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Subject: {ASSM} Dominated By My Son -  Chapter 4 - Another Mother Submits (5/8) (inc, m/F, mDom, S and M)
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When I awoke I felt gloriously happy, tired, but oh so happy. I know I
should not have felt that way, I know that technically I was
'corrupting' minors, but those minors had taught me more in one day
than I had learnt in my lifetime. Stirring sleepily I opened my eyes
and turned my head towards the warm body beside me. It was no surprise
to see that the body belonged to my son; he was half sat up in the bed
looking down at me with a smile on his lips and a loving, but devilish
twinkle in his eyes.

"Morning mum." He said softly as he reached out to stroke my hair.

"Mmm," I yawned "morning my darling boy."

He laughed then became calmly serious, it suddenly struck me that he
might be having guilty second thoughts about the way he had dominated
me then allowed his friends to do the same. Inside me I could still
feel my own guilt at my surrender to them, but it only served to
excite me and I began to dread that when my son spoke it would be to
end the oh so fulfilling role I had been placed in. For what seemed an
age Victor sat unspeaking, his eyes looking at me while his face bore
a growing frown.

"Mother," he suddenly broke the silence "how do you feel about what
has happened over the past few days?"

"Feel?" I repeated unsure of what his was asking "I feel shame and
humiliation for letting my own son have sex with me, for letting you
take control of me and for letting your friends do the same...."

His frown deepened as I spoke, he genuinely seemed concerned about the
effect events were having on me and I felt my heart leap with love for
him and his concerns.

"But" I continued, "I don't ever want to end what you and the other
boys are doing to and with me! I have never felt so fulfilled, so
satisfied, so gorgeously ecstatic in all my life. Victor darling, I
have no explanation why I let you take me that first time, but I am so
glad you did."

"Then you are happy to be my, or our, sexual plaything?" he grinned.

"Mind? Lord no, I love it, I can't get enough of it!" I laughed
meaning every single word I'd said.

"In which case," Victor laughed as he threw off the bedcovers to
reveal his rampant erection "assume the position my darling little
whore!"

Without hesitation I lay back, parted my legs and held my arms up to
receive him. Not five minutes later my blissful cries of ecstasy were
ringing around the room as my son fucked me hard.

Some glorious time later we finally got out of bed and, after a
sensuous shower together, dressed and went down to breakfast. I felt
deliciously wicked as I went about the normal routine of making coffee
and cooking breakfast in what was to become more or less my 'at home
with Victor uniform'. This 'uniform' consisted of a sheer blouse, a
short skirt, suspender belt, stockings and high heels, no bra and no
panties, dressed thus my son could take me or touch me at any time it
pleased him. So exciting was the mere thought of my accessibility to
him that I had a minor climax as I sat to eat breakfast and Victor
hadn't even touched me yet!

"Victor," I asked as we slowly ate our meal "why.... what made
you....?"

I faltered, unable to ask one of many questions that had come to mind.
But it was as though my son was reading my mind; he smiled across the
table at me, and finished my question for me.

"Why did I chose you to be our first 'victim'?" he said, I nodded and
he continued "I had considered you from the very beginning of the club
idea, but it was catching you listening in on our formation night that
settled it. You looked so flushed and excited by what you had heard
that I knew you would be 'ripe' for the picking, so to speak."

"But how did the club come about?" I asked quietly.

"Ah, well you can blame that on the internet I guess." he grinned
"though I personally think it's something you are born with, a need to
dominate sexually that is. For others it's the need to be dominated,
get the two kinds together and you have a good time. Which doesn't
answer your question does it."

I shook my head in the negative, even though his comment had been a
statement rather than a question.

"It grew from wild talk between ourselves after we got at the porn
areas of the Internet, courtesy of dad's credit card. All of us got
hooked on the D/S stories & some of the S&M ones too, a few of us,
including myself liked the incest stories as well, particularly if
they had elements of D/S or S&M in them. So we got to fantasising
together about it, what we'd do to our victims, how we'd make them
behave and the like until one day someone, Ray I think it was, said
'Hell, why don't we do it instead of talking about it?' It kind of
rolled from there, the night you listened in was the night the
Dominator club officially formed, 8 Doms and not a sub to share
between us."

