Continues from "GAMBLE" by Scorpio.
"You still want me?" I breathed.
"More than ever Mom." He smiled, "I love you as my mother, I love even more now
that I have seen how much you love me, seen what lengths you would go to protect
me! And I love you as a woman, a beautiful woman. If you'd let me I'd like to
try to help you keep this hunger, as you call it, under control."
"Bob," I whispered, "Could you cope with the perverted things I will no doubt
ask you to do to me? Could you still love me then?"
"Perverted things?" He mused, "Like tying you up? Like beating you? Like fucking
you so hard you faint?"
"Yes," I sighed sorrowfully, "and worse, like treating me like shit, like a slut
slave?"
"Oh shit!" He groaned, "You would want that? Truly?"
"I think so." I replied lowering my head in shame at his expression of shock.
"Mom," he suddenly laughed, then said firmly, "go to your room, strip off
everything .Put on your sexiest garter belt and stockings then slip on a pair of
highest heels you owned. Oh...Mom, and don't forget to bring me your dog collar
and leash then get back here pronto and assume the position in front of me ...
bitch!"
Even before he had finished speaking I was groaning in climax. As soon as I felt
that my legs would support me I rushed to my room. With eager fingers I threw
off all my clothes, put on a lacy white garter belt and pair of sheer black
stockings and the six-inch stiletto heels. I grab the dog collar and dog leash
on me way out. As I rushed back to my son as fast as I could on such high heels
and I felt another climax washed over me. When I got back to the living room I
found my son sitting naked on the couch, his enormous prick was reaching towards
his chest in erection. Without hesitation I approached the couch and dropped to
my knees in front of my son and humbly offered my collar and dog leash to him.
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A Mother's Gamble
Chapter One: The initiation of a Sex Slave Mommy
I kneed meekly in front of my 15-year-old son with hands behind my back in a
submissive posture. I was visibly trembling with nervous anticipation. Bob
looked down at my scantily clad sexy body with both love and lust in his eyes.
"Mom, you were a vision when you walked up to me, so graceful yet sinfully
erotic, a sex goddess and a sluttish whore roll into one! I just love you in
this outfit. I think from now on you're going to dress like this or in a sexy
French maid uniform without the underwear, otherwise you'll be totally naked
while in the house. We will get you a whole new sexy wardrobe and I'll pick and
choose everything you wear from now on! And by the way, Mother, I don't want you
to wear any underwear when we go out anymore! I would find you infinitely more
alluring when I knew that you're totally naked under you clothes in public
places." Bob declared firmly.
"Whatever you say Bob." I agreed readily with elation and felt my cunt getting
moist.
Bob picked up my dog collar then looked directly into my blue eyes intensely and
said solemnly.
"Mom, is this really what you want? There is no going back once I put this
around your neck."
"Oh yes! I want to be your slut slave more than anything in in the world, my
daring son!" I said tremblingly with raw emotion.
I even felt a little dampness in my eyes. I knew this was the defining moment
for both of us-mother and son. Life will never be the same from now on, only
better! Just after my son tightened the dog collar around my neck and attached
the dog leash to it, I was over come by a particular strong orgasm. I screamed
out loud and my whole body was shaking by uncontrollable spasms. Profuse amount
of cunt juices was sprouting out of my vagina and running down my shapely inner
thighs. Even after my orgasm subsided for a while, my vaginal entrance was still
filled with creamy juices slowly trickling out continuously down my inner
thighs. Large pearly drops of my cum cream were dripping off the ends of my
totally matted and pussy juice soaked blonde pubic hairs.
"Wow, mother, I see that you really love to be collared and dog leashed, like a
doggy bitch don't you?" Bob asked me while looked down on my cum dripping pussy.
My face turned beet-red, and I bowed my head in deep shame. The amazement in my
young son's voice made me even more embarrassed for cumming like a bitch in
heat. But deep down in my heart, I knew this was to be my destiny-to serve my
own fitteen-year-old son, to be his sex slave.
"Lift you head Mom, I want to see how you look with the dog collar!" Bob pulled
on my dog leash and commanded,
I complied immediately. After a lengthy inspection from different angles, Bob
pronounced his assessments.
"Mother, the dog collar is very becoming on you. You have a long and graceful
neck; it's made to wear a dog collar. Mom, from this moment on, I proclaim that
you're my sex slave! I'm you're master, and I own you now!" After a poignant
pause, Bob stated,
"As your master, I command you to wear a dog collar at all times! I'll have to
replace this old leather dog collar with a new one that could go under a shower
so there will be no need for you ever to take it off. I think it would be a
little wider, and of course a much more fashionable and stylish than this one.
Yes, a custom-design one that's made out of dazzling silvery platinum. It could
be closed with a lock, and fashion to resemble a choker so that when we go out,
you won't attract too much outraged and unwarranted attentions. I might as well
get you a dog tag to go with the new dog collar. On second thought, not quite a
dog tag, but something refined for a beautiful classy slut like you Mom. Yes, a
gold pendant in the shape of a dog tag to hang from the front of the dog collar
and down to the lovely hollow of your slender neck, mom." Bob declared with
satisfaction.
While Bob was talking, I got more and more excited and turned on, and more cunt
juice was leaking out of my pussy.
"I'll engrave your name on one side of the pendant and my name on the other
side. Wait, to be more specific, since the pendant symbolizes a dog tag and will
be hanging from your dog collar, mother don't you think it would be more
appropriate to add in smaller letters, the words: 'pet's name' in front of your
name and 'owner's name' in front of mine?" Without waiting for a confirmation
answer from me, Bob jokingly added,
"Hey, I might even want to have our phone number put on your dog tag in case you
got lost!" Bob laughed at his own humor and then said seriously,
"I only wish it's possible for me to take you to a public place like the mall or
a restaurant on a dog leash, Mother, so that everybody will know that you're me
pet, my sex slave!" Bob pulled on my dog leash slightly as if to lead me to
somewhere public.
I knew all this talk of gold pendant and custom-designed dog-collar made out of
platinum was just all part of my son's pretenses, where were we going to get the
money anyway? However, the inscriptions that my son wanted to engraved onto the
new pendant that I'll wear dangling from my brand new sparkling dog collar will
leave no doubt on anyone's mind after they read it, that my young son was my
master, my owner. If there were no grave consequences, I too wish my son could
parade me in public places by leading me on a leash attached to my dog collar
thus proclaiming his ownership of me to the whole world! The very thought that
my young son intended to turn his own mother at least symbolically into his pet
dog put me over the edge! Before Bob even finished what he was saying, I
screamed out in rapture and ecstasy as waves of orgasms hit my extreme
emotionally stimulated body. Large amount of sticky aromatic feminine cum juices
were oozing out of my pussy.
