Wednesday, September 30, 2009

bus stop-(blowjob/suck cock-swallow)-part-1-of-1

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The Bus Stop

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I was returning home from spring break. Some friends, anxious to get back to the party they just left, hurriedly dropped me off at the bus station in the middle of northern New Jersey. I was a little drunk and stoned, and realized, after checking the posted bus schedule in the semi-darkness that I really screwed up. The bus wasn't due for another 2-hours.
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Not much to do here for the next 2-hours, I thought as I paced around in front of the building. I rounded the corner and was startled to find a man standing at the side of the building. I said, “Hello, are you waiting for the bus too?” To my relief, he spoke in a friendly tone, explaining that he made a mistake on the schedule too, and introduced himself as John. Despite his being polite, he was somewhat intimidating. Besides being much taller than me, he was very muscular and definitely from the other side of the tracks.
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We chatted for a while and then he asked me if I wanted to smoke a joint with him. I said, “Sure,” so we sat down on some crates and he fired one up. I felt much more comfortable now.
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After giggling and relaxing a bit he suddenly announced that pot made him very horny. He told me that when he was in jail he used to get this one guy stoned and then the guy would suck his cock for hours. This shocked and scared the hell out of me. I didn't know anyone who had ever been in jail, much less had another guy suck his cock. I was grateful for the darkness so that he didn’t see me blush at what he said.

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I was still thinking about what he’d just said when he stood up in front of me and casually started unzipping his jeans. He reached in and pulled out his cock and said, "Why don't you suck this for me?" When his cock popped up, I actually gasped. I was in complete shock. His cock wasn’t gigantic, but very big looking thanks to its thickness. And it wasn't even hard. My first thought was that I couldn't imagine anyone being able to get something that big in their mouth.

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I was still sitting on the crate with by back against the wall. I had nowhere to go and no time to think, so when he stepped closer I just closed my eyes and opened my mouth.
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The head of his cock grazed my lips and slipped into my mouth without any effort at all. It felt firm, but smooth and soft with a slightly pissy-taste. I was just as surprised to find myself exploring it with my tongue, swirling it around the head and the silky foreskin. Every little detail of his cock felt wonderful. As I caressed it with my tongue I could feel it get harder in my mouth, somehow encouraging my to do more and more. I could feel my mouth getting wetter and my own cock getting harder by the minute. I started to bob my head automatically, taking a little more of it into my mouth with each stroke. My lips wrapped around the shaft tenderly, wanting more of it, even though it was still getting harder as I sucked. The more it filled my mouth the better I felt; It excited me, calmed me, and fulfilled me all at the same time.
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I would never have guessed that sucking another man's cock would be like this! The more I gave in to pleasing it, the more pleasure it returned to me. With every moment it became more natural and effortless. After just a few minutes I was completely relaxed and able to take the whole shaft down my throat until my face was buried against his jeans. The feeling of going from having my lips gently hold the head of his cock to sliding it all the way down my open throat made me feel really good. I actually felt proud of being able to take it all!
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By now I had settled into a regular rhythm. All other thoughts, fears, and inhibitions left me. I felt as though I had surrendered myself to his cock. I felt sure that at that moment the only thing that mattered was pleasing, making my mouth the perfect place for it. It seemed to speak to me in a magical way; encouraging me, showing me how much I pleased it with it's ever growing hardness, comforting me and making me feel good about what I was doing. And the head of his cock felt perfect nestled in the back of my throat.
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I felt like I could have gone on forever like that, but suddenly he held my head in both his strong hands and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He explained that he wasn't in a hurry, and he wanted me to just look at his cock for a while. Well, I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was magnificent, standing out straight and strong, thick, very veiny, and dark- colored. His balls were thick, and hung well below the base of his cock. Foreskin draped beautifully over his juicy, roundest head. It was mouthwatering, glistening in the dim streetlight.

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He unfastened his belt and let his jeans fall. His cock seemed even more magnificent now. His balls were big and heavy, and I was dying to hold them in my hand. When he told me to touch him I quickly ran my fingers along the shaft, delighted to see it jump with pleasure. I ran my fingers down the sides of his balls but I just couldn't stand having his cock that close to my face and not having my mouth on it.

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Sliding off the crate and down on my knees in front of him, and started covering the underside of his shaft with kisses and little licks as I continued to play with his balls. His big heavy balls more than filled my hand, and I tenderly licked and kissed them too. I could feel his cock brush against my face; the heat and mass of it continually reminded me of how good it felt when it filled my mouth. I continued kissing it up and down both sides and rubbing my lips along its length. I loved doing this, but I was feeling an overwhelming desire to suck coming over me. So I licked up his seam once more, and put its head back in my mouth. I felt him tense up with pleasure, as I slowly lowered my mouth all the way to the base of his throbbing cock. I bobbed my mouth up and down a few times, and then did a lick up his seam again. I repeated this several times, and then I heard him taking deep, short breaths. Knowing that he was close to cumming, I cupped his balls with one hand, and speeded up my head bobbing. I couldn’t believe it; I was down on my knees in a dirty alley, sucking the cock of a total stranger. Two days prior, if you’d asked me if I would ever suck a cock, I would have said that you were crazy and that I wasn’t gay. Yet, here I was, sucking this cock as if my very life depended on it. And I was relishing in the excitement of it all.

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I positioned myself to take his load in my mouth, but he stopped me by putting a hand on top of my head. He started stroking his cock with the other hand so that the tip of it just barely brushed against my lips. Just 15-minutes ago he had to stick it in my mouth, now he had to hold me away. He teased me like this for what seemed like forever.
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Then he insisted that I tell him how bad I wanted to suck his cock. At first I choked on the words, but when I finally confessed out loud how badly I wanted his cock back in my mouth it helped me realize just how much I needed it. He called me a cocksucker over and over, the word stung as it echoed in my mind. He was right again, I thought. I was a cocksucker and I needed to please. He told me that he was going to fuck my mouth until he cummed, but he wanted me to promise him that I would swallow his whole load before he would let me suck him again. He told me that good cocksucker’s were always eager to swallow cum.
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This had all happened so fast I hadn't even thought about being able to make him cum with my mouth, but just like sucking cock, it seemed completely natural. Once I started thinking about it I couldn't get it out of my head and surprisingly, really did want to be a good cocksucker. I promised him out loud that I would swallow every drop, but at that point I would have promised him just about anything to get his glistening cock back in my mouth.
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Feeling the head of that cock part my lips, slide down my tongue, and stretch the back of my throat put me right back in a trance with the first stroke. I was thrilled by the way he just took complete control of me. I was reassured by the way he held my head in his hands. It helped me relax and hold my throat wide open for him. He started out really slow, with long deep strokes. I was totally focused on the feeling of his shaft sliding in and out of my throat and his balls slapping against my chin. His cock got harder and harder with every stroke and all I could do was hold it tightly with my lips and do the best I could with my tongue. I wanted so badly for my mouth to be perfect place for his cock. I didn't just want him to cum, I wanted him to cum because of the way I was a good cocksucker.
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In just a few more strokes I heard him moan as he pulled my head tightly against him. His hips bucked slightly and the swollen head of is cock nestled in the back of my throat. "Gawd damn, you can really suck cock! I'm gonna cum in a second." Then it happened. His whole cock twitched and his thighs moved back and forth in an uncontrollable fucking motion. "I'm gonna cum, here it comes. Oh gawd that's good." His cock jumped and I could feel a huge gush of his cum hit the back of my throat and flow into me. I hungrily gulped and kept sucking until it stopped cumming. That moment was glorious. I felt as if I had been more rewarded for all my efforts!
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I wanted to continue sucking, but he suddenly withdrew and flipped his cock in his jeans. I snapped out of my trance when he pointed out that the bus was coming. I was still in a bit of a daze as I stood up and called out, asking him if he was taking this bus. “No,” he laughed over his shoulder as he began walking away, “I came here to get my cock sucked.”
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I was still trembling with excitement when I got on the bus. It seemed like the whole thing was a dream, except for the salty taste of cum in my mouth. I liked being a cocksucker!

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The end…

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

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Sunday, September 27, 2009

sister-(b/s incest-oral-swallowing)-part-1 and 2-of-2_____incest is wrong

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Sister Sex

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I’m 40-years old, white male, educated and successful. I grew up in a very strict family, very religious, very controlling. I’m the second oldest of 5-children, I have a brother and 3-sisters. My parents were good people. They were a little wild when they grew up and didn’t want that for their children, so the way that they tried to control us was by not letting us go out. While all of my friends in junior high were out at the movies on a Friday night, I was stuck at home.

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My sister, Iris was 1-year older and a grade higher than me in school. Needless to say, with the 2-of us having to stay in every night, we were pretty close. In the summer and on weekends, my sister, Iris and I would hang out late at night, playing board games and watching TV, kid stuff. This was about the time Iris started blossoming as a woman. She’
d always been skinny as a child. Not what you would call undernourished, but until now I guess she looked like the proverbial fence post. During the last year she started to develop in many ways. Her breasts started to emerge along with the first signs of pubic hair at the top of her vaginal slit. She I gained a little weight, that is, at least by the time she was fourteen her elbows and knees no longer looked larger than the limbs they were joined to. Unknown to me, she also got her period.

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One night when I was in the 5th grade and Iris was in 6th, I fell asleep in her room. This had happened several times before, but this time while we were asleep, somehow we started cuddling. I remember waking up and finding my arms wrapped around my sister. I knew it was wrong, but I was so turned on, my cock, which had no hair on it, yet, was hard as a rock. I held onto my sister and real slowly pressed my cock harder into her. She was wearing a nighty and I could feel my package pressed in between her butt cheeks. I was scared she was going to wake up, get freaked out and then I would be in big trouble.

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I lay there for a while until I realized that Iris was awake. She was lying there acting like she was sleeping, but she was definitely awake. I pressed into her a little bit to test the waters, and she ever so slowly but firmly pressed back into me. We moved like this into each other for a few minutes, both of us still acting like we were sleeping. My sister acted like she was scratching her ass, and reached back and brushed her hand against my cock, still scared to actually grab it. My arms were around her so I started feeling of her breasts. They were just little nubs, but they felt so good.

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Finally, I got the nerve to roll Iris onto her back; I climbed on top of her and started to dry humping. As we moved quickly into each other, Iris’s legs were wide open and I could feel the bulge of her pussy as I ground against her. I tried to put my tongue in her mouth but Iris turned her head. I didn't cum and neither did she, but it felt so fucking good. We dry humped until 4 am, before finally falling asleep.

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After that, my sister and I dry humped every night but nothing more, no kissing or finger banging. I would rub Iris’s pussy through her underwear and she would rub my cock, but nothing more. School came and we had to limit ourselves to weekends that were not busy. There was no way I could sleep in her room every weekend night; my parents would have gotten suspicious. We hadn’t done anything in over a month, and then on Saturday night, I was finally able to stay in Iris’s room.

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It had been so long that we wanted each other so bad, that when we started to hungrily grope each other, Iris stuck her tongue in my mouth and we began to make out. Oh my god, it was so good, that I got excited and stripped off her panties. And for the first time in my life, I went down and started licking and sucking her pussy. Iris quickly started breathing louder and bucking her hips against my face. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. I was practically drinking it.

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When I realized how loud my sister was moaning, I was terrified that my parents would hear so I covered her mouth with my hand and made her quiet down. Then I went back to licking and sucking her pussy, fingering it, I could not get enough. It wasn’t long until I felt my sister’s legs trembling and shaking. And then as she began to moan again, I felt her squirt all over my face.

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I was so scared that I jumped and ran back to my room. I got there just in time to beat my mother who’d gotten up to see what was wrong with my sister. Iris told our mother that she must have had a bad dream.

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After things settled down and Mom was back to sleep, I heard my sister crawling across my bedroom floor. She got into bed with me and asked me to lick her where she pees. I licked and sucked her pussy all night and she must have cum at least 10-times or more.

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We were so excited about this new development that we couldn’t stay away from each other. Even on school nights we risked getting caught, sneaking down the hallway into each other’s rooms. After that, besides dry hump, Iris would suck my cock and I would eat her pussy. It was heaven.

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No matter what we did at night, we never discussed it with one another during the day, ever.

