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Subject: {ASSM} Dominated By My Son -  Chapter 2 - ...Submission (3/8) (inc, m/F, mDom, S and M)
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 15:10:02 -0400
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Before I could respond those eyes drew closer to me, then I felt the
tentative touch of warm lips on mine, it was a brief kiss, no more
than a fleeting second, but it sent a shiver of excitement through my
whole body. With a sigh I felt my whole body relax against my son, I
knew in my mind that what was happening was wrong and that I should
somehow stop it, but at the same time I had been craving the attention
of a man for such a very long time and in the end I just surrendered
to the sensations of bliss running through me. I felt fingers lightly
lifting my chin until I was looking into my son's eyes again, he must
have seen my surrender written there because he smiled then leant
forward and kissed me firmly. His lips came down on mine in a
burningly passionate kiss that sent tingles of delight spreading
through me, I felt his hands tugging at my back then my dress felt
suddenly loose and I gasped into his mouth at the knowledge that he
had opened the straps of my dress.

Parting our lips my son pushed the dress from my shoulders and slid it
down my body, it fell in a crumpled heap around my ankles as he took a
step back and gazed at me in the bright light of the living room, I
felt my nipples tingle as his eyes passed over them and my pussy ached
as his eyes went lower. I could feel my juices beginning to soak the
crotch of my miniscule panties as he gazed at me. He smiled and looked
at my face, in his eyes I could see what he wanted, I knew that I, not
he, would have to remove my panties, it would be an expression of my
surrender to him. My hands trembled as I lowered then to the waistband
of my panties and slowly pushed them down, deep inside me a little
voice of reason was screaming at me to stop, but I ignored it in
favour of the powerful feelings running through me.

"God you are a beautiful woman mother." Victor breathed as I stepped
out of my panties.

"Victor!" I gasped out as his hands started to undo his own clothing.

I felt mesmerised, trapped, unable to protest or move as I watched my
son undress in front of me, his eyes constantly roaming over my body
and when he pushed off his underpants to reveal the raging erection he
bore I felt the breath catch in my throat. It was at that very moment
that I realised who the Dominators first intended victim had been, the
one they had all voted for so enthusiastically, it was me!

"Victor!" I said weakly as this realisation hit me and as he raised
his hands to my breasts.

"Hush mum," he said quietly as his hands stroked my boobs "just enjoy
it."

I was having no trouble in that despite all my inner shock at what was
happening I was enjoying it more than I had ever enjoyed anything in
my life, still a part of me wanted to put a stop to it, to end the
foolishness before it went too far, but I couldn't find the will to
act as I knew I should and when my son began to tease my nipples I
felt only bliss as an orgasmic tide rose in me. I felt myself starting
to shudder as one of my son's hands slid down my body to my pussy
while he leant forward to take my nipple in his mouth, I felt like two
people, one who was watching as though from a distance feeling shocked
and terrified by what was happening, the other feeling wild elation at
the pleasure my son's attentions were giving me and when I felt his
fingers slide into my pussy while his thumb pressed on my clit I cried
out in sheer delight. It never even occurred to me to wonder how a
16-year-old boy could arouse me with such seemingly experienced hands.
A few seconds or minutes or hours later I felt my son's hands moving
from my breast and pussy, his mouth releasing my nipple, then he was
holding me firmly, I gasped as he swept me off my feet and lowered me
to the carpet with my body still shaking from orgasmic bliss.

"Please Victor we mustn't!" I gasped out weakly.

I felt so mixed up and so wildly excited, I knew that if I let my son
have me I would give myself to him totally, I would be his to own and
I also knew that this was his wish, to make me his slave! I was torn
between surrendering to him and my inner fear of what enslavement
would mean, it was so confusing, but Victor felt no confusion as he
came between my legs and pressed his cock to my pussy.

"VICTOR!" I cried as I felt him surging into me, my body rising of its
own accord to meet him.

