MOTHER & SON BONDING EXPERIENCE

Elaine stood naked in the walk-in closet. A mirror hung on the wall, showing her perky breasts.

Oh, how all the boys used to fawn over them! She had never had any work done on them, but most would assume she had given their size. Even as she spun around a little, admiring herself, they jiggled and bounced.

She remembered her 'promiscous' phase in high school. Every weekend, a new boy. Or two. Or three. Sometimes at once.

Now she was mature, and she was proud of it. She took care of her skin but slight wrinkles added texture to her breasts. Most would feel self conscious about them, but she didn't. Again, she was proud.

A knock at the closet door. Her husband, Mike, walked in. He dressed in his typical work attire: a bland blue-ish work shirt, dark blue tie, black dress pants.

He hugged her tight from behind, his hands hovered over her, not embracing her body fully.

*Are you kidding me?* Elaine thought, *my giant tits are out here in the open and you aren't going to touch them? Not even look at them?*

Mike was like that. When she met him, she wanted to settle down. She thought finding a nice husband and starting a family would make her less of a whore. She was wrong.

"I'm really sorry about that work thing," Mike finally said, breaking the silence.

"It's alright." Elaine lied.

"I tried to convince them to let you come, but it's 'strictly for the office' "

She thought about Mike's coworker, Sammy. She was a petite blonde, perky tits like Elaine's. She could tell Sammy had a thing for Mike. It's something about married men that drives blondes crazy.

She frequently thought of Sammy, trying to make herself jealous. It never worked. Mike wasn't the type to cheat. She should feel good about that, but she didn't.

Mike didn't cheat, not because he was loyal, but because he didn't have a sexual bone in his body! She sometimes wished he *would* cheat, showing that at least he was capable of enjoying sex.

"I should get ready," Elaine said, "and you should leave for your work trip."

***

"I think I'm going to clean the house," James, Elaine and Mike's son, had said. He was a good kid; varsity soccer, but he wasn't a jock. He had lots of friends, little enemies. He was lean and fit, he's started cleaning hours ago and hadn't stopped.

First, his room; then, the kitchen; then... the basement?

Anxiety spiked in Elaine as she realize where James was. Had she forgotten to hide the key? She rushed down the steps, pushing the door open as she entered.

There, James stood to an open storage closet, key in one hand, ballgag in the other. She *had* left the key out. In the closet, several of her 'toys' were kept.

He had opened a cabinet, revealing several dildos. One she particularly liked, a large black one which could be loaded with fake cum, stood out from the drawer.

On the racks, several leather spandex leggings and suits hung. Blindfolds, hoods, and gags could been seen. Her favorite Shibari ropes hung next to her suits.

"What are you doing!" Elaine demanded.

"I was cleaning and found this key," James said, turning to his mother, "does Dad know about this?"

"No, he doesn't. And I plan on keeping it that way."

"So if Dad doesn't know about this," James' eyes narrowed on Elaine, "then who are you using these with?"

Elaine tried to come up with an explanation for her son. He had gotten her.

"You're cheating on Dad aren't you?"

Rats. He knew, it was plain to see.

"I'm sure you would do anything to prevent him from knowing, wouldn't you?" James asked.

James was wrong. Elaine was sick of Mike, and wasn't even sure she cared if he knew anymore. But she was curious to see where James would take this.

"What are you proposing, son?" Elaine said.

"I'm proposing that I have a lot more power here than you do."

He had placed the key on a coffee table next to the storage closet with Elaine's toys.

God, the way he stood there! He held the gag in his hand like it was his birthright, standing with an air of power. Years of soccer training chiseled his body, his tight t-shirt wrapping around each curve and corner of his abs.

"If you don't want Dad to know, then you'll do what I say." James continued.

Elaine interrupted, "I don't care if Mike--your father--knows. Hell, if I have to spend one more night listening to him I might as well pack up my things and leave."

She sensed a moment of weakness from James. He thought he was in control, but he had lost it. He placed the ballgag next to the key and blushed. James was a natural dom, but he had a long ways to go.

"But... Elaine continued, slowly walking towards him, "I like where your head's at."

She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in for a whisper.

"Tell your Mother what you would like to do." She whispered.

James blushed again for a moment, but regained his previous air of power.

"Get on your knees," He said.

Elaine complied like a good sub does. She grabbed her dark hair and pulled it behind her shoulders.

James' strong hands moved across her face. His right hand carressed her cheek, his left moving behind her head. He grabbed ahold of her hair and firmly pulled her head back.

