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Sunday came and went. I spent the afternoon and evening with my buddies while Mom and Dad had dinner with Reverend Marshall and his wife. I remembered Mom's words, "We were very active in the swing scene of this town. You'd be shocked at what goes on, son," and my imagination ran wild. I had visions of Mom and Bonnie Marshall, a short, big breasted woman, Mom in her black corset using her whip to urge a naked and dog collared Bonnie Marshall to eat her pussy.
Things were still normal on Monday and Tuesday. I was working at a building supply store for the summer, and I spent my days in a funk wondering if anything was ever going to happen. Mom had turned back into her usual bossy June Cleaver self and hadn't as much as hinted at what had happened between us. Dad was busy with work, not getting home until very late. I think he knew this was weighing heavily on my mind and a couple of times we exchanged knowing glances and then he would just shrug and smile. My frustration grew as Wednesday became Thursday.
In my frustration, I gave what might happen a lot of thought. I considered all the possibilities of where I would fit in this relationship. I wondered how I would react when the time came. More importantly, I wondered what my place in the relationship would be. Fantasies and my own secret desires pushed to the surface
Friday, I awoke with a start, the sun shining through my windows, and realizing that I had overslept. I reached for the stupid alarm clock, but Mom's voice stopped me in my tracks. "It's okay, Thomas. I turned it off. I also called you in sick. Your boss said he hoped you would be feeling better soon."
I sat up in bed and looked around. Mom was sitting in my office chair in front of my computer, turned to face me. She looked incredible. She was wearing a black baby doll of sheer silky material. I could see her breasts completely through the transparent fabric, my eyes drawn again and again to her large, thick nipples. Mom stood up and walked over to the bed. The hem of her negligee didn't quite reach Mom's crotch and I got another good look at the black thatch of pubic hair between her legs and extending outwards in a rough "V" pattern to end high above her pubic mound
"Mom?" It was a question, no, many questions in a single word.
Mom stroked my face with the back of her hand. "All questions get answered today, son. Go shower and get cleaned up. Go downstairs and get some breakfast and then come up to Mommy's bedroom." Mom ran her forefinger and middle finger over my lips. They were wet and I realized that I could smell my mother's scent. I licked my lips and realized she'd just smeared her own pussy juices on my mouth. "Mom grinned evilly at my surprised look. "Hurry," she said softly and then turned and marched out of my room.
You bet your ass I hurried! I showered and shaved. I dressed casual, just some gym shorts and a T-shirt. I went down stairs and gobbled up a couple of bowls of cereal and then sprinted up the stairs two at a time. Standing in front of Mom's door, I collected myself. I mean, I was breathing hard and my heart was pounding. I hesitated for a second before knocking on the door. This was a big step, a step way beyond my wildest fantasies. As I went to knock, Mom opened the door and smiled at me.
"Whatever are you waiting for, Thomas?" Mom asked with a laugh. She preened in front of me, showing off her mostly naked body and then pressed herself against me, her breasts pillowing against my chest and her hairy bush brushing against my shorts. As she leaned in for a kiss, I could smell her perfume mixing in with her scent, the heady mix making me dizzy and making me hard! Her tongue slipped into my mouth and our tongues teased and danced for long seconds.
Finally, ending the kiss, Mom took my hand and said, "C'mon in, darling. Momma's going to rock your world." She led me into the room and walked over to a door next to her closet, pausing only to pick a set of keys off the dresser. I knew that Mom and Dad had converted the bedroom next to theirs into a store room and additional closet space, but the entrance to the room from their bedroom had always been locked with a serious deadbolt. Frankly, it never really piqued my interest and I had never tried to get into it.
Mom unlocked the door, flicked a light switch and led me into a short, but wide corridor. I gasped as I looked on the walls. All sorts of sex toys and costumes and other things were on shelves and hooks. Mom paused and laughed as I took it in. There were vibrators and dildos and what I recognized from the girlie magazines as vibrating eggs. There were several leather outfits and masks and various types of dog collars including the one Dad had been wearing that night a week ago. There were manacles and handcuffs and chains. There were paddles and whips and feathers and things I flat out didn't recognize!
Mom squeezed my hand and said, "We call this the Toy Chest. C'mon." She led me through the passageway and unlocked a second door. If I was stunned by the Toy Chest, I was absolutely shocked by what we next entered. "This is the Play Room, Thomas," Mom said.
It was a fucking dungeon is what it was! "Omigod, Mom!" I whispered as I stared. The walls and floor seemed to be a mix of foam and rubber, soft, but barely yielding to our weight. On one wall, chains and manacles were inset. An A-frame device in one corner also appeared to have chains and manacles for both arms and legs. An oddly shaped block of furniture also had manacles and I realized that if a person was draped over this face down that their ass would be offered up on high. My cock throbbed at the possibilities. In another corner were a comfortable easy chair with a adjoining mini-fridge and a bookshelf with books and CDs and a CD player.
Mom pressed the keys into my hand. "These are yours, son. You now have access to our little secret playground. The big key lets you in and the smaller key works on all the cuffs and little locks." Mom turned and put her arms around my neck. "Now, it's time to ask you to willingly join our fun and games." Mom leaned into me, again grounding her body against me. In a mocking, teasing voice, she said, "Is my little Thomas ready to become Mommy's slave?"
In a split second, I had an epiphany. I knew what I had to do and I embraced it heart and soul. "No." I replied.
Mom was grinning, rubbing her breasts, nipples hard and swollen, against my chest. "Mommy's going to love..." Mom's eyes opened wide and she looked up at me. "Did you just say 'no?" she asked me, stepping back in disbelief.
I grinned at her and took her by the wrists, pulling her back against me, thrusting my groin against hers. "Didn't you ever consider another possibility, Mom? You've been the master for so long. Didn't you ever think that your master would arrive someday?"
Mom's eyes went wide and she exclaimed, "Not you. I'm the Mistress here and like your father, you'll serve me!" Even as she protested though, I could feel her nipples actually swell larger against my chest and the sweet, pungent scent of her cunt thickened in the air.
"Come now, Mom. You raised me. You served as my inspiration. You made me the strong willed individual I am. Tell the truth, Mom. You raised me and trained me to one day become your master." Just talking like this to my mother was a turn on. My cock felt like it would explode as I held Mom firmly against me. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, my turn to push my tongue into her mouth.
