This is a story of female dominance incest. A young virgin discovers the pleasures of being dominated by an older woman through his mother, whom he hasn't seen in a long time.
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 where she lived. It had been almost three years since I last saw her. My parents had separated when I was little, and my mother had left home to travel and explore the world. Since then we had only seen each other occasionally, exchanging postcards and annual phone calls. A couple of years ago she had settled in a small village and bought a house with the generous pension my father sent her.
My father had remarried a younger woman and was completely disconnected from me and my older sister. I, who had always been a good student, had stopped studying altogether, and... That's why my father called my mother, something almost unheard of, and they agreed that I would spend the summer with her in the village where she lived.
I had been looking forward to spending the summer with my friends, organizing beach trips and going after drunk tourists to sleep with. I wanted to enjoy the sea, the sun, and some woman, since at 18 years old, I was still a virgin and probably would remain so 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 a 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 forms. 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 A wide range of curves without being fat. She wore a light summer dress that still accentuated her figure. When I was already just a few meters away from her, I caught sight of her two enormous breasts, which were struggling to escape the neckline. The vision of those two large spheres imprisoned awakened something in me, something that I quickly discarded. I was too hard. I couldn't get myself erect: a 50-year-old woman and my mother! But during those moments, I could only look at her as a woman: her dark hair, that swaying way of walking... When I reached the front of her, I barely could think clearly. My mother hugged me tightly. 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.
-Hey Javi! You're getting older! - she said, stroking my hair. I had long, smooth, and unkempt hair. It had been at least three years since we'd seen each other. - Her voice was pleasant, soft, hypnotic... Won't you kiss your mother? she asked with a mischievous smile as she kissed 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. - she lied as she stroked my arm - Although I think you're not really looking forward to it. Look how many times you've repeated a course, Javi! You were always so smart!
-It was just a bad year. I'll definitely pass next year.
-Well, don't worry. I know this is punishment for you, but I think a season in the village will do you good. You'll see that life here is quiet and you'll have time to think. At home, all I need is your help and some company. I know we've drifted apart since your father and I separated, mainly because of my fault, but we can recover the lost time.
-Whatever you say, María - I said with disdain in my voice voice, as we started walking towards her house. -Relax – spoke with an unfamiliar voice – you won't get bored too much. And by the way, call me mom, not my given name, it feels strange to me. My mother's house was a typical village home. It was a large house, located at one of the town limits, two-story 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 making me feel guilty for not having visited her like my sister had. My sister, Alicia, who was 2 years older than me, had spent a season with her, but I, who in some way always felt abandoned by mom, had ignored her constant invitations. Now, however, I had no choice but to spend the summer, isolated in town, with her. (...) After a few days I realized that the worst thing would be boredom. My duties were to accompany mom 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 afternoons to take something at the social center of the village, which also served as a bar. There I met some of her friends, older women from different ages. Some of them maybe I'll talk about later if I continue telling this story. Boredom was the worst fuel for the small fire that my mother had against me, which increased with each passing day. I watched her while watching TV, lying down, wearing a fine nightgown that barely hid her body. Every time I could, I looked furtively at her pearl-like sweat-drenched cleavage, her sturdy thighs when she bent over, and her wide and rounded backside every time she passed by... Each time I could, I retreated to my room to jerk off thinking about my own mother. This produced mixed feelings in me. One side knew it was wrong, but the other couldn't control the desire that that woman awakened in me. A late afternoon, just a week after arriving in town, mom went out with her friends and left me 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! - I thought. I got up and went to the bathroom in search of some toilet paper. In the bathroom, in the laundry basket, there were several dirty underwear. That turned me on, it was my mother's intimate clothing, she had been in contact with her brown skin, 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 was I especially excited by underwear, but at that moment those bras, slips, inner shirts,... seemed the hottest thing to have happened to me in life. With one hand, I started picking them up and smelling them. The smell of my mom's women flooded my nostrils, intoxicating 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 dress in my room.
(...)
-Javi! Pervert! - It was the morning after my incident with mom's underwear, I was still sleeping when mom's shouts woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw her, wearing a robe with suspenders, showing off her generous ... scout, which reached my knees. When I realized what was in my hand, a wave of shame flooded over me and I started to stutter.
-I don't know what to say...
-You don't know what to say, pervert – one of the supporters threw at my face while waving a bunch of used underwear with my semen on it – look how you do that! With your own mother's panties! This deserves a good beating. Get up.
I got up. I was only wearing sleep pants. Mom sat down on the bed and told me to fall back onto her knees like a small child. I started to protest 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 down as she indicated. My mom was sitting on the bed and I, in my sleep pants, lying face down on her legs. Note my penis, under my sleep pants, resting against her thighs and I felt an enormous panic. If I had an erection she would notice and I didn't know how to react. Every time it was more conscious of that contact. She had rolled up her robe a bit and I felt the heat of those legs. When I feared blood would start flowing into my member, I noticed mom putting two fingers under my sleep 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 to life.
When I felt the erection pressing against me, I realized how hot it was. Barely could I think. Being almost naked and being punished like a small child produced shame in me, but that shame was terribly exciting and not only that, the punishment, the slaps with the palm of my hand on her buttocks were pressing and rubbing my penis against her thighs. They were sensations I had never felt before. Mom also realized and stopped hitting my butt. That scared me. What would she think of me! Her tone of voice, but it calmed me down.
-My boy – she said while stroking my neck and back with the same hand that had just hit me - Are you a virgin?
-I... I felt like crying from shame as she played with my hair. I pressed my face against the pillow.
-Calm down, you can trust me, dear.
-Yes. I am.
-Perfect, my boy! – She exclaimed and added in a soft, hoarse voice - Turn over. Let's see what you have here.
I obeyed as if I had no will of my own. Mom gently pushed me and lay down beside me. Before, she had only pulled down the back of my underwear and they were still covering, badly, my penis. This one, 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 – she whispered in my ear – 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.
-Do you want to screw your mother, pervert? – She continued in a sensual tone, but with a slightly more playful one.
