[Mom's Domination]

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I'm 23 years old and just graduated from college. I like a beautiful, somewhat wild girl named Susan; she
's very domineering. We don't get along very well, and I feel tonight might be our last
date.
I live with my mom; my dad died five years ago, and living with her
is much cheaper than living alone. Of course, I have to be extra careful about breaking up with my girlfriend, trying not to cause
any trouble.
That night, my mom has a date planned, probably one of her "night buddies." She's
been dating for two years now, and since she found out my views on these things in life, she hasn't hidden it
from me anymore, sometimes even spending the whole night on dates. Of course, this is good for me too, because I can
run away from home at night.
That's the situation tonight. Or at least, hypothetically.
Susan came in at 8:30, swaying over her shoulder, carrying a cloth bag. She put her wallet on the table
and the bag on the floor. Susan was wearing a leather miniskirt, red three-inch heels, no
stockings, and a white blouse with only three buttons fastened, making her red bra seem about to burst out.
I knew she always dressed sexily, but this was the first time I'd seen her dressed so daringly. If
we weren't breaking up tonight, I might have thought she wanted to go out into town dressed like this for the night.
I went up to kiss her, but she was always dominant when we were together. She pushed my arms away and asked
if I deserved to kiss her. Until tonight, I had been playing the submissive role. She never relinquished her dominance, and we always
had about an hour of bland, rough sex before she left.
But tonight was different; her outfit aroused me. "What is it that I deserve to do?"
I asked.
A slight smile played on her lips. "Take off your clothes and sit in the chair," she commanded.
"Will you help me?"
"Take them off now!"
I wasn't really submitting to her attitude, but I wanted her. The image of ripping off
her panties and slamming her, still mostly clothed, onto the table
intensified my desire, so I did as she asked.
I unbuttoned my shirt and let it slide down my shoulders to the floor beside the chair. My shoes
were off, so I prepared to pull down my pants. "You're really going to do this…you're probably a little out of your mind
," I joked, unzipping my pants.
Susan didn't answer, just stood there blinking. I shrugged, pulled down my pants, and stood in
my underwear with my feet on. My circumcised penis was already halfway out from the top of my underwear. I
imagined walking up to her, grabbing her shoulders, pulling her head towards my crotch, and forcing my penis between her
lips into her mouth, ejaculating into her throat. The thought made my penis
tremble, and a drop of pre-ejaculate dripped from the tip.
Susan didn't care about my intense urge. "Take it off, sit down," she commanded.
My lust was already intense enough, but I felt the fire burning ever brighter, almost uncontrollable.
I pulled down my underwear, bent over to remove it from my feet… *smack*, Susan slapped my buttocks
hard.
I lost my balance and could only grab the chair and slam down. Susan stood in front of me, slowly licking her
lips. “I’m going to tie you to this chair and give you a fuck you’ll never forget.”
As my penis softened again, I forgot the pain in my buttocks, my hands
tied to the back of the chair in a special way. Susan did it skillfully. She tied me tight enough to prevent me from escaping, but
my blood could still circulate. She let her hair tease my penis, bent down, and secured my ankles
to the chair legs. Then, she dragged the chair to the center of the kitchen. She checked the ropes one last time
, walked to the table, and picked up her purse and the now-empty cloth bag.
“I know I can humiliate you,” she said. “I just didn’t expect it to be this easy.”
Susan smiled, bent down and kissed me, then walked straight to the open front door. “I told
you, you were going to be fooled tonight,” she laughed as she walked
out.
I sat there dejectedly for a while, then tried to break free of the ropes. My desire had
completely vanished because of my despair. “What would Mom do if she saw me like this?” I asked myself. This thought
made me try even harder to break free of the ropes. But the harder I tried, the worse it felt. I simply couldn’t
untie the ropes myself.
My gaze swept across the kitchen to the phone on the table, then I glanced at the floor. Mom had
renovated the kitchen a month ago, and the unworn tarpaulin on the floor gleamed white.
