Chapter 2: ... Submission

Before I could respond those eyes drew closer to me, then I felt the tentative touch of warm lips on mine, it was a brief kiss, no more than a fleeting second, but it sent a shiver of excitement through my whole body. With a sigh I felt my whole body relax against my son, I knew in my mind that what was happening was wrong and that I should somehow stop it, but at the same time I had been craving the attention of a man for such a very long time and in the end I just surrendered to the sensations of bliss running through me. I felt fingers lightly lifting my chin until I was looking into my son's eyes again, he must have seen my surrender written there because he smiled then leant forward and kissed me firmly. His lips came down on mine in a burningly passionate kiss that sent tingles of delight spreading through me, I felt his hands tugging at my back then my dress felt suddenly loose and I gasped into his mouth at the knowledge that he had opened the straps of my dress.

Parting our lips my son pushed the dress from my shoulders and slid it down my body, it fell in a crumpled heap around my ankles as he took a step back and gazed at me in the bright light of the living room, I felt my nipples tingle as his eyes passed over them and my pussy ached as his eyes went lower. I could feel my juices beginning to soak the crotch of my miniscule panties as he gazed at me. He smiled and looked at my face, in his eyes I could see what he wanted, I knew that I, not he, would have to remove my panties, it would be an expression of my surrender to him. My hands trembled as I lowered then to the waistband of my panties and slowly pushed them down, deep inside me a little voice of reason was screaming at me to stop, but I ignored it in favour of the powerful feelings running through me.

"God you are a beautiful woman mother." Victor breathed as I stepped out of my panties.

"Victor!" I gasped out as his hands started to undo his own clothing.

I felt mesmerised, trapped, unable to protest or move as I watched my son undress in front of me, his eyes constantly roaming over my body and when he pushed off his underpants to reveal the raging erection he bore I felt the breath catch in my throat. It was at that very moment that I realised who the Dominators first intended victim had been, the one they had all voted for so enthusiastically, it was me!

"Victor!" I said weakly as this realisation hit me and as he raised his hands to my breasts.

"Hush mum," he said quietly as his hands stroked my boobs "just enjoy it."

I was having no trouble in that despite all my inner shock at what was happening I was enjoying it more than I had ever enjoyed anything in my life, still a part of me wanted to put a stop to it, to end the foolishness before it went too far, but I couldn't find the will to act as I knew I should and when my son began to tease my nipples I felt only bliss as an orgasmic tide rose in me. I felt myself starting to shudder as one of my son's hands slid down my body to my pussy while he leant forward to take my nipple in his mouth, I felt like two people, one who was watching as though from a distance feeling shocked and terrified by what was happening, the other feeling wild elation at the pleasure my son's attentions were giving me and when I felt his fingers slide into my pussy while his thumb pressed on my clit I cried out in sheer delight. It never even occurred to me to wonder how a 16-year-old boy could arouse me with such seemingly experienced hands. A few seconds or minutes or hours later I felt my son's hands moving from my breast and pussy, his mouth releasing my nipple, then he was holding me firmly, I gasped as he swept me off my feet and lowered me to the carpet with my body still shaking from orgasmic bliss.

"Please Victor we mustn't!" I gasped out weakly.

I felt so mixed up and so wildly excited, I knew that if I let my son have me I would give myself to him totally, I would be his to own and I also knew that this was his wish, to make me his slave! I was torn between surrendering to him and my inner fear of what enslavement would mean, it was so confusing, but Victor felt no confusion as he came between my legs and pressed his cock to my pussy.

"VICTOR!" I cried as I felt him surging into me, my body rising of its own accord to meet him.

If I had felt ecstatic before I felt overwhelmed now as my son began to move his cock in my pussy with a deliciously slow, firm stroke, leaning over me he twisted his head to suck at one of my nipples while he used one hand to play with the other and his other arm to support himself, all my thoughts were suddenly engulfed by pure bursts of delectable sensations. As those sensations ran through me I knew that any chance I may have had to resist was gone for good, I could hear myself crying out as though I was listening from a distance, my cries begging him to 'fuck me', pleading with him to 'fill me', deep down inside I felt disgusted at my reactions, but all I could do was feel as I rode on roller coasters of ecstasy. Victor was moving faster in me and I was moving with him, it was as though my body had taken total control as it savoured what it desired to the full, in a moment of clarity I found that I had wrapped my arms and legs about his body, holding him to me as his cock slid in and out of my burning, virtually virgin pussy and my mind was overwhelmed by sensations again. Then my son thrust into me and groaned, his body trembled against mine and I felt a burst of heat deep inside me as his semen flowed thickly, screaming out my passion as my body bucked and writhed under him I let myself drown in the sheer bliss of the moment. When my peak faded I could still feel my son moving in my pussy even as his cock began to shrink, at last Victor rolled off me and I lay panting and shaking, unable to control the tremors that ran through my body or my ragged, over-excited breathing, beside me my son sat up and I sensed that he was looking down at me, turning my head I looked up at him with glazed eyes.

