Mom is Son's Slave
It was ten years ago when I first noticed the welts on my mother. Being so young it didn't mean anything to me at the time but I was worried about the obvious injury on her legs, high up on her thighs. So I asked her, "What happened to your legs?"
She just smiled and said, "Oh Timmy, don't be concerned, they are just love marks from Daddy."
Mom handled the incident so deftly that I forgot about it, until a few months later, when I saw them on her again. She reassured me that I need not be worried and once more I put it out of my mind. But the welts kept showing up, only I didn't say anything about them any more.
Then ten years later, a bizarre situation occurred, at that time my mature, eighteen year old body and mind travelled beyond mild and innocent curiosity. I became a changed person overnight.
At eighteen I was a nice kid, got average grades, but I was kind of shy and still a virgin. How embarrassing to admit for an eighteen year old, but then so was my best friend Fred. I'm sure that some would say that we were a couple of losers. We were just shy, not losers.
It was a Saturday night and I had been sick for two days. Although I was feeling better, I decided to go to bed early, and mom seemed happy that I had made that decision. As I slowly went up stairs I heard mom tell dad that tomorrow was Sunday and they wouldn't be able to buy liquor, so he should go get some wine for the Sunday meal. Then, in a low and sultry voice she said, "I'll need some special treatment when you get back." Dad said that he'd be back in a flash.
I closed my bedroom door behind me, but my curiosity was seriously piqued. What did 'special treatment' mean?
I turned out the light in my bedroom, but I was no longer weary. I heard mom's footsteps coming down the hall and stop at my door. She stood there for a long moment before she rapped lightly and said, "Night honey." I waited a moment and mumbled, "Uh huh," as though I was almost asleep. Her footsteps carried her away so I crept to the door to check out the situation.
I waited to be sure that she wasn't still in the hall, then cracked open my door. I gazed up the hall to see that her bedroom door hadn't latched and in fact had opened up a bit, about six inches. Staying in the shadows, I slowly made my way to her doorway, and then peered in.
As I peaked in I could see that she had started to undress. What a sight! I'll remember it as long as I live. Her skirt and blouse were off and as she turned completely toward the door, I took in the full image of my mother in black garter belt, stockings and high heels.
At thirty-eight years of age she was a remarkable beauty. Her breasts were large, full and firm. (At the time I didn't know the difference between a mature woman's bosom and young woman's bosom)
My curiosity had me staring at my mother's big tits without much thought to anything sexual in nature at first, but my interest was powerful none the less. They sat proudly on her chest with a beautiful tan line from her bikini top. As I looked more intently I noted how the weight caused them to sag a little and I could make out some of the blue veins that ran across them. The nipples were an incredible attraction and huge, although I had no sense of what normal should be, they were certainly bigger than any I had seen in a few magazines. Her pendulous breasts were dark tipped, with areola three to four inches across, topped off by her long plump nipples.
She was my mother, and I felt some small guilt at sneaking around to gaze with growing lust at my own dear mom. But I just couldn't help myself; she was a babe. I realized that she looked like some of the women I had seen in an adult magazine that Fred had taken from his dad's office. Mom was every bit as pretty as any of the great looking babes in the magazine and I never thought of it until then, but I had to admit she was a hottie.
I was hiding in the shadows across the hall so mom couldn't see me as I tried to imagine what it would be like to hold those beautiful boobs in my hands and take one of those phenomenal nipples into my mouth.
She sighed and reached to her skimpy panties, bending over to pull them down her long, tan shapely legs. Without fanfare she lifted one foot, then the other and I was suddenly staring at my mother's pussy. I felt a little guilty thinking of it as a pussy but what the hell that's what it was. Mom has full, wavy brown hair on top and, as it became apparent, a sparsely thin covering to the entrance of that most intriguing of all places on the female form, the cunt (God, how I love that word).
The hair was right where mine was except that I had a cock hanging down while she had nothing. I knew there was a hole there but I couldn't see it. I wanted badly to run into the room, yank her legs open and ruffle through the hair until I could find the entrance where you were expected to insert your cock (Fred and I talked a lot about it), but I didn't have the courage and she would have killed me anyway. But I was perfectly satisfied with the show I was getting already.
Mom disappeared into her closet for a minute and came out wearing strange leather bracelets on her wrists and ankles. In her hands she was carrying ropes and some other stuff I had never seen before.
She got up on the end of their king size bed and removed the artificial plant from the hook in the ceiling. Then she hung one of the ropes from the hook and got back down on the floor. Taking another piece of rope, she tied it to the bracelet of her left ankle and then to the leg of the bed. She did the same with her right ankle.
I was both mystified and mesmerized. Here was my mom, in garter belt, stockings and high heels, facing me while her legs were spread wide apart and tied to the bed. I was so naïve. I had no idea at all what was going on, but my curious nature was working overtime.