The thought of her reaction when she saw me made me want to jump up and run across the floor, away from this place where she could easily find me. I also tried to smash
a chair; I had smashed an old one last week. Mom would probably rather see my hand dislocated than
hurt by the chair.
I was still firmly strapped in, and to make matters worse, the car's headlights shone into the house from the garage door. Mom
came home early…
I sat there quietly when I heard the car stop. The door opened, paused, and closed again.
Then I heard her shoes in the hallway, the sound of her unlocking the door jarring my ears.
A tiny metallic click, the lock ticking. The door opened and closed again. With her back to me,
Mom hung her coat on the hanger, then her purse. She turned and went into the kitchen.
When Mom saw me, she stopped. She just stood there looking at me with a hint of surprise.
When Mom stood there, my extreme condition made me look at her with a gaze I had never shown before. Until now
, she was just Mom… always and always would be. But now, exposed to her in the worst possible state
, I stared at her with a different kind of gaze.
My mother's dark brown hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. The left strand fell in front, softly draping
her beautiful chest. The right strand slid down her back, revealing a small ear with a shimmering gold earring. The front
portion landed right at her eyebrows, curling slightly. She had trimmed her eyebrows; the soft
hairs curled upwards at the ends, rising to her temples. My mother's eyelashes were a deep black, almost
reaching her eyebrows, and had only been slightly smudged during her date. My mother's cheeks were flushed,
but I couldn't tell if it was natural or because she saw me like this—naked and tied to a chair.
Her nose was small but prominent, adding to the beauty of her face.
A coral-black line was drawn around the edge of my mother's lips. Her perfect makeup suggested she hadn't received
a passionate kiss tonight; no wonder she'd come home so early. My mother's chin was a soft, round shape, the curve leading down
to her throat. Her "Adam's apple" was small and firm, shifting slightly as she swallowed awkwardly
.
A short blouse covered her shoulders, connecting to a strapless yellow skirt. The jacket was open
, its hem falling below the skirt. Without the jacket, her beauty was easily visible, but the jacket added
to her allure. Underneath the skirt, she wore a strapless bra, but only a glimpse of her deep
cleavage was visible. The tops of her breasts flared upwards, concealing firm, full, white skin. A small, curled strand of hair
fell across the top of her left breast, its blackness contrasting sharply with her creamy skin.
Through the jacket, my mother's slender waist extended upwards from her hips. The skirt was taut, revealing
the outline of her bikini bottoms. The skirt pleated below her knees, and if she turned,
her thighs would be visible. She wore dark purple (almost entirely black) stockings. My mother's legs were long
and well-proportioned, appearing strong and beautiful beneath her skirt, with slender knees and full calves.
Her ankles were small, and her purple stockings were tied with straps two inches high. A small gold
anklet glittered on the stockings.
Although it seemed I had been staring at my mother for a long time, it had actually only been a few seconds. My mother
looked behind her, then blinked a few times.
"Oh, I guess I'd better get a knife and untie you. Do you think the neighbors like seeing you like this?"
"I'm sorry, Mom, it's just..."
"I don't want to hear you say that. I'll set you free, you can go back to bed, and we'll just pretend this never
happened."
"I'm sorry, Mom."
Mom opened the cupboard door, bent down to find a knife, and her skirt rolled up at the back, revealing
a black garter belt holding her stockings together, a very thin strap tied to it. I felt a throbbing
in my penis, hoping she would get hard before it became even harder.
Mom struggled to find the knife, reaching forcefully to the top of the cupboard. Her legs were spread apart,
one leg raised. I didn't know why she did that, but it allowed me to see more, making
my penis even harder.
Mom looked down again, revealing her thighs once more, and I caught a glimpse
of the inner thighs... The edge of her pants—she was wearing yellow underwear.
