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Subject: {ASSM} Dominated By My Son - Chapter 1 - The Seduction and... (2/8) (inc, m/F, mDom, S and M)
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Chapter 1 - The Seduction and...

Victor had turned 16 shortly before the school broke up for summer,
not that this seemed to change anything, but he was a year older, and
so was I. It was the Saturday after the school broke up, I had been in
my room relieving my sexual frustration with the aid of a vibrator and
one of the incest stories I had by now got hooked on. The particular
story I was reading was about a mother whose son had turned her into
his whore, as always I felt shocked and aroused by the content of the
incest story and for some reason my mind drifted to my son. I knew
that he and his circle of seven friends were in their "club" room, the
room had been an unused library until Victor had taken it over, he and
his friends met in there regularly, though I had no idea what they got
up to.

My thoughts lost focus as an orgasmic haze drifted gently over me, but
they returned as my peak faded and died. Relieved but still
frustrated, as was always the case, I sat up on my bed and wondered
just what the eight teenagers got up to in that room. Smiling to
myself I decided to satisfy my curiosity; dressing in my usual slacks
and blouse I headed for the small bedroom beside the boy's clubroom. I
had noticed some time back that there was an air vent that connected
the two rooms. I knew from accidental experience that if the vent was
opened what was said in the adjoining room could be heard very
clearly. Almost on tiptoe I entered the small bedroom and crossed the
room to the air vent, it was high up on the wall, but by climbing on a
stool I could easily reach it.

Quietly I slid the vent open and a young male voice came drifting
through the vent, then another responded and as I listened I gathered
that their conversation was more or less general. It seemed they did
not get up to much at all and I felt a little disappointed by this,
but I carried on listening and my patience was rewarded.

"So," came my son's voice from the vent "we going to form this club or
what?"

What club, I wondered.

"Hell yes!" came a chorus of relies.

I heard the boys laughing then my son's voice rising to call them to
order.

"In that case I call the first meeting of the Dominators to order." He
laughed, "The first order of business is to elect officers for the
club. Any nominations for chairman?"

I felt amused by the light-hearted formality of the proceedings, the
name of the club amused me too and I wondered just who or what the
Dominators planned to dominate. Amidst laughter and cross chat I heard
Victor's name put forward for the chairman role, then I heard them
voting and that was it, by unanimous vote Victor was the chairman of
the Dominators. I listened with enjoyment as the boys formed
themselves into a club complete with chairman, secretary and charter.
The last interested me as it would give me an idea of what the club
was about.

"Okay," I heard Victor's voice over those of the others "you all know
what this club is about..."

"I don't." I muttered to myself as it dawned on me that I might not
hear the details of the club's activities.

"... so I won't go into all that again. Who wants to start the ball
rolling with a proposition for a victim?"

"Mary Wilson!" one of the boys responded almost immediately.

A general discussion broke out among the boys that seemed to be a
weighing up of the charms and assets of this Mary Wilson. All of which
left me none the wiser, though it was a relief to hear the boys
discussing a girls' attributes rather than those of another boy. This
went on for some time and just before the "chairman" called them to
order again I could have sworn I heard a door bang. Feeling a little
guilty about my eavesdropping I looked towards the door to the room I
was in, I had left it open to avoid making any sound with it's
closing, it was still open as I had left it. Then my son's voice drew
my attention back to the vent.

"Well perhaps Mary may be a suitable candidate in the future," he was
saying "but I happen to know that she is away with her family for the
next three weeks. I do have a nomination though, I will write it
down."

I could have yelled with frustration at his words, now I'd never know
who the intended person was, nor what they were being nominated for.

"You can't be serious?" one of the boys commented sounding amazed by
whatever he had read.

"Why not?" My son responded.

"Hmmm," the same boy said thoughtfully "she is one of the best looking
women we've ever seen."

"You can say that again!" one of the other boys laughed, "Vick, I vote
yes."

"Thanks Len." Vick answered "Alan, John, Paul, Ray, Adam, Ian?"

