****** Mother's Mistress by Sissipus ******
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Mother's Mistress


"David," my mother asked innocently over breakfast, "What do you think of
Laura?"

Feeling like a deer trapped in the headlights of an oncoming truck, I froze.
Had I been that obvious? Trying to look as if I were just debating whether I
was hungry enough to eat the piece of toast in my hand, I shrugged "I don't
know. Why?"

"Come on," she smiled, "You've never had trouble talking to me about girls
before."

That was true. I'd been nine when my father had walked out on us, so I'd really
had nobody else to go to. I don't know how comfortable most boys are talking to
their mothers about sex, but for us it was never a problem. "Ah, to be honest,"
I told her, "She's a babe."

"Hmm. Too bad."

"What?" At first, I had thought she was upset that I found her best friend
attractive, but now it seemed like she was teasing me. Although I had no
problem being open with her, I still couldn't claim to understand her.

Looking uncomfortable, she told me "It's just that Laura has some, well,
eccentric tastes."

"What does this have to do with me?" Grinning, I asked, "Do you think I have a
chance?"

"David, you're only nineteen."

"And . . ."

"And Laura is thirty-four."

"So . . ."

"So, yes, I think you have a good chance."

All thoughts of breakfast forgotten, I dropped the piece of toast and propped
my elbows on the table. "If you're trying to confuse me, ma, you're doing a
good job." Frustrated by the mixed signals I felt I was getting, I complained
"First you ask if I like her, then you say that's too bad 'cause she has
strange tastes, then you hint she likes younger men."

"That's all true," she replied. Then, shaking her head, she sighed "But I wish
I hadn't brought it up."

"Ma, what are you trying to say?" Curious, and now a little concerned, I
assured her "Whatever it is, I'll listen."

"Fair enough, but you'll have to let me explain a few things before any of this
makes sense. Okay?"

Shrugging, I replied, "Sure."

"To begin with, Laura and I have been lovers for almost three years."

Wow. I'd fantasized a few times about coming home to find the two of them
making love on the living room floor, but had never actually thought they might
be lezzies. "So, that's why you've been in such a good mood."

"Yes." Sounding sincerely apologetic, she told me "After your father left, I
became a complete bitch, I realize that. Why you didn't just up and leave, I'll
never know."

"I stayed because I love you, ma. As hard as you were to live with sometimes, I
could understand why." Reaching out to take her hand, I told her "I hope my
sperm-donor hasn't soured you on men forever, but if it takes another woman to
make you happy, that's okay by me."

"Oh, shit," she laughed, "That shouldn't be funny but it is."

Sharing the laugh, I asked "Is that what you were getting at? Did you want my
approval?" Admittedly, I was a little disappointed that she wasn't trying to
set me up with her beautiful friend, but I didn't want to hurt her. "If so, you
have it."

"Thank you." Smiling, she told me "That's part of it, but there's more."
Looking uncomfortable, she explained "You see, Laura likes you too. A lot."

Now I was confused again. "You've lost me ma."

Rising, she began pacing our little kitchen, her heels click-clacking on the
tile floor. "Laura is an amazing woman, but she's eccentric, like I said."
Sighing, she complained, "I don't know how to say this."

"Just spit it out, stupid," I replied. When she spun and glared down at me, I
shrugged "That's what you always used to tell me."

"Hmm. Must be good advice then." Sitting down again, she finally managed to
blurt out "David, Laura is a bisexual dominatrix who really gets off on taboo
things." Her voice barely more than a whisper, she added, "Taboo things like
incest."

I felt like I'd just been hit by a ton of bricks. Not only was my mother a
lesbian, but she was the submissive half of a femdom relationship. So
submissive, Laura had managed to convince my mother to propose an incestuous
coupling, most likely with her mistress as an active participant. "Are you
asking . . . I mean, is what you have in mind . . . ?"

