My name is Gabriel, and this is a true story about how I turned my mother into a “slave mom,” which happened last year. I am a 23-year-old law student living in Mumbai with my parents. I have an average-sized dick, six inches long.

My father is a wealthy businessman, and my mother, Eliana, works as a lawyer’s assistant. She is 45 years old, with measurements of 38D-32-36. She used to be overweight but has since become a gym enthusiast and lost all that extra weight. Although she is slim now, she has retained her large breasts and an ass that would please any man.

This story takes place when I was interning at a law firm in Pune and visiting home every weekend. I had a long holiday weekend and decided not to go home; instead, I planned to stay in Pune with my girlfriend because I hadn’t had sex in three weeks. I wanted to use the holiday to sleep with her.

I called my mother to inform her of my plans. She told me that my father was leaving the city for work and asked me to come home because she wasn’t comfortable staying alone. I was disappointed, but out of respect, I went to Mumbai.

My mother welcomed me with a warm, casual hug. She was wearing gym shorts and a sports bra, suggesting she had just returned from the gym. The sports bra was tight, struggling to contain her breasts. When she hugged me, I could feel the softness of her breasts.

For some reason, that sensation triggered arousal. I thought it might be because I hadn’t had sex in three weeks. I went to my room to freshen up and came out wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I sat in the hall, calling my friends to meet them.

Then my mother came out wearing a white sleeveless V-neck shirt and a formal skirt. She told me she had to go out for a meeting and would be back by 9:00 PM. At 9:30 PM, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find her waiting outside, looking very tired.

She asked me to eat dinner and go to sleep, saying she would go straight to bed because she wasn’t feeling well. After dinner, I went to her room to check on her. She was asleep, so I simply put a blanket over her and turned to leave.

Just then, her phone screen lit up with a message from someone named Z. It read, “Today was good. I wish you could have waited a little longer since your husband is out of town.” I was confused about who this person was.

I unlocked her phone (she doesn’t use a password) and began reading the messages. They were filled with nude photos of my mother. There were all sorts of pictures. In one photo, she was performing oral sex, with the caption, “I miss you and your little monster xoxo.”

Anger surged through me. I realized she was having an affair. I considered reading through all the chats before calling my father and telling him everything. However, as I read the messages, I felt aroused. At that moment, I decided to punish her first before informing my father.

I took screenshots of all the messages, sent them to myself, and then deleted the originals from her phone. The next morning, she entered the dining room while I was having breakfast. She poured herself a glass of apple juice and sat opposite me. I casually asked her how she was feeling.

“I’m feeling better,” she said, “but I’ll have to go out for another meeting. It’s very important.”

“I know what kind of meeting you’re going to,” I replied.

She was shocked by my words and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I got up, walked over to her, and showed her my phone. As soon as she saw the images, her face drained of color. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She looked at me and asked, “What the fuck is this? Where did you get it from? Delete it right now.”

Me: Not so fast, you slut. I’ll send it to Father first, then delete it.

Mom: Please don’t do that. Let me explain.

Me: There’s nothing to explain. You cheated on my father and deserve no place in this house.

Mom: Please don’t do this. I beg you. I’ll do anything. I’ll buy you a car. I’ll buy you whatever you want.

Me: I don’t want all those things. I’m so angry at you.

Mom: What do you want, son?

Me: I know you married my father for his money and to live a lavish life. I want you to work for that money.

Mom: What do you mean?

Me: I want you to obey whatever I say. If you listen to everything, I won’t tell my father.

Mom: I agree. I will buy you whatever you want, son.

Me: I think you don’t understand me, bitch. I told you to obey whatever I say, and it doesn’t just mean buying me things. I want you to do something more. I want to see those breasts and that used pussy of yours that you open for other guys. I want you to be my slave.

My mother was shocked by these words. She didn’t know how to react, puzzled by what I said. After a moment’s thought, she looked up at me with a sly smile. I knew she had agreed and was ready to become my slave. I laid down the rules:

No clothes when I am around her. She will wake me up with a blowjob every morning. She will follow whatever I say without objection.

She nodded in agreement. I walked over to her and slapped her cheek. Tears welled up in her eyes. I ordered her to remove her clothes. She stood up, took off her top and jeans, and stood wearing a red satin bra and black cotton panties. Her breasts were straining against the fabric.

She unhooked her bra, and her breasts sprang free. I had never seen them before. They were firm for a woman in her mid-forties, with pink, erect nipples. I grabbed her hand, pulled her toward me, and placed my hands on her round ass.

I removed her panties, leaving her completely naked. I leaned in and kissed her deeply. Our tongues mingled as I ran my hands over her body—one hand playing with her breasts while the other explored her bare buttocks. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, throwing her onto the floor before sitting on the bed. I ordered her to come and undress me.

As she began to remove my shirt, I grabbed her breasts and started sucking on them. I pinched and slapped her nipples while she struggled to take off my clothes. As soon as my underwear came off, my semi-erect penis sprang into action. She gasped at the sight of it. Even though it wasn’t fully erect, it was thick enough that her body wouldn’t be able to accommodate it fully.

I held her head and brought it close to my penis. I asked her to open her mouth, but she hesitated. “I’ve never sucked a dick before,” she said. “I don’t like it.”