"Until me." I grinned.

"Until you," he laughed "and you are going to be 'it' until one of the
others brings a new slave to us."

"But why don't you break a new one in?" I asked.

"Because" Victor laughed "membership to the club comes with a price,
each member has to at least attempt to enslave his chosen victim, and
only if they fail does the whole group do the job."

"You had me fight them to teach them how to break down a victims will
to resist them!" I gasped in disbelief.

"Do you mind that I used you that way?" he frowned.

"I don't mind at all Victor," I laughed "it was one of the most
amazing times of my life! So if I understand you correctly, each of
the others must try to master a woman then bring her to the club to be
mastered by all the members. If they fail we lure the victim here to
be broken by the group en masse. Yes?"

"Spot on." He grinned.

"Well I hope one of them gets a move on," I grinned "much as I love
what you are doing to me it's wearing me out, I certainly hope there's
someone else to share your attentions soon!"

Victor laughed at my comment and then added to my tiredness by having
me lie forward over the kitchen table while he took me in the arse.

A couple of weeks passed, during the course of which my son took me on
a daily basis, in fact more than that, took me almost every hour or
so, his sex drive was phenomenal! In between times the Dominator club
took me three times a week, it was exhausting, but deliciously so and
I knew that once the boys went back to school their 'meetings' would
drop to once or at most twice a week. Yet even though I loved every
blissful moment I began to pray that one of the other boys would bring
in a new slave just so that I could get a few moments to recover.

My prayers were finally answered during the third week following my
submission to my son. He and I were sitting in the living room, me on
his lap with his cock up my pussy and his hands tightening the special
clamps he had placed on my nipples, I was right on the point of climax
when the damned phone rang! Without losing a stroke of his cock in my
pussy Victor reached over and grabbed the phone with one hand while
his other carried on tightening the nipple clamps.

"Hello." He said then paused "Oh hi Paul." Pause "Just servicing my
slave." He said with a laugh while I tried to bite back a cry of
orgasmic bliss unsuccessfully "Yes, she certainly is enjoying it.
Anyway, you didn't call to listen to my mother getting her brains
fucked out. What was it you wanted?"

I sat shaking and shuddering on my son's lap as he listened to Paul on
the telephone, all the while his cock was sliding deliciously in my
pussy and his hand tugged at the clamps on my nipples until I climaxed
yet again.

"Yes of course," I heard Victor say through my orgasmic haze "come
over now, both of you." Pause "Fine, I'll see you shortly then."

Victor hung up the phone then gave me his full attention by speeding
up the pace of his fucking, which drove me to a frenzy. By the time he
climaxed deep inside me I was flopping around like a rag doll from
orgasmic overload. He let me sit still for a few moments after his
climax had faded then gently lifted me off him and sat me down on the
sofa beside him.

"We'll be having company in a little while," he grinned at me "you've
got time to go and freshen up quickly, straighten up your clothes and
fix your make-up."

As I hauled myself to my feet to do as he had said I wondered who Paul
had been told to bring with him, then my thoughts turned to my own
pleasure again as Victor's voice caught me just before I left the
room.

"By the way," he grinned at me "leave the nipple clamps on."

Still high from my orgasms I made my way upstairs and freshened up as
Vick had instructed, cleaning myself, putting on fresh make-up and
getting my clothes into some sort of order took all of 15 minutes, to
which another 5 minutes was added by the minor climaxes the nipple
clamps kept giving me. Trembling with post and pre-climax excitement I
rejoined Vick in the lounge 19 minutes later, he smiled at me as I
entered, seeming to sense the effect the clamps were having on me. He
had me stand in front of him for a few minutes, his eyes watching me
as I rose to another peak, then he had me sit on the arm of the
armchair he had sat himself in.

"When our guests arrive," Vick said "I want you to bring them in here
then come and sit where you are now. Don't say anything until told to
do so. Is that clear?"

