Message-ID: <40419asstr$1042405804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030112101136.14552.qmail@web20307.mail.yahoo.com> From: Art West Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 10:11:36 +0000 (GMT) Subject: {ASSM} HER SON'S SEX TOY Part 1/3 (MF, mF, inc, blackmail,exhib) by Art West Date: Sun, 12 Jan 2003 16:10:04 -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: gill-bates, dennyw HER SON'S SEX TOY by Art West CHAPTER 1: Strayed, Caught and Blackmailed (MF, mF, inc, blackmail, exhib) Marjory B---, or Marge as she is known to many of her intimates, is a 35 year old mother of two teens, Greg who is nearly 17, and 15 year old Pam. They and her husband Roy had moved into a fairly up- market suburban area about two years ago, when Roy's IT business started to take off, and just recently into an even larger and more prestigious home. Roy is about 45. Marge and Roy had married before she turned 18, as a result of her pregnancy with Greg. Her strict church-going parents had not been enthusiastic about her going out with Roy (then already 28), and were horrified when she fell pregnant (as a result of a burst condom at a critical time). But they accepted the situation in good grace. Twenty months after Greg was born, along came Pam as well, just a few days after Marge's 20th birthday. As they felt they could not afford more children at that time, she had an IUD fitted. This eventually caused problems, and around the same time that they had relocated, Marge went on to the pill. In spite of being a teenage mother, Marge managed to complete a course in dress design, and was able largely to work from home creating items for a very exclusive boutique, where she occasionally served over weekends. This helped to boost their income while Roy's business was still developing, while still allowing her to be at home for the children most of the time. Marge is now 6 months pregnant. Her socialite friends in the neighbourhood are thrilled for her, although they giggle about the gap between the new baby and her older kids. How the local gossipers would relish the truth if they got wind of it!! For Marge cannot be sure of who the father of her baby is. In fact, the truth might well come out eventually, as there is an odds-on chance at her baby will be much too chocolate-coloured to be consistent with their white Anglo-Saxon family backgrounds. This is the story of how this situation came to be, as told by Marjory in her own words. ..................... Marjory's story ................... As the children became less dependent upon me, I found that my sex drive increased enormously. Unfortunately, Roy was increasingly caught up in his work in the IT company, and spent quite large amounts of time away from home. When he returned, he was often tired and stressed, so that I had little relief, and seemed to be horny all the time. I masturbated many times a day, and fantasized about increasingly bizarre affairs. The start of the change from fantasy to reality was about two years ago, when we moved to the larger suburban house. It had a large back garden that was secluded on three sides, but the fence between us and the neighbour on one side was a little rickety, and completely open at one or two points. This neighbour was a single German guy, Kurt, who was about five years younger than myself, and seemed to be at home a lot of the time. He directed TV adverts, and had periods when he worked night and day for a week or more; but then seemed to do nothing perhaps for a couple of weeks. He was an absolute dish: tall, blonde and athletic, with a bit of an arrogant air about him. I soon noticed that he had an array of girls spending time with him, and from what I could hear across the fence, he really had them all at his beck and call. It was not long before we were chatting across the broken fence. It was early spring when we moved in. He had a private swimming pool, and as the weather warmed up (quite early in our part of the world), much of the time Kurt was dressed in no more than a brief swimsuit which showed clearly that he was very well-endowed. Soon, my fantasies revolved around Kurt, and as I masturbated I imagined him ordering me to suck his cock, or forcing himself on me. Like a schoolgirl, I started wearing flimsy clothes in the back garden, often with no bra (something I didn't often do, as my tits are a definite C-cup size with large nipples that harden rather easily) and with strategic buttons popped open. I got quite wet when I noticed him looking at my tits! Shortly before the children finished school for their summer vacation, I was working one still warm morning in the back garden. I could see Kurt cleaning his pool, and we waved to each other. After an hour or so, he called across to me, to ask whether I'd like to share a drink with him. I slipped through the fence and joined him, and we