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Oral sex was as far as we went. When I’d try to put my cock in her pussy, Iris would tell me no. We did this all the way up until Iris was in 8th grade.

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When I was in the 7th grade, I couldn’t wait to taste Iris, to eat her pussy and to dry fuck her so I snuck into her room. By this time, I had hair on my cock and it was getting a lot bigger, my sister’s breasts
had developed to a somewhat small but very firm size with two perfect eraser type nipples surrounded by quarter sized aureole. By now when she sucked my cock I’d cum in her mouth and she would swallow every drop. We were doing our normal routine when out of the blue; I laid my sister on her back. As she watched, I put the head of my cock against her slit and started tracing her pussy lips with my hard cock. Then I inserted just the tip. I’d done this before, but had never gone any further.

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After tracing my sister’s pussy lips and inserting the head, I was slowly easing the head in and out of her pussy. Then suddenly Iris grabbed my face, pulled me down, and stuck her tongue in my mouth. She began to kiss me very tenderly and softly. Then she reached in between our bodies and grabbed my swollen, throbbing cock and began to guide it into her wet pussy. I couldn't believe it! As soon as I was in, I started to slide in and out very slowly, lowering myself onto her as her hips rose up to meet mine. We clumsily moved into one another. When our hips would meet, we would grind against one another so hard I was afraid that I’d hurt her. It was fucking unreal! I soon had a rhythm going as I pumped into my sister harder and faster. She got so excited that she began to moan and I had to cover her mouth with my palm. When she cummed, she bit into my hand so hard that she drew blood.

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After that, we could not get enough. I would rush home from school so that I could fuck Iris before my parents got home. My father was a lawyer and always worked late hours. Twice a week, our mother would work in dad’s law firm. It was on those 2-days that we’d rush home, sneak out to the pool-house and fuck. I liked it when we got together during the day because I could study her maturing body. When she turned sideways and back I carefully inspected every part of her I could see. At that age she wasn't a raving beauty but all in all she was no dog either. She was only about 5-foot 4, but her 105 lbs. was well distributed and she had nice long legs. When I ran my hands slowly around her breasts, she sucked in her already flat stomach. All in all, I was satisfied with the way she looked.

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As I admired her body, I would …

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Sister Sex

Part-2-of-2

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As I admired her body, I would run my fingers through her pubic hair. I liked the fact that it was so soft and thick as I rubbed back and forth touching her clit every now and then. I thought to myself as I rubbed, Iris may not have the biggest breasts in school, but I’ll bet she definitely had the prettiest crotch. Her hair grew in a perfect triangle. It didn't straggle above the hairline or down her thighs. It just started thick and grew the same all the way to her asshole.

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Then at night I would sneak in Iris’s room and fuck her again. We did this all the way through school. I had girlfriends and Iris had boyfriends. But since she wanted to be known as a good girl, she didn‘t fuck them. We lived in a small town and she knew it would get out if she did.

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I was perfectly content to have her all to myself, so I was secretly glad.

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We had so many close calls, that it’s a miracle that we never got caught or that Iris never got pregnant. There were a couple of times when we would get carried away and I cummed inside her. Then we would be all shook up until she got her period. Normally I would fuck her, pull out and either shoot it in her mouth or spray it all over her stomach or ass.

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On Sunday morning, I would sit in church, and look around thinking, ‘if these people only knew what I did with my sister last night.’ I could see the way men looked at my sister. She looked so innocent, but
what had started as a little tuft of pubic hair, had since blossomed into a perfect triangle of carpet thick hair that protruded a good three inches out from her flat abdomen and completely covered her vagina. So anyone doubting her maturity would think otherwise if they ever saw her bottomless. Even though Iris was a straight A student, a good girl, polite, well behaved and very respectful she had grown into a very lovely young lady. She now stood about 5-foot 7-inches tall with long blonde hair. Her figure was a beautiful hourglass shape with medium size breasts, a firm flat stomach from working out and a beautiful tight little butt. It used to make me laugh. None of these people had a clue about how horny that good girl really was. How she would ride my cock, her breasts shaking as she rode harder and harder. The look of pure ecstasy on her face as she rubbed her own breasts and massaged her clit while she rode up and down on my cock, cumming over and over. My friends would all confess to me how much they liked her, did I think they had a chance, blah, blah, blah. I would just laugh to myself.

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Than my sister graduated from high school and went off to college, leaving me at home alone. I’d been having abnormal amounts of sex for 5-years and then boom it was gone.

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When she came home for thanksgiving, I couldn’t wait to stick my cock in her. When she got home we could barely contain our excitement. When Iris saw me, she gave me a strong firm hug, but nothing overt, since our whole family was there. The waiting was torture, but finally Iris said that she wanted to visit friends and asked me if I wanted to go with her.

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We told our parents that we’d be back for dinner. We didn't even get down the street before my cock was out and Iris was sucking me off, I was so horney that I blew in her mouth in less than a minute. I took her to an apple orchard, parked way in the back, and pulled my sister out. Almost frantically, I laid her up against the trunk and buried my cock in her. We fucked for 2-hours non-stop, I blew 3 or 4-loads and my sister, who was insatiable cummed so many times that she lost count.

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Sated, we went home, had dinner, and then that night, I snuck back into her room and banged her out all night. She was home for 3-days and we must have fucked 30-plus times. We kept it like that my senior year, fucking on vacations. But the summer I graduated, Iris went to Europe, so we only fucked a couple of times.


I went to college in Southern California and my sister went to school on the East Coast so we rarely saw one another anymore. Iris of course, being as beautiful as she was had no shortage of boyfriends. We never spoke of what we had shared all of those years, and despite the fact that we had fucked each other over and over, we still stayed close and there was no awkwardness between us. When my sister was 25 she got married to a good guy. He has a good a career, she had kids and they have an awesome life. I didn’t get married until I was 31, but I now have children, a great wife, career etc.

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We hadn’t seen much of each other over the last ten years, and we’d kind of grown apart. Last month, my grandmother died. Iris called and asked me if I was taking my family to the funeral. I told her no, that we just had too much going on and that I would be going to Wisconsin alone. My sister said she that was going alone too. We flew together to WI, checked into our rooms. Our whole family was there. We all went out to dinner, visited cousins we hardly knew, you know the deal.

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That first night, alone in my room, Iris called and said that she couldn’t sleep. When she asked me if I wanted to come over, I of course told her that I would be right there. When I got to her room, my sister was in a see through nighty. Her hips were full; her stomach had a little pooch to it. Her breasts were heavy and they sagged, but she looked fucking delicious. My cock immediately got hard, hard like when I was 13. Without saying a word, I took my sister in my arms, our lips met and we started to kiss, slowly, my hands exploring her body, a body I had not touched in almost 20-years. I hungrily groped at her, pulling her nighty off as she pulled down my sweats.

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Grasping my cock, she took it in her mouth and started sucking it.

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When I rolled her on to her back and entered her, she wailed as if she was being stabbed. Suddenly she was fucking me like she hadn’t fucked in a year. She was so wet I could smell it. I could smell her wetness, and it smelled like when we were kids. When she cummed, it was like someone turned on a facet. She sprayed all over me, shrieking and wailing, the whole time. It was like old times. We fucked all night every night. We could not get enough of one another.

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We came home and didn’t talk for 2-weeks. Last Thursday, my sister called my office, asked if we could have lunch. At lunch, she told me that the best sex she’d ever had in her life was with me. She was horny, could not get enough. To my surprise she’d been cheating on her husband, but was still unsatisfied. She asked me if we could start fucking again on a regular basis. When I of course told her yes, she sucked my cock right there in my car.

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I was so happy. I just told my wife earlier this evening that I was going to meet my sister for dinner. Imagine being able to tell your wife that you’re going to meet your lover, who is your sister and she will never have a clue. She lives 30-minutes away. We met half way, got a motel room and I fucked her for 2-hours. It was awesome.

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I’m now sitting at home, thinking back to that first night when I first ground my young cock between Iris’s butt-cheeks. What if I hadn’t had the balls to do that? I probably would never have had the experiences that I had, and what a shame that would have been. I have never spoken of this to anyone. My sister told me that in college, she drunkenly told a friend of hers that she lost her virginity to her brother and that her friend looked at her as if she had sprouted an arm out of the top of her head. After that, she wisely kept it to herself.

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I don’t know why I felt the need to talk about this, but it has been awesome and liberating. I’m not in love with my sister, and she is not in love with me. Its just sex, but great fucking sex and I don’t ever want to give it or her up again. I know that everyone is going to think we are hillbillies, whatever, I could give a shit, and I bet this goes on a lot more than we know of.

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Sister sex ... Yes, its by far the best sex that I’ve ever had. My brother Bob and one of my other sisters, Cathy was always close. I've often wondered if they ever had a similar experience?

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The end…

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Saturday, September 26, 2009

incest

I found this on the inter-net and found it interesting..."Incest, age old, taboo, bizarre, unheard of, not talked about, illegal... Incest has been around forever. In fact, it was probably more common a few hundred or even thousand years ago. But, it's still there. Brothers still fuck their sisters and, despite that fact that it's socially unacceptable, it's far more common that most people think. A boy looks at his sister and thinks about her tight little panties, her tiny tits, and he wonders. A girl gazes at her brother, thinking about his hard cock, his purple knob and wanking creamy spunk. But incestuous relationships can also involve granny and uncle and nephew and niece, not to mention mommy and daddy. Incest, I love it."

my story----part-1-of-1__________humor

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This article is believed to be public property as no copyright is expressed and the original authors are unknown. To the best of my knowledge it is being freely distributed via the Internet. I wish to give full credit to those who created it, whomever they may be.

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This my story and I’m sticking to it

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Last December my family and I drove to Orlando for a weeklong vacation. The first day, we split up and headed to our respective theme parks/places of interest. My uncle and I decided to go to the Kennedy Space Center in nearby Cape Canaveral. At around 7 AM, after I took a shower and a particularly large and satisfying shit, we left the condo and began our journey. Since neither of us had eaten, we stopped at a gas station and got some snacks. My snack consisted of a large black coffee, a bag of beef jerky, and a cheese Danish of questionable age.

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We pulled into the Space Center parking lot just as I polished off the last of the jerky. We bought our tickets, put film in our cameras, and began our look around. Around mid-afternoon, I began to feel a slight pressure in my lower gut. Convinced that my morning dump had cleaned me out thoroughly, I chalked it up to gas, or possibly a lone turdlet that was somehow denied its freedom. I ignored it, and onward we went. After a lot of walking and picture taking, my uncle and I both conceded that we were damn tired, and headed back to our suite.

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During the drive back my innards, cramping terribly, began to perform The Brown Concerto. As a classical music fan, I could tell this song was in the key of BM Major, and its final movement was fast approaching. I released a few boiling-hot farts, and suddenly the van smelled like a walk-in humidor filled with sun-ripened corpses and boiled eggs. Discharging this foul gas brought immediate relief, however, and caused the cramps to cease completely. By the time we got back to our suite, my gut was seemingly back to normal, so instead of heading straight to the toilet, I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

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A few hours later I woke up and fixed myself a small dinner, the previous happenings in my stomach long forgotten. Having nothing to do, and with nothing to watch on TV, my uncle and I grew bored and decided to go driving around the city. We were right by Epcot Center when I felt a huge fart coming on. I announced its arrival: "Uh-oh -- this one’s gonna reek!" I proudly grunted as I raised a cheek and let 'er rip.

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Uh-oh, indeed … almost as soon as the fart came to fruition, I could tell that disaster had struck. I felt warm liquid shit seep out of my tightly clenched butt-cheeks and spread all over my man-crack. As the gravity of my situation sank in, I loudly exclaimed, "Oh shit! I shit myself!" My uncle looked at me with an expression of horror, and then began to laugh uncontrollably. He laughed for quite a while as we hastily made our way back to the suite.
Throughout the drive back, I balanced precariously on my hands and feet in a crab-like posture, so as to keep my oozing butt up in the air. Since the minivan was rented, I was trying my damnedest to prevent the passenger seat from being soiled with my rank ass-juice. After a while, my muscles began to tire and I knew that I was gonna have to sit down soon. Fortunately, I had the foresight to quickly grab a plastic grocery bag from the floor and put it on the seat seconds before I collapsed.

