 
                --===A Mother's Slavery, Article 3===--
 
Article 3
 
 
 
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 third 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.
 
 
 
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Pam, our beleaguered mother, begins our story:
 
    I really don't have any answer why I let the boys get away
with what they were doing.  Part of me says it was because I didn't
want my marriage to fall apart.  Bob, my husband, wasn't much in bed,
but he provided well for us.  I knew if he saw the pictures that Sean
had of me, that our seventeen years of marriage were over.  I couldn't
stand that thought.
 
    But there was another part of me, a dark part, I like to
think, that was beginning to enjoy their attention.  Bob had never been
highly sexual, and I'd gotten laid more times in those weeks than I had
in months between Bob and me.  It was demeaning, and degrading, and it
felt very, very good.  Until it was over, and then I remembered that
the person who had just brought me to orgasm, probably more than once,
was my very own son.  

    I tried to tell myself that eventually they would tire of
me, and find girlfriends to screw, but that was not to be.
 
 
 
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    The day I realized they were not going away started like
any other day, giving both of the boys blowjobs.  Sean insisted that
Brad get the same treatment, supposedly because I had mistreated him
somehow.  I raised that child to be polite, and to do right, and this
was how I got repaid for it!  But I'm losing track.  I was doing some
housework, dusting and such, downstairs.  The boys were upstairs, doing
what, I didn't know, but I figured they were playing video games or
something.  I was only mildly surprised to be called upstairs by Sean. 
I hoped that it was something maternal that he wanted, knowing even as
I climbed those stairs that it wasn't.
 
    I came to Sean's door, which was closed.  The rules Sean
had given me said that I had to knock and wait to be invited in.  It
wasn't right that my son had so much control over me, but I meekly
knocked, and waited for a reply.  It took a few seconds, long enough to
make me wonder what they were doing.  Then I heard Sean's voice say,
"C'mon in, Mom."
 
    I opened the door, and found Sean leaning against the wall
just inside the door.  I turned to face him, my arms at my sides as he
preferred.  I wasn't to speak until he said something, but he just
stood there looking at me.  Then he nodded.
 
    Before I had any time to react, Brad leapt out from behind
the door, where I had not seen him hiding.  He grabbed both my arms and
pulled them behind my back, holding them firmly.  I might have
struggled free, except that I was so in shock, and Brad wasn't a weak
boy.  I opened my mouth to protest, but Sean was ready for this.  He
stuffed my mouth with a handkerchief, and tied it on my head.  I was
beginning to worry where they were leading with this.  If they thought
I needed to be gagged, was I going to be screaming in pain?
 
    My real fear began when Sean brought out the blindfold.  My
protests were merely muffled grunts as he wrapped it around my head. 
It was big enough, and of a heavy enough material, that I couldn't see
anything at all.  My world was completely black.  Though I knew that
Brad was still holding my arms behind my back, I couldn't tell now
where Sean was.  Or what he was doing.  And that worried me.
 
 
 
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Sean fills in the rest:
 
    Brad and I had been up in my room, goofing off and playing
some games.  Well, one thing led to another, and we ended up talking
about girls and fucking.  That sort of talk quickly made both of us
horny.  But Brad wanted to do something "different" with Mom.  He
didn't know what, but he wanted to pay her back for the shitty way
she'd treated him over the last couple years.
 
    We talked about it for a while, until we finally decided
how she would be punished.  We spent maybe a half-hour putting things
together in my room, getting ready for her.  I had to put together some
soft bindings, so as not to leave any marks on her that Dad would ask
about, but that would still hold her securely.  Once I'd finished them,
we moved my bed into the middle of the room, to allow us to move all
the way around it.  Then I fastened the bindings to the legs and
headboard of the bed.  The setup wasn't perfect, but it would keep her
from moving.
 
    After all the prep work was finished, I had Brad hide
behind the door while I called Mom up.  I don't even think she noticed
that the bed had been moved, because she just stared at me with that
look she'd wear whenever she knew we were going to have some fun with
her.  Since she was acting as she was supposed to, and I knew I
wouldn't have to punish her for failing to follow orders, I nodded at
Brad.
 
    Well, Brad grabbed her arms, and I gagged and blindfolded
her.  The sight was something to behold.  I'd seen the fear in her eyes
as I was putting the blindfold on, and I'd been tempted to leave it off
so I could see that look.  But I figured she'd be even more scared if
she couldn't see anything.
 
