SANDRA'S SUBMISSION

My name is Sandra, and candidly I'm not sure why I am sharing this story with you. I guess it's because deep down I feel I've behaved terribly and this is an attempt to get things off my chest and clear my conscience. You see, for the last few months I've been sleeping with my son, Brad. The sad part is that although I am emotionally conflicted, I just can't help myself and have no intention of stopping.

Maybe I should backtrack a bit to explain how I found myself in this predicament. The real story begins just about 11 months ago. At the time, I was a pretty typical career woman of 43, divorced for nine years. My job as a junior executive kept me busy and, as a result, I did not have much time for dating. In fact, I had not been on a date in almost two years--not that I didn't long for male companionship, mind you.

Brad was home from college for Christmas break and had picked up some odd hours working at a local hardware megastore. I had been keeping crazy hours myself on an assignment, so I didn't get to spend as much time with his as I would have liked. My team and I finally wrapped up the project and made our presentation to senior management, which could not have gone any better. My boss was very pleased by the outcome, and since he knew how many hours I'd been putting in, told me to go home early and relax for a change. I had been so nervous about the meeting, I barely slept the evening before, and so getting released at one o'clock on a Friday was just what the doctor ordered.

I drove home with the top down, one of the perks of living in Arizona during the winter. I was feeling somewhat giddy, pleased with myself, and couldn't wait to tell Brad about his mom's success. I also made a mental note to call my daughter, Julie, as I knew she'd want to know. Julie was a year older than Brad, and had married her high school sweetheart only a year after graduation. Her husband Rich took a job in another state, so I rarely saw her and missed her greatly.

When I arrived home, I saw another car in my spot on the driveway, and realized it belonged to my son's girlfriend, April. I parked on the street and headed in to share the good news. I walked around the house and didn't see anyone, so I looked out the kitchen window towards our pool. To say I was shocked by what I saw would be a huge understatement! April was lying on her back on a chaise lounge, her legs spread wide, completely naked. My equally bare son was on his knees between her legs, obviously licking her sex.

Brad was 21 at the time and I had long assumed he was no virgin, but I guess I just never imagined him doing something like that in my own backyard. April had her hands on top of my son's head and I could just make out whimpering sounds through the open window. Brad's arm was moving and it looked like he was fingering her as he worked his tongue. As shocked as I was, I couldn't turn my eyes away. Part of me wanted to run outside and put a stop the lewd display and part of me wanted to turn my heels and run away, yet there I stood.

I moved to the side a bit to hide myself as best I could, but I watched with rapt attention. Even though I had enjoyed a decent sex life, I would not have called it remotely adventurous. On a couple of occasions, I may have done some heavy petting outdoors, but nothing like what my son and his girlfriend were doing so openly. I had never even viewed a porn video, so this was the first time I'd ever actually seen someone make love. As weird as it was to watch my son and his girlfriend, a titillating thrill ran though my body at my overt voyeurism.

April's groans began to get louder and her hips began rolling back and forth, pressing into Brad's face. Under other circumstances, I would have been worried about the neighbors overhearing, but at that moment, I was getting desperate to see more so I really didn't care. My son's arm moved faster as I'm sure he sensed her urgency. I stood rooted to the ground, knowing I was actually about to see another woman cum for the first time.

I hate to admit it, but at that moment my blood was flowing like never before and my pussy was getting warm and wet. The sight was so intoxicating; April's taut young body was glistening with sweat as she rode Bradley's face. It had been ages since I'd been licked and I so missed it. I found myself feeling jealous of April and the attention she was obviously enjoying.

I couldn't help but grasp my skirt and drag it up my legs. An instant later, my right palm was pressed between my legs, as I began diddling my sex. Truth be told, I did masturbate fairly regularly, but I had never done it in the kitchen, and certainly never while watching something like that.

Just seconds after I started touching myself, April arched her back and thrust her crotch into Brad's face as she came with a roar. I had never before even contemplated another woman's orgasm, but she really looked lovely in the throes of passion. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had rolled back in her head, clearly basking in the sensations.

My fingers quickened as I stroked my pussy with a fever I never would have expected. I wondered if the show was over or if there was an act two I could take in. It probably makes me sound sick, but the display was driving me crazy with desire.

After April relaxed back onto the lounge, Brad got to his feet and stood next to her. His left side was towards me, and instantly my eyes were drawn to his groin. My son's cock was fully erect, standing almost directly upright from his crotch. I had not seen him naked since he was a boy, and never like that, but Bradley certainly was no little boy anymore. He was clearly larger than my ex-husband, and even bigger than the other three men I had been with in my life. It was not obscenely large, but appeared to be at least eight inches from where I stood. I instantly wondered what it would feel like buried inside me.

Brad said something to April which I could not make out, and then he reached his strong arms under her legs and back and easily lifted her off the lounge. A moment later he tossed her shrieking into the pool. April landed with a splash and I wondered if I should run before being found out.

Brad moved to the edge of the pool and sat down facing me. His feet dangled in the water, and his legs were spread wide, opening his crotch to my gaze. He had a big smile on his face, and I could see his penis was still hard as a rock. I heard him say, "Get over here bitch, time to suck my cock."

I was shocked by my son's boldness, but also felt a shiver run through my body. For years I had fantasized about being taken by a demanding man, being forced to submit to his every whim. My pussy was literally flowing and my little panties were soaking wet.

April paddled her way toward my son until she stood before him in waist-deep water. Her body blocked my view of Brad's proud cock, but when she leaned over it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what she was doing. I could see her head moving up and down, and knew she must have taken him in her mouth.

My son had one arm on the deck for balance while the other rubbed the back of his girlfriend's head. He began mouthing encouragement to her. I could barely make out what he was saying, so I moved closer to the window.

"That's it baby, suck my cock you little slut," he told her, and I felt my knees go weak. All of my previous lovers had treated me with such kid gloves, and I was ashamed to tell them I longed to be treated like a dirty girl, just how Brad was treating April.

I had never fantasized about my son before that moment, but I wondered what it would be like to be in her place. The idea of having Bradley's large cock in my mouth, sucking him hard as he called me names, made me amazingly hot. I had never really enjoyed giving head, but I was filled with great desire, almost a need, to do just that. My tongue circled my lips as I imagined running it across his hard shaft, my hand still moving against the folds of my sex. Within seconds I was in the throes of an orgasm, and I had to grab the countertop to keep from falling over.

As my head cleared a bit post-climax, I felt guilt, but not enough to look away. In for a penny, in for a pound, I figured, and desperately wanted to know what, if anything would happen next.

Brad grabbed a fistful of April's hair and began thrusting his hips towards her. He was mumbling something I could not make out, but imagined he was telling her what a little slut she was. In spite of my orgasm, my fingers slowly moved across my overheated sex as I reveled in the show the young lovers were putting on.

I couldn't help but stare at my son's handsome face. I had long known he was a beautiful boy, but until that time had never really seen what a powerful looking man he had become. With his dark hair and eyes, the high cheek bones, he looked like a Greek god. I could see his muscular arms holding his girlfriend's head while his solid chest glistened with sweat or cocoa butter.

Lord help me, but Brad was turning me on like I had never been before. I was literally praying I'd see his orgasm, wanting him to enjoy the moment as much as I was myself. Any mother wants her children to be happy, but this was new territory for me completely.

Before long my son removed his arm from the deck and engulfed April's head in both palms. From their movements, he appeared to be fucking her face. The look on Brad's face was one I'd never seen before. His head was back and he was gritting his teeth, obviously enjoying what she was doing to him. Only moments later I heard him grunting as his body convulsed, and I instantly knew he was emptying into her mouth.

My second orgasm in only minutes washed over me as I watched my only son cum. I had never seen anything remotely that erotic, and I was driven over the edge. Never would I have imagined being so turned on by viewing my boy get off, yet turned on I was. I found myself gasping to catch my breath, my fingers soaked in my juices and my legs weak.