"Oh, my God, yes, yessss. . . " I cried out in the throttle of orgasmic high.
"Mom, you just cum like a sluttish whore! I see that you loved my ideas about
your dog tag . Now, look me in the eyes, mother." Bob commanded while pulling on
my dog leash with a strong tug to bring my head up.
I looked at my son worshipfully with both motherly love and lust.
"Mom, you're my sex slave! You belong to me, and I own your lovely sexy body!
So, from now on I want you to address me as your master." Bob stated vehemently.
I was shaking uncontrollably once again by multiple orgasm. My crotch area was
soaking wet with pussy juices as more and more of my feminine cum juices
secreted from my inner most vaginal walls. Just like me, the experience with the
gang has changed my son from a sweet boy to a strong boy-man, my man! I believed
his was a latent dominant and he wanted to dominate his own mother! Oh yes, I
wanted to submit and owned by my 15-year-old son too! My heart was bursting with
joy. I looked up at my handsome son with submissive blue eyes and answered him
eagerly and respectfully.
"Yes, my master, I'm you're sex slave, you're my owner. You own me, body and
soul. I'll call you 'my master' every time I address you, my darling son, my
master." I declared proudly.
"Mom, you're also my pet now, my very own doggy bitch aren't you my dear
mother?" Bob asked possessively while tugging on my dog leash strongly as if to
stress the point and to demonstrate that I was indeed a collared and leashed
doggy, and he, the owner of the doggy.
"Yes my master, I'm your pet, you're my owner. I'm your doggy bitch slut from
this moment on. You can do whatever you want to me and whatever you want with
me." I declared whole heartily and a surge of joy tingling throughout my body.
"Anything I want, Mom?" Bob arched his eyebrow and asked me in a teasing voice.
"Of course, my master! I'm yours to command. You can tie my up and beat me till
I bleed. You can make me into prostitute or even sell me if you really wanted
to!"
I kneed in front of my son with head bowed low and answered in a soft voice like
any other true submissive slave girl of bygone era. Not that I wanted to be sold
or even become a prostitute, but it sounded so good and humble, like a truly
devoted slave would say. However, the beating and bleeding part was all true. I
have this strong desire to be tied up and beaten, I even craved pain now! I
didn't know this was resulting from the experience I have just gone through in
addition to the mind alternating drugs, or may be this masochist trait and
submissive personality was always there laid dormant within me, just waiting to
be brought out in the open. It must have been providence, and I was so grateful
to the fact that it was my own beloved son who made it all happen!
"Mother, you belong to me and no one else, you are mine forever! Understood Mom.
Well, may be I will sell you when you're old and ugly. . . Just kidding my
darling Mom, you'll always be beautiful to me! You have turned into such a
slutty bitch, you probably really want you own son to be your pimp, aren't you
Mom?"
I was shaking my head from side to side emphatically in repudiation.
"Honey, I don't want to have sex with other men. I only want you, my son, my
master." And to emphasize my point I added, "Only you satisfy me completely my
love, you're better than Don and his gang combined, my master!"
Addressing my own son as my master came so natural to me, it just seemed I was
born to be his slave! And every time I said the words 'my master' to my son, I
felt a tingling thrill down my spine!
"That's reassuring mother, however you have such strong sex drive now, I'm
afraid you may not be able to help yourself. Just to be on the save side, I will
just have to think of something to prevent you from going astray short of
locking you up and throw away the keys!"
Before I tried to say something in defense of my fidelity and loyalty to him in
spite of my wantonness and sluttish behavior, Bob continued.
"Mom, I love you very very much, especially after what you went through for me
with Don and his gang. I could never repaid you enough for what you did, but I
promise you I'll try my very best to make you happy. I'm going to take real good
care of you for the rest of our lives." Bob promised me earnestly.
Even though I was so overwhelmed with emotion and love for my beloved son, and
tears of joy were brimming over my eyes and falling down my cheeks, I couldn't
help but concerned that my son would treat me too gently in the future. That was
not what I wanted at all, I wanted to be treated like shit-yes, beaten like a
slut slave!
"I love you too sweetheart, with all my heart. I hope that doesn't meant you
don't want to beat you slave mother up anymore, my son, my master?" I asked in a
worried tone. Bob laughed out loud and said,
"Mother, I do believe you are not only a slut but also become a perverted pain
slave now! Oh yes, you're going to get what you asked for! I'll enjoy immensely
whipping your luscious creamy soft asscheeks, shapely white thighs and smooth
backside, or even your large but deliciously squeezable firm breasts and your
succulent pussy lips with a whip or a cane until they're crisp cross with whip
marks and pink welts. How would you like that Mom?" Bob asked me sardonically
with a wicked grin on his angelic face.
I couldn't wait any longer; I needed my son to beat me up harshly. My perverted
mind and body desired pain and torture now!
"Oh God! Yes, my son, my master, please whip your slave mother now!" I implored
my son urgently.
"Patience Mother! Patience, it will all be in good time. I still have lots of
things to tell you. Mom, you were a loving but a very strict parent, now our
role has been reversed and I'll be equally if not more strict with you, my sweet
gorgeous mother, my sex slave! Even though I love you very much, I'll be a
strong disciplinarian, and you'll be punished no matter you deserved or not. It
will be entirely depended on my whim. I want you to know that although I'll beat
you often and sometimes quite severely, I think just the way you like it,
however, I'll never cause any permanent damage to your body. Furthermore, I'll
never go beyond your pain tolerance! Mother, you're my property, my sex toy. I
own your voluptuous sexy body from the top of your blonde head to the bottom of
your pretty little feet. So you see, my darling Mom, there's not a chance that I
would dare risk even a little scaring on your perfect alabaster silky smooth
skin! However, I do think your luscious creamy derriere will be even sexier and
more adorable when turn all pink and red after a thoroughly spanking! Yes, I
would like to keep your creamy asscheeks in a constant state of rosy-red color.
Well, mother, how would you like to be spanked by your own son every day from
now on?" Bob was grinning wickedly at me.
"Oh yes, my son, please spank you're slave mother now. Pretty please, my
master." I was pleading with my son to spank me with puppy dog eyes. My
breathing becoming a bit more labored and my senses were heightened with
anticipation.
I knew my son was tormenting me with promises of beating and spanking on
purpose, he had seen that I was in a constant state of sexual arousal. But I was
so desperate in need of a genuine physically induced orgasm. I only hoped my son
would take pity on me by punishing and hurting me!