Her chin pointed to the air, but she never broke eye contact. Her pussy tingled, a feeling Mike couldn't even do to her with the help of a vibrator.

James grabbed the gag from the coffee table, fixing it on her face. He tightened the grip, the gag's ball filling her mouth. She loved the feeling of willingly opening her mouth for her dom to take control of it.

The excitement of the ball gag was enough for her to cum a little bit. It always made her anxious, but the feeling of releasing the anxiety and letting someone else take control was all she ever needed.

"You like that, don't you?" James asked.

Elaine muffled in pleasure. This was what she needed.

He raised Elaines shirt. It was a simple white shirt which showed some of her stomach. The tight shirt wrapped around her breasts which plumped out as he pulled the shirt over now bouncing tits.

He turned around to face the closet. What would he grab next? She loved the feeling of being submissive for a new dominant. Getting to see what her dom chose revealed a lot about their personality. She felt like she could get to know them better just by their toy choices.

Rope. She had hoped he would pick the rope.

James walked over to Elaine as she kneeled. He walked so close his cock was jammed up to her face beneath his shorts. He grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, slowly tieing her hands together first, then her arms just above the elbow.

She felt like a work of art. Her gaze was fixed on James as she knelt, looking up at her son. With her arms tied behind her, her breasts jutted outwards even more. And James noticed.

His next choice were nipple clamps. She had three sets of them, and he picked her favorite set. The clamps were made of sleek metal, a simple design, with a beautifully braided chain connecting them.

James clamped her left nipple first. She let out a muffled moan of half-pleasure and half-pain as the cold steel pinched down. Again, her pussy tingled, cumming a little. A little spot formed in James' shorts. Precum.

James connected the second clamp to the right breast. The pain brought her a pleasure which rippled throughout her body.

She eyed the precum spot on James' shorts. She was conflicted. As a sub, she wanted to bring the most amount of pleasure to her dom as possible. She also selfishly wanted james to not cum yet so he could fuck her all bound and gagged up.

James grabbed her chin, pulling it up and breaking her eyes' contact with the precum. She knew better than to stop looking into her dom's eyes.

"Now, Mom, I'm gonna fuck you." James said.

Yes! Anticipation boiled within her. Her pleasure was already so strong, she felt she was going to break her rope constraints.

James positioned himself behind her. She could feel his cock against the back of her head. He knelt down and grabbed Elaine with his strong hands and carried her over to a section of soft carpet. He laid her down, breasts smushing against the floor. The clamps sent a shock of pain through her breasts.

He ran his hands down her back, until he reached her skirt. He pulled it down to reveal her bare, wet pussy. Her miniskirt hung inbetween her legs. He pulled his cock out of his shorts. She bent her neck back to see, it must have been at least eight inches. Where did he get *that* from?

James rubbed the head of his cock on Elaine's pussy as she shivered with pleasure. He inserted his cock into his Mother. It had been at least two years since she had actually cheated on Mike, her pussy wasn't used to having such a large cock--or any cock, for that matter--inside of her.

James grunted as he thrust into her. He pushed over and over again, the nipple clamps grabbing and pulling Elaine's nipples as her breasts dragged across the floor with every thrust.

Her muffled moans turned to muffled screams of pleasure as he relentlessly fucked her. He grabbed her dark hair with his left hand, pushing her face to the floor, and firmly clamped his right hand on her waist.

"Bet Dad never fucked you like this, Mom." James said.

Her miniskirt fluttered as his cock pounded Elaine's pussy. She felt it throbbing inside her, she knew what was next. Cum ejected from his cock, filling Elaine's pussy completely. But James knew what he wanted. He kept fucking her, cum spilling out of her pussy with every thrust.

*This is what I needed,* Elaine thought.

All bound and tied up, Elaine completely submitted herself to her son. She now knew it for sure. James, her son, was her master.Elaine sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her naked son James snore as he slept. His cock, still quite big, dripped with a bit of cum.

For the first time in many years, she felt 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥. The way James had controlled her, fucked her. Then afterwards, he gently picked her up and cuddled with her on the bed, kissing her passionately.

A thought popped into her head. Mike had always failed to satisfy her, but maybe there was something she could do for Mike. Someone who could teach him a thing or two.

She pulled up her phone and texted him: 'Invite Sammy over for dinner tommorow,'

Mike had stayed late to his work dinner, likely networking, and so she moved to her bedroom alone. As she dozed off, she could still feel James' cum dripping from her pussy.

***

The dinner, so far, had been a success. Elaine was a good cook, and Mike--flaws forgiving-- was a good host.

