Finding Mom Bound

Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen. I'll admit upfront that I know nothing about sub/dom stuff, so my apologies to those of you who consider yourselves experts. I hope you enjoy the story. Please rate and comment.

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Finding Mom Bound

The camping trip was a wash out - literally. Rain had flooded the valley, and a flash flood had washed away everything. Rob only had time to grab his backpack as he ran up the hill to escape. Reaching safety, he looked through the pack to see what little he had saved. There were swim trunks, bug spray, a single change of clothes, and two granola bars. Checking one of the pockets he found his car keys and wallet. His cell phone and everything else were wherever the tent was. He hadn't done a very good job picking out the campsite.

"At least I'm alive," he said to no one.

Rob hiked barefoot back to his car and headed home. Rather than sleeping on the cold, hard ground he would be in his soft warm bed tonight.

He arrived home just after nine pm and went in through the garage. Both his mother's car and her friend Carol's pickup were in the garage. Stepping inside, he noticed only a small light in the kitchen was still on. He grabbed a soda from the refrigerator then quietly went upstairs to his room. His mother's bedroom door, at the end of the hall, was open and the light on. Rob decided to let her know he was home if she was still awake.

Stepping up to her door, he froze. His mother, Denise, was nude and tied to her bed. Carol was sitting between her legs holding a large vibrator to his mother's pussy as she finger fucked her.

"Oh, my god!" his mother said seeing her son in the doorway.

Carol turned to look, then smiled. "You're back early. Give us a few minutes and meet us in the kitchen. We probably need to talk," Carol told him.

"You're both adults. I'm going to go shower," Rob said turning to leave.

"Come to the kitchen when you're done," Carol called out after him.

"Fine," he called back.

Rob went to his room and put his backpack on his desk chair, still in shock from what he had just walked in on. He had wondered if Carol might be a lesbian. She was a bit masculine. Rob never suspected that his mother might be her lover. He undressed and got in the shower. After finishing he put on some sweats and headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Carol, now fully dressed, was sitting at the table with a glass of wine. There were two more glasses on the table. His mother, wearing her long, white, cotton robe was busy at the stove.

"Denny is fixing us something to eat. Have a seat," Carol said.

"Guys, I'm fine. You're both adults, so what you do is your business," he said taking a seat.

"Ordinarily, I'd agree with you. This, however, involves you," Carol replied.

"Really. I'm fine with it. I am sorry I walked in on you."

"I suspect that was a good thing. May I explain?" Carol asked.

"Not necessary," he answered taking a sip of wine.

"Yes, I think it is. So, why are you home a day early?" Carol asked.

"Rained out. Poor planning," he chuckled.

"Rob, I'm moving to Houston for work later this week. I was planning on having this discussion with you tomorrow when you got home."

"Okay. I'm all ears."

"For the last two years I've been your mother's dom."

Rob's brow raised. "Dom as in dom/sub?"

"Exactly."

Rob looked at his mother. She was blushing but continued what she was doing without looking up.

"Denny and I have known each other since you were a toddler. She's a submissive. While married to your father, she was a good little trad wife. He never realized her true nature and she never acted on it. Once he was out of the picture, I did act on it. I stepped in and essentially took control of most everything that didn't involve you. We both felt it wiser not to tell you. Now, with me moving, things are about to change. She needs you to step up and take over my roll."

"Is this some kind of hidden camera thing?" Rob asked jokingly.

"Not at all."

Rob turned to his mother. "It's a joke, right?" he asked her.

Denise continued what she was doing and didn't acknowledge his question.

"She won't answer you. I haven't given her permission to speak," Carol advised.

"Right."

"Mom?" he called.

She still didn't respond.

"She won't answer until I give her permission. Other than serve us, she won't do anything until I tell her to."

"Carol, you're fucking with me," he said.

"Denny?" Carol said. Denise turned to her. "Lose the robe."

His mother blushed but didn't hesitate untying the robe and letting it fall to the floor. Standing there nude, she turned back to her task. A moment later, she picked up two plates and put them on the table in front of her son and Carol. Denise then stood waiting standing next to the table. Rob sat watching with his mouth agape.

"Get yours and join us," Carol told her.

Denise walked back to the counter, picked up her plate and joined them at the table.

