Mom Dom Affair Ch. 06-12

'Brother, you are mine.' And I eased an empty bottle of wine into my pussy, far more than I could take but not as much as I wanted.

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Session 10

Son's POV:

That night, after Dad left, Mom led me by the hand to her bedroom. Though, she did make a pitstop by the thermostat. She kissed me on the head and cranked the dial up to 85. A few moments later, hot air blasted through the vents.

Even before that, I was already sweating in my heavy jeans, long sleeve shirt, and woolen hoodie.

She led me into the center of her bedroom, leaving the door wide open, not that there was anyone but the two of us in the house. She looked me up and down and licked her plump bottom lip, hungry for whatever was to come.

But instead of taking me on the bed, she wandered over to the dirty clothes hamper. Mom rooted around in there and dug out several pairs of her own used panties. They weren't exotic garments by any means, just plain white cotton panties.

Because of the whiteness, I could see years of slightly yellowed stains on the front, right where her crotch pressed day after day, month after month, year after year.

I was still as a mouse caught in a trap.

She slipped the first pair over my head, covering my eyes. Along with that, her musk wafted down from whatever body odors were stained into the front. Through the stretch of the fabric, I could still make out fuzzy details of the room. She slipped another pair over my head, then another, and from then on, all I could see was a faint trace of light peeking in from under my nose, leaking in through the seal.

My cock strained against my jeans.

Her hands slid under my shirt from the bottom. Her nails tickle-scratched their way up my flesh. She pinched my nipples, worked them around in her hand, and then slipped my hoodie off over my head, my shirt along with it.

My torso was laid bare.

She shuffled around and made me raise my feet, one at a time. Mom slipped off my socks. Her hands slid up the inside of my legs, gliding up my thighs, but just before she reached my cock, she slid up and around it.

Ziiiiip. My zipper pulled down. Click. The button unlatched, unlocking the last of it.

Then, she must have stood up because I could feel her chest pressed against mine. That Mickey Mouse shirt was all that was between us, just like before. Her hands caressed down my waist and slipped inside my underwear, rubbing the cheeks of my ass.

With her body pressed against mine, she slid both herself and my pants down to my ankles. I knew she was kneeling because she lifted one of my feet, pulling the last of my jeans away, then did the same with the other.

Once I was laid bare before her, she paused, still kneeling.

Pant. Pant. Pant. Warm breath swept across my raging cock. Her mouth was level with it, staring at it. I flexed it upward, unable to take the sensation.

Before anything happened, her breath faded and she walked away. I heard the rustle of fabric. The click of a bra-strap. The slip of her panties. Mom was getting naked.

I fought every urge to remove my blindfold. But she didn't want that. I was to obey Mommy.

I stood, a soldier at attention, in the center of the room, waiting for her. Eventually she came. Mom took me by the hand, led me forward. My knees caught against the edge of her mattress, and still, she led me on. I crawled up on all fours as she dragged me onto a pillow at the head of the bed.

She laid me down on my side.

I felt the mattress depress as she crawled up next to me. Then I heard the strokes of moisture. Mother was pleasuring herself. Quietly, to be sure, she probably thought I couldn't hear, but I did, all the same.

She crawled over top of me, straddling me on all fours, and grazed her wet sex across my upturned thigh. It kissed me gently as she crossed over to the other side, facing my behind.

Mom snuggled into me, wrapping her arms around my chest, pulling me into her bare bosom so tightly. Her hips scooted closer until I could feel her warmth sweltering against the split of my ass. Her head nestled on top of mine, her cheek pressed against mine. Warm drops of her spit grazed across my lips.

I...I couldn't take it.

I could see the light was still on through the leak of my blindfold. She wanted to see me, to see everything in this bed. So, with her naked flesh curled around my own I lowered my hand, and gingerly touched my rock hard erection. It twitched. Mom's fingers found my nipple and swirled it in circles.

I tickled my head. I poked my finger into my urethra. Her sex ground into my ass, softly humping. I stroked my cock. I stroked it under her stare. Ripples of friction burned against the chafing redness of my poor abused cock. Ghost kisses were nothing. I was masturbating in front of Mom.

I came so fast. But that semen gave me another outlet. As my cock deflated to half mast, I stroked it with the slippery goodness of my insides. The sensitivity made me moan.

Mom's lips tickled my ear. "It's okay, Sweety. Let it out."

