Hi, I have never regarded myself as a bit of a dummy, even if I was! A person that can be somehow led by the nose, fooled and conned. I had always been a bit of a follower, when people, even in school suggested something I always got roped in. I used to get into trouble because of it too, but adults soon understood that, while I wasn’t aware of me, they were.
But I was like a sponge, I took everything in and I fell for what happened so easily it was untrue. But I have to say that I am now quite happy that I was, but I was definitely not happy at the time. I was not happy with myself for letting it happen as easily as it did, that I allowed myself to be completely fooled the way I was. And also that I never even suspected what was about to occur, and I went into it with my eyes wide open and my brain closed down. But events since have convinced me so much that I am totally comfortable with my new position, which is spending much time under him, at his bidding, in fact, I love it now.
My name is Kendra Lymon, I am forty years old, and recently separated from my husband. He left me and I couldn’t have been happier when he did, it gave me back my freedom from a worthless and useless man. Why didn’t I leave him I hear you ask? The reason was Simon, my son; I spent my life on him, loving him with all my heart and guarding him against his deadbeat father, a father who was a dad in name only.
He hardly ever did things that come naturally to a loving dad with his boy. I have no idea why, he just never bonded with him, I could see in his little eyes that he would be heartbroken sometimes when all his friends and their dads did things, and he had to be taken and supported by his mum. His embarrassment was there for all to see. He loves me I know he does, but a boy needs his dad.
I sort of ended up hating my husband for it, so even when Simon was a baby, I took an early decision that we would never have another child. I gave everything I had to Simon, I left nothing behind, he was my sole focus in life. My husband and I did all the social things, but we went our separate ways eventually, especially in bed. I also resolved myself to getting rid of him when Simon became old enough to bear the turmoil.
But my husband beat me to the punch, he left me! He actually told me he had waited for Simon to grow up so he could! Dumbstruck? You can put your house on that. I nearly died with laughter, and complete relief. We were, or are fairly well off, he has a good job, we had no mortgage, and a sizeable bank account, which I made sure I got a hold of and not him, I refused to even halve it, telling him to take me to court, if he dared.
I immediately got myself a small job which paid our bills and life was good from the off. Simon seemed to change over night after his dad left, I was so happy for him too that his dad had gone from our lives. He seemed to grow up overnight, from a shy well mannered boy into a confidant young man. He became more assertive, and took more of a charge of his life. I was amazed and more than delighted by him to say the least.
We became even closer, the bond got stronger even though I had believed it never could have. Just about everything we did was done with the other in mind; we talked more and more as consenting adults instead of mother and son. I had a make over, changed my hair, different dress sense, younger, more out going, I was a brand new me!
Simon told me he loved my hair style, It was bouncy, light and short, I had a fluffy fringe, my hair shrouded my face, he cupped my head one day and ruffled it, saying.
“Mum you are just too beautiful, I love you,” then he kissed me lightly on the lips. I melted, my son was so grown up now instead of the shy boy he had always been.
I am about 5ft 7″ and weigh around 115lbs, my hair is a natural dark brown, its lovely, and my new style suited its texture perfectly. I have a nice pretty face, my eyes are gorgeous even though I do say so myself. My nose doesn’t have any serious bumps in it, and my lips are full and symmetrical. I know I can look good when I make the effort, and my body is good too, full and rounded. I think I have good legs and am not afraid to wear a bikini on holiday.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t thinking anything sexual when we hugged, and he wasn’t giving off those signs either, yet! But we did hug and enjoy the nearness of each other. We even went out on dates sometimes if he was at a loose end, or if he had finished with a girl I stepped in, or he stepped in. But I do remember feeling pangs of jealousy sometimes when ever he went out with a girl.
I have to confess I sometimes felt his hardness against me when we hugged, I’m sure it was in all innocence, I mean, young men are constantly erected aren’t they at the drop of a hat! Even I knew that, it’s a part of growing up wasn’t it.
