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

Sparticus... A mother's demise

... request. He stared at the engorged nipples as they tried to bore their way through the thin silky nightie. Her tits obviously void of a restraining bra looked larger than he had imagined. Perhaps she might … nothing to lose. ‘Remove your nightie… let me see your tits… slave…’ He added the last word just in case she was just playing a game with him and he could laugh it off if she stopped playing. It was Helen’s turn to gulp. She tried to reason with herself. Stop now… but the truth was… she didn’t want to stop. She wanted to see how far her son would push her. Would he want her to stand before him naked? She still had her panties on under her nightie, so she still could stop playing the game before she showed him her pussy… if such a young boy wanted to see an old pussy. But this was not any young boy…this was her own son… Helen took another gulp before wondering if she should expose her breasts. She was quite proud of her body. She did work out and often drew an admiring glance from people. Her breasts did sag slightly but at her age… Swallowing once again and ignoring the consequences and rationale of obeying her son, the embarrassed but excited mother raised her left hand and pinched the thin right shoulder strap sliding it down her arm. Wriggling her arm and shoulder she was able to lift her arm through it. Helen could not look at her son but knew his eyes would be wide open staring at her fully exposed right breast. Her nipple never looked so big before… nor did she ...

... recall it ever ache so much. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement… her son had opened his own gown and exposed his hard penis. She let out an audible gasp at the size of it… ‘The other one slut… let me see both tits’ Alan’s voice was husky with excitement. The compliant mature woman of forty four did as her son demanded and repeated the same procedure as last time until both breasts were on full display. She could not believe she was sitting there showing both her breasts with her nighty fallen about her waist, as her shameless son openly stroked his erect cock before her as if it were the most natural thing for a son to do before his mother. ‘Raise your nightie…show me your cunt’ Helen never liked that word in the past but hearing it being referred to her own pussy send a shock wave through her body. ‘I… I have panties on’ the mortified lady could not lift her eyes from the embarrassment…nor from his gorgeous cock. ‘Slaves don’t wear panties… in fact they were never worn until the nineteenth century… so don’t wear them again’ The shocked woman looked up at her son. She was going to say something… but it was only a game… a role play for the night. Tomorrow both would be full of guilt and remorse and probably too embarrassed to face each other…but... ‘Yes Dominus’ she raised the hem of her nightie to just below her crotch. The time to stop the role play was now. Smile at her son and say enough… get to bed… instead she raised the hem until her white panties were visible ...