Chapter 01.2

Taryn panicked as the cock slid down her throat one last time, she had never swallowed a man's cum before. She had only sucked on her husbands cock a few times and even then finished him off in a tissue. Now, not only was she going to have him cum in her mouth but down her throat! She wouldn't even have the option to spit it out afterwards. She barely had the time to think these thoughts when the head that was now lodged down her throat swelled up. She felt a blast of something warm hit the back of her throat and her first instinct was to swallow. This brought a moan of pleasure from Owen as the action served to "milk" his cock and prolong his orgasm. Spurt after spurt of cum shot down Taryn's throat and she kept swallowing until finally the spurting subsided all together. Just as suddenly as it started the pain on the sides of her head stopped as Owen let go of her head.

Slowly Taryn pulled herself off of him and the cock finally slipped past her lips. When she looked at it once more she smiled to herself at its beauty. Instinctively she reached out with her tongue and began to lick it clean. For the next moment she licked every last inch of the cock she loved until it was shiny, clean and hard once more. Finally she looked up into Owen's eyes but she didn't see her son anymore, she saw a powerful man, a man she had to obey, despite her better judgment.

"Ah, that was good! You must keep dad a very happy man indeed if you suck his cock like that!" Owen said with a satisfied smile as he leaned back against the door.

"I never take him that far into mouth, and I never let him cum in my mouth," Taryn replied meekly, looking down at the floor.

"Really? I find that hard to believe, you seemed to know what you were doing," Owen said with a slightly surprised tone of voice.

"I guess I was just waiting for a man to show me how to do it right," Taryn said as she looked up into Owen's eyes with a smoldering look in her eyes.

What did she just say? What was going on? Why did she feel the compelling need to submit to this man, to submit to her son? Why did that thought alone bring an extra twinge to her pussy everytime she thought it. Her son, she had just sucked off her son, there it was again. She, Taryn Thompson, wife of Richard Thompson the successful lawyer, mother of two, had just sucked off her son and swallowed his cum. What's more . . . she loved it! She didn't know what was happening to her but felt powerless to stop herself. Owen's sharp tone of voice brought her out of her private thoughts.

"I said, stand up!" Owen said in a demanding tone of voice.

Taryn stood up immediately; at that same instant her knees started to scream in pain. The tile floor had not been kind to her knees and she rubbed them for a moment. She looked into Owen's eyes and wondered what was going to happen next. She feared that he may take things too far, another part of her feared that he wouldn't. Most of her wanted this madness to stop, but part of her needed it to continue. It was like a drug that once she got her first taste, it only left her wanting more. She glanced down at the cock that she had just sucked and knew that she wanted to feel that thing buried in her hot, wet pussy.

"Open your blouse," Owen demanded and looked down at Taryn's breasts.

Taryn shook with fear, she didn't move and only tensed up. She didn't hear him say that did she? He didn't just order her to expose herself to him, did he? She looked at him with pleading in her eyes and meekly said, "no." Almost as soon as that word left her mouth did his hand leave his side, contacting her right cheek with an unexpected slap.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" Owen roared an inch from her face. "I said open your blouse and I mean NOW!" he said in an angry tone of voice. He glared at Taryn and that weak feeling returned to her with a vengeance.

With shaking hands Taryn reached up and started with the top button. One by one she unbuttoned her blouse, with each button her mind was screaming at her to stop. Part of her wanted to refuse and end this dangerous game that they were playing. Yet, for some unexplainable reason Taryn couldn't stop herself, try as she might she couldn't stop unbuttoning her blouse. She didn't want to reveal herself to her son, but yet she was. That was the strange thing; she was standing there in that dingy bathroom stall unbuttoning her blouse so she could show her son her breasts. She was doing this on his command; she was revealing herself simply because he ordered her to. She was under his spell and couldn't break free. When the last of the buttons were undone she pulled up the garment out of her jeans and pushed it all the way open, revealing her front to his hungry gaze.

"That bra fastens up in the front, doesn't it?" Owen asked with a cheeky smirk on his face.

"Yes," Taryn replied, and her stomach sank; she knew what was going to happen next.

"Good. Undo that bra and show me your tits," Owen said calmly and stood there glaring at her bra covered breasts.

