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My Son, My Man

By: a_silent_love



As I looked across the table at both of them, the sight made me very happy. After a long time I had seen my baby so happy. Though it hurt to think that he had grown up and would be slowly drifting away now but still I am happy as long as he is.

It's been a long, long time since his father died. But it feels like yesterday. Oliver was what would have been every woman's dream. He had such striking blue eyes and dark hair. His face and body appeared like they had been sculpted out of marble. He was the kind of man one would be drawn to. Maybe that's what happened when I saw him that day. He was with his friends, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. I fell in love with him.

We were both in our senior year of high school and I was new. I didn't know anyone there. He being generous offered to show me around... I was glad. We became friends, best friends. He had a girlfriend so we left it at that. One day he came to my house. He was very sad. I asked him what was the matter but he wouldn't tell me. He cried in my arms, but he wouldn't tell me. He told me that he had broken up with Emma but I knew that was not the cause. It was something bigger. It tore at my heart to see him that sad. He was in no position to drive so I put him to bed. My parents were out for the night.

I called his mother to inform that he would be staying the night. She was crying. I asked what was wrong so she told me... Oliver was dying and there was nothing anyone could do. My love was dying, I couldn't do anything.

I went up to the bedroom. I was hysterical. This time it was me who was crying in his arms. How could he be so calm? I begged him not to go away but he said he couldn't do anything about it. We both cried. I told him that I loved him. He told me he loved me too. I shouted at god, I begged god not to take him away. We spent the night in the bed, making desperate love. We made love like there would be no tomorrow... I was not sure if there would be. We conceived Bradley that night.

For the next two months we passed every possible moment together. I told him I wanted to get married to him... that I wanted to be his bride but he told me that he didn't want me to be his widow. I didn't tell him I was pregnant till the last moment. I didn't want him to be worried. A child born out of true love was beautiful, there was nothing to be worried about... but Oliver wouldn't understand. He would run here and there making arrangements for the child. I didn't want that. Now all his time was mine. He died in my arms. I had no will to go on any longer but I had to... for Bradley.

When my parents came to know that I was pregnant, which was just over a month after Oliver's death, they disowned me. I begged them to understand but they wouldn't.

I couldn't cry anymore, there were no more tears in me left to shed.

So I left home. I didn't know what to do. I was just over eighteen, no experience in the real world. I was completely on my own. If it hadn't been for Bradley I would have gone down and never surfaced again. But I had to go on. It was like walking in a snowstorm, you knew you couldn't sleep, you didn't have the energy for one more step but you had to go on. I went on...

Until Bradley was born I worked at a boutique. It turned out that I had a real knack in dresses. As Axelle (the owner) put it, 'I had an innate sense of style'. She was sympathetic towards me. I worked there for six months and then Bradley was born. 

When I saw him for the first time, tears flowed from my eyes in a long time. He was beautiful. The angel god sent me. He was what had pulled me through. He was my savior.

Looking at him then, I could tell this was exactly how Oliver would have looked when he was a baby, except for maybe the eyes. Bradley had my clear bottle green eyes. Looking at him now, I know I was right.

Today is Bradley's eighteenth birthday, which he shares with his father. I told him he should go out but it turned out that he wanted to spend it with 'the two most important women in his life'... yes, my baby has found love. 

"Ma, are you crying?," Bradley asked concerned.

"No honey, why would I? I am so happy," I said as I wiped the tears that had unconsciously dripped from my eyes. Thinking about Oliver had always been difficult. I love him so much. I miss him. And Bradley looked more like his dad by the day. It was frightening.

I continued working at Axelle's after Bradley was born but Axelle wasn't there anymore. She died a few years after Bradley was born. It was another great loss and another great responsibility. She had no relatives, so she left the store to me and I expanded it to a chain of boutiques across the world.

"What are you thinking Ma?"

"Nothing baby, next week I have to go to Paris, to select fabric for the autumn line we are starting... Would you like to come along and maybe Alicia would like to come along too. You two could have some time together. And apart from that you enjoy the marketing part of it"

"Oh, it's great that you invited me but I have some work at home... I won't be able to go," Alicia said.

"Then, would you be coming along Bradley"

"Yes, of course Ma"

"Okay, then its done. We leave on Monday."

"Cool.," Bradley was always excited about business trips. He didn't even want to go to college. He had almost finished school and couldn't wait to dive head first into all of it. 

We finished our dinner and moved to the parlor for coffee. We sat beside the fire talking. Bradley was excited about the trip and I was excited because in another month Alicia would be turning eighteen and I was thinking if they were thinking of getting married. I wouldn't let these young lovers lose time like I had. And with Bradley becoming more like his father by the day there was another issue racking my mind.

"Thank you for the wonderful dinner, Ms. Fuller"

"It was a pleasure, dear"

"Don't stay out late, Bradley," I warned my son. I knew how horny teenagers were.

He gave me a smile that felt like a flashback.

After they left I went up to my bathroom and ran a hot bath. As the marble bath filled, I undressed and looked into the mirror. I looked into my own bottle green eyes as I undid the bun I had made of my long black hair. My body was something I was proud of. I was five feet five inches and my vital statistics were 34, 26, 34. My breasts though not very big are perfectly shaped and show no sign of any sag whatsoever. Cherry red nipples stood proudly on them. I have a perfectly toned body. It's a gift from the swimming I had continued for almost fifteen years now.

I thought of how much Bradley looked like his father as I slowly lowered myself into the water. The water soothed the fatigue away from my tired muscles. My memory flashed back to the night I had lost my innocence. The memories made me both horny and sad. As my fingers slightly brushed against my clitoris, my nipples hardened. I increased the speed and started stroking my clit, I thought back at how his kisses used to make me wet. As a got ready to come and little explosions started assaulting my body the memory of how he had looked before he died came to my mind. The last touch before his hands went still, the feel of it returned to my skin and my body was racked with sobs. I don't know how long I lay there crying, before I lost consciousness.

I woke up to find myself in my bed, the sun streaming through the curtains. I had been bundled in my robe by my son and that realization left me red faced. 

"How're you feeling?" Bradley asked as he walked into the room. The vision of him in sunlight was mesmerizing. His muscled up six ft. frame intrigued me. He looked like some Greek god. 

"Better"

"What happened last night Ma? You were crying, half conscious... lying in the cold water... speaking out dad's name... Why do you do that to yourself?"

"I just remembered it... it all came back to me" I said as my voice threatened to crack and tears started stinging my eyes

"Oh Ma... it'll be okay, it'll go away... you're the strongest women I have ever known," Bradley hugged me and rubbed my back to console me.

"I love you, baby"

"I love you too, Ma" He said, as he placed a kiss on my mouth.

He smiled as he saw the shocked expression on my face. He had never kissed me on the mouth before. But I guess it was okay. So after the initial shock, my expression returned to normal.

"I broke up with Alicia last night"

"What? Why? ... I thought you loved her," I stammered out. I was baffled.

"I was attracted to her, she is good to talk to, and she is a good friend... I my own way, yes I love her...but she is not the woman I love," he answered calmly.

"I am sorry if I sound harsh Bradley, but very few people ever get that," I tried to reason with him.

"Ma, I want more than that... I want what you and daddy had... I want the unconditional love... I want nights full of passion... I want the desperation... I want the agony... I want the utter joy of making her happy... I want to give without feeling loss..." Bradley said with his eyes lighting up, the longing was evident in his voice and I knew that he was talking about someone...

"And may I know who is this 'her' that has stolen my son's heart?" I said jokingly.

"Its you Ma...I love you... You are the woman I love"

Saying this he shifted closer to me and pulled me into his hard body. He moved his soft full lips to mine, and softly licked first my lower lip and then my upper lip. Gaining more courage, he took my lower into his mouth and bit it lightly. He was driving me crazy; he was my son for god's sake. But his lips...oh... they had unleashed the passion that I had kept locked up for the past nineteen years...but still I untangled my lips from his and looked into his eyes.

"We cannot do this baby, you cannot tie yourself to your old mother," I was sad but this was true, he had a whole life ahead of him.

"Old? What are you talking about Ma? You are the most beautiful woman I know... With the kind of body you have you could easily pass for twenty. You are just thirty seven, you have so much ahead of you... We could live our lives together. "

"You have to find someone your own age, honey"

"But I love you Ma, and I want you"

He was driving me crazy. I kept quiet.

"Ma, please listen to me, we've been together through thick and thin... I can't dream of a life without you..."

He moved both his hands to either side of my neck and kept them there, he slowly started caressing my neck lightly with his thumbs.

"Oh, I want you so bad..." he said, almost a whisper.

He moved his lips to ears and took my earlobe into his mouth. He started licking it and licked his way to my lips. He kissed me with all the passion of a teenager and this time I didn't object. I kissed him back. This time I was the aggressor. I moved onto his lap, my legs around his waist, my pussy was touching the fabric of his jeans and I was going mad with need.