But what led me into where I am now was as innocuous as anything could be. He told me later he had planned it, well I suppose it must have been in his head, but for it to have happened the way it did must have been near spontaneous. We had booked to go on a weekend away, and included in the deal was a gala dinner.
I wanted a new wardrobe for it and had an irrepressible urge to have a stole, or a jacket stole, imitation fur. Simon came with me to find one, I wanted his opinion, and off we went. It took and age to find what I wanted and Simon bless him, put up with it. I bought it, and it was perfect for the long, sleeveless, and plunging, front and back evening gown I had previously bought.
We returned home, I tried the jacket on again; it is a silver and beautiful imitation fox fur, short at the back, ¾ sleeved, and with an upturned collar. It didn’t look right with what I had on the time, but I would match it with my dress later, sure in the knowledge that I would look great.
Later that day, it was a Saturday about six in the afternoon; he called me into the sitting room. I asked him what he wanted and he told me he wanted to see me in my jacket again, he had a camera in his hands so I assumed he wanted to photograph me. I went and got it, came back and tried it on.
He checked me out and said.
“Mum you are going to look fabulous next week, the most beautiful woman there, no doubt,” he told me. I beamed with pride and we hugged again.
I didn’t know it but I was about to become my sons lover, he was going to take me, and there would be nothing in this world that I could do to stop or resist it. Miss Gullible that was me hey? I was about to be led by the nose again. I tend to see the best in people even when there isn’t much to see, but that of course didn’t apply to Simon, oh no. I believe things they tell me and I pay the price for my naïveté, and that’s what happened today with Simon.
We have a large leather sofa in the sitting room, and one large leather chair, I was more or less at the back of the sofa. I never suspected that he had engineered my placing.
“Hold your arms up mum,” he asked, I did. “Now down at your side,” I did. “Now slightly behind you,” again I did. “Hold it there,” he told me, I did. He went around the sofa, took hold of my arms and said, “Hmmmm?”
“Is something wrong babe?” I asked him.
“No mum not a thing, just keep that position a moment please,” he replied, I felt him fiddling on my bare lower arms but never questioned him, typical of me that, take what’s going and ask questions later.
“Keep still mum, and don’t move okay?” I did as he asked my hands were resting lightly on the top back of the sofa now but slightly behind me. He walked to the front of me again and dropped to his knees, this caught my attention.
“What’s going on Simon, what are you doing?” I asked but I wasn’t concerned in any way. I felt him move my left foot over a little, then he moved my right one the other way, again more fiddling ensued and I stood there like a tailor’s dummy. He stood up, put his hands on my waist, lifted me, and then sort of half sat me on the back of the sofa.
I giggled and said, “What are you up to Simon, come on spill it, I know you when you think you are being crafty.” What I didn’t know was that he had already been crafty. Now he reached behind me, his body was almost tight to mine and I felt the unmistakable hardness of him on me. I felt my arms being tugged gently backwards, my hands left their resting place at my sides, and it was then I felt my ankles being gripped by something.
I began to realise that I had been tricked, I still didn’t understand, or even think of what he was up to, or even what he was about to do, and that was me! The packed leather cushion atop of the sofa was comfortable, I was balanced on it, my ass forming a fulcrum, my body balanced itself on my ass. I suppose; neither my arms nor legs were pulling me against the other.
“Simon what are you doing?” I knew I was now tied to and over the top of my sofa for some reason. Do you see now why I never suspected anything, I had been truly conned and fooled by his actions. I still had no idea what his intentions were, nothing, zip, nada, a big fat zero! But I do know an unexpected thrill ran through me. I knew Simon would never hurt me, I trusted him completely. I remember thinking he wanted to play a game, some game hey?
So I just sat there stupidly, but also because of one other major factor in my life that no one on earth knew about except my now defunct husband. I had always wanted to try some bondage in one form or another. The thought of being tied up and ravaged by my then spouse had always been a turn on, but never fulfilled. And I had had thoughts of me tying him to the bed and mercilessly teasing him before I screwed him. I had imagined many scenarios over the years. I did get him to try it one night, but he gave up halfway, much to my disappointment, saying.
