I never seemed to have any luck with men. I had many relationships over the years but they never worked out. I always seemed to be attracted to the wrong kind of man. I liked the 'bad boy' type and it was always ended up the same, great at first, lots of fun in bed but there always seemed to be a catch. Either his idea of rough sex included me ending up with a black eye, or his idea of having a few drinks turned out to be every night and until he passed out, puked up or made a complete fool out of himself, sometimes all three.
Then there was the one who stole all my money for gambling and not forgetting the guy that was always getting in fights and often spending a night in custody.
Oh and there had been that guy who I don't think in the whole month that we dated that I had ever seen when he wasn't stoned. I just couldn't pick the right guy. I wanted someone who was exciting but not crazy, dominant but not cruel, experimental but not a perverted, loving but not soppy. I guess I just didn't want the goody goody type but all the guys I thought might be my Mr. Right ended up being totally wrong. I was starting to think the man I was looking for didn't exist.
The only good thing that came out of all these failed relationships was my son.
It wasn't a good thing at the time, totally unplanned and unwanted. I was 25 and having the time of my life, dating lots of men and even some women, experimenting with threesomes and group sex, even some mild BDSM and of course always going after the type of men that you wouldn't bring home to meet your mother.
His name was James and I thought he was a God. Actually I when I think back now, so did he.
We lived together for 6 months and I did love him. He taught me a lot about the world of domination and submission. He was my Master and I was his willing sub, I adored him and was willing to obey anything and everything he ordered me to do. The sex was great, I was so happy, everything was going good. I was living the life I wanted........I had a hot boyfriend, parties all the time, sex day and night, and he was a good Master.......strong and dominant, nasty but not cruel, he knew just how far to push me and rewarded me when I pleased him.
But then something happened that did not please my Master at all. I got pregnant. I was of course on the pill, but with all these parties, sometimes I drank too much and threw up and it didn't matter to James if I was hung over. When he wanted sex, which was every day, he got it. I would never dare say no and I'm sure if I did, he would just take me anyway. I guess that's how it happened and James had told me his feelings on children, he didn't want any. I think it was more he wasn't prepared to have his sub give anyone else any attention. There was no way he wanted a share of my attention, for him it was 100% 24/7.
I was terrified to tell him, I thought he might beat the shit out of me. Although he had never hurt me in anger or beaten me before, our sex was always rough and aggressive and I didn't know what he was capable of if I was to ever make him mad. So I didn't tell him, I needed some time to try and figure out what to do. So I just pretended to be drinking when we were at parties, I would say it was vodka and orange when in fact it was straight juice. I got away with my pretence for 3 months, but I was starting to show and he was giving me a hard time for putting on weight and was starting to get suspicious about my behavior. Then one night he confronted me. I guess he worked it out that I hadn't had a period in awhile. I broke down in tears and confessed, telling him how much I loved him and that I wanted his baby. But tears never worked with him during Dom/sub sessions so why I thought they would now....I don't know.
He didn't hit me but he was angry at me and demanded I get rid of it or move out. I was too far gone to even consider an abortion and even if I wasn't, I really wanted my baby. So with a broken heart and very little else, I left him.
I went up north to this small town close to a beach and spent the next five years surviving on a benefit and devoting all my time and energy to my son. I named him Jimmy because even after all that happened I still had feelings for his father. I never dated in those first five years and would spend my time at night while my son slept writing in a journal, putting down in words all my memories of the times I had with James, all the parties, the sex, every nasty detail of the things he would do to me and how it made me feel. I missed him but each time I looked at my beautiful son, I knew I had made the right decision.
I missed the sex too, but I had brought my vibrator and some of my sex toys with me when I had left him, so for now I had my memories of all my sexual adventures and that helped a lot when I would masturbate at night while my son slept.
Once my boy was almost 5, I decided to move to a bigger town so that he could go to a better school and meet more people and I could get a part time job. So we started a new life and I started dating again. That was when I began to meet loser after loser. I don't know what it was; it was like I was a magnet for every no-hoper man in a 100 mile radius!
Some of them lasted a few months before things went sour and some it was a matter of weeks before they showed their true colors and I woke up to realize he wasn't what I needed in my life. I guess what I really wanted was a man just like James only one that was prepared to take on a woman that already had a son. Pretty much an impossible task.
It didn't help that I still found the 'bad boy' kind of guy attractive, I did try dating some 'nice' guys a few times but whenever I suggested the kind of bedroom games I liked, they all seemed to be freaked out by it and that was the end of that.
Sometimes there would be a year or more in-between relationships, I would give up on men and just concentrate on my son and my job, but then I would meet someone else and there would be that hope that this one would be Mr. Right and I would try again. Apart from the fact I was missing a sexual partner in my life, I was also hoping to one day meet someone that could be a father for Jimmy. He was a great kid and seemed really happy and was never a problem but I just felt that maybe he needed a father figure. He had asked about his dad over the years and I had just told him that I loved his dad but it had just not worked out, I didn't have the heart to tell him that his father didn't want him, at least not yet, maybe when he was older.
The years went by and I wasn't getting any younger, I was starting to feel me and my
vibe should get married because not much chance of me ever getting lucky.
But I wasn't really unhappy, my relationship with my son was great, we were like best friends and even though he was now a teenager, he was never one of those boys that got embarrassed to be seen out in public with his mother. We would go to the movies and do stuff together. Sometimes we would even bump into his school friends when we were out and even then, he didn't seem to mind being caught out on a 'date' with his mother and he always introduced me to his mates. I often felt like he wanted to feel like he was the man of the house and it was his job to look after me even though I had never suggested it or put any kind of pressure on him to take on such a responsibility.
So now that Jimmy was 18, I was starting to wonder when he was going to start bringing girls home. He was a good looking boy, much like his father in a lot of ways....tall, dark and handsome and sometimes as I lay in my bed with my vibe in my hand, I would wonder if he was well hung like his father too. But I was growl at myself for having such thoughts, and then read a few pages of my journal to bring back those memories of the bedroom games I used to play and masturbate before sleep.
I knew that Jimmy masturbated a lot too, because of course I did all his washing, but that's kind of normal for a boy of his age. The only thing I wondered about was who he was thinking about when he played with himself and whether he might ever bring this girl home to meet his mother.
I had no idea that in fact, I was the subject of his masturbation fantasies.
It was puzzling me a little how, when I did my laundry that I would often find some of my panties in there that I couldn't remember wearing that week, but it was a trivial thing and I passed it off as I must be losing it.....all those brain cells I killed during my hard out party days!
Other things starting happening, little things that by themselves didn't really mean much, but there was a pattern forming and I guess even though it was right in front of my face, I couldn't see it.
Jimmy started to work out a lot and he wouldn't do it in the privacy of his room, he took his weights into the lounge and he would do his exercises without a shirt on, in fact he very rarely wore anything on his top half while at home.
He would always want to show me how his arms were getting muscles and of course I would squeeze them and give him lots of praise. I figured he must be trying to impress some cute girl at school, but I didn't pry. I was so stupid, I did not know that all of this was for me. He wanted me to look at him, to notice he wasn't a little boy anymore.
When I was out he would sneak in my room and look through my underwear and lingerie and sometimes he would take a pair of my panties to masturbate with. When I think back now with all the hints he was trying to give me, I must have been blind not to pick up on any of them.
Jimmy was constantly fantasizing about me, he would masturbate night after night and sometimes even leaving his door open just a little, in the hope I might walk by his room and often leaving the shower room door ajar too, hoping I might perve at him. But I never did, I was always careful to give him his privacy and I never left my door open when I was masturbating. Although, sometimes he would listen at my closed door and hear me quietly moaning as I came. I was unknowingly giving my son even more of an excuse to go back to his room and masturbate over his mother.
Then one day I came home from work and Jimmy wasn't home. I wasn't too concerned at first, thinking he must have gone to a mates after school. But as time went by I was starting to get worried. I rang him on his mobile but no reply. Then I checked his room and it looked messy as usual but his drawers were open and I was starting to think he had run away from home. I went to my room and saw some of my drawers were open too. Puzzled, I checked to see what, if anything was missing.
Oh my God! My journal was gone! I panicked, checked everywhere, under my bed, in every draw, even under my pillow. Nothing! I knew where I had left it last night, under my nighties in my bottom draw next to my bed, with my vibe, like I always did. My vibe was still there, but he must have seen it when he took the journal. That brought another scary thought to my mind and I looked under my bed again and pulled out my small suitcase that I had stored all my sex toys and Dom/sub things in all these years. The lock had been broken, nothing seemed to be missing but it was obvious that someone had opened it and looked to see what I had been hiding.
