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A Son Captures His Mother

By: qualitywheat



Reader, this is a story of a son's blackmail, then seduction of his gorgeous conservative and religious mother. She became his willing lover in more ways than one. Her son was the powerhouse her husband was not. The conception for this story lies elsewhere.



Mary Magdalene Carter was stood stock still in her kitchen, at her feet were six smashed plates that she had just dropped. She was aghast, her first thought was her husband, what would he say, what even would he do, to her especially.

The plates were antique, not completely rare and irreplaceable, but they were her husband's. He had bought them with some money a relative had given him on the day of their marriage twenty years ago. A marriage she had regretted ever since, but being the devout religious people they were, she had no choice but to make the best of it.

They were members of their church, did all the fund raising things, pealed the bells, they worked for the church everyday, cleaning, repairs. But most of all were the religious leanings, bible reading being the most learned. Her husband had grown into a domineering crusading man, bible thumping being one of them. He expected, nay demanded, his wife follow his lead, and Mary being a soft spoken, and in essence, a mouse to his lion, she surrendered all her worldly goods and obeyed him all the way.

Mary, while being a quiet devout and conservative Christian, was also, underneath the frumpiness of her clothes that she wore, a strikingly good looking lady. She was tall at 5ft 10" her soft hair was always up in a bun. But at night she let it down and brushed it until her arms ached. She was full bodied , had firm breasts still, even at the age of forty now. Her figure was still amazingly good due in no part to the toil she put in at home and the church. And had wondered, if there would ever be a day in her life when she would feel appreciated. 

And she had needs, needs that her husband didn't take care of, or care about. He took care of his own using Mary. But Mary, apart from very rare occasions, never had the satisfaction from the 'Wham Bam,' thank you maam her husband used her for.

Mary had settled for this life, she had reasoned that God was waiting for her, and she would find her desires within his arms when the time came. That at least was what she believed. Ronald would never brook any criticism, he was always right, he was pious to the extreme. They even had a lights out policy, "When the Lord darkens our day, then we darken our ways," he would say, and no lights were allowed on.

Mary's own guiding lights were her two children, both of whom were complete opposites. Her son, the elder of the two was Thomas, he was nineteen, and Hannah, who had just turned eighteen. Thomas was not a chip off the old block so to speak. He was a strapping lad, a good 4 or 5 inches taller than his father, and outweighed him now too. He was rebellious, took no part in what he called his father's religious shenanigans after he was old enough to decide what he wanted to do, not what his father insist he do. But he was a Christian never the less

Hannah really did take after her father, to the point of zealousness sometimes, often castigating her mother for her slovenly ways before the Lord. But while she was her father's daughter in her religious ways, she was a spitting image of her mother, tall, dark haired, and extremely attractive. Her ways, even though she tried to hide them were sensuous in every department. Her father of course doted on his beloved daughter, and pitied his son for falling by the wayside of righteousness. Thomas thought of himself as a normal boy in his own eyes, he liked the girls, had tried the odd spliff, and had taken alcohol.

But he was also good at school and had excelled in his studies, as had Hannah. And he was always on the lookout for an opportunity to aid himself. He had never been in trouble with any law enforcement officer. But he had sailed close to the wind a few times.

Now Mary was realising just what she had done, Ronald would be more than furious, over the past twenty years he had on occasions given Mary, what he called a lesson from the Lord for being errant in her ways. In other words a good slap! Now Mary saw one definitely on the horizon after this.

Her husband wasn't really a bad man, but he was a nasty man, a bully, and like all bully's he was a coward at heart. He had started out as just a deeply religious man, but now that had turned into a zealous trait. He was a very successful business man,. Money was no object, their house was a seven bed roomed detached place, but his rules were that they lived in a religious past. 

The house was dark, not dank, but wood panelling, high ceilinged, deep cornices, to a loving family this could be a palace. But to Mary and the children as they grew, it was a place to be feared. But Thomas as he grew began to not hate his father, but to ignore him to the point where unless he had to, he didn't speak with him.

Ronald was a workaholic, he did the jobs of three men, saving the company 1000's and 1000's a year. But now at 48 he was a walking heart attack waiting to happen. He was greatly over weight, didn't take exercise, and drank whisky by the bottle, but it didn't affect his lashing tongue when his temper got the better of him.

Just then Thomas walked into the kitchen, he saw his mother whom he loved dearly, and she was in tears and shaking to the eye. He had often had told his mother to leave the rotten b*****d and start a new life. Mary was of course horrified by his use of such profanities, and defended her husband, to which Thomas scoffed at her. 

"Mother," he said, and stood there with her, "what's happened, have you done this?"                       "Yes," she wept, "what will your father say, Oh my goodness, what am I going to do, he will be so angry with me."           Thomas could feel the fear and tension in her, so he dived into action. He grabbed a brush and pan and swept all the pieces up, took them to the bin outside and disposed of them.

"Oh thank you darling," she wept, "but your father will see they are missing come Sunday when he wants his dinner." His father always had dinner on the plates and crockery, the only time they were used was on a Sunday. This was now Monday morning.

"Mom, I'll go on the internet without him knowing and see if I can find their replacement okay?" he said. His father had no idea that their son was using the devils ways, he had allowed it into the house for educational purposes only. He had no idea his son was a whiz with computers and easily over rode all the controls his father had had installed. And not using prayer from the Lord to deliver them from evil.

Thomas picked up the one plate that had only broken in two. "This is going to cost you mother, he will go bananas, you know that don't you?" He told her. Mary was in mortal fear by now, he would beat her she knew it.                          "Yes Thomas I know what will happen, I will do anything for you please help me, please?" she really was in a mess, and her son felt truly sorry for her. But at the same time the germ of an idea started growing his mind.

He had started secretly spying on his mother a few weeks ago, and now he knew that underneath all the wool and cotton, was a woman of rare beauty. And this might just be the way in to see a lot more he had decided. It was Sunday evening, his mother had dropped the plates while her husband had gone to their church to talk with the Father.

"If this can be done mother, we will have to come to some sort of agreement yes?" he said.                      "Yes Thomas, yes," she replied hopefully.              "I mean it mother, you will pay me my way," he repeated. Mary would agree to anything to get herself out of the mess she had just created. Thomas got some glue and fixed the two halves together, he photographed the plate, measured it, took as many details as he could. The manufactures name, ID number, and date.

Thus armed he hit the computer, he went right around the world using every social network he could find. He added the photos, and details, sizes, depth, everything. He researched antique shops and dealers. In 24 hours he had a hit, it was in a small shop 100 miles from where he lived, he called them and plate in hand he set off to view what looked like identical plates. 

When he saw them, he knew they were what he wanted, the only difference was each plate was ¼" smaller. This he knew, was of no consequence, there was no way his father would guess that, he told himself. He bought the plates which were expensive and nearly cleaned his bank balance out, but he didn't care about that. He had greater things on his mind than mere money.

The Tuesday morning Thomas showed his mother one of the plates. "What do you think mother, good enough do you think?" he teased. Mary gasped, first in surprise and then in delight, "Oh Thomas you may have just saved my life, Oh Thomas thank you thank you thank you."                                  Thomas took a deep breath, "Now or never Tommy lad, do or die," he whispered in his head. "Don't forget our agreement mother, anything you said?"                            "But Thomas there is only one plate, I need six don't I?" she murmured quietly.                          "Now mother, you let me worry about that, not you, do we have our agreement or not?"                           "Yes Thomas we do, as long as you save me from my troubles." She told him.                              "Oh I can do that mother no problem, you'll see, but it will be one plate at a time though, come with me mother please." He told her and walked down the hall. Mary frowned and wondered what her son was up to, but she followed him. He walked up the stairs and entered his bedroom.

When he saw she was behind him he smiled at her, they were alone in the house and would be all day.                  "Now mother," he said, "you will get this plate, followed by the others after you have committed yourself to my wishes."                          "Wishes Thomas, what do you mean?" she asked nonplussed.       "Before I tell you what I want mother let me say this, and please don't interrupt me either." he told her.                    

"I know you don't like the life you lead. I know you don't like father, And I'm almost certain your sex, or love life is the pits. And I would bet that you would love to get away from it, or at least change it dramatically. In fact mother, if you could bring yourself to admit it, you would say you hate your life, and you hated him."

What her son had said made her legs give way, and she tumbled to his bed. She sat down heavily, "Thomas don't speak that way, your father provides us with a very good way of living, we have everything we need, all the money we want..."                  "And you mother," he interrupted her forcefully, "you have nothing at all, nothing!"                           "But...." she started, then she gave way.                 

"Mother, I am going to change your life, and the only way I won't is if you disobey me by making me have to tell him about the plates, how I saw you throw them to the floor in anger."              This of course was a lie, but one she knew her husband would definitely believe.                         "Please Thomas," she said in a defeated way, "what is it you want?" Now Thomas drew himself up, 'the bigger the better,' he told himself.                            "You can start by undoing that blouse you have on, and now!" he told her forthrightly.                        "Thomas, I can't do that," she protested.                "No, what will father say about the plates then, as soon as I show him them and that they are smaller, he will know the truth won't he?"                                Mary sat on her son's bed stifled in her thoughts. "But Thomas, you are my son, I can't do such a thing, please?"               Thomas pretended to get angry, "If you don't do as I say, you can leave right now, and I'll go to father when he comes in from work, go on mother, GO!" he yelled.

