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Date: Thu, 13 Oct 2005 21:16:13 +0000
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Mom Takes Advantage
I had just graduated from college, age 23. I was seeing a pretty wild girl,
Susan, who was very into bondage and control. Things had not been going
very well between us, and I had a feeling that tonight would probably be
our last date.
I was living at home with Mom, Dad died about 5 years before, and the expenses
were much cheaper than having my own place. Of course, this meant having to be
more careful when having a girlfriend over, the pros and cons balanced out.
Mom was planning a late date that night, probably one of her all-nighters. She's
been dating for the past two years, and since she knows I am knowledgeable about
the facts of life, she doesn't hide the fact that she sometimes spends the night
with her dates. Which, of course, was good for me, since I had the run of the
house for the night.
This was the situation tonight. Or, at least it was supposed to be the
situation.
Susan arrived around 8:30 with a cloth bag dangling from her shoulder. She
dropped her purse on the table, and placed the bag on the floor. Susan was
wearing a black leather mini-skirt, red pumps with about a three inch heel, no
stockings, and a white blouse with only the bottom three buttons done, revealing
her red push-up bra. I knew she liked to dress up sexily, but this was the
hottest I've seen her. Even her makeup seemed applied professionally. If we
hadn't planned on our night together, I would have thought she was dressed for a
night out on the town.
I went to kiss her, but she was in one of her power-game roles. She held me at
arms length and asked if I was worthy enough to kiss her. Until tonight, I never
played along. She'd give up trying to bend me to her will after about an hour,
we'd have fairly rough sex, then she'd leave.
Tonight was different. The way she was dressed had me hard as a rock. "What do I
need to do to become worthy?" I asked.
A slow smile crossed her lips. "Undress and sit in the chair," she commanded.
"Will you help?" "Do it _now_!"
I wasn't really turned on by her attitude, but I was going to have her. I could
picture myself pulling her panties off and taking her right there on the table,
still mostly dressed. Lust had the better of my brain, so I complied.
I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulder and dropped it on the floor
next to the chair. I was already barefoot, so I made ready to remove my pants.
"Are you sure you're ready for this..you may go blind," I joked and I slid my
zipper down.
Susan didn't reply, she just rolled her eyes. Shrugging, I dropped my pants,
stepped out of them, and stood there in my briefs. The top half of my
circumcised cock was peeking out the top of my briefs. I longed to grab her by
the shoulders and pull her head to my crotch, forcing myself into her mouth and
thrusting between her lips, shooting my cum down her throat. Just the thought
caused me to twitch, and a drop of pre-cum formed on the tip.
Ignoring my painful lust, "Drop 'em and sit," Susan commanded.
I had just about enough, but my lust was still more than I could think through.
I dropped my briefs, and while I was bending over to unhook my foot....SMACK.
Susan had given my ass a mighty whack.
I lost my balance and grabbed onto the chair, sitting heavily. Susan stood in
front of me, slowly licking her lips. "I'm going to tie you to that chair and
then give you the fucking of your life."
The smack was forgotten as my cock lurched again, and my hands found their own
way to the back of the chair. Susan was practiced at this. She tied me tight
enough and well enough to prevent escape, but I still had circulation. Letting
her hair tease my cock, she leaned over and tied my ankles to the legs of the
chair. Then, she dragged the chair to the center of the kitchen. She checked the
ropes on last time, went to the table, grabbed her purse and the now-empty bag.
"I knew I could humiliate you," she said. "I just didn't think it would be
this easy."
Susan smiled, blew me a kiss, and started to open the front door. "I told you
that you would be fucked tonight," she grinned and walked out.
I sat there stunned for a moment, then tried to work myself loose. My erection
had faded with my desperation. "What if Mom found me like this?" I asked myself.
That thought caused me to work even harder at getting loose. The more I
struggled, the worse I felt. There was no way I could get myself untied.