"She's very obedient. Denny, you may act on your own," Carol said.

"Welcome home, honey," she told her son, then drank half her glass of wine.

"Uh, thanks. Mom, is this all true."

"Yes, baby. It makes me happy," his mother replied smiling at him.

"It's her desire that I hand the reins, so to speak, over to you," Carol said.

"Is that true, mom?"

"I trust you. For a submissive, that's very important. I know you love me and won't do anything to hurt me," she said.

"Within reason," Carol added. "She enjoys mild discipline, but not actual pain."

"Guys, I don't know anything about being a dom," Rob protested.

"I can teach you," his mother said.

"There isn't a lot to learn really. She needs to please you. Tell her what you desire. Respect who and what she is," Carol advised.

"Since you're my son we need to keep this private," his mother added.

"Yeah, I'm sure we do. Mom, are you okay sitting here naked in front of me?"

"What I'm comfortable with isn't the issue. My mistress wants me this way. I was embarrassed initially, but I'm comfortable now," his mother replied.

"How much control do you actually have?" Rob asked Carol.

"Obviously, there are limits. If I told her to rob a bank or jump off a cliff, she wouldn't. Now, if I told her to touch herself, eat me, or fuck you, she'd do it without hesitation," Carol replied.

"Is that true, mom?"

"Yes, honey. I need to make mistress happy. If you become master, I'll do the same for you."

"Want your dick sucked? I can tell her to do it," Carol offered.

"If mom was going to suck my dick, I'd want her to do it because she wanted to. Not because you ordered it," Rob replied.

"That's why you're the one she wants as her master. You care about her. A sub without a master is lost. If it isn't you, sooner or later, she'll find one. Once that happens you can't protect her. She'll belong to another and will likely wind up being abused or worse," Carol said.

"I'd never want that," Rob agreed.

"So, you'll be my master?" his mother asked.

"Is that really what you want?" her son asked.

"More than anything. I love you and you love me. I'll be safe. You'll be taken care of. And I'll do my best to make sure you never regret your decision," his mother replied as she took his hand.

"So, what's the next step?" Rob asked.

"You're accepting?" Carol asked.

"I'm accepting," he said, smiling at his mother who was all smiles.

"Denny, do you accept?" Carol asked.

"Yes, mistress."

"Rob, take care of her. You aren't the only one who loves her," Carol said. "She belongs to you now."

Rob smiled at his mother. "My first request is that you put your robe back on. You're making me crazy."

"Yes, master," his mother said as she got up and put her robe back on.

"Your other option was to tell her to address that hard on you're sporting," Carol said grinning.

"One step at a time, okay?" he replied.

"Carol, thank you for helping me understand myself and for loving me," Denise told her.

"I feel blessed that I had that privilege. Let Rob know what you need from him."

"I will," Denise replied.

"Thank you for dinner. I'm going home. I still have a lot to do before my move."

"Carol, thanks," Rob said.

"You're welcome. Be good to her."

Minutes later Carol was out the door, and Denise went to clean up the kitchen.

"Want some help?" her son asked.

"I've got this. I suspect you have a few questions."

"Probably more than a few. Where do we begin?" Rob asked.

"We already have a great mother/son relationship. I really don't see that changing much unless you want to. Outside the house we need to continue that relationship. Our friends, family, and society would frown on me being your sub, your woman. I am your sub now, and as such, I'm also your woman."

"Sleeping arrangements?"

"My preference would be for us to share the master bed. For appearances, it might be wise to keep your things in your room. People seeing your things in the master would raise eyebrows."

"I'm sure it would. So, if I asked you to take off the robe, would you?"

"Yes, but you don't need to ask. Just tell me. Kitchen is all done," she said then refilled their wine glasses and joined him at the table.

"Are you into the bondage thing?" he asked.

"I enjoy it. That's one of Carol's favorite activities."

"What else do you like?" her son asked.

"Do you mean sexually?"

"Yeah."

"I'll do whatever you want."

"That wasn't my question. What do you like?"

"The only man I've ever been with is your father. At one time or another we did most everything a man and woman can do, I think. I liked it all. As Carol said, I'm not into sadistic pain. I love being touched. Carol was the only woman I was ever with. She was better at oral than your father. I love that. She liked to watch as I did things to myself and to her. That turned me on. This is hard talking about with my son. We've never discussed any of this before."

