 
                           Part 2: Education
 
Part 2: Education
 
 
 
AP – COLLIER COUNTY, NM   We bring you a special series covering the
shocking tale of a 15 year old son who enslaved his mother.  Following
is the second of several segments.  Readers, BEWARE!  The interview
with this young man was very graphic.  We’ve chosen to print it
verbatim, so it may offend and disturb a great many of our readers. 
Included in the article are also excerpts from other parties involved,
to flesh out the story, if you’ll excuse the double entendre.
 
 
 
          I let Mom stew for a few days after that first time.  Neither
of us had said a word.  She apparently had not told Dad, because I was
still in one piece.  I figured this was a good thing.
 
          Now, it was early June, and school had just gotten out for
the year.  I remember it was a Monday, because my little brother left
real early for two weeks at summer camp.  Dad worked in the oil field,
like everyone around here, so he always left for work real early.
 
          Mom was still in her robe when I got up that morning.  There
was nothing strange about that, she sometimes wouldn’t get dressed
until noon.  Being a housewife, and not having a whole lot to do, she’d
sort of lounge around and sunbathe, or work out, or whatever.  Anyway,
I’m losing the story.
 
          I came down to breakfast to see Mom at the counter, in her
usual robe, a short, light-blue terry cloth job with the tie at the
waist.  It was this sort of crap that had set me on her in the first
place: the robe barely covered her ass, and she was always wearing that
kind of revealing shit around the house.  It had me hard most of the
time just looking at her.  Anyway, as I said, she was at the counter. 
She was just finishing up the eggs and bacon.  She set our plates on
the table, and we ate in silence.  Our relationship had been somewhat
strained since that first day, but I was willing to let it go that way
for now.
 
          Once we finished up breakfast, she gathered up our plates,
and started running water in the sink to do the dishes.  I was sitting
at the table reading the funnies from the morning paper.  I just
happened to glance up, and got instantly hard at what I saw.  My mom
had bent down to get the dish rack from under the sink, and as she did
so, her short robe rode up just far enough to give a hint of her
pussy.  I knew then and there that I needed to screw someone badly. 
And, since she was there, well, you know.
 
          I got up from the table quickly and quietly, and moved around
right behind her.  Just as she was about to stand, I reached my hand
between her legs and cupped her pussy.  She bolted upright, moving her
legs together, and, though I’m sure this wasn’t what she meant to do,
trapped my hand against her twat.
 
          “Sean!  Knock it off!”  she screamed.
 
          “Now, Mom,” I said, “Apparently, you’ve forgotten already.” 
I started rubbing my hand against her pussy, and pushed her against the
counter, trapping her body so she couldn’t move.  “I guess I’m just
going to have to remind you.”
 
          “I… I thought that was a one-time affair.  I would never have
agreed if I’d known you intended…”  Her voice trailed off as my free
hand began massaging her breast through the robe.  I grew tired of
that, so I reached down and untied the belt on the robe, allowing it to
fall open and give me better access.
 
          As my hand kneaded her now bare tit, my thumb slipped into
her cunt, sliding in and out of her slowly.  I whispered quietly into
her ear, “Well, we can stop, and I’ll just show Dad those pictures of
you.  I’m sure he’ll be real understanding.  But you don’t really want
me to stop, do you Mom?  You’re enjoying yourself too much.”  As I said
that, my thumb slipped up against her clit, and strummed it.
 
          “Nooooooooo.”  She mewled,  but there was no conviction in
it.  I reached out and turned the water off, and then I spun her around
to face me.  I pushed her robe off her shoulders, restraining her arms
somewhat.  I ignored the pleading look in her eyes as I plastered my
mouth against hers, my tongue pushing its way into her mouth, probing
and dancing around, finally engaging her tongue as she warmed up to the
exercise.  I reached into my pajama bottoms and pulled my dick out the
slit in the front.  I don’t usually wear underwear or pajamas to bed,
and had just thrown on the pajamas to eat breakfast in.
 
          As I continued to kiss my mother, I rubbed the head of my
dick up and down her slit, getting it all lubed up.  When I was ready,
I placed it at her hole, and slid home.  Despite her protests, my mom
was very wet.  I slipped into her easily until I was fully impaled in
her love hole.  She moaned into my mouth as I began moving in and out
of her.
 