One by one the boys voted as my son called their names, it was a
unanimous vote in favour of the person my son had named on paper.
Still none the wiser as to whom the nominated person was I listened as
the boys laughingly discussed what they would do to and with this
person. This part of their conversation took my breath away, what they
described was nothing less than the total domination of another
person; their club name was the club's activity! I could barely
believe what I was hearing, eight 16-year-old boys talking about
bondage, humiliation, domination and even rape, not that I had to
wonder where they got their ideas from; it was obviously from the
Internet. Then I felt my pussy go warm with arousal as I remembered
the details of the story I had read while masturbating such a short
time before hand. I chided myself quietly for letting their
conversation get me aroused, but that did not stop the arousal
growing.

Suddenly there was silence from the vent, I glanced towards the door
and wondered what had caused them to go silent. I decided that it
might be wise for me to go elsewhere just in case the boys left their
clubroom and found me with my ear pressed to a vent in the next room.
Quietly I got down from the stool and crept out of the room, my heart
skipped a beat when I heard a roar of laughter, but it was a relief to
know the boys were not coming out.

Back in my room I sat on the edge of my bed and thought about what I'd
heard the boys discussing, of course this got me excited again and
this time I gave way to my arousal. Undressing quickly I grabbed my
favourite dildo and began to plunge it in my pussy as the boy's words
went round and round in my head.

"Definitely bondage," one of them had said "tie her up in every way we
can think of!"

"Nah, spank her." another had said "Beat her until she begs us to do
whatever we wish to her!"

"Gang bang her!" another had laughed.

"Fuck her arse!" another had shouted.

"Why not all of these things?" my son had laughed loudest of all
"After all, we would own her, she'd have no other choice other than to
submit to our wishes."

"Assuming that we will 'own' her." one of the boys had commented
soberly.

"Oh we'll own her," my son had replied equally soberly "one way or
another, we'll own her."

It was at this point that I decided to flee, but those last words made
me feel a little uneasy about what the boys were planning, it had all
sounded like a horny teen fantasy game until my son had uttered those
words in such a low, serious voice. Whether I felt uneasy or not it
was still a major turn on and I had a delightful climax only moments
later.

Later that afternoon, after his friends had gone home, my son joined
me in the lounge where I was watching a romantic video. He sat beside
me on the sofa and watched the film quietly for a while, but after a
while he twisted in his seat to look at me.

"Mother," he said quietly "may I ask you something."

"Of course you can." I smiled turning to face him "I've told you
before that I am here if you need to talk."

"I know," he smiled "but this is sort of a personal question."

"Oh my," I laughed "I thought they taught that sort of thing in school
these days."

It took him a moment to catch my meaning, but then he laughed along
with me.

"They do, but I don't think they could answer this one." he laughed.

"Ask away Victor." I smiled.

"Mother, you are a very attractive woman, all my friends say so too
and I wondered..." he seemed to falter.

"You wondered?" I encouraged him.

"I wondered why you dressed down the way you do." He said in a serious
tone.

It had never struck me that I had been dressing down, but it did occur
to me that I rarely wore dresses or skirts; it was always slacks or
trousers suits or, occasionally, jeans. I thought about this and it
came to me that I never bothered to dress nicely unless my husband was
taking me to some function or another where I was expected to "shine"
as his wife. Under normal circumstances it was rather pointless
dressing up for my husband since he was into men, not women.

"Sorry mother." Victor said breaking into my thoughts "I didn't mean
to disturb you with my question."

"Eh, oh I'm not disturbed." I smiled "Just thinking about the way I
dress and why. I really can't answer why I dress as I do, but would
you like me to dress differently?"

I had emphasised the 'you' deliberately, not for any sexual reason,
merely to let him know that I valued his opinion.

"Would you?" he asked, "Dress more attractively, I mean?"

"If you would like me to." I smiled "I'd even go back to wearing
make-up if you like."

"That would be wonderful!" he beamed at me.

"Very well then," I replied with a broad smile "I will make more
effort with my looks as from tomorrow."