I was conflicted, partially wanting to stay to see if something else might happen between my son and his girl, and partially needing to get away before being found in such a compromising position. My levelheaded side won out and I removed my hand from my overheated sex. The kids had not moved, so I quickly rinsed off my hands in the sink and made a beeline for my car.

I drove away literally numb, almost as if I'd had too much to drink. I had no idea where I was going; I just had to get away. Somehow I ended up in the parking lot of our local mall, but was too afraid to go inside as it was filled with holiday shoppers. My panties were so wet I was sure I probably had a stain on my skirt, plus I suspected that I smelled like a whorehouse.

As I sat there in silence, I could not get the images of Brad and April out of my head. I felt ashamed that I'd intruded on an intimate moment between them, yet much more so for what I had done. I had actually rubbed myself off to not one but two orgasms as I watched my son make love with his girlfriend. Depraved does not do justice to how I felt about myself, yet the more I thought about what I had witnessed, the more turned on I became. I wondered what they did after I left. Did Brad fuck April? Did he pound her petite body with his hard cock? Try as I may, I could not get the pictures out of my mind.

I found myself scanning the parking lot to see if anyone was near. Looking back now, I tell myself that it must have been momentary insanity, but I lifted my skirt up a bit and eased my legs open. Trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible, I snaked my hand under my skirt and once again touched my womanhood.

My mind replayed a nonstop highlight reel of not only what I had seen, but of other things they may have done since I'd left. I saw Brad's tongue inside April's pussy, and I wondered how she felt. To my own shock, I also wondered how she tasted. Would she taste differently than I did? I was in such a state of sexual bliss, I didn't even realize it when I brought my sticky fingers up to my mouth to lick them. Is this what my baby tasted when he loved her? And what did he taste like, I mused, my only son? My fingers ran in and out of my mouth like I was sucking a hard cock.

I was lost in the moment. My mind and body had entered a place I had never been before, and I felt yet another climax coming on. My fingers returned to my pussy and I began stroking furiously, not caring that I was in a public parking lot. The orgasm that hit me was even greater than those I had experienced in my kitchen earlier. For the first time in my life, I felt like a complete slut, and I loved it.

After I regained a measure of composure, I left the mall and went on a long drive. I found it hard to shake the images troubling my mind, but after an hour of wandering, turned my car towards home. It was almost five o'clock, so I assumed Brad and April would have finished their interlude and would be respectful, if they were even home at all.

When I finally arrived back home, I was relieved to find the driveway empty of both cars. The thought of facing my son was daunting as I was just sure my face would somehow portray either guilt or lust. I almost ran inside to get out of my clothes and into the shower to wash away all signs of my sins. My body tingled all over as the water cascaded over me and I caressed my sensitive skin.

After drying myself off, I slipped into a silky pair of pajamas and made my way downstairs. I found a note from Brad on the kitchen counter, very close to where I had watched the earlier display, stating that he was working the late shift that evening. After I read it, I put it down and stared out the window at the empty chaise lounge. I found it impossible to forget what I had seen, and had to turn away before I felt the need to get myself off again.

I had to relax so I opened a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass. I knew Brad would not be home until late, so I fixed dinner and reluctantly ate alone. After the events of the day, I longed for company, but given how wantonly I had behaved, I consoled myself with the thought that I was better off alone.

I probably had one drink too many while I watched a romantic comedy on TV that night, but decided to head to bed rather than face my son feeling tipsy. With my mind addled by alcohol and my nerves on edge, I was unsure just what I might do or say when I saw him.

When my body touched the soft sheets, I was enveloped by an erotic feeling of warmth and contentment. The silky pjs felt so good against my skin and the buzz in my head made me feel more alive than sleepy. I closed my eyes and imagined Brad throwing me into the pool, both of us just as naked as jaybirds. Much like he had done with April, he then looked me right in the eye and demanded, "Get over here and suck my cock, mom."

I found myself whimpering as the thoughts raced through my head. My own son was commanding me to give him a blow job, and I was only too ready to comply. In my mind it was me between Brad's legs, taking his hardness in my mouth as April had done. I wanted to taste him, smell him and love him like only a mother can.

I could almost taste his pre-cum as I began to frig myself for the fourth time that day. The silk pajamas felt so soft against my sex as I caressed my special place. In my entire life, I don't think I'd ever come more than twice in a single day, yet there I was ready for number four ,and at that point, I would not have bet against more.

My thoughts also turned to April. She really was a lovely girl, the former high school cheerleader who obviously had not lost her figure. In my mind's eye, I saw her once again on the lounge chair, her small but perky breasts rising and falling as she fought to catch her breath from what Brad had done to her with his tongue. Her nipples were pink and small, yet looked perfectly placed atop her tender young breasts. Her blonde hair tossed about as she lost herself in orgasmic delight at the hands of my loving son, and I could not have been more jealous of her.

God, my body was on fire as I frantically stroked myself. And not to some anonymous fantasy male like I had done in the past, but thinking of my own son and his lovely girlfriend. I closed my eyes and rubbed rapidly, my hips rocking into my hand as hard as I could. Within minutes I had successfully brought myself off to two strong orgasms. I was sweating profusely and my sheets were damp, but I was too spent to take another shower. Exhausted, I rolled to the other side of the bed and finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I awoke feeling tired and a bit lightheaded, and instantly recalled the events from the previous day. I felt guilty for having invaded Brad's privacy, and also by my actions. Masturbating in the kitchen was bad, but remembering that I did it in a mall parking lot was horrifying. What if I'd been caught and my friends and work colleagues found out?

Yet even as I lay there I felt my pulse quickening as blood flowed to my crotch. I kept seeing image after image of my son and April going at each other and I was getting warmer by the moment. I spread my legs and began rubbing myself once more. I felt really naughty knowing Brad was probably in his bed just down the hall as I fingered my wet slit. I had to muffle moans as I caressed myself to a shuddering climax.

After a long rest I rolled out of bed and made my way to the shower. A wicked part of me wanted to bring Brad breakfast in bed wearing only a skimpy teddy, smelling of sex, yet I thought better of it. The warm water felt wonderful as I cleansed my body. Too bad I could not cleanse my dirty mind.

Brad came downstairs about 30 minutes after I did, dressed only in a pair of athletic shorts. I had not seen him since I had watched him cum, and a shiver ran down my spine. My eyes wandered his body as he poured himself a cup of coffee, and I couldn't help but sneak a peek at his bulge.

My son sat across from me and I tried my best to appear normal. He asked about the presentation and I excitedly filled him in on the details. I was thrilled that he had big smile on his face as he listened to every word intently. I felt a bit self-conscious with him looking at me with such loving eyes, so I stood up to put my mug in the dish washer. Brad got up right after me and pulled me into his arms in a big bear hug. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I'm so proud of you, Mom." It was no wonder April was crazy about him!

Over the following few days before Brad left for school, I found myself thinking of him all the time, and toyed with my pussy in bed every evening. It was hard to see him as simply my son after what I'd witnessed and my nerves felt on edge every minute I was around him.

I hate to admit this, but on more than one occasion I ducked out of work early in the hopes of sneaking another illicit show between Brad and April. I also found myself walking past his bedroom in the hopes of catching him undressed so I could once again see his perfect penis. All attempts were for naught, however, so I was left to the images in my mind as I rubbed myself off night after night.

When Brad left for school in early January, I cried myself to sleep, feeling like something precious had been stolen from me. Since he was attending a university several states away, I knew I likely would not see him until Spring Break at the earliest. I had become drunk with my son's presence and masculinity, and his being so far away left me empty.

In all honesty, with the hours I had been putting in at work, I had let myself go a bit. The day after Brad returned to university, I signed up at a local gym that was popular with women from work. At 43, I thought I looked pretty good overall, but certainly could stand to lose a good fifteen pounds. I stand 5'5" tall, with short brown hair and a pretty face. People have told me my best feature is my smile, but I personally like my eyes, which are large and a rich, warm shade of brown. I think that if they were honest, the few men I had been with would say my best feature is my breasts, which are on the larger side but fit well on my frame and offset my rounder hips.

