Chapter 17

“Come on in” Replied the hesitant Timmy Andrews in reply to the soft knocking upon his bedroom door later that morning, whilst slipping his mothers semen laden black thong beneath his pillow just enough to ensure the shiny triangle of black lace wasn’t completely hidden from view, before moments later Timmy Andrews was gazing wide eyed and open mouth at the vision of his beautiful raven haired shapely Mother Susan, making her hesitant way through the door and toward where her son Timmy lay in his bed.

Although this was a knock on his bedroom door Timmy Andrews had been expecting, when having been woken during the night by Tommy Hall to be told by the thuggish teenager.

“Okay Timmy, now you’ve fucked your Mom and she’s swallowed your load, you need to accept she is our bitch now, we own your Mom, so listen carefully and help me make sure she stays our bitch”

Tommy told the sleepy yet astonished Timmy Andrews, who even though yet again aroused and excited by Tommys statement, also had a million questions of his own for Tommy.

Questions not least of all just how Tommy Hall had managed to entrap and to even enslave his mother as had certainly been the case last night, when to his astonishment Timmy had realised all those boyhood wet dreams.

Dreams of Timmy Hall not only fucking his beautiful Mother Susan, but of even watching one of his pals doing so ... even if it hadn’t been his pal Kevin, but Tommy Hall, the very person Timmy had seen doing so during his many fantasies, although those fantasies had never included the open mouthed Timmy watching the naked buttocks and back of his beautiful Mother begging for mercy whilst beaten with the leather belt of Tommy Hall.

None the less, that’s exactly what Timmy Hall had witnessed, although rather than being appalled to see Tommy Hall brutally beating his Mother, Timmy only recalled just how sexually aroused and excited he’d become when watching the swaying buttocks of his almost naked lovely Mother whilst begging for mercy when crawling across the carpet on her hands and knees in a fruitless attempt to escape the brutal violence his ‘friend’ was inflicting upon the back and buttocks his defenceless Mother, or as Tommy Hall had put it, ‘The Training his Mother’

Nor in any of those crazy wet dreams did Timmy expect to find himself handcuffed to his own bed, both fearful and sexually aroused, whilst Tommy Hall was in his Mothers bedroom, doing whatever he wished with her before Tommy had eventually led and paraded naked nipple clamped Mother Susan around his bedroom under the amazed eyes of Timmy like a prized Slave on a leash taken to market.