    Once we had her gagged, and the blindfold was secure, we
walked her over to the bed.  As scared as she was, I knew better than
to trust her to behave while we got her situated on the bed.  I stooped
down and grabbed the binding at the foot of the bed, slipping it around
her ankle and tightening it down so that it would not come off her
leg.  Now she couldn't move more than a few inches from the bed
anyway.  Stepping around the bed, I signaled to Brad.  We had already
discussed the procedure, so we didn't need words.  I didn't want Mom to
know what was coming ahead of time.
 
    Brad kept hold of one of her arms while pushing her
backward onto the bed.  Her other arm flailed wildly, trying to
maintain her balance, until I caught it by the wrist, and yanked her
down onto the bed.  We manhandled her into position on the bed, and
pulled her wrists up to the restraints at the top of the headboard.  I
fastened mine tight, and then went over to check Brad's, but he had
done a good job.  Now all that was left was one more leg.  When I
reached for her leg, she sensed it and almost kicked me, but thought
better of it at the last minute.  She let her leg relax, and soon it
was bound to the other side of the bed.  Now our beautiful mother was
spread-eagle, tied down to my bed, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. 
There was just one problem, and Brad was quick to point it out.
 
    "Hey, she's still got clothes on!"
 
    And so she did.  She was twisting on the bed, trying to get
her hands free from the restraints.  There wasn't a chance of that; I
knew how to tie knots, but it was fun to watch as her tits heaved back
and forth with her movements.  But Brad was right: it would be even
more fun to watch her do it naked.
 
    "I guess we'll just have to fix that," I said, opening up
my dresser drawer.  I had borrowed a combat knife from Tom, just in
case I ever needed it.  (I'd had something like this planned, but I
really wasn't going to do it so soon.  But what the hell.)  Anyway, I
figured the eight-inch blade would make short work of her T-shirt and
shorts.
 
    I moved to the bed, and ran the cold metal blade along her
silky skin.  At first she froze, startled, but then, recognizing what
that had to be, she began to groan and plead through her gag.  I
dragged the blade lightly all the way up her thigh, and then ran it
over each of her nipples, which hardened beneath her shirt.  Gripping
the collar of her T-shirt, I pulled it away from her, and put the blade
to it.  Once the collar material was cut, I simply yanked her shirt off
of her.  She cringed at the tearing sound it made.
 
    Her breath was coming hard and fast now, and it heaved her
tits about in a most enticing manner.  Apparently Brad thought so, too,
because his hands quickly began to fondle her ample mounds.  I enjoyed
the sight for a few moments, but then I picked up the knife again to
continue with my task.
 
    Her shorts were somewhat tougher, but soon I'd managed to
cut both legs free, and tossed the ruined fabric to the floor.  Just to
tease, I ran the flat of the blade along her cunt, which twitched in
response.  She gasped at the feel of it, and I looked up.  Brad had
taken to sucking her tits, and I assumed this was the reason her
panties were dripping wet.  But it wasn't her panties I wanted to see,
but her pussy.  I slipped the point of the knife into each leghole of
the panties, and yanked upward.  The material gave little resistance,
and soon her pussy was bare for the world to see.  I ran my hand over
it, admiring the engorged lips, and the erect clit.  As Brad continued
to suck on her tits, I stuck my middle finger deep into her cunt, and
started ramming it in and out as fast as I could.  The way I had my
hand, it brushed her clit every time I rammed in, and soon you could
hear her moaning through the gag.
 
    I guess her movement was starting to get to Brad, because
he stopped sucking her tits to take all his clothes off.  He nearly
pushed me down to get between her legs.  His dick was standing out
straight, and he didn't waste any time putting it inside of her.  I'd
gotten her so wet, he was easily able to slide all the way home on his
first stroke.  Mom really started groaning then, and Brad just started
thrashing into her as fast as he could, grinding himself against her
when his dick was fully into her pussy, then pulling almost all the way
out, and plunging all the way in again.
 
    I moved up to play with Mom's tits.  I groped and kneaded
them as Brad continued to pummel her cunt.  I knew Brad had to come
soon, as hyped up as he was.  When I heard him begin to grunt, I
twisted Mom's nipples fiercely.  She always protested that she didn't
like this, but as soon as I started, her back arched, and she screamed
behind her gag, her body convulsing in orgasm.  Once she had begun her
orgasm, Brad let out with a loud grunt, beginning his own come.  They
both cried out and convulsed for quite a while, before they each
collapsed.  I just left them to go off to the bathroom.  I'd gotten
enough of a kick out of watching the two of them that I could wait
until she was at least conscious before I had my go at her.
 
