19 comments/ 168127 views/ 106 favorites A Son Takes His Mother By: qualitywheat To those whom constantly degenerate me, why do you even read what I write, there is no mileage in your carping vitriol, to be so hateful. As I have said, you get summarily deleted, so you are just wasting your time, please just slide back under the rocks! I will continue having fun on here, bye. * My son had been interested in all things magical and escapology for most of his life, he was fascinated by it. He would stare in awe at the television when some one came on and performed death defying feats, utter mystery where some thing had gone, or where something had appeared from. As he grew up we bought him magic trick sets, books, life stories of the masters, auto biography's, all sorts of thing. He joined clubs and circles; he was learning tricks and escape things all the time. A bi product of him growing up with older people, mainly magicians, he was older and more mature than his peers. I quite liked it too, we held adult conversations, and did adult things together. His dad took a back seat, he could never quite get into magical things, though he did try bless him, as Jamie grew older he became less interested in it, but he was a good dad in every way apart from that. I didn't bear a grudge and neither did our son. We accepted his views and that was that. I began to take him all over to conventions and the like. He was becoming known in the circles as a possible artiste of the future. But he was turning more to escapology than all things magical, although he still was interested and practiced his tricks, even inventing new versions of old ones. As he grew older he had really developed his expertise and was becoming know in the world of magic and escapology. We would go off for weekends, staying in the odd hotel, and to keep costs down we used twin bedded rooms, it was unusual at first but we got used to doing what we had to do without interfering with each other. What I didn't know was he was forming an attachment to me, I think it must have been because of the close proximity we were sharing on our travels. He would have the odd glimpse of me in various states of undress, that sort of thing. And to be honest I got glimpses of him too, so I knew he was a man now, and not so much of a boy, if you know what I mean? He was old enough now at 19 years, to travel to places on his own, but I liked going with him, and he always wanted me to be with him too. It was fabulous to see him going on some stage somewhere to do his acts, he wasn't known yet, but he was adding to his repertoire, and he was becoming comedic too. He started to make the audience laugh as he made his magic, or made something go wrong. One night he was supporting some foreign magician who was well known, and he was impressed with my son. And he invited him for a chat in his dressing room after the show, he told Jamie that he thought he could go far, though he had much work to do, and lots of practice, always look for new material, refine and fine tune it. And with luck he would get the opportunity to perform on a higher stage. He ended the chat with a gift, it was his old straight jacket, that, he said, Houdini himself had once used. He held it out, you could see it was a worn one, but it was in good condition, and still had the taped hanging from the cuffs. It turned out to be this that led my son to do what he did, and do what he wanted to me! My name is Ellen Withers, I am 39 years old, I have a daughter who is a year and a bit older than Jamie, and she is away in college, and only comes home at the end of term, but only fleetingly, she is always off doing things. I consider myself still attractive, in fact I know I am judging by the offers I still get from men wishing to form a liaison with me. I have to confess, I have taken up two of the offers over the years, but it was just sexual relief as far as I was concerned, and there would never be any future with me. I didn't want to change my life, I was quite happy with it the way it was. But all that was to change wasn't it? I am 5ft 2" I still have nice shiny hair, just above my shoulders, a nice fringe, its auburn in colour, which I help with a little highlighting. I know I have a nice face, a lot of men and boys are always sneaking glances at me and it. My body is active in every way; and it's very receptive to the touch, also responsive to a caress, and tender assaults. I love sex, which is why I took the highway a couple of times. As with most marriages, sex tends to slide as you get older, I still want it more than my husband gets it up for, but I accept it. Jamie was so thrilled about the gift, and immediately we got back to the hotel, he asked me if he could put it on me, to see how it worked. I of course agreed, but I had to remove my blouse and bra, for him to take note of how he would possibly use it in an act of the future. I went into the bathroom, removed my clothing, and put it on; I slipped my arms in and held it in place. Jamie checked it, fastened the buckles at the back, and then wrapped the tapes around me, bringing my opposite hands across my hips and fastening them together. I was utterly captured, I knew without even trying, I would never in my life ever get out of it, it was impossible! He was more than impressed, and made a joke of me being his slave, I laughed with him. But, he said, that while it was good, it would be of no use in a modern day act. Or for what he had in mind on how to get the best use out of it. That if he had a new one made from different material, other colours than the drab faded khaki, he would be able to use it. I agreed and together we sourced a manufacturer that could make a straight jacket to his sizes specifications. It took a month to make and was quite expensive but we hid the cost from his dad. It arrived by post and Jamie took it upstairs to his room, and wouldn't let me see it. I couldn't understand why, trade secrets, he told me! It was another month and we were travelling again for two nights, Friday and Saturday. We arrived at the hotel and again shared a twin bedded room to keep costs down. What I didn't know then was, there were no shows to go to. He had set it all up, and he was setting his plan in motion, with me as the target! In the room we put our things away, I had a shower and we went to dinner. There he told me he was ready with his new straight jacket, but he needed to test drive it, to make sure it would all work to plan. And would I allow him to try it on me please? I of course agreed right off, I was happy to. We got back to the room about 9pm; he took it out of the closet and showed it to me for the first time. It looked very much like the other one except for the colouring; it was in a jungle green sort of