reclined on two loungers, sipping ice cold fruit juices. I made some remark about how inviting the pool looked, to which he responded: "Well, feel free to have a dip". I said I would slip to get my swimsuit, but he said: "Why bother? We're quite private here; we can skinny dip". I tried to argue, but his forcefulness soon overcame my inhibitions, and a few minutes later we were splashing around naked in his pool. Before long, he had his arms around me from the back, and had placed his hands on my breasts. I could feel the nipples hardening as he leant over and started kissing me. His stiff cock was pressing against my buttocks. I tried to struggle, telling him that I was a married woman, that someone would see us, etc.; but he ignored my protests almost disdainfully. I hardly noticed as he lifted me out of the pool, and lay me on one of the loungers, with my feet on either side, leaving my womanhood gaping open. He dropped between my legs, and moved up to start sucking on my nipples which were now rock-hard. At the same time, he pushed two fingers up my pussy, as his thumb rubbed on my clit. I still moaned "No .... No .... No", but my quickly juicing vagina betrayed me totally, and almost uncontrollably I thrusted my pelvis against his hand, trying to get more of it into me. His lips moved up my breast across my neck and to my lips, where I welcomed him open-mouthed. His tongue entered my mouth at the same time as his rigid prick penetrated my vagina. It felt so delightfully full, he was obviously much thicker than Roy; and longer as well! I could feel the head rubbing the entrance to my cervix in a way I never felt with Roy. I was in ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasmic climaxes swept over me. Kurt seemed to go on for ever, although it couldn't have been much more than 5 or 8 minutes before he spasmed and pumped me full of his sperm. For a while I lay in post-coital bliss, but then suddenly became aware of what I had done; the first time I had been unfaithful to my husband, who had also been my only lover up to that moment. "Oh God, what have we done; what have you done to me?" I wailed in dismay, as I pushed him off of me. I grabbed my clothes, and ran for the fence. I heard his voice almost mockingly calling after me: "Why are you going so soon? Is it something I said? Come swim again soon!". I was almost in tears when I ran into our house, I was so ashamed of what I had done. How could I face Kurt or Roy or my kids again? But in between it all, I could also not erase the memory of those exquisite sensations as he had filled me with his cock. Well, I managed to shower and to clean myself up, and was more composed when Greg and Pam returned from school. They asked me why I was so quiet, but I don't think I otherwise gave anything away. That night, I initiated love-making with Roy, initially to assuage my guilt feelings, but was almost surprised when I came strongly again. For the next few days I avoided the garden and seeing Kurt, although I could not get the memory and feeling of our frenetic fucking in the open air out of my mind. On the next Monday morning at about 10am, some time after the rest of the family had left, there was a ring on our doorbell. When I opened it, there was Kurt leaning on the wall, with that mocking smile of his. He was dressed in t-shirt and shorts, and I could clearly see the outline of at least a semi-erection in his shorts. "I thought you'd be just the person to lend me a cup of sugar" he smirked, holding out a mug. Before I could even think of a response, he walked in through the door, closed it, took me in his arms and kissed me. I pushed back to no avail, but then against my better judgement relaxed and began returning the kiss. His hands found the zip at the back of my summer dress, and within seconds that was lying in a heap at my feet as he unclasped by bra which quickly joined my dress on the floor. Kurt threw me effortlessly over his shoulder, carrying me wearing only my panties to find our bedroom. I beat my fists on his backs, crying out for him to put me down. He ignored my cries, and in truth I was becoming quite turned on by this near- rape scene. He found the room, and dropped me on the bed, immediately crawling up between my legs. He pulled a knife from his pocket, and simply cut through the elastic of my panties before tearing them off. His head dipped into my crotch and I felt his tongue running up and down my pussy lips, every now and then teasing my clit with a quick flick. Gradually his tongue went deeper and deeper, and after a while he sucked on my clit each time his tongue reached the upper end of my crack. I went wild. I could not control myself. My legs thrashed about, I played with my nipples, and I screamed as I had never done before. Roy had never done more than plant a couple of kisses on my vaginal lips, in spite of my