Satisfied by my answer my son settled back to watch the rest of the
film with me while I smiled softly to myself, pleased that I had been
able to make my son happy so easily. As the film rolled towards it's
conclusion I pondered on my wardrobe, I had a large number of dresses
and skirts, and I bought the clothes to make me feel better about
things, which they did at the time. Yet I had hardly worn any of these
clothes up to now, other than for brief moments in the privacy of my
room, it was actually quite thrilling to think I would now be wearing
them for my son and his friends.

The next morning I rose, showered and selected a light summer dress
from my wardrobe, bra panties and tights completed the ensemble and
after applying a little make-up I went downstairs to join my son for
breakfast. As I entered the dining room Victor looked up and smiled, I
saw him smile his approval of my attire as I crossed the room.

"Well?" I grinned as I sat down at the table "Is this better?"

"Most definitely mother." He grinned back at me.

"Victor, I wish you'd just say mum instead of that so formal "mother"
you use." I sighed.

"Okay, mum," he laughed "but would you do me a favour and call me Vick
instead of Victor."

"It's a deal." I laughed.

A little later in the day I caught Vick looking at me speculatively,
his gaze seemed to be focused on my legs and I teasingly posed to show
off my legs better.

"Didn't you think I had legs?" I laughed.

"I did wonder at times." He laughed ruefully at being caught "It's
just that I was wondering if those lovely legs were encased in
stockings or those god awful tights things?"

His response surprised me, especially his expression of disgust about
tights.

"I'm afraid these are tights." I answered his question "Not to worry
though, I'll not wear them again."

He smiled his thanks at me while I thought to myself how easy it was
to make a teenager happy.

"By the way," I teased, "do you really think I have lovely legs?"

Okay, so I was fishing for compliments, being married to a man that
didn't even notice you meant there were very few compliments in my
life and I was definitely enjoying receiving them from my son. He
grinned and looked at my legs, then looked at my face.

"Mum, you have beautiful legs," he answered softly "what I have seen
of them anyway."

Laughing I hitched the hem of my dress up almost to the level of my
crotch and posed again.

"Well what do you think now that you can see more of them?"

"All I can say is 'wow!'," he grinned with his eyes fixed on my legs
"they'd look even more beautiful once you get them into stockings
though."

"Flatterer." I laughed.

I felt really good about myself after that conversation, so much so I
went right up to my room and changed my tights for a pair of self-grip
stockings. Looking at my reflection I had to admit my son was
absolutely right, my legs looked a lot better in stockings than
encased in tights. In a fey moment I grabbed all my tights and tossed
them into the waste bin. As I left my room I heard the doorbell going,
a moment later I heard the sound of multiple voices as my son's fellow
"club" members entered the house. I wondered to myself what his
friends would say if they could see me dressed as I was, with a mental
laugh I decided to find out, more than that, I also decided to show my
son I had followed his suggestion about changing into stockings. It
was a little exciting knowing that in a few moments I would be
flashing my legs at a group of horny young teenagers, one of whom was
my own son.

"Hello boys." I smiled as I descended the stairs.

All eyes, including my sons' turned to me as they returned my
greeting, I felt a thrill run through me as they looked approvingly at
my dress-clad body. It was nice to know that even at my age I could
get such glances from young men.

"Vick, I took your advice," I smiled at my son as I reached the bottom
of the stairs "I changed into stockings. Look."

Once again I raised the hem of my dress to show off my legs to my son,
only this time seven other pairs of eyes gazed at them too. I let them
look for a few moments then lowered my dress again; it was pleasing
and arousing to see that most of the boys were showing signs of
erections from my brief flash of my legs.

"Much better." Victor laughed.

I was all set to follow after they had headed for their clubroom, but
this day they seemed to have decided to do something outdoors. With a
brief farewell all eight boys went out leaving me to wonder what I
should do next. A gentle call from my pussy answered that question and
I retreated to my room to masturbate yet again. Minutes later my
fingers were plunging in my wet pussy as I remembered the appreciative
look on the faces of all the boys, including my sons'.