It turns out that I found it easy to keep motivated, only partially willing to acknowledge that I wanted desperately to recapture my youth as best as I could in the hopes that my son might someday notice. I worked out at least three days a week, and then usually went home to swim laps in the pool. I had been wearing a conservative one-piece suit for a while and was determined to get back into a bikini by the summer.

I had hoped the workouts would help alleviate my frustrations and occupy my mind, but the opposite was true. The harder I got the blood pumping through my veins, the more it seemed to flow to my erogenous zones. Every evening found me on my back, rubbing my pussy.

As I said before, I had never seen a pornographic movie, but I suddenly really wanted to. I had been so turned on watching Brad and April make love, I was sure I'd get off seeing others in similar positions. Of course I was too chicken to rent one from the local video store, so late at night I found myself doing internet searches to see what was out there. As luck would have it, there was a lot!

I discovered a free movie site where you could do a keyword search to look at video clips. I thought back to the day I saw the kids having sex, and wanted to relive it in a more graphic way. Night after night I typed in words like "voyeur" and "oral," then watched the movies that flickered across my screen.

The more I watched, the more I wanted kinkier images. I felt more depraved as I searched using phrases like "mature, lesbian, threesome, submissive and incest." As each clip played, I imagined myself as one of the actors, giving or taking whatever she got. I found myself gravitating to the incest and D/s videos. Watching older women submit themselves to younger men, especially when it involved family play, made me crazy with desire. I rubbed my wet pussy to orgasm after orgasm sitting there in front of the computer in my den.

During another internet search, I stumbled across an erotic story site named Literotica. It proved to be a treasure trove of material to fuel my masturbatory fantasies. I had felt guilt about my feelings towards my son, but the Incest story category on Literotica was one of the most popular, based on the number of submissions. Even though my mind was troubled, at least I knew I was not alone reveling in my fetish.

On the video site one evening, I watched a scene where a dominant woman actively worked a dildo in and out of her submissive lesbian lover's pussy, making me unbelievably hot. When the clip ended I closed my eyes and pictured April fucking me with a hard toy, making me beg for more. There and then I made the decision to purchase a vibrator of my own. Until that time I was strictly a finger girl, but suddenly, I needed deeper penetration.

I passed a small adult boutique on my way to and from work every day, and made it a point to stop in the next day. I was very nervous entering the store, afraid that it would be filled with creepy men just waiting to pounce on me, but I was pleasantly surprised. The store was clean and brightly lit, and from the displays, the shop was clearly designed for women. I appeared to be the only customer; the only other person in the store was a girl of about 20 behind the counter. She gave me a smile and said hello, but did not run over to help me. Having some space to acclimate made me feel better.

I wandered the aisles until I came upon a wall of sex toys of every size, shape and color. I felt myself blushing at I looked at some of the plastic cocks, large with fake veins running their prodigious length. There must have been at least 100 different options, and I had no idea what I wanted. My pussy became wet as I contemplated playing with each and every one.

In all my life, I don't think I'd ever been as nervous as when I asked the young salesgirl for assistance. Andrea, according to her nametag, could not have been more helpful. She must have sensed my discomfort because she took her time to explain the alternatives. I admitted I had never owned one, but wanted something that vibrated, so she pointed out a few of the options. One in particular reminded me of Brad's penis, so I naturally gravitated towards it. When I picked it up to look it over, she said, "You've got good taste; that's one of our best sellers."

I was still blushing when she rang me up, and even more so when she handed me the bag and said with a wink, "Enjoy."

She clearly knew what I was going to do with it, which made me feel dirty, but oddly hot too. Knowing that a pretty young girl understood that I was going home to fuck myself flooded my pussy. As I sat behind the wheel, I actually contemplated taking it for a test drive right there in the parking lot, but decided to tease myself and wait until I got home.

I drove like Mario Andretti, desperate to get behind closed doors to pleasure myself. I made only one brief stop to pick up batteries, and then raced towards my house once more. Once safely inside, my hands were literally shaking as I fought to get the vibrator out of the hard plastic wrapper.

Finally holding it in my hands, I quickly rinsed it off in the kitchen sink. My hands stroked it with sudsy water as though I was caressing a hard cock. I looked out the window into the back yard where I had seen Brad and April make love. It was easy to imagine rubbing my son's cock as the slippery tool ran back and forth between my fingers.

After drying off my new toy, I unscrewed the base and slid in the batteries. Reattaching the end, I twisted the vibrator into the "on" position. Instantly I heard a soft humming sound as the plastic dick began to shiver in my hand. I was so ready to feel it deep inside of me.

I suddenly had a dirty thought. Rather than go to my own room, I instead made my way to Brad's. I slowly peeled off all my clothes except my panties and climbed onto his bed. I was amazingly hot, knowing I was invading my son's private sanctuary without permission. Deep down, I wished he were there to punish me for my indiscretion.

I set the vibrator to its lowest setting and began tracing it around my hard nipples before running it down my abdomen. I softly teased it over my mound, and I instantly shuddered as the tip glanced across my swollen clit. God, I was going to love my new purchase!

As much as I wanted to fuck myself, I also wanted to delay my orgasm as long as possible. I eased it up and down my slit, torturing myself with soft contact. With each pass, I added just a hint more pressure until I was using the tip to press my soaking undies inside my pussy.

Suddenly, I couldn't wait any longer and almost ripped the panties from my body. I felt depraved as I draped them over my face to smell my arousal, before driving the toy deep inside myself. My mind reeled as I imagined cute little Andrea from the toy store sitting on my face, forcing me to smell and taste her while the big cock penetrated my tender pussy.

In my mind's eye, I saw my daughter Julie holding the cock and driving it into me. I had never pictured her in my fantasies before, but I moaned out loud at the thought. She had always been such a good girl that it was shocking to think of her that way, yet the taboo vision excited me immensely. I could almost hear her saying, "Lick my pussy, Mom," as she rammed the fake prick inside me.

I then dreamed Brad was between my legs, driving his hard cock into me over and over again. For some reason, it just felt so right picturing my son taking me that way. My pussy was so wet, the plastic toy easily slid in and out. I could almost see him pulling my legs over his shoulders to fuck me harder than I ever had been before. It was not making love; it was hard animalistic sex, the likes of which I'd never known.

My hips rocked in time with each thrust. I had never had a vibrator inside of me, and the feeling was simply amazing. I fucked myself rapidly and on occasion eased it out to tease my rock-hard clit. I was in sensory overload as I came harder and faster than ever before. I felt like a complete slut and I loved it.

My body was literally covered in sweat, and Brad's comforter was soaked by my perspiration. I lay back with my legs spread wide, gasping to catch my breath. As my head cleared, I did feel a hint of guilt, but much less than I had only weeks before. With each passing day, rubbing myself off to visions of my son and others, I guess I had become more resigned to my kinky nature.

Not much changed over the following weeks. I'm surprised I was able to hold onto my job as I could barely think of anything other than sex, or more accurately, sex with my son and a bevy of young girls. My panties seemed perpetually wet and my nipples constantly stiff as I tried my best to remain level headed.

I found myself reaching out to my children more than I had in ages. I used every excuse to e-mail or text them, trying to appear every bit the concerned parent. I wanted updates on their lives, and encouraged them to share their troubles. I questioned Brad about April and girls on campus, and Julie about her relationship with Rich, trying not to be too overt, of course. In reality, I longed to hear dirty details, but could never actually come out and ask.

Little did they know, on many an evening, as I typed a message to them on one hand, I was rubbing my cunt with the other. God, I cannot believe I used the "C -word!" I had always thought it the single vilest word in the English language, yet suddenly it seemed so appropriate. I had a cunt! A hot wet cunt, starving for attention!

I was looking forward to Spring Break with baited breath, as I assumed my son would be home for the week. Much to my disappointment, Brad announced he was going to Cancun with friends for some rest and relaxation. Reading the words in his e-mail brought tears to my eyes, devastated by the thought I would most likely not see him until his graduation in May.

