Chapter Six: Happy Birthday Owen
Owen was having one incredible dream that Saturday morning, a dream so vivid he could swear it was actually happening. He was dreaming that he was fucking Lisa, a tease of a hot chick who sat in one of his classes. The greatest part of the fuck was the victory, the fact that he had worn her down until she had given in to him. They were at school and in a janitor's closet and Lisa was bent over, bracing herself against the wall. Owen was standing behind the large-breasted blonde with a firm grasp on her hips.
"For a tease you sure do have a tight little pussy, Tease," Owen said with a sneer as he slammed extra hard into his dream-slut.
"That's 'cause I never put out," Lisa replied, her voice raspy as she tried to talk, while moaning in pleasure.
"But you like my cock don't you, Tease," Owen laughed a conceited laugh as he continued to fuck Lisa in his dream.
"If I knew you were this good, baby, I would have jumped you the first day in class!" Lisa squeaked out in a needy whine as she hung her head. "God, I love your cock, Baby. Harder, fuck me harder!" Lisa replied with a stern tone of lust through gritted teeth.
At that moment something about the sensations changed suddenly, and no longer made sense. Owen couldn't feel the wet and warm sensation of being "balls deep" in Lisa's tight, wet pussy anymore. Instead, it was replaced with the sensation of cool air now surrounding his cock. Nothing but a wet, slick sensation ran down his cock from the shaft to his balls. Then one ball entered something warm, and gently there was pressure on in. This odd sensation didn't match with the ravaging of Lisa, so suddenly Lisa popped and vanished into a cloud of smoke. Then the walls of the janitor's closet started to melt and Owen knew that he was waking up, much to his frustration.
The wet and wonderful sensations on his cock didn't fade when he woke up, as Owen had anticipated. Instead they got more intense, until he could clearly feel something slick on his cock. It was a faintly familiar sensation, and it was a most welcome experience. With a fogy mind, Owen looked down to see just what was going on.
Owen let out a chuckle as he smiled to himself, he should have known. There, lying across the bed with her head between Owen's legs was his mother, Taryn. His faithful Slave of a mother was sucking on his cock and had a contented look on her face as she did so. More specifically she was sucking on his right testicle as her hand slowly jacked off the shaft. She was fast becoming skilled at pleasing him like this; as he looked at her he was filled with love.
As his mother slowly, yet expertly gave him a blowjob, nowhere in his mind did this strike him as strange or odd. It had been only half a week since this had all started between the two of them, only since Wednesday of this week when anything remotely sexual began. Already they seemed to fit together and welcomed their respective roles as Master and Slave. It was on his birthday that his mother took him out for a birthday drink. It was during that evening, and for reasons that he still couldn't explain, he took control of her and made her his Slave. Rather than be repulsed and never speak to him again, she submitted willingly and quickly grew to love being her son's Slave.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Who's Lisa?" Taryn said as she let Owen's ball fall out of her mouth.
"A tease at school I know," Owen replied with a wide smile.
"I'm not sure if I should be upset or not, you dreaming of some other woman, while I blow you," Taryn said just before she began to lick her way up Owen's shaft.
"She isn't here, and probably never will be. You are, Slave, now suck your Master's cock!" Owen ordered with a broad, loving smile on his face.
"Yes, Master!" Taryn replied with an excited giggle and a sparkle in her eye.
Taryn then returned to her efforts of sucking Owen's cock, she placed her lips on the tip of the cock she loved and lowered her head. She closed her eyes as more and more of the thick cock that had brought her so much pleasure disappeared into her mouth. Without pausing, she relaxed her throat, as was almost second nature to her now. Slowly the cock slipped down her throat until the entire length of it had passed her lips. Slowly she lifted her head until her lips kissed the head, before she pressed back down. Taryn kept up this tortuously slow pace of the blowjob for a little while.
It was a way to tease Owen as well as draw out the act that she had grown to love; she loved to suck his cock. Of course she loved to fuck it too. She loved to do anything with him, to him or for him. It had only been half a week but the sex was far more intense than any sex with Richard had been, even when they were first married. Though, Taryn will admit that sex with Richard, early in their marriage, ran a close second to this time with Owen. It was the illicit and taboo sex of being a Slave to her son that gave it that extra kick.
Owen had had enough of the teasing pace it seemed as now he grasped the sides of Taryn's head and began to set the pace. Taryn growled in lust as Owen took control, she loved that, she loved it when he fucked her mouth. She loved being used for his pleasure, it always heightened the experience for her, and she knew Owen loved it as well.
"Suck it hard, Slave," Owen sneered with a scowl of disgust. "Let me show you the real way to suck my cock!" he growled with lust as he continued to guide Taryn's head up and down on his cock.
Owen set a quick and rough pace to the blowjob as he lifted and lowered his mother's head on his cock. At a fast pace, her lips flew up and down his shaft, her mouth constantly sucking hard on his cock. Taryn's excitement was growing almost as quickly as Owen's was, and strangely enough this act was bringing her close to cumming. Owen was possessed with lust as he repeatedly forced his cock down his Slave's throat. Always on his mind was that this person sucking his cock was his possession, to do with as he pleased. This was only a sampling, an example of what he could do to this woman, anytime he wanted, anywhere he wanted.
"Cuming!" Owen groaned in a deep-throaty growl as he pulled hard on Taryn's head, forcing his cock down her throat. "Swallow it all! Don't you dare spill a drop, or else!" he ordered as he let go of her head and surrendered himself to the blissful climax.
Taryn sucked hard and swallowed repeatedly but quickly had to pull the cock out of her throat. She let the cock stay in her mouth but used her nostrils to fight for air as her own climax hit her. The sensation of her Master forcing himself down her throat and using her mouth for his pleasure, at his pace, sent her over the edge. She let the cum collect in her mouth and swallowed as often as she could. Somehow she fought to get both the air into her lungs and the cum into her stomach, both needing the same passageway.
A wicked thought crossed through Taryn's brain as the last of Owen's cum spurted into her mouth. If she let just a little cum slip out of her mouth, perhaps she would get a spanking. The last time he spanked her was an incredible rush for her, and she longed to feel that wicked joy again. So as she pulled her mouth off of his now spent cock, she let just a little cum drop out of her mouth and onto his balls.
"Did you like that, Master?" Taryn asked in an innocent tone of voice, with big eyes to further convey the innocent image.
"That was great, Slave." Owen said as he stroked Taryn's head, petting her like you would a dog that had been a good puppy.
Something out of the corner of his eye caught Owen's attention and he glanced down to his balls. There on his left nut, were a few drops of cum, he looked up at Taryn with fire in his eyes. His hand that had been stroking her head now grasped a clump of her hair on the back of her head.
