School had just started and already my son was struggling, well failing actually. I stopped him one Friday in the kitchen to discuss his poor performance. “It’s early for you to be doing this bad there’s no excuse. I’ll cut you a deal, get your grades up by report cards and you can have anything you want, it doesn’t matter what it is, I won’t say no.” He smiled, shrugged and left in typical teenage fashion. I noticed changes in my son’s study habits right off. He blew off a few social opportunities for studying and I was glad to see it. There must be something he wants really bad, he’s never hit the books like this.
Report cards were coming out today and I saw my son drive in the driveway. I wondered and hoped that he had met his goal. He got out and I couldn’t read his expression or mood, because he has a great poker face. He walked in the front door and he knew what I wanted, but he brushed me off. “Geez Mom nice to see you too, I just walked in give me a moment. He cleaned his face, used the bathroom and got a snack before sitting at the table. “Well? I demanded. He opened his bag and pulled out a white piece of paper. I snatched it. To my great astonishment my son had made 3 A’s and 5 B’s. For the first time ever there were no C’s on the card. These were his best grades ever. His expression didn’t change as I scanned the paper to make sure. Looking up I beamed “Well son congratulations, now I guess it’s only fair if I keep my end of the bargain. What would you like?” He looked me over staring at my green shirt and tight jeans. He paused then looking me in eye said confidently “Mom…I want a sex slave. More specifically I want you to be my sex slave.”
I was horrified and stunned. “What?! What the fuck is the matter with you? Is this a joke?” There was no way I could become my son’s sex slave, which was preposterous. He stood up and he looked serious “You said he began firmly “that if I got my grades up I could have anything and you wouldn’t say no.” I protested and argued but he’d have none of it. He took a firm grasp of my arm and literally dragged me to my bedroom as I tried to break away tugging, begging and kicking. I attempted to kick him but he happily grabbed my feet. I screamed and cried even though he hadn’t technically done anything yet. Once in my room he shut the door and threw me on the bed. He began to undress me as I fought him scratching clawing and screaming RAPE! I slapped his face but this angered him as he slapped me back with authority. “How dare you!” He ripped my bra off and began raping my tits as I slapped his hand away desperate to get free. He took no notice massaging them and doing as he wished. He cupped them squeezed them and pinched my nipples as I cried out in pain. My own son was shamelessly raping me and he was just starting. He pulled my jeans down as I tried to stop him from seeing and worse yet touching my pussy. This had gone on long enough I was a prim proper and moral woman after all. As I struggled he slapped me and eventually to my shame and chagrin he had me naked. He raped my pussy rubbing it against my will and I tried desperately to stop him but it was futile. He began fingering me and this incestuous heinous rape continued. I was still fighting as he slid two fingers inside me. Finally he let me go and I started to leave. Swiftly he threw me down and held his hand around my neck. One handed he undid his pants as I kicked and screamed “NO NO NO MY SON IS RAPING ME! I kicked, I hit, I tried biting and then it happened. My son took down his jeans and his massive cock sprang out. My son was huge! I hadn’t seen a man like that in a really long time. I stopped fighting momentarily out of shock and my son knew he had me. I was his sex slave to use and abuse and as much as I hated myself I knew I would enjoy it.
If you want to hear just what he did you have to call me and I’ll tell the full story…who knows maybe we can create our own hot ending….
Did you have a friend with a really hot mom you always fantasized about and could not quite figure out if she was flirting with you? Encouraging you to dare approach her? Do you remember what it felt like to dream about her all the time, wishing you could have sex with her? Do you wish you had? Well now you can!