My hands, of their own will started unbuttoning his shirt in sheer desperation. I wanted to rip his shirt off, wanted his touch so bad. We were both naked in a matter of few instants. I couldn't believe it; we were both acting like two horny teenagers. Neither of us was really experienced, but still it was his first time so I had to take the lead.

I was on my back, with him between my legs, getting ready to enter me. The size of his cock scared me a little, but I was too wet to bother. My breathing became labored as I guided him into my pussy, and with me being so wet he slid in easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist and looked into his eyes as he slowly started fucking my tight pussy.

"Give me more, baby," I cried... 

"Jesus... Ma you feel so good... ahhh," he was pounding me with all his strength.

"Harder... harder...oh yeah," I yelled as his balls pounded against my pussy.

I was getting ready to come and so was he, and when it finally happened, my body bucked under his so violently that he had trouble staying on top of me. He kissed me as orgasm after orgasm washed over me and he reached his own release. He came into me, planting his seed in my womb. 

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh Jesus" he groaned as he came. His face was flushed and his eyes closed, he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

"Would we ever be able to get up after that?" he said after a while, he was still lying on top of me...

"I don't want to know now, the results might be disappointing," I giggled as we fell blissfully asleep...In each other arms...

My son, my man...

My Son, My Man Ch. 02



I woke up to find the moon already up and peeking at us through the curtains. I looked at the watch to find that it was already after ten.

I got up and took a shower and then debated whether to find my swimsuit or go skinny dipping in the pool. Our house was pretty isolated, so especially at night there was no danger of being seen nude by any outsiders. But still, I had never tried that with Bradley in the house, but recalling our little interlude today, I cheerfully decided on the latter.

I took out my blue robe and while I watched my son sleep, I loosely belted it across my body.

The pool was a good hundred meters from the house, so I had to walk down. I liked walking on the soft green grass, so I usually left my slippers inside the house. I liked it especially when it was windy, and tonight was one of those nights.

For some reason, walking barefoot to the pool, my robe billowing in the wind and leaving most of my legs naked made me feel sexy. As I reached the pool, I let the robe fall at my feet as I gracefully dived into the water. The water was cool, and that made my nipples stand in response. I began recounting today's incidents as I swam lengths.

I swam for around thirty minutes and was finally getting a little winded. I sat on the edge of the pool and some crazy thought hit my head, so I lied down on the side of the pool with my legs still in water and closed my eyes. I slid into a sweet dream...

The sensations in my pussy were sending explosions through my body. There was slight tingling around my pussy lips.

"Mmm..." I moaned, my pussy dripping with juices.

The tingling shifted to the inside of my lips, very close to my clit, but not there. Apparently, this was going to be a very teasy dream.

Wait, this wasn't a dream. I opened my eyes to find Bradley's head between my legs and his tongue in my pussy... Oh god... the sight made me all the more wet... his eyes were closed and he seemed to be totally absorbed in his act of pleasure giving.

I pushed myself up on my elbows to take a better look. He sensed the movement and opened his eyes to look directly into mine.

His tongue was lapping up my juices... yet to give my clit its first touch as he was made me suffer before that. He kept looking into my eyes and kept his hands under my thighs... the whole arrangement gave an impression that he was holding a very delicious dish in his hands and relishing it.

"Yeah, baby like that...Oh yeah... please right there... noooo... touch me right there," I moaned, my clit begging for attention. "Right where Ma? Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Touch my..."

"Touch your what, Ma?"

"Touch my clit... OH GOD... YEAH!!!" I cried as his tongue raced to my clit, sending me over the edge...

I started bucking with an orgasm of intensity I had never known.

"Oh yeah... Oh Jesus... Bradley", I cried as I held his face to my pussy.

He started sucking on my clit really hard, his tongue massaging my clit, finger fucking me, keeping me on the high...

"Mmm...You taste good, Ma", he said pushing me closer to the edge again...

"Oh yeah!!! Fuck me Bradley... fuck your mom", I sobbed out between my moans.

He didn't need to be told twice as he pulled me into the water and pinned me against the wall of the pool and kissed me, making me taste my own juices. I wrapped my legs around his waist and guided his cock into my steaming snatch. 

"Oh yeeaaaaahhh," he groaned as his cock entered its den.

My need for a hard pumping was overwhelming, but the friction provided by the water was making that impossible. 

"Let's get out of here," I breathed into his ear.

He started to exit from the pool with my legs still around his waist and his rod still buried deep in me. He pounded me hard all the way as he carried me to a chaise lounge by the pool and laid me down there, never taking his eyes off mine and never, for once, stopping the pounding that he was giving me. Apparently, his strength was an aspect of him that I had been unaware of. He pounded me hard, going deeper with every thrust(though I didn't think it possible), satisfying my yearning for a good hard fucking.

"Oh Ma... I'm comiiiiiing"

"Come into me... baby... yeah", I cried as he filled my slit with his semen. He fell on me, exhausted.

Later, much later when I was lying on top of him, his closed eyes made me wonder if he was asleep. I shook him to wake him up as the realization hit me that neither of us had eaten anything the whole day.

"Honey, are you awake?" I whispered into his ear.

"Hmm," he said still not opening his eyes.

So, my baby wanted to play a game, but I decided the rest we'd continue in the kitchen, with some food. Now, that we had become lovers did not mean I could compromise on my duties as his mother; I still had to feed him.

"Get up honey, let's go get some food." I ushered him as I got up and started pulling him by his hand.

"Yeah... food," he grunted as he pushed himself up to see me bending down for my robe. I was faced away from him, so he could see my ass on display.

"You have a very beautiful body Ma... and in the moonlight it gives a man his appetite," he said making me blush. I belted my robe up while he wore his jeans.

"How did you know I was down here?" I asked.

"I saw you walking down to the pool, from the window", he gestured to the bedroom window, as he came to me and placed his strong arms around my waist and pulled my lower body into his.

"You looked like a queen, with your hair flying behind you. Have I ever told you that you have the most beautiful hair that I have ever seen?" he said looking into my eyes, drawing a hand along the length of my hair, which easily reached my hips.

"No," I said breaking the mood, because I knew that if this went on, we would never reach the kitchen for that well deserved meal.

I gave him a kiss on his cheek and motioned for him to follow me. As I turned I felt his hand around my waist, and in one fluid motion he had picked me up in his arms and was walking towards the house.

"What are you doing? I can walk," I giggled. My son was making me feel like a teenager.

"I know that, I just enjoy holding you" he smiled down to me as he moved into the house and into the kitchen.

He set me down on the table and kissed me on my lips.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too... you are what got me through," I said as I hugged him.

"Let me fix you something," I said as I opened the refrigerator and bent down to get some juice and water out.

"Would you like milk?" I called back to him.

"Yes, would you like to watch a movie?"

"Now?" I was surprised...I wasn't used to doing crazy stuff but today my whole schedule had turned upside down...so I thought why not.

"Yes Ma, it'll be fun" I let him convince me a little longer and then nodded.

"Why don't you go and pick a movie while I make a few sandwiches... and yeah change your clothes before that... they're wet"

"You too... lets go and change our clothes and then you can come back to the kitchen and I'll go to the library to get a few DVDs" he grinned.

Our library was something that we were both proud of. It held a wide array of books and DVDs as we both shared the passion for movies and reading. 

"Ma, would you wear that shirt tonight, the white one?"

"How do you know about that? I've never worn that in front of you" I was surprised.

"Once when I was out for the night, and in the morning I saw you sleeping in it..."

"Don't tell me you saw me in that little thing" I blushed.

"Please Ma... please"

"Anything for you honey... I'll go and change; you run to your room and do the same"

The 'shirt' that had invoked so much conversation was one of my favorite garments. It wasn't exactly a shirt, it was a piece of cloth that could be wrapped up around the shoulders like a wrap and tied up like a robe. The bottom of the 'shirt' had its own fluidity and ended just below the hips. It was satin and it felt very good against my skin. It didn't shout 'fuck me', but it made me feel powerful, dignified and at the same time very sexy.

I went to my room and did my hair. I piled it up on my head and let tendrils escape from here and there. I did my makeup, nothing much just some blush and lip rouge. I wore the white 'shirt' and white lace panties and looked at myself in the mirror.

I was going to take my son's heart away... one more time.

I went to the kitchen to see the sandwiches already prepared and no sign of Bradley. I entered the library and quietly entered the DVDs section to find him browsing through. He had just pulled up another pair of jeans.

"Do you enjoy doing stuff that I am supposed to take care of?" I asked. He turned to answer me and I saw his mouth fall open.

"Ma, you look great," I watched his full lips curve into a disarming smile. It was me who ended up losing her heart, again.

Moving to me he lightly slipped an arm around me and bent down to give me a peck on my cheek.

