Kendra Found It

I know it wasn't a sexual feeling but it stayed with me always, the need for someone to lead me, rather than I do the leading. Failing with my husband had left my ship without the rudder I needed. I was beginning to really understand that this was an essential part of my make up.

So while a tiny piece of my mind was trying to rebel and stop my son, or it had been a few minutes ago, my other part was rejoicing and welcoming my submission to a more dominant personality, and lo and behold, that person was my son, and we live together, how good is that?

I felt my mind cave in to what was happening; it seemed to sink over the horizon of sensibility, of reasoning and even morality. But did I care now? No, I did not; I had moments ago, but the combination of being fooled into this, his blindfolding of me, his talented use of my explosively sensitive nipples, his kissing of me, his murderous tongue lashing of my pussy and clit. My mind reeling from all of that to the now sumptuous feeling of hot hard flesh raiding my body, pussy and mind.

The only thing I could do was hang my head, I had no defence, I was as comfortable as my position on the sofa allowed, but even the bonds digging into my wrists and ankles added to the sense of my utter fulfilment, my humbling to my son. But it was the cock in me that had turned me, controlled me, forced the acceptance that I had at last been tied up, taken, and was being abused as I had imagined that this was the way it would happen, if it ever did. And now I had been, I had been conquered by another man, my son!

My whole being centred now on the hot steel bar of flesh rummaging in my honey pot, that my son was fucking. I was receiving from him hidden wishes I had harboured for all these years. My helpless subjection, my submission to this consumed me, I came again, how many more times would I cum before it was over. I had rarely had more than one orgasm in my life, now Simon had got several from me all in the space of minutes.

I realised my head was hung backwards, I was gasping for breath, but I was doing no exertions, no exercise, it was because of my position, my capture. My heart was beating like a drum, my stomach was doing somersaults, my pussy was on fire, I could feel my cum running, sliding down my thighs.

Then I heard a scream, a voice, it was ragged, hoarse, guttural.

"Yes yes yes, oh my sweet Jesus yes, oh God please help meeeeee, Hmmmmm, argggh oh yes, oh Simon, ohhhhhh." I think I had a triple orgasm or maybe even more I don't know, one on top of the other, it ripped me apart. I didn't know it right then but the world had gone black. I had passed out with sublime emotion.

I saw the light behind my eye lids, I wasn't sure where I was, even who I was. I opened them thinking I had had a wonderful nightmare, I was in my bedroom laid flat on my back.

"Where am I?" I asked myself, I groggily lifted my head, I was tucked up under the duvet, and I could feel my nakedness. I attempted to roll over to get up but my arms didn't work, they didn't go where I subconsciously commanded them to.

I couldn't understand that, I lifted them, they stayed by my sides, I kicked my feet, they worked okay, so what was wrong with my arms? I pulled them and felt the restrictions at my wrists. I managed to part roll over and slip sideways and there it was, the reason I couldn't lift them. There was rope attached to each one and now I could feel it in my back as I lay on it.

I lay there like some washed up fish on the beach trying to gather my thoughts, "why was I like this, what's happened?" I shook my head and then the first glimmer of what had transpired started clearing the fog in my head. Simon! He had been there, No, he had done me, he had got me, bamboozled me. I had been tied to my own sofa and he had taken me, used me, and fucked me, my pussy lit up when that thought popped into my mind. I raised my knees crushed them together when the sudden gorgeous feeling spread through me as I remembered what had happened, what he had done to me.

I lay there and revelled in my thoughts, I began to recall every detail, everything that had happened in its own sequence, how I had capitulated, how easy it had been for him. He had found his own 100 carat diamond without even looking for it or even expecting it. I yanked sideways on my arms, I wanted to feel again my bonds biting into my wrists to let myself know that I was a prisoner, a captive.

"I bet he thinks he will just walk in here and have me again!" I thought to myself, "Well I'll show him that he can't just do what he wants without my permission or consent!" I told myself.

"But how will you stop him, what will you use to say no, you're voice?" It was a question my mind posed to me.

"I er, I erm, I don't know yet but I'll think of something, I will," I answered my own mind.

I stayed where I was trying to get my head around my situation, but time after time the same bewildering thought returned.

"You loved it, you loved being taken, you loved him creasing your clit with his tongue, you loved it when he stabbed your nipples, and you loved it when he fucked you. You were helpless, you were his toy, his plaything, he mastered you completely and there was nothing you or any one else could do to stop it, or him!"

My pussy, nipples and the parts of my body connecting it all rifled a message in my head, it said to me.

"Yes we did, we loved it wholly, and completely, that was the superb feeling you've been wanting and chasing for all of these years Kendra, enjoy it while you can."

I looked at the clock; it was 11pm, so it had been about five hours since Simon took me. I shivered involuntarily, my knees pressed together again trying to squiggle my pussy as the memory resurfaced of him doing what he had.

"Ah she's awake, hello sleepy head," I heard his voice as he entered my bedroom, it was Simon and he was smiling broadly at me, climbing into the bed and over me he settled down.

