Message-ID: <21246asstr$942617400@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <382F09E6.8364E536@redrose.net> From: "Ken W. Steven" X-Accept-Language: en MIME-Version: 1.0 Subject: {ASSM} Mother's Slavery By Whitestar Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Path: 208.3.221.111 X-Original-NNTP-Posting-Host: 208.3.221.111 Lines: 945 X-Original-NNTP-Posting-Host: 204.249.184.1 Date: Sun, 14 Nov 1999 17:10:00 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin A Mother's Slavery By WhiteStar Part 1: Initiation AP – COLLIER COUNTY, NM We bring you a special series covering the shocking tale of a 15 year old son who enslaved his mother. Following is the first of several segments. Readers, BEWARE! The interview with this young man was very graphic. We’ve chosen to print it verbatim, so it may offend and disturb a great many of our readers. Included in the article are also excerpts from other parties involved, to flesh out the story, if you’ll excuse the double entendre. <-oOo-> It had taken months for me to get to this point. My plan was fully ready, and I was actually going to execute it. Let me start from the beginning. My name is Sean, and I desperately needed to screw my mother. My mom, Pam, was a knockout. Jet black hair, beautiful face, ample tits, and a tight ass. She was just made for fucking. Now, I’m only 15, and my mom, of course, thought nothing of me in a sexual way. I’m not ugly, just sort of plain. 5’ 8" tall, average build, sandy blonde hair like my father. Dad was a problem. You see, he wasn’t just going to invite me into bed with them one night and have my way with her. I had to find a way to get around him, actually get into her pants, and something to hold over her so she wouldn’t get me into trouble. As I said, it had taken months to put together. Most of that was spent just thinking about how to pull it off. What I came up with was elegantly simple, but also fiendishly complicated. The only chance I had was to get Mom away from Dad, and also some way in which she couldn’t stop me. I finally came up with… well, let me tell you the story. I have two older friends, we’ll call them Tom and Jerry, because I like that show. These are, obviously, not their real names, but I don’t want to get them into trouble. Tom and Jerry are in college. They live on the other side of town, so Mom had never met them. I knew them through my drama club. For whatever reasons of their own, Tom and Jerry had taken a liking to me. They’d take me out for sodas and to hang out at the arcade. The three of us regularly discussed off-color topics, and over the years, I’d come to know what to expect from them whenever I’d suggest something risqué. I was far more creative in the ideas department than they were. One day, I suggested my idea to them, couching it first as a theoretical exercise, then as a way to get "some girl". When I felt they were in the groove, I told them the "girl" in question was my mother. This set them both off, in just the right way. Though my Mom had never met Tom or Jerry, they had seen her when she would come to pick me up from drama club. They knew she was a real knockout. After some discussion, they agreed to help me in exchange for…. "favors" at some future date. We spent several weeks, and over a hundred dollars, fixing up and repainting an old junk car that Jerry had. It barely ran, but the plan didn’t need it to run, only to look right. We’d painted it up to look like a police car. Since Jerry lived out in the country, it wasn’t a problem. The guys scrambled around to find clothes that looked enough like policeman’s uniforms to fool the average person. We got badges at a costume shop. Our "police officers" were now ready for duty. The plan required me to get Mom to a specified location, alone. I knew how to do this. The other part was getting the van ready. Wait, let me back up. My Mom normally drives the family van, which my dad had converted into a camper. It had a table that folded down into a bed, just like some trailers. It also had a curtain across the front, so that no one could see in when you were sleeping in it. That was a good thing, because it meant Mom didn’t notice that I’d put the bed down in back. In order to get her alone, I told her that we were practicing for a play over at an unnamed friend’s house. This was a total lie, since the road we were going to led nowhere, but to an old abandoned ranch house. Normally the road was closed, but Tom and Jerry had removed the sign temporarily. The drive was a quiet one. Mom and I didn’t speak a whole lot to each other. Not that we were unfriendly, but we just didn’t have much in common. She was the athletic type, always working out or playing tennis or volleyball. I preferred drama, and my music, though I did stay in shape, more or less. Anyway, the only words spoken, really, were when I’d give her directions on where we were going. Luckily for me, Mom was unfamiliar with this part of the county, so she didn’t question the deserted road. Mom slowed as she saw the police car in the distance. She pulled to a stop about 20 feet from it. Two officers were standing behind the car, arms crossed. These "officers" were, of course, Tom and Jerry. They approached the van, one on either side. They were playing it to the hilt, and doing a good job. I almost believed them! Jerry, who was on Mom’s side, spoke. "Would you step out of the vehicle, please?" "What’s