Mom found the knife, turned, and stood up. She looked down at my thighs, and clearly at
my penis. I looked away, then back, but her eyes remained fixed on my penis.
I began to swell faster and harder; the rapid engorgement made my penis twitch. Mom's face turned
a bright red, and her gaze slowly moved up my body, into my eyes. We stared at each other
for at least a minute, then Mom came up behind me. I felt her hand approach my neck… I waited for
her to use the knife to cut the rope so I could escape this predicament.
"Hmm, looks like baby saw too much when Mom bent over. Is Mom making her little baby
so hard?"
I couldn't speak. I had never associated my mother with sex before, never even thought about it,
but the moment I felt her breath in my ear, all I could think of was throwing her to the floor and
fucking her. I wanted to cover her whole body with my semen. I wanted to insert my penis into Mom's anus, vagina,
mouth, even one of her nostrils, if I could. I tugged at the rope with all my might, but I
got nothing.
"I see you're thinking of escaping, baby. Don't you like Mommy anymore?"
As she said this, her lips gently brushed against my ear. I groaned and tugged at the rope even harder
. My penis throbbed, and a large drop of fluid dripped from the tip.
"Mommy likes it this way, baby. I bet you're thinking about having all kinds of sex with Mommy right now,
aren't you, son? I bet you want Mommy right now."
My penis responded to her words, and in fact, her lips had already slid down my neck to my shoulder.
"If you can ejaculate for Mommy... um... three times tonight, Mommy will give herself to
you."
"Oh, yes. Mommy... anything! Whatever you say!!!"
"Anything I say? I like that. That way, you have to ejaculate three times while you're tied up
... You're not allowed to say anything else. In fact, I will do everything we agreed on."
After making sure I wouldn't say anything else, Mommy went to the sink, got a clean rag, and tied it around my
mouth. "Is the baby breathing okay?"
"Mmm... um," I mumbled and nodded.
Mom came up to me from behind. She began to slowly take off her jacket. "I hope you'll
keep your promise until the very end, or Mom will be very angry with you!"
The jacket slid off Mom's shoulders, erotically falling down her arms to the floor. Mom moved her shoulders
, making them sway back and forth. As she leaned forward, I got a glimpse of her breasts. Her
cleavage was pressed against her chin, and I could see her breasts inside her bra.
Mom went to the back, then turned back, her hands busy at work. After about
a minute, she turned back and pulled her bra out from under her skirt. Mom put her hands inside one of the cups and went
behind me. The soft material touched my shoulders and neck, then Mom's lips. The cool
softness of the bra and the intense heat of her lips made my penis twitch and spasm. As Mom began to
trace patterns on my shoulders with her tongue, I began to struggle and ejaculate.
My first ejaculation arced upwards and landed right next to her jacket.
After a few more small spurts, a small amount dripped from the tip of my penis.
"Oh, baby came. Does baby like to ejaculate on Mommy? I hope you can make more
cheese for Mommy, she hasn't tasted it yet."
My penis went limp to one side. Not ready to get erect again, but it bent excitedly.
Mom took off the bra and wrapped it around my shoulders and neck, then went from back to front. She
knelt down carefully, showing me nothing, and picked up her jacket.
"Mommy can't wait to taste baby's semen,"
she said, licking her lips. "Do you want to see your mother lick your semen, son?" she asked.
I mumbled a nod.
Mom scooped a little semen from her jacket and smeared it on her lips. I expected her to put her fingers
in her mouth, but she just smeared my semen all over her lips. Then she stuck out her tongue and
swished all the semen into her mouth.
Mom had to stand for a moment, gripping the edge of the table. I saw her legs trembling and guessed she had just had
a small orgasm. My penis twitched, but couldn't get hard again.
Mom stood in front of me with her back to me, turning her body and bending down to take off her shoes. Her firm buttocks
were raised, and I could see the yellow panties underneath. She had a problem with the straps, so
she turned around on the floor.
