upeggs, bacon and coffee, and we enjoyed a breakfast sitting stilltotally naked in the living room. A little later, we opened abottle of wine which we polished off (but I think that I ended uphaving a lot more than half … a pattern that would often berepeated in the next months). I became a little drowsy, and sleptfor a while, resting my head on his naked thighs.I awoke to the feel of Kurt’ fingers gently rubbing my clit. Iglanced at the clock, and started worrying that one of the k**smight return early from school, as it was already after 1pm. Butthat didn’t seem to worry Kurt, and he ended up fucking me frombehind as I leaned over the arm of a chair. Shortly after that,however, he grabbed his clothes and went out the back way to hishouse, and I had time to clean up and get properly dressed beforeGreg and Pam returned from school……………………………………………………..This set the scene for the next six months or so. Kurt took meentirely for granted as his cum-dump for whenever he felt the need(and had no other girlfriends visiting). Within a week , he hadoffered to let our family have unrestricted use of his swimmingpool, and also offered to help with remodelling of our garden. Roy, in fact, helped him clear a convenient path through the fencebetween our properties. Very soon none of the family seemed toconsider it strange to find Kurt in the house when they returnedfrom school, friends or office, perhaps enjoying a cold drink. Kurt insisted that I leave our backdoor unlocked at all times, sothat he could walk in and fuck me at his convenience. I would beworking somewhere in the house, and would suddenly feel his handson my tits or pulling my panties down, and the next moment he wouldbe pumping away into me from behind, a position he seemed to enjoy. I was in a continual state of sexual arousal, so that I would comealmost immediately, even when caught unexpectedly.At times I felt I should not let myself be used in this way, butthe problem was that I found myself increasingly turned on by beinghis sex-object, and even came to resent the times when he had othergirl friends around (during which time I needed to relieve myselfby hand, or by making use of the dildo and vibrator which Kurt gaveme … as he also liked to watch me playing with myself). Kurtalso seemed to be particularly turned on by fucking me in positionsor times where there was a risk of being caught! Many was the timethat he would appear in the house not long before the c***dren wereto return from school, and would have me on the couch in the livingroom, or even in my bedroom, blouse open, skirt up round my waits,bra and panties off as he fucked me, knowing full well that in mystate of arousal I was incapable of fucking quietly! On a fewoccasions, his cock was still buried up my cunt when we’d hear thefront-door opening. At such times, I would end up greeting thec***dren and preparing snacks, not wearing bra or panties and fullyconscious of Kurt’s cum leaking out of my pussy. I had a strongsuspicion that Greg at least was aware of my braless state. Evenwhen others were in the house, Kurt was not scared to slip a handinto my blouse or under my skirt to cop a quick feel.Twice over the six or seven months after the start of our affair,Kurt spent the entire night in my bed. On both occasions, Roy wasaway on business, while the k**s were having sleep-overs withfriends. On these occasions, Kurt brought over some of hisextensive selection of XXX-rated movies, which we played on the VCRin our bedroom. He would also bring a pack of wine-coolers, whichwe consumed with gusto; afterwards, I realized that Kurt encouragedme to consume much more than he did, so that I was usually prettysloshed before too long. We lay naked on my marriage bed as wewatched. I had never thought I would get so turned on by porn, butI was! The combination of Kurt’s caresses, the sights and soundsof other couples fucking, and the sheer thrill of the danger ofbeing caught in flagrante turned me on beyond belief. I justwanted to fuck continuously, and well nigh wore even Kurt out! While waiting for him to recover, I would use the dildo andvibrator to bring myself to orgasm after orgasm. I found myselfbeing turned on particularly by movies showing women entertainingmultiple partners, and even of gang-bangs. As I masturbated, Ifantasized about numbers of men queueing up to pork me.It seemed only a matter of time before we would get caught, as Kurtwould often stay in my bed until hardly minutes before one or otherof Greg or Pam were due home. And, indeed, it was on the thirdoccasion on which Roy and both c***dren were away for the night,that we were well and truly caught by Greg…………………………………………..This occurred a little over 6 months after I had started fuckingKurt. He had received a business offer that he could not refuse,and within a few weeks he was ready to move to another city. I hadmixed feelings. On the one hand, I was still often racked withguilt, and felt that this perhaps would break my addiction toillicit sex. But on the other hand, I had to admit that I hadbecome dependent on continual sexual stimulation which could not beentirely