Title: Forbidden Dominance
Keywords: mF, fF, teen, inc, fdom, mdom, bond, mom, son, neice
Author: Caesar
The cruelest of creatures' the crab
With claws that can pinch you or stab,
And then when you dine
On crab and white wine
It gets you as well with the tab.
Forbidden Dominance
by Caesar, copyright 1997-2002
$Revision: 1.9 $ $Date: 2002/04/15 14:07:23 $
My name is Shelly. I have always been different from other my
own age, and though I've never told anyone, its because I know I'm a
lesbian. Perhaps that is why I didn't fall for the brutish and
obvious tricks my cousin Greg played upon me that fateful day, three
months ago, when I discovered that I was a dominant.
You see, my own cousin, three years younger than I, tried to seduce
me. I wonder if I hadn't been a if I would have fallen for
his surprisingly seductive innuendoes and demands.
You see, Greg is only fifteen and I know back then I was simply a
mixed up teen, I was filled with confused sexual images. Perhaps I
wasn't the only one to be frustrated and lost sexually but seeing the
other crude and awkward teenagers my own age at the time makes me
doubt that.
No, I don't wonder if I would have fallen for my cousins advances, I
know I would have been seduced. He has this way about him,
especially the last several months, that causes me to forget he is
still a pubescent teenager rather than a perhaps than
I. We have always been as close as two different-sex cousins can be,
even forgetting our age difference. So when he lays his hand upon my
lap, ever so gently, I don't think much about it. Yet, when the hand
returns very often, with more familiarity to my lower limb and the
tips of his fingers touch just inside my knee which causes me to
shiver uncontrollably I could not help but pull from his grasp.
It was just a teens exploring interest in girls, how he wanted to
experiment with the boundaries between him and I. That's what I told
myself. Next time he reached for me it was to hold my hand. I must
admit, I liked it. Greg's warm strong hand felt comforting so I
didn't resist when he again did it. Yet this time after holding my
hand for some time moved it to his lap and placed it upon his male
organ.
I over reacted and practically ran from the table, leaving our wondering at my quick exit. It was the first time I had felt a between his legs. I stood before the bathroom mirror and studied my
shivering self. It wasn't unpleasant yet I didn't find any excitement
in what happened. It disturbed me more wondering why he did it. I
never had such confidence at his age.
Greg didn't give up, next I felt his fingertips lightly measuring the
flow of my neck. After that, he started with a shoulder massage and
then finished by squeezing my buttocks. Something that I had never
had done before and I remember groaning with surprised enjoyment. Of
course I came to my senses and remembered who's experienced hands
familiarized themselves with my full curves and promptly told him to
leave.
Why did I allow his to go on for so long if I didn't even find attractive. Well, to be truthful I enjoyed his calm manner and
reassured touches. None of the few ladies that I ever had up to that
moment touched me like that - mostly it was experimenting with our
bodies and enjoying each other. Greg simply touched me as if he was
an artist preparing a painting, slowly and expertly.
The knowledge disturbed me.
It, of course, had to come to a climax eventually and it did when his
lips met my own. We stood in the foyer to my parent's house and I was
bidding him goodbye when he simply wrapped his arms about me and
kissed. It wasn't a kiss that a cousin gives to another. Nor was it
a kiss that I had ever experienced from a man. When his tongue slide
between my lips I pushed and tore myself away from his stronger grasp.
Whipping my mouth with the back of my hand, "My god Greg!"
He simply stood before me and smiled. "Ask me to stay?"
I looked up at him as if he was crazy. This was the first time he
pushed me further after I put a stop to his actions. I took a few
steps back, afraid for the first time - conscious that we were alone
in the house.
"You need me Shelly, I know you haven't been with a for a long
time." Actually no one in my knew that I have never been with
a man, that I in fact never wanted to be with one. Outwardly my
family thought of me as a antisocial spinster and that is all
that I wish them to know. Oh, I had tried dating a few years ago,
with I mean, but none were even faintly enjoyable and nothing
untoward ever happened on them.
"Get out Greg, leave before..."
His hand reached down and grasped himself. "Your making this harder
upon yourself cuz - I may have to punish you!" Greg actually laughed
maliciously! Did he really think I wanted him? Have I ever given him
that impression? I really didn't see how.
Yet those last words caused my legs to go just a bit weak and I
stepped another foot back. "Punish me?" The laugh I barked out came
out more like a nervous gulp and obviously was not very convincing.
Greg stepped towards me. The only exit I had was the hallway leading
into the house but for some reason I stood my ground until he stood
proudly a foot before me. At least he withdrew his hand from his
crotch. Unfortunately he placed it upon my breast!
