It was the worst punishment possible. I had gotten bad grades and my parents had decided that as a disciplinary measure, I would spend the summer with my mother in the village. It had been almost three years since I last saw her. My parents had separated when I was small, and my mother had left home to travel and explore the world. Since then, we had only seen each other occasionally, exchanging postcards and making annual phone calls. About two years ago, she had moved to a small village and bought a house with the generous pension my father provided her. My father had remarried a younger woman and barely kept in touch with me or my older sister. I, who had always been a good student, had stopped studying after a clear warning sign, towards... That's why my father had called my mother, something almost unheard of, and we had agreed that I would spend the summer with her in the village where she had settled. I had expected to spend the summer with my friends, organizing beach trips and going out to find drunk tourists to sleep with. I wanted to enjoy the sea, the sun, and some woman, since sadly, at 18 years old, I was still a virgin and probably would be after the summer, as I didn't expect much luck in a small village with only a few families. The bus dropped me off at the square. The place was the typical small village where everyone went on vacation in the summer. I saw my mother from afar, waiting for me. She was a brunette woman with long hair and rounded shapes. Despite being almost 50 years old, she still looked quite well-preserved. As she got closer, I could observe her better. She was taller and more corpulent than me (it wasn't hard, I was a skinny, short, and somewhat weak boy), with broad curves that didn't make her look fat. She wore a lightweight summer dress that accentuated her figure even more. When I was just a few meters away from her, she caught my eye on hers. enormous breasts that were struggling to escape the neckline. The sight of those two large spheres imprisoned awakened something in me, something I quickly discarded. I was too drunk. I couldn't get hard for my own mother: a 50-year-old woman and what's more, my mother! But during those moments I could only look at her like a woman: dark hair, that swaying way of walking,... When I reached the front of me barely could think clearly. My mother hugged me with force. The pressure of her breasts against mine increased my excitement and for a moment I feared that some bulge in my pants would give me away. -Hi Javi! You're getting bigger! And these hairs – she said, stroking my hair. I had long, smooth, and disheveled hair. It had been at least three years since I'd seen her. – Her voice was pleasant, soft, hypnotic – Won't you give your mother a kiss? – she asked with a sly smile while kissing my cheek. It was a long, wet, and hot kiss. I was getting excited that my mother was kissing me on the cheek. What was happening to me? -How are you, María? – I called her by her first name. -Fine, son, very happy that you're coming to spend the summer with me. – As she said this, she stroked my arm – Although I think you're not as happy as you used to be. Look how you're repeating a course, Javi! You've always been so smart! -It was just a bad year. Next year I'll definitely pass. -Well, calm down. I know that for you this is punishment, but it's been a while since I think that a season in the village will do you good. You'll see that life is quiet here and you'll have time to think. At home all I need is your help and some company. I know that since your father and I separated we've distanced ourselves a lot and it's mainly my fault, but we can recover the lost time. -Whatever you say, María – I said with disdain in my voice, as we started walking towards her house. -Calm down – she spoke with an odd tone – You won't be bored too much. And by the way, call me mom, not by my first name, because It makes me strange. My mother's house was the typical village home. It was a large house, located on one of the town limits, with two floors and a perfectly cared-for large garden. The house was surrounded by a wide and high wall. My mother kept talking. In some way she was rubbing it in that I hadn't done like my sister and visited her. My sister, Alicia, who was 2 years older than me, had spent a season with her, but I, who always felt abandoned by mom, had ignored her continuous invitations. Now, however, I didn't have any other choice but to spend the summer alone in town with her.
...After a few days I realized that the worst thing would be boredom. My duties were to accompany my mother to buy groceries at the village shop and help her with household chores. The rest of the day we spent watching TV, since the internet connection was bad in the village and the house didn't even have a computer. The first days she insisted on us going out in the evenings to take something at the social center of the village, which served as a bar. There I met some of her friends, older women from different ages. Maybe I'll talk about some of them later if I continue telling this story.
Boredom was the worst fuel for the small spark that my mother had for me, which increased over time. I watched her while watching TV, lying down with a fine nightdress that barely hid her body. Every time I could, I would look furtively at her pearl-studded cleavage, her thick thighs when she bent down, and her large and rounded backside every time she passed by... Every time I could, I would retreat to my room to wank thinking about my own mother. This produced mixed feelings in me. On the one hand, I knew it was wrong, but on the other, I couldn't control the desire that this woman awakened in me.
One afternoon, barely a week into being in the village, mom went out with her friends and said... I stayed alone at home. Bored as I was, I went to my room, took off my pants and started masturbating. All I had was my imagination and my own heat for my mother. I imagined her on top of me, fucking me, touching me, kissing me,... I imagined what her naked body would be like,... it wasn't long before I came when I realized I didn't have anything to clean up the mess! Damn it! - I thought. I got up and went to the bathroom looking for some toilet paper. In the bathroom, in the hamper of dirty laundry, there were several dirty underwear. That turned me on, it was my mother's intimate clothing, it had been in contact with her brunette skin, with her pussy, her breasts and her ass. They were white, pink, flesh-colored bras, some with lace but nothing glamorous or extremely sexy, but that vulgarity still excited me more. I had never been a fetishist nor had I especially gotten excited about underwear, but at that moment those bras, slips, inner shirts,... seemed the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. With one hand, I started picking them up and sniffing them. The smell of women's mother flooded my nasal fossae, it intoxicated me in a way I had never felt before. I started rubbing my penis against white underwear. The contact of fabric with my penis made me unable to hold back and I came with the most intense orgasm of my life. My semen soaked several of the garments. Nervous, I put them in the washing machine and went to get dressed in my room.
-Javi! Wake up pervert! - It was the morning after my incident with mother's underwear, I was still sleeping when her screams woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw her, wearing some of her bras and slips that I had come on the previous evening. She was dressed in a robe with shoulder straps, showing off her generous cleavage that reached down to her knees. When I realized what she was holding in her hand, a wave of embarrassment flooded me and I started stammering. -I,... I'm sorry... I don't know what to say. -You don't know What to say, pervert - he threw one of my suspenders at my face while agitating a bunch of dried-up underwear with the other hand - look what you're doing! With your own mother's panties! This deserves a good whipping. Get up. I got up. I was only wearing some pajama pants I used for sleeping. Mom sat on the bed and told me to lie down on her lap like a little boy. I started protesting but didn't have time.