-This... is... wrong – I said gasping – You're... my mother.
-Shhh – she replied while sliding down my underwear and my 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.
-Te lo repito, mi pollita virgen, ¿te gustaría follarte a tu mami?
-Sí, mamá, por favor – I felt the orgasm approaching, but suddenly... She stopped masturbating. With a finger, she was rubbing the base and shaft of my penis, which was causing me certain agony. I needed to come, I couldn't take it anymore.
-Okay. But you have to promise me that you'll do everything I say. That you'll listen to your dear mother in everything she says without complaining.
-I will... I'll do it – I said while she was fingering me with a single finger. It was driving me crazy. I didn't know what I was saying.
-Okay, but remember, if you don't do what I say, I'll tell everyone that your mother's underwear turns you on - She stopped her finger and started playing with my testicles. She was rubbing them, pinching the skin gently, running her nails over them, causing the best tickles of my life. I arched and groaned, scared and expectant – You have to be sincere, do you like my underwear? Do you want 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 screw me already. She noticed my hesitation. Quickly she got on top of me, straddling and kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth, thirsty. I felt her weight on top of me, the pressure of her breasts against mine and the pressure of her legs against my cock. I could feel her fresh breath, her womanly aroma: sweat, shower gel, 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 took my hands and placed them on her breasts. She pulled away a bit more and whispered – Touch them, boy. – I, who until that moment had been rather paralyzed, started to press those two globos softly that had driven me crazy during 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 was making me more and more excited. All reserve and logic had disappeared from my mind. Stupidly due to my inexperience, I returned the kisses to my mother and my tongue searched for her mouth. She separated a little and took me by the hands again. This time she led them to the headboard of the bed, with one hand immobilizing both wrists. It was much stronger than I expected, probably much stronger than me. Her black hair, loose, fell on my chest.
- Do you like it if your mommy puts her panties on? - She continued in 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 also squeezed my hands tightly. The kiss lasted for some 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 Mommy's little tramp. The little virgin tramp of Mommy. - 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 brought me, even if it could be, to a new level of heat. I looked down. My penis struggled to get out of those white lace bras. My mother continued to caress my penis with her fingers above the underwear. - Say it - she said suddenly - say you're Mommy's little tramp.
- I'm Mommy's little tramp. - I repeated instantly. I was treating myself as a female, saying I was a tramp. It was absurd, but it didn't matter to me. Only my mother's voice and the sensations her fingers and bras were provoking mattered.
- Very well, my girl. From now on your little virgin is only mine. Only I can say When I come. From now on, everything is mine. Repeat after me. – She said the last word with an authoritarian tone.
-My little virgin cock is yours. Only you will decide when I come. – Every time she noticed that I was reaching my limit, she would stop and slow down her caresses. She'd take me to the edge without letting me orgasm. – You're mine.
-Swear it
-I swear. You're mine.
-You're a slut. A slut who loves dressing up as 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 like someone else was saying the words. – I'm your 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 to me, but that was what I wanted, something that came from within me, so hidden that I didn't even know it was there. At that moment, I just wanted to be my mom'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, with her knees bent. 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 mom, who had made an incredible masturbation session. Plus, that feeling of vulnerability, shame, humiliation... My semen soaked all the panties. I looked into mom's dark eyes. She returned my gaze, hers full of mischief, vice, and cruelty. I was too dazed from the orgasm to notice her gaze. If not, I would have left that house immediately.
(...) Nothing had undone me. I was like catatonic. I looked at myself for a few seconds and her voice brought me back to reality.
-Unless you've caught feelings, I'd like you to leave the underwear in the dirty laundry basket - she said with a mocking tone. - Take a few minutes and when you're recovered and ready, I'll be waiting for you in the dining room.
I still couldn't believe what had just happened. It was as if it were the memory of a movie. When Mom left the room, I took off my underwear. They were dirty and sticky. I wiped my penis with a clean piece that was still clean. I threw them away and stayed there for a short time, naked and silent, sitting on the bed. I got up and put on some short pants and a t-shirt. I went to the bathroom, pee, washed myself, and put my head under the faucet. Everything I had done was like a zombie, without thinking about anything. The cold water made me finally aware of what had happened in that room. My mother had made me masturbate. Not only that, she had tied me up, put her underwear on me, and treated me like a slut, a virgin girl, and had claimed some ownership over me. I went to the dining room feeling sure of myself. That shouldn't happen again. I would ask her to tell my father that I should go back 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 discourse fell apart when I entered the dining room. She was sitting there. Wearing that bathrobe with ties that hadn't been removed at any moment while she was masturbating, she looked spectacular. I was aware of those breasts that were struggling to get out and which I had already had a brief first contact with. I wanted more, I wanted to see them, want to touch them, kiss them, suck them like a child or a slut... Her knees promised strong and molded legs from the long walks around town. I thought about how He'll feel with my head jammed between them, ... I was stronger than my instincts and, looking away from his body while I sat down, said: -I'm sorry mom, I don't know what happened to me. What I did is wrong, I think... -I spoke quickly, stammering, trying to sound convinced. -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. In her hand was my mobile phone and the video player was 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 my voice could be heard perfectly.I'm a slut and I love wearing thongs.That thing hit me. I didn't even try to take away its phone. It was real. What I had done and said just a few minutes earlier seemed like a dream, like a memory that wasn't mine. Seeing myself like that, with my underwear on and so excited, made it feel totally real. I couldn't escape it.
-You see I've stayed 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 sexual slave, for understanding.
-It 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...
-No, you won't be able. What we've done is something we both did -I said suddenly and standing up.- As bad as what I've done as what you've done, but worse. Give me your phone, delete the video and I'll leave for my house today.
-Mama's still sitting there, calm as if it wasn't happening to her.
-You'll see, dear -it continued in a calm voice.- When your father sent you 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 stopped for an instant, thinking.- You know there are many things you don't know about me or my relationship with your father, or what I've been doing these years. I won't tell you now. Just know that you'll do everything I say.
-Don't be stupid and give me the phone -I said.
-She gave it to me without flinching.