"Later Mom, but don't worry, before the day's out I promise your unblemished
lily white ass will become furiously red with half a dozen or more whip marks
that will turn into painful welts and lacerations, so that you won't be able to
sit on your ass for days! Right now, Mom I'm more interest in your soft, and oh
so squeezable creamy breasts. "
My whole body quivering and tingling with delight when I heard my son was going
to whip my ass later. I leaned my chest forward proudly for my son's appraisal.
I had to admit that my 36 D-cup breasts were one of my best features. Each tit
of my creamy white mounds was caped with a large hard dusky-pink nipple surround
by a sliver dollar size puffy delicately hued, pink-colored aureole. In spite of
their sizes, my breasts were quite firm and thrust way out from my chest without
a hint of sagging!
I shivered pleasurably the minute my son cupped my sensitive breasts in both of
his hands. My large breasts were generously overflowing in his hands. At first
Bob was just caressing my creamy soft breasts tenderly, he massaged and kneaded
them softly. It felt so good I started to moan and groan with desire. Then Bob
started to squeeze my firm globes gently at first, slowly but surely Bob
increased the strength and squeezing my tender mounds harder and harder. The
soft pliant fleshy tissues of my breasts were squashed like sponges almost to
the point of being ruptured, and I realized that both of my flawless creamy
breasts would be bruised for days. I cried out with pain and pleasure as my body
rocked by non-stop orgasms. Bob released one of my breasts, and use both of his
hands to encircle the base of the other breast and started to constrict and
tighten his grip more and more. The encircled breast seemed to inflate into a
small reddish balloon in grave danger of being burst into million pieces
anytime! My erect pinkish enlarged blood-fill nipple popped up from the top of
my tormented breast like a sore thumb! Blood circulation to the breast was
drastically reduced and my poor breast mound and my large and elongated nipple
turned from deep red to purplish color. The breast started to go tingly and numb
but my son continued to torture my breast this way until I squealed out and my
body was convulsing by waves of orgasm induced by the sharp needle-like stabbing
pain in my breast.
"More please, my master." I begged audaciously, I was insatiable, I wanted my
son to squeeze and hurt this breast even more, and tit torture for my other
breast too. Yes, I craved more pain!
"Enough for your breasts now mother, next time I'll use ropes to bind both of
your breasts tightly, and you will suffer more and a lot longer too. I might
even hang you up by your breasts! And if that's not enough pain for you, Mom, my
pain slut slave, I could even stick needles deep into your breasts and make pin
cushions out of them. Right now, let's focus on your delectable pink nipples. I
have great plans for these pair of perky little darlings, and I think you'll
love them too, Mom." Bob promised.
With thumb and forefinger of each hand Bob griped each of my erect pink nipples
and pinched them real hard. I cried out with pain and pleasure; my cunt leaked
out more juices of my climax. When my son started to squeeze and crush my
blood-fill rock hard nipples to the point of almost flatten them, I screamed out
loudly in more pain and pleasure. I only got a momentary reprieve when Bob
relaxed his grip on my abused nipples, but almost immediately Bob started to
pull hard on my painfully tender nipples. My elongated pink erect nipples
stretch longer and longer to an impossible length, almost to the point that I
felt my poor nipples were about to be ripped from my breasts by the roots. The
excruciating pain was almost to the point of unbearable when suddenly Bob
released them. My poor torturous nipples became half an inch long blood engorged
erect nodules after snapped back on top of my undulating breasts. My eyes were
brimming with tears and I shrieked in pain and pleasure; I lost count the
numbers of orgasm I experienced, and it almost seemed that my pussy juices were
pouring out of my vaginal opening by the gallon.
My loving son has turned into a very strict disciplinarian just like he said he
would; he was fast becoming a real sadist, and I loved it!
"Mom, just as you elegant long neck is made for a dog collar; the size and
length of your nipples are perfect for piercing and rings! A couple of gold
rings in each of your nipples will be perfect compliment for your dog collar and
dog leash. They are symbols of your enslavement." Bob commented while stroking
my throbbing tender enlarged nipples as if to soothe the pain from over
stretching.
"You want to pierce my nipples, my master?" I asked in amazement.
I was really surprised that my son wanted to pierce and ring my nipples.
However, I didn't feel any revulsion or distaste to be pierced and ringed,
instead I wondered how my nipples would look pierced and sporting gold rings.
Where did he get such ideas? I felt a weird sensation shivering down my spine
followed by spasms that were centered on my loins resulting in a strong orgasm.
"Not just your nipples Mom, I want to pierce and ring your pussy lips too." Bob
said calmly then casually reach between my soaking wet thighs.
"Oh my God, It's like a lake down here!" Bob exclaimed.
I was so embarrassed it seemed my entire body was flushing with color. When Bob
started to caresses my puffy outer pussy lips, my groin began to undulate and
spill out more juices from my vaginal opening right onto my son's hand. In the
midst of my orgasms, I had totally overlooked that my teenaged son just told me
that he wanted to pierce and ring his own mother's pussy.
"Wow, you're such a slutty bitch Mom! I see that you not only cum in a drop of
the hat but also cum in buckets too."
Bob brought his cum covered hand by his nose; after he took a deep breath to
take in the heady aroma into his nostrils, he began to lick his hand clean of my
pussy juice.
"Not only smells divine but taste delicious too! Nectar for the Gods." Bob
praised.
I was both embarrassed and proud at the same time that my son found my vaginal
secretions so appetizing. Bob stuck at first two fingers and then added another
into my dripping vaginal tunnel and scooped out a generous amount of my cunt
cream. He brought his Cum laden fingers over his wide open mouth and let my
aromatic feminine juices dripped down his throat. Once the juice was gone, he
scooped out more from the source. After a few more times of this back and forth
actions, temperately satisfied, he smacked his lips in appreciation.
"Mmm. . . Mmmm. . . Good! Here Mom, have a taste of your own yummy pussy juice."
Bob scooped out more juice from my vagina and let it dripped into my mouth. Oh
yes, it's really was quite delicious no wonder my son loved it so much.
"Thank you my master." After I licked his fingers clean, I thanked my son for
feeding me my own scrumptious pussy cream.
Watching my own son drinking my pussy juices and the sweet aromatic taste of my
own cunt juice in my mouth really turned me on. The stimulation of his fingers
in my sensitive vaginal tunnel put me in a state of constant excitation. My
pussy kept producing more and more juices. At first it was just a trickle and
quickly turned into a steady stream pouring out of my vaginal opening.