I looked across the kitchen and saw the phone on the counter, then glanced at
the floor. Mom just had the kitchen remodeled last month, and the linoleum
gleamed white, scuffless. The thought of her reaction after trying to bounce the
chair across the floor, leaving huge gouges was worse than her finding me. The
same went for trying to break the chair. It was just a week old. Mom would
probably prefer me to gnaw my arms off than hurt the chair.
I was stuck, and even worse, headlight drifted through the room and settled on
the garage door. Mom was home...early.
I sat there, still as I heard the car stop. The door opened, silent pause, then
shut. I followed the clip-clop of her heels on the walkway, the jangling of her
keys as she picked out the door key. A slight metallic sound, the click of the
lock. The door opened, then shut. With her back to me, Mom put her coat in the
closet, her purse on the coat-tree. She turned and walked into the kitchen.
Mom stopped the moment she saw me. She just stood there with an odd semi-blank
expression.
While Mom stood there, my extreme situation caused me to look at her more
detailed than I ever had before. Until now, she was just Mom..always was and
always had been. But now, I was exposed in the worst way to her, and I gazed at
her in a different light.
Mom was wearing her dark brown hair cascading down her shoulders. On the left it
fell to the front, laying softly upon the swell of her breast. The right side
was flipped back, revealing a peek of her small ear, gold circle flashing from
the overhead light. Her bangs were just above her eyebrows, curled slightly
under. She had made-up her eyebrows, and the soft hair was upswept on the ends,
rising gracefully into her temples. Mom's eyelashes were dark and heavy. Their
length added to with an almost purple mascara, only slightly smudged from her
date. Mom's cheeks were blushed, but I couldn't tell if it was makeup or seeing
me like this - naked and tied to a chair. Her nose was small, but pointed, yet
it added rather than detracted from the beauty of her face. Mom's lips were
painted a soft coral, black lines outlined her lips. It was obvious from their
almost-perfection that her date that night did not benefit from a good-night
kiss. No wonder she was home so early. Mom's chin was softly rounded, flowing
back into her throat, her Adam's apple hard and small, moving slightly as she
forced an embarrassed swallow.
Mom's shoulders were covered with a gray coat, under which a strapless yellow
dress clung. The coat was open, and the dress cut down at her breasts. Without
the coat, Mom would have looked pretty easy, but the jacket added a tasteful
touch of class. It looked to me that Mom was wearing a strapless bra under the
dress, but the only indication was the fullness of her cleavage. The tops of her
breasts swelled upwards, their pale, white skin firm and full. A few stray hairs
curled over the left breast-top, the dark contrasting with the creamy skin.
Through the jacket, Mom's waist slimmed nicely, the spread a little from her
hips. The dress was tight enough to see a bikini-strap from her underwear. the
dress ended just below Mom's knees into a flowing pleat. If she were to twirl,
it would reveal up into her thighs. Dark purple, almost black stockings held her
legs. Mom's legs were long and perfectly proportioned. Firm and luscious from
under her dress, slimming at her knees, the filling out around her calves. She
had small ankles, which were holding up the straps to her 2" purple pumps. A
small gold anklet glinted over the stockings.
Although it seemed like forever as I gazed at Mom, it couldn't have been more
than a few seconds. Mom stared back, and then blinked a few times.
"Well, I guess I'd better get a knife for the ropes. Don't think the neighbors'd
like to see you like this."
"Sorry Mom, its just that . . ."
"I don't even want to hear it. I'll get you free, you can go to bed, and we'll
just pretend that this never happened."
"Sorry, Mom."
Mom opened the utility closet and bent over to get a knife. As she bent over,
the rear of her dress rose up and displayed black garters attached to her
stockings, and a small strip of skin above them. I felt myself twitch and hoped
she would stand up soon, before I grew too hard.
Mom had difficultly finding the knife, so she reached up to the top shelf. Her
calves stretched, and the bottom of her foot lifted off one of her pumps. I
don't understand why, but this turned me on more then her bending over and I
started to grow hard.