Taryn felt like closing up her blouse and bursting past him, yet without hesitation her hands moved before she told them to. It took less than a moment for her to unfasten the front-clasping bra and let her sizable breasts spill free. Taryn was mortified to be standing there, effectively nude from the waist up in front of her son. The throbbing in her pussy and the excitement she felt about all of this pushed her onward. She looked down to the floor, too ashamed to see his reaction. How would he react to seeing his mother's breasts? Would he tell her how ugly and fat she was? She knew she didn't look like the girls his age, she knew her breasts weren't perky.

"Damn mom you're hot!" Owen said with conviction as he ogled his mothers breasts.

What did he say? In a flash Taryn looked up into Owen's eyes and intently scrutinized his face. The look on his face was not one of sarcasm or humor as she had expected but of wonder and lust! How could he look at his plump, forty-three year old mother and say she was hot? Taryn didn't understand it; she didn't look anything like the girls in fashion magazines. She knew she was a little on the plump side, her breasts sagged and had started to show their age. As she looked at his face she couldn't deny the fact that in his eyes at least, she was hot.

"Thank you," Taryn said, in a gratified tone of voice, a warm and thankful smile was on her face.

It was a strangely sensitive and touching moment in the middle of this bizarre scene. Richard, her husband, had long since told her she looked hot! Sure he would tell her she was beautiful now and again, but it never rang with the same desire as Owen had just used. For the first time in a long time she felt desired, wanted, sexy; alive!

"Nice tits," Owen said as he reached up and caressed her left breast.

Taryn's knees actually buckled and she almost collapsed at the shock and intense pleasure that his touch brought. For a moment Owen lightly caressed and stroked Taryn's breasts and it took all her concentration to remain standing or not moan. Openly and lazily the son caressed his mother's breasts, occasionally tweaking a nipple. Taryn was lost in the pleasure of the moment and reveled in the long missed sensation of a man playing with her breasts.

"Turn around and bend over," Owen said with a husky tone of voice.

That brought Taryn back to reality and those words stirred up the fear and anticipation inside her once again. Even though she was in conflict over this development, she obeyed, as now seemed to be second nature to her. This change in behavior also troubled Taryn. She didn't even think about whether or not she wanted to do it, Taryn simply did what Owen said, just because he told her to. It was that troubling thought that dominated her mind as she reached out and braced herself against the far wall, bending over, lewdly.

Owen looked at his mother bending over before him, with her blouse and bra hanging open. He paused to drink in the vision before him and he was shocked and surprised about all that she was doing, just because he said so. He knew that he could get her to do anything he wanted now. He knew just as she did, that he was going to fuck her. He also knew that she wanted him to, he could smell her excitement. The smell of her heated pussy fed his excitement and he deeply inhaled the smell. Now, Owen was even more obsessed with the power he held over her than before. Simply to fuck her was not enough, he wanted her to ask for it, no, beg for it. He wanted her to admit to him that he was in charge. He was going to make her his Slave.

"Drop your pants," Owen said in a calm and confident tone of voice.

Once again, with shaking hands, immediately Taryn unbuttoned her pants. In one swift motion dropped her pants and panties down to her ankles. She then resumed the bent over position that she was in before. Taryn couldn't believe that she was actually bent over a toilet, her breasts hanging free, her pants and panties around her ankles, waiting for her son to fuck her.

She felt his hand touch the small of her back and she knew this was the moment. She expected to feel his cock splitting her pussy-lips at any moment, but this did not happen. Instead that hand started to roam and wander over her naked ass. This hand was joined by another; Owen openly caressed and explored his mother's shapely rear end.

Taryn's inside melted under her son's touch, somehow he knew just how to touch her. Somehow he could bring her exquisite pleasure from the simplest touch. Yet Taryn was not going to give her son the satisfaction of moaning out in pleasure. She bit her lip and kept silent as pleasure shot through her body as her son's intimate caresses of her rump continued. When his hands brushed over her pussy, she couldn't stifle a moan, and it was long, low and loud moan at that.

"You like this don't you?" Owen asked expectantly, as he traced the outline of her pussy.

"Yes," Taryn said quietly, with a tear in her eye.

"Your son is playing with your pussy and you love it don't you?" Owen asked with a sneer in his voice as he continued to circle her pussy.

"Yes," Taryn said and let out a solitary sob, as another tear streamed down her cheek.

Taryn realized that she had even lost the power of speech; she couldn't even keep her mouth shut when he asked her something embarrassing. She needed to obey him; she needed to answer him. Taryn was crying because she knew that she was losing the battle over herself, she was losing herself to her son. She was becoming his; she knew that things would never be the same between them. Were they changing for the better or for the worse?

