[Mom's Domination]

My Mother's Domination

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I'm 23 years old and just graduated from university. I like a beautiful and somewhat wild girl named Susan, who
has a very strong desire to dominate. We don't get along very well, and I feel tonight might be our
last date.

I live with my mother; my father 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 mother planned a date, 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 no longer
hides me, 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.

This is the situation tonight. Or at least, hypothetically.

Susan came in at 8:30, swaying her shoulders as she carried 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 spend the night dressed like this in town.

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; we
always had about an hour of bland, rough sex, and then she would leave.

But tonight was different; her attire 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 ," 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, forcing my penis
between her lips into her mouth, and 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 me hard on the buttocks.

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 that you’ll never forget.”

I forgot the pain in my buttocks as my penis went limp again, 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 , 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
left.

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. But the harder I tried, the worse it seemed. 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; the unworn tarpaulin on the floor gleamed white.
The thought of her reaction made me want to jump up and dash across the floor, away from this place where she could easily find me. I also tried
to smash a chair; I’d smashed an old one last week. Mom would probably rather see my hand dislocated than
hurt by a chair.

I was still firmly strapped in, and worse, the car's headlights shone into the house from the garage door.
Mom had come 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 situation made me look at her with a gaze I had never shown before.
Until now , she was just Mom… always had and always would. But now, exposed to her in the worst possible way
, 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, only 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—naked and tied to the 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. Mother's chin was a soft, round shape, the curve
leading 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, Mother's beauty was easily apparent, 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 fell across the top of her left breast, its blackness contrasting sharply with her creamy skin.

Through the jacket, 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.

It seemed I had been staring at my mother for a long time, but in reality, it had 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 can 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, tied with a very thin strap. I felt a throbbing
in my penis, hoping she would get up quickly 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. Her thighs were revealed again, and I caught a glimpse of the top of her thighs.
The edge of her panties

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 were still fixed on my penis.

I started 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, Mommy's lips gently brushed against my ear. I groaned and
tugged at . 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 Mommy's words; 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! Anything you say!!!" "

Anything I say? I like that. In that case, 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 and got a clean rag to gag me
. "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 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 my chin, and I could see her breasts inside her bra.

Mom walked 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 hand into one of the cups and walked...
My back. Soft material touched my shoulders and neck, then my mother's lips.
The cool and the intense heat of her lips made my penis twitch and spasm. As my mother began to
trace patterns on my shoulders with her tongue, I began to struggle against the rope 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 bent excitedly.

My mother took off the bra and wrapped it around my shoulders and neck, then moved from behind to the front. She knelt down
carefully , not showing me anything, and picked up her jacket.

"Mommy can't wait to taste baby's semen."

She licked her lips with her tongue. "Do you want to see your mother lick your semen, son?" she asked.

I mumbled and nodded.

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 rolled
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 bottom covered by yellow panties. She had a problem with the straps,
so she stood on the floor and turned around.

She had pulled her skirt up to her knees, and I could see the crotch of her legs. The yellow panties
looked wet. Mom took off her shoes, threw one into the living room, and began to move
her legs up and down. She lifted her skirt to reveal the skin under the stockings, but still under her panties.

She swung and twirled, and the garter belt and stockings slipped down. She kept moving
her ankles, which were covered by stockings, so that one stocking fell to her feet and the other to her knees.

I groaned, and my penis began to harden.

"Baby likes it when Mommy takes off her stockings. Doesn't he?" she
asked . She stood up, put her legs on the chair, and began to move her stockings down towards my crotch.

She kept dragging them. She used her high heels, and even the knife on the table, to move them over her body.
Her movements covered both legs, and then she started moving the knife over her inner thighs, cutting
herself. A drop of blood gushed out, and for the same reason, her whore-like stockings made my penis
quickly harden again.

As I became aroused, Mommy smiled and sat down in front of me. She spread her legs and
pressed the tips of her high heels against the crotch of her legs. What Mommy did while sitting on the white tarpaulin-covered floor made my
penis hard as a rock again. Mommy noticed my condition and smiled happily.

"Looks like baby's about to ejaculate for the second time. I hope this time he'll let Mommy know so she
can put the semen in her mouth. Does baby like Mommy playing with his little pussy? Does he want Mommy to put more of his shoe
inside ?"

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 Mom'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 her heel. She used one hand to pull open her
labia and gently inserted the treated heel. Her toes moved above, and I think she was rubbing
her clitoris.

"Oh, yes... Mommy likes it like this. Mommy wants baby to lick her there. Mommy wants baby to lick her
... stroke her clitoris, oh yes... oh... ah..."

Mom continued to rub herself with her heel and toes. Her climax released a torrent of vaginal fluid that sprayed all over her shoes and
left a puddle on the floor. Mom lay there, panting heavily, my penis hard
and trembling. As she calmed herself, Mom slowly stood up.

"How unfair! Mommy deprived her son of the chance to taste her. Mommy's naughty, isn't she?"

Mom removed the rag from my mouth and tossed it aside. She moved her shoe heel near my lips.

I eagerly sucked the fluid into my mouth, licking every drop that had gushed from her vagina.

"I want more," was all I could say.

Mom smiled. "Baby likes to taste Mommy, doesn't he? Perhaps because of his 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 hard and erect, what methods should a mother use?"

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? Do
you remember sucked on Mommy's nipple?"

"Mommy loved it when you sucked on it. You know, when I fed you, Mommy played with herself too. When your little
penis got hard, I sucked on it too? Yes... Mommy and you did it many times. Especially in the bathroom
, that was our special time..."