I'll give Mom credit, she fought back, struggling to break my grip on her wrist, trying to turn away from my kiss, but I pressed on, forcing my tongue between her lips. I almost came as I felt her moan and yield, giving me...offering me her tongue. We kissed like lovers, long and passionate and wet.
I ended the kiss, a long streamer of saliva joining our mouths. It snapped and splattered into her cleavage.
"Who's your master, Mom?"
Mom snarled and spat at my face. "Fuck you!"
I laughed and tightened my grip on her wrists, making her cry out. "Yes you will, Mom, but first acknowledge that your son is your master!"
Mom's face was a mask of pain and lust. "Never, you little dog! I'm your mistress! Let me go!"
It flashed through my mind to rip her clothes off, but I had a better idea. I squeezed her wrists tighter and Mom sobbed as she began to lower herself to the ground.. "Stop, Thomas. I -- I'm your mother! You're hurting me!"
"That's right, Mom. You are my mother and now you're my slave too and you love it!" Mom's knees hit the ground and I let her go. I loved the image of Mom on her knees before me and the taste of power was sweet! Mom looked up at me with tears in her eyes, but she was aroused. Her chest was heaving with excitement, her nipples swollen and erect, piercing through the filmy material of her negligee. Redness spread over her upper chest, her sexual flush betraying her true feelings.
"Admit it, Mom. You're excited. You want me to dominate you, to own and possess you. You've needed this. As much as you enjoy dominating Dad, submitting to me is an even bigger turn on."
Mom shivered and glared up at me, but said nothing. "Take that nightgown off, Mom. I didn't give you permission to wear it. Strip naked for me right now." Mom remained defiant and didn't move. "Your ass now belongs to me, Mom! Get naked for me now and your punishment will be light. Keep me waiting and I promise you it will be harsh!"
Mom gasped at the harsh tone in my voice. I'd never spoken to her this way before, with so much menace and control. Fingers shaking, Mom reached up and pulled the straps of her babydoll off and let the thing fall apart and down. Now she was naked. "Very good, slave," I replied and scarcely believing I was doing it, I reached down and took Mom by her long dark hair and dragged her across the room to the bench I'd seen earlier. Yanking her up and over it, I stretched Mom across the bench.
My own hands were shaking as I locked Mom's arms into place and then her legs. The second set of cuffs had the effect of spreading Mom's legs wide, revealing her wet pussy in the middle of her furry muff which was sopping wet with her cream. I had a hard time getting the ankle cuffs on her, my face just inches from her beautiful cunt!
"Oh, Thomas, please, you can't do this to me. I'm your mother," Mom whispered hoarsely as I stood over her, admiring her helpless and exposed body, ass raised high offering me her most private parts.
"Yes, you are. You're my mother slut of a slave." I replied. "But I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?" I turned and walked back to the Toy Chest. I picked up a few items. Standing in front of Mom again, I held up a leather face mask. It had air holes to breath through and removable Velcro patches for the mouth and eyes. Mom gasped when she realized what I was about to do.
"Oh no, no, no, no, son! You can't, you wouldn't!" Mom said, struggling in vain to get loose.
"Oh yes, Mom! My momma slut slave needs to learn her manners. You can't speak unless given permission." I knelt down and with a minimal amount of struggling, pulled the face mask over Mom's head. Her protests were feeble and quickly muted. I could hear her crying through the leather.
"That's better, Mom. Learn your place, my little mother fuckslut whore. But punishment is still in order," I whispered in her ear. Quietly, I moved around behind Mom, now admiring her tight ass and the way her pussy was so wet, her juices were running down her thighs and dripping from her cunt to pool on the floor. Mom moaned again through the mask, but quieted down. I stood silent for several minutes as Mom strained her head pick up a clue, a glimmer of what I was doing.
A full fifteen minutes passed and then without warning, I lashed out with a wooden paddle I had taken from the Toy Chest and slapped it across Mom's shapely cheeks. Mom let out a squall that both broke my heart and made me almost lose my load. I gave her another whack with the paddle and another. Ten licks with the paddle in all before I stopped. Mom's asscheeks were bright red and I knew she'd be sitting a bit uncomfortable for the next day or two. I was about to cum in my shorts which were damp with precum. I knew that if I even touched my cock I would come. Mom's body shook enticingly as she cried.
I walked around and removed the Velcro patch over her mouth. "So, Mom, do you think you'll remember to not speak without permission from now on?"
Mom's mouth pursed into a pout and I thought for a second she was going to scream and curse, but she just nodded and said, "Yes, son."
I laughed and replied, "From now on, the proper response will be, 'Yes, my son and master,' understand, Mom?"
Mom snuffled back a sob and replied, "Yes, m-m-my son and master."
"Very good, Momslut of mine. Now, maybe soon I'll reward your obedience." I put the mouth patch back on and walked away. Back in Mom's room, the shakes overtook me and I had to sit down on the bed. I couldn't believe what I'd done. I'd just beaten my mother with a wooden paddle and we'd both enjoyed it! I could smell Mom's arousal all the way in here. My cock ached with need. I tried to calm down, but my own lust was overwhelming. I could not calm down.
Several minutes passed and I could resist no longer. I stood up and quietly walked back to the Play Room. Mom was sniffling behind her mask, her body trembling with pain and need. She cocked her head left and right, sensing my movement, but not quite sure where I was.
Her inner thighs were soaked, as was the floor underneath. Mom's pussy lips were literally quivering, juices oozing from her aroused flesh. I crept up behind Mom and aimed my cock for her pussy. I hesitated just shy of her flesh, relishing the sensation of heat emanating from her twat.
Mom's head perked up, her instincts warning her someone was near. To her credit, she didn't cry or call out, at least until I had thrust home, burying my cock in the sweetest, most wonderful place ever! Though her mouth was covered, still she gave a loud, muffled scream as with one stroke I buried my long, hard cock in her to the hilt.
I didn't say a word, not giving her the satisfaction of being positive it was me, but rather, I simply fucked my mother hard and fast with long strokes. Mom's pussy, used to a smaller cock, felt deliciously tight and silky as I pumped in and out. Mom's cunt walls tried clasping my cock as I fucked her, making the sinful sensations all the more delightful. I loved feeding it all to her, grinding my groin against her upraised ass and pussy mound, feeling her heavy, wild hair against my flesh, our pubic hairs tangling and then tearing apart.