urging him to do more, so this was a new experience for me. In the meantime, and without breaking his licking and sucking, Kurt had stripped off his clothes. He then swung himself round with his legs pointed to the head of the bed. His straining cock was level with my face, and I brought my hands up to caress his genitals. I had not previously seen them very closely. Now I found that I couldn't close my hand around it; and when I clasped both hands one above the other around it (like holding a baseball bat), the entire head part still stretched beyond my fists. His hairy balls were equally massive. Tentatively I sucked the head of his shaft into my lips. At this point, Kurt rolled over on to his back, dragging me with him, so that my legs still straddled his face. Now his tongue could probe even deeper! With one hand, he pressed gently on the back of my head, forcing me to take more and more of his cock into my mouth. I felt the tip against the back of my throat and nearly gagged, but an almost automatic swallowing reflex occurred, and the next moment his cock was right down my throat and my lips were on the base of his shaft. Kurt really began fucking my face at that point, thrusting so hard that it hurt a bit. But at the same time he alternated between tongue-fucking me and sucking on my clit, while he inserted first one and then two fingers up my anus. I went absolutely wild as orgasm after orgasm seemed to hit me. I sucked and licked on his prick, and kept up a swallowing action on its tip down my throat. As I hit the largest climax of all, I was aware of his groaning and the feel of his cum shooting down my throat. Gradually we relaxed and slowly fell apart. Kurt turned himself round so that we lay on our sides facing each other, and we gently started kissing again. Within 15 minutes this had progressed to heavy french-kissing again, and I could feel his shaft rock-hard against my thigh. I allowed my legs to fall wide open, and I pulled him across to lie on top of me. His cock slipped instantly right up to the hilt in my juicy hole. I raised my legs up; he slipped his arms under them, and lifted my calves to rest on his shoulders, as he started to fuck me in real earnest. My God! I had never had my vagina feeling so full, and I could feel him penetrating right into my uterus. I thought he would pop out the other side! I went absolutely berserk, as I had never in my life done before. I heard myself screaming; I beat my legs on his shoulders, and thrust harder against him trying to suck him in almost as the reverse of the birth process. I came and came as never before, and when he finally pumped his load into me, I almost passed out. When we ultimately recovered from our passion, Kurt pulled me to me feet and drew me into the shower, where we tenderly washed each other. Then, completely naked, we went downstairs to the kitchen. I half-heartedly protested that someone might come and catch us, but Kurt simply laughed and said "let them!". He got me to make up eggs, bacon and coffee, and we enjoyed a breakfast sitting still totally naked in the living room. A little later, we opened a bottle of wine which we polished off (but I think that I ended up having a lot more than half ... a pattern that would often be repeated in the next months). I became a little drowsy, and slept for a while, resting my head on his naked thighs. I awoke to the feel of Kurt' fingers gently rubbing my clit. I glanced at the clock, and started worrying that one of the kids might return early from school, as it was already after 1pm. But that didn't seem to worry Kurt, and he ended up fucking me from behind as I leaned over the arm of a chair. Shortly after that, however, he grabbed his clothes and went out the back way to his house, and I had time to clean up and get properly dressed before Greg and Pam returned from school. ............................................................. This set the scene for the next six months or so. Kurt took me entirely for granted as his cum-dump for whenever he felt the need (and had no other girlfriends visiting). Within a week , he had offered to let our family have unrestricted use of his swimming pool, and also offered to help with remodelling of our garden. Roy, in fact, helped him clear a convenient path through the fence between our properties. Very soon none of the family seemed to consider it strange to find Kurt in the house when they returned from school, friends or office, perhaps enjoying a cold drink. Kurt insisted that I leave our backdoor unlocked at all times, so that he could walk in and fuck me at his convenience. I would be working somewhere in the house, and would suddenly feel his hands on my tits or pulling my panties down, and the next moment he would be pumping away into me from behind, a position he seemed to enjoy. I was in a continual state of sexual arousal, so