"Yes, I think you're catching on." Looking positively embarrassed, she told me
"Laura asked me to move in with her, but I told her I couldn't leave you
alone." As she spoke, her face was quickly becoming the same shade of red as
her dress. "She said you could come live with us, but you'd have to take your
proper place."

"My proper place?"

"Yes, as the lowest of my slaves." Stepping around the corner and into the
kitchen, Laura crossed her arms and scowled "Took you long enough, slut."

At the first sound of her mistress' voice, mom jumped off the chair and dropped
to her knees. Obscenely licking her way up and down Laura's glossy black boots,
she sobbed "I'm sorry, so sorry. Please don't punish me."

Reaching down, Laura grabbed a handful of my mother's blonde hair and yanked
her head up. "We'll discuss punishment later." Letting her go, the redhaired
dominatrix looked over at me and barked "Well, what'll be? You coming or not?"

I was stunned. Shocked. And genuinely aroused. Standing before me was my every
wet dream come true, and then some. Laura was dressed from head to toe in black
PVC - stiletto heeled thigh-high bitch boots, skintight minidress, long evening
gloves, and even a pair of black sunglasses - and she was asking me to be her
slave. Looking down at my mother - who was wrapped around her mistress' left
leg and smiling contentedly - I had a pretty clear idea of what I could expect.

"Can I think about it?"

"No." Glancing up at the clock, she told me "You have exactly ten seconds to
make your choice."

I really didn't have a choice. I'd lusted after her body at first sight, and
had dreamed of such an opportunity for years. I wasn't sure how I felt about
being intimate with my mother, but from the moment Laura had entered the room,
I'd been hers. Smiling, I stood and told her "I'm coming."

"Good." Stepping forward, she backhanded me across the face, knocking me from
the chair. "That's for calling your mother stupid." Helping me to my feet, she
then proceeded to knock me down again. "That's for making me wait." Then,
giving me a kick in the side, she told me, "And that's for getting blood on my
gloves."

Shit. Already, I was beginning to wonder what I had gotten myself into. Afraid
to get up again, I crouched on the floor, trying to judge whether or not I
could beat her to the door. But then I thought of my mother, and realized I
couldn't let her go through with this alone. Regardless of what we might be
forced to do, I couldn't stand the thought of anyone hurting her.

Still standing over me, Laura commanded "Strip, boy." Having learned my lesson,
I was quick to comply. "Good, now crawl over here." Doing as she instructed, I
found myself face to face with my mother, who was grinning.

"Ma," I asked, "What have -"

"You will not speak without my permission!" Nearly pulling the ears off of my
head, Laura looked down at my mother and barked "Collar him, slut."

"Yes, mistress." Leaping to her feet, my mother grabbed the leash from Laura's
hand and slipped the studded dog collar around my neck. Pulling it tight, she
asked, "Should I teach him how to obey?"

Waving away the question, Laura said, "We'll have time enough for that later.
What I want to do now, is teach him to be quiet." Tapping her exquisite foot
before me, she asked my mother "Where are you in your cycle?"

Obviously thinking the same thing as her mistress, mom complained "Almost done,
unfortunately."

"Hmm. Let me see." Whatever they were doing, the collar prevented me from
watching. Forced to wait and wonder, I tried to convince myself that things
would be alright. Once I learned the rules, everything would go smoothly. Or,
so I hoped.

"That'll do."

Yanking hard on the leash, mom pulled my head back and told me "Open your
mouth, slave." Without thinking, I obeyed, and watched in horror as Laura
shoved mom's bloody maxipad in my mouth. Really cramming it in, she told me
"Maybe now you'll learn to obey." Kneeling down to look me in the eyes, she
offered me this single piece of advice "Remember this and you'll do fine. As a
man, you are the lowest of the low. Should any woman wish to use or abuse you,
you will submit without question. Serve your betters well, and things will be
fine."

Unable to reply, I could only follow them out to Laura's car, painfully aware
that my freedom was no more.

"I have to go out to get some things for our newest addition." Tossing a key to
my mother, Laura told her "Have him trained before I get back. I want to enjoy
him tonight."