Over the next few days I spent a lot of time masturbating, dressing up
seemed to be making me feel so sexy and the compliments my son and his
circle of friends paid me only increased that feeling. I knew my
husband would throw a fit if he knew that I was almost flirting with
our son and my son's friends, but I was feeling so good about myself
for the first time in a lot of years that the prospect of his tantrum
was a risk I was willing to take. All in all life was taking a turn
for the better after so many lonely years in my loveless marriage.

That weekend my husband decided he would spend time at home; normally
he spent his time in his London house, no doubt in the arms of his
male lover. For whatever reason he decided to spend the weekend with
us. Friday evening he walked through the door and the first words out
of his mouth were 'why the hell are you dressed like that?'. So I told
him why, even as I told him I could see he did not believe a word I
was saying, it was quite clear that he was thinking that I had taken a
lover. I was angered by his hypocrisy that allowed him his gay lovers
while I was forced to remain celibate.

"I don't give a damn whether you believe me or not Chester," I said
angrily as I finished my explanation "what I've said is the truth."

He 'harrumphed' and went off to his room while I stood in the hall
fuming.

"Something wrong?" my son's voice came from behind me.

I was startled by his sudden appearance, but recovered my composure by
taking a deep breath before turning to face him.

"I guess you heard most of it." I replied.

"Want me to sort it out with father?" he asked.

"You can try if you wish, but I doubt he'll listen." I sighed as I
headed for my room.

"Oh he'll listen." I heard Victor say softly with a menacing note in
his voice.

I looked over my shoulder at my son, but he was smiling at me and I
wondered if I had actually heard what I had thought. Smiling back at
him I went up to my room while my son turned towards his father's room
on the ground floor. For most of the day I hid in my room, unwilling
to face my husband again that day, I passed my time by reading some of
the incest stories I had collected, but even these could not lighten
my mood.

Later that evening Victor came to my room to bring me down to dinner,
he wouldn't take my protest that I didn't feel that hungry and held
out his arm to escort me down to the dining room. Giving in to his
persistence I took his arm and let him guide me downstairs, as I took
my place at the table I glanced across at my husband and was shocked
by how pale he looked. Victor pushed my chair in for me then went to
his own place, we ate in silence, I barely noticed the food and I
could see my husband just toying with his, only Victor seemed to be at
ease and eating with gusto. Finally Victor pushed his empty plate
aside and sat back in his chair, his eyes fixed on his father.

"Father." He said in a low yet firm voice.

I looked at my husband; he was looking down at the table and quite
obviously was uncomfortable about something. Then he cleared his
throat and looked across the table at me.

"Melanie," he almost whispered "after taking with Victor I realise I
was unfair to you earlier..."

He seemed to run out of steam, he glanced at our son then coughed and
continued.

"It was wrong of me to comment on your choice of attire, especially as
you were acting at our son's request."

I could not believe my ears, for the first time in all the years we'd
been married my husband had never apologised for anything and yet here
he was apologising to me! More than that, he went on to give his
approval to my dressing to please our son! He was still talking, but
my mind was not taking his words in fully, I was too stunned by his
apology to comprehend more than snatches, amongst which were "demands
he may make" and "I'm sure it would please you to please him". Almost
in a state of shock I looked at Victor, he smiled at me and shook his
head as though to signal I should stay silent for now. Eventually my
husband wound down, with a barely audible 'excuse me' he left the
table while I wondered what the hell our son had said to him to bring
about such a change!

"Victor!" I turned to my son as soon as my husband was out of the room
"What on earth did you say to your father to bring about his change of
attitude?"

"I merely pointed out" Victor grinned "that it was so easy for rumours
to spread in private schools and that newspapers were always haunting
such places looking for those rumours."

"What rumours?" I asked dumbfounded.

"The ones that don't exist at this time." he laughed "Like the rumour
that he spends his time in his London house with his gay lover."

Words failed me, I could only sit and stare open mouthed at my son
while he sat smiling back at me so sweetly before going on.

"I also sort of pointed out to him that it was unfair of him to take
lovers to his bed while demanding that you took none. We'll discuss
that later though mother dearest, right now we need to go say farewell
to father, he's returning to London tonight it seems."