that I would come almost immediately, even when caught unexpectedly. At times I felt I should not let myself be used in this way, but the problem was that I found myself increasingly turned on by being his sex-object, and even came to resent the times when he had other girl friends around (during which time I needed to relieve myself by hand, or by making use of the dildo and vibrator which Kurt gave me ... as he also liked to watch me playing with myself). Kurt also seemed to be particularly turned on by fucking me in positions or times where there was a risk of being caught! Many was the time that he would appear in the house not long before the children were to return from school, and would have me on the couch in the living room, or even in my bedroom, blouse open, skirt up round my waits, bra and panties off as he fucked me, knowing full well that in my state of arousal I was incapable of fucking quietly! On a few occasions, his cock was still buried up my cunt when we'd hear the front-door opening. At such times, I would end up greeting the children and preparing snacks, not wearing bra or panties and fully conscious of Kurt's cum leaking out of my pussy. I had a strong suspicion that Greg at least was aware of my braless state. Even when others were in the house, Kurt was not scared to slip a hand into my blouse or under my skirt to cop a quick feel. Twice over the six or seven months after the start of our affair, Kurt spent the entire night in my bed. On both occasions, Roy was away on business, while the kids were having sleep-overs with friends. On these occasions, Kurt brought over some of his extensive selection of XXX-rated movies, which we played on the VCR in our bedroom. He would also bring a pack of wine-coolers, which we consumed with gusto; afterwards, I realized that Kurt encouraged me to consume much more than he did, so that I was usually pretty sloshed before too long. We lay naked on my marriage bed as we watched. I had never thought I would get so turned on by porn, but I was! The combination of Kurt's caresses, the sights and sounds of other couples fucking, and the sheer thrill of the danger of being caught in flagrante turned me on beyond belief. I just wanted to fuck continuously, and well nigh wore even Kurt out! While waiting for him to recover, I would use the dildo and vibrator to bring myself to orgasm after orgasm. I found myself being turned on particularly by movies showing women entertaining multiple partners, and even of gang-bangs. As I masturbated, I fantasized about numbers of men queueing up to pork me. It seemed only a matter of time before we would get caught, as Kurt would often stay in my bed until hardly minutes before one or other of Greg or Pam were due home. And, indeed, it was on the third occasion on which Roy and both children were away for the night, that we were well and truly caught by Greg. ................................................. This occurred a little over 6 months after I had started fucking Kurt. He had received a business offer that he could not refuse, and within a few weeks he was ready to move to another city. I had mixed feelings. On the one hand, I was still often racked with guilt, and felt that this perhaps would break my addiction to illicit sex. But on the other hand, I had to admit that I had become dependent on continual sexual stimulation which could not be entirely satisfied by artificial cocks! On the weekend before Kurt was due to leave, Roy was again away, while Pam was going with a friend's family on a camping trip from Friday to Sunday. I suspect that I was a little too eager to suggest that Greg might like to spend Friday night with friends, as he looked at me a little strangely before agreeing that it may be a good idea. Before getting to that last night with Kurt, I need to describe something of what had been happening with Greg and Pam over the previous year or two. Pam had just turned 14 by this time. She had entered puberty quite young, and by the time she turned 12 she had already developed a quite substantial pair of tits rivalling mine, and was regularly menstruating. She was by that time already quite boy-mad, although to her frustration boys of her own age were still largely uninterested. As a result she started dating boys a bit older, and judging from her flushed look when she had been with them, she was getting quite deeply involved. About two months before her 14th birthday, she had shown up with Jon, a motor-bike enthusiast of about 17. I should have been worried, and put my foot down, but I was so entangled in my own affair with Kurt that I took no action, even when she went on quite long outings with Jon and a number of his biking mates. From about the time Greg had turned 14, he had become increasingly cocky and arrogant. He also took to sleeping in the nude, and when Roy was not around often