Mary stayed, "Just undo my blouse, but why Thomas why?"        He smiled to himself, "So I can see you mother, I want to see your body. It isn't right that father is the only one who gets to see you. Now this is for the last time, do as I say or go, and I mean it!"He went to his door and stood at it waiting for her to leave. 

Mary stood and her fingers went to her blouse, and slowly undid the buttons from the top down. She stood and watched her son, she had not a clue what his full intentions were.                 "Open it mother for goodness sake, don't mess with me or else," he warned her. She did so, again slowly, "Now the bra mother, undo that too!"                                  "Please Thomas, why are you doing this to me?"             "Because mother, I can, I am, and I will. You can choose to go, no one is forcing you, it's your choice." Mary reached behind her back and undid her bra. She was in absolute fear and dread, her upbringing in the church had always led her to believe in modesty, piety, and to cover the flesh. 

Stepping forward rapidly, Thomas pulled the blouse down her arms and off, and in a liquid movement the bra had gone too. Mary gasped and took a step back in shock, only to trip on to his bed once more. Her hands went behind her to save herself from falling right over. And there they were in all their majestic glory. 

The twin orbs were high and proud, her pink nipples erect and proud, they were magnificent. Her bare shoulders smooth and rounded, her slim waist and tight stomach. Mary felt an uncontrollable thrill pound through her body. Thomas was suddenly stood right in front of her, his knees either side of hers. She looked up to see the wild look of lust flitting across his face. 

"Please Thomas, let me go please I'm begging you, you've had your fun Thomas, I have to leave."                     Thomas stood aside immediately, "Go on then mother, leave," was all he said.                             "Thomas...." Mary knew the consequences, she had almost forgotten she was naked from the waist up. Thomas stepped back over her again, and took the control away from her. Then he unzipped his jeans and stood there waiting. 

He reached down and unceremoniously squeezed both of her nipples, the shock and surprise almost bent his mother in half. But it also lit a fire in her belly, one she hadn't had for so many years. Thomas stood back again, "That's enough for now mother, we'll talk later!" And he walked away and out of the house, he had a huge hard on, but his idea was to get his mother used to the same idea. Mary sat for a time on is bed, her stomach was rolling and rumbling, 

"What was that?" she pondered, the excitement she felt was new, and unaccustomed to it as she was, but she thought she knew. Her nipples were still ringing from the hard squeeze he had given them. And then her mind reeled from the religious learning's, it was her son, this should not happen, it won't happen, I won't let it happen again. I'll tell Ronald about the plates, then this will stop. The decision was made, Mary felt better, and she would challenge Thomas, and put him deep in his place!

Two hours later Thomas returned, as he walked into the house, he called out, "Hi mother, where are you?" Mary was in the sitting room, bible on her lap, and saying prayers.               "In here Thomas," she replied, she was set to take him to task. Tell him of his very errant ways, that she was done with his demands, she was going to tell his father about the plates. Thomas walked in and she fell in on herself. 

Thomas had a look in his eye that she couldn't deny, her son had her measure, she dare not let his father know about the broken plates. He stood there for a moment, his eyes locked on to hers, she was frozen to the spot, he grinned inwardly, "this is going better than I could have hoped for," he told himself gladly.

"Come with me mother," he said, and walked away to his bedroom. Mary hesitated then followed, "what am I going to do?" she thought. When she entered his room very reluctantly, he was stood with his back to her. "Go on mother," was all he said, but she knew full well what he was telling her. She undid her blouse, and again she undid her bra. But this time she removed them herself. She stood there, she didn't know he was watching slyly through the mirror. He pointed to his bed and Mary sat on it, just as she had this morning.

Thomas turned and stepped up again, his knees once more outside of hers. Her breasts were again high sited, and her nipples this time were rock hard. He reached down and squeezed her them again, and once more a blast of electricity bolted through her body. This brought a growling response from Mary's constricted throat. 

Thomas unzipped his jeans and stood still before her.     "Thomas please?" she begged, it had no effect, she was deeply religious, and this was against everything she believed in. But his needs were greater than her protestations. He just stood there, then he quickly gripped her nipples once more and Mary almost howled like a wolf on the wild prairie. Thomas fished out his super hard cock. He knew he shouldn't do this to his mother, she was beside herself with fear.

And he also believed that he was doing this for her too, he needed to make her happy, the way she had been when he was small. It was all his father's fault, he had browbeaten her into the woman she now was. He was determined to find her for herself, and for him. Mary could only stare open mouthed at the appendage before her, and she was stunned, it was big, it was round, it was red, and she could tell it was as hard as a table top.

It was also waving at her, bobbing around in front of her face, her mind flashed back to the day she had kissed and sucked her one and only cock. She had been eighteen, and was in love with a boy, so she did it for him. She had loved every second of the hot hard flesh as she savoured it, and that was the last and only time it had happened, a one off.

Thomas stepped a little closer and the tip of him touched her cheek then brushed her lips before she could draw back. But that one fleeting touch to her lips, and the long forgotten man smell was the breaking point. Mary could feel the heat from it, the absolute power in it. She suddenly had an urgent need to taste it, she needed to taste it, and she needed to get closer for that smell. Her mouth obeyed her silent command. Her lips savoured the end, the taste encompassed her mind, as her lips pouted all by themselves and slid over the bell like end of her son's demanding cock.

Mary was entranced now, she was doing something from long ago, and the sweet memories were flooding her mind, keeping her from reasoning, and making decisions she could no longer make. Thomas gently put his hand on her head, and moved her over his expanding rod of fire hardening flesh.

Mary pressed forward to him, he entered her more and more, and his mother was on the point of fainting such was the unassailable desire to eat what was being offered to her. She heard a distant voice from afar.                            

"God moves in mysterious ways Mary, he loves you, make him rejoice in you." This was all she needed, God had spoken to her, sent her down this road, he was leading her to redemption. He was guiding her to her appointed goal. Thomas had whispered the words, not realising that his mother would submit herself to what she believed to now be, her calling.

Thomas just let it happen, he had no desire for this to come to an end, he was in his own personal heaven. Rocking back and forth as his beautiful mother worked on him, sucking a little harder each time, taking more of him in each time. And his mother, unknown to him, had no desire for it to end either. The smell and taste of Thomas was all she needed to complete the task set for her by her Lord. Her tongue massaged him, her lips created a swell within him. Mary wanted to get him all into her mouth, but could only get about half in, later, she told herself defiantly.


A Son Captures His Mother Pt. 01



Part two of Mary and Thomas's affair, with an addition. The story may or may not upset some religious people. There is no intention to do so. 

***** 

Thomas had been thinking a lot lately and it was about his sister, his torrid, and at first none consensual affair with his mother, had settled into just a torrid affair. Where neither of them could get enough of the other sexually, not least of all Mary. Her son had turned her into a daringly, and and willing, she hated to use the term because of her religious upbringing, Slut. 

There was nothing she wouldn't do for him, and there was nothing he didn't do to her, even taking her ass, she had begged him not to, but he had brushed her protests aside and taken it. And now Mary loved it, when he was in her ass pillaging it, she squirmed in sheer embarrassing pleasure and delight. 

She had a secret wardrobe now, away from her husband's prying eyes. Thomas had selected most of it but now she was starting to buy her own, all with Thomas in mind. In the day she had started to wear a little make up for him. "Thomas you have saved me," she told him one day lovingly, "I am finding the real me, the one your father has suppressed all these years. I know I have been weak, and I know he has tried but he has lost his way. And I know him well enough to know that his life is set on the path he has chosen, and he will never be diverted from it, never!" 

"I know that mother, and I am planning our future without him," he told her. 

"What do you mean Thomas?" she asked, intrigued. 

"Listen to me while I explain some thoughts," he said, "First we cannot leave Hannah behind in what we do, I want her to make this journey with us, me and you mother." 

"I don't understand Thomas, take her with us, what do you mean?" 

"I want us to take a holiday, you, Hannah and me, into the mountains," he said, "father has that huge cabin that he rents out, and I have found out it is empty. He goes away next weekend on one of his church trips. You can ask him to let us use the cabin for a spiritual relief for a few days." 

"But Thomas, what can we do there that we can't do here, and Hannah, she will get in the way maybe?" Mary was thinking purely of her need to be alone with her son. 

"Mother don't question me please, just do as I ask, and hopefully, all will be revealed, now just ask him." Mary acceded to his request, and she was amazed to learn that Ronald agreed with Thomas's request, saying he much needed spiritual guidance. 

So the scene was set, Thomas packed all he hoped he would need for his deeds and tasks. Hannah would be brought into his world, one she knew nothing of. His beautiful virgin sister, who never even had a boyfriend was not just a sexual virgin, she was a virgin in life too. One that Thomas intended to teach her something of. 

He knew she was interested in boys, she had told him of a couple who made her giggle. Thomas had told himself he would make her do more than giggle. But Hannah was intention al on being the virgin bride, but there had been a cloud behind her eyes when she had told him that. "This father talking," Thomas told himself, "not Hannah." 