-Shut up, pervert. You'll do what I say if you don't want me to tell your father what you've done, pig. The threat took effect. I was still dazed from waking up and without thinking too much, I settled in as she told me to. Mom was sitting on the bed and I, in pajama pants, lying face down on her legs. Note my penis, under the pants, resting on her thighs and I felt an enormous panic. If I had an erection, she'd notice and I didn't know how she'd react. Each time it was more conscious of that contact. She had rolled up her robe a bit and I felt the warmth of those legs. When I feared blood would start flowing to my member, I noticed Mom putting two fingers under my pants and lowering them, leaving my buttocks exposed. Then I felt a slap, followed by another and another. They weren't extremely painful, but after some slaps, my buttocks started to sting. But I didn't feel too much discomfort, since on the other side of my waist, my penis had come alive. When I felt the erection pressing, I realized how hot it was. Barely could I think. Being almost naked, being punished like a little boy produced shame in me, but that shame was terribly exciting and not just that, the punishment, the slaps with her hand on my buttocks were pressing and rubbing my penis against those woman's thighs. Those sensations had never been felt before. Mom also realized and stopped hitting my ass. That terrified me. What would she think of me! Her tone of voice, but, calmed me down. My boy, she said while stroking the back of my neck with the same hand that had hit me, Are you a virgin? I... felt like I was about to cry from shame as she played with my hair. I pressed my face against the pillow. Tranquilo, puedes confiar en mí, cariño. Yes. I am. Perfecto mi niño! she exclaimed and added in a soft, raspy voice, Turn over. Let's see what you've got here. I obeyed as if I had no will of my own. Mom gently pushed me and lay down beside me. Before, only the back part of my underwear had come down and they were still covering, badly, my penis. This, totally erect, was trying to free itself from the pressure of the fabric. Mom placed a hand on my penis, softly caressing it over the underwear. My little pollita – whispered in my hatred – and virgin. This is better than I expected. Since I knew you were coming, I thought about screwing you, but this is much better. I was barely aware of what she was saying. I only felt the sensual tone of her voice and the touch of her fingers on my penis. Would you like to screw your mother, pervert? she continued with a sensual but slightly playful tone. This... is... wrong – I said gasping – you're... my mother. Shhh, she answered while sliding off my underwear and my now-free penis sprang up like a spring as I let out another groan. I felt her hand taking hold of it and started a slow up-and-down motion while giving me soft kisses on the neck and cheek. This was driving me crazy. I'll say it again, my little virgin pollita, do you want to screw your mom? Yes, Mom, please – I felt the orgasm approaching but suddenly she stopped the masturbation. With her finger, she stroked the base and shaft of my penis, which provoked a certain agony in me. I needed to come, I couldn't take it anymore. Very well. But you must promise me that you'll do everything Say what you'll do to your beloved mother in everything she says. Without complaining. -If... I will- I said while she was fingering me with a single finger. That was driving me crazy. I didn't know what I was saying. -Very well, but remember, if you don't do what I say, I'll tell everyone that your mother's underwear makes you hard- She stopped her finger and started playing with my testicles. She caressed them, pinched the skin softly, rubbed her nails on them, causing the best tickles of my life. I arched and groaned, fearful and expectant - You have to be sincere, do you like my underwear? Would you like to wear it?- At that moment, I hesitated. As I've said, I had never had fantasies of that type before, I just wanted her to fuck me once. She noticed my hesitation. Quickly she lay on top of me, straddling and kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth, thirsty. Note her weight on top, the pressure of her breasts flattening against mine and the pressure of her legs on my cock. I could feel her fresh breath, her feminine aroma: sweat, shower soap, and something I had never smelled before. It was her own excitement. I noticed how she separated her body without separating her lips from mine. She caught my hands and placed them on her breasts. She pulled away a little more and whispered - Touch them, my boy. - I, who until that moment had been rather paralyzed, started to gently squeeze those two globes that had driven me crazy for the last week. They were something soft - logical, I realized later, for a woman of her age - but to me at that moment, they were perfect. The touch of those two enormous tits, my first tits, along with the rubbing of the dress against my penis made me more and more excited. All reserve and logic had disappeared from my mind. Due to my inexperience, I returned her kisses and my tongue searched for her mouth. She pulled away a little and took me by the hands again. This time she led them to the headboard of the bed, with one hand... immobilized both dolls. It was much stronger than I expected, surely it was much stronger than me. Her black hair, loose, fell on my chest. - Would you like your mom to put her panties on you? - She continued with her playful tone. I couldn't think. I was surprised to hear my voice weakly affirming. Without letting go, she went back to eating my mouth. Nibbling my lips and provoking a slight pain. She was also squeezing my hands tightly. The kiss lasted for painfully eternal moments. From the same bed, she picked up some bras that I had thrown at her face before and started tying my hands to the headboard of the bed with them. I let myself be done. She got up and picked up one of the bras from the floor. She started rubbing it over my penis. I arched my body again. Being tied up made me feel suddenly defenseless in front of that woman. A certain feeling of fear added to my excitement. -You're mom's little tramp. The virgin little girl of mom. - she whispered while putting on the bras. She grabbed one leg and passed the bras, then the other. With a gentle push, she put them up. My penis was again imprisoned. This took me to a new level of heat. Look down. My penis was struggling to get out of those white lace bras. My mom continued to caress my penis with her fingers above the underwear. - Say it - she said suddenly - say you're mom's little tramp. -I'm mom's little tramp - I repeated instantly. I was treating myself in the feminine, saying I was a tramp. It was absurd, but I didn't care. Only my mother's voice and the sensations she was provoking with her fingers and bras mattered. -Very well, my girl. From now on your virgin little girl is only mine. Only I can decide when you come. From now on everything you are mine. She repeated. -My virgin little girl is yours. Only you will decide when I come. - Each time she noticed that I I was reaching the limit, slowing down my caresses. I was taking her to the edge without reaching orgasm. - You're mine. - Swear it. - I swear it. You're mine. - You're a slut. A slut who loves dressing up like a woman.
-I'm a slut and I love wearing panties. - My voice came out, but I wasn't almost conscious of what I was saying. It was as if someone else was saying the words. - You're my slut, mom. - A huge smile crossed her face. - Oh, we'll have so much fun, slut. You've earned it, beg me to make you come. - I beg you. Make me come. Make your slut come.
-Those words, both mine and my mother's, seemed distant, but that was what I wanted, something that came from inside me, hidden so deep that I didn't even know it was there. At that moment, I only wanted to be my mother's slut, even if I didn't exactly know what that meant.
She put her hand on my penis and held it tight, above the panties. She turned over onto me, kneeling again. Her loose hair spread out across my chest, tickling me. She looked at me with lust in her eyes. She started to suck me off with force, and I came in just a few seconds. The orgasm was like liberation. I had never felt anything like it. I had been at the mercy of my mother, who had given me an incredible masturbation. And that feeling of vulnerability, shame, humiliation... My semen soaked all the panties. I looked into my mom's dark eyes. She returned my gaze, hers full of mischief, vice, and cruelty. I was too dazed by the orgasm to notice her look. If not, I would have left that house immediately.
Mom got up and picked something from the shelf. I barely noticed it. Without saying a word, she undressed me. I was like a zombie. I looked at myself for a few seconds, and her voice brought me back to reality. - Unless you've grown fond of them, I'd like you to leave the panties in the dirty laundry basket. With a mocking tone. – Take a few minutes and when you recover and are ready, I'll be waiting for you in the dining room. I still couldn't believe what had just happened. It was like it was the memory of a movie. When Mom left the room, I took off my underwear. They were dirty and sticky. I cleaned my penis with a clean piece that was still clean. I threw them away and stayed for a short time, naked and silent, sitting on the bed. I got up and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I went to the bathroom, peed, cleaned myself, and put my head under the faucet. Everything I had done like a zombie, without thinking of anything. The cold water finally made me realize what had happened in that room. My mother had given me a masturbation. Not only that, she had tied me up, put her underwear on me, and treated me like a slut, a virgin girl, and claimed certain ownership over me. I went to the dining room feeling confident about myself. That shouldn't happen again. I would ask her to tell my father I should come home with any excuse. What had happened was wrong. Not only was it my mother, but also the way she made me masturbate, the underwear, the conversation... everything was wrong! I wasn't like that. All my security and all my speech fell apart when I entered the dining room. She was sitting there. Wearing that bathrobe with ties that hadn't been taken off at any moment while she was masturbating, she looked spectacular. I was aware of those breasts that were struggling to come out and those I had already had a brief contact with. I wanted more, I wanted to see them, want to touch them, kiss them, suck on them like a child or a slut... Her knees promised strong and molded legs from the long walks around town. I thought about how it would feel with my head between them... I was stronger than my instincts and, looking away from her body while sitting down, said: -I'm sorry, Mom, I don't know what happened to me. What I did is wrong, I think... - quick, run over, tried to convince myself. -Shhhh. - She stood up and put her finger on my lips, telling me to be quiet. She sat down beside me. Despite it having only been a few minutes since I had come, I felt a sensation below my stomach. Her hand was holding my mobile phone and the video player was turned on. Before she pressed play, I already knew what it was. My mother had recorded with my own phone what had happened. The video was