"Did you do pictures or videos?"

"I never have, but it might be fun."

"You've never done a threesome?" her son asked.

"Never. It isn't up to me, as the sub, but I'd prefer not to be shared."

"Okay. I'm too possessive for that anyway. What's your favorite position for sex?"

"I love to 69. For vaginal, probably cowgirl. I'm open to try most anything," she admitted.

"Anal?"

"Only a few experiences with that. Your father was too rushed, and it was painful. Carol took her time to get started. I did enjoy it with her."

"I take it she used a toy for that?"

"She used lots of toys. I don't like nipple clamps, but again, it isn't up to me."

"Mom, I'd prefer you teach me what you like. Coach me. I want to learn what gets you going."

"And I need the same thing from you. I want to make love to you better than anyone else ever has or will. I do have a request for our first time."

"What's that?"

"That we do what comes naturally. Do it like you would if I were your girlfriend rather than your submissive," she said.

"Having second thoughts?"

"Not at all. I'm ready and willing right now," his mother chuckled. "I would like to shower and put clean sheets on the bed. Oh, Carol suggested I ask you about how you'd like my pubic hair. Bare seems to be pretty popular."

"What do you have now?"

Denise stood and pulled her robe open showing her son her neatly groomed triangle.

Rob laughed. "Never in a million years would I have ever expected to see you do that."

"I'm yours now. I like my body and want you to see it...and use it for your pleasure."

"And for yours."

"That too, but pleasing you is what I need. Being pleased is icing on the cake."

"Let's leave your hair like it is for now."

"Do you have a specific way you'd like to be addressed?" she asked.

"Just like you always have. I'm not into the master stuff. I'll continue calling you mom." He thought for a moment. "Pretty soon I want us to go on a honeymoon. We'll be husband and wife there."

"Where are we going?" she asked grinning.

"We'll figure that out together. Think about it. How about you go shower, and I'll change the sheets?"

"I can do both," she offered.

"Are you questioning my instructions?" her son asked seriously.

"Sorry. What would you like me to wear?"

"A smile."

"May I put lipstick on it?"

"Lipstick is fine," he said as he stood and took her hand.

Rob led his mother upstairs to the master. As they passed the linen closet Denise grabbed a set of clean sheets. She gave them to her son then walked into her closet and hung up her robe. Rob watched as she then walked naked from the closet to the master bath carrying a pair of red heels. Denise was a vision at thirty-eight. She was petite - five feet and one hundred five pounds with sandy blonde hair just reaching her shoulders. Her breasts were just enough to fill a champagne glass and perky with slightly upturned pink nipples. Her ass was perfect with just the right amount of jiggle and sway as she walked. Her son's cock went from semi to stone almost instantly.

He thought back to what he had seen earlier in the bed as he put on the clean sheets. His mother was tiny compared to Carol. She was more than double his mother's weight and nearly as tall as Rob's six feet. Carol's large breasts were about the only feature that signified she was a she. Carol had a manly appearance.

At twenty-one, Rob was a hundred pounds heavier than his mother, muscled, and handsome. He was attending the university full time while still living at home. He occasionally dated but was mostly a loner.

His parents had split four years earlier and following their tough divorce his father abandoned them, minus the house and a very substantial amount of money. Even without being employed Rob and his mother lived a good life and wanted for nothing.

Denise spent about fifteen minutes in the bathroom. Rob had undressed and was sitting up in the bed covered only by the sheet. His mother stepped out and posed in the doorway. She was nude and wearing only her red heels and the smile she had promised.

"Wow!" her son said, admiring her.

"Acceptable?" she asked.

"Oh yeah. Turn and give me a full view." She turned slowly for him, never losing the smile. "Dad is an idiot," he said grinning.

Denise walked to the side of the king bed and climbed in beside him, snuggling up close.

"Mom, you're absolutely beautiful," her son told her then leaned in for a kiss.

The kiss was deep and passionate and continued for minutes before they eased away.

"Oh my god! I've never been kissed like that," she said, a bit out of breath and flushed. "If I had been wearing panties they would have melted."

"I haven't either. Where have you been all my life?" he asked her grinning.

"Right down the hall," she replied stroking his chest.