Hannah was as tall as her mother and more beautiful in every way, she also had the fabulous body, and soulful needs, of a young woman. She had felt the changes in her, from girl to teenager, to the young confused beauty she now was. She knew something was missing from her life, and she wished with all her heart that she had the confidence and knowledge that her beloved brother had. Although she would be aghast at the carnal life he was leading, and with her mother too! 

Through his mother Thomas made the arrangements, Hannah was more than happy to be going along and spending quality time with her older brother. So on the Friday morning they set off in their large SUV. Thomas had double checked his rucksack, nothing could be left to chance. He had been on the internet and located a draft for Hannah, one that had cost a lot of money, but success had been guaranteed. 

In it he had that, and eight sets of reasonably thick, but soft pliant rope, each with a formed noose, or slip know on one end, about ten feet long. Duct tape, and blindfolds, he didn't know yet what would come in handy for his tasks, "but better safe than sorry," he reminded himself. 

The cabin had three large double bedrooms, all en suite, it was very secluded in ten acres of land. It had been fully stocked for them, the rooms aired and ready for use. They arrived in the early afternoon, and carried their things in, Thomas took the room his mother nor Hannah wanted, it didn't matter to him, he didn't think he would be using his anyway. 

They settled in, he turned the radio on, there was no TV, his father would have none of that. But Thomas had his tablet which was always connected to the net, no matter where he went. They all went for a long walk, and Mary couldn't stop herself from touching him, her hands would not obey her. By the time they retired Mary was beside herself with the need for him. 

After the lights were out Thomas counted to fifty, then his mother slipped through his door and closed it behind her, he smiled. She dropped the latch to keep it locked, she was home free! She dropped her robe to reveal herself, she looked so magnificently sexy. Her heels were high, her stockings eld up on nothing but tiny strips, her miniscule thong hardly covered the now shaved pussy. Thomas made her call it that now. 

Her hair was brushed down, swinging around her firm slim shoulders, her tiny bra hardly holding up the wonderful fleshy firm orbs. Her bold nipples were looking out over the top of them at him. She had make up on. And Thomas stared at her in wondrous admiration for her. "My woman," he said, "who are you Mary?" 

"I am your woman Thomas, and I always will be. You have made me whole again darling. God will smile on you for your lifetime, and the hereafter for this I assure you." Mary's strongly held beliefs were still there, but she had come to terms with being her son's slut, (his words) She had prayed to God for his forgiveness and guidance, and he had. 

Now Mary went to him, knelt at the side of his bed and said a prayer for them both, and Hannah too. Then she tore the thong and bra off herself, "You have no need for these Thomas have you?" she asked blushingly. He laughed at her, grabbed her, threw her over on to her back and mounted her roughly, this, he knew, was what she wanted. To be shown who he was, as if she didn't know by now. But Mary did love being treated this way, to her it showed her his love for her. 

Thomas used his mother most of the night, he never asked for anything, he made her do everything. He filled all three holes with his cum and he marked her for the first time, leaving bites and hickeys everywhere. He was showing his dominance and control of her. Mary almost died from sheer happiness. 

The next day Thomas told his mother of some of his plans, "and I don't want you to question me mother, this is very important, not only for you and I, but for Hannah too okay?" 

"Yes Thomas, what do you want of me?" she asked. 

"I have booked you into that motel ten miles back, and I want you to stay there until midday tomorrow please," he said looking her straight in the eyes. "So get a few things, don't let Hannah see you and go, now!" 

"But Thomas?" she said dismayed, Thomas pointed a finger, and told her , now! Mary did as she was told to do, but her heart was heavy, "what is he up to?" She thought, completely unaware of his plans for her daughter. Fifteen minutes later she had gone, and Thomas was explaining that father had called and she had to leave but she would be back tomorrow. Hannah accepted it after more questions, and they went for a walk. 

She liked him having his arm around her waist, she never got much physical contact from anyone really. Soon they were chatting and laughing, hugging, and she playfully splashed him in the river bed they walked through. He chased her all the way back, and they fell in doors laughing and giggling. 

It was 6pm, he suggested she showered while he did, knowing she would take ten times longer than he. When she came out wearing the kind of frumpy robe Mary wore, he smiled at her. "Not for much longer Hannah," he told her in his head. Thomas had made a meal and put a large glass of water there for her. This had the draft he had sought painstakingly for his use. 

They chatted, ate and drank, Thomas was carefully watching her, he saw a mild change in her demeanour, and moved to act. 

"Let me help you up Hannah," he offered, "you look a little tired." 

"Mmmmm," she whispered, "I may be." 

As he helped her up, he slipped a hand inside her robe and cupped a wonderfully firm and large tit, he quickly squeezed the nipple which was also hard, then swiftly withdrew his hand. 

"Thomas!" she gasped, "what are you do...?" But the draft had got its hold, only tenuously at the moment, but it was working. 

"Sorry Hannah," he said, "an accident." But as he helped her to the sofa, he did it again, but this time he squeezed a little longer, and a little harder. 

"Thomas please..." she whispered, "I, erm, you, er Thomas, you mustn... Mmmmm, thats nice," she murmured through pouting, and hot blood filling lips. 

He sat with her, and slipped his hand back in, and taking a full hold this time, squeezed and rolled the hugely thick, hard and rigid nub. "Oh Thomas this is so, hmmmm, Oooooh I like... Oooooh Thomas, what would daddy say?" she said, as her head came to rest on her older brother's shoulder. If this had been any other person on the planet they would not be getting away with this. Drug or no drug, she trusted her brother more than any other, maybe she shouldn't have, but she did. 

What no one knew, and no one could, not even Hannah was that she was a sexual timebomb waiting to be detonated, she was the after burner on a supersonic sexual jet just waiting for the switch to be pressed. That switch was Thomas when he squeezed her high octane fuelled and ready to go nipple. 

Thomas stroked and caressed her, Hannah liked it a lot, and it was opening windows in her heart and mind that had until now been firmly shut. She felt a first pulse of arousal flickering through her, she didn't know what it was but it was so nice. She was being over taken by the draft completely now, and her brother was another drug she was unable to resist, she gave in to the lovely feelings he was creating within her. 

Her vagina felt hot, her breasts ached, her stomach churned and her mind was nowhere to be seen. Thomas worked her like a master, he had had lots of practice on his mother, Hannah was turning out to be an easier fight than he thought it would, in fact there had hardly been a whimper from his gorgeous younger sister. 

Thomas undid the robe easily, and gently pulled it aside, and there she was, apart from a pair of tiny panties her father would have frowned upon, she was naked. Thomas went for her breasts now, squeezing one and sucking the other. The fire in Hannah burned brightly, and seconds later it was out of control very quickly, she moaned, she groaned, and her arms went around her brother tightly. 

He leaned her back slowly, and slickly ran his hand down to the very thick dark bush where her end was to be. He slid his finger into the folds of skin there, Hannah squeezed her thighs together involuntarily, then they parted and Thomas touched her where no one ever had. The only other person to have touched her anywhere was when she was baby and her mother took care of her. 

Now Thomas was stoking her boilers, she was fired up, the draft was keeping her quiet, and supplicant, Thomas was driving her engine, his finger ran over an unknown bump in the road, and Hannah squealed loudly, he had found her secret domain. He pressed downward and he entered her love channel, one she never knew she had. 

"Thomas, Oh Thomas, what are you doing to me?" she breathed to him, her voice husky and dripping with inflamed arousal, an arousal she had never had, and had even less idea of how to deal with it. He smiled to himself, he had already undone his jeans, and now he kicked them off, no underwear revealed him in all his manly glory. 

Spinning Hannah around he laid her gently down, his fingers and tongue conspiring with him to send his sister to the place he need her to be, and one that Hannah now even wanted to visit. This was too so nice to tell him to stop, it was all magically wonderful. 

Thomas moved slowly over her, the litmus test, the acid test, was going to be when he mounted her, when his hot hard flesh claimed her. She might react badly, she might not, he wasn't that sure of himself. Hannah was mewling, her hips moving from side to side, swaying with the motions of the emotions making the waves of desire in her swell. 

Thomas was over her now, his finger told him she was ready, Hannah kissing him back was also a message, she was boiling hot, super wet, and gripping him, as if urging her brother on. Thomas gently prodded his heavy weight to her, Hannah lifted her knees, her primeval knowledge knew what to do, it would guide her with Thomas's help. 

He prodded again and felt the give, the heat, the slippy wet, he was there, so he pushed downward slowly. The head popped in bringing a surprised yelp from his sister. He held himself, letting her settle, he looked at her eyes and they were wide open staring fixedly at his. "Thomas, I am your sister, you must... Oooooh, Oh Thomas that feels so nice, Oooooh Oh yes..." she glugged, "I like that." He slid more in, then pulled back leaving only the head in. 

He repeated his actions and slowly Hannah's eyes closed, he was there, "a few more moments and she'll be with me," he shouted to himself. Hannah's legs rose to settle over his, now he knew, he pressed forward and she gripped him, her feet tugged downwards, almost pulling him further in to her hot soaking vagina. 