“This is stupid Kendra, it doesn’t do it for me,” he untied me, rolled over and went to sleep and that was the nearest I had ever got to it. Now here I was on the back of my own sofa and I was there because my own nineteen year old son had done it. He had engineered my dream without knowing it, hence the unbidden thrill rolling through me.
But I knew I couldn’t let it happen, it was wrong, I don’t know about the legality of such actions, but I just felt it was out of order and couldn’t happen. But of course I was wrong on three counts.
1) Simon had already got me.
2) I wasn’t in control, even though that thought hadn’t made an entrance into my head yet.
3) Was when he went behind me again and put a blindfold on, and I suddenly knew there was something not quite right in front of me. The thrill got greater, it prevented me from thinking about the now, and more on the past times I had wanted this!
“Simon, what on earth do you think you are doing darling?” I still hadn’t understood that he was going to take me, use me, and wonderfully abuse me, his own loving mother. He kissed me on the lips. I obviously didn’t see it coming, and the surprise made me accept it. He held it for a few moments, and that’s when he felt me, he cupped both of my sensitive breasts.
“Simon!” I gasped, “Stop that, you shouldn’t do that to me, I’m your mother, or have you forgotten that.” I hadn’t even tried to get free because I hadn’t thought of that yet either. But when I did I soon found out I had no where to go. My movements were restricted to swaying slightly about on my ass. I tried to slide off the edge of my sofa but I just never moved at all. I couldn’t get my hands on it to push myself away, and my feet were off the floor so I couldn’t lift myself up off the sofa. And when my arms tightened, my legs swung up a little and the same happened when my legs tightened too.
I felt him fumbling with my blouse, and I soon knew he was undoing the buttons; he pushed it off my shoulders along with my new jacket. I felt them both slide down my arms at the back of me.
“Simon, stop this right now, please?” I said, and I’m sure it must have sounded very unconvincing, his reply confirmed it.
“Sorry mum, this is my, our destiny, and I’m not about to let you not even meet it at least once,” he said. What that meant became clear very quickly.
I felt my skirt moving, then I heard snip snip snip, it wasn’t until I felt something cold on my tummy and the tension of my skirt going away from around my stomach that I realised he had scissored it off me. Then I felt my thong go too, more snip snip snips and my bra was no more. Again I demanded him to behave himself, and tried to get of the sofa, hah, fat chance there.
I ‘looked’ at myself through my minds eye; I was tipped at about twenty degrees or so back over the sofa, my hands tied apart but behind me. My feet were swinging in mid air and tied to the feet of the sofa. But I was trapped, tied backwards over it and helpless, but it was my son who had trapped me. Now I actually guessed what was about to happen, what he was about to do.
I heard him shuffling in front of me, he was removing his clothes, I knew it. I was picturing him stood naked in front of me, his hard on sticking straight out and pointing at me. I found my voice then.
“Simon please stop darling, I love you, you know I do, please let’s just talk baby before something happens okay?”
He answered me by taking my nipples in between his fingers, I again of course never saw him reaching for them, it wasn’t until they exploded that I knew he had got them both. And they did untold damage to me and my resistance. He lips collected mine; I couldn’t turn away because I never saw it coming. He kissed me again; I felt his prick jabbing into me.
“Simon,” I bleated once or twice. The thrill of being tied up by a man and simply taken was appearing in my head. I was entering a world of bondage that I had wanted to enter and also occupy for many years, or at least try to occupy for many years, was actually taking place, it was happening.
My body began to tingle all over, I had only ever had this once, and that was in the failed attempt at this with my then husband. I know I should have protested loud and long. I may have, but I can’t remember if I did. Suddenly Simon was gone, I wondered where he was. Then he was back, but it was his mouth that got me, he connected with my brain and my body immediately because he had fastened his lips to my spread legged pussy.