Mom's pussy was a slick, wet inferno, a far hotter pussy than any I'd ever encountered. The few girls I'd been with paled in comparison with my mother's pussy. Suddenly, Mom's body began to spasm, her arms and legs straining against her bonds. Her cunt muscles clamped down tightly around my cock. Her pussy bathed my cock with a sudden torrent of fiery pussy cream. Mom was cumming! I was making her cum!
Just the thought that it was my cock making my mother cream sent me over the edge! With a growl, I thrust my cock as deep as I could inside my mother and yielded to the sweetest sensation a man could ever know -- filling up my mother with my hot semen! Mom screamed anew and her convulsions turned violent as my orgasm only served as fuel to make her own more intense. I came and came, emptying a tremendous load of my seed into my own mother's womb.
As my ejaculations ceased, I abruptly withdrew from her clasping vagina and moved around in front of her. I ripped off the mouthpiece of her leather mask and said, "Open wide, Momslut! Clean your master's cock." I pressed my cock, lathered up with pussy juice and sperm, against her lips and Mom opened her mouth and took me inside. My knees almost buckled from the incredible waves of pleasure that Mom's tongue produced as it rolled over my very sensitive cock and as Mom sucked the last remnants of my seed from my still erect penis.
I was a happy man as for the next several minutes I permitted my mother the pleasure of cleaning and then sucking my cock. Mom threw herself into it enthusiastically, working up quite a sweat, her body glistening from her effort. She wordlessly groaned when I finally stepped back, my penis still long, thick and erect, and dripping with Mom's saliva.
I reached down and undid the mask, pulling it off to reveal Mom's sweat streaked red face, her luxurious black hair in a mad tangle. She looked up at me with some anger and fear. I smiled down and said, "You may thank me for making you cum, Mom."
Mom scowled, her eyes blazing even as she said meekly, "Thank you for my orgasm, my son and master."
I grinned and said, "You're welcome, Momslut. Would you like more?"
Expressions of desire fought with Mom's dwindling resistance to being submissive. Desire finally won and Mom whispered, "Yes, my son and master. Please fuck me again."
"Gladly," I replied. I walked around behind Mom again, her cunt now gaping open and dripping both semen and pussy juice on the floor. I put both hands on Mom's tight butt cheeks and spread them as wide as I could, exposing Mom's little brown asshole. Mom gasped, realizing what was about to happen even as I pressed my cock against her anus. As I pressed into her, forcing her anus to yield to my saliva covered dick, I said, "Mom, you have permission to yell and scream all you want." Then I popped my cock into her ass, her sphincter muscles suddenly relaxing as my swollen cockhead forced its way inside Mom's ass.
Mom cried out loudly in pain, her whole body going rigid as my cock invaded her anus. I groaned as her hot skin enveloped my cock. Her muscles seemed to pull me along and with several quick thrusts, had most of my cock up Mom's ass.
"OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!" Mom sobbed over and over as I sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. Mom's ass was tighter than anything pussy I'd ever had before and beyond my own amazement for having had the nerve to assfuck my mother was my new found appreciation for a woman's ass.
Mom's cries of pain slowly leveled out to be replaced by moans of pleasure as I settled into a steady fucking rhythm. "MMMMMMYesssss! Fuck me, Thomas, fuck me my lord and master! Fuck Mommy's ass my son and master, with that big hot cock!." Despite being restrained, Mom made every effort to drive her ass backwards to meet my thrusts, desiring to take me deeper.
It wasn't long before Mom began to make "I'm cumming," noises. I began slapping her already reddened ass cheeks to urge her on. Mom began to shriek, louder with each slap of my palm, the mixture of pain and lust bringing her pleasure to new heights until she screamed incoherently as she again began to orgasm. Soon after, I exploded again, emptying a massive load of sperm in my mother's ass.
I withdrew and left the room, commanding Mom to be quiet and to not make a sound. I returned shortly from Mom's bathroom with a wet wash cloth. Mom, who tried to look subservient the entire time, sighed visibly when I bent down and unlocked her restraints. As I undid Mom's ankles, I admired the lovely sight of both Mom's anus and pussy leaking my seed. I was amazed at the amount of semen and pussy juice pooled on the floor
I walked over and set down in the easy chair. "Stand up, my Momslut."
Mom moaned and eased herself off the furniture block. Her body shook from the stress of the past hour or so. "Look down, slave. Look at the mess you made."
Mom stared down at the puddle of our mixed cum. "Did you have permission to leak my precious seed from your body, Mom?"
Mom flashed me a momentarily scornful look, but as I raised an eyebrow and lifted my paddle, she looked down hurriedly and softly said, "No, my son and master."
"Then you must be punished. Lick it up, Mom."
My mother glanced up astonished, her face flushing anew. "I can't, Thomas. Don't make me, please. I'm your mother."
"YOU'RE MY MOMSLUT, SLAVE!" I roared. I stood up and Mom cringed back a little. I felt both ashamed and exhilarated to have intimidated my mother so. "You will lick up our cum juices or I'll beat you and then you can lick it up."
Mom whimpered, but quickly sank to her knees and began lapping up the puddle of semen and pussy juice. Tears ran down her face as she did so, but I noticed that her nipples were as swollen as tight as ripe grapes. Watching Mom obey was already making me hard again. Mom was diligent and within a few minutes, had licked the floor's surface clean. "Did you enjoy your little snack, Mom," I asked. "Be truthful. I'll know if you lie."
Mom looked ashamed as she said softly, "Yes, my son and master. It was delicious."
"Good, I'm sure you'll have many such snacks in the future. Now, crawl over here and clean me up!"
Mom complied without argument and my cock came to full mast as I watched her sexily crawl across the room like a sleek jungle cat. She took the washcloth from me and proceeded to lovingly and gently clean my cock off. She kept glancing up at me, her eyes now simply filled with desire.
"My son and master, may I speak?" Mom whispered.
"Permission granted," I replied.
"My son and master, your magnificent cock is hard and swollen again. May I have the honor and pleasure of sucking my son's cock?" Mom raised her head up and smiled at me...the same smile I have treasured my whole life.
"I'd love that, Mom!" I said, reaching out and stroking her tear stained face. Mom proceeded to give me the blowjob of a lifetime. She took her sweet time, stretching it out, easing off when I came close to cumming and then resuming. Mom's tongue seemed almost supernatural in its ability to create pleasure. It was my turn to be trembling and sweating as over what seemed to be an eternity, Mom sucked and licked my throbbing dick.