"Can we watch 'Ever After' tonight?" I pleaded...I knew he couldn't stand it but I loved it. It was one movie I could watch twice everyday and never get bored. This movie wasn't about a damsel in distress... it was about a strong woman finding her prince. 

"Anything you want, milady," he grinned as he pretended to bow.

So we picked up Ever After and set out our little carpet picnic with sandwiches, orange juice and corn crackers. Bradley sat with his legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned back against the couch.

As the movie progressed, we progressed with our carpet party. I hadn't known how hungry I had been until I took the first bite of food in my mouth. I was lying on my stomach on the couch, totally immersed in the movie.

"Ma,"

"Hmm?" was all I could manage with my eyes glued to the screen.

"We have to prepare for the trip. I thought we were leaving day after tomorrow... or rather tomorrow", he smiled as he pointed to the clock...it was already past one in the morning.

"Okay... why don't we finish the packing by the morning because I have some important work to finish tomorrow" I calculated our time and started to plan out everything in my mind.

After the movie, we went to our respective rooms and finished packing by six in the morning. We would be staying in Paris for a week, so the packing was a task. I went into Bradley's room to check on him and found him sleeping peacefully. I was tired and decided to take a nap as well. 

I stripped down completely and got into the bed with him. There wasn't much space, as he had taken most of it up. I had to lie so that I was almost on top of him. The contact aroused me as much as it comforted me. 

Even in his sleep, I could feel my son getting hard against my pussy. I debated whether or not to wake him up for a good hard fuck. I didn't want to wear him out but the need to feel him inside me was killing me.

So I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto him. The effect of my son's gigantic cock filling my little hole was incredible. I stayed like that for a few moments, enjoying the sensation. I slowly started moving up and down, so as not wake my son but failing as my speed was increasing exponentially.

He opened his eyes to see his mother bouncing on his cock. He held my waist, and increased the pace further. We were both sweating from the hard pumping, and we were shifting closer to the edge. I wanted us to come together this time. So I tried to delay my orgasm.

"Oh Ma, faster... yeah...I'm really...close," he said as my pussy massaged his cock.

"Yeah...oh...fuck...yeah," I had lost my ability for coherent speech.

He really held on to my waist hard as he came. My orgasm came with his, making it more intense. I kissed him as we came together, and in the process ended up cutting his lower lip. We didn't realize that until we were both back from the high.

"Sorry 'bout that honey," I said as I suckled on his lip lightly to stop the bleeding.

"You just can't get enough of me, can you?" he laughed.

"No baby, I'm crazy 'bout you. Now have a nap...I have some work I need to finish before leaving town tomorrow...I'll be back by evening," I said as I let him go back to sleep.

I took a shower, dressed and set out to wind up my work so I could come back to my baby for a good hard pumping. Man! I was becoming addicted to it.

The rest of my day was consumed in official work, which I wanted to rush through as I was already missing my baby's cock. I reprimanded myself for my nasty thoughts and got my mind back to work. It was torture, but I got through it.

What I didn't know was there was another kind of torture awaiting me.

I parked my car in the garage and got out of it. My slit was already dripping in the anticipation of what was to come. I entered the house to find it dark. I looked for Bradley when I heard something, like a splash of water.

I looked out to find Bradley swimming. I went to the pool and right when I was about to strip to the skin and jump on Bradley for that fuck I had been waiting all day, I saw something else. Not very far from the pool there was a sheet on the grass with food laid out on it. There was also a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. I didn't realize it, but a small smile crept up my lips.

"You liked it?" he asked, A towel wrapped around his waist.

"Is that all that you're wearing?" my eyes dropped to the towel as I licked my lips waiting for my prize.

"Ma, you must eat first." He said as he guided me to the picnic area and made me sit down. He deliberately sat opposite me, the food in the middle keeping us apart. As my mind shifted from my primal instincts, I looked down to the food. My favorite dishes had been laid out. 

"You did all this?" I said, feeling dangerously close to tears.

"I didn't cook," he said casually, making me laugh.

"Of course you didn't. I was asking if you had planned all this, I didn't think my little baby knew so much about what I liked and what I didn't."

"Ma, I love you...I'm the one person who knows you down to the bone, I've been with you for eighteen years. And moreover, a girl like you should be pampered once in a while."

"Yeah, right... a girl," I laughed as he handed me a glass of champagne.

Though I must admit, the view in front of me was very tempting, the dinner was fabulous. I felt like a princess, with my prince charming. 

"Are you packed?" he asked casually.

"Yes, are you?" I said, slowly licking the cream off a strawberry. What I didn't tell him was that, I was taking along my best lingerie, to be ripped off by him.

"Yes... well," he noted my movement and I could tell the effect it was having on him. His eyes were glued to my tongue. I stood up and slowly stripped off my shirt and skirt, standing in front of him only in my black bra, panties and stockings.

I went to him and sat down on his lap, holding the strawberry to his lips. His body was still cool from the swim. He slowly licked the remaining cream off the strawberry, looking into my eyes.

"Bite it, honey" I whispered. But he kept on licking it. I couldn't take it anymore. I kissed him hard on the lips, searching for his member.

He took my hand and held it in his own as he pushed me back on the grass.

"Let's take it slow this time, shall we?" he said with an intensity I didn't know he possessed.

When I tried to protest, he held my hands over my head as he started kissing me, very gently. I was writhing with need as he started trailing feathery kisses, moving down at a tormenting speed. He pushed the strap of my bra aside, taking time to kiss the uncovered part. Why was he doing this to me? 

"Fuck me, honey...I need your cock in my pussy...now," he ignored my protests and took time exploring my body.

My pussy was drenched, so ready for his hard ramming. 

He took his time removing my bra, kissing and licking every exposed inch. After what seemed a long torment, he reached my breasts and started suckling on one hard nipple, while kneading the other one hard. I was beginning to enjoy it. No one had ever made love to me like this, this was very beautiful.

He shifted his attention to my legs as held one ankle in his hand as he removed one stocking and then the other. He started kissing my ankles as he slowly made his way to my steaming gash. By the time he licked his way to my pussy, I was going mad. Very slowly, deliberately, he removed my panties.

"Yes, baby...lick that little thing...eat your mama's little pussy," he just looked at me and smiled as he flicked his tongue across my clit, sending me over the edge. He kept his mouth on my clit, even as the orgasm shook my body. His actions were increasing the intensity of my much awaited release.

"I'm com...iii....nngg," I screamed as I came.

He started sucking my clit, using two fingers to fuck me. He held the fingers to my lips, which I licked clean, loving the taste of my own sex. He gave me two more orgasms before he let go of my assaulted pussy. 

Now, it was my turn to pleasure him.

I pushed him back on the grass as I kissed him, tasting my own juices again. I kissed his neck and trailing down wet kisses I reached his chest. His body was still a little wet from the swim and I took time to drink up every drop of water that was left out. I licked his hard nipples, blowing cool air over them. I removed the towel from his body to find my prize. 

I licked of the pre-cum that had gathered on the tip. His musky scent was driving me crazy. I licked the underside of his cock, from tip to the base. I licked his balls, while massaging his cock with my hand. I took the head of the cock in my mouth, my tongue never stopping its movement. 

I took more of his cock in my mouth. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get his whole cock in my mouth. I could see I was doing a good job because Bradley was close to coming. I could tell that because he was lightly fucking my mouth with his cock. I never quit playing with his balls as my head bobbed up and down on his cock. 

"I'm goi...ing.........to...come," he groaned, trying to warn me. But I wanted to taste his cum.

When I didn't move, he held my head on his cock. As he came, he fucked my mouth hard. He shot his wad into the back of my throat. He tasted as good as he smelled. He stayed hard even after he came. I tried to swallow every drop that I could get. After he had come, I licked his cock and balls clean, loving the taste.

Now, it was time for the hard fuck I had been waiting for all day.

"I'm so wet for you baby...ram your cock into my pussy...I need it," I said in a voice filled with blind need. The heat in my snatch was searing, and I was crazed.

He obliged happily as he slammed his whole eight inches into my tight snatch, making me scream in pleasure.

"YEEEAAAAHHHH... like that baby...fuck me," I shouted as my legs went around his waist again.

He took both my legs and put them on his shoulder, partially lifting me off the ground. This position opened me up further, making the fucking more pleasurable. I was ready to come in no time.

"Come for me... Ma," Bradley said as he sensed it.

"I'm......coooomiinggggg......Braaaaaaddleeeyyy," I said as he drove me off the edge.

He pumped my little hole for quite some time, getting me off twice more before he was ready to come. When he did, he filled my cunt with more of the white liquid I loved so much. With two of my holes fucked that night, I was waiting for my third one to be filled.

I learnt two things from that night's experience. First, that Bradley, from his young age was a very selfless lover. He could ignore his own needs to fulfill mine. Two, that I was a highly sexed creature. I would enjoy a hard ramming any time, night or day. 