"Ooooooh Oh Thomas, be gentle please, be slow, I er, I, you know, I'm, Oooooh Thomas!" He obeyed his sister for the only time, he was as gentle as he could be, but he focussed on getting all of him into her, he succeeded eventually. And the icing on his cake was when his sister climaxed. It blew her out of the water because she didn't know it was going to happen. She didn't know that the 'nice' feeling was the building of her life defining moment, her very first orgasm. 

Thomas kept going until he came, he guessed his sister wouldn't know about it, and he was right. Thomas blew a humongous amount of his very potent seed right into where it mattered, all into her womb. He lay there for a while pondering his next move. "Bed," he avised himself, he gently but firmly picked his sisters lifeless body up and carried her to her bed. 

There he tucked them both in, and minutes later he was working her up again, his kissing sucking lips, his mysterious unseen fingers working their magic, all honed on his mother's body. But this time she was more aware of events. And before he got his cock in her once more, she whispered softly to him. "Thomas, tomorrow we must talk, but for now my wonderful brother, make me feel so nice again, please, just like you did on the sofa?" 

Thomas was stunned, he had at least expected a religious tirade of some sort from her, he had imagined tying her to her bed so he could have his way. What he hadn't known was, Hannah was ready for adult sex, but never had anyone in mind, there was no one on her horizon, and no one in her life, so she had resigned herself to a sexless life before her marriage. 

Thomas was the lucky keepers finders person she had hoped for, he would have no trouble keeping her happy. "If only father could see his wife, son and daughter here in the cabin," he thought, "he would blow a religious gasket." And that's when the idea hit him, he would think about it and embellish it. Thomas sank into his sister's depth of woman hood, she moaned and groaned, •ooooh'd and aaaaaah'd." Now she was giving back, digging her heels in, kissing him, holding him so there could be no escape. Though that was the furthest thing from his mind, as he began to fuck his younger sister proper. 

They climbed their mountain together, and when they were ready they hurled themselves down the other side, into the abyss of love and lustful youthful climaxes. They lay entangled in each other regaining their breath. Hannah was the first to move, she slid out of bed, went to the bathroom, and sat down. 

She started to think, and what she came up with surprised her greatly. "He has planned this," she reasoned, "he must have, us coming here, mother leaving, him doing whatever it was that he did, it was planned!" She returned to her brother and got into her bed with him. 

"So," she started, "Come on Thomas, let me in on the great secret, what's going on Hmmm?" 

"Going on Hannah?" he replied pulled her to him, Hannah turned her fabulous body to him, and said. 

"Thomas, unless you tell me, you won't get a look in again with me, now come on, out with it!" 

"I have no idea what you are on about Hannah," he told her. 

"I'll ask God in the church tomorrow, and then I'll ask mother when she gets back," she said. 

Thomas laughed, "Ask mother?" he sniggered. 

"You have done the devil's work here tonight Thomas, he will follow you to the grave. And father won't be happy when I tell him what you did!" 

Thomas laughed again, "The devil will follow me, I am the devil Hannah, and you'll tell father, we both know you would not do that." Thomas had called her bluff, she relented, 

"Please Thomas tell me, I won't say a word I promise, please?" she snuggled into him, put her arm around him, "and anyway," she added, "I liked it didn't I?" 

"Listen to me Hannah, very carefully. I want to take you away from father," he began, "you and mother have no real life there. He can't do anything about me, he knows that. But he controls everything you and mother do. I intend to break that hold he has on you both." 

"But how Thomas, what can you do, you have ruined me for my future husband haven't you?" she said. 

"No I haven't Hannah, you will marry me!" Hannah gaped at him. 

"But we ca..." Thomas interrupted her. 

"Yes we can, and yes we will, and you, mother and I will have a wonderful life together!" His voice was strident, but caring. 

This made Hannah think even more, then she reached a conclusion. "That's why you sent mother away, so you could get me. Mother is in on this isn't she?" 

Thomas made the mistake of smiling. Hannah thought even more. 

"NO NO NO NO, it can't be true, tell me it's not true, you and mother, No it you aren't!" she looked at him, he never said anything. "Yes, yes you are, you and mother, no wonder she has changed so much this last month. I have never seen her so happy!" 

Thomas held his sister to him, "I love her Hannah, and I mean I really love her, and I love you too. I can't stand by any longer and let that animal ruin you both anymore." 

"He is not an animal Thomas, mother and I both know he has lost his way, that's all," she grumbled. 

"Yes he has, and he'll never find his way back, you know it, mother knows it, and I know it. There is no redemption for him now. I won't let him go any further." 

"But Thomas what can you do?" 

"I have an idea but nothing concrete yet," was all he would tell her. 

"Now," he said to her, "come here, I have something for you," his smile and the glint in his eye made Hannah respond in the only way she could, she went right to him. This night had been her relevation, Thomas might be the sanctuary she had been unknowingly looking for, the resting place she feared she may never find. 

Hannah blushed to herself, her face creased in to wonder as she felt her brother's body tight up against hers. But it was the best feeling she had ever experienced. Her libido gripped her, her hands began to roam his body, up and down his back, over and around his chest. She even kissed his mouth it was a beautiful kiss she admitted. 




A Son Captures His Mother Pt. 01



A leg hooked over his, and then amazingly she felt her soft hand drift down his chest, and to tickle her fingers as they slid into his hairy groin. This also sent Hannah's heart rate up, she knew what was below it. It had to be that hard flesh that had penetrated her, and brought her such painful joy. 

She rejoiced in the glow of Godly pleasure, she basked in his glory. He had brought her to Thomas, and she would regale him in her heart forever. As she was prayer to him in her mind, her fingers curled around the hardening prong. She crushed it gently, her hand moved up it, and back down again. Nature was providing Hannah with the tools needed to please her man. 

"Get on me Hannah," Thomas told her. 

"What do you mean?" she asked. 

"Climb over me, put your knees here," he said, and pointed to his sides. 

"Oh alright, if you wish," she replied huskily, she didn't know what he intended for her, but whatever it was, she wasn't going to refuse him. As Hannah climbed on to her brother, he cupped her beautiful breasts and squeezed and rolled, and tugged her nipples. This set of bombing raids in Hannah's feline sexy body. 

Her head fell forward, just as her mothers had done when Thomas had done the exact same thing to her. Hannah was sat on his fully erect cock, and after her eyes had reopened, she could see the thick, purple red knob of his cock peering out from under her glistening vagina. 

Thomas teased her nipples mercilessly, so much in fact that she grabbed his wrists to stop the fantastic torment he was visiting upon her. Instead he took hold of Hannah's slim waist and lifted her easily up from him. His cock followed her and Thomas simply dropped her on it, her weight did the rest. 

She let go of him immediately, she howled, her eyes nearly burst from her lovely head. She put her hands on his chest in a futile attempt to get off. Thomas followed her up, she couldn't hold her weight this way, she slipped back down on him, and then he drove into her fully. 

The utterly sublime feeling of him being in her, the wonderful painful invasion sent her over the edge, and plunged her once more into a happy and so lustful oblivion. Hannah knew this was, and Thomas was her salvation, he was right about her father. She didn't hate him though, and very much like her mother, she pitied him greatly. 

She surrendered to the feelings Thomas was once more creating in her, feelings she would never be able to ignore ever again. Now Hannah started to take part, her hands on her brothers flat muscled chest, she began to hump up and down, backwards and forwards, and soon she was lost in her new world, a world of love with her darling brother. The orgasm she made for herself nearly blew her apart, she cried out in the agony of the unutterable pleasure, and fell face down on him. 

When she opened her eys it was morning, she thought. Sun was streaming through the windows, but there was no sign of Thomas, he was outside chopping wood, she heard the chop, chop of the axe as he worked. She rose and went to the window to watch, what she saw almost made her heart stop. He was in a pair of hiking boots, a pair of very short shorts, and nothing else. 

She felt her vagina moisten as she inspected his tight muscular body, she wanted him again, but she hurried into the bathroom, bathed, dried and made herself look as good as she could in the frumpy clothes she had brought. Then she tore them off, and went outside in nothing but her panties. 

Her beautil body exposed in the bright sun light, she was tall like her mother, but her body had youth on its side, she now knew, through Thomas how good she looked and she believed it. The first instant Thomas had of her being there was when a bare foot landed on the chopping block in front of him. 

He looked sideways to see his beautiful young sister there in all her wondrous glory. "The Lord doth truly move in mysterious ways Hannah!" he grinned at her. Without wasting one second longer than needed, he carried her laughing and giggling over his shoulder back into the cabin, where he dropped her on the oak table, threw her legs over his shoulders and poked his cock all the way in. 

Hannah couldn't speak, the suddenness of the intrusion took her breath away, instead she moaned and squealed like an out of control banshee. The birds and the bees must have wondered what was happening in their forest. Thomas really laid into her now, the need for finesse and gentleness was no longer required, except for tender loving sessions, which he knew over time there would be many. 

The time was approaching for when his mother, and also his wife would be coming back. He wasn't sure how to approach the subject of he and Hannah, but he was hoping his mother would be wise enough to at least have an educated guess at his intentions whilst she was away. 