I tried to clear my mind after the sad news and focus more on work, yet that proved much harder than I'd imagined. It seemed like no matter where I went, I found something or someone that turned me on. A new administrative assistant was assigned to my group, and Tabatha was simply lovely. She was just out of secretarial school, all of twenty years old, but as confident as a girl of her age could be. I was used to having assistants kowtow to my wishes, but Tabby always appeared willing to add her two cents and never backed down from a challenge. In my mind's eye, I pictured myself submitting to her, even though I was her boss and over twice her age. On more than one occasion, she caught me looking at her and I wondered what went on in her head as she certainly did not appear offended.

Since I was denied Spring Break with my son, I threw myself even harder into my workouts. Looking in the mirror, I could see my body slowly changing, and wanted to make other changes to my appearance, as well. One decision I made was to grow my hair out. I knew most men loved long hair, but I had always kept my own fairly short. No more. I wanted to be the raven-haired vixen thrashing her locks about as she was fucked, just like in the videos I watched most evenings. I thought it would look great alongside my dark eyes. I also began shaving my crotch for the first time in ages, loving the slick feeling when I played with myself.

After the three months I had been growing it, my hair had lengthened although not as much as I would have liked. I had it styled and highlighted which I thought took years off my face. For a forty-something woman, I was pretty damn pleased with how I looked.

I had been shopping to pick out a new outfit for the occasion. Since the commencement was going to be outdoors, I purchased a really cute sundress which was very colorful and hugged my body nicely. Because I had lost about twelve pounds, I also picked up a couple of new skirts that fit my sleeker form as well. Feeling spunkier than I had in years, I wanted to show off my hips, legs and breasts. I had always been somewhat self-conscious about my large chest, but no longer. My tits were great and if people wanted to look, so be it. I also purchased a number of skimpy bra and panty combos to make me feel sexy.

When the big weekend finally arrived, I picked up April and we headed for Brad's college. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight top, looking as cute as ever. We had the top down and the wind tossed her blond locks like she was a Cosmo cover model. I tried my best to contain my excitement and keep my eyes on the road instead of her tanned legs. I was titillated by the thought that we would be sharing a room, and devilishly pondered the possibilities.

I had made the daring decision to pack my special plastic friend, hidden in my bag. I figured at the very least Brad and April might want some alone time at his apartment, so I might enjoy a bit of solo playtime. In my mind, I also thought of sexy scenarios that could occur with my pretty young roomie. I imagined her finding it and teasing me, then using it upon me.

We checked into our hotel room before April called to let my son know we'd made it safely. We made plans to meet for dinner, but my ex-husband was going to be there with his new wife, which was highly disappointing. Fortunately, Julie and Rich would be there as well, which made things more tolerable.

April took the first shower and a few minutes later came out of the bathroom with only a large bath towel wrapped around her. I stole a few glances at her as I pretended to get ready for my own bathroom time. I stalled as long as I could, hoping to see her naked again, but finally made my way into the shower. I felt naughty as I left the door open a crack, hoping she'd peek at me while I made myself ready. I was feeling so randy I wanted to rub myself off, but thought better of doing something so overt. God, it was going to be a long weekend!

I dressed in one of my new skirts and revealing tops, wanting to impress Brad and April, but also flaunt myself in front of my ex. April wore a really short peach skirt, and a cute white top. She looked all fresh and innocent, but I knew better. I so wanted to get my hands under that skirt and take a taste of her sweet kitty.

Plans were made to meet at the restaurant and my anxiety grew with every mile we drove. I was afraid I'd be too overt in my actions towards my son or his girlfriend. I kept repeating, "Stay calm, Sandra," over and over in my head. When we walked in the door we made our way towards the bar, and my eyes made contact with my son almost instantly. Momentarily throwing calm out the window, I almost ran towards him and threw myself into an embrace.

Brad gave me a soft kiss on the lips and smiled widely at me. "Jesus, mom, you look great," he barked, and my heart almost skipped a beat. He looked so handsome in his sport coat, slacks and tie, looking like a male model.

Dinner was lovely, but I felt on edge the entire time. My eyes constantly went back and forth between Brad and April, and at times even Julie. My hair and figure were common topics of conversation, which made my cheeks glow red with a combination of both excitement and embarrassment. My ex's new wife looked unimpressed, which was just fine with me. We stayed at the restaurant until late, then Brad hugged and kissed both April and me before we left for our hotel.

I had had a few glasses of wine, but was sober enough to drive. The ride was great, chatting with April like two silly schoolgirls, making me feel younger than I had in ages. I found myself wondering what she would sleep in, a cute set of pajamas, or maybe a skimpy nightgown?

We arrived back at the hotel and made our way into the room. April used the bathroom first to get ready for bed, and later exited dressed only in a set of pink satin pajamas. Her hair was up in a head band and she looked amazingly cute. I had to busy myself in order to stop staring, fearing my rosy cheeks would give away my feelings.

I mulled my own options, then picked a cute nightgown out of my bag and went into the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror, admiring my figure. It felt so sexy to be completely nude with April nearby. After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I pulled the nightie over my head and into place. The soft material felt wonderful against my skin, sending a tingle down my spine. My nipples were clearly visible as two bumps on my chest, and I hoped she would notice and admire them.

When I exited the bathroom I found April in her bed under the covers. She looked so peaceful resting her head on the pillow my heart almost skipped a beat. I had a devilish thought, rather than climbing in from my side, I walked between the beds. I bent over to pull back the sheets with my bottom facing her. I slowly lowered myself in, hoping she may get a shot of my bottom and maybe a peek of my damp pussy.

I felt so naughty for what I had done, and could not look at her for a moment. Before I had a chance to gauge her reaction, she clicked off the light and we were plunged into black. We chatted for a short while, but April sounded tired and she soon drifted off to sleep. In the darkness, I'm sure she had no idea I was rubbing myself during our entire conversation. I had slowly eased my hand up under my gown and diddled my naked sex. It felt amazing to touch myself with another so close, yet I had to stifle moans as the sensations were overwhelming. No more than five feet from my son's girlfriend, I jilled myself off to a superb orgasm, and then fell asleep myself.

Commencement was just perfect. They day was sunny and warm, and my new colorful sundress seemed to achieve my desired effect. I found my ex looking me over on more than one occasion, and other men appeared to appreciate my charms as well. Most importantly, I relished the look in Brad's eyes as he looked at me in admiration. The feeling was very mutual.

My pussy was damp as I watched my son walk across the stage to accept his diploma. There was a lot of cheering from the crowd, so I knew he must have been popular on campus, which didn't surprise me at all. After the ceremony he introduced me to a number of his friends, all of whom I could have just eaten up. They, too, seemed to drink me in and I was left feeling giddy by their not--so-subtle glances.

The rest of the day was a blur as we went from event to event, before enjoying another wonderful dinner together. I had become pretty worn out after all the driving and activities of the last few days, so I decided to leave the kids to go to a graduation party while I went back to the hotel alone. I was only in the room for a few minutes before I was out of my dress and into my silk pajamas. I pulled my vibrator out of its hiding place in my suitcase, and gleefully laid back on my bed. I began running the tip of the toy over the crotch of my PJ's, basking in the sensation. I had been so stimulated the past few days; I knew I would cum quickly.

I pulled my bottoms off and began fucking myself with long, slow strokes. My mind raced back and forth between images of Brad in his cap and gown, April in her cute skirt, and Julie in her pretty summer dress. Only a minute or so later, my body was rocking to its first orgasm of the evening.

For years I had settled for one climax, but one would not be good enough that evening. I teased the toy across my labia until I was ready for greater stimulation. I pressed the plastic cock inside myself until it was completely buried. I began driving the dildo with greater urgency. I imagined standing in front of the three kids, as they stared at me like predators before they peeled the sundress off my body, leaving me in only my sexy panties and bra. Brad removed my bra from behind and the girls began caressing and kissing my breasts. My son then eased my panties down my legs, leaving me completely naked before my daughter, son and his girlfriend. As the girls manipulated my heaving tits, I pictured Brad spreading my legs and taking me from behind. Shortly thereafter, my body was lost in a wave of passion as I came for the second time.