swaggered between bedroom and bathroom completely naked. More often than not, he sported quite a substantial hard-on, which he made no effort to hide. Pam told him he was disgusting, and I made various feeble protests, but these he ignored. I think he saw how Kurt treated his girlfriends, and started to emulate this attitude. Over the few months before the events I shall now be describing, Greg had taken to deliberately brushing himself against Pam and myself. At times he would hug me from behind, and I would definitely feel his boner pressing against my arse cheeks. At other times, he managed to press his arm against my tits semi-accidentally, and would rub against them. I knew that I should take some action, but in truth I found it just a little exciting that my own son could find me attractive, especially given my own heightened sexuality at this time. In any case, that last Friday night came round. Pam was picked up by the parents of the friend she was spending the weekend with. Greg took a small backpack with his goods, and headed out after kissing me goodbye while squashing himself against my tits. He put his arms round me as well, and I'm sure he noticed that I was not wearing a bra. I hoped he didn't realize that I was without panties as well. They were hardly gone before Kurt appeared through the back door, complete with videos and wine coolers. He slipped his hands under my skirt and found my bare arse. In one swift movement, he had the dress over my head and on the floor, leaving me totally naked except for high-heeled sandals and a gold chain round my waist. While kissing me fiercely, he pushed me back into our sitting room and against our sofa on to which I collapsed, my legs falling wide open. In an instant, he had his own trousers off and fell on top of me, his cock immediately finding its mark and penetrating deep into my vagina. I started cumming almost instantly, and I thrust my pelvis hard back against him. He pulled my legs back over his shoulders and I could feel the tip of his penis caressing the entrance to my womb. I knew this was crazy; one of the children might return any moment to pick up something they had forgotten, but I couldn't care. I grabbed my hands round Kurt's arse-cheeks, and pulled him more tightly into me. It was only minutes before I could feel his warm spunk filling my womb, and I milked his cock with my vaginal muscles for as long as I could. But I couldn't hold on to his slippery cock for ever, and a few minutes later as our breathing started to return to normal it slipped out with a gentle 'plop'. "Wow", I gasped, "that was quick but fantastic!". Kurt offered me one of the wine coolers which I swallowed back almost without break, before taking another. The result was that I was already quite tipsy when Kurt carried me up to the bedroom, and dropped me on the bed while he inserted the first video in the player. It turned out to be a mild bondage video, showing a woman of roughly my age being bound up in various ways as three somewhat younger guys raped her repeatedly. I must have downed a third cooler while watching this movie, as I began feeling hotter and hotter. By the time the movie came to an end, I was sucking ferociously on Kurt's cock as I rubbed my own clittie in desperation. Kurt lay back and laughed at me. "That really turned you on, you little pervert! Let me get you more into it." With that he produced some ropes and handcuffs out of a bag he had with him. As I giggled in my slightly sloshed state, he handcuffed my wrists together above my head. He then attached a rope to it which he looped around the one bedpost, but allowing some slack (so that I could move my hands together to the bedside table and help myself to another cooler which stood there). As I drank, he attached both of my ankles rather more tightly to each of the posts at the bottom of the bed, leaving me spreadeagled with my legs wide open. He then threw the key of the handcuffs to the other side of the room leaving me at his mercy. This turned me on so much that I could feel my pussy juices leaking out. I wanted to rub myself, but of course couldn't. Kurt inserted the next movie, and joined me on the bed. He teased me sucking gently on my nipples, and gently rubbing his finger up my crack. I was going almost berserk as he brought me to the edge of orgasm without letting me cum fully. I screamed "you bastard, put it in me ... fuck me ...". Then slowly he relented, by sucking harder and longer on my tit while starting to finger fuck me more vigorously. I was on the point of coming when .... FLASH!!! .... Kurt pulled back and I looked up to see Greg holding his new digital camera which his father had bought for him a few weeks earlier, and with a broad wicked grin on his face. FLASH ... a second picture of me lying with my legs wide open. "Oh my God", cried Kurt. He grabbed his clothes and