If I had felt ecstatic before I felt overwhelmed now as my son began
to move his cock in my pussy with a deliciously slow, firm stroke,
leaning over me he twisted his head to suck at one of my nipples while
he used one hand to play with the other and his other arm to support
himself, all my thoughts were suddenly engulfed by pure bursts of
delectable sensations. As those sensations ran through me I knew that
any chance I may have had to resist was gone for good, I could hear
myself crying out as though I was listening from a distance, my cries
begging him to 'fuck me', pleading with him to 'fill me', deep down
inside I felt disgusted at my reactions, but all I could do was feel
as I rode on roller coasters of ecstasy. Victor was moving faster in
me and I was moving with him, it was as though my body had taken total
control as it savoured what it desired to the full, in a moment of
clarity I found that I had wrapped my arms and legs about his body,
holding him to me as his cock slid in and out of my burning, virtually
virgin pussy and my mind was overwhelmed by sensations again. Then my
son thrust into me and groaned, his body trembled against mine and I
felt a burst of heat deep inside me as his semen flowed thickly,
screaming out my passion as my body bucked and writhed under him I let
myself drown in the sheer bliss of the moment. When my peak faded I
could still feel my son moving in my pussy even as his cock began to
shrink, at last Victor rolled off me and I lay panting and shaking,
unable to control the tremors that ran through my body or my ragged,
over-excited breathing, beside me my son sat up and I sensed that he
was looking down at me, turning my head I looked up at him with glazed
eyes.

"You are fantastic." Victor smiled down at me, his chest heaving from
his exertions.

The whole situation was bizarre, here I lay on the thick pile of the
living room carpet feeling fully satisfied for the first time in my
life, but it had been my own son that had given me that satisfaction!
I could feel his juices start to trickle from my pussy as I lay gazing
up at my son, one thing I was thankful for was that I had been
sterilised at my husbands' insistence. Deep down I knew that what was
happening was wrong, but I still could not believe that I had let my
son seduce me. What was worse was that I knew that I would surrender
myself to him again; he had touched something within me that craved to
be controlled by him. Shame, guilt even fear coursed through me, but
at the same time I felt fulfilled, desired and contented; right or
wrong I wanted the sensations of pleasure Victor gave me.

Victors' eyes roamed over my body again; there was a smile of
satisfaction on his lips and something else that I could not define in
his eyes. Then he was touching me again, I gasped as I felt his
fingers squeeze one of my nipples, with a will of it's own my boob
pressed up to his hand as I gave a low cry of pleasure at his touch.
My cry grew louder as the fingers of his other hand thrust into my
pussy, as I cried out my bliss I understood what that look in my sons'
eyes was, power! He knew he had power over me and inside I felt shame
at my own weakness. Yet I rose to an overwhelming orgasm under his so
expert touch, his fingers pushing into me with an almost cruel force
that was driving me crazy. Some minutes later the words my husband had
tried to say earlier came back to me and with a shocked gasp I opened
my eyes to look up at my son.

"He knew!" I gasped, "Your father knew what was going to happen!"

"Of course he did," Victor smiled down at me, leant over, kissed me
then went on "I told him before I told him to leave for London."

"Oh God!" I gaped at him "I know what you want of me Victor, I heard
you talking the night you formed your Dominators club."

"I know you know mother," he smiled even more broadly as he reached
out to stroke my boobs again "I saw you with your ear to the vent that
night, I knew you had heard what we had been saying. Why do you think
I wrote your name down rather than say it out loud?"

"You knew?" I gasped in disbelief.

"It was all the sweeter seducing you knowing that at some point it
would occur to you that you would become my slave." he laughed "I do
love you mother, more than you could ever know, but I also want you as
a man wants a woman, a dominant man and a sub woman. Tonight I shall
enjoy your company to the full; tomorrow you meet the other club
members. For now I want you to suck me off mother, I want you to use
that beautiful mouth on my cock."

"But I've never..." I faltered under his gaze.