It squeezed just right, not too hard or soft. Nearly as well as if I
did it myself. That was the last straw, no matter how pleasant the
touch was I was not interested in a in that way, I swung about
with my arm and it threw his hand off my chest. I stood my ground and
glared at him.
Nearly my height, he was thinner than I. I had fended off a few
unwanted aggressive males in the last few years and found an offence
often better than a defence was better in these circumstances.
I saw an uncertain look pass Greg's eyes until it was replaced by a
new resolve. "Your not going to be able to sit for a week after I
finish spanking you cuz."
"Fuck you, bastard." Again the surprised and uncertain look. "Get
the fuck out."
He reached out for my wrist but I pulled it quickly from his grasp.
"You want it rough for our first time huh Shelly? You want me to tie
you up before I fuck your sexy body."
That was the last straw. This normally quiet and reserved woman
suddenly found the strength and anger to swing out bringing her shin
up into her cousins crotch. I had strong and slim legs that hit their
intended target with a powerful blow. Greg dropped suddenly his hands
cupping between his thighs and groaning loudly.
"Get out you fucking bastard!" I don't remember ever being as angry
as I had been that moment.
What he said next surprised me, "Your serious?"
I couldn't help it, and laughed. Of course I was serious, the bastard
really must think highly of himself not to take my kick in any way but
the reason it was intended. Did he confuse my reactions to his gentle
touches with his own fantasies?
"Get out Greg, I mean it!" Of course I did - but my cousin had to be
bluntly reminded it seemed.
Instead of retreating from me he suddenly dropped down upon the
hardwood floor with his face starting to turn red. He looked comic
and pathetic at that moment. I had never kicked a in his knockers
before and was surprised at the reaction. The smugness lasted only
moments before I saw my own cousin's face turn white.
Maternal instincts or simply that I cared enough about the teenager
seated before to forget his indiscretion, but it changed my anger to
worry. I was suddenly sorry for hurting him as bad as I seemed too
and I dropped to my knees next to him.
"Breath Greg! Do you need anything - water, hot compress...?"
He gasped out, "Air!" I jumped to the front door and opened it wide,
letting the fresh cool breeze enter the wide foyer.
I again knelt next to him and simply watched and waited. No matter
what ridiculous situation he placed me in, he was still my cousin. I loved him, no matter what.
It took several minutes before he returned to normal coloration and
his breathing no longer contained gasps. All that time he simply
watched me with a surprised eye without saying a word.
Then finally, "I'm sorry Shelly." He looked right into my eyes and I
could see the little that used to pester me, and my friends,
return. Gone was that lecher grin and strange glint in his
eye.
I wanted that apology and simply patted his arm.
"You like don't you?" If the situation had been different I
would have barked out laughing. Did he think, because I turned down
his aggressive suggestions that I simply did not like men? Besides it
wasn't so much a question and just an confirmation of his thoughts.
"Actually I don't." It came out so easily, and the words sounded
strange. None in my know of my sexual preferences and I
planned never to reveal them. I'm not even sure why I did it this
time.
"Wow, I'm sorry cuz." He started to stand back up and I helped him.
"I would never have... you know? If I knew."
I simply shrugged and helped to straighten his clothing. Finally the
question came to my lips, "Whatever the hell was on your mind Greg?"
He looked like he was about to retreat out the front door when he
stopped suddenly and look firmly in my direction. "Do you really wish
to know cuz? Because its a long and I'm not sure you will want
to hear about it?"
What could I say, it was like a challenge. No one was due home for
another couple of hours so I tried to sound non-chalant, "Sure."
We went back into the living room and Greg started his tale.
"It all started seven months ago... I think. It was just a few weeks
after the new year." He sat across from me and we were alone, but
Greg was practically whispering as he started this tale. "The first
time it took me by surprise."
"What was it?" I was getting in the mood for the consipirical
atmosphere Greg was creating with his tale.
"When my walked in on me when I was... you know? Masturbating."
I heard my own gasp and not for the first time wondered what type of
story this was going to be. Thankfully he ignored my surprise and
embarrassment. People in our just don't talk about anything
sexual, including masturbation. That was one of the reasons I was
able to keep my own lesbianism secret.
"I remember the stunned look on her face as she stood surprised and
open mouthed for almost a full minute. I was so embarrassed my dick
turned soft quicker than it takes to tell and I pulled the covers up
to my neck. I said, 'Mom I'm sorry.', but she only turned and left me
alone without one word."
Being I felt I had to add, "Its perfectly natural for a guy your
age to..."
He looked up amused, "For a few moments Shelly please just shut up."
It was said with such playful banter, the cousin that I had known all
my life, that I could do naught but smile and nod for him to continue.