rushed out, leaving me on my own with my fifteen year old son and his camera. I called to Kurt to untie me before he went, but he was gone. I struggled in vain against my bonds. "Please untie me", I pleaded with Greg, but he just grinned, and to my horror started taking more photographs of me. "No way", he added; "I rather like seeing my sexy mother in all her glory". He then sat down next to me and began watching the movie still playing on the screen as he rested one hand on my thigh, gently stroking along the inside, edging ever nearer to my pussy lips. "No, turn off the VCR", I cried, "the movie is for adults only". "Oh dear", he replied with a wicked grin, "you mean it's OK for me to see my mommy fucking the neighbour, but that seeing it on the screen will corrupt me ... the trouble is, I think I'm already corrupted". I stretched across to grab another wine cooler from the side of the bed, and downed it to soothe the dryness in my mouth. This was a bad idea, as I was already somewhat tipsy, and I spilt some of the liquid, which Greg managed to capture on yet another camera shot. At that point, he saw my vibrator lying on the bedside table, which he picked up an inserted into my cunt, turning it on. The inevitable happened; against my conscious will I started to come ... more photographs! Then, to my further horror, I realized that Greg was shedding his clothes, and I stared in fascination at his quite substantial hard- on sticking proudly out. He kneeled on the bed next to my head, which he grabbed and pulled towards my cock. "No ... No", I screamed again, "I'm your mother ....". But even as my mind told me this was evil, my body was reacting to the situation I was in, and I opened my mouth almost instinctively to swallow his rampant organ. I was already so used to deep-throating Kurt that I naturally moved my throat into position to accept the full length of his cock, as my nose pushed hard against his pubic hair. Only dimly now did I become aware of more flashes as the camera went off. I did become aware of his spasmodic jerking as he shot cum down my throat. Greg pulled out of my mouth, and crawled down my body, pausing to suckle on the teats he had fed from as a baby. I had enjoyed the sensation even then, but now this was driving me to the edge of orgasm. His lips went lower, across my belly and down into my crotch, where he ran his tongue up an down my nether lips, pausing sometimes to suck on my clit. I thrashed around on the bed, no longer caring that this was my teenage son, it was a man, and I needed a man. By now his manhood was at full attention again, and as if from a far distance I watched as he knelt between my splayed legs and positioned his cock at my hole. Slowly, slowly I felt it penetrate, and before belong he was thrusting deep into the same hole out of which he had come nearly 16 years earlier. Once again there were flashes, as he took further pictures of his penis sliding in and out of my vagina, but I was beyond caring. I thrust back at him as the first of my orgasms swept over me. It seemed to go on forever. I must have screamed the place down. Then, with a series of grunts, Greg pumped his seed deep into my womb. I must have passed out around then, as result of the alcohol and orgasmic pleasures. When I awoke again, the house was dark and quiet, and I had been untied. I just rolled over and went back to sleep. When I awoke again, it was morning. Gradually my befuddled mind cleared, and in horror I started to recall the events of the previous night. Was it a bad dream? Unfortunately, no! I staggered out of bed and slipped on a robe, and went to find Greg. I heard him in his room, and as his door was open, I went in. He was sitting at his computer. I gasped in horror, as I saw on the screen a photograph of my self sucking an anonymous cock, a look of depraved pleasure on my face. Greg heard, and turned around with a wicked grin. Idly, he started hitting keys, and one by one, pornographic images of myself, clearly recognizable, appeared on the screen. "Please, Greg, you must delete those now, before anyone finds them on your computer", I cried. "I'll do anything you want, but you must get rid of them". He leaned back and smiled. For the first time, I noticed that he was naked, with a massive erection sticking up, which he slowly stroked. "Well", he grinned evilly at me, "I could delete them. I suppose you are capable of deleting them while I'm not around. But let me warn you that I have backed up all these pictures on to two separate password-protected internet back-up services. So as regards doing anything I want, you had better keep to that promise. You wouldn't want me to get cross and to post these to an open internet site, perhaps e-mailing the address to some of your friends or to Dad!" I stared at him in horror, with a cold feeling in my stomach. "You wouldn't, would