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Subject: {ASSM} Dominated By My Son - Intro (1/8) (inc, m/F, mDom, S and M)
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 16:10:06 -0400
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Dominated By My Son
By Scorpio00155(c)

Introduction:

To an outsider my life had to have looked ideal, after all I was only
35 and married to a rich and powerful husband who always seemed to
dote on me, I had a mansion of a home outside London, to top it all I
had a strong, intelligent, healthy 16 year old son who professed to
love me. Yes, to an outsider I had everything a woman could want or
wish for out of life. It was only if you got past the external veneer
that anyone would discover that my life was not all it seemed to be!a
In a day and age when "arranged" marriages were only an oddity you
read about in a history book or newspaper my marriage was arranged.
That it let my parents retire in the lap of luxury was a good point of
the arrangement, that neither they nor I were to attempt to contact
each other after the wedding was a big down point, but my dad had
simply commented that everything came with a price tag attached. When
I stepped out of the church on my new husbands' arm was the last time
I saw my family.
Then came the honeymoon, 'disaster' just didn't describe it, it was in
the solitude of our bridal suite with me a naīve virgin of 19 years
that I discovered why my husband had to arrange his marriage. It was
nothing to do with the fact that he was twice my age, nor that he was
seeking good "breeding" stock to continue his line with strong
children. No, it was something no-one would have guessed of him least
of all me; he was gay! When he told me I stood there feeling stunned
and trapped into not only a loveless marriage but also an unfulfilling
one to boot. Then it came to me that I had an out, by law, both
secular and religious, the marriage had to be consummated to make it a
true marriage. With a feeling of relief I pointed this out to my
non-husband, my feeling of relief faded when he pointed out that he
was fully aware of the law and had figured out a way to consummate the
occasion, despite the fact that he abhorred females to a degree that
was almost hatred. He took some men's clothes out of a small case and
thrust them at me with a command to change into them.
So I did as instructed and felt stupid dressed as a young man in
trousers, underpants, shirt and jacket, when I presented myself to my
husband he nodded and ordered me to lean over the bed. Needless to say
I had no idea what to expect, but I resolved to submit to whatever it
was, both for the sake of my parents and their comfort and because I
had made a bargain and signed it, the terms of the bargain meant I
would get nothing if I ever failed in the role of "wife" as set out
for me by my "husband".
As instructed I leant over the bed, I felt my husband come behind me,
felt him run something along the under seam of the trousers then felt
the material stretched open. Again I felt something run over the
material of the underpants I'd had to put on and it dawned on me that
my poof of a husband was cutting open the rear of the clothes so he
could imagine himself taking a boy! Being gay he focussed on my anus
and although I can't say he was rough I can't say that I gained
satisfaction from his actions to consummate the marriage. I suppose it
should not have been any surprise to discover that my anus was the
first part of me to lose it's virginity, at least he was decent enough
to use a lubricant, but even then it hurt like hell as he fucked my
arse. Typically, just as I started to gain small tingles of pleasure
amongst the pain my sod of a husband pulled out of my arse, gritted
his teeth and pushed his cock into my pussy in one long hard thrust
that burst my cherry painfully, then he grunted and for the first time
in my life I felt the warmth of male juices spurting into me. And that
was that, he pulled out of me with a grimace of disgust and rushed to
the bathroom to clean himself of his contact with "female" flesh. As
for me, I lay down on the bed and cried, something I would soon be
doing on a regular basis.
If god exists he must have a practical joke department and this time
their victim was my gay, woman-disliking husband. His single thrust
and ejaculation in my pussy got me pregnant, for me it at least meant
the joy of raising my own child, for my husband it was a major
annoyance, but he could not have the child terminated without the
world finding out who and what he was. With concealed ill grace he
accepted his position of fatherhood publicly while in private he would
have nothing to do with my pregnancy or me. On my 20th birthday I gave
birth to a strapping 8-pound baby boy, my husband did not attend the
birth ostensibly because "urgent business affairs" prevented it, but
he did visit the next day and did a photo opportunity posing with his
new son and his "loving" wife.
And so passed sixteen long, tedious, lonely years, admittedly they
were not uncomfortable in the physical sense; I had money to burn and
"things" in abundance. What I did not have was companionship in the
wee small hours, a warm body to make satisfying love to or even any
close friends to gossip with. I suppose I could have tried taking a
lover, but I knew I would not get away with doing so and would lose
everything for both my parents and myself, and perhaps even for my son
Victor. So I learnt the art of solo sex, which, to my surprise, my
husband begrudgingly gave his approval and it didn't take me long to