When Bob noticed the mass I was making, he quickly stuck his whole face between
my thighs. He practically glued his mouth onto my pussy opening and started
sucking and swallowing. I saw the way his throat worked, and I knew his must
have ingesting a great quantities of my pussy juices! But more juices my son
sucked out from my cunt, the more juices were being produced deep inside my
vaginal cavities. It's like an unrelenting circle. Finally my son had his fill
and couldn't gulp down any more; he lifted his cunt juice covered face with a
sight of relief. He snatched his discarded brief from the couch; first he mopped
his face clean of my juices and then dried my groin area and my drenched thighs
of pussy juices as much as possible. By the time he's done, his cotton
under-pants was quite damp, and then he wedged it completely inside my vaginal
entrance.
"This will do for now to block the flow of your juices. Hopefully the carpet is
not ruined." Bob said with a smirk while looking down between my thighs.
I was embarrassed and my face turned red when I saw there was a small puddle of
my pussy juice right underneath my previously dripping cunt surrounded by a
large circular area of soaking wet carpet.
"Mom, you're a one-woman pussy juice production factory! It must have been the
side effects of the drugs Don and Cherrie gave you. But what an unexpected good
fortune though, and I hate to see a single drop of your mouth-watering pussy
juice go to waste. I must think of some way to capture and save this most
precious liquid. I might just want to drink your pussy juices for breakfast,
lunch and dinner!" Bob declared judiciously while licking his lips with his
tongue as if still savoring my delicious pussy juices.
Yes, it must have been the drugs, my son thought so too. I believed that the
drugs must have somehow heightens the perception of pleasure in brain and lower
my orgasmic threshold permanently! I didn't know it's a blessing or a curse!
"Where were we, oh yes, I want to pierce both your inner and outer pussy lips."
Bob declared.
My son grabbed hold of both sides of my puffy pink outer pussy lips with his
fingers. He was lifting, pulling and stretching my nether lips as if to test
their resiliency. Then he was doing the same thing to my thinner and pinker
inner pussy lips. During all this time while my son was manipulating my most
feminine private parts, I was in a constant state of arousal, more cunt juice
dripped into my son's underpants.
"Mom, you have very meaty outer pussy lips, I want to pierce and insert at least
three rings on each side so that I can pull your pussy open by the rings.
However, your inner pussy lips are little thin, and I don't want to cause any
damage to such pretty delicate lips. I might just put one or two small rings,
may be a couple of diamond studs in them so your inner lips will look ever more
luscious."
Bob grasped a handful of my cunt juice matted soft blonde pubic hair and pulling
really hard as if trying to yank them all out by the roots. I cried out in great
pain.
"Mother, I hate to shave all of your lovely blonde pussy hairs off, but it has
to go. I want a smooth and bald pussy to show off the rings. Mom, I bet you will
look every younger and more beautiful with pigtails and a hairless pussy! you
like what I planed for your pussy Mom?" Bob commented.
Instead of embarrassed and humiliated or may be even outraged, the thought that
my own son wanted to shave, pierce and ring his own mother's pussy lips made me
more excited than ever. I came again and again.
"Oh yes, my love, my master, I'll love to wear your rings in my nipples and
pussy lips. The rings are sure to make me look and feel more like your sex
slave, my owner, my darling son." I declared joyfully.
"Well-said my slave mother, but wait till you hear what I planed to do to your
crown jewel, your joy button, Mom!"
I knew we'll come to my clitoris sooner or later, it must be something really
special since Bob had avoided touching my crown jewel (as he put it) so far. My
large blood engorged pink clitoris was protruding from its protective hood ever
since my son put the dog collar around my neck. Since then, it was just getting
ever larger and longer, and projecting out from the top of my almost enclose
puffy pussy lips like a sore thumb! My son has no trouble locating and then
clutching my distended love button with his thumb and forefinger.
"Mom, you have an exceptionally large beautiful clit already, but I intend to
make it much bigger!" Bob promised.
He squeezed and pinched my ultra sensitive love button harder and harder and
kept asking me if I want more. Of cause, I'm a pain slut now. However, when my
son pulled on my clit forcefully, stretching and twisting it into a thick
intertwine painfully throbbing rubber band like bundle. I screamed out in almost
unbearably agonizing pain and for the first time my eyes were fill with tears of
suffering that was streaking down my cheeks. My entire body was shaking
violently with multiple orgasm and my loins was bucking violently like a bronco!
When my son finally released my abused love button, my poor tormented clitoris
was stretched almost to the point of snapping off from my pussy completely! It
sprung back with such force that my clitoris turned into a painful flaming torch
at the top of my pussy slit. The pain in my severely tortured clitoris was like
an excruciation series of stabbing, searing sensations. The pain was so
overwhelming and I shrieked out loudly and them pass out on my son's lap.
When I regained consciousness a minute or two later, I felt my son was
soothingly stroking and caressing my painfully tormented clitoris just liked he
did to my tortured nipples.
"Are you okay Mom?" Bob asked me tenderly with great concern.
I nodded my head slowly despite the fact that I felt as if my loins were aflame.
I looked down at my crotch to see what me son was doing. To my total amazement I
found a large reddish-purple protrusion about the size and length of the last
section of my pinky sticking way out from the very top of my slightly opened
puffy pussy slit. It couldn't be my clitoris, this visibly pulsating and
vibrating painfully throbbing bundle of giant nerve endings! I knew I have a
larger than normal size clit but it had never even remotely got to be this big
before. This is just incredible and how did my son do it? And he was only 15
years old! My son was grinning at me proudly for turning my pleasure button
into such a monster. When Bob started to manipulating my huge blood engorged
ultra-sensitized clitoris by rubbing it and jerking it up and down faster and
faster like it was a miniature penis, it seem totally impossible, but I saw and
felt my clitoris actually grew even bigger! I was afraid that if my extremely
bulging clitoris got any larger it might have split wide open! At first my
grossly abused clitoris was so torturously painful to be handled than gradually
the agonizing pain turned into great pleasure. I felt like my whole being was
centered on and around my love button, then I was totally consumed by tidal
waves of orgasms. Copious amounts of feminine cum juices were flooding my
vaginal tunnel continuously and beginning to seep through the saturated cotton
briefs. I was on fire, in my sex crazed mind it felt like my own highly sexual
stimulated clitoris, my feminine penis was really responsible for spraying out
all the cum juices.
After I calmed down a little from my mind shattering orgasms, Bob pointed to my
enormous clitoris and declared forcefully,
"Mom, I'm going to make and maintain your little ha ha. . . Crown jewel
permanently just about the size and shape of this one for the rest of your
life!" Bob paused to get my reaction.
I was shocked and speechless for a moment; he had to be kidding right. The whole
idea was just too preposterous!