She had pulled her skirt up to her knees, and I could see the crotch of her legs. Her yellow panties looked
wet. Mom took off her shoes, tossing one into the living room, and began moving
her legs up and down. She lifted her skirt, revealing skin beneath the stockings, but still under her panties.
She swung and twirled, the garter belt and stockings slipping down. She kept moving
her ankles beneath the stockings, causing one stocking to fall to her foot and the other to her knee.
I groaned, my penis starting to harden.
"Baby likes it when Mommy takes off her stockings. Doesn't he?" she asked as Mommy began to pick up her stockings
. She stood up, put her legs on the chair, and began moving her stockings down towards my crotch.
She kept dragging them. She used her high heels, even the knife on the table, to move them over her body.
Her movements covered both legs, and then she began moving the knife over her inner thighs, cutting
herself. A drop of blood welled up, and for the same reason, her prostitute-like stockings caused my penis to quickly
swell again.
As I became aroused, Mom smiled and sat down in front of me. She spread her legs,
pressing the tips of her high heels against the crotch of her thighs. What Mom did sitting on the white tarpaulin-covered floor made my penis
hard as a rock again. Mom noticed my condition and smiled happily.
"Looks like baby's about to ejaculate for the second time. I hope this time he'll inform Mommy so she
can put the semen in his mouth. Does baby like Mommy playing with his little pussy? Does he want Mommy to put more of his shoes in
?"
Without waiting for my answer, Mom bent back and pulled down her panties. She bent forward and placed them over my
head. Her legs were positioned right through my eyes, and she covered my nose with her wet vulva. I
inhaled Mommy's scent deeply. When I looked up again, Mom was waiting for me. Seeing that I was paying attention to her again
, she began to rub her vulva up and down with the heels of her shoes. She gently pulled apart her labia with one hand and
inserted the treated heel of her shoe. Her toes moved above, and I think she was rubbing her clitoris
.
"Oh, yes… Mommy likes this. Mommy wants baby to lick her there. Mommy wants baby to lick her
… stroke her clitoris, oh yes… oh… ah…"
Mom continued rubbing herself with the heel and toes. Her orgasmic fluid sprayed all over the shoe and
left a puddle on the floor. Mom lay there, panting heavily, my penis hard
and trembling. After she calmed herself down, Mom slowly stood up.
"How unfair, Mommy deprived her son of the chance to taste her. Mommy is so naughty, isn't she?"
Mom removed the rag from my mouth and threw it away. She moved her shoe heel to my lips.
I eagerly sucked the fluid into my mouth with my tongue, licking all the fluid that gushed from her vagina.
"I want more." That was all I could say.
Mom smiled. "Baby likes to taste Mommy, doesn't he? Maybe because of your performance, he can get
more."
Mom looked down at my crotch, "But first I have to take care of it. If I want my son's penis
to be hard and erect, what should a mother do?"
Mom thought for a moment, then went to the kitchen cabinet. She took out a bottle of oil and placed it on the table.
Mom reached over her skirt and lifted one breast. "Baby, do you remember this?
Does my child remember sucking on Mommy's nipple?"
"Mommy likes you sucking on it. You know, when I feed you, Mommy plays with herself too. When your little
penis is erect, I suck on it too? Yes... Mommy and you have done it many times. Especially in the bathroom
, that's our special time..."
Mom started swaying her body again, and from my memory, I was led back to when I was a baby, Mommy licking
my penis, which I couldn't yet ejaculate.
Mommy raised her breasts and licked around the nipples with her lips. I had seen this scene in pictures before.
But I'd never seen it in a real situation before. Mom rushed forward and squatted down a little, balancing
her knees on my chair and presenting me with her other breast. In fact, she shoved it into my mouth, and I had no
choice but to suckle it. I sucked her breast as hard as I could, her ample, tender flesh filling my
mouth, and I could feel her nipple rubbing against my throat. I bit down, then pushed them
all out with my tongue, leaving only the nipple.