the trouble, officer?" my Mom asked. "Just step out of the vehicle, ma’am," Tom barked. Good cop, bad cop. Mom did as she was instructed. <-oOo-> What is this all about, I wonder, Pam thought to herself. The two officers led her away from her van, and toward the patrol car. "Assume the position," barked the rude one, Tom, again. "Excuse me?" she retorted. Tom spun her around and shoved her forward. Her hands naturally landed on the hood of the car. He kicked her legs further apart. He kept his hand planted firmly on her back at all times. "Check her, partner." Jerry did a preliminary frisking, coming up clean, of course. "All clean here." "No, no, that wasn’t nearly good enough. Do I have to show you how to do this again?" "I guess you better, pard. I’m just not getting the hang of it." "All right. Change places." Jerry placed his hand on her back, to keep her in position. Tom started at her feet. He ran his hands roughly up her legs, wrinkling her slacks. He moved his hands until he was just short of her ass and pussy, then stopped. He moved his hands across her arms the same way, and then he placed his hand in the middle of her chest, right between her breasts. Pam was about to protest when he spoke. "Partner, I think we’ve got a problem." The pressure on Pam’s back increased, and she was stunned into silence. What could they possibly have found? "What ya got?" "I don’t know. Something don’t feel right. I think we’re going to have to do a more thorough search." Pam began to protest. "What do you mean a more – " Jerry interrupted her, "Best to be quiet, ma’am. You’re in enough trouble already." Jerry maintained his pressure, while Tom reached around to her front and began unbuttoning her blouse. Pam was stunned, but remained silent. She was worried where this was leading, and what these officers might find to charge her with. Once her blouse was unbuttoned, Jerry moved his hand to the back of her neck, allowing Tom to remove her blouse altogether. Tom reached over and unfastened her slacks, pulling them down to her ankles. On Jerry’s instructions, she stepped out of them. Pam was now embarrassed as well as worried. She was half-naked in front of two police officers, and her own son, not fifty feet away. Little did she realize he was enjoying the show. Tom unclasped her bra, and drew it off her arms. He admired the view for a moment, before proceeding to remove her panties. Now, Pam was clad only in stockings and heels. Her breasts swung freely in her bent over position, and her pussy was clearly visible. Tom grasped her tits and mauled them, kneading them like dough. "Hmph," he said, "I don’t feel anything wrong here. What do you think, partner?" Tom gestured to Jerry that it was his turn. Jerry grasped her tits, and pulled her upright so that her back was pressed into him. He also squeezed and groped her tit flesh. "No, I don’t think there’s a problem here. Maybe the problem is elsewhere." Saying that, one of his hands proceeded toward Pam’s crotch. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but his feet were in her way. Jerry rubbed her crotch for a minute or so. "I don’t feel anything wrong here either, partner. Maybe a cavity search is necessary?" "I think that’s our only choice. Cuff her." Pam didn’t have time to react to that as her hands were brought behind her roughly, and handcuffed. The two officers lifted her up onto the hood of the police car, and bent her over so that her head was resting on it. This placed her ass high into the air, and her body in a very lewd position. Tom stuck his middle finger up her cunt as far as he could go, and twisted. Though Pam would not have thought it possible, and would certainly never admit it, this treatment had made her wet enough that his finger slid in easily. Tom pumped one finger in and out a few times, then slid in two, and then three. After several strokes this way, Pam’s cunt was dripping, and his hand made squishing noises as it moved in and out. Tom pulled his hand out of her pussy, and motioned to Jerry. "Take over, I gotta clean up." Jerry shoved his middle finger into her pussy, stroking her clit while he did so. "Nothing here, but she’s got one more hole." Tom nodded, and Jerry proceeded. He pulled his finger out of Pam’s cunt, and placed his fingertip on her anus. Pam thought, Certainly, he’s not going to do that… But she was wrong. Jerry forced his finger up her ass. Pam grunted loudly at the penetration. The lubrication from her pussy helped his finger slide in more easily, but it still hurt. Jerry continued this treatment for a couple of minutes. Pam was very hot now, though she was humiliated in front of her son, and enraged at these police officers. After a while, Jerry grew tired. He pulled out, and grabbed a towel from off the front seat of the squad car. He left Pam in her position while he cleaned off. Then he stood her up and leaned her against the squad car. The hot metal burned her ass, but she dared not move, for fear of what else they might do. She noticed that the ruder of the two officers was questioning her son at the van. Her face burned in shame at the knowledge of what her son had just seen her do. Sean stayed put as Tom returned to the other two. "All right, lady. Your son has convinced us to let you go, this time. Next time we catch you, it’s not going to go so easily on you." Pam stared at him incredulously. They had found nothing, yet he was acting