All he had on were a pair of boxer shorts, and I caught sight of his young body for what was really the very first time. I had seen him stripped off many times over the years. But the boy I knew before this had gone. This was a young good looking man sat on me, with a body most women would die for to be in my position.

"Are you alright mum?" he enquired earnestly, and before I could answer he continued. "I know I took you by surprise."

"You can say that again," I thought.

"But you seemed to enjoy yourself, no, you didn't seem to enjoy it, I know you did, you loved it didn't you mum, Hmmmm?" And again before I could answer, he took and squeezed my nipples.

The only parts of me that could move were my feet, knees and head. They all left the bed in unison and I heard the loud gasp come from my wide open mouth as he did.

"Oh, oh, oh, Hmmmm, oh Simon, what are y... oh god oh Simon ple..." I fell silent; my power of speech had left me. He slid back a little, bent his head and took one of my nipples in his teeth, my head went back and my body arched up to him. He slid his hands under me between my arms and held me up while he ravaged first one nipple then the other.

After what seemed to be a lifetime of wonderful purgatory he stopped murdering me and got up, faced me and dropped his shorts to reveal what can only be described as a gorgeous beautiful prick. He lifted the covers and got in with me.

"My," he said smiling, "you seem to be all tied up mum, do you like being like this hmmm? At my mercy, do you mum?"

He forced me to answer by biting a nipple and sinking his fingers into my already burning hot pussy. My head answered first by yelling and screaming inside of it that 'YES I LOVE IT DARLING, OH MY GOD YED BABY!'

"Oh Simon, I don't know what to say, I have never er, well you Grrrr," his fingers shuddered my brain, "Argggh, oh Si... Please..."

"It's okay mum, I can wait, I already know you do, you just have to get used to it, then you can let it all go and we can get on with our lives can't we?" He kissed me then, and it was such a lovely loving kiss, it was exactly the right thing to do. I melted, my body relaxed and simmered as he caressed my clit softly and agonisingly slowly.

When my eyes reopened he was all around me, if he had got any closer he would have been inside me. He stroked my face, kissed me again, kissed my cheek, held me the way a woman likes to be held, tightly. He moved his lower body and I felt his young cock touch my hand, my fingers automatically closed around it and squeezed, it felt so hard, so young, so big, so powerful, so dangerous, and oh so devastatingly wonderful.

He moved again and he was on me, probing me, my legs widened and opened for him immediately, they raised up, he gained the entry we were both looking for and he was off! I hooked my feet over him, mother and son were no more, we were a man and a woman, and we were rutting, fucking and making love.

His prick filled me in a way his dad's never had, I don't think he was much bigger; he just seemed to have more of knowledge of how it was supposed to be used. Simon's face was right over mine, his eyes locked on to mine, our lips met, then he was up on his elbows and the battering I had envisaged many times while being tied up was on!

He hit me with everything I had, I gave back all I had to give, his loins slapping in to my upward thrusting ones, his cock deep within me then almost out before thundering back in went on fabulously forever. We kissed and bit at each other, he was the dominant one of the two of that there was no doubt. But I accepted it fully, I was where I had wanted to be for years, under a strong man, tied up, being used for his satisfaction and loving what he was doing. And I was loving it even more than that.

Climax after climax ripped through me, cum after cum hit me, I could feel my juices around my ass, his cock slurping as it went in and out turned me on to greater and greater heights. Then Simon stopped just like that. I refocused my own eyes and looked up at him wondering what was next, what was he going to do. He gave me a sort of knowing smile and crashed back into me one final time. His body tight down on to mine and I knew he was shooting his load deep within me. It burned, scalded, and flooded into my pussy and from there to wherever it wanted to go.

I had one final orgasm under him and fell into the bed, I was truly exhausted. I can honestly say right here, right now that I have never in my life been made to cum like that. It was fabulous, fantastic, and mind boggling in the extreme. I don't know how long it was before he moved again, but it was a fair amount of time, he slid away and pulled me to him.

He turned my face to his, peered into what must have been my blood shot eyes after that, and whispered.

"Now mum, admit it right now that you love this don't you?" The soft quiet intensity of his words made me say yes.

"Darling, I don't know how you knew, or even if you knew, but yes I do baby, I do."

There I had admitted it to him, the only way to go now was forward, and at his bidding as far as I was concerned.

"I have known for some time mum that you were this way," he told me. I was astonished to say the least.

"What do you mean Simon," I asked, "how do you know?"

"I learned from the way you used to look at dad, longingly, and I used to see disappointment in you when he didn't respond the way you wanted him to."

"But Simon, you couldn't have guessed," I said.

"It took me a long time to understand you," Simon told me, "then I began to realise that you needed a strong man, someone you could go to, lean on, ask a question and learn the answer, and respect, that was always missing. And then one day I knew what it was you wanted, it was domination of some kid or other. My problem was finding what that level was, and happily I think I've got it right, yes?"

"Simon oh my darling, you ought to be on television as a psychic, you've seen right through me haven't you?" Now I was admitting it completely.

