Mom's New Owner Ch. 01

Well, that's it, then, I thought. She knew I'd been listening and she was pissed off. I was hoping that she'd want to talk calmly about it. But my reluctance to come out of the bathroom must have pushed her over the edge. I swallowed nervously once again and slowly walked to the bathroom door. I didn't want to open it, since my cock was still fully hard, but I knew better than to disobey her when she was this mad.

So, staring at my feet, I pulled the bathroom door open and walked across the room to stand before her. She'd decided to enter my room after I'd unintentionally made her angrier. I still had to cross my room to reach her, though, because she'd only come inside far enough to allow her to close the door. I heard a small gasp when I reached her and looked up quickly. What I saw completely blew me away.

My mom was staring at my hard cock with lust in her eyes. As I stood there looking at her, her small, pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips and her right hand gently brushed the side of her firm breast. I suppose I could have tried to cover myself when I'd entered the room. On the other hand, I don't think it would have made much difference seeing that I was fully hard. My hands can only cover so much and I'm not exactly small in that area.

I was hardly able to believe what I was seeing. My own mother had gotten turned on by looking at my body. Maybe it was because she'd just had sex and her body was still recovering from being highly aroused. I nodded to myself as that thought entered my mind. I felt my heartbeat return to a semi-normal pace. Noticing that mom was still staring raptly at my throbbing member, I softly cleared my throat to get her attention.

"Yes. Um. We, um, need to talk, Jimmy." She said, tearing her eyes away from my hard cock and looking me in the eyes. "I know that you were listening to your father and I having sex a few minute ago. That was very wrong of you, son. You shouldn't be listening to other people having sex."

"Yes, mom. I know, but..." I replied, but she kept talking as if she hadn't heard me.

"It's beyond rude. It's deviant behavior that we just won't stand for. Your father and I have reputations that could be seriously damaged if anyone else found out what you were just doing. Our reputations are one of the most important requirements for us to adequately perform our duties at the hospital. Do you understand, son?"

"Yes, mommy." I said, lowing my eyes to the floor once again. "I'm very sorry and it will never happen again. I promise."

"I know, baby." She replied, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Your father is highly upset by this. If he hears that you've done this again, he'll be the one talking to you. And you know what that means."

I swallowed a nervous lump as I heard those words. My father wasn't much of a talker when it came to discipline. If he'd be doing the "talking" next time, I'd be in for a rough time. His "talking" would amount to him literally kicking my ass from one end of the house to the next.

My dad didn't get angry often, but when he did he was a force to be reckoned with. He'd been raised by his semi-religious aunt and uncle who'd believed that a physical confrontation was the best way to teach morality. I suppose it was all that "spare the rod and spoil the child" nonsense. Of course, I'd never really read up on that particular saying, so I couldn't say for sure.

As I looked up at my mom, I saw that she was smiling. She knew she'd gotten her point across just by the look in my eyes. She ruffled my hair playfully and told me to get dressed. She also reminded me to clean up my mess on the bed before it stained the mattress. I nodded and she turned to leave the room. I began to pick up my clothes, but I hesitated slightly when I noticed her gazing at me once again. I looked into the mirror and I saw the lust burning behind her beautiful brown eyes.

She must have realized I was watching her because her eyes darted to the mirror and locked with my own. The moment they met, it was as if my resistance fell away. I no longer cared that I was naked in front of my mother. After I finished picking up my clothes, I moved over to my bed. I tossed them onto my rumpled covers before I started to put them on. All the while, I felt my mother's eyes burning holes into my body.

My thick shaft grew even harder from her gaze, if that was even possible. I didn't say a word about her watching me as I continued to get dressed. Once I finished, I walked over to where she stood in front of my closed bedroom door. She backed away from me until her back hit the solid wood surface. She looked like a deer frozen in the headlights of an oncoming car.