as if she were a wanted felon. She had nothing she could respond with. Tom grabbed her arm, and Jerry grabbed up her clothes. They led her over to the side door of the van. Roughly, they shoved her up into the back of the van, and down onto the bed on her stomach. In her state of shock, it didn’t register with Pam that normally the bed would not have been down. Jerry raised her to her knees, facing the van window, and a special locking ring that had not been there before. He unlocked her cuffs, but held her hands in place. "Ma’am, when I release your hands, you are to bring them up to eye level, and cross your wrists." Pam, still believing these were real officers, did as instructed. With her hands in that position, Jerry ran the cuffs chain through the locking ring, and then locked the cuff on her other wrist, twisting the cuffs in such a way that her only comfortable position would be on her back, once he let her move. With that, he stepped back from her, and out of the van. The three moved away from the van to speak privately. <-oOo-> "Great job, guys!" I said. Tom and Jerry were pretty pleased with themselves. "Our drama coach would be proud of us." Tom replied. I thanked them, asked them to replace everything for me, which they agreed to do. I watched as they got into the "police car", and drove away. Now, I was going to have some fun with my mom. When I looked into the back of the van, Mom had twisted around so she was lying on her back. This was the only comfortable position for her hands, with the way Jerry had fastened the cuffs. It took me three days to find the right way to do that. Anyway, I paused for a second, and just stared. She wasn’t looking over at me, I think she was in shock. Lying as she was, her tits were hanging to either side of her chest. They were still enormous, to me. She had her legs spread slightly, I imagine she was probably sore from her recent strip search. I have to admit, I almost chickened out. I could’ve stopped at this point, and just let her loose. Mom would never have known, and there’s no way she could have gotten a badge number to report, so it would have been safe. But, no. I have gone too far to stop now. If I didn’t do this, I’d be kicking myself for the rest of my life. I stepped into the van and moved over to the bed. Mom still wasn’t focussing on me. She was staring off into space. I examined her body more closely, and was surprised to find that her snatch was sopping wet! Well, I figured if she was so turned on by what had happened so far, it was only right to give her the full treatment. As I grasped her left tit, her eyes snapped into focus on me. "Sean! What the hell are you doing? Get your hands off of me, and get me out of these cuffs!" Boy, was she pissed! "Um, no, I don’t think so, Mom. You see, I went to an awful lot of effort to get you into those cuffs, and I’m not ready to let you out of them yet. "What in the devil are you talking about, Sean? Let me out of these!" "Well, Mom, you see, those two guys weren’t really cops. They were friends of mine. They helped me pull this off." "When your father hears this, he’s gonna kill you!" "Well, now see, there you go getting ideas. But you’re forgetting, Mom, that I’d have had to think of that, wouldn’t I?" Mom was slow to pick up sometimes, and it hadn’t sunken in yet. "Just what are you saying, Sean?" "Look at it this way. You go home and tell Dad I raped you. Okay, that’s fine. Except that I will tell him that you raped me. I’ve been taking drama classes for three years now. I can make him, and a judge, and a jury, believe it. They will send you away to jail for a long time." All the while I was explaining things, I was mauling her tit flesh, and running my hands up and down her body. "And, what’s more, Mom, if you think that won’t be convincing enough, maybe Dad would be interested in hearing about what you do on Thursday afternoons." My mother had a semi-regular engagement with some jerk she met. Most Thursdays, she would be in her bedroom screwing while us kids were told to do our chores, or go to a friend’s house. Mom feigned indignation. "I have no idea what you’re referring to." I pulled a couple of photos out of my pocket. "Then maybe these will refresh your memory." The color drained from her face. "I’ve got lots and lots of these. I used them as motivation while I was planning this little event." She was beaten, and she knew it. She closed her eyes and bowed her head in shame. She had no fight left in her. This was just what I wanted. I plunged my hand down onto her cunt, slipping my middle finger all the way in with no effort at all. She let out a gasp of surprise, but little else. I used my free hand to continue kneading her tits while my fingers danced across her pussy. I used my thumb to stroke her clit as first one, then two, and eventually three fingers plowed into her wet cunt. Despite her lack of willingness, Mom was moaning now. She was really getting into the rhythm of things. I leaned over and pressed my mouth to hers. In her shock, she returned the kiss, even running her tongue across my lips I broke the kiss and stood up, removing my hand from her pussy. She was panting from the attention, and she kept her head bowed as I undressed. I nearly tore off my clothes, not wanting to waste any time. As my underwear fell to the floor of the van, my dick popped free to stand at full attention. I crawled onto the bed with