          Our pace increased quickly, because I knew I didn’t have much
for her this morning.  As a typical teen, I woke up horny, and I didn’t
have a lot of control yet.  I started slamming into her, hard enough
that I could hear the impact she made on the counter.  I started
groping her tits as we continued our kiss, thrusting faster and
faster.  She was bucking back at me as hard as I was giving, so I knew
she was into it, damn her words to the opposite.
 
          I felt the tingle in my balls, and so I picked up the pace
even further, plunging as fast as I could go.  Despite the fact that we
were liplocked, our moans were filling the kitchen with the sounds of
passion.  Finally, I let loose a flood of cum into her pussy.  She
groaned, not getting off until I twisted her nipples, and the extra
sensation shot her over.  She couldn’t reach my back because of her
robe, but she scratched my sides pretty good with her fingernails.  It
took a good minute before she came down from her high.
 
          As she came down from her high, I figured it was time to set
a few rules in our new relationship.  I made sure I had her attention
by kissing her on the mouth, and, with my dick still nestled in her
tight little cunt, I said, “Now, you’re going to call off your
relationship with that little shit you’ve been screwing on Thursdays. 
Instead, you will make yourself available to me on Thursdays now.  And,
pretty much whenever else I want you, but especially on Thursday
afternoons.  Understood?”  As my softening dick slid out of her with a
soft “pop”, she lowered her eyes and nodded.  “Good.  Now that we
understand each other a little better, you can go back to doing the
dishes.”
 
 
 
          I spent the rest of that day just loafing.  I’d had my sex
for the moment, and I wanted Mom to think about what I’d said.  I heard
her make her phone call to the asshole she’d been fucking.  It sounded
like he wasn’t real happy about losing a regular piece of ass, but he
agreed to it since he didn’t have a choice.
 
 
 
          I decided to keep my distance from her that week until
Thursday.  I don’t really know why, it just seemed like a good idea. 
Let the urge build up, so I could really screw her brains out.  Anyway,
by the time Thursday rolled around, boy was I horny.  I got hard just
glancing at her.  Around 1:00 in the afternoon, I was up in my room
watching TV when she came in wearing her usual jean-shorts and a
T-shirt. As I turned off the tube, she closed the door and said, “All
right, Sean, let’s get this over with.”
 
          Now, it was her attitude that really pissed me off.  Like she
was doing me some really big favor, when really all she was doing was
saving her own fucking ass.  So, I decided she would have to do
something I knew she didn’t like.
 
          At my command, she stood perfectly still, hands at her sides,
feet slightly apart.  I moved around her, examining her body closely. 
As usual, she had no bra on.  She never wore one unless she was going
out of the house.  She wouldn’t go out in public dressed like she was,
but to tease her own son?  Oh, she’d do it alright.  

          I stopped behind her, and ran my hands from her hips up to
her gorgeous mounds.  I rolled her tits in my hands, rubbing them
through the material.  A quiet moan escaped my mother’s lips as I
repeatedly brushed over her nipples.  I had her raise her arms over her
head, which lifted her tits nicely.  I untucked her shirt and took it
off, leaving her bare above the waist.  I resumed my fondling of her
chest, once again enjoying the feel of her glorious titflesh.  I
noticed that her head had tilted back, her eyes had closed, and her
mouth was parted in a silent moan.  I knew she was into it again.  I
reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, reaching my hand inside them to
force the zipper down.  I massaged her pussy through her panties,
causing her to squirm and writhe with the feelings.  I pushed both her
shorts and panties down her legs, letting them pool around her ankles. 
I inserted one finger up her twat, just to prove that it was all nice
and wet.  She was hotter than an oven!
 
          I removed my finger and moved around in front of her.  I
looked her over appreciatively, admiring the whore I had before me. 
Now, I don’t think I made it clear to you that the pictures I had of my
mother and the jerk were taken in my parents’ bedroom.  So, I also had
pictures of her and Dad doing it, though those were of little interest
to me except as research.  I knew what Mom would and would not do in
bed.  And I was going to make her do all the stuff she would not do.
 