you", I gasped out. "Try me", he grinned again. "Wh .. Wh .. What do you want of me" I stammered out. "I'll need to think my demands through", Greg said pensively. But as a start, why don't you go and get me some breakfast before you leave for the boutique". (It being Saturday, I was going there for a few hours.) That sounded easy, so I turned to go. But his voice stopped me. "My first demand is that while we are alone at home you will remain naked at all times, so take off that robe before you go downstairs" he stated in a calm voice. "No ...", I started to say. He turned to his computer screen with the words "well let's see where we can post these". Almost in tears, I slipped the robe off in front of him, dropped it in my room, and went downstairs to get his breakfast. A few minutes later, Greg appeared, equally naked, and sat down for me to serve him with the bacon, eggs and toast I had prepared. "Why don't you suck me off while I eat", he suggested. I paused, saw his expression, and resignedly crawled under the table to do his bidding. Once I started, however, I found myself being turned on by this degraded position, just as I was with Kurt. I rubbed my clit with one hand as I massaged his dong with the other, sucking it ever more deeply into my mouth. Before long I was deep- throating him. "Jeez, mom, that's fucking way out ... you really are a fantastic cock-sucker" he screamed as he thrust himself hard into my face. Before long, I could feel his jism spurting into my throat, and I was almost sorry that it was so quickly over. "Do you have a dildo as well as a vibrator?" he asked as he regained his breath. Reddening, I said yes. "Go fetch it, and also pick up the camera in my room", Greg ordered. "No please, no more pictures", I pleaded. "It's that or I post what I have!" was his unsympathetic reply. So I did what I was told. Greg directed me to sit on the kitchen table, and to work myself to an orgasm with the dildo as he shot off further pictures. Once again, once I got going I became increasingly aroused and was soon writhing around in genuine orgasm, hardly noticing him taking his pictures. When I came back to earth, I realized that I was late, and would need to get going for my shift at the boutique. I told Greg, to which he replied: "Well, OK, you had better get going. But my second demand is that when you are not naked with me, you will no longer wear any underwear. And only short skirts, definitely no pants at any time. Let's go check your wardrobe for something suitable". I tried to protest, but to no avail; it was that or have him post my pictures. Strangely perhaps, I worried more about going braless than pantieless. It's not that my breasts are all that large; they don't really droop that much without support. But I have huge and dark aureolae that I was always a little embarrassed about. And what's worse, any stimulation or a bit of cold weather, and they seem to me to stand out like little penises. But, fifteen minutes later I was on my way to the boutique, wearing a thin knitted top that definitely showed my nipples if you looked carefully, and a short white skirt that was almost halfway up my thigh. And of course, no bra or panties. I had to move very carefully that day, and even so I noticed the men who came into the store eyeing me very intently. At 4.00pm my shift was over, and Greg met me at the door. He slipped his hand under my skirt to check that I was obeying instructions, and then told me that we were going shopping. Firstly, he wanted me to buy a couple of pairs of really high- heeled pumps which I was to wear at home when we were alone, and at other special times he would nominate. We were to try a few stores. If a woman assistant asked if I needed help, I would say I was just looking around. We would keep trying stores until a man offered to help. I would then ask to see three or four pairs, and would sit to try them on until I had selected two pairs. It was only at the fourth shop, when a young guy of about 19 asked if he could help, and so I went into my routine as Greg watched from the side. Although I tried to be discreet, I am sure that the young man had glimpses all the way up to my pussy; he was certainly VERY attentive. I could hardly look at him, and I felt my face blood-red, but at the same time my pussy was juicing up and I longed to rub myself for relief. After leaving the shoe store, we went to my car, and Greg instructed me to drive to a nearby sex-shop. He told me to put on one of my new pairs of shoes. He then instructed me to go into the store and to purchase the largest dildo they had and two fuck videos, preferably with a mother-son incest theme. The guy behind the counter leered at me as I made the purchases, and yet again my face was beetroot-red but my pussy soaking wet. Back home, I put my purchases away in a safe place and moved to the kitchen to get