Mom, maneuvering between her already parted legs. I looked down at her body, and my lust overtook me. I placed my cock-head at her opening, and rammed it home. God, it was the sweetest thing I’ve ever felt! Mom gasped, and her eyes finally opened. For just a fraction of a second her eyes met mine, before she averted her gaze. I started rutting into her like an animal. I wasn’t interested in tenderness, I wanted to fuck. Though Mom wasn’t into the act, her body sure was. Soon her hips were bucking up at me just as fast as I was pummeling into her. I was twisting her nipples, and she was moaning and groaning in pleasure. I leaned down and planted a kiss on her. Her body was so aroused she responded by forcing her tongue into my mouth, and proceeding to suck my tongue back into hers. She was hot, and damn was she good! We continued like this for a while, and I was ready to explode. Mom had already had a few minor orgasms, having been prepared already. I started really pounding into her, so hard her head almost hit the side of the van. Soon, I exploded into her cunt with the force of a lightning bolt. I was so exhausted after that, I collapsed. When I woke up a short time later, Mom was, of course, in the same position she had been. "Well, Mom? What’s your choice? Is this ‘our little secret’, or are we going to tell Dad our own versions of what happened today?" Mom was totally defeated. "You win, Sean. I can’t risk your father finding out what I’ve done. I won’t say anything about today." I’m sure she had some hope that this would be the end of it. Maybe she thought I had made my conquest, and would move on to other things. I had thought about it at first, but the more work I put into this plan, the more I realized that once just wouldn’t justify the work involved. I was going to be ‘getting some’ on a regular basis from now on. Part 2: Education I let Mom stew for a few days after that first time. Neither of us had said a word. She apparently had not told Dad, because I was still in one piece. I figured this was a good thing. Now, it was early June, and school had just gotten out for the year. I remember it was a Monday, because my little brother left real early for two weeks at summer camp. Dad worked in the oil fields, like everyone around here, so he always left for work real early. Mom was still in her robe when I got up that morning. There was nothing strange about that, she sometimes wouldn’t get dressed until noon. Being a housewife, and not having a whole lot to do, she’d sort of lounge around and sunbathe, or work out, or whatever. Anyway, I’m losing the story. I came down to breakfast to see Mom at the counter, in her usual robe, a short, light-blue terry cloth job with the tie at the waist. It was this sort of crap that had set me on her in the first place: the robe barely covered her ass, and she was always wearing that kind of revealing shit around the house. It had me hard most of the time just looking at her. Anyway, as I said, she was at the counter. She was just finishing up the eggs and bacon. She set our plates on the table, and we ate in silence. Our relationship had been somewhat strained since that first day, but I was willing to let it go that way for now. Once we finished up breakfast, she gathered up our plates, and started running water in the sink to do the dishes. I was sitting at the table reading the funnies from the morning paper. I just happened to glance up, and got instantly hard at what I saw. My mom had bent down to get the dish rack from under the sink, and as she did so, her short robe rode up just far enough to give a hint of her pussy. I knew then and there that I needed to screw someone badly. And, since she was there, well, you know. I got up from the table quickly and quietly, and moved around right behind her. Just as she was about to stand, I reached my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. She bolted upright, moving her legs together, and, though I’m sure this wasn’t what she meant to do, trapped my hand against her twat. "Sean! Knock it off!" she screamed. "Now, Mom," I said, "Apparently, you’ve forgotten already." I started rubbing my hand against her pussy, and pushed her against the counter, trapping her body so she couldn’t move. "I guess I’m just going to have to remind you." "I… I thought that was a one-time affair. I would never have agreed if I’d known you intended…" Her voice trailed off as my free hand began massaging her breast through the robe. I grew tired of that, so I reached down and untied the belt on the robe, allowing it to fall open and give me better access. As my hand kneaded her now bare tit, my thumb slipped into her cunt, sliding in and out of her slowly. I whispered quietly into her ear, "Well, we can stop, and I’ll just show Dad those pictures of you. I’m sure he’ll be real understanding. But you don’t really want me to stop, do you Mom? You’re enjoying yourself too much." As I said that, my thumb slipped up against her clit, and strummed it. "Nooooooooo." She mewled, but there was no conviction in it. I reached out and turned the water off, and then I spun her around to face me. I pushed her robe off her shoulders, restraining her arms somewhat. I ignored the pleading look in her eyes as I plastered my mouth against hers, my tongue pushing its way into her mouth, probing and dancing around, finally engaging her tongue as she warmed up to the exercise. I reached into