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The feeling was heinous. All of the poop that had collected in my jockeys was suddenly forced fore and aft of my slimy crevice. I cringed as it oozed up my crack, making its way almost to my lower back. The worst feeling, however, was the liquid-shit that now covered my ballsack, my scrotum, up until this point an innocent bystander content to observe the carnage from his nearby perch, was now absolutely inundated with dookie.

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I wallowed in my filth for a few endless miles until we finally pulled into the condo complex. I don't think the car was even completely stopped before I opened the door and took off. Not wanting to wait for the elevator and risk being seen or smelled, I ran and waddled up 3-flights of stairs like an all-pro running back with a groin injury. After fumbling a bit with the key, I opened the door and headed right for the throne room. I quickly stripped naked, and as I dropped my jeans and my drawers, a puddle of the yellowiest, most foul-smelling diarrhea I have ever seen greeted me. It was like my asshole tried to bake me a pineapple upside-down cake, but forgot to turn on the oven.

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Needless to say, my undies were trashed. I threw them in the wastebasket and tied the bag tightly. I turned on the shower and climbed in to give myself a much-needed cleaning, using up the whole bar of complimentary soap on my filthy, reeking ass and groin. Slowly but surely I soaped and lathered my crotch, asshole, and buttocks to their former state of pristine cleanliness.

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As I dried off, relieved that my ordeal was over, I laughed quietly to myself about what had happened. But as I stood there buffing my crevice with the towel, a wave of cramps took me by surprise, and I doubled over in agony. Quickly I made my way to the toilet, and as soon as I sat down my pucker spewed out yet another helping of searing-hot yellow shit. I figured that the rest of it just needed to come out, and as I wiped off my semi-sore starfish, I felt completely confident that my woes were coming to an end. However, sitting on the couch a few minutes later, I was overwhelmed yet again by deadly, painful contractions.

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I dutifully ran to the shitter and repeated the aforementioned purging process, trying to convince myself that I had the situation under control. But after five more of these trips in roughly a 30-minute time span, my poor sphincter was throwing in the towel, slapping the canvas, and begging for mercy. I felt like I'd been repeatedly sodomized with a turpentine-soaked pinecone. Limping each time to the bathroom, I was Rocky Balboa preparing for another round with an invincible and disgusting opponent. But while my corporeal self submitted to the anal agony of each shitting session, my spirit remained strong. I returned again and again to the toilet, trying in vain to delay the inevitable torrent of shit that would pour forth and scorch my irritated sphincter. It got to the point where I couldn't even wipe anymore -- in one instance, I remember splashing water on my asshole to clean it, but stopping immediately because it felt like hot acid. If I had squatted down and put a mirror to my nether-regions, I am sure my bunghole would have been bubbling and sizzling like bacon in a frying pan.

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In total, I must have made around 12-trips to the bathroom until someone (my mom or my aunt) brought me some Imodium. I returned to the toilet for 2-more agonizing shits before the larger-than-normal dosage kicked in. For the rest of the evening, and most of the next day, I was forced to walk slowly and slightly bowlegged as my poor asshole began the long and painful road to recovery.

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For the rest of the trip my bowel movements were solid, although I cautiously avoided squeezing out any more farts unless I was within the privacy of my suite.

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Friday, September 25, 2009

sucks-(adult book store-blowjobs-swallowing-anal)-part-1-of-1

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This Job Sucks

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You've heard it a million times before. "I'm not gay, I like girls but for some reason I want to suck a cock." That's me. I think women are beautiful. I like everything about them: their shaped, the way they move, the musical way they laugh, their smell, their taste, the funny little noises they make when they orgasm, everything about them. I'm attracted to women, not men. I don't find men attractive at all but for some reason I’m obsessed with cock and cum. I have incredible fantasies about being a cum slut, a dirty, cum loving whore. I watch videos of groups of men cumming all over some woman's face and all I can think is ‘you lucky little bitch.’ I also want to be fucked. There is something so incredible about the thought of just lying down and getting fucked. I tell ya, women are so lucky. But I'm not gay... honest.
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I didn't think anything would come of this because I don't meet many people and would be too shy to try and hook up with someone from a singles site or anything. But things got interesting when I applied for a job at a gay adult book and video store. I was thinking it would be a position for a sales clerk or something of that sort, so I show up for the interview just like I would for any other. When I met the owner, he led me to the back of the shop, through a door marked ‘employees only’ into a dimly lit corridor, and then though another door into a small booth. The only thing of note in the booth was a small stool, and 6-round holes cut into 3-of the four walls. I knew instantly what those holes were and my jaw dropped in surprise.
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"Here we are,” said the owner, “This is where you'll be working.”
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"You mean... " I stammered. "You want me to be a... a glory hole attendant?"
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"Yes, that's what you're here for isn't it?"
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"Actually,” I answered, “I thought I was applying for a clerks position or something."
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"Oh sorry, you should talk to Carl, my partner then. He handles that side of thing. I'm in charge of the back room here, so when you made an appointment with me I assumed… " Then he kinda trailed off.
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"Well never mind," I said, beginning to calm down from my initial shock. "Is there a clerks position open?"
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"Yes."
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"And how much does it pay, if you don't mind my asking?"
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"$8.50 an hour."
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"And how much does this job pay?" I said, gesturing to the what I knew to be fuck and suck holes.
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"$25 an hour plus tips."
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"Plus tips, eh," I murmured as I nodded thoughtfully. Not really considering it but wanting to seem interested to be polite.
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"Yeah but I should warn you, you'll be very busy. We get a lot of business Thursday Friday Saturday s. and since we give away a coupon for a free session with every purchase over $100, almost all of the customers come back here.”
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"Really?" I mused, my mind suddenly reeling at the thought of a ‘session’ in the booth. I pondered for a second or 2-more and then surprised myself by saying, said "Alright I'm in."

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And that was it. I had no idea why I'd agreed to the job. It was like some other person took over and accepted without consulting me. That and the $25-an hour plus tips, I suppose.
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Well, cut to the chase. Thursday night I'm seated in the booth, nervously waiting and wondering what I'd gotten myself into. I'd been in there about 10 or 15-minutes when my first client arrived and announced his presence by slipping his cock through glory hole number one. I took one look at it and all my misgivings melted away. I quickly slid off my stool and down on my knees in front of it just like the horny little cocksucker I now realized that I was. The first thing that I noticed was his musky man smell. For a second or 2-I just stared at the stranger’s cock. It was uncut and about 6-inches long and about half hard. I touched my lips to the head and when I opened my mouth it slipped right in. as it got rock hard, I heard a moan of pleasure from the other side of the wall. The feeling of that warm cock slipping into my hot, welcoming mouth was indescribable. It was hard, but yielding. It felt very smooth and warm in my mouth. I could feel it throb and twitch as I worked it into the back of my throat. Eagerly I started to suck hard, really working it. My head bobbed back and forth as I worked the guy’s cock in and out of my mouth. The guy started to buck his hips, fucking my face. My mouth quickly filled with saliva so I paused long enough to spit. I couldn’t believe how incredible his cock looked, all wet and glistening with my saliva. I quickly took it back and continued to pump it.

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I was making such loud lewd sucking sounds that they must have been able to hear it out in the hall because another dick sprang into view in glory hole number two. I didn't pause in my sucking but fumbled for it with my hand and jacked it while I finished sucking the first one.

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God, I couldn't believe I was really doing this. I also couldn't believe how much I was enjoying it or how it was making me feel. I felt so fucking dirty kneeling there with an anonymous stranger’s cock in my mouth, another in my hand and the prospect of many more to come as the night wore on.
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Amidst these thoughts I continued to suck vigorously. I was amazed at the amount of suction my mouth was capable of making. My cheeks were collapsed and sucked in. there was an incredible pressure on the cock in my mouth, drawing it into the back of my throat so much that it was almost an effort to pull my head back. Now and again I would pull back too far and it would come out with a loud "Pop." But I quickly took it back in and worked it some more. I don't know how long I worked that cock but after a while I had to stop just to gulp in a few breathes of air. When I leaned back forward to continue sucking, the first squirt of cum spewed out and hit me on the lips. I quickly opened my mouth and took the rest of the guy’s huge load on my tongue. When he was done I slurped it back into my mouth and continued to furiously suck. Now I had a mouthful of cum as well as cock. The cock and cum filled my mouth completely. I was delirious, almost drunk with the feeling, the taste and the smell. It felt so smooth and warm.

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I opened my mouth to take a quick breathe of air and cum mixed with spit spewed out and ran down my chin. There was one final moan from beyond the wall and the cock was unceremoniously pulled out of my mouth and disappeared through the hole. I knelt there for a second, gasping for air, feeling disappointed that my prize had been taken away, then I suddenly remembered the other cock in my hand. As I turned to look at it I discovered that all the other glory holes in my booth were filled. Five cocks in all were waiting for me.
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I eagerly moved on to glory hole number two. This cock was bigger and longer than the first. It jutted through the hole like the limb of a tree. Bending down, I opened wide and took it in. Incredibly it seemed to get even bigger in my mouth. I could barely manage it. I sucked as best I could as I worked my mouth up and down his stiff shaft. After an almost painful sounding moan the guy started pumping his hips. Caught up in the excitement, I started working my head up and down so hard and fast that my nose was banging against the wall.

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I sucked him all the way out, still marveling at my awesome suction, then bobbed my head forward again taking it back in so deep that the swollen head was bumping against the back of my throat. I continued to grind my head forward, choking myself on the massive cock. I felt him throb and grow inside my mouth and knew my anonymous lover was getting ready to cum. I couldn’t wait to have this luscious cock spewing cum down my throat, so I picked up the pace, sucking even harder and deeper. I felt the guy thrust his hip against the other side of the wall and then the first spasm hit and buckets of cum suddenly filling my mouth. As a gush of thick, steamy cum hit the back of my throat, I swallowed quickly but not fast enough. When the second shot of cum filled my mouth, it leaked out of the corners and oozed down my chin. After a few seconds of this and I felt overwhelmed. I panicked at the thought of having to pull back and losing this fine cock but then my throat opened, seemingly of it's own accord and I felt the cum go slipping down my throat in thick, slippery wads. I milked the enormous cock for about 30-seconds before it too was withdrawn.
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I hurriedly moved on to the other waiting cocks and with 10-minutes had milked each and everyone of them dry. The last one was removed and for the first time tonight I found myself alone and cock-less. I knelt there for a minute or 2, breathing heavily, licking cum from my chin and wondering when the next cock would appear. I didn't have to wait long. Number 2-appeared again in all it's glory, hard again and ready for action. As I moved over and took it in my hand, a sudden and overwhelming urge came over me. I wanted that cock... in my ass.

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Without hesitation I dropped my pants and maneuvered my bare ass hole to the hole. The guy must have heard what I was doing because he withdrew his cock, and for a second I thought I'd scared him away. I positioned myself so my butt was flat up against the hole and waited. Seconds later I almost screamed as that incredible, huge, thick member thrust through the wall and stabbed mercilessly into my waiting un-lubed hole. Unbelievable sensations of pleasure exploded inside me as the huge cock plunged deep inside my ass. Tossing my head back, I let out a long, throaty moan. My head swam with ecstasy, as the cock was withdrawn slightly then thrust back in me. . Again and again it was plunged in and out as he the stranger pounded me faster and faster. Franticly, I pressed myself tightly against the wall, wanting nothing to come between that delicious cock and me. As the tempo mounted I began to beg to be fucked harder.
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"Fuck me!" I begged, "Fuck me harder, please!"
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I was rewarded almost instantly as the fucking became a wild, furious hammering. I could hear the guy's body crashing against the wall as his hips pounded me. I too pumped my body back and forth to increase the feeling... the incredible feeling of getting fucked. Then it dawned on me, like a bolt out of the blue, I was getting fucked. Some guy I didn't even know was using my ass, using me like a whore and oh god I was loving it.
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I was almost sobbing with pleasure as the monstrous cock reamed me. I continued to moan and beg for more and my moaning soon turned into a chant, a mantra of pleading. Pleading for cock...
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"Fuck me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me."
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Just when I thought things couldn't get any better, a cock appeared in glory hole three, of the wall that I was facing. The room was small enough, that bent over like I was I could easily reach it with my mouth. So I quickly moved my head closer and hungrily gobbled it up. When my lips closed around it and I felt the head bump the back of my throat, I thought that I was in heaven. With a massive cock plowing in and out of my ass and another pumping in and out of my mouth, I couldn't imagine a more magical, but wonderfully nasty feeling. Sloppily and hungrily, I sucked away. Wanting to suck as much of it as I could into my eager mouth. I was getting pounded mercilessly from behind and face fucked too. I was delirious.