"Yes Victor." I smiled.

"I think you are in for a surprise." He laughed "Don't show it though,
act as though you were expecting it."

I was intrigued by his words, they seemed to imply that Paul was
bringing a fresh slave to the club; only I couldn't understand why
Victor had him come without the rest of the boys being there. As I
puzzled on the situation the doorbell rang, I got up, answered the
door, and barely managed to stifle my surprise when I saw that Paul
had his mother with him. Leading them into the lounge I sat myself on
the arms of Victor's chair and looked at Paul's mother, Helen, she was
a small woman, almost petite, yet her body was well curved in
proportion to her size. Although I knew her from school meetings and
the odd coffee morning I didn't know Helen that well, but at that
moment in time she seemed to me to be nervous about something. Paul
sat in one of the other armchairs while his mother moved to stand
beside the chair he was in and it suddenly came to me that I may no
longer be the only slave for the Dominators to play with. This thought
made my already excited body shiver with orgasmic delight, but I
somehow managed to keep myself still and my face composed, though all
I really wanted to do was to fall to the floor in a quivering heap!

"Paul?" was all Victor said.

Paul nodded and looked at his mother, he patted the arm of the chair
indicating she should sit; I was not surprised when she did as he
wanted and assumed a similar position to my own. Out of the corner of
my eye I could see my son's face, though his expression gave nothing
away I saw his eyes flicker appraisingly over Helen's body briefly
then look to Paul.

"Vick," Paul said, as my son looked at him again "I would like to
bring my mother to the club as our second slave."

"You have mastered her?" Victor asked as though Helen and I weren't in
the room with them.

"Yes, I have." Paul replied with a broad grin "I followed your advise
on how to proceed, only as it turns out I could just have taken her."

"Interesting." Victor commented raising one eyebrow "I don't see why
you felt you needed to see me before bringing her along to the club
though."

"Well it's the breaking in by the other club members," Paul sighed
"I'm afraid mom will simply submit without any struggle at all."

"I see no problem with that." Victor smiled.

"But your mother...." Paul faltered, then his eyebrows rose as he went
on "You commanded her to struggle so the rest of us could feel we had
achieved her dominance ourselves?"

"Yes and no." Victor smiled "I told her to act as she would had I not
dominated her. In a real sense you and the others did break her will
to yours. But I don't think whether she struggles or not is your main
concern, is it."

"No." Paul sighed, "As always you cut through the bull. My problem is
that anyone, and I mean literally anyone with an ounce of forcefulness
in them could dominate my mother."

"Ah." Victor responded then looked at Paul's mother "Helen, you
explain this."

Helen blushed and looked at the floor, when she responded she spoke
softly yet clearly.

"I've always been a sub," she said, "though Paul's father never knew
this and until yesterday Paul didn't know it either. I've tried to
resist it, I really have, but there are so many from the old days who
know what I am and take me as it pleases them."

"If I understand you correctly," Victor interrupted "you were a sub in
the D/s scene before you met your husband."

"Yes." Helen almost whispered.

"And" Victor continued "Doms from that time, and perhaps a few they
have passed you on to have played D/s games with you since you
married."

"Yes." Helen replied even more softly "Any man that is firm and
demanding could have me and so many have."

Victor frowned and sat back in his chair with his eyes looking towards
the ceiling. A strained sort of silence fell on the room as we all
waited for Victor to speak, it was as though the whole world had
stopped and was waiting on his reactions.

"Helen, you are a true sub and" Victor finally said looking at Helen
"as I understand that you have to obey your master of the time."

"Well.... yes." Helen replied with a puzzled tone to her voice.

"So if your primary master, Paul, were to command you not to obey men
other than those he gives you permission to obey you would have to
follow his command. Yes?"

"Yes!" Helen breathed as realisation of what my son's solution was hit
her.

"Paul." Victor said looking at his friend.