I felt his fingers open me up, gently tug me apart, then his tongue drove in and I went over the wall. I yelped I know I did, he lapped and sucked me almost viciously. His tongue ploughed a path up my slit from bottom to top. He sucked me right into his mouth, I could feel my flesh being covered by his lips, the tip of his tongue found my little nub and I blew. He made me cum just like that. I exploded unceremoniously; I heard my self say to someone, anyone, him, I don’t know.
“Oh Simon, no, oh please Simon, oh god oh oh oh oh, Hmmmm!”
But now it was too late, he must have known what he had done to me, even if he had no idea that this was his way into me always from now on. He had to know he had made me cum for him, that the orgasm I had just had was cataclysmic in proportion. He kept up his onslaught, his attack it was unremitting, I came many times. I tried naturally to squeeze my legs together to close my twat, I had not a chance in hell of stopping him! My ass even tried to hump at him, I couldn’t help it.
And the extreme thrill of being helpless mounted and mounted, my fantasy was being made; it was being enacted in a way I could only have ever dreamed of. I was actually being taken against me and my fevered will. But, and this was more to the point, I was beginning to love it. My son had unknowingly uncovered my secret dream, my inner desire to be made into a man’s sex slave. And I knew with a fast growing concrete certainty it was going to be better than I could ever have hoped for in the distant past.
I began to shiver, I still begged him not to, but the protest was getting weaker and weaker and much less in frequency. His tongue lashed up and down my slit, the only thing I could even try to do was hump my ass every time he passed over my little man. And that was more to do with him than me.
I of course didn’t see his fingers leaving me, I was open for business, my upper thighs attempting to give him all the help he might have needed to keep me up the rigging. He didn’t need to keep me apart for him any more. His fingers grounded once again on my nipples, they took ownership straight away, they got squeezed and rolled, I gasped in surprise and immediate further arousal, how far would he be able to make go?
Between his tongue, his fingers, and of course my entrapment, my bound situation, roped hands and feet. My body was his to use and abuse, and that’s where my mind was going now, it was joining hands with his, and taking me to where I wanted to go, asked now or not, I was going, end of!
I remember yanking hard on my binds, I needed to feel the pain, the tightness, the utter knowledge that I was a prisoner to this boys love, my own son’s desires, and his wants. Mine were of no consequence to him.
I told myself. “You have been subjugated, taken and are being used just as you have always wanted Kendra.”
An explosion bombed through me, another huge climax had detonated, it had been unexpected because I had been ‘talking’ to myself. I heard the cry, the ‘Oooooh, Oh Oh Oh Arggggh, Hmmmm, Grrrrr oh Simon, oh Simon Hmmmmm.” I was flying, my son was having his way with me and I was glorying in it.
It would never have happened, (I don’t think) in a natural way, I would have rebuffed him if he had tried a conventional seduction, but there was no way on earth I was being given any sort of a chance at that. He had got me, fooled me, conned me, and now he was taking me. But I would have bet that he still didn’t know what he had unwrapped.
Suddenly he was gone, he was no longer in contact with me, I was still floating off somewhere and drifting slowly downwards to mother earth. Then he struck, he was right on me, and his prick drove into me at what felt like the speed of light, his arms around my lower waist and he rammed every bit of breath in my body out in a loud whoosh. I was as full as I had ever been, he seemed bigger than his dad, but that could have been from my position.
I didn’t care, I was getting what I had wanted and had yearned for all these years. I was an untapped reservoir of sexual bondaged deviancy, to be a captive sex slave to a dominant man, the fact that this ‘man’ was my nineteen year old son made not one iota of difference to my body’s needs. All I wanted now was to be used, abused and fucked fair and square into the hole I wanted to be fucked into.
And Simon was doing just that, he rammed and rammed me, his hips were slamming into my immovable ones, crash, crash, crash he went, “humph, humph, humph,” I went. It was the most thrilling sex I had ever had, although I wasn’t actually ‘having’ it. I was being made to have it, and I now welcomed it whole heartedly, it was all I had ever imagined bondage sex to be, and all I had ever wanted it to be. I wouldn’t have to be tricked again that was for certain. I would be Simon’s sex toy, fuck toy, slave and whatever else he would ever want me to be, and no questions asked.
