Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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Author's Note & Trigger Warnings
This is a 13K+ words short story. A 19yo son wants his 40yo's mother's SUV for the weekend. But he needs her keys and she is away at her annual girls weekend. The son decides to stop unannounced by her mother's hotel suite and ask for the keys, which the mother does not take kindly to when he does. Setting in motion her desire to teach her son a lesson with the help of her three friends. Taking advantage of their sex appeal, self-assurance, and the mother's power over her son, soon she, and her friends, have reduced her son to sex slave and proceed to use him hard.
This is thus both a F/m and FFFF/m story that features incest, MILF/college boy age gap, non/dub-con, teasing, humiliation and denial/chastity. Forms of humiliation and punishment found include CFNM, ball busting, SPH, bondage, pet play, furniture play, foot worship, cunnilingus, and pelvis and face dildo riding of a male by multiple females. Note than mother-son non/dub-con femdom humiliation can be intense due to the power imbalance and the contrast to the normal presumption a mother protects, and does not turn cruel bitch on, her own son. If any of these themes are distasteful to you, please do not read. If none are and you chose to read, I hope you enjoy.
Story
It was about 8pm on a Friday night when Alexander Johnson noticed the second key fob to his mother's luxury SUV, which he wanted for the weekend, was nowhere to be found. Alexander, or Alex, was a 19 year old college sophomore that had plans to go with two buddies and three girls on an overnight weekend getaway. And he hoped this would be the weekend he would get lucky with one of the girls, Evelyn, who he had set his eyes on for a while. Alex had his own car, a small subcompact crossover. But given the group was trying to cut down the number of cars they took, and that his mother's fancy set of wheels never failed to make an impression, he hoped he could borrow it for a couple of days and leave his own car behind.
That was almost certainly not a problem, because Alex's mother, Reagan, had another car, a luxury coupe, she often drove and was in fact currently driving. And she usually did not say no to Alex, who was her mommy's boy, anyway. But unfortunately for Alex, Reagan was away herself this weekend. On her once a year girls-weekend. And since that was an event that was sacrosanct to her, she was completely incommunicated from her family, unless it was a life or death situation in which case they knew where to find her. So Alex had nobody to ask for the key fob.
The Johnson family had four members. William, 50 years old, was Alex' dad and Reagan's husband. And Jessica, 17, was Alex' sister and Reagan's daughter. Reagan herself, 40 years old, actually went by Reagan Nieminen, her maiden name, which she had kept because she did not feel the need to change her name when she married her husband. Even though when William and Reagan married, he was already a successful businessman of 30 years old, and she was still a college student of 20.
The newlyweds had Alex one year after Reagan finished college. And two years after having Alex, as soon after they had Jessica, Reagan returned to school to get a law degree, and started practicing as soon as she was done. From there, Reagan quickly rose to become one of the top corporate defense attorneys in their state and the country. So Reagan became a woman that was wife, mother, and high powered professional all at once. Something she could do, because she had the persona to match. Being independent, strong willed, assertive, and certainly not afraid to buck conventions, or even taboos, in pursuits of her goals.
Reagan was something else as well, and that was that she was a stunner. Svelte, platinum blonde, with emerald green eyes, small but feminine breasts and hips, and an exquisite face most defined by her angular cheekbones, all of which she fully embraced to maximum seductive effect, she out sex-appealed girls half her age by a mile. Part of that was the result of her polar exotic ethnic heritage, her Finno-Baltic grandparents. And this sex appeal was best documented by one infamous incident that took place when Alex was a high school senior. When the graduating class of boys, a lecherous and shameless lot even by the standards of high school boys, set up an unsanctioned online contest to determine who was the hottest "hot-mom" or "MILF" among their mothers. Complete with vetted nomination processes, picture portfolios, and secure voting to avoid ballot stuffing--the boys took the integrity of their hot women rankings, of which this was not the first, very seriously. And Reagan won. Alex was in fact miffed by that. He did not want that kind of fame, and he had most certainly not nominated his own mother. But many of his friends had, and she had scored higher than the other contestants in the final tally. So Reagan was in fact more than just wife, mother and professional. She was a bona fide high powered professional, trophy wife, and teen certified hot-mom wrapped into one.
A woman that that weekend, when Alex needed her SUV keys, was away with three other women, three friends, who were a lot like her. Whom she had met over the years and created a wild foursome. All of them about to let loose and not be professionals, wives, or mothers, for a bit. But being themselves in other, more wicked, ways. Something that Reagan in particular felt she needed, and did not get often. When Alex, who should have known better, decided he was going to briefly crash his mother's weekend to get the key fob he wanted and then leave.
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As Alex drove his car a couple of hours away to the lake side resort hotel where his mother was staying, Reagan got ready with her friends for a wild night out. Reagan was the oldest, and in many ways was the leader, the hot-mom queen bee. But each of her friends could hold her own in the hot fiery woman department. Morgan, 38, was a high finance executive with one child. She was also a redhead, or more precisely a strawberry blonde, that turned heads. Addison, 37, was a top surgeon with two children. And a brunette, or more precisely, a golden brown haired babe, that stopped traffic. And finally Brooklyn, 35, was a top pharma executive with one child. And like Reagan a stunning blonde, though Brooklyn's shade was a darker honey blonde. Like Reagan, all three of her friends were slim, at least a little taller than average, and delicately fit. And like Reagan, all three had husbands who handled things for this weekend.
In fact, as the women finished putting the last touches to their night out makeup, Reagan meditated on the fact their husbands suspected some wild going-ons at the girls annual weekend. Her own husband, William, had once joked the husbands rumored they went completely wild, drunken bachelorette party style. But really they did not know the half of it! Drunken bachelorettes would recoil in horror and run at their exploits. Because even though they did other things during the day, at night she and her friends did one thing, and they did it very well: they preyed on men. Usually younger than them. Always handsome. Sometimes men hired as strippers, or hookers, or even pro-subs. More often than that, libidinous but gullible men picked up at bars. But always, prey. And they had lots of fun doing it, giving usually a couple of young men a night that was half sex dream, half social nightmare. And tonight they were getting ready to hit a good bar for that purpose, when somebody knocked their hotel suite door.
"Oh, oh!"
Said Brooklyn, as soon as the she heard the door knock.
"Somebody order room service? Or a preparty boy snack?"
Said the blonde playfully, and with a mischievous smile.
"Nope."
Said Morgan.
"Not me."
Added Addison.
"Me neither."
Finally added Reagan.
"Oh... too bad. I'll go see who or what it is then."
Said Brooklyn, who was done with getting dressed and made up to hit the bars.
And once she made it to the suite's entrance hall, and opened the door, was surprised at who she found.