"I used to look at my dad and think, what the hell is wrong with you dad? You have a gorgeous sexy woman right here," I blushed with happiness and beamed with pride when he said that, "and you can't see her, not the way she wants you to see her!"

"Oh Simon you are so perceptive, you really are, why didn't he see what you saw?"

"I'm just really glad mum that he didn't, that he missed what he could have had. Because I have you now, you belong to me and will do forever." That made me take notice of where I was and whom I was with.

"But Simon, I am still your mother, should we do this?" I said gently.

"Its done mum, there will be no going back, and if I have to teach you this, then I will," he said.

Teach me? I wondered what he was meaning.

"And just how do you intend to 'teach' me Simon?" I asked pointedly. I found out big time in a heartbeat. He flipped me over, placed his hand in the small of my back and pressed downwards. Then he spanked me. Me! his own mother, I was being spanked and chastised by my own son.

I tried to break away but if you've ever been held down like that with your wrists tied its bloody well impossible. Slaps thundered down and I began to cry, I started to beg, I pleaded with him, but it went on and on. Eventually I became limp I know I did, he had beaten my submission into me and my protestations would never be brought to the fore again.

I lay there sobbing, I had just had the most glorious love making and fucking session of my life and I had just had a punishment to end all punishments. My ass was on fire, the pain was terrible and I also knew that I loved it, I loved the domination, the hold he had on me. The fact that Simon was my son was a bonus, I knew he wouldn't hurt me badly so I told myself that I had deserved it, I had to be taught my place and Simon had just taught me.

Between sobs I apologised, "I'm sorry Simon, please forgive, I think I have learned a lesson here today," I told him.

"Think you have learned a lesson, think!" he quietly yelled. A good set of hard slaps covered my tortured ass once more, again I begged and cried. He stopped and said.

"Think! You think you have learned mum, you only think?"

"No Simon, I have definitely learned my lesson," I blubbed.

"Well mum, I'm glad we have sorted that out, but I'm sure we both know now that this won't be the last time this will happen will it?" He was telling me that this would happen again.

"No Simon," I answered, and then he lay down beside me and loved me, I was so happily grateful to him I just snuggled in as best I could, sore ass or no sore ass.

I don't know if I went to sleep or we both did, I know I woke in the middle of the night to find myself lying on my stomach, this wasn't unusual for me, I often lie like that. I reached out forgetting momentarily that I was tied up, and that it was my son who had me in this fashion. As soon as my arms tugged to a stop I remembered, and I thanked the Lord for it, I said a prayer to him for Simon, and for sending him to me, and for delivering me to him.

In the soft light filtering through the window I saw him next to me, he was slumbering, so with great care and deftness which took me an age, I finally found myself looking close up at his cock. I gently licked it, then slowly sucked it in, I wanted to taste him, feel him, learn him, and know his texture. And much to my delight he began to get hard, his prick was growing in my mouth.

Here I was, a forty year old woman, a mother, his mother! I was tied by my wrists, I had been taken and used by my own son, and I had given in completely to him. And now I was sucking his cock, my son's dick was safely fitted in my mouth. My head I lowered gently on to his stomach and began to feed off him. It grew and grew until it was fully hard, I felt his hands go into my hair and hold me. He had to be awake surely, I attacked him with all I had, I needed him to fill my mouth with his cum, it was my cum too I reasoned.

I was his mother, without me he wouldn't be here, so in reality he was mine too, but in a different way to me being his. I drove my lips over him and forced as much of him as I could into me, I sucked as hard as I could, and I licked and swallowed him as hard as I could too. His breath was increasing, he was up and running and I was praying that I would be the cat that got the cream.

And when he came in my mouth it was the best cream that could have been served. It was 5 star, a glittering deposit of delicious soft hot soup of sperm. I let it rest on my tongue before I swallowed it, I swilled it around my cheeks. I even smelled it within my mouth, his taste, that first taste of my son's cum will stay with me for ever. I lay for a long time with his cock just in my mouth; I didn't want to let it go.

I knew he was awake now because he ruffled my hair, I felt a glow surge up from some where near my feet right up into my face, I felt the flush of desire, pride, need, and the sense of belonging flowed over me. It had been a long long time since I had felt that kind of bond with someone, if indeed I ever even had.

He reached for me, slid me up to him and held me close.

"I love you mum, and I'm never going to let you go, even if you have to spend the rest of your life tied up and confined to the house, this is where you are staying." It was said with such tenderness, such utter longing, he needed me I knew now, I needed him too. My life had turned full circle in one night.

I had gone from being an unhappily married woman, from staying with my husband simply for my son, to see he had the upbringing every child should have to being that chills lover, his soul mate, my life's companion. 8I was also pregnant now, my husband had always used condoms, Simon didn't, I never gave it any thought, and when I found out it was too late. I wanted the baby, and Simon did too.

Our son was born nine months later, we are extremely happy, Simon's father wanted to know who the father was. "You must have been having an affair," he raged.

We never told him of course, but I did tell him that if he ever found out, he would have a heart attack, "so don't ask," I told him, "okay?" Simon grinned at him as he left.