I slowly raised my right hand upon reaching her and placed it on the door next to her head. Then I leaned in towards her ear to whisper something to her. I wasn't intending to do anything inappropriate. I just wanted to see how she'd react to my nearness. This maneuver put my body very close to hers. Even through the layers of our clothing, I could feel the intense heat from her pussy.

I felt a strange desire to tease her just a bit more, so I merely breathed gently against her ear for a few minutes. An unconscious moan slipped past her lips as she allowed me to stand so close to her. Eventually, she broke the silence to speak to me."

"J-Jim-my. W-we c-can't do this. What about y-your f-father?"

"What about my father? We're not doing anything wrong. Are we, mommy? I mean, I was just going to ask you to move, so I could go find dad and apologize." I said. Then I leaned back with what I hoped was a curious expression on my face. It was one I rarely used, so I wasn't sure I could pull it off. I looked into her eyes and said, "Why? Were you expecting me to do something to you? Forgive me, mommy, but I thought you were dad's bitch. Didn't he tell you that no one else can have you or something like that?"

"Oh, gawd. You heard that, Jimmy? Um...I-I'm sorry, baby. M-maybe we s-should move your r-room somewhere else in the house. I-it must be tough for you to listen to us having sex so often." She said, trying to change the subject.

I felt her unconsciously brush her covered pussy against my cock as she spoke and it only made me more confident in what I was doing to her. I knew, without a doubt, that I'd seriously turned her on. I also knew that she wanted to be taken by her own son. She was just as deviant as she claimed I was. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite brave enough yet to test the waters, so to speak. At least, I didn't have the courage to test them any more than I already had. I stepped back from her, after giving her a familial kiss on the cheek, and then I nodded in agreement.

"I think that might be a good idea, mommy." I said. I knew that my repeated use of the word mommy had gotten to her. The look she had in her eyes whenever I said it was all the proof I needed. Her eyes flashed with excitement every time. "May I go look for daddy now and apologize to him like a man?"

She stood there against my door in silence for so long that I almost repeated my teasing question. But then she nodded and moved aside to let me leave the room. I couldn't stop the grin from forming on my lips as I left her alone in my room. I'm sure she waited until she thought I couldn't hear to let the moan flow past her lips. Unfortunately for her, it was still perfectly clear to me from my position halfway down the hallway.

*

Even so, I'd ignored it at the time. I'd known, even then, that there were a lot of preparations I'd have to make before I could even begin to think about seducing my own mother. Her various reactions to me had cemented that very idea in my mind. Don't get me wrong, though. I'd tried very hard over the following months and years to rid myself of those thoughts, as well as my plan to seduce her.

Regrettably, nothing I'd done had worked. So I'd eventually given in to my dark desires and had begun to scheme like only a horny young man could. I'd researched every article, book, and bit of information I could that had to do with the BDSM lifestyle, which was the one I believed my parents were a part of.

It had taken me quite a while to learn what I'd thought I'd needed to. It had taken even longer to experience that life myself, from the point of view that my mother did. I wanted to dominate my mother in the worst way. On the other hand, I knew that I had to understand things from her side of the fence if I wanted to be taken seriously as her master. Although it was a lot of hard work, I'd known that it would be worth it in the end.

The events of that day happened more than two years ago. I can't tell you how hard it was to keep from fucking my mother while she was still married to my father. Even though I'd stopped caring about committing incest, I had no intention of having sex with a married woman. Besides, if dad had found out, we wouldn't have gotten anything in the settlement and we'd probably be in jail right now.

I know it's wrong, but the moment I found out the divorce was finalized, I silently thanked the hands of fate. Now I could do whatever I chose with her and I'm sure she realized this too. I know she did because when she'd told me about the divorce, she'd winked at me and she'd licked her lips in a most sexual way.

Apparently, my mom was smarter than I'd given her credit for. She'd obviously known all along what I'd been doing since our talk. She knew I'd been studying up on how to dominate her, so that I could be with her in the same way that my father had been. What was most surprising of all, however, was that she didn't seem to mind about having that sort of relationship with her son anymore.

