Lori awoke with the sun streaming through the window. She immediately wondered how late it was, why she was still in bed. Then, she remembered the tent, the sex. Had that been a dream? No, no, it had been all too real, all too exciting, and she was sleeping because she had come home so late. But the drive had been worth it. What a rush it had been to sneak into the tent with Ricky and Todd while the others slept. Delicious.
After shower and breakfast, Lori decided to check her email. She hadn't been online in a while, and after a few minutes she was surfing again. The list of chat rooms contained the usual provocative titles, and she avoided most of them. Then, she spotted CHATTING UP MOM, and in a flirty mood, entered. The room was nearly full of men, boys, girls, women, and the screen soon filled with the kind of double entendre so common online. People could be witty and funny, especially when they were anonymous and unseen. She suspected most of them lied through their teeth. She was tempted to add her own experiences to the mix but decided against it. When it was real, it was far too dangerous to share. Then, the instant message appeared.
SUB-SON: Hi, 18 son here.
KNOWINGMOM: Hi, Mom here.
SUB-SON: You have a son?
KNOWINGMOM: Yes, about your age.
SUB-SON: And do you peek on him?
KNOWINGMOM: Sometimes.
Lori giggled. She could have said a lot more than that, but SUB-SON didn't need to know just how extensive her relationship with Ricky was.
SUB-SON: Like what you see?
KNOWINGMOM: Love it. You peek on mom?
SUB-SON: Sometimes. She's pretty sexy.
KNOWINGMOM: I bet. So, do you have a fantasy?
SUB-SON: Better, a story.
KNOWINGMOM: Tell me.
SUB-SON: You have to promise not to tell anyone else.
KNOWINGMOM: I won't. I promise.
SUB-SON: Because it would be bad.
KNOWINGMOM: Trust me.
SUB-SON: OK. It began after school one day. I had just got home when the phone rang. It was Mrs. Hanson, our neighbor. She had a flat tire, and she asked if I would put on the donut, you know, that little spare they put in new cars. She was home alone and she didn't want to pay for a tow. So, I went over. Now, Mrs. Hanson is an average woman except for some big tits, I mean, huge tits. They make her look top heavy they're so big. Her butt was a little big too, but her tits always got looks when she would walk around the neighborhood in a t-shirt.
KNOWINGMOM: I bet you looked too.
SUB-SON: Yeah, I usually did. When she was in a bathing suit in the back yard too. I hate to admit this, but sometimes I would stand in my window and jerk off while I watched her. She looked pretty hot.
KNOWINGMOM: Do you jerk off a lot?
SUB-SON: All the time. I'm a teenager. LOL
KNOWINGMOM: It's part of the hormones. LOL Go on.
SUB-SON: Well, I walked over, and there she was in cut off jeans and a t-shirt over those bodacious ta-ta's. She led me to the garage, and sure enough, she had a flat. Well, I'm pretty good at changing tires. My mom gets flats too, but that's because she's always hitting potholes at 50 miles per hour. Anyway, I jacked it up and changed tires in no time although I was sweating like a pig because the garage was so hot. I checked the tire before I put it in the trunk, and it had a nail in it. After, I went looking for Mrs. H.
KNOWINGMOM: And you found her naked?
SUB-SON: LOL Not a chance. I didn't find her. She wasn't upstairs or in the kitchen or family room. So, I checked the basement. I didn't think she was there either. It was empty. I was about to leave when I spotted a door. I thought it was the furnace room or something, but I thought I better check. I opened the door and found her room.
KNOWINGMOM: Her room?
SUB-SON: It was like no room I'd ever seen. I'm not into kinky stuff, so I wasn't real sure what I had walked into, but it was one of those rooms. It had restraints and shackles built into the walls. There was a whole rack of black leather whips and devices I couldn't begin to name. The walls were padded, and I guess the room was sound proof. It looked like a dungeon, only with leather instead of iron. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. Really weird and kinky.
KNOWINGMOM: And was she there?
SUB-SON: Yeah, polishing some leather straps. She looked really surprised. I said I had finished, and she said I worked fast. I started to back out, and then she asked me if I would do her a favor.
KNOWINGMOM: Favor?
SUB-SON: Not tell anyone. This was her special room, and she didn't want anyone to know. The neighbors might not understand.
KNOWINGMOM: I bet not. LOL She would be a real threat to god-fearing folks.
SUB-SON: It scared me. And I guess it showed because she asked if I knew what the room was. I said it was some kind of kinky dungeon, and she laughed. Yes, it was that, but it was more. It was a real turn on for her. She got to play domitrix, and that pleased her and the people she dominated. I didn't know what a domitrix did, and I told her that. But it was ok with me. I wasn't into it, but she could be. And that's when she offered to show me what she did.
KNOWINGMOM: And you accepted.
SUB-SON: What else could I do? She waved me into the room and closed the door. Then, she put my wrists in these leather shackles and placed them over a hook above my head. It was all pretty wild until she raised the hook. She stretched my arms until I couldn't reach any higher, so there was no way I could get off that hook. I was stuck and I thought pretty silly looking. Then, she pulled off her shirt and bra, and there were those hooters, and they were like melons, round and white with big nipples. She slipped on this leather harness that let her tits through but supported them, and I have to tell you they looked terrific. That's when she told me to stop grinning.
KNOWINGMOM: Ooooh, she got tough?