I started to cry. My son Jimmy will hate me, he will think I'm some kind of sick freak and I will never see him again. I sat on my bed with tears running down my face, feeling lost and hopeless. Not only were all the graphic details of my sex life with James in that journal book, but also how James had wanted to me get rid of our baby and how he had kicked me out. All those years I had protected Jimmy from the truth and now he had to find it all out at once and I couldn't even be with him to comfort him when he found out the shocking truth about his father.
The only good thing in my writings was, he will read how much I loved his father and even though he hurt me by throwing me out when I needed him the most, none of my journal entries did I ever write anything hateful about James.
I just sat and cried for about an hour, then as it was now dark outside I got really worried about Jimmy. I rang all his friends to see if anyone had seen him and I was thinking if I should call the police even though he hadn't been missing for 24 hours yet. I went back into his room to look around to see if maybe he had left me a note or anything. I found no such note, but I did find some of my panties under his pillow and as I picked them up thinking how strange it was they were in his room because I distinctly remember wearing those pair yesterday and I know that I had put them in the laundry hamper. So I knew they must be dirty. I smelt them to check and not only did I get a whiff of my own scent, but the strong odor of his cum too from this morning's masturbation session.
The realization of my find was just starting to sink in, when my phone rang. I ran to it hoping it was Jimmy but it stopped just as I picked it up. Maybe it was a wrong number or maybe it was Jimmy checking to see if I was there.
I went back to my room and sat on my bed and tried to ring Jimmy again. It was ringing and ringing with no reply. I was just about to try all his friends again and was looking up their phone numbers in my directory when Jimmy walked into my room.
"I think you will find this a more interesting read," he said sarcastically as he threw my journal book on my bed beside me.
I jumped up excited to see that my boy was ok.
"Jimmy! Oh thank God you are ok," I exclaimed, so happy to see him. I went to go hug him. He pushed me back down to the bed.
"Sit down bitch! I will tell you when you can get up!" he scowled at me.
I was stunned; he had never spoken to me in such a tone before. I sat there looking up at him.
"I'm sorry Jimmy, you were never meant to read any of that stuff. I was going to tell you one day about your father," I sobbed as I tried to explain.
"Never mind all of that. Like I could give a shit about some man I never met!" His voice sounded angry and yet focused. "You are the one I'm interested in mum and now I know why nothing I ever do gets your attention. I've been going about it the wrong way," he stated. His tone sounded so unlike him. I was puzzled.
"What do you mean Jimmy?" I asked, confused.
"It's pretty simple mum," he said matter-of-factly, "from now on I'm the Master around here and you are going to belong to me."
I just stared at him shocked at what I was hearing from the lips of my sweet boy.
"Don't pretend not to know what I'm talking about mum. I've read every word in your book and I know what you like and how you like to be treated," he said in a wicked tone I'd never heard him use before.
"But Jimmy," I protested "you are my son, not my lover, you can't be my Master!" I was starting to freak out as I stood up to confront him. Suddenly he pushed me up against the wall, all those days and nights of weights in the living room showing their effect with the strength in his arms as he pinned me up against the wall.
"Says who bitch!" he yelled at me.
"Jimmy, let me go!" I yelled back, trying to sound tough but it wasn't working.
"No! From now on you will do as I say bitch and I'm sick of waiting for you to come to me. So take off your clothes. Now!" he demanded.
I started to cry, "No Jimmy no......I'm your mother......its not right.....let me go son.....please."
But he ignored my plea and pulled off my top and bra roughly; causing my big tits to spring out and he grabbed them with both hands and squeezed them hard. It felt really good, but at the same time I was terrified.
"Ohhhh fuck yesss! Better than I thought they would feel like mmmm. I've been dreaming about these babies for so long and now finally they are all mine," he said, groping me.
I tried to push him away again but he just pushed me back harder against the wall and just as I was about to beg him to let me go again he started to suck on my right nipple.
"Jimmy, please don't do this," I pleaded "please.......let me......ohhhhhhh fuck!" I moaned as he started to pull on my left nipple while he sucked hard on my right.
My body had turned against me. I hadn't meant to moan then, but it felt so damn good to have someone sucking on my nipple again, it had been a long time since my last date. But Jimmy had picked up on my moment of weakness.
"Oh, does my pet like that, does she?" he said wickedly.
No one had called me that since James, I guess he read that in my journal and was using it as he knew it would push my buttons. Then he moved his hungry mouth to my other breast and sucked even harder on that, this time his free hand going between my legs and roughly rubbing me thru my jeans. I wanted to fight him off but my whole body was on fire as he treated me like he owned me.
He stopped and stood back at little looking at me up and down like he was checking me over. Looking at me thru different eyes than he had for the last 18 years. I stood there topless and shaking, partly from fear and partly from excitement.
"Take off the rest of your clothes mother," he ordered me calmly, like he was asking for something completely normal and every day.
I just stood there not knowing if I should try and make a run for it or just do as I was told.
"This is the first and last time I am going to ask you twice to do something. Now take off your clothes bitch or I will take them off for you!" he demanded, "Do it now slut!"
He sounded just like his father when he said that and for a moment I was back there again.
"Yes sir," I mumbled quietly and started to undo my jeans.
"What was that bitch? Speak up!" he said sarcastically.
"Yes Sir!" I said clearly and hurriedly took off my jeans and g-string, standing totally naked in front of my son.
I felt like a piece of meat on display as he got me to turn around slowly, inspecting my body.
"Mmmm do you know how long I've wanted to see you naked mother?" his voice sounding full of desire and primal lust.
"No son," I replied cautiously.
"Too damn long!" he continued "and now I'm going to do everything to you that I've ever masturbated over and everything that's in that book and anything else I can possibly think of."
I could see the bulge in his jeans twitch as he spoke to me like this. My mind was racing. I knew all the things that were in my journal off by heart as it had been my source of my masturbation for many years.
"Jimmy, you can't do all those things to me....I....I'm your mother," I pleaded with him once again.
He looked at me as if he was thinking things over and for a moment I thought maybe he was going to change his mind as his expression changed from being aggressive to being more relaxed. But I should have realized I was not getting away that easy.
"Answer me this mother," he said calmly "do you love me?"
"Yes, of course I do son," I replied quickly.
"Ok, and do I remind you of my father?"
"Yes son, you are like him in so many ways," I answered, wondering where he was going with all these questions as I stood naked in front of him.
"More ways than you know pet," he stated.
?I blushed when he called me that, the name my Master called me. I knew would have read that in my journal.
"I have read all of your secret thoughts mother. You can not deny that you enjoy being owned and being dominated, it excites you. So now I have decided that I am taking over where my father left off," he said confidently, looking at me.
I had never seen this side of him before, it was exciting and scary all at once.
"Now, I am going to have you mother and I would prefer it if you submit to me and accept me as your new Master. I would rather not have to rape you every time I want to have sex," he commanded. His eyes were focused on mine as he spoke.
I could not believe what I was hearing. My own son was thinking about raping me!
I was so shocked, I couldn't even think of a reply. I just stared at him, tears running down my face as I tried to comprehend the situation.
"I can see you are thinking about it mum and I know u are a bit shocked, but think about it this way. I know what you want and I want you to know that man you have been looking for has been right under your nose this whole time that you have been dating those other losers. I love you and I want you to be mine, to belong to me and I will be an even better Master than my father was. I will not tell you to leave if you get pregnant. I don't want you to ever leave me pet," he said calmly.
His voice had lost the aggressive tone; he was looking at me with love as well as desire in his eyes. I was stunned at what he was saying, mostly because it was all true and actually made sense. All this time, all those other men, I was actually looking for someone just like James and who could be more like him than his son.
"You want me to have your baby Jimmy?" I wasn't sure I heard right.
"Well not really pet, but if it happens, it happens. Right now I just want you. Are you ready to kneel in front of me and submit to your new Master?" he said with just a little touch of impatience in his voice.
My mind was racing, faced with the choice of my son raping me or submitting to him and accepting my son as my Master. Either way my life was about to change forever. The thing is I really did miss being a sub and having a Master to love and obey. I wanted to belong to someone. I never felt as happy as I did when I was James' pet. I wanted to have that feeling back and I loved Jimmy more than any man Id ever known.
So I made my decision, if my son wanted me, then I would be his. I never even answered his question with words. I just wiped my tears away with my hand and knelt in front of him, looking down at the floor as a show of respect as I had been taught all those years ago.
I didn't see his face, but my action caused a huge smile, a smile of conquest, love and desire all at once.
"Yes. That's my good girl," he said, smiling down at me. My submission giving him even more self-assurance. "Look at me pet," he said, confidently as he lifted up my face with his strong hands.
His voice and actions weren't giving away the fact that he was as scared and nervous like I was. He knew by my writings that I would respond to a strong confident man and he wanted to be that man for me, he kept telling himself to be cool and don't fuck this up.