Mom sat down on the bed and picked up a weird looking contraption. It looked like a dog's collar only it had a red rubber ball right in the middle of it. To my amazement she placed the ball in her mouth and then buckled the collar behind her head. Finally she stood up and, with her arms high over her head, managed to loosely tie both of her wrists to the rope hanging from the ceiling.
"You disappoint me slut. You have ruined a beautiful moment by your vocal response. I'm going to teach you that you must show the proper respect for my fluids."
Grabbing a handful of cunt hair, I lifted her a foot higher. By her shrill scream I knew that she was in the throws of extreme pain. Good! I made my point.
"Don't make that mistake again," I told her. She shook her head 'no'.
"I'm going to remove your gag. When I do, you will not speak. You will open your mouth and stick out your tongue so that I can feed you more of our delicious juices. Do you understand?"
She closed her eyes and hung her head down saying, "Uh huh", through the sponge.
I decided to release her legs first because holding her up was killing me. One leg at a time was untied and slowly let down to the floor. Her painful moans were soon followed by a singsong hum of relief. Then I unbuckled the collar and removed the sponge, now damp with her saliva.
Never taking my eyes from hers, I inserted three fingers into her hot, wet pussy. When I did, mother opened her mouth and offered her tongue. I swirled the fingers around to be sure that I got a good amount on them, and then brought the filthy mess to her face. I held them just under her nose, then placed three fingers on her tongue and worked them over and around to saturate her taste buds.
"Now pull your tongue back in and show me that you appreciate my gift." She moved the pink tongue into her mouth and swirled her jaw around while moaning. "That's much better slut." I did it once more and she responded the same.
I released her from the bookshelf and freed her hands. She rubbed her wrists to regain some feeling, and then dropped them to her sides.
Then I gave mom new instructions. "Put two of your own fingers into your pussy, and then clean them." She squatted down slightly and worked the first two fingers of her right hand up inside of her sloppy cunt. "Mother, how do you like showing me what a nasty slut you are? Be honest." Mom's face was flushed but I didn't know if that was from sex or the embarrassment of performing this act in front of her own son. She didn't say a thing.
"I release you from your bond of silence. Now, answer me!"
Finally mom's first words revealed a little of what was going on in her mind. "I am ashamed of myself. I'm ashamed because I let my kinky sex drive drag my son into my twisted world. I'm ashamed because I enjoyed it so much. I'm ashamed because you enjoyed my slutiness so much. I'm ashamed to have you see me like this. And I'm very ashamed because I am so excited by it that I know I'm going to be the dirtiest, nastiest slave that you could ever want."
I know it sounds crazy, but my heart was soaring. "I love you mother." I paused then commanded, "Place your fingers in you mouth and clean them."
"Yes my darling, wonderful master."
Mother inserted her dirty digits into her mouth and gleefully licked and sucked our mixed juices from her soiled fingers. As she did, I took each of her nipples in my gripping fingers and squeezed, saying, "I have to go study, but you stay down here and clean up the dinner mess. Under no circumstances are you to masturbate or do anything to cum. You are not to cum again without my permission. Do you understand?"
Mom actually looked hurt by my last orders but she shook her head yes while saying, "I understand master, and I shall obey you."
"Good! I'm going to go to bed after I knock out my homework so I probably won't see you until the morning. When I come for my breakfast I expect you to be wearing your high heel shoes and an apron, nothing else."
"Yes master, but don't you want to sleep with me tonight. I mean this is a special night, don't you agree?"
I slapped her hard cross the cheek and said, "On your knees slut, you're going to have to learn not to offer suggestions unless I ask for them." I was afraid that I may have hit mother too hard, but other than a loud moan, she didn't react other than to obey the command.
The belt that I had used before was on the floor by my feet. Picking it up I told her to, "Put your hands behind your back and stick out your tits." Once those huge boobs were thrust forward, I proceeded to whack the hell out of them until mom was begging me to show her mercy.
When I stopped, she was holding her position, but was going through racking sobs just to get her breath. Mother's bosoms were covered with welts from both whippings. Where the strokes had overlapped she had mild abrasions and I was concerned about scarring. I wanted to make my slut obey, but not at the price of disfiguring my mother. Still, I couldn't show weakness at this point. So I dropped the belt and quietly said, "Clean up." Then I dramatically walked out of the room.
At that tender young age, my recovery ability was amazing. By eleven o'clock I was horny as hell. I didn't want to look weak to mom by going back downstairs to screw her one more time, so I jerked off quietly in my bedroom.
This being a master sure had its drawbacks. After having enjoyed the fruit of my mother's loins I found masturbation a very distant second place.
In the morning I went through my new morning ritual, which included selecting mother's clothes for the day. On her bed I laid out a pair of stockings, a garter belt and a matching bra. That would be all she needed. Oh, and of course the high heeled shoes.
