Chapter 2

Sindy leaned against his bedroom door, pulse pounding, her legs barely able to support her. She rubbed her neck and throat, remembering how it felt when he took her. All the memories from so long ago, all the familiar sensations came flooding back.

She was flooded by so many emotions, she couldn't think straight. Sindy stood there replaying what just happened thru her mind. The soreness from that first thrust as she willingly imprisoned herself between her sons hands and his shaft, the flared tip of his cock slowly bulldozing it's way past her tonsils, spearing her throat... her initial panic as her body fought the invasion, gagging around his girth... then dry-heaving around his shaft... and finally swallowing repeatedly like she had learned so long ago, to both bring pleasure and defeat the reflex. She remembered his face blurring as her eyes watered, the tears just on the edge of spilling over as she re-learned how to use her throat and lips to bring pleasure. she lost herself again, feeling his hands on the back of her head, cradling it as she stared up into his eyes, hers wide with panic at first, then excitement as her body remembered it's purpose... His hands gripping her head, ready to let go at the first resistance, not at all like his fathers hands, rough and demanding, squeezing... her son held her head gently, even as his thrusts became more demanding and violent, his hands gripped her like she might break. she giggled at that thought... he'd learn just how durable she was in the coming days.

What she remembered most though, were his eyes. Locked on hers. Those dark brown eyes drawing her in. she remembered the shocked pleasure on his face as he felt her throat working around his cock. Then the intense need as he rammed his cock down her throat over and over... until she shut her own eyes, when she started to panic from loss of air. Her fear of suffocating spilling over, she closed them, wanting nothing to stop her son from cumming, needing him to know that he owned her completely in that moment...

She ran her tongue along her teeth tasting the strong flavor of her son, both sweet and metallic at the same time. It wouldn't take her long to become addicted to it... which surprised her. She had never liked his fathers taste, but she had been trained by the best to live for it anyway, the fact that he reakky DID taste good just made it easier.

Sindy used her robe to mop up the wetness flowing from between her legs. she was surprised at how wet she was... But it had been so long, she realized just then how much she needed to serve... To be owned... When her pulse finally slowed she pushed away from the door and went to her room to get dressed, almost running. She smiled as she realized this was going to be an interesting and exciting day.

Tommy lay there, in a daze, the air cool on his damp and twitching cock. "I can't believe that just happened", he thought. she had done what he had never dreamed possible. she had swallowed him to the root. she said she would do whatever he wanted. Whenever he wanted. Just thinking about it was enough to make him hard again. Everything he had ever read about he could now find out about first hand.

In just one morning he had learned more than he ever dreamed. Would she let him tie her up? Or what about her ass? He also wondered what that felt like. Her throat felt fantastic as he came... would her pussy feel even better?

One thing was certain. He would find out before the day was through... He quickly began cleaning his room, not wanting to risk anything to change her mind

an hour later he heard her call out. "Tommy honey, time for breakfast", He scrambled for a pair of sweats, and ran out his door, skidding to a stop at the kitchen table. She couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?"

"After breakfast, can we... you know, do some more?"

She tried to hide her smile behind her cup of coffee. After slowly sipping she replied," Well... I tell you what. There are the dishes that need to be done..." "And... after that?" he pleaded with her.

" After you do the dishes, " she paused, some part of her unsure if this should continue. Then she sighed and looked directly at him. "we can do whatever you want for the entire weekend."

He stood there, realizing what she was saying. Slowly he smiled. "Really?"

She took his hand and leaned forward, pressing his hand into her breast as she kissed him, slowly, deeply. Then, in a soft voice she looked directly into his eyes. "I'll try to do anything, to be anything you want honey. I love you, and want you to be happy. I'm not promising I'll be able to do everything that your dirty head can come up with. But I'll try. Now you go ahead and eat. I'm going to go relax in my room. When you're finished, then we can talk about what you want to do next."

"Ok mom." Tommy shot off down the hallway.

Later that morning, Tommy knocked on her door, hoping she hadn't changed her mind. He needn't have worried.

"Come in."

He saw his mother, kneeling on the floor. She wore a velvet choker, and nothing else. She had spent her morning applying make-up, taking years off her face. She might have been his older sister when she was done. Her black hair fell loosely around her shoulders, framing her blue eyes, stopping just above the swell of her breasts. Her hands were braced behind her, her shoulders flung back, thrusting out her breasts, a c-cup, with large pointed nipples. That seemed to be begging to be touched. They were hard, though not from the cool air. Her body tapered down to her waist, narrow and slim, then flared out to her hips. She was kneeling, hiding the treasure of her slit, her fluids dripping to the floor beneath her. She smiled up at her son, and pulled him close to her, his legs to either side of her body.