Shawn's Mom

"She's all yours to fuck now Derek. Do a good job and I just might invite you back for more," Katrina said.

I had to ask, "Um, why are we in Shawn's bedroom?"

"Because every time you come over to visit Shawn you'll remember fucking his mother right here on his bed. And besides, it seems a bit more taboo in here. Now, I'm going to give you two a few moments of privacy for this first fuck, because I know how shy you are Derek. But if you enjoy yourself and want to fuck this prime piece of ass again, you'll have to get used to being watched. Andrea is my bitch, and I like to watch her get her pussy reamed out."

I stood as stiff as a plank as Katrina walked out and shut the door behind her. Now that I was alone with Andrea, I had to ask her some questions. "Are you really okay with all this?" was the first one.

"It's what Katrina wants," she answered.

"She's not here now, you can tell me the truth," I said, thinking that I could be the hero here if Katrina was coercing her in some way.

She sighed loudly and I worried for a moment that she was going to break down in tears. But when she spoke, she surprised me. "Derek, I know this is all very strange to you, and sometimes I lie awake in my bed at night and wonder what happened to me. If you had told me ten years ago that I would someday be the willing sexual plaything, the slave, of a woman, I would have thrown you out of my house. It may sound ludicrous to you, but I have willingly given myself to Katrina to use as she sees fit. And I really do enjoy it...most of the time."

Those last four words, "most of the time" were what stood out in my mind. She enjoyed being a slave. Okay, it's kinky and a bit twisted, but who am I to say that it's wrong? But those four words still gave me pause. "Most of the time" meant that she was sometimes pushed beyond her comfort zone. Was this one of those times? Did she not want this? Our school had given everyone a mandatory class on sexual harassment and consent. I knew the spiel - No means No - and all that. But this situation was not covered in class. The last thing I wanted was to do something to Andrea that she didn't want.

Then, while my mind was trying to wrap itself around this whole mess, I saw the first tug of the thong, and got my first whiff of her pussy. It was intoxicating, and my cock quickly grew tight in my jeans.

I asked her about Shawn, I asked her if she was certain about this, and then I fucked her. It was surreal, it was intense, it was awesome. I remember the sound - wet, squelching, syrupy, sloppy - she was soaking wet. I remember the smell - pungent, musky, enticing, erotic - it made my mouth water. I remember the view - pale, smooth skin, a few brown freckles dotting the gentle curve of her thighs and ass. But most of all, I remember the feel - soft, warm and snug, but not too tight.

When I was all the way inside her, my body tight against hers, I slid my hands over her hips, feeling her smooth skin, and sent pulses through my cock. I wondered if she could feel the slight movements deep inside her pussy. Moments later, I began to pump myself in and out of her, slowly at first, but increasing in speed and force as the feelings intensified.

Andrea's breathing began to quicken as I looked down to see her hands clench into fists, grasping handfuls of the top blanket. From the sideways position of her head, I could see her closed eyes and glossy skin, the result of a thin sheen of perspiration. From her open mouth there emanated a guttural moan that sent me into a sexual frenzy. I've never been so turned on in my life.

"Oh God...fuck me...fuck me hard...I'm gonna cum," Andrea moaned out of breath. That gave me a boost to my confidence, knowing that I could make a woman cum by fucking her. I sped up my pace and my force, now slamming into her body like a jackhammer. She wanted me to fuck her hard and I didn't want to disappoint.

A bright flash lit the room and turned my attention to my left where Katrina stood with her smartphone. "Oh, that was a good one," she said, and snapped another of my shocked look.

"What the fuck?" I said, beginning to pull back. Before I could though, Andrea grabbed my hand.

"Please don't stop," she said. She was looking back at me with a pleading look on her face.

"She's taking our picture!" I cried, my dick still halfway inside her. "What if she shows Shawn?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. These are for my collection. They will be safe in the Cloud, along with the hundreds of other pictures I've taken."

"Shit," I hissed as Katrina moved around the bed and snapped more pictures. "You said you would give us privacy."

"I said I would give you a few moments of privacy, because you looked like a scared little puppy dog who wouldn't be able to perform with an audience. I never said you could fuck her all afternoon by yourself. Did you really think that this was all set up for you to get your jollies? You're just here because you have a cock, that's all."