I removed the toy from my soaked sex and put it to my tongue, imagining it was Brad's cock filling my mouth. In my mind, the juices I tasted from the plastic prick were Julie's, which felt both nasty and sexy at the same time. The thought of my daughter's cream on my son's prick made me shiver with a perverse thrill. God, I really was becoming a slut!

When my legs would finally carry me, I got up to clean myself up. I washed 'Lil Brad off, as I had come to name my dildo, and safely stored him back in my bag. I briefly contemplated leaving it out in the hopes April would find it, but just couldn't bring myself to be so bold.

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed beside me. April must have spent the evening with Brad, and I pondered just what kind of trouble they had been up to. Naturally, dirty thoughts entered my head as I had no doubt she probably had enjoyed his cock in more ways than one. And he probably got to taste the little pussy of hers that I had been dying to get close to. Within minutes, I had caressed myself to a wonderful morning climax, basking in the sensations.

We all regrouped and enjoyed a wonderful breakfast, before going our separate ways after our weekend together. April decided to drive home with Brad, so I was left alone on the long drive. After we all arrived home, I settled into an uneasy relationship with my son. My body was constantly on fire, but I did my best to be his usual loving mother, if a bit more of a flirt. My workload had picked up again, so sadly I was in the office far too often, plus I was still dedicated to my workout regimen. I rarely made it home before 9:00 p.m., so I didn't get the chance to catch the kids in action.

Of course, I continued to pleasure myself in Brad's room whenever I had the chance. I loved the naughty feeling of being in his room and the thrill of possibly being caught. As I lay on his bed, I could smell him on the sheets, which was intoxicating. I fucked myself over and over, muttering his name as I achieved orgasm after orgasm.

My son and I were home alone together two weeks later on a nice Sunday afternoon when April showed up. The kids decided to go for a swim and changed into their suits in Brad's room. Months ago, I would have had a major problem with that, but the idea no longer infuriated me. Minutes later, the two appeared in the kitchen and made their way out to the pool, my son in a pair of baggy shorts, April in her customary skimpy bikini.

I watched them dive in and swim for a moment, before April climbed out of the pool to take some sun. Brad did a few laps and I couldn't help but get turned on by his powerful strokes. Finally, he too exited the pool to dry off. His tan skin glinted in the bright sunshine, as water streaked down his torso. He was simply a vision.

My nerves were on edge, but I decided there and then to show off another of my recent purchases. I walked to my room on wobbly legs and peeled off my clothes. I pulled from a drawer my little lime green bikini, one I'd never worn in front of anyone before. I had not worn a two-piece in front of my children in years, so I was curious to see how my son would react. April had never seen me so scantily clad, and I wondered what she would think, as well.

I had not had time to be out in the sun very much, so my skin was rather fair, the only thing that left me feeling anything less than completely sexy. I wrapped an old sarong around my body to cover myself, wanting to unveil myself deliberately so that I could take in the look on the kids' faces.

I walked out onto the pool deck before them; no maybe paraded would be a better term. I had my sarong on, and slowly took it off, hoping the kids were watching. I looked towards my son and saw his eyes never left my mature body. A big smile grew across his face, and he said, "Geez, mom, looking good!"

"Yeah, Mrs. Connor, looking good," April concurred.

I felt simply wonderful. It wasn't just their words; it was the appreciative looks that made me so happy. All my hard work at the gym had been paying off, and I was thrilled at the results. I made my way closer to the two, and took a seat on the open lounge next to my son. I made myself comfortable, trying to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"Mom, you're pretty pale. You'd better put on some lotion," Brad said, looking me over intently.

He handed me a tube of lotion, and I slowly, sensually began rubbing it to my skin. Out of the corner of my eyes, I tried to watch my son's reaction, and he appeared to be happily taking in every second of my little show. I made sure I spent ample time near my breasts and crotch, wanting to tease my baby. My long nipples were so hard; they clearly showed through the padded fabric of my top.

Lying in the hot sun, my skin tingled as I basked in the titillating feelings running through my body. I felt the need to show off my figure and suit, so on a number of occasions I got up to fetch cold drinks or dive into the pool. Each time I climbed out of the water, I stood before Brad and April as I squeezed water from my hair; all the while doing what I hoped was my sexiest pose. I really was becoming a wanton slut!

I realized I might be taking things too far, that the kids might be disgusted by my display, so I decided I needed something to calm my nerves. I went into the kitchen and blended a pitcher of margaritas, and then went back to join them carrying a tray with three frosty glasses.

The alcohol seemed to loosen the kids up, because after a couple of drinks they were splashing around in the pool. Brad and April began to flirt with each other overtly, almost as if I were not even there. The two young lovers seemed to take every possible opportunity to kiss and touch one another, giggling like teens. Trying not to make my actions too overt, I watched the show with breathless anticipation.

At one point, April splashed Brad in the face and then rapidly swam away from him. My son did not appear particularly happy as he dove after her, shouting, "I'll teach you."

He pulled her up from the water shrieking, and carried her over his shoulder to the concrete stairs in the shallow end. Brad sat back on the steps, the pool water coming just about to his crotch. Without any fanfare, Brad pulled his sexy girlfriend over his knee and began lightly spanking her bikini-clad bottom.

April wiggled on his lap as he slapped her cheeks, but he held her firmly in place. My pussy pulsed with the sound of every slap as I watched the display with rapt attention. "Are you going to splash me again?" Brad asked her after delivering about eight blows.

"Maybe," April teased, so Brad spanked her a few more times.

I was happy with her response because I loved watching my strong son manhandling his petite girlfriend. He looked so powerful and confident; my cunt was simply on fire. I wanted to be in her place, feeling the sting of Brad's palm against my tender bottom. After a few more swats, he playfully pushed her away and she was dunked under the water.

As my son exited the water, it was clear he was partially aroused by spanking his girlfriend. His baggy shorts were tenting before him, yet he made no attempt to cover it up. They both then made their way back to their respective lounge chairs and relaxed in the sun to dry off.

Their actions seemed so overt that I couldn't help but wonder if it may have been for my benefit. Brad had never been quite so touchy-feely with April in front of me, and certainly he had never spanked her before my eyes. He also walked past me as if nothing was amiss, yet his crotch was not in a normal state. I assumed my mind was playing tricks and chocked things up to a happy accident caused by the tequila.

After twenty minutes or so, Brad announced he was tired and needed a nap. A year ago, I would have taken him at his word, thinking the combination of sun and alcohol would tire anyone out, yet no longer. He stood and took April by the hand and the two headed into the house. I was pretty sure they had no intention of sleeping, but all I said was, "Sleep well."

I waited a few minutes, and then silently entered the house after them. I made my way up the step and crept towards Brad's door. It was open just a crack, and wondered if it was left that way intentionally. I peered around the corner surreptitiously, and loved what I saw. Their backs were to me, but I could clearly see April was up on all fours and my son was on his knees behind her. He was rapidly driving his cock in and out of her taut body as she pushed back to meet his strokes.

I stood riveted by the sight before me. Both were naked and their hard young bodies moved in perfect union. April's pretty blonde hair thrashed from side to side as my son ravaged her body. Both were making grunting noises as they pleasured one another.

As usual, my body was aflame and I slid a one hand into my bikini top to toy with my nipples, while the other went into my bottoms. My pussy was soaking wet, and not because of the pool. Slick juices coated my fingers as I caressed my lips and clit, reveling in the inadvertent show the kids were putting on for me.

Brad began thrusting faster and faster, so I knew he was close to cumming. I increased the speed of my own fingers, wanting to cum right along with my baby. I could see sweat pouring down his back as he drove harder and deeper into his girlfriend. April started whimpering, "Yes," over and over, so I assumed she was close, too.