quite advanced and her voice could be heard perfectly. I'm a slut and I love wearing panties. That hit me. I didn't even try to take the mobile from her. It was real. What I had done and said just a few minutes before seemed like a dream, like a memory that wasn't mine. Seeing myself like that, with my underwear on and so excited, made me feel it was totally real. I couldn't escape it. -I see you've fallen silent. Well, listen to me because I don't want to repeat it. I want you to fulfill what you promised, you'll be mine, my slave sexually, for understanding. – She said that in a cold way, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. -From now on, you'll do everything I tell you or otherwise... -You won't be able to. What we've done is both of us – I said suddenly and getting up. – As bad as what I've done as what you've done, but worse. Give me the mobile, delete the video, and I'll leave for my house today itself. – Mum was still sitting there, calm as if it wasn't about her. -You'll see, dear – she continued calmly. – When your father sent me here, he told me to discipline you, and that's what I think I should do. He didn't expect something like this... or maybe,- she paused for a moment - you'll see there are many things you don't know about me or my relationship with your father, or what I've been doing these years. You won't be told now. Simply, you must know that you'll do everything I tell you. -Don't say stupid things and give me the mobile. – She gave it to me without batting an eyelid. -It's useless. I already have a copy on mine, and not just that, also a copy of your contacts. – I looked at it without understanding. – You'll see, dear, your father sent me your PIN and passwords while you were sleeping, and I've been collecting some information. He was worried that you wouldn't get high or something like that. The truth is that I didn't expect everything to happen so quickly, but,... -I don't understand – I said, confused. -You don't have to understand. All you need to understand is that from now on you'll do everything I say, wear what I say, eat what I say, and when I say it, and so on. If you disobey me or try to do something silly like taking away my phone, I'll send our little video to all your friends. -Why? -Don't worry about that. If you have doubts think of what Julia would say if she saw you looking so handsome in underwear – Julia was my best friend and I was crazy about her. She, but, was going out with an older guy and I was just a friend for her, her best friend. It was clear that my mother had been reading my messages. At that moment I felt defenseless, useless, without any way out. I imagined Julia's face, the rest of my friends didn't matter to me, laughing at me, calling me sick,... – You only have to worry about pleasing me. It won't be too difficult, I just want what you promised me, your little virgin cock – while saying that she stood up suddenly and grabbed my package with force, holding my penis tightly with the other hand. The kiss was violent. As if it were violating my mouth. Desire took hold of me again. While she was rubbing my penis, it started growing. Her tongue kept moving in my mouth. She was biting my lips, licking them,... -Because you're dressed – she said while separating from me. – From now on you'll only be able to go dressed if I say so, understood? You know what will happen if you disobey. -Yes – I said while taking off my shirt and letting my pants fall. Naked, with my cock hard, in front of her, still wearing underwear. Another time that feeling of vulnerability, defenselessness, and inferiority in front of that woman. Standing there, I realized she was at least a palm taller than me and much more corpulent than I was. -From now on you'll call me lady and treat me with the respect due to her. – She said while playing with my cock, giving it gentle taps with her fingers. -Yes, lady. -Get down on your knees in front of the sofa, with your legs open and your hands behind your back. I obeyed. She sat down in front of me. She took off one shoe and started playing with my penis and her foot. She lifted up her dress a bit and I caught a glimpse of her panties. They were flesh-colored. Old lady's panties, like people used to call them. That flash excited me and when my mother squeezed my glans with two toes, I moaned softly. -You're a promiscuous little pig. – She laughed. – You've seen my old lady's panties and you've gotten hard. You must be imagining my pussy. It's hairy, unshaven. A good bush. I hope you like spitting hair, Promiscuous. – She lifted up her other foot and started a slow foot-masturbation. Now that I was paying attention, her feet were precious. -Would you like to see my pussy? -Yes, lady, I'd like to see your pussy. – I replied quickly. Yes, I wanted to see a pussy, it didn't matter whose, in fact at that moment it was the only one I wanted. I had never seen a pussy beyond porn. -Later, dear. You'll probably want not just to see it but to fuck it too. Of course, my slut is still a virgin. – She laughed, mocking me. Suddenly she stopped and moved her feet away. The feeling of her skin on my penis was the worst torture. -I think I'll keep you a virgin for a while. You'll have to earn the right to let you fuck me. -Please, lady – I begged. I hadn't even seen her naked yet but I longed for that plump body. -You've learned to beg very quickly. You're a natural submissive, dear. You don't know how lucky you are. – She said while under my body and grabbing my testicles. Not He was squeezing too hard, but I felt a slight pain. I made a move to lift my hands but she was quicker. With her other hand, she slapped me across the face. The slap didn't hurt that much, but at that moment I realized I was at her mercy. She had already hit me twice like a small child without even thinking about it. - Quiet, my virginal slutty. Leave your mom alone, she knows what's good for you. – With the same hand that had slapped me, she started rubbing me with force. Despite my excitement, I had come recently and although her touch was terribly pleasurable, it didn't have me on the edge like before. My eyes fell on her cleavage. In that position, I had a perfect view of her overflowing breasts. I saw how the bra, also flesh-colored, barely covered them while they bounced to the rhythm of the masturbation. -My virgin boy, have you never seen breasts so close up? – My mother was still treating me both in masculine and feminine ways. This actually made the game better. -No ma'am -If you behave yourself I'll let you see them later. Will you behave for momma? – she said talking to me as if I were a small child. -Yes, ma'am, I will behave. -For now, you can call me momma. Get up. – I got up. She released my testicles but not my penis. – Do you want to go play with momma in her room? -Yes, momma. – Let's go then – she answered. She took me to her room, holding onto my penis. We crossed a couple of corridors and entered her room. It was a large room with a big double bed. On one wall, next to the bathroom door, there was a chair and a mirror with several makeup utensils. She released my penis, sat me down on the bed, and gave me a kiss on the cheek – Wait here, dear. She left the room. Just a few seconds later she returned with several pieces of lingerie. -These are Alicia's, you're as skinny as her and they'll fit you better than mine. – My mother was trying to dress me in my sister's lingerie. A wave of anger rose up inside me, but I remembered the video and I bit my tongue. - Get up, put these on. – She said to me, handing me some cream-colored lace underwear. I put them on – You look stunning! – I was still hard and while she was saying this, she was playing with my cock above the panties. – Your little virgin cock loves it. – She gave me another kiss on the cheek, wet and slow. – Let's get you looking good. She sat me down in front of the mirror. She picked up a comb and started brushing my hair. She untangled it without hesitation. I complained – Quiet, behave, don't want to be tied up – But she kept going. Sometimes she'd spray some hairspray on my hair and wouldn't stop until it was smooth. Occasionally, she'd slide her hand over my chest and play with my penis both above and below the panties – You'll look gorgeous – she whispered. Once she finished brushing my hair, she made two ponytails. I looked at myself in the mirror and contradictory sensations overwhelmed me. I saw myself as horrible, humiliated, and dressed like a woman like a transvestite but it was so exciting as my mother's caresses. While putting on some makeup, painting my lips and eyes, I observed her body, smelled it, and felt it so close to mine. Only for that woman's touch would any humiliation be worth it. – Close your eyes – I obeyed. She lifted me off the chair and helped me fasten a bra. She sat me down on the bed and put some stockings up to my thigh. She finished fixing my hair and looked at me in front of the big mirror. - Open your eyes. – I opened them. I was wearing a cream-colored lingerie set, the same panties I'd seen before, and a matching bra. They were lace, but a bit innocent. More beautiful than sexy. The stockings made my legs look like those of a young girl. It was impossible for me to fill out the bra, but my sister had small breasts and it wasn't that noticeable. My hairstyle, with two ponytails falling over my shoulders, and the soft makeup gave me a womanly air. Yes, I was a man, but certainly my mother had done a magnificent job. She was behind me and I could see her hugging me and starting to nibble my ear. With one hand she was caressing my chest and with the other she was softly fingering me over my underwear. -You're a beautiful precious slut virgin. I think I'll take some more photos and videos. Do you like that? -Yes – seeing myself in that way while feeling my mother's caresses had entered me into that trance again. Only what I felt mattered, what that woman made me feel by humiliating me on one side while touching me with maternal tenderness and enormous sensuality. – I want my mommy to take pictures of me. – She separated from me and sat at the edge of the bed with my phone in her hand. She started taking photos of me in various positions, suggesting them to me, correcting me, and continuing with her comments about her little virgin slut, about her slut, about her slut . -You're a slut , it seems you were born for this –She said – Get down on your knees and spread them apart, take off your underwear and finger yourself, foxy – I said – She's going to make me a video. – She started recording – Tell me your name and age. – I told my name, where I was from, and my age. -You're a slut and you're still a virgin. You haven't been able to screw any girl your age and now you're drooling over your own mother, sick. -Yes – I kept masturbating at a good pace. -You want to fuck your mother and that's why you dressed like this. You're a creep and a sicko. You'd let her do anything to you just because she makes you masturbate? -Yes – I'm a slut virgin who begs my own mother to screw me. – Humiliation and insults, far from offending me, formed an indispensable part of the experience, at that moment I didn't want it any other way. – My mother got up and took a dildo out of a drawer. It was a thin vibrator, not very big, pink. She threw it at me. -Would you let your mommy screw you in the ass? – Yes, I replied. – Suck it like it's a foxy cock – It must have been the worst blowjob to a sex toy in history, because I never I had never even fantasized about something like that before, but I put all my effort into it, as if the device was part of her. – Beg you to fuck my ass foxy. – Fuck my ass mom, please.