-It's useless. I already have a copy on mine, and not just that, also a copy of your contacts -she looked at me without understanding.- You see, dear, your father sent my number PIN and passwords while you were sleeping, and while you were asleep, I've been collecting some information. He was worried about you getting drugged or something like that. The truth is that he didn't expect everything to happen so quickly, but...
-I don't understand -I said, confused.
-It doesn't matter if you understand. The only thing 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 with everything. If not... disobeys or tries to do anything silly like taking away my phone, I have a copy of the video and your contacts on the Internet, I'll send our little video to all your friends.
- Why?
- Don't worry about that. If you're unsure, think about 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 dating a older guy and I was just a friend to her, her best friend. It was clear that my mother had been reading my messages. At that moment, I felt defenseless, useless, with no way out. I imagined Julia's face, the rest of my friends didn't matter to me, laughing at me, calling me sick,…
- You just have to worry about pleasing me. It won't be too hard, I just want what you've promised, 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 clothes. Again 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 me.
- From now on, you'll call me señora and treat me with the respect due to me - she said while playing with my cock, giving it little taps with her fingers.
- Yes, señora.
- Get down on your knees in front of the sofa, with your legs open and your hands behind your back. He started playing with my penis and her foot. She lifted her skirt a little and I saw her old underwear. It was the color of meat. Old underwear, like people called it. That flash excited me and when my mother squeezed my glans with two toes, I moaned softly.
-You're a promiscuous slut. - she said laughing. - You've seen my old underwear and you've got hard. You must be imagining my pussy. It's hairy, unshaven. A good bush. I hope you like spitting hair, Promiscuous. - She lifted her other foot and started a slow self-masturbation with her feet. Now that I was paying attention, they were beautiful feet.
-Do you want to see my pussy? - she asked.
-Yes, ma'am, I'd like to see it. - I replied quickly. Yes, I wanted to see a pussy, it didn't matter if it was my own mother's, 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 to do more than just see it, but rather fuck it. Of course, my slut is still a virgin. - she laughed, mocked. 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 letting me fuck you.
-Please, ma'am - 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. - As she said it, she was under my body and grabbed my testicles. She wasn't squeezing too hard, but I felt a slight pain. I made a move to move my hands but she was faster. With her other hand, she slapped me across the face. The slap didn't hurt too much, but at that moment I realized I was at her mercy. I had already been hit 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 to jerk me off with force. Despite my excitement, I had come recently and although her ... The touch was terribly pleasant; it didn't have me on the edge like before. My eyes fell on her cleavage. In that position she 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 masturbation.
-My virgin boy, have you never seen breasts so close up? - My mother continued to treat me both in masculine and feminine terms. This still made the game better.
-No, ma'am
-Yes, if you behave well, I'll let you see them later. Will you behave well for Mommy? - She said, talking to me as if I were a small child.
-Yes, ma'am
-For now, you can call me Mommy. Get up. - I got up. She released my testicles but not my penis.
-Do you want to go play with Mommy in her room?
-Yes, Mommy. - We went then - She said, taking me by the 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 tools. She released my penis, sat me on the bed, and gave me a kiss on the cheek - Wait here, sweetie.
-She left the room. Barely seconds later she returned with several pieces of lingerie.
-These are Alicia's; you're slender like 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 bit my tongue.
-Get up, put these on. - She said, handing me some cream-colored lace panties. I put them on - You look stunning! - I was still hard and while I said this she was playing with my cock above the panties - Your little virgin's cock loves it. - She gave me another kiss on the cheek, slow and wet. - Let's get you looking pretty.
-She sat me in front of the mirror. She picked up a comb and started to brush my hair. She untangled it without mercy. I complained - Quiet, behave well, don't... You'll want me to eat - She kept going. Sometimes she'd spray my hair with a pulverizer 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 underwear – you'll be gorgeous – she'd whisper. 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, but this was just as 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. Worth any humiliation for just one of her caresses – 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 stockings up to my thigh. She finished styling my hair and looked at me in the big mirror.
-Open your eyes – I opened them. I was wearing a cream-colored lingerie set, the underwear I'd already seen, and a matching bra. They were lace, although somewhat innocent. More beautiful than sexy. The stockings made my legs seem silky like those of a young girl. It was impossible for me to fill out the bra, but my sister had little breasts and it wasn't noticeable. My hairstyle, with two ponytails that fell over my shoulders, and soft makeup gave me a womanly air. Yes, I was a man, but certainly my mother did an excellent job. She was behind me and I could see her hugging me and starting to nibble on my ear. With one hand she caressed my chest and with the other she gently stroked my penis above the underwear.
-You're a lovely virgin slut. I think I'll take some more photos and videos. Do you like that? – Yes – At that moment, seeing myself in that way while feeling my mother's caresses had me entering that trance again. Only what I felt mattered, what that woman made me feel. humbling myself on one side while she touched 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 holding my phone. She started taking pictures of me in various positions, suggesting them to me, correcting me, and continuing her comments about her little virgin slut, her slutty one, her slut. -You're a slut, it seems you were born for this – Get down on your knees and spread them apart, take off your underwear and get excited, foxy – She said – I'm going to make a video of you. – She started recording – Tell me your name and age. – I told her 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 crying for your own mother, sick. -Yes – I kept masturbating at a good pace. -Do you want to fuck your mother and that's why you've dressed like this? You're a pervert and a sicko. You'd let her do anything to you just because she makes you masturbate, right? -Yes – I'm a virgin slut who begs my own mother to screw me. – The 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 out a dildo from 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 cocky foxy – Probably this has been the worst blow job to a sex toy in history, because I had never even fantasized about something like that, but I put all my effort into it, as if that device were part of her. – Begging her to screw your ass foxy. – Screw my ass mommy, 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 phone. – Stop – she ordered. – You're the best submissive I could have ever found. My mother picked me up and started kissing me passionately. Her kisses were like she wanted to Claim me. For the first time I dared to touch her and put, almost with reverence, my hands on her buttocks.