I had gone from a loving mother to a sex toy/slave in a matter of minutes, or so it seemed. Life has many twists and turns but now I was in my life’s place, where I had longed to be, or try to be and I was here now because of my loving wonderful son. Any thoughts of ‘wrongdoing’ would never again enter my head, he had me, I was where I wanted to be, and would go where he decided to take me.
But that’s for later, especially when we went on holiday, right now I wanted to be wonderfully and horribly, nastily degraded, used and abused sexually, even pain wasn’t off the agenda, though serious pain wasn’t on my particular menu. One other factor remains, for as long as I can remember I had wanted somehow to feel control. I loved my daddy, I was scared to death of him but I loved him so. One look from him had me quivering in my boots and obeying his every word.
I know it wasn’t a sexual feeling but it stayed with me always, the need for someone to lead me, rather than I do the leading. Failing with my husband had left my ship without the rudder I needed. I was beginning to really understand that this was an essential part of my make up.
So while a tiny piece of my mind was trying to rebel and stop my son, or it had been a few minutes ago, my other part was rejoicing and welcoming my submission to a more dominant personality, and lo and behold, that person was my son, and we live together, how good is that?
I felt my mind cave in to what was happening; it seemed to sink over the horizon of sensibility, of reasoning and even morality. But did I care now? No, I did not; I had moments ago, but the combination of being fooled into this, his blindfolding of me, his talented use of my explosively sensitive nipples, his kissing of me, his murderous tongue lashing of my pussy and clit. My mind reeling from all of that to the now sumptuous feeling of hot hard flesh raiding my body, pussy and mind.
The only thing I could do was hang my head, I had no defence, I was as comfortable as my position on the sofa allowed, but even the bonds digging into my wrists and ankles added to the sense of my utter fulfilment, my humbling to my son. But it was the cock in me that had turned me, controlled me, forced the acceptance that I had at last been tied up, taken, and was being abused as I had imagined that this was the way it would happen, if it ever did. And now I had been, I had been conquered by another man, my son!
My whole being centred now on the hot steel bar of flesh rummaging in my honey pot, that my son was fucking. I was receiving from him hidden wishes I had harboured for all these years. My helpless subjection, my submission to this consumed me, I came again, how many more times would I cum before it was over. I had rarely had more than one orgasm in my life, now Simon had got several from me all in the space of minutes.
I realised my head was hung backwards, I was gasping for breath, but I was doing no exertions, no exercise, it was because of my position, my capture. My heart was beating like a drum, my stomach was doing somersaults, my pussy was on fire, I could feel my cum running, sliding down my thighs.
Then I heard a scream, a voice, it was ragged, hoarse, guttural.
“Yes yes yes, oh my sweet Jesus yes, oh God please help meeeeee, Hmmmmm, argggh oh yes, oh Simon, ohhhhhh.” I think I had a triple orgasm or maybe even more I don’t know, one on top of the other, it ripped me apart. I didn’t know it right then but the world had gone black. I had passed out with sublime emotion.
I saw the light behind my eye lids, I wasn’t sure where I was, even who I was. I opened them thinking I had had a wonderful nightmare, I was in my bedroom laid flat on my back.
“Where am I?” I asked myself, I groggily lifted my head, I was tucked up under the duvet, and I could feel my nakedness. I attempted to roll over to get up but my arms didn’t work, they didn’t go where I subconsciously commanded them to.
I couldn’t understand that, I lifted them, they stayed by my sides, I kicked my feet, they worked okay, so what was wrong with my arms? I pulled them and felt the restrictions at my wrists. I managed to part roll over and slip sideways and there it was, the reason I couldn’t lift them. There was rope attached to each one and now I could feel it in my back as I lay on it.
I lay there like some washed up fish on the beach trying to gather my thoughts, “why was I like this, what’s happened?” I shook my head and then the first glimmer of what had transpired started clearing the fog in my head. Simon! He had been there, No, he had done me, he had got me, bamboozled me. I had been tied to my own sofa and he had taken me, used me, and fucked me, my pussy lit up when that thought popped into my mind. I raised my knees crushed them together when the sudden gorgeous feeling spread through me as I remembered what had happened, what he had done to me.