- I said while separating my mouth from the vibrator. In a few moments I was sucking and licking that piece of plastic again. She turned off the mobile phone. – Stop – she ordered. – You're the best submissive I could have ever found. My mother lifted me up and started kissing me passionately. Her kisses were like she wanted to reclaim me. For the first time, I dared to touch her and put my hands on her ass with almost reverence. -Quiet – she said with a smile. She grabbed my hand and pushed me onto the bed. She took out of the same drawer as the vibrator a red satin ribbon. I took off my bra, letting her hand slide over my chest and pinch one of my nipples with softness. I could only whimper weakly. – Give me your hands – I obeyed. She tied my wrists in front of each other and then tied me to the bedhead. Once she finished, she stood in front of me and said with a mischievous smile – You've earned it – She pulled her nightgown over her head. At that moment any doubt I might have had disappeared. You can see my mother's body, only covered by those panties and that flesh-colored bra. Her stomach was still smooth, almost without wrinkles. Her strong and muscular legs were a magnificent sight. A few black hairs escaped from the edges of the panties, reminding me that underneath that piece of clothing there was a pussy I was starting to obsess over. Her enormous breasts overflowed the bra, which held them together. She came closer and got down on her knees beside me on the bed. With one hand she caressed my penis through the panties while bringing her mouth close to mine and giving me a long kiss. She separated her lips from mine and I saw them stained with my own lipstick. She brought them to my neck, kissing and licking it slowly. Then she lowered herself further and stopped at one of my nipples, Munching and sucking it. With the other hand, I was pinching and playing with my other nipple while I was babbling. Alternating her mouth from one nipple to another. This went on for a few minutes that seemed like an eternity. She lowered her head, licking and kissing my belly and navel until she reached my cock. It was still pressing against the pants, showing off the enormous bulge of my erection. If I took them off, my mom started kissing me between them. Licking following the trunk and her saliva quickly soaked the underwear. Under the fabric, I felt that humidity. Suddenly she put her mouth on the bulge where my glans was and I arched up looking for that hot and humid cavity. Again she had me at the edge of orgasm and again she withdrew, smiling. Calm down, remember you can only come if I give you permission, remember your orgasms are mine. – I couldn't even respond. She sat up and started taking off my socks while caressing my legs. – If you disobey or do anything that displeases me, I'll punish you and I assure you won't like it. Is that clear? – I had used her authoritarian tone again. – Yes, ma'am. – I replied. Once she had taken off my socks, she put them aside and started pulling down my pants. She didn't bother taking them all the way off and left them at ankle height. She sat on top of me, straddling me, with her underwear pressing against my penis. She started moving smoothly, as if she were fucking me. I was still tied to the bedhead with my hands. It was frustrating to see that body move above me without being able to touch it. I wanted to squeeze those tits, I wanted to grab that ass, I wanted to undress my mom and be able to see that hairy pussy that she had promised me myself. She, insensitive to my pleading gaze, brought her hands to my mouth and introduced her fingers into it. It was as if she were examining the teeth of an animal. With two fingers, she kept my mouth open and spat in it, leaving a good amount of saliva inside my mouth. I could only swallow and listen. -You're a foxy. Do you like it when I spit in your face? -Yes, I replied when I freed my mouth from her fingers. I kept my mouth open, as if begging for more of that saliva. She spat at me again, but this time a part of her saliva stayed on my cheek. Mom was still playing and pinching my nipples while continuing that slow rhythm that was driving my cock crazy. I was making myself come, but not with my hands or feet, just rubbing her pussy against my penis, still in underwear. She increased and decreased the rhythm according to my reactions. When she saw I was close or my breathing became more labored, she'd stop and give me a pinch, already stronger, on one of my nipples while repeating - You don't have permission to come yet. You'll only be able to do it when Mom says so. Your cock isn't yours, it's Mom's, remember. - The pain mixed with the excitement. When we'd been doing this for a while, Mom got up. She picked up the same vibrator I had sucked in front of the camera from the floor. I could see a humidity stain on her panties. She lay down beside me and whispered - I also want to come, little one. - She lay down beside me and started rubbing herself over her panties. She lifted her legs. I could barely see much. The hand holding the vibrator moved towards my face and pushed it into my mouth. She did it roughly, all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged while hearing her laughter. It was a cruel and mocking laugh. - Relax, slutty. You'll have time to eat all the cocks you want. - This comment scared me, I didn't want that, I just wanted her. I could be sick for liking it when my own mother treated me like this, but I didn't like men. - Relax, it's a joke, she said while removing the vibrator from my mouth, moving her panties aside and inserting it herself. From my position, I could only see my mom moving her underwear to reveal an abundant dark hair. I heard as he turned on the vibrator but couldn't see it anymore, was completely inside her. I could only see my mother writhing, lying next to me and moving the hand holding it while she moaned. Suddenly she rested one of her legs over me, with her knee on top of my penis pinning it against her and my stomach. In this position and taking advantage of her own masturbation movements started a slow up and down with her leg. She moved and arched while continuing to whisper - We'll have so much fun, I'll turn you into Mom's boy, her toy,... - Suddenly she increased the vibrator's rhythm, moaned loudly and let her face fall onto my chest - God! It had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm like this. Mom got up after a few moments of rest while recovering her breath. She untied me from the headboard but still had my hands tied. With a movement she showed again her strength and put me on my knees, with my head pressed against the bed and my legs apart. I noticed as she spat, this time onto my anus crack and passed two fingers over my anus. I moaned and went to protest - Mom, please, not in the ass,...- She reacted with violence that I hadn't seen yet and with the same hand grabbed both of my nipples and pulled them hard. My whole body arched and I let out a pitiful cry - shhh, don't forget who's in charge here and can do whatever I want to you. - Without stopping pulling my hair she gave me several strong slaps on my buttocks, much more than the ones she had given me that same morning. - With force she turned me around again and let me fall onto the bed. The sight of that body in underwear was worth any blow. At that moment I feared my mother would stop playing and started thinking about begging her to keep playing with my ass, but before words could come out of my mouth she sat on top of me, with her legs around my neck and noticed as she started squeezing her panties against my mouth and nose. Humidity of your sex, I smelled your previous orgasm while listening to you talk - Maybe you want me to run and you've just started walking. But I didn't expect you to react this way, that you would have a submissive one inside you. Calm down, we'll have time to play with your bum. Now that you're being such a good boy for Mom, you'll get the prize of smelling my pussy. Do you like it? - I couldn't speak. I was struggling to savor and smell the wet stain on Mom's panties. The hairs on her sex that were sticking out of her panties tickled my cheeks. Arching my body slightly back, Mom grabbed me with one hand around my testicles. She wasn't holding too tight, but she was squeezing them carelessly, mixing pain with pleasure again. She moaned and with her strong and generous thighs, which held me captive, increased the rhythm. I don't know how much time passed before my mother rubbed against my face, nose, and lips. Suddenly she reached orgasm and I felt a new wave of humidity soaking her panties. Her taste and smell were the best thing I had ever experienced. I could barely breathe, but it didn't matter to me. Mom's two orgasms made her panties start to become transparent and I could start to glimpse, up close, the hairy pussy that was my mother's. I realized that I had provoked my first orgasm in a woman. I never thought it would be like this and with my own mother, and indeed more than provoking me, Mom was the one who took it away from me by rubbing against my face. But she seemed satisfied with her little boy. She released the prison of her thighs and lay down while returning to kiss me, not caring that my mouth was dripping with her own juices. - It's your first orgasm you give me - said with a melodic and satisfied voice - You'll be the best boy for Mom. You deserve a prize. Do you want to come in Mom's mouth? - I couldn't believe it and barely managed to affirm. She moved down my body and without thinking twice started licking my Cock. She was sucking it, playing with the glans, the upper lip moving up and down while I played with my testicles. It was the first blow job I'd ever had and it was something magnificent. Suddenly, when I was getting close again, she stopped and looked at me - Ask Mom to suck you off, ask Mom to let you come in her mouth. -Mom, please - I moaned - Let me come in your mouth. And she granted my wish. Without any help from her hands, she swallowed it and started a wild blow job. That hot and wet mouth was too much for me and quickly I felt an intense orgasm. Mom didn't slow down and kept going until my penis started to lose some firmness. Without opening her mouth, she separated from my penis and without even giving me time to react, spat the come on my face. With her hand, she started spreading the semen all over my face while her fingers opened my mouth and made me taste it. It was disgusting. I tried to protest, struggle but quickly felt my mother's other hand squeezing my semiflaccid penis and testicles with force. I stayed quiet and let her keep playing with my semen, her fingers and my mouth and face. -Relax, it's just a little semen. Don't make a face about it. -I completely relaxed and a new sensation invaded me. It wasn't excitement, but something else. Now I recognize it. I was slowly starting to understand that I was Mom's submissive, that she would do with me what she wanted, whether I liked it or not. And instead of alarming me, this produced an intense happiness in me. To be continued...