my pajama bottoms and pulled my dick out the slit in the front. I don’t usually wear underwear or pajamas to bed, and had just thrown on the pajamas to eat breakfast in. As I continued to kiss my mother, I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit, getting it all lubed up. When I was ready, I placed it at her hole, and slid home. Despite her protests, my mom was very wet. I slipped into her easily until I was fully impaled in her love hole. She moaned into my mouth as I began moving in and out of her. Our pace increased quickly, because I knew I didn’t have much for her this morning. As a typical teen, I woke up horny, and I didn’t have a lot of control yet. I started slamming into her, hard enough that I could hear the impact she made on the counter. I started groping her tits as we continued our kiss, thrusting faster and faster. She was bucking back at me as hard as I was giving, so I knew she was into it, damn her words to the opposite. I felt the tingle in my balls, and so I picked up the pace even further, plunging as fast as I could go. Despite the fact that we were lip-locked, our moans were filling the kitchen with the sounds of passion. Finally, I let loose a flood of cum into her pussy. She groaned, not getting off until I twisted her nipples, and the extra sensation shot her over. She couldn’t reach my back because of her robe, but she scratched my sides pretty good with her fingernails. It took a good minute before she came down from her high. As she came down from her high, I figured it was time to set a few rules in our new relationship. I made sure I had her attention by kissing her on the mouth, and, with my dick still nestled in her tight little cunt, I said, "Now, you’re going to call off your relationship with that little shit you’ve been screwing on Thursdays. Instead, you will make yourself available to me on Thursdays now. And, pretty much whenever else I want you, but especially on Thursday afternoons. Understood?" As my softening dick slid out of her with a soft "pop", she lowered her eyes and nodded. "Good. Now that we understand each other a little better, you can go back to doing the dishes." I spent the rest of that day just loafing. I’d had my sex for the moment, and I wanted Mom to think about what I’d said. I heard her make her phone call to the asshole she’d been fucking. It sounded like he wasn’t real happy about losing a regular piece of ass, but he agreed to it since he didn’t have a choice. I decided to keep my distance from her that week until Thursday. I don’t really know why, it just seemed like a good idea. Let the urge build up, so I could really screw her brains out. Anyway, by the time Thursday rolled around, boy was I horny. I got hard just glancing at her. Around 1:00 in the afternoon, I was up in my room watching TV when she came in wearing her usual jean-shorts and a T-shirt. As I turned off the tube, she closed the door and said, "All right, Sean, let’s get this over with." Now, it was her attitude that really pissed me off. Like she was doing me some really big favor, when really all she was doing was saving her own fucking ass. So, I decided she would have to do something I knew she didn’t like. At my command, she stood perfectly still, hands at her sides, feet slightly apart. I moved around her, examining her body closely. As usual, she had no bra on. She never wore one unless she was going out of the house. She wouldn’t go out in public dressed like she was, but to tease her own son? Oh, she’d do it alright. I stopped behind her, and ran my hands from her hips up to her gorgeous mounds. I rolled her tits in my hands, rubbing them through the material. A quiet moan escaped my mother’s lips as I repeatedly brushed over her nipples. I had her raise her arms over her head, which lifted her tits nicely. I un-tucked her shirt and took it off, leaving her bare above the waist. I resumed my fondling of her chest, once again enjoying the feel of her glorious tit flesh. I noticed that her head had tilted back, her eyes had closed, and her mouth was parted in a silent moan. I knew she was into it again. I reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, reaching my hand inside them to force the zipper down. I massaged her pussy through her panties, causing her to squirm and writhe with the feelings. I pushed both her shorts and panties down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles. I inserted one finger up her twat, just to prove that it was all nice and wet. She was hotter than an oven! I removed my finger and moved around in front of her. I looked her over appreciatively, admiring the whore I had before me. Now, I don’t think I made it clear to you that the pictures I had of my mother and the jerk were taken in my parents’ bedroom. So, I also had pictures of her and Dad doing it, though those were of little interest to me except as research. I knew what Mom would and would not do in bed. And I was going to make her do all the stuff she would not do. My eyes met hers and I said, "On your knees." She knew what I was expecting of her. "Sean, I don’t do that-" I slapped her across the face, only hard enough to make it sting, because I didn’t want to leave any marks. "Goddammit! Don’t tell me what you are and aren’t going to do! Get the fuck on your knees!" Slowly, unsteadily, she got down onto her knees. My dick was pointed right at her face. "You know what I want. Suck