colour, camouflage type. The material was a strong hessian type of cloth. He handed it to me and off I went to the bathroom to strip my top and bra off. I never really looked at it, but there had been added to it, two subtle changes in design. I had my hair down, and put some talc on me to help with the feel. It itched my nipples a bit, and those being as sensitive as they were, grew to full attention. I came out of the bathroom, holding it to me as before, and he fastened the Velcro tabs at the back, modern day needs Mum, he told me with a smile. I still had my skirt on, stockings, I love them, complete with belt and thong, but I had kicked my shoes off. What I still hadn't seen as he fixed the tapes around me, my arms crossed at the front and immobilised at my sides was. There were two kind of full flaps at the front, right where my boobs were. Jamie walked around me, tugging here and there, then said. "Try and get out of it mum, see if you can?" I tried, it was impossible; no matter what I did I was helpless. "Mmmm, just as I thought mum, helpless, and captured, in fact my prisoner, yes?" he enquired. "Yes Jamie, I appear to be so, don't I?" And I laughed lightly. He put his arms around me from the back, and whispered in my ear, "You know I love you mum don't you?" "Yes Jamie of course I do, what's all this about?" I wasn't concerned, why should I be. "Because," he said, softly into my ear, "it's about this." And he pulled at the front of the jacket. There two tearing sounds, and two velcroed hand sized flaps came away, right where my nipples and boobs were. He tossed them aside, and in one fluid moment he scooped my boobs out, cupped them, and started squeezing my nipples and twiddling them! To say I was gob smacked was an understatement; I couldn't get my breath, or my voice. I was stood in the centre of our room; my son was behind me, arms around me and crossed in front. And he was toying with my already, because of the material of the straight jacket, fully distended, sensitive, and responsive nipples. I managed to gasp out gutturally, "Jamie what are you doing, stop it please?" "Sorry mom," he said, "no can do, I've waited too long, so the answer is no!" "But Jamie, I'm your mother, you shouldn't do this, its wrong honey," I mumbled. "Thing is mom, I am, and to me, it's wholly right!" he told me, and that was that. I stood there helpless, and my nipples were roaring at me. I felt him shuffle his face into my neck and his super heated breath washed over me. Then his mouth made contact, it made me shiver terribly. I bent my head to try and get away, and that brought the most amazing erotic sight I have ever seen into view. And also something else, I felt his cock press into the crack of my thinly protected ass. I was looking down at his fingers as they worked my nipples into a frazzle, my knees almost buckled. Each one was locked in between his finger and thumb, squeeze, twist, tweak, pull, doing it all over, time and again. I could hardly bear it, and I think the situation I was now in, being a hapless victim, added to my heightening arousal. "Jamie please don't, I can't sta..., I almost admitted right to him that I couldn't stand it, but managed at least not to say it. Not right then anyway, he had my neck now too. I felt the kisses and nibbles right to the centre of my being. It felt so good, it was so bad, and the utter naughty feeling of it made me cringe in his arms. That's when he turned me around; he bent his head and sucked a nipple in, then the other one. I exploded, my pussy tightened. "Jamie please darling, stop, I can't stand it!" I bleated it out, there I had said it, "I can't stand it, and it's driving me mad!" My arms crossed over my stomach, and so securely tied there was no where for me to go. Jamie let go briefly, but only to squat a little in front of me, he wrapped his arms under my bum, and suddenly I was up in the air. And guess where my nipples were, yep you've got it, right in front of his mouth! Jamie stepped to the wall and held me against it. He captured one, I was vaguely aware of my head bumping the wall behind me. I was building up into a complete state of arousal; or rather he was building me up into it. Although I was still asking him, pleading even, "no Jamie stop it, I'm your mother, please don't Jamie, oh please?" He switched from one to the other and back again, over and over. My mind began to reel and numb, my belly tightened, it always done when I'm getting there. I was staring down at something I hadn't seen in eighteen years, my son was suckling me once more, but this time it was having a different result. My beautiful baby boy was attached to me, just as he used to be all those years before. Excitement built in me at the sight, I wanted to urge him on now, to suck harder, to let me feed you my sweet darling boy, these were my only thoughts in my head, all other protests were now gone. I wanted to wrap my arms around his head and neck, and I wanted to kiss the top of his head, I couldn't hold him. But I could kiss him so I did, and that brought a moan of surrender from me. He wouldn't have known that, he would have only heard a soft moan from his aroused mother, but I think it was enough. "Give in mom?" he asked as he lifted his lovely head. "Yes darling, I give in, its unbearable sweetheart, please give me a moment, please?" He ignored my fervent request, and fastened my nipples back into his mouth once more, one after the other they went. My head hit the wall again, if there had been any fight or resistance left in me, it disappeared in one fell swoop, as his teeth nipped me. I heard a distant "Argggggh," My eyes popped open, I wondered where it had come from, then realised it had been me. "Oh Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, oh darling please," I murmured. My last feeble attempt to rescue the situation was when I weakly told him, that I was his mother, and should you be doing this to me? "The reason I am doing this mom, is because I have to, you stopped being my mother ten minutes ago, you will now be my lover, my loving mother, and I will be your lover too, your loving son. To put it another way mom, you are the ultimate and total MILF. So I am going to be a mother fucker." Before I could make any further protest, my nipples came under fire again, and my breath whooshed out of me once more. Then I was on my way to the bed, carried in his strong unyielding arms. The thought of him making love to me, or as he had just put it, fucking me, hadn't really registered in my scattered and addled brain. He climbed on, lay me down and surrounded me in his arms. His mouth came into contact with mine, but I twisted my head away, I wasn't quite ready for the kiss, the first kiss that would I knew, bring me down! Jamie treated my nipples to