As Mom brought me closer to the point of no return, she whispered, "Would my son and master like to cum on Mommy's face?" I nodded quickly and Mom wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and fluttered her tongue across the top of my cock and then began stroking my shaft as she let me slip free from her mouth. "Cum for Mommy, son. Please, cum for Mommy, my son and master."
And so I did! With a groan, I began cumming, shooting thick ropes of semen into Mom's face, splattering it across her forehead and into her jet black hair, across her nose cheeks and into Mom's hungry, open mouth.
The day went on from there. Mom seemed to quickly come to terms with her new status. We spent the day exercising a few erotic fantasies. I couldn't believe how many erections I was able to muster. In late afternoon, we took a long nap in Mom and Dad's bed, Mom in my arms, wearing nothing but a studded black leather collar that I thought looked good on her and that sexy black widow from the previous Friday.
After we woke up, we talked about the future and Dad and everything. I told her what I wanted to do. Mom made a few suggestions and then we went back to the Play Room to await Dad's arrival home from the office.
When Dad arrived, he found us locked in passion's embrace. Mom's arms were suspended from the A-Frame, she barely able to stand on tip toe and I was fucking her in the ass again from behind, my fingers teasing the clamps attached to her swollen nipples. Mom was wearing a ball gag, which did little to muffle her moans and sobs. My semen leaked from her pussy as well, having just finished depositing my third load of the day in Mom's sweet snatch.
Dad stood in the doorway, mouth gaping open in disbelief. His son covered in well earned fuck sweat and his wife's sweaty, jism smeared body taking her son's cock in the ass.
"There's a new Sheriff in town, Dad, so strip down and put on your slave collar. My Momslut's cunt needs a good licking and you're just the dog to do it!" I snarled.
Dad looked just dumbstruck and said, "Um, what?" as he stared at me pistoning my cock in and out of Mom's ass. "Uh, Victoria, what the hell is going on?"
"Mom's not in charge anymore, dog!" I crowed. "I'M THE MASTER NOW! GET MOVING, YOU FUCKING SLAVE OR MOM WILL BE WEARING YOUR BALLS FOR EARRINGS!" I roared.
Dad shivered and swallowed hard. He turned around and walked back to the Toy Chest, removing his shirt as he went. Over Mom's shoulder, I watched as my father hurriedly stripped off his clothes and put on his regular slave collar. His cock was so hard it slapped against his belly like it probably did when he was a teenager.
He came timidly into the room and with an expression of extreme humility, asked, "Master, do I need to use a cock ring?" He looked at me hopefully.
"Of course, dog....not that you'll be doing much cumming around here anymore." I said with scorn. Dad clamped on the cock ring and then returned to the room. I commanded him to kneel in front of Mom and eat my sperm out of her cunt. With amazement, Dad immediately went to it. Mom moaned and cried and shivered and had orgasm after orgasm, culminating in a monster cum as I gave her what I think was my seventh load of the day!
Exhausted, I pulled out, my cock throbbing with a dull, not unpleasant ache and staggered over and collapsed in the easy chair. "Slave, what are you waiting for? My Momslut has an asshole full of her son's spunk, go clean it out. Don't swallow it, though, she's probably ready for a snack!"
As I watched, Dad hurried around behind Mom and spreading her ass cheeks, buried his nose in her crack as he lapped my spunk out of Mom's butt. Mom continued to shake, barely able to keep on her toes as orgasmic waves of delight rippled through her body.
When Dad finished his tasty chore, I instructed him to remove Mom's ball gag and kiss her, sharing with her my thick, still warm seed. I ordered Dad to release her from her restraints and had her brought over to me. She curled up at my feet, her cum smeared face resting on my thigh. Dad was forced to kneel in front of me as I explained the new way of the world to him.
"I'm the master now. Mom belongs to me, not you. You're the low man on the totem pole, you're sucking hind tit for the rest of your life."
"Yes, my son and master," murmured Dad, his hard on throbbing more than ever.
"My word is law. If I am not here, then Mom is your master and you will continue to obey her every whim."
"Yes, my son and master," replied Dad.
"One last thing, Slave," I said. "There's a change in our sleeping arrangements. I'm moving into the master bedroom with Mom. She needs a firm hand and a large cock all the time."
Dad's jaw clenched a little. He was truly caught in a catch-22. I was taking his wife from him and rubbing his face in it, but his masochistic side really loved it. In a tight voice, Dad replied, "Yes, my son and master. Shall I move myself into your old room?"
I laughed derisively. "No! A proper dog always sleeps at the foot of his master's bed! You will make your bed on the floor of our bedroom where you will always have the privilege of listening to me fuck your wife's brains out every night!" This has been one of Mom's suggestions. She knew it would get Dad's masochistic rocks off.
Dad was shivering with effort now. His cock looked as if it might burst. "In a strangled voice, Dad muttered, "Thank you, my son and master!"
And so our evening ended, Mom and I watching Dad with some amusement as he fixed a little nest at the foot of the bed. I allowed him to take off the cock ring and masturbate while watching me fuck Mom on their bed. My head was swimming as I tried to grapple with the heady rush of the power I suddenly had over my parents. I mean, there we were, Mom spread-eagled on the bed, begging me to fuck her harder while I rammed my cock in and out of her while Dad stood off to one side, stroking his erection.
I commanded him to cum on Mom's face and within a few minutes he did. The sight of Dad's jism dripping off his wife's face was too much for me and I felt my balls tighten and the wonderful sensation of a cum racing up my shaft. I pulled out of Mom and scrambled up to straddle her chest, managing to hold off my own orgasm until I could splatter the meager remnants of my seed in her face (in my wildest masturbation crazes, I'd never cum eight times in one day!) Mom sucked the last drops of my semen from my aching, weary cock and then I ordered Dad to lick her face clean
My first night as lord and master of my parents' household ended with Dad, lying at the foot of the bed in a nest of blankets and pillows, no doubt embarrassed and aroused as Mom and I cuddled up on what used to be his bed, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
The last thing I remember is the sweet sensation of Mom's warm flesh pressing into mine, her long, shapely leg draped across my legs and her thick, furry muff scraping deliciously against my thigh and her lips nuzzling my neck as I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of our future. I dreamed of Mom dominating Dad and myself dominating Mom and all the exciting adventures that were our future.