Numbly I followed Victor into the hall in time to see my husband
coming from his room with the overnight bag he'd brought with him. He
seemed to look almost fearfully at our son then looked at me briefly
with almost a look of pity in his eyes.

"Chester?" I said softly.

"I ah, something has come up, I have to return to London." he
responded in a strained voice.

Then he was out the door and gone leaving me totally confused and
unable to believe what was happening. My son had openly admitted that
he had blackmailed his own father into not only apologising to me, but
into giving his approval for me to dress to please our son and I was
almost certain that Victor had persuaded him to depart that night as
well. I looked at Victor almost in shocked awe; he smiled back at me
as though nothing had happened at all.

"Well," my son smiled as he took one of my hands in his "it seems it's
just you and me 'schweethart'."

Despite my utter confusion I had to smile at his atrocious Humphrey
Bogart impression. Virtually unthinking I let my son lead me into the
lounge where he poured me a good stiff drink, which I took and downed
in one gulp.

"Another?" Victor asked as I felt the drink burning down my throat.

"Please." I sighed.

This time I sipped at the drink he handed me, looking at him
speculatively over the rim of my glass I wondered what my son was
thinking.

"What now?" I asked at last.

"Now," he smiled "I think we'll enjoy a pleasant evening together. How
does soft music and a little dancing sound to you?"

He seemed totally unconcerned by the events of the evening and I just
could not get my mind together, but his suggestion seemed to be a good
way to pass the time while I tried to come to terms with what seemed
to be my son's dominance of his father. I nodded my agreement to
Victor who was looking me up and down with a frown on his face.

"What?" I asked at last.

"I was just thinking that it might be nice if you changed into
something more seductive and slinky." he smiled at me.

Nodding I left the room and headed up to my room to change into
something more 'seductive' for my son. As I changed I tried to get my
act together, then my eyes fell on the floppy disk containing some of
the incest stories from the Internet. For a moment I stared at the
disk trying to push away the thought that had entered my mind, but it
kept coming back, my son might be attempting to seduce me!

"Oh Lord!" I gasped as an orgasm came out of no-where.

Shaking I sat down heavily on the bed while the sensation of bliss
washed over me. Looking up as my peak faded I saw my reflection in the
dressing mirror, I watched myself flush at the thought that Victor may
be trying to have sex with me. I felt shocked at my reactions to this
thought, I was turned on as I had not ever been before and in that
instant I knew with absolute certainty that if my son were to attempt
to have me I would give him what he wanted. Deep inside I felt shame
at my thoughts, but this only seemed to add to my arousal.

"Don't be so stupid," I laughed at my reflection "your son wouldn't
look at you in that way."

I felt idiotic about my thoughts of a few moments before,
nevertheless, I decided that the dress I had put on was not seductive
enough and changed into one that I had bought purely because it was so
sexy. The dress was black with a silvered pattern to it, it was
backless and thin straps held it's top up and that top was so small
that it wasn't even possible to wear a strapless bra with it. It felt
deliciously daring to tie the straps and feel the material of the
dress rub against my bare breasts. Another feature of the dress was
the skirt, it was knee length and flowing, but it also had a slit from
waistband to hem, twirling would send the skirt up around my waist
like a hoop, or sitting the skirt would slide slowly off my legs. I
was sure Victor would consider the dress both seductive and slinky,
and then I laughed at my own thoughts. Freshening my make-up I made my
way downstairs.

"Damn," Victor said with a broad smile "the wait was more than worth
it. Mum you look fantastic!"

I felt my face redden at his compliment while at the same time feeling
elated by it. Victor came over to me, took my hand and led me to the
centre of the room; in passing he turned on the CD player and soft,
warm, gentle, seductive music drifted from the speakers. With a firm
hand my son enfolded me in his arms and began to slow dance with me,
our bodies tight to each other and I all too soon became very aware of
his body rubbing against mine. Wordlessly we drifted with the music,
for a time I forgot it was my son holding me so close, my son whose
hands were rubbing on my lower back and my son who was gently nuzzling
at one of my ears.

"Victor!" I gasped as his tongue traced the outline of my ear lobe.

"Mother?" he responded leaning back to look me in the eyes.

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