It had been a week since Sylvia had submitted to her son Craig. He had overcome her reluctance and she had sucked his cock. He had made her his submissive slave, and she'd loved it. But she'd been very sorry when he had left, because she was wondering what this would mean to her relationship with John, her younger son.
John was twenty-two and had just finished college. He was busy searching for a good job, and had been gone the Sunday her twenty-three year old son, Craig, had fucked her face. He'd had her swallow his come, before spraying her face and tits with more come.
After giving him a blow job she had begged to be fucked, but Craig slapped her ass with his leather belt and told her to shut up and do only what she was told to do. He had lounged in a large chair in the den and told her to make herself come with her fingers. She had done what he wanted. She fucked her pussy with one hand while she pinched her nipples until she moaned with lust. She couldn't stop coming.
Craig jerked off in the chair. At one point he told her to stop coming. To just stop making her body have orgasms. She shuddered and tried. She was able to control herself. Or rather, he controlled her. She did as she was told. She was able to sustain that control until he released her to continue coming. Then he rose, walked over to where she knelt on the floor, and slapped her face with his still hard cock.
"You are my slave now, Sylvia. Never forget it. Now clean yourself up, I have to get home. You'll hear from me when I need you, slave."
With that, he gathered himself together and left the house. She heard his car driving down the gravel road from the house. She found herself smiling and wondered why. Then she thought of John. How was her relationship to him going to change? Her Master had not mentioned John. Did that mean she could still enjoy the pleasure of John's company? She decided that as long as Craig didn't tell her otherwise, she would continue as before. John was due home tomorrow. What would she tell him?
Arriving home late the next day, John felt his mother had changed somehow. She was very happy to see him, but was rather subdued. She did give him a passionate kiss. He felt his rod growing. She, however, had other plans. She took him into the den and they sat down with drinks as usual. Sylvia poured as he waited to see what was on her mind.
"Did you know that your brother was into Domination and submission?"
"Well, actually I did. We tell each other everything. We always have. I don't want to be inconsiderate, but the way we were raised in this house caused us to be very close. Now that you're out of your shell and enjoying your life again, I see nothing wrong with letting you know how it was for us before."
"That'll be my burden to bear, John. I know that. But I think I'm making progress in turning things around, don't you? So, you knew about Craig. Does that mean that Gretchen is his submissive?"
"Yes, she is. How did you find out about all this? When they came over yesterday, they actually told you about it all?"
"John, it wasn't the both of them. Just Craig came over. I need to tell you something. Craig did something to me, something I liked a lot. He made me get on my knees and suck his cock. He made me be submissive and do whatever he wanted. He didn't fuck me, but I wanted him too. He made me play with myself and then keep from coming. I felt very good being submissive to my own son. Just as I love fucking and making love to you, John. I must say I'm rather confused by it all. But Master Craig didn't tell me not to let you know. So I am."
"It doesn't matter in the least to me, Sylvia. You're exploring a whole new world, I know that. I'm happy you are. But what does this mean for me? Are you going to stop being my lover, Mother? I would hate that. I love you so much now. I need you. You have to know that now."
"Come here, John. Come to me. I don't know what it all means yet, either. But Craig didn't tell me to stop loving you, I don't think he would. I would hate that. I need you too. I need you right now. You must know that every time you get near me my pussy starts getting wet. It is now. It needs you baby, I need you. Let's go upstairs and Mother will let you fuck her ass. I'd like that. Let's do that, John."
John didn't have to be urged any further. He downed his drink, took Sylvia's hand, and they quickly went upstairs. Her room was the best for their frantic style of love-making, with its king size bed. John disrobed first because he knew Sylvia loved to see his body. Then he slowly took each of her clothing items off, smelled them, and tossed them aside. He loved the fact that her pussy was already glistening with fluids. Her nipples were so hard they looked painful, but he bit them anyway and Sylvia moaned and pressed them into his face.
He pushed her down on the bed and began making out with his mother. She returned all the loving he was giving. She so much enjoyed kissing, and the way he would lick and suck her neck and earlobes. It was enough to make her come. Sylvia was a sensual woman, she had never known it before. As they kissed, she was busy mauling her tits and pinching her nipples. She liked the sharp pain it caused. Then her fingers lingered in her cunt, tickling the clit and spreading her moisture around her labia. She felt John's hard cock pressed into her taut stomach and yearned to be fucked.
It was time for John to fuck some mother ass. He knew that. His prick was pulsing against Mother's flesh and he needed to come badly. He rose up onto his knees and ordered his mother to get on her hands and knees for an ass fucking. She quickly got into position, her submissive nature was responding. John smeared his hand on her cunt and rubbed it onto his dick, then he began working it into her puckered hole.
He put his hand on her neck and forced her face down into the bed. He started working it, fucking that ass with a regular rhythm and asking her if she wanted more.
"For god's sake, John, please fuck me harder. I need to feel it all in me. I need your huge cock, baby."
Her words were muffled with her face crammed into the bed, but John heard her loud and clear, and began stroking faster and deeper, feeling the tightness of Mother's ass gripping his cock. It was heaven fucking Sylvia. Heaven to fuck his mother. Screwing her like a whore. She was a whore. He told her and she responded by pushing her ass back against him wanting more and more.
All the time his prick was using Mother's ass, she had been cramming a dildo up her cooze. She had grabbed it as she came into the room. Now it was slippery from all the cunt juices flowing out of her as she was ass fucked. She fucked herself at the same time, her moans grew louder and so did John's groans of passion.
He was very close, she could tell, feeling his cock swell in her ass hole. He was so fucking deep and then he suddenly started gushing out come into her hole. It was hot and it made her have an immediate, huge orgasm. She cried out with pleasure. He kept pumping in and out, feeding all his spunk to his mother.
As they were relaxing later, having washed up and had dinner, they kept their thoughts to themselves, but John was certain of one thing. He was not giving up Mother, she was his fuck now. He might share, but she was his. However, it would all have to wait, because Father was arriving home tomorrow. His training session had completed with an After Action Review at the fort where he had trained some troops, and he was flying into the airport on the morning shuttle flight.
Griffith was met at the airport by Sylvia and John together. That was a little unusual, but not terribly. He was glad to get home. Although he would miss one of the soldier's he had become very friendly with during their evenings off at the base. Griffith loved these training sessions, they always gave him the opportunity to hook up on the down and low with a sweet young soldier. They were always so fit.
On the ride home they discussed the usual inconsequential things. Griffith was no fool, he could tell his wife seemed much happier than normal. She actually smiled once in awhile, especially at John. Something was different, but as long a it didn't make his life more difficult he didn't mind. He would be home now for perhaps a month. He would be going in to work each day, of course.
John was still actively job hunting virtually every day, so he and Sylvia found that having Griffith home now was a difficult obstacle to their love making. Still, they had the occasional quick fuck after Griffith had drifted off to sleep. John's room was down the hall and they were cautious and quiet.
At last John, who had been mulling over their whole situation, decided to have a chat with his brother. Nothing had ever come between them before. He was convinced nothing would now, but he had to clear the air. Craig had not been in touch with Mother since that one Sunday afternoon. Nothing at all. Perhaps it had been a joke of his. Craig had a rather odd sense of humor. John called him at his workplace.
