Sparticus... A mother's demise - Sex Stories

Sparticus... A mother's demise

... particularly proud of. She blushed once again at the very thought of flashing her body to her fifteen year old son and the reaction it caused in her throbbing pussy. ‘But you like to be fucked and used like a common slave?’ The surprised mother raised her eyes at hearing her son use such words. Funny that about every other word was a profanity on the show and it did not bother her… perhaps it was just that she had never heard her son use such language. She was about to admonish him when she realized the absurdity of doing so. ‘Maybe… and you shouldn’t be asking your mum these things’ there was a smile upon her face especially since she noticed where the youngster’s eyes were looking. ‘So you like being submissive?’ the teen was not about to give up. ‘Never thought about it… but maybe… now hush…it’s about to start’ the mortified mother lied slightly for she had often thought about being submissive to the right man and she could not believe she had told her son something so private and personal. And yet her whole body continue to react. Alan could no longer concentrate on the show as he was totally absorbed in what his mother had said. His brain questioned all possibilities to whether she was really a submissive or just toying with him. As most boys of his age when it came to reasoning about girls he abandoned his brain and decided to let his aroused cock do the thinking. ‘Remove your dressing gown… slave’ unsure and looking straight at the TV screen there was a hint of ...

... nervousness to his voice and he was certainly expecting to be slapped and told to get to bed with the threat of his dad being informed to what he had just said. Helen stopped listening to the sound coming from the TV. Did she hear correctly? She rewound the last ten seconds in her mind. There was no mistake… her son had just called her a slave and told her to disrobe. She had to be sure. The playful banter had taken a more serious turn. ‘Dominus?’ there was a questioning tone to her voice as she looked at her son who had responded by turning to face his mother. ‘Remove your dressing gown…’ the words barely audible and sounding even more unsure than before. Alan was expecting full retribution for his audacity. There was no slave in his request this time and yet the sentence was one of command rather than request. Helen just stared directly at her son’s face. She could feel her nipples ache and her pussy pulsate and if it were not her son she would not hesitate to slip off her gown… but it was her son. ‘Yes Dominus’ two words that slipped from her lips when every voice in her head was screaming at her to end the charade. In the dim light of the flickering TV set the bewildered mother untied the white toweling belt and slipped the robe off her shoulders and let it fall around her waist as she sat next to her speechless son. The scenes being played on the TV were ignored as the sound continued to play in the back ground. Alan swallowed…amazed at his mother removing the robe at his ...