Sandra's Submission

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.