Mary had been thinking, and all of the things Thomas had mentioned to her about Hannah, led her to possibly believe that his intentions were indeed to maybe convince his sister in some way that her future lay with them. She hoped so anyway, but she also felt a pang of jealousy too. 

As she stepped out of the SUV Hannah ran to greet her, Thomas was on the cabin veranda watching. Hannah hugged her more than warmly, she had sussed out what had happened and was quite, even through her religious beliefs, that Thomas was at least 95% right. Her first words surprised her mother. 

"Oh mother Thomas has missed you, so I am going for a walk up the trail for at least a couple of hours, to let you say hello okay?" And before Mary could reply she was walking away. Mary turned to her son, he stood, crooked a finger at her and walked into the cabin. Mary forgetting her inhibitions hurried after him, she found him in her bedroom and in her bed, and his cock was high and proud. 

Mary wasted no time at all in throwing off her clothes and diving on him. In a heartbeat she was totally filled by him again, her sigh of happy contentment filled the room, this is where she had wanted to be since the instant she had left him yesterday, and Thomas knew it! Mary worked herself on her loving son, her eyes closed the satisfaction just being here, with him, on him, him filling her as no other ever could. To her it wasn't the physical contact of his hot hard flesh in her, it mattered to her spiritually now too. 

She believed with all her heart that God had brought her to him, and him to her. He hadn't frowned on her unfaithfulness to her husband, he had condoned it. She also knew what Thomas had meant now, when he had said he had to save his sister. But she had to find out just how he was going to, if he already hadn't, save her. 

Mary climaxed on Thomas as if he wasn't there, she was so in need of him, his very breath was her sustenance. She slid forward and into his arms, she stretched on him, kissed him, and loved him the way God meant for a woman to love her man. When she recovered, she told him how much she had missed him. She also asked about Hannah, where was he with her, what had he done to 'save' her? 

Just then the bedroom door opened silently, Hannah stood in the doorway, she saw her mother stretched out naked on top of him, obviously oblivious to the world around her. She took it all in. "So this is the new order is it?" she asked herself. "Well," she thought, "it wasn't entirely unexpected was it?" 

After a moment's hesitation the decision was made, "I love mother, I love Thomas, he loves us both I know that. And mother loves him too, that really is more than obvious," she admitted in her mind, "and seeing her there like this is more than confirmation of that." 

Still dressed she got on the bed with them and snuggled into her brother. Mary almost had a seizure, Thomas saw Hannah's intentions and kept hold of Mary. She tried to jump up, saying, "Oh Hannah I'm sorry, but this isn't what it looks like, Thomas let me go please?" 

"Mother calm down, Hannah knows, and seeing her here tells me she is happy for you, me, and her, aren't you Hannah?" Hannah nodded her head vigorously. 

"Mother, Thomas has explained everything to me," he hadn't, but if there was one thing Hannah was not, that was stupid. "He loves me too mother, and I know he loves you so much. And I love him, and if you think about it. The only way forward for us now is, that we stay as we are, secret lovers, me, you, him!" 

Mary said nothing, Thomas leaned up and kissed her, then he kissed Hannah. "It's the only way mother, I told you I was going to save you, and I was going to save Hannah, well now I think I have, agreed?" he told her. Mary slowly nodded her head, she was understanding the situation slowly. 

"But what about your father," she said softly, "what will we tell him, what will he say, what will he do, will we in fact tell him?" 

"I have an idea, and I'll tell you when I have it laid out, be patient, and bear with me okay?" this he said to them both. "Now," he said, "come here the both of you!" He grabbed them and held them to him, "all three of us have to get used to being equal lovers," he told them, but had no intention of being an equal, he was the head, and would remain so. 

They spent the rest of the day trying and testing, Hannah was happier than Mary, but Mary knew she would get used to sharing him with her daughter. And when Hannah plugged Mary's ass with her middle finger as she rode him, she had her biggest and most gigantic of climaxes. 

"I'll get you for that young lady!" she laughed. 

"Ooooh sexy mommy is going spank me?" she laughed back. 

Thomas had decided that when they got back he would by miniature spy type cameras, and recording equipment, he would film himself with his mother, and with is sister, together if possible. Then blackmail his father into separation, and leading to divorce. 

Thomas finally took his Hannah's ass one afternoon out in the woods, he stood her against a tree and fucked her from behind, she cried and complained but never once made the effort to dislodge him thinking. "This could be penance for the error of my ways?" But it didn't stop her from having the most unusual of massive orgasms, so much so that she vowed to herself that when she got over it, the first would not be the last! 

As their wek drew to a close, and their lives were now fully entwined, locked together, they headed home. All of them wondered how facing their father and Mary's husband was going to be like. They hadn't spoken since leaving. They trooped in silently, his car was at home, the lights were on. 

Thomas called out. "Father, we're back, where are you?" There was no answer, he walked through the open door of his study, and there he was slumped over his desk, an empty bottle of whiskey lying empty on its side. 

Thomas dashed to him, but as he grabbed him to lift him up, he knew there was no more to be done. He called the paramedics, tried to give him CPR but it was no use. He slammed the door shut to keep his mother and Hannah out. Their father had bequeathed them the lives they wished and prayed for without knowing it, he had died hours before.



A Son Captures His Mother Pt. 02



Thomas, his mother Mary and Hannah, continue the affair to its conclusion, and also with another extra. 

***** 

The funeral took place when the post mortem confirmed that his father had died from a massive heart attack brought on by obesity, and years of heavy drinking, combined with little or no exercise except for the work he did in the church he belonged to. 

They were sorry he had died, but at the same time it saved them and him from real and probable embarrassment. No one knew of Thomas's seduction of his mother and now his sister. He had forced them in a way, but nothing on God's earth would ever make them, or entice them away from the future they now saw as being more or less belonging to the life he had put forward to them. 

For the first time they had real love, someone who loved them, and showed them the way, even if it was his way. Mary had married Ronald in good faith, both were devout Christians, and Hannah a devout Christian daughter. Thomas though, while he remained a Christian, he had rebelled from the zealous bible thumping father he had come to ignore. 

Over the years he had become a religious tyrant in many ways. And Mary, his wife had bowed to him and his demanding ways. Thomas had begun looking at ways of getting his mother away from his father, he loved her, and wanted nothing but for her to be happy. Hannah had to be saved from him too, she was growing up into him, but in the end, her own unknown, and now rabid sexual appetite had not only saved her, she had saved herself with her brother's undying love for her and her mother. 

At the lavish wake, all who attended were ignorant of Mary and Hannah's new position in the hierarchy of the Collins household. Thomas was now the man of the house, which was accepted. Mary would be regarded as the matriarch, and Hannah, well Hannah was Hannah! 

The financial status was nothing but good for them all, the house was paid for, there was money in savings. Ronald had insured himself many years ago and that paid off very handsomely. Although it took a solicitors letter threatening legal action and damages if it wasn't paid forthwith. And his company had an employee policy that was also paid out, and very handsome that was too. So all in all, the Collins household was more than well off. 

Thomas had one more thing to do with his mother and sister, both were not going to be very happy, "But," he told himself. "No pain, no gain!" 

The dining room, which was huge, held a fourteen place table, polished oak, 6 chairs either side, and a carver at each end. It had never once been used to its capacity. The table had six legs, two at each end, and two in the middle. Thomas's fertile mind saw an opportunity. 

He brought the ropes he had taken to the cabin and attached four to the middle legs, two on each side, he then attached two to each table leg at the ends. His biggest problem was getting Mary, his mother, and Hannah to do what he wanted without them asking, or complaining to him. He knew they would follow him. But audible complaints had to be dealt with. 

He also went to a sex shop that sold the things he knew he would need, and also a couple of things he thought he might. So he was set, now for the stage scene. He decided on his mother for the first part of his plan. 

"Mother," he said after luncheon and Hannah had wandered away somewhere, "I want you to come with me please." Mary did so, she would never go against her son now, not ever. Her heart was with him, her trust 100%. She followed him into the dining room. "Please mother get undressed I have things you will like." 

Mary immediately stripped, embarrassment was no longer an issue. He then proceeded to tie her two legs to the table, he had put the large sodt rug on it for her comfort. Then he laid her over it where he tied her wrists. "Now mother please don't be alarmed," he told her, he fastened a blindfold over her eyes and gagged her. Mary never said one word. 

"Now mother I will leave you for a few minutes," he told her, "please be patient, and when you hear me come back in, I don't want you to utter one word, not even a heavy breath, okay?" Mary nodded her head, she was imagining all sorts of things Thomas was going to do to her, she got wet at the thoughts. 

He hurried off and found Hannah, he told her what he wanted to do, asked her to trust him and to not say one word, or even breathe deeply. After some hesitation she agreed. Thomas placed the gag and blindfold on her, and led her naked into the room, there he tied her as he had his mother. 

Under the table were two sets of enema fittings, including tiny electrical pumps. He had everything ready including the solution required for the task. Then he reached out sideways and removed both women's blindfolds. Mary and Hannah were now looking at each other along the table top, completely unable to raise up. Their naked bodies wide spread and open to Thomas and his desires, which were many as he gazed upon them. 