-Quieto – she said with a smile. She took my hand and threw me onto the bed. She pulled out of the same drawer as the vibrator a red silk ribbon. I removed my bra, passing her hand over my chest and pinching me, gently squeezing one nipple. I could only whimper weakly. – Give me your hands – I obeyed. She tied my wrists together in front of me, then tied me to the bedhead. Once she finished, she stood in front of me and with a mischievous smile said – You've earned it – She pulled her robe off over her head. At that moment, any doubt I might have had disappeared. You can see my mother's body, almost completely 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 tightly together. She came closer and sat on top of me, resting her knees on both sides of the bed. With one hand, she caressed my penis through the panties again while bringing her mouth close to mine and rewarding me with 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. She lowered herself further and stayed on one of my nipples, biting and sucking it. With the other hand, she pinched and played with my other nipple while I stammered. She alternated her mouth between the two nipples. This went on for a few minutes that seemed like an eternity. She kept licking and kissing my belly and navel until she reached my cock. It was still pressing against the panties, showing off the enormous bulge of my erection. If I removed them, my mother started kissing me through them. She licked following the shaft and her saliva quickly soaked the underwear. I noticed that humidity on the screen. Suddenly she put the package where my gland was in her mouth and I arched back searching for that hot and humid cavity. Again I had him 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 make sure you won't like it. Is that clear? -She used her authoritative tone again.
-Yes ma'am.
-I responded once she had taken off my socks, she put them aside and started pulling down my underwear. She didn't bother to take them all the way off and left them at ankle height. She sat on top of me, with her panties pressing my penis. She started moving smoothly, as if she were fucking me. I was still tied up to the headboard. It was frustrating to see that body move over me without being able to touch it. I wanted to squeeze those tits, I wanted to grab that ass, I wanted to undress my mother and see her hairy pussy that she had promised me. She, insensitive to my pleading gaze, brought her hands to my mouth and put her fingers in it. It was like she was 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 fox. Do you like being spat on?
-Yes -I answered when I freed my mouth from her fingers.
-I kept my mouth open as if begging for more saliva. She spat at me again, but this time some 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 by rubbing against her pussy, still in clothes. interior, against my penis. She increased and decreased the rhythm according to my reactions. When she saw I was close or that my breathing became more labored, she would 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 increasing excitement.
When we had been like that for a bit, Mom got up. She picked up the same vibrator I had sucked in front of the camera from the floor. I could see a damp stain on her underwear. 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 underwear. 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 laugh. It was a cruel and mocking laugh. – Relax, slutty. You'll have time to eat as many cocks as 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 that, but I didn't like men. – Relax, it's a joke – she said while removing the vibrator from my mouth, moving her underwear aside and inserting it. From my position, I could only see my mother moving her underwear, revealing a thick dark pubic hair. I heard her turn on the vibrator but couldn't see it anymore, it was completely inside her. All I could see was my mother writhing beside me, moving the hand holding the vibrator while moaning. Suddenly she rested one of her legs on top of me, with her knee pressed against my penis and stomach. In this position, using her own masturbation movements, she started a slow up-and-down motion with her leg. She moved and arched while continuing to whisper – We'll have a great time, I'll turn you into Mom's toy, her plaything,… - Suddenly she increased the vibrator's speed, 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 sat up after a few moments of rest while recovering her breathing. She untied me from the headboard, but still had my hands tied. With a movement, she demonstrated her strength again and put me on my knees, with my head pressed against the bed and my legs apart. I noticed she was spitting, this time onto the crack of my ass and passing two fingers over my anus. I moaned and went to protest – Mom, please, not there,…- She reacted with violence, which I hadn't seen before, and with the same hand grabbed both my nipples and pulled hard on them. My whole body arched and I let out a pitiful cry. – shhh, don't forget that I'm in charge here and can do whatever I want to you. – Without stopping pulling my hair, she gave me several strong slaps on the buttocks, much more than she had given me that same morning. – With force, she turned me around again and let me fall back down. The sight of her body in lingerie 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 the words could come out of my mouth, she sat on top of me, with her legs around my neck and noticed how she began to press her panties against my mouth and nose. I noted the humidity of her sex, smelled her previous orgasm while listening to her talk – Maybe you'll want to make me run and you've just started walking. But I didn't expect you to react this way, for you to have a submissive 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 of her sex sticking out From the panties made my cheeks tickle. Arched a little her body back, Mom grabbed with one hand my testicles. She didn't squeeze too hard, but she wrapped them without too much care, mixing again pain with pleasure. She moaned and with her strong and generous thighs, which held me captive, increased the rhythm. I don't know how long my mother rubbed against my face, nose, and lips. Suddenly she reached orgasm and I felt a new wave of moisture soaking her panties. Her taste and smell were the best I had ever experienced. Barely could breathe, but it didn't matter to me. My mother's two orgasms made her panties start to transparent and I could start seeing, in close-up, her hairy pussy. I realized that I had provoked my first orgasm from a woman. Never thought it would be like this with my own mother and indeed more than provoking it was my mother who took it away by rubbing against my face. But she seemed satisfied with her little boy. She released the prison of her thighs and lay down, kissing me again, not caring that my mouth was soaked in her own juices.
– It's your first orgasm I give you – said with a sweet and satisfied voice – you'll be Mom's best boy. You deserve a prize. Do you want to come in Mom's mouth? –
I couldn't believe it and barely could affirm. She went down my body and without thinking twice started licking my cock. She swallowed it, played with the glans, licked it up and down while playing with my testicles. It was the first blowjob I had ever received and it was magnificent. Suddenly, when I was again at the limit, 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 favor. Without help from her hands, she engulfed me and started a vertiginous blowjob. That mouth... Hot and wet was too much for me and I quickly felt an intense orgasm. Mom didn't slow down her pace and kept going until my penis started to lose a bit of 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 began to spread the semen all over my face while her fingers opened my mouth and forced me to savor 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 continue playing with my semen, her fingers and my mouth and face. – Relax, it's just a little semen. Don't make a face. – 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 the submissive of my mother, who would do with me what she wanted, whether I liked it or not. Instead of alarming me, this produced an intense happiness in me.