"Shit!" I barked, much louder this time. A part of me was angry. Angry with Katrina and Andrea for using me like a piece of meat. Angry with myself for being so easily led around by my cock. Still, I couldn't deny how good Andrea's pussy felt.

"Are you going to pack your toy up and go home angry, or are you going to finish fucking the shit out of my bitch like you was doing when I came in here?" Katrina asked, leaving the ball in my court again.

There was no way that I was going to stop. The damage was already done and unless I could get Katrina's cell phone before she sent the images to the Cloud, (assuming they hadn't been sent already) the proof of my actions was in her control. I couldn't see any reason at that moment to deny myself the pleasure of finishing. Once again, I began to drive my cock inside the fiery depths of Shawn's mother. Things had dried out a bit too much though at that point, and Andrea cried out in pain.

"It's too dry," she huffed, leaning forward to get away from my fuck stick. I pulled back also, as I had noticed right away also that things were much rougher.

Katrina climbed up on the mattress and set her phone down. "You stopped fucking her and she dried out, that's what happens when women get older, they dry out quicker. You're going to have to get her wet again if you want to finish. Have you ever licked a pussy before?"

I gave a quick shake of my head and mumbled, "No."

"Then you are about to have a real treat. Pussy is the greatest, and Andrea here has a delicious pussy, and she loves having it licked. Don't you sweetie?"

"Yes Mistress." Andrea moaned. "But, I really love it when you eat my pussy Mistress. Would you do the honors, please?" She twisted her ass slightly toward Katrina and waved it back and forth in an enticing way.

Katrina smiled and slid her hand over the sexy curve of Andrea's thigh. "You know that I adore dining on your sweet pussy, my pet. But today, you will allow Derek to get his first taste."

"Yes Mistress."

"What are you waiting for boy? Get down there and lick that cunt," Katrina barked.

While I really did want to taste Andrea's pussy, I wasn't sure how to do it from the angle she was still presenting me. I could clearly see the wrinkled ring of skin surrounding her asshole, but her pussy was below at an angle my neck just wouldn't bend. "Um, can you ah, can you roll over please?" I asked.

"If you can fuck her like a dog, you can eat her like a dog. Just get down there and do it," Katrina said.

"But..." I was looking down and picturing where my nose would be.

"We haven't got all day. Are you going to quit now?"

That was one thing that I wasn't going to do. I would finish what I had started, and if that meant getting a little brown nose, that's what I was going to do. I lowered myself down and tried tilting my face to get at her pussy without my nose going into her ass, but quickly found out that wouldn't work. Then, while I was down there closer than ever to her most private parts, Andrea arched her back, which brought her heated sex right to me.

My mouth sank into her soft folds and her flavor exploded on my taste buds. If I had to describe it, I would say that it was a bit coppery, a bit earthy, a touch vinegary, and a pinch sweet all wrapped in a most wonderful package. With the very first taste, I became addicted, and knew at that moment that I would become a connoisseur of fine pussy. Other people could enjoy the finest cheeses or the most expensive wines. I wanted to worship at the altar of fresh, warm, inviting pussy.

As for my nose, which I had worried about just moments ago, it was now tucked neatly into the smooth flesh of Andrea's plump buttocks. What's more, the tip was resting right at the entrance to her crinkled asshole. Amazingly though, the smell was nothing like I had expected it would be. There was very little smell at all, and what I could smell was not at all unappetizing. It was a pleasant surprise that gave me a renewed sense of confidence, and I relished the act of cunnilingus for the very first time.

Being that this was my first time licking an actual pussy, I really had no idea what I should do. And so, I just kind of licked and slobbered all around her pink petals, kind of like a dog licking spilt gravy off the floor. I must have done something right though, because Andrea moaned loudly a couple of times, and once or twice pushed her ass back into my face. It was hard to breathe, and my neck was starting to cramp, but I kept licking until Katrina pulled me away.

"Are you ready to finish fucking her?" she asked, her eyes roving over my lower face, which I could feel was slick with Andrea's juices.

"Yes...," I said. Then, before I even realized what I was doing, I added, "Mistress." I honestly don't know why I called her that. Maybe it was just from hearing Andrea say it over and over, or maybe I was just being thankful to her for choosing me, and I wanted to express my gratitude by giving her the illusion that she was in control of me; but either way, once I spoke it, there was no taking it back.