He chose his mother first, Mary was the least likely to raise mayhem. He inserted the made plug into Mary's ass, and turned on the pump. He hurried to Hannah and did the same. Both women felt the warm solution filling their bowels, both looked at him, both wondering what was going on. All they got from Thomas was a huge smile. Mary felt a little excited by it, Hannah felt a lot excited by it. The heated water solution was nice, it filled her, and she thought she could feel it circulating in her. 

Now Thomas tickled their clits in turn, going from one to the other, this was really the first time he had initiated a sexual frolic with them at the same time, and both were his happy captives. He tormented their nipples, arousing them both together. Though how long that would last remained to be seen. 

He waited the allotted time for their bowels to be thoroughly washed, then he turned on the little tap to empty their asses and the dirty brown liquid poured out into the bowl awaiting it. He repeated the process until he had clean solution emitting from them both. Now his cock was growing for what he had in mind. He was going to fuck his mother and his sister in the same way, together, and one at a time. 

Mother was the first again, his cock, now big and fully erect was rampant for the action. They both watched in eager anticipation for him. He smoothed KY Jelly over it, swabbed it around Mary's ass. He removed the plug from her. Hannah was looking on wondering what was happening. She saw Thomas step behind her mother, and shove his cock right in to her. 

She didn't know he had plugged her ass big time, Hannah saw and heard her mother's forehead bang down on the table, and then Thomas rode her hard, very hard. He removed the gag and Mary gabbled and moaned, no coherent words came out. She was more concerned with the pain and what Thomas was doing to her. 

But Mary gritted her teeth, "if this is what he wants, he can have all of me!" she told herself. Because of this, Mary felt the first stirrings of enrichment, her inside were awash with feelings of lust, and growing arousal. Thomas suddenly pulled out and walked quickly down the table to his prone sister, he pulled her plug out, applied more KY and banged his cock deep into her too. 

Mary was aghast, he had left her high and dry, but Hannah nearly fainted with the shock, she was cleaved in two she was sure of it. Thomas reached for and got her clit, this helped to focus Hannah's mind from the pain in her ass. Then he snagged a nipple and mistreated that, soon Hannah's head was rocking. Thomas yanked out and went back to Mary, he slotted straight back in to her ass, and Mary wailed in painful contentment. 

Thomas began striking for home in his mother, now she was with him, she wanted to be with him all the way, and Mary was there. But once again he left her and went back to Hannah where he whammed it all the way in hard and long. Hannah cried out, now she knew why she was here, and why Thomas was doing this, it was because Hannah and her mother wanted him, it was as simple as that. He fucked them both to their first anal orgasm, But he could only cum in one ass. He chose his mother, silently promising Hannah she would get hers big time. 

Holding her hips he went for his finish, Mary felt the whoosh as his thick sperm refilled her bowels, she came again knowing what was happening, what he was doing. Thomas's knees buckled but he kept himself upright until he had emptied his balls.  

He left them there, he took out the gags, they couldn't move but they could talk, his next mission was to get his mother and Hannah as partners too, but he didn't think he would have much trouble with that. After all they were mother and son, and sister and brother lovers already, mother and daughter was a formality once he had started them off. 

"Hannah," Mary said, "are you happy with this?" she asked. 

"Mother can't you tell I am, I never expected any of this under dad's house, but now I know there is more to life than just praying to God, although I will always do that.!" 

"Me too Hannah, me too," Mary responded. "And I don't want any other life now, no matter where we go or what we do, agreed?" 

"Yes mother, whole heartedly," she replied solemnly. "But I never expected him to do us like this either, but I thought it was great after I got over the shock and pain of it." Mary smiled and never said anything. 

Thomas didn't return for an hour, they wondered what would be next. When he did come back he another contraption in his hand, neither knew what it was, but both decided it looked like a cock. He went to Hannah, and untied her, stood her up. "Trust me," was all he said. Hannah nodded her lovely head. Then he fastened it around her waist. Hannah stared in amazement at the life like cock hanging from her. 

He untied her ankles, and said to her, "Hannah I don't want to see you for about thirty minutes, or longer if you like okay?" And he walked out and closed the door firmly behind him. Hannah stood there puzzled as to what was happening, what he was meaning. The beautiful young eighteen year old was perplexed, she looked at her mother lying there spread over the table. 

Then realisation dawned on her. Thomas wanted her to play with her mother, he had to! No he didn't want her to play with her at all. He had left mother like that for her to use, if she wanted to. Mary saw the look on her daughter's face, and she knew too what was to be. "Hannah, no darling, don't?" Hannah smiled sweetly as she approached her helpless mother. 

"But mommy dearest, this is what Thomas wants, doesn't he?" she said, as she stroked her mother's ass. Then she slapped it, Mary yelped. 

"Hannah no please, let me go, we can talk to him, please?" 

Hannah had no intention of going to Thomas, "Oh no," she thought, "this is my time," and giggled happily. She wasn't a lesbian, far from it. In fact she didn't know what a lesbian was. She was behind her mother now, palms of both hands softly rubbing the cheeks of her ass, before caning her with another slap. Mary yelled for help, but somehow she knew none would be forthcoming. 

Hannah hefted the rubber cock in her hand, she felt for her mother's shiny wet passage, tickled it, making her moan helplessly. Then she poked it in, Mary wriggled uselessly, she felt the intrusion and her head sank. She was now the plaything of her gorgeous daughter, and nothing to be done about it. She knew this was Thomas's wishes, he had organised everything today. 

Hannah began to stroke her toy cock in and out of her mother, and Mary had no choice but to accept it. Her stomach lurched as Hannah bottomed out, a long pull out, and a whopping hit back in. This brought Mary's head up with a wail, a wail of surrender to her daughter. 

Hannah set about screwing her mother the way she knew Thomas did, and Mary had to cum, her pussy tried to turn itself inside out as she climaxed for her daughter. Hannah stood there, hips flying back and forth as she systematically decimated her mother. She reached under and got her nipples, she squeezed them hard, twisted them just as hard, and then yanked each sideways. Mary cried out in pain and utter agony as she made her cum again. 

The cock in her was her life, "Hannah, oh please Hannah," she cried as another breath taking orgasm crushed her completely. She couldn't take anymore, Hannah sensed she had gone far enough, and loving her mother as she did, she did the only thing she could do, pull it out. 

Mary gasped and sighed, she suddenly felt empty, and she knew walking after today would be a problem. But her problems hadn't finished. Hannah took aim and sank it right into her mother's still open ass! "No, no, please Hannah, Oh God, oh God nooooooo." Hannah felt pity for her, but Thomas wanted her to do what she wanted, so she was. She pumped her mother's as for as long as her legs and hips would carry her. When she could hardly stand any longer Hannah pulled out of her thrashed mother. 

She tottered out of the room, she made it to the sitting room. Thomas was reading and looked up with a smile. "Have a lot of fun Hannah?" he beamed. She fell into a chair and could only nod. "Well then," he went on, "I had better go and see to her hey?" 

Thomas went to his mother, he untied her, shushed her when tears fell from her eyes. He picked her up and carried her to bed, he laid her in it, undressed and got in with her, he held her to him, and cuddled her to a somewhat fitful sleep. Mary slept solidly for 6 hours, and her eyes opened to Thomas's smiling face, he had stayed with her all the while. 

"I love you Mary, you are my life," he told her. 

"I know Thomas, and I feel the same, but Hannah," she looked pensive, then said, "is a very naughty girl, and I'm going to have to punish her back?" and her wide smile told him all he needed to know. 

Two days later they had a visit from Ronald's only sister who was 12 years younger than he, he had left her nothing in his will, and she was going to be thrown out by her landlord for none payment of her rent, could they, would they help her? She was taken in immediately, Lorna had the same view of him as they did, she was a Christian too, but not devout, although she was unmarried, she too was a very good looking woman. 

"Aunty Lorna," Thomas said, "this may sound odd to you. But since father died, I have taken up the mantle of man of the house, haven't I mother, Hannah?" Both went to him, stood at his side and said yes. Lorna, a woman of the world noted their adoration of him right off. "We have settled into a loving hierarchy, there is me, Mother and Hannah, you would have to fit in, could you?" he asked her so gently, but he was already designing her seduction. 

Lorna sensing that she was being invited into a sort of club, and she agreed she could, and would. They had to tip toe around Lorna in the night; she was unaware of the loving going on around her. But gradually things fell into place, she guessed, she loved them all anyway, and wished she could find a way of saying to them, "I want to join the club as a paid up member." She would never deceive them. 

One night Thomas went to her room, he his mother and Hannah had talked and all decided that the time should be right. He looked at her lying there in bed wearing a little nightie. She looked at him, her short dark hair neatly brushed, her cherub face turned to him. No words were spoken, she knew why he was here. Lorna put down the book she was reading, and waited. He approached and she swept back the covers, the unsaid invite asking him in. 

He dropped his clothes to the floor, the sexy women waiting for him appraised him, and she was impressed by her brother's son, very impressed, a tentative kiss ensued, a touchy feely one, fingers of all four hands began to explore. Lorna was an experienced woman unlike her niece and sister. But when she grasped Thomas for the first time, she sensed that she might just have found what she had been looking for, why she had never married, waiting for the right man, was Thomas he? She thought so. 