As far as the strawberry was concerned, we never saw it again.

The next day as we boarded the jet for Paris, I could feel my slit dripping in anticipation. 



My Son, My Master



The house was quiet. I was excited, finally some time alone for just me. Being a mother it seems that time comes few and far between. I knew just what I wanted. After undressing i went into the bathroom and run myself a nice hot bath to soak in.

I submerged beneath the hot lapping water, relaxing as I let my mind trail off to where the kids were. My daughter was out of town for the weekend, my son was at work and the boy living with us was working too. The peace and quiet soothing I began to let my hands wander over my supple curves.. Cupping my breasts... feeling how heavy they were... noting how the rosy nipples peaked and began to throb. Savoring those sensations a soft moan escaped my lips.

Before I had gotten into the bath I had turned on some soft music and left the bathroom door ajar thinking it would just be quiet. I guess I had become lost in my peace and tranquility, my roving fingers had found the soft smooth lips of my pussy. I was stroking and teasing my clit when I felt a presence. My hands stopped I could hardly breathe, turning my head I froze, there in the doorway stood my 18 year, old son. He said nothing, just stood there watching me, and I had no idea how long he had been there but I could tell from the bulge in his pants he had liked what he was seeing.

My first urge was to cover myself. The water lapped around me as I sat up in the tub. Pulling my legs into my chest I tried to hide my body from my child's view. Something in his harsh tone halted me. "No" don't cover up, said my son. Again I found myself frozen as if suspended in time. My mind screamed at me to cover up, this was not right, but somewhere there was a small voice telling me to obey this boy who stood before me as a man.

He walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. It was my son before me yet the voice, the tone was unlike anything I had ever heard from him before. Worse yet was the way I was responding to it. My body felt flushed and I wanted to crawl away and hide yet I didn't, I couldn't. He told me to lie back as I was before and I obeyed. My eyes locked on His face. 

What was I doing?

He smiled at me and then dipped his hands in the water, lifting out my legs, placing one each side of the tub. Droplets of water trickled off shapely calves, and I could tell from where His eyes fell he was watching my opened cunt just beneath the surface of the steaming water.

"Very nice mommy slut, I like you like this just for me." said my son. 

My heart pounded. I had to stop this, it was so wrong but there I remained, exposed to my child unable to do anything but obey. I found my voice finally and heard piteous pleas to him to let me cover up, "This is not right, I am your mother, you are my son, please go out so I can get dressed."

The boy/man before me laughed and shook his head. 

"No mommy, I've seen you submit to other men on the internet and tonight you are going to beg me to own you. "

He began to strip off his shirt, my eyes could not help but feast on the sight of his strong chest. I found myself wondering when this man before me changed from the boy I whom I bore 18 years ago. As his hands fumbled with his belt and began to slide down his trousers I wanted to look away. Oh how I wanted to stop this but my eyes fell to his hard cock. I moaned and I felt my pussy throb. His cock was huge. It must be at least nine inches and the head looked like as big as a light bulb. The feelings of how wrong this was began to dim in the hunger of needing his cock.

He laughed again and lowered his hand to his cock. He was stroking it, my eyes glued to the massive meat as it slide through his hand and dimly I heard him say, 

"You want your little boy's cock don't you mommy slut? Don't you? He almost barked. I could only nod. "Then beg bitch, beg me to let you submit to me and serve me, your son, as your master."

He had knelt beside the tub and his fingers were fondling my cunt. I screamed as he pushed two fingers deep inside me. My belly tightened and the pleasure was so intense. I bit my lip refusing to speak those words.

"This is wrong!" I cried out between pleasurable pants. "Stop. Please. Stop." 

His voice was so deep so powerful. "You know you don't want me to stop mommy slut. Now do you? 

Even as I arched my hips into his plunging fingers it was as if something snapped in me. I shook my head weakly. Gone were the thoughts of this not being right, no longer were we mother and child but Master and slave. I wanted to be his, I wanted to beg Him and make him know and see how his mom could serve him so well. Unlike any other that had tried. My lips parted and the words came from a place I cannot even begin to know, 

"Pleaaaaaaaase," I begged, "please, please master me."

His fingers relentlessly plunged in and out of my cunt now. His fingers were insistent, ramming and taking. 

"Make me your fuck toy. Own me, use me. I submit, oh I yield!!" I cried over and over...

I came because he allowed it. He then took my hair entwining it around his fingers and pulled me to a kneeling position at the edge of the tub. My body glistening beneath the trailing water as it dripped from my naked form. My son pushed me to my knees and shoved the head of his cock again my lips.

His voice was hard and strong. I could only obey. 

"Suck me now mommy bitch. Eat my dick and beg for it."

I moaned and hissed. Parting my lips I wrapped them around the thick head. Turning my head slowly, my lips twisting and tightening as my head spun as I sucked my son's cock deep into my mouth. His hips thrust, shoving the shaft deep into my throat. I gagged and he laughed. His moan brought such intense pleasure to me as I began to fuck His thick meat with my throat. His fingers so strong, and I wondered why I hadn't noticed before, as they tangled in my hair, pulling my face into his groin. I could feel his cock twitching and swelling, his big balls pounding against my chin. The only thing I wanted at the moment was my Master's cum, my son's cum. My lips and mouth slurped around his pounding meat as I moaned deep in my throat waiting eagerly for his hot seed. He wailed loudly and shoved His cock deep. It was then I felt the force of his cum spurt against the back of my throat. His mommy's throat and I pulled back as I sucked his dick needing to taste his essence. There would time enough for him to shoot his cum down my throat but now I wanted it in my mouth. I sucked fervently at the huge mushroom shaped head of my son's huge cock and drained his balls like a slut in heat. My son's slut.

I could see he was shaking from the intensity and I suddenly I felt shy and the shame began to creep through me. Oh God, what had I done, would he ever forgive me? I slumped into the tub and coiled into a tight ball. Tears of guilt flowed from my eyes. My shoulders shook with the force of my shame.

I felt His strong hand slide down to my back and stroke gently. 

"Slave," said my son, I looked up at Him and he smiled. "Good slut. You pleased me well, and will continue to do so from here on out. When and where I want you." He softly caressed my cheek and whispered, "Did it feel good mom?"

Hearing his words I cried harder but had to be honest with this man before me, this child from my womb, the one whom I had raised into manhood but the one to whom I had submitted, the one I had begged to let me serve Him and fed off His cock till He gifted me with his come. 

My voice soft as I whispered, "Yes Master. Oh god yes!"



My Son, My Master Ch. 02



I collapsed in the chair, kicked off my heels and drew in a deep breath. What a week! It was the weekend and I had no plans but to rest and relax before starting the same old grind the next week. My feet throbbed and I lifted one to caress the sole. A throaty moan escaped my lips. I was really looking forward to this weekend.

As I climbed the steps to my bedroom I passed the bathroom. How could I ever forget what had happened in there. Instantly my body began to throb and ache. I could feel the crotch of my panty hose getting wet. With a start I turned and moved quickly to the bedroom. Leaving the door ajar I began to undress. How long had it been since that afternoon in the bathroom when I had given myself to my son? Just a matter of two weeks, though it seemed like forever. Nothing had been the same since then. I tried to resist Him but I simply was not possible. The way He looked at me with those dark piercing eyes seemed to wipe away any resistance. A heated, blush creeped up my throat. How many nights had I crawled into His bedroom and begged Him to fuck me? Was it every night? He would laugh at me and make me beg harder before finally pounding my wet pussy good and hard and filling it with His cum. I simply could not resist.

A cool spring breeze wafted through the open window as I tugged a tank top over my head and fastened my shorts. It would be another weekend alone. Master, my Son, was going camping with his friends. He had teased me all week about taking me with and letting His friends use me at will. Surely He would not do that. Many would not understand this strange yet fulfilling relationship between Mother and son, Master and slave.

The evening had been pleasant. I had enjoyed the quietness of the evening and just vegged out in front of the TV. As it grew later I wound my way up the staircase to my room for the night. It was so hot, I left the window open and peeled off my clothes. It would be nice to be alone and not worry about being walked in while I slept naked. Master had made it clear that He wished me to be naked for Him always but it wasn’t always so easy with a house full of others.

I stretched out on the bed. the breeze tickled my heated flesh. Drawing in a deep breath making my breasts lift and fall. This was absolute heaven. My eyes heavy with need of sleep I soon drifted off.

It was so hot, so hot, my body felt like there were many pairs of hands on it. Hands everywhere and couldn’t help but moan. There were fingers pinching my nipples. There were fingers in my cunt, on my clit as well as teasing my asshole. A wet heat tingled against my neck and lips. I could feel hot lips on my neck. My eyes fluttered open. I’m not dreaming was my first thought. The room was lit brightly and around me were four boys/men, laughing and drinking. I struggled to sit up. Protesting, glancing wildly around the room, seeing the clock read 2:30am. What was going on here? Just then my son, Master walked into the room. He had a huge grin on his face that always seemed to melt me into totally yielding to his presence

He leaned over me and His lips claimed mine almost brutally. Pulling away, he left me mewling and whimpering. 