a symphony of finger songs, I swear I could hear them humming along to the tune he was orchestrating. Kissing and sucking on them, I could only watch as the mesmerising sight of his lips hugging them, brought me further and further along the road of my seduction. Then he quickly rolled me over, I went where he pushed me, there was no traction for me to stop him. My skirt was undone, I heard the zip go down and then he pulled it off my helpless form. "Ooooh mom, oh that's fantastic, and so sexy, dressing this way, do you know how beautiful you really are mom, do you?" he asked me lovingly. "Darling," I replied, and why I said, what I said next, baffled me, "I only want to look beautiful for you Jamie, only you." "Oh dear Lord mom, stockings and suspenders, you are one sexy beast," my son told me. I felt my thong being removed, and slipping down my legs and away. "I'm leaving those on mom," he said, I supposed he was referring to my stockings etc. "Having you like this was my wildest dream, you have no idea mom, you really don't!" I didn't, but I was finding out, there was no doubt now where this was going and where it was going to end, or if it even was going to end. Jamie turned me over to lie on my back, then he got off the bed, and began to undress himself. I watched as if my eyeballs were glued to him. Where had he got all this from, I wondered? This wasn't my son, well, he was, but now he was behaving like a strong knowledgeable man. He pulled his shirt off to reveal his upper torso; I had seen it more times than you can shake a stick at. But now it looked different, it was a man's flat chest, strong, lithe and supple, broadening at the shoulders and narrowing at the waist. His six pack showing above the top of his trousers. I remember thinking to myself, Wow! He kicked his shoes and socks off, and then he was undoing the belt and zip, it raped its way down. I was about to see him naked for the first time in so many years. The thoughts of being at his mercy, tied into a straight jacket were so far from my thoughts now. I didn't care. I was utterly besotted and stunned by the young man in front of me. One I knew unerring certainty now, would be fucking and making love to me, when, where, and how he wanted. He dropped his pants to the floor, and the bulge behind his boxers was hugely evident. My eye line fixed on to it, I distinctly remember licking my lips as I focussed on it. I didn't see him smiling at me, smiling in victory I suppose, because he had won. He had won not only the battle, but the war too. I could see he was fully hard, and from my point of view he looked pretty big, I found myself hoping so too! Jamie hooked his thumbs into the top, hesitated for effect and pushed them down, his young cock bounced into my sight; he wiggled his hips to make it bounce more. I was hungry; I wanted to devour my own son's cock! It really was a good size, not massive, but certainly very admirable to me. The head was prominent, thicker toward the top, and narrowing slightly to the base. It stood straight out from him, as if looking me in the eye, and saying, 'get ready Ellen, I'm on my way.' The brown hair around it was lush and crinkly. I looked up from it, and into his eyes, he knew didn't he? He knew he had me, not only captured, his prisoner, but also on tenterhooks. I wanted to be taken. He quickly got next to me, his hot dick flopped on my leg, I felt the heat from it, and it excited me further. He immediately fastened my nipples in his mouth again, and he hooked his fingers into my increasingly boiling cunt! I was about to embark on an illicit affair with another man, a man who was my own son, and I have never in my life wanted anything more than this. I was desperate for him, for it! He kissed me, I responded, there was no going back now, even if I could have I would not. "Please Jamie, you've got me where you want me," I whispered huskily, "I need you darling, love me baby, love your mother, your lover. I'm yours darling if you want me. Please give me your love; you are a beautiful sexy, very bad, and a naughty boy!" He smiled broadly when I said that. Heaving himself over me, he plunged in, I was full to the gunnels in a flash. He grunted, I gasped, he weighed me down, he covered me like the stallion that covers its mare. I threw my feet into the air, and hooked them together over his strong back, and then he fucked me. I was unbelievably being taken, by my own son. He rammed into me and I felt him cum, he hadn't lasted very long, I half expected that, and I half hoped he would stay hard; he pleased me on both counts. His cum flooded my vagina, feeling it swim up and into my unprotected womb. Jamie got his second wind in a moment, and then he was off, like a race horse charging for the line, he drove me down the track. To say I hung on while he rode me to the finish line wouldn't be quite true, why? The reason was, I couldn't hold on to him, apart from keeping my legs over his back. Jamie's face was in mine, he was landing delicate but passionate kisses on my face and lips, and I kissed back as best as I could, that is, considering I was bouncing up and down on the bed. Then the mightiest of climaxes hit me so hard I cried out, Jamie was too intent on himself, and kept pounding away. And I had other orgasms that bent me in two each time. He was grunting, his face was bright red with the effort of cumming, as hard as he probably ever has. We came together in more ways than one, and slowly we tumbled down the orgasmic mountainside with each other. His head flopped down next to mine, we were both gasping for breath. I had been consummately, amazingly, and outstandingly, seduced, taken and screwed. And also, I had been literally nailed to the wall by my beautiful wonderful son. And because of it, I would love him forever; he would never hear the word 'no' from me, not ever. We lay there for quite a long time, he didn't move, I wondered if he had fallen asleep after all his exertions, not only in dropping me to my new place, but in the extremely successful attempt on me. I nudged him with my hip. He mumbled, raised his head and just looked at me. I understood what was going through his mind. What would I say now, now that he had done me, would I react in a way he wouldn't like. A Son Takes His Mother "Jamie I love you, and I'm okay, I loved it what you've just done, it was wrong, but it was fantastic too. And you really are a very bad boy, screwing your own mother like that. Do you realise that legally you raped me. Although I have to confess, I would have a real hard time admitting that in a court of law sweetie." I grinned at him. I saw the grin spread over his face, now he knew he was in the clear. "He laughed, I asked him what he was laughing at, he said. "I just wonder what dad would