          My eyes met hers and I said, “On your knees.”
 
          She knew what I was expecting of her.  “Sean, I don’t do
that-“ I slapped her across the face, only hard enough to make it
sting, because I didn’t want to leave any marks.
 
          “Goddammit! Don’t tell me what you are and aren’t going to
do!  Get the fuck on your knees!”  Slowly, unsteadily, she got down
onto her knees.  My dick was pointed right at her face.  “You know what
I want.  Suck it, and you’d better make it good.”
 
          Slowly she reached out and took my rock hard dick in her
hands.  She at first licked the tip of it, right across the opening.  I
so much wanted to shove it down her throat right then, but I held off,
figuring the release would be better if I waited for it.  She continued
licking up and down the shaft, slicking it up with her spit.  Finally,
when she could tell that I wasn’t going to wait any longer, she opened
her mouth and slid my prick in.  Damn, was that a good feeling!  It was
nearly as good as sex!  She moved her head in and out of my crotch,
running her tongue along the underside of my dick as her mouth slid
over its length.
 
          As she continued, I knew I was getting ready to blow.  I
grabbed her hair, and plunged my dick all the way into her mouth.  I
felt her try to gag, but I didn’t stop until I was all the way in.  I
warned her, “If you don’t swallow, you won’t be able to breathe!”  Then
I came.  And I came some more.  It felt like buckets of cum were
shooting out of my dick.  And she swallowed it all, like the good whore
she was.
 
          The rest of that afternoon is sort of a blur.  We screwed for
three solid hours before she gave out.  Well, I suppose we *both* gave
out, but I’d have been willing to at least try for more.  Although I
fucked her almost every way imaginable, I’d left her ass for later.  I
wanted to savor it in a session all its own.
 
          I also gave her one more bit of news she didn’t like.  I
said, “Since you were a bad girl, and didn’t do what you were told when
you were told to do it, *Mom*,”  I liked to emphasize her title, ‘cause
it gave me such a rush.  “since you were bad, you will be punished. 
From now on, you will wake me up *every morning* with a blowjob, and
more, if I’m in the mood.”  And I almost always was.  Again, she just
bowed her head, and nodded.
 
 
 
When asked why she allowed this to continue, Pam said, “I don’t know
why I tolerated this from him.  What would Bob do?  I mean, sure the
pictures were bad, but it’s not like he’d….. well, yes, he would at the
very least have divorced me, and I’d grown so used to the life we had. 
And, if I’m being honest with myself, I enjoyed Sean’s attentions.  I
didn’t like getting hit, but it didn’t hurt that bad, and I suppose I
didn’t do what he wanted right away.  Maybe it was my fault.”
 
* *
 
          Sean continues: Over the next week and a half, I screwed Mom
at least once a day, except for weekends, since Dad was home then. 
When I took her ass the first time, oh boy, was she tight in there!  It
was fun listening to her plead for me not to ass-fuck her.  But I did. 
And you know what?  She came!  I knew right then that my mother really
*was* a slut.  She just didn’t want to admit it.  But I was going to
show her just what she really was.  And it’s only fair that those she
teased became her masters.
 
          My younger brother, Brad, finally came home from his two
weeks at camp.  Brad’s a year younger than me, with curly dark brown
hair.  He stays fit, because he runs track at school.  He got along
with Mom even worse than I did.  He used to get into trouble a lot at
school, and Mom seemed to revel in punishing him for it.  I knew that,
with him home all the time during the summer, I was either going to
have to bribe him, or I wasn’t going to get any from Mom for months.
 
          The day after he got back from camp was a Sunday.  I got him
alone in his room, and closed the door.  I was carrying a folder with
me.
 
          “Hey, Brad.  You meet any girls up at camp?”
 
          “Nah,” he said, “There weren’t none worth looking at.  And
besides, most of ‘em were older, so what chance did I have?”
 
          “So you still ain’t been laid.”  It wasn’t a question.  Brad
and I talked about this sort of thing a lot.  Brad wasn’t handsome at
14.  He had acne pretty bad, and his face was just sort of plain.  Not
to mention, he was sort of anti-social, and didn’t like to hang out at
teen places, so he had some major strikes against him.
 
