 
         --===Eric Storm's Stories | A Mother's Slavery - Chapter 4===--
 
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Article 4
 


API - COLLIER COUNTY, NM We bring you a special series covering the shocking
tale of a fifteen-year-old son who enslaved his mother. Following is the
fourth of ten 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.
 




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Sean tells us what happened next:
 


I really thought Mom would rebel after the whole thing with Tom and Jerry. I
mean, I basically rented her out to two guys she didn't even know, and I
videotaped it. The tape, of course, was insurance; since the affair was over,
I wanted to make damned sure that she wasn't going to try to accuse me of
anything.
 
I was really surprised the next morning, when she showed up at the usual time
for my morning blowjob. She seemed as enthusiastic about it as she always was.
Granted, that wasn't *very* enthusiastic, but she didn't complain about it
anymore. As I enjoyed her mouth bobbing on my dick, I thought about what it
meant that she had accepted the day before without any major fuss.
 
You see, my plan was not to simply screw my mom. I was going to turn her into
a complete slut. Why? Because she always dressed like one at home, but she was
so proper in public. I wanted the rest of the world to see her the way her
kids did.
 
I waited another couple days, to make sure things really were cool. I told
Brad to leave her alone, too. I didn't want to push her too far, too fast, or
she'd crack. I wanted her broken, but not shattered.
 
Anyway, when I figured her break had been long enough, I went for a ride
downtown. I chained up my bike in a safer area, and walked into the adult
district. Granted, our adult district isn't very big, but it had enough to
suit my needs. I stepped into the adult theater, and up to the ticket booth.
 
"I'll need to see some ID before I can let you in," the guy at the counter
said.
 
"I'm not here for a movie. Can I speak with the manager, please?" I said.
 
The guy nodded, and went to get Billy, the manager of the theater. Now, I
should tell you that I had met Billy a couple times before. Billy was a pimp,
as well as a theater manager, and I had... made use of his services while I
was planning my mother's entrapment. So I knew he wasn't above a little
dishonesty.
 
"Can I help you? Hey, we've met somewhere, haven't we?" he said, when he saw
me.
 
"Yeah. Can we talk in private for a few minutes?"
 
Billy took me back to his office, and closed the door. "What's on your mind?
Need another girl? I ain't seen you in a while..."
 
"Nah, I have my own private slut now. Which is what I wanted to talk to you
about. She's still in training, and I need your help..." I outlined what I
needed from Billy, and what the eventual benefit to him would be. He was happy
to help out, and we set up a time for the next day.
 


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Pam tells us how the next day began:
 


I figured it was a normal day. I'd given the boys their blowjobs, and I was
cleaning up the house. I was grateful that the boys had both left me alone
after the incident with Tom and Jerry. I hoped that perhaps they were growing
tired of the game, and that eventually even the blowjobs could stop.
 
That was not to be.
 
When Sean came downstairs, he grabbed the van keys off the counter. He wasn't
old enough to drive by himself yet, but he did have his learner's permit. I
knew that meant I was going to have to go with him, wherever he went.
 
Sean confirmed it when he ran his hand over my ass and said, "C'mon, we're
going somewhere."
 
"Let me get changed first," I told him, but he refused.
 
"You look fine for where we're going. C'mon." He headed out the door, and I
knew better than to not follow him. I climbed into the van beside him, and we
headed out.
 
It wasn't long before we were in the seedier part of the city. It worried me
that Sean was taking me here; I didn't want to be seen with my son in this
place. He didn't seem to care what I wanted, though, as he parked the van in a
lot across from several adult establishments.
 
Sean didn't even look at me as he got out of the van. He just expected me to
follow. Like the defeated woman I had become, I followed. I felt myself blush
as we walked right into the adult theater and up to the ticket counter. I knew
that the game ended here; Sean wasn't nearly old enough to get into one of
these movies.
 
"Two, please," Sean said, and slid something across the counter. The ticket
guy picked up what Sean had given him, looked at it, and nodded. He didn't
even ask for payment, but simply waved us into the theater.
 
I gasped when I saw the movie, already running and in the middle of a sex
scene already. I was horrified that the theater was half full of men, and a
few women, watching with rapt attention.
 
"Sean," I pleaded, "let's please leave now."
 
