Twisted Tales - the White Mother
Copyright© 2026 by Susmitha Saran
Chapter 2
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 2 - This story starts exactly one and a half years after the end of Twisted Tales, where Aron Shamar is broken down from an alpha male to a sissy faggot and is married to ebony trans woman Mistress Lola. This also tell about Aron's mom and her back story, in detail.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual NonConsensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual CrossDressing Shemale TransGender Fiction Cheating Slut Wife Incest Mother Son BDSM Humiliation Rough Torture Gang Bang Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Enema Facial Oral Sex Water Sports Body Modification Foot Fetish Public Sex Transformation AI Generated
The gravel crunched under the tires as both cars rolled up the long driveway of the Shamar estate. The first car carried Mistress Lola Lee, her ebony curves barely contained in the leather dress that clung to her statuesque frame, and beside her sat Aru—her fair-skinned, auburn-haired sissy wife whose delicate hands fidgeted nervously in his lap. The second car carried Master Xavier, his wife, and their slave—Aru’s own mother, who immediately dropped to her knees the moment the door opened, her leash pulled taut by her owner’s firm grip.
Inside the grand foyer, the scent of old money mixed with something darker—desire, power, sweat. The others settled onto the plush couch while Aru’s mother remained on all fours, her collar jingling softly as she trembled.
“Feels familiar, doesn’t it?” Master Xavier mused, stroking his wife’s thigh. “Being back in the house where over oppressed ruled?” and looked at his slave.
The slave kept her eyes down. “Yes, Master. This one is ... grateful to see it restored with portraits of our liberators.”
Xavier chuckled, fingers tracing circles on his wife’s knee. “Good. Now, refreshments.”
Without hesitation, Aru’s mother crawled toward the kitchen. Her body had been modified for service—nipple rings, labia piercings—each hooked to chains suspending a tray beneath her. The weight tugged at her flesh as she moved, pain lancing through her with every shuffle.
By the time she returned, the room had shifted. Xavier’s mouth was locked onto his wife’s, his hands kneading her breasts through silk. Nearby, Mistress Lola had Aru pinned against the couch, her long fingers stroking his smooth thighs while his sissy whimpers filled the air.
The slave waited, trembling, until the tray’s agony became unbearable. Just as her muscles gave out, Aru caught it, unhooking the chains with shaking hands.
“T-Thank you, Ma’am,” his mother breathed, gazing up at the son she’d once raised as a boy—now a blushing, submissive wife in lace and perfume.
Aru kissed her forehead before flipping her onto her back, transforming her into a living side table.
Xavier grinned, watching the drinks pour. “Honestly, Aru? You wear submission beautifully. And that ass...” He licked his lips. “Lola must adore breaking you nightly.”
Aru flushed crimson. “She ... she does, Sir.”
“Mm. Speaking of service...” Xavier snapped his fingers. “Your mother’s thirsty.”
When Aru returned with a chilled beer, the scene had twisted further—his mother bent over, naked, ass raised, her hole glistening under the chandelier light.
“Ah, perfect.” Xavier snatched the bottle, smirking. “Seems she needs a proper drink.”
Aru’s stomach lurched.
“Rim her. Now.”
Tears welled as Aru obeyed, tongue tracing his mother’s rim while she moaned, grinding back against his face.
“Look at that,” Xavier’s wife purred. “She’s desperate for it.”
When Xavier finally yanked Aru back by his hair, the cruel truth became clear—the beer wasn’t for drinking.
“P-Please—” Aru choked.
“Bottle first. Then the plug.”
Aru sobbed as he pushed the cold glass inside his mother’s clenching hole, her cries muffled against the rug. Slowly all the beer filled the slave’s ass, one done Aru removed the bottle.
“Good girl,” Xavier praised as the plug sealed her shut. “Now kennel her.”
Later, as Aru fastened the cage door, his mother grabbed him, crushing their mouths together in a kiss that tasted of salt and shame.
“Don’t cry,” she whispered. “This is who we are now.”
And as the kennel locked, Aru understood knew that this is the fate of his mother.