          “Sure, rub it in, Sean.”  I sort of felt sorry for him, but
my plans for Mom involved him now, and so I knew his virgin state
wouldn’t last much longer.
 
          “How’d you like a guaranteed piece of tail?” I asked.
 
          “Who do I have to kill?”
 
          “Don’t you want to know who it is first?” I prodded.
 
          “She’s not an ugmo, is she?” he replied.
 
          “No, but… well, she’s someone you might not normally think of
screwing.”  I figured for sure he’d get it with that comment, but no
such luck.
 
          “So?  If she’ll screw me, I’ll screw her.”
 
          “Okay,” I said.  I figured I was going to have to lay it out
for him, and just test my luck.  “You know why Mom makes us leave the
house every Thursday?”
 
          “Never really thought about it.  Why?”
 
          Geez, was he dense.  I opened the folder I had with me, and
handed him one of the better pictures of Mom and the jerk.  “This is
what she’s been doing on Thursdays.”
 
          Brad’s eyes got wide.  “Fuck!” he whispered.
 
          “A very accurate comment.” I said.
 
          Finally, what I had in mind started to sink in.  “You’re not
saying… You want me to fuck *Mom*?”
 
          “She’s actually pretty damned good, now that I’ve got her to
do all the fun stuff,” I said.  “She was pretty uptight at the
beginning.”
 
          “How long have *you* been screwing her?”
 
          “Since just before you left.  I showed her these pictures,
and basically told her it was either do what I wanted, or I’d give
these to Dad.”
 
          “So, why you letting me in on it?” he asked.  

          “Simple.  I can’t get any with you here, unless you’re in on
it.  And I figure, the only way you can be in on it, and not narc on
me, is if you’re getting some too.”
 
          “Okay.  So, let’s call her up here!”
 
          “Aren’t you forgetting something, slick?” I asked.
 
          “What?  Oh, yeah.  Dad’s home.”
 
          “Right.  Here’s what we’re going to do…”  Over the next
couple of minutes, I laid out my plan for the following day.  Mom had
been waking me up with a blowjob every weekday, just as she’d been
told.  Most of the time, I left it at that.  I didn’t even unbury
myself from the sheets.  She’d just come in, move the lower portion of
the sheets aside, pull out my dick and go to it.  Some mornings, she
wouldn’t even see my face during the entire process.  This was part of
my plan.
 
          I should mention that my brother and I are roughly the same
size.  Enough so that I was pretty sure my mom would not notice a
substitution for the morning ritual.
 
 
 
 
 
          We asked Brad to give us a little bit of his point of view
that morning:
 
          On that Monday morning, I set my alarm for 8:00.  Sean had
said that Mom would wake him at 9:00, and I wanted plenty of time to
get ready.  Mom was downstairs cleaning, so I had an easy time slipping
into Sean’s room unseen.
 
          Sean told me to take off all my clothes and put on his
pajamas.  I guess he doesn’t sleep in his underwear, because he told me
to leave mine off.  He gave me really detailed instructions on how he
slept, and what Mom was going to do when she came in.  Finally, I laid
down on his bed under the covers, making sure they covered my face up. 
I heard Sean making some noise for a minute or so, but I have no idea
what he was doing.
 
          At what I guess was 9:00, Mom opened the door to Sean’s
room.  She was real quiet about it.  I guess she didn’t want to wake
Sean up, or maybe she was trying to avoid waking me up in my bedroom. 
Anyway, she shut the door, but I didn’t hear it close.  After a couple
of seconds, I felt a weight on the edge of the bed, which must have
been her arm.
 
          She pushed back the covers on the bed just enough to uncover
my woody.  My dick was so hard now that I worried I’d spoil the plan. 
I guess maybe Sean wakes up that way sometimes, too, ‘cause she didn’t
even seem to hesitate at all.  She reached into my pajama bottoms and
took my dick in her hand.  She pulled it out the slit, and gently moved
her hand up and down the shaft.  She did this a few times, and then
started kissing the length of my cock.  Some pre-cum started oozing out
the tip of my dick, and she licked that off. 