He had spent the entire day reading my journal and knew what to do and he had wanted me sexually for years and didn't want to blow this opportunity by showing weakness but at the same time he loved me and wanted to show it.
I looked up into his eyes as he held my face. I was trembling.
"No need to be scared of me pet. I will look after you and give you what you need from now on," he said, reassuringly. His hand caressing my face and gently pushing my hair back off my face as he spoke to me.
I smiled weakly at him, my will was broken. I had resigned myself that this is how it was going to be and that very soon my son would be fucking me and I would not only let him but I would enjoy it.
"Do you love me pet?" he asked me as he looked down at me into my eyes.
"Yes Master. I love you," I replied honestly.
"Will you do all I ask of you now that you belong to me pet?"
The words were coming out of Jimmy's mouth, but these were the exact same words James had once said to me. The words from my journal, from my past.... from his father.
"Yes Master. I will obey you," I said, still nervous, but calmer now.
I looked up at my son, now seeing him in a different light. I still loved him as I always had but now he was my Master and I would do all I could to please him. I smiled at him now, I was still a little nervous but I was happy to be once again owned by a man I truly loved.
Jimmy leant down and kissed my mouth, holding my face in his hands still as his lips pressed against mine and we kissed as lovers.
I felt his tongue inside my mouth, exploring mine. I could feel his desire in his kiss and I kissed him back. I could feel my temperature rising, a fire of passion cascading through me. My brain told me this was wrong, but my body disagreed.
He released me and smiled at me, with each conquest his confidence grew. He reached down and unzipped his fly, letting his jeans fall to his ankles. I watched silently as he then asked for my hands and placed them on either side of his boxers.
"Undress me mother. Like you used to do," he commanded in a gentle tone.
I could already see he was very aroused. I did as I was told and I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of his clothes, pulling his t-shirt off as well.
My eyes widened as I stared upon the hard cock of my naked son, he was big, as big as his father. It was throbbing and oozing pre-cum, the smell of his sex excited me. I gasped at the sight of his beautiful cock. I had adored his fathers and he would know that from my journal.
"Oh, does my pet like what she sees?" he asked cheekily.
I smiled up at him, "Oh yes, Master." I licked my lips hungrily.
It had been awhile since I had sex with anyone but myself and years since I had Dom/sub sex and I was aching for it.
Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
"Open wide my sexy lil slut....I have a present for you pet," he groaned as he pushed his huge cock into my mouth.
It was big and delicious as I tasted his pre-cum on my tongue. I was experienced in oral sex and although he was big, I could handle it, but I acted like I was struggling on it. I did that because I wanted to feed his ego and because I liked feeling like I was being forced.
All his many masturbation sessions he had fantasized about his mother giving him a blow job and now that it was really happening, it was so intense he was struggling to hold back from cumming instantly.
He was also struggling to keep control of his domination of me, almost forgetting he was now my Master. Looking down, watching his cock going in and out of his mothers' mouth as he held my hair tightly. That and with my experienced cock sucking, was just too much.
"Ohhhhh yesss mummy. Suck me mummy ohhhhh," he moaned. A momentary lapse in his new persona as he released a big load of his warm sticky cum into my mouth.
So much cum. I gagged on it, trying to swallow as much as I could. But he just kept going, spurt after spurt. It was running down my chin as I struggled to swallow it all quick enough. He still held my head by my hair and as his orgasm subsided he regained control of his position as my Master. He released his grip on my hair and stroked it lovingly.
"Good girl," he said, smiling down at me.
He was enjoying seeing his cum on me as I licked my lips trying to lick it all up. Using his fingers he wiped up some from my neck that had dribbled down.
"You missed some pet," he grinned at me.
Then he held out his two fingers with a big blob of his cum on them. I obediently responded to his unspoken command and sucked on his fingers, sucking and licking them clean. Then I went to the other fingers that didn't actually have any cum on them but I lovingly sucked on each one whilst looking up at my new Master adoringly.
"Thank you Master. You taste delicious son.....oh I mean.....oh I'm sorry Sir," I stammered, hoping he wouldn't get mad at me.
"It's ok pet. You can still call me son or Jimmy sometimes if you want. But just as long as you remember that you belong to me now," he smiled down at me, then leaned down and kissed me again, tasting his own cum on my tongue.
As he pulled away from our kiss, he reached out his hand to mine.
"Stand up now pet, I want to hold you," he asked lovingly.
I stood up and he put his arms around me, hugging me close to him, kissing my neck and nibbling on it. It felt so good to be in his strong arms, I felt like I belong there, belonged to him.
"I hope that you enjoyed that as much as I did pet," he spoke softly into my ear.
"Oh yes Sir. I loved it Master.....especially when you called me mummy... he he," I giggled, blushing a little.
"Oh, you liked that did you? My naughty slutty little mummy hmmm," he said wickedly. "Let me see just how much you liked it pet." His hand reaching down between my legs, feeling my wetness and making me moan.
"Mmm oh yes, my whore mother must have liked it because you are so wet." his wicked tone and name calling was driving me crazy.
Suddenly he grabbed me by arms and roughly pushed me backwards onto my bed, his cock already starting to harden again as he spread open my legs to expose my shaven pussy for his inspection. I was no longer fighting. I loved it, his eyes and hands on me, helping himself to what was now his property.....my body.
"Mmm lookie what we have here," he said cheekily, "Some nice mummy pussy for me to play with." He rubbed my clit and roughly groped me.
Then he pushed two fingers up inside me making me bite my lower lip and moan. Hard and fast he fingered me, my juices coating his fingers. Then three up me, thrusting in and out hard. I knew I would cum soon. Then he started talking dirty to me as he finger-fucked me and it pushed me over the edge.
"Take that, you dirty whore. This cunt now belongs to me and I'm going to fuck it and hurt it and use it, however and whenever I want," he said with lust.
"Cum now bitch!" his voice getting back that aggression it had before. It was all too much for me.
"Ohhhh fuck! Yesss.... Ohhhh," I moaned. My whole body shook as I came all over my son's hand.
He had a smirk of a smile, a look of conquest knowing he had made his mother cum on demand. Then as my orgasm was subsiding and I was panting, trying to catch my breath, he got between my legs and starting licking and sucking at my pussy, slurping up all my juices. Oh and it felt so good. I felt his tongue pushing deep inside my hole like he was searching out for more cum; hungrily he licked and sucked making sounds of pleasure as he feasted on me.
I was moaning again in pleasure, but then he stopped.
"I want more cum mummy. Cum again for me," he ordered as he lightly slapped my wet pussy as if he was waiting for cum to just ooze out.
'Smack!' a little harder this time, stinging just a little on the wet skin of my pussy and making me gasp.
"Cum now bitch!" he demanded. Then he slapped it hard and yelled at me, "Cum when I fucking tell you to whore!"
It hurt and my pussy must have looked a little red but it was working, I was moaning in pleasure and writhing on the bed, my whole body felt like it was on fire. Then a succession of hard, fast slaps on my stinging pussy.
"Cum slut! Cum, you fucking whore!" he screamed at me, and I gushed a fountain of cum out for my Master.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" I moaned loudly as I came hard, my pussy still stinging from his hand as he dived in for seconds, sucking and slurping up all my juices.
"Mmm that's my good girl," he smiled at me as he looked up from feasting on me.
He moved up my body, lying on top of me. Pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard. I loved tasting my cum on his tongue and I sucked on it eagerly. He pulled back and looked down at me, supporting most of his weight with his strong arms.
"I think you are ready for me now mother," he grinned at me, knowing he had won.
I was his willing sub and I wanted him so bad, he could see it in my eyes.
"Yes. Oh yes Master........please take me. I'm all yours son. I want you inside me so much," I begged, "I love you Jimmy."
I thought he was going to just shove his hard cock right up me and fuck me hard like I wanted so bad, I was aching for it. But I wasn't going to get it, not quite yet.
He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit, teasing me, enjoying seeing me push up my hips to try and get his cock inside me. But he just teased me more and grinned at me. Then he kissed me again and bit my neck, hard.....my son was giving me a love bite...marking me as his.
Then instead of entering me, he got off me, playfully slapping my pussy as he got off the bed.
"You have wait a bit longer pet. I need to get some things," he said with a wicked grin.
He reached under my bed and pulled out my suitcase. My case that had all my Dom/sub things in it, the one that he had earlier broken into and so he knew actually what was in there.
"Put your arms up above you head mother," he said grinning at me.
I obeyed. No point in trying to fight now, especially now that I was so turned on by being dominated. He cuffed me to my headboard. Then he got my nipple clamps which I hadn't used it ages and clamped them onto my nipples causing me to gasp in pain. I wasn't used to them like I had been before, years ago. But like a good sub I didn't complain, I was adjusting to it and seeing my sons expressions of wickedness and lust was really exciting me. He looked down at me, his mother naked and handcuffed to the bed.