I lay there and revelled in my thoughts, I began to recall every detail, everything that had happened in its own sequence, how I had capitulated, how easy it had been for him. He had found his own 100 carat diamond without even looking for it or even expecting it. I yanked sideways on my arms, I wanted to feel again my bonds biting into my wrists to let myself know that I was a prisoner, a captive.
“I bet he thinks he will just walk in here and have me again!” I thought to myself, “Well I’ll show him that he can’t just do what he wants without my permission or consent!” I told myself.
“But how will you stop him, what will you use to say no, you’re voice?” It was a question my mind posed to me.
“I er, I erm, I don’t know yet but I’ll think of something, I will,” I answered my own mind.
I stayed where I was trying to get my head around my situation, but time after time the same bewildering thought returned.
“You loved it, you loved being taken, you loved him creasing your clit with his tongue, you loved it when he stabbed your nipples, and you loved it when he fucked you. You were helpless, you were his toy, his plaything, he mastered you completely and there was nothing you or any one else could do to stop it, or him!”
My pussy, nipples and the parts of my body connecting it all rifled a message in my head, it said to me.
“Yes we did, we loved it wholly, and completely, that was the superb feeling you’ve been wanting and chasing for all of these years Kendra, enjoy it while you can.”
I looked at the clock; it was 11pm, so it had been about five hours since Simon took me. I shivered involuntarily, my knees pressed together again trying to squiggle my pussy as the memory resurfaced of him doing what he had.
“Ah she’s awake, hello sleepy head,” I heard his voice as he entered my bedroom, it was Simon and he was smiling broadly at me, climbing into the bed and over me he settled down.
All he had on were a pair of boxer shorts, and I caught sight of his young body for what was really the very first time. I had seen him stripped off many times over the years. But the boy I knew before this had gone. This was a young good looking man sat on me, with a body most women would die for to be in my position.
“Are you alright mum?” he enquired earnestly, and before I could answer he continued. “I know I took you by surprise.”
“You can say that again,” I thought.
“But you seemed to enjoy yourself, no, you didn’t seem to enjoy it, I know you did, you loved it didn’t you mum, Hmmmm?” And again before I could answer, he took and squeezed my nipples.
The only parts of me that could move were my feet, knees and head. They all left the bed in unison and I heard the loud gasp come from my wide open mouth as he did.
“Oh, oh, oh, Hmmmm, oh Simon, what are y… oh god oh Simon ple…” I fell silent; my power of speech had left me. He slid back a little, bent his head and took one of my nipples in his teeth, my head went back and my body arched up to him. He slid his hands under me between my arms and held me up while he ravaged first one nipple then the other.
After what seemed to be a lifetime of wonderful purgatory he stopped murdering me and got up, faced me and dropped his shorts to reveal what can only be described as a gorgeous beautiful prick. He lifted the covers and got in with me.
“My,” he said smiling, “you seem to be all tied up mum, do you like being like this hmmm? At my mercy, do you mum?”
He forced me to answer by biting a nipple and sinking his fingers into my already burning hot pussy. My head answered first by yelling and screaming inside of it that ‘YES I LOVE IT DARLING, OH MY GOD YED BABY!’
“Oh Simon, I don’t know what to say, I have never er, well you Grrrr,” his fingers shuddered my brain, “Argggh, oh Si… Please…”
“It’s okay mum, I can wait, I already know you do, you just have to get used to it, then you can let it all go and we can get on with our lives can’t we?” He kissed me then, and it was such a lovely loving kiss, it was exactly the right thing to do. I melted, my body relaxed and simmered as he caressed my clit softly and agonisingly slowly.
When my eyes reopened he was all around me, if he had got any closer he would have been inside me. He stroked my face, kissed me again, kissed my cheek, held me the way a woman likes to be held, tightly. He moved his lower body and I felt his young cock touch my hand, my fingers automatically closed around it and squeezed, it felt so hard, so young, so big, so powerful, so dangerous, and oh so devastatingly wonderful.