...After a few days I realized that the worst thing would be boredom. My duties were to accompany my mother to buy groceries at the village shop and help her with household chores. The rest of the day we spent watching TV, since the internet connection was bad in the village and the house didn't even have a computer. The first days she insisted on us going out in the evenings to take something at the social center of the village, which served as a bar. There I met some of her friends, older women from different ages. Maybe I'll talk about some of them later if I continue telling this story.
Boredom was the worst fuel for the small spark that my mother had for me, which increased over time. I watched her while watching TV, lying down with a fine nightdress that barely hid her body. Every time I could, I would look furtively at her pearl-studded cleavage, her thick thighs when she bent down, and her large and rounded backside every time she passed by... Every time I could, I would retreat to my room to wank thinking about my own mother. This produced mixed feelings in me. On the one hand, I knew it was wrong, but on the other, I couldn't control the desire that this woman awakened in me.
One afternoon, barely a week into being in the village, mom went out with her friends and said... I stayed alone at home. Bored as I was, I went to my room, took off my pants and started masturbating. All I had was my imagination and my own heat for my mother. I imagined her on top of me, fucking me, touching me, kissing me,... I imagined what her naked body would be like,... it wasn't long before I came when I realized I didn't have anything to clean up the mess! Damn it! - I thought. I got up and went to the bathroom looking for some toilet paper. In the bathroom, in the hamper of dirty laundry, there were several dirty underwear. That turned me on, it was my mother's intimate clothing, it had been in contact with her brunette skin, with her pussy, her breasts and her ass. They were white, pink, flesh-colored bras, some with lace but nothing glamorous or extremely sexy, but that vulgarity still excited me more. I had never been a fetishist nor had I especially gotten excited about underwear, but at that moment those bras, slips, inner shirts,... seemed the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. With one hand, I started picking them up and sniffing them. The smell of women's mother flooded my nasal fossae, it intoxicated me in a way I had never felt before. I started rubbing my penis against white underwear. The contact of fabric with my penis made me unable to hold back and I came with the most intense orgasm of my life. My semen soaked several of the garments. Nervous, I put them in the washing machine and went to get dressed in my room.
-Javi! Wake up pervert! - It was the morning after my incident with mother's underwear, I was still sleeping when her screams woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw her, wearing some of her bras and slips that I had come on the previous evening. She was dressed in a robe with shoulder straps, showing off her generous cleavage that reached down to her knees. When I realized what she was holding in her hand, a wave of embarrassment flooded me and I started stammering. -I,... I'm sorry... I don't know what to say. -You don't know What to say, pervert - he threw one of my suspenders at my face while agitating a bunch of dried-up underwear with the other hand - look what you're doing! With your own mother's panties! This deserves a good whipping. Get up. I got up. I was only wearing some pajama pants I used for sleeping. Mom sat on the bed and told me to lie down on her lap like a little boy. I started protesting but didn't have time.
-Shut up, pervert. You'll do what I say if you don't want me to tell your father what you've done, pig. The threat took effect. I was still dazed from waking up and without thinking too much, I settled in as she told me to. Mom was sitting on the bed and I, in pajama pants, lying face down on her legs. Note my penis, under the pants, resting on her thighs and I felt an enormous panic. If I had an erection, she'd notice and I didn't know how she'd react. Each time it was more conscious of that contact. She had rolled up her robe a bit and I felt the warmth of those legs. When I feared blood would start flowing to my member, I noticed Mom putting two fingers under my pants and lowering them, leaving my buttocks exposed. Then I felt a slap, followed by another and another. They weren't extremely painful, but after some slaps, my buttocks started to sting. But I didn't feel too much discomfort, since on the other side of my waist, my penis had come alive. When I felt the erection pressing, I realized how hot it was. Barely could I think. Being almost naked, being punished like a little boy produced shame in me, but that shame was terribly exciting and not just that, the punishment, the slaps with her hand on my buttocks were pressing and rubbing my penis against those woman's thighs. Those sensations had never been felt before. Mom also realized and stopped hitting my ass. That terrified me. What would she think of me! Her tone of voice, but, calmed me down. My boy, she said while stroking the back of my neck with the same hand that had hit me, Are you a virgin? I... felt like I was about to cry from shame as she played with my hair. I pressed my face against the pillow. Tranquilo, puedes confiar en mí, cariño. Yes. I am. Perfecto mi niño! she exclaimed and added in a soft, raspy voice, Turn over. Let's see what you've got here. I obeyed as if I had no will of my own. Mom gently pushed me and lay down beside me. Before, only the back part of my underwear had come down and they were still covering, badly, my penis. This, totally erect, was trying to free itself from the pressure of the fabric. Mom placed a hand on my penis, softly caressing it over the underwear. My little pollita – whispered in my hatred – and virgin. This is better than I expected. Since I knew you were coming, I thought about screwing you, but this is much better. I was barely aware of what she was saying. I only felt the sensual tone of her voice and the touch of her fingers on my penis. Would you like to screw your mother, pervert? she continued with a sensual but slightly playful tone. This... is... wrong – I said gasping – you're... my mother. Shhh, she answered while sliding off my underwear and my now-free penis sprang up like a spring as I let out another groan. I felt her hand taking hold of it and started a slow up-and-down motion while giving me soft kisses on the neck and cheek. This was driving me crazy. I'll say it again, my little virgin pollita, do you want to screw your mom? Yes, Mom, please – I felt the orgasm approaching but suddenly she stopped the masturbation. With her finger, she stroked the base and shaft of my penis, which provoked a certain agony in me. I needed to come, I couldn't take it anymore. Very well. But you must promise me that you'll do everything Say what you'll do to your beloved mother in everything she says. Without complaining. -If... I will- I said while she was fingering me with a single finger. That was driving me crazy. I didn't know what I was saying. -Very well, but remember, if you don't do what I say, I'll tell everyone that your mother's underwear makes you hard- She stopped her finger and started playing with my testicles. She caressed them, pinched the skin softly, rubbed her nails on them, causing the best tickles of my life. I arched and groaned, fearful and expectant - You have to be sincere, do you like my underwear? Would you like to wear it?- At that moment, I hesitated. As I've said, I had never had fantasies of that type before, I just wanted her to fuck me once. She noticed my hesitation. Quickly she lay on top of me, straddling and kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth, thirsty. Note her weight on top, the pressure of her breasts flattening against mine and the pressure of her legs on my cock. I could feel her fresh breath, her feminine aroma: sweat, shower soap, and something I had never smelled before. It was her own excitement. I noticed how she separated her body without separating her lips from mine. She caught my hands and placed them on her breasts. She pulled away a little more and whispered - Touch them, my boy. - I, who until that moment had been rather paralyzed, started to gently squeeze those two globes that had driven me crazy for the last week. They were something soft - logical, I realized later, for a woman of her age - but to me at that moment, they were perfect. The touch of those two enormous tits, my first tits, along with the rubbing of the dress against my penis made me more and more excited. All reserve and logic had disappeared from my mind. Due to my inexperience, I returned her kisses and my tongue searched for her mouth. She pulled away a little and took me by the hands again. This time she led them to the headboard of the bed, with one hand... immobilized both dolls. It was much stronger than I expected, surely it was much stronger than me. Her black hair, loose, fell on my chest. - Would you like your mom to put her panties on you? - She continued with her playful tone. I couldn't think. I was surprised to hear my voice weakly affirming. Without letting go, she went back to eating my mouth. Nibbling my lips and provoking a slight pain. She was also squeezing my hands tightly. The kiss lasted for painfully eternal moments. From