          Finally, she engulfed my prick in her mouth.  God, it was
such a feeling!  Her tongue slithered along my length as she tried to
suck the cum out of me.  Her mouth moved up and down on me, and I
moaned.  I knew I couldn’t last too long with this kind of treatment.
 
 
 
 
 
Sean told us he was watching from the closet. 

I knew that Brad didn’t have much control.  After Brad had laid down, I
set up the video camera to record the action.  As soon as I knew the
camera had gotten enough, I turned it off with the remote.  I didn’t
want the next part on camera, I just wanted enough to show she’d done
it willingly.
 
I silently opened the closet door, thankful that I had oiled the hinges
last week.  I crept up behind her, and placed my hand on her ass. 
Startled, she let Brad’s dick fall from her mouth so she could look
behind her.
 
“Sean!” she yelled.  “But then, who is…”  She looked back to the covers.
 
“Okay, you can come out now,” I said to Brad, who pulled the sheets off
his face.
 
“Hi, Mom!” he said.  “You’re really good at that!”
 
“And you need to get back to it,” I reminded her.  “Finish what you
started.”  She gazed at me pleadingly for only a second before
returning her mouth to his cock.
 
The extra time had allowed Brad a chance to cool off a little, so he
could go a little longer.  I started fingering Mom’s pussy, getting her
nice and wet for her next lesson.
 
 
 
 
 
Pam told us: I never expected that Brad would get in the middle of this
horrible thing.  That morning when I first sucked him off, I just
thought it was another day with Sean.  When I found out it was Brad,
well, there was nothing I could do about it.  Had I known beforehand,
maybe I could have talked Sean out of it, but somehow I doubt it.
 
After Sean ordered me back to sucking Brad, I lowered my mouth back
onto his rod.  My blowing technique had gotten better with practice,
but it suffered a little when Sean started fingering me.  I figured he
was just trying to get me off with Brad, so I started sucking Brad even
harder.  I don’t think Brad had much experience with girls, because
very quickly he was ready to come.  Though back then I hated it, I knew
I had to swallow every drop of Brad’s come, or Sean would find a way to
punish me.  As Brad’s spunk started spurting from his cock, I swallowed
it all, gagging at the taste, but forcing it down anyway.
 
Figuring we were finished, I stood up to leave.
 
“Where do you think you’re going?” Sean asked me.  “We’ve just started
here.  You can’t just blow the kid, and then leave.  He’s got to have
the full treatment.  Now get back there and fuck him.”
 
I looked back at my other son, who had removed his pajamas by now.  The
idea of having sex with my youngest son did not appeal to me, but it
must have been okay with him, because his dick was already back to full
hardness.
 
I turned back to Sean.  “No.  I can’t do this.  I *won’t* do this.”
 
“Okay,” he sighed.  “Do you have Dad’s number at work?  Or would you
rather I wait until he gets home tonight?  Hey, maybe I could fax the
pictures to him at work!”
 
I knew I was trapped.  Sean knew I was trapped too; I could see it in
his eyes.  Looking back at the expectant face of Brad, I could tell
even he knew I was trapped.
 
As I was deciding, Sean had removed my robe.  I wasn’t wearing anything
underneath, so both sons now had a good look at my naked body.  It was
not new to Sean, but it was Brad’s first look, and something I’d rather
he not see.  But I was defeated, and I had to give them what they
wanted.
 
Moving over to the bed, I straddled Brad’s young body.  I gently took
his dick in my hand, and placed it at my hole.  Closing my eyes, I sunk
down onto him, letting him slide all the way into me, until my pussy
lips rested in his pubic hair.  I stopped for a minute, to allow my son
to adjust to the new feelings he was having.  I was worried that this
would scar Brad for life.  My fears were short-lived, though, because
he quickly reached up to my tits and started twisting my nipples.
 
I began to ride up and down his cock, gripping it with the walls of my
pussy.  I leaned forward slightly to shift his cock inside me.  My
boobs hung down enough that he leaned up and sucked one into his mouth,
suckling at it as he did fourteen years before.  He continued to twist
and pinch my other nipple, and soon he began to bite down on the tit in
his mouth.  Not hard, but enough that I felt his teeth.  I didn’t want
to admit that it turned me on, but my pussy got hotter and wetter the
more he did it.
 