With a loud groan, Brad's body stiffened as I'm sure he must have emptied into her body. Even after watching hundreds of movie clips online, I had never before witnessed anything as sexy as the coupling before me. My own orgasm swept over me like a tsunami and I came with a shudder. I crept away and jumped in the pool directly to cool down and clean off.

I had noticed the first week after our return from graduation that things between Brad and I were pretty much as they ever had been. Slowly I began to notice subtle changes. He began showing me more and more attention, which I reveled in. He gave me lots of hugs and brief kisses on the lips, which he had rarely done before, and also made numerous comments about my appearance. Each day, I heard how pretty I was or how smart my outfits looked on me. I was constantly feeling high as a kite around him.

After Brad had been home for just about a month, we enjoyed a rare evening alone together. I was dressed in my new semi-provocative manner, with a sensible but sexy skirt and a revealing button-down blouse. After a nice dinner, during which he filled my wine glass a few times, my son announced that a friend had sent him a CD of his commencement. He said it was in the laptop in his room, and asked me to watch it with him.

My body tingled from being with Brad in his room, and being a little tipsy didn't help things. I couldn't help but think of all the times I'd been there before and what I had done to myself. He sat me down in front of his computer on his rolling office chair, and then clicked the mouse a few times. A video of the wonderful day began playing across his monitor as I settled in to relive the special day.

I was instantly filled with the warm thoughts I had that weekend. Remembering how Brad and the other men looked at my body made me hot. I only saw myself in the video a few times and thought I looked really good in my colorful sundress. My son was featured quite a bit, along with his handsome friends, and I felt my pussy getting damper with every image.

After a few minutes, Brad moved to stand behind me and began rubbing my shoulders as I watched the DVD. I almost jumped out of my skin when he first touched me, but I quickly settled back and relished his attention. I glanced down and took in my ample cleavage and my hard nipples jutting out of my thin blouse. Knowing my son was standing so close behind me, I was certain he could see too.

Every time the camera panned in my direction, Brad began whispering in my ear how beautiful I looked, all the while rubbing my neck and shoulders. "You looked so hot that day, Mom," he hissed, and I had to fight to stifle a moan.

Brad's hands began wandering up and down my arms, so close to my large breasts. My mind was screaming for him to touch them, but I just couldn't say it. Too many years of being the respectable mother overrode my lecherous desires.

As video of the ceremony was coming to a close, Brad ran his hands all the way to my wrists and took them in his hands. I wasn't really thinking what he was doing when he eased them both around the chair behind me. I was lost in a fog of lust and chardonnay when I felt something cold touch my left wrist. I heard a soft clicking sound, just prior to feeling something else cold on my right wrist. It seemed like it took me ages to figure out what had happened, but in reality was probably only seconds. My son had handcuffed my hands behind my back!

Sitting in the chair the way I was, there was no way I could escape, and panic instantly washed over me. In spite of the fact that I had dreamed about being bound, the reality was completely shocking. I began to mutter incoherently, trying to figure out exactly what was going on, when Brad whispered in my ear, "I have another video to show you, Mother."

My mind was reeling, wondering just what was going on. Brad clicked the mouse a couple of times, and a view of his bedroom came into view on the monitor. Seconds later a woman walked through the door and I instantly knew who it was. Blood pounded through my veins and sweat began flowing from every pore as I realized what I was about to witness.

It was so surreal. I felt like I was watching someone else, not myself, but I knew the truth. My image on the screen climbed onto my son's bed and pulled her skirt above her hips lewdly. The view from the camera or webcam was from my head, but it was pretty clear what I was doing, even on the grainy footage.

I then saw 'Lil Brad in my hand as I ran it towards my sex. I wanted to escape, but I was securely bound where I was. And as much as I wanted to close my eyes, I just could not. Brad rubbed my shoulder like before as my performance ran on the monitor. Every now and then he whispered in my ear, something like, "So sexy, Mother."

I was humiliated being caught on film in such an erotic position, but that only made me hotter. I wondered how many times Brad had watched the video and if he'd jerked off to it. I pondered whether he had shown April and moaned out loud at the thought.

Brad heard me and hissed in my ear, "You like that, Mom?"

I had no idea what to say, but just whimpered, "Oh, God."

As embarrassed as I was, I was even more turned on. I so wished my hands were free to rub my pussy, or even better that Brad would do it for me, then take me any way he wanted.

On the screen I saw my hand driving the vibrator in and out of myself, when Brad whispered in my ear, "This is my favorite part."

Seconds later, I heard the woman on the screen yell, "Fuck me Bradley, fuck Mommy's pussy!"

Deep down, I wanted to be mortified, yet I was conflicted. On the one hand, I was more physically excited than I had ever been before in my life. On the other, I felt so humiliated, screaming my son's name as I fucked myself in his very bed. Even without contact to my erogenous zones, I could actually feel an orgasm coming on as I watched myself climax on screen.

Brad clicked off that clip and opened another one, making me wonder just how many he had. The next one was much like the first, and I remembered from my outfit that it was from just a couple of days prior, while Brad was at work. In this one, I took much more time pleasuring myself. I took my top off and toyed with my nipples for a long time before I began loving my pussy. I could see my long nipples were hard as rocks, clearly having enjoyed the attention I paid to them.

I pulled the skimpy panties to the side with one hand and eased the hard cock inside me with the other. It seemed so depraved watching as I rubbed the vibrator over my clit, and then buried it deep within my body. As my arm moved with greater urgency onscreen, the speakers snapped with my voice once more. "Please let me eat you, April," I whimpered, as the dildo penetrated me over and over. As shocked as I was to actually hear those words, I was even more surprised to see me raise the dong to my lips to taste the juices from it.

"God, I love that part," Brad hissed in my ear as we both watched me sucking the fake cock on screen. The entire time the video played, Brad stood behind me and rubbed me in a sensual but not overtly sexual way. He kept whispering comments in my ear that drove me wild, yet he didn't press his obvious advantage. I had never before felt so vulnerable and wondered why he was toying with me the way he was.

I heard the woman on the screen yell, "Fuck me April, fuck me!" as I drove the plastic cock back between my legs. I remembered what I was thinking that evening as I fucked myself. I had been imagining April plowing me with a large strap-on, making me beg for more. Watching intently, I felt a strong orgasm wash over me, the first ever in my life without my pussy being manipulated.

A minute or so later, Brad clicked the window closed, and then pushed my chair back from the desk. He then turned me to face him before he sat on his bed directly across from me. I was more embarrassed yet more turned on than ever before in my entire life. I was ashamed to make eye contact with my boy, yet I looked up at him for a brief moment.

The face I saw looking back at me was one I'd never seen before. Clearly it was my son, but there was a look in his eyes that was new to me. He had a wry grin on his handsome face, almost as if he was enjoying forcing me into such an uncomfortable position. He truly was the cat that swallowed the canary, and it left me feeling featherless and completely naked.

"So, Mother, what did you think of the videos?" he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

My mind raced. Just what the hell was I supposed to say? Before I could formulate an answer, he added, "The last two are my all-time favorites."

I hung my head in shame, being captured on film fucking myself with a big dildo in my son's bed. Not only that, but I had yelled both his and his girlfriend's names in passion.

"Look at me, Mother," Brad barked, and I jerked my head up.

With an evil grin, he continued, "As luck would have it, I had computer problems a couple of weeks ago, so I logged onto the one in your office downstairs." After letting me twist for a while in silence, he asked, "Do you know what I found?"

I was completely overwhelmed and could not answer. I looked at him in embarrassment, wondering just what he was up to and knowing I was pretty much screwed.

"You don't know how to clear your browser history, do you?" he asked, and instantly, I knew what he had seen. He must have been able to visit both the video and story sites I frequented, and I wondered how I could have been so stupid."You can't believe how shocked I was when I found the dirty websites my own mother was looking at," he stated in a condescending voice, shaking his head sadly. "I mean, what kind of person reads stories about mothers having sex with their own children? And how many depraved people watch hour after hour of videos where grown women get dominated by others?" he added, staring directly into my eyes.

Beyond humiliated, I hung my head until Brad barked, "Look at me, Mother, I asked you a question!"