" Morning Mommy slut. The party has come to you" His large hand trailed over the mound of one breast until his fingers plucked at the rose hued nipple until I cried out in pain. His voice now low and deep, he spoke for my ears only. "You will please my friends well cunt and perhaps then I will allow you to serve me."

I was in shock. He was giving me to his friends. Boys who I had seen grow into such strong men. This couldn’t be happening! I felt myself being roughly shoved to my back and my legs drawn open. Oh my God, my pussy was so open for all of them to see. I burned with shame. I was wet and they could see it and smell my arousal. To make matters worse I was responding to them like a hungry pack of wolves. I could not protest. I had to please Master but these were boys, and they were going to fuck me, and oh God, I wanted it, badly.

Two of the boys pulled at my ankles yanking my legs open wider. Another was sucking on my tits, his teeth plucking and pulling roughly on my nipples. He left a wet slobbery trail between the two as he alternated. Turning just a bit I could see His hand stroking the bulge of His cock. I cried out as he bit down on my left nipple. God it hurt. Forcing myself to speak I cooed. "Gently please, that is it. Suck and nibble at first then tug." Arching my back and tangling my fingers in his hair I moaned as the liquid fire began racing through my body to pool at my open wet pussy..

My attention was abruptly drawn to the one of other three boys just as the swollen head of cock pushed against my hairy cunt lips. The thrust opened them wide, as he missed pushing into my pelvic bone before the head slid down and shot into the tight canal of my fuck hole. I would of never guessed He would be so big. I moaned and lifted my hips. The two boys holding my legs pulled and urged the other on "Oh yeah man fuck her, fuck her good and hurry I’ m hurting, I’ m so hard" one said. The one fucking my cunt plunged in harder and faster. The pleasure and anguish on his face clear to me it would not take Him long to shoot His load. I felt my body responding to this. How could it? I was older and the 'mother'. I turned my head and looked at my son, my master. He leaned against the wall., his powerful arms crossed, a smile of satisfaction spread across his face, but something else. Was that pride I beheld shining in his eyes? His eyes met mine and he nodded then slid one hand to stroke the bulge in his own jeans.

Beginning in the back of my mind a thought quickly came to the forefront. I needed to please Him. Just then it was if the limits were sky high. My body began to writhe impaled on the cock. He wanted to see me fuck his friends. He wanted me to serve them properly like a good little slave girl. The teeth and lips tugged and ripped at my nipples causing me great pain yet I did not care. I needed to fuck these boys like they had never been fucked and make master proud that I was his. My cunt milked at the meat as it shoved in faster and harder. I heard the boy cry out as a rush of heated cum flowed into my cunt. He collapsed on me and I heard Him growl. "God You are hot bitch for a mom". 

Laughing he pulled his wet cock out of my drenched pussy and almost before I could savor the sensation of his cum gushing from my pussy another moved in to take his place. I could see the one laughing and talking to master but all I cared about now was this new meat ripping into my slick pussy. Plowing deep, his cock was not as long but definitely thicker. It felt like the walls of my cunt were being ripped open with each plunging thrust. My pussy slurped and suckled around His meat as his balls slapping into my ass. I was fucking him like a wild bitch in heat now. I begged for him to rape me, use me. The one sucking my tits had now figured out what my mouth was for and straddled my chest. My body rocking beneath the thrust of the cock in my pussy as my lips now stretched around this new cock. He tasted of salt and urine. His fingers were in my hair tugging my face deeper to him to shove more his cock down my moaning throat. His youthful enthusiasm showed as he shoved wildly, bucking and ramming his cock down my throat. I held my lips tight around the veined meat until He blew his load of cum down the tight canal. I sucked hard and swallowed every drop of his cum. He too, laughing, went to my Master, my son and spoke. 

I could hardly focus now for the rapture my body was in. My pussy was beginning to twitch. I knew I was nearing an orgasm but I did not have permission. The cock ravaging my fuck hole was now swelling and I knew that soon the second cock would shoot into my already dripping pussy. The young boy growled and rooting above my body, slamming my hips upward I met the final thrust as the stream of jism erupted into my pussy. I ached now, needing to release. I glanced furiously around but I couldn’t see master. What if I couldn’t hold it back? There were still two more to fuck me.

My body now was roughly turned over and my hips drawn up to put me on hands and knees. The double shot of cum from the other two boys dripped and oozed from my cunt to drip on my coverlet. I cried out loudly. In this position I surely would not be able to not release. "Master" I cried out. My ears strained to hear his familiar voice, but all I heard only the other boys laughing as they moved me into position. I felt the weight of one as they moved up onto the bed and hissed at me like I was some kind of animal. “Suck it bitch.” As he leaned against the headboard, his cock, jutting out like a sword ready to be polished my eyes closed slightly as I leaned forward. He looked at me as I lowered my lashes, snaking out my tongue to lap over the bulbous head. He tasted good and I found I was hungry for yet more come. God I truly was a slut. Sliding my lips down his shaft he moaned and he slowly began to find a rhythm to fuck my mouth. I felt at the same time rough hands pulling wide my ass checks. Oh my god. These boys were seeing my puckered hole. Wincing as they pulled my cheeks wider. It hurt yet I continued to focus on the cock sliding down my throat. Fingers, It felt like so many were digging into my pussy and ass hole now. I was rocking in motion into the touch then sucking the dick that was sliding deliciously down my eager throat. Moaning hotly now around the cock fucking my throat, I heard him. Was it is His cock sliding into my fuck hole? I reached up and tenderly fondled the balls belonging to the boy upon whose cock I fed. My mind reeled as I tried to decide if this meat shoving deep into my well fucked pussy was familiar. It pushed deep meeting no resistance as I opened my pussy to take the thick hard cock. I felt a loss as it fully entered my canal. It was long and not so thick. Not My master’s but the last of the boys who hadn’t yet had my pussy or mouth. But I k new Master was close. 

The cock in my mouth started fucking hard and deep as he drew closer to shooting his wad. I found myself amazed at how the youthful expressions of young men seemed to turn me on more. I loved to see their pleasure. The cock sliding in and out of my pussy now found its own pace and stroking me into a wild frenzy. I began to softly sob, my cunt clenching around the pounding meat. Where was He? Couldn’t He tell I was suffering? All I could think of was my need to cum around this dick when his face fell into my view and he spoke only two words "No Bitch!"

How I hated him right now. The cock in my mouth began to piss a river of cum down my throat. He shoved it deep into my throat, forcing myself to swallow and I rocked hard into this cock up my slit, every nerve of my body tense and ready to scream in need. Again I felt the familiar swelling of the cock just before it gushed more semen into my pussy. I could feel my cunt spasm as it milked his cock, sucking balls dry as I collapsed on the bed as they seemed to forget about me now. 

I could not move, my body still tense and trembling on my bed. I could hear sounds around me but nothing clear. Were they done with me? Surely master would not leave me like this but then again He might, because he could. My body was still on fire, screaming to find release. I knew I mewled pathetically but I didnt care. I was nothing at that moment but a fuck vessel. Nothing more than life support for a pussy. I needed cock. I heard myself beg. "Pleaaaase Master , Pleaaaaase I need You"

The room went dark. Someone had turned off the lights. I could hear movement behind me. "Master?" I asked searchingly. Nothing. There was weight on the bed and movement. Strong hands slid over my ass cheeks, and squeezed the fleshy meat, opening the crack of my ass wide. Something wet and solid slid up it. Was it a tongue? Ohhh it felt good and I moaned louder. My body shuddered. All I could do was whisper. “Please.” There was laughter. It was him. I felt heated breath whisper against my ear. "Now, Mommy bitch, I am going to fuck you good. You pleased me well."

His strong hands pulled my ass upwards. I felt the head of His dick poke against my wet cunt lips. The hair dripping of the previous loads of cum shot into it. I felt shame that master, my son, was seeing my cunt so well used. That was a short lived thought as I began to feel every ridge and vein of this cock I was coming to know so well slide in deep. He was so big, I tried to remember if his father was ever as big but I knew that he didn’t compare to my son’s big fat cock. His cock ripped into me so deep I felt as if it were going to enter into my cervix. I hissed with sheer pleasure as my cunt clenched and griped his meat hungrily. It would be so easy to bear down and shoot hot come all over his dick, yet I didn’t. I didn’t dare incur his wrath of not having permission.