 
 
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    I was down in the kitchen eating lunch by the time Brad
recovered enough to move away from Mom.  He came in fully dressed, and
started making his own lunch.  I just kept eating my sandwich. 
Eventually he sat down across from me and said, "What do we do with her
now?"
 
    "What do you mean?" I asked.
 
    "Well, if we go up there and untie her, she's probably
going to be pretty pissed."
 
    "Who said anything about untying her?"
 
    Brad's face contorted with shock.  "You're gonna *leave*
her like that?"
 
    "Why not?  Dad won't be home until nine tonight, he's got a
lodge meeting, remember?  I don't see any reason to untie her until
this evening sometime."
 
    Just thinking about her now had me hard, and I figured it
was my turn to have a go at her.  I cleaned up my lunch dishes and went
up to my room.  I moved quietly, because I didn't want her to hear me
coming.  I stopped in my doorway to admire the naked form before me,
all tied up and nowhere to go.  I realized that she couldn't see or
speak, but she still had the ability to hear, and I didn't want that. 
I wanted it all to be a surprise to her.  I looked around for what I
could use, and then I got an idea.  I tuned the radio to static, and
then plugged in my headphones.  I put them on to adjust the sound so
that I couldn't hear anything, then took them off and turned the noise
up just a little further.  These were the old-style, bulky headphones
that completely cover your ears.  I put them on Mom's head, and I saw
her initial cringe from the assault of the white noise.  I snapped my
fingers in front of her a few times, but got no reaction, so I figured
she probably couldn't hear me now.  I couldn't do much about her sense
of smell, but that wasn't all that important, anyway.  All she really
had left was her sense of touch.  She would have to focus on that now.
 
    I had a plan for Mom.  I didn't want her to be so reluctant
about sex.  I wanted her to crave it.  I wanted her to become a slut,
even a nympho.  I wanted to make her want sex so bad she'd do just
about anything to get it.  I knew that meant making sure that every
session she had with me meant an orgasm for her.  Her body had to learn
that even painful experiences led to bliss.  She had to want to have
her cunt filled all the time.  And I was ready to put the time in that
this would require.
 
    I went into her bathroom and got the baby oil.  I went
down, and heated it in the microwave for a few seconds to get it hot,
but not near scalding.  I then headed back upstairs to begin Mom's
lesson.  I didn't have to worry about being quiet now, and I went about
setting up normally, putting the oil on my dresser, and then disrobing
myself.  I poured a good amount of oil into my hands, coating them
liberally with it.  I dropped my hands gently to her abdomen, and she
jumped, proving to me that she had not known I was there.  The oil was
very warm, and I began rubbing it all over her abdomen.  As I moved up
to her tits, I poured oil directly over them, and kept rubbing it in. 
It wasn't long before she was squirming beneath my touch, her moans
barely contained by the gag.  I continued to rub the oil over her skin,
moving up from her tits to coat her upper chest and shoulders, even
moving up her arms a little.  I worked my way back down, past her tits,
pouring more oil as needed.  I passed over her cunt for the moment,
working my way down her legs.  I kneaded and caressed her legs, pouring
the oil over them.  I would have to change my sheets after this.  I
reached her feet, and made sure that even they were thoroughly coated
in the baby oil.  Then I began my trek back up her legs.
 
    At my first touch to her cunt, Mom had an explosive
orgasm.  Her body thrashed all over the bed, restraints
notwithstanding.  I kept my hand at her pussy, rubbing over it gently
all through her orgasm, adding a little oil, and continuing to rub. 
She arched and bucked and writhed until I lifted my hand for a while,
allowing her to come down.  I didn't want her passing out just yet.
 
    Once she had settled from her climax, I began rubbing her
tits again, having poured a good amount of oil there.  As I did, I
moved onto the bed between her legs.  I lifted my hands from her tits
only to rub just a little oil on my dick.  Not that it was needed,
since her pussy was not only covered in oil, but was dripping her own
juices freely.  But it felt good, so I did it.  I put the head of my
dick at her opening before I resumed fondling her tits.  Then I pressed
into her, deliberately going slowly.
 