SUB-SON: I started to laugh and she shoved a rubber ball into my mouth. Before I could spit it out, she tied the straps behind my head. I was gagged. I couldn't talk. She leaned real close to show me those hooters and said that until I learned to obey I would have to be silenced.
KNOWINGMOM: Were you hard?
SUB-SON: Oh yes, to see her that way was hot, and I had a boner like you wouldn't believe. If I could have talked, I would have told her that I'd had enough. I could go home. But I couldn't talk, and I had to watch her pull one of those tits to her mouth and lick her own nipple in front of me. I was so hard it hurt, and she's there licking. Then, she jerked down my shorts.
KNOWINGMOM: And that boner leaped up.
SUB-SON: God, it was embarrassing. She walked around me, staring at me and my erection, and I couldn't tell if she liked it or not. I was hanging there like a slab of beef, my cock at full attention. She grabbed some kind of short whip, maybe a riding crop, and came up to me. She grabbed my penis and squeezed so hard tears came to my eyes. Then, she told me she hadn't told me to get one of those yet. I was undisciplined, untrained. I was a very bad boy. And then, she whipped me.
KNOWINGMOM: OMG. Did it hurt?
SUB-SON: It stung like hell. But it didn't really hurt. She seemed to know exactly how hard to hit, hard enough to sting but not hard enough to leave a mark or break the skin. And while she whipped my ass she told me I better get rid of that boner. It seems that when you want to get rid of a hard-on, you can't. You know how it is, the thing never obeys.
KNOWINGMOM: I like to keep it up as long as possible.
SUB-SON: Yeah, well, ordinarily I would want to too, but right then, I wanted the damn thing to deflate like a busted balloon. But it was hard with her whipping me and telling me how headstrong I was, a bad little boy who had never learned to obey. She sounded so different from the Mrs. Hanson who lived next door. It was a Jeckyl and Hyde thing. She talked filthy, calling me her whore boy and her teen toy, a boy with the nastiest ideas in the neighborhood. She said she knew I jerked off in the window when I watched her in the back yard. She said she knew I peeked on my mom and then jerked off in mom's panties. She knew all my horrid little secrets, and she was going to make me pay for such wicked thoughts.
KNOWINGMOM: How did she know?
SUB-SON: I don't know. I think she was guessing. Anyway, she gave me a good number of lashes before my boner disappeared. That made her smile. She showed me her tits again and grabbed my balls to squeeze them. She squeezed hard and told me she could rip them off if she wanted, feed them to the crows. She scared me, she really did. But she was hot too, you know? She had played this game before, and she knew what to do. Then, she told me to get hard again.
KNOWINGMOM: She's a sadist.
SUB-SON: Yes, she likes control. She's not very tall, so maybe she needs to feel in control sometimes.
KNOWINGMOM: Most women like to be in control at times.
SUB-SON: Maybe, but there she was, rubbing those melons against me and stroking my cock to life and all the time telling me I'm a nasty boy who needs a mistress. She said she knew that the first time she saw me jerking off after school. She said I should draw my curtains before I flop on the bed and jerk off, that I needed self-will, the ability to control my urges. And she could teach me. She could teach me to obey like a Doberman, ready and able whenever she whistled. Oh yes, she could make me her slave boy, and more, I would love it. I would be so turned on I would beg her to use me.
KNOWINGMOM: And did she?
SUB-SON: Yes, she jerked me off right there in her dungeon. She rubbed against me and stroked me, and when she told me to cum, I shot for all I was worth. It was embarrassing. My ass stung like hell, and I was cumming on command. I had never had that done before. And she laughed at me. She laughed and said I would be tough, but she would make me into a perfect sub-son. I would be her sub and I would beg for more.
KNOWINGMOM: She's wild. Then, what?
SUB-SON: She released me. She handed me a towel and told me to clean up the mess on the floor. Then, she took off her harness and put on her shirt and left. I cleaned up and went upstairs, and I knew my face was as red as an apple. She was sitting in the kitchen, and she thanked me for changing her tire. I wanted to sort of talk about what had happened, but she wouldn't let me. She handed me five dollars for the tire and told me to come over after school the next day. I wanted to suggest we go right back down to the dungeon, but she shooed me out the door.
KNOWINGMOM: So, you went back the next day. LOL
SUB-SON: Yeah. But I didn't intend to. I mean, I told myself I wouldn't go through that again. It was degrading, and I didn't have to do it.
KNOWINGMOM: But it was hot too.
SUB-SON: Very hot. I kept thinking about it all day, and every time I did, I got a boner. I mean, I could feel that whip on my ass and her melons and the smell of leather and how she made me cum when she said. I don't know if you can understand, but it was an incredible turn on. I didn't know it would be so stimulating.
KNOWINGMOM: So, you went back.
SUB-SON: Right after school, I walked over and knocked on the door. She answered and she told me to go down to the room. She came in, and we did the same as the day before. She shackled me to the ceiling and gagged me, and I let her, and then she stripped naked before she put on the harness and a little leather thong. She was shaved and hot and my cock filled so fast it was scary. That was when she grabbed the crop again. She told me she hadn't given me permission to get hard, and this time, she whipped my cock before she whipped my ass. That crop hurt like hell on my boner, but she didn't care. She laughed as it shrank, and she laughed harder when she did my ass.
KNOWINGMOM: She's a little Hitler isn't she.
SUB-SON: God yes. She enjoys giving a bit of pain. After she whipped me she told me I had two minutes to get hard again. Two minutes.
KNOWINGMOM: And did you?
