Taken By My Son

"Just hold it there Victoria my dear, where do you think you are going?" Adam held out his hand to me, I took it and he pulled me down to him.

"Stay a while and relax Vicks," he said. He had me lay in the sun covered with his semen. As I lay in the sun his cum dried and hardened on me, and it started to tighten my skin.

"Ok babe lets go and get ready for dinner," Adam said . We packed our things and he held my hand as we walked off the beach and through the neighbouring chalet huts to get to ours. As I walked through the little streets covered in my son's semen, I had no idea what people could see. Maybe they could see nothing, as dried cum isn't exactly obvious, but it was really sexy knowing the state I was in.

That night as we went out to dinner I caught sight of us in a window reflection. I considered how I looked.

I stood in high heels, a bracelet round my ankle. I had on tight white jeans which hugged my bum beautifully. Through these you could just make out the shape of my thong at the back, and at the front the jeans cut into my pussy and showed the shape of my outer lips (Adam called this camel toe) I had on a tight yellow t-shirt which hugged my braless breasts. I was beautifully tanned my hair looked all tossed and teased, on my arm was a gorgeous hunk of a boy, who had a magnificent cock that kept me serviced and satisfied almost continuously. I was madly in love with this man and he with me. I was in the Caribbean having the most wonderful time with my man.

I was at the peak of my powers, life could not have been sweeter.

In the following months things turned sour.

This is already a long story so briefly,

Adam got in with anew crowd at work, he started to neglect me, the novelty of new friends took him away from me. He would come home late, and sometimes not at all. We were still sleeping with each other, but more times than not we didn't make love, he just fucked me. This happened slowly over a period of time, but like I said I'm condensing the story, it ended up with me at home alone a very unhappy and miserable woman.

When he came home from being out, I knew he had been with girls, but I still tried to give myself to him. He would always want me to suck his cock after he had been out, although because had had just been with another woman he never came. He admitted to me in an argument, he always did that because he knew as I licked and sucked his cock, what I tasted was a cocktail of another woman's vaginal secretions and his stale semen, and it turned him on.

Weeks of this resulted in my going out for a drink on my own, allowing myself to be picked up and taken home by a stranger. I was sat numb and naked on the bed, a stranger's hard cock staring me in the face, when Adam burst though the door.

The violence and name calling and threats were too awful to describe, it's enough to say that later when we were alone, Adam held my chin in his hand and hissed into my face

"Listen here lady, you are MINE do you hear me? MINE. If I ever catch you even looking at another man...,"

My son continued.

"I think it's time we nailed this down for good Victoria, and I know just how to do it."

He was true to his word, he put his plan into action.

Eighteen months later, I was sat at the breakfast table, my dressing gown open and my son's first child suckling at my breast. I was also heavily pregnant with his second child.

Having forcibly made me pregnant I was indeed his for good.

Although these were hard times, as Adam slept around while I was in this condition, and just used my mouth when he wanted me, this story does however have a happy ending. After our Second child was born (a little brother for his elder sister) Adam came to his senses. He came back to me emotionally and embraced his family.

Adam had finished his apprenticeship and had secured a really good position. His job and financial security was ensured. We moved across country and started life anew. I worked for a national retail chain so I secured a transfer to the new area easily.

Although my son was now 22 years old, he seemed a little young for the responsibilities he now had. However he rose to the challenge as a real man. We loved each other and doted on our children, but we also fell in love all over again (Although in truth I never fell out of love with him).

I was ecstatically happy and head over heels in love with him again, so to put the icing on the cake so to speak, we painstakingly researched how we could lie, cheat and defraud the system to make it happen, and in a remote little town we married.

So now we live as a married couple, my son left my life in that ceremony, and my husband entered it. (Although Adam still whispers "Mom" at intimate moments from time to time) I no longer think of Adam as anything but my husband and love of my life. We have a wonderful marriage, a beautiful family and great life.

My husband is quite rightly master of the house. What he says goes, and I am only too happy to play the 'little woman' role. In everyday matters we discuss our finances, the household, our children etc as man and wife equally, but sexually I decided to hand over to him all power, control and mastery of me. I get massively turned on at times with my subservient role

I relish the role of sexual subordinate and play it to the full. Adam takes me when/where/however he pleases, I have not and will never say no to him, or any demand he makes of me.

In the bedroom, I play any role he so wishes, I will act out any fantasy he may have, I will dress, perform or conduct myself in any manner he demands. For example, one of his favourites is a bit clichéd, but he makes me do the housework dressed as a French maid (I told you it was a bit corny) this invariably ends up with me stood, stocking clad legs and high heels wide apart, bent face down over the dinner table, tiny skirt round my waist, as he uses me from behind with his rampant gorgeous cock. I give myself to him without question. (I even offered him my bum to use if it pleased him, but he refused, my darling Adam said he loves me and would not harm me in any way.) No matter what I am doing if my husband says,

"Victoria, the bedroom now," I can't get there fast enough to serve my sexual master.

My son, sorry my husband, is still very young and needs (and is all too well capable of) sex everyday and my body is only too happy to be ready, willing and able to comply with his demands.

This is not an abusive situation, it is not a BDSM situation. It is just one where a person takes such emotional and sexual delight in serving the one she desperately loves, as anyone in a Dom/Sub lifestyle will attest to.

I have regained the same shape I had before I had my children, which Adam loves. I look great if I say so myself, so my husband demands I look my best at all times. Whether he takes me to smart places to show me off or we simply go out somewhere in the daytime with our children, I must look as good as I did in the Caribbean. I must make sure I am dressed in the clothes and lingerie he finds me sexy in and which shows me off at my utmost best. When we are out, I must stand, move, walk, talk in a manner that exudes sex and turns heads. With his confidence and maturity he is no longer jealous, other men lusting after me amuses him and turns him on, knowing that I am his property.

Adam is in love with me, he loves me and what I give to his life, so he has agreed to wait awhile and let me rest and enjoy our wonderful life and children for a couple of years, or until he decides when I am to have another of his children.

I wouldn't have things any other way.