Taking a deep breath he continued, "The next time..."
"Next time?" I blurted out, but placed both hands over my mouth and
he simply smiled and continued.
"...next time she must have been quieter as I didn't even notice her
standing in my doorway until I started to come upon my stomach. She
saw every detail and when I finally saw her I again freaked and pulled
the covers over my body. just left me alone without a word
again."
"I was very embarrassed but tried to bring it up later that day she
just smiled and then walked away. No word, nothing. So I then only
masturbated when the house was empty. About that time I started to
notice my as hanging around me more often, especial when I'm going
to bed. Then there was the looks I caught her giving me. Strange
looks, often at my crotch or ass. She also started to give me little
peeks of her own body, maybe a peek down the top of her sweater or a
few inches extra up her skirt."
I was starting to wonder if my cousin Greg didn't have a inflated ego?
I mean my aunt was as straight laced as they come. A prime and proper
woman that was head of her neighbourhood parish's woman's support
group. Yet, I listened, waiting for the flaw in my cousins logic - as
I assumed it was completely a lie.
"I've got to admit cuz, that I'm a very horny guy. I just can't
control myself sometimes." Greg chuckled to himself at that last
statement. "It was weeks after the last time I was caught in the act
and was again starting to feel like it was safe to jerk off when the
need hit and not just when the house was like a morgue. caught me
of course. At that time I had stopped noticing her hanging around but
heard her open my door and step in even while I lay naked stroking
myself."
This talk, so calmly spoken, about cocks and coming was starting to
make me feel just a little warm. Otherwise, I nodded for him to
continue.
"I don't know why I did it but I just watched her watch me as I
continued to beat off. She didn't move an inch or say a word that
whole time. The only emotion she showed was when she gasped when I
started to come. Then she practically ran from my room."
"The next night she again entered my room, standing watching me as I
lay in bed. I looked at her surprised and asked, 'What is it mom?'
She never said a word. It was like a test, as I pushed down my covers
and untied my pyjama bottoms. I wasn't sure what to think after the
night before but I learned a bit more when she just stood and stared
directly at my now uncovered cock."
I couldn't resist, "You masturbated again with her watching didn't
you?" If it wasn't a truthful then it was at least very hot and
imaginative.
Greg nodded, "Yea I did. It became a nightly ritual just before I
went to bed. would come into my room and wait and watch me
masturbate. When I was finished she would quickly leave the room
looking pale and trembling very slightly. I didn't know what to make
of the situation, but I knew I enjoyed it. So I started to toy with
her a little at a time. I'd turn out the lights and she would have to
come closer to see me as I jerked off. Or I would do it before my
desk so she would have to come further into my room to see my dick.
I'd jerk off facing the other side of the bed and she'd walk around,
so I'd roll to the other and would follow. Then one time I asked
her just after I finished onto my stomach, 'Don't leave yet mom, do
you want to watch me do it again?'"
I squirmed in my seat, "This was getting good", I thought. Though I
never believed it for one second.
"She stood facing my bedroom door for several long minutes, her body
trembling constantly. Then she turned around, probably because I was
making lots of the noises I often do when I jerk myself. had seen
enough to know the sound of my pleasure. What she did next surprised
me, she bundled up her dress and slide one hand under her skirt and
between her legs. Now she was giving me something to see, though I'm
not sure if she even noticed my eyes. Hers never came off my cock."
"I had never seen a woman outside of magazines before, and didn't even
know what she was doing at first. Then she pressed both her hands
between her legs and I could see how frantically they moved beneath
her skirt. Just when I thought it couldn't get much better, she
suddenly moved her hands quickly to her hips and pushed her down to her feet and stepped out of them. Then let herself fall
back against my bedroom door and her hands again attacked under her
skirt. I couldn't see anything, but god what a sight. I came almost
instantly."
"Mom just grasped out and watched as my second orgasm landed upon my
stomach. Then she again ran from my room. I noticed her still lay upon my carpet where they had fell down her legs."
The mental image of my Aunt Kay masturbating while looking at her
young teenage son was very sexy. Though I seriously doubted such a
thing happened I was about to let my cousin finish with his before I discredited him.
"The next night she returned as usual. As I started to stoke myself,
I suddenly remembered her and the smell that had been left on
them the day before so I stopped what I was doing and spoke up, 'Take
your off mother.' You should have seen her eyes cuz, but I
think I was the surprised one when she faced my door and lifted her
skirt to reach under and pull her down her legs. She pulled
them off and I asked before they hit the ground, 'Toss it to me mom.'"