"Hmm what else?" he said to himself but out loud, searching through my box of goodies.
Then with a wicked grin he pulled out a leather collar and attached to it was a chain. James had given this to me when I first became his sub and I had kept it all this time to remember the games we used to play. It was inscribed with 'property of Master J'. My son smiled when he read it.
"Oh, it's a good thing you named me after my father isn't it mum," he said as he put the collar on me like he was claiming his prize.
He grinned looking at me as he put the final touches on his new possession, then he ran his hands all over me.
"Mmm all mine now," he said, then climbed back on top of me.
Without anymore teasing he shoved his young hard cock into me in one hard thrust.
I gasped in delight and he moaned in pleasure, feeling himself inside of his mother for the first time since I gave birth to him.
He pounded into me hard and I loved every thrust. Again and again he fucked me relentlessly making me moan loudly, the pain from the clamps ignored just as the pain in my wrists as the cuffs dug into me with each powerful thrust from my athletic young son.
The pleasure of finally getting to fuck his own mother made him moan too, his words pushing me again into orgasm.
"Ohhhh! I love fucking you mummy! Ohhh mummy, yesss mummy. Fuck me!" he moaned and then with grunt and a shudder, he emptied the contents of his ball sack deep into my womb.
The sensation of feeling my sons' cum filling up my cunt was enough to make me cum again, my juices gushing out and coating his cock inside me.
We were both panting and recovering from the wave of pleasure cascading through our bodies. As I looked into his eyes above me. I saw them soften from the aggressiveness that was in there before.
"I love you mummy," he said and leant down and kissed me softly, gently.
I could feel his love in his kiss. I kissed him back trying to show I loved him too and I was his.
"I love you too son," I said, and when he pulled back, "I love you and I'm honored to belong to you now Master."
He smiled at my words and got off me. Took off the nipple clamps and lay beside me, then cuddled up next to me and started to suckle at my sore nipple. I was expecting him to un-cuff me so I could cuddle him back, but he just nursed on me and left me with my arms up above my head cuffed to the headboard. He seemed to be quite content like that, but after a few minutes, I was noticing my arms were starting to ache being up like that and I really needed to pee so I asked him to release me.
"Jimmy, would you be able to un-cuff me now please. I need to go pee," I asked, trying to sound as undemanding as possible.
"Oh, sorry mummy. I almost forgot. Let me un-cuff you," he replied, and he did.
I rubbed my sore wrists as he picked up my leash attached to the collar I was wearing.
"I want you to crawl to the toilet on all fours like my pet mum," Jimmy ordered.
I was a bit shocked, I thought now he had had his fun he would let me take off the collar, but he was totally serious. He held the end of the leash and gave it a little tug.
"Come on mummy. Be a good pet.....get on the floor," his wicked grin was back.
I did as I was told, still a little unsure of why he wanted this, but I went along with his game. When I was on the floor on my hands and knees he held the leash and walked towards my bathroom, leading me like a dog.
"Come on mummy. Be a good girl, come along now," he was talking to me like a dog too.
He looked at me like I was his pet and I had no choice but to follow my Master.
Once in the bathroom, I thought he would leave me to do my business, but no, he had other plans. I paused, waiting for him to leave the room but he kept hold of the leash. So I thought, oh well, I guess he wants to watch me pee. My bladder was telling me I had to go now, so I went to sit down on the toilet. He pulled on my leash.
"No mummy not there, lie down on the floor on your back. I want to see," he said wickedly.
I was totally shocked. There was no mention of water-sports in my journals. James had never asked me to do anything like this before, this was something new, it seems my son is kinkier than I could have imagined.
"But Jimmy......I don't think......," I started to protest.
"Do as you are told pet or I will have to get out that whip you have in your case."
I could see in his eyes he was totally serious and I was a little scared. So I obeyed, I lay on the bathroom floor on my back with my legs wide open as he still held my leash. He bent down to get a closer look.
"Pee now mummy, show me," his eyes wide, staring intently at my pussy.
I was nervous and I couldn't pee right away even though my bladder was full. I felt dirty lying on the floor about to pee on myself. He was getting impatient.
"Put your hands down there and spread open your cunt mother. I want to see your piss coming out of your hole," his tone was aggressive again.
I obeyed and this new form of domination was starting to excite me. I held open my pussy lips and relaxed and then my pee flowed. I peed and I felt it go all over my ass as it dribbled down and then on the floor I could feel it going up my back. Jimmy loved it.
"Oh mummy! You are such a dirty slutty mummy," he told me as he watched me piss.
Then as I looked up to see if I was allowed to get up now, I saw my son holding his cock and aiming it at me. Oh my god, if it wasn't dirty enough to piss on myself, he was going to piss on me too.
He saw the look of horror on my face and just gave the leash a little tug.
"Don't you dare fucking move yet mother!" he said nastily and I knew he meant it so I just froze.
Then I felt his warm piss on me. He stood over me and aimed, peeing first on my already pissy pussy, and then moved his cock so that the trail of piss went up my stomach then onto my tits. His flow slowed to a trickle and the last little bit he made sure landed on my face. He was looking down at my face as he watched his urine drip onto it and he was grinning. Then just as I thought this ordeal was over, he dropped to his knees beside me and grabbed my hair.
"Open your mouth slut!" and he shoved his cock in my mouth and forced out a few more drops of piss right onto my tongue.
It tasted bitter but not as bad as I was expecting. He still held my hair tightly.
"Suck me again slut! Make me hard again," he demanded.
I lay in the pool of piss and sucked on my son's soft cock until it was hard again, cleaning off his pee with my mouth and tongue.
Once he was hard, he let go my hair and stood back up, letting go the leash.
"May I get up now Master?" I asked trying to sound respectful.
"In a minute pet, first I want you to roll over. I want to see you covered in pee."
I could hardly believe how kinky he was. I figured it's too late to object now and if this is what turns my Master on then I may as well get used to it and start to enjoy it. So I rolled around and around it in like a dog obeying it's Master's command. I reeked of it now; it was even in my hair. He was grinning as he watched me.
"Ok, you can get up now mother. I'm going to have a shower now. You clean up this mess pet, then you can join me," his voice no longer aggressive.
He turned on the shower and watched me mop up the floor with a towel as he waited for the water to heat up. I could feel his eyes on me as I was on all fours again, wiping up our pee from the floor.
"You can take off your collar while you shower with me mummy," his voice back to the tone of my loving son again.
I got into the shower with him and we washed each others bodies, he was still semi-hard and when I washed his cock he got harder. This time he was playful and loving, he was tickling me and caressing me. He held me close while the warm water flowed over us and he kissed me lovingly.
"I love you mummy," he said in between kisses.
"I love you too son," I replied and I did. I knew now that I loved my new Master even more than my first one.
"I'm going to be sleeping with you from now on mum. Your bed is now our bed and there will be other changes but we can talk about that tomorrow. Ok pet?" his voice had lost all his early aggression.
I smiled and nodded in agreement. My life changed forever now and I was ready to accept any more changes Jimmy had in mind. I had a new owner and I was going to be a good sub to him, obey him and keep my Master happy.
His cock was still hard. I could feel it up against me. This time instead of being taken, I thought I would ask so that Jimmy knew that I loved him and wanted him.
"Master? Would you make love to me one more time before we go to sleep?" I asked, almost pleadingly.
My request made him beam a big smile at me. He was happy in the knowledge his plan of dominating me into submission had been successful and he knew that from now on he could have me anytime and any way that he felt like.
"Yes pet, bend over. I want to fuck you in the shower doggie style," he said with a cheeky grin and playfully smacked my wet butt, making me jump a little.
I eagerly obeyed and this time he fucked me slow and lovingly without aggression and even though my pussy was sore from all the sex, I loved ever minute of it. It wasn't until he got close to cumming that he sped up and thrust harder, moaning as he screwed me.
"Ohhh! I love fucking you mummy mmmm," he moaned passionately.
His words excited me and I encouraged him more.
"Ohhh yesss! Fuck me son, fuck your mummy mmmm," I moaned as we both came again. I felt his cum spurt inside me and I happily accepted it all. I accepted his cum and I accepted my new position as his sex slave. His cum pushed his now soft cock out of me. I stood up and turned around to kiss him.
"Thank you Master. I love you so much son," I said with total submission.
I looked into his eyes and he could see not only did I love him but I was happy to be his.
"I love you too mum and I'm never going to let you go," he replied, kissing me again.
We finished showering, dried ourselves and each other, playfully flicking each other with the towels. Then he chased me back to our bed and I was giggling like a school girl. I never felt so loved, wanted and needed.