it, and you’d better make it good." Slowly she reached out and took my rock hard dick in her hands. She at first licked the tip of it, right across the opening. I so much wanted to shove it down her throat right then, but I held off, figuring the release would be better if I waited for it. She continued licking up and down the shaft, slicking it up with her spit. Finally, when she could tell that I wasn’t going to wait any longer, she opened her mouth and slid my prick in. Damn, was that a good feeling! It was nearly as good as sex! She moved her head in and out of my crotch, running her tongue along the underside of my dick as her mouth slid over its length. As she continued, I knew I was getting ready to blow. I grabbed her hair, and plunged my dick all the way into her mouth. I felt her try to gag, but I didn’t stop until I was all the way in. I warned her, "If you don’t swallow, you won’t be able to breathe!" Then I came. And I came some more. It felt like buckets of cum were shooting out of my dick. And she swallowed it all, like the good whore she was. The rest of that afternoon is sort of a blur. We screwed for three solid hours before she gave out. Well, I suppose we both gave out, but I’d have been willing to at least try for more. Although I fucked her almost every way imaginable, I’d left her ass for later. I wanted to savor it in a session all its own. I also gave her one more bit of news she didn’t like. I said, "Since you were a bad girl, and didn’t do what you were told when you were told to do it, Mom," I liked to emphasize her title, ‘cause it gave me such a rush. "since you were bad, you will be punished. From now on, you will wake me up every morning with a blow-job, and more, If I’m in the mood." And I almost always was. Again, she just bowed her head, and nodded. When asked why she allowed this to continue, Pam said, "I don’t know why I tolerated this from him. What would Bob do? I mean, sure the pictures were bad, but it’s not like he’d….. well, yes, he would at the very least have divorced me, and I’d grown so used to the life we had. And, if I’m being honest with myself, I enjoyed Sean’s attentions. I didn’t like getting hit, but it didn’t hurt that bad, and I suppose I didn’t do what he wanted right away. Maybe it was my fault." Sean continues: Over the next week and a half, I screwed Mom at least once a day, except for weekends, since Dad was home then. When I took her ass the first time, oh boy, was she tight in there! It was fun listening to her plead for me not to ass-fuck her. But I did. And you know what? She came! I knew right then that my mother really was a slut. She just didn’t want to admit it. But I was going to show her just what she really was. And it’s only fair that those she teased became her masters. My younger brother, Brad, finally came home from his two weeks at camp. Brad’s a year younger than me, with curly dark brown hair. He stays fit, because he runs track at school. He got along with Mom even worse than I did. He used to get into trouble a lot at school, and Mom seemed to revel in punishing him for it. I knew that, with him home all the time during the summer, I was either going to have to bribe him, or I wasn’t going to get any from Mom for months. The day after he got back from camp was a Sunday. I got him alone in his room, and closed the door. I was carrying a folder with me. "Hey, Brad. You meet any girls up at camp?" "Nah," he said, "There weren’t none worth looking at. And besides, most of ‘em were older, so what chance did I have?" "So you still ain’t been laid." It wasn’t a question. Brad and I talked about this sort of thing a lot. Brad wasn’t handsome at 14. He had acne pretty bad, and his face was just sort of plain. Not to mention, he was sort of anti-social, and didn’t like to hang out at teen places, so he had some major strikes against him. "Sure, rub it in, Sean." I sort of felt sorry for him, but my plans for Mom involved him now, and so I knew his virgin state wouldn’t last much longer. "How’d you like a guaranteed piece of tail?" I asked. "Who do I have to kill?" "Don’t you want to know who it is first?" I prodded. "She’s not an ugmo, is she?" he replied. "No, but… well, she’s someone you might not normally think of screwing." I figured for sure he’d get it with that comment, but no such luck. "So? If she’ll screw me, I’ll screw her." "Okay," I said. I figured I was going to have to lay it out for him, and just test my luck. "You know why Mom makes us leave the house every Thursday?" "Never really thought about it. Why?" Geez, was he dense. I opened the folder I had with me, and handed him one of the better pictures of Mom and the jerk. "This is what she’s been doing on Thursdays." Brad’s eyes got wide. "Fuck!" he whispered. "A very accurate comment." I said. Finally, what I had in mind started to sink in. "You’re not saying… You want me to fuck Mom?" "She’s actually pretty damned good, now that I’ve got her to do all the fun stuff," I said. "She was pretty uptight at the beginning." "How long have you been screwing her?" "Since just before you left. I showed her these pictures, and basically told her it was either do what I wanted, or I’d give these to Dad." "So, why you letting me in on it?" he asked. "Simple. I can’t get any with you here, unless you’re in on it. And I figure, the only way you can be in on it, and not narc on me, is if you’re getting some too." "Okay. So, let’s