Sammy sat next to Mike, wearing a tight red dress. Or rather, the dress wore her.

She remembered the first time she met Sammy, 2 years ago when Mike had brought Elaine and James to show them his new workplace. James must have been 18 at the time, just graduated from highschool. Sammy reminded Elaine of herself. A whore with tits too big for her own good, especially with her petite body.

She didn't blame James for gawking at them, even as Elaine was stroking his cock underneath his pants while the family chatted over dinner.

James and Mike had begun to talk about sports, so Elaine knew now would be a good time.

"Sammy, could you help me carry the dishes to the kitchen while the boys talk?"

"Oh, don't make our guest help clean up?" Mike said.

"I really don't mind," Sammy said, getting up and picking up a few plates.

Elaine walked to the kitchen, her striped, white-and-blue dress fluttering as she did so. It was cinched at the waist, but modest. Showing her curves, but leaving much to the imagination. Two slender legs poked out from the under the dress, matching blue shoes on her feet.

Sammy made her way over, tits bouncing as she carried a few plates and handed them to Elaine.

Elaine eyed Sammy for a moment, before loading some empty plates into the sink.

"I know you want to fuck my husband," Elaine said casually, not stopping at her dishwork.

In her periphery, she saw Sammy get red-faced, enough to match her dress. It was funny, especially in contrast to her golden-blonde hair.

"N-no it's not like that at all Mrs-"

Elaine cut her off with a raised hand. She was the older woman, even if she looked too young for 39.

"It's okay Sammy, I want you to fuck my husband. Teach him a thing or two."

"I-," Sammy stammered, "I think you got it all wrong, Elaine. I want to fuck your son. I was just playing friendly with Mike to get to him."

Elaine was shocked. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, she thought.

Elaine turned to Sammy, their bodies getting so close their tits almost touched.

"I think I can make that happen. James is a generous lover, but we have certain traditions around here." Elaine said.

"What kind of traditions?" Sammy's redness faded, curiosity overcoming her. God, she looked hot when she was curious.

"I'll serve drinks," Elaine said, "act like you're too drunk to drive and you can crash here tonight on our pull-out couch. Once Mike is asleep, I'll set something up between you two.

"Sit next to James, Sammy. Show him you're interested," Elaine said with a smirk.

Elaine brought out whiskys for the boys, vodkas cocktails for the girls. James helplessly looked towards Elaine as Sammy rhythmically moved her hand up and down his cock. Elaine winked at James, giving him permission to enjoy the handjob.

Elaine and James' relationship was unique: he was her dom, but she was his mentor. The strange dynamic kept things interesting.

***

Sammy had nearly dozed off on the pull-out couch when she felt a feminine hand on her cheek. It slowly drifted down to her breast. After a tight squeeze, it moved to her hips, then onto her pussy.

"James will be down her in just a minute," Elaine said, "I'll warm you up until then, alright?"

Sammy moaned an '𝘮𝘩𝘮' as Elaine's fingers slipped under her panties. Sammy rhythmically moved up and down in response to Elaine's fingers rubbing her pussy.

James silently strode down the stairs, pack slung over his shoulder. He drifted his fingers between Sammy's golden hair.

"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone," Elaine said as she slipped her fingers out of Sammy.

"Wait, stay," a soft voice pleaded. Sammy really 𝘸𝘢𝘴 a whore then, begging for Elaine to stay. James and Elaine looked at each other, shrugging, then looking down at the lucky girl.

She was still snuggled up, her panties now down at her legs. She was wearing an oversized shirt that James let her borrow for the night.

Elaine moved back into position, two fingers inside of Sammy, while James worked on removing her shirt.

Sammy couldn't take her vodka, and laid there in drunken pleasure as James squeezed her tits. He pulled his cock out of his shorts and gently placed it between Sammy's lips. She sucked the tip, but softly begged for more.

James handed Elaine the pack that was on his shoulder. Elaine scavenged through it, pulling out two items: a dildo and a vibrating butt plug.

She inserted the plug into Sammy's ass, and Sammy whimpered slightly as it began to vibrate. As James increased his speed, Elaine slipped the dildo in Sammy's pussy.

Elaine knew Sammy would like it. She was too much like her, and Elaine loved when all of her holes were filled up.

Elaine moved up next to her ears and whispered, "remember when I said we had certain traditions?"

"𝘮𝘩𝘮" Sammy moaned. James pulled out a collar and a leash from the bag, wrapping the leather around Sammy's neck.

"Now why don't you be a good whore for your master?" Elaine said.