I finally felt content as we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep in each others arms. I had found my Mr. Right.
By: nz_marie
Then there was the one who stole all my money for gambling and not forgetting the guy that was always getting in fights and often spending a night in custody.
Oh and there had been that guy who I don't think in the whole month that we dated that I had ever seen when he wasn't stoned. I just couldn't pick the right guy. I wanted someone who was exciting but not crazy, dominant but not cruel, experimental but not a perverted, loving but not soppy. I guess I just didn't want the goody goody type but all the guys I thought might be my Mr. Right ended up being totally wrong. I was starting to think the man I was looking for didn't exist.
The only good thing that came out of all these failed relationships was my son.
It wasn't a good thing at the time, totally unplanned and unwanted. I was 25 and having the time of my life, dating lots of men and even some women, experimenting with threesomes and group sex, even some mild BDSM and of course always going after the type of men that you wouldn't bring home to meet your mother.
His name was James and I thought he was a God. Actually I when I think back now, so did he.
We lived together for 6 months and I did love him. He taught me a lot about the world of domination and submission. He was my Master and I was his willing sub, I adored him and was willing to obey anything and everything he ordered me to do. The sex was great, I was so happy, everything was going good. I was living the life I wanted........I had a hot boyfriend, parties all the time, sex day and night, and he was a good Master.......strong and dominant, nasty but not cruel, he knew just how far to push me and rewarded me when I pleased him.
But then something happened that did not please my Master at all. I got pregnant. I was of course on the pill, but with all these parties, sometimes I drank too much and threw up and it didn't matter to James if I was hung over. When he wanted sex, which was every day, he got it. I would never dare say no and I'm sure if I did, he would just take me anyway. I guess that's how it happened and James had told me his feelings on children, he didn't want any. I think it was more he wasn't prepared to have his sub give anyone else any attention. There was no way he wanted a share of my attention, for him it was 100% 24/7.
I was terrified to tell him, I thought he might beat the shit out of me. Although he had never hurt me in anger or beaten me before, our sex was always rough and aggressive and I didn't know what he was capable of if I was to ever make him mad. So I didn't tell him, I needed some time to try and figure out what to do. So I just pretended to be drinking when we were at parties, I would say it was vodka and orange when in fact it was straight juice. I got away with my pretence for 3 months, but I was starting to show and he was giving me a hard time for putting on weight and was starting to get suspicious about my behavior. Then one night he confronted me. I guess he worked it out that I hadn't had a period in awhile. I broke down in tears and confessed, telling him how much I loved him and that I wanted his baby. But tears never worked with him during Dom/sub sessions so why I thought they would now....I don't know.
He didn't hit me but he was angry at me and demanded I get rid of it or move out. I was too far gone to even consider an abortion and even if I wasn't, I really wanted my baby. So with a broken heart and very little else, I left him.
I went up north to this small town close to a beach and spent the next five years surviving on a benefit and devoting all my time and energy to my son. I named him Jimmy because even after all that happened I still had feelings for his father. I never dated in those first five years and would spend my time at night while my son slept writing in a journal, putting down in words all my memories of the times I had with James, all the parties, the sex, every nasty detail of the things he would do to me and how it made me feel. I missed him but each time I looked at my beautiful son, I knew I had made the right decision.
I missed the sex too, but I had brought my vibrator and some of my sex toys with me when I had left him, so for now I had my memories of all my sexual adventures and that helped a lot when I would masturbate at night while my son slept.
Once my boy was almost 5, I decided to move to a bigger town so that he could go to a better school and meet more people and I could get a part time job. So we started a new life and I started dating again. That was when I began to meet loser after loser. I don't know what it was; it was like I was a magnet for every no-hoper man in a 100 mile radius!
Some of them lasted a few months before things went sour and some it was a matter of weeks before they showed their true colors and I woke up to realize he wasn't what I needed in my life. I guess what I really wanted was a man just like James only one that was prepared to take on a woman that already had a son. Pretty much an impossible task.
It didn't help that I still found the 'bad boy' kind of guy attractive, I did try dating some 'nice' guys a few times but whenever I suggested the kind of bedroom games I liked, they all seemed to be freaked out by it and that was the end of that.
Sometimes there would be a year or more in-between relationships, I would give up on men and just concentrate on my son and my job, but then I would meet someone else and there would be that hope that this one would be Mr. Right and I would try again. Apart from the fact I was missing a sexual partner in my life, I was also hoping to one day meet someone that could be a father for Jimmy. He was a great kid and seemed really happy and was never a problem but I just felt that maybe he needed a father figure. He had asked about his dad over the years and I had just told him that I loved his dad but it had just not worked out, I didn't have the heart to tell him that his father didn't want him, at least not yet, maybe when he was older.
The years went by and I wasn't getting any younger, I was starting to feel me and my
vibe should get married because not much chance of me ever getting lucky.
But I wasn't really unhappy, my relationship with my son was great, we were like best friends and even though he was now a teenager, he was never one of those boys that got embarrassed to be seen out in public with his mother. We would go to the movies and do stuff together. Sometimes we would even bump into his school friends when we were out and even then, he didn't seem to mind being caught out on a 'date' with his mother and he always introduced me to his mates. I often felt like he wanted to feel like he was the man of the house and it was his job to look after me even though I had never suggested it or put any kind of pressure on him to take on such a responsibility.
So now that Jimmy was 18, I was starting to wonder when he was going to start bringing girls home. He was a good looking boy, much like his father in a lot of ways....tall, dark and handsome and sometimes as I lay in my bed with my vibe in my hand, I would wonder if he was well hung like his father too. But I was growl at myself for having such thoughts, and then read a few pages of my journal to bring back those memories of the bedroom games I used to play and masturbate before sleep.
I knew that Jimmy masturbated a lot too, because of course I did all his washing, but that's kind of normal for a boy of his age. The only thing I wondered about was who he was thinking about when he played with himself and whether he might ever bring this girl home to meet his mother.
I had no idea that in fact, I was the subject of his masturbation fantasies.
It was puzzling me a little how, when I did my laundry that I would often find some of my panties in there that I couldn't remember wearing that week, but it was a trivial thing and I passed it off as I must be losing it.....all those brain cells I killed during my hard out party days!
Other things starting happening, little things that by themselves didn't really mean much, but there was a pattern forming and I guess even though it was right in front of my face, I couldn't see it.
Jimmy started to work out a lot and he wouldn't do it in the privacy of his room, he took his weights into the lounge and he would do his exercises without a shirt on, in fact he very rarely wore anything on his top half while at home.
He would always want to show me how his arms were getting muscles and of course I would squeeze them and give him lots of praise. I figured he must be trying to impress some cute girl at school, but I didn't pry. I was so stupid, I did not know that all of this was for me. He wanted me to look at him, to notice he wasn't a little boy anymore.
When I was out he would sneak in my room and look through my underwear and lingerie and sometimes he would take a pair of my panties to masturbate with. When I think back now with all the hints he was trying to give me, I must have been blind not to pick up on any of them.
Jimmy was constantly fantasizing about me, he would masturbate night after night and sometimes even leaving his door open just a little, in the hope I might walk by his room and often leaving the shower room door ajar too, hoping I might perve at him. But I never did, I was always careful to give him his privacy and I never left my door open when I was masturbating. Although, sometimes he would listen at my closed door and hear me quietly moaning as I came. I was unknowingly giving my son even more of an excuse to go back to his room and masturbate over his mother.
Then one day I came home from work and Jimmy wasn't home. I wasn't too concerned at first, thinking he must have gone to a mates after school. But as time went by I was starting to get worried. I rang him on his mobile but no reply. Then I checked his room and it looked messy as usual but his drawers were open and I was starting to think he had run away from home. I went to my room and saw some of my drawers were open too. Puzzled, I checked to see what, if anything was missing.
Oh my God! My journal was gone! I panicked, checked everywhere, under my bed, in every draw, even under my pillow. Nothing! I knew where I had left it last night, under my nighties in my bottom draw next to my bed, with my vibe, like I always did. My vibe was still there, but he must have seen it when he took the journal. That brought another scary thought to my mind and I looked under my bed again and pulled out my small suitcase that I had stored all my sex toys and Dom/sub things in all these years. The lock had been broken, nothing seemed to be missing but it was obvious that someone had opened it and looked to see what I had been hiding.
I started to cry. My son Jimmy will hate me, he will think I'm some kind of sick freak and I will never see him again. I sat on my bed with tears running down my face, feeling lost and hopeless. Not only were all the graphic details of my sex life with James in that journal book, but also how James had wanted to me get rid of our baby and how he had kicked me out. All those years I had protected Jimmy from the truth and now he had to find it all out at once and I couldn't even be with him to comfort him when he found out the shocking truth about his father.