Mommy started swaying her body again, and from my memory, I was led back to when I was a baby, Mommy licking
my penis before I could ejaculate.

Mommy raised her breasts, licking the nipples with her lips. I had seen this scene in pictures,
but never in real life. Mommy rushed forward and squatted down a little, balancing her knees on my chair
and showing me her other breast. In fact, she shoved it into my mouth, and I had no
choice but to suck on it. I sucked her breast into my mouth as hard as I could, her full, tender flesh filling my
mouth, and I could feel her nipple rubbing against my throat. I bit down, and then I used my tongue to...
They were all pushed out, leaving only the nipples.

I suckled at it, rubbing my mother's nipple with my teeth, dragging it in and out of my
mouth. I opened my eyes and saw my mother 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 was hard, reminding me to be careful. My mother
stopped when she saw me looking down.

"Oh baby, I'm sorry for her selfishness... let me take good care of you down there."

My mother stood up, pulling her skirt up to her waist, her two breasts hanging down 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 . My mother stepped on the oil on the floor and walked behind me.

I felt her smooth breasts pressing against my shoulders and neck. Mom gripped the back of the chair, her arms
wrapped , and pulled her breasts against my chest. I tried to kiss them, but she immediately pulled them away.

"Naughty boy...you can't kiss Mommy directly until you've fulfilled your promise to her."

Mom knelt down, clamping my swollen penis between her breasts, and looked up at me with a smile.

"I bet you like it," I said, and of course I did. I tried to arch my hips towards her, but she
leaned back, gripping my hard penis.

"No, you bad 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.

Mom loosened her grip on my penis and slid it up and down. "As good as Mommy's breasts, aren't they?"

Mom leaned forward, her breasts sliding between my legs. She squeezed them together, the nipples angled against
my penis. It looked like it should hurt, but she seemed to enjoy it. She began 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'm shooting." I had never called her that before, yet it
seemed .

"Oh, yes...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 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 with Mommy's swallowing sounds.

After Mommy finished, she 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 , realized this. She took a bowl from the cupboard.

"I bet you need to pee now, baby, right? Hurry up and pee, Mommy wants to too."

Mom placed the bowl between my legs to help align my penis. I relaxed and tried to pee,
but nothing came out. "Is it difficult, baby? Mommy's going to count."

I shrugged and did my best, and she started counting. Around fifty, I started to relax and
a little dripped out. I closed my eyes and strained, and soon I started to pee normally.

I opened my eyes and saw Mom playing with the pee. Not on my penis, but on the rim of the bowl, letting
the pee splash onto her hands. I finally finished peeing, and Mom caught the last drop and put the bowl on the floor. She
squatted down and started peeing, making a much louder sound than me; I could tell she had done this
many . I kept watching her pee. "I think this is the first time you've seen Mommy do this, baby...maybe
Mommy and son will do it many times in the bathroom in the future...do you like it, baby?"

"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 had sex, I can learn to use the word.

Mommy dried herself off with a towel after she finished. My penis was soft; I couldn't bring myself to ejaculate
a third time.

Mommy must have thought of the same thing. "Is baby hungry? Does Mommy need to feed him?"

To give myself time to recover, I nodded. Mommy dragged the table closer and closer. My chin
rested on the edge of the table, and then she put her whole weight on it to see if she was balanced. I might
be a little , but I knew what I was about to eat.

Mommy 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
..."

I didn't need her to say it again; I started licking and sucking. I sucked my tongue deep into her cunt.

I moved my lips in and out of her labia, 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 vulva and thighs, just brushing the edge of her cunt.
After teasing her like this for a while, my tongue gently glided over her labia again. Mom was going crazy,
but I kept teasing her. I spent three or four minutes moving around her labia, then
spent the same amount of time just gently moving from the base of her cunt 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, pressing her buttocks forward 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 flat and stopped.

After Mom rested for ten minutes, I still hadn't gotten hard. Mom smiled and went into the pantry.

She brought back some carrots and grabbed an oil bottle. She leaned against the wall, poured oil on one carrot,
and started masturbating with it.

"If this doesn't make you hard, Mommy will go to bed and you can sleep in the chair."

Mom fiddled with the carrot and poured oil on another one. She pushed one in and pulled one 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, turning her back to me. With two carrots inserted in her vagina, Mom poured oil on a third one and inserted it
into her anus. She moved the three carrots around, telling me that her baby could do the same, and how much she hoped it was her baby's thing
there .

When I got hard enough, she removed the carrots and straddled me. She roughly let my penis
enter her and rode me up and down. Her vagina was so wet that I felt a lot of friction and worried that
I wouldn't be able to satisfy her.

Mom must have guessed that, so she started talking. "Oh son...we'll never stop having sex.
Mommy and baby will have all sorts of sex...pee...anal...bondage. If baby wants Mommy
to have a little sister for her, she'll 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 grumbling.

"Oh, yes, baby...shoot into Mommy, make Mommy pregnant. Mommy wants baby's son, we
can train him...we can fuck him...oh...baby...fuck 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, and the only light came from
the microwave , the green numbers showing the time was 3:30. I glanced around quickly. The ropes were
carefully tucked away on the table, next to a slip of paper:

"Baby:

I've decided to keep these ropes. Mommy was very naughty last night; she deserves to be punished. Sleep well—
Mommy." I looked at the ropes and went back to the bedroom, mentally planning what to do to "Mommy" when she was tied to the chair
.

(The End)

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