"No," he said, and directed me to a specific row, and then a specific seat. As
soon as he sat down, he reached around and pulled me close to him. As I leaned
in, he moved his hand down and started groping my tit.
 
"Sean!" I hissed, "Not in public!"
 
He looked over at me, and I could tell he was pissed off. "Oh, so you don't
want me to touch you in public, huh?" he said, and I was afraid of what was
coming. He suddenly took his arm away from me, and then, quick as I've ever
seen him move, he undid his pants, and pulled his pants and briefs down off
his hips.
 
He looked me square in the eye, and I could see the warning there. "Then you'd
better suck me off," he said, "And do it good!"
 
Before I could protest, Sean grabbed the back of my head and forced my face
down into his lap.
 


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Sean carries on the story from there:
 


I knew Mom was going to resist me messing around with her in so public a
place, even if it was a dark theater. I was even counting on it. As I shoved
her head down into my lap, she finally opened her mouth and let my cock slip
inside. She knew how I liked to be blown, and she did her best to bring me off
quickly, but I had made sure to masturbate right before coming to the theater.
Between that and the blowjob I woke up to, I was ready to hold off for quite a
while. 

Finally, after about ten minutes, I blew my load deep into her mouth. She
swallowed, as she was required to, and then she sat back up. I grabbed the
back of her head again before she could sit up all the way.
 
"Get your ass back down there," I hissed. "I didn't say you could stop. You
keep licking and sucking until I say otherwise!"
 
I saw a tear trickle from her eye, which turned me on, but then she obediently
bent back over my cock, and started kissing and licking it. While she did
that, I let my hand slip underneath her, and I started to molest her tit
again. She stiffened, but then I squeezed harder, and she realized I was
serious, and let me do what I wanted.
 
After another few minutes, I was growing hard again. This was, of course, my
plan, since I wasn't done with her yet. Once I was fully hard, I reached down
and undid her jean shorts.
 
Mom sat up quickly then.
 
"No, Sean, you can't. Not here."
 
"Yeah, I can, and I will. I'll do whatever the hell I want. Unless, that is,
you'd like to see how Dad reacts to that video I made."
 
"Goddammit, Sean! This has to stop somewhere!"
 
"It stops if and when I say it stops! Now pull your fucking shorts off. And
your panties!"
 
Mom was mortified, but she knew I had her over a barrel. She pulled her shorts
and underwear off, and set them on her lap. This was her attempt to keep me
from doing anything, while still obeying her instructions. I was unhappy with
her little ploy.
 
"Okay, bitch, if that's the way you want to play it," I snarled lowly, trying
not to attract too much attention, "get over here and sit on my lap."
 
Even in the dark, I could see her pale. She knew what I really meant by that.
I was going to fuck her, right there in the theater. She began to cry
silently, which made my dick even harder. After a long pause, she did move
over, though. She knew she was expected to help me stick it in, and she did,
reaching down to make sure that my cock went right up into her hot little
pussy as she sat down.
 
I reached my hands under her shirt and mauled her tits as I rocked my hips
back and forth. It felt so damned good to fuck her like this, where anyone who
wanted to look could see her... but they wouldn't be able to see me very well,
what with her in front of me and all.
 
Mom was just starting to get into it, rocking her hips with mine, when Billy,
the manager, walked up. He'd been watching the whole thing, of course, as that
was the point.
 
"Excuse me, you two. You can't do this in here," he said in a quiet, but
gruff, voice. "Take it to a motel!"
 
"Aw, c'mon," I said to him. "Can't a guy have a little reality while he's
watching the fantasy on-screen?"
 
"Listen, man, I'm telling you that you have to stop."
 
"Maybe you're just jealous, 'cause you're not gettin' any," I said. Leaning
forward a little, I said to Mom, "Go ahead, suck him off. It'll keep us out of
trouble."
 
Mom hesitated for a second, but then she leaned forward and unzipped Billy's
jeans. Billy didn't say anything at all, but he obviously wasn't going to stop
her. As Mom pulled his cock out of his pants, I started to rock my hips again,
moving in and out of her.
 
Mom groaned quietly as she took Billy's dick into her mouth. She grasped the
base of his shaft with one hand while she fondled his balls with the other. I
wondered why she was so fucking into it, until I realized she was trying to
get him off just as fast as she possibly could, to get this over with. I
smiled to myself; Billy bragged that he could hold off his climax for as long
as he wanted. 