"You're standing there, bent over, are you expecting something?" Owen asked arrogantly, as he brushed his finger over Taryn's clit, causing her to shudder.

"Yes," Taryn moaned out with burning lust as she hung her head.

"What are you expecting? What do you want?" Owen asked as he dipped a finger into her wet pussy.

"You know what I want," Taryn snapped, and glared at him over her shoulder with tears and fire in her eyes.

"No. I don't. Tell me exactly what you what me to do," Owen said with a victorious smile on his face.

"Fuck me," Taryn sobbed out, in a bare whisper as she hung her head in shame.

"What was that? I didn't hear you," Owen said with a cheeky tone of voice as he moved his caressing to his mother's inner left thigh.

"FUCK ME! STICK THAT GORGOUS COCK OF YOURS IN ME AND FUCK ME!" Taryn shouted with an urgent tone of voice before she burst into tears.

The shame of what she had just admitted was too much for her. She had just admitted to her son and herself that she needed this fuck. It had been a very long time, if ever, that she had been this turned on. She needed to feel that hard cock pounding into her, now! She didn't care what she would have to do to get it, she needed it; she needed that cock, her son's cock. Taryn sobbed as she was mortified with herself for wanting to fuck her son.

"But do you deserve it?" Owen asked with a curious tone of voice as he traced his finger from her slick slit and up the crack of her ass.

"What? I've done everything you've said! I'm bent over and ready for it! I need your cock!" Taryn said in a moaning whine in amongst her open sobbing and tears. "FUCK ME DAMNIT FUCK ME! she shouted over her shoulder with a determined glare.

"You have been a good little girl, I'll give you that," Owen said with a chuckle as he slid his finger back down the crack of his mother's ass.

"Exactly! I've given you what you want now give me what I want! Fuck me!" Taryn pleaded as she tried valiantly to stop her crying that continued, unabated.

"Yes, I'm sure that you want me to fuck you, but is that what you really need?" Owen asked with an inquisitive, yet arrogant tone of voice. His finger now paused at his mother's asshole and circled it for a moment.

"You have your mother bent over, begging you to fuck her, begging her own son to fuck her! What more do you want?" Taryn asked with a shameful tone of voice as she hung her head and cried uncontrollably.

"It's not about what I want, but what you need . . . Slave," Owen said in a confident tone of voice as he thrust his finger into his mother's ass.

At the mention of the word "Slave" Taryn felt a bolt of pleasure shoot to her pussy. As well, a hunger cried out for satisfaction from somewhere deep within her soul. Upon her being called a Slave, a part of her soul craved that title, like a man dying of thirst, craves water. Her need had a focus now, she felt it. She had always known it, but now it had been brought to the forefront of her mind. Taryn needed to be a Slave . . . she needed a Master.

"No!" Taryn moaned whiningly, in what was supposed to be an angry protest. "I just need you to fuck me!" she sobbed out meekly, and in an unconvincing manner.

"We both know it is exactly what you desperately need. Ever since the dance-floor you've been a good little Slave," Owen said as he drove his finger deep into his mother's ass, causing her to hiss her unexpected excitement.

"No," Taryn moaned but by now she had stopped crying.

The better part of Taryn was fighting with the "Darker recesses of her soul" as she called it. Part of her was crying out desperately to be his Slave, to have her son as her Master. What was left of her sanity and logic was screaming not to give in, that it was just the heat of the moment. Taryn was afraid of what the future held, afraid of what life would be like as the Slave to her son. That thought caused her knees to buckle as lewd images flooded her mind.

"No? You're not my Slave?" Owen asked daringly as he leaned forward and removed his finger from her ass.

"No," Taryn said in a weak attempt at a denial, a denial that rang false.

"Suck my cock," Owen said in a plain tone of voice.

As soon as the words left his mouth Taryn sprang to life. In an instant she spun on the spot and dropped to her knees so fast, knees hurt something fierce. Even before she knew what she was doing she had his cock in her mouth and had started her bobbing action. Owen looked down at his mother sucking his cock for a moment and smiled a cheeky smile at her.

"Sit on the toilet facing me," Owen said in the same, casual, off-handed manner.

Once again Taryn stopped what she was doing instantly, and hopped back up so she was straddling the toilet, looking up at him, waiting for another command. Taryn didn't like this game, she knew it was meant to demonstrate what they both already knew: she was his to command.

"Finger-fuck your pussy with your left index finger," Owen said with a victorious smirk on his face.