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I locked my mouth on the hot, quivering throbbing cock and let loose with a thunderous earth shaking orgasm. I wasn't even touching myself. I let out a loud moan and then it seemed like my whole body was cumming as I shook uncontrollably while tremors passed through my body.

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When I heard him gasp and the cock in my mouth pull back a little, I thought I'd hurt him somehow. Still wanting my mouth, my throat and my belly to be full of beautiful hot cum, I followed his cock back towards the hole. Then I fell his shaft swell up as he shoved the head back down into my throat. His cock spasmed and exploded, shooting what seemed like a gallon of warm salty cum into my mouth. , I swear I almost didn't feel the first shot because his cock was so deep in my mouth. It must've emptied right into my throat. But for the second and succeeding shots his cock head just inside my lips, so his next blast sprayed the inside of my mouth with his salty and sticky juices. I didn't have time to consider the taste before he shot again. Instinctively, my throat opened and I swallowed back as much as I could. Suddenly he pulled back from me just as another full load burst from his cock, this time hitting my forehead. The next shot hit my cheek and then the last shot hit my chin. As his cum oozed down my face, I licked around the edges of his cock head, cleaning up the last remaining blobs of cum before this cock disappeared back through the hole.

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In my excitement my ass clamped shut around number two’s cock, pushing him over the edge as well. I couldn't feel any cum because I already had most of it from his previous load but the cock thrust and jabbed and spasmed inside me.

Totally spent, I collapsed to the floor, I was vaguely aware of number two’s cock, glistening wet and trailing cum slithering away slowly back though the glory hole. I was sorry to see him go, but I could barely move. I lay there, exhausted, shaking and feeling seriously fucked and used and still, unbelievably, incredibly turned on. Usually when I cum I come down completely, but this time I was still hot and ready for more. So soon after when more cocks began to appear, I crawled to my knees and let the whole, blissful experience continue.

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The end…

Thursday, September 24, 2009

training mom-(m/s incest-s&m/b&d-blowjobs-swallowing-spankings)-part-1 thur-7-of-7

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Training Mom

Part-1-of-7

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The divorce had been finalized the previous week and we had just finished moving our things into the new house. Mom and I had decided that we needed to get as far away from dad as we could. So we used the money she'd gotten from the settlement to buy a house in another state. My dad, Dr. Jim Lang, is one of the best heart surgeons in the United States. Which means that he has one of the highest salaries of anyone in his field.
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So, obviously, the settlement Mom got from him was more than enough for us to live on for quite a while. Mom was even able to do what she'd always dreamed of doing since she was a kid. Mom loves animals and she's always dreamed of owning her own farm. So, with the money the courts made dad give us, she bought a hundred acres of farmland in a small town in Kentucky. The huge barn had seen better days, but that could be fixed with a little hard work. But the house was my favorite part of the whole package.
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I don't know much about houses, so I couldn't begin to guess what style it was. It had three floors, a huge porch that wrapped all the way around the house, an enormous basement, and a very spacious two-car garage. The garage seemed to be a recent addition because I could tell that the house had been around for at least a hundred years. It was completely white except for the black shutters and roof.
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The people who sold us the farm didn't throw in any animals to go with it, so Mom had to do a lot of calling around to find someone who'd sell us what we needed. Which means that it was left to me to make sure that the house got cleaned, all the boxes got unpacked, and everything was put away. I even had to fix dinner because Mom spent most of the day out of the house.
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She'd already found a really good job working as an assistant at the local doctor's office. Mom had been a registered nurse at the hospital my dad worked at before the divorce. That's where she'd first met and fell in love with my dad all those years ago. I came along a couple of years after they got married. They seemed so happy when I was growing up.
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But that was before Mom found out dad had been cheating on her with every young nurse that walked into that hospital. It seemed to be a sport for him. The moment he learned there would be a new nurse coming to work there, he'd do everything in his power to seduce them. From what I'd heard, he'd slept with every single nurse who'd worked there for the last ten years.
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You'd think that he'd have slipped up at some point. You know, accidentally calling out the wrong name while they fucked or forgetting he had some woman's lipstick on his collar. But he was very careful to not leave any signs of his misdeeds where Mom could find them.
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However, he didn't count on his latest conquest having a big mouth. The stupid bitch actually bragged about fucking my dad in front of my Mom. Well, that was the last thing she bragged about for quite a while. The moment the words were out of her mouth, Mom knocked her out with a wicked right cross. From what I heard Mom tell her sister, the woman ended up with a broken jaw and had been forced to eat through a straw for several months.
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My Mom is one lady that you should never make mad. She may not look very strong, but I've seen her knock even my dad on his ass after he pissed her off. And dad isn't a small man by any means. He stands 6-foot 4, weighs about 265 lbs., and is solid muscle. My dad loves to work out and his body is a living testament to that fact. He even had a personal gym built in his basement so he wouldn't have to drive to the one in town every time he wanted to work out.
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But that's all behind us now. We're far away from him and I hope we never see or hear from him again. I never could understand why he felt the need to cheat on Mom. I mean, Mom is one of the most ravishing creatures I've ever laid my eyes on. She's 5-foot 8, weighs 135 lbs., and has 36C breasts. She has curves in all the right places and her body doesn't show the slightest hint of sagging.
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At 36-years old, Mom has the body that most women would die for. If I didn't already know how old she was, I would've guessed that she was about 10- years younger than she actually was. If I'd been dad, I'd have stayed home as much as possible and fucked Mom every chance I got. I'd have treated her like a queen and shown her just how sexy I really think she is.
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In fact, if I weren’t her 18-year-old son, I'd show her all the things I'd love to do to her. She'd never want for anything as long as I lived. I'd do my best to keep her completely satisfied in all ways. I'd fulfill all of her sexual fantasies and be the most loving partner she's ever had. She'd never think of my dad or what he did to her ever again.
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I can't count the times that I've lain awake at night listening to them having sex. Even though I couldn't see exactly how they were doing it, I still imagined what it looked like when they fucked each other. And from what they said to each other during sex, I had a hunch that my suspicions were correct. I could just picture Mom on her hands and knees with dad's cock buried to the hilt in her pussy.
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His hand would be entwined in her hair and her head would be pulled back as he pounded his huge cock in and out of her dripping pussy. Her breasts would bounce with every hard thrust as she pushed back to get even more of him inside her. He would call her all sorts of names while he fucked her and would make her beg him for more. Their last time together will always be ingrained in my memory, as it was the most exciting one of all. Well, the most exciting one for me that is.
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I had just come home from my date with the head cheerleader and was about to take a shower when I heard them in their bedroom. So, with a wicked grin on my face, I snuck into my room and stripped out of my clothes. Hearing Mom and dad fucking always turned me on and I couldn't resist stroking my cock while listening to them. Plus, with the fact that my date didn't let me fuck her tonight, I couldn't help imagining myself in there instead of dad.
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I was shocked at first that I could have those thoughts about my own mother. Then I figured that all boys probably develop an attraction to his mother. I suppose that guys are naturally attracted to their mother from birth. She is the first person that a guy bonds with because she was the one to nurture him. She feeds him either by bottle or breast and she changes him when he craps in his diaper and she warms him and cools him. It’s also natural that he is jealous of anyone that comes between her and him. So, I figured, as long as no one found out, it wouldn't be wrong to picture myself fucking her. Besides I'd never really do that with someone I was related to. After all, having any type of sex with your family is wrong as well as being highly illegal. So, pushing the thoughts of how wrong it was out of my mind, I pressed my ear to the wall separating our two bedrooms and listened.
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"Yeah, that's it, slut. Ride my long, hard cock with your tight little pussy. You love having my thick cock in your horny pussy, don't you, bitch?" Dad growled, as the wet sounds of their bodies slapping against each other drifted into my ears.

"Yes! Oh, gawd, yes! I love your hard cock fucking me, master. Please, fuck me like the bitch I am. Make my pussy cum on your long, thick shaft." Mom begged, in between full-throated moans of pleasure.
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"Mmmm! Yeah, I'm gonna make you cum for me, whore! You're my bitch, Sally! Aren't you? Say it, slut. Tell me what you are. Now!"
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Mom grunted with pleasure and I knew that she was struggling not to cum from what dad was saying to her. I'd never heard of anyone talking like that while having sex, but Mom seemed to love every bit of it. I guess this type of perversion runs in our family because it also had my cock harder than it had ever been before. I would have been shocked at this, but I was so excited that the only thing that I cared about was cumming while listening to them.
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I slid my hand up and down faster and faster as I felt my balls slowly drawing up tight against my shaft. My breathing was coming fast and hard, but I quickly got it under control so I could hear everything that went on in their bedroom. Mom must not have answered quickly enough because the next thing I heard was the sound of a slap. I imagined that dad had just swatted her sexy butt and that thought turned me on even more. I was close to cumming, but I wanted to hold off just a little longer to make it more enjoyable.
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"What are you, Sally? Tell me now or I'll stop fucking you right this instant." He scolded her, swatting her butt again. "Tell me, you whore!"
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"Oh, gawd, master! I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch and I love it! Please, may I cum for you, master?" she wailed as screams of pleasure ranging in my ears.
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"That's my good little bitch. Your pussy belongs to me and no one else. Understood? I own every part of this whore's body and will use it as I see fit."
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"Yessss! Nnnngh! Mmmm! It's your pussy, master! I'm your whore! My body is yours to use as you see fit! Pleeeeasssssee, may I cum?"
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"Yes, whore! Cum for me! Now! Cum for your master!"
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Mom's screams seemed to fill the room as she cummed on his hard cock. Her throaty purrs of delight were all I needed to fall into the dark depths of sexual completion, with a loud scream of pleasure, I cummed harder than I’d ever cummed before in my life. Long, thick ropes of my creamy cum erupted from my throbbing cock as I continued to slide my hand up and down at a feverish pace.
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Through the fog that seemed to have descended on my brain, I could hear them still going at it. I was almost completely drained of strength after such a powerful orgasm, but I had enough left to press my ear to the wall again. I was thankful that they hadn't heard the sounds of my orgasm. If they had, I wouldn't have been able to listen to the rest of their encounter.
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I could hear a loud slurping sound coming through the wall now. I grinned because I knew that Mom was on her knees sucking dad's cock. I closed my eyes and imagined what she looked like on her knees with a large cock in her warm, wet mouth. However, in my imagination, it wasn't dad's cock she was sucking.
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As if I were standing outside my body, I watched as Mom slid her soft lips up and down the throbbing shaft of my cock. Her eyes were dancing with pleasure as she looked up to see how my other self was enjoying her ministrations. I followed her gaze and saw that my second self was no more than a ghostly image in my imagination, but that he still had a look of extreme pleasure on his face. This picture in my mind had me so aroused that I started stroking my cock once again.
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"Mmmm. I love sucking your cock after it's been in my horny pussy, master. It tastes even better when it's covered in my juices. Mmmm." Mom said, in a breathy voice.
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"You suck my cock so very well, slut. Your talented mouth always manages to make it rock hard. Mmmm, oh yeah, suck it bitch. Suck your master's cock with that slutty mouth. Make it hard again so I can fuck that hot little ass of yours. You do so love having a hard, thick cock up your tight ass. Don't you, slut?" Dad replied, moaning with every breath.
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"Oh, gawd. Yes, master. I love having a hard cock up my ass. Especially your cock, master. It feels so good in my slutty ass. It stretches me and fills me so wonderfully. Please, fuck my ass with your big cock."
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"Oh, yeah. I'm gonna fuck that ass so good. Get on your back, slut. Prepare to have your ass fucked by the cock you love so much."
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I licked my lips slowly as this newest development in their encounter flashed across my imagination. I pictured myself giving Mom the order to get on her back and her scrambling around on the bed to get in position. No sooner had my dream self started pushing his hard cock into her tight ass than I heard an approving grunt from the next room. It was as if my parents had synchronized their movements to coincide with my dream.
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I shuddered in pleasure as I kept my eyes closed tightly. I didn't want to lose what my imagination was now showing me. The wonderful image of my mother with her knees pressed against her breasts and myself hovering over her as I pounded my thick cock into her tightly ass over and over again. The sound of my balls bouncing off of her sexy upturned ass and the full-throated cries of pleasure that erupted from between her soft, pink lips.
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Training Mom

