Son's sex slave

I am 42 years old this year .
I have a daughter and a son. My son is 23 years old and my daughter is 20 years old. They study in another city all year round, so
it's just my son and me at home.

I am a quiet and virtuous woman. I am 164 cm tall, and although I am over 40, I maintain a very good figure. I have a large bust and a round, perky butt. When I go
out, many men stare at my breasts, but I don't mind; I like the feeling. I like wearing low-cut, tight-fitting silk clothes and
short skirts—the tight kind. This way, when I walk, my breasts move up and down, and my buttocks are firm. But for such a woman, my husband
is not home. Years of suppressed sexual desire cause me great pain.

I recently learned to use the internet and read a lot of articles on this topic, especially those about incest and sadomasochism, which felt so good. I guess I'm probably that kind of despicable woman,
enjoying being abused. I love my son; he's very strong. Every time he showers, he only wears his underwear, and that big thing in his underwear always makes me have impure thoughts
. But I'm his mother, and mothers have their dignity. I can't let my mind wander. I can only comfort myself with my hands and a drink bottle when no one's around
. But it still happened.

That evening, as usual, I showered and went online. I watched pornographic videos, and one showed a ping-pong ball placed inside my vagina, accompanied by soft moans
. White fluid was flowing from below, soaking a large area each time. I pressed the ping-pong ball with my fingers, waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I thrust harder and harder
, almost forgetting about my son in the other room. Unexpectedly, my son was standing in the doorway, looking at me with a cold smile. I panicked, not knowing
what to do. I was only wearing a red silk dress, my breasts completely bare, and my underwear pulled down to my knees. White
fluid was flowing from my vagina. Oh God, how could I be like this in front of my own son? I looked at him, my hand still inside my vagina. I thought my son might never speak to his mother again
, that he would hate her. What would he think seeing his mother so depraved? Oh God. What should I do? My son came over and removed my hand from my vagina. Then,
without saying anything, he simply said, "Get dressed and come to my room."

My son left, and I quickly got dressed. I didn't know what he wanted. I wore a white shirt and jeans. Feeling lost, I went to his room.
When I got to the door, I stood there, too afraid to move. My son loudly called me in. He looked at me, his eyes fixed on my chest. I didn't know what to do.
Could it be that my son wanted to…? I suddenly felt excited yet bewildered. Wasn't what I longed for day and night just to be with my son? But I was also his mother. How could I be
so despicable? I stood there quietly, head down. He said, "Mom, who told you to come here dressed like that?"

I said softly, "Mom was wrong, please punish me."

He said: "Son, you bastard, you still dare to call me son? Do you even have the right?"

"Then what should I call you?... "

"I have some clothes over there, you can put them on first."

I watched my son get dressed; he was wearing a blue outfit. My mind went blank. I walked over, but changing clothes in front of my son made me forget everything else
. I just wanted my son to fuck me. I didn't care about worldly things anymore. I was a lowly woman, no, a lowly bitch.
A woman even lower than a bitch. A woman who likes men to look at her breasts, who likes men to roughn her. Beneath my quiet exterior lies a lewd heart.

I took off my shirt, and most of my breasts, which had rolled down from my red bra, were exposed. "Take off your bra too, a cheap woman doesn't need that,
" my son said. I pretended to be unwilling, but secretly I just wanted to strip naked and let my son do whatever he wanted to me. My breasts
were now completely exposed to him. But he didn't touch them. He just looked at my pants. I took off my pants too. My underwear was also red, so thin it barely covered my pubic hair
. My son came over and casually touched my genitals. It felt so good; my genitals were wet again. I don't know why, but I always have so much fluid, it seems like it
can flow all day long. Suddenly, my son pulled down my underwear, revealing my vulva completely. My pubic hair was stained white by the fluid. I suddenly
felt a strange, shameless urge. My son pulled on my pubic hair, gently tugging at it, playing with it. He suddenly pulled out a few pubic hairs forcefully,
causing me to scream in pain. I quickly reached out and touched them.

I put on the clothes my son had prepared. Good heavens, what kind of clothes did he prepare? The top was too small, making my breasts look contorted and distorted.
Worst of all, it only had two buttons, and my breasts were practically bursting out. I tried to put on my underwear, but my son shoved it into my mouth. I knew
he didn't want me to wear underwear. I bent down to put on my pants, but as soon as I bent over, my breasts popped out. My son laughed loudly beside me, like he was watching an animal
performance. I got even more excited, and my genitals started to leak again. I ignored my breasts and put on the pants, but they were even more embarrassing. They were so small
I couldn't even zip them up properly; I could only pull them up halfway, with large patches of pubic hair showing. I clenched my stomach and forced them up. *Snap!* The pants ripped completely. My son seemed angry.
He grabbed my hair and slapped me hard twice. He then shoved the underwear back into my mouth. I was terrified and immediately knelt down, begging my son for mercy.
There was a mirror right in front of me, and my breasts were completely exposed, my mouth was stuffed with red panties, and my lower body was completely naked. My vagina was still
leaking fluid, which flowed down my inner thighs and onto the floor. My God, I was like this in front of my son.