"Yes mistress." Positively beaming, she told us both "It will be my pleasure."

As soon as Laura left, mom turned to me and barked "Up the stairs. Now!"

"Mom, please," I begged. "I've changed my mind. I want to leave."

Slapping me in the face, she screamed "Get up there now, slave!"

Terrified by the anger in her voice, I bolted up the stairs, not knowing where
to go from there. Following me at a leisurely pace, she grabbed my hair and
dragged me down the hall to our destination. Shoving me toward the bed, she
commanded "Kneel there and wait for me."

Using the key Laura had given her to unlock the closet, mom pulled out a huge
strap-on dildo and asked me "Do you know what this is?"

"Ah, a dildo, isn't it?" I stuttered.

Nodding, she strapped it on her naked body and came to stand before me. The
plastic cock staring me in the face, she barked "Kiss it."

"Are you serious?"

Grinding her heel into my balls, she smiled "Very." Only relenting when the
tears began to stream down my face, she told me again "Kiss it."

This time I did as she said, now fully aware that she would have no problem
disciplining me. The sweet friendly woman who had been my mother was gone. In
her place was a lustful power-crazy slut, eager to bring me lower than Laura
had brought her. To my disgust, I found this new woman strangely arousing.

"Good. Put it in your mouth." Thrusting her hips forward to punctuate the
command, she scowled "Now."

Gulping, I closed my eyes and took the plastic pink phallus into my mouth.
Feeling the cold, smooth plastic slide past my lips, I almost gagged when the
hard knob pressed against the back of my throat. Opening my eyes, I looked up
at her and silently begged for mercy. There was none to be had. Pulling my head
up slightly, she grabbed the base of the dildo and forced it halfway down my
throat. Jiggling the fake balls against my chin, she told me "Just relax and
breathe through your nose."

Suppressing my panic at being choked to death I did as she instructed and found
that I could indeed breathe. The fake cock lodged in my throat was still
uncomfortable, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

"Mmm, you like that don't you," she cooed. Slowly pulling the dildo from my
throat, she moaned in pleasure as if it were really hers. Then, grabbing my
hand, she wrapped it around the glistening prick and told me "Stroke it nice.
Pretend you're getting yourself off."

Nodding, I did as I was told, my own spit providing the lubrication. Naked and
kneeling in submission, staring at a strange cock in my hand that was covered
in my own warm spit, I had to look up every few strokes to remind myself it
wasn't real. I needed to know that there wasn't a man on the other end. As
disgusted as I already was, that would have been enough to make me retch.

"Mmm, you want to taste it again, don't you," mom smiled. "I don't blame you. A
nice thick cock like that was made for sucking. Kind of like a giant popsicle."
Forcing it back into my mouth, she pushed me back against the bed and began
fucking my mouth.

"Suck it, you little sissy," she barked, "Suck it like you want it." We must
have remained like that for half an hour. Any man would have cum long ago, but
I wasn't complaining. As long as it was only a piece of plastic, I could suck
in it all day.

Pulling the dildo from my mouth, she ordered "Alright, get on the bed."
Watching me, she growled "No, not like that. Sit up against the headboard." As
soon as I complied, she grabbed my arms and handcuffed me there. Next, she
slipped a blindfold on me and left the room.

I don't know how long I sat there, but by the time she returned my arms were
beginning to cramp. "I need an expert to watch us," I heard her tell someone as
she returned. "I want to make sure he's doing everything properly."

As she climbed back on the bed, I whispered "Who's here, mom?" I was already
feeling enough shame over what she had forced me to do. The added guilt of
doing it in front of an audience was enough to risk being beaten for speaking
out of turn.