With a sparkle in her eye Taryn buried her left index finger in her pussy so fast her hand was a blur. That hand never stopped moving as she thrust her finger madly, in hopes of achieving the release she craved.

"Stick that finger up your ass and fuck your ass with it!" Owen said firmly.

With a slight frown on her face Taryn did just that, she thrust her slick, left index finger into her ass. It was something she had never done before, never had even thought of doing before. Now, here she was with her legs spread wide finger-fucking her ass as a show for her son! Even her better self had to admit that she was powerless to resist him.

"See, you'll do anything I tell you, won't you?" Owen asked as Taryn continued to finger-fuck her ass while looking up into Owen's eyes.

"Yes," Taryn said with a husky growl in her voice, her finger never stopping, nor her eyes never wavering.

"Why's that?" Owen asked with a knowing look on his face.

Taryn only replied with a scowl. She refused to say it out loud; that would be the last straw. That was the last thing standing between sanity and insanity. She may actually be doing anything he said but she couldn't admit that she was his Slave. It would be too humiliating to be her son's Slave; and yet her soul was screaming out for it. She still had the burning need to be dominated; she still needed to be owned, to have a Master.

"Why do you do anything I tell you?" Owen repeated with a firm tone of voice. He looked at Taryn with an expression that bored into her. She couldn't look away and so the last of her resistance faded, she was finished and she knew it.

"I'm your S. . . Slave," Taryn said in a quiet, meek tone of voice, looking down when she said it.

"What was that?" Owen asked as he turned an ear toward her.

"I'm your Slave," Taryn said in a normal tone of voice as she looked up into his with a fearful tone of voice.

"Are you now?" Owen asked with a cheeky tone of voice and smiled to himself for a moment. "Stop finger-fucking your ass and lick that finger clean," he said in a deadly-serious tone of voice, looking right into Taryn's eyes.

With a horrified look on her face Taryn removed the finger that had been in her ass and brought it to her lips. Her eyes never left his as she stuck the finger in her mouth and closed her lips around it. With a distasteful look on her face she withdrew her finger and sucked it as she did so. The look on her face portrayed her mood clearly; she didn't believe that she had just done that!

"I guess you are my Slave. So what does that make me?" Owen asked with an arrogant tone of voice.

"My Master," Taryn replied with a wavering tone as she closed her eyes.

"As my Slave, do you swear to serve your Master faithfully? Will you do anything I command, without question? Will your sole purpose in life to see me pleased with you?" Owen asked with a firm tone of voice.

"Yes, Master," Taryn said as she looked up at Owen with a look of love and devotion.

"Do you surrender your will completely, and pledge yourself to my service until death?" Owen asked as he stepped closer to Taryn.

"Oh YES, Master!" Taryn moaned dreamily; the way she responded surprised even her.

"The Slave, bend over and prepare to be fucked by your Master!" Owen commanded.

In a flash Taryn was bent over the toilet as she had been before. Once again she felt Owen's hands on her, but this time they were on her hips. Taryn's right hand shot between her thighs to guide Owen's cock to her pussy. As expected, she felt the warm fleshy member touch her hand. She was so excited to finally be getting fucked that she pulled on it slightly to speed him up. A deep moan escaped Taryn's lips as that glorious head kissed her nether-lips. Owen didn't tease her at all, he pushed forward and the head passed into his mother's pussy. The moan that Taryn let out didn't stop until Owen was fully buried into her pussy.

"Oh, Master you fill me up so much! You feel so good in me." Taryn mewed with utter contentment.

Taryn was in a state of pure bliss, though her sanity wept. Taryn had that thick cock she had sucked twice that night finally buried into her pussy. It was the thickest cock she had ever had, the most wondrous cock she had ever let slide into her. At that moment she couldn't remember what her husband's cock felt like. Nothing existed but her and her Master. She belonged to her Master and her Master was finally fucking her. Now that she was a Slave to a Master, oddly enough, she felt complete. She felt like a hole in her heart and soul that had been left open to let in the wind was now filled. Taryn sighed and smiled to herself as her Master withdrew his cock and began the much-anticipated fucking.

"Oh Slave you have a tight little pussy," Owen moaned out as he slammed back into his Mother's pussy hard.

"Thank you, Master, Fuck your Slave, Master! I'm all yours, Master!" Taryn sobbed out tears of joy and relief that freely course through her.

"I know, Slave," Owen said with a soothing tone of voice as he slammed into her roughly.