In the kitchen I found mom 'slaving' away at the stove, cooking bacon and eggs. I saw a half eaten bowl of fruit at her place on the table, which told me that she was still serious about losing weight.
She heard me come in and looked quickly over her shoulder at me as I entered and greeted me with, "Good morning master. I hope you'll find breakfast to your liking."
She was still facing the stove, but I could plainly see that, other than high heels and an apron, she was totally naked. I knew that I could get used to this very quickly. The site of that gorgeous ass started an interest in some morning action.
As I sat down, mom placed the eggs and bacon on a plate, picked it up and slowly turned around to bring it to me. I almost jumped clean out of the chair. The dog collar was around her neck and the apron that she wore was sheer black and hid nothing.
When she slowly put the plate in front of me I responded, "Jesus Christ you look great. You hot fucking slut."
She looked at me sternly, but when she spoke it didn't sound angry. "Now look here young man, I'm your slut but I'm not ever going to stop being your mother. You'd better not take the Lord's name in vain. You're much to articulate to succumb to that type of demonstrative. You can punish me all you like, but my mother's genes are going jump up and bite you every time that I think it's important."
"Good", I said, "I don't want to lose my mother. But, you'll have to forgive me this once. You caught me off guard when you flashed me in that apron. You look so fabulous I almost came in my pants."
Mom's attitude quickly changed, starting with a wicked little grin. She then lifted her huge hooters in each hand and brought them close to my face, pulling away at the last minute. She pulled the apron over her head and down to her waist then offered her tits to me again.
I kissed the tips of her large nipples with loving affection, and then sucked each one into my mouth, nursing on it like a baby. Mother was moaning low in her throat now, and I brought one hand up along the inside of her thighs. She opened her legs slightly as I continued up until I was stoking the crack of her wet pussy.
In a quiet but firm tone I ordered her to, "Use your fingers to open your cunt for me."
With nothing more than a grunt for a response, my luscious slut mother placed her long delicate fingers inside the folds of her pussy and pulled the lips wide apart. The glistening channel of that beckoning pleasure hole called to my hardening cock. I was staring at my mother's clit for the first time. Like her other feminine parts, it was much larger than you would expect on a woman with such a slender frame.
As I leaned forward Mom realized what I had in mind. She inhaled sharply and whispered to herself, "Oh God...Oh God!...Oh God!." I slowly and gently kissed mom's throbbing clitoris. I then took it into my sucking mouth and surrounded it with my tongue.
I felt so much love for her that I wanted to make this a perfect moment for her. She was obviously very turned on and began panting and moaning loudly when I inserted two fingers into her quaking pussy. She wouldn't last long at this rate so I began to use my tongue on her clit. Back and forth it went, teasing her with the tip against the end of her throbbing nub. But when I tongued the length of her miniature cock, it forced mom into another of her powerful climaxes. Her cries of ecstasy filled the room and her hips fucking my face were threatening to break my neck.
After a few minutes she regained her composure and I ate my breakfast in silence. Finally mom said, "I don't know who taught you to eat pussy but I owe her a huge debt of gratitude. You are good."
I smiled and shot back with, "Maybe I should have her come over from time to time and suck on your cunt when I'm too busy to do it."
"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?" mom said. "Men always seem to have this fantasy of two women getting it on in front of them."
Out of curiosity I asked, "Mother, have you ever gotten it on with another woman? And would you if I commanded?"
"No, I never have Tim. But if my master orders me to, I suppose that I shall have to obey. That would turn you on to see me rolling around with another naked woman, wouldn't it? I just bet you would love to see your mother's tits being squeezed and sucked by another woman. Maybe you would have me on my hands and knees eating her pussy while you pound my cunt from behind with that fine fat cock of yours."
"Mother," I said loudly, "you're the one fantasizing now. But your dirty slut talk has me all worked up. Get over here on your knees and suck my dick."
She moved with her usual grace to a position in front of me. Then she untied the apron hanging at her waist, let it fall to the floor and announced, "I'm going to suck that monster all the way down my throat even if it kills me."
Mom swiftly engulfed my cock in her vacuuming mouth, even before she got her knees to the floor. She massaged my aching balls gently, and then, taking a deep breath through her nostrils, she pushed her face further down the erect tower of my manhood.
Her first attempt was only partially successful. But the next effort rewarded us both, mom with a sense of achievement and me with a new ecstatic experience.
She grabbed both of my hands and placed them behind her head and pushed. I understood immediately. She wanted me to force my cock down her throat. She loved being dominated like this.
As I took over and began ramming into her abused mouth, I was further turned on by the sounds of my dear, sweet, slut of a mother, as she gagged and choked each time I held my prick deep past her tonsils. The sensations exploding through my loins were incredible and I knew that I was going to pop very soon.
I pulled back out of her throat and began rapidly fucking her face until I started to cum. At this point, mother took over by slowing down to an extremely slow pace. This drew out my thunderous orgasm for a much longer period of time.