I still wouldn't allow anything to happen between us, though. I knew that dad would have told someone to keep an eye on her for the first few months of the divorce. He'd want to make sure that she hadn't also been cheating on him while they'd been married. I know it seems stupid, but my dad would assume that if she had any boyfriends in those first few months, those men would be the ones she'd cheated on him with.

So, while I waited for the right moment, I continued to do a lot of research online. I read as much as I could on the subject of domination and submission because I wanted to be the best possible master my mom had ever had. I had no idea of how much information there'd be on this subject when I'd first started. The sheer volume of information that I found, both from reading websites and from talking with other people in the lifestyle, was enough to make my head spin. But, I figured, the more knowledgeable I became on this subject, the better I'd be when it came to dominating my mother.

Of course, I couldn't devote as much time to learning about this new lifestyle as I wanted to. Running the farm took a lot of work and mom needed all the help she could get. She also sent me into town on numerous occasions to pick up the things we needed. I suggested hiring a few people to help out, but she merely told me that this was mother-son quality time. I'd be going off to college next year, so she wanted to spend as much time with me as she could.

I couldn't blame her for that nor could I even feel angry that she was keeping me from finishing my plans for her. We had all the time in the world to explore that sort of relationship with each other. Dad had finally stopped checking up on her activities. He had a new girlfriend and, between the work at the hospital and his devotion to her, he had no time to worry about what mom was doing.

We'd hoped that he wouldn't be able to get in touch with us, but someone in the family had given him our phone number. So I'd had to put up with weekly phone calls from him for a while. He kept asking me to move in with him and Tiffany. As it turned out, Tiffany happened to be the woman whose jaw had been broken by my mom.

I told them both that I had no intentions of ever moving away from my new home. I also told them that mom needed me here to keep the farm running smoothly. After explaining this to them several times, they finally gave up and told us good luck.

There was only one thing left to do before I took the last step into a life of being my mother's master. I'd read something, during my research on dominance and submission, about people in the lifestyle having their own personal dungeon. Not one of those medieval torture chambers like you read about in books. No, this would be more like a playroom. It would be filled with all sorts of sexual devices that only serve to enhance the pleasures found in domination and submission.

My mother probably just assumed I planned to turn the basement into another home gym like my father had built in our old house. But I'd decided to turn it into our own little dungeon. Thanks to some of the people I'd met online, I now had several addresses to websites that supplied all the "toys" anyone could ever want or need in this lifestyle. Most of them were really tacky, but there were several that'd be more than adequate for what I had planned. Some of them even had real-life shops for people who didn't like ordering things online. I just hoped I could get the dungeon completely set up without mom finding out about it.

A few days later, I found my chance when mom told me that she had to go out of town for a couple of weeks. Her brother had become really ill and she needed to fly out to Houston to help my aunt take care of him. I offered to go with her to help, but she said there wasn't really anything I could do and that I'd only get in the way. So I drove her to the airport the next day and told her not to worry about me. I told her I was plenty old enough to take care of myself and that she should just focus on helping Uncle Ted get better.

Once the plane had taken off, I hurried home and got the addresses to the shops I wanted to visit. Mom had given me a healthy allowance since the divorce, which I'd been hiding in a corner of my closet, and now I had more than enough to get everything I needed. As I thought about all the things I had planned for her, my heart began to beat rapidly in my chest and my cock became hard as a rock.

However, I had more than a little trouble finding the first shop on my list. The address I'd been given was apparently wrong because there was no shop at the specified location. Even asking nearby store owners didn't help. No one had even known there was a shop like that in town. I'd almost given up hope and had considered moving to the next shop on the list, when someone came to my rescue.

As I walked along the street, someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me into a dark alley. They were very strong, whoever they were, because I couldn't break their grip. Before I could do anything else, they quickly whispered an address in my ear. Then they released me and ran as fast as they could away from me. Apparently, they'd been one of the people at the shops I'd visited, but didn't want anyone to know who they were or what they were interested in. That was fine by me as I had the address I wanted. It didn't matter who they were as long as I could continue with my plans.