I sucked on it diligently, rubbing Mom's nipple with my teeth, dragging it in and out of my
mouth. I opened my eyes and saw Mom licking her other breast. She met my gaze. "Oh,
sweetheart. I remember you did this when you were only one year old. Oh, my baby. Don't stop."
I licked as eagerly as I could, but my penis hardened, reminding me to be careful. Mom
stopped when she saw me looking down.
“Oh baby, Mommy is sorry for her selfishness… Let me take good care of you down there.”
Mommy stood up, pulling her skirt up to her waist, her breasts drooping from her chest. She
turned to the table, picked up the oil bottle, and opened the cap. She poured the oil onto her chest, the oil flowing over her body,
dripping down and staining her skirt. Some splashed onto her legs, some onto the floor beside the table
. Mommy stepped over the oil on the floor and walked behind me.
I felt her smooth breasts pressing against my shoulders and neck. Mommy grabbed the back of the chair, her arms wrapped around me,
dragging her breasts against my chest. I tried to kiss them, but she immediately moved them away.
“Naughty boy… He can’t kiss Mommy directly until he fulfills his promise to her.”
Mommy knelt down, clamping my swollen penis between her breasts, looking up at me with a smile.
“I bet baby likes this,” I certainly did. I tried to arch my hips towards her, but she
moved her body back, grabbing my hard penis.
“No, you naughty boy. Mommy does all the work, and if you try to help me, then Mommy will leave
you until tomorrow morning. Understand, son?”
I nodded, trying to relax and enjoy what Mommy was doing for me, but it was really hard not to try to help her.
Mommy loosened her grip on my penis and slid it up and down. “As good as Mommy’s breasts, right?”
Mommy leaned forward and slid her breasts between my legs. She squeezed them together, turning the nipples to press against
my penis. It looked like it should hurt, but she seemed to like it. She started moving her breasts up and down rapidly
, trying to make me ejaculate quickly.
“Oh, baby, shoot into Mommy. Mommy wants you…she wants to taste your semen…” “Mommy, I came.” I had never called her that before, yet it 　　seemed most appropriate
for what was happening . 　　"Oh, right... call me Mommy... Mommy wants your semen." 　　"Oh, oh... Mommy!!" 　　My penis throbbed violently, and Mommy grabbed it, pulling it back and aiming it at her open mouth. My 　　white, sticky fluid shot onto her tongue. She missed the second ejaculation, and the semen landed on her cheek. Mommy 　　lowered her head and caught all the remaining semen, her mouth lightly touching my penis. I 　　ejaculated while Mommy swallowed. 　　After finishing, Mommy sat back down and put her fingers into her vagina. She had another orgasm, sitting on 　　the floor panting. My penis became soft again, and I had a strong urge to urinate. Mommy, with 　　enough experience with men, realized this. She took a bowl from the cupboard. 　　"I bet baby wants to pee now, right? Hurry up and pee, Mommy wants to do it too." 　　Mommy placed the bowl between my legs to help my penis aim. I relaxed and tried to urinate, 　　but nothing came out. "Is it difficult, baby? Mommy's going to count." 　　I shrugged and did my best as she started counting. Around fifty, I started to relax and 　　a little bit dripped out. I closed my eyes and strained, and soon I started to urinate normally. 　　I opened my eyes and saw Mom playing with her urine. Not on my penis, but on the rim of the bowl, letting 　　it splash onto her hands. I finally finished, and Mom caught the last drop and put the bowl on the floor. She 　　squatted down and started urinating, making a much louder sound than I did; I could tell she had done this many 　　times before. I kept watching her urinate. "I think it's the first time baby has seen Mommy do this... Maybe 　　Mommy and son will do it many times in the bathroom in the future... Does baby like it?" 　　"Um, of course... Mommy... baby likes it very much." It's hard to call myself baby, but 　　compared to the previous promise about the number of times we'd have sex, I can learn to use the word. 　　