It was his first true order to me and I knew that I would give him
what he wanted, there was no point in protesting. Kneeling up as my
son lay back I leant over his semi-limp cock and licked it all over
before taking the tip of it into my mouth, taking a little more of him
in I ran my tongue around his shaft and sucked gently. In moments my
son was fully erect again, his flesh growing into my mouth as I licked
and sucked at it, I was surprised that it felt so hard yet so soft at
the same time.

"Move your head mother, fuck me with your mouth as you did with your
cunt." Victor instructed.

I could feel tears of guilt and shame filling my eyes as I did as he
ordered, sliding my mouth up and down on his hard cock and enjoying
the sensation of it moving in my mouth, on my tongue and on my lips.
My sons' body began to give little jerks upwards as my mouth slid down
on him, then his hands came to the back of my head and I felt him push
me down on him. I gagged as his cockhead pressed to the back of my
throat, yet he persisted with the pressure of his hands, I knew about
deep-throating from porn films and books, I had even read a guide to
it that I had found online, but it was something I had never expected
to do! Especially not something I had expected to have to do the first
time I sucked on a man's cock. But it was clear that my son wanted me
to deep-throat him and I blinked back even more tears of shame as I
pushed down on his erection of my own volition.

Working slowly I pressed down on his erection, as I felt it press
against the back of my throat I tried relaxing my throat muscles and
fighting the gagging the sensation. When the feeling of choking got
too strong I would pull back, pause a moment then push down on him
again sucking a little more of his cock into my mouth each time I went
down, my tongue sliding all the way forward under his cock. Gradually
his cock worked its way into my throat and as I grew more used to the
way it felt my gag reflexes began to weaken, at this point I tried to
swallow while pushing down on him. It was with a mixture of pride, joy
and shame that I felt his cock enter my throat, for a moment I stopped
swallowing and breathed deeply through my nose while trying to relax
even more. A few moments later I pressed down a little further and
Victor made a soft moaning sound of pleasure that encouraged me to
continue my efforts.

"Oh yeah," Victor groaned as I slowly worked his cockhead further into
my throat "that's the way mother darling, take it all in."

Take it all in he'd commanded and slowly I managed to do just that,
all 9 inches of him nestled in my mouth and throat as my lips pressed
to his groin tightly. Slowly I pulled back feeling his hardness
tugging at the walls of my throat as it slid outwards, the sudden
relief of pressure I felt when the cap pulled out of my throat made me
feel light headed for a moment. Yet I was determined to give my son
what he wanted and after only a brief pause I pressed back down on his
erection, taking his flesh back into my throat in a slow steady
motion. The sounds of my son's pleasure at my actions served to
spurred me on and gradually I achieved a slow bobbing movement that
kept part of is cock in my throat at all times. Nor was my son the
only one gaining pleasure from my actions, despite the feeling of my
throat being stretched I found myself starting to enjoy the slow slide
of his flesh in my throat.

For a while he let me govern the pace, but then, as I pressed down
again and my lips kissed his groin I felt his grip on my head tighten.
His hands held my head still for a brief time, then pulled my head up
until just the head of his cock remained in my throat, once again his
hands held my head firmly. Suddenly his cock surged into my throat as
he bucked his hips upwards, I gave a gurgling squeal around his
erection as it filled me, then a groan as he pulled back to repeat the
process. With hard thrusts my son fucked my throat and mouth for a few
minutes, then he lay still and his hands moved from my head. I knew he
had been showing me what he wanted me to do and now he was waiting to
see if I would obey without being told. He gave a gleeful laugh as I
pushed down with as much force as I could then pulled back to do it
all over again, fucking him as he'd been fucking me, fast, hard and
almost cruelly. Taking him at this pace was the hardest thing I had
ever done, but to my surprise I gradually found myself not only
getting used to this new tempo but also enjoying it even more!

