Letter from the author: This story contains elements of Female domination, cuckolding and humiliation of a mother to her son. It is story of fiction and fantasy, not real life. If you don't like that, please move on to another story.
I have never received so much positive feedback and so many requests to continue on a story as I did for the first chapter of this one. I hope I don't disappoint with this chapter. I hope all of you that enjoyed chapter 1 enjoy this one as well.
Goamz86
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"Please mommy, pleeeeeeeeease." Dillon begged as he kneeled on the floor of his mother's room at her feet while she stood towering over him. "I did all my chores today and I have been a good boy."
"Maybe later tonight baby, after you give mommy a nice long foot massage on the couch I will think about it." Grace told him causing Dillon to smile from ear to ear. Just the mere possibility that he might be able to come later gave him hope, and of course gave Grace a very obedient slave boy for the next several hours, as she knew he would not ruin even a shred of hope for release by being disobedient.
"Now finish before I lose my patience." She demanded.
Dillon held Grace's 4" spiked heel as she stepped out of it like she had just done to the other shoe.
"Oh Baby, mommy's dogs are barkin' hard today. That foot massage is really going to feel good later." Grace told him.
Then Grace turned around so that her back was to Dillon. He reached up and unzipped her skirt and peeled it off over her big round ass and down to the floor. Dillon admired her white fluffy cheeks and long statuesque legs as they came into view. Grace stepped out of the skirt and Dillon placed it neatly on the bed. Then Dillon reached up and hooked his fingers under the top of her thong panties and began to peel them off of her as well. Just as he began to pull down, Grace bent at the waist, resting her elbows on the bed, knowing full well that her big fat pussy would be in Dillon's face as he stripped her of her undies. Undressing Grace every day after work was now one of Dillon's chores, one that he enjoyed immensely, and one Grace loved to use to completely tease Dillon as well.
Dillon immediately noticed the remnants of cum and the unmistakable smell of sex as Grace's pussy was revealed to him. The cum strung from her pussy to the undergarment as it was lowered. His dick became painfully hard instantly.
"Oh yes, Mommy will need a little clean up Babydoll, Jerry took me to a lunch meeting with clients and then he took me back to his office and fucked your mommy like the dirty little whore she is." Grace teased him.
The string of cum finally snapped when it was stretched too long and landed along grace's thick creamy white thigh. She stepped out of the panties and Dillon dutifully put the silk garment into his mouth and sucked off all the gooey mess, soaking the material with his spit. Then he folded it and placed it on the bed next to the skirt. Seeing the cum on her thigh, Dillon placed his tongue on the end of the string and licked the entire length of her thigh toward her filthy cum soaked pussy.
Feeling his tongue reaching her Venus, Grace spread her legs enough that Dillon could get his tongue between her lips, but not far enough for it to be easy to clean her. She chuckled to herself as he struggled to lick and suck the creamy pungent fluid from her smooth, well fucked cunt.
"Don't forget mommy's asshole too sweety, Jerry's big, thick, fat dick spent much of the afternoon buried balls deep in there." Grace informed him.
Dillon licked all the way up Grace's ass crack, then back down. He pushed against her puckered hole with his tongue until it penetrated her sphincter. This released another small flood of Jerry's sticky load unto Dillon's tongue. He lapped it up and swallowed it all. Grace pushed out the remaining goo and Dillon licked it up dutifully. Then moving back to her pussy, he did the same. Grace thumbed through her mail as her son performed his cleaning duties. She enjoyed his tongue when he did such things, but it did not make her cum anymore. Her contempt for her son's submission made it hard to evoke real pleasure from his efforts.
When he had finally finished, lingering as long as he could until Grace shooed him away, Dillon began to unbutton Grace's garter strap from her stockings, but Grace told him not to, reminding him how much he liked them and that he would probably like them on when he rubbed her feet later. She stood up, turned and sat back down on the bed. Dillon unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, revealing her massive breasts still encased in her silk bra that, as always, matched the thong he had earlier removed. His urge to grab her tits was almost unbearable. He stared for a few minutes before reaching around his mother to unhook the bra. Being on his knees and with Grace being a larger woman, this exercise caused Dillon to have to bury his face deep into her valley of cleavage to be able to reach around her and perform this duty. Grace chuckled to herself every day that he did this because she knew how much it turned Dillon on and how much it hurt his little pecker that she now housed inside a spiked cock cage that only she had the key to.