say if he could see us, you, me together, like this?" I blurted out and astonished laugh too. "He would have a heart attack Jamie if he saw you, using me at your will like this, me helpless to stop you." I answered softly, but I looked at him quizzically. "Yes," Jamie said, "I suppose he would, so, he had better not find out had he, wouldn't want the old bat to snuff it would we?" He giggled then. "He must never know Jamie, promise me, please?" He did, he swore on his life that his dad would never find out. " "He knows I love you mom," Jamie said, "he looks at me funny sometimes, especially when you and I are talking, and even more funnily when we are going away together. I think he wonders what's happening in the bedroom we share, or I talk about you." "He can't possibly have even thought about this though Jamie, can he?" I asked astonished at my son. "Probably not, but he knows there's more between us than mother and son, I can tell, but I've steered him away from it." I relaxed a little then, and thinking back, he had been a little odd with me on occasions, but I put it down to petty jealousy. "You can let me be free if you want sweetheart," I said, "I won't fight you, I won't even think it." "No you won't fight me mom, I have a feeling that you like being tied up, at my mercy, so I can do anything I want, and you can't stop me, am I correct mom?" To my amazement, I hadn't thought of that, but he was right, I did like being tied up. Being taken by him had been the most enthralling event to ever happen to me. The way he had simply trapped me, taken me, got me against the wall, fried my nipples, dipped his fingers into my hot cunt, kissed me then just plain fucked me. A wonderful beautiful warm glow spread through my entire body. I looked directly into his gorgeous grey eyes and said. "I am your defenceless captive Jamie, if you decide to do what ever you decide to do, then I will be unable to stop you. But having said that, I don't believe I would want to stop you. You can love me, or rape me, I am your loving mother, a mommy who wants to be done by her loving son, when ever the fancy takes him from now on, my beautiful son!" "Then I'll keep you like this for a while mom, I like it this way," he told me. Then he took me into the bathroom, sat me on the bidet and washed out his cum, and my own from my beaten cunt. He dried me off, I had no idea what were his intentions for me, but somehow, I felt I was going to enjoy them. Back on the bed, he spent a long time kissing me, I responded in every way I could, he was also toying with my nipples and hot twat. And in one leap he was in the air, and dropping down over me, head to toe, 69! His buried his head between my thighs and sucked my pussy lips in, his tongue got my clit, and I recoiled and slid up and down on it. I had my first cum on his face and mouth, I lazily peered up through slatted eyes and there they were, his tight balls, his cock was resting on my cheek, I turned my head quickly and sucked his fabulous weapon in. I was sucking my own son's cock, and it was so exciting! Everything he did, was doing, was having such and effect on me, I came and came again. Jamie got his elbows under my knees and lifted them, my feet were waving about, and I was as wide open to him as a hanger door on an aerodrome. Forcing my knees further back and my body bent with it. I felt his tongue on my tight little back door, he was rimming me! I squealed around his prick, my son, my lover was turning out to be the perfect woman fuck machine, and he was mine, I hoped! I came so many times in that one love session, it was hopeless to even try and count them. I have always been able to have multiple orgasms, and this beat any record I may have had. Then Jamie pumped down at me, and I was being filled with his cum, it was a good job my head was tilted backwards, it gave me the optimum pose for taking it all. I so loved the feel of his hot cum on my tongue, the unusual taste as it slipped down my throat. And of knowing your own son has just blasted his seed down your forgiving neck, is an action I would recommend to all women on earth, its wonderful, and so stimulating. Jamie sucked and licked me dry, I was on empty, my own tank was drained, as was his now. He relaxed above me, and I waited. I wasn't going to make any sudden moves, this was his show, he was directing the cast, me! And his production was a world show stopper as far as I was concerned. I felt rather than saw him wiping his face on the bed clothes, what on earth were the cleaners going think, all this cum and love juice dried to the bed sheets? He turned around, and looked a little sheepishly at me; I smiled the best smile I had. "Kiss me Jamie?" I enquired. He fell on me, the kiss lasted forever, and when he stopped, he stared deep into my eyes, and said. "I will always love you mom, always." "I know baby, I know, and I will always always love you too" I told him, and if I hadn't known it, I knew it now! We fell asleep then, but not before I asked him if he wanted to free me. "No, he had said, "I'll probably wake in the night and want a quickie. So I can just give you one, make myself cum, and not let you do it, that way you'll be crazy for me again in the morning, right!" I spoke words I had never dreamed of in my life. "I'll want you any time, any where you say from now on Jamie, I swear." It was my honest reply. And he did wake up too, I think it was about three in the morning, I woke up to find him stuffing his cock into me, by the time I was fully awake, he was shooting his load! "Please Jamie, wait for me, I want to cum too." "You'll have to wait until it gets light mom for yours, go back to sleep, night night!" he whispered, turned me away from him, and he spooned into me. I was in dire need of a climax, but there was nothing I could do. I was being fully controlled by my direct son. He knew what he wanted, he had taken it, and he had got it, me! What I had not thought of either was the possibility of Jamie making me pregnant. My husband had had the snip after he was born, so we never used contraceptives in any form. The thought of pregnancy had long gone from my vocabulary. What I didn't know was I was already preggers. Jamie had done the deed, and with probably on that first fatal shot of cum that spit straight into my womb. Looking back it had happened right in the middle of my fertile time, I was ovulating, I had to have been. But that was the furthest thing from my mind, in fact, it had to have been light years away. I somehow went back to sleep with that undeniable itch I have, when I want a good shagging. I woke to find him slowly and softly twiddling my nipples, it was my first waking thought was, 'Ooooh,' Oh I do love that, it can get me going immediately. Surprisingly I was