He moved again and he was on me, probing me, my legs widened and opened for him immediately, they raised up, he gained the entry we were both looking for and he was off! I hooked my feet over him, mother and son were no more, we were a man and a woman, and we were rutting, fucking and making love.
His prick filled me in a way his dad’s never had, I don’t think he was much bigger; he just seemed to have more of knowledge of how it was supposed to be used. Simon’s face was right over mine, his eyes locked on to mine, our lips met, then he was up on his elbows and the battering I had envisaged many times while being tied up was on!
He hit me with everything I had, I gave back all I had to give, his loins slapping in to my upward thrusting ones, his cock deep within me then almost out before thundering back in went on fabulously forever. We kissed and bit at each other, he was the dominant one of the two of that there was no doubt. But I accepted it fully, I was where I had wanted to be for years, under a strong man, tied up, being used for his satisfaction and loving what he was doing. And I was loving it even more than that.
Climax after climax ripped through me, cum after cum hit me, I could feel my juices around my ass, his cock slurping as it went in and out turned me on to greater and greater heights. Then Simon stopped just like that. I refocused my own eyes and looked up at him wondering what was next, what was he going to do. He gave me a sort of knowing smile and crashed back into me one final time. His body tight down on to mine and I knew he was shooting his load deep within me. It burned, scalded, and flooded into my pussy and from there to wherever it wanted to go.
I had one final orgasm under him and fell into the bed, I was truly exhausted. I can honestly say right here, right now that I have never in my life been made to cum like that. It was fabulous, fantastic, and mind boggling in the extreme. I don’t know how long it was before he moved again, but it was a fair amount of time, he slid away and pulled me to him.
He turned my face to his, peered into what must have been my blood shot eyes after that, and whispered.
“Now mum, admit it right now that you love this don’t you?” The soft quiet intensity of his words made me say yes.
“Darling, I don’t know how you knew, or even if you knew, but yes I do baby, I do.”
There I had admitted it to him, the only way to go now was forward, and at his bidding as far as I was concerned.
“I have known for some time mum that you were this way,” he told me. I was astonished to say the least.
“What do you mean Simon,” I asked, “how do you know?”
“I learned from the way you used to look at dad, longingly, and I used to see disappointment in you when he didn’t respond the way you wanted him to.”
“But Simon, you couldn’t have guessed,” I said.
“It took me a long time to understand you,” Simon told me, “then I began to realise that you needed a strong man, someone you could go to, lean on, ask a question and learn the answer, and respect, that was always missing. And then one day I knew what it was you wanted, it was domination of some kid or other. My problem was finding what that level was, and happily I think I’ve got it right, yes?”
“Simon oh my darling, you ought to be on television as a psychic, you’ve seen right through me haven’t you?” Now I was admitting it completely.
“I used to look at my dad and think, what the hell is wrong with you dad? You have a gorgeous sexy woman right here,” I blushed with happiness and beamed with pride when he said that, “and you can’t see her, not the way she wants you to see her!”
“Oh Simon you are so perceptive, you really are, why didn’t he see what you saw?”
“I’m just really glad mum that he didn’t, that he missed what he could have had. Because I have you now, you belong to me and will do forever.” That made me take notice of where I was and whom I was with.
“But Simon, I am still your mother, should we do this?” I said gently.
“Its done mum, there will be no going back, and if I have to teach you this, then I will,” he said.
Teach me? I wondered what he was meaning.
“And just how do you intend to ‘teach’ me Simon?” I asked pointedly. I found out big time in a heartbeat. He flipped me over, placed his hand in the small of my back and pressed downwards. Then he spanked me. Me! his own mother, I was being spanked and chastised by my own son.
I tried to break away but if you’ve ever been held down like that with your wrists tied its bloody well impossible. Slaps thundered down and I began to cry, I started to beg, I pleaded with him, but it went on and on. Eventually I became limp I know I did, he had beaten my submission into me and my protestations would never be brought to the fore again.