Things were still normal on Monday and Tuesday. I was working at a building supply store for the summer, and I spent my days in a funk wondering if anything was ever going to happen. Mom had turned back into her usual bossy June Cleaver self and hadn't as much as hinted at what had happened between us. Dad was busy with work, not getting home until very late. I think he knew this was weighing heavily on my mind and a couple of times we exchanged knowing glances and then he would just shrug and smile. My frustration grew as Wednesday became Thursday.
In my frustration, I gave what might happen a lot of thought. I considered all the possibilities of where I would fit in this relationship. I wondered how I would react when the time came. More importantly, I wondered what my place in the relationship would be. Fantasies and my own secret desires pushed to the surface
Friday, I awoke with a start, the sun shining through my windows, and realizing that I had overslept. I reached for the stupid alarm clock, but Mom's voice stopped me in my tracks. "It's okay, Thomas. I turned it off. I also called you in sick. Your boss said he hoped you would be feeling better soon."
I sat up in bed and looked around. Mom was sitting in my office chair in front of my computer, turned to face me. She looked incredible. She was wearing a black baby doll of sheer silky material. I could see her breasts completely through the transparent fabric, my eyes drawn again and again to her large, thick nipples. Mom stood up and walked over to the bed. The hem of her negligee didn't quite reach Mom's crotch and I got another good look at the black thatch of pubic hair between her legs and extending outwards in a rough "V" pattern to end high above her pubic mound
"Mom?" It was a question, no, many questions in a single word.
Mom stroked my face with the back of her hand. "All questions get answered today, son. Go shower and get cleaned up. Go downstairs and get some breakfast and then come up to Mommy's bedroom." Mom ran her forefinger and middle finger over my lips. They were wet and I realized that I could smell my mother's scent. I licked my lips and realized she'd just smeared her own pussy juices on my mouth. "Mom grinned evilly at my surprised look. "Hurry," she said softly and then turned and marched out of my room.
You bet your ass I hurried! I showered and shaved. I dressed casual, just some gym shorts and a T-shirt. I went down stairs and gobbled up a couple of bowls of cereal and then sprinted up the stairs two at a time. Standing in front of Mom's door, I collected myself. I mean, I was breathing hard and my heart was pounding. I hesitated for a second before knocking on the door. This was a big step, a step way beyond my wildest fantasies. As I went to knock, Mom opened the door and smiled at me.
"Whatever are you waiting for, Thomas?" Mom asked with a laugh. She preened in front of me, showing off her mostly naked body and then pressed herself against me, her breasts pillowing against my chest and her hairy bush brushing against my shorts. As she leaned in for a kiss, I could smell her perfume mixing in with her scent, the heady mix making me dizzy and making me hard! Her tongue slipped into my mouth and our tongues teased and danced for long seconds.
Finally, ending the kiss, Mom took my hand and said, "C'mon in, darling. Momma's going to rock your world." She led me into the room and walked over to a door next to her closet, pausing only to pick a set of keys off the dresser. I knew that Mom and Dad had converted the bedroom next to theirs into a store room and additional closet space, but the entrance to the room from their bedroom had always been locked with a serious deadbolt. Frankly, it never really piqued my interest and I had never tried to get into it.
Mom unlocked the door, flicked a light switch and led me into a short, but wide corridor. I gasped as I looked on the walls. All sorts of sex toys and costumes and other things were on shelves and hooks. Mom paused and laughed as I took it in. There were vibrators and dildos and what I recognized from the girlie magazines as vibrating eggs. There were several leather outfits and masks and various types of dog collars including the one Dad had been wearing that night a week ago. There were manacles and handcuffs and chains. There were paddles and whips and feathers and things I flat out didn't recognize!
Mom squeezed my hand and said, "We call this the Toy Chest. C'mon." She led me through the passageway and unlocked a second door. If I was stunned by the Toy Chest, I was absolutely shocked by what we next entered. "This is the Play Room, Thomas," Mom said.
It was a fucking dungeon is what it was! "Omigod, Mom!" I whispered as I stared. The walls and floor seemed to be a mix of foam and rubber, soft, but barely yielding to our weight. On one wall, chains and manacles were inset. An A-frame device in one corner also appeared to have chains and manacles for both arms and legs. An oddly shaped block of furniture also had manacles and I realized that if a person was draped over this face down that their ass would be offered up on high. My cock throbbed at the possibilities. In another corner were a comfortable easy chair with a adjoining mini-fridge and a bookshelf with books and CDs and a CD player.
Mom pressed the keys into my hand. "These are yours, son. You now have access to our little secret playground. The big key lets you in and the smaller key works on all the cuffs and little locks." Mom turned and put her arms around my neck. "Now, it's time to ask you to willingly join our fun and games." Mom leaned into me, again grounding her body against me. In a mocking, teasing voice, she said, "Is my little Thomas ready to become Mommy's slave?"
In a split second, I had an epiphany. I knew what I had to do and I embraced it heart and soul. "No." I replied.
Mom was grinning, rubbing her breasts, nipples hard and swollen, against my chest. "Mommy's going to love..." Mom's eyes opened wide and she looked up at me. "Did you just say 'no?" she asked me, stepping back in disbelief.
I grinned at her and took her by the wrists, pulling her back against me, thrusting my groin against hers. "Didn't you ever consider another possibility, Mom? You've been the master for so long. Didn't you ever think that your master would arrive someday?"
Mom's eyes went wide and she exclaimed, "Not you. I'm the Mistress here and like your father, you'll serve me!" Even as she protested though, I could feel her nipples actually swell larger against my chest and the sweet, pungent scent of her cunt thickened in the air.
"Come now, Mom. You raised me. You served as my inspiration. You made me the strong willed individual I am. Tell the truth, Mom. You raised me and trained me to one day become your master." Just talking like this to my mother was a turn on. My cock felt like it would explode as I held Mom firmly against me. I leaned in and kissed her passionately, my turn to push my tongue into her mouth.
I'll give Mom credit, she fought back, struggling to break my grip on her wrist, trying to turn away from my kiss, but I pressed on, forcing my tongue between her lips. I almost came as I felt her moan and yield, giving me...offering me her tongue. We kissed like lovers, long and passionate and wet.