"It was the first time I had pushed the limits of this new adventure
and she had done exactly as I asked. As I caught her I wondered
what else she would do for me. 'Put your hands between your legs like
yesterday mom.' She did and I took a sniff of her crotch much
to her horror and surprise. Then I did what I had done so well up to
that point, I jerked off, but this time with playing with herself
at the same time. When I was finished I tossed her back to her
and she scrambled to leave."
"The next couple of nights were much the same, with me asking for her
panty and I jerking off. Only, I didn't have to ask her to play with
herself at the same time, her hands could not get enough of that place
between her legs. From the moment she stepped into my room to the
moment she left, she never said a word but she always had at least one
hand up under her skirt. Then one night I accidentally shot my come
upon her and I was embarrassed when I threw it back. Only I saw
that she shivered more violently as she held her and tried to
retreat from my room. Of course, I then used her soiled to
then cleaned my messes up then she would leave as before."
"As you can see I liked to test the limits sometimes. Hot and just
about to shoot I then asked, 'Lift your skirt mom, I want to see what
your hands are doing.' She did and as soon as I saw her dark
brown I started to shoot all over the crotch of her that I
had on my lap. held her dress up there for me waiting for her
panty before so she could leave. She had one hand tucked between her
white thighs and I could see two fingers moving in and out of the
bush. I must have watched her for five minutes until I eventually
threw her back her soiled panty. 'Don't leave yet mom', just as she
turned to exit my room. 'You forgot to put your back on.' didn't say a word, she didn't show any emotion, all she did was breath
heavily, shiver violently and start to pull her up her shapely
legs. When she was again clothed she made a hasty exit."
"That was the end of the voyeur stage."
"You mean there is more?"
He smirked, "Much more. I told you it was a long story."
I shifted in my seat, though not to get comfortable. I also crossed
my arms, hiding my hardened nipples that poked aggressively against my
shirt.
Greg continued, "The next day while she was alone in the kitchen doing
dishes I came up behind her. She saw me and I motioned her to be
silent, then I started to lift the back of her skirt. I half expected
her to stop me, this was so outside of the boundaries that seemed to
be set between us. And when she didn't I began to wonder what the
boundaries actually were, perhaps there wasn't any. never moved
or said a word as I held her skirt to her waist and studied her covered bum. 'Hold your skirt up mom.' She looked behind me to see
if I was serious then she did as I asked."
"I didn't know what to do with her, my and were just in
the other room and this was so beyond anything I ever imagined. A bit
worried to be interrupted I just knelt down behind her and then lifted
the leg of her to kiss her one ass cheek."
"It was one the most enjoyable moments of my life. I also noticed
that shivered violently when my lips touched her skin but she
never moved an inch."
Greg actually laughed heartily while he seemed to be engrossed about
something. Possibly the image that he conjured up for himself.
"Of course I had to go further. Isn't that was its all about -
pushing the limits and finding out what just how far we are able to
go? I pull her roughly down to her knees and then pulled apart
her ass cheeks. I don't even remember why I did it, just that it was
something else, something new that I hadn't tried with her yet. And
there before me was the crack of her bum. There were light hairs
running down to the place between her legs and the skin around her bum
hole was dark brown. At first I thought it was dirty but when I saw
that tiny round muscle suddenly clench I actually laughed out and
moved closer to see if it was dirty. Probably I was feeling playful,
this was all new to me then, and tentatively kissed that clenching
hole."
I couldn't take much more and I saw that Greg even noticed my obvious
discomfort. "Is this going to take much longer?"
"No, I guess not. The rest is really much the same. I continued to
experiment and try different things out with my mom, and she never
once stopped me. In fact, if she ever spoke it was to beg for more!"
"Your joking?" I really didn't mean it as a question but that was how
he took my statement.
He laughed before answering, "No I'm very serious cuz. I do anything
I want with my and she loves every second. In fact she is my
slave."
"Your what?" I sat forward amazed at what I had just listened to.
That final statement was too much to believe. My aunt was not
unattractive - she is slightly overweight, with large and
hips. I have never known her not to have her long dark brown hair
pulled tight against her head. She was often opinionated and firm but
always kind in her own way. Aunt Kay always wore dresses for as long
as I could remember, and I had noticed her shapely calves and soft
thick thighs as I grew up - before I realized the term I would come to
know myself as. The first thing a person notices about my aunt was
her eyes, they were kind of cold.
My cousins words that put the image of my aunt Kay naked and begging
for him just didn't make sense. It was unbelievable and I just had to
call Greg's bluff. I didn't know what game he was playing but I
believed it was time to set him in his place.
"That is a very nasty fantasy you had told me Greg." I couldn't be
too blunt could I?