Katrina smirked at me, then, without any warning, she lashed out a stinging slap on Andrea's plump ass cheek. "Did you hear that, pet?" she exclaimed loudly, "What did I tell you about Derek? What did I say that he was, and you didn't believe me?"

I barely heard Andrea's muffled voice as she answered Katrina, but the word struck me like a baseball bat upside the head. "Submissive," came the reply.

"That's right, I knew he was another submissive. I could tell from the first time I met you." She was talking to me now. "I've been doing this long enough to know how to read the signs when I see them, and you exhibited several of the signs right away. You're just like Andrea and Scott, you like being given orders. Don't you?"

I didn't know what to say. Did I really like being given orders? Could I do what Andrea was doing? Could I allow myself to relinquish control? Could I take orders from Katrina?

"Well, let's go. Get up there and fuck her. Her pussy's not going to fuck itself," Katrina said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I quickly moved into position again, and in one move, I slid my throbbing cock inside Andrea again. She was very wet again, and I wasted no time fucking her hard and fast. Unfortunately, it felt so good, and I was so turned on, that I only lasted about a minute more. Andrea was grunting and gasping and moaning, and I was certain that she was getting close, so when I felt my orgasm nearing, I didn't try to hold back. Hell, I don't think I could have held back anyway.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

"Not yet," Andrea cried.

"I can't hold it," I blurted, my hips moving with a speed that I hadn't known they were capable of. And suddenly I was at the pinnacle. "OHHHHHFUUCCKK!" I cried as I slammed myself forward and enjoyed the sensation of pumping my seed deep inside a steamy pussy for the first time. It was the greatest feeling in the world.

Before I had time to come back down from the orgasmic high, Katrina grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back roughly. "I don't recall giving you permission to cum yet, slave," she growled in my ear.

"S-sorry, I couldn't help myself Mistress." There was that word again, sliding much too easily off my lips.

"Of course you couldn't help yourself, you're weak and pathetic. You need a strong mistress to teach you. Pledge yourself to me, and I'll train you to be more obedient."

"Y-yes Mistress," I replied, without even thinking about it.

"Say it for all of us to hear. Tell me that you'll be my slave."

"I'll be your slave," I repeated.

"Good boy," Katrina said. She let go of my hair, then said, "Now, you'll have to finish fucking Andrea so she can cum."

I thought that I had finished fucking Andrea. I had already shot my load, and my cock was much too sensitive to continue, even though it was still pretty hard. But I didn't need to worry, because Katrina had other ideas. Apparently, when she had left us alone, she had gone to get a special toy. The toy was a strap-on dildo, but not a typical one at all. It was a penis gag with a lifelike cock attached.

My eyes widened as Katrina brought the small cock to my lips and said, "Open wide", but I quickly obeyed, again without thinking it through at all. The part that went into my mouth was exactly like a miniature penis, with veins and a crown and a piss slit also. I guesstimated it was about two and a half to three inches long and about the thickness of the plump end of a carrot. Once it was deep in my mouth, Katrina wrapped the four straps around the back of my head and tightened them as I became cross-eyed while staring down at the much larger cock sticking out about eight inches from my mouth. It really looked realistic, and it was kind of freaking me out.

"Lie down on your back," Katrina ordered, and I obeyed. "Normally, Andrea wears this, and I ride her face when I need to feel my pussy stuffed, but today, you'll be wearing it for her."

I felt a heavy weight shifting on the bed and then Andrea was crawling over my body. Her thick thigh swung over my chest so that her back was to me, and then she scooted backward and raised herself over the fake cock sticking up over my mouth. I looked up into her gaping pussy and saw a clump of whitish cream that had oozed out. It was my very own cum which I had just deposited inside her moments before. My eyes became riveted on that blob of cum as she slipped the head of the dildo between her puffy pink lips and began to lower herself down toward my face.

I could smell my spunk on her before her asshole sank all the way down and landed on my nose. Then, the weight on my head increased as Andrea sat back. I didn't realize it then, but she had leaned back because Katrina moved in to kiss her on the lips, knowing full well that I would be momentarily smothered by Andrea's chunky ass.