My fuzzy brain suddenly realized that Masters cock had pulled out of me. I protested, waggling my ass like a bitch in heat. Again, begging this boy/Man, son, master. "Please please Master fuck me please"

With relief I felt his weight again on the bed and the tip of his pulsating cock brush against my cunt. With sudden shock I realized he was going to rape my ass. He had never done that before. I knew his meat was well lubed with the other juices from my cunt. I felt the head push against the tight ring of this nasty virgin hole. It hurt and I cried out. Struggling to pull my ass away, his powerful grasp on my hips held me fast. A white hot blinding pain burst through me as suddenly the thick head popped through the ring. Raw pain burning from my ass seemed to flood through my body. This couldn’t be happening. It hurt too much. I begged Him to stop. Desperate I used my 'Mother tone". “Stop it now!” I screamed. That only got me a swift stinging slap to my ass and laughter from my son. Who, I realized was no longer my son and me his mother, but I was what I had become slave to my master. His dick pushed hard and deep. I was sure my ass was going to rip into a million pieces. There was so much pain. With one final deep thrust He was completely buried in my nasty sheath.

I head Him groan in pleasure. " God bitch, you have a nice fuckable ass" His cock slowly began to withdraw and this time mingled with pain was pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced. I found myself rocking back to meet the next deep slow assault. The muscles of my ass still spasming and contracting over his veined meat. His motion beginning to quicken as he let the pleasure of fucking mommy slut’s asshole, take over. My cries loud and heated, I could feel His hairy balls slapping against my pussy. I wanted that come badly. I panted loudly, "Oh fuck yes. Fuck mommy’s nasty ass master. Fuck it good. Harder… harder, feed it your precious come. That’s a good boy. FUCK yes.. I screamed as I let loose unable to hold back. As I pushed down my ass swallowed His dick deeper. I shattered as I found my release just as master’s gifted come filled my ass.

After what seemed like forever I felt Him pull out his cock. The lights went on and around me I could see His friends watching. I was shamed but I did not care I realized. My master had used me, found pleasure in my body and that was all that mattered.

I do not know when I finally found permanent slumber. Through the rest of the night my body was used as a pleasure vessel for master and his friends. My body covered in sprays of cum, piss and beer, sticky and sore. Cum oozed from almost all orifices of my slutty body. I had drifted off to sleep and been awakened twice that I could remember. The last thing I remember before falling off to sleep as the sun began to rise was master, my son telling me how proud he was of his cum slut. His lips found mine and I fed from His eagerly. Right or wrong, it had to be right to be so complete.



My Son, My Master Ch. 03



Spinning around, I heard Him enter the house. He called out, “Mooooooooom!” Rarely now was I spoken to as "mom”. Normally it was slut or bitch or whore or cunt or whatever pleased Him to call me at that time. After the past few months, I found myself still responding to Him with such passion and need. He was after all my Master, as well as my Son.

His tall frame filled the entrance to the kitchen and I could tell from the look in His eyes this was my Master standing before me. I found my knees rather quickly and lowered my lashes. It was difficult to breath beneath His powerful presence. His voice was deep and I knew when He spoke that He meant business. " I have a surprise for you this weekend mommy slut" He laughed, my body quivered. "We are going to go to campus and sell Your hot little body to anyone who wants to fuck it, what do you think of that?” His large hand reached out to pet my golden hair. I didn’t want to believe His words, Surely He was joking. Lifting my eyes it was clear it was no joke. Again Master laughed, "You will do it bitch and please them all or I’ll beat you". I whimpered. "Yes Master"

As I gazed in the mirror at myself I wanted to storm in and tell my son, and yes he was my son, that I was not going to be tossed out to anyone for a hot fuck. I was his mother after all and I just wasn’t going to do it. He had laid out a short skirt and a black thong with a cotton blouse that tied just between my tits. I was so exposed. I just couldn’t do this. The thong was digging into my tight ass as I pulled up the skirt. As I folded forward to fasten the straps on the heels my tits almost spilled from the shirt. How could He take me into public like this? Someone might see, and I swallowed nervously. That was the idea. My son was no longer content to keep his slave private, and oh God, he was going to make men pay for fucking me. I looked back into the mirror and knew what I was to become. His whore.

I had just reached out for the handle of the door when it opened. He stood there at the door, that grin I had come to love and hate at the same time pasted on His face. I watched in amazement as the bulge of his cock grew more prominent beneath His shorts. Helpless my body responded. My cunt juiced and my belly ached to be used by him. All my desires to dissuade Him from this adventure melted away, now my only thought was to please this Man, my son, My Master. "Ready cunt?" He said. I could only nod and followed Him out the door.

Sitting in the passenger side of his car we drove onto campus. A group of boys stood on the sidewalk a hedgerow behind them, and as he pulled up I heard his command. "Pull up your skirt bitch and rub your clit slowly. Do not stop no matter what". I could see the group moving to the car. They were moving to his side thankfully. I wished it was dark but it was still the middle of the afternoon. I had no choice but to obey. I slid up the hem of my already to short skirt, opening my thighs wide I lowered my trembling hand to my mound. I was wet of course. It still amazed me that I could get this wet being treated like a bitch in heat and could not understand how this happened. I was humiliated and embarrassed and almost angry that he would demand this of me. I shivered as the soft pad of my fingertip whispered between my slit. I could not look up, hearing the voices and light banter of the boys as they came to the window I blushed even more. Surely they could see my sons mom rubbing her clit right clearly. I swallowed as one boy I knew said, "Hi there Mrs. Conner" I did not turn my head but whispered softly. "Hello"

My cunt was dripping and aching with each stroke of my own touch. I wanted to scream to master to let me stop before I embarrassed myself even more and came. I could not help my hips from lurching upwards and the hot little moans rolling between my lips only got louder when He leaned in to me and said, "So sexy mommy bitch. Show them all how hot you are". 

How could I resist Him? I couldn’t, I knew that. I heard my window roll down and t hen I became aware of people so close. I didn’t dare look. I knew the boys were crowding around my side of the car. I heard my son tell them it was ok to touch and then I felt a rough hand cupping my breast, the rough touch causing my nipples to harden instantly and ache with longing. This couldn’t be happening to me. My son couldn’t be allowing this to happen to me his mother. There was laughter around the car but all I could feel was my finger plucking my clit to drive me closer to release. I cried out loudly and there was silence around me. My body tensed and I literally pissed squirts of cum all over the dash board of his car I came hard then collapsed against the back of the seat.

Master reached over and poked His finger into my cunt. Drawing it out he made a point of showing the others how wet his mommy was then pushed his finger into my mouth. I had no choice but to suckle and lick it clean, tasting my own pussy. There were moans around me. I heard them talking and then someone opened my door. A rough hand pulled my knee to the side forcing me to turn so my thighs were opened. A boy/man was kneeling and didn’t waist anytime before shoving up the hem of my skirt and pressing his face into my snatch. I moaned. So many eyes upon me, master, sitting right beside me. encouraging this. I felt his tongue slide over my wet slit, finding my clit and nipping and it then sinking deep into my cunt. He began slowly fucking me with his tongue. God, this boy was skilled. I found my hips pushing forward, meeting each thrust of his tongue. Rough hands tangled in my hair and I was drawn back against master. His lips brutally found mine, I moaned and let the ecstasy drive me to yet another release. Again I felt myself pissing cum around this boys tongue before god and everyone.

“Fuck!” the boy who had just eaten my pussy swore. “You were right. She does have a sweet cunt!”

“That will be 50 dollars for each one of you who wants to use this little whore.”

Money sailed over me to master and he nodded as he tucked it into his pocket. I noticed then there was a line before my opened cunt. Lifting my eyes to master as he nodded and I lay there. His hand ripped away the ties holding my blouse together so my tits were fully exposed. It seemed then as if many hands were groping and tugging on the peaked nipples. It hurt but the pain was a slow ebbing pleasure building. There were strong hands behind my knees, tugging my ass to the very edge of the car seat. My thighs were shoved open and a man loomed above me. He looked to master and then slid his cock into my wet slit. It was not huge but not small either. I heard his groans and grunts as he fucked me hard. He cried out just as my hips were lurching to meet his savage thrusts and I felt the sweet spurts of his cum fill my hole. He pulled away. Grinning like a cock of the walk and tucked his meat into his pants. His buddies laughed and patted him on the shoulder as he moved away. I felt Master pull me up and I drew my legs into the car. The door was shut firmly. I had heard talk of a party in the hills and would Master please come and bring me. Master laughed and said "Oh yes, she’ll be there" It was getting dusk and as I looked down I could see my skirt pushed up over my waist, my tits still bouncing free of my shirt.

Master was pushing His shorts down, the swollen head of his dick peeking out "Suck it cunt!" He said. I leaned over and mewled. I loved the smell of his meat, so close to his ass.. Darting out the tip of my tongue, flicking it over the head, tasting. His moans only encouraged me to feed more. I knew we were heading to the mountains some place but all I cared about right now was serving master, my son. I parted my lips and wrapped them around the head to the rim, tugging and plucking like suckling on a lollypop. My saliva drizzling down the hard length of his cock. I felt his hips thrust and opened my mouth to nurse from my boy’s cock. My head bobbed in his lap as I fucked his cock with my mouth. I closed my eyes and pushed the head deep into the canal of my slutty throat. I could tell master was close to shooting his wad into my throat but then the car slowed and halted. Darkness surrounded us. 