My head jerked up uncontrollable as I gazed towards my sexy son. "I don't know," was all I could stammer, feeling disgraced.

With a confident smile, Brad looked at me and said, "I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I expect you to tell me the truth." I could not muster words, when he added, "Do you understand?" When I nodded, Brad said, "When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it, Mother."

"Yes," I whimpered.

"That's better," he responded confidently, clearly enjoying my predicament. "So, did you enjoy fucking yourself on my bed?" he asked baldly.

In all my life I'd never been asked a question which cut straight through me like that one did. My mouth felt like it was suddenly full of cotton and I struggled with words.

"I asked you a question, did you enjoy fucking yourself in my bed?" he barked.

"Yes," I hissed, suddenly regaining my voice and unable to concoct a lie.

After a long pause, Brad replied somewhat condescendingly, "I know you did, I know you did." He added, "For some reason, I kept smelling your perfume on my sheets, so I set my webcam to record. I'm so glad that I did."

I felt so small, even more so than I ever recalled feeling as a child. Somehow my son seemed to know just how to push my buttons. I sat wondering what he thought of me. Could he make out my heaving chest and rock-hard nipples? Sitting where we was, could he see up my skirt at my soaking wet panties?

Brad had not even touched me in a sexual way, yet I had never been so ripe for the taking. He was showing amazing restraint, but he had to know he could have me in any way he wanted. The display of patience unnerved me, but also made me appreciate his power even more than I had. Clearly he was in control, and I had no choice but to wait for what was to come. I made the decision right there and then that I was his, totally and completely. Whatever he had in store for me, at that moment I was his willing sub.

After a long silence, Bradley asked, "So, did you like fucking yourself for April too?"

As embarrassed as I had felt before, I was even more so then. My son knew I was having erotic thoughts about another woman, his girlfriend for heaven sakes! Could things get any worse? I had no choice but to answer truthfully, "Yes."

He didn't say a word; his wide grin told me he liked my answer. Without giving me much time to ponder the situation, Brad asked, "Since you've been dreaming about me and April, and reading incest stories, have you been thinking about Julie too?"

I wanted to lie, really I did, yet for some reason I just could not. Once again, I felt like Brad could see right through me. As sick as I felt by my admission, I answered softly in the affirmative, "Yes."

"Fuck Mom, you really are a slut, aren't you?" he asked, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. In my head I had referred to myself as a slut many times of late, but never before had anyone else actually used the word to describe me.

Once again, only one word escaped my lips, "Yes."

Silence filled the room as Brad stared at me, my heart racing wondering what was next. After a long pause, he asked, "I have one more question for you, and want an honest answer." I had never been so scared at what might come, yet so needed to hear his words. "When you watched the videos, did you ever imagine submitting to me?"

There was no point telling a lie as I think we both knew the truth. I purged myself with the truth with a simple, "Yes, baby."

"I thought so," Brad replied confidently, and rose from the bed before me. Standing directly in front of me, his bulging crotch no more than two feet from my face, he spoke in a commanding voice, "Now that I know what a slut you are, Mother, there are going to be new rules around here. You will obey each and every one of them without question, do you understand?"

I was fearful of what they might be, yet at that moment was willing to comply with every one of them and answered yes.

"First, you will address me as either Sir or Master at all times, unless we have company," he stated, and I agreed wholeheartedly.

"Second, we will sleep in the same bed every night from now on, unless, once again, we have company," he demanded, and I accepted without question.

"Third, I wake up with a hard-on almost every morning. I expect you to give me a blow job each and every morning. I don't care if we have company or not; you can sneak into my room if you have to," he said firmly.

My pussy was gushing because what I had dreamed about was clearly going to become reality. I was going to be controlled by a strong man and get to suck his beautiful cock. I responded with a soft, "Yes, Master."

He continued on, "Fourth, at home you will do whatever I want. You'll cook what I want you to cook, dress how I tell you to dress, and fuck whoever I tell you to fuck. At work, you can still be the boss, but outside of work, I am totally and completely in control. Understood?"

The words ripped through me as if out of a story I had read, yet it was my story. "Yes, Sir," I mouthed, my mind in overdrive with the possibilities. Just who else was I going to have to fuck besides my son?

Brad peered at me with an intensity I'd never seen from him before. With a perverse grin, he said, "From now on, I own you, Mother. If you fail to deliver anything we've agreed upon, you'll be punished. Understand?"

There was nothing else I could say but, "Yes, Sir."

Brad rose from the bed, and stood before me, his bulging crotch so close I could touch it if I were not still cuffed. He slowly walked a circle around me two times, drinking in my heaving body, unable to get away even if I wanted to.

He moved behind me another time and I once again jumped as his hands touched my shoulders. His brought his lips close to my ear and whispered, "Mine, all mine."

God, I wanted to explode! My son had laid claim to my body, and he was about to take what was his!

He massaged my neck for a while, and then ran his hands down my chest until he cupped my large breasts. There were no words spoken as he began softly rubbing my distended nipples though my blouse. With every passing moment, he applied more and more pressure to my nubbins and it was all I could do to remain silent.

Brad finally whispered in my ear once more, "Do you like this, slut?"

A jolt ran straight from my nipples to my pussy and I almost wailed, "Oh, yes, Master!"

"Then you'll love what's to come, Mother," he replied, and I was totally onboard with whatever he wanted.

Brad removed his hands from my breasts and began to unbutton my blouse. He pulled the tails out from my skirt, opening it completely. He then reached between my heaving breasts and unclipped my bra, my large breasts spilling forth before his eyes almost immediately. He pulled both my shirt and bra as far down my arms as possible, sitting the way I was.

With him behind me as he was, I could not tell what he was doing, but I could feel the weight of his gaze on my big breasts. For the first time as an adult, Brad had an unencumbered view of my pretty titties and long, hard nipples.

I felt his hands on my shoulders again as they slowly drifted downwards. His fingers found my nipples and he began rolling them firmly. He began kissing and nibbling my neck as he manipulated my breasts. I moaned loudly, basking in the sensations he was giving me, the ones I had dreamed about for months. But the reality was so much better than any dream could ever be.

Every now and then he squeezed them hard, eliciting an audible groan from my lips. I found myself loving the intense stimulation, my head swimming with passion.

Brad reached down and pulled my skirt up between my legs, exposing my underwear to his eyes. My pussy was flowing and I could see my white panties were so wet with my juices they were almost transparent. He whispered in my ear, "Spread your legs," and I was only too willing to comply.

He then ran one hand under my breasts and began rubbing my tummy in large circles. He then eased his hand lower and started softly stroking me just above my pussy. Brad then hissed two words, "Ask me."

I knew what he expected me to say, so I said it, "Please touch me."

"Touch me, what, slut?" he responded loudly.

"Please touch me, Sir," I replied breathlessly.

"Where?" he followed, clearly enjoying his power over me.

"My pussy, Master. Please touch my pussy," I begged.

"That's my good little slut," Brad responded, and ran his large hand between my parted legs. I could not believe my son was actually touching my pussy; what was even more unbelievable was that I absolutely loved it. I was close to another orgasm and wanted to cum for my new Master.

I was disappointed when Brad suddenly pulled away. I felt his hands at my wrists and one by one my arms were freed from the shackles. He moved my hands in front of me, and then pulled me up out of the chair. He rolled the seat back and plopped himself down upon it, staring at me intently. With a smile, he said, "Strip for me."

My legs almost gave out below me, thinking I was going to be forced to put on a show for my only son. My blouse and bra were still wide open, so I began to quickly pull them off when he said, "Slowly, Mother, slowly. Make this sexy for me."

I was mortified, having never done anything like that before, but from the pit of my soul I wanted to make him happy. Looking into his eyes, I pulled the blouse off one shoulder, then the other, and eased it down my arms. I tossed it onto the bed, and then did the same with my bra. Even though I felt exposed and weak, my nipples were hard as rocks and my pussy was on fire.