Vaguely I recall loud and vulgar shouts, which were coming from me. "Suck my dick mommy. Suck it hard now, you fucking slut. Eat it all mom. Swallow every fucking drop of my cum, you filthy whore."
When she had finished vacuuming my cock of every molecule of fluid, she knelt there with my prick slowly deflating, but still in her mouth. I could hardly feel it anymore, so I grabbed her by the hair and, somewhat gently, pulled that beautiful mouth off of my cock.
Gazing down at mom, it became obvious that she was hot as hell. With her eyes closed, she was using one hand to pull on her nipples and the other to massage her clit.
The degree of control that I wanted to have over her was still a way off, and I knew that my domination of her would be jeopardized if I allowed her to play with herself without my permission. Although I must admit that I loved the picture that she was painting for me at the moment, even though I was completely satiated, I had to put a stop to it.
She was really getting into it. I quietly stood and slapped her hard across each side of her face and shouted, "Stop that!"
Her hands fell to her sides, her eyes opened wide in shock borne of disappointment, not pain. She responded with a single short phrase, "Please, I need to cum."
"I didn't tell you that you could, and you didn't ask, so suffer."
"I'll gladly suffer any physical pain you want but, please, don't make me suffer like this. I can't stand it."
"You lack discipline mother. This will actually be good for you. And to further emphasize my control and your obedience, I forbid you to masturbate while I'm at school. You will do your chores, but you must keep your hands off of your horny old cunt. Do you understand slut?"
The look of frustrated desire on that beautiful face, and a long sigh, told me her answer before she gave it to me. "Yes master."
I was very proud of myself and about the progress that I was making with her. I never dreamed that things would move along so swiftly. On the other hand, my game plan was already skewed all out of whack because of the pace of the action, and I realized that I needed to be better prepared for the odd twist of events that could jump up and bite me.
Some planning I had already done. But, now that things were going along rapidly, I realized that I wasn't really as ready to 'train' her as I had dreamed. I mean the nuts and bolts of making it all happen were far more detailed than I originally thought.
For instance, I wanted to use the recreation room in our basement as a training and punishment center. To do this I would need to put eyebolts in the ceiling to hang her from. Screwing her on the sofa or the floor would be fun, but I would still need to bring the mattress down from the spare bedroom so we could enjoy each other on a softer and more spacious playground. I needed more rope and a hundred other little things that I had not considered when all of this was just an erotic fantasy.
The more that I pondered the details, the more concerned I became about my ability to pull this whole thing together. But I had two things going for me. First: mom was already committed to being my slave, and second: I was fiercely determined.
"Slut," I calmly ordered, "follow me to the door as I leave for school. Keep your mouth shut and listen."
As we walked toward the door I gave her an inkling of what was to come.
"When I return home, you will assist me in preparing your training area. But prior to that, you must offer me your tits for torture. I can't imagine a man who wouldn't be turned on by those huge knockers swaying back and forth as they are slapped. I'll be thinking of that all day, and I'll be pretty worked up about it by the time that I get home. So, you had better be prepared to suffer for me because I intend to make you scream."
"It won't always be like this between us, but at first you must demonstrate your willingness to do all that I demand. Do you understand?"
Mother just nodded her head in the affirmative.
Stopping at the front door, I turned and stepped into her. As I pressed my body firmly against hers, crushing her tits into my chest, I reached around behind her head with my left hand and grabbed a bunch of hair.
"Tongue out slut," I commanded with a sneer.
Mother opened her mouth and from those luscious lips came her abused pink tongue. I could see where I had bitten it the night before and I knew that it was probably still sore. With my tongue, I traced a circle around her damaged area, and then gently sucked that warm talented muscle into my mouth.
With my right hand, I gripped mom's cunt lips and twisted harshly. I was pretty sure that the combination of pain and pleasure would be a turn on for her. It damn sure was for me.
She moaned quietly as I briefly abused her but she never uttered another sound, as I withdrew from my assault.
"The weekend will be very difficult for you," I said in a cold and factual manner, "very painful. But a pain loving slut like you will, no doubt, get off many times."
I turned and left her standing there nude, horny and frustrated.
At school, Fred was beside himself. It seems that Beverly approached him and let it be known that she was interested in me. I think he was also more than a little jealous. But, he was happy to tell me the news and insisted on all the details if I got lucky, especially if I got to see her tits.
I asked him exactly what she had said and he couldn't remember the precise wording but basically she felt that I had changed into a more 'grown up guy'.
If I let it, this information would merely add confusion to my incestuous situation at home. So I decided to file it away for later use and focus on the hot piece of ass that was waiting for me at my house.
Throughout the day I began to sort out what I wanted to do and assigned a priority to it. Again dad's instruction for organizing my homework was useful in other projects, like turning my mother into a slut/slave.