"None of your business," was the only reply I received. Straddling my chest,
she laughed "I think you'll like this. He's a natural born cocksucking sissy."
Grabbing me by the hair, she pulled my head forward and forced me to take the
dildo into my mouth. As nervous as I was, sucking this fake cock for an
audience, I really didn't have to worry about it because mom wasn't giving me a
chance. Fucking my mouth like a wildwoman, she repeatedly rammed it halfway
down my throat, literally bruising my chin with the plastic balls.

"Mmm, tell me how much you like mommy's cock," she sighed. Addressing our
mysterious stranger, she asked, "Would you mind sucking him off now? I want him
to learn to emulate your technique."

Moments later, I felt a soft, moist mouth envelop my cock, gliding up and down
it ever so gently. Kissing each of my balls, the stranger licked the length of
my cock and kissed the head before taking it in again. This time, the stranger
sucked hard the whole time my cock was sliding past those welcoming lips. As I
felt my cock slip down the stranger's throat, I couldn't help but become
aroused. And when I felt my balls join my shaft in the stranger's mouth, I
nearly passed out from the intensity of it all.

Despite the bizarre nature of my mother fucking my mouth with a strap-on dildo,
it wasn't long before I was ready to cum. I tried to warn the stranger, but it
was difficult to talk with a fake cock rammed halfway down my throat.
Fortunately, mom seemed to realize what I was trying to say.

"Ooh," she purred "I think he's gonna cum." Increasing the tempo of her
fucking, she screeched "Suck the sperm out of him!"

I couldn't have held back if I'd wanted. Grimacing, I began filling the
stranger's mouth with my cum. My hips we bucking up and down so hard as I
spurted again and again into the talented receptacle, I'm surprised my mother
wasn't knocked off my chest.

"Yee-haw!" Literally banging my head against the headboard in her excitement,
mom kept urging the stranger on. "Don't swallow, don't swallow. I want to see
how much you can hold!"

I sincerely doubted the stranger would be able to take it all, because I was
experiencing the most intense orgasm of my life. With my sight taken from me, I
found that my other senses were overcompensating, and I swear I could hear
every spurt adding to the pool of cum in her mouth. Finally, I felt the mouth
release me into the cold air, allowing the final few shots of cum to land on my
stomach.

At the same time, mom ripped the dildo from my mouth and leapt off the bed. She
whispered something to the stranger, but even with my heightened senses, I
couldn't make it out. Seconds later, I felt mom climb back on the bed and
straddle my chest once again.

"Open up, sweetie," she told me. "We ain't done yet."

As the dildo slipped back between my lips, I noticed that it tasted odd. I
couldn't place it, but it was a bitter, almost salty taste.

"Suck me, dear," mom cooed. "Clean your cum off of mommy's cock." Mussing my
hair, she asked "Isn't that the most divine taste you've ever experienced?"

Oh, fuck. She must have had the stranger slobber my cum all over the dildo. If
I hadn't had three inches of plastic down my throat, I'm sure I would have
puked. Trying to mumble my displeasure, I blew out my cheeks and rolled back my
tongue, desperate not to taste any more cum than I had to. Unfortunately, mom
had other ideas, and was carefully rolling the dildo from one side to the
other, up and down, as well as in and out, anointing every inch of my mouth
with second-hand cum.

Once she was sure I'd gotten it all, she climbed off again.

Spitting out whatever I could find left in my mouth, I barked "That's fucking
disgusting! The dildo was bad enough, but -"

"Oh, shut up and suck." Hopping back up on the bed, mom slammed the dildo back
in my mouth, cutting off my protests. I didn't want to know what she had put on
it this time.

As I sat there, being orally raped once again, I wondered what could have
happened in her life to give mom such pleasure in fucking my face with a dildo.
Maybe it was revenge for all the times she had been forced to do it, but
outside of her kinky relationship with Laura, I couldn't really see her as a
sexual being. However, I didn't have much time to wonder, because I soon began
to realize I had been double crossed. The moment I let my cheeks deflate and
relaxed my tongue, I knew this was no dildo. Not this time. No, this was a
real, live, flesh and blood cock!