The son said, "You bitch, I can spare you, but from now on you're no longer my mother. From now on you're my bitch, and I'll be your
master."

When I heard my son say that, I felt no shame, but rather joy. I had long wanted to be his bitch, to be at his mercy. I was born
this kind of woman. That was the happiness I needed. I said, "I promise you, I am a bitch, you are my master, and I will do whatever you say."

My son seemed uneasy. "How do I know if you're real or not? I'm going to do a test to see if you're real." I didn't know
what kind of test he wanted, so I just knelt on the ground waiting for his orders. He took off his pants, but didn't come towards me. He defecated on the ground.
Pointing at the excrement, he said, "Since you're my bitch, you eat my shit." Since I was his bitch, eating his shit was only right. I crawled
over and licked the shit with my tongue. It was sweet. I ate it in big mouthfuls. After I finished, my son smiled contentedly and wiped the shit off my face with my underwear. He
said, "From now on, this is your food, haha." My son grabbed my breasts and spat twice on my face. He made me kneel like that by his bed that night.

The next morning, my son gave me a work uniform, a light blue set. It was a size too small for me. The sleeves were cut off
, and the top two buttons were removed, so my breasts would easily pop out. The pants and skirt were incredibly short, barely covering my thick pubic hair when I wasn't moving. But
when I walked, it was easily visible. He also inserted two ping-pong balls into my vagina and the door key. My nipples were
tied with a rope and hung around my neck, forcing me to keep my head down and my back slightly bent, otherwise my breasts would pull on my clothes. My mouth wasn't idle either. A tongue
gag covered my tongue, covered in needle-like spikes, preventing me from closing it. Saliva flowed constantly,
down my neck to my stomach. My lower body was also constantly leaking fluid, down my thighs to my feet. I really don't know what I look like. I must look cheap, but I
like myself this way. He made me go grocery shopping. Good heavens, I'm going to go grocery shopping like that. That way everyone will know I'm a slut. They might even
fuck me in the street. But that only excites me more.

I was walking down the street. Men, women, even children were staring at me and laughing. Some bold men even came over and groped my breasts before laughing and walking away. I finally
reached the market. I wanted to buy two pounds of meat. The vendor, grinning, groped my breasts with his greasy hands while preparing the meat. He said
, "Young lady, the meat's weighed. What are you going to use to take it home? Why don't you take off your clothes and wrap it up in them?" My juices flowed again. Such vulgar
words always excite me. I couldn't help but say, "Okay." Then he came over and took off my clothes. My breasts were hanging around my neck with a rope. Everyone
gathered around to look. The women cursed, saying there was no such shameless woman in the world. Some even spat on me. The men groped me all over.
My breasts were hard and bright red from being touched. After about ten minutes, everyone left. The butcher, thankfully, had a conscience. He said, "It's not good for you to go home like this."

"Here'll give you some clothes." He handed me a plastic bag, put it over my head, and then over my breasts. But it was useless. Oh well, whatever. I
took the meat and left, but the butcher said I was so kind, so he gave me some meat for free. He stuffed a handful of meat into my mouth. Then, saying he was afraid it would fall off, he taped my
mouth shut. After that, I bought the rest of the groceries and headed back.

On my way home, my keys suddenly fell to the ground. A little boy, about 12 or 13 years old, picked them up for me, but he wouldn't give them to me. We walked to a
restroom, and I could only follow behind. Without the keys, I was doomed; my owner would definitely kill me. When we got to the restroom, the boy asked, "Do you want the keys?" I
couldn't speak, only nodding frantically. The boy said, "Okay, then play a game with me." I had no choice but to agree. He found a rope and tied it around my neck
. I was a little scared, not knowing what he was going to do. But being played with like this by a child also excited me. Then he pulled the rope up behind my back and tied my hands
. He simply took off my pants and told me to kneel down, which I obediently did. He then used the rope to tie my feet. Good heavens, what was he going to do?
I thought, how am I supposed to walk like this? After he finished tying me up, he came over and used his fingers to stimulate my genitals while removing the rope from my nipples from around my neck. He took a
piece of wood and forcefully inserted it into my vagina. Oh my god, my vagina felt like it was about to burst. Then he hung a rope on the wood, putting me
in a ridiculous position. My neck was forced back because of the rope, but the ropes hanging from my nipples were pulling on the stick in my vagina, forcing me to bend over.
He thrust the stick into my vagina forcefully. I ejaculated quickly, leaving a pool of semen on the floor. He finally had his fill and untied the rope, but he only did it
so I could walk back; he didn't actually make me feel good. He didn't even remove the stick, and I still couldn't straighten my back. He then tied the rope around my breasts
and bound my legs. And that's how I went home looking so pathetic.

【over】

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