Thirty minutes later, I was in the shop and was pleasantly surprised with what I'd found. The shop was designed to resemble a 13th century torture chamber. Even the building itself resembled an English castle from that same time period. Along with the toys I wanted, there were displays of every kind of torture device you could think of and even some you couldn't. The store clerks had even gotten into the spirit of things as they were all dressed like slaves.

They wore simple peasant clothing that barely covered their ample cleavage. They were all very beautiful and seemed to be in great physical condition. It was apparent the shop owner had hired them strictly for how they looked. What better way to entice people to come to your shop again and again than to have scantily clad women working for you?

After a long talk with the owner, he agreed to have everything I wanted delivered to my home within the next few days. He even agreed to call a contractor for me to have the room remodeled to better serve my needs. The cost was pretty high, but was more than worth it in my opinion. I could hardly wait to see what the new dungeon would look like.

Several days later, the room was completely finished and it was everything I'd hoped it would be. There were several shelves along the walls that held various toys of many shapes and sizes. There were vibrators, blindfolds, paddles, nipple clamps, and several other toys that I was very interested in trying on my mom. There were also more than enough supplies to keep them in perfect working order.

In the middle of the room was a large padded table and an equally well padded pommel horse. The table had eyelets built into the sides that'd help keep mom secured to it while I drove her to the edge of desire as often as I chose. The pommel horse had no eyelets, but the legs were adequately positioned so that a person could be comfortably tied to them.

The concrete floor was sanded as smooth as was possible and additional eyelets were installed into it to allow me even more chances to bind my mother. The walls had been covered in a soft, thick carpet to help deaden any sound. Even though there was no one around to hear us, I still thought the sound buffers were a nice addition. I licked my lips in anticipation as I, once again, thought about all the things I had planned for her.

As I stood in the basement and surveyed my new dungeon, I realized my cock was hard again. I didn't want to let this one go to waste, so I walked over to the recliner and sat down. I'd had one brought in as I knew I'd need somewhere to sit down when I got tired and I wanted to be as comfortable as possible while I relaxed. I'd even bought a large, cushiony pillow for mom to kneel on when she wasn't serving me.

I opened my robe slowly and wrapped my hand around my hard, thick cock. My arousal had made my skin so sensitive that I gasped in pleasure at my touch. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair as I slowly slid my hand up and down my burgeoning member. The feeling of the head sliding through the tight tunnel my fist made was exquisite. My hips lifted uncontrollably and my moans slowly filled the room as I sought the peak of carnal desires.

I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my life and it was hard not to come too soon. I writhed with desire as I struggled valiantly to hold back the tidal wave of emotions threatening to break through the dam of my control. A sudden gasp from behind me made me jump and I quickly looked around to see who it was. However I was too far gone to stop my hand from continuing its fevered motions.

The sight of my mother standing there watching me masturbate was enough to send me over the edge and into the abyss of sexual completion. I groaned loudly and closed my eyes tightly as I exploded into orgasm. I continued to stroke my cock as long, thick ropes of come erupted from the end of my throbbing manhood. Before I'd recovered, my mother rushed to kneel by my side and licked up every drop of come she could find.

I loved the feel of her soft tongue gliding over my long, hard cock. But I had to regain control of the situation before I allowed things to get out of hand. I had a specific plan for how I wanted things to progress and allowing her to do whatever she wanted to me wasn't a part of it. With that in mind, I grabbed her hair tightly and pushed her away. As I looked down at her, I could see the desire and need in her eyes. I could also see she was a little hurt at being pushed away. I hated to see that expression on her face, so I rushed to reassure her.

"It's okay, slut. I'm not upset with you, but I had to stop you before things went too far." I said.

"Slut? Jimmy! How dare you talk to me like that? I'm your mother!" she replied.