satisfied by artificial cocks!On the weekend before Kurt was due to leave, Roy was again away,while Pam was going with a friend’s family on a camping trip fromFriday to Sunday. I suspect that I was a little too eager tosuggest that Greg might like to spend Friday night with friends, ashe looked at me a little strangely before agreeing that it may be agood idea.Before getting to that last night with Kurt, I need to describesomething of what had been happening with Greg and Pam over theprevious year or two. Pam had just turned 14 by this time. She had entered puberty quiteyoung, and by the time she turned 12 she had already developed aquite substantial pair of tits rivalling mine, and was regularlymenstruating. She was by that time already quite boy-mad, althoughto her frustration boys of her own age were still largelyuninterested. As a result she started dating boys a bit older, andjudging from her flushed look when she had been with them, she wasgetting quite deeply involved. About two months before her 14thbirthday, she had shown up with Jon, a motor-bike enthusiast ofabout 17. I should have been worried, and put my foot down, but Iwas so entangled in my own affair with Kurt that I took no action,even when she went on quite long outings with Jon and a number ofhis biking mates.From about the time Greg had turned 14, he had become increasinglycocky and arrogant. He also took to sleeping in the nude, and whenRoy was not around often swaggered ağrı escort between bedroom and bathroomcompletely naked. More often than not, he sported quite asubstantial hard-on, which he made no effort to hide. Pam told himhe was disgusting, and I made various feeble protests, but these heignored. I think he saw how Kurt treated his girlfriends, andstarted to emulate this attitude. Over the few months before theevents I shall now be describing, Greg had taken to deliberatelybrushing himself against Pam and myself. At times he would hug mefrom behind, and I would definitely feel his boner pressing againstmy arse cheeks. At other times, he managed to press his armagainst my tits semi-accidentally, and would rub against them. Iknew that I should take some action, but in truth I found it just alittle exciting that my own son could find me attractive,especially given my own heightened sexuality at this time.In any case, that last Friday night came round. Pam was picked upby the parents of the friend she was spending the weekend with. Greg took a small backpack with his goods, and headed out afterkissing me goodbye while squashing himself against my tits. He puthis arms round me as well, and I’m sure he noticed that I was notwearing a bra. I hoped he didn’t realize that I was withoutpanties as well.They were hardly gone before Kurt appeared through the back door,complete with videos and wine coolers. He slipped his hands undermy skirt and found my bare arse. In one swift movement, he had thedress over my head and on the floor, leaving me totally nakedexcept for high-heeled sandals and a gold chain round my waist.While kissing me fiercely, he pushed me back into our sitting roomand against our sofa on to which I collapsed, my legs falling wideopen. In an instant, he had his own trousers off and fell on topof me, his cock immediately finding its mark and penetrating deepinto my vagina. I started cumming almost instantly, and I thrustmy pelvis hard back against him. He pulled my legs back over hisshoulders and I could feel the tip of his penis caressing theentrance to my womb. I knew this was crazy; one of the c***drenmight return any moment to pick up something they had forgotten,but I couldn’t care. I grabbed my hands round Kurt’s arse-cheeks,and pulled him more tightly into me. It was only minutes before Icould feel his warm spunk filling my womb, and I milked his cockwith my vaginal muscles for as long as I could. But I couldn’thold on to his slippery cock for ever, and a few minutes later asour breathing started to return to normal it slipped out with agentle ‘plop’.”Wow”, I gasped, “that was quick but fantastic!”. Kurt offered meone of the wine coolers which I swallowed back almost withoutbreak, before taking another. The result was that I was alreadyquite tipsy when Kurt carried me up to the bedroom, and dropped meon the bed while he inserted the first video in the player. Itturned out to be a mild bondage video, showing a woman of roughlymy age being bound up in various ways as three somewhat youngerguys ****d her repeatedly. I must have downed a third cooler whilewatching this movie, as I began feeling hotter and hotter. By thetime the movie came to an end, I was sucking ferociously on Kurt’scock as I rubbed my own clittie in desperation. Kurt lay back andlaughed at me. “That really turned you on, you little pervert! Let me get you more into it.” With that he produced some ropes andhandcuffs out of a bag he had with him. As I giggled in myslightly sloshed state, he handcuffed my wrists together above myhead. He then attached a rope to it which he looped around the onebedpost, but allowing some slack (so that I could move my handstogether to the bedside table and help