"Oh God you fuck me good, Master! Better than anyone ever has!" Taryn mewed as smiled a smile that wouldn't vacate her face.

Taryn and Owen continued to fuck hard and fast in that bathroom stall. It didn't take long for Taryn to cum and cum hard. When her orgasm hit, she tensed up and moaned out while thrashing about. Suddenly, while she was still climaxing Owen grabbed Taryn by the hair and pulled her up so that she was standing up in front of him.

"Does my, Slave like what her Master has given her." Owen said into Taryn's ears with a husky growl.

"Yes, Master!" Taryn said with all the breath that she could manage and this sent her into another orgasm.

The combination of the two hit Taryn so hard that everything went hazy for a moment. After a moment Taryn awoke to find the cold plastic of the toilet seat against her cheek. Owen was still pounding into her pussy, relentlessly. The sudden wave of pleasure that hit her, caused her to moan out once more as she stood back up to brace herself against the wall.

"CUMMING! SUCK ME! SWALLOW IT!" Owen screamed out and pulled out of Taryn's pussy with an audible pop.

Taryn dropped to her knees and immediately wrapped her lips around her Master's cock. This time she didn't go down on him, she kept the head of the cock just inside her mouth. This time she wanted to taste him, she wanted to know what her Master's cum tasted like. She didn't have to wait long for she had barely wrapped her lips around it when the head swelled up. Owen's cock blasted the cum she had been waiting for into her waiting mouth. As expected, Taryn loved the taste of him, and let it pool in her mouth. Once he was finished cumming she let his cock slip from her mouth. After savoring the taste and sensation of his full load in her mouth she swallowed it. After opening her mouth to prove to her Master that she had done as expected, she then smiled lovingly up at him, expecting praise.

"Good, Slave, you swallowed it all, now lick my cock clean," Owen said in a loving and tender tone of voice in return.

Taryn smiled up at him and the instant he praised her, she felt elated. Her Master had given her and order, she had obeyed and he was pleased; she had fulfilled her duty. Taryn sighed happily as she leaned in and proceeded to lick the cock she had just sucked off, clean. Before long it was clean and she smiled up at him once more.

"Good, Slave, now straighten up, we need to go home," Owen said with a tender and calm tone of voice.

It wasn't long before the two of them were in a taxi on their way home. Taryn snuggled up to her son, who was now her Master, and sighed contentedly. She didn't pause to think of the how or why it happened, all she knew was that it had; that she was happy. Taryn loved her son now more than he had ever loved him, or had loved anyone else. He had fulfilled a need in her life that she never knew was missing. She was fulfilling a need in his life that he had never know was there. They needed each other and had found each other; that was all she needed to know. She needed and loved her Master and her Master needed and loved his Slave. They were bound to each other with a bond that nothing in life or death could break.

As they walked up the steps to the house, Taryn walked beside him, hand in hand. Taryn wondered what would happen now, how would they incorporate this new relationship into their old lives. How would they keep this a secret from her daughter and husband? Would they keep it a secret? Could they keep it a secret? Then a chilling thought hit her, what if it was all a game to him? What if it was nothing more than the alcohol talking? What if Owen didn't really want to be her Master, what then? She barely heard the door close behind them and looked at the floor as she removed her shoes; she couldn't look at him. If it was true, she didn't want to know, not yet. Owen walked over to the hall phone and scribbled something on the notepad that was always by the phone.

"Goodnight Slave." Owen said in a whisper before he kissed Taryn on the lips with a lingering and loving kiss.

With that Owen turned and walked up the stairs, leaving Taryn standing there, elated. She was still his Slave, he was still her Master! All was right with the world, so she sighed a deep sigh of relief. It was then that she noticed that she was holding something in her hand. She looked down to see a crumpled up piece of paper and quickly read it.

'Bring me breakfast tomorrow morning at 6:30 sharp! You will deliver it to me wearing your bathrobe and nothing else! Breakfast will consist of: one egg over-easy (no runny whites), two strips of bacon, hash browns, one bagel, toasted and buttered with cream cheese, one glass of orange juice, one coffee (two creams, two sugars).'

Taryn sighed and clutched the note to her chest and knew one thing. While she didn't know what the future held, she knew that she would face it with her Master, and that would be enough . . . for now. She walked up the stars, weary for she knew that she needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow would be an early day if she was to continue to please her Master. She new that she would, she couldn't think of doing anything else; what a difference an evening makes.
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