the same bed, she picked up some bras that I had thrown at her face before and started tying my hands to the headboard of the bed with them. I let myself be done. She got up and picked up one of the bras from the floor. She started rubbing it over my penis. I arched my body again. Being tied up made me feel suddenly defenseless in front of that woman. A certain feeling of fear added to my excitement. -You're mom's little tramp. The virgin little girl of mom. - she whispered while putting on the bras. She grabbed one leg and passed the bras, then the other. With a gentle push, she put them up. My penis was again imprisoned. This took me to a new level of heat. Look down. My penis was struggling to get out of those white lace bras. My mom continued to caress my penis with her fingers above the underwear. - Say it - she said suddenly - say you're mom's little tramp. -I'm mom's little tramp - I repeated instantly. I was treating myself in the feminine, saying I was a tramp. It was absurd, but I didn't care. Only my mother's voice and the sensations she was provoking with her fingers and bras mattered. -Very well, my girl. From now on your virgin little girl is only mine. Only I can decide when you come. From now on everything you are mine. She repeated. -My virgin little girl is yours. Only you will decide when I come. - Each time she noticed that I I was reaching the limit, slowing down my caresses. I was taking her to the edge without reaching orgasm. - You're mine. - Swear it. - I swear it. You're mine. - You're a slut. A slut who loves dressing up like a woman.
-I'm a slut and I love wearing panties. - My voice came out, but I wasn't almost conscious of what I was saying. It was as if someone else was saying the words. - You're my slut, mom. - A huge smile crossed her face. - Oh, we'll have so much fun, slut. You've earned it, beg me to make you come. - I beg you. Make me come. Make your slut come.
-Those words, both mine and my mother's, seemed distant, but that was what I wanted, something that came from inside me, hidden so deep that I didn't even know it was there. At that moment, I only wanted to be my mother's slut, even if I didn't exactly know what that meant.
She put her hand on my penis and held it tight, above the panties. She turned over onto me, kneeling again. Her loose hair spread out across my chest, tickling me. She looked at me with lust in her eyes. She started to suck me off with force, and I came in just a few seconds. The orgasm was like liberation. I had never felt anything like it. I had been at the mercy of my mother, who had given me an incredible masturbation. And that feeling of vulnerability, shame, humiliation... My semen soaked all the panties. I looked into my mom's dark eyes. She returned my gaze, hers full of mischief, vice, and cruelty. I was too dazed by the orgasm to notice her look. If not, I would have left that house immediately.
Mom got up and picked something from the shelf. I barely noticed it. Without saying a word, she undressed me. I was like a zombie. I looked at myself for a few seconds, and her voice brought me back to reality. - Unless you've grown fond of them, I'd like you to leave the panties in the dirty laundry basket. With a mocking tone. – Take a few minutes and when you recover and are ready, I'll be waiting for you in the dining room. I still couldn't believe what had just happened. It was like it was the memory of a movie. When Mom left the room, I took off my underwear. They were dirty and sticky. I cleaned my penis with a clean piece that was still clean. I threw them away and stayed for a short time, naked and silent, sitting on the bed. I got up and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. I went to the bathroom, peed, cleaned myself, and put my head under the faucet. Everything I had done like a zombie, without thinking of anything. The cold water finally made me realize what had happened in that room. My mother had given me a masturbation. Not only that, she had tied me up, put her underwear on me, and treated me like a slut, a virgin girl, and claimed certain ownership over me. I went to the dining room feeling confident about myself. That shouldn't happen again. I would ask her to tell my father I should come home with any excuse. What had happened was wrong. Not only was it my mother, but also the way she made me masturbate, the underwear, the conversation... everything was wrong! I wasn't like that. All my security and all my speech fell apart when I entered the dining room. She was sitting there. Wearing that bathrobe with ties that hadn't been taken off at any moment while she was masturbating, she looked spectacular. I was aware of those breasts that were struggling to come out and those I had already had a brief contact with. I wanted more, I wanted to see them, want to touch them, kiss them, suck on them like a child or a slut... Her knees promised strong and molded legs from the long walks around town. I thought about how it would feel with my head between them... I was stronger than my instincts and, looking away from her body while sitting down, said: -I'm sorry, Mom, I don't know what happened to me. What I did is wrong, I think... - quick, run over, tried to convince myself. -Shhhh. - She stood up and put her finger on my lips, telling me to be quiet. She sat down beside me. Despite it having only been a few minutes since I had come, I felt a sensation below my stomach. Her hand was holding my mobile phone and the video player was turned on. Before she pressed play, I already knew what it was. My mother had recorded with my own phone what had happened. The video was quite advanced and her voice could be heard perfectly. I'm a slut and I love wearing panties. That hit me. I didn't even try to take the mobile from her. It was real. What I had done and said just a few minutes before seemed like a dream, like a memory that wasn't mine. Seeing myself like that, with my underwear on and so excited, made me feel it was totally real. I couldn't escape it. -I see you've fallen silent. Well, listen to me because I don't want to repeat it. I want you to fulfill what you promised, you'll be mine, my slave sexually, for understanding. – She said that in a cold way, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. -From now on, you'll do everything I tell you or otherwise... -You won't be able to. What we've done is both of us – I said suddenly and getting up. – As bad as what I've done as what you've done, but worse. Give me the mobile, delete the video, and I'll leave for my house today itself. – Mum was still sitting there, calm as if it wasn't about her. -You'll see, dear – she continued calmly. – When your father sent me here, he told me to discipline you, and that's what I think I should do. He didn't expect something like this... or maybe,- she paused for a moment - you'll see there are many things you don't know about me or my relationship with your father, or what I've been doing these years. You won't be told now. Simply, you must know that you'll do everything I tell you. -Don't say stupid things and give me the mobile. – She gave it to me without batting an eyelid. -It's useless. I already have a copy on mine, and not just that, also a copy of your contacts. – I looked at it without understanding. – You'll see, dear, your father sent me your PIN and passwords while you were sleeping, and I've been collecting some information. He was worried that you wouldn't get high or something like that. The truth is that I didn't expect everything to happen so quickly, but,... -I don't understand – I said, confused. -You don't have to understand. All you need to understand is that from now on you'll do everything I say, wear what I say, eat what I say, and when I say it, and so on. If you disobey me or try to do something silly like taking away my phone, I'll send our little video to all your friends. -Why? -Don't worry about that. If you have doubts think of what Julia would say if she saw you looking so handsome in underwear – Julia was my best friend and I was crazy about her. She, but, was going out with an older guy and I was just a friend for her, her best friend. It was clear that my mother had been reading my messages. At that moment I felt defenseless, useless, without any way out. I imagined Julia's face, the rest of my friends didn't matter to me, laughing at me, calling me sick,... – You only have to worry about pleasing me. It won't be too difficult, I just want what you promised me, your little virgin cock – while saying that she stood up suddenly and grabbed my package with force, holding my penis tightly with the other hand. The kiss was violent. As if it were violating my mouth. Desire took hold of me again. While she was rubbing my penis, it started growing. Her tongue kept moving in my mouth. She was biting my lips, licking them,... -Because you're dressed – she said while separating from me. – From now on you'll only be able to go dressed if I say so, understood? You know what will happen if you disobey. -Yes – I said while taking off my shirt and letting my pants fall. Naked, with my cock hard, in front of her, still wearing underwear. Another time that feeling of vulnerability, defenselessness, and inferiority in front of that woman. Standing there, I realized she was at least a palm taller than me and much more corpulent than I was. -From now on you'll call me lady and treat me with the respect due to her. – She said while playing with my cock, giving it gentle taps