"Mmmmggghhh! Urrrrnngghh!" Thrashing back and forth in panic, testing the
strength of the handcuffs and the hands bracing my head, I tried to escape. As
far as I was concerned, she had gone way too far. Even if this was just a joke,
I didn't want another guy's cock in mouth for even a second. Unfortunately, my
struggles were useless as I was effectively pinned.

"How do you like your surprise, hon?" Laughing, mom licked my ear and told me
"You were such a good student, I just had to see you take the real thing."
Softly stroking my neck, she asked "Can you feel it growing inside you? Can you
feel the shaft becoming hard and extending into your throat, huh?" Patting my
stomach, she assured me "If you're a good little sissy, there'll be a treat for
you later."

The worst part of it all was she was right. I could feel the cock filling my
mouth as it grew to full hardness, and I certainly was not enjoying it. My head
was being help solidly in place, and I could feel the cock moving in and out of
my mouth. Sucking mom's dildo had not prepared me for the feel of a warm, cum-
filled, flesh-and blood cock invading my mouth. Tears in my eyes, I raised my
hands and tried to push the guy off of my chest. You see, I had already figured
out he was the stranger that had sucked me off, and was afraid he expected me
to return the favour.

My first few attempts were met with vicious slaps, but then mom suggested "Let
him try. Let him see how helpless he is." Not waiting to see if the strange guy
would agree or not, I decided to take advantage of his momentary distraction.
Pulling back my hands, I shoved them straight out and grabbed - a pair of
breasts!

"Ha ha ha!" Giggling, mom ripped the blindfold from my face and cried
"Surprise!" I took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light, but when they
did I found Laura sitting on my chest. Squeezing her tits to make sure they
were real, I watched in stunned amazement as she continued fucking my mouth.

"Isn't she beautiful?" mom asked. Stroking the three inches of cock that
wouldn't fit in my mouth, she confided "It took a while, but I can take her
all, now."

Backhanding mom across the face, Laura scolded "You are not to touch without my
permission." Scowling down at mom's sprawled form, she promised "You will be
punished for your other indiscretions later." As mom came shakily to her knees
and wiped the spot of blood from the edge of her mouth, she smiled. Apparently,
to her, it had all been worth it.

"Alright, my little sissy," Laura growled. "Your slut of a mother did a good
job of loosening you up. However, I'm not interested in breaking you in as
slowly as she was." Tightening her grip on my head, she smiled "You're gonna
learn to take me all the way - NOW!"

With that, Laura reared back and slammed her cock into my mouth, yanking my
head forward with enough force to pull out a few clumps of my hair. "Take it!"
she screamed. "Take it all, you fucking sissy of a man!" Leaning forward, she
pressed me back against the headboard and forced her cock deeper and deeper
into my throat, stretching places mom hadn't come close to touching. It was
agony, but I was ashamed to feel my cock growing. What the hell was happening
to me?

Thoroughly confused, I let my gaze wander from her beautiful but stern face, to
her big, bouncing tits, to her enormous cock. Moaning in ecstasy, she
repeatedly slammed my head against the backboard of the bed and she fucked me
faster and faster. "Don't just sit there," she scolded. Shifting her weight,
she forced her knee into my crotch and commanded "Suck it! Suck it hard!"

I didn't want to, but I couldn't stand the pain any longer. Telling myself it
was the only way, I began sucking her cock as it slipped past my lips and
dipped down my throat. "Good, keep sucking," she told me, taking her weight
from the knee, but leaving it threateningly pressed against my inner thigh.
"Now lick at the same time," she instructed. Unable to refuse, I did as she
commanded, letting my tongue ride up and down the shaft of her organ as my
cheeks hollowed out to provide greater suction.

Literally bouncing up and down with excitement beside the bed, mom asked "Are
you gonna cum in his mouth mistress? Please, pretty please, I want to see you
flood his sissy mouth with semen."