"You got to be joking right, Bob!" I was still in a bewildered mood I even
forgot to address my son properly and called him by his given name! When I saw
the seriousness in his eyes I added,
"But. . . But how, my master?" I stuttered with uncertainty and stupefaction.
"I have contemplated long and hard for two months now, I have come up with a
plan. After I make your clitoris to the thickness and length I desired Mom, the
base of your clit will be pierced first widthwise and a large size barbell
inserted to prevent your clit from ever sheltered by your clitoral hood, and
will forever be exposed in the open! The barbell also provides anchor for the
rod to come; I will get to that later. Next, your clit will be pierced at the
mid-point also widthwise Mom, and a large thick gold ring will be inserted
inside your clit. And then very close to the tip of your clit will also be
pierced widthwise and a smaller but equally thick gold ring with a silver bell
will be inserted into your clit. I save the best for last mother; your clit will
be pierced lengthwise this time. The entire length of your clit will be pierced
from the center of the tip all the way to the base. A very thick stainless steel
rod exactly the same length of your now elongated clit will be inserted slowly
straight down from the tip of your clit. Each gold ring has a hole and the
barbell has a receptacle slot for the rod in the middle. The holes of the rings
and the locking slot of the barbell are to be in alignment inside your clitoris
for the rod to pass thought and lock into place. Mother, once the rod fitted
into the receptacle of the barbell, both gold rings, steel rod and the barbell
will all be a permanent fixture inside your clit! Your clit will be practically
filled with metal. The rod will maintain the length and size of your clit. That
means my dear mother, my sex slave, your crown jewel will always be about the
same size as you clit is now. On second thought, I think I can make your clit
even bigger. I believe your clit still has a lot of potential to grow much
larger after I stimulate it with electrical charges. Maybe even up to half an
inch in length and about the thickness of my thumb. Yes, it will indeed be a
sight to see when I make it happen! To top it off Mom, I'm going to cement a
large diamond on top of the rod, when the rod is completely buried inside your
elongated clit; the diamond will then be sited right at the tip of your love
button. Mom, from then on your feminine crown jewel will not be just in name
only, it will forever sparkle and draw all eyes like a beacon! Mom, tell me how
do you feel about the fact that your most precious supreme sexual organ will be
irreversibly modified, pierced and ringed by your own son! You will be walking
around with a forever tremendously enlarged and greatly lengthened erect
clitoris protruding way out from your pussy. Your enormous clitoris will be
exposed utterly and on display prominently for all to see!"
I was too astounded and dazed to respond. To be pierced and ringed was one
thing, but what my son wanted to do to his own mother's clitoris with seemed
more like mutilations rather than modifications! One question kept going thought
my befuddled mind was where my sweet and studious son got such outlandish ideas!
Instead of horrify or furiously mad, the thought that my own son wanted to do
this to my clitoris was so outrageously erotic that sent waves of orgasms
through my highly aroused body. When I visualized myself sporting such an
enormous permanently modified clitoris between my loins it just blew my mind; my
body was just trembling uncontrollably by non-stop orgasms. Bob seem to satisfy
by my non-verbal responds and he asked me,
"Mom, do you know what I going to use your middle clit ring for?" Without
waiting for an answer this time he continues,
"Mom, this ring is design for me to clip a dog leash to so that I can lead you
around by your soon to be modified love button! Of cause, I will still lead you
by the dog collar permanently locked around your neck too. And the smaller ring
in the tip of your clit, it will be fitted with a silver bell. Any time when you
walk or even move a little, the silver bell inside will be tinkering and
ringing. I might even put a bell in each of your nipple, I hope you wouldn't
attract too much pesky curiosity when you go out in the public, for the bells
will surely be ringing every step you take! But the main purpose for this ring
is to fasten you with my sweet sex slave mother! How do you like my plans for
you crown jewel, my dear Mom?"
The idea that my young son wanted to make and keep his own mother's clit exposed
and modified permanently into such an enormous size and shape was just too
bizarre for words. However, in my perverted mind I not only think it was
perfectly alright for my son to do this to me, I even look forward to the day my
sex organ was to be permanently modified. My son is my owner, my master now,
that means my pussy belongs to him and besides that, I have already promised my
young son that he could do anything he wanted to me. I joyfully accepting my
fate, my son's will, and he has more plans for me! I wondered again where Bob
got such ideas. But as I listened to all the things he wanted to do to me, I
still believed that it was just my sweet young son's fantasy, and he would never
have actually carry them out, even though he seemed to give his plans lots of
serious thoughts. However, I got more and more excited as I pictured myself
fastened to furniture or other fixtures in the house by a dog leash clipped on
to my enormous clitoris like a sex slave bitch, I cum again and again. My son's
briefs stuffed in my vagina was so saturated with my vaginal secretions it no
longer effectively able to block the abundant amounts of my freshly produced
feminine sex fluids. Pussy juices were seeping through and pearly drops of
gelatinous feminine cum cream started to drip down my inner thighs again.
"I'll love everything you're going to do to my body! My son, my master." When my
orgasms subsided a little, I looked at my young son with lust glazed eyes and
answered truthfully and ecstatically. When Bob noticed my soaking wet crotch, he
said with a smirk.
"Look's like we have a problem again." .
"Go get me a tall glass, slave Mom!" He ordered
I immediately got up and brought a tall glass from the kitchen and handed it to
my son. When I was about to knee down again, Bob stopped me, and directed me to
stand in front of him and spread my legs. He placed the glass directly
underneath my pussy lips and proceeded to pull out his under-pants from my
vagina slowly. When the briefs was barely just out of my hole, great globs of
creamy thick feminine cum juices were oozing out and dripping into the glass,
then follow by a torrent of my vaginal secretions pouring into the glass below.
By the time the flow of juices was down to a trickle, the tall glass was almost
overflowing with my sweet aromatic cunt cream. My son took a big slurp of his
own mother's sex fluid from the glass with pure delight and declared,
"So. . . Yummy! This glass of juice is all for me."
After Bob took couple of mouthfuls of my cunt juices, he set the glass down, and
picked up the cunt juice sodden briefs and said,
"Knee, slut mother, lift you face and open your mouth wide and here comes
yours!"
Bob started to wrench and twist the cunt juice laden cotton briefs inches above
my upturn face. Some droplets got into my mouth but most of the juices just fall
onto my face. By the time the briefs almost wrenched dry, my face was completely
drenched with my own pussy juices. Just as I was about to lift my hand to wipe
the juice off my face, My attempt was stopped dead as my son slapped one of my
breast real hard causing it to undulation and bounce on my chest painfully.