The music was still singing from the radio. Master’s hands lifted my lips from his meat and put it away. Dragging me by the hair out his side of the car  noted we had not gone into the mountains but were in parking lot in town. Other cars were there and people, even some girls were getting out. My son led me to the front of the car then pushed my face into the hood. My ass was lifted and exposed. My skirt tangled around my waist. My tits pressing into the heated metal, master took no time in shoving his cock into my slit. Pounding it hard and fast. I screamed, my muscles clenching, drawing his cum from his hairy sack up the length of his dick to pool in the bulbous head. With one savage thrust I felt him explode inside me. His friends cheered him on and I once more came with many eyes upon the slut of a mother I had become.

I heard beer cans opening and laughter. Hands were caressing my ass cheeks and all I could do was whimper in pleasure. I felt rather than heard another stepping up behind me. At the same time one of t he young girls had climbed up on the hood of the car. She sat down before me and opened her thighs. She wore a skirt with no panties underneath. She laughed and indicated I should put my face into her shaved cunt. I looked incredulously at her, then master. He nodded. Just then another cock pushed into my dripping fuck hole. It was so thick it ripped my walls to the very limits. I could smell her cunt. My tongue flicked out slowly to feel the smooth youthful lips. I tasted her. She tasted of urine and cunt. She shifted and lifted her hips and leaned against the windshield. My tongue growing bolder as it pushed between her lips to her folds. The tip of my tongue finding her clit I licked over it gently. Exploring the bitch’s cunt like mine had been explored. My body was rocking and each time the cock shoved in to my pussy my face dived into her snatch. Her moans were sweet and mingled with mine. The crowd around us was hooting and routing us on with very lewd comments. With a final savage thrust the cock shot another load of semen into my already filled cunt. He collapsed on top of me. Yet I continued to feast on this girl’s pussy. I could tell by her moans that she was liking it. She tasted sweet and I found my tongue diving into her fuck hole, flicking and lapping. With a cry she shoved into my face and I experienced a new sensation. Her cum seeping around my tongue I lapped her clean. After lying there a moment she moved off the hood of the car. Leaning over to my master she laughed, “That’s a nice little cunt eater you have there.”

I do not know how long I was the groups fuck toy. My cunt had sheathed many dicks and my lips ad feed on both cock and cunt over and over. I had been laid on my back on the hood and fucked and raped over an over. Each new cock or pussy I served with delight and master was always near to encourage me to keep on pleasing. I heard the sound of motors starting and cars pulling away. My body was covered with cum from head to toe. I smelled like a fuck factory. I was weak and could only lie on the car, once more on my stomach. 

I felt Master move behind me and the familiar head of his dick slipped against my raw cunt. I wanted to scream no more. It hurt but I knew better and he pushed his meat in deep. I felt Him lean over me and His whisper was one I will never forget.

"I’ve got a surprise for my bitch who fucks so well." 

I wondered what He meant but just then I heard another familiar voice. 

"Mom." 

I lifted my head and there stood my daughter. 

Oh God no. This cant be. She was smiling as she watched her brother fuck me good. He was grunting and taking me deep and hard. I opened my mouth to speak but she cut me off.

"It’s ok Mom, I know all about it. We’ve been fucking since we were 16. He has a nice cock doesn’t he?" she grinned and I watched as she pulled herself up on the hood. Her thighs opened before me as she leaned back onto the windshield. NO. I could not do this. Would not do this. I shook my head. My daughter opened her pussy lips and stroked her clit. 

“Come on mommy whore. You’ve eaten several pussies tonight now it’s time you licked your daughter’s sweet cunt.”

Her words sparked the same response that my son’s did. That aching longing feeling and I knew I had no choice but to obey her just like I did him.

How beautiful was her cunt, so pink and wet. I wanted to taste her and cried out softly. My sons thrust pushing my face into her pussy. Unable to think I responded like the slut I was. Even if I was the mother of these two I was nothing but a cunt, a fuck whore to please. My tongue lapped gently over her cunt, finding her clit and swirled around it. I loved how she moaned. So sweet was her taste. I thought of master’s cock plowing in her fuck hole and let my tongue follow the lead. Master was pounding me hard and just as he found his release my daughter shoved her cunt into mommy’s face and pissed a hot stream of come. Like mother like daughter it seemed. “Oh yes mommy bitch. Fuck yes. You’re making your baby girl cum.” I found myself yielding and it was along time before I was gently pulled from the hood and laid in the back seat of Masters car. I fell asleep quickly listening to them talk and make plans to make even more money than they had tonight. I swallowed nervously before falling asleep. I had become my children’s whore. This was sure to be a new experience that I would learn, with which, in time, just like the rest, to come to terms.

My last thought as I fell asleep was that I loved what I become.



My Son, My Master Ch. 04



I walked into the apartment, tossing my day timer on the desk and flopping into an overstuffed chair. Kicking off my heels and wiggling my toes, it felt good to get off the shoes. It had been an exceptionally long day at work and I found myself looking forward to relaxing the rest of the night.

Sliding down each stocking from my thighs, rolling the satiny stocking over my knees I smoothed then over each calf and then freeing my tiny feet. I tossed aside the stockings. After sitting there for quite a few minutes I finally forced myself from the chair. I paused at the answering machine. It's light blinked briefly, before I pushed the button.

There was a message from my sister. I listened then hit the button to go to the next message. It was a man's voice asking if my windshield needed to be repaired. Shaking my head almost irritably I deleted that one. I pushed the play button again and my breath caught in my throat. The voice speaking to me now was so familiar and my body even recognized it. I began to tremble and I felt the familiar dampness begin to grow in my crotch. 

The voice on the other end was my son, my Master. He had moved out of the house a few months before and although we still spend time together it was not as often. I was surprised to hear his voice now and knew instantly, and it was not a son calling his mother. My master's voice instructed me to shower, dress to his description and meet him at the front door at 9pm sharp. I quickly deleted the message then forced myself to breath. What did He have planned tonight? 

Glancing up at the clock it struck 7pm. I did not have much time to prepare. With a light step brought on by the authority in his voice suddenly I bounded up the steps. Once inside my bedroom I removed the blouse and my bra. Pausing to gaze at my tits, full and tipped with coral nipples I noticed they had already begun to harden. I could not help but moan remembering all those times his lips had been wrapped around each taut bud or even his teeth tugging and nipping, threatening to rip the nipple from the breast and how wonderful it felt. I cupped each one with the palm of my small hand. Master loved my breasts He said.

Removing my skirt and panties I kicked them aside. Master had allowed the hair over my cunt to grow just a bit but I had to keep it perfectly trimmed at all times. Most of it was still smooth except for the patch just atop my slit. I knew if I slid my fingertips to my cunt it would be wet, but I did not dare. Master had taught me well not to touch without permission. I flew into the shower. The pelting droplets of water almost like a million needles stinging into my skin, awakening it. My belly burned.

Finishing the shower I towel dried my body then selected Masters favorite lotion and began to coat my body well with it. My own touch was torture. Master had taught me how to let my senses rule and had brought my body to heights I had never known existed. He had instructed me to dress in a particular fashion, which kind of puzzled me.

I laid out the short skirt designed in tiger stripes. The material was flimsy and I was chewing my lip nervously knowing He would not allow a slip beneath it. He had also made it perfectly clear that no panties were to be worn. He wanted easy access to his slut. I slid the skirt up over my legs and thighs then fastened it in the back with the small hook. Again looking upon my ripe tits, no bra. This was insane. He was dressing me up as a slut. Surely he would not take me into public like this? I plucked out the white spaghetti strapped top he had indicated. As I pulled it over my head I almost wanted to cry. There in plain view to anyone were my dark nipples taut and perfectly seen through this top. He must have some thing private in mind surely to dress me thusly. I laughed and went about finishing up with my instructions. Fastening the strap on the last pump I stood before the full length mirror.

I had obeyed his orders perfectly and stood there shocked. I looked like a cheap slut that belonged on a street corner. It was if there was a neon sign flashing: Slut for use. Jus to just glance at me anyone would see me as a whore. It is what he wanted and I was thankful that my body allowed such dress. I knew he would never take me into public like this. It was simply too risky. We lived in a small town and the chances of running into someone we knew was more than likely.

I peeked at the clock. It was 830 pm. I made my way down the stairs into the kitchen and popped open a wine cooler. Leaning against the counter I sipped it trying to calm my nerves. Digging in my purse I made sure the toys he wanted were in there. There was a small device called the butterfly. It strapped to my thighs and then teased and hummed against my clit. It had a small battery operated controller with fresh batteries, again as instructed. I had also a set of nipple clamps inside as well as a smaller dildo and a larger one. 