Once Mom had started rocking her hips into me again, I leaned forward
slightly, so that I could reach around her. I moved my hand down between her
legs, and I started to rub her clit. I heard her moan, even around Billy's
rather substantial dick. I knew she couldn't resist this for long, and I
needed her to come while she was sucking Billy off.
 
I felt Mom rocking back into me harder and harder, and her head bobbed even
faster on Billy's dick. It wasn't too long before I felt her begin to shudder,
and I heard her muffled cry of orgasm. I continued to rock my dick up into
her, prolonging her climax as much as I could. Just as she was starting to
come down from her high, I heard Billy let out a soft grunt. He was obviously
coming, and Mom was soon swallowing his spunk.
 
After a little while of calming down, Billy pulled his dick out of Mom's
mouth, and put it away. He looked at me and said, "Okay, I guess you can
finish up. But don't do this kind of thing in my theater again."
 
"Thanks," I said. I continued rocking my hips up into Mom. I wasn't yet ready
to come, even though she had. Once Billy walked away, I said to her, "That was
a good slut. Now, fuck me harder."
 
I'd never called her a slut before, I don't think. She was shocked, but I
think it also turned her on a little bit.
 


Pam confirms Sean's opinion:
 


When Sean called me a slut, I have to admit I was both horrified, and
immensely turned on. I was afraid of what Sean was turning me into. I feared
that "slut" was exactly what he had in mind.
 
I used my legs to push myself off of his cock, holding the back of the seat in
front of me for support. I let gravity slam my hips back down onto him, and
just kept that up. Sean had little need of variety in situations like this
one; so long as he got off, he was happy.
 
I rode him for a couple minutes, and my legs were beginning to ache, but I
could feel that he was close. Finally, he grunted, and then grabbed me,
pulling me tightly into his lap. I felt his cum shoot up into me, and it
caused my pussy to shudder, even though I had already climaxed earlier. I'm
ashamed to admit that I loved the feel of my son's cock deep inside of me, and
when he reached under my shirt and groped my tits, I was in heaven, for the
moment.
 
The moment didn't last long.
 


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Brad gives us his feelings about the theater incident:
 


Mainly, I was pissed off. Sean hadn't even told me about that one. I thought
it was kind of unfair that he'd gotten her all to himself like that. And I
told him so, when I found out about it the next day. He reminded me that he'd
done all the work trapping her, and I couldn't really argue with that. Still,
I was annoyed. Dad was home for the next couple days, so nothing could happen,
but Sean promised me that our next outing with Mom would be more fun for me.
 


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Sean tells us about his plan for the following week:
 


I knew that the thing at the movie had pushed Mom further than she'd gone
before. I wanted to keep doing that; I wanted to keep pushing her just one
step further than she had gone already. I was trying to get her to a point
where she would do anything I wanted her to, without questioning me, and
without hesitating.
 
The following Monday, I had Brad head out early. We'd already talked about
what was going to happen, and he was pretty stoked about it. I figured I'd
give him about an hour to get everything set up the way we needed it.
 
Once the time was up, I called to Mom, and picked up the van keys. I saw the
dread in her eyes, but she didn't say anything; she just followed me out to
the van. I could see the confusion in Mom's face when we pulled into the
parking lot of the state park. She had to know this meant sex in public, but I
don't think she had any idea of what was really going to happen.
 
"Come on," I told her, and we got out of the van. We walked in silence down a
jogging path. In the five minutes we were walking, we had to be passed by at
least a dozen people. That was the point; it was an active place.
 
Finally, I reached the spot I wanted. If I looked very carefully, I could see
Brad waving to me from within the trees. I stepped off the path into the
woods, and turned to make sure Mom was following.
 
"Sean?" she asked, uncertain of what was going on.
 
"Come on," I ordered, waving my hand. I made sure she took a couple steps
before I turned around and walked to where Brad was standing. I was at least
thirty feet ahead of Mom. This was good.
 
I stood facing Brad, who handed me a rope with a loop on the end. In his hand,
he held another one, just like it. I continued to face him, with my back to
Mom, so she could not see what we were doing. Brad kept his eyes on Mom, to
make sure she was walking toward us like she was supposed to.
 