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 where she lived. It had been almost three years since I last saw her. My parents had separated when I was little, and my mother had left home to travel and explore the world. Since then we had only seen each other occasionally, exchanging postcards and annual phone calls. A couple of years ago she had settled in a small village and bought a house with the generous pension my father sent her.
My father had remarried a younger woman and was completely disconnected from me and my older sister. I, who had always been a good student, had stopped studying altogether, and... That's why my father called my mother, something almost unheard of, and they agreed that I would spend the summer with her in the village where she lived.
I had been looking forward to spending the summer with my friends, organizing beach trips and going after drunk tourists to sleep with. I wanted to enjoy the sea, the sun, and some woman, since at 18 years old, I was still a virgin and probably would remain so 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 a 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 forms. 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 A wide range of curves without being fat. She wore a light summer dress that still accentuated her figure. When I was already just a few meters away from her, I caught sight of her two enormous breasts, which were struggling to escape the neckline. The vision of those two large spheres imprisoned awakened something in me, something that I quickly discarded. I was too hard. I couldn't get myself erect: a 50-year-old woman and my mother! But during those moments, I could only look at her as a woman: her dark hair, that swaying way of walking... When I reached the front of her, I barely could think clearly. My mother hugged me tightly. 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.
-Hey Javi! You're getting older! - she said, stroking my hair. I had long, smooth, and unkempt hair. It had been at least three years since we'd seen each other. - Her voice was pleasant, soft, hypnotic... Won't you kiss your mother? she asked with a mischievous smile as she kissed 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. - she lied as she stroked my arm - Although I think you're not really looking forward to it. Look how many times you've repeated a course, Javi! You were always so smart!
-It was just a bad year. I'll definitely pass next year.
-Well, don't worry. I know this is punishment for you, but I think a season in the village will do you good. You'll see that life here is quiet and you'll have time to think. At home, all I need is your help and some company. I know we've drifted apart since your father and I separated, mainly because of my fault, but we can recover the lost time.
-Whatever you say, María - I said with disdain in my voice voice, as we started walking towards her house. -Relax – spoke with an unfamiliar voice – you won't get bored too much. And by the way, call me mom, not my given name, it feels strange to me. My mother's house was a typical village home. It was a large house, located at one of the town limits, two-story 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 making me feel guilty for not having visited her like my sister had. My sister, Alicia, who was 2 years older than me, had spent a season with her, but I, who in some way always felt abandoned by mom, had ignored her constant invitations. Now, however, I had no choice but to spend the summer, isolated in town, with her. (...) After a few days I realized that the worst thing would be boredom. My duties were to accompany mom 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 afternoons to take something at the social center of the village, which also served as a bar. There I met some of her friends, older women from different ages. Some of them maybe I'll talk about later if I continue telling this story. Boredom was the worst fuel for the small fire that my mother had against me, which increased with each passing day. I watched her while watching TV, lying down, wearing a fine nightgown that barely hid her body. Every time I could, I looked furtively at her pearl-like sweat-drenched cleavage, her sturdy thighs when she bent over, and her wide and rounded backside every time she passed by... Each time I could, I retreated to my room to jerk off thinking about my own mother. This produced mixed feelings in me. One side knew it was wrong, but the other couldn't control the desire that that woman awakened in me. A late afternoon, just a week after arriving in town, mom went out with her friends and left me 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! - I thought. I got up and went to the bathroom in search of some toilet paper. In the bathroom, in the laundry basket, there were several dirty underwear. That turned me on, it was my mother's intimate clothing, she had been in contact with her brown skin, 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 was I especially excited by underwear, but at that moment those bras, slips, inner shirts,... seemed the hottest thing to have happened to me in life. With one hand, I started picking them up and smelling them. The smell of my mom's women flooded my nostrils, intoxicating 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 dress in my room.
(...)
-Javi! Pervert! - It was the morning after my incident with mom's underwear, I was still sleeping when mom's shouts woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw her, wearing a robe with suspenders, showing off her generous ... scout, which reached my knees. When I realized what was in my hand, a wave of shame flooded over me and I started to stutter.
-I don't know what to say...
-You don't know what to say, pervert – one of the supporters threw at my face while waving a bunch of used underwear with my semen on it – look how you do that! With your own mother's panties! This deserves a good beating. Get up.
I got up. I was only wearing sleep pants. Mom sat down on the bed and told me to fall back onto her knees like a small child. I started to protest 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 down as she indicated. My mom was sitting on the bed and I, in my sleep pants, lying face down on her legs. Note my penis, under my sleep pants, resting against her thighs and I felt an enormous panic. If I had an erection she would notice and I didn't know how to react. Every time it was more conscious of that contact. She had rolled up her robe a bit and I felt the heat of those legs. When I feared blood would start flowing into my member, I noticed mom putting two fingers under my sleep 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 to life.
When I felt the erection pressing against me, I realized how hot it was. Barely could I think. Being almost naked and being punished like a small child produced shame in me, but that shame was terribly exciting and not only that, the punishment, the slaps with the palm of my hand on her buttocks were pressing and rubbing my penis against her thighs. They were sensations I had never felt before. Mom also realized and stopped hitting my butt. That scared me. What would she think of me! Her tone of voice, but it calmed me down.
-My boy – she said while stroking my neck and back with the same hand that had just hit me - Are you a virgin?
-I... I felt like crying from shame as she played with my hair. I pressed my face against the pillow.
-Calm down, you can trust me, dear.
-Yes. I am.
-Perfect, my boy! – She exclaimed and added in a soft, hoarse voice - Turn over. Let's see what you have here.
I obeyed as if I had no will of my own. Mom gently pushed me and lay down beside me. Before, she had only pulled down the back of my underwear and they were still covering, badly, my penis. This one, 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 – she whispered in my ear – 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.
-Do you want to screw your mother, pervert? – She continued in a sensual tone, but with a slightly more playful one.
-This... is... wrong – I said gasping – You're... my mother.
-Shhh – she replied while sliding down my underwear and my 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.