I heard His truck pull up outside and since I was told to meet Him out there i grabbed my purse and raced for the door. The passenger door was open and before I could climb in he made me stand there. I could feel His eyes drinking in every inch of me, seeking for perfection. My hot twat throbbed just from being beneath his scrutiny. I knew my nipples strained against the flimsy top. He smiled that smile of His then told me to get in.

As we drove he told me he was very proud of how well I had obeyed his instructions. I wanted to ask what was in store for the night but knew it was not my place. Occasionally, Master would reach over and stroke my nipple, or tug it. I would of been happy to beg His cock right there and then but I knew he had plans that could not be delayed.

It was a hot summer night and I felt that nothing could take me from this high. I was with my master and soon he would master me the way he only could allowing me total completion. It was with a start I looked up to see a local bar/restaurant. It was where many locals hung out and the parking lot was packed. Master parked then looked at me. I could only shake my head.

"Tonight my hot little cunt I am going to show you off to the entire world. I expect you to obey perfectly no matter what. Do you understand?" I wanted to protest. Surely I could not do this. To my dismay my head nodded up and down and a breathy whisper of yes Master flowed from my lips.

My legs trembled as I got out of the truck. The clicking of my heels on the pavement seemed unbearably loud. Master took my arm and gently guided me to the very public, very exposed bar. I could hardly breath as we entered the dim lighted room. The music was loud and the laughter of people seemed to attempt to drown out the melody. I felt Masters hand guide me to a table in the center of the room. Oh god no, not here I wanted to cry. Before I knew what happened I was seated and Master was to my side.

The waitress came and took our order for drinks. I was grateful that Master allowed me to drink. When they came I drank mine down quickly and I heard his deep laughter. I wanted to shove my elbow into his ribs but definitely knew better. His whisper tickled the shell of my ear. "Nervous my little slut?" I almost leapt from the chair as I felt his strong fingers rest atop my thigh.

Hissing softly... I begged, "Please Master." He only responded with a laugh.

As we waited for the waitress to come take our food order several people stopped and spoke to both my son. I was horrified and each time I was sure i would rise and bolt form the humiliation. I could feel Masters fingers digging into the flesh of my thigh keeping me still. I could see the male visitors appreciated what they were seeing but the females gave me that disgusted look and seemed to be almost cold in their assessment of me. At one point Master leaned into me and whispered. "They are jealous of those lovely tits bitch. They wish it was them." I could only moan now as Masters fingers had crept up my inner thighs and was pushing slowly in and out of my cunt. I squirmed and tried to meet each thrust. My titties bounced with each small motion. He was driving me insane.

Finally the waitress approached and that is when I learned there were more surprises yet to come. I felt Master pull his finger from my twat and as I looked up there sat my other son and my ex husband. Oh my god my mind screamed. This was not happening to me. I wanted to vaporize into nothing but again Master held me firm in my seat. I looked up to see the look my ex husband was giving me and I was almost pleased to see the raw lust in his eyes. My younger son didn't seem to much notice and for that I was grateful. How could Master put me in this position? I hated him right then.

Our meal was served and small talk was made throughout dinner with only a few interruptions from passing friends. ON and off throughout the entire meal Master had continued to plow his fingers in and out of my pussy. I could smell my sex and new that my seat was wet as well as my filmy skirt. Twice I had to bite my lip hard and find ever part of willpower to not release and finally squirmed in my chair. Dropping my napkin on the floor and as I leaned down to pick it up I found my cunt pissing sweet come around masters fingers. I could hardly think like always when he was around and yet the humiliation of this situation was almost too much.

After dinner my youngest son had to leave for another appointment but my ex husband remained. He and Master seemed to be enjoying themselves richly. Master leaned into my ear and spoke sternly. "Get up bitch and walk to the bathroom. Walk slowly so everyone can see the wet cum spot on your ass. When you get into the bathroom go to the farthest stall and wait there." I cried out in protest, I had to obey. What would my ex think? Master dug his thumb and forefinger into my flesh painfully reminding me who was boss. I forced a smile to my quivering lips and after excusing myself rose. I wanted to run but Master had said to walk. I thrust my chin in the air and moved as slow as I could through the bar. It was if a tension surrounded me and I could feel the eyes boring into my back and ass. I was so relieved to find the bathroom. Moving quickly into the stall I lifted up my skirt and peed. 

I heard the door open and I strained my ears. There was a tap on the stall door. Master spoke. "Turn around bitch and face the back wall." I obeyed. My legs trembled. The door was opened. My breath held. Masters laughter was so sweet as he stroked my ass beneath the damp skirt. "Aaahhhhh you are a wet cunt tonight aren't you mommy?" I yelped as His palm struck one cheek leaving it burning. I heard Master unfastening his belt and I thought oh god he is going to fuck me right here. I didn't care now I needed to be impaled on his thick fuck meat. I lifted my ass higher and wagged it. As my body begged without my brain realizing it, his laughter was music to my ears as felt him move up behind me. His strong fingers dug into my hips as the head of his dick thrust into my dripping snatch. I cried out and he moaned. How I loved to hear the pleasure in his voice. His cock pushed deep in my tight pussy, stroking in and out. My cunt was so wet it slurped loudly in the restroom yet I didn't care. Master was fucking me. That was all that mattered. His hands reached around and began to pull and twist each nipple. God it hurt. I felt my cunt tighten, I knew I was going to beg Master to come right here. His meat was so thick. I could feel every ridge and vein as it slid between silken wet walls. He began to pound deep and harder, raping me right there. I new others were in the bathroom but no longer did it matter. I moaned and Master grunted with each savage thrust. Soon my cunt would be filled with his gifted cum. My muscles clenched and I heard Master loudly command. "Cum bitch, cum now!!" I did. I screamed and shuddered feeling his balls empty into my cum vessel. His motions slowed as the last droplets settled into my cunt. 

I whimpered. Realizing what had just happened and I wondered how could I ever walk out of this room. People would know. Master pulled me into his strong arms and reassured me. "I love you little cunt, I am proud of you. You will hold your head up high and walk a bit behind me." I suddenly realized I could do anything as long as Master was near. Straightening my clothing, feeling the trickle of our mixed cum ooze down each inner thigh I followed Master out. I was grateful no one had remained in the bathroom. Again welcoming the dimly lit room as we moved towards the exit.

The cool night air hit me and suddenly I felt giddy. I realized I did not care what people thought as long as Master was with me. With him I was total and complete. We approached the truck and I stopped dead in my tracks. There leaning against the pickup was my ex husband. He smiled. I looked to my Master, then to my ex and back to Master. Something was up.

Master and his father spoke and it was then i realized that the secret was out. I felt afraid. How did he feel about me fucking his son, my son? I could hardly stand. I was instructed to remove my blouse and get in the truck. I did so. On the passenger side my ex climbed in. His eyes boldly admired my tits so fully exposed. Master climbed in behind the wheel. I was thankful it was dark yet even still people in the parking lot could easily see my tits. I stole a look at Master and he looked almost proud sitting there with me so exposed.

Turning to look at my ex he smiled at me then reached for my thigh, stroking it slowly. The same time Masters fingers found my nipple. He twisted it. It hurt and I cried out. My ex's finger was finding my come soaked cunt, stroking my clit. Damn it felt so good as his father fingered my clit. My skirt was removed and slid down over my legs, then tossed to the floor. I felt Master's father lift and then guide me to sit atop his lap. His hard fuck meat was exposed and the head pushed easily into my hot slit. Master was watching us with a smile. I began to squirm around the impaling meat as it slipped deeply into my belly. My ex moaned. I marveled at how much father and son were alike. He began to slide his dick in and out. I felt Masters fingers tangle in my hair then draw my head down to His lap. The bulbous head of His cock brushed my lips then parted then demandingly. I tasted my cunt then our mingled cum. Mewling hotly I slowly swallowed his cock into the tight canal of my throat while his father drove his meaty cock in and out of my cunt. Occasionally, I would hear people passing, making lewd remarks as they glanced in the window. I cared not. The cock in my snatch was driving hard and deep. Soon he would shoot his load of jism deep into my sloppy cunt. His moans mingled with Masters driving me insane with raw lust. My moans muffled as I fed from Masters fuck meat eagerly. I could feel it throb and swell as the come from his hairy balls slid up the veined shaft. My lips milked his cock eagerly almost begging for the gift of his hot thick cum. A final savage thrust from Master and his cock began to shoot thick ribbons of come down his bitch cunt's throat. At the same time his father's dick pushed deeply into my cunt then exploded. My pussy throbbing and spasming as my mouth feed from Masters come.

Both Master and his father used me unmercifully that night. Master has made it clear I am his slut, his mother, his bitch and now his fathers play toy too. I looked forward to future encounters with both Master and his father.