I fapped furiously. It took at least ten minutes to come again, and like before, I shot my load onto the bed. I masturbated more. Mom encouraged me despite not explicitly stating what she was encouraging exactly.

About an hour later, I was spent. As I bask against her bare nudity, a pond of goo trickling into my stomach: all my own semen that I'd shot onto the bed. I wallowed in my seed while Mom sensually stroked my chest, the inside of my thighs, everywhere except where I wanted her the most.

This was when Mom switched positions. Her naked body pressed mine onto my stomach. Goo squeezed around my gut, balls, and chest as her curves shoved me into it. My ass was half turned in the air, a perfect angle to her.

Her thigh laced over mine, curling under me, wrapping me tight against her sex. Her chest, both breasts, pressed into my back as she smothered into me with every inch of her supple curves.

The heater was at full blast, piping hot air into the room. Mom's own heat opened my pores, opened hers, and before long, we were both lathered in each other's sweats. Our sweltering goodness mingled.

Mom began slithering her torso up and down. Her bosom, her bare stomach lathered over my back. Her rock hard nipples felt like pebbles drawing across my shoulder blades.

Then her sex swung around until her sopping pussy was right between my ass. The crack of her womanhood lined up perfectly with the crack of my ass, and she fucked her hips against the divide. The way she swung her hips, I just knew she was picturing her imaginary cock gaping me bare.

Her hands slid down and spread my soggy cheeks. The hairs of her pussy tickled my asshole as her juices, and once even, her cum dripped inside. Her imaginary cock was balls deep.

Even when she was finished, she continued to smother my body with her own. We slept like that. With the lights on so she could still see it all.

Our routine had intensified.

This became the new norm. Mother would blindfold me with her panties and grind against my back until she fell asleep on top of me, covered in our cum and sweat.

In the mornings, she would bathe me.

I still had my blindfold on, but she'd stand me in the shower and use the detachable head to rinse and scrub my body down right.

I never was allowed to do hers. In fact, I never even touched her without her permission. It was beginning to feel...wrong...to do so.

Once clean, she would lead me through the house and into the kitchen. I'd stand there naked and blind, covering my crotch while she clattered and clanked around in the sink. I knew what she was doing.

She was washing my bulbous butt plug.

This next part, she'd reasoned it was my punishment for being late to breakfast the other day. Once she was done washing, she'd put her hand on the small of my back and lead me to the table.

I'd hear the rip of duct tape behind me. I guess I wasn't the only one who saw its value?

Then, she shoved me down and bent me over the table. The first time I cried out "Please, Mommy, stop!"

That only seemed to egg her on more.

Anymore, I'd chuckle to myself. This would pretty much be a prostate exam (believe me, I'd since looked up what that 'special button' up my butt was) with the exception that the doctor's hands were on my waist. Both of them.

Mom would hold me tightly in place. Later, I realized she was taping the butt plug to her pussy. She'd slowly enter me, her little boy, from behind, one bulb at a time, loving me wide.

Plop, plop, plop.

To get the last bulb in, she'd spread me until she could mash her entire waist into my crack. Her pussy hair would tickle my valley as she gaped me deep, pinning my hips to the edge of the oak table top.

Sometimes, she'd moan. Others, she'd rub my back and say, "It's okay, Sweety. Just a little more."

But everytime, I'd feel her bare pussy lips touch my ass for a lingering moment as she entered me fully, kneading me beyond that infamous last ball, the ball of no return.

Once, she really got into it and started pumping me right there on the table for probably twenty minutes. I screamed her name for all the neighbor's to hear. "Use me, Mommy! Use me!"

She was so wet by the end of it, her pussy juice alone had continuously lubed my very tender asshole. She drizzled and sprayed off so much wet that I'm sure there was a puddle of hers sloshing around my cave as she rattled me, so voracious, used my body beyond when it was spent--as was her right as my mom.

After that chore was done, Mom would escort me to my room. But the bulb she planted would still be buried deep in my ass, so the whole trip there, I'd be dribbling cum. I'd since gained enough control to not orgasm from just that much, but still not enough to stop the cum from leaking.

Then, she'd dress me. Never any underwear. Also, perhaps worse, perhaps better, she'd cut the backs out of all my gym shorts, which was all she'd let me wear. Just assless shorts and a Hanes tee.