Mom looked once more on the floor. displaying a little more thigh, and I could
just catch the edges of her panty's leg bands - she was wearing yellow.
Mom found the knife, stood up an turned around. She looked down at my lap, and
saw my obvious discomfort. I looked away, then back, but she kept her eyes glued
to my cock. I started growing faster, and harder; twitching as the blood rushed
in. Mom's face turned bright red and her eyes gazed slowly back up my body, into
my eyes. We locked gazes for at least a minute, the Mom walked behind me. I felt
her close to me neck...waiting for her to cut me free so I could escape away
from my embarrassment.
"Hmmm, looks like baby saw too much of Mommy when she bent over. Did Mommy get
her little baby all hard?"
I couldn't speak. It had never occurred to me to even think of my Mom as sexy,
but as soon as I felt her breath in my ear, all I wanted was to throw her to the
floor and fuck her brains out. I wanted to cum all over her. I wanted to stick
my cock into Mom's ass, pussy, mouth, and even a nostril if I could do it. I
pulled hard at the bonds, but nothing gave.
"I see baby wants to escape. Doesn't he like Mommy anymore?"
As she said this, Moms lips lightly grazed my ear. I moaned, pulled harder at
the bonds. My cock jumped and a large drop glistened at the tip.
"Mommy likes baby this way. I bet you want to do all sorts of things with me
now, don't you, son. I bet you want to take your Mommy right now."
My cock leapt at her words, and the fact that she was now running her lips down
my neck and onto my shoulders.
"If baby can cum for Mommy....ohh.....three times tonight, Mommy will give
herself to baby."
"Oh yess. Mom...anything you say!!!"
"Anything I say? I like that. In that case, Baby has to cum three times while
tied.....and, you mustn't say another word. In fact, I'll do all the talking."
To make sure I didn't say anything, Mom went to the sink and took a clean
dishrag and tied it around my mouth. "Can baby breath all right?"
"Mmm Hmmm," I mumbled and nodded.
Mom stepped back in front of me. She slowly started to shrug off her jacket, "I
hope you can keep up your end of the bargain, if not, Mommy will be very angry
with baby!"
The jacket slipped from Mom's shoulders. She let it fall sensually off her arms
and onto the floor. Mom moved her shoulders, bunching them forward and back. She
leaned forward, bunched her shoulders and offered me a glimpse. Her cleavage was
pressed to her chin and I could plainly see her breasts held in by her bra.
Mom stepped back, reached behind her, turned around, working her arms. About a
minute later, she turned back, pulling her bra out of her dress. Mom put her
hand into one of the cups and stepped behind me. The soft material came into
contact with my shoulders and neck, followed by Mom's lips. The cool softness of
the bra, and the contrasting heat of her lips made my cock twitch and spasm.
When Mom started tracing patterns on my shoulders with her tongue, I strained
against the ropes and came.
My first shot arced up and the very edge landed on her jacket. A few more spurts
shot out, then a little just dribbled from the tip.
"Oh, baby came. Did baby like cumming for mommy? I hope you can make some more
of your cream for Mommy, she hasn't tasted any yet."
My cock rolled to the side. Not yet ready to get erect again. but to excited to
go limp. Mom draped her bra around my shoulders and walked back to the front.
She knelt carefully, not exposing anything, and picked up her jacket.
"Mommy can't wait to taste baby's cum."
Her tongue circled her lips. "Do you want to see your Mother taste you Cum,
Son?" she asked.
I nodded and mumbled. Mom scooped the small amount of cum from her jacket and
brought it to her lips. I was expecting her to insert her finger into her mouth,
but she just smeared my cum all around her lips. Then her tongue slowly came out
and brought it all into her mouth.
Mom had to hold the edge of the table for a moment. I sow her legs quiver and
guessed she just had a small climax. My cock twitched a little, but wasn't able
to harden.
