I walked in the attorney’s office distraught and confused. It’s bad enough when a wife becomes a widow but a post funeral controversy adds insult to injury. I was wearing all black and dressed as professional as I could muster. With a black coat and black skirt I looked like a business goth. I even had on dark makeup and my hair was in a tightly pulled bun. I had an 11:00 appointment with the family lawyer Lance Edwards and his secretary Beth ushered me in at 11:00 on the dot. I walked right in as she shut the door. Standing right over his desk and ignoring his greeting I said “Lance what the hell is going on? What do you mean there’s an issue with his will?” I was furious. They called just two days after his death and were very vague meaning I had to meet them now. “Well Mrs. White after examining your husband’s will, we found something quirky that puts a huge twist on his possessions and assets.” He got up from his desk a piece of paper in hand and sat beside me on the sofa and as he did he handed me a glass of water. “Alright cut the bullshit what’s going on?” He gave a heavy sigh and showed me a piece of my late husband’s will. I just stared at the paper in utter bewilderment. What did this mean? It was a will he had passed all of his things down to me what the hell was the big deal? Seeing my confusion he read, “All of my possessions assets, funds, and anything of monetary value, this includes home, cars, stocks, property, life insurance etc. is to be passed to the next person carrying the family name so that it shall be preserved and prosper. I am sorry to inform you Mrs. White that nothing you or your husband jointly owned belongs to you, rather it belongs to your son Harry. He is the one who carries the family name.” He continued before I could interrupt. “He is a male and when he marries his wife and kids will bear his name but you will carry your maiden name or the name of anyone you marry. Even if you don’t marry but were to have another child they would bear their father’s name.” So there it was I was left with nothing my son left with everything. He had just become insanely wealthy in a matter of fifteen minutes.
It didn’t take long for my son to use this power. I no longer had access to money without his permission or a new job which in this economy probably wasn’t going to happen. My son knew this and took full advantage. From the moment I arrived home from the lawyer’s office he took control. He had nothing to do with creating the will but he sure was the master of it. I was now my son’s maid, cook, and servant. I had lost all my authority and this was further exasperated when he told me that unless he wanted to be kicked out of his house, I needed to suck his cock. I was horrified but he was persistent. When I refused he began to gather what little I owned and put it in a bag. I didn’t want to be homeless so shameful humiliated and embarrassed I got down on my knees as he asked and took out his cock. I was being raped by my own son forced to do his sexual bidding or suffer the consequences. I took his cock out and began rubbing it with my hands and it slowly sprang to life. I was so ashamed and it was so disgusting touching my own son but he forced me to suck his cock taking it deep and fast until I was deep-throating him. I tried to do a lame job but in his eyes that only meant I needed more practice so it was better to do it right and get it over with. I was in tears as he forced my head down on his cock making me choke and gag.
It didn’t get much better. He tore off my clothes and began to rape my breasts with his cock shoving them between my tits and making a tight pussy. He had his way, sucking my nipples and fondling my tits and I was powerless to stop it. It didn’t end there despite my desperate pleas and cries. He just thrust my legs open and began rubbing my cunt even sliding two fingers in hard and deep as I screamed. “NO SON PLEASE DON’T RAPE MY PUSSY YOU HAVE GONE FAR ENOUGH PLEASE!” This had no effect oh him as he began to lick my pussy out even nibbling my clit. Making matters worse I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t getting turned on when my pussy began to drip. He just laughed at this and said “See Mom you enjoy it” and without another protest he plowed into my pussy. He raped me hard and deep going faster and harder with each thrust. The excitement and forbidden nature of the incest seemed to be turning him on as he grew thicker inside me. As the rape went on I could feel my pussy sopping wet and despite my sobs and cries at the horrid nature of this act I came all over his cock sending him over the edge where he too exploded into the depths of my cunt.
Now my son does whatever he wants to me sexually and beyond because as he puts it “I am not his mother but his slave.”
I have many slaves with many uses. Why the fuck wouldn’t I being the Gorgeous Goddess that I am? I have slaves to do all sorts of daily tasks for me but only a very select few have the actual privilege of being my sex slave used for one very important purpose to get my perfect Pussy off. To quench my Goddess thirst for hardcore sex. I have some very strict requirements for this honor, as you can imagine, and it is not a privilege that easily obtained. A slave must meet all my requirements starting with the most important of all his cock must be more than adequate in every way size, proportion, posture, thick, pronounced mushroom head, and absolutely must be able to maintain all of the above for hours on end until his Goddess has taken all that she needs, wants, desires from him. In other words, you better be able to stay hard bitch and hold your seed until I am finished with you and your cock is soaked, dripping even with my heavenly juice. Inability to do so will result in hardcore CBT, castration likely and absolute banishment. It is an honor I do not hand out lightly and one you must think very carefully about before taking on. Only the very fortunate, extremely skilled and very well endowed succeed. Are you perhaps one of the lucky?