"Don't you dare bitch! You're my slave now, mother, always wait for your
master's order or ask permission before you do anything, understood, my slave
mother!" My son ordered,
"Yes my son, my master." I replied submissively.
"Mother, stay as you are, my slut slave with your mouth remain wide open!" My
master ordered.
A moment later, all I could see was Bob masturbating his huge penis inches above
my face. Almost in an instant my face was splattered by big globs of my own
son's creamy sperm. I desperately wanted to catch my son's precious cum with my
open mouth, unfortunately only a few ropy strands of his sperm landed inside my
mouth. By the time Bob finish Cumming, my entire face was drenched and covered
by my own son's thick creamy sperm from forehead to chin! When it started to
drip down from my chin, I badly wanted to bring it to my mouth with my fingers.
With great effort I suppressed this urge to taste my son's delicious sperm that
was coating my face. I waited for my master's order patiently, for I wanted to
be a perfect slave for my son, my master.
"Mom, your face look so deliciously beautiful and wickedly debauched, I think we
ought to make this cum juice facial a routine event. The cum juices is very good
for your complexion, it would make a great facemask, so that your beautiful face
will be always smooth and youth looking. I want your face to remain upturn so
that our combined cum juices will not drip too much until its dry. You're going
to wear my crusty dry sperm and your own dry pussy juice on your face for the
rest of the day! You have any problems with that slave mother!"
"Oh no, my son, my master. It's an honor to wear your sperm on my face!" I
responded joyously.
My senses was so overwhelm by such nasty wickedness of my own son and the
sensation of the slipperiness of our cum juices on my face, my body quivered by
another wave of orgasms resulting in more pussy juices spilling out of my
vagina.
When Bob noticed my vaginal secretions running down my thighs again, he cursed
good naturally then pick up his damp briefs and stuffed into my dripping hole
once again.
"I must come up with a way to save your pussy juices fast. Mom, it's quite
astonishing the amount of juices coming out of your little pussy hole, you
sloppy slutty bitch!" Bob slapped my asscheek couple of times playfully; I think
both to reprimand and praised me at the some time.
I turned pink with pleased embarrassment. After a short pause, my son asked me
seriously.
"I want to ask you something, it's very important to me. Mom, how come you and
dad never have any more children?"
"Sweetheart, I have always wanted to have more kids, so that you could have
brothers and sister for playmates, but your father didn't want any more at least
not for awhile after you come along unexpectedly. And than he. . . he had the
accident, master" I said regrettably.
"I'm sorry about dad, I knew you loved him Mom, but I'm glad you wanted more
kids. So, who took precaution to prevent pregnancy?"
"Honey, It was I, master."
"Birth control pills?"
"I'm allergic to the pills master, so I had an intra-uterine device put in, It's
save and last for years."
"So it needs to be replaced then, you still have it in you, Mom?"
"My master, IDU's only effective for about three years. I replace it routinely
even after your father passed away five years ago."
"No wonder you didn't got pregnant even though Don and his gang, me included
dump tons of potent sperm into your womb."
"Fortunately I just replace my IDU only recently, master."
"Mom, I'm really glad you're not carrying any bastard for those sons of
bitches!"
"Me too my darling son, my master, thank God!"
"Mother, I want you go to the doctor and have your IDU taking out first thing in
the morning." Bob commanded.
I was taken aback a bit, and seeing the perplexing look on my face, Bob
explained,
"Mom, do you know why I asked you all these questions?" Without wait for a
reply, he continued,
"I want to find out you have any problem getting pregnant. I'm so glad that
you're fertile, do you know why, my beautiful mother?" He asked me with a big
grin on his boyish face.
I looked at him incomprehensibly while shaking my head slowly. I had a queasy
felling in my stomach.
"My darling Mom, I want brothers and sisters. And I certainly don't mean for you
to go get married and providing me with a step-daddy in the process, or go shack
up with some guy and have a bunch of bastards. What I really want to is to
impregnate you myself! I want to watch your adorable tummy swelling up with our
baby inside! " Bob declared.
"You want to have a baby with your own mother, master!" I was so stunned I
almost shriek. Even though I was in shock, I still addressed my son 'Master'. It
has become second nature to me to call my own son master!
"Not just a baby Mom, I want to have lots of babies with you! You're very young
and you still have many childbearing years ahead of you. I want you pregnant all
the time with my babies, one every year unless you have twins or triplets. Oh
yes, I'll breed you like the doggy bitch that you're, and you will be popping
out litters of our babies literately!" Bob declared self-assuredly while jerking
on my dog leash to emphasis the fact that I'm indeed his doggy bitch and primed
for breeding now.
I was render speechless for a moment regarding to my son's depraved and decadent
desire to impregnate his own mother repeatedly. Although I was a little
disturbed and anxious about having incestuous babies with my own flesh and
blood, but I was also thrilled beyond believed for some perverted reason.
Instead repugnant to me, strangely the ideas of being breed like a doggy bitch
by my own son seem very appealing to me. I was trembling with a strong orgasm.
"Honey, it's dangerous to make incestuous babies, my son, my master."
After my orgasm subsided I managed to say apprehensively.
"I see that you love the idea of having my babies, Mom." Bob acknowledged my
orgasm happily and then continued,
"Even though I have never thought of dominating you let alone making you my sex
slave Mom, but since I started to masturbate around age 11, you were my fantasy
woman, and all my wet dreams. I was very possessive about you; I wanted you to
belong only to me than and I was glad that I was an only child. I hated any man
you ever dated since dad died, I was so jealous, remember Mom. I even dreamed of
marrying you myself and live as husband and wife. After that, I fantasize about
getting you pregnant so that you'll be mine forever. This fantasy turned into an
obsession, I became fixated on wanting to breed you and to fuck my own brothers
and sisters into your belly Mom! That was when I started to read up everything
about incest and incestuous pregnancies and birth defects. Don't worry Mom, I
found out the birth defects of incestuous babies are mostly overstated, they are
about the same as any other so call normal pregnancies."
"Oh Bobby sweetheart, my love if it's really true, I would love to make babies
with you my son, my master!" I reach another sexual climax just by thinking that
I'd be carrying my own son's off-springs, I'd be giving birth to my own grand
children!
"I can assure you mother, there will be no problem, and our children will be all
healthy!" Bob said confidently.
"Honey, I'll go to my gynecologist first thing in the morning to have my
contraceptive device taking care of, my son, my master." I said keenly.
"Excellent, my dear mother, and we can start your breeding right away, my little
doggy bitch!" Bob declared joyously.