Mom stood back in front of me, turned around, and bent over to remove her shoes.
She stuck her ass way up, and I could see her bottom covered with slick yellow
panties. She was having problems with the straps, so she sat on the floor and
scooted around.
She had her dress hiked up to her knees, and I could see her crotch. The yellow
material had a wet look to it. Mom removed her pump. She tossed one out to the
living room, and she started to run the other up and down her leg. She lifted
the dress to reveal the skin above her stocking, but below her panties. She
wiggled around, then slipped off the garter-belt and garters. She ran the heel
of the pump over her skin, leaving barely visible red trails behind. One corner
of the heel caught her stocking and a run travelled down to her knee.
I groaned and started to harden a little.
"Baby likes Mom to ruin her hose, does he?" Mom asked, as she started picking at
her hose. She stood up, placed her leg on the chair, right below my crotch and
started to run her hose. She pulled and plucked. She used the pump-heel, and
even the knife on the table. She had covered both legs in runs, and was just
about finished, when, while using the knife to start a run on her inner left
thigh, she nicked herself. Just one drop of blood came up, but for some reason
that, but her whorish stocking caused my cock to thump and grow.
Mom smiled at my reaction as sat back down, in front of me. She spread her legs
and started rubbing the tip of her pump on her crotch. Something about the white
linoleum, the bright-stark light and Mom sitting on the floor just made get
harder than a rock, again. Mom noticed my condition and grinned.
"Look like baby will get a second cum. I hope he warns Mommy this time, so she
can catch it in her mouth. Does baby like watching Mommy play with her pussy?
Does he want Mommy to put more of the shoe in?"
Without waiting for an answer, Mom leaned back, and slipped off her panties. She
leaned forward and put them over my head. The legs were aligned for eyeholes,
and her very damp crotch was covering my nose. I inhaled deeply of Mom's scent.
When I looked back, Mom was waiting for me. When she saw that I was paying
attention, she started rubbing the heel of her pump up and down her slit. She
pulled herself open with one hand and gently worked the heel inside her. The toe
of the show was pointing up, and I think she was grinding it into her clit.
"Oh yes...Mommy likes this. Mommy hopes baby will lick her there. Mommy wants'
baby to lick her....finger my clit, ohhh yess...ohh...ahhh...."
Mom was grinding both toe and heel into her. She came all over the shoe and left
a small puddle on the floor. Mom just lay back, breathing for a few moments, my
cock was sticking straight out and quivering. When she composed herself, Mom
slowly stood.
"How unfair for mommy to deprive her son of her taste. Isn't Mommy naughty?"
Mom released the gag from my mouth and tossed it away. She took the heel of her
pump and ran it over my lips. I eagerly sucked it into my mouth, licking all of
her juices from it.
"More," was all I could say.
Mom smiled. "Baby likes to taste Mommy, doesn't he. Maybe if baby behaves,
he'll get to."
Mom looked down at my crotch, "But first I have to take care of this. What sort
of mother would I be if I let my son just sit there with a hardon?"
Mom thought for a moment, then went to the cupboard. She brought out a bottle of
oil and set it on the table.
Mom reached under the top of her dress and lifted out a breast. "Does baby
remember this? Does little son remember suckling mommy's nipple?"
As she said this, she started rubbing her nipple, circling her fingers around
it, teasing and pulling the tip while talking.
"Mommy loved it when you sucked. Did you know mommy played with herself while
feeding you. And when you had baby-erections, I sucked them? Yes....Mommy played
with you lots. Especially at bath. That was our special time..."
Mom started shaking again, from the memory, and I was leaking pre-cum picturing
Mom sucking me off when I was an infant.
Mom pulled her breast up high and wrapped her lips around her nipple. I had seen
this done in pictures, but never in real life. Mom rushed forward and kneeled a
little. She balanced her knee on my chair and offered me her other breast.