I ended the kiss, a long streamer of saliva joining our mouths. It snapped and splattered into her cleavage.
"Who's your master, Mom?"
Mom snarled and spat at my face. "Fuck you!"
I laughed and tightened my grip on her wrists, making her cry out. "Yes you will, Mom, but first acknowledge that your son is your master!"
Mom's face was a mask of pain and lust. "Never, you little dog! I'm your mistress! Let me go!"
It flashed through my mind to rip her clothes off, but I had a better idea. I squeezed her wrists tighter and Mom sobbed as she began to lower herself to the ground.. "Stop, Thomas. I -- I'm your mother! You're hurting me!"
"That's right, Mom. You are my mother and now you're my slave too and you love it!" Mom's knees hit the ground and I let her go. I loved the image of Mom on her knees before me and the taste of power was sweet! Mom looked up at me with tears in her eyes, but she was aroused. Her chest was heaving with excitement, her nipples swollen and erect, piercing through the filmy material of her negligee. Redness spread over her upper chest, her sexual flush betraying her true feelings.
"Admit it, Mom. You're excited. You want me to dominate you, to own and possess you. You've needed this. As much as you enjoy dominating Dad, submitting to me is an even bigger turn on."
Mom shivered and glared up at me, but said nothing. "Take that nightgown off, Mom. I didn't give you permission to wear it. Strip naked for me right now." Mom remained defiant and didn't move. "Your ass now belongs to me, Mom! Get naked for me now and your punishment will be light. Keep me waiting and I promise you it will be harsh!"
Mom gasped at the harsh tone in my voice. I'd never spoken to her this way before, with so much menace and control. Fingers shaking, Mom reached up and pulled the straps of her babydoll off and let the thing fall apart and down. Now she was naked. "Very good, slave," I replied and scarcely believing I was doing it, I reached down and took Mom by her long dark hair and dragged her across the room to the bench I'd seen earlier. Yanking her up and over it, I stretched Mom across the bench.
My own hands were shaking as I locked Mom's arms into place and then her legs. The second set of cuffs had the effect of spreading Mom's legs wide, revealing her wet pussy in the middle of her furry muff which was sopping wet with her cream. I had a hard time getting the ankle cuffs on her, my face just inches from her beautiful cunt!
"Oh, Thomas, please, you can't do this to me. I'm your mother," Mom whispered hoarsely as I stood over her, admiring her helpless and exposed body, ass raised high offering me her most private parts.
"Yes, you are. You're my mother slut of a slave." I replied. "But I didn't give you permission to speak, did I?" I turned and walked back to the Toy Chest. I picked up a few items. Standing in front of Mom again, I held up a leather face mask. It had air holes to breath through and removable Velcro patches for the mouth and eyes. Mom gasped when she realized what I was about to do.
"Oh no, no, no, no, son! You can't, you wouldn't!" Mom said, struggling in vain to get loose.
"Oh yes, Mom! My momma slut slave needs to learn her manners. You can't speak unless given permission." I knelt down and with a minimal amount of struggling, pulled the face mask over Mom's head. Her protests were feeble and quickly muted. I could hear her crying through the leather.
"That's better, Mom. Learn your place, my little mother fuckslut whore. But punishment is still in order," I whispered in her ear. Quietly, I moved around behind Mom, now admiring her tight ass and the way her pussy was so wet, her juices were running down her thighs and dripping from her cunt to pool on the floor. Mom moaned again through the mask, but quieted down. I stood silent for several minutes as Mom strained her head pick up a clue, a glimmer of what I was doing.
A full fifteen minutes passed and then without warning, I lashed out with a wooden paddle I had taken from the Toy Chest and slapped it across Mom's shapely cheeks. Mom let out a squall that both broke my heart and made me almost lose my load. I gave her another whack with the paddle and another. Ten licks with the paddle in all before I stopped. Mom's asscheeks were bright red and I knew she'd be sitting a bit uncomfortable for the next day or two. I was about to cum in my shorts which were damp with precum. I knew that if I even touched my cock I would come. Mom's body shook enticingly as she cried.
I walked around and removed the Velcro patch over her mouth. "So, Mom, do you think you'll remember to not speak without permission from now on?"
Mom's mouth pursed into a pout and I thought for a second she was going to scream and curse, but she just nodded and said, "Yes, son."
I laughed and replied, "From now on, the proper response will be, 'Yes, my son and master,' understand, Mom?"
Mom snuffled back a sob and replied, "Yes, m-m-my son and master."
"Very good, Momslut of mine. Now, maybe soon I'll reward your obedience." I put the mouth patch back on and walked away. Back in Mom's room, the shakes overtook me and I had to sit down on the bed. I couldn't believe what I'd done. I'd just beaten my mother with a wooden paddle and we'd both enjoyed it! I could smell Mom's arousal all the way in here. My cock ached with need. I tried to calm down, but my own lust was overwhelming. I could not calm down.
Several minutes passed and I could resist no longer. I stood up and quietly walked back to the Play Room. Mom was sniffling behind her mask, her body trembling with pain and need. She cocked her head left and right, sensing my movement, but not quite sure where I was.
Her inner thighs were soaked, as was the floor underneath. Mom's pussy lips were literally quivering, juices oozing from her aroused flesh. I crept up behind Mom and aimed my cock for her pussy. I hesitated just shy of her flesh, relishing the sensation of heat emanating from her twat.
Mom's head perked up, her instincts warning her someone was near. To her credit, she didn't cry or call out, at least until I had thrust home, burying my cock in the sweetest, most wonderful place ever! Though her mouth was covered, still she gave a loud, muffled scream as with one stroke I buried my long, hard cock in her to the hilt.
I didn't say a word, not giving her the satisfaction of being positive it was me, but rather, I simply fucked my mother hard and fast with long strokes. Mom's pussy, used to a smaller cock, felt deliciously tight and silky as I pumped in and out. Mom's cunt walls tried clasping my cock as I fucked her, making the sinful sensations all the more delightful. I loved feeding it all to her, grinding my groin against her upraised ass and pussy mound, feeling her heavy, wild hair against my flesh, our pubic hairs tangling and then tearing apart.
