She woke along side her son, in his bed. Her naked body ached from an entire day of sexual activity, and she smelled and tasted of semen. Karen was thoroughly confused and more than alittle aroused. She tried to stretch and contort her lithe form to ease the soreness, yet still wallow in the feeling of sexual languor.
Her son Michael, woke easily. He looked well-rested and contented. He reached between her legs and casually began to tease and tickle her pussy lips, flicking his fingers over her clit.
"I like the way your nipples perk-up when I touch you, the more you squirm, the harder my cock gets."
Karen had to admit that her small, brown nipples were indeed hard, like diamonds on her chest. And the moaning and heavy breathing that filled the room was coming from deep inside of her. How, she wondered, could her body betray her this way? Her own son had raped her and forced her to perform oral-sex, swallowing his load. Then compounded the indignities by calling her a whore and a slut. Yet she had orgasmed more times than she could count. Was this filthy taboo a turn-on and even a hidden fantasy? Her mind was spinning out of her control!
Something akin to Stockholm Syndrome had settled into her psyche. Her son Mike had taken direction of her sensations and was at this moment able to use and adjust her desires to suit his pleasure. Always a lonely woman, Karen had also been losing her own identity. This man, Michael, was able to bring her back to the young, attractive, sexy persona she had abandoned so many years ago.
It was incest technically, it was rape if she persued it. It was also violently passionate and strangely seductive. Mike had awakened senses in her that had been locked-up in a lifetime past. He wanted to have a maddening feast of her body. She wanted the rules, needed the rules. Leave the domination and decisions to another. Tell her what to do, command her, and she was willing to obey. The act of sex was exciting again. The nasty names were oddly arousing. His forcefulness and degradation helped play to her feeling of subjugation. And it all amounted to the best sex and strongest orgasms she could ever remember or imagine.
Karen tried to delve into her inner reaches, to set a name to this emotion creeping tantalizingly into her. She wanted to call it shame or atleast coercion. She knew really, though, it was liberation.
This time when Mike snapped his fingers and motioned towards his cock, there was no hesitation or complaint. She sucked it in greedily, now happy with the notion that she could take his huge hard-on in her mouth. She also realized that having swallowed so much sperm, she was used to the flavor and texture. And more than a little proud that she could make him cum so fast.
After she downed this next load, she asked the obvious question. To this Mike replied, "You're mine now, You'll suck me every morning and night. Your body belongs to me, and you will make it your duty to please me. I want your body available to me at my leisure. There will be no more bras and undies worn in this house. And when I come home, you will be waiting at the door, on your knees, offering yourself to me. I will continue to support you and pay all the bills. The house, cars, credit-cards, jewelry and all will be my gift aslong as you follow the rules here." Karen dutifully nodded at every word. "And tell me again," he said, "what are the rules?"
"I'm your bitch", was her zombie-like answer, "and I'll please you in any way you desire...just aslong as Jenny never finds out." She absent-mindedly began stroking his big cock and watched with growing desire as it sprang to life. Her nipples were achingly hard and the warm flow started in her vagina. Her breasts heaved as Mike teased her nipples with the slightest pressure and he eased her hungry lips onto his swollen pecker. "Make it feel good, bitch. And we'll discuss my dear sister, later."
It had finally sunk in. Karen, a divorcee and mother of two grown kids had been broken of spirit. Her life had been spent pleasing bosses that didn't know she existed; a husband that used her as housekeeper and breeder; a daughter who used her for dinners and fancy clothes, on her way out to that rich-girl college; and now, her twenty-two year-old son had openly declared that he wanted and expected her to be his sex-slave or "cum-dumpster", as he sometimes put it.
What happened? How and why?
For the first time in two days, Mike permitted her to walk around the home without supervision. She felt relieved. He told her to shower and apply make-up, when she returned he had laid-out an outfit for her. A pair of cute shorts; red and satiny, cut high. And a long loose mans white tank-top, and low heels. Mike was not in the room but she donned the clothes with no second thought. Before she left the bedroom, her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. Her jet-black hair hung softly down the middle of her back and just to the top of her well-formed 36C tits. Her olive skin was fit and trim though obviously showing signs of having birthed two children. Her butt looked firm and round in the clingy material of the shorts and thanks to all the biking, her long legs were well-muscled. Karen believed her legs to be her best feature, so she stood on her toes once or twice, to flex her calves and tighten her thighs. She noticed her curvy ass give a pleasing jiggle, too. Her boobs looked full and heavy under the cotton tee and her dark nipples showed through the flimsy shirt. Karen realized that for the first time in years, she liked her appearance. And someone else,(as sick as it sounds,) finds her attractive and wants to open-up her sexuality.
Is it possible that this was what she wanted? What she needed and desired? "You know, if today goes okay, I can make this work. I know he's my son. No one else has to know. We're not getting married, it's just sex! And WOW!, do I orgasm. Besides, nobody else was knocking on my door." Satisfied with her reasoning, she actually smiled brightly and ran her long fingers through her silky, black hair. As she started toward the kitchen, one final thought nagged at her, "am I about to act like a slut or have I become one?"
Mike was lounging at the kitchen table, coffee in hand, as Karen strolled past on her way to the stove. She felt a rather affectionate slap on her ass as she passed. And when Mike asked to see her tits, she playfully hoisted her shirt for a quick flash. She caught the sudden smile on his face and momentarily flushed. She enjoyed that she could please him like this. As she poured her coffee, she could feel that tremendous boner rub against her ass cheeks. Then his big, warm hands snaked their way under her shirt and cupped her bouncy breasts.