    Immediately she began to writhe, trying to get more of me
into her.  Each time she started to, I'd pull out a little, teasing. 
But I kept up the massage on her breasts.  It was beginning to drive
her mad, but I maintained the slow pace, until finally I felt my balls
come to rest against her ass cheeks.  With me buried fully in her, she
was wriggling beneath me, and my lower half was quickly coated with
baby oil.  I laid myself gently against her, still supporting most of
my weight, but allowing contact across our full body lengths.  Her
movements increased as much as they could at the contact, and I finally
felt that I needed to get on with it.
 
    My pace into her was anything but slow.  I started slamming
into her from the beginning, and she loved every thrust.  Her groans
were so loud the gag might as well not have been there, and her hips
were pushing up to meet my every move.  Our bodies slipped easily over
each other through the wet silkiness of the baby oil, allowing me to
feel her nipples slide across my chest as we moved together.  Mom
climaxed again and again, as she was on a sexual high.
 
    Soon, even I was ready to come, but I had something special
in mind.  I continued my thrusts as best I could while I removed Mom's
gag.  Her groans immediately filled the entire room.  I'm not sure at
that point she even noticed the gag was gone.  Just as I was about to
come, I pulled out.  Mom moaned in frustration, her mouth hung open in
a pant.  I quickly slid myself up her body, facilitated by the oil, and
because of the pillows beneath her shoulders and head, my cock slid
neatly into her mouth.  It took her only moments to realize what had
happened.  Having no other choice, she sucked on my dick as I slid it
in and out of her mouth, my buttocks sliding over her tits and sending
waves of pleasure through her.  I came very quickly, and Mom dutifully
swallowed every drop, as I held her head into my pelvis, making sure we
were sealed together until I was done coming.
 
    Having spent myself, I pulled my shrinking dick from her
mouth.
 
    "I hope you enjoyed your lunch, Mom," I said as I returned
the gag to her mouth.  She didn't reply to my words, of course.
 
 
 
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    We kept Mom like that until about six o'clock that night. 
Brad and I both took turns with her, just using her whenever we felt
the urge. By the time we were ready to untie her, she was a sloppy
mess.  When we untied her, we left her legs until last, so that she was
sitting up, legs spread wide on the bed.  I began to untie the
blindfold with one hand, my other hand rubbing her clit gently.  Once
the blindfold, and then the gag, were gone, my mom surprised me.  She
reached over and plastered her lips to mine, her tongue snaking into my
mouth to dance with mine.  We stayed like that for a minute, while I
let Brad untie her legs.  Though her legs did straighten out, she
didn't close them like she would have done usually.  I think today had
really been hot for Mom.
 
    Brad was pretty tired out, so I helped Mom into the
bathroom, and turned on the shower.  She was having a little trouble
standing, because her legs were so stiff from being spread all day.  I
helped her step into the tub, and realized I was going to have to help
her shower.  I quickly disrobed, while she held herself up against the
wall.
 
    Stepping into the shower with her, I let her lean against
me.  I could feel her tits pressing into me, and her nipples were hard,
hot points.  My dick began to stiffen, even after all of the day's
activity.  Mom felt it, as it rose, it pressed between her thighs.  She
moved her legs apart a little, and my dick rested in her furrow.  She
looked up at me, and we kissed again, this time even more passionately
than before.  I knew something had happened to Mom in all the time
she'd been tied up, because she had never once been this willing.
 
    Now that my dick was fully hard, I pushed Mom back against
the shower wall.  I reached down, and adjusted my prick, pushing up
with my hips so that I slid easily into her.  Even as sloppy as she
was, it still felt damned good.  We continued to kiss as I pushed into
her, keeping up a steady, but not really fast, pace.  Our tongues
wrestled as my hands groped her body.  Her hands were wrapped around my
back, holding me to her.  We remained like that for some minutes, our
bodies coupling and uncoupling peacefully.
 
    What Mom did next surprised me again.  She broke our kiss
and said, "I've been getting screwed like this all day."  She pulled me
gently out of her, and turned herself around, facing the wall.  Putting
her hands on the tile for support, she pushed her ass back at me and
said, "Let's do it this way, now."
 
    Well, I wasn't about to argue.  I slid my hard dick into
her sopping wet pussy, and started thrusting again.  My hands moved
around to fondle her now swinging tits, the hot points of her nipples
pressing against my palms.  Again, our pace was easy, unhurried.
 