The only good thing in my writings was, he will read how much I loved his father and even though he hurt me by throwing me out when I needed him the most, none of my journal entries did I ever write anything hateful about James.
I just sat and cried for about an hour, then as it was now dark outside I got really worried about Jimmy. I rang all his friends to see if anyone had seen him and I was thinking if I should call the police even though he hadn't been missing for 24 hours yet. I went back into his room to look around to see if maybe he had left me a note or anything. I found no such note, but I did find some of my panties under his pillow and as I picked them up thinking how strange it was they were in his room because I distinctly remember wearing those pair yesterday and I know that I had put them in the laundry hamper. So I knew they must be dirty. I smelt them to check and not only did I get a whiff of my own scent, but the strong odor of his cum too from this morning's masturbation session.
The realization of my find was just starting to sink in, when my phone rang. I ran to it hoping it was Jimmy but it stopped just as I picked it up. Maybe it was a wrong number or maybe it was Jimmy checking to see if I was there.
I went back to my room and sat on my bed and tried to ring Jimmy again. It was ringing and ringing with no reply. I was just about to try all his friends again and was looking up their phone numbers in my directory when Jimmy walked into my room.
"I think you will find this a more interesting read," he said sarcastically as he threw my journal book on my bed beside me.
I jumped up excited to see that my boy was ok.
"Jimmy! Oh thank God you are ok," I exclaimed, so happy to see him. I went to go hug him. He pushed me back down to the bed.
"Sit down bitch! I will tell you when you can get up!" he scowled at me.
I was stunned; he had never spoken to me in such a tone before. I sat there looking up at him.
"I'm sorry Jimmy, you were never meant to read any of that stuff. I was going to tell you one day about your father," I sobbed as I tried to explain.
"Never mind all of that. Like I could give a shit about some man I never met!" His voice sounded angry and yet focused. "You are the one I'm interested in mum and now I know why nothing I ever do gets your attention. I've been going about it the wrong way," he stated. His tone sounded so unlike him. I was puzzled.
"What do you mean Jimmy?" I asked, confused.
"It's pretty simple mum," he said matter-of-factly, "from now on I'm the Master around here and you are going to belong to me."
I just stared at him shocked at what I was hearing from the lips of my sweet boy.
"Don't pretend not to know what I'm talking about mum. I've read every word in your book and I know what you like and how you like to be treated," he said in a wicked tone I'd never heard him use before.
"But Jimmy," I protested "you are my son, not my lover, you can't be my Master!" I was starting to freak out as I stood up to confront him. Suddenly he pushed me up against the wall, all those days and nights of weights in the living room showing their effect with the strength in his arms as he pinned me up against the wall.
"Says who bitch!" he yelled at me.
"Jimmy, let me go!" I yelled back, trying to sound tough but it wasn't working.
"No! From now on you will do as I say bitch and I'm sick of waiting for you to come to me. So take off your clothes. Now!" he demanded.
I started to cry, "No Jimmy no......I'm your mother......its not right.....let me go son.....please."
But he ignored my plea and pulled off my top and bra roughly; causing my big tits to spring out and he grabbed them with both hands and squeezed them hard. It felt really good, but at the same time I was terrified.
"Ohhhh fuck yesss! Better than I thought they would feel like mmmm. I've been dreaming about these babies for so long and now finally they are all mine," he said, groping me.
I tried to push him away again but he just pushed me back harder against the wall and just as I was about to beg him to let me go again he started to suck on my right nipple.
"Jimmy, please don't do this," I pleaded "please.......let me......ohhhhhhh fuck!" I moaned as he started to pull on my left nipple while he sucked hard on my right.
My body had turned against me. I hadn't meant to moan then, but it felt so damn good to have someone sucking on my nipple again, it had been a long time since my last date. But Jimmy had picked up on my moment of weakness.
"Oh, does my pet like that, does she?" he said wickedly.
No one had called me that since James, I guess he read that in my journal and was using it as he knew it would push my buttons. Then he moved his hungry mouth to my other breast and sucked even harder on that, this time his free hand going between my legs and roughly rubbing me thru my jeans. I wanted to fight him off but my whole body was on fire as he treated me like he owned me.
He stopped and stood back at little looking at me up and down like he was checking me over. Looking at me thru different eyes than he had for the last 18 years. I stood there topless and shaking, partly from fear and partly from excitement.
"Take off the rest of your clothes mother," he ordered me calmly, like he was asking for something completely normal and every day.
I just stood there not knowing if I should try and make a run for it or just do as I was told.
"This is the first and last time I am going to ask you twice to do something. Now take off your clothes bitch or I will take them off for you!" he demanded, "Do it now slut!"
He sounded just like his father when he said that and for a moment I was back there again.
"Yes sir," I mumbled quietly and started to undo my jeans.
"What was that bitch? Speak up!" he said sarcastically.
"Yes Sir!" I said clearly and hurriedly took off my jeans and g-string, standing totally naked in front of my son.
I felt like a piece of meat on display as he got me to turn around slowly, inspecting my body.
"Mmmm do you know how long I've wanted to see you naked mother?" his voice sounding full of desire and primal lust.
"No son," I replied cautiously.
"Too damn long!" he continued "and now I'm going to do everything to you that I've ever masturbated over and everything that's in that book and anything else I can possibly think of."
I could see the bulge in his jeans twitch as he spoke to me like this. My mind was racing. I knew all the things that were in my journal off by heart as it had been my source of my masturbation for many years.
"Jimmy, you can't do all those things to me....I....I'm your mother," I pleaded with him once again.
He looked at me as if he was thinking things over and for a moment I thought maybe he was going to change his mind as his expression changed from being aggressive to being more relaxed. But I should have realized I was not getting away that easy.
"Answer me this mother," he said calmly "do you love me?"
"Yes, of course I do son," I replied quickly.
"Ok, and do I remind you of my father?"
"Yes son, you are like him in so many ways," I answered, wondering where he was going with all these questions as I stood naked in front of him.
"More ways than you know pet," he stated.
?I blushed when he called me that, the name my Master called me. I knew would have read that in my journal.
"I have read all of your secret thoughts mother. You can not deny that you enjoy being owned and being dominated, it excites you. So now I have decided that I am taking over where my father left off," he said confidently, looking at me.
I had never seen this side of him before, it was exciting and scary all at once.
"Now, I am going to have you mother and I would prefer it if you submit to me and accept me as your new Master. I would rather not have to rape you every time I want to have sex," he commanded. His eyes were focused on mine as he spoke.
I could not believe what I was hearing. My own son was thinking about raping me!
I was so shocked, I couldn't even think of a reply. I just stared at him, tears running down my face as I tried to comprehend the situation.
"I can see you are thinking about it mum and I know u are a bit shocked, but think about it this way. I know what you want and I want you to know that man you have been looking for has been right under your nose this whole time that you have been dating those other losers. I love you and I want you to be mine, to belong to me and I will be an even better Master than my father was. I will not tell you to leave if you get pregnant. I don't want you to ever leave me pet," he said calmly.
His voice had lost the aggressive tone; he was looking at me with love as well as desire in his eyes. I was stunned at what he was saying, mostly because it was all true and actually made sense. All this time, all those other men, I was actually looking for someone just like James and who could be more like him than his son.
"You want me to have your baby Jimmy?" I wasn't sure I heard right.
"Well not really pet, but if it happens, it happens. Right now I just want you. Are you ready to kneel in front of me and submit to your new Master?" he said with just a little touch of impatience in his voice.
My mind was racing, faced with the choice of my son raping me or submitting to him and accepting my son as my Master. Either way my life was about to change forever. The thing is I really did miss being a sub and having a Master to love and obey. I wanted to belong to someone. I never felt as happy as I did when I was James' pet. I wanted to have that feeling back and I loved Jimmy more than any man Id ever known.
So I made my decision, if my son wanted me, then I would be his. I never even answered his question with words. I just wiped my tears away with my hand and knelt in front of him, looking down at the floor as a show of respect as I had been taught all those years ago.
I didn't see his face, but my action caused a huge smile, a smile of conquest, love and desire all at once.
"Yes. That's my good girl," he said, smiling down at me. My submission giving him even more self-assurance. "Look at me pet," he said, confidently as he lifted up my face with his strong hands.
His voice and actions weren't giving away the fact that he was as scared and nervous like I was. He knew by my writings that I would respond to a strong confident man and he wanted to be that man for me, he kept telling himself to be cool and don't fuck this up.
He had spent the entire day reading my journal and knew what to do and he had wanted me sexually for years and didn't want to blow this opportunity by showing weakness but at the same time he loved me and wanted to show it.
I looked up into his eyes as he held my face. I was trembling.