comfortable, my strapped arms weren't aching or dead, I felt snug and warm. I looked over my shoulder to let my son, my lover, see I was awake. I blew him a kiss, because I couldn't reach him. "Are you okay darling?" I breathed. His answer was to increase his ministrations of my nipples, I was wriggling about, its impossible for me to deny fingers torturing them. A few minutes passed and he kept up the destruction of me and my nipples, and fingering my dripping wet cunt. He rolled me over and got on. It was a Jockey mounting his horse to ride on the range, Jamie hooked his hands under my shoulders and fucked me to hell, or heaven and back. My feet and legs flopped about like tree branches in a high wind above him. When the lights came back on in my head, I started to want to touch him, to hold him, make him mine too. He was the one holding all of the aces. He had completely and utterly seduced, and subdued me. All my thoughts were, 'this is where I want to be, how I want to be, under his control, forever!' But I had an urgent need to feel him, hold him and love him, and in doing so, give myself to him. I was nearly a physical wreck; how I had endured what he done to me was an amazing feat in my opinion. I would have been prepared to bet, that not many women would have survived the hammering fuckings I had gone through. And to confess here and now, I had loved every second of it. "Darling," I whispered into his open mouth, "please take this off me, I want to know you, to find my way around you, every inch of you. You can put it back on me when ever you want, but please allow me this one dire needful pleasure, please?" "Yes mom, you're right," he said, "but in a few minutes." Then mysteriously, he got up, went into the bathroom, and I heard him showering. When he came back, he dressed; I said wonderingly, "What are you doing Jamie"? "I'm going for breakfast," he told me, then he came to the bed, and undid the tapes holding my arms, and walked out of the door. It was a hell of a struggle but in fifteen minutes I had got out of it. I was also angry, how dare he treat his mother like this! I thought. I hurriedly showered myself, dressed, but then found myself making myself look as good as I could for him, and also selecting my sexiest underwear. He had me, he knew it, and I understood it too now. My anger dissipated, to be replaced with knowing I wanted him back here where I could get at my darling son, and make him screw me any way he wanted. It was all I could think about, having him near me, in me, and on me. His loving mother was a captured love struck girl. I dashed downstairs to find him sat reading a morning paper, when he saw me; he smiled a huge loving smile. "Ellen," he greeted me, "sit down, let me order you breakfast, you must be as hungry as I was?" I bent to kiss him, I didn't care who saw me. No one would know I was his mother, we were registered as Mr and Mrs Withers, which we actually are. I held the kiss for a while, and breathed, "I love you Jamie, please, let's go back upstairs?" "Not until you've eaten Mrs Withers," he smiled and told me, but his eyes were on the others in the dining room. He was asserting his authority. And the other diners heard this, so I did as I was told, a role reversal was underway. He was becoming the one who made the decisions, not me. I am nearly forty years old and I was surrendering myself to my nineteen year old son. I sat next to him, and his hand went immediately to my thigh. He squeezed it and said softly, "go and take your panties of mom, I want you naked!" He wasn't looking at me, his eyes were on the newspaper. Why I got up and did what he told me, I'll never know, but I did. I walked right out and into the public toilets and took them off. By the time I got back my juices were leaking, I was wet through, and so aroused, if he had told me to bend over the table so he could fuck me, I would have done. I sat down meekly next to him, his hand returned, oh it was so exciting, thrilling. "Hitch your dress up mom," he said. Again I did what he told me, quickly, making sure no that no one could see me, I worked it up. Jamie's hand slid right up, and his fingers toyed with me. I was being finger fucked by my son in an occupied dining room of a hotel. His thumb came into contact with my clit, and I came! As I did, the waiter arrived with my breakfast. What he must have thought when he saw my face either screwed up or contorted, I'll never know, but he did give me a glance that said. 'What's wrong maam, are you alright?' "Are you alright maam?" he asked me directly, I think my mouth flopped open and shut a couple of times. Jamie's thumb was in action on my clit, what was I to do? I managed to nod my head, and stuff a sausage into my open mouth. My thighs crushed together on his hand, but it didn't relieve the situation, I came again. This time the hiss I emitted was loud enough for some diners to look at me. The waiter took off, looking over his shoulder a couple of times, what on earth must be in his mind, he was an older man, so he probably knew what and orgasm did to women. But what scared me the most was, I loved what Jamie was doing, not just the thumb, but his whole being. I was under his thumb in more ways than one, that was for sure. I had never regarded myself as a submissive type of person, but I was willingly following Jamie's orders. If his father had tried this he would be given short shrift, no question, I would have told him to go and boil his head! But Jamie had got a hold on me, was it bondage? Was it the way he had taken me, I had tried to resist, but I suppose I hadn't tried very hard to either. The way he had made love to me, and literally fucked my brains out, my own son was guiding me down some unknown path? Or was I just, a sub? I tried to eat my breakfast, but Jamie's hand, fingers, and thumb was driving me nuts. I gave in to it completely, freely and willingly. I grunted when an orgasm hit me. "Feel my cock mom," he told me, I slid my hand over and it was as hard as a rock. "Oh Jamie, darling," I whispered. "It's all for you mom, its all because of you, no one else could make me this way, only you mom, only you!" "Darling, let's go up please?" I almost hated the begging in my tone, but if begging got me what I wanted, then begging would be the order of the day! I was so in need now, he had cornered me. He was looking at the paper when he said to me. "You ever been cocked in your back end mom?" I nearly choked; I coughed, and looked wildly around me to see if any one was catching on to the events taking place right in front of them. The woman they saw with this young man, was being systematically suborned to him. She was being torturously aroused, begging to be taken upstairs. She was, had even offered herself to him, for