Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. It does not depict any actual persons or events. Any likeness to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. All parties engaging in sexual activity are of legal age of 18 and consenting adults. This is for entertainment purposes and is not an avocation for the activities contained herein. Always obey all state, federal, and local laws.
*Thank you all for the feedback you left on the first chapter. Mostly the feedback was that the story was enjoyable, however, people did not like the cutting aspect of the story. I understand and wanted to let people know that that was intentionally put in because the girl I wrote the story for specifically requested it as it is HER fantasy and fetish that I was putting into words for her. I certainly do not judge anybody else's sexual enjoyments as long as it is carried out between two consenting adults. With that said, I have removed that element from this sequel and this is purely incest/taboo and sub/dom related. I hope you all enjoy. And as always, I welcome your feedback *
The Bible study went well and after saying goodbye to our guests and cleaning up a bit, mom decided to retire for the night. She kissed me goodnight and went into her bedroom. My eyes were immediately drawn to the bookshelf and my discovery from earlier. I walked over to where I had put the journal and removing this taboo book from the shelf, I reread the entries from before. I was no less shocked the second time as I was the first time, but this time, my shock gave way to arousal. I had never really thought of my mom sexually before. No more than typical boys do growing up sneaking peaks to see what breasts or a vagina actually look like. But this was different. Mom's story had me treating her like a sexual object. Just the way Victoria liked me to do.
Victoria and I had an interesting relationship. We had met through a pen-pal website and had quickly become close as we immediately hit it off with our sense of humor and open mindedness. One day she opened up to me about her "alternative lifestyle," as she called it. She told me that she is a true life submissive.
I had no experience with this so she told me that she enjoyed a lifestyle of being submissive to her man. To be used for his pleasure; to do sexually and in life whatever he wanted from her. At first this sounded like a classic abusive relationship. I had been brought up by mom to always respect a woman and her body and to hear Victoria tell me she actually enjoyed be used for her master's pleasure was such a foreign concept. As we discussed this, however, she explained that it was not a license to abuse but, rather, the ultimate trust. She is giving herself completely over to another person and trusting that they are going to push her physical, emotional, and mental limits all for his pleasure, but at the same time never actually hurting her beyond what she is consenting to.
As she put it, "The Master's job is to push the sub's limits for his own pleasure, to bend her to the point of breaking but never crossing the line to actually breaking or hurting her. The sub's job is to cater to the will of her Master fully and has placed her full and complete trust in her Master to push her to the breaking point but trust that he will never actually break her. It is not abuse as both Master and Sub are willfully entering the relationship. It is the ultimate form of trust and intimacy."
The more we talked the more I understood and explored my dominant side. When Victoria and I finally met she was patient with me as it seemed she was the one pushing me to my limits. She wore blue wrist bands signifying her being shackled to me in our bond and as the sub she was teaching me to be a dom. I didn't think I had it in me, but it turns out there was an inner Master that was waiting to come out.
Victoria and I have been together for a couple years now and our relationship has evolved and grown into a full Master/Submissive relationship and we couldn't be happier. Reading mom's journal made me wonder if she, herself, was a submissive as well. Had these thoughts and dreams of hers come from her own desires or had they been planted in her head from something she had seen in Victoria and I? I was not a natural dom; Victoria brought it out in me. Was mom a natural sub or was there something she was seeing from me that was bringing it out in her?
Thumbing through the pages of what I had already ready contemplating this in my mind I skimmed some of the other fantasies she had. There was an outline of a story for a girl seducing her principle. A married woman cheating on her husband with two men at a work convention. A couple trying swinging for the first time. Then I came across this...
Dreamed of Tyler again last night. I don't know why I'm indulging myself once again in here but I feel like I have no other outlet to write this down. The dreams are so intense and vivid. I can't shake the images of being on my knees for him. Of pleasing him. Of letting him use me. Of letting Victoria use me. Of feeling his seed inside my body. It is so wrong to dream about my son like this, but it's so intense. I know the difference between fantasy and reality. I could never do this for real. But is it so wrong of a mother to dream or fantasize as long as I don't act on it? I don't know. But for now, here is my dream.
Tyler is alone when I arrive home from work. I'm in a white blouse, white bra, black skirt, and black thong. I slip out of my shoes and I smile at him. "Hi Tyler." He smiles at me and walks over and without saying a word rips my blouse open. Buttons fly everywhere and before I know it, my breasts are exposed in my bra. And I am instantly wet.
He looks into my eyes and simply says, "Knees." I instantly obey as if I am completely his. I am completely his.
"Take off your bra, mom," he says looking down at me. I let the blouse fall and I reach behind undoing my bra and letting it slide down my arms and fall to the floor. My breasts are now fully exposed to my son once again. This time, not in the darkness of night, but in the daylight of our living room. He reaches down and fondles them. My nipples become hard and my eyes closed. I love his touch...I love him touching mommy. Oh god, did I just think that to myself? Did it just make me wetter? I shudder and inhale deeply as his fingers pinch and pull my nipples making them so erect.
"Up," he commands as I stand to my feet awaiting my next instructions. "You were a very naughty girl last night doing what you did to me and Victoria, weren't you mommy?"
"Yes, sir," I say.
"Do you know what I do to naughty girls?"
"No, sir,"
"I punish them. Victoria is punished quite frequently and you will be no exception."
Hearing him say that makes me so wet. I can feel my panties soaking through as I unconsciously start rubbing my thighs together. He grabs my hair and pulls me toward him almost touching my face but not quite. Our bodies collide making my breasts bounce and I inhale quickly from the sudden aggression. His physical strength intoxicating. His tight grip turning me on so much. Such a man. So in control. Even though he is my son...I want him to take me. My pussy begging him to take me. He snakes his tongue out and licks my lips and then lets go of my hair smiling.
"Bend over the arm of the couch," he says.
I walk to the arm of the couch and bend over. My breasts are hanging down, my nipples touching the fabric. The feeling is arousing as I feel his hand slip my skirt up around my waist; exposing my black thong. I feel his foot go against the inside of my right foot and force my right leg to the right. Then the other side, my left leg to the left, spreading me more.
He holds his hand in front of my face and says, "Spit." I do.
*SMACK* "Oh fuck!" I yelp not expecting such a forceful spanking on my right ass cheek.
"You've been a naughty girl mommy and naughty girls get spanked." *SMACK* on the other cheek. I'm getting wetter as he's doing this. Punishing his mother. The roles reversed. *SMACK* he spanks me again and I find myself so aroused I start to grind against the couch.
"Yes Tyler, mommy has been such a naughty girl," I moan cupping my breasts pulling at my own nipples.
*SMACK* Spanking me again, "Yes I'm so naughty Tyler, punish your mommy," I moaned as I start to gyrate my hips against the arm of the couch grinding my clit. "Fuck yes...do it...punish your mommy for all the times she's been naughty and punished you!" I heard myself say not even believing what I was asking my own son to do. *SMACK* *SMACK* he spanked me again, "Fuck yes...I'm a naughty girl...fucking spank me!" I was losing control grinding hard against the couch as he spanked me. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
I looked back right into his eyes. It was my turn to demand something. "Don't stop...you're gonna make me cum...please make me cum Tyler!" I moaned as I ground against the arm of the couch and I could see the naughtiest look in his eyes as he licked his own hand and spanked me again repeatedly. *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* each cheek turning red as I ground harder and harder on my clit loving the mix of pleasure and pain being so turned on by being punished by my own son until finally my body just exploded, "FUUUUUCK MEEEEE!" I screamed and my legs gave out and I collapsed onto the floor shaking as if I were in a seizure. I had never experienced such a powerful orgasm.