Just before I started to panic from not being able to breathe, the enormous weight lifted up and cool air rushed in around Andrea's steamy ass. She raised up until just the head was still inside, then dropped back down before rising again. For the next several minutes, my face was used as a sex toy as Andrea fucked herself on the mouth dildo as fast as she could. Her ass cheeks became a blur to my vision, and I found myself trying to focus on the dark spot of her asshole as it moved up and down just inches from my nose.

The smells were strong, sexual, enticing. The sounds were lewd, erotic, obscene. Although the cushy globes of Andrea's ass cheeks obscured my vision, I could just imagine the scene as viewed from Katrina's vantage point.

At some point, I heard Andrea ask if she could come. Instead of granting her permission though, Katrina said no. The next thing I knew, Katrina was sliding her hand underneath my head, and all of a sudden, my face became nothing more than a battering ram. As Andrea dropped her ass down, Katrina jerked my head up to meet her over and over, and the collisions were violent. My whole world became crushing blows and gasps of air when possible as Andrea's ass cheeks slapped against my face. Again, I heard Andrea begging her mistress to come. To me, she sounded far away, and very desperate.

"Yes slave, you may come," Katrina thundered.

For several more seconds, my face was mercilessly abused as Andrea's wild humping increased in speed and intensity. Katrina even stopped trying to keep up with the pace and instead just pushed my face forward to give Andrea a slightly better angle. When she finally started to cum, all I could do was hold on for dear life. I thought she was rough before, but when her orgasm started, she seemed to forget that I was underneath her, and needed to breathe to stay alive.

Andrea screamed as her orgasm overtook her, and her movements became herky-jerky. But then she pushed backward and sat down, her entire ass enveloping my face as her ass muscles tightened up and became surprisingly rigid. My nose, which had sunk deep into the crevasse of her crack when she sat back, was pinched closed super tight, blocking any possible chance of me getting any air in my lungs. Not only could I not breathe, but it felt like my head was being crushed like a grape. I panicked, and tried to push her off me, but someone grabbed both of my wrists and yanked my hands away.

Luckily for me, before I passed out from a lack of oxygen, Andrea lifted her trembling ass off me, and cool air blasted my sweat covered face. I felt worse for the wear, but I was still alive. As Andrea rolled to her side, Katrina couldn't wait to point something out.

"Look at that," Katrina said, pointing at my crotch, "He's all ready to go again."

I summoned up the strength to lift my head and focus my eyes, and sure enough, my cock was standing at full attention once again. While I was sitting up, Katrina unbuckled the straps on the back of my head, and a few seconds later I was looking at the business end of the dildo as she pointed it to my mouth and ordered me to clean it. Without even fully realizing that the dildo was covered in a thin sheen of my cum along with Andrea's juices, I dutifully opened and let her slide it past my lips. It only occurred to me when Katrina began to laugh and said, "Look at that, he's a natural cock sucker, and he's swallowing his own cum."

"Did you enjoy your first fuck Derek?" Katrina asked as she pushed the toy to the back of my throat.

"Mmhm!" I mumbled, nodding and looking into her eyes.

"Do you want to come back and do it again real soon?"

I nodded again, and gagged as the dildo slid too deep.

She pulled it back a bit but kept it in my mouth, saying, "Oops, I guess you need more practice before you're ready for the real thing."

"She can't be serious," I thought to myself, and for some unknown reason, I was picturing Shawn naked, his thick cock throbbing between my lips. I honestly don't know what had come over me, and I shivered at the vivid image.

Katrina kept talking. "I'm going to send this dildo home with you and I want you to practice taking it down your throat. When you have learned how to suppress your gag reflex, and swallow this all the way to the base without gagging, you can come back and get a sexy reward for all your hard work. Be warned though, if you come back too soon and gag on it again, you'll be punished instead. Are you up for the challenge?"

Once more I nodded, thinking of my reward as being sex with Andrea again.

"You might want to keep this thing hidden though, if your mother finds it in your room, she might get the wrong idea," Katrina warned with a wink. "She might even want to try it out when you're at school. Imagine coming home from school and finding some sticky pubic hairs glued to the side." She chuckled at her own tasteless humor, while I shuddered at the image of my mother masturbating with the very dildo that was touching the back of my throat.