Chapter 1

Sindy lay in her bed, trying to decide what to do. It had been two days since she'd found the stories under her son's bed. Part of her was shocked. He wasn't even fourteen yet. Finally, as the sun began its early rise, she got up, unable to ignore what she had found any longer.

She knocked on the door.

"Honey, are you awake? I'd like to talk to you."

"Sure mom," Tommy said, a little groggy.

She walked in looking at her son, still half asleep in bed. As she sat down across from him at his desk, her short robe rode up to her hips, giving him a view of her legs. One glimpsed only briefly through her shower door the few times he dared look. She continued to sit there, partly to let him wake up, but mostly to give her time to decide how to continue. Tommy woke up quickly, unable to take his eyes from her body. He admired the curves barely hidden beneath the thin robe, or her long shapely legs.

She looked down at the floor, unable to look him in the face, as though she were the one guilty of writing the words she had found.

"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."

Sindy reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled some papers out of her robe. Things he had hidden under his bed that he thought she did not know about. She set them on the covers in front of him, then sat back down, playing with the tie of her robe.

For several seconds that seemed like an eternity to both of them, the room was silent.

"I found them when I was making your bed the other day. I didn't know what to think at first. No... Don't explain it's ok baby. I understand. You're growing up now. You're not my little boy." she continued to play with the tie of her robe nervously. "If you want to know anything, please ask me, ok? I'm here for you."

She uncrossed her legs, and leaned forward to ruffle his hair. In that instant, he didn't know whether to look or not. He gave in and looked... but he didn't know where... he could see down her robe, just glimpsing the nipple. And her legs... he could almost see all the way up, her robe sliding open. Then it hit him. This is his mom. He turned red immediately. If she knew what he thought... what he wanted. He went an even deeper red.

"What's wrong honey?" then she looked down. "Oh. It's me isn't it? I guess I should cover up." But she didn't move. She just sat there, her hand moving down from his hair. To his cheek, caressing.

He lay in his bed under the covers, confused. He looked up, trying to read her face. To understand.

"I read these stories. I don't know where you got them. But, judging by some of the stains... you liked them."

He looked away, not sure how to face her. Those stories were a secret he'd had for almost a year now. They were more than a little embarrassing to have her reading. Then he felt her hand, resting on his stomach, move lower.

"I even liked some of them. Do you know which ones?" Sindy asked him, while her hand rubbed at his crotch, pressing against his cock, hardening it almost instantly. She felt her hand tremble a little, but whether it was from nervousness or desire she didn't know as she watched his eyes widen in surprise. She smiled a little and continued.

"Mmm... and I think we liked the same ones... like this one... where this boys mom is hypnotized into being his sex slave. It was very... erotic. Is that something you'd like honey?"

He nodded, not sure he trusted his voice. "Tell me", she said. "Tell me which ones you liked... which ones you wished you could see, or would happen." Then she stood up. Her hands were shaking a little as she untied her robe. Then she stood there, robe untied, her breasts almost visible, and the smooth skin of her crotch open to his view. My god, my mom shaves! He could get the barest glimpse of her pussy.

"Well, are you going to tell me your favorite? Or should I leave?"

"NO! Stay... please... I uh..." Tommy had to think fast. He snapped out of it. He wondered if it was some kind of trick... some form of punishment. He decided to push the limits. "Well... yeah, the mom/slave one is one of my favorites... I like the part where she is coming out of it, and realizes she is doing not just her son, but the dog." he waited, looking at her face, wondering what she'll do or say.

She smiled. "mmm... I don't know if I'll do THAT for you... (at least not yet she thought) but I can think of a lot of things I would do. And all you have to do is ask me honey. It's been a long time for me, and I think you could learn a lot from me." she stood there, trying to decide if she should take the next step.

"Do I?" she thought. She looked down at her son, looking at his face, so expectant... hopeful. What she wanted was so wrong. To serve her own young child like this was just... wrong. Yet she wanted it. She wanted to serve her son the way she served the father, so long ago. She remembered those nights as a young girl, barely thirteen. How she had gotten there was not important. But she had found her way into the home of a wealthy man. A virile, perverted old man, who kept her only as a slave. But he was wealthy. And when he passed away, part of his wealth became hers. If nothing more than to keep her quiet.