with her fingers. -Yes, lady. -Get down on your knees in front of the sofa, with your legs open and your hands behind your back. I obeyed. She sat down in front of me. She took off one shoe and started playing with my penis and her foot. She lifted up her dress a bit and I caught a glimpse of her panties. They were flesh-colored. Old lady's panties, like people used to call them. That flash excited me and when my mother squeezed my glans with two toes, I moaned softly. -You're a promiscuous little pig. – She laughed. – You've seen my old lady's panties and you've gotten hard. You must be imagining my pussy. It's hairy, unshaven. A good bush. I hope you like spitting hair, Promiscuous. – She lifted up her other foot and started a slow foot-masturbation. Now that I was paying attention, her feet were precious. -Would you like to see my pussy? -Yes, lady, I'd like to see your pussy. – I replied quickly. Yes, I wanted to see a pussy, it didn't matter whose, in fact at that moment it was the only one I wanted. I had never seen a pussy beyond porn. -Later, dear. You'll probably want not just to see it but to fuck it too. Of course, my slut is still a virgin. – She laughed, mocking me. Suddenly she stopped and moved her feet away. The feeling of her skin on my penis was the worst torture. -I think I'll keep you a virgin for a while. You'll have to earn the right to let you fuck me. -Please, lady – I begged. I hadn't even seen her naked yet but I longed for that plump body. -You've learned to beg very quickly. You're a natural submissive, dear. You don't know how lucky you are. – She said while under my body and grabbing my testicles. Not He was squeezing too hard, but I felt a slight pain. I made a move to lift my hands but she was quicker. With her other hand, she slapped me across the face. The slap didn't hurt that much, but at that moment I realized I was at her mercy. She had already hit me twice like a small child without even thinking about it. - Quiet, my virginal slutty. Leave your mom alone, she knows what's good for you. – With the same hand that had slapped me, she started rubbing me with force. Despite my excitement, I had come recently and although her touch was terribly pleasurable, it didn't have me on the edge like before. My eyes fell on her cleavage. In that position, I had a perfect view of her overflowing breasts. I saw how the bra, also flesh-colored, barely covered them while they bounced to the rhythm of the masturbation. -My virgin boy, have you never seen breasts so close up? – My mother was still treating me both in masculine and feminine ways. This actually made the game better. -No ma'am -If you behave yourself I'll let you see them later. Will you behave for momma? – she said talking to me as if I were a small child. -Yes, ma'am, I will behave. -For now, you can call me momma. Get up. – I got up. She released my testicles but not my penis. – Do you want to go play with momma in her room? -Yes, momma. – Let's go then – she answered. She took me to her room, holding onto my penis. We crossed a couple of corridors and entered her room. It was a large room with a big double bed. On one wall, next to the bathroom door, there was a chair and a mirror with several makeup utensils. She released my penis, sat me down on the bed, and gave me a kiss on the cheek – Wait here, dear. She left the room. Just a few seconds later she returned with several pieces of lingerie. -These are Alicia's, you're as skinny as her and they'll fit you better than mine. – My mother was trying to dress me in my sister's lingerie. A wave of anger rose up inside me, but I remembered the video and I bit my tongue. - Get up, put these on. – She said to me, handing me some cream-colored lace underwear. I put them on – You look stunning! – I was still hard and while she was saying this, she was playing with my cock above the panties. – Your little virgin cock loves it. – She gave me another kiss on the cheek, wet and slow. – Let's get you looking good. She sat me down in front of the mirror. She picked up a comb and started brushing my hair. She untangled it without hesitation. I complained – Quiet, behave, don't want to be tied up – But she kept going. Sometimes she'd spray some hairspray on my hair and wouldn't stop until it was smooth. Occasionally, she'd slide her hand over my chest and play with my penis both above and below the panties – You'll look gorgeous – she whispered. Once she finished brushing my hair, she made two ponytails. I looked at myself in the mirror and contradictory sensations overwhelmed me. I saw myself as horrible, humiliated, and dressed like a woman like a transvestite but it was so exciting as my mother's caresses. While putting on some makeup, painting my lips and eyes, I observed her body, smelled it, and felt it so close to mine. Only for that woman's touch would any humiliation be worth it. – Close your eyes – I obeyed. She lifted me off the chair and helped me fasten a bra. She sat me down on the bed and put some stockings up to my thigh. She finished fixing my hair and looked at me in front of the big mirror. - Open your eyes. – I opened them. I was wearing a cream-colored lingerie set, the same panties I'd seen before, and a matching bra. They were lace, but a bit innocent. More beautiful than sexy. The stockings made my legs look like those of a young girl. It was impossible for me to fill out the bra, but my sister had small breasts and it wasn't that noticeable. My hairstyle, with two ponytails falling over my shoulders, and the soft makeup gave me a womanly air. Yes, I was a man, but certainly my mother had done a magnificent job. She was behind me and I could see her hugging me and starting to nibble my ear. With one hand she was caressing my chest and with the other she was softly fingering me over my underwear. -You're a beautiful precious slut virgin. I think I'll take some more photos and videos. Do you like that? -Yes – seeing myself in that way while feeling my mother's caresses had entered me into that trance again. Only what I felt mattered, what that woman made me feel by humiliating me on one side while touching me with maternal tenderness and enormous sensuality. – I want my mommy to take pictures of me. – She separated from me and sat at the edge of the bed with my phone in her hand. She started taking photos of me in various positions, suggesting them to me, correcting me, and continuing with her comments about her little virgin slut, about her slut, about her slut . -You're a slut , it seems you were born for this –She said – Get down on your knees and spread them apart, take off your underwear and finger yourself, foxy – I said – She's going to make me a video. – She started recording – Tell me your name and age. – I told my name, where I was from, and my age. -You're a slut and you're still a virgin. You haven't been able to screw any girl your age and now you're drooling over your own mother, sick. -Yes – I kept masturbating at a good pace. -You want to fuck your mother and that's why you dressed like this. You're a creep and a sicko. You'd let her do anything to you just because she makes you masturbate? -Yes – I'm a slut virgin who begs my own mother to screw me. – Humiliation and insults, far from offending me, formed an indispensable part of the experience, at that moment I didn't want it any other way. – My mother got up and took a dildo out of a drawer. It was a thin vibrator, not very big, pink. She threw it at me. -Would you let your mommy screw you in the ass? – Yes, I replied. – Suck it like it's a foxy cock – It must have been the worst blowjob to a sex toy in history, because I never I had never even fantasized about something like that before, but I put all my effort into it, as if the device was part of her. – Beg you to fuck my ass foxy. – Fuck my ass mom, please.- I said while separating my mouth from the vibrator. In a few moments I was sucking and licking that piece of plastic again. She turned off the mobile phone. – Stop – she ordered. – You're the best submissive I could have ever found. My mother lifted me up and started kissing me passionately. Her kisses were like she wanted to reclaim me. For the first time, I dared to touch her and put my hands on her ass with almost reverence. -Quiet – she said with a smile. She grabbed my hand and pushed me onto the bed. She took out of the same drawer as the vibrator a red satin ribbon. I took off my bra, letting her hand slide over my chest and pinch one of my nipples with softness. I could only whimper weakly. – Give me your hands – I obeyed. She tied my wrists in front of each other and then tied me to the bedhead. Once she finished, she stood in front of me and said with a mischievous smile – You've earned it – She pulled her nightgown over her head. At that moment any doubt I might have had disappeared. You can see my mother's body, only covered by those panties and that flesh-colored bra. Her stomach was still smooth, almost without wrinkles. Her strong and muscular legs were a magnificent sight. A few black hairs escaped from the edges of the panties, reminding me that underneath that piece of clothing there was a pussy I was starting to obsess over. Her enormous breasts overflowed the bra, which held them together. She came closer and got down on her knees beside me on the bed. With one hand she caressed my penis through the panties while bringing her mouth close to mine and giving me a long kiss. She separated her lips from mine and I saw them stained with