pick up a whole range of vibrators, dildoes and even a blow-up male
doll. And what, I hear you ask, of the son I had expected to get so
much joy from raising, well my husband got his revenge for me falling
pregnant by him by employing nannies and wet nurses. From the moment
Victor and I arrived back home I was under strict instructions to keep
my contact with the baby to the minimum, the nannies and other house
staff were under similar instructions to ensure I followed my
instructions! Apart from a couple of hours spread across the days I
had little to no contact with my son, until, that is, three months
before Victor's 16th birthday.
Everything seemed as usual on that fateful morning, a deathly hush
over the dining table as the 'family' ate breakfast, a hush suddenly
broken by my husband's angry roar and his finger pointing to an
article in the paper. It seemed the details of an important deal had
been leaked to the paper, and the leak could only have come from
within the household as the papers quoted had never left the house!
Victor and myself were immediately eliminated since neither of us had
anything to gain in my husband's view. So the onus of guilt fell on
the staff, who naturally denied the charge, but to no avail and they
were dismissed one and all. To fill the gap of the staff my husband
arranged for a housekeeper and for cooks to come in for the
afternoons, I was instructed to take on the 'motherly' duties he had
previously deprived me of. Obedient to my husband's wishes I started
to get to know the stranger that was my son.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my son and for his part Victor knew I was
his mother and loved me, but others had influenced his upbringing. I
had been more of a friend visiting between lessons rather than a
mother and to suddenly find myself in the mother role after so many
years was something neither of us was quite prepared for, me less so
than Victor. Naturally my first task was to get to know my son, his
likes and dislikes, his skills, his friends and so on, I already knew
that his school was a private one, but I had no idea how well he was
doing or even what courses he was taking.
After a couple of weeks I had learnt a little, for instance I learnt
that although my son knew a number of other kids at school he had only
a close circle of seven boys, of course this made me wonder if he took
after his father and was gay. I also learnt that he enjoyed using the
Internet, though I did feel a little concerned when I discovered that
he was accessing adult areas using a credit card provided to him by
his father. Perhaps I should have been more concerned, but I shrugged
my shoulders with the thought that any damage was already long done.
So instead I asked Victor to show me what he and his friends got up to
in this online world, Victor seemed only too pleased to show me, so
much so that he took me shopping for my own laptop. So, under my son's
guidance, I learnt to "surf the web", foolishly I also let him show me
how to access all the adult areas he and his friends visited,
including chat rooms. And so I discovered a whole world of sex and
sexuality that left me feeling excited and frustrated in equal
measure.
Then, just over a month before my sons' 16th birthday, I found a
folder in Victor's room. I had been chatting with him after school and
he had suddenly needed to go to the toilet, it was as he left the room
that I saw something red just poking out from under the mattress of
his bed. Curious I went and looked, when I gave a gentle tug on the
object it slid further into view and I soon found myself holding a red
folder in which there was just one sheet of paper. On the paper were
what looked to be web site addresses, though not ones Victor had shown
me, feeling a little guilty about prying I replaced the folder and sat
back down just before my son returned.
But my curiosity got the better of me, the very next day, right after
my son had left for school I took a notepad into my son's room, found
the folder and copied down the list of sites and associated passwords
it held. Returning the folder to it's hiding place I went to my room
and turned on my laptop, a few minutes later I was at the first of the
sites on the list. Needless to say it was a porn site, but then most
of the ones he's shown me had been porn sites, what was different
about this site was that its contents were all focussed on incestuous
sexual relations. Agog I read the stories and looked at the pictures
on the site before moving on to the next one, only to find it was more
on the same subject. Almost all the sites on the list, and it was
quite a list, were on the subject of incest stories, pictures,
articles, even movies, the other sites were about dominance and even
then the content seemed to be more centred on one family member
sexually dominating one or more family members. Shortly before my son
was due home from school I turned off the computer and sat back to let
myself calm down.
I had discovered something while going through the sites on Victor's
list, the stories had excited me, so too had some of the pictures, but
I had become even more excited by the stories of dominance. More than
once I had found myself putting myself in the place not of the
dominator, but of the dominated! This was a side of me I had never
suspected and I wondered if a time might ever come when I might
explore this aspect of myself. Certainly it could never happen while
my husband was alive, this realisation made me sigh as I rose and left
my room to greet my son....

To be continued....

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