"No need to be scared of me pet. I will look after you and give you what you need from now on," he said, reassuringly. His hand caressing my face and gently pushing my hair back off my face as he spoke to me.
I smiled weakly at him, my will was broken. I had resigned myself that this is how it was going to be and that very soon my son would be fucking me and I would not only let him but I would enjoy it.
"Do you love me pet?" he asked me as he looked down at me into my eyes.
"Yes Master. I love you," I replied honestly.
"Will you do all I ask of you now that you belong to me pet?"
The words were coming out of Jimmy's mouth, but these were the exact same words James had once said to me. The words from my journal, from my past.... from his father.
"Yes Master. I will obey you," I said, still nervous, but calmer now.
I looked up at my son, now seeing him in a different light. I still loved him as I always had but now he was my Master and I would do all I could to please him. I smiled at him now, I was still a little nervous but I was happy to be once again owned by a man I truly loved.
Jimmy leant down and kissed my mouth, holding my face in his hands still as his lips pressed against mine and we kissed as lovers.
I felt his tongue inside my mouth, exploring mine. I could feel his desire in his kiss and I kissed him back. I could feel my temperature rising, a fire of passion cascading through me. My brain told me this was wrong, but my body disagreed.
He released me and smiled at me, with each conquest his confidence grew. He reached down and unzipped his fly, letting his jeans fall to his ankles. I watched silently as he then asked for my hands and placed them on either side of his boxers.
"Undress me mother. Like you used to do," he commanded in a gentle tone.
I could already see he was very aroused. I did as I was told and I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of his clothes, pulling his t-shirt off as well.
My eyes widened as I stared upon the hard cock of my naked son, he was big, as big as his father. It was throbbing and oozing pre-cum, the smell of his sex excited me. I gasped at the sight of his beautiful cock. I had adored his fathers and he would know that from my journal.
"Oh, does my pet like what she sees?" he asked cheekily.
I smiled up at him, "Oh yes, Master." I licked my lips hungrily.
It had been awhile since I had sex with anyone but myself and years since I had Dom/sub sex and I was aching for it.
Suddenly he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
"Open wide my sexy lil slut....I have a present for you pet," he groaned as he pushed his huge cock into my mouth.
It was big and delicious as I tasted his pre-cum on my tongue. I was experienced in oral sex and although he was big, I could handle it, but I acted like I was struggling on it. I did that because I wanted to feed his ego and because I liked feeling like I was being forced.
All his many masturbation sessions he had fantasized about his mother giving him a blow job and now that it was really happening, it was so intense he was struggling to hold back from cumming instantly.
He was also struggling to keep control of his domination of me, almost forgetting he was now my Master. Looking down, watching his cock going in and out of his mothers' mouth as he held my hair tightly. That and with my experienced cock sucking, was just too much.
"Ohhhhh yesss mummy. Suck me mummy ohhhhh," he moaned. A momentary lapse in his new persona as he released a big load of his warm sticky cum into my mouth.
So much cum. I gagged on it, trying to swallow as much as I could. But he just kept going, spurt after spurt. It was running down my chin as I struggled to swallow it all quick enough. He still held my head by my hair and as his orgasm subsided he regained control of his position as my Master. He released his grip on my hair and stroked it lovingly.
"Good girl," he said, smiling down at me.
He was enjoying seeing his cum on me as I licked my lips trying to lick it all up. Using his fingers he wiped up some from my neck that had dribbled down.
"You missed some pet," he grinned at me.
Then he held out his two fingers with a big blob of his cum on them. I obediently responded to his unspoken command and sucked on his fingers, sucking and licking them clean. Then I went to the other fingers that didn't actually have any cum on them but I lovingly sucked on each one whilst looking up at my new Master adoringly.
"Thank you Master. You taste delicious son.....oh I mean.....oh I'm sorry Sir," I stammered, hoping he wouldn't get mad at me.
"It's ok pet. You can still call me son or Jimmy sometimes if you want. But just as long as you remember that you belong to me now," he smiled down at me, then leaned down and kissed me again, tasting his own cum on my tongue.
As he pulled away from our kiss, he reached out his hand to mine.
"Stand up now pet, I want to hold you," he asked lovingly.
I stood up and he put his arms around me, hugging me close to him, kissing my neck and nibbling on it. It felt so good to be in his strong arms, I felt like I belong there, belonged to him.
"I hope that you enjoyed that as much as I did pet," he spoke softly into my ear.
"Oh yes Sir. I loved it Master.....especially when you called me mummy... he he," I giggled, blushing a little.
"Oh, you liked that did you? My naughty slutty little mummy hmmm," he said wickedly. "Let me see just how much you liked it pet." His hand reaching down between my legs, feeling my wetness and making me moan.
"Mmm oh yes, my whore mother must have liked it because you are so wet." his wicked tone and name calling was driving me crazy.
Suddenly he grabbed me by arms and roughly pushed me backwards onto my bed, his cock already starting to harden again as he spread open my legs to expose my shaven pussy for his inspection. I was no longer fighting. I loved it, his eyes and hands on me, helping himself to what was now his property.....my body.
"Mmm lookie what we have here," he said cheekily, "Some nice mummy pussy for me to play with." He rubbed my clit and roughly groped me.
Then he pushed two fingers up inside me making me bite my lower lip and moan. Hard and fast he fingered me, my juices coating his fingers. Then three up me, thrusting in and out hard. I knew I would cum soon. Then he started talking dirty to me as he finger-fucked me and it pushed me over the edge.
"Take that, you dirty whore. This cunt now belongs to me and I'm going to fuck it and hurt it and use it, however and whenever I want," he said with lust.
"Cum now bitch!" his voice getting back that aggression it had before. It was all too much for me.
"Ohhhh fuck! Yesss.... Ohhhh," I moaned. My whole body shook as I came all over my son's hand.
He had a smirk of a smile, a look of conquest knowing he had made his mother cum on demand. Then as my orgasm was subsiding and I was panting, trying to catch my breath, he got between my legs and starting licking and sucking at my pussy, slurping up all my juices. Oh and it felt so good. I felt his tongue pushing deep inside my hole like he was searching out for more cum; hungrily he licked and sucked making sounds of pleasure as he feasted on me.
I was moaning again in pleasure, but then he stopped.
"I want more cum mummy. Cum again for me," he ordered as he lightly slapped my wet pussy as if he was waiting for cum to just ooze out.
'Smack!' a little harder this time, stinging just a little on the wet skin of my pussy and making me gasp.
"Cum now bitch!" he demanded. Then he slapped it hard and yelled at me, "Cum when I fucking tell you to whore!"
It hurt and my pussy must have looked a little red but it was working, I was moaning in pleasure and writhing on the bed, my whole body felt like it was on fire. Then a succession of hard, fast slaps on my stinging pussy.
"Cum slut! Cum, you fucking whore!" he screamed at me, and I gushed a fountain of cum out for my Master.
"Ohhhhh fuck!" I moaned loudly as I came hard, my pussy still stinging from his hand as he dived in for seconds, sucking and slurping up all my juices.
"Mmm that's my good girl," he smiled at me as he looked up from feasting on me.
He moved up my body, lying on top of me. Pressed his lips to mine and kissed me hard. I loved tasting my cum on his tongue and I sucked on it eagerly. He pulled back and looked down at me, supporting most of his weight with his strong arms.
"I think you are ready for me now mother," he grinned at me, knowing he had won.
I was his willing sub and I wanted him so bad, he could see it in my eyes.
"Yes. Oh yes Master........please take me. I'm all yours son. I want you inside me so much," I begged, "I love you Jimmy."
I thought he was going to just shove his hard cock right up me and fuck me hard like I wanted so bad, I was aching for it. But I wasn't going to get it, not quite yet.
He rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit, teasing me, enjoying seeing me push up my hips to try and get his cock inside me. But he just teased me more and grinned at me. Then he kissed me again and bit my neck, hard.....my son was giving me a love bite...marking me as his.
Then instead of entering me, he got off me, playfully slapping my pussy as he got off the bed.
"You have wait a bit longer pet. I need to get some things," he said with a wicked grin.
He reached under my bed and pulled out my suitcase. My case that had all my Dom/sub things in it, the one that he had earlier broken into and so he knew actually what was in there.
"Put your arms up above you head mother," he said grinning at me.
I obeyed. No point in trying to fight now, especially now that I was so turned on by being dominated. He cuffed me to my headboard. Then he got my nipple clamps which I hadn't used it ages and clamped them onto my nipples causing me to gasp in pain. I wasn't used to them like I had been before, years ago. But like a good sub I didn't complain, I was adjusting to it and seeing my sons expressions of wickedness and lust was really exciting me. He looked down at me, his mother naked and handcuffed to the bed.