Knowing what kind of sexual relationship that mom and dad had been involved in; I felt that dad would understand if he knew. In fact, he would probably be glad that his wife had someone that she could trust to use her in the manner that she enjoyed. I also wanted to believe that he would have been proud that his son turned out to be so much like him, but perhaps not. I didn't think that my father was nearly as kinky as I was.
A classmate, who drove his own car to school every day, was easily bribed to run me over to the hardware store to pick up some needed items. He agreed to take me home after school for a few more bucks. Seems his car really ate the fuel and he needed the gas money.
As a result of the ride home I arrived 30 minutes earlier than usual, but my slut mother was ready and anxiously awaiting my arrival.
She was wearing the chosen outfit of the day, and boy did she ever look great. The bra was busting at the seams and the garter belt and stockings beautifully framed her naked pussy
She slowly and seductively walked toward me and my eyes were instantly drawn to her large, swaying boobs. I knew by now that I was definitely a tit man, and she sure had them and knew how to use them.
I had stopped at the door and allowed her to walk the length of the hall to me. As she got closer I saw that she was wearing the dog collar around her neck. I had forgotten all about it, but she hadn't. Christ almighty what a turn on she was.
Mother moved in close to me, as I had when I had left that morning. Her magnificent tits pressed into my chest and her crotch thrust against my groin.
"Well slut," I started out, "I'm glad to see that you're ready."
Mom gazed up into my eyes, with love and lust, then said, "My tongue for you master."
She tilted her head back and thrust out her tongue for me. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I proceeded to suck it into my mouth and threatened it with my teeth. Mom gave a sharp intake of breath, in anticipation of the pain she thought would be coming. But I had a revelation, and pulled off of her tongue, stopped a few inches from her still open mouth and spit a blob of saliva into it.
She immediately pulled away and turned to spit it out onto the floor.
"Don't you dare do that," I shouted harshly. "That's your master's spit and you must learn to accept it."
Mother froze, and then she slowly turned back to me and made sure that I could see that she was swallowing the goo that I had given her.
"That's better, slut. Now open up again. We're going to try this one more time so that you can start getting used to it."
With obvious reluctance, she offered her mouth to me and I made a large production out of working up a good size volume of slime. I slowly leaned over her mouth; let a long and disgusting string of phlegm run onto her tongue and down her throat.
She closed her mouth, and with a horrible look on that lovely face, she gagged down the wretched mess.
I stood there and said nothing. I wasn't sure what to do next.
Mother looked at me as though she was searching for a clue as to my next command. She stepped back and reached behind her back with both hands, causing her knockers to stick out like two huge, perfectly matched melons. I realized that she was undoing her bra. She let it slide slowly down her arms, allowing her breast to come nakedly to my view.
She tossed the bra aside and, using her fingers and thumbs; she pulled on her nipples so hard that she was lifting the heavy orbs away from her chest as she winced in pain.
"I know that I must suffer the pain of your abuse upon my breasts master. I offer you my bosoms for torture and for your pleasure."
She let the nipples slip away from her fingers, moved her hands under her breasts, lifting them out toward me.
"Please hurt me," was all she said.
I could be theatrical too, I thought. So I slowly removed the belt from my jeans and wrapped the buckle end around my right hand a few turns. I was too close to get a good swing, so I stepped back a little, looked down at the floor briefly and raised my belted hand high over my head. I brought it down hard and fast onto her left tit.
Mom screamed through gritted teeth, but never backed away as I raised my hand again. This time her right boob was the victim of another vicious blow; and this brought a second scream through clenched teeth.
Her eyes were closed. "Open your eyes, slut, I want you to see the pain coming."
"Yes master," her eyes now open to witness the instrument of her torture on the way again. She was unable to stifle a cry out this time. A steady rain of leather fell upon her tender breasts and with each stroke rendered, a shriek of pain exploded from her lips; but she never backed away. My gorgeous mother-slut took all that I had to dish out.
No wonder that my dad had been so awed by her. She could and would do anything that her man wanted of her.
At this time I could not care less about her passion, but mine was at the boiling point. I grabbed her by the right nipple and pulled her across the hall. Mom winced in pain but followed docilely. Once in the den, with no words spoken between us, I bent her forward over the back of the large lounge chair.
The only sound she made occurred when I pulled down my zipper; she moaned. Otherwise, she stayed in place as I prepared to fuck her.
I thought of myself as raping her, which was heady stuff for me then. But, in truth, she was almost impossible to molest because she so loved the abuse.
With cock in hand, I bent my legs slightly and pushed the head of my throbbing prick against her wet pussy. It went in so easily I felt as though I was falling into a hot bottomless pit. I started immediately to pump in and out, like a dog. My excitement had me quickly on the edge of cumming, but I didn't want to cum this fast.