When Mom was basically right behind me, I said, "Turn around and face the
path." I just knew that would make her nervous. Not because she had to look at
the path, but because she couldn't see what we were doing now. I looked at
Brad, who made sure that she was standing like she was supposed to, hands at
her sides. Once he nodded to me, I nodded back at him, and turned to face my
mother.
 
Brad and I each took three steps to where Mom was standing, grabbed one hand,
and put a loop of rope around it. We quickly pulled the rope tight, so that
she couldn't get it off her wrist.
 
"Boys, what are you doing... we can't do anything *here*..."
 
"Who's gonna stop us? You?" Brad taunted. I smiled at him just then. I pulled
the rope even tighter on her wrists, making sure she wouldn't wriggle loose.
The rope was a soft rope, sold specifically for "lovers" to tie each other up
without leaving marks. We didn't want to leave any visible evidence for Dad to
find. The rope was tied off to sturdier rope , which went around a tree on
each side of her. We each stepped to a tree and pulled on our rope, until
Mom's hands could no longer rest at her sides. We did not stretch her out
spread-eagle; that wouldn't have worked for what we were gonna do.
 
Once I had my rope tied off, and then checked Brad's, I stepped in front of
Mom. I really liked seeing the look of terror in her eyes. I reached down and
lifted her tank top up over her tits. She was, as usual, not wearing a bra. I
loved the site of her enormous mounds, and I groped them, looking her in the
eye as I did so.
 
"You bastard," she whispered. I smiled.
 
At that point, Brad reached around and undid Mom's jean shorts. She tried to
close her legs, holding her shorts on, but Brad had put his foot between her
legs, to prevent her from doing exactly that. He yanked the shorts down off
her hips, taking her panties with them. Mom blushed, closed her eyes, and
bowed her head as her clothing fell to the ground. I took the opportunity to
pull her shirt up over her head. I couldn't take it off, because of the ropes,
but I got it permanently out of our way.
 
As I continued to grope Mom's tits, I started to pull her forward some. She
staggered, what with her pants around her ankles, but she was able to move. As
she reached the limits of the ropes, though, her arms were pulled backward.
 
"I can't go forward any more, Sean," she pleaded.
 
"Sure you can. You just need to bend over," I assured her. She looked at me,
knowing just what that meant. She was crying as she bent over, her arms still
being pulled backward, but not painfully so. Now that she was bent over, her
head at crotch level, it was much easier to access everything she had to offer.
 
While I had been getting Mom into position, Brad had been undressing. I could
see that he was already fully hard, and he approached her right away for entry.
 
Before he could stick it in, I warned him, "Make sure she's wet first. If
she's not, it's gonna hurt *you*, too."
 
Brad stopped, and then nodded. He slipped his finger deep inside of Mom, and
thrust it in and out a few times. Mom groaned in either passion or
frustration, but it was clear she was wet by the sounds Brad's fingers were
making.
 
After only a few seconds, Brad pulled out his hand, and pushed his cock deep
inside Mom's pussy. He started thrusting immediately, and I stepped back to
enjoy watching Mom's tits swinging as Brad rammed her from behind. I walked
over to the bag Brad had brought out earlier, and took out the camera. I
snapped lots of pics of Mom's face, and her body. I tried to make sure not to
get Brad's face into the image, or we'd have to crop it out later. 

Brad was too aroused to last long, and I knew that. He was already on the
verge of coming. Finally, he grunted and blasted a load deep into Mom's cunt.
She closed her eyes and hung her head as she felt him filling her up.
 
As Brad pulled out, I walked around behind Mom, to take pictures of her
exposed pussy. After I was done with the photos, I dropped the camera back in
the bag, and got undressed myself. Sloppy seconds ain't the best, but they're
good enough. I thrust deep into Mom on the first shot, and she cried out
briefly.
 
"Better not do that," I warned, "or someone might come see what you're up to
in here."
 
I continued to thrust into her, hard, fucking her for all she was worth. Soon,
she was groaning and panting, and her noises were starting to get louder. I
knew that, if we didn't do something, people would hear her, and as much as I
wanted her to *think* I wanted people to see her, it was the last thing I
really wanted.
 
"Brad, you'd better quiet her down," I told him as I continued to fuck her
hard.
 
"How?" he asked.
 