"You are fantastic." Victor smiled down at me, his chest heaving from his exertions.

The whole situation was bizarre, here I lay on the thick pile of the living room carpet feeling fully satisfied for the first time in my life, but it had been my own son that had given me that satisfaction! I could feel his juices start to trickle from my pussy as I lay gazing up at my son, one thing I was thankful for was that I had been sterilised at my husbands' insistence. Deep down I knew that what was happening was wrong, but I still could not believe that I had let my son seduce me. What was worse was that I knew that I would surrender myself to him again; he had touched something within me that craved to be controlled by him. Shame, guilt even fear coursed through me, but at the same time I felt fulfilled, desired and contented; right or wrong I wanted the sensations of pleasure Victor gave me.

Victors' eyes roamed over my body again; there was a smile of satisfaction on his lips and something else that I could not define in his eyes. Then he was touching me again, I gasped as I felt his fingers squeeze one of my nipples, with a will of it's own my boob pressed up to his hand as I gave a low cry of pleasure at his touch. My cry grew louder as the fingers of his other hand thrust into my pussy, as I cried out my bliss I understood what that look in my sons' eyes was, power! He knew he had power over me and inside I felt shame at my own weakness. Yet I rose to an overwhelming orgasm under his so expert touch, his fingers pushing into me with an almost cruel force that was driving me crazy. Some minutes later the words my husband had tried to say earlier came back to me and with a shocked gasp I opened my eyes to look up at my son.

"He knew!" I gasped, "Your father knew what was going to happen!"

"Of course he did," Victor smiled down at me, leant over, kissed me then went on "I told him before I told him to leave for London."

"Oh God!" I gaped at him "I know what you want of me Victor, I heard you talking the night you formed your Dominators club."

"I know you know mother," he smiled even more broadly as he reached out to stroke my boobs again "I saw you with your ear to the vent that night, I knew you had heard what we had been saying. Why do you think I wrote your name down rather than say it out loud?"

"You knew?" I gasped in disbelief.

"It was all the sweeter seducing you knowing that at some point it would occur to you that you would become my slave." he laughed "I do love you mother, more than you could ever know, but I also want you as a man wants a woman, a dominant man and a sub woman. Tonight I shall enjoy your company to the full; tomorrow you meet the other club members. For now I want you to suck me off mother, I want you to use that beautiful mouth on my cock."

"But I've never..." I faltered under his gaze.

It was his first true order to me and I knew that I would give him what he wanted, there was no point in protesting. Kneeling up as my son lay back I leant over his semi-limp cock and licked it all over before taking the tip of it into my mouth, taking a little more of him in I ran my tongue around his shaft and sucked gently. In moments my son was fully erect again, his flesh growing into my mouth as I licked and sucked at it, I was surprised that it felt so hard yet so soft at the same time.

"Move your head mother, fuck me with your mouth as you did with your cunt." Victor instructed.

I could feel tears of guilt and shame filling my eyes as I did as he ordered, sliding my mouth up and down on his hard cock and enjoying the sensation of it moving in my mouth, on my tongue and on my lips. My sons' body began to give little jerks upwards as my mouth slid down on him, then his hands came to the back of my head and I felt him push me down on him. I gagged as his cockhead pressed to the back of my throat, yet he persisted with the pressure of his hands, I knew about deep-throating from porn films and books, I had even read a guide to it that I had found online, but it was something I had never expected to do! Especially not something I had expected to have to do the first time I sucked on a man's cock. But it was clear that my son wanted me to deep-throat him and I blinked back even more tears of shame as I pushed down on his erection of my own volition.

Working slowly I pressed down on his erection, as I felt it press against the back of my throat I tried relaxing my throat muscles and fighting the gagging the sensation. When the feeling of choking got too strong I would pull back, pause a moment then push down on him again sucking a little more of his cock into my mouth each time I went down, my tongue sliding all the way forward under his cock. Gradually his cock worked its way into my throat and as I grew more used to the way it felt my gag reflexes began to weaken, at this point I tried to swallow while pushing down on him. It was with a mixture of pride, joy and shame that I felt his cock enter my throat, for a moment I stopped swallowing and breathed deeply through my nose while trying to relax even more. A few moments later I pressed down a little further and Victor made a soft moaning sound of pleasure that encouraged me to continue my efforts.

"Oh yeah," Victor groaned as I slowly worked his cockhead further into my throat "that's the way mother darling, take it all in."