"It wasn't a fantasy. Its true - I fucked her last night after dad
went to bed. She does anything I say - loves being my slave."
I wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face.
"Your slave? What the hell is that - does she clean your room or make
you dinner? Some mothers do that anyway Greg."
"She already did that before but no, I meant, she is my sexual slave.
You don't believe me do you cuz?" I politically nodded no. "Well I
have pictures...", he started to dig into his back pocket pulling out
his wallet, "...here."
I caught the small clear plastic that emerged from his wallet. A cold
fear took my heart before I even fanned out the tiny images. It
couldn't be real but Greg certainly believed it.
Looking down at the first photo it hit me like a physical blow to the
head - there looking back at me was my aunt Kay. All you could see
was her large dark eyes looking right at a while a man's cock
was half inside her mouth. It was definitely my aunt. "Oh my god!"
"Go ahead cuz, look at them all."
I did. The next was one where my aunt was laying upon a bed,
my cousins bed. She was curled up in a fetal position but she was
completely naked with her full peaking out of her folded arms.
The third was from her navel to her face, it showed several
off white pools of what could only be sperm blotch-ed upon her huge
naked and jaw. The fourth was her kneeling on her living room
floor, naked of course, with her wide round ass raised high. The pale
skin of her bottom was very and a belt was draped across her back.
Obviously my strict aunt had just been punished. The fifth was again on my cousin's bed, Aunt Kay was holding her own knees
almost to her bosom exposing her crotch totally. Exposed was what
could only be a large carrot sticking out of her rectum, a look of
enjoyment on my aunt's face. The last was the most
convincing. Nothing special really, just my aunt Kay tied
spread-eagled to her own large bed. On her face was again the pools
of come, some of which was sliding between her lips. But behind the
bed was a mirror, and reflected in it was my cousin Greg, naked with a
camera up to his face as he took the picture.
It was all real!
My cousin Greg was fucking his own mother, my aunt Kay. I looked
again and again at all the photos. My body was extremely excited and
I knew I was trembling.
Greg remained quiet and simply watched me. He of course would not
notice my obvious excitement.
Finally, he broke the silence. "That, is what I wanted to do with
you." I looked up stunned, having only half heard his words and saw
him nod towards the photos in my hand.
"You wanted me to be your slave?" My voice sounded very rough in my
own ears, as my mouth was dry and my body trembled frantically. I
could not believe what I had just heard and witnessed. "Is your not enough?"
Greg laughed lightly and his brow furled as if he was thinking. Then
he finally answered, "Since she first started to watch me jerk off, I
have been testing how far I could push the limits with my mom. I
thought it would be cool if the three of us could have sex."
That got me trembling violently for several seconds before I forced
myself and my breathing to calm. I wasn't even sure why I was having
a physical reaction.
"I didn't know you didn't like cuz. I'm sorry."
I just had to ask, "What did you have planned for me Greg?"
He smiled and looked down at the pictures still in my lap. "I was
going to start slow." I handed the small stack of photos back, as
they seemed to distract me too much. "But I eventually wanted to do
anything with the two of you."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
"Like?" I sat forward, anxious to hear him tell me exactly what his
plan had been for a submissive cousin and mother.
"I wanted to fuck you."
I nodded. Of course that is what he wanted to do, after all that
happened, I would have been surprised if hadn't said that.
"And I wanted to have you and at the same time. I think that
would be cool!" His youthful excitement was showing again.
"You mean both your and I with you?"
His head nodded, his enthusiasm showing. "Ya." His eyes glinted into
my own.
"Did you ever want to watch your and I have sex?" Now where did
that come from I thought. My body trembled even more violently.
Greg actually frowned, and I knew he had not thought about it. Yet,
at that moment, I knew it was why I was trembling why my sex felt like
hot liquefied metal as it burned my flesh around it.
I wanted to be Greg, I wanted to have a woman as my slave!
Believe me when I tell you that I've never fantasized or considered
such a thing before. And I also knew that not any woman would excite
me as a slave, but a very specific woman. I'll explain later.
My cousin did finally stop frowning and his head bobbed quickly, "God
that would be great cuz! Wow. Would you do that?"
I took a deep breath and realized my body was slowly coming back under
control. The reason, because I had analysed the passionate images and
feelings running through my blood and I wasn't about to let any
adolescent control my fantasy. I shrugged, "Even with those
photos its hard to believe Aunt Kay was your slave Greg." I
concentrated on my breathing, as to slow my rapid heartbeat.
He looked a little surprised, after his and the photos, that I
would still dispute his claims. In truth, though it was rather a
difficult concept to believe, I did indeed. Or perhaps, I just wanted
to believe, for my own selfish reasons.