myself to another coolerwhich stood there). As I drank, he attached both of my anklesrather more tightly to each of the posts at the bottom of the bed,leaving me spreadeagled with my legs wide open. He then threw thekey of the handcuffs to the other side of the room leaving me athis mercy.This turned me on so much that I could feel my pussy juices leakingout. I wanted to rub myself, but of course couldn’t. Kurtinserted the next movie, and joined me on the bed. He teased mesucking gently on my nipples, and gently rubbing his finger up mycrack. I was going almost berserk as he brought me to the edge oforgasm without letting me cum fully. I screamed “you bastard, putit in me … fuck me …”. Then slowly he relented, by suckingharder and longer on my tit while starting to finger fuck me morevigorously. I was on the point of coming when …. FLASH!!! …. Kurt pulled back and I looked up to see Greg holding his newdigital camera which his father had bought for him a few weeksearlier, and with a broad wicked grin on his face. FLASH … asecond picture of me lying with my legs wide open. “Oh my God”,cried Kurt. He grabbed his clothes and rushed out, leaving me onmy own with my fifteen year old son and his camera.I called to Kurt to untie me before he went, but he was gone. Istruggled in vain against my bonds. “Please untie me”, I pleadedwith Greg, but he just grinned, and to my horror started takingmore photographs of me. “No way”, he added; “I rather like seeingmy sexy mother in all her glory”. He then sat down next to me andbegan watching the movie still playing on the screen as he restedone hand on my thigh, gently stroking along the inside, edging evernearer to my pussy lips. “No, turn off the VCR”, I cried, “themovie is for adults only”. “Oh dear”, he replied with a wickedgrin, “you mean it’s OK for me to see my mommy fucking theneighbour, but that seeing it on the screen will corrupt me … thetrouble is, I think I’m already corrupted”. I stretched across to grab another wine cooler from the side of thebed, and downed it to soothe the dryness in my mouth. This was abad idea, as I was already somewhat tipsy, and I spilt some of theliquid, which Greg managed to capture on yet another camera shot. At that point, he saw my vibrator lying on the bedside table, whichhe picked up an inserted into my cunt, turning it on. Theinevitable happened; against my conscious will I started to come… more photographs! Then, to my further horror, I realized that Greg was shedding hisclothes, and I stared in fascination at his quite substantial hard-on sticking proudly out. He kneeled on the bed next to my head,which he grabbed and pulled towards my cock. “No … No”, Iscreamed again, “I’m your mother ….”. But even as my mind toldme this was evil, my body was reacting to the situation I was in,and I opened my mouth almost instinctively to swallow his rampantorgan. I was already so used to deep-throating Kurt that Inaturally moved my throat into position to accept the full lengthof his cock, as my nose pushed hard against his pubic hair. Onlydimly now did I become aware of more flashes as the camera wentoff. I did become aware of his spasmodic jerking as he shot cumdown my throat. Greg pulled out of my mouth, and crawled down my body, pausing tosuckle on the teats he had fed from as a baby. I had enjoyed thesensation even then, but now this was driving me to the edge oforgasm. His lips went lower, across my belly and down into mycrotch, where he ran his tongue up an down my nether lips, pausingsometimes to suck on my clit. I thrashed around on the bed, nolonger caring that this was my teenage son, it was a man, and Ineeded a man. By now his manhood was at full attention again, andas if from a far distance I watched as he knelt between my splayedlegs and positioned his cock at my hole. Slowly, slowly I felt itpenetrate, and before belong he was thrusting deep into the samehole out of which he had come nearly 16 years earlier. Once againthere were flashes, as he took further pictures of his penissliding in and out of my vagina, but I was beyond caring. I thrustback at him as the first of my orgasms swept over me. It seemed togo on forever. I must have screamed the place down. Then, with aseries of grunts, Greg pumped his seed deep into my womb.I must have passed out around then, as result of the alcohol andorgasmic pleasures. When I awoke again, the house was dark andquiet, and I had been untied. I just rolled over and went back tosleep.When I awoke again, it was morning. Gradually my befuddled mindcleared, and in horror I started to recall the events of theprevious night. Was it a bad dream? Unfortunately, no! Istaggered out of bed and slipped on a robe, and went to find Greg. I heard him in his room, and as his door was open, I went in. Hewas sitting at his computer. I gasped in horror, as I saw on thescreen a photograph of my self sucking an anonymous cock, a look ofdepraved pleasure on my face. Greg heard, and turned around with awicked grin. Idly, he started hitting keys, and one by one,pornographic images of myself, clearly recognizable, appeared onthe screen.”Please, Greg, you