I didn’t know what Sean was up to until I felt his hand on my back.
 
 
 
 
 
Sean filled in the rest:  While Brad had been fucking Mom, I’d been
preparing for Mom’s new lesson.  Teaching her to fuck her other son
wasn’t much of a lesson, but the next part would be.
 
After getting myself well-lubed, I approached the two, fucking
furiously on my bed.  I put my hand on Mom’s back to get her
attention.  She stopped for a second to look at me.
 
“Lean over.  Lay almost completely flat onto Brad, but make sure he can
still breathe.”  I’d only told Brad that we were both going to have fun
with Mom at the same time.  I didn’t tell him how.
 
Once Mom was laid over, I climbed onto the bed, pushing her legs
further apart so that I had some balance.  As I placed the head of my
cock at her asshole, she realized what I had in mind.
 
“No, Sean!  Not both at the same time!”  She tried to rise, but I had
my hand on her back, holding her in place.  I slid slowly into her,
feeling the extra tightness because of Brad’s cock.  Mom let out a deep
moan as my cock intruded into her ass.  Soon, I was fully into her, and
my mother was as full as she had ever been.
 
Hanging on to her hips, I began to slide in and out of her slowly.  As
soon as I thought we could do it, I told Brad, “Now start pumping her
again.  It’ll be tight, but you can do it.”  Well, needless to say,
Brad was willing, and he started rocking into her.  Soon we were in
sync, and both of Mom’s holes were being fucked energetically.
 
I ordered Mom to kiss Brad, which is something I’d noticed she hadn’t
done.  I watched as their mouths met, and I could tell that Brad
quickly got his tongue into her mouth.  Now every hole in Mom’s body
was busy in the act of sex, all at once.  And the thing was, though she
kept saying no at the start, her body sure as hell said yes once we got
going.
 
Not having had my usual morning blow, I was quickly on the verge of
coming.  I felt my balls tighten, and then shot my load deep into her
ass.  The two of them barely noticed when I pulled out, so engrossed
were they.
 
I had them stop, and I pulled Mom up and off Brad.  He began to
complain, but I told him they weren’t done, but I wanted to show him
another position.  I had her get on hands and knees on the bed, and
told Brad that he was now going to fuck Mom in the doggy position. 
“Screw her like the bitch she is,” I said.
 
Eagerly, Brad kneeled behind her and inserted himself back into her hot
pussy.  I could see the look of pleasure on Mom’s face, and I knew she
wouldn’t be satisfied now until she came again.  Wanting more, I
presented my dick to her mouth.  She turned her head away with a look
of disgust, knowing where it had just been.  I took hold of the back of
her head and turned it back to my cock.  “Suck it, or I can think of
something worse.”
 
Since she knew that I *could* think of worse things, she took it in.  I
could see the look of nausea on her face, but I didn’t care.  Her mouth
worked over my cock, cleaning it and making it fully hard again.  As
Brad continued to pound her from behind, she slurped up my shaft,
licking around the head and then running her tongue along the underside
as she plunged me back into her mouth.
 
Soon, Brad was ready to shoot his load, and I felt myself nearing that
peak as well.  Brad came first, shuddering as he poured his seed into
Mom.  With that, Mom’s orgasm hit, and her body was wracked with
spasms.  She moaned around my dick, and the extra vibration shot me
over the edge, so I loosed a flood of sperm down her throat.
 
When we came down from our passions, Mom crumpled to the bed,
exhausted.  Brad and I looked at each other.  Brad smiled.   I held up
my hand, and we high-fived each other.  Now I knew I’d be getting Mom
when and wherever I wanted.  I looked down at her, seeing her crying on
the bed.
 
“Just remember, Mom.  You belong to *me*.  You’ll have sex wherever and
whenever I want, and with *whoever* I want.  I don’t care if it’s some
goddamned bum off the street.  When I say ‘fuck’, you should ask ‘how
long?’  Don’t forget that!”
 
 
 
 
 
In our next article, we’ll see how Sean started using his mother to
repay favors done for him, and how he started to turn her into a
sex-craved nymphomaniac.
 
          

 
 