After she lay there panting having being made love to like it was the first time she knew that he was. She was so now looking forward to the rest of the night, she felt that she might learn a thing or two, she did! Mary and Hannah are two very lucky women she told them the next morning after a family meeting chaired by Thomas. 

Within six months the house had been redecorated and refurbished to bring it into the 21st century. Thomas was the king of the castle, Mary and Hannah had swelling bellies, but Hannah was ahead of her mother by about one month. Both women were ecstatically happy, and so was Lorna, she was 2 months on. 

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A Son Captures His Mother



Then she felt a definite hardening, a bigger swell of his shaft, the bell like end was getting hotter, and more strident. This told Mary what was about to happen, the cock in mouth was about to ereupt, just like it once had those long years past. The forgotten memory hit her mind, and Mary hit her task with an almost vengeance, she had to make this cock give her what her very soul wanted, his sweet salty sperm.

Thomas jabbed forward one last time, and the jet stream of hot sticky and thick sperm, bounced into his mother's waiting needful mouth. It was almost jelly like in substance, and it went down her throat with one huge gulp to splash into her stomach. The next lumpy mound was the same, thick and like jelly, this too was taken in one heavy gulp, and a deep breath from Mary. 

More spurts came in, and Mary dispatched them with mounting glee from his mother, her one and only time had never been like this. This was a first for her, this was her new memory, she gave everything she had to Thomas stood above her, her hands were on his hips holding him to her, while she drained him of every tiny globule of his sperm.

Thomas withdrew slowly, even he hadn't expected this, in his mind he had seen himself cum in his mothers mouth, but then she had spit it out all over the floor, but she hadn't, she had gleefully taken it all, and would have had more had there been any! Mary sank backwards on to the bed. Thomas, feeling a little embarrassed by this turn of events hurried to his bathroom and cleaned himself up.

When he returned his mother was dashing from his room, he let her go. "Better let her get used to it," he told himself while happily playing with his resplendent cock. This was one memory that would never fade, never!

He never saw her again that day, he went out, and when he came home his parents were in bed sleeping. He jacked himself off, and blew his load on to the bed. This time let his cum soak into the sheets, he wanted his mother to find it in the morning when she made his bed.

The following morning she kissed her husband's cheek as he left, then she sat down, she had to, she had to think. What she had done yesterday was incomprehensible, how had she succumbed to it. And, more to the point, enjoy it as she had. "The Lord will seek repentance for this foul deed" she admonished herself.

She heard Thomas coming down stairs, she busied herself at the sink, she daren't even look at him, she felt so ashamed, but it was also mixed in with the remnants of the arousal she had been subjected to.                               Thomas put one of the new plates on the table, and she heard him say. "Good morning mother, one down, only five to go!" When she turned around to ask what he meant, he was walking back down the hallway and up the stairs. She looked at the plate, and then the penny dropped.                            "Me for the plates, that's his game then is it?" she asked herself. And for the second time he had taken the wind right out of her sails, now there was no option, no second choice, no plan B. After several minutes of hard thinking, she knew what had to be done, there was no way out now. She said a prayer, asked for forgiveness for her regretful ways, and also asked God to forgive her son. "He knows not what he does." She half quoted.

Mary looked at herself in the hallway mirror, and she made the conscious decision to let her hair down, 'more freedom' she admitted. She shook her mane of hair and went upstairs to the fate Thomas had in store for her. And as she walked up she began to see herself, to maybe think that she was migrating into two women, met morphing? she wondered, if that was even a description.

One was the woman she had turned into, the woman her husband had made her to be. While she would always believe in God to the end, she was also turning into someone she didn't recognise, but whom she seemed to know. She hated what she was doing, but found it compelling, she thought she might grow horns, like the she devil she was.

Mary actually sauntered into Thomas's room, this time he was facing her as she entered, this made her wince inside. She had expected him to be turned away from her, allowing her to have a jaunty feel of her being. She immediately lowered her eyes, she looked at the floor.

"Mother," Thomas said. Mary felt the command from within, the command that was delivered with Thomas putting the plate on the table. She knew her place, Mary had thought that with her knowing, and being subjected to this, it would give her the strength she needed to fight it.

Her resolve drained away like water from a bath. "Yes Thomas, I'm here." She answered almost reverently.                "I know you are here mother, I can see you!" Mary moved to her son and stood before him. "Five more plates mother, our agreement?" Mary shrank in his presence.                     "Where is this going to end?" she asked herself, she thought she knew, but didn't. It would end with her complete subjugation to her son, and that was Thomas's sole target, to have his mother for himself.

"Five plates Thomas, yes I know, what do you want from me?" she enquired with deep respect in her voice. He pointed to his bed. She went to it and took off her blouse once more, followed by her bra. Mary's breasts and nipples were in an atomic state, ready for total detonation.

Thomas pointed to the floor in front of him indicating where he wanted her to be, on her knees before him. Mary was almost sick with the humiliation, her servitude was being taken from her husband and passed to her son. "What will become of me?" she asked herself whilst lowering herself on to the pillow he had laid there.

She prayed to God for her salvation, and then unzipped her son's jeans. He looked at her, Mary nodded her head and reached in to fish him out. The hard bar was enough to ignite Mary's mind again, his small assailed her nostrils first, the flame lit, and she went from hating herself, to loving the thing that was making her betray her life, her son's mighty young cock.

She leaned forward, her mind was clear now, "serve him, make him happy, make yourself happy Mary, forget everything, and now!" were the words that ran through her mind. She kissed the end of it, opened her mouth and slid the mesmeric hard flesh into her mouth and sucked. 

Her whole mind was now on Thomas as she looked up at his face, her son's eyes were glued to hers. Now she wanted to serve him, he was making her these things, but he wasn't nasty, he didn't bully her, there was no physical force involved. It was as if she was voluntarily doing this, and she also wanted to. Having a hard cock in her mouth again after 22 years or so, was more than she was able to resist.

She was looking at him, but she wasn't seeing him anymore, her being was filled with him in her mouth, his aroma being breathed in and out as she sucked him. She tried again to get him all in, but she couldn't not from this angle, she decided that if opportunity presented itself, she would make a real determined effort to do so.

Thomas spoke to her, "Mother," he said, "you are the best cock sucker alive, I love it, make me cum for you mother, make me cum!" His words, though blasphemous were a source of pride to her, she literally beamed, she had never been praised by her husband for anything, and it induced her to suck harder and longer.

Mary jammed her mouth on and off his cock in fast thrusts, also hitting her own tonsils to get ready for the day this cock went past them. Thomas's knees jerked, Mary readied herself for the luscious blast of cum that was going to be deposited into her mouth. It happened, it hit her so hard she almost lost some as it tried to beat its way out of her mouth and on to the floor. Mary defeated the attempt and swallowed that first huge lump of thick salty goo.

She swooned in utter arousal, this very act was turning her on like she had never been, her son as controlling her life now, and of that she was certain. She sucked and swallowed in quick succession, his cum filled her mouth, and Mary emptied it just as quick, slowly the amount subsided and Mary gallantly took every last drop.

Thomas allowed his cock out, and Mary sank to her haunches, she looked at him with wonder now in her eyes. He had changed from her son, he was no longer that, but he as a man, her man she wondered? Then Thomas took her by total surprise, he dropped to his knees, they were touching each other. He put his arms around her, and kissed her. Mary was so astonished she never moved, she could not remember ever being kissed by her husband like this, and especially not after sexual gratification.

Mary gently flowed into Thomas's kiss, it was twenty years since a kiss had been placed on her lips this way, and Mary almost cried with happiness, she began to feel like a woman again, like the woman she really was, once was.

"What is he doing to me?" she asked herself, "whichever way I turn now he is there now, guiding me, showing me the way." Thomas felt her breasts, squeezed and rolled each nipple, he kissed her neck. Mary died inside, the urge to throw herself at him was almost irresistible.

Thomas stood and helped her up, her legs hardly supported her such was the arousal and inner turmoil charging her body and mind. "It's time mother, now it is right," he said. He led her to his bed, Mary hadn't a clue as to what he had meant by that, but she was now in fit state to refuse anything he said or did.

He laid her down, and his mother spread her arms above her head, as if knowing sh was the subject of her son's carnal desires, and was giving herself up to him. Her fabulous breasts were pointing at the ceiling, her nipples were like child's rockets waiting to be shot into the night sky.

As Thomas lay beside her, her arms went around him, she was ready, even if she didn't know what she was ready for. Thomas kissed her again, and the warm glow spread from her head to her feet. There would be no way back for her, and to be fair, Mary wouldn't want one by the time her son had finished with her. Thomas was taking her away from his father and having her for himself.

He encompassed his mother in his arms, kissed her, Mary responded, then his hand went under her skirt, and felt the gusset of the huge knickers she had on, there were no scanty lace underwear for his mother, her husband would not allow such items.

Mary tensed, this was unexpected, she looked about her wildly, "what will God say?" she prayed. But by the time she waited fpr some kind of answer, her legs shot up into the air. Thomas had found his mark, and his mother was no more. His finger slid into the little wet slit, prodded and rubbed, caressed and stroked. And Mary had her first orgasm in so many years. It blew her part, she cried out with utter joyful chaotic painas it strummed her like an old guitar.