must delete those now, before anyone finds themon your computer”, I cried. “I’ll do anything you want, but youmust get rid of them”. He leaned back and smiled. For the firsttime, I noticed that he was naked, with a massive erection stickingup, which he slowly stroked. “Well”, he grinned evilly at me, “I could delete them. I supposeyou are capable of deleting them while I’m not around. But let mewarn you that I have backed up all these pictures on to twoseparate password-protected internet back-up services. So asregards doing anything I want, you had better escort bayan keep to that promise. You wouldn’t want me to get cross and to post these to an openinternet site, perhaps e-mailing the address to some of yourfriends or to Dad!”I stared at him in horror, with a cold feeling in my stomach. “Youwouldn’t, would you”, I gasped out.”Try me”, he grinned again.”Wh .. Wh .. What do you want of me” I stammered out.”I’ll need to think my demands through”, Greg said pensively. Butas a start, why don’t you go and get me some breakfast before youleave for the boutique”. (It being Saturday, I was going there fora few hours.)That sounded easy, so I turned to go. But his voice stopped me.”My first demand is that while we are alone at home you will remainnaked at all times, so take off that robe before you go downstairs”he stated in a calm voice.”No …”, I started to say. He turned to his computer screen withthe words “well let’s see where we can post these”. Almost intears, I slipped the robe off in front of him, dropped it in myroom, and went downstairs to get his breakfast. A few minutes later, Greg appeared, equally naked, and sat down forme to serve him with the bacon, eggs and toast I had prepared. “Why don’t you suck me off while I eat”, he suggested. I paused,saw his expression, and resignedly crawled under the table to dohis bidding. Once I started, however, I found myself being turnedon by this degraded position, just as I was with Kurt. I rubbed myclit with one hand as I massaged his dong with the other, suckingit ever more deeply into my mouth. Before long I was deep-throating him.”Jeez, mom, that’s fucking way out … you really are a fantasticcock-sucker” he screamed as he thrust himself hard into my face. Before long, I could feel his jism spurting into my throat, and Iwas almost sorry that it was so quickly over.”Do you have a dildo as well as a vibrator?” he asked as heregained his breath. Reddening, I said yes. “Go fetch it, and alsopick up the camera in my room”, Greg ordered.”No please, no more pictures”, I pleaded.”It’s that or I post what I have!” was his unsympathetic reply. SoI did what I was told.Greg directed me to sit on the kitchen table, and to work myself toan orgasm with the dildo as he shot off further pictures. Onceagain, once I got going I became increasingly aroused and was soonwrithing around in genuine orgasm, hardly noticing him taking hispictures.When I came back to earth, I realized that I was late, and wouldneed to get going for my shift at the boutique. I told Greg, towhich he replied: “Well, OK, you had better get going. But mysecond demand is that when you are not naked with me, you will nolonger wear any underwear. And only short skirts, definitely nopants at any time. Let’s go check your wardrobe for somethingsuitable”.I tried to protest, but to no avail; it was that or have him postmy pictures. Strangely perhaps, I worried more about going bralessthan pantieless. It’s not that my breasts are all that large; theydon’t really droop that much without support. But I have huge anddark aureolae that I was always a little embarrassed about. Andwhat’s worse, any stimulation or a bit of cold weather, and theyseem to me to stand out like little penises. But, fifteen minutes later I was on my way to the boutique, wearinga thin knitted top that definitely showed my nipples if you lookedcarefully, and a short white skirt that was almost halfway up mythigh. And of course, no bra or panties. I had to move verycarefully that day, and even so I noticed the men who came into thestore eyeing me very intently.At 4.00pm my shift was over, and Greg met me at the door. Heslipped his hand under my skirt to check that I was obeyinginstructions, and then told me that we were going shopping. Firstly, he wanted me to buy a couple of pairs of really high-heeled pumps which I was to wear at home when we were alone, and atother special times he would nominate. We were to try a fewstores. If a woman assistant asked if I needed help, I would say Iwas just looking around. We would keep trying stores until a manoffered to help. I would then ask to see three or four pairs, andwould sit to try them on until I had selected two pairs.It was only at the fourth shop, when a young guy of about 19 askedif he could help, and so I went into my routine as Greg watchedfrom the side. Although I tried to be discreet, I am sure that theyoung man had glimpses all the way up to my pussy; he was certainlyVERY attentive. I could hardly look at him, and I felt my faceblood-red, but at the same time my pussy was juicing up and Ilonged to rub myself for relief.After leaving the shoe store, we went to my car, and Greginstructed me to drive to a nearby sex-shop. He told me to put onone of my new pairs of shoes. He then instructed me to go into thestore and to purchase the largest dildo they had and two fuckvideos, preferably with a mother-son i****t theme. The guy behindthe counter leered at me as I made the purchases, and yet again myface was beetroot-red but my pussy soaking wet.Back home, I put my purchases away in a safe place and moved to thekitchen to get something to eat. Quietly, Greg said: “Aren’t youforgetting something?”