what ever purpose he might have in mind. And now he had revealed what he had in mind. "No Jamie, I haven't," then quickly added, "not yet." Because I knew that was what he was intending to do. Another climax on the strength of it beat a path to my pussy, and scrambled mind. My thighs were opening and closing on his murderous hand and digits. My own hand was clamped tight to his cock, if he had told me to get under the table and suck him off, I think I would have done, such was my desperate need for him. "Go upstairs mom, put the jacket on," he told me, "I will fasten it when I get there, and wait for me, otherwise naked, head down, backside up in the air." I didn't wait a second more; I was on my way before he had almost finished speaking. I raced up, got undressed, brushed my hair, put the jacket on, I managed to fasten some of the tabs, but obviously I couldn't fasten the tapes. I waited for nearly half an hour, every sound made, I was hoping it would be him walking in. I was gagging for him, for his cock, to do what he wanted. He wanted to fuck my rear end, it was his to fuck. I had no problem with that at all. The door opened, "Hello mom, Mmmm, that's a good girl mom, you are ready for me aren't you, hmmm?" "Yes Jamie, I'm ready for you, please Jamie?" "What mom, please what?" he was taunting me! "I need you in me Jamie, please hurry darling, I'm so stressed waiting for you, please?" I really was begging him now. He made a show of fastening the tapes and I was once again under his total control. "Do you like being my prisoner mom?" he said. I had no hesitation. "Yes darling, I love it, but please?" There it was, the begging again. "Do you want to be my slave mom, to be used any way I want to use you, do you want that mom?" His strength of character was astonishing, he was revealing his true persona, one I had never known or met. Now he was getting to the crux of the matter, he was going to turn me into his slave, slut, or whore, maybe all three. And to be honest, if that is what it would take to get him into me again, I was and would be. "Yes Jamie, I want to be your slave, you can treat me any way you wish. I will obey you, submit to you, anything darling, anything." I burst into tears than, the tension was too much for me. He struck my bare ass with such a tremendous slap, then again, and twice more on each cheek before I even moved. I collapsed into a blubbering heap. He lifted me back to my knees, and said. "Now mom, it's time I fucked you where no one ever has, is that true mom?" "Yes Jamie, it's true, no one has ever been in me there," and again I was begging him, "please Jamie, please?" He was suddenly behind me and I felt him nudge my bum hole. Then he was in, I cried out in utter joy, he was in me. I rejoiced in it. He could fuck me any how he liked, as long as he just fucked me, I didn't care any more. He stroked his cock in and out, finding my clit with his fingers, he drove me to my first ass born climax, it was stupendous, so fabulously unusual. He was splitting me in two, and I loved the pain he was causing me. He slapped me many more times, and each slap was the prelude to an orgasm. I don't know how long he had me there like that, it could have been 5 minutes, or 5 hours. All I do know is the traumatic shattering climaxes that ripped their way through me. But I do remember the last one, simply because it was the biggest and the best, he ripped his cock in and out of me so hard, and when he came, he smashed me up to the headboard. I was crumpled up against it and he came. His cum was like a steam jet in me, it felt white hot as he thrust it into my innocent virgin bowels. The weekend had been the most earth cracking, body smashing, pussy tearing, ass scraping thing in my entire life. God knows what was going to happen when we got home, my husband, Jamie's dad, was bound to suspect something, he had to. I wasn't going to be able to look him in the eye, or possibly even speak. He knew me, he knew my ways, I began to think there would be only one way, and that was to come clean and see what happened. Jamie and I spent the rest of the weekend fucking, and just making love, he had me every way there was, and I gave him everything I could. He also made me flirt with the waiter, and I'm sure he was waiting for an invite. I hoped and prayed that Jamie wouldn't, and much to my relief he didn't. There was one other telling thing, neither I nor Jamie called his dad, we always had done. I hadn't wanted to, I had nothing to say. I was Jamie's now, still married to his dad, but I was owned by his son, completely. How do you, how could you, possibly tell your husband that you are your son's utter sex slave. His slut, his whore, and that he could and would make you do anything he said, if he had a mind to? When we got back on the Sunday afternoon, Jamie disappeared to his room. He left me to face the possible consequences. I entered the sitting room to find him sat in his chair, with a stiff drnk in his hand. "Hello Ellen," he said, "did you have a good time, you must have, neither of you had the decency to call me?" I could tell by his voice he was definitely not a happy camper. "Yes we did Donald, thank you, did you have a pleasant weekend too?" "Well that's a matter for speculation," he said quietly. "I called your hotel, when neither of you called me. And I was told that Mr and Mrs Withers had retired for the night. I said to the girl that I was the groom's father. The receptionist was a very chatty girl; I asked her if she had seen you both. She said that yes she had, and for a more mature woman and a younger man, they were obviously very much in love. The way they hold hands, the way they look at each other. Being married is quite agreeable to them. I was very impressed. And sir, if I may be so bold, and confidentially, your lovely son is giving her more than she can handle. I hope my marriage turns out like that, she told me." A Son Takes His Mother I stood there and gaped at him, he knew, he had no concrete proof, but he knew. Donald rose from his chair; I was hoping he wasn't going to lay me out with one punch. I was almost ready to call for Jamie to rescue me. "Donald," I said, backing away. "Don't worry Ellen, I'm not going to hit you." But he grabbed my arm and turned me to the mirror. "Look at your self Ellen, look at the bags under your eyes; and the lying in them. You two have been fucking all weekend haven't you? You and our son are fucking each other!" "Donald," I whispered. I didn't know what to say. "Jamie," he shouted out, "come down here please." Jamie appeared in the doorway. "Yes dad, what is it?" he asked innocently. "Your mother has just admitted that you two are having sexual relations, that you are lovers. A mother and her son are fucking each other!" Jamie