"Mom, I have a confession to make, I have a faddish boarding on fanatical about
pregnant women, and I found their swelling tummies extremely sexy! I guessed
that is one of the reason why I want to keep you pregnant all the time. I'll be
twice as obsessive in view of the fact that it will be my very own dear mother's
swelling pregnant belly, with our baby inside, and the other reason is that I
want your breasts to produce milk continuously. I'm looking forward to suck
sweet 'mother's milk' out of your ringed and pierced nipples! You know Mom, the
only downside I could think of about getting you pregnant is that your hourglass
figure will be sacrificed for the next ten to fifteen years for my obsessions!"
"I don't care about my figure as long as you found me sexy while I'm pregnant
with a big belly! Oh Bobby my love, I'm so happy that I'm going to have your
children, my son, you're not only my master but my man. You said you dream of
married to me, I now looked upon you as my husband and I only wish that we can
be legally marry so that I could really be your lawfully wedded wife!" I
declared passionately to my beloved son and master with all the love expressed
in my shinning eyes.
"I doubted we could ever be able to marry legally anywhere Mom, however I could
invite few of my buddies over and have a wedding ceremony of our own. Wait till
I show you to the guys totally naked with a dog collar around your neck and lead
by a dog leash! I'm very doubtful that only looking at your sexy body would
satisfy them. We'll just have to cerebrate with an orgy afterwards!"
Bob noticed the perturbing frown on my face and inquired,
"I thought you'd be delighted. You don't like my idea Mom?"
"I love the ceremony part tremendously of course, but I don't know about the
orgy though."
"You don't want other guys to fuck you anymore Mom, is that it? " Bob asked
unbelievingly. When I shake my head negatively, he continued.
"You're such a sex-craving slut now I doubted that would be it. I'm aching to
show you off to my friends and watch they gangbang you in all of your horny
holes at the same time, so tell me you won't want that too, slut Mom!" Bob said
confidently.
"Honey, it's not that at all. I'll be unprotected after tomorrow, my son, my
master, if I'm not pregnant by than. . ." I said miserably.
I looked at my son with such love and passion on my face there was even a hint
of teary moisture in my glistering blue eyes and pleaded imploringly for my son,
my master to understand my dilemmas.
"Sweetheart, I only want to bear your children, yours and mind Bobby, my only
beloved son and master" I declared passionately.
"Me too, my beautiful sexy mother, I'm going to be the father of all of your
children, so I'll do all the impregnations myself. I might wanted to be an only
child when I was growing up, but I certainly want lots of brothers and sisters
now, particularly since they will also be my own sons and daughters as well!
I'll enjoy seeing others fuck you, men as well as women; I might even loan you
out to my buddies from time to time. However, I don't want anyone else's baby
ever growing in your tummy, not even my best friends! I guess I just have to
lock you up in-between pregnancies my sex slave, my slutty Mom!"
"You want to lock me up in the house, my son, my master!" I asked tentatively.
It seemed a very drastic measure; I was a bit uneasy about being locked up and
lose my freedom for long periods of time, not that a slut slave should entitled
to any freedom at all!
Bob noticed the concern in my voice and explained.
"Don't worry Mom, I don't mean to lock you in the house at all, I just want to
lock up your pussy! slave Mother, you don't need me to tell you, you know you're
a slut and a sex nymphomaniac now. I may be your owner, your master, but I
doubted that I could totally satisfy and control your ferocious sexual
appetites. I can't guard you 24 hours a day, may be I should just put you in a
cage. . . just kidding Mom. This idea of putting locks in your pussy just come
to me in a flash a few moments ago! It's full proof; I just have to insert more
rings in your outer pussy lip that's all. This way I'll have total control of
you pussy and that means no one fucks you in the cunt without my permission.
Hay, I might as well put couple of rings in your adorable rosebud of an asshole
and lock it up too for good measure, my dear slave mother!" Bob exclaimed
excitedly.
My son pried the half moon of my creamy asscheek apart with one hand exposing my
rosy anus. He touched my tiny opening lightly with his fingertips caused me to
shiver with anticipation. Bob carefully examined my most private delicate
orifice for few minutes, and then he stuck his forefinger into my vagina. After
coated his finger with generous amount of my thick pussy cream, he plunged his
entire digit into my rectum. My anal ring clasped the invading digit tightly.
After my son finger fucked my back passage a few times, he insert two more
fingers into my tiny bunhole and then proceeded to enlarge my extreme pliable
anal ring as if to test the resiliency and expandability of my anal muscle. I
was sexually stimulated to new heights and groaning endlessly. A series of
orgasms one after the other rocked my body, I twisted with obscene passion
yelling and crying out shamelessly. A tremendous amount of pussy juices was
gushing out of my vagina! My son withdrew his fingers from my asshole and
brought them to my mouth.
"Clean them up with your tongue, you slutty bitch!" Bob ordered.
My son's fingers were entirely coated with my fresh ass juice. I could smell the
nauseating fume emanating from his soiled fingers. Any thought of refusal had
never entered my mind. I'm a slave, I was giving a task by my master and
therefore it was my duty to perform it well no matter how disgusting it was to
me. Without hesitation I stuck my tongue out immediately and proceeded to lick
my own ass juice from my son's fingers. Although I had tasted my own ass flavor
on Cherrie's dildo under duress before, but I found that my own ass juices
seemed to be more tolerant this time around. May be it was from my own son's
fingers. I only wished my son had fuck me in the ass with his monster cock, and
I'd definitely lick my ass juices off his gorgeous penis with more
gratification! I engulfed all three fingers in my mouth and then proceeded to
suck my sons' fingers liked it was his magnificent penis. Even though all traces
of my own shit and ass favor were completely gone from the digits now, I still
wouldn't relinquish it until Bob forcefully pulled them out of my mouth.
"That's enough, good job doggy bitch!" Bob petted me on the head like praising a
pet. And then he added,
"Mom, you asshole is just too adorable for words. The good news is that I found
your tiny asshole fit to be pierced and ringed. And the bad news is once I
inserted the rings and install the locks in your adorable rosebud, you won't be
able to sit down on your ass anymore Mom, my slut slave!"
Bob declared with obvious delight and amusement and then added.
"Wow, what a terrific idea this is, this way your pussy and asshole will both be
totally under my control. Besides the obvious of course that nobody or anything
fucks you in your pussy or your asshole without my permission. And Do you have
any idea what other significant consequences once I have the only keys to open
your locked up pussy and asshole, my dear sex slave Mom?"
I was stunned and taken aback to hear that my son really determined to put locks
in my pussy lips and even in my asshole! The whole thing was just too ridiculous
to be believed. He couldn't be serious; all of it just had to be make believes,
wasn't it? My mind was in turmoil to realize the full implications of it at all
yet. However, when I envisioned that my most private and secretive openings, my
pussy and my asshole pierced and ringed, and under locks and keys my body once
again besieged by incessant waves of orgasms.