Actually, she shoved it into my mouth and I had no choice but to suck it. I
pulled her into my mouth, as much as I could. Her ample flesh filled my mouth,
and I could feel her nipple scrape the back of my throat. I bit down a little,
then used my tongue to push all but her nipple out.
I sucked hard on it, scratching my teeth on Mom's nipple, pulling it into and
out of my mouth. I opened my eyes and saw Mom sucking her other breast. She
caught my eye. "Oh Hon. I remember doing this when you were just a year old. Oh,
my baby, never stop."
I kept sucking as long as I could, but my cock was screaming for attention. Mom
saw me look down at it and stepped back.
"Oh baby, Mommy's so sorry for being selfish....let me take care of that for
you."
Mom stood up, pulled the top of her dress down to her waist, her boobs hanging
down against her chest. She turned to the table, took the bottle of oil, and
opened it. She just dumped it down her chest. Oil went everywhere. It ran down
her front and stained her dress. Some spilled down her legs, the rest pooled on
the floor by the table. Mom stepped out of the pool and walked behind me.
I felt her slippery breasts press into my shoulders and neck. Mom dragged them
around my arms and grasped the back of my chair to press them into my chest. I
tried to kiss her, but she pulled her head away.
"Naughty boy...not until baby has performed for mommy does he earn the right to
kiss her."
Mom knelt down and wrapped her breasts around my swollen cock, looked up
and smiled.
"I bet baby likes this," and I sure did. I tried to arch my hips into her, but
she moved back, and grabbed my cock, hard.
"No. Bad baby. Mommy's doing all the work and if you try to help, then Mommy
will have to leave you here until morning. Understand, Son?"
I nodded and tried to relax and enjoy what Mom was doing, but it was sure
difficult not to try and help.
Mom loosened her grip and slid her hand up and down. "Not as good as Mommy's
breasts, is it?"
Mom leaned back forward and slipped me between her boobs. She pressed the sides
together, and angled the nipples so they were pressed in the back of my cock. It
looked painful, but she seemed to love it. She started heaving her breasts up
and down, fast as any hand jacking me off.
"Ohh, baby, cum for Mommy. Mommy wants you.....She want's to taste your cum...."
"Mommy, I'm cumming." I've never called her that, ever, but it seemed the right
thing to do.
"Oh yes...call me mommy....mommy wants your cum."
"Ohhh...mommy!!"
I cock gave a hard jerk, and Mom grabbed it, pulled back and aimed to her open
mouth. My white fluid shot up and onto her tongue. The second spasm missed and
onto her cheek. Mom lowered her head to catch the rest, never quite bringing her
mouth into contact with my cock. I finished my load to the sound of Mom
swallowing.
Mom finished and sat back, jamming fingers into her pussy. She climaxed again
and sat on the ground breathing. My cock went limp fairly soon, and I had an
urge to pee, Mom must have had experience enough with men to realize this. She
brought a bowl out of the cupboard.
"I bet baby has to pee now, doesn't he? Well hurry, 'cause so does Mommy."
Mom put the bowl between my legs and aimed my cock into it. I relaxed and tried
to pee, but it just didn't come. "Baby having difficulty? Mommy has to count
sometimes."
I would have shrugged, had I been able, and started counting. At about fifty, I
could feel the tension ease and I dribbled a little. I closed my eyes and
pushed, and soon my normal spray resumed.
I opened my eyes to see Mom playing with the flow. Not from my cock, but making
circles in the bowl and letting the spray cover her hand. I finished, and Mom
tapped out the last drops and set the bowl on the floor. She crouched over it
and just let go. Her stream was much more noisy than mine, and I had the feeling
that she had done this before, many times. I kept my eyes glued to her pissing.
"I see baby likes to watch mommy make number-one....maybe Mom and Son will have
to try some bathroom games later...would baby like that?"