I reached behind me and unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt, and pulled it down just an inch or two. Trying to look as sexy as possible, I began rocking my hips side to side as I lowered it a bit by bit. Part of me wanted to tease him the way he had toyed with me, but I wanted to get naked for him even more. I figured the sooner I was naked the sooner we could move things to the next stage.

My skirt dropped to the floor and I kicked it away, leaving me clad only in my panties and heels. My hands went to my hips and dug under the seams of my undies before I began to lower them as well. I felt a thrill as cool are ran past my hot pussy, knowing my son could then see my sex. I looked down and saw a huge bulge in his pants and knew he liked what he saw. I lowered the shorts down my legs and stepped out of them. I'm not sure why I did it, but I tossed Brad the soaking wet panties and he snatched them out of the air with a grin.

His eyes wandered my body in silence for almost a minute as I nervously awaited his next instruction. "You're gorgeous, Mother," he said, and I prayed he meant it. He then stood from the chair and instructed, "Now undress me."

If I thought my blood was flowing before, I had another think coming. I moved closer to him and grasped his tee shirt at the base and pulled it over his head. I bent over and began fumbling with his belt when he said, "On your knees, slut."

I knew what usually happened when a woman dropped to her knees before a man, and hoped I would be so lucky. My trembling hands finally freed the belt, and then I went to work on the button and zipper. It was difficult to focus on my task, knowing Brad's hard young cock was so close to my fingers. I eased the zipper down over his bulge, and then pulled his jeans open. Grabbing them at the hips, I yanked them down.

Brad helped me extricate them from his feet, and then I looked back towards his crotch. His penis was lewdly spiking up through his boxers, looking so ominous behind the fabric. I felt something soft touch the top of my head and looked up. Brad had placed a hand on my hair and was lightly caressing me. He had a big smile on his face, like he was proud of me, which filled my heart with joy. I wanted to please him more than anything, and if his cock was any indication, I was doing a good job so far.

I couldn't wait another second, so I ran my fingers back up his legs and grabbed his boxers. Careful not to hurt his prick, I pulled them forward and then downward, freeing it from its confines. Once again he lifted his feet so I could remove the shorts, then I looked up with anticipation. My son's perfect penis has fully erect and standing proudly, inches from my face.

From the pit of my soul I wanted to suck his cock and prayed he would let me. Not wanting to let a moment pass, I begged him, "Please, Sir, please may I suck you?"

"Not until you've had your punishment, slut," he replied, which disappointed me greatly, to say the least. He moved to the bed and sat down, then looked at intensely. He patted his thighs and said, "Over my knees." I was stunned for a moment, immobilized by therealization that I was actually going to be spanked my own son - that is, until he barked out, "Now!"

I jumped to my feet and climbed onto his lap, my crotch centered between his legs. I had never been spanked as an adult, but had dreamed about it many times. I couldn't believe it was actually about to happen.

I felt his hands caressing my ass gently when he said, "This is for entering my room without permission." A moment later I felt the sting of the first slap. It was not very hard yet my body rocked from the blow, more from the suddenness and thrill than from the pain.

"This is for reading porn stories," he stated and spanked me again.

"This is for watching porn movies online," he moaned, which was followed by another slap.

"This is for dreaming of fucking your own son," he stated, before I felt the next sting.

"This is for dreaming of playing with your own daughter," he hissed, slapping me a bit harder.

"This is for wanting to play with my girlfriend," he barked, and hit me again.

"These are for being a slut, Mother," he yelled as he began peppering my bottom with blows. None were intolerable, yet pulse after pulse ripped through my body. The pain was exquisite, giving me a pleasure I would have never dreamed of. I knew my pussy must have been dribbling all over his thighs, and I wondered if I could actually achieve an orgasm from being spanked alone.

After another twenty or so spankings, Brad stopped his assault and let me up. He stood and he took me in his arms, and then gave me a long, wet kiss. Our tongues danced with one another as he held me close. When I moved to put my arms around him he stopped me, and broke away. I looked upon him in wonder for a moment, until he said simply, "On your knees."

I dropped before him instantly, hoping I was finally getting what I so greatly desire. I looked at him with pleading in my eyes, trying to show how eager I was to please.

Brad looked down upon me with loving eyes, and with a smile said, "Suck me, slut."

As strange as it sounds, those were probably the best three words I had ever heard. I took his hardness in my hands and leaned in to kiss his cock for the first time. It was amazingly warm and hard in my hands, yet the head was as soft as velvet as I ran my tongue across it. I could make out the telltale taste of his precum in my mouth, and knew he must have enjoyed all our little games up to that point.

His cock was so large I could not get it all in my mouth, so I began stroking the base with my hands as I sucked on as much as I could. Right then I made up my mind to practice my deep-throating skills so I would someday be able to take him entirely. I wanted to please my son so badly; I hoped he was enjoying my attention to his cock. He moaned encouragement, which turned me on immensely.

"That's it slut, just like that," he said, which made me proud that I was doing he liked. I wanted to reach a hand between my legs to rub my pussy as I loved him, but found it far more important to give him pleasure.

He began rocking his hips slowly forward and back, pressing his penis in and out of my mouth. I did my best to match his thrusts, and sucked hard every time he moved deeper into me. When he pulled back, I tried to gently scrape my teeth across his skin, wanting to give him as many sensations as possible. I wondered how April sucked his cock and hoped I was at least as good as she was.

His hands then wrapped around my head, holding me firmly in place as his rhythm increased. I had to consciously remember to breathe through my nose as Brad began to fuck my face. I knew he was close and so wanted to take his load in my mouth. I had never enjoyed swallowing before, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more in the world. Every ounce of his seed seemed special to me and I didn't want to waste a single drop.

Only a moment later I felt his fingers twist in my hair as he pressed forward one last time, and with a grunt he blasted a torrent of hot cum into my mouth. I could feel his cock twitching in my mouth as each spurt splashed into my throat. He held my head for a long time, as his cock slowly shrank inside me. Thankfully I was still barely able to breathe, or I would have passed out by the time he removed it from my mouth.

Brad dropped back onto the chair with a contented sigh. "That was fucking amazing, Mom," he said, and my body felt like it was glowing for making him so happy. I leaned forward and rested my head on his thigh, looking up into his handsome face. He began running his fingers through my hair which sent a shiver down my spine.

"Did I do well, Master?" I asked, reassured that at least it wasn't bad.

"You did great, slut," he responded, and rubbed my head lovingly.

I had never been more content in my life than I was at that moment, on my knees at my son's, no, my Master's, feet. It felt so right, like I was always meant to be there.

We stayed like that for a long while until Brad told me to get up on the bed. I was unsure what he wanted, but hoped before the night was through that he was going to fuck me just like I had seen him fuck his girlfriend only weeks before.

I lay on my back and Brad climbed on beside me. He began toying with my nipples again, rolling them between his strong fingers. "I've always wanted to see these, mom," he said before he lowered his mouth to kiss them. He slowly went from one to the other, kissing, sucking and nibbling on them. Never before had someone made love to my breasts so thoroughly, and I absolutely loved every second of it.

He moved lower and began kissing my tummy, slowly dragging his tongue across my soft skin, while his fingers teased my ticklish torso. After kissing my belly button, he headed further south and I knew what was to come. It had been ages since I'd enjoyed a good licking, and I was more than ready to end that losing streak.

I spread my legs wide, allowing him access to my pussy. Brad wasted to time and began kissing and licking all over my naked sex. His warm, wet tongue began running up and down my folds, then pressed inside me to taste my juices. He lapped at me like a starving kitten and I purred in response.

Brad eased a finger deep inside of as he began to concentrate on my little bud. Much like he had done to me, I wrapped my hands around his head and pulled it into my crotch. The sensations wracking my body were amazing and I had only seconds before I would cum. My hips rocked against him as I literally rode his face to the most amazing climax of my life.

I was happy it was summer so all the windows were closed because of the air conditioning, otherwise people five blocks away would have heard my screams. As it was, I was still afraid that the police might be on the way wondering who had been murdered.