Thomas tore her panties away, he ripped them to shreds, then he bunched up his mother's skirt, and laid over her. Mary was hypnotised, she had her hands on his upper arms, not defensively, but submissively. Her body over took her mind, all of her religious beliefs were cascading to the floor around her.

Thomas probed once, felt the wet and pushed, his mother's hardly used vagina split like cleaver had struck it and he was in. He sank fast, Mary lost her breath, she was paralysed with aroused fear, it was something from the primeval past. Soon she was lost in the emotions that were beginning to abound her, emotions and sensations long forgotten.

Thomas stroked his cock in and out and Mary's legs rose all by themselves to surround him. Her arms held him, her grip becoming tighter with each inward thrust of the hot hard flesh within her most secret and treasured place. Mary erupted like a volcano, she screamed out as she came, it burst her like water breaking a dam holding it back.

The earthquake broke every known resistance, she didn't have, she was forced into blissful acceptance. Every emotion she had known was fait accompli. Thomas was creating within her a new woman before God, and before the eyes of God himself. He would present her to him and ask for his forgiveness, and allow her to be this new woman.

Mary had multiple climaxes, they drove her over the edge into almost insanity. Her son's snaking cock was seeking out every crevice she had, and forced them into the open where she was devoured with each thrust of his rampant all consuming cock. Thomas didn't cum this time, it was too quick after the last one. But he hammered his mother, Mary had never undergone such luscious cruelty.

He drove and drove at her until she became limp from his ministrations, and her own climaxes, there was no fight in her, there would never be again. Mary lay comatose, Thomas got off her, and removed her skirt, and what was left of the horrid panties she had worn for the last time, he would see to that.

When his father came home, he demanded his dinner, Mary served him quietly, all she wanted to do was have a bath, and go to bed, she was sore, and she ached wonderfully from head to toe. He retired for his nightly 'meeting' with God, and Mary went away, at the top of the stairs Thomas stopped her.

She looked at him fearfully, she knew he was the one, the one she would follow and obey if he made her.                 "Thomas," she whispered, looking over her shoulder.            "Don't worry mother," he told her, "I just wanted to kiss you goodnight," and he did so, and Mary nearly fell down, as her emotions triggered the jelly in her knees.

She hurried away to the bathroom to save herself, she sat on the toilet, ran the bath and thought. "Mary," she told herself, "things have gone too far and too fast. But having said that, what are you, what can you do about it now. You know as soon s he says something, touches you or whatever, you are going to break again don't you?"

She tried to shut it out of her mind, except that she couldn't, she found herself wondering what Thomas would be doing with her tomorrow. Her vagina cramped at the thought, knowing he was going to use her made her fall into the water as a climax overtook her.

Thomas gave her the rest of the plates that next morning, she thanked him with all of her heart and saying a prayer to God for her salvation. He took her in his arms, kissed her and told her he loved her. Then told her to go upstairs, she went without a word of protest.

He walked into his room to find her on her knees on the pillow completely naked, kneeling up, head down in a servile position. This made him grin with victory, he had not only won the battle, he knew now he had won his mother, she was his, she was no longer his father's wife.

He undressed leaving her there and got on his bed, laid on his back and told her to "Come here mother." She did, his cock was already hard, it was pointing up his lithe and supple body. "Get on it mother, you know you want to." Mary had never done such a thing in her life, she had always just laid there while Ronald did his thing and got back off.

"But Thomas," she mumbled, I, er, Hmmmm, I er,?"           "Mother, climb on, put it in and let nature take its course, now!" he ordered. Mary quickly did what he said, but couldn't get him in her. "Take hold of it mother, and put it in," he cajoled her. Mary was reluctant to feel it like that, and she tentatively gripped it, but seemed afraid it was going to bite her.

She raised herself up, slid it over her vagina, felt that it was right and slowly sank down. It took her breath from out of her body, this was a sensation she had no experience of. It pierced her, her stomach moved out of the way to accommodate him, Thomas was looking t her, watching the contortions she was pulling on her face. Nature made her bear down on him, forcing every bit of him into her.

Mary sighed in fantastic satisfaction, she placed her hands on his stomach and began to lift herself up, then lower down. It was unbelievable, she leaned forward and rocked on her knees, the sensations just kept getting better. Her face was glowing, her cheeks were burning, and her mind was obliterated by her feelings, feelings she had never known.

An orgasm blew her nearly off him, she had to throw herself forward to grab him to prevent it. She blew out her cheeks in aloud "Whooooo! Oh my God, Oh God, sweet Mary of Jesus!" she cried as climax on climax blasted her apart. Now head bowed, she never heard herself use the Lords name so blasphemously. "Thomas, oh Thomas, I love you Thomas, I love you!" she wept tears of unheralded joy.

Thomas near killed her then when he unloaded into her, he grabbed her hips, held her to him and drove his own hips and cock so far in it nearly choked her to death. His heavy thick sperm flooded her vagina, cervix and womb, she was full to the top of Thomas's baby making cum, and his tadpoles searched for a partner, which they found easily.

Each day was similar, though not the same, the fourth day, he fucked his mother in the kitchen on the table one day, in the afternoon it was the garage, then the potting shed, even on her husband's desk in his den! Mary never knew when and where he would take her, she only knew she had to go with him. 

Dinner had passed successfully the previous day, Sunday. Mary had had to bear with her son, while his father was eating his lunch, he had asked her to wear a loose fitting dress, and when she sat at the table, to lift it above her knees. When Mary asked why, he just winked at her and smiled that devilish smile. Thomas had stroked her knees with his foot, she got excited because of the grave danger, and illicitness of his actions. Then he had put his toes in Mary's vagina and made her cum for him. 

Her head bowed at the table. Mary's knuckles were white as she gripped her knife and fork, Hannah looked puzzled but never said anything. Thomas winked at her as if to say. "You know something is going on Hannah, but have no idea what!" And she didn't, she watched her mother cum sat right next to her, but never understood it. But Mary now knew that her son was her Lord in the life she was living.

The following day Monday, in the early afternoon Thomas took her into town to a ladies lingerie shop. There he selected many items, all for his mother, including, soft sexy silky underwear, stockings and suspenders, high heels, lacy matching bras. Telling her, "Mother this is what you will wear for me and only me okay?" Mary nodded her head.

Mary was embarrassed to be even holding such decadent clothing, but the woman in her liked them, she tried them on at home and despite contradicting her beliefs, she admired how she looked. "I hope Thomas likes me like this, she gushed to herself.

The next morning Mary went to Thomas's room before he got up, she was dressed to kill, for him! She gave a little cough as she stood half way between his bed and the door, there she posed, one leg showing through the slit in her gown, her scanty underwear ready to entice her man, that was if he needed any enticing, she thought, he hadn't up to now.

Thomas opened his eyes and they fell on his mother. "Mother you look absolutely fabulous, drop the gown please," he said. Mary slid it from her shoulders, her confidence growing by the second. She spun on one foot to show him her voluptuous body, his body! "Come here," was his command, Mary obeyed, he patted the bed beside him and Mary smoothed herself in, and slid to him, she was ready, and she knew he was ready.

Thomas hooked a finger into her panties and quite simply pulled them off her, he snapped them. This made Mary gasp in unmitigated arousal. Thomas did no more but mount her, he slaked his thirst on and in her body. Mary was again in her own personal heaven, she came without thinking of it. Thomas peered at his mother, e knew there would be no going back, not now.

By the end of the second week Mary was fully in her son's loving control, he treated her with full respect, except in sexual matters, her naivety was still young. And Mary loved each day her son made love to her, and on the third day of that week Mary learned to deep throat, and she was ecstatic. She had him on his back and was forcefully sucking him, a task she loved. 




A Son Captures His Mother



She knew that this could be the day when she might succeed. She positioned herself, bashed her tonsils on him, and then, taking one huge breath, she forced her head down and in he went. Her nose was suddenly buried in his pubic hair, and they tickled her lips as she sucked him deeper.

Thomas was amazed at her, he could see it, her face was nearly flat on his loins. He shot his load and Mary nearly drowned, his cum shot straight down her neck. She never had the chance to savour it, she was sad because she wanted to keep his taste in her mouth. Pulling back she managed to capture what was left. Then she made a mental note to make sure he was in her mouth and not her throat the next time she did this.

A month later Mary's marital allegiance to her husband had completely swapped to her son, she was Ronald's wife no more. She had even rebuffed him twice now on his ritual Saturday night Wham Bam. She didn't hate him, nothing could ever make Mary hate anyone, she felt sorry for him, and that turned to nothing but pity.

Mary was her son's pupil, and she learned fast, but she would always and be and willingly would be, submissive to him, not only because that was the way it was, she too wanted that way. Mary had no ideas where this was going to end, or how, she only knew that her life with her son was the one she wanted, and would never give up.

But Thomas was setting his sights on his sister now, the success he had with his mother made him think that, if he could come up with a way, he might have his eighteen year old beautiful virgin sister for himself too. If that happened he would definitely find a way to rid themselves of his father, and Mary's husband. Hannah's rescue and redemption was under serious consideration and scrutiny.