Training Mom
Part-5-of-7
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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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I felt so exhausted, that I slowly pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her. She must have been even more …
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Training Mom
Part-6-of-7
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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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My cock had slipped out while I was tying her there, but I quickly …
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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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The end…