What Ben Wanted
Copyright© 2022 by Dick Ever'ard
Chapter 4
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Ben was a spoilt no-good - to much cunt for his own good, and the Devil was waiting for him. Some parts may be upsetting for certain faiths, beliefs and lifestyles; if this proves to be so - I have hit the spot.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Blackmail Coercion Rape Reluctant Slut Wife Incest Son MaleDom Humiliation Menstrual Play Size Revenge
After a few stiff drinks we became relaxed after the ordeal of the funeral and Laura began reminising on what a good husband he had been in spite of the sex between them being so paltry and tame.
So I asked Laura why that was? ... when she had experienced how pasionate her sex drive was!
Laura gazed at me; then she explained in detail why she had been unable to share the sex she needed with her departed husband.
“Because the sex I secretly craved was an acquired taste; and one he was far too decent to know about, let alone indulge in. That form of sexual satisfaction was something I had to provide for myself Ben.
Fortunately, I took the pumping kit from my father’s laboratory; which I’ve since used in secrecy. A daily session keeps my breast full and bouncy! Perhaps you’d like to see it Ben?”
“I eagerly said that I would!”
Mom led me to her bedroom and opening a small cupboard, revealed her elaborate breast-pump equipment; rubber tubes, suckers and clips and motors! I was agog!
“Holy Shit Mom!”
“Yeh; I know it’s bizarre, but it’s the kit I’ve become addicted to!
I turned to her and put my hand on her arm, “It’s okay honey, I’m with you now; We’ll sort this problem out together!”
She grinned appreciatively, “How about sorting me out A S A P!”
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Mom stripped off for me in the shower and when she was naked, I tied her arms securely behind her and placed into her mouth a ball-gag. Apart from preventing any interference to the procedure, it thrust her breast forward which was helpful. Then I began methodically strapping her tits up; grotesquely tightly with the black bands of rubber.
The gag muffled much of her anguish but within a short while the job was done, and I took off the ball-gag.
Then as if in an expression of gratitude, her glistening nipples began spraying jets of milk! This is what we both wanted; even if for differing reasons.
I gazed with a fascinated awe at the spectacle of my mother with her head back and her eyes closed as she relished the sensation of her tingling milk being forced from her breast in bondage. For me it was pure pornography.
It was time for a champagne celebration; and hearing the champagne cork pop, she smiled with her eyes still closed.
Then our naked bodies met, and between kisses, we sipped at our glasses of bubbly. She moaned as I tasted her lips, before my mouth sought out one hard nipple. She shuddered as I stretched it in my teeth: then released it to squirt milk over my face.
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