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Sparticus... A mother's demise

SPARTICUS … A mother’s demise Chapter 1 Monday evening ‘Yes Dominus’ Helen laughed as she responding to her son’s request to switch off the light before she took her seat next to him on the couch. ‘Hurry up slave… it’s about to start’ the teen grinningly quipped back As it has been for the past six weeks both mother and son sat down on a Monday night before the television to watch the latest episode of Spartacus. Helen’s husband had to leave for work each day at 6am as it was a two hour commute each way, so he was always in bed by 10pm. Lisa, her youngest daughter had no interest in the series… or TV in general… all she cared for was her pony that she tended too every day after school and at weekends. Carolyn, her eldest, spent most of her time social networking and very rarely ventured from her bedroom. Alan found it a little embarrassing at first when the sex scenes came on, but as the series progressed he became more comfortable watching with his mother next to him, owing to the frequency of bare breasts, pussies and cocks and the use of expletives throughout the programme. Gathering up and bundling his bathrobe over his lap did little to conceal his arousal at watching the nubile women in various states of dress and undress. Helen was not particularly interested in the gladiatorial side of the series but she also found the sex scenes quite titillating. She pushed aside the harsh reality of being a slave of those times and often fantasized herself in the position of ...

... being body slave to a master who took her whenever he so pleased and in what manner that that he was in the mood for…regardless of her wishes. The jaded housewife often used to transport herself into scenes being depicted on the small screen and although she was not particularly sexually inactive with her husband, she did find the need for more release than the two or three times a month that her husband offered. So she masturbated. It seemed to be much more than usual these past few weeks. The fantasies that occupied her mind during her early morning masturbation sessions took the form of being taken involuntarily and offered to others as sexual favors since the start of the series. ‘Want a drink… I am making myself one’ the mother of three offered when the program was interrupted by a commercial break. ‘Some hot chocolate would be nice… oh…with marshmallows’ ‘Anything else Dominus... I am only here to serve’… again there was laughter in Helen’s voice. ‘Quiet slave…and do as I command’ the wide grin etched across the 15yearold’s face. Alan pressed the pause button on the remote whilst waiting for his mother to return and adjusted his semi erect penis to a more comfortable position beneath his robe. If he were alone he most certainly would have pulled it out and jerked off at the sex scene just shown before the commercial. The friendly banter between him and his mother did not help his predicament. It was not only times like this that thoughts about his mum in a sexual way had ...