Mom's pussy was a slick, wet inferno, a far hotter pussy than any I'd ever encountered. The few girls I'd been with paled in comparison with my mother's pussy. Suddenly, Mom's body began to spasm, her arms and legs straining against her bonds. Her cunt muscles clamped down tightly around my cock. Her pussy bathed my cock with a sudden torrent of fiery pussy cream. Mom was cumming! I was making her cum!
Just the thought that it was my cock making my mother cream sent me over the edge! With a growl, I thrust my cock as deep as I could inside my mother and yielded to the sweetest sensation a man could ever know -- filling up my mother with my hot semen! Mom screamed anew and her convulsions turned violent as my orgasm only served as fuel to make her own more intense. I came and came, emptying a tremendous load of my seed into my own mother's womb.
As my ejaculations ceased, I abruptly withdrew from her clasping vagina and moved around in front of her. I ripped off the mouthpiece of her leather mask and said, "Open wide, Momslut! Clean your master's cock." I pressed my cock, lathered up with pussy juice and sperm, against her lips and Mom opened her mouth and took me inside. My knees almost buckled from the incredible waves of pleasure that Mom's tongue produced as it rolled over my very sensitive cock and as Mom sucked the last remnants of my seed from my still erect penis.
I was a happy man as for the next several minutes I permitted my mother the pleasure of cleaning and then sucking my cock. Mom threw herself into it enthusiastically, working up quite a sweat, her body glistening from her effort. She wordlessly groaned when I finally stepped back, my penis still long, thick and erect, and dripping with Mom's saliva.
I reached down and undid the mask, pulling it off to reveal Mom's sweat streaked red face, her luxurious black hair in a mad tangle. She looked up at me with some anger and fear. I smiled down and said, "You may thank me for making you cum, Mom."
Mom scowled, her eyes blazing even as she said meekly, "Thank you for my orgasm, my son and master."
I grinned and said, "You're welcome, Momslut. Would you like more?"
Expressions of desire fought with Mom's dwindling resistance to being submissive. Desire finally won and Mom whispered, "Yes, my son and master. Please fuck me again."
"Gladly," I replied. I walked around behind Mom again, her cunt now gaping open and dripping both semen and pussy juice on the floor. I put both hands on Mom's tight butt cheeks and spread them as wide as I could, exposing Mom's little brown asshole. Mom gasped, realizing what was about to happen even as I pressed my cock against her anus. As I pressed into her, forcing her anus to yield to my saliva covered dick, I said, "Mom, you have permission to yell and scream all you want." Then I popped my cock into her ass, her sphincter muscles suddenly relaxing as my swollen cockhead forced its way inside Mom's ass.
Mom cried out loudly in pain, her whole body going rigid as my cock invaded her anus. I groaned as her hot skin enveloped my cock. Her muscles seemed to pull me along and with several quick thrusts, had most of my cock up Mom's ass.
"OHGODOHGODOHGODOHGOD!" Mom sobbed over and over as I sank deeper and deeper into her bowels. Mom's ass was tighter than anything pussy I'd ever had before and beyond my own amazement for having had the nerve to assfuck my mother was my new found appreciation for a woman's ass.
Mom's cries of pain slowly leveled out to be replaced by moans of pleasure as I settled into a steady fucking rhythm. "MMMMMMYesssss! Fuck me, Thomas, fuck me my lord and master! Fuck Mommy's ass my son and master, with that big hot cock!." Despite being restrained, Mom made every effort to drive her ass backwards to meet my thrusts, desiring to take me deeper.
It wasn't long before Mom began to make "I'm cumming," noises. I began slapping her already reddened ass cheeks to urge her on. Mom began to shriek, louder with each slap of my palm, the mixture of pain and lust bringing her pleasure to new heights until she screamed incoherently as she again began to orgasm. Soon after, I exploded again, emptying a massive load of sperm in my mother's ass.
I withdrew and left the room, commanding Mom to be quiet and to not make a sound. I returned shortly from Mom's bathroom with a wet wash cloth. Mom, who tried to look subservient the entire time, sighed visibly when I bent down and unlocked her restraints. As I undid Mom's ankles, I admired the lovely sight of both Mom's anus and pussy leaking my seed. I was amazed at the amount of semen and pussy juice pooled on the floor
I walked over and set down in the easy chair. "Stand up, my Momslut."
Mom moaned and eased herself off the furniture block. Her body shook from the stress of the past hour or so. "Look down, slave. Look at the mess you made."
Mom stared down at the puddle of our mixed cum. "Did you have permission to leak my precious seed from your body, Mom?"
Mom flashed me a momentarily scornful look, but as I raised an eyebrow and lifted my paddle, she looked down hurriedly and softly said, "No, my son and master."
"Then you must be punished. Lick it up, Mom."
My mother glanced up astonished, her face flushing anew. "I can't, Thomas. Don't make me, please. I'm your mother."
"YOU'RE MY MOMSLUT, SLAVE!" I roared. I stood up and Mom cringed back a little. I felt both ashamed and exhilarated to have intimidated my mother so. "You will lick up our cum juices or I'll beat you and then you can lick it up."
Mom whimpered, but quickly sank to her knees and began lapping up the puddle of semen and pussy juice. Tears ran down her face as she did so, but I noticed that her nipples were as swollen as tight as ripe grapes. Watching Mom obey was already making me hard again. Mom was diligent and within a few minutes, had licked the floor's surface clean. "Did you enjoy your little snack, Mom," I asked. "Be truthful. I'll know if you lie."
Mom looked ashamed as she said softly, "Yes, my son and master. It was delicious."
"Good, I'm sure you'll have many such snacks in the future. Now, crawl over here and clean me up!"
Mom complied without argument and my cock came to full mast as I watched her sexily crawl across the room like a sleek jungle cat. She took the washcloth from me and proceeded to lovingly and gently clean my cock off. She kept glancing up at me, her eyes now simply filled with desire.
"My son and master, may I speak?" Mom whispered.
"Permission granted," I replied.
"My son and master, your magnificent cock is hard and swollen again. May I have the honor and pleasure of sucking my son's cock?" Mom raised her head up and smiled at me...the same smile I have treasured my whole life.
"I'd love that, Mom!" I said, reaching out and stroking her tear stained face. Mom proceeded to give me the blowjob of a lifetime. She took her sweet time, stretching it out, easing off when I came close to cumming and then resuming. Mom's tongue seemed almost supernatural in its ability to create pleasure. It was my turn to be trembling and sweating as over what seemed to be an eternity, Mom sucked and licked my throbbing dick.