My son looked at my in the eyes with a most wicked lecherous grin and said very
slowly,
"Once I locked up your pussy lips and your asshole, you'll have to ask for my
permission to piss and even shit. How would you like that my sweet slave
mother!"
Oh my god! Yes, I wanted to be totally dominated by my own son, it's true indeed
once my pussy and asshole were under locks and keys my son would have total
control over even my most basic bodily functions, pissing and shitting! I'll
become his absolute sex slave! The thought that I would be asking my own son
for permission to piss and shit was just too mind-boggling. It was so depraved
and perverted but stimulating my senses to the extreme at the same time.
"Oh my God! I'm Cummmming. . ." I yelled out as my body wracked by a series of
strong orgasm.
"Mom, it sure looks like you loved my plans to install locks in your pussy lips
and even in your tiny asshole! You must have wondered where and how I got such
depraved ideas to pierce and ring your nipples and sex organs! You know Mom; it
must have been fate. A couple months ago, I accidentally came across a web site
about body piecing and tattoos. I have never interested or gave any thought to
the subject before, but just out of curiosity, I started to read the content and
study the pictures posted on the web pages. I got more and more interested and
from then on I was hooked and surfed the net for more related sites. There was a
local shop advertised on the web showcasing their latest high tech laser
branding equipment that scorch the most detailed letterings into the flesh
without scaring and heals quickly too. I went to the shop last month just to
check it out, and it turns out the owner is the father of one of my friends. He
showed me around and let me look at the laser. It was awesome! They also carried
the latest rings that were made with the hardest alloy, one end of the ring can
insert into the spring fitted end thus become a permanently enclosed seamless
circle, virtually impossible to ever be reopened again! Ever since that day I
have fantasist about finding a submissive girl to do all the things I told you I
would do it to you earlier, Mom. Mostly of the things I wanted to do to my
submissive dream girl was just pure harmless fantasy, and just may be a little
wishful thinking too. I never ever really intent to actually carry it out, and
in my wildest imaginations I never dreamed this could ever become a reality.
Mother, I suppose I really do owe Don and his gang a debt of gratitude for
turning you into what you're now, an insatiable sex addict and a pain slut
slave! It's my great fortune to be the sole beneficiary of your transformation!
Be warn, my dear slave mother, I intent to take full advantage of your current
circumstances and exploit them to the max! You're everything that I have ever
dreamed and fantasized about and more, much much more! The fact that my little
fantasy submissive little girl turned out to be my own beautiful mother was
really icing on the cake so to speak. I still can't believe that every thing is
starting to come true, that my own gorgeous sexy young mother is now my very own
sex slave!"
Now I knew where my young bookish son got the idea to pierce and ring his own
mother, and he actually would do all the things he talked about to me too! I
have no doubted now my son is definitely going to permanently ring my nipples
and pussy as well as modify my clitoris into a huge half inches long protrusion
forever display prominently between my thighs. And I would let him do it all
without regret too! The thought sent alternating hot and cold shivers down my
spine.
"Mom, I see that you're beginning to understand what all this is leading to
now. No more make believes, you are going to make all my fantasies come true, my
sexy slave mother! Oh yea mother dearest, I intent to insert those permanent
rings into your nipples, pussy lips and clitoris! Once they are inserted into
your fresh they could never be taken out again short of slice your nipples or
clitoris open, Oh yes, don't forget the stainless steel rod that will be totally
imbedded in your enlarged and elongated clit forever. You know Mom, originally I
plan to do the same to your nipples too. Don't you think they will look nice
pierced and ringed and then permanently enlarged and lengthened just like your
crown jewel will be and prominently on displace on top of your large breasts!
Well, I couldn't risk the damage to your nipples so that it could interfere with
the flow of your breast-milk. Later, oh say about fifteen years from now, when
you have stopped milk production all together, then may be I would reconsider to
permanently modify your nipples. One more thing, Don had put his mark on your
thigh, fortunately the brand didn't scar your sexy white thigh too much. I also
want to put my own marks on you, the marks of my ownership of your sexy body in
addition to the piercing, Mother! I'm going to brand the words 'PRIVATE PROPERTY
OF BOB' in large block letters with the laser deep into the flesh of your creamy
asscheeks slave Mom, and your breasts and pussy lips are also going to be
branded with my name as well!"
"Yes, yes, my son, my master, do everything to me, pierce me, ring me and brand
meeeeee. . ." I screamed out as one orgasm after another rocked my body.
"Tomorrow I will take you to the tattoo and body piercing shop and have them
start working on your piercing and body modifications right away, Mom." Bob
promised.
I couldn't wait either, but I was worry about the expenses now that I knew my
son was actually going to carry out all of his plans for me into reality.
"Honey, you spoke of gold rings, diamonds, platinum collar and gold dog tag, and
all the piercing, brandings and other body modifications, isn't all of this
stuff very costly, my son, my master?" I asked with concern.
"Yes, it will be quite expensive, however nothing but the very best for you my
lovely sexy slave Mom. Let me tell you a secret, you don't have to worry about
money ever with that pretty head of yours anymore! By chance I found a large
pile of Don and his gang's money from selling drugs and pornographic videotapes.
Mom, you can quit you job now and become my full-time sex slave!" Bob declared.
"Oh yes, sweetheart, that's just wonderful. It's what I ever wanted and from now
on my only job is to serve and satisfy your every need and desire, my darling
son. I will be the perfect sex slave for you, my owner, my master." I pledged
joyously.
"I love you very much my beautiful Mommy, my sex slave!" Bob said tenderly.
I burst into tears, my heart overwhelmed with love for my fifteen-year-old son.
My beloved boy-man hadn't called me Mommy since he was seven years old! And I
told him so tearfully.
"Shh. . .Be a good girl and don't cry anymore now, Mommy. I'll start calling you
'Mommy' again from now on if it would make you happy." Bob told me tenderly and
kissed my tear stained cheeks softly and lovingly.
"Yes please sweetheart, I love to be called Mommy by you again, my darling son,
my master." I whisper emotionally and looked at my young son worshipfully with
all the love in my heart and in my tear filled eyes.
"My beautiful sexy Mother, you're going to be my sex slave Mommy for the rest of
your life." Bob whispered lovingly into my ear with certainty.
Fresh tears of joy rolling down my cheeks and I vowed to myself that I'll be the
best sex slave Mommy that I could be for my beloved son, my owner, my master!
