1. Sparticus... A mother's demise


    Date: 3/16/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Nasty-mann, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    her cup of coffee… her heart thumping as she heard footsteps approach the kitchen. She could not look up to the advancing youth… what words could she say that justified her sinful behavior. ‘Last night… was … was great…’ Her son’s voice was shaky, also unsure of the reception he would be getting. Helen looked at her son and knew the words she should have said … but instead she lowered her eyes to look at the cup she held in her palms and in a voice that could barely be heard whispered… ‘It was… Dominus’ the immoral mother pulled in her tummy and held her breath knowing she had said the wrong words…and yet why did her vaginal muscles tighten and feel her clit throb. Alan was taken by surprise at his mother’s reply and felt that all his fears that raged through his mind during the sl**pless night were unfounded. sl**p did not come easy as he was either worrying about the consequences of forcing his mother’s head down onto his cock, or his fist was beating out yet another orgasm. Three times he had masturbated…with each fantasy progressing deeper into his depraved world of i****t and dominance. It had been less than forty minutes since he had spurted his latest seed into a pair of his elder s****r’s panties which was his current ‘cum sock’. Encouraged by the bombshell words his mother spoke Alan chose his words carefully… words that would tip the scales one way or the other. ‘I…I gave you an order which still has to be obeyed’ The bewildered woman looked at her son’s face for ...
    the first time since she had sucked him to orgasm last night with a quizzical expression. ‘Show… show me your cunt’ There… he had said it and was waiting for the tirade of words of derision ‘Alan???’ The flummoxed 44 year old was saved by the sound of her youngest c***d approaching the kitchen. Alan leaned forward and whispered in the shocked woman’s ear. ‘Slaves don’t wear panties. When I get home from school tonight you shall lift your skirt… depending on what I see will determine whether this ends today …or not’ ++++++++++++++++++++ Alan found it difficult not to drift into thoughts of last night… and what his mother would decide when he got home that afternoon. Of course it could go horribly wrong and his mother would come to her senses and shatter his hopes with all sorts of punishments … but his youthful exuberance dismissed them as he slipped into daydreams of actually realizing a fantasy and having sex with his mother… of making her his very own sex slave. By the time the bell had rang bringing his school day to an end he had imagined every scenario possible that might await him on his return home. Possibilities varied from his mother agreeing to become his sexual plaything… to him being cast from the f****y home as a pervert. The lustful youth had worked on argumentative reasoning should things not go his way… reasons that to a boy of his tender age sounded pretty valid so he felt confident as he strode home. Lost in his thoughts on his mother’s reaction to his parting ...
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