Before he could start trying to convince me I spoke up, "I have to see
it with my own eyes or its just too unbelievable."
"Sure." He was beaming again, it was obvious he was rather interested
that I believe him. "Why not before church Sunday?"
Before church? Even that nasty voice inside me that wanted this to
happen, felt like dominating my aunt on Sunday was going just a little
far. Just to confirm my own resolutions, Greg added, "I like to feel
her up at church and I make sure she never goes with on."
I almost started to tremble again. Thank goodness I again controlled
myself.
It wasn't enough, I had to take the initiative, I stood. "How about
right now?"
"Right now?" He looked a little surprised, good.
There was something oddly exciting about what I was going through just
then. I wanted my aunt to be my slave, to do anything I request of
her. I wanted to have photos of her slutty actions in my purse to be
pulled out and shown off at a whim. It was such an alien and exciting
feeling I as undergoing and wanted to fulfil every delicious urge.
"She will just be getting home about now."
"So?" I really liked keeping him off-balance, as cocky as he had been
earlier.
He stood, "Okay cuz, but she doesn't expect us."
I started to walk towards the door, hearing him follow. "That's how I
want it Greg."
I drove.
We only had to wait about three minutes before Aunt Kay walked through
the door and into her own home. My knees were quivering
uncontrollably as Greg yelled out, "Hello?"
"Hi dear, its just me. Oh, hi Shelly." I was about to answer but my
cousin quickly asked.
"Mom, is Leeza supposed to be home soon?"
His threw her coat over the edge of the couch and dropped her
purse on top of that. "No, doesn't she have band after school today?"
I couldn't see but heard her kick off her heels. "Why what's up
honey?"
Greg smiled towards me then answered, "Just making sure we have some
time alone. Shelly doesn't believe your my sex slave."
As soon as he finished his sentence, I saw all the colour drain from
my Aunt's face. Even with her makeup it was obvious what her son just
said startled her very much. She suddenly stood very still and looked
down at her coat before her, in what I thought was embarrassment. But
at the time, I was wrong, it was submission.
Greg pushed it though, "Well mom, tell her?"
Aunt Kay looked up and briefly caught my eye before again lowering her
eyes. She didn't say a word and I looked at Greg in what felt like
amusement. Though, to be truthful I was far too nervous to be amused.
That was when my cousins voice changed, ever so slightly. "Tell her."
She looked up one last time, glaring with anger into her sons eyes
before looking again at her jacket. In a very demur voice she said,
"Greg is my master."
My whole body shivered when she finished her short statement. Not
only was it real, but this strong willed woman whom had been a stern
disciplinary in my life submitted to her son's wishes. To the point
of humiliating herself.
My was on fire.
Greg turned to me in triumph, "Well?" He was beaming, and for once I
didn't begrudge that toothy grin of his.
"I want her."
I didn't actually mean to say that out loud but my cousin looked at me
startled as well as excited. He replied to my statement, "I want to
watch."
Looking directly at his mother, and simply nodded my head
affirmatively. It just didn't matter any longer, my blood was boiling
with desire.
"Go to your room mom." I watched as my Aunt looked up briefly,
directly into her sons eyes before retreating to the other end of the
house. I could not read that look. Greg turned back to me, "I guess
you believe me now?"
I was not about to give into that smirk and boyish charm but what I
had witnessed was startling. Perhaps it was just a new part of me
that I was just now discovering. I stood upon my shaky knees and
started to follow my aunt to her room. I could hear my cousin follow
behind me, silently and I could imagine the wide grin that he must be
wearing.
The bedroom door opened, and of course I knew which room my aunt slept
in. First thing that I noticed when I opened the door, was that smell
that you notice from peoples bedrooms - faint perfume mixed with
stale unknown odours. The next was my aunt seated at the edge of her
bed, shapely legs crossed and her hands clenched upon her lap.
She stared past me and directly to her son.
Pausing only for a second I entered that private room and stood a mere
meter before Aunt Kay, "Take your clothes off." I could feel some
resolve of new strength enter into my limbs half way through that
simple statement. Yet, my voice still shook slightly.
She frowned and sent a piercing gaze towards her son, behind me. I
snapped, "Don't look at him - you do what I say!" My aunt's eyes spun
back to me and she met my gaze firmly. It was a look I had been
familiar with years ago, as a teenager in trouble. Only this
time, things were different - everyone in that room knew it.
"Loosen your hair." Her dark brown hair was long and naturally wavy
but had always been pulled back into some type of bun for as long as I
could remember. Looking into my eyes her hands suddenly unclasped and
went behind her head to undo the pins holding her hair tight.