paused for a moment, but then he stood his ground, "Yes dad," he told him, we have been, I'm sorry about that, but?" "You're sorry, but? Are you having a fucking laugh Jamie?" "Its happened dad," Jamie said, "we can't turn the clock back, can we?" Where was he coming from, I thought? He was practically telling his father that, it was what it was, live with it! "And that's that is it?" He said. "I don't know what else to say dad, I really don't." Donald kept his peace for a moment then said, and you could have knocked me down with a feather. "Right, this is how it will be, when I am here, you," he pointed his finger at me," are MY wife. When you are away somewhere with Jamie, you can do whatever you like. And let me add, if that isn't acceptable, then one of you, or the both of you can leave right now!" Jamie smiled at me, turned and disappeared; it was okay with him it seemed. I was more nonplussed, this was crazy, I was being carved up by the two men in my life, one my husband, father of my lover, my owner (entered my head) I got an unbelievable tingle in my nipples when that thought came. And before I could think of anything to say, Donald said, "I hope there won't be any more surprises Ellen!" I didn't know what he meant, but I was to find out in two weeks time when I missed my period. "Are you just capable of living like this Donald, why didn't you throw me out, throw us out?" I wanted answers. "Let me tell you something Ellen," he glared into my face, "I don't give a rat's arse about you. But he is still in my son, and until that changes, he and you can stay here and do what you like, I don't give a fuck!" Now that did stun me, he was saying in a roundabout way he didn't need me, didn't want me, and didn't even love me anymore. "Are you saying it would be better if we split Donald, would it be better for you if I agreed to let you leave without a protest?" That's when I got his best or worst glare. "I think Ellen, that that is exactly what I'm saying, I've been thinking of leaving for sometime now. You two have always been closer than a mother and son should be. So you can say I saw the writing on the wall. In my opinion it was not if you got closer, but when." "Has it been that obvious Donald?" I felt so sorry now, "I didn't know it was going to happen, please believe me." "I don't want to know the gory details Ellen, spare me that at least." I suddenly thought about how Jamie had got me, captured me, fucked me senseless, made me his, my heart fluttered in my chest because of it. If Donald were to find out just what he had done to me, intended to do with me. That I was subordinate to his will already, his woman, slave, wife, slut, whore. Then I'm sure he would have a lot more to say. "What are you going to do Donald?" I asked him. He thought for a minute, then said, "Change of plan," he said, I could see he had made his mind up about something. "I'm packing; I'll be gone in a day or two!" And he walked out, saying over his shoulder. "I'm off to the pub, go to your fuck toy Ellen, he's probably waiting for you!" And the door slammed behind him. I was stood there more shocked and stunned than I have ever been. My marriage was over, just like that. I had not expected this, never even thought about it. It was so sudden I couldn0't take it in, he had never acted this way before, he was always a man for reason, but I guess this was a bit too much to give him credit! But to just rush off like that, as if accepting it. Jamie had said he thought his dad had an idea something was going on, but up until this weekend nothing had been. The more I thought about it the odder it became, normally there would have been one big bloody row, a confrontation, a real bust up, especially over something as serious as this was. But he was walking away, Why? I did know one thing though, I wasn't going to stopthings with Jamie, they had gone too far, I was in too deep. I loved him, worshipped him, and how he used and abused me was more than I could ever want. He had called me his slave, his slut, and his whore, and I was. And believe me, that's all I will ever want to be from now on. I made some sandwiches, and took drinks up, I went into his bedroom and he was fast asleep, I stood there at the man, the boy, my son, who now owned me. I belonged to him lock stock and barrel. Including my tits, pussy and ass! I knew Donald wouldn't be home for at least three hours, I went down and locked the doors checking to make sure his keys were gone, knowing he had them with him I went back up, got undressed in my bedroom, pulled the covers back and went to Jamie's room and got in with my man. I reached for his cock and squeezed it, then snuggled right in to wait. I wanted him to wake up but didn't want to wake him myself. He did eventually, we had a real quickie, and it was a mind blower, I think the situation with his dad had got to me. Jamie blew me away in seconds. Then we talked after I had stopped cumming. "I don't understand why he did what he did, and no confrontation?" I told him. "Yes I know what you means mum," he said, "but if he goes, then that leaves me, you, and Janet when ever she decides to come home doesn't it?" We spent a long time discussing it, I knew I would be alright financially, I had been left a legacy by a long gone Aunt, it was still in the bank gathering dust, untouched. Jamie turned me over and unceremoniously fucked my ass, he was taking what was his, I came like a drain gurgling to get down its deposits. Then he told me to go to my room to be there when his father came home. I did, and he didn't. I stayed awake all night waiting for him. It was mid afternoon when he arrived, and he looked amazingly fresh. I asked him where had he been. "None of your business," he told me brusquely. He went upstairs; I waited at the bottom thinking he would go to see Jamie who was in his room. He never did that, he just packed everything he could into four suitcases and walked out, saying. "That's it Ellen, I send you divorce papers, its over, I never want to see you again." When the door slammed, Jamie came down, put his coat on and said, "I'm going to follow him, something is going on, and I want to know what. Go upstairs mum, and make your bed room ours, yours and mine!" And then he went too. Again I was left stunned and open mouthed. But being the good slut slave that I now was, I did as ordered by my, and I smiled at the thought, master! I made the room as pretty as I could for him, already planning new painting and decorating to his taste. Jamie came back two hours later with shocking news. "He has a girlfriend mum, I went all the way behind him, I saw him using his phone in the car, eventually he pulled up outside a house, and he was met by a good looking woman, but no where near as good looking as you," he