Then, she'd walk me back to her room and stand me with my nose in the corner. This was when she'd remove the blindfold. I knew she was butt naked right behind me, and I wanted so badly to turn, just to see her once.

But I knew that would be wrong. I was not allowed to see Mother naked until such a time that she deemed me worthy--and that was not now.

She put my hand on my cheeks and made me pull them open so she could marvel at her handiwork--both creating me and plugging me. She fap loudly.

When she decided she was done, I'd hear the rustle of fabric as she got dressed, and once she was clothed, she'd turn me around and I'd see her for the first time that day without any mask between us.

...or maybe this part was the mask?

From then on out, she'd be in Mom mode, and other than sitting my bare plugged ass on her thigh, she'd never make a single mention or hint of the sex we'd had before.

It would all be Pythagorean theorem and Hernando Cortez and colonialism in the Middle East.

In short, she was Mom during the day and something deeper at night.

And she loved me.

And I loved her. To make sure she knew, I'd cum for her every night as we pressed together. It was heaven. I never wanted to leave.

And then, the doorbell rang.

It echoed through the house loud and clear, shattering the tranquility of our lessons.

I glanced back at Mom. Her lips were curled in a quiet snarl. When she noticed me peeking, her face softened. She pinched my cheeks and kissed my lips, long and slow, just like she did the night Dad left, right in front of him.

This time, when she released me. She basked in the afterglow, pressing her forehead against mine.

Ding Dong!

She kissed me again. Her tongue punched into my mouth and traced my teeth--no, her teeth. Mine was hers. Her plump lips shoved my mouth so wide, her tongue seemed to tickle the back of my throat.

Ding Dong!

She released me, lingered, and gave me one more peck. It was like she had a duty, but at the same time, she never wanted to leave. She wanted to savor what we had together as long as she could.

Ding Dong!

She helped me to my feet. Mom hugged me tight then smacked my ass and chuckled. "Go get dressed, Cubby," she said.

"But Mom..."

She pecked me on the lips. "Get dressed for real this time, honey." She glanced to the entryway. "Mommy needs to answer the door."

I hugged her tight one last time and scampered off. As I did, she called after me, "take your time, Cubby. Mommy needs a moment to talk alone."

I did as she said. Of course, I did.

But that's not to say I didn't strip and throw a pair of, uh, unaltered clothes on as quickly as I could and then pressed my ear against my bedroom door, listening for our visitor.

Was Dad home?

No. I could make out two voices, both feminine. One was, of course, Mom's, and the other was...I strained closer...Sister's? But the cadence was all wrong. She sounded sloppy. Whereas my sister was an eloquent intellectual pursuing her bachelor's in business studies.

The woman out in the living room, she just didn't sound right. The conversation went on for some time, not that I could make anything out other than garbled voices, and then--

Knock. Knock. "Kevin?" Mom said as she opened the door.

I backed away quickly, but she flashed me a knowing smile. This was nearly the same as before. "Come greet Margaret," Mom said.

Who the fuck was Margaret? It didn't immediately register when I stepped into the living room, either. What I saw wasn't a "Margaret" or whatever that name implied.

It was a girl in a crystal blue cocktail dress. Except, there was nothing glamorous about it. It was filthy, stained gray with grime and spackled with ketchup and mustard and...other drippings down the front. She was slouched down on her knees, head hung, arms sagging onto the floor in exasperation and submission.

Long thick brunette hair hung in front of her face, entirely in disarray, poking up this way and that. She was slender, judging by the way the dress hugged her. Small breasts, but thick firm thighs and a muscled ass pooched out behind her.

When I walked in, she glanced up from her filthy heap. Dead green eyes underlined by dark bags so puffy, they may have well as been bruised. Her cheeks were hollow. But her teeth were bright when she forced a smile and a hoarse voice said, "hello, Kevin."

Oh. I knew her. Sister. Maggie was home.

Oh...

We'd never been close, and not because she didn't try. She'd help me with my homework, always in her room with the door closed. She'd make me snacks, crispy burnt Toll House. And when I hadn't seen her for a while, she'd hug me when we greeted.

But all that kindness always felt...off. Like she was a hollow person acting out life.

There was no connection there. So, we weren't close.