"Ummm, sure....Mommy....Baby would like that very much." It was difficult to
refer to myself as Baby, bout for the wild times promised ahead, I could learn
to get used to it.
Mom finished and used the discarded washcloth to wipe. My cock was limp, and I
had no idea how I was going to make it a third time.
Mom must have been having the same thoughts. "Is baby hungry? Does Mommy have to
feed him?"
To give myself time to recover, I nodded. Mom pulled the table up close...too
close. My chin was at the edge, then she put her weight on the table, testing
for balance. Now, I may be slow, but I knew what I would be eating.
Mom pulled herself up on the table, laid on her back and draped her legs over my
shoulders. I was face to pussy. "Oh. Baby...lick mommy's pussy....put baby's
tongue where you came from..."
I didn't need to be told twice. I started licking and lapping. I stuck my tongue
in as far as I could, the pulled it out and pulled her pussy-lips into my mouth.
I sucked on them hard, while grinding my nose into her clit. She moaned as I
did, so I moved up and started sucking her clit. I could tell she was close to
orgasm, so I backed off a little.
I ran my tongue all over her thighs and around her pussy, just missing the edge
of her lips. After teasing her that way for a bit, it gently brushed my tongue
up and down her slit. Mom was grinding like crazy, but I kept up my tease. I
spent three-or-four minutes just circling her clit, then the same amount of time
just running the flat of my tongue from the bottom of her pussy over her clit.
"Suck mommy's clit!", Mom demanded.
I wrapped my lips tightly around it, pulled it into my mouth and across my
teeth. I scraped back on forth, suck and releasing. I felt Mom's orgasm hit, and
I was flooded with her juice.
Mom managed to roll over and shove her ass in my face. It looked clean, and I
didn't have much choice. I dipped my tongue deep into her, wiggling it around.
Mom moved back and forth, still cumming. It wasn't but a moment or two later
that she fell flat on her tummy, resting.
Mom rested for about ten minutes, and I still wasn't hard. Mom grinned and went
to the pantry.
She brought back some carrots and grabbed the oil bottle. She leaned against the
wall, oiled a carrot and started frigging herself with it.
"If this doesn't get baby hard, Mommy's going to bed and baby gets to sleep in
the chair." Mom oiled another carrot and worked it in with the first. She would
push one in and the other out, and I was getting hard.
It was a sore hardon, but it was hard. Mom's eyes lit up and she got on her
knees, back to me. With two carrots in her pussy, Mom oiled the third and put it
in her anus. She worked all three, telling me how it could be her baby there,
how she wanted her baby there.
When I was hard enough for mom, she pulled out the carrots and straddled me. She
roughly pushed me into her, and she rode me. Mom was too wet for much friction,
and I was afraid I would disappoint her.
Mom must have guessed, so she started taking. "Oh son....We'll never stop
fucking. Mommy and baby will do everything...pee..anal.....bondage. Baby want
mommy to find a sister for him, she will. Mommy wants to get perverted with
baby. I bet baby wants a dog...so does mommy...mommy and doggy, will baby
like that?"
I knew she didn't mean it...or thought she didn't, but I felt the hardest cum of
my life boil in me. Mom heard me grunt.
"Oh yes, baby....cum in mommy, make mommy pregnant. Mommy wants baby's daughter.
we can train it...we can fuck it...oh...baby...fuck mommy...."
I let out a harsh bark as Mom's teeth bit into my shoulder and I shot my load. I
remember spurting four or five times, then things went dark, and I passed out.
I awoke later in the chair, free. I blinked a few times, the only light was from
above the stove. The microwave clock showed a green 3:30. I glanced around and
the ropes were carefully coiled on the table, along with a scrap of paper:
Baby:
I decided to save the ropes. Mommy was very naughty last night, and I think she
needs to be punished. Sleep well-
Mommy
I looked at the ropes and went off to bed, scheming what to do to her while
_Mommy_ was tied to the chair.
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