I felt heated energy shoot through my sex at her response to my
request. The surge of power flowed through me, and I revelled in its
euphoria.
As the first tendrils of hair started to cascade down her back I again
repeated my first demand, "Then I want you to take your clothes off."
This time her eyes softened and her gaze lowered to my feet.
Now I knew what my cousin had felt when he discovered her silent
submissiveness. Without a word she followed whatever was directed to
her.
Her slightly quivering fingers slowly undid the front buttons of her
floral dress. Starting at her neck and moving one at a time down.
Soon I saw the wide white brassiere and the tops of her fleshy upper
chest. The buttons ended about her navel and she wiggled her
shoulders out of the arms. Then, finally, my aunt Kay lifted her
bottom slightly, just long enough to push her dress past her hips and
down to her thighs.
Suddenly I saw more of this woman, that had infrequently been in my
fantasies, than ever before. So proper, so well groomed was this
woman that I barely ever saw a bit of fleshy thigh beneath her dress.
At least till that day.
Her dress, laying discarded about her ankles did not leave her naked.
In fact, aunt Kay was still fully covered by her undergarments. Her
slip was next to follow the dress. She sat slightly trembling and
silent with only her white bra and white beneath her tan
coloured nylons. Her midriff had a small white roll of flesh,
attesting to her years of soft living. Yet, I barely noticed that as
I devoured the sight of her.
Unfortunately that was when my cousin decided to speak up. "Mom, I
told you never to wear those ugly nylons - I'm going to have to punish
you later."
I watched his to see her reaction, half expecting her to turn
back to her son, I was surprised when she only stiffened and then
slowly reached behind her back for the bra hooks. I took that time to
turn to my cousin on my left flank, "Shut the fuck up Greg." I was
surprised at the venom in my voice - but I had meant what I said.
When I turned back, Aunt Kay was looking up at me also surprised. Her
bra hanging limply still on her shoulders. "Show me your auntie." I never called her "auntie" and we both knew I was mocking
her.
The wide white shoulder straps slipped down her arms and fell to the
floor with her dress and slip. Her were the largest I had
ever seen and I licked my lips in anticipation. My aunt seemed to
look up at me to see my reaction, both her arms pressing together
before her - pushing the fleshy mounds together deliciously. My aunt
was not the prim and proper woman that everyone seemed to know - in
fact I was certain she was a submissive slut and knew full well how
sexy she looked to me at that moment. I doubted my eyes could hide
the lust I felt for her just then.
I recovered my astonished desire with another firm command, "Now the
rest."
Greg was right, the nylons did little to highlight the rather
attractive features of his mothers lower body. In fact, I could
almost envision her shapely full legs encased in black stockings. It
was a very sexy image. Nor were the wide white sexy in the
least and the quicker I got her naked, I decided, the better.
Aunt Kay hooked both her thumbs into the material on either side of
her hips and pushed down while stooping forwards slightly. Both her
panty and the nylons resisted but then slipped down her pale skin to
her upper thighs. I barked, "Off, I want you naked."
She moved quicker and finally her feet kicked off the last garment
from her body. My aunt sat naked looking into my eyes almost as if to
say, "I know you want me."
"Stand up away from the bed." I stepped back to give her room. Aunt
Kay stood up and a foot from the bed, watching my eyes watch her. We
both knew the hunger that I they had for her flesh.
"What do you command of me Shelly?"
The question was a bit of a surprise, then I saw her grin. The same
one that her son wore when he thought he was seducing me hours ago.
Taking a single step forwards I stood with my eyes boring into hers.
"Listen carefully Aunt Kay, Greg has given you to me for as long as I
wish", not really true but I didn't much care at that moment, "and
that means you will call me 'mistress' but only when spoken too. Do
you understand slave?" I spoke that last word so harshly that I saw
the look of submission enter into her gaze. It was a thrilling and
exciting sight.
"Yes Mistress."
"Good, I do not wish to punish you slut." She jerked at that last
word but didn't move. I reached forward and for the first time
touched a woman in a dominant manner, and my Aunt in a sexual manner,
for the first time. My hand cupped beneath her full and lifted
it in my cupped palm. "I would much rather spend my time doing more
enjoyable things. Wouldn't you?"
"Yes Mistress." She didn't sound too sure, so I gave her nipple a
rough squeeze. Aunt Kay winced and her knees wobbled slightly but
never broke her silence.
"Excellent." Turning my head I saw that my cousin Greg was rubbing
the outside of his pants and the bulge was obvious. Of course I
ignored it. "Greg, do me a favour and go find a razor, shaving cream,
water, and a towel please?"
He looked surprised but nodded and quickly turned and left.