"Mmmph!" Dillon groaned with his face buried in his mother's tits and his ass wiggled to try and alleviate the pain in his pecker.
Finally releasing all four of the hooks on her bra he pulled the undergarment off revealing her big fat beautiful tits to him. He just stared at them, as he did every day. He lusted for them and wanted with all his being to suck them. He knew if he did that it would cause more pain, but that pain had now become so mixed with pleasure in his mind that they had really become one. He looked longingly up past her tits to his mother's face.
"Go ahead Snookums you have been a good boy today." She teased him.
Immediately Dillon engulfed one of Grace's long nipples in his mouth while squeezing the other breast with his hand. He sucked and nibbled for a few moments, switching back and forth several times before Grace scolded him for being too greedy and pushed him back. Standing, Grace walked pasted her kneeling son and went into her walk-in closet to where all of her lingerie hung. Removing a hot pink satin spaghetti strap camisole and her black satin full length robe she walked, still only dressed in her stocking and garter belt, back to right in front of Dillon and proceeded to dress herself while he watched. The cami only came down to mid thigh, leaving her freshly licked pussy free to breath, but her robe reached down to her ankles. She tied the robe closed and slipped into a pair of sexy slippers that had a small heel on them and walked passed her son and headed to the kitchen as he stood and then followed.
Grace actually liked cooking so that was one job Dillon did not have to do, but he did have to be her little helper and after dinner was over he always had clean up duty. When everything was read, they sat down to dinner and had pleasant conversation as if they were a normal mother and son. However, not many sons were made to wear a cock cage and pink silk pajamas for their mother like Dillon was made to do.
Grace was sitting on the couch when Dillon finished cleaning the kitchen and joined her. She had one leg on the couch and the other resting on the floor when he sat down on the other end of the couch.
"Do you still want that foot rub Mother?" He asked
"Of course I would baby, but how do you address me?" She said with a scowl in her voice that matched the one on her face.
Dillon knew his mistake, but even now, after all this time, he still rebelled occasionally to try and assert a sliver of masculinity, even while wearing pink satin pajamas, but Grace never let him get away with it.
"Would you like that foot rub now mommy?" Dillon corrected himself as he positioned himself closer to Grace and facing her, taking the foot on the couch into his hands and beginning to rub it ever so delicately.
"Mmmmmmmm." Grace moaned as she laid her head back and enjoyed the feel of Dillon's effort. A few minutes later she untied her robe and peeled it open. Dillon had her foot up about chest high and her knee was bent so her pussy was on full display. Her mature lips were unfolded and her pink center was exposed.
Dillon stared and his little pecker jumped in its cage causing more pain and pleasure in his groin. Grace's devious streak took over and she lifted her other foot from the floor and placed it against Dillon's silk PJs at his crotch and pressed his cock cage with her foot. She moved he foot around mercilessly on the smooth silky material causing Dillon to squirm. Dillon continued his foot rub while his mother tormented him. He could see her stiff nipples poking through the thin material of her camisole and it only drove him crazier. At one point Grace actually grabbed her pussy lips with her thumbs and forefingers and stretched them wide open, massaging them and then her clit with those fingers until her pussy was so wet it was glistening with her juices.
By the time Dillon finally finished rubbing both of Grace's feet, she had herself and Dillon so worked up she thought she might explode. Oh how the power of teasing her little wimpy son turned her on. She at last relieved him of rubbing her feet and asked him if he wanted to cum.
"Oh yes Mommy, Pleeeeeeeeeeease." He begged.
"OK, get mommy's purse."
Dillon did as he was told. Grace fished around in her purse until she finally found the key to Dillon's cage. She instructed him to stand and take off his pajama bottoms. She unlocked his cage and as she slid the curved tube from his little member, it sprung up so hard that a little precum was flung from it onto Grace's stocking covered leg. She giggled openly, and playfully batted his rock hard penis a couple times, watching it bob up and down. She removed her robe and sat down again on the couch, extending one of her legs between Dillon's legs and the other she placed on the couch again at the same time as she reclined against the pillow she was against before. Her pussy again was open and begging for attention, and her stiff nipples were on display under the cami.
"Go ahead Dilly." She told him, pressing her shin against his stiff little reed of a penis.
"Please Mommy no, not like that?" He pleaded, knowing that Grace wanted him to get off by humping her nylon clad leg like a dog in heat.