I lay there sobbing, I had just had the most glorious love making and fucking session of my life and I had just had a punishment to end all punishments. My ass was on fire, the pain was terrible and I also knew that I loved it, I loved the domination, the hold he had on me. The fact that Simon was my son was a bonus, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me badly so I told myself that I had deserved it, I had to be taught my place and Simon had just taught me.
Between sobs I apologised, “I’m sorry Simon, please forgive, I think I have learned a lesson here today,” I told him.
“Think you have learned a lesson, think!” he quietly yelled. A good set of hard slaps covered my tortured ass once more, again I begged and cried. He stopped and said.
“Think! You think you have learned mum, you only think?”
“No Simon, I have definitely learned my lesson,” I blubbed.
“Well mum, I’m glad we have sorted that out, but I’m sure we both know now that this won’t be the last time this will happen will it?” He was telling me that this would happen again.
“No Simon,” I answered, and then he lay down beside me and loved me, I was so happily grateful to him I just snuggled in as best I could, sore ass or no sore ass.
I don’t know if I went to sleep or we both did, I know I woke in the middle of the night to find myself lying on my stomach, this wasn’t unusual for me, I often lie like that. I reached out forgetting momentarily that I was tied up, and that it was my son who had me in this fashion. As soon as my arms tugged to a stop I remembered, and I thanked the Lord for it, I said a prayer to him for Simon, and for sending him to me, and for delivering me to him.
In the soft light filtering through the window I saw him next to me, he was slumbering, so with great care and deftness which took me an age, I finally found myself looking close up at his cock. I gently licked it, then slowly sucked it in, I wanted to taste him, feel him, learn him, and know his texture. And much to my delight he began to get hard, his prick was growing in my mouth.
Here I was, a forty year old woman, a mother, his mother! I was tied by my wrists, I had been taken and used by my own son, and I had given in completely to him. And now I was sucking his cock, my son’s dick was safely fitted in my mouth. My head I lowered gently on to his stomach and began to feed off him. It grew and grew until it was fully hard, I felt his hands go into my hair and hold me. He had to be awake surely, I attacked him with all I had, I needed him to fill my mouth with his cum, it was my cum too I reasoned.
I was his mother, without me he wouldn’t be here, so in reality he was mine too, but in a different way to me being his. I drove my lips over him and forced as much of him as I could into me, I sucked as hard as I could, and I licked and swallowed him as hard as I could too. His breath was increasing, he was up and running and I was praying that I would be the cat that got the cream.
And when he came in my mouth it was the best cream that could have been served. It was 5 star, a glittering deposit of delicious soft hot soup of sperm. I let it rest on my tongue before I swallowed it, I swilled it around my cheeks. I even smelled it within my mouth, his taste, that first taste of my son’s cum will stay with me for ever. I lay for a long time with his cock just in my mouth; I didn’t want to let it go.
I knew he was awake now because he ruffled my hair, I felt a glow surge up from some where near my feet right up into my face, I felt the flush of desire, pride, need, and the sense of belonging flowed over me. It had been a long long time since I had felt that kind of bond with someone, if indeed I ever even had.
He reached for me, slid me up to him and held me close.
“I love you mum, and I’m never going to let you go, even if you have to spend the rest of your life tied up and confined to the house, this is where you are staying.” It was said with such tenderness, such utter longing, he needed me I knew now, I needed him too. My life had turned full circle in one night.
I had gone from being an unhappily married woman, from staying with my husband simply for my son, to see he had the upbringing every child should have to being that chills lover, his soul mate, my life’s companion. 8I was also pregnant now, my husband had always used condoms, Simon didn’t, I never gave it any thought, and when I found out it was too late. I wanted the baby, and Simon did too.
Our son was born nine months later, we are extremely happy, Simon’s father wanted to know who the father was. “You must have been having an affair,” he raged.
We never told him of course, but I did tell him that if he ever found out, he would have a heart attack, “so don’t ask,” I told him, “okay?” Simon grinned at him as he left.