James lifted her off the couch, placing her on her knees on the carpet. He removed his shorts and sat on the couch. Sammy's bimbo lips moved right to his cock, and James slightly yanked on the leash, pulling Sammy towards him.

He kept rhythmically yanking the leash, pulling Sammy's throat over his cock, letting her slide back, then doing it again. Elaine kneeled behind her, and every time Sammy moved back she moved the dildo forward.

Sammy got into the groove of it quickly, easily becoming the slut she was meant to be.

"Elaine, into position." James demanded. She knelt, elbows to the ground, next to Sammy. A second collar and leash was produced from the bag and wrapped around Elaine. He repeated the process with Elaine, forcing his cock down her throat, occasionally switching between Sammy and Elaine.

He gently pushed Elaine to the ground, laying on her back, her pussy facing James. He put Sammy on top of her, their tits touching as they faced eachother, Sammy's ass facing James. Elaine lightly hugged Sammy. James unhooked the leash, but left the collars in place.

James first started with Sammy. His cock pounded her pussy, causing her ass to bounce with every thrust, her vibrating butt plug bouncing with it. She started moaning louder and Elaine covered her mouth as to not wake up Mike.

James pulled out his cock from Sammy's pussy and thrust it into his mother's. Sammy passionately kissed Elaine as she was getting filled by her son's cock. Elaine whimpered as James slid between her pussy.

James pulled out of his mother, fingering Sammy and removing her buttplug before shoving his cock into her ass. Sammy let out a quiet yelp at the unexpected assfucking she was receiving.

"You like his cock in your ass don't you slut?" Elaine demanded she answer.

"Yes please--oh! Fuck!" Sammy, in her drunken state, felt a moment of bliss at surrendering to James. He grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her.

James ceaselessly fucked Sammy's tight asshole and Sammy's desperation for his cock grew with every stroke. Elaine held her in place, amazed at the whore in action. She knew what James was like, and that brought her pleasure. She was not a jealous lover.

"Fuck..." James moaned. His cock twitched, but he pulled out of her ass right before he came. Both Sammy's asshole and James cock pulsed with pleasure. Sammy let out a whimper demanding more. Oh, and she would get it.

"On your knees. Eyes closed and mouth open." Elaine felt her pussy tingle with pleasure at hearing James use his dominant voice. Sammy opened her mouth wide, her tongue itching for a taste of thick cock. He went in completely. All eight inches of his cock went through her mouth and down her throat. She opened her eyes for a moment uselessly, as she could not see past the tears welling in her eyes. And she loved it. James held it there for a moment, taking away her breath, then took it out. He repeated this, speed quickening and the time between each thrust get lower and lower. His cock pounded her throat, and tears of pleasure ran down her face, carrying leaky mascara with it. In and out, in and out, the gurgles of her wet throat sounded like a knowing harmony to Elaine.

Elaine's hands were firm upon Sammy's back, she rubbed her hand along it, slowly passing her fingers through each crevice and fold, down her arch to her ass and all the way up again to her shoulders. Elaine rubbed her own pussy with her other hand. Sammy took cock like a champion. In and out, in and out, gurgling in pleasure at a cock which demanded servicing.

James finally shoved his cock deep, somehow deeper than before. His cock twitched and pulse, he let out a loud moan that Elaine was sure Mike could hear, if he was awake. No one seemed to care. The situation was pure bliss for the three of them. Cum ran down Sammy's throat as her eyes rolled back in euphoria. The emptying of James load seemed to last a lifetime. When he finally pulled out, strings and gobs of cum came out with it, dripping out of Sammy's mouth and onto her face and tits. Elaine rubbed her finger across her face, collecting James' cum and put her finger in Sammy's mouth so she wouldn't miss any of the cum. With a towel, Elaine cleaned her up, put her shirt back on, and took her to the couch. Drunken and euphoric, Sammy stayed quiet.

James, like a good dominant should, stayed with her. He wrapped his strong arms around Sammy, her ass plumped backwards on his cock. If it weren't for Mike, Elaine probably would have stayed too. Though Sammy was the star for tonight, the special pleasure connection between two submissives is unmistakable, and Elaine felt a sense of satisfaction she had never felt before. Something greater than simple sexual gratification.

She flipped off the lights, and made her way upstairs to Mike. He was asleep, but Elaine woke him up. They fucked, the way midlife couples do. Boring. But the whole time she thought of James and how he fucked her and Sammy. She came multiple times herself, and Mike seemed to fall asleep before he could finish. As she drifted off to sleep under a wool blanket, she wondered what the future would bring to her.