-Te lo repito, mi pollita virgen, ¿te gustaría follarte a tu mami?
-Sí, mamá, por favor – I felt the orgasm approaching, but suddenly... She stopped masturbating. With a finger, she was rubbing the base and shaft of my penis, which was causing me certain agony. I needed to come, I couldn't take it anymore.
-Okay. But you have to promise me that you'll do everything I say. That you'll listen to your dear mother in everything she says without complaining.
-I will... I'll do it – I said while she was fingering me with a single finger. It was driving me crazy. I didn't know what I was saying.
-Okay, but remember, if you don't do what I say, I'll tell everyone that your mother's underwear turns you on - She stopped her finger and started playing with my testicles. She was rubbing them, pinching the skin gently, running her nails over them, causing the best tickles of my life. I arched and groaned, scared and expectant – You have to be sincere, do you like my underwear? Do you want 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 screw me already. She noticed my hesitation. Quickly she got on top of me, straddling and kissed me. Her tongue entered my mouth, thirsty. I felt her weight on top of me, the pressure of her breasts against mine and the pressure of her legs against my cock. I could feel her fresh breath, her womanly aroma: sweat, shower gel, 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 took my hands and placed them on her breasts. She pulled away a bit more and whispered – Touch them, boy. – I, who until that moment had been rather paralyzed, started to press those two globos softly that had driven me crazy during 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 was making me more and more excited. All reserve and logic had disappeared from my mind. Stupidly due to my inexperience, I returned the kisses to my mother and my tongue searched for her mouth. She separated a little and took me by the hands again. This time she led them to the headboard of the bed, with one hand immobilizing both wrists. It was much stronger than I expected, probably much stronger than me. Her black hair, loose, fell on my chest.
- Do you like it if your mommy puts her panties on? - She continued in 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 also squeezed my hands tightly. The kiss lasted for some 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 Mommy's little tramp. The little virgin tramp of Mommy. - 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 brought me, even if it could be, to a new level of heat. I looked down. My penis struggled to get out of those white lace bras. My mother continued to caress my penis with her fingers above the underwear. - Say it - she said suddenly - say you're Mommy's little tramp.
- I'm Mommy's little tramp. - I repeated instantly. I was treating myself as a female, saying I was a tramp. It was absurd, but it didn't matter to me. Only my mother's voice and the sensations her fingers and bras were provoking mattered.
- Very well, my girl. From now on your little virgin is only mine. Only I can say When I come. From now on, everything is mine. Repeat after me. – She said the last word with an authoritarian tone.
-My little virgin cock is yours. Only you will decide when I come. – Every time she noticed that I was reaching my limit, she would stop and slow down her caresses. She'd take me to the edge without letting me orgasm. – You're mine.
-Swear it
-I swear. You're mine.
-You're a slut. A slut who loves dressing up as 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 like someone else was saying the words. – I'm your 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 to me, but that was what I wanted, something that came from within me, so hidden that I didn't even know it was there. At that moment, I just wanted to be my mom'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, with her knees bent. 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 mom, who had made an incredible masturbation session. Plus, that feeling of vulnerability, shame, humiliation... My semen soaked all the panties. I looked into mom's dark eyes. She returned my gaze, hers full of mischief, vice, and cruelty. I was too dazed from the orgasm to notice her gaze. If not, I would have left that house immediately.
(...) Nothing had undone me. I was like catatonic. I looked at myself for a few seconds and her voice brought me back to reality.
-Unless you've caught feelings, I'd like you to leave the underwear in the dirty laundry basket - she said with a mocking tone. - Take a few minutes and when you're recovered and ready, I'll be waiting for you in the dining room.
I still couldn't believe what had just happened. It was as if it were the memory of a movie. When Mom left the room, I took off my underwear. They were dirty and sticky. I wiped my penis with a clean piece that was still clean. I threw them away and stayed there for a short time, naked and silent, sitting on the bed. I got up and put on some short pants and a t-shirt. I went to the bathroom, pee, washed myself, and put my head under the faucet. Everything I had done was like a zombie, without thinking about anything. The cold water made me finally aware of what had happened in that room. My mother had made me masturbate. Not only that, she had tied me up, put her underwear on me, and treated me like a slut, a virgin girl, and had claimed some ownership over me. I went to the dining room feeling sure of myself. That shouldn't happen again. I would ask her to tell my father that I should go back 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 discourse fell apart when I entered the dining room. She was sitting there. Wearing that bathrobe with ties that hadn't been removed at any moment while she was masturbating, she looked spectacular. I was aware of those breasts that were struggling to get out and which I had already had a brief first contact with. I wanted more, I wanted to see them, want to touch them, kiss them, suck them like a child or a slut... Her knees promised strong and molded legs from the long walks around town. I thought about how He'll feel with my head jammed between them, ... I was stronger than my instincts and, looking away from his body while I sat down, said: -I'm sorry mom, I don't know what happened to me. What I did is wrong, I think... -I spoke quickly, stammering, trying to sound convinced. -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. In her hand was my mobile phone and the video player was 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 my voice could be heard perfectly.I'm a slut and I love wearing thongs.That thing hit me. I didn't even try to take away its phone. It was real. What I had done and said just a few minutes earlier seemed like a dream, like a memory that wasn't mine. Seeing myself like that, with my underwear on and so excited, made it feel totally real. I couldn't escape it.
-You see I've stayed 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 sexual slave, for understanding.
-It 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...
-No, you won't be able. What we've done is something we both did -I said suddenly and standing up.- As bad as what I've done as what you've done, but worse. Give me your phone, delete the video and I'll leave for my house today.
-Mama's still sitting there, calm as if it wasn't happening to her.
-You'll see, dear -it continued in a calm voice.- When your father sent you 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 stopped for an instant, thinking.- You know there are many things you don't know about me or my relationship with your father, or what I've been doing these years. I won't tell you now. Just know that you'll do everything I say.
-Don't be stupid and give me the phone -I said.
-She gave it to me without flinching.