Now, 15 years later, their son was turning out to be just like his father. Or was he simply being what his mother needed? All of these thoughts went through her mind in the time it took for her to reach up to the top of her robe, and pull it off her shoulders. She almost beat its fall to the floor, as she went to her knees, kneeling before her son's bed.

He lay there expecting her to leave the room, or to wake up from this dream. What he did not expect was to see her naked, standing there, before him, her nipples hard, small waist. To see her hips flaring out to those legs. And for an instant, before she hit the ground, the moist lips he had come out of as a child.

Then all thought left his mind as he felt the covers pull back. She knew she'd have to take the lead at first. She was his mother, used to her being in control. in charge. And that was still true in many things... but here, now... she existed only to serve him. To serve his lusts. All of them. Even the one he had asked, if he were serious, and he had still wanted that of her... after she had shown him all she could do for him. Sindy knew that she would do it. If only because he asked her to. But first, she had to show him he was in charge. She was his in the bedroom. She was his toy. So she showed him the only way she could think of.

Sindy pulled his shorts down away from his hard cock, and took the tip into her mouth, looking up into his eyes every second, as she let him slide deeper, until the tip reached the entrance to her throat. She smiled around as cock as she heard him groan, then she pulled back. Her hands searched out his own, and she brought them to the back of her head, as she took him back into her mouth. Then when the tip reached her throat again, she took a deep breath through her nose, and pressed his hands on the back of her head.

The tip pushed deeper, into her throat, choking off the air. Her eyes watered. Choking noises came from her throat, but she pressed his hands onto her head, driving his cock deeper, until all she could do was make gulping noises, her mouth and nose buried against the smooth skin of his crotch. Her throat, convulsing, caressing his cock, it was only then that she closed her eyes, lost in the feeling of submitting like this. Her hands fell away from his to rest on his thighs, gripping, to leave her son's pressed on the back of her head, gripping, gently. She turned over control to her body, to her very ability to breathe, to her son and his needs.

Meanwhile, Tommy had his own wide eyes glued to her lips tightly wrapped around his cock. He was panting, his cock flexing inside the warm, wet, sucking cavern of his mother's mouth. He held her there, until she looked up at him. The expression on her face was almost unreadable... lust, desire, need. She wanted this. She actually LIKED having this done to her. Then it was replaced by one of worry, imploring him, begging. He wasn't holding her down hard... but she wasn't going to come up unless he let her!

He held her there for a moment longer, then released her head, moaning again as the tip of his cock rubbed against first her throat, then her tongue, then her lips as she pulled off him completely.

She gasped for air, pulling up onto her hands, braced against his legs, pulling air into her lungs. Then she smiled at him, her chest heaving, her breasts open to his hungry stare.

"My god baby... I didn't think you'd let me up there for a moment!"

"I'm sorry mom... I didn't know... I just..."

She went back down, talking between licks. "no... It's ok honey. I don't mind. You can do whatever you want. Just... be careful ok? You don't want to break your toy before you've seen everything it can do, do you? And I can do..." she went down, all the way again, humming until his cock again choked off her air, then slid him back out, "... so much more for you."

He moaned, hands gripping her shoulders, lost in the feel of his first blowjob. "Ohgodmom... d-doesn't that hurt? I mean... I see tears in your eyes... and it can't feel good to you!"

"Oh honey... you have no idea what feels good for me. I used to have to do this all the time for your father. I'm just not used to it... it's been a long time since I did this. But I knew you'd like this" she said as she again went down on him "... mmmm... ulg... uhn... mmm... GASP..." she came back up from the root. "It'll just take me awhile to get used to it again. You don't mind if I practice on you? Besides... now we can both find out what you like as we go alo-" she gasped in surprise as she felt his hand on her head, pulling her back down, his hips driving upwards into his mother's throat.

"He learns fast!" she thought as she felt the shaft fuck into her mouth, deep and fast. She thought about resisting a little at first, so she could draw out his pleasure. But she decided against it. This was his first time... if this was how he wanted her, she would not refuse him. So she gave in completely, surrendering to his hands, his hips... and most of all to his cock, which left and entered her throat so fast, she was able to only get short gasps of air between thrusts.