Time lost meaning as I deep-throated my son with as much force as I
could, my eyes brimmed with tears of humiliation, but at the same time
I felt so aroused by my actions and the very humiliation that filled
me. Deep inside I knew that my feelings of shame, horror, humiliation
and shock would never leave me, but I also knew that the sensation of
excitement, bliss, delight and fulfilment would be what would control
me.

"Tomorrow," Victor said breathlessly as I continued to deep-throat him
"the rest of the boys will be wanting you to put up some show of
resistance I'm sure. Think you could pretend to fight a little?"

I knew he was expecting me to find a way to answer him, I also knew
that I would have no problem in putting up a fight for his friends, it
would be real as my submission to them would not be the same as it had
been to my son. Though had he told me to let them take me without fuss
I knew I would have done so. For now my son was expecting an answer,
all I could think of was to make a nodding motion with my head at the
same time I tried to say yes with my voice, but the sound was nothing
more than a humming gurgle.

"I take it that you said yes." my son breathed heavily.

Over the next few minutes my son laid back gasping and sighing with
pleasure as I fucked him with my mouth, my jaws were aching badly when
at last my son thrust his hips off the floor and groaned. Suddenly his
cock was swelling and jerking in my throat, and then I felt a gush of
thick, warm fluid into my throat as Victor climaxed making me gag and
gulp desperately to take his flow. He seemed to flow for ages, but
eventually the flow ended and he lay back again, he hadn't told me to
stop so once more I began to thrust my throat on him again. For a
while his cock began to soften, but then it started to harden again
and I tried to thrust even harder on him.

"You can stop now mother." Victor commanded.

Sitting up I felt my boobs bouncing as I gasped for breath, my son
smiled up at me then reached out to stroke my pussy, as his fingers
pushed into me I felt a wave of bliss wash over me, I groaned with
pleasure and fought to keep my eyes open so my son could see the
excitement in my eyes. He smiled at my efforts to keep my eyes open
for his pleasure and fingered me all the harder, his thumb pressing
and rubbing on my clit so deliciously that I climaxed within minutes.
With a terse command my son had me kneel over his face and for the
first time in a night of firsts I felt a man's tongue probing and
pushing at my pussy. There on the lounge floor my son took me through
two orgasms with his mouth and tongue, sensations of such force ran
through me that I thought I would faint with pleasure. As I came down
from my second climax Victor had me stand up, taking my hand he led me
up to my room.

"Get on the bed mother," he commanded "on your hands and knees facing
the dressing mirror."

I did as ordered, crouched on the bed I faced my own reflection and
knew that my son was going to take me from behind so that I could
watch both my own humiliation and my excitement. The bed bounced as
Victor came onto it, I saw him reflected over my back as he came into
position behind me.

"Keep looking yourself in the eyes" he commanded.

Then his cock was surging into my pussy with one hard thrust, I cried
out with pleasure and saw the sheer glee in my reflected eyes. Victor
started fucking me hard, his cock ramming home with each thrust
sending me into a frenzy of delight, yet I somehow managed to keep
looking into my eyes in the mirror. In those reflected eyes I saw the
tears of my humiliation and joy, the surging rise of bliss that ran
through me each time my son rammed home, the glaze of each orgasm that
ripped through me. A sudden sharp crack rang through the room and my
voice rose to a virtual scream as I felt my son's hand slam into one
of my buttocks. God the pain of it! God the pleasure of it! Sobbing I
thrust back against my son's cock and waited for the next slap of his
hand on my flesh that I knew would come sooner or later. When it did
eventually come I was already in the throes of a climax, the sharp
pain mixed with the peak of my pleasure made me scream out, in the
mirror my image screamed too, her eyes brimming with tears, her mouth
open as she gasped through waves of bliss and pain. From behind me I
heard my son groan as he pushed deep into me, I felt his cock swell
and jerk then the heat of his flowing juices filling me.