Part-2-of-7

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I knew that it was really my dad fucking my Mom, but it still felt like I was the one in there making her cum over and over again. It felt like I was the one calling her all sorts of dirty names and slamming my cock into her as fast and as hard as I could. I almost started believing that I was the one grunting in pleasure as she fucked herself on my thickness.
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In fact, the dream I had about my mother and myself felt so real that it pushed me over the edge and to an orgasm. The continued stroking had brought me to the edge, but the images in my mind and the sounds coming from their bedroom was the final push I needed to fall into delightful, sexual oblivion. I was unable to stop the loud moan of pleasure that escaped my slightly parted lips. Once again, thick, copious streams of creamy come flowed from the end of my pulsating cock.
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As I leaned against the wall and tried to regain my strength, I realized that things had gotten awfully quiet in their room. My eyes widened in shock as I realized that they must have heard me. My legs were weak from my orgasm, but I struggled valiantly to make my way to the bathroom. I had barely sat down on the toilet before I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
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"Jimmy, are you in there?" Mom's voice called softly through the closed door.
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I swallowed nervously and considered just ignoring her. But I knew that wouldn't work because she's not the type of person to walk away when she gets ignored. She'd just stay there and would keep calling out to me until I answered the door. So, I cleared my throat nervously and tried to answer her.
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"I-I'm in the bathroom, Mom. What's up?"
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"Come out here. I need to talk to you."
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"Uh, I'd love to, Mom, but I'm not wearing any clothes." I replied, feeling my heart pounding hard in my chest.
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"Get out here right now, young man!" she growled. "I mean it!"
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Well, that it's, then. She knew I'd been listening and she was pissed. I'd been hoping that she'd want to talk calmly about this. But my reluctance to come out of the bathroom must have pushed her over the edge. I swallowed nervously once again and slowly walked to the door. I didn't want to open the door because my cock was still fully hard, but I knew better than to disobey her when she was this angry.
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So, staring at my feet, I slid the door open and walked across the room to stand before her. I heard a small gasp and looked up quickly. What I saw completely blew me away. My Mom was staring at my hard cock with lust in her eyes. As I stood there looking at her, her small, pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips and her right hand gently brushed the side of her firm breast.
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I could hardly believe what I was seeing. my own mother was turned on by looking at my body. Maybe it was because she'd just had sex and her body was still recovering from being highly aroused. I nodded to myself as this thought entered my mind and I felt my heartbeat return to a semi-normal pace. Noticing that Mom was still staring, enthralled by my throbbing cock, I softly cleared my throat to get her attention.
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"Yes. Um. We, um, need to talk, Jimmy," she stuttered, tearing her eyes away from my hard cock and up to my eyes. "I know that you were listening to your father and me having sex a few minutes ago. That was very wrong of you, son. You shouldn't be listening to other people having sex."
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"Yes, Mom. I know, but..." I replied, but she kept talking as if she hadn't heard me.
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"Its beyond rude, Jimmy, its deviant behavior that we just can’t and won't stand for. Your father and I have reputations that could be seriously damaged if anyone else found out what you were just doing. Our reputations are one of the most important requirements for us to adequately perform our duties at the hospital. Do you understand, son?"
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"Yes, Mom. I'm very sorry and it'll never happen again. I promise." I said, lowering my eyes to the floor once again.
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"I know, baby." She replied, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Your father is highly upset by this. If he hears that you've done it again, he'll be the one talking to you. And you know what that means."
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I swallowed a nervously when I heard these words. My father wasn't much of a talker when it came to discipline. If he'd be doing the ‘talking’ next time, I'd be in for a rough time. His ‘talking’ would amount to him literally kicking my ass from one end of the house to the other.
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My dad didn't get angry often, but when he did he was a force to be reckoned with. His semi-religious aunt and uncle, who believed that a physical confrontation was the best way to teach morality, had raised him. Yet, interestingly enough, they didn't see anything wrong with fucking like rabbits every single day of their lives. Go figure.
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As I looked up at my Mom, I saw that she was smiling. She knew, just by the look in my eyes that she'd gotten her point across. She ruffled my hair playfully and told me to get dressed. I nodded and she turned to leave the room. I began picking up my clothes, but hesitated slightly when I noticed her gazing at me once again. I looked in the mirror and could see the lust burning behind her beautiful brown eyes.
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She must have realized that I was watching her because her eyes darted to the mirror and locked on mine. The Moment they met, it was as if all of my resistances had fallen away. I dropped my clothes and walked quickly toward her. I knew what I wanted to do now. I had to show her that I wanted her right now.
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She looked like a deer frozen in the headlights of an oncoming automobile, as I grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the bedroom door. Pressing my body fully against hers, I leaned forward to lock my lips against her soft, pink ones. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my pulsating cock and it was amazing just how good it felt.
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But, just as my lips touched hers, she turned her face to the side. Her heart was beating hard against my chest and her mouth worked soundlessly as she tried to talk. I kept my mouth close to hers because I knew it would arouse her even more. I knew what she was going to say and I even agreed with her. But my mind was offline and my body was in control and for the moment.
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"J-Jim-my. W-we c-can't do this. What about y-your f-father?"
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"Shut up. You know you want this. I saw the way you were looking at me, Mom. You're dad's bitch. Right? Well, not anymore. Understood? I want you and I will have you. One way or another, mother I'm going to have you."
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"Oh, gawd. You heard that, Jimmy? Oh, gawd. How can you say this? I'm your mother. You shouldn't be saying things like that to me."
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When I felt her unconsciously grinding her pussy against my cock as she spoke, it only made me more confident in what I was doing to her. I knew, without a doubt, that she wanted to be taken by her own son. She was just as deviant as she claimed that I was and no amount of arguing would convince me otherwise. So, with that in mind, I grabbed her hair tightly and pressed my cock even harder against her pussy. Her almost inaudible moan of pleasure was music to my ears.
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"Yes, I heard that moan, bitch. I can say this because I know you want and need to be owned by a strong man. If what I'm doing is as wrong as you claim, then why are you grinding your pussy against my cock? Why'd you just moan when I pressed harder against your horny little pussy? Why, mother?"
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"Oh, gawd, Jimmy. I don't know. It feels so wrong, but gawd it feels good. I know I shouldn't, but I love what you're doing to me. You're right, baby. I do need and want to be owned by a strong man. I thought your father would be enough to satisfy my needs. Jimmy, but I was wrong. You're the strong man I need. Does that make me a bad person?" she whimpered, as her body quivered with need.

"Yes, it makes you a bad person. But don't let that bother you, mother. I love that you're a bad person. I'm going to make you love your deviance as much as I do." I replied, as I stepped back and threw her onto my bed. "When I'm through with you, you'll be proud to call yourself my bitch. But I'm not going to be making you my bitch just yet. I don't know enough about what you and dad are into to be a good master for you. Is that the right word? Master? Until then, you'll remain at my father's side like a good wife and slut. Understood?"

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"Y-yes, Jimmy. I understand. But are you sure you don't want to feel my mouth on your hard cock? I can see how much it needs to be sucked right now. I'm really good at it, Jimmy. I promise. And master is the right word for it, by the way."
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"No, bitch. You're not going to suck my cock today, perhaps soon, but not just yet. I'll tell you when you're going to serve me. Now, get your ass out of my room before dad gets suspicious."
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She nodded silently and rose gracefully to her feet. My nostrils flared slightly as I detected the scent of her overheated pussy. She straightened her robe and started to give her pussy a squeeze. But, after looking at me, she dropped her hand to her side and left the room without another word or another backward glance.

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The events of that day happened more than 3-years ago. I can't tell you how hard it was to keep from fucking my mother while she was still married to my father. But, even though I'd stopped caring about committing incest, I had no intentions of having sex with a married woman.
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Besides, if dad had found out, we wouldn't have gotten anything in the settlement and we'd probably be in jail right now. I know it's wrong, but the moment I found out the divorce was finalized, I silently thanked the hands of fate. Now I could do whatever I chose with her and I'm sure she realized this too. Actually I know she realized it because when she told me about the divorce, she winked at me and licked her lips in a most sexual way.
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But I still wouldn't allow anything to happen between us. I knew that dad would have told someone to keep an eye on Mom for the first few months of the divorce. He'd want to make sure that she hadn't also been cheating on him while they'd been married. I know it seems stupid, but my dad would assume that if she had any boyfriends in those first few months, those men would be the ones she'd cheated on him with.
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So, while I waited for the right moment, I did a lot of research online. I read as much as I could on the subject of domination and submission because I wanted to be the best possible master my Mom had ever had. I had no idea of how much information there'd be on this subject. The sheer volume of information that I found, both from reading websites and from talking with other people involved in this lifestyle, was enough to make my head spin. But, I figured, the more knowledgeable I became on this subject, the better I'd be when it came to dominating my mother.
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Of course, I couldn't devote as much time to learning about this new lifestyle as I wanted to. Things like school, going to the gym, and doing homework kept getting in my way. Having to wade through all of the websites that don't really have a clue about domination and submission was also time-consuming, but it was necessary to go through them if I really wanted to know all that I could.
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But, now that I've graduated from high school, the time for her to become mine is fast approaching. Dad had finally stopped checking up on Mom's activities. He had a new girlfriend and, between his work at the hospital and his devotion to her, he had no time to worry about what Mom was doing.
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We'd hoped that he wouldn't be able to get in touch with us, but someone in the family had given him our phone number. So I had to put up with weekly phone calls from him and he kept asking me to move in with him and Tiffany. As it turned out, Tiffany happened to be the woman that had her jaw broken by my Mom.
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I told them both that I had no intentions of ever moving away from my new home. I also told them that Mom needed all the help she could get to keep the farm running smoothly. After explaining this to them several times, they finally gave up and wished us good luck.
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Training Mom

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There was just one thing left to do before I took the last step into a life of being my mother's master. I'd read something, during my research on dominance and submission, about people in the lifestyle having their own personal dungeon. Not one of those medieval torture chambers like you read about in books. No, this would be more like a playroom. It would be filled with all sorts of sexual devices that only serve to enhance the pleasures found in domination and submission.
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Thankfully, Mom had allowed me to have the entire basement for my own uses. She asked me what I planned to do with it, but I told her it was a secret. She probably just assumed it would be another home gym like my father had built in our old house.
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But I decided to turn it into our own little dungeon. Thanks to some of the people I'd met online, I now had several addresses for websites that supplied all the ‘toys’ anyone could ever want or need in this lifestyle. Most of them were really tacky, but there were several that'd be more than adequate for what I had planned. Some of them even had real-live shops for people who didn't like ordering things online. I just hoped I could get the dungeon completely set up without Mom finding out about it.
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A few days later, I found my chance to really work on it when Mom told me that she had to go out of town for a couple of weeks. Mom's brother had become really ill and she needed to fly out to Houston to help my aunt take care of him. I offered to go with her to help, but she said there wasn't really anything I could do and that I'd only get in the way. So I drove her to the airport the next day and told her not to worry about me. I told her I was plenty old enough to take care of myself, so she should just focus on helping Uncle Ted get better.
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Once the plane had taken off, I hurried home and got the addresses to the shops I wanted to visit. Since the divorce, Mom had given me a healthy allowance, most of which I'd been saving. I now I had more than enough to get everything I needed. As I thought about all the things I had planned for her, my heart began to beat rapidly in my chest and my cock got as hard as a rock.
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However, I had more trouble than I expected finding the first shop on my list. The address I'd been given was apparently wrong because there was no shop at the specified addresses. Even asking nearby storeowners didn't help. No one seemed to have even known that there was a shop like that in town. I'd almost given up hope and was considered moving to the next shop on the list, when someone came to my rescue.
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As I walked along the street, someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me into a dark alley. They were very strong, whoever they were, because I couldn't break their grip. Before I could do anything else, they quickly whispered an address in my ear. Then they released me and ran as fast as they could away from me. Apparently, they'd been one of the people at the shops I'd visited, but didn't want anyone to know who they were or what they were interested in. That was fine with me because now I had the address I wanted. It didn't matter who they were as long as I could move forward with my plans.
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Thirty minutes later, I was in the shop and was pleasantly surprised with what I'd found. The shop was designed to resemble a 13th century torture chamber. Even the building itself resembled an English castle from that same time period. Along with the toys I wanted, there were displays of every kind of torture device you could think of and even some you couldn't. The store clerks had even gotten into the spirit of things. They were all dressed like slaves.
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They wore simple peasant clothing that barely covered their ample cleavage. They were all very beautiful and seemed to be in great physical condition. It was apparent the shop owner had hired them strictly for how they looked. What better way to entice people to come to your shop again and again than to have scantily clad women working for you?
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After a long talk with the owner, he agreed to have everything I wanted delivered to my home within the next few days. He even agreed to call a contractor for me to have the room remodeled to better serve my needs. The cost was pretty high, but was more than worth it in my opinion. I could hardly wait to see what the new dungeon would look like.