As Mom brought me closer to the point of no return, she whispered, "Would my son and master like to cum on Mommy's face?" I nodded quickly and Mom wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and fluttered her tongue across the top of my cock and then began stroking my shaft as she let me slip free from her mouth. "Cum for Mommy, son. Please, cum for Mommy, my son and master."
And so I did! With a groan, I began cumming, shooting thick ropes of semen into Mom's face, splattering it across her forehead and into her jet black hair, across her nose cheeks and into Mom's hungry, open mouth.
The day went on from there. Mom seemed to quickly come to terms with her new status. We spent the day exercising a few erotic fantasies. I couldn't believe how many erections I was able to muster. In late afternoon, we took a long nap in Mom and Dad's bed, Mom in my arms, wearing nothing but a studded black leather collar that I thought looked good on her and that sexy black widow from the previous Friday.
After we woke up, we talked about the future and Dad and everything. I told her what I wanted to do. Mom made a few suggestions and then we went back to the Play Room to await Dad's arrival home from the office.
When Dad arrived, he found us locked in passion's embrace. Mom's arms were suspended from the A-Frame, she barely able to stand on tip toe and I was fucking her in the ass again from behind, my fingers teasing the clamps attached to her swollen nipples. Mom was wearing a ball gag, which did little to muffle her moans and sobs. My semen leaked from her pussy as well, having just finished depositing my third load of the day in Mom's sweet snatch.
Dad stood in the doorway, mouth gaping open in disbelief. His son covered in well earned fuck sweat and his wife's sweaty, jism smeared body taking her son's cock in the ass.
"There's a new Sheriff in town, Dad, so strip down and put on your slave collar. My Momslut's cunt needs a good licking and you're just the dog to do it!" I snarled.
Dad looked just dumbstruck and said, "Um, what?" as he stared at me pistoning my cock in and out of Mom's ass. "Uh, Victoria, what the hell is going on?"
"Mom's not in charge anymore, dog!" I crowed. "I'M THE MASTER NOW! GET MOVING, YOU FUCKING SLAVE OR MOM WILL BE WEARING YOUR BALLS FOR EARRINGS!" I roared.
Dad shivered and swallowed hard. He turned around and walked back to the Toy Chest, removing his shirt as he went. Over Mom's shoulder, I watched as my father hurriedly stripped off his clothes and put on his regular slave collar. His cock was so hard it slapped against his belly like it probably did when he was a teenager.
He came timidly into the room and with an expression of extreme humility, asked, "Master, do I need to use a cock ring?" He looked at me hopefully.
"Of course, dog....not that you'll be doing much cumming around here anymore." I said with scorn. Dad clamped on the cock ring and then returned to the room. I commanded him to kneel in front of Mom and eat my sperm out of her cunt. With amazement, Dad immediately went to it. Mom moaned and cried and shivered and had orgasm after orgasm, culminating in a monster cum as I gave her what I think was my seventh load of the day!
Exhausted, I pulled out, my cock throbbing with a dull, not unpleasant ache and staggered over and collapsed in the easy chair. "Slave, what are you waiting for? My Momslut has an asshole full of her son's spunk, go clean it out. Don't swallow it, though, she's probably ready for a snack!"
As I watched, Dad hurried around behind Mom and spreading her ass cheeks, buried his nose in her crack as he lapped my spunk out of Mom's butt. Mom continued to shake, barely able to keep on her toes as orgasmic waves of delight rippled through her body.
When Dad finished his tasty chore, I instructed him to remove Mom's ball gag and kiss her, sharing with her my thick, still warm seed. I ordered Dad to release her from her restraints and had her brought over to me. She curled up at my feet, her cum smeared face resting on my thigh. Dad was forced to kneel in front of me as I explained the new way of the world to him.
"I'm the master now. Mom belongs to me, not you. You're the low man on the totem pole, you're sucking hind tit for the rest of your life."
"Yes, my son and master," murmured Dad, his hard on throbbing more than ever.
"My word is law. If I am not here, then Mom is your master and you will continue to obey her every whim."
"Yes, my son and master," replied Dad.
"One last thing, Slave," I said. "There's a change in our sleeping arrangements. I'm moving into the master bedroom with Mom. She needs a firm hand and a large cock all the time."
Dad's jaw clenched a little. He was truly caught in a catch-22. I was taking his wife from him and rubbing his face in it, but his masochistic side really loved it. In a tight voice, Dad replied, "Yes, my son and master. Shall I move myself into your old room?"
I laughed derisively. "No! A proper dog always sleeps at the foot of his master's bed! You will make your bed on the floor of our bedroom where you will always have the privilege of listening to me fuck your wife's brains out every night!" This has been one of Mom's suggestions. She knew it would get Dad's masochistic rocks off.
Dad was shivering with effort now. His cock looked as if it might burst. "In a strangled voice, Dad muttered, "Thank you, my son and master!"
And so our evening ended, Mom and I watching Dad with some amusement as he fixed a little nest at the foot of the bed. I allowed him to take off the cock ring and masturbate while watching me fuck Mom on their bed. My head was swimming as I tried to grapple with the heady rush of the power I suddenly had over my parents. I mean, there we were, Mom spread-eagled on the bed, begging me to fuck her harder while I rammed my cock in and out of her while Dad stood off to one side, stroking his erection.
I commanded him to cum on Mom's face and within a few minutes he did. The sight of Dad's jism dripping off his wife's face was too much for me and I felt my balls tighten and the wonderful sensation of a cum racing up my shaft. I pulled out of Mom and scrambled up to straddle her chest, managing to hold off my own orgasm until I could splatter the meager remnants of my seed in her face (in my wildest masturbation crazes, I'd never cum eight times in one day!) Mom sucked the last drops of my semen from my aching, weary cock and then I ordered Dad to lick her face clean
My first night as lord and master of my parents' household ended with Dad, lying at the foot of the bed in a nest of blankets and pillows, no doubt embarrassed and aroused as Mom and I cuddled up on what used to be his bed, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
The last thing I remember is the sweet sensation of Mom's warm flesh pressing into mine, her long, shapely leg draped across my legs and her thick, furry muff scraping deliciously against my thigh and her lips nuzzling my neck as I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of our future. I dreamed of Mom dominating Dad and myself dominating Mom and all the exciting adventures that were our future.
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