They kissed again and their bodies rolled into each other. Rob's hand moved to his mother's breast and her hand began working its way down his front, finally taking his cock in her hand. Rob moaned.

"Be careful. I'm already about to explode," he warned.

"I'll be very careful," she replied sliding down his front.

"Mom, I'm serious."

"I can tell. Trust me, it'll go off when I'm ready."

Rob pulled the sheet away to watch what his mother was doing. He had fantasized about this literally hundreds of times and had a hard time believing it was really happening.

As she gripped his shaft, her tongue teased around the head licking away the pre-cum. Her other hand had cupped her son's balls, gently rolling them in her palm. After a moment she dragged her tongue the length of the underside. Rob moaned again. Her eyes never left his as she positioned herself between his legs.

Although holding his cock, she was careful not to stroke it as her tongue licked and teased him.

"I'm counting on a mouthful. Will you give me that?" she asked softly.

"Yes," he whimpered.

"Can I swallow it?"

"Oh yes," he sighed.

"And more later?" she asked taking about a third into her mouth and stroking him.

Rob exploded. Several streams, in rapid succession, erupted into his mother's warm wet mouth. He could feel her tongue flicking the underside of the head as he rewarded her. Denise let out a guttural groan adding a vibration to everything else and triggering more spasms and ejaculate.

When he finished she pulled off but kept stroking, then used her tongue to lick away any more drops that oozed out. When satisfied she had everything his mother swallowed it all.

"Sorry, I just couldn't stop it," he apologized.

"I expected it would be quick. We've got all night, and I have no doubt there's more where that came from. Thank you."

"You're welcome. How about I get a turn?" he asked.

"You don't have to do that," she said.

"Are you defying me?" he asked seriously.

"No sir," she replied smiling. "Where do you want me?"

"Trade me places," her son said rolling out of the way.

She eagerly moved into position with her legs spread wide for him. Rob knelt between her legs and kissed her again deeply. She seemed surprised but returned his passion.

Rob kissed and nibbled down her neck to her chest, taking his time as he did. His mother lovingly held his head in her hands. She moaned softly as he licked then sucked her nipples. Rob noted that with the first suck on each nipple he tasted a sweet liquid, but it cleared after a single expression.

He slowly worked his way to the top of the well-trimmed triangle then moved to her inner thighs near the knees. He slowly kissed, nibbled, and licked his way back up then began attending to the area outside his mother's labia.

"You're making me crazy," she sighed.

Tightening her grip on his head she tried to move him to the middle. Rob wouldn't budge and kept on with the teasing. As he moved from side to side his lips occasionally brushed her clit. She moaned every time. Rob finally licked from her peritoneum to her clit, and she moaned loudly and clamped his head tightly between her thighs. She began bucking her hips and screamed.

Her orgasm seemed to last for minutes as he repeatedly sucked and licked her clit. Finally, she fell limp and released his head from between her legs and held him away from the supersensitive nub.

Rob got up onto his knees, grabbed his mother's hips and plunged his cock into her. She screamed from the sensitivity and tried to pull away, but he held on and began moving in and out. In moments, she came a second time, seemingly longer than the first.

"Oh, oh, ohhh!" she moaned as she stiffened and arched her back with each wave.

Rob grunted and filled her with his warm seed. Both finally collapsed together panting. Neither moved nor spoke for a couple of minutes.

"You are on birth control, right?" her son asked.

"Tubes tied, assuming you didn't just blow them open," she whimpered. "Rob, you're an amazing lover."

"I read a lot," he said grinning.

"Apparently. I need some water. What can I get you?"

"Water sounds good," he replied rolling off.

Denise rolled over and opened the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out a hand towel. She held it between her legs as she walked shakily to the bathroom.

"Stay there. I'll clean you up in a moment," she told him.

He heard her pee then flush the toilet before leaving the room. She was back quickly and handed him a bottle of water before returning to the bathroom. In a moment she returned and cleaned him with a warm, wet washcloth, then dried him with a hand towel. She took them into the bath then climbed back into the bed and cuddled up to him.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too. Thank you for accepting me."

"Mom, it's like a dream come true."

She kissed her son's chest.

"Can I wake you with a blowjob?" she asked.

"Anytime you want. Dad is a fucking idiot," her son said pulling her close.