-It's useless. I already have a copy on mine, and not just that, also a copy of your contacts -she looked at me without understanding.- You see, dear, your father sent my number PIN and passwords while you were sleeping, and while you were asleep, I've been collecting some information. He was worried about you getting drugged or something like that. The truth is that he didn't expect everything to happen so quickly, but...
-I don't understand -I said, confused.
-It doesn't matter if you understand. The only thing 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 with everything. If not... disobeys or tries to do anything silly like taking away my phone, I have a copy of the video and your contacts on the Internet, I'll send our little video to all your friends.
- Why?
- Don't worry about that. If you're unsure, think about 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 dating a older guy and I was just a friend to her, her best friend. It was clear that my mother had been reading my messages. At that moment, I felt defenseless, useless, with no way out. I imagined Julia's face, the rest of my friends didn't matter to me, laughing at me, calling me sick,…
- You just have to worry about pleasing me. It won't be too hard, I just want what you've promised, 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 clothes. Again 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 me.
- From now on, you'll call me señora and treat me with the respect due to me - she said while playing with my cock, giving it little taps with her fingers.
- Yes, señora.
- Get down on your knees in front of the sofa, with your legs open and your hands behind your back. He started playing with my penis and her foot. She lifted her skirt a little and I saw her old underwear. It was the color of meat. Old underwear, like people called it. That flash excited me and when my mother squeezed my glans with two toes, I moaned softly.
-You're a promiscuous slut. - she said laughing. - You've seen my old underwear and you've got hard. You must be imagining my pussy. It's hairy, unshaven. A good bush. I hope you like spitting hair, Promiscuous. - She lifted her other foot and started a slow self-masturbation with her feet. Now that I was paying attention, they were beautiful feet.
-Do you want to see my pussy? - she asked.
-Yes, ma'am, I'd like to see it. - I replied quickly. Yes, I wanted to see a pussy, it didn't matter if it was my own mother's, 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 to do more than just see it, but rather fuck it. Of course, my slut is still a virgin. - she laughed, mocked. 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 letting me fuck you.
-Please, ma'am - 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. - As she said it, she was under my body and grabbed my testicles. She wasn't squeezing too hard, but I felt a slight pain. I made a move to move my hands but she was faster. With her other hand, she slapped me across the face. The slap didn't hurt too much, but at that moment I realized I was at her mercy. I had already been hit 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 to jerk me off with force. Despite my excitement, I had come recently and although her ... The touch was terribly pleasant; it didn't have me on the edge like before. My eyes fell on her cleavage. In that position she 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 masturbation.
-My virgin boy, have you never seen breasts so close up? - My mother continued to treat me both in masculine and feminine terms. This still made the game better.
-No, ma'am
-Yes, if you behave well, I'll let you see them later. Will you behave well for Mommy? - She said, talking to me as if I were a small child.
-Yes, ma'am
-For now, you can call me Mommy. Get up. - I got up. She released my testicles but not my penis.
-Do you want to go play with Mommy in her room?
-Yes, Mommy. - We went then - She said, taking me by the 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 tools. She released my penis, sat me on the bed, and gave me a kiss on the cheek - Wait here, sweetie.
-She left the room. Barely seconds later she returned with several pieces of lingerie.
-These are Alicia's; you're slender like 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 bit my tongue.
-Get up, put these on. - She said, handing me some cream-colored lace panties. I put them on - You look stunning! - I was still hard and while I said this she was playing with my cock above the panties - Your little virgin's cock loves it. - She gave me another kiss on the cheek, slow and wet. - Let's get you looking pretty.
-She sat me in front of the mirror. She picked up a comb and started to brush my hair. She untangled it without mercy. I complained - Quiet, behave well, don't... You'll want me to eat - She kept going. Sometimes she'd spray my hair with a pulverizer 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 underwear – you'll be gorgeous – she'd whisper. 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, but this was just as 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. Worth any humiliation for just one of her caresses – 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 stockings up to my thigh. She finished styling my hair and looked at me in the big mirror.
-Open your eyes – I opened them. I was wearing a cream-colored lingerie set, the underwear I'd already seen, and a matching bra. They were lace, although somewhat innocent. More beautiful than sexy. The stockings made my legs seem silky like those of a young girl. It was impossible for me to fill out the bra, but my sister had little breasts and it wasn't noticeable. My hairstyle, with two ponytails that fell over my shoulders, and soft makeup gave me a womanly air. Yes, I was a man, but certainly my mother did an excellent job. She was behind me and I could see her hugging me and starting to nibble on my ear. With one hand she caressed my chest and with the other she gently stroked my penis above the underwear.
-You're a lovely virgin slut. I think I'll take some more photos and videos. Do you like that? – Yes – At that moment, seeing myself in that way while feeling my mother's caresses had me entering that trance again. Only what I felt mattered, what that woman made me feel. humbling myself on one side while she touched 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 holding my phone. She started taking pictures of me in various positions, suggesting them to me, correcting me, and continuing her comments about her little virgin slut, her slutty one, her slut. -You're a slut, it seems you were born for this – Get down on your knees and spread them apart, take off your underwear and get excited, foxy – She said – I'm going to make a video of you. – She started recording – Tell me your name and age. – I told her 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 crying for your own mother, sick. -Yes – I kept masturbating at a good pace. -Do you want to fuck your mother and that's why you've dressed like this? You're a pervert and a sicko. You'd let her do anything to you just because she makes you masturbate, right? -Yes – I'm a virgin slut who begs my own mother to screw me. – The 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 out a dildo from 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 cocky foxy – Probably this has been the worst blow job to a sex toy in history, because I had never even fantasized about something like that, but I put all my effort into it, as if that device were part of her. – Begging her to screw your ass foxy. – Screw my ass mommy, 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 phone. – Stop – she ordered. – You're the best submissive I could have ever found. My mother picked me up and started kissing me passionately. Her kisses were like she wanted to Claim me. For the first time I dared to touch her and put, almost with reverence, my hands on her buttocks.