"Hmm what else?" he said to himself but out loud, searching through my box of goodies.
Then with a wicked grin he pulled out a leather collar and attached to it was a chain. James had given this to me when I first became his sub and I had kept it all this time to remember the games we used to play. It was inscribed with 'property of Master J'. My son smiled when he read it.
"Oh, it's a good thing you named me after my father isn't it mum," he said as he put the collar on me like he was claiming his prize.
He grinned looking at me as he put the final touches on his new possession, then he ran his hands all over me.
"Mmm all mine now," he said, then climbed back on top of me.
Without anymore teasing he shoved his young hard cock into me in one hard thrust.
I gasped in delight and he moaned in pleasure, feeling himself inside of his mother for the first time since I gave birth to him.
He pounded into me hard and I loved every thrust. Again and again he fucked me relentlessly making me moan loudly, the pain from the clamps ignored just as the pain in my wrists as the cuffs dug into me with each powerful thrust from my athletic young son.
The pleasure of finally getting to fuck his own mother made him moan too, his words pushing me again into orgasm.
"Ohhhh! I love fucking you mummy! Ohhh mummy, yesss mummy. Fuck me!" he moaned and then with grunt and a shudder, he emptied the contents of his ball sack deep into my womb.
The sensation of feeling my sons' cum filling up my cunt was enough to make me cum again, my juices gushing out and coating his cock inside me.
We were both panting and recovering from the wave of pleasure cascading through our bodies. As I looked into his eyes above me. I saw them soften from the aggressiveness that was in there before.
"I love you mummy," he said and leant down and kissed me softly, gently.
I could feel his love in his kiss. I kissed him back trying to show I loved him too and I was his.
"I love you too son," I said, and when he pulled back, "I love you and I'm honored to belong to you now Master."
He smiled at my words and got off me. Took off the nipple clamps and lay beside me, then cuddled up next to me and started to suckle at my sore nipple. I was expecting him to un-cuff me so I could cuddle him back, but he just nursed on me and left me with my arms up above my head cuffed to the headboard. He seemed to be quite content like that, but after a few minutes, I was noticing my arms were starting to ache being up like that and I really needed to pee so I asked him to release me.
"Jimmy, would you be able to un-cuff me now please. I need to go pee," I asked, trying to sound as undemanding as possible.
"Oh, sorry mummy. I almost forgot. Let me un-cuff you," he replied, and he did.
I rubbed my sore wrists as he picked up my leash attached to the collar I was wearing.
"I want you to crawl to the toilet on all fours like my pet mum," Jimmy ordered.
I was a bit shocked, I thought now he had had his fun he would let me take off the collar, but he was totally serious. He held the end of the leash and gave it a little tug.
"Come on mummy. Be a good pet.....get on the floor," his wicked grin was back.
I did as I was told, still a little unsure of why he wanted this, but I went along with his game. When I was on the floor on my hands and knees he held the leash and walked towards my bathroom, leading me like a dog.
"Come on mummy. Be a good girl, come along now," he was talking to me like a dog too.
He looked at me like I was his pet and I had no choice but to follow my Master.
Once in the bathroom, I thought he would leave me to do my business, but no, he had other plans. I paused, waiting for him to leave the room but he kept hold of the leash. So I thought, oh well, I guess he wants to watch me pee. My bladder was telling me I had to go now, so I went to sit down on the toilet. He pulled on my leash.
"No mummy not there, lie down on the floor on your back. I want to see," he said wickedly.
I was totally shocked. There was no mention of water-sports in my journals. James had never asked me to do anything like this before, this was something new, it seems my son is kinkier than I could have imagined.
"But Jimmy......I don't think......," I started to protest.
"Do as you are told pet or I will have to get out that whip you have in your case."
I could see in his eyes he was totally serious and I was a little scared. So I obeyed, I lay on the bathroom floor on my back with my legs wide open as he still held my leash. He bent down to get a closer look.
"Pee now mummy, show me," his eyes wide, staring intently at my pussy.
I was nervous and I couldn't pee right away even though my bladder was full. I felt dirty lying on the floor about to pee on myself. He was getting impatient.
"Put your hands down there and spread open your cunt mother. I want to see your piss coming out of your hole," his tone was aggressive again.
I obeyed and this new form of domination was starting to excite me. I held open my pussy lips and relaxed and then my pee flowed. I peed and I felt it go all over my ass as it dribbled down and then on the floor I could feel it going up my back. Jimmy loved it.
"Oh mummy! You are such a dirty slutty mummy," he told me as he watched me piss.
Then as I looked up to see if I was allowed to get up now, I saw my son holding his cock and aiming it at me. Oh my god, if it wasn't dirty enough to piss on myself, he was going to piss on me too.
He saw the look of horror on my face and just gave the leash a little tug.
"Don't you dare fucking move yet mother!" he said nastily and I knew he meant it so I just froze.
Then I felt his warm piss on me. He stood over me and aimed, peeing first on my already pissy pussy, and then moved his cock so that the trail of piss went up my stomach then onto my tits. His flow slowed to a trickle and the last little bit he made sure landed on my face. He was looking down at my face as he watched his urine drip onto it and he was grinning. Then just as I thought this ordeal was over, he dropped to his knees beside me and grabbed my hair.
"Open your mouth slut!" and he shoved his cock in my mouth and forced out a few more drops of piss right onto my tongue.
It tasted bitter but not as bad as I was expecting. He still held my hair tightly.
"Suck me again slut! Make me hard again," he demanded.
I lay in the pool of piss and sucked on my son's soft cock until it was hard again, cleaning off his pee with my mouth and tongue.
Once he was hard, he let go my hair and stood back up, letting go the leash.
"May I get up now Master?" I asked trying to sound respectful.
"In a minute pet, first I want you to roll over. I want to see you covered in pee."
I could hardly believe how kinky he was. I figured it's too late to object now and if this is what turns my Master on then I may as well get used to it and start to enjoy it. So I rolled around and around it in like a dog obeying it's Master's command. I reeked of it now; it was even in my hair. He was grinning as he watched me.
"Ok, you can get up now mother. I'm going to have a shower now. You clean up this mess pet, then you can join me," his voice no longer aggressive.
He turned on the shower and watched me mop up the floor with a towel as he waited for the water to heat up. I could feel his eyes on me as I was on all fours again, wiping up our pee from the floor.
"You can take off your collar while you shower with me mummy," his voice back to the tone of my loving son again.
I got into the shower with him and we washed each others bodies, he was still semi-hard and when I washed his cock he got harder. This time he was playful and loving, he was tickling me and caressing me. He held me close while the warm water flowed over us and he kissed me lovingly.
"I love you mummy," he said in between kisses.
"I love you too son," I replied and I did. I knew now that I loved my new Master even more than my first one.
"I'm going to be sleeping with you from now on mum. Your bed is now our bed and there will be other changes but we can talk about that tomorrow. Ok pet?" his voice had lost all his early aggression.
I smiled and nodded in agreement. My life changed forever now and I was ready to accept any more changes Jimmy had in mind. I had a new owner and I was going to be a good sub to him, obey him and keep my Master happy.
His cock was still hard. I could feel it up against me. This time instead of being taken, I thought I would ask so that Jimmy knew that I loved him and wanted him.
"Master? Would you make love to me one more time before we go to sleep?" I asked, almost pleadingly.
My request made him beam a big smile at me. He was happy in the knowledge his plan of dominating me into submission had been successful and he knew that from now on he could have me anytime and any way that he felt like.
"Yes pet, bend over. I want to fuck you in the shower doggie style," he said with a cheeky grin and playfully smacked my wet butt, making me jump a little.
I eagerly obeyed and this time he fucked me slow and lovingly without aggression and even though my pussy was sore from all the sex, I loved ever minute of it. It wasn't until he got close to cumming that he sped up and thrust harder, moaning as he screwed me.
"Ohhh! I love fucking you mummy mmmm," he moaned passionately.
His words excited me and I encouraged him more.
"Ohhh yesss! Fuck me son, fuck your mummy mmmm," I moaned as we both came again. I felt his cum spurt inside me and I happily accepted it all. I accepted his cum and I accepted my new position as his sex slave. His cum pushed his now soft cock out of me. I stood up and turned around to kiss him.
"Thank you Master. I love you so much son," I said with total submission.
I looked into his eyes and he could see not only did I love him but I was happy to be his.
"I love you too mum and I'm never going to let you go," he replied, kissing me again.
We finished showering, dried ourselves and each other, playfully flicking each other with the towels. Then he chased me back to our bed and I was giggling like a school girl. I never felt so loved, wanted and needed.
I finally felt content as we cuddled up and drifted off to sleep in each others arms. I had found my Mr. Right.
By: nz_marie