After a few straining moments Victors peak passed and he was fucking
me as though in frenzy, I felt my senses reeling as he forced me to an
even higher plateau of pleasure. Despite this I was mindful of his
last command and did my best to keep looking into my reflections'
eyes, I was not totally successful in this though as my head drooped
with the sensation running through me. My son was determined I would
see my humiliation through though; his fingers caught at my hair and
pulled my head up so that I could see myself again. In this position
he fucked me through another climax then pulled his cock from me, only
his arm around my waist and his hold on my hair prevented me
collapsing to the bed trembling. In the mirror my eyes went wide as I
felt his cock press to my anus, using only my juices coating his cock
my son forced his cock into my arse in one hard thrust that had me
screaming.

"Fuck me with your arse." Victor commanded as he held still in me.

Blinking back tears I moved my lower body on him, slowly I pulled away
then thrust back, pulled away and thrust back, mixed waves of pain,
pleasure, shame, exhilaration, humiliation and bliss crashed over me
as I began to move faster and harder on my sons' cock in my arse.
Gradually the pain faded to be replaced by nothing but pleasure, the
shame and humiliation remained with me, but they only seemed to add to
my pleasure and his! Ages passed, I was sobbing with exhausted
pleasure, but I kept up my motions in the knowledge that he had to
come in my back passage, to violate this last hole with his jism.

"Should I spank you some more?" he asked breathlessly.

"If you want to." I gasped out.

"What do you want mother?" he asked.

"I want whatever you tell me I want." I gaspingly replied.

"I think I want to beat you." he said softly.

His hand hitting my buttock was anything but soft, I cried out my
pain/pleasure for my son to hear, and savour, moments later I cried
out again as he hit the other buttock. Then he was alternating between
buttocks, hitting them in a hard even rhythm that had me sobbing,
screaming, and climaxing! As I came my arse tightened around Victor's
cock, with a loud groan he pushed into me and I felt the swell, jerk,
heat of his climax as his seed spurted into my bowels. A few moments
later he was thrusting in me again, but after a few strokes he stopped
and pulled out of my arse. His hands released their hold on me and I
fell twitching and jerking in orgasm on my stomach on the bed, dimly I
felt the bed bounce, but I was so lost in my ecstasy that it meant
little to me at all.

Moments passed and gradually my senses returned, I felt exhausted and
still tingled with excitement, still gasping for breath I managed to
kneel back up on my hands and knees and looked at my dishevelled
reflection. Victor was standing to one side of the mirror looking
tired, but so satisfied; he was smiling softly at me as I struggled to
stay on my hands and knees.

"You can sit on the edge of the bed." my son said gently.

It was a mixed blessing to sit, my backside still burned from the
spanking he had given it, but at the same time the heat was making my
pussy twitch with excitement I didn't know I had the strength to feel.
I smiled weakly up at Victor and waited for his next command or
action.

"What are you mother?" Victor asked with a smile.

At first I didn't understand the question, I tried to think what he
could mean and it was a fleeting thought that I was in the same
position as the woman enslaved by her son in the internet story that
gave me the answer I somehow knew he was looking for.

"I'm your whore." I breathed.

"What did you say?" he said with his smile broadening.

I knew he had heard me, but I also knew that I had to debase myself
loudly and fully to him.

"I'm your whore." I said in a firmer voice.

"Exactly!" he laughed "And what does my whore do?"

"Whatever you tell me to." I answered without hesitation.

He nodded then looked at me, his eyes passing over my body lustfully
but also appraisingly.

"Let's go take a shower mum," he said at last "you look worn out and
you have a heavy day ahead of you tomorrow."

We showered together, his hands washing my body as I washed his; it
was a sensuous and exciting experience. Under the shower my son took
me with such gentleness and tenderness that was a stark contrast to
the forcefully brutal way he had taken me earlier. Tired though I was
I managed another couple of orgasms before my son pulled out of me and
shot his sperm over my stomach, it slithered away in the stream of
water that washed over us constantly. Leaving the shower we dried each
other and then headed back to my room, Victor climbed into bed beside
me and held me tight to him as I lay feeling sleepy and oh so
satisfied.

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