"Unngh. Don't worry, slave, I plan to." Rising to her knees, Laura forced my
head back, giving her more leverage to penetrate my unwilling throat. "Get
ready," she told me, "I'm gonna drown you, you sissy bastard."

I definitely wasn't ready for this. Watching in terrified anticipation, I saw
her grimace in pleasure and knew my time had come. Darting my eyes sideways,
hoping mom would see my anguish and come to my aid, I was sorely disappointed.
"Get ready, baby," she cooed. "Mistress Laura has the bestest tasting cum in
the world. You should be honored to taste it."

"Open up, here it comes!"

Pulling back so that only the head of her cock was in my mouth, Laura exploded.
The first hot, creamy spurt went directly down my throat, but as I gagged and
flinched back, I spoiled her aim and felt the roof of my mouth being coated
with her cum. Wanting nothing more than to get as far away as possible, I felt
her bathe my tonsils with her sperm, choking me with her seed.

"Swallow it, you stupid whore," she told me, slapping my face. "Keep sucking
and swallowing and you'll be fine."

I didn't want to do it, but I couldn't breathe. Finally, I relented and began
swallowing, sucking the cum deep into my stomach. As I sat there, sucking the
cum straight from her cock, I looked up and watched as she fondled her tits and
smiled in pleasure. Except for the cock, this was still the body I had lusted
after for so many years. Tearing my gaze away from her magnificent tits, I
looked over to find mom frigging herself on the floor, grinning like a maniac.

"Drink your mistress' jism," she told me, "Drink it up, honey. Swallow every
last drop."

As I returned my gaze to Laura's incredible body, I felt a familiar sensation
in my own body. I was coming! Without anyone touching it, my cock was spurting
my own cum all over Laura's back! Suddenly, mom leapt onto the bed and began
licking it off.

Now I was really confused. I couldn't be enjoying this, could I? I mean, I
would never willingly suck another guy's cock, but this was different, wasn't
it? Mistress Laura was a gorgeous, sexy woman, who liked to dominate. All of
that turned me on, but the cock confused me. Did it make me gay, or did it just
make her more special?

"Mmmm, good boy," Laura sighed, collapsing against me. As she pulled her limp
cock from my mouth, I found myself marvelling at the feel of it. I'd been
disgusted and frightened at first, but now I was amazed at the transformation
her cock had undergone, all thanks to my mouth. Smiling, she leaned down and
gave me a kiss, lapping up the last traces of cum still in my mouth. Smacking
her lips in delight, she asked "Tastes great, doesn't it?"

To my utter amazement, I found myself nodding in agreement. Apparently, I had
decided that she was just an incredible woman with some extra special
equipment. I still couldn't imagine ever sucking off another guy, but this was
somehow different. Finished cleaning my cum from Laura's back, mom came around
to sit between us, joining the three of us in an affectionate embrace.

"Come on, honey. We have to clean up the mistress now." Releasing me from the
handcuffs, mom pulled me down so that we could each lick Laura clean. Sucking
the tiny droplets of cum from Laura's hairy sac, mom smiled as I tentatively
flicked out a tongue and licked the leftover cum from Laura's piss-slit.

When we were finished, it was mom's turn to kiss me. Locking lips, she darted
her tongue into my mouth and I did the same to hers. It was passionate and
affectionate at the same time, and I loved it. Even the intermingling tastes of
Laura's cum and mine - which I found I actually could distinguish - couldn't
ruin it. If anything, I had to marvel at how different the cum in my mouth felt
and tasted from the cum in my mother's.

Finally breaking away from her lips, I smiled for the first time that
afternoon. "I love you, both of you," I told them, still tasting cum and
feeling its stickiness on my lips. I still didn't understand what had happened
to me, but recognized that I would be a fool to give up such a wonderfully
perverse relationship. Sure, it would take a while to become comfortable as a
sexual slave to my mother and her shemale mistress, but it would happen.

Patting my head, Mistress Laura smiled "You have no choice, my sissy bastard
dear."

Perhaps, perhaps not, but I knew better than to argue.