By the next day, the contractor was on the job. Several days later, the room was completely finished and it was everything I'd hoped it would be. There were several shelves along the walls that held various toys of many shapes and sizes. There were vibrators, blindfolds, paddles, nipple clamps, and several other toys that I was very interested in trying on my Mom. There were also more than enough supplies to keep them in perfect working order.
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In the middle of the room were a large padded table and an equally well-padded pommel horse. The table had eyelets built into the sides that would keep Mom secured to it while I drove her to the edge of desire as often as I chose. The pommel horse had no eyelets, but the legs were adequately positioned so that a person could be comfortably tied to them.
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The concrete floor was sanded as smooth as possible and additional eyelets had also been installed to allow me even more chances to bind my mother. The walls had been covered in a soft, thick carpet to help deaden any sound. Even though there was no one around to hear us, I still thought the sound buffers were a nice addition. I'd also had the contractor section off the part of the room closest to the stairs so that I could turn it into a second bedroom for us. I licked my lips in anticipation as I, once again, thought about all the things I had planned for Mom.
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As I stood in the basement and surveyed my new dungeon, I realized my cock was hard again. I didn't want to let this one go to waste, so I walked over and sat down in a recliner that I'd brought in. I wanted to be as comfortable as possible when I got tired and needed somewhere to sit down and while I relaxed. I'd even bought a large, cushiony pillow for Mom to kneel on when she wasn't serving me.
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I opened my robe slowly and wrapped my hand around my hard, thick cock. Arousal had made my skin so sensitive that I gasped in pleasure at my touch. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair as I slowly slid my hand up and down my swollen member. The feeling of the head sliding through the tight tunnel my fist made was exquisite. My hips lifted uncontrollably and my moans slowly filled the room as I sought an orgasm.
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I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my life so it was hard not to cum too soon. I writhed with desire as I struggled valiantly to hold back the tidal wave of emotions threatening to break through the dam of my control. A sudden gasp from behind me made me jump and I quickly looked around to see who it was, but I was too far-gone to stop my hand from continuing its fevered motions.
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The sight of my mother standing there watching me masturbate was enough to send me over the edge and into the abyss of sexual completion. I groaned loudly and closed my eyes tightly as I exploded into an orgasm. I continued to stroke my cock as long, thick ropes of creamy cum erupted from the end of my throbbing cock. Before I'd recovered, my mother rushed to kneel by my side and licked up every drop of cum she could find.
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I loved the feel of her soft tongue gliding over my long, hard cock. But I had to regain control of the situation before I allowed things to get out of hand. I had a specific plan for how I wanted things to progress and allowing her to do whatever she wanted to me wasn't one of them. With that in mind, I grabbed her hair tightly and pushed her away. As I looked down at her, I could see the desire and need in her eyes. I could also see she was a little hurt at being pushed away. I hated to see her hurting, so I rushed to reassure her.
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"It's okay, slut. I'm not mad at you, I just needed to stop you before things went too far." I said.
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"Slut? Jimmy, how dare you talk to me like that? I'm your mother!" she snapped.
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I laughed softly at her words and leaned forward slowly. Before she could stop me, I grabbed her hair tightly again and pulled her head back. I looked deep into her eyes as she struggled to get free. But all of her struggles were in vain because I was much stronger than she was.
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"Stop struggling bitch. You're not going to get free until I'm ready to release you. Understood? Besides how can you complain after what you were just doing to me?"

"J-Jimmy? What's gotten into you? Why are you treating me this way?" she wailed, obviously trying to ignore the fact that she'd just been licking my cock.
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"Have you forgotten our talk already, mother? Don't you remember when you caught me listening to you and dad fucking all those years ago? Did you forget how I made you realize that you wanted me to take control of your slut body and how I told you that one day I'd make you my bitch?"
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"What? Oh, yes, I remember now. I'd thought you'd forgotten about it or else you'd decided you didn't really want me." She replied, lowering her eyes to the floor. "I'd given up on having you as a master a long time ago, Jimmy. Until this moment, I'd resigned myself to never having the chance to have sex with you. But, when I saw you sitting there and stroking your cock, my body just seemed to take control of me. I had to get my lips on that beautiful cock of yours before I lost the chance again."
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I smiled softly as her tear-filled eyes lifted to look into my own and I could see that she was ashamed of herself. I could also see that the time was right to make her mine. Without another word, I grabbed one of her breasts and roughly fondled it as I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. She squeaked in surprise at the suddenness of my actions, but she couldn't bring herself to resist what I was doing to her.
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She moaned softly as the kiss deepened even further and I could feel her nipple harden in my strong hand. She tried to move closer to me, but I growled a warning and she quickly settled back upon her knees. Her body quivered with desire as I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes yet again. I grinned as her legs opened and closed slowly and I knew she was trying to suppress her desires before she lost control. I also knew a sudden shock would help calm her down, so I leaned closer to her to distract her.
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I acted like I was going to kiss her, then suddenly ripped open her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. She gasped in surprise and tried to cover herself, but I pushed her hands away. I looked hungrily at her large beautiful breasts and imagined sliding my cock between those soft, sexy mounds. I grinned as she blushed hotly and lowered her eyes to the floor again.
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"You have very beautiful breasts slut. You should be proud of them."
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"T-Thank you, J-Jimmy."
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"No, slut. You'll call me sir until I tell you differently. You're training as my slave has now begun. After I've decided you've been trained enough, I'll ask you if you're ready to submit to me. When you've done that, you'll be allowed to call me master. Understood?" I corrected her.
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"Yes, sir," she replied. "I'm just not used to having someone looking at me the way you are. It's been so long that I'd almost forgotten what it was like."
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"I understand, bitch. You'll get used to it again. Now, stand up and strip for me."
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Her eyes darted up quickly and she bit her lip as she looked into my unrelenting gaze. She knew she had to comply, but somehow she couldn't bring herself to do it. Perhaps she was still trying to deny that she had feelings for her own son. Whatever the reason, I knew I had to punish her to show her what her proper place now was.
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I still held her hair in my hand, so I growled deeply and pulled her roughly across my lap. I didn't give her a chance to protest as I lifted her skirt, pushed her panties aside, and plunged two fingers deep into her tight pussy. She struggled to get free as I fucked her fast and hard with my long, thin fingers. I loved the way her sexy ass wiggled on my lap and the way my cock hardened with her movements.
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Training Mom

Part-4-of-7

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It took only moments for her to stop struggling and for her moans to fill the room. Unable to stop herself, she pushed back with every deep thrust of my fingers and her breath came hard in her throat as I used her for my pleasure. But this was supposed to be punishment, so I only brought her to the edge of orgasm. I wouldn't allow her to cum until I was ready for it.
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When I felt my attentions had her within seconds of cumming, I pulled my fingers out and swatted …smack… her ass hard. She cried out in surprise and tried to cover her ass with her hands. But I pulled her head back and growled in her ear.
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"Keep those hands on the floor bitch. You need to realize who's in control here and I think a good sound spanking is the perfect way to teach you. When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it without hesitation. Understood?"

"Yes, I understand, sir. I'm s-sorry." She answered, whimpering softly and placing her hands back on the floor.

"It's okay, little one. It's been a long time since you've had proper control in your life. But now I'm here to fill that void and you'll quickly relearn what you've forgotten." I told her, caressing her upturned ass tenderly.

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

I smiled with appreciation and released my grip on her hair. I knew she understood her place now and that she wouldn't try to get away again. She'd accept any punishment I felt she deserved and she'd learn how to use that punishment to help herself grow as my slave. However she still deserved a little more punishment for trying to stop me earlier.

I pressed a hand to the small of her back to hold her in place, and then lifted my other hand …smack… to resume my spanking. I brought my large hand down …smack… upon her rounded ass over …smack… and over again. She tried not to cry …smack… out, but my repeated swats …smack… forced several whimpers to …smack… escape her soft, pink lips. When her ass …smack… had become a soft pink color, …smack… I stopped and allowed her …smack… to relax.
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While she rested, I opened a drawer in the table next to the chair and pulled out a small tube of lotion. I knew it would help relieve some of the pain she was now feeling. It would also help her skin recover from the abuse it had just received. And, since I had much more planned for her tonight, I wanted her to heal as quickly as possible.
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I squirted some onto my palm, and then rubbed my hands together to warm the lotion. I was very gentle as I worked the lotion into her small, round ass. It looked so delicious lying across my lap that I wanted nothing more, at that moment, than to bury my face in it and make her cum as my tongue pushed deep inside her hot pussy. But I contented myself with making sure to get enough lotion onto her tender ass.
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She moaned softly as I tended to her and I thought, at first, that I'd hurt her more than I intended to. But, then, I noticed that her pussy was dripping wet and that she was slowly grinding her clit against my leg. I grinned wickedly because I realized that my touch was turning her on.
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"Are you enjoying yourself, little one?" I asked as my fingertip danced lightly up her spine. She shivered with pleasure and slowly lifted her head to look at me. She seemed unable to control herself as her hips continued their slow movements.
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"Mmmm. Yes, sir. I'm so turned on right now. I loved the feel of your strong hands caressing my ass." she replied, her eyelids fluttering as I traced intricate patterns on her back.
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"I'm glad, slut. Do you realize yet who's in control here?"
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Her eyes snapped open and she looked fearfully up at me. I could see her mind working as she tried to figure out what she'd done wrong this time. She swallowed slowly a few seconds later and answered hesitantly, "Y-you are, s-sir."
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"Are you sure?" I asked, lifting an eyebrow.
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"Yes, sir. I'm positive that you're in control here."
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I nodded at her words, and then placed my hand firmly on the small of her back. Her eyes widened as she realized her hips were still moving against my leg. She quickly stopped her movements and her lip quivered as she awaited my response.
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I chuckled softly and eased my hand between her legs as pushed 2-fingers slowly into her pussy. She gasped softly at the intrusion, and spread her legs a little as a low, throaty moan escaped her lips. I felt her pussy rhythmically gripping and releasing my fingers as they made their way deeper inside her. It felt like my fingers were wrapped in a hot, tight, silken glove and I grinned as my cock twitched in envious desire.
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I pulled my fingers out just as slowly causing her body to quiver with the delicious feelings that they aroused in her. I continued the slow rhythmic thrusts as my other hand slid under her and caressed her throbbing clit. Her breath came in short, quick gasps with every deep thrust of my fingers. I could tell she was very close to orgasm, so I quickened my pace slightly to push her over the edge. Moments before she erupted, I whispered clearly to her, "Cum for me, little one. Now."
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She threw her head back and groaned loudly as she cummed explosively on my fingers. My cock throbbed excitedly and I bit my lip hard to stop myself from cumming with her. I wanted to save my orgasm for when I finally fucked this hot little bitch. My erratic breathing was a match for her own and it took us several minutes to regain our composure.
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"Mmmm. Thank you for allowing me to cum, sir," she whispered softly. "You don't know how much I've missed it. I haven't had an orgasm like that, or any at all, for several months. I’d planned to start dating again, now that your father has stopped keeping an eye on me, but I don't think that'll be necessary now."
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Then with a wicked grin, she looked up at me. As her soft brown eyes roamed sensually over my body, I saw her lick her lips hungrily. When her eyes returned to my own, I nodded and licked my lips as well. Her eyes grew wide once again and her radiant smile nearly blinded me.
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"Yes, slut. I don't think you'll be doing any dating for a long time. Between your work in town, the work we have to do on the farm, and serving me, you won't have any time for dating." I told her, pulling her up to a sitting position on my lap. "Now, get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow."
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"Yes sir.”