"Shove your dick in her mouth, how else?" I snapped. He can be so dense at
times.
 
Brad moved around and pushed his semi-hard dick into Mom's mouth. She was in
mid-moan, and it was effectively muffled by the prick she had to suck. I
didn't even slow down; I continued to rut into her as hard as I could.
 
After a while, I could tell that Brad had reached full hardness again. I
motioned to him to pull out of her mouth. Her groans were once again audible
to the world.
 
"I think we need to try something else," I told Brad. I pulled out of Mom, and
she sighed loudly in frustration and need. As I moved around in front of her,
I said something very quietly to Brad. He nodded and smiled.
 
Reaching down, I grabbed Mom's tits. I lifted her upright as I pushed her
backward, letting her slowly walk back to an upright position. I stepped on
her clothes and told her to pull her feet free, which she did.
 
I grabbed one of her legs, and lifted it to my hip. Then I jabbed my dick a
couple times at her pussy. On the third try, it found its mark, and I slid
back into her hot wetness. Mom groaned in satisfaction at being filled back up
with my cock.
 
I kissed Mom, hard, to muffle her groans again, as they were starting to get
louder. I thought Brad was taking his own sweet time about things, but I
didn't really care; fucking Mom is always fun.
 


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Brad tells us what he was doing:
 


I knew I had to lube up good for what was coming. I was as hard as I'd ever
been, what with hearing Mom getting fucked by Sean. Once I'd gotten myself as
slick as I needed to be, I moved in behind Mom.
 
I grabbed her ass and pulled her ass cheeks apart, then I took my thumb and
pushed it into her ass. She cried out, or tried to, anyway, since Sean was
still kissing her. She was squirming around, trying to get away from my thumb.
This was a lot of fun, but it wasn't what I wanted. Her squirming was actually
helping, though, because it loosened up her ass a bit.
 
Finally, when I figured she was loose enough, I pulled my thumb out. She
settled down then; I don't think she knew what was coming, or she was too busy
paying attention to what Sean's dick was doing in her cunt.
 
Anyway, I stepped a little closer, pulled her ass cheeks apart again, and
pressed the head of my dick to her little rosebud. She could tell the
difference between that and my thumb, apparently, because she squirmed even
more this time. It didn't matter, though; Sean was holding her in place.
 
I pushed slowly, and my dick sank deep into her ass. She was oh so tight, and
it felt great. Once I was buried inside her, I just stopped, letting her do
the squirming. She was moving all over the place, trying to get my dick out of
her butt, but nothing was working.
 
Finally, as she started to settle down, I guess resigned to the fact that she
was being double-fucked, I started to thrust into her. It was almost too
tight, what with Sean's dick in her pussy, but I managed. Soon, I was rocking
my hips into her at a good pace. I could hear her grunt and groan into Sean's
mouth, but that only turned me on more.
 
I could tell that, despite all her complaining, Mom was pretty turned on. Her
groans were turning into moans of delight, and I could just feel that she was
approaching her orgasm. I pushed into her even faster then, wanting to push
her over the edge. In just a few more moments, her body began to shake, and
she screamed into Sean's mouth, her body overcome by her climax.
 
I think Sean came with her, because he grunted strongly back at her, and then
I felt him pull out of her. He continued to kiss her, though, until her orgasm
had passed.
 
Finally, Sean backed away from Mom.
 
"She's all yours," he told me. I reached around and grabbed her tits now,
twisting her nipples while I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could. She
whimpered with each thrust, and that turned me on even further. I knew I was
close to coming. I couldn't hold back any longer.
 
I slammed my hips against her ass and held them there while my cock spewed its
load deep inside her bowels. I grunted pretty loud, and mauled her tits. I
shuddered for quite a while, it was an intense orgasm.
 
Finally, I started to come down. I continued to grope Mom's tits while my cock
softened and then slipped out of her ass. Finally, I let her go, so I could
stagger over to my clothes. I was pretty wasted.
 


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Pam lets us know how she felt at the time:
 


I had just been tied up and essentially raped by my two sons. I had just been
ass-fucked by my youngest son while my oldest son was fucking my pussy. I was
sore, and I was tired, and I was... beginning to enjoy it.
 
I was scared of that.
 


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Keep your eyes open for our next article, where Sean takes his mother's
indoctrination to another level.
 


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