Without hesitation Paul had his mother kneel in front of him then
commanded that from that point on she was to obey the commands of only
him and those he ordered her to obey. His voice was firm and dominant,
but I could sense the suppressed glee he was feeling at having found
such a simple solution to his dilemma. I was actually having to hide
my own surprise at the maturity of thinking my 16 year old son had
shown, it suddenly struck me that in all he had done so far Victor had
shown a wisdom and maturity far beyond his years.

"Yes master!" Helen's eager voice cut across my thoughts.

Paul went on to name each member of the Dominators, starting with
Victor that she was to obey.

"You will not take orders from anyone other than those I have named."
Paul finished.

"Yes master!" Helen responded.

"Paul." Victor said softly "Don't forget your father."

"It wouldn't occur to him to give her orders." Paul grinned then added
another instruction to his mother "You may have sex with father as
normal."

"Now that is settled," Victor smiled "I suggest you take your mother
home and get her ready for tonight's meeting."

"Tonight!" Helen gasped "Oh god!"

All of us were surprised when she collapsed to the floor shaking and
gasping, there was very little doubt that her collapse had nothing to
do with nerves and everything to do with her having a sudden and
powerful climax. Being honest I knew just how she felt, but I managed
to maintain my calm exterior while all the while my whole body was
trembling like an over tightened guitar string! Paul was staring down
at his trembling mother with surprise written all over his face, but
my Victor showed no surprise just a knowing smile and an amused
twinkle in his eyes.

"I take it the idea of coming tonight appeals to you Helen." Victor
quipped as she slowly drew her still shaking body to its feet.

I had actually had to cover my mouth with a hand when I realised the
double significance that Victor had put on the word 'coming', Helen
was unable to conceal an almost girlish giggle when she caught on to
the double meaning.

"It most certainly does." She finally responded.

"Mother," Victor said without turning to look at me "take Helen
upstairs to freshen a little after her, ahem, 'flush'."

"Yes master." I replied even as I was crossing the room to assist
Helen.

I can hear some of you wondering why I had switched from using my
son's name to 'master', it was simply a matter of etiquette, we were
not alone and our guests were a member of the Dominator club and his
slave. None of this crossed my mind as I helped Helen steady herself
then guided her up to my room where I showed her my bathroom and let
her freshen up a little. I sat on my bed while Helen was in the
bathroom and wondered if my son's order to me to take Helen upstairs
was a ruse to allow him to instruct Paul on what to instruct his
mother to do when they arrived that evening.

"That feels a little better." Helen said with a shy smile as she came
out of the bathroom "I've never climaxed without anyone touching me
before."

"It is an amazing experience." I agreed with a smile of my own.

"You've had it happen to you too?" Helen seemed surprised.

"Only this very morning, just being in Victor's presence seems to get
me going." I laughed.

"Uh, Melanie," Helen said blushing again "how did.... uh.... how did
Victor...."

I knew what she was asking, but for some reason she couldn't seem to
get the question out. So I saved her further effort and told how I had
submitted to my son and the rest f the boys.

"I am thankful that you are to become my sister slave," I finished
"I've been getting worn out being the sole recipient of the attentions
of my son and his seven horny friends."

Helen's laughter was light, almost like a birds merry trilling as she
replied, "Now I'm here you'll only be half as worn out."

We laughed happily together, somehow I knew that we would become good
friends and not simply because we had being sex slaves to our sons in
common.

"Can I ask Helen," I said a few minutes later "how did you come to
submit to Paul?"

"I think he was following a plan suggested by Victor," Helen smiled
"it sounds similar to how he got to you, Victor that is. I'm not sure
whereabouts we'd got to in the planed stages, I know I had started
dressing and making-up for Paul, he'd even given me a few un-son like
kisses, and that was where things went off the rails."

"What happened?" I asked burning with curiosity.

"Paul found out accidentally how easy I was." Helen grinned "It was
yesterday morning, he seemed out of sorts and a bit snappish. I'm not
sure what sparked it off, but he suddenly looked at me with a hard
gaze and said he wanted me to 'strip and lie myself over the kitchen
table, face down and with my legs spread', he said it so forcefully I
just acted without even thinking. I guess it must have shocked the
hell out him that I was so easy, but he didn't let that deter him,
thankfully I'd got turned on by his forcefulness because he had his
clothes off and was fucking me to a lather within ten seconds. God I
loved the things he did to me!"