Using what shaky willpower I had left, I slowed down. It was only then I realized that mom was getting off big time. My slowing down to keep me from shooting simply enhanced and drew out her pleasure. This kind of pissed me off.
After she had climaxed, I told her, "You selfish fucking slut, you got off but did nothing to help your master. You really are a shameless whore, aren't you mommy. Tell me what a dirty, scummy bitch you are. And keep telling me until I blow my nuts in your cunt."
"I apologize master. Your slut was very selfish and inconsiderate, but you excited me so much, I couldn't help myself. I'm such a dirty old whore. I enjoy being an obedient slave for my master-son. I'll do anything to please you, my darling."
"Nasty, you dumb fucking slut", I screamed, as I pumped away at her steaming pussy.
"I guess I am a dirty, nasty bitch. I've never really been able to cut loose before, not even with your father, not like I do with you. For some reason, I really get off on being used by you. You actually enjoy degrading me, and I love it so much. So treat me like a slut. Torture me to your hearts delight. Cum in me, cum on me, spit on me, piss on me, because I love it. I want to wallow in sex."
"Do you want me to suck you off at school? I'll do it! Do you want me to fuck Fred? I'll do it! Do you want me to put on a sex show with lots of other people? I'll do it! Do you want me to eat your cum out of another woman's pussy? I'll do it!"
The mind pictures that she was painting for me were more than enough to throw me into another huge climax. I was screaming obscenities at her and blowing my hot, sticky jizz into mom's clutching cunt. I realized a few moments later that she had cum again. Damn she was insatiable.
We both lay still and speechless for two or three minutes. As I regained my composure, I decided not to say a word about all of the things that she said that she would do at my command. I filed them away for future reference. There was no doubt in my mind that I would be reminding her of these statements at a later time.
By now my cock had slipped out of her runny, wet cunt. I grabbed a handful of her long brown hair and pulled her to her feet. I used my grip to twist her around so that she was facing me. When I let go of her hair, she showed obvious relief.
I struck my mother's right cheek, with all of the force that I could muster. She screamed and went crashing to the floor.
"Get up slut," was all that I said.
She rose to her feet and stood facing me. The side of mom's face was bright red, as though it were on fire. I slammed another vicious open handed blow on the other side of her lovely face.
"Do you know why I'm beating you? I'm doing it because you were supposed to get me off, not yourself you fucking piece of shit."
Through tears and sobs she said, "I'm sorry, master. I can't seem to help myself. You turn me on so much. I know that I deserve to be punished severely and I'll submit to anything that you command."
Ten minutes later mom found herself bound at the wrists and hanging from a water pipe in the unfinished part of the basement. I decided to leave the garter belt, stockings and high heels on her. I just loved the way her gorgeous pussy was highlighted by these garments.
"You will suffer for me now. Being as you are such a nymphomaniac slut, I suspect that you'll get excited. However, I'll allow you no pleasure."
Mother didn't reply. She stared at me glassy eyed and breathing deeply. It occurred to me that she was in another zone and didn't really understand what I was saying.
Having done some preparation in advance, I picked up a wooden rod that I had cut to a 32" length and screwed in metal eyelets at each end. With shorts pieces of clothes line, I tied my mother's ankles to each end, thereby spreading her legs just far enough apart to let her maintain her balance, but not able to protect her hairy loins from attack.
I was determined to have her obey me. I was still very young, but I knew enough to realize that I had become a tool for her lust. That didn't serve my needs and there was a lot more to it than that, but I didn't think it through until the next day.
In the mean time, I was going to work her over but good; and I would be sure not to let her get off on all of the abuse. With one of the medium width belts in hand, I proceeded to whip her huge knockers. I wasn't turned on but I loved seeing them bounce when I hit them and I loved hearing her cry of pain each time that I landed a blow. 'God help me' I thought 'I do love this.'
At first mom just yelled as each stroke blistered her tits. This gave way to screams and pleas for mercy. Then she was begging me to fuck her. She promised all sorts of weird behavior if only I would, 'Ram my cock into her pussy'. She would crawl the length of the floor and suck my dick, or lick and clean my feet, sucking each toe, or kneel at my feet and have me piss all over her, then drink the rest of it.
The belt was falling on her back, ass and legs now. Her screams had subsided to horse prayers for any type of sexual release, but they went unanswered.
Finally, I ceased the assault and threw the belt aside. Mother's head hung down with her chin resting on her breastbone and through quiet sobs she asked, "What do you want of me?"
It struck me then that this was the first time, since I returned home from school, that she had shown any interest in knowing what I wanted. This was a start, I thought. Perhaps from here she would be trainable. Yet, I was going to make absolutely sure that she was ready to serve my selfish desires first, and then her own could be addressed.
I slowly went to my small pile of belts and picked out a very narrow one. This would leave some vicious marks on her for several days but I was convinced that it was necessary. I swung it swiftly thru the air in front of her a few times, to let her see that the new instrument of torture was a more serious threat to her beautiful body.