"I am his, this is for him, I am his, this is for him" she thought in time with his thrusts, over and over. She looked up into his eyes, and saw the lust, the need. "God I love him so much. He looks just like his father right now". Then she closed her lust filled eyes, not wanting the fear of choking to stop her son, to dissuade him from taking her like this. He would cum soon she knew... and if she came close to choking, then she would accept that. Just like she did with his father.

Meanwhile, her son was lost in a frenzy of lust, his needs finally overcoming the awkwardness of suddenly finding his own mother a sextoy. He watched her eyes on him, watched her surrender her mouth to his cock, as he continued to thrust. He took her like any 14-year-old boy would on his first time. Hard, fast, as though she would disappear, or stop before he could cum. so he drove his cock into her mouth repeatedly, fast, deep strokes, moaning and panting the whole time. He felt her body tense, as her eyes closed, but never having done this before, did not realize that he was strangling her slowly. Every second that he used her, every second that brought him closer to cumming also brought her closer to unconsciousness. She opened her eyes, and saw dark circles in front of them. "Cum baby... please cum baby" she thought over and over, hoping. As though from far away, she heard him cry out, and felt the pulsing of her boys cock as he drove it all the way, leaving it deep in her throat. Only then did she resist his hands, and only just this once. She desperately wanted to taste his first cum. To taste the cum of her son's first orgasm in a woman, the cum of her new lover. Her new master.

Then she collapsed on top of his stomach, resisting the urge to cough up what her son deposited inside her, breathing slowly through her nose, despite her bodies desperate need for air, her head spinning. Then, when her heart had stopped racing, she ran her son's cum across her tongue, savoring it... tasting it. Then she turned her head, to look up into her son's face, opened her mouth so he could see the remains of his cum. When she was certain he had seen, she closed her mouth, smiled, and swallowed, letting it join the rest of his cum.

He lay there, panting as well, his hand resting limply on her head, his cock twitching in the cool air as his mother's saliva dried on his still hard cock. He twitched a little as he felt her fingers play over the shaft, feathery touches gently caressing him.

"So what did you think of your first blowjob", she asked, her voice little more than a husky whisper.

"I liked it a lot."

"Really? I couldn't tell," she said, teasing him.

In response his hand briefly gripped her hair, as though pulling her mouth back onto his cock.

She smiled, and in a trained reaction immediately opened her mouth to accommodate him. Then she stopped. "Again so soon? You know, there are other things you can do with me honey." she snaked her tongue out, licking up the last bit of cum from the tip. "You have my whole body to play with... in any way you want"

She watched him as she spoke, seeing the realization slowly sink in.

"Anyway at all?"

"Yes."

'I don't get it mom w-" his question broke off into a moan as he felt her mouth gently nurse on the tip of his cock, her tongue tracing circles on the underside of the crown. After several seconds of cock hardening mouthing, she pulled back to look at her son.

She sat there a moment, her hands on her throat, remembering what had just been there, then she moved them down, to caress her breasts, pinching the nipples, pulling them, rubbing the hard nubs, sending shivers down to her pussy.

"I want you to know what it is like to have a woman who will do everything you could ever imagine honey. There are not many women who would do that." She leaned forward, until she was crouched over his head, her breasts just inches from his face. She held herself up on one arm, and rubbed the side of his head. "There aren't many women out there who are willing to do whatever that lusty little mind of yours can come up with. You might ask her to do something that she finds disgusting. But I'm pretty sure you won't find any limits with me." Then she sat back completely, and almost looked like the mom he knew, giving him lectures. Which, combined with her being naked, and her dripping wetness onto his bare leg, just made it even more erotic. " I just have two rules."

He looked up at her, crestfallen, knowing this had been to good to be true. "What are they?"

"Well, first, whatever we do sexually, I am still your mother in all other things. If your homework slips, if you don't do your chores, I am off limits. And if you rape me, you will never have me willingly again. And believe me baby, you'll want me willing." She ground her pelvis into his knee, moaning quietly as she did so, closing her eyes.