Helen paused in reminiscence, her lips curving into a sensuous smile
as she remembered those things her son had done to her.

"Anyway," Helen laughed as she brought herself to the present "having
dominated me accidentally Paul got the reason why I was so easy out of
me. I don't think he was happy about me being open to any man with a
forceful nature, I know he was trying to find a way to keep me as his
slave without outsiders having me as theirs as well. He couldn't think
of anything so he called Victor, the rest you know."

"That's our master calling." I smiled as I heard Victor calling me to
come down with Helen

A few minutes later Paul and Helen had left for home and I finally got
to fall to my knees shivering in orgasmic bliss! Victor laughed and
waited until I had enough strength back in my legs to stand and follow
him into the lounge.

"Paul and Helen will arrive about thirty minutes before the others
tonight." He informed me as he flipped my skirt up, bent me over and
had me grasp my ankles "Keep Helen out of sight until I call you to
come into the clubroom." Briefly my son finger fucked my sopping pussy
then thrust his full 9 inches into me to the hilt in one hard motion
"Paul will explain the 'dress code' to his mother, she'll have to wing
the rest."

Victor had to stop talking then because I had screeched into a massive
climax that had me bouncing on his cock in frenzy.

That evening Paul and Helen arrived early and while my son went off to
the clubroom with his friend I took Helen into the lounge. I was
already 'dressed' for the evening in suspender belt, stockings and
high heals, with my face made up tartishly.

"Let me take your coat." I said to Helen as we waited for the rest of
the boys to arrive.

She smiled and took off her coat to reveal that she was dressed as I
was, and she looked delectable in her outfit, so much so that the old
nutshell of 'good things come in little packages' crossed my mind.

"Melanie," Helen commented as I turned back to her from hanging up the
coat "you look absolutely gorgeous, I can understand why your son
wanted you as the first slave."

"I was just thinking how delectable you looked." I laughed.

"I'll look even more so once I get the war paint on." She grinned.

It took only a few minutes in front a mirror for Helen to apply her
make-up, and I instantly knew I was going to have to get her to teach
me how she managed to get herself looking like an expensive whore and
a sweet little virgin at one and the same time. We sat down side by
side on a sofa and chatted, our conversation had nothing at all sexual
about it, yet sitting there in our suspender belt, stockings and high
heals while we talked was such an amazing turn on that I had a minor
climax and by the shiver she gave I think Helen had one too. Then we
both looked towards the partially closed lounge door as we heard the
doorbell shortly followed by my son's voice greeting the rest of his
friends, their voices fading as they moved along the hall towards the
clubroom. We both sat in silence as we awaited the call that would
start our evening of sexual bliss.

When Victor called to me to join them I took Helen's hand in mine and
led her to the clubroom door. I knocked and waited for permission to
enter before opening the door and stepping into the room, closely
followed by Helen. As always all turned my way as I entered, but this
time their eyes slid past me; six of those pairs of eyes widened in
delighted surprise.

"Gentlemen," Victor announced as Helen and I walked the length of the
room to stop and kneel facing his chair at the centre of the horseshoe
of chairs "tonight we have a new slave for our pleasure. I think you
all know Paul's mother Helen."

The rest of the boys nodded or voiced an indication that they did
indeed know Helen and would be getting to know her even better very
shortly.

"Helen," Victor turned his attention to her "do you submit your will
to the group here as you have already submitted to Paul?"

Paul had obviously coached his mother well because her answer came
without a moment's hesitation.

"Yes Master Victor," she responded "I submit myself to all those in
this room and no others, as my primary master has commanded me to do."

"How will you prove your submission to us?" Victor asked almost
ritualistically.

"By submitting my body to whatever acts you may wish to perform on me
or have me perform." She answered instantly.

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