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With a contented sigh, she snuggled deeper into my embrace and closed her eyes. She was asleep within minutes. As I looked down at her, I thought she looked just like an angel. Her hair framed her face like a halo making her even more beautiful. Even though she was asleep, a contented smile still framed her soft lips. I yawned softly and closed my eyes. Tomorrow would, indeed, be a long day. I sunk deeper into the recliner and was soon fast asleep.

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I awoke the next day slightly confused and not knowing where I was. But, then, I looked down at my Mom curled up in my lap and it all came flooding back to me. I was in the basement with the woman I'd had sex with the previous day. I grinned wickedly as I closed my eyes and remembered the events of yesterday. It'd been a lot of fun and I hoped today would be, too. I could feel my cock slowly hardening once again. Just thinking about what we did yesterday was enough to get me aroused again.
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A soft yawn brought me back to reality and I looked down to see my beautiful mother waking from her deep slumber. She rubbed her eyes gently and looked around the room before lifting her eyes to mine. Her eyes looked fearful for a moment until she too, remembered what we'd done yesterday. But, then, she saw the love in my eyes and the fear left her face altogether.
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Apparently my love gave her the strength to cope with any sins she may have committed in the past. I would have enjoyed just sitting there with her snuggled in my lap for the rest of the day and enjoying her company. But I had plans for us today and I wanted to get started as soon as possible. Besides we had the rest of our lives to spend quiet moments curled up together in a recliner. I cupped her chin gently, locked my eyes with hers, and, when she was fully awake, I spoke softly to her, "Get up, mother. I've waited long enough to see your body. It's time for you to strip for me."
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"Yes sir."
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She stood up on shaky legs and took a few steps away from me. Then she turned around and struck a very sexy pose. Her eyes twinkled as she grinned playfully at me. She could see how hard my cock was and the realization at how much I desired her brought a moan to those beautiful lips.
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Her hands shook uncontrollably as she lifted them to her bra. Her blouse had fallen to the floor yesterday when she'd been writhing around on my lap. As her eyes bored into my throbbing member, she licked her lips more than once. She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, and then she turned quickly around and bent slowly at the waist. I licked my lips in anticipation as she wiggled her sexy bottom at me. She grinned from between her knees and I knew she was enjoying teasing me. I shook my head at her and laughed softly. She looked so cute trying to make me laugh that I couldn't be angry with her. Besides, while she'd been teasing me, her hands had been busy unbuckling her high heels. So she hadn't really done anything wrong.
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As she kicked her shoes into a corner, she stood up and slid her hands sensually over her voluptuous form. Her hips swayed slowly and I could tell that stripping for me was getting her excited all over again. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and panties and slowly pushed them both to the floor. Then she stepped out of them and turned to face me. She bit her lip nervously as she waited for me to say something.
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My eyes slowly traveled over every inch of my mother's body. Naked she was just as beautiful as I'd always imagined she would be. My breath caught in my throat as I continued to stare at her luscious form. She must have realized why I hadn't said anything yet because I heard a soft giggle float across the room. When I looked up, I saw that her face was beet red from embarrassment.
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I smiled softly as I slowly rose to my feet. Her eyes never left mine as I walked toward her with long, graceful strides. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car and I could tell that she wasn't breathing. As I came up to her, I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her tenderly. She didn't respond at first, but her body soon melted into mine and she returned the kiss with interest.
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Her body felt so right pressed against mine. It fit so perfectly with mine that it seemed as if it had always been meant to. At least, that's how it seemed to me. It was like we were two halves of the same coin that'd finally been put back together. None of my past girlfriends had ever given me a feeling like this and I unconsciously broke the kiss as my mind struggled to comprehend this newest realization. Through a thick fog, I heard my Mom's soft voice calling out to me.
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"Is something wrong?" she asked, looking up into my eyes. "Hello? Jimmy? Are you there?"
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"Hmmm?" I replied, lowering my eyes to hers. "Oh, sorry. I was just thinking."
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"What about?"
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Training Mom

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“I was thinking about how no one else has ever made me feel the way you do. It feels so right to have your body pressed against mine. Don't you think so?"
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"Yes, I do," she replied, her eyes twinkling once again. "But I was more interested in just being with you and spending this kind of time with you than I was with actually thinking about how it felt. I have the rest of my life to think about it. It's much more fun to just let myself go and enjoy all the things I'll get to do with you."
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"Oh, really now? And just what were you planning to do with your baby boy, mother dear? Were you going to suck his hard cock with your hot little mouth?"
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"Mmmm! Yeah. I'd love to wrap my lips around that sweet cock and suck all that yummy cum out of your virile young balls."
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"That's good, mother. Because that's exactly what you're going to do." I replied. Then I cupped her pussy and whispered hotly in her ear. "Before the day’s over I'm going to make you beg me to fuck this hot little pussy."
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"Oh god, you're making me so hot. Gawd, where'd you learn to talk to a woman like that?" she asked, whimpering with desire.
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"I just go with my heart, Mom. Now, get on your knees and suck my cock like a good little slut."
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"God yes,” she happily cried excitedly as she dropped to her knees and wrapped her soft hand around my rock hard shaft. She licked her lips and admired all 7-inches of her only son's impressive cock as she slowly slid it into her hungry mouth. She gave another whimper of pleasure as the head slid over her wildly swirling tongue. She cupped my ass gently and pulled me even closer so she could take my thick cock down her tight, wet throat. I gasped in surprise, and then moaned deeply as she swallowed repeatedly.
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The feelings that she was giving me were exquisite. I could definitely see why things got so loud when she was having sex with dad. Any man would make a lot of noise if they had someone as talented as my Mom pleasuring them. I looked down at her and saw that she'd been watching me. Her eyes danced happily at seeing how much pleasure she was giving me. She winked at me, and then slowly pulled her mouth back along my shaft until only the head was still in her mouth.
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I started to gasp again, but it died in my throat as she eagerly bobbed her mouth up and down on my cock, as her tongue dance hungrily over every inch of it that she could reach. I moaned loudly as her hand cupped my balls and gently rolled them around in the palm of their hand. My cock twitched suddenly and I knew that I was getting close to cumming. She must have felt it, too, because she sucked even harder and tugged gently on my balls.
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That’s all it took to push me over the edge. Almost frantically, I grabbed her hair tightly in both hands and roughly fucked her mouth for several long strokes. Then I screamed in pleasure as I cummed. As my balls erupted, I pulled my cock back so that I could flood her mouth with the cum that she so badly wanted. With a loud moan, she opened her mouth wide to capture every drop of my precious fluid.
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When I'd finished and had calmed down, I told her not to swallow. Then I slowly pulled my cock out, and then gently rubbed my glistening cock all over her face. When I was done, I told her to go ahead and swallow my cum, every drop of my come, but not to touch what was on her face without permission. I wanted to remember this, so I grabbed my camera from the table next to the chair and took a few pictures of her.
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She started to protest, but I shoved my cock back in her mouth and told her to be quiet. She looked like she was going to get angry, so I reminded her that she was a slut and that she was just a pussy for me to fuck whenever I felt like it. I told her that she was here for my pleasure and reminded her that she'd gone too long without a man showing her what her proper place was. As I told her this, I rocked my hips back and forth gently, pumping my cock in and out of her mouth.
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She submissively started concentrating on sucking my cock and I struggled not to moan in pleasure as she did it. All the time she sucked my cock, she shook her head from side to side. She was obviously trying to deny my words, but her talented mouth wrapped around my hard cock was proving that I was right.
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"Mmmm. That feels so good, Mom, you're making me hard again. It looks like I was right about you being a slut and about you needing to be controlled completely. I'm right, aren't I, Mom?"
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I slowly pulled my cock out and held it a few inches in front of her mouth. She leaned forward to take it back in her mouth, but I pulled it further away. She sighed in frustration and looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Please let me suck your cock. I need it so badly. I love sucking cock, but yours is the best I've ever had. I can't get enough of it. Please, Jimmy! I'll do anything you want! Just give me more of your cock!"
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"Excuse me please, who?" I asked, stepping back. "And you haven't answered my earlier question."
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"Please, sir? May I suck your lovely cock again?"
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"Do you really need it that badly, Mom? Would you really do anything to get my cock back in your mouth?"
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"Yes! Oh, gawd, yes!"
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"Then answer my question. Are you a slut?"
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"Yes, sir! I'm a slut! Your own mother is a nasty slut!"
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"Mmmm. Good girl." I replied, taking a step closer to her. "Do you need to be controlled completely?"
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"God, I don't want to admit it, but yes. I need to be controlled and owned totally. I need to be owned and controlled by you. I need to be my son's bitch. Please make me your bitch, sir.
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"Good, then get your ass on that bed, slut. Now!"
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"Yes sir.”
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Then I watched with satisfaction as she scrambled to her feet and obediently raced to the bed. I loved it, my mother was a slut and she wanted me to fuck her. She wanted me, her own son to slide his cock into her and use her in whatever way I desired. She tore the covers off the bed and laid on her back with her legs spread wide. I walked over and looked hungrily at her body. But I wasn't satisfied with the position she was in.
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"On your hands and knees, mother. Your baby boy's gonna fuck you from behind."
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"Mmmm. Yes, sir." she answered as she quickly got up on her hands and knees. She grinned and playfully wiggled her cute little ass at me. Then she licked her lips and whispered. "Please don't make me wait any longer. I need your hard cock inside me now."
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Swatting …smack… her on the naked butt, I climbed onto the bed …smack… and knelt … smack… behind her. With one hand wrapped around my cock and the other resting on her ass, I guided the head into her waiting pussy. She groaned low in her throat and tried to hunch her hips back towards me, but I kept my other hand on her ass and prevented her from moving.
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Before she could beg me again to fuck her, I shoved the rest of my cock into her tight, wet pussy. She gasped in surprise and I felt her body shudder with pleasure. I was through teasing her, so I grabbed her hips and started thrusting in and out with long, full strokes. After waiting for years, it felt good to finally be inside my mother's pussy. And I wasn’t disappointed. She knew just what to do to give me the most pleasure. Her pussy rippled along the length of my throbbing cock with every deep thrust. Her breathing was erratic and she couldn't stop moaning in pleasure.
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Likewise, her hips seemed to have taken on a life of their own. They rolled, shimmied, and pushed back on my cock at a feverish pace. I was shocked at just how badly she'd needed this. I mean, she'd told me she needed it badly, but I hadn't understood the depth of her need until now. She'd gone wild the moment I'd started fucking her. I knew her orgasm would come soon, but I wanted to make this as memorable for her as possible. So I grabbed her hair tightly in my left hand and pulled my cock back until only the head was inside her. She must have known what I was going to do because I heard another gasp escape her lips. I grinned, pulled her head back, and slammed my cock fully inside her.
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Before she could recover from this brutal thrust, I pulled back and shoved it deep inside her once again. I didn't give her a chance to react as I fucked her with all my might. I swatted her ass repeatedly to her loud moans of approval. I fucked her as fast as I could and called her all sorts of dirty names.
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"That's it, slut. Take my hard cock in your hot pussy and ride it like the whore that you are. Show me what a good little bitch you can be for me. Push that ass back on my hard cock, you fucking slut.”
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"Unnnhhhh! Oh yes! Oh god, yes! I'm your slut! I'm you're whore, Jimmy! Fuck your bitch's pussy with that wonderful cock. It's your pussy, Jimmy. Use it however you wannnnt!
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"Yes, whore! It'll be my pussy soon. And I'll use it in any way I choose. You're going to be my bitch for as long as I want. Now cum for me you whore!" Then her body shook violently as she cummed and once spent, went limp under me. Her orgasm was so powerful that it had sapped her of all her strength. I almost lost my grip on her, but I quickly wrapped an arm around her and held her up. I continued to fuck her hard and fast as I still sought my own orgasm. Moment's later, my cock seemed to explode as my cum forced it's way out and completely filled her tightly-clasping pussy.
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Training Mom