And still, when I saw the filthy heap on the floor and recognized Sister and the absolute state she was in, I couldn't help but throw myself into her and hug her tight. I sobbed. I hadn't a clue what happened. Drugs? An attack? Rape? I shuddered as she brought her own arms around me and hugged me back, no better, no more than what was expected. That was alright. I'd cry for the two of us.

"Kevin!" Mom barked. "Get over here."

Confused, I released Sister and compiled.

"Margaret," Mom snarled, "know your boundaries."

Sister bowed down and touched her forehead against the carpet. "I understand, Mother."

Though, it didn't escape my notice that she puffed up her butt just a tiny bit more than she should have. Maybe Mom noticed, too, because she stormed over and grabbed Sister by the scruff of the neck. She jerked her standing upright and sniffed her chest. Mom's face twisted in disgust. She lifted Sister's arms, exposing Sister's hairy pits. She glanced over Sister's equally hairy legs.

"Kevin, come," Mom grabbed Sister by the arm and drug her into the bathroom. I followed behind.

Mom stood back with her hands on her hips, glaring at Sister. "Strip," she ordered.

Sister glanced over to me and shook her head. "Please...no."

"You are a vile bedraggled whore," Mom spat, "and here you show up on my stoop and refuse to cleanse yourself?"

"...not in front of Kevin, please..." she squeaked.

Mom looked at me. "Kevin, strip your sister."

"What?" I couldn't believe what I heard.

"You too?" Mom glared.

No, I was her good child. She loved me. She smothered me. If she asked me, I would do it. I shook my head, and stepped closer to Sister. For just a brief moment, as I did, I saw Sister's dead eyes flash with a primal lust, but it was gone as quick as it appeared.

She made no move to help me as I unzipped the back of her dress. I stared at the wall and tried not to look. As I worked it down around her waist, her putrid body odor made me turn away and gag. But Mom needed my help, so I rolled the dress off her ass and down to her feet. As soon as it was done, I scrambled away and hid behind Mom.

Mom reached around and patted my back, perhaps with even a trace of remorse for her outburst lingering on her face. "You did good. You can go."

She didn't need to tell me twice. I scampered out of the bathroom as quickly as I could. Mom called after me, "Cubby, start the review on Chapter 7 of your American History. And be prepared to discuss your thoughts on Columbus."

"Okay!" I called back just as I heard the shower turn on and Mother barking muffled orders at Sister.

As much as I pitied Sister's state, something about her nagged at my gut. Something that said I should never be alone with her.

Yet, the Mom I knew would always take care of her family, no matter what. Even Sister and whatever had happened to her.

Even if Sister being here did fuck everything me and Mom had up.

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Session 11

Son's POV:

That night, I slept in my own bed. Though, I did have a visitor. See, the first half hour that I laid in bed, I was tossing and turning. Then, I heard the door open and shut.

I kept my eyes closed, just like Mom liked, but I could see a wash of light brighten my eyelids as the light flicked on. My visitor didn't say anything. They didn't make the first move. I did.

Still with my eyes tightly shut I slipped off my shirt and rolled over onto my back. Then, I humped up into the air and pulled off my pants. My cock knew who it was and it sprang to attention.

I licked my hand, but then, I heard my visitor move to the side of my bed. Soft hands grabbed my own and put my fingers into their mouth. They worked their tongue around until my fingers dripped out with a wad of spit dripping from them.

I used their spit to lube my cock and began stroking it.

The friction burned and as I was stroking, I heard the stranger spit. Ptew. Ptew. Ptew. Right onto my nethers, getting most of it onto my cock.

I humped straight up into the air, fucking my fist, working their spit into my foreskin with quick strokes and down into my shaft so long and slow. I came for them. Right onto my own stomach. And I moaned out as I did, just a single word: "Mommy."

I did it for her. To let her know I loved her. And she loved me, too. This was our thing.

A hot moist thing splayed against my bare cum drenched stomach. Their tongue. They were licking my cum clean from my body. When every last drop was swallowed up. They turned off the lights and opened the door.

"Goodnight, Mommy," I said to her.

I'm sure she smiled back as she closed the door and left me alone for the night. I slept well after that.

The next day, Sister sat in the living room during breakfast. Mom did not serve her a plate. Instead, Sister had to wait until after we had eaten to fix her own scraps. My heart yearned for her. I had no idea what she'd done to deserve this, and when I opened my mouth to protest, Mom cut me off with a sharp glare.