Message-ID: <43136asstr$1056913802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: scorpio00155@hotmail.com (Scorpio00155) X-Original-Message-ID: <8a750c5.0306290639.5c1bf359@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 29 Jun 2003 14:39:20 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 29 Jun 2003 07:39:19 -0700 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 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/43136> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+