added. "She met him at the door and kissed him, and then she helped him in with his cases, with lots of loving touches!" Now things fell into place, that why he had just up sticks and gone, now I knew why, it was easier to handle. This really did mean that Jamie and I were free to be who we were. Slut, slave and master! Jamie said," for insurance purposes we'll have him observed professionally, then if the shit hits the fan mum, we'll have some to throw at his fan too." I hugged him, this was working out to be a good move, and then Jamie said to me. "Now mum, get your backside up those stairs to 'our' room and get the jacket on, I feel like punishing you for a while!" I never asked what, I shot upstairs like a rocket, and I was on my knees head down, jacket half fastened, up on my knees, on the bed waiting for him. I did suffer that night, he punished me alright, my ass was sore for a week, in line with my pussy, my mouth and my now very tender rear hole. I cried and wept, begged him to stop, and I loved every horrid moment. I spent two whole days in the jacket, he fed me, cleaned me, took me to the toilet. And he violated me in every wonderful way he could think of. By the time he freed me I was like a puppy dog with its master, ready to obey every command. Then I missed my period, I went to the pharmacy and bought a home pregnancy kit, it turned blue. Jamie and I were going to be parents! He was over the moon when I told him, we moved house right across the other side of the city. My daughter Janet pestered me to tell her who the father was, she had talked to her dad who had smirked apparently, and said sarcastically. "Can't you guess, go and ask the mother!" The more she bothered and pestered me, the more Jamie was getting annoyed with her; then he grabbed her arm, and yelled into her face. "I am the fucking father Janet, me!" he roared. "Now unless you!" he pointed at her, "want to join our club and get pregnant too, you had better leave and leave now!" Janet was horrified, shook her head and left. But she phoned me the next day to talk. "Is Jamie really the father mum?" she asked. "Yes darling," I answered truthfully, no point in lying now was there. "But please Janet I beg you, keep it to yourself, one day I will tell you everything, then maybe you might understand?" Her next words surprised me. "Is he good in bed mum?" "That's something I don't want to discuss baby, but yes he is." "Seeing as how I can let you be happy or bring your little house of cards down mum," she said, "I think I had better find out how good he is for myself!" "Janet, what are you saying, you want to go to bed with your own brother, have sex with him, you can't it's not right!" I was boxing myself in without realising it. "It seems to be right for you and him mum, tell him what my terms are, and see what he says, or else mum!" I could tell she going to disconnect so I said quickly. "Janet darling, you may not like what he might do to you?" I whispered. There was a long pause while she mulled over my warning. "Oh I see, he is the strong silent type is he?" "Yes Janet, he is, in fact he is more than that," I told her. "Put it to him," was all she said, and the line went dead. Jamie called her, and she came round two days later, and after much discussion Janet found herself being stripped and forced into the jacket by Jamie and I. Jamie had listened to what I told him she had said, and told me if that's what she wanted, then that is what she would get. And to stop any protests from me, he made sweet fabulous love to me, and said. "But you will always be number one mum, always, so don't you worry okay?" Janet protested loudly, but was told by Jamie that. "You wanted in Janet, you are in." Jamie had given me his orders, I wasn't really looking forward to carrying them out, but what is a slave to do but to obey? When she was fastened in, he sat on her, and began to do to her what he had done to me. Janet complained saying she hadn't expected this, as he thumbed her lovely nipples, I had no idea my daughter was so well built! She was obviously just like me there, very sensitive. And just like me, the situation she was in was acting against her, she was getting aroused. "Mum tried to warn you Janet, you wouldn't listen, so now its lesson time." He nodded to me and I obeyed him, I yanked my clothes off, now I was naked, Janet stared at me wildly. Then I kneeled over her and sat on her face, pussy hard down on her to keep her quiet. Jamie took forever on her, my daughter was moaning and grunting at her abuse, but her shaven pussy was glistening now. I smiled at Jamie, he smiled back, and lifting her knees he put her feet over her shoulder and rammed his gorgeous cock into my daughter's twenty one year old cunt. I took over her nipples and treated them to a subjugating surrender. Jamie gave her his best and lovingly brutal fucking. I knew she had given n completely when I felt her sucking and licking my pussy. The squirting of cum from her around Jamie's prick confirmed it, Jamie gave me the thumbs up sign, I leaned over to kiss him. Later he sent me to his old bedroom, and he stayed with Janet in ours, he spent the whole night with her. In the morning he called me. Janet was still in the straight jacket, and was obviously under Jamie's control now. "Go and make us all breakfast mum, and Janet has something to tell you too, don't you Janet?" He said sternly. "Yes Jamie I do, mum, is it alright if I come home to stay with you both, I'll be good I promise, please mum?" I could see the desperation in her eyes, hear it in her voice. I thought for a moment to enhance her desires. "Are you on the pill Janet?" I asked. "Yes mum, I am why?" she answered. "Not from today you aren't!" I told her, "Jamie needs a sister or a brother for my baby!" The look on her face was priceless. I went to make breakfast. My life was complete, I had my man, my lover, my master, oh how I love him, I thought. And now my daughter is joining us. And soon she'll be pregnant too I rejoiced, both of us having my son's babies! Jamie had a new special straight jacket made, one where he could have us both in it, back to back with my equally naked daughter, and subjected to horrendous fuckings and debauchery. Even to the point where if we were back to back, we had the same thick double dildo in our asses, while he wondered from one of our pussies to the other. Or if we were front to front, the dildo would be in our pussies while he alternated between our asses. To the outside world we are a normal happy family, but indoors, there is only one way, Jamie's way. I am eight months pregnant now, and Janet is five months. I'm having a boy, and Janet is having a girl. Life could not ever be any better than this. One happy man, two very happy slave's and sluts!