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I felt so exhausted, that I slowly pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her. She must have been even more exhausted than I was because she didn't have the energy to even lie down completely. Or maybe her muscles had seized up and she was unable to move. Nevertheless, her ass remained in the air as we slowly regained our strength. If I hadn't been so tired, I would have found the sight very sexy.
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"Oh goodness, Jimmy. That was the best fuck that I've had in years. I don't know where you learned to fuck like that, but any woman would be lucky to have you."
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"Thanks, Mom," I replied as I reached over …smack… and swatted her ass hard. "And it's 'sir', not 'Jimmy', slut."
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"Unnnhhhh! Yes, sir. I'm sorry. It'll take a while to learn how to please you, but I'll do my best. I may mess up from time to time, though. I hope you'll understand if I do."
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"I know, slut, but I have complete faith in you. You’ll learn. I hope that you don’t have a problem with me staying with you. "I bought a special bed just for you."
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"Yes, sir. Thank you," she answered as she walked to the closet.
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I turned onto my side and watched as she opened the door and peered inside. She looked around for a few minutes, and then turned back towards me. I could tell that she was confused, but I kept my face straight as she returned to the bed.
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"There wasn't a bed in there for me, sir. All I saw was what looked like a really big cat bed."
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"Are you sure, little one? I think you'd better look again."
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I grinned as she nodded and walked back to the closet. She spent an even longer time looking this time, but she still turned around empty-handed. I stopped her before she'd started toward me and sat up in bed.
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"What are you, mother?" I asked.
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"What am I, sir?" she replied, confused even more. "I'm a slave. I'm your slave, sir. Or I will be once I've proven myself."
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"That's very good, little one. What else are you?"
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"I'm, uh, a whore?"
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"Yes, but that's not all. Think hard."
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She furrowed her brow and looked at the floor while she tried to figure out what I was getting at. She was obviously racking her brain, but she wasn't coming up with anything. I was about to give her a hint when it hit her. She looked up quickly and almost exploded with happiness as she told me the answer.
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"A pussy, sir! I'm a pussy for you to fuck whenever you choose!"
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"That's it, Mom. You're a pussy. And where does a pussy sleep?"
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"On a...cat...bed," She replied, slowly. Then she turned around quickly and stared at the huge cat bed. I could see her entire body turn red with embarrassment. "Y-you want me t-to sleep on a cat bed?"
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"Yes, little one. You will sleep on that bed," I replied, putting heavy emphasis on "will."
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"But, sir, I can't sleep on that thing. Besides being small, it's humiliating. How can you ask me to do that?"
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"I'm not asking you to, slut. I'm telling you to sleep on it. You either sleep on it or forget about becoming my slave. Understood?"
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"No! I'm not doing it. You've gone too far this time. I'm leaving, Jimmy. If you want me as your slave, then you can come and apologize when I get home. I'm going out for drinks and I'll be back later. Good-bye."
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I watched with amusement as Mom stormed up the stairs and slammed the door. I chuckled softly to myself and rolled onto my back. She just didn't have any idea what she'd gotten herself into. I had no intention of giving up on making her my slave. She would be mine and that's all there was to it.
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I looked up at the ceiling as I heard a floorboard creak. I listened closely as she moved around her room, then I heard the shower come on. If I remembered correctly, she always took off her make-up before she got in the shower. That gave me about 5-minutes to get up there and do what'd just come to my mind.
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Jumping out of bed, I quickly walked upstairs. I didn't want her to know I was coming so I very quietly closed the door. If she did, she might lock me out of the bathroom. I crept down the hall and looked into her room. There she was at the bathroom sink. The bathroom door was directly across from me, so I had a clear view of her.
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I could tell that she'd seen me, as she rubbed harder at her face, so I walked boldly across the room and entered the bathroom. I stood behind her and watched her closely. I didn't say anything because I knew that would irritate her even more. And, sure enough, she stopped what she was doing and glared at me.
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"Well? What do you want, Jimmy?” she snapped, “Did you come to apologize?"
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"No, mother. I didn't come to apologize."
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"Then, what did you..."
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"I came up here to fuck you again, slut. You've obviously not had enough cock because you're still bitchy."
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"How dare you?" she shrieked. "I ...Unnnnnnh …!"
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She'd started to turn around to tell me off, but I'd shoved my hand between her thighs and roughly grabbed her pussy. She would've ignored that if I hadn't started kneading it just as roughly. I could feel her body shuddering as she tried hard to ignore my ministrations.
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"No! Unnnhhhh! We...oh, gawd...we need to...mmmmm...need to talk, Jimmy. What y...oh, gawd, yes...what you did was wrong. You...mmmmm...oh, gawd, I need to cum ...can't do that to people."
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"No, slut. You can't cum yet. Not until I give you permission, that is,” I told her, grinning. "But you're right that we need to talk. You were very rude to me and I deserve an apology."
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"I was rude? What the hell did I do? You were the one treating me like dirt!"
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Her voice had grown steadily louder with every word, her anger was quickly returning as she thought about what'd happened. I had to stop her before she became too angry to listen to me.
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"Shut up bitch! Right now! It's my turn to talk, so you just shut the fuck up and listen!" I yelled.
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While I'd been talking, my fingers had easily parted her pussy lips and I'd shoved 2-fingers deep inside her. She tried to stop it, but a moan flowed from her lips and she unconsciously pushed back on my fingers. I grinned and leaned close to her ear.
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"Hmmm. It would seem that you're enjoying this, bitch, aren’t you?"
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"Yes, you bastard, I'm enjoying it. But that doesn't mean I enjoyed being humiliated earlier."
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"Oh, really? Well, there are many forms of humiliation, slut. Name-calling is one of them. You seem to enjoy that well enough." I reminded her. As I talked, I'd continued my assault on her pussy and knew when she needed to cum. "Cum for me, whore!"

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She moaned loudly and slammed her ass back hard as she cummed. All else was forgotten, for the moment, as she pumped herself up and down on my fingers. I allowed her to cum 3-more times before I pulled my fingers out. But I wasn't finished with her yet. I still had to prove to her that she could enjoy being humiliated.
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Grabbing her breasts, I roughly fondled them as I shoved my hard cock into her still-spasming pussy. She gasped in surprise, and then hungrily started pumping herself up and down my thick shaft. She apparently hadn't gotten enough pleasure from my fingers to satisfy her. But this fact was just what I'd wanted and what I'd been hoping for.
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I fucked her as fast and as hard as I could and she met every deep, demanding thrust with one of her own. When I pinched her nipples hard and rolled them slowly between my fingers, she moaned even louder at this newest rough treatment. It was clear that she loved being fucked hard and that it drove her wild to be handled roughly.
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I bent her over the sink and placed her hands on the edge. I told her to keep them there, then grabbed her hips so I could control the pace and force of her frenzied movements. I felt her drawing ever closer to her next orgasm, but I didn't want her coming just yet. If I forced her to hold back, it'd be much easier to control her.
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I pulled back until only the head of my cock was inside her and then held myself very still. She cried in frustration and tried to push back, but I held her hips firmly in place. Not giving up easily, she then tried to finger her clit to push herself over the edge. I stopped her, once again, by quickly turning us toward the wall and binding her hands to the towel rack with a couple of scarves she had hanging there.
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Training Mom

Part-7-of-7

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My cock had slipped out while I was tying her there, but I quickly returned it to her pussy. I didn't give her enough to make her cum, though. It was just enough to frustrate her and keep her on edge.
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"Damn you! Make me cum, you bastard. You got the pussy you wanted, now make me cum!"
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"No, slut. Not until I've taught you a few things. First, you need to learn proper respect. I think you owe me an apology for talking to me the way you did."
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"No fucking way. I'm not apologizing for anything. You’re a bastard, no on should talk to their mother like you did."
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"Yeah, and mothers shouldn't fuck their sons either. But you have and you enjoyed every minute of it, didn't you, whore?"
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"No, I didn't," she lied.
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She tried to push her pussy back on my cock so she could cum, but I pulled out of her and walked out of the bathroom. I knew she couldn't get free, so I had no worries about her finishing herself off with her fingers. She yelled at me to come back and release her or she'd make me regret it. I laughed at her and sat down on her bed. I figured some time alone would change her attitude. I could hear her struggling to get free, but after a few minutes she sighed and gave up. I waited another 20-minutes, then walked back into the bathroom.
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"So, are you ready to apologize yet? I promise you that, if I leave again, you'll stay tied up here all night."
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"Yes, baby. I'm sorry I said all those mean things to you. I didn't really mean them. I love you very much. But you made me so mad,” she murmured meekly. Then she sniffled a little and continued. "You're right that you deserve respect from me. Not many sons would give their mother’s what you've given me. You loved me so much that you chose to give me the control and the owner I needed."
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I leaned against the wall and nodded so she could see me. She was completely right, of course. I loved her more than anyone or anything else in the world.
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"But I need respect, too,” she continued. "I didn't feel that I was getting it from you. That's why I got mad and left."
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"I do respect you, Mom. But I know something you haven't figured out yet. The only reason I bought that bed was because of what I learned about you. You love being humiliated. I wouldn't be a good master if I didn't push you to your limits and beyond.
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"I don't like being humiliated. How can you say such a thing? I think I'd know whether I liked it or not."
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"Well, we're going to see, slut. One way or the other, I'll make you see the truth."
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"What...what do you mean?" she asked fearfully.
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"I'll show you," I said as I walked over to her and burying my cock completely in her pussy again. She'd calmed down during her time alone, so I fucked her fast and hard until she was on the edge once again.
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Bark like a dog, bitch. Let me hear how a bitch in heat barks," I growled in her ear. She started to bark, but blushed hotly and clamped her mouth tightly closed when she realized what she almost did.
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I grinned at her continued stubbornness. She would be harder to convince than I thought. I kept her hips still so she couldn't fuck herself on my cock. This made her whimper softly and turn to look at me. I could see the intense need in her eyes, but I had to remain strong.
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"Please, sir. Please don't stop fucking me. I need to cum so badly. Please?"
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"Of course, Mom I'll make you cum again on your son's hard cock. But you have to do what I told you before I'll do it."
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Her neck grew even redder when I told her that, but I could tell that she was considering it. I massaged her pussy lips while I waited patiently for her answer. I thought I had her, but she lowered her head and sobbed softly. She couldn't do it after all.
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"I'm sorry, sir. But I can't do it. I'll take whatever punishment you think I deserve," she said, crying softly.
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"I'm sorry, too. I'd really hoped that you'd learn with one lesson. I'm sure you'll do better next time. But, until then, you aren't allowed to cum. If I find out you have, I'll take you back to the basement and introduce you to the paddles I bought. I promise you won't enjoy that spanking either. Understood?"
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"Y-yes, s-sir."
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"Good girl," I said as I untied one end of both scarves. "Now it's time for bed. We're going out to dinner tomorrow, so you'll need your rest."
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I turned off the shower, led her to her bed, and helped her sit down. She looked so dejected sitting there that I felt a little sorry for her, so I lifted her chin and looked in her eyes.
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"It'll be okay, little one. Try to relax. I love you very much. We'll try again sometime. I know you don't believe me, but I'm telling you the truth. Now, lay down so I can get you ready for bed."
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"Yes, sir. Thank you."
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Obediently, she lay back on the bed and I slowly pulled the comforter over her. She still had the scarves attached to her wrists, so I tied the other ends to the headboard. She gave me a strange look, but didn't say anything. When I'd bound her legs in the same fashion, I gave her a kiss and whispered softly, "This is so you don't play with yourself. Good night, little one."
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"Good night, sir. I love you. And thank you for tying me up. I would've played when I was sure you wouldn't hear me."
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"I know and I love you, too."
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I walked out of her room without another word. I knew I couldn't leave her tied up all night because her body would cramp up. I'd go back and untie her later when I was sure she was asleep. Then I'd stay with her to make sure she didn't play with herself in her sleep.

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Thirty minutes later, I checked in on her and saw that she was fast asleep. I carefully untied her, and then turned her on her side. When I was sure she hadn't woken up, I spooned against her and fell asleep. Tomorrow would be another long day.

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