Mom finished and wiped herself clean with a towel. My penis was soft; I couldn't make it 　　ejaculate a third time. 　　Mom must have thought the same thing. "Is baby hungry? Does Mommy need to feed him?" 　　To give myself time to recover, I nodded. Mom dragged the table closer and closer. My chin 　　rested on the edge of the table, and then she pressed her entire weight on it to see if she could balance. I might be 　　a little dazed now, but I knew what I was about to eat. 　　Mom climbed onto the table, leaned back, and put her legs on my shoulders. My face 　　was facing her vulva. "Oh, baby... lick Mommy's pussy... put baby's tongue in where you came out 　　..." 　　Without her having to say it again, I started licking and sucking. I sucked my tongue as deep as possible into her cunt. 　　I used my lips to drag her labia in and out of my mouth, sucking them hard. She started to moan, 　　so I moved up and started licking her clitoris. I knew she was close to orgasm, so I moved away a little. 　　I moved my tongue around her thighs around her vulva, just brushing the edge of her cunt. 　　After teasing her like this for a while, my tongue gently glided over her labia again. My mother was going crazy, 　　but I kept teasing her. I spent three or four minutes moving around her labia, and then 　　spent the same amount of time just gently moving from the base of her vulva to her clitoris.

"Lick Mommy's clitoris!" Mom demanded.
I pinched her clitoris between my lips, pulled it into my mouth past my teeth, rubbed it back and forth, sucked
and released. I felt the impact of Mom's orgasm. My mouth was flooded with her juices.
Mom writhed and moaned, forcefully pressing her buttocks against my face. Clearly, I had no other choice.
I inserted my tongue deeply and rotated it. Mom moved back and forth, still squirting.
After a minute or two, she lay down and stopped.
After Mom rested for ten minutes, I still didn't get hard. Mom smiled and went into the pantry.
She brought back some carrots and grabbed an oil bottle. She stood against the wall, poured oil on a carrot,
and began to masturbate.
"If this doesn't make you hard, Mommy will go to bed and you can sleep in the chair."
Mom played with the carrot and poured oil on another one. She pushed one in and pulled it out, and I started to
get a little hard.
This erection was a little painful, but it still got hard. Mom's eyes lit up, and she bent
her knees, her back to me. Two carrots were inserted into her vagina, and Mom poured oil on a third one and inserted it into
her anus. She moved the three carrots around, telling me her baby could do the same, how much she wished it
was her baby's thing there.
When I was hard enough, she removed the carrots and straddled me. She roughly let my penis enter
her, riding me up and down. Her vagina was so wet, I felt a strong friction, and worried
I wouldn't be able to satisfy her.
Mom must have guessed, so she began to say, "Oh son…we'll never stop having sex. Mommy
and baby will do all sorts of sex…pee…anal…bondage. If baby wants Mommy to
have a little sister for her, she will do it. Mommy wants to have all sorts of perverted sex with baby. I bet baby wants
a dog…like this with Mommy…Mommy and the puppy, does baby like this?"
I knew it wasn't really what she wanted…or it wasn't her thought, but I felt my whole body
boiling. Mommy heard my murmurs.
"Oh, yes, baby... shoot it into Mommy, make Mommy pregnant. Mommy wants your son, we can
train him... we can manipulate him... oh... baby... manipulate Mommy..."
I let out a loud roar and ejaculated as Mommy's teeth bit my shoulder. I remember
ejaculating four or five times, then everything went black, and I passed out.
I woke up in a chair, free. I blinked a few times; the only light
came from the microwave, and green numbers showed the time was 3:30. I quickly looked around; the ropes were carefully
tucked away on the table, next to a small piece of paper:
Baby:
I've decided to keep these ropes. Mommy was naughty last night; she should be punished. Sleep well—
Mommy. I looked at the ropes and went back to the bedroom, planning what to do to "Mommy" when she was tied to the chair
.
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