something to eat. Quietly, Greg said: "Aren't you forgetting something?". Oh hell, I was supposed to strip again, and to put on the high-heeled shoes. "But what if someone comes to visit us?" I wailed to Greg. "OK", he replied, "I'll cut you some slack. You can hang that beach wrap of yours at the front door, and if someone comes you can slip it on". Now this wrap was normally worn over my swimsuit. It buttoned up the front, and the hem was well above mid thigh. Furthermore it rather tended to flap open below the bottom button which was only an inch or two below my crotch. It also showed substantial cleavage at the top. But still, it was better than nothing. So I went to my room, stripped, and brought down the wrap to hang behind the door. "But", Greg went on, "in return for this slack, you must answer the door if anyone comes. In fact, to test out your willingness to obey, I have ordered a pizza for our supper. When the delivery boy comes, invite him right inside while you look for your purse to pay him". By now, I was totally in Greg's control, and I did as I was told without murmur. When the delivery boy came, it turned out to be Sean, one of Greg's school friends who was about a year older than him. When I opened the door, Sean's mouth dropped and he tried hard but unsuccessfully not to stare. I asked him in, and Greg kept him talking for some while, during which I felt the boy's eyes burning on me. Although he tried to hide it, the bulge in Sean's pants was very evident. Once Sean had left, and I was naked once more, we had pizza and wine before sitting to watch the movies. Greg made me sit on the floor between his legs as he sat on a chair. It was a stone-tiled floor, but he allowed me to get an old blanket so that I did not have to sit on the cold floor. Greg had me insert the new dildo deep into my cunt as we sat there. He made me fuck myself with it from time to time; for the rest I had just to leave it inserted. His hands played with my tits, and every now and then he pulled my face into his crotch to suck him. Before the first movie was over, he had come for the first time. He shot his sperm all over my face and tits, and made me rub it in. He would not allow me to go to the bathroom to clean up. In fact he would not allow me to go to the bathroom at all, for any reason. Even when I pleaded to go for a desperately needed piss, he would not let me up. In fact, he ran his hands down my front and started to put pressure on my bladder. I groaned ... I wriggled ... I begged, but he would not give in. Eventually the inevitable happened, and to my huge embarrassment, I started to pee on the floor (well on the blanket I was sitting on). Even then, he kept me sitting there in my piss, until we had watched both movies right through. By that time, I had peed again twice, and he had shot another load over my shoulders which he made me rub into my tits as well. Eventually, when both movies were finished, Greg got up and stretched. "Go dump that blanket in the laundry, and get yourself showered before you come to bed", he ordered. I did as I was told, and by the time I got to my bedroom, he was in my bed, lying on his back stroking a huge erection. "Come, ride me, you slut!" I knew that I no longer had control. I sat astride my son, and with my hands guided his rampant organ up my gaping hole. The combination of the sex movies, the stimulation of the dildo up my pussy and of Greg's hands on me, and the turn-on caused by my humiliation in front of him for the past few hours, had me desperate for the relief of a full climax. I rode him like a woman possessed, masturbating myself on his cock as I rubbed my clit. He lay there passively smiling, but reached up to start pulling on my nipples. I went berserk! I screamed and bounced wildly, calling irrationally for him to "give momma your seed ... fill my womb ... Oh I wish I weren't on the pill ... I want your baby". Oh the blessed relief as I climaxed more than once before feeling Greg letting fly with his sperm. As our passion subsided, I dropped down to lie next to Greg. He turned off the bedside lights and I must have been instantly asleep. I awoke the next morning to feeling of Greg's hard-on pressing in between my arse-cheeks. With a sigh, I opened my legs to allow him access. Eagerly, his young cock pushed deep into my cavity as he took me from behind. His one hand played with my tits and twisted my nipples as he thrust with an ever-increasing tempo. I was still half-asleep as I felt his warm sperm spray into me. There was no more any doubt: I was Greg's sex toy; his cum-dump whenever he wanted. And I was satisfied with this situation. --------------------------------- With Yahoo! Mail you can get a bigger mailbox -- choose a size that fits your needs <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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