    Once we'd gotten ourselves worked up, I thought I'd see
just how much Mom had changed.  I pulled myself out of her, to hear a
moan of despair.  She had been close to an orgasm.  I held my stiff
prick to her asshole, and slowly pressed in.  Mom let out a low moan,
but she didn't protest at all.  I continued to press into her until my
balls came to rest against her ass cheeks.  I leaned against her, still
groping her tits, and she turned her head to kiss me.  After a brief
kiss, she pulled her head away and said, "What are you waiting for? 
Fuck me!"
 
    And so I did.  For several minutes, I rutted into her ass. 
She came two or three times from this ass-fucking, which was something
she'd never done before, really.  Soon, I felt my balls start to
tingle, and then I blasted my load deep into her ass.  That sent her
over one more time, and we thrashed around in the shower for what
seemed like a very long time.
 
 
 
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    Over the next few weeks, we did this to Mom at least half a
dozen times.  Any time Dad was going to be home a little later than
usual, we'd tie Mom up like that, and just screw her senseless.  Each
time I'd use the headphones, blindfold and gag, and each time she got
more and more willing to accept her place.  She'd finally gotten to
where she didn't even resist when Brad or I would start something with
her.  And she sure did seem to enjoy it while she was fucking.
 
    Once I'd reached that point with her, I knew it was time to
repay an old favor.  So I made a phone call, and we made arrangements
to set everything up.
 
 
 
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Pam tells us what happened the next day:
 
    Well, the day started like any other, with me giving my
sons their blowjobs.  Brad had wanted more, and so I had fucked him for
a half hour that morning.  Once I'd gotten them up, I could continue
with my morning routine.  I didn't know that it was going to be
anything but a routine day.
 
    Sean was in the living room watching TV when the doorbell
rang.  Brad was off at a friend's house.  Sean called out, "I'll get
it!" before I had a chance to even move toward the door.  I figured
that Sean was expecting someone, so I didn't pay any attention to who
it was.  I half-hoped it was a girl, so that he might pay less
attention to me.  But my hopes were not to be.
 
    A few minutes later, Sean called me into the living room. 
What I saw upon entering the room scared me.  It was one of the police
officers from several weeks ago.  How could I forget his face?  I tried
to backpedal, but I bumped into someone.  I turned around to find the
other officer behind me, blocking my way.  I was trapped, and I knew
it.  I looked to Sean for an explanation.
 
    "Well, obviously, these aren't *real* cops," he said. 
"These are my friends, Tom and Jerry.  They helped me set you up that
first time.  But I owe them for that.  And you are their payment."
 
    "What do you mean, Sean?" I asked, but with a sinking
feeling that I already knew.
 
    It was Tom who answered me, still standing behind me. 
"We're going to do to you what we weren't allowed to do to you out on
that highway."  Saying this, he reached around and grabbed my tits.  I
saw the other one advancing on me, as well.  I turned to Sean to beg
for him not to do this, but that's when I saw him setting up the video
camera, and I knew there was no help there.
 
    When he finished with the camera, Sean came over to me.  He
stepped right up close, and said, "Relax, Mom.  It's going to happen
whether you like it or not.  Might as well just enjoy it.  But don't
worry, I'll make you feel real good afterward."  He had said this in a
soft, sultry tone so that only I could hear him, and, ashamed as I am
of it, the thought of how he could make me feel got me wet right
there.  I nodded my submission, and he backed away.  He got behind the
camera, and he signaled the other two that they could begin.
 
    Tom, the one behind me, began rubbing my breasts again. 
Even through my T-shirt, it felt good, and my nipples hardened under
his touch.  Jerry leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue
pushing past my lips, and intertwining with my tongue.  Despite myself,
my body was responding to having two young men molesting it, and I
moaned into his mouth.  Jerry's hands wandered down to my ass, giving
it a squeeze.  Tom was rolling my nipples in his fingers, sending
chills throughout my body.  I knew my pussy was already dripping wet.
 
    Jerry broke our kiss to kneel before me.  His hands were
soon working at the fasteners to my shorts.  Once undone, he pulled my
shorts and my panties together down off my hips, and to the floor. 
With no preamble at all, his face dove for my cunt.  His tongue snaked
out and licked along my slit, sending tingles through my pussy.  He
licked lightly against my clit once in a while, but focused on my pussy
lips mostly.
 