my own lipstick. She brought them to my neck, kissing and licking it slowly. Then she lowered herself further and stopped at one of my nipples, Munching and sucking it. With the other hand, I was pinching and playing with my other nipple while I was babbling. Alternating her mouth from one nipple to another. This went on for a few minutes that seemed like an eternity. She lowered her head, licking and kissing my belly and navel until she reached my cock. It was still pressing against the pants, showing off the enormous bulge of my erection. If I took them off, my mom started kissing me between them. Licking following the trunk and her saliva quickly soaked the underwear. Under the fabric, I felt that humidity. Suddenly she put her mouth on the bulge where my glans was and I arched up looking for that hot and humid cavity. Again she had me at the edge of orgasm and again she withdrew, smiling. Calm down, remember you can only come if I give you permission, remember your orgasms are mine. – I couldn't even respond. She sat up and started taking off my socks while caressing my legs. – If you disobey or do anything that displeases me, I'll punish you and I assure you won't like it. Is that clear? – I had used her authoritarian tone again. – Yes, ma'am. – I replied. Once she had taken off my socks, she put them aside and started pulling down my pants. She didn't bother taking them all the way off and left them at ankle height. She sat on top of me, straddling me, with her underwear pressing against my penis. She started moving smoothly, as if she were fucking me. I was still tied to the bedhead with my hands. It was frustrating to see that body move above me without being able to touch it. I wanted to squeeze those tits, I wanted to grab that ass, I wanted to undress my mom and be able to see that hairy pussy that she had promised me myself. She, insensitive to my pleading gaze, brought her hands to my mouth and introduced her fingers into it. It was as if she were examining the teeth of an animal. With two fingers, she kept my mouth open and spat in it, leaving a good amount of saliva inside my mouth. I could only swallow and listen. -You're a foxy. Do you like it when I spit in your face? -Yes, I replied when I freed my mouth from her fingers. I kept my mouth open, as if begging for more of that saliva. She spat at me again, but this time a part of her saliva stayed on my cheek. Mom was still playing and pinching my nipples while continuing that slow rhythm that was driving my cock crazy. I was making myself come, but not with my hands or feet, just rubbing her pussy against my penis, still in underwear. She increased and decreased the rhythm according to my reactions. When she saw I was close or my breathing became more labored, she'd stop and give me a pinch, already stronger, on one of my nipples while repeating - You don't have permission to come yet. You'll only be able to do it when Mom says so. Your cock isn't yours, it's Mom's, remember. - The pain mixed with the excitement. When we'd been doing this for a while, Mom got up. She picked up the same vibrator I had sucked in front of the camera from the floor. I could see a humidity stain on her panties. She lay down beside me and whispered - I also want to come, little one. - She lay down beside me and started rubbing herself over her panties. She lifted her legs. I could barely see much. The hand holding the vibrator moved towards my face and pushed it into my mouth. She did it roughly, all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged while hearing her laughter. It was a cruel and mocking laugh. - Relax, slutty. You'll have time to eat all the cocks you want. - This comment scared me, I didn't want that, I just wanted her. I could be sick for liking it when my own mother treated me like this, but I didn't like men. - Relax, it's a joke, she said while removing the vibrator from my mouth, moving her panties aside and inserting it herself. From my position, I could only see my mom moving her underwear to reveal an abundant dark hair. I heard as he turned on the vibrator but couldn't see it anymore, was completely inside her. I could only see my mother writhing, lying next to me and moving the hand holding it while she moaned. Suddenly she rested one of her legs over me, with her knee on top of my penis pinning it against her and my stomach. In this position and taking advantage of her own masturbation movements started a slow up and down with her leg. She moved and arched while continuing to whisper - We'll have so much fun, I'll turn you into Mom's boy, her toy,... - Suddenly she increased the vibrator's rhythm, moaned loudly and let her face fall onto my chest - God! It had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm like this. Mom got up after a few moments of rest while recovering her breath. She untied me from the headboard but still had my hands tied. With a movement she showed again her strength and put me on my knees, with my head pressed against the bed and my legs apart. I noticed as she spat, this time onto my anus crack and passed two fingers over my anus. I moaned and went to protest - Mom, please, not in the ass,...- She reacted with violence that I hadn't seen yet and with the same hand grabbed both of my nipples and pulled them hard. My whole body arched and I let out a pitiful cry - shhh, don't forget who's in charge here and can do whatever I want to you. - Without stopping pulling my hair she gave me several strong slaps on my buttocks, much more than the ones she had given me that same morning. - With force she turned me around again and let me fall onto the bed. The sight of that body in underwear was worth any blow. At that moment I feared my mother would stop playing and started thinking about begging her to keep playing with my ass, but before words could come out of my mouth she sat on top of me, with her legs around my neck and noticed as she started squeezing her panties against my mouth and nose. Humidity of your sex, I smelled your previous orgasm while listening to you talk - Maybe you want me to run and you've just started walking. But I didn't expect you to react this way, that you would have a submissive one inside you. Calm down, we'll have time to play with your bum. Now that you're being such a good boy for Mom, you'll get the prize of smelling my pussy. Do you like it? - I couldn't speak. I was struggling to savor and smell the wet stain on Mom's panties. The hairs on her sex that were sticking out of her panties tickled my cheeks. Arching my body slightly back, Mom grabbed me with one hand around my testicles. She wasn't holding too tight, but she was squeezing them carelessly, mixing pain with pleasure again. She moaned and with her strong and generous thighs, which held me captive, increased the rhythm. I don't know how much time passed before my mother rubbed against my face, nose, and lips. Suddenly she reached orgasm and I felt a new wave of humidity soaking her panties. Her taste and smell were the best thing I had ever experienced. I could barely breathe, but it didn't matter to me. Mom's two orgasms made her panties start to become transparent and I could start to glimpse, up close, the hairy pussy that was my mother's. I realized that I had provoked my first orgasm in a woman. I never thought it would be like this and with my own mother, and indeed more than provoking me, Mom was the one who took it away from me by rubbing against my face. But she seemed satisfied with her little boy. She released the prison of her thighs and lay down while returning to kiss me, not caring that my mouth was dripping with her own juices. - It's your first orgasm you give me - said with a melodic and satisfied voice - You'll be the best boy for Mom. You deserve a prize. Do you want to come in Mom's mouth? - I couldn't believe it and barely managed to affirm. She moved down my body and without thinking twice started licking my Cock. She was sucking it, playing with the glans, the upper lip moving up and down while I played with my testicles. It was the first blow job I'd ever had and it was something magnificent. Suddenly, when I was getting close again, she stopped and looked at me - Ask Mom to suck you off, ask Mom to let you come in her mouth. -Mom, please - I moaned - Let me come in your mouth. And she granted my wish. Without any help from her hands, she swallowed it and started a wild blow job. That hot and wet mouth was too much for me and quickly I felt an intense orgasm. Mom didn't slow down and kept going until my penis started to lose some firmness. Without opening her mouth, she separated from my penis and without even giving me time to react, spat the come on my face. With her hand, she started spreading the semen all over my face while her fingers opened my mouth and made me taste it. It was disgusting. I tried to protest, struggle but quickly felt my mother's other hand squeezing my semiflaccid penis and testicles with force. I stayed quiet and let her keep playing with my semen, her fingers and my mouth and face. -Relax, it's just a little semen. Don't make a face about it. -I completely relaxed and a new sensation invaded me. It wasn't excitement, but something else. Now I recognize it. I was slowly starting to understand that I was Mom's submissive, that she would do with me what she wanted, whether I liked it or not. And instead of alarming me, this produced an intense happiness in me. To be continued...
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