"Oh God," was her frightened response.
"You must learn to take care of my needs first. Such will be the nature of the relationship that I want between us. What I demand right now is to see you suffer for not attending to your master's desire before your own. Offer me your cunt."
"Please not this Tim, I'm still sore from last night," she said. "I'll do better from now on; I promise." But as she spoke the words she was moving her hips forward and spreading her thighs apart, leaving only the sparse thin hairs of her pussy to protect her most sensitive area. I don't think that she even realized that she was doing it.
I did not say a word. I walked in front of her and stopped just at her right side. This placement allowed me to use my right hand to strike the first blow as I spun around quickly and caught her by surprise.
The belt crashed onto the soft, tender flesh of her right cunt lip. Mom's high-pitched scream told me that she would be receiving no pleasure from me this time. The ugly, red welt now swelling on her loins had not broken the skin, so I had a good idea as to how hard I could hit her.
Whenever I went along slowly with mother, she seemed to get aroused much more easily; so I decided to try going faster to gauge her reaction. I began whipping that luscious cunt with a vengeance. Her screams for mercy were immediate and frequent and I must admit that I was tempted to go a little lighter, but I knew that if ever I was going to have true control of her, I would have to apply strict discipline. Thus, the wickedly thin belt continued to rip at my mother's dancing pussy, for a few more strokes.
"Are you ready to obey me?"
She hung there, sobbing loudly, with tears flowing down her cheeks and falling on her fat tits. I was filled with guilt, and a desire to plunge my raging hard cock into her swollen cunt. But I resisted the powerful urge in favor of a wiser course of action.
"Oh God, Tim, how could you do this to me?"
I quickly fired a two more blows to her abused crotch and stopped abruptly.
"Are you ready to obey me?"
In a whimpering whisper she said, "Yes master."
"Push out your cunt. Offer it to me again."
She moaned deeply, almost a wail; yet she painfully thrust her hips forward without comment.
I gave her two short, but stout lashes at her vulnerable pussy. Her screams were not as loud as they had been, but there was a depth of feeling to them that spoke of mom's resignation to her suffering.
The belt weighed heavily in my fist and I threw it to the floor. I leaned down and kissed mother softly on the lips and went upstairs, turning off the light as I departed. She was left to suffer in the dark and hopefully to ponder her fate if she accepted my desire for her servitude.
For an hour or so I thought about what I had done to my mother. I was feeling guilty on the one hand and pleased as hell on the other. The word 'Paradox' crossed my mind several times as I tried to reason things out. The bottom line was that my cock was much stronger than my morals, so I knew that I would continue to abuse and fuck my own mother for my own selfish pleasure. If she enjoyed it, and I knew that she did, then all the better for both of us.
Having rationalized myself into a good mood, I went bouncing downstairs to the 'Torture Chamber'. I turned on the lights, and As I walked up to mom she raised her hanging head and said, "We may have a problem because I don't know if I can move."
I surveyed the damage that I had perpetrated upon her. There were welts everywhere, on her back, tummy, thighs and all over her tits. But her pussy was a disaster. It had swollen to twice its normal size and I had broken the skin in a few places, leaving blood that had dried to crusty hardness.
Setting aside another pang of guilt, I untied her ankles from the bar, with much moaning and some cursing from mom. Then I released her arms from the rope above her and caught her before she collapsed to the floor.
I helped her upstairs. She just wanted to lie down on the sofa, but I insisted that we get her into her own bed, so that she could stretch out better. This was a bit more difficult than I anticipated but we managed.
Mom thanked me and asked that I not require her to put her legs together, as she lay on her back, because it would be too painful. At this point in time I was more worried about how much damage I may have caused than getting off on watching her suffer.
I ran down to the kitchen and wrapped some crushed ice in a towel. When I returned, leaping two steps at a time, I gently laid the ice pack on her swollen cunt. Between oohs and aahs, she thanked me.
"I'm going to let you rest for a little while. But you had better be ready for more action when your master returns. Understand?"
Mother looked at me in fear. It was the first time that I had seen that reaction from her.
"I'll try," she said.
"You'll suck and you'll fuck when I command you to." I spun on my heels and quickly left the room in order to avoid an argument.
This hadn't gone exactly as planned, but in some respects it had been more than I could have hoped for. I mean, she might have changed her mind altogether. Now, at least, I knew for sure that mother wanted and needed to be dominated and abused by a strong male figure, and that she accepted me as that person. However, want is not the same as need. One can need something, but not want it. She was a pain slut through and through.
Her badly bruised pussy caused me to change my plans a little. I was going to hog-tie her in the basement tonight, but I opted for something less uncomfortable. She would have to be restrained, of course, but it would be in her bedroom. I gathered up what I needed and quietly went upstairs.