    By this time, Tom had run his hands beneath my T-shirt, and
had pushed it up over my breasts.  He was mauling them in plain view,
and I could see that the camera was getting it all.  With the feelings
I was having just then, I couldn't have cared less about the camera.  I
turned my head toward Tom, and our lips met, parting to allow our
tongues to dance with each other as he continued to assault my
breasts.  Jerry's mouth continued to molest my cunt, and I was soon
coming all over his face, my juices pouring out of my pussy.  He lapped
up all of it that he could, but his face was still drenched in it.
 
    At that point, They both took the time to remove the rest
of my clothing, and then their own.  I was caught by the sight of two
hard cocks, both pointing in my direction.  I'd had Brad and Sean at
the same time before, but I didn't even know these men.  There was
little time for me to think about it, however, as Tom grabbed me and
led me over to the couch.  Our couch has high arms on it, and he bent
me over the arm so that my ass stuck out, and my face was nearly buried
in the cushions.  He could see my juices dripping from my cunt, and so
he pushed his cock in hard and fast.  I grunted with the mildly painful
sensation, but it was soon replaced with that warm, tingly feeling my
pussy gets when there's a cock inside of it.  Tom didn't wait very long
before he started fucking me but good, slamming into me for all he was
worth.
 
    Jerry, not wanting to be left out of the fun, sat down on
the couch so that my mouth could reach his cock.  I sucked the head of
his tool into my mouth, my tongue licking around the very tip.  He was
so excited that he couldn't take this sort of slow treatment, and he
pushed my head down onto him with his hands.  He didn't stop when his
cock reached the back of my throat, and I nearly gagged for a moment as
it slipped down further into my throat.  The sensation of his cock
filling my mouth completely like that aroused me even more, and I began
to suck him off that way voluntarily.  With one cock pounding my pussy
raw, and another one filling my mouth, it wasn't long before I had
another orgasm.  And another, and another.  I lost count of how many
times I came that day.
 
    After Tom had blown his load in my pussy, they decided to
switch positions, even though Jerry had managed not to come from my
blowjob.  Soon, I was faced with a cock that had my pussy juices all
over it.  I once again took it into my mouth all the way to the hilt,
sucking Tom as I had sucked Jerry.  He grunted with the sensation. 
Jerry had not yet entered me, and I wondered what he was waiting for.
 
    I got my answer a minute later.  Apparently, he didn't want
sloppy seconds, and so, instead of ramming into my pussy, he pressed
his dick to my asshole.  I had begun to like being ass-fucked by this
time, and I pushed my ass back onto his dick.  Seeing my willingness,
he pushed into me harder, and I moaned with the discomfort.  Once his
dick was all the way in, he stopped for a moment, allowing us both to
adjust to the feeling.  I continued to suck on Tom's dick, and soon
Jerry began to move his dick inside my ass.  He started with a very
slow rhythm, until I had loosened up sufficiently.  Once he could
manage it, he started ramming into my ass hard and fast.  I was
grunting on Tom's dick, and that finally sent him over the edge again. 
He poured his cum down my throat, and I did my best to swallow it all. 
Some leaked out of my mouth, but I licked that up with my tongue once I
had finished swallowing his seed.  I propped myself up, and kissed Tom
on the mouth as Jerry continued to rut into me from behind.
 
    Soon, I could feel Jerry tensing up, and, sure enough, he
spewed his cum deep into my ass.  He reached down and grabbed my tits,
pinching the nipples as he pulled me upright.  I turned my head, and we
kissed again.  He pulled out of me as his dick softened, and then he
gently set me down on the couch.  The camera was off, I noticed, as the
two men got dressed in silence and left the house.
 
    That's when I broke down.  I wept silently.  I cursed Sean,
Brad, those two men, myself.  But mostly I cursed Bob, my husband.  If
he had been a better lover, I wouldn't have had to have an affair, and
I wouldn't have been in this situation.
 
    Sean saw my tears, and he came over to comfort me.  For the
rest of the afternoon, he showered me, and then he gave me a massage,
and we had the soft kind of almost-romantic sex that made me forget it
was my son who was fucking me, and just enjoy it.
 
 
 
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    But it was what started to happen after that day that I
truly wish Sean had never done.
 
 
 
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To find out what Sean's plans for his mother are, please watch for the
next section of this column, where we will outline just what Sean began
to do to his mother.
 
 
 
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