call her up here!" "Aren’t you forgetting something, slick?" I asked. "What? Oh, yeah. Dad’s home." "Right. Here’s what we’re going to do…" Over the next couple of minutes, I laid out my plan for the following day. Mom had been waking me up with a blow-job every weekday, just as she’d been told. Most of the time, I left it at that. I didn’t even unbury myself from the sheets. She’d just come in, move the lower portion of the sheets aside, pull out my dick and go to it. Some mornings, she wouldn’t even see my face during the entire process. This was part of my plan. I should mention that my brother and I are roughly the same size. Enough so that I was pretty sure my mom would not notice a substitution for the morning ritual. We asked Brad to give us a little bit of his point of view that morning: On that Monday morning, I set my alarm for 8:00. Sean had said that Mom would wake him at 9:00, and I wanted plenty of time to get ready. Mom was downstairs cleaning, so I had an easy time slipping into Sean’s room unseen. Sean told me to take off all my clothes and put on his pajamas. I guess he doesn’t sleep in his underwear, because he told me to leave mine off. He gave me really detailed instructions on how he slept, and what Mom was going to do when she came in. Finally, I laid down on his bed under the covers, making sure they covered my face up. I heard Sean making some noise for a minute or so, but I have no idea what he was doing. At what I guess was 9:00, Mom opened the door to Sean’s room. She was real quiet about it. I guess she didn’t want to wake Sean up, or maybe she was trying to avoid waking me up in my bedroom. Anyway, she shut the door, but I didn’t hear it close. After a couple of seconds, I felt a weight on the edge of the bed, which must have been her arm. She pushed back the covers on the bed just enough to uncover my woody. My dick was so hard now that I worried I’d spoil the plan. I guess maybe Sean wakes up that way sometimes, too, ‘cause she didn’t even seem to hesitate at all. She reached into my pajama bottoms and took my dick in her hand. She pulled it out the slit, and gently moved her hand up and down the shaft. She did this a few times, and then started kissing the length of my cock. Some pre-cum started oozing out the tip of my dick, and she licked that off. Finally, she engulfed my prick in her mouth. God, it was such a feeling! Her tongue slithered along my length as she tried to suck the cum out of me. Her mouth moved up and down on me, and I moaned. I knew I couldn’t last too long with this kind of treatment. Sean told us he was watching from the closet. I knew that Brad didn’t have much control. After Brad had laid down, I set up the video camera to record the action. As soon as I knew the camera had gotten enough, I turned it off with the remote. I didn’t want the next part on camera, I just wanted enough to show she’d done it willingly. I silently opened the closet door, thankful that I had oiled the hinges last week. I crept up behind her, and placed my hand on her ass. Startled, she let Brad’s dick fall from her mouth so she could look behind her. "Sean!" she yelled. "But then, who is…" She looked back to the covers. "Okay, you can come out now," I said to Brad, who pulled the sheets off his face. "Hi, Mom!" he said. "You’re really good at that!" "And you need to get back to it," I reminded her. "Finish what you started." She gazed at me pleadingly for only a second before returning her mouth to his cock. The extra time had allowed Brad a chance to cool off a little, so he could go a little longer. I started fingering Mom’s pussy, getting her nice and wet for her next lesson. Pam told us: I never expected that Brad would get in the middle of this horrible thing. That morning when I first sucked him off, I just thought it was another day with Sean. When I found out it was Brad, well, there was nothing I could do about it. Had I known beforehand, maybe I could have talked Sean out of it, but somehow I doubt it. After Sean ordered me back to sucking Brad, I lowered my mouth back onto his rod. My blowing technique had gotten better with practice, but it suffered a little when Sean started fingering me. I figured he was just trying to get me off with Brad, so I started sucking Brad even harder. I don’t think Brad had much experience with girls, because very quickly he was ready to come. Though back then I hated it, I knew I had to swallow every drop of Brad’s come, or Sean would find a way to punish me. As Brad’s spunk started spurting from his cock, I swallowed it all, gagging at the taste, but forcing it down anyway. Figuring we were finished, I stood up to leave. "Where do you think you’re going?" Sean asked me. "We’ve just started here. You can’t just blow the kid, and then leave. He’s got to have the full treatment. Now get back there and fuck him." I looked back at my other son, who had removed his pajamas by now. The idea of having sex with my youngest son did not appeal to me, but it must have been okay with him, because his dick was already back to full hardness. I turned back to Sean. "No. I can’t do this. I won’t do this." "Okay," he sighed. "Do you have Dad’s number at work? Or would you rather I wait until he gets home tonight? Hey, maybe I could fax the pictures to him at work!" I knew I was trapped. Sean knew I was trapped too; I could see it in his eyes. Looking back at the expectant face of Brad, I could tell even he knew I was trapped. As I was deciding, Sean had removed my robe. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so both sons now had a good look at my naked body. It was not new to Sean, but it was Brad’s first look, and something I’d rather he not see. But I was defeated, and I had to give them what they wanted. Moving over to the bed, I straddled Brad’s young body. I gently took his dick in my hand, and placed it at my hole. Closing my eyes, I sunk down onto him, letting him slide all the way into me, until my pussy lips rested in his pubic hair. I stopped for a minute, to allow my son to adjust to the new feelings he was having. I was worried that this would scar Brad for life. My fears were short-lived, though, because he quickly reached up to my tits and started twisting my nipples. I began to ride up and down his cock, gripping it with the walls of my pussy. I leaned forward slightly to shift his cock inside me. My boobs hung down enough that he leaned up and sucked one into his mouth, suckling at it as he did fourteen years before. He continued to twist and pinch my other nipple, and soon he began to bite down on the tit in his mouth. Not hard, but enough that I felt his teeth. I didn’t want to admit that it turned me on, but my pussy got hotter and wetter the more he did it. I didn’t know what Sean was up to until I felt his hand on my back. Sean filled in the rest: While Brad had been fucking Mom, I’d been preparing for Mom’s new lesson. Teaching her to fuck her other son wasn’t much of a lesson, but the next part would be. After getting myself well-lubed, I approached the two, fucking furiously on my bed. I put my hand on Mom’s back to get her attention. She stopped for a second to look at me. "Lean over. Lay almost completely flat onto Brad, but make sure he can still breathe." I’d only told Brad that we were both going to have fun with Mom at the same time. I didn’t tell him how. Once Mom was laid over, I climbed onto the bed, pushing her legs further apart so that I had some balance. As I placed the head of my cock at her asshole, she realized what I had in mind. "No, Sean! Not both at the same time!" She tried to rise, but I had my hand on her back, holding her in place. I slid slowly into her, feeling the extra tightness because of Brad’s cock. Mom let out a deep moan as my cock intruded into her ass. Soon, I was fully into her, and my mother was as full as she had ever been. Hanging on to her hips, I began to slide in and out of her slowly. As soon as I thought we could do it, I told Brad, "Now start pumping her again. It’ll be tight, but you can do it." Well, needless to say, Brad was willing, and he started rocking into her. Soon we were in sync, and both of Mom’s holes were being fucked energetically. I ordered Mom to kiss Brad, which is something I’d noticed she hadn’t done. I watched as their mouths met, and I could tell that Brad quickly got his tongue into her mouth. Now every hole in Mom’s body was busy in the act of sex, all at once. And the thing was, though she kept saying no at the start, her body sure as hell said yes once we got going. Not having had my usual morning blow, I was quickly on the verge of coming. I felt my balls tighten, and then shot my load deep into her ass. The two of them barely noticed when I pulled out, so engrossed were they. I had them stop, and I pulled Mom up and off Brad. He began to complain, but I told him they weren’t done, but I wanted to show him another position. I had her get on hands and knees on the bed, and told Brad that he was now going to fuck Mom in the doggy position. "Screw her like the bitch she is," I said. Eagerly, Brad kneeled behind her and inserted himself back into her hot pussy. I could see the look of pleasure on Mom’s face, and I knew she wouldn’t be satisfied now until she came again. Wanting more, I presented my dick to her mouth. She turned her head away with a look of disgust, knowing where it had just been. I took hold of the back of her head and turned it back to my cock. "Suck it, or I can think of something worse." Since she knew that I could think of worse things, she took it in. I could see the look of nausea on her face, but I didn’t care. Her mouth worked over my cock, cleaning it and making it fully hard again. As Brad continued to pound her from behind, she slurped up my shaft, licking around the head and then running her tongue along the underside as she plunged me back into her mouth. Soon, Brad was ready to shoot his load, and I felt myself nearing that peak as well. Brad came first, shuddering as he poured his seed into Mom. With that, Mom’s orgasm hit, and her body was wracked with spasms. She moaned around my dick, and the extra vibration shot me over the edge, so I loosed a flood of sperm down her throat. When we came down from our passions, Mom crumpled to the bed, exhausted. Brad and I looked at each other. Brad smiled. I held up my hand, and we high-fived each other. Now I knew I’d be getting Mom when and wherever I wanted. I looked down at her, seeing her crying on the bed. "Just remember, Mom. You belong to me. You’ll have sex wherever and whenever I want, and with whoever I want. I don’t care if it’s some goddamned bum off the street. When I say ‘fuck’, you should ask ‘how long?’ Don’t forget that!" -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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