. Oh hell, I was supposed to strip again,and to put on the high-heeled shoes. “But what if someone comes to visit us?” I wailed to Greg.”OK”, he replied, “I’ll cut you some slack. You can hang thatbeach wrap of yours at the front door, and if someone comes you canslip it on”.Now this wrap was normally worn over my swimsuit. It buttoned upthe front, and the hem was well above mid thigh. Furthermore itrather tended to flap open below the bottom button which was onlyan inch or two below my crotch. It also showed substantial cleavageat the top. But still, it was better than nothing. So I went tomy room, stripped, and brought down the wrap to hang behind thedoor.”But”, Greg went on, “in return for this slack, you must answer thedoor if anyone comes. In fact, to test out your willingness toobey, I have ordered a pizza for our supper. When the delivery boycomes, invite him right inside while you look for your purse to payhim”.By now, I was totally in Greg’s control, and I did as I was toldwithout murmur. When the delivery boy came, it turned out to beSean, one of Greg’s school friends who was about a year older thanhim. When I opened the door, Sean’s mouth dropped and he triedhard but unsuccessfully not to stare. I asked him in, and Gregkept him talking for some while, during which I felt the boy’s eyesburning on me. Although he tried to hide it, the bulge in Sean’spants was very evident. Once Sean had left, and I was naked once more, we had pizza andwine before sitting to watch the movies. Greg made me sit on thefloor between his legs as he sat on a chair. It was a stone-tiledfloor, but he allowed me to get an old blanket so that I did nothave to sit on the cold floor. Greg had me insert the new dildo deep into my cunt as we sat there. He made me fuck myself with it from time to time; for the rest Ihad just to leave it inserted. His hands played with my tits, andevery now and then he pulled my face into his crotch to suck him. Before the first movie was over, he had come for the first time. He shot his sperm all over my face and tits, and made me rub it in. He would not allow me to go to the bathroom to clean up.In fact he would not allow me to go to the bathroom at all, for anyreason. Even when I pleaded to go for a desperately needed piss,he would not let me up. In fact, he ran his hands down my frontand started to put pressure on my bladder. I groaned … I wriggled… I begged, but he would not give in. Eventually the inevitablehappened, and to my huge embarrassment, I started to pee on thefloor (well on the blanket I was sitting on). Even then, he keptme sitting there in my piss, until we had watched both movies rightthrough. By that time, I had peed again twice, and he had shotanother load over my shoulders which he made me rub into my tits aswell.Eventually, when both movies were finished, Greg got up andstretched. “Go dump that blanket in the laundry, and get yourselfshowered before you come to bed”, he ordered. I did as I was told,and by the time I got to my bedroom, he was in my bed, lying on hisback stroking a huge erection. “Come, ride me, you slut!”I knew that I no longer had control. I sat astride my son, andwith my hands guided his rampant organ up my gaping hole. Thecombination of the sex movies, the stimulation of the dildo up mypussy and of Greg’s hands on me, and the turn-on caused by myhumiliation in front of him for the past few hours, had medesperate for the relief of a full climax. I rode him like a womanpossessed, masturbating myself on his cock as I rubbed my clit. Helay there passively smiling, but reached up to start pulling on mynipples. I went berserk! I screamed and bounced wildly, callingirrationally for him to “give momma your seed … fill my womb …Oh I wish I weren’t on the pill … I want your baby”. Oh theblessed relief as I climaxed more than once before feeling Gregletting fly with his sperm.As our passion subsided, I dropped down to lie next to Greg. Heturned off the bedside lights and I must have been instantlyasleep.I awoke the next morning to feeling of Greg’s hard-on pressing inbetween my arse-cheeks. With a sigh, I opened my legs to allow himaccess. Eagerly, his young cock pushed deep into my cavity as hetook me from behind. His one hand played with my tits and twistedmy nipples as he thrust with an ever-increasing tempo. I was stillhalf-asleep as I felt his warm sperm spray into me. There was nomore any doubt: I was Greg’s sex toy; his cum-dump whenever hewanted. And I was satisfied with this situation.

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