I peeked in by the corner of mom's bedroom door and saw that she was carefully examining her ravaged loins. She was poking around at the entrance to her pussy and moaning as she did. It looked horrible. The entire area was enlarged to a gigantic, puffy ball with her slit down the middle and welts with tiny blood marks. Even her upper thighs showed abuse where my aim had gone bad.
She suddenly realized that I was looking at her and said, "It's not as bad as it looks. I'll live to suffer for your pleasure again."
I said nothing, but held up my fist full of ropes for her to see and walked to the side of the bed.
"How would you like me master," she whispered with resignation, as she held out her hands together at the wrist.
Having thought of this before, I knew that her cannonball bed would be perfect for bondage. I tied each wrist and ankle to a corner post, leaving her spread eagled, but with some slack on the leg ropes, out of sympathy for her wounded condition.
I then applied an antibiotic ointment to her damaged pussy. It contained benzocaine, which is an anesthetic, to sooth her pain. She moaned a little at first, but as the solution worked into her flesh, she sighed with obvious relief.
Mother's suffering and submissiveness had my cock throbbing again. She was a vision of beauty, stretched out before me and mine to take as I wished. And all this of her own free will.
I slipped off my trousers and knelt on the bed by her head. Taking a handful of her hair, I gently steered mom's lips to my throbbing cock. She accepted my prick with a lack of enthusiasm, but set to her task with the skill of a professional.
It was not a massive orgasm, but still, it was very satisfying for the effort that she put into it considering that she wasn't turned on at all. She swallowed every drop and sucked my limp prick until she was sure that she had every bit of it.
After I stood up, I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips and said, "I love you slut," then turned out the light and quietly left the room.
Although it wasn't very late, I was rather tired so I went to bed earlier than normal. As I lay there, I replayed the evening's events in my mind and came to a conclusion that should have been obvious to me earlier. Reality is not fantasy.
I had seen many pictures and stories on the Internet that aroused me, but the image of a model, fully made-up and in bondage, being beaten with a real whip, just wasn't real. I mean that a whip would rip the skin and flesh from her bones with only a few strokes.
The stories of heinous torture on poor submissive women, who became wild with passion, just didn't play out in real life.
Now, that's not to say that my mother wasn't a pain-loving slut. But clearly I would need to exercise greater care in the application of my abuse of her. I did love her, and I did not wish to be the source of some major mutilation or permanent damage to her.
I must admit, however, that I did find the thought of piercing her in a few places very stimulating. I imagined that the sight of those large pendulous tits, with big gold rings through the nipples, would be a huge turn on for me. Maybe a couple of rings around her pussy would be a visual rewarding sight, as well.
Wondering if that would be a turn on for mom, I decided to subtly drop the suggestion and see what her reaction to that would be.
I fell asleep to visions of my slut mother holding up her breasts for me, as I pierced each nipple and inserted rings.
The first rays of sunlight slowly brought me out of a deep and pleasant sleep. I had become tangled in my sheet and as I untied myself, I realized that I had not covered my bound mother. Fortunately, the temperature was set just right for nude comfort, so I knew that she was OK.
I got up, slipped into a pair of boxers and walked into mom's bedroom. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
It was with relief that I saw that her swollen cunt had recovered substantially; perhaps not completely, but now I could tell that she would be all right. The swelling was all but gone and the marks remaining were those where the skin had been broken. Even those didn't look too bad.
As I began to untie the ropes from her wrists and ankles, her eyes fluttered and she looked up at me with recognition and smiled.
"Well," she said, "I guess I better not piss off my master anymore. But maybe it's a good thing that you know what a horny old slut I am. I simply loved last night. I suppose sometimes I'll need to be really hurt, in order to bring me back to my senses."
"You will be glad to know that I woke up in the middle of the night and was thinking of all that we did. I got so hot that I just had to masturbate, but I couldn't. My master had prevented me from doing that. I wanted to call out for you to come in here and hurt me, then fuck my brains out. But I knew that my master was sleeping, so I suffered silently. In a way, it was its own sweet agony."
She rubbed her wrists and ankles as they, one by one, became free. Then, gently touching her pussy, testing it really, she said, "It's not in bad shape. It's still sore, but it's fuckable." Then she looked up at me again and smiled with a proud grin.
I felt then, as I would many times in the future, that I didn't really know which one of us was running this operation. She was such a delectable piece of ass and so deliciously wicked at times that I thought perhaps she had cast a spell over me. But it didn't matter. She was willing to do what ever I ordered and that was good enough to make me extremely happy.
But still, I just couldn't let her get away with being so smug. I knocked her hand away from her pussy and cupped it with my own. As I gently caressed the inviting soft mound, she raised her hips and spread her legs for me. Then I began to squeeze harder and harder. At first mom just winced a little, but finally I got the kind of reaction that I was looking for.
"Oh God that hurts. It really hurts me Tim," she yelled out.