-Quieto – she said with a smile. She took my hand and threw me onto the bed. She pulled out of the same drawer as the vibrator a red silk ribbon. I removed my bra, passing her hand over my chest and pinching me, gently squeezing one nipple. I could only whimper weakly. – Give me your hands – I obeyed. She tied my wrists together in front of me, then tied me to the bedhead. Once she finished, she stood in front of me and with a mischievous smile said – You've earned it – She pulled her robe off over her head. At that moment, any doubt I might have had disappeared. You can see my mother's body, almost completely 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 tightly together. She came closer and sat on top of me, resting her knees on both sides of the bed. With one hand, she caressed my penis through the panties again while bringing her mouth close to mine and rewarding me with 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. She lowered herself further and stayed on one of my nipples, biting and sucking it. With the other hand, she pinched and played with my other nipple while I stammered. She alternated her mouth between the two nipples. This went on for a few minutes that seemed like an eternity. She kept licking and kissing my belly and navel until she reached my cock. It was still pressing against the panties, showing off the enormous bulge of my erection. If I removed them, my mother started kissing me through them. She licked following the shaft and her saliva quickly soaked the underwear. I noticed that humidity on the screen. Suddenly she put the package where my gland was in her mouth and I arched back searching for that hot and humid cavity. Again I had him 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 make sure you won't like it. Is that clear? -She used her authoritative tone again.
-Yes ma'am.
-I responded once she had taken off my socks, she put them aside and started pulling down my underwear. She didn't bother to take them all the way off and left them at ankle height. She sat on top of me, with her panties pressing my penis. She started moving smoothly, as if she were fucking me. I was still tied up to the headboard. It was frustrating to see that body move over me without being able to touch it. I wanted to squeeze those tits, I wanted to grab that ass, I wanted to undress my mother and see her hairy pussy that she had promised me. She, insensitive to my pleading gaze, brought her hands to my mouth and put her fingers in it. It was like she was 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 fox. Do you like being spat on?
-Yes -I answered when I freed my mouth from her fingers.
-I kept my mouth open as if begging for more saliva. She spat at me again, but this time some 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 by rubbing against her pussy, still in clothes. interior, against my penis. She increased and decreased the rhythm according to my reactions. When she saw I was close or that my breathing became more labored, she would 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 increasing excitement.
When we had been like that for a bit, Mom got up. She picked up the same vibrator I had sucked in front of the camera from the floor. I could see a damp stain on her underwear. 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 underwear. 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 laugh. It was a cruel and mocking laugh. – Relax, slutty. You'll have time to eat as many cocks as 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 that, but I didn't like men. – Relax, it's a joke – she said while removing the vibrator from my mouth, moving her underwear aside and inserting it. From my position, I could only see my mother moving her underwear, revealing a thick dark pubic hair. I heard her turn on the vibrator but couldn't see it anymore, it was completely inside her. All I could see was my mother writhing beside me, moving the hand holding the vibrator while moaning. Suddenly she rested one of her legs on top of me, with her knee pressed against my penis and stomach. In this position, using her own masturbation movements, she started a slow up-and-down motion with her leg. She moved and arched while continuing to whisper – We'll have a great time, I'll turn you into Mom's toy, her plaything,… - Suddenly she increased the vibrator's speed, 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 sat up after a few moments of rest while recovering her breathing. She untied me from the headboard, but still had my hands tied. With a movement, she demonstrated her strength again and put me on my knees, with my head pressed against the bed and my legs apart. I noticed she was spitting, this time onto the crack of my ass and passing two fingers over my anus. I moaned and went to protest – Mom, please, not there,…- She reacted with violence, which I hadn't seen before, and with the same hand grabbed both my nipples and pulled hard on them. My whole body arched and I let out a pitiful cry. – shhh, don't forget that I'm in charge here and can do whatever I want to you. – Without stopping pulling my hair, she gave me several strong slaps on the buttocks, much more than she had given me that same morning. – With force, she turned me around again and let me fall back down. The sight of her body in lingerie 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 the words could come out of my mouth, she sat on top of me, with her legs around my neck and noticed how she began to press her panties against my mouth and nose. I noted the humidity of her sex, smelled her previous orgasm while listening to her talk – Maybe you'll want to make me run and you've just started walking. But I didn't expect you to react this way, for you to have a submissive 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 of her sex sticking out From the panties made my cheeks tickle. Arched a little her body back, Mom grabbed with one hand my testicles. She didn't squeeze too hard, but she wrapped them without too much care, mixing again pain with pleasure. She moaned and with her strong and generous thighs, which held me captive, increased the rhythm. I don't know how long my mother rubbed against my face, nose, and lips. Suddenly she reached orgasm and I felt a new wave of moisture soaking her panties. Her taste and smell were the best I had ever experienced. Barely could breathe, but it didn't matter to me. My mother's two orgasms made her panties start to transparent and I could start seeing, in close-up, her hairy pussy. I realized that I had provoked my first orgasm from a woman. Never thought it would be like this with my own mother and indeed more than provoking it was my mother who took it away by rubbing against my face. But she seemed satisfied with her little boy. She released the prison of her thighs and lay down, kissing me again, not caring that my mouth was soaked in her own juices.
– It's your first orgasm I give you – said with a sweet and satisfied voice – you'll be Mom's best boy. You deserve a prize. Do you want to come in Mom's mouth? –
I couldn't believe it and barely could affirm. She went down my body and without thinking twice started licking my cock. She swallowed it, played with the glans, licked it up and down while playing with my testicles. It was the first blowjob I had ever received and it was magnificent. Suddenly, when I was again at the limit, 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 favor. Without help from her hands, she engulfed me and started a vertiginous blowjob. That mouth... Hot and wet was too much for me and I quickly felt an intense orgasm. Mom didn't slow down her pace and kept going until my penis started to lose a bit of 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 began to spread the semen all over my face while her fingers opened my mouth and forced me to savor 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 continue playing with my semen, her fingers and my mouth and face. – Relax, it's just a little semen. Don't make a face. – 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 the submissive of my mother, who would do with me what she wanted, whether I liked it or not. Instead of alarming me, this produced an intense happiness in me.
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