"Now slut, get your ass back on that bed and spread your legs real
wide." She moved slowly but efficiently as she turned about and
crawled into the middle of her own bed. Ending up spread wide, giving
me a generous view of her hairy brown sex.
I remembered her son, and thought to keep her off balance, "Have you
ever had sex with another woman slut?"
She was watching me intently, "No mistress." Good, I wanted to be her
first. In fact, this would be my first, first dominant sexual moment
I mean. This woman who balked at swear words when I was would
do any sexual thing I wished.
I moved between her legs and bent her knees up and away from her. Her
sex was spread before me, moisture already evident. I've never seen
so much hair between a woman's legs before. Greg returned and placed
the items next to me while watching the scene rather greedy.
You know what I did then - I slowly and carefully shaved every hair
from between my aunts legs. From the base of her tail bone, over her
ass and all the way to her belly button. When I was
done, it was very smooth. Aunt Kay had been very nervous with the
razor around certain areas, but when I was finished her sex was
practically flowing with her sexual spend. And my aunt was thrusting
her crotch towards me at every lightly tough of my fingertips.
Greg was grinning when I looked over to see if he approved of my
handiwork. I always enjoyed my sexual partners to have short pubic
hair or none at all. I've never been sure why this is. Obviously my
cousin thought my work was very fine.
I stood back up next to the bed and took a deep breath. It was nearly
time. To get naked I mean. I've never really been naked in a man's
presence before and was feeling a touch shy. I knew Greg could not
help but appraise me as he must do with other ladies. But at that
moment, I just didn't care. I took one last look at him before taking
a deep breath and starting.
Kay was watching me intently as I quickly disrobed. Her eyes watching
my swaying and my finely trimmed hair. Her mouth was
partially opened and her tongue was running over her lips slowly.
Yet, she had not moved, her legs still spread wide, her knees bent.
My aunt was a submissive, that I no longer doubted. I had considered
letting her disrobe me, but I didn't want that luxury. In fact, what
I wanted right then was hard fast fucking. I wanted my aunt's tongue
to shove itself into my very wet overheated cunt, her teeth to nibble
upon my labia, her finger to pierce my ass hole. I was in no mood to
fool about with clothing.
Greg gasped when I stood naked, my flank towards him. Just because I
was a doesn't mean I wasn't attractive. I may hide beneath
nondescript clothing and caring little for fashion or style - my few
lovers all considered me very sexy in a natural sort of way. My aunt,
she just devoured me with her eyes, her spread sex telling the tail of
her excitement. When I the last stitch of clothing came from my body
my aunt started to tremble - revealing her desire for me.
"Now cunt," I climbed up onto the double bed and knelt next to her
head, her eyes piercing my trimmed pubic hair, "time to eat your
mistress's pussy!" I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face
sideways into my sex. Her legs dropped down and her arms quickly
encircled my hips to hold me tightly against her. I immediately felt
her tongue snake out and crush my clitoris in a non-subtle but
desperate desire that showed just how excited she was becoming.
Now, I'm not embarrassed to admit it didn't take long at all for me to
orgasm upon that virgin tongue. In fact, its a testament to how
passionate I truly was. I kept my eyes open up until the last seconds
before my explosion, watching my aunt's face and mouth as she
frantically ate at my sexual buffet.
When finally it happened, it sort of hit into my sex, into my stomach
and up my spin like a physical blow. It may have been the most
explosive, intense, orgasm of my life. I can't remember how violently
I jerked upon my aunt's pretty face, or when I fell over her, crushing
her face with my sex. I remember feeling electrical bolts shooting up
my spin, of feeling each muscle in my body quivering frantically, and
feeling like I could not breath any longer. I may have even passed
out for a few seconds.
I again became conscious of my surroundings several seconds later. My
body was laying upon my aunt's head. I could feel her arms holding me
firmly, holding me with my quivering sex right above her mouth. All
through my intense orgasm, she had not stopped assaulting my clitoris
with her tongue - so when I awoke from my daze, my sensitive sex
started to again rise my excitement level.
Slowly I moved, raising my torso until I kneeled above Aunt Kay's
face, still trying to slow my breathing. I could feel the rough
treatment of my aunt's tongue, moments before it was exactly what I
desired, but now I wanted something different. Slower and softer.
Holding head against the bed, I rolled off her. My aunt still had her
mouth wide and her tongue sticking out. She looked positively
delicious. Better than any fantasy that I have ever enjoyed. I
couldn't help it, I wiggled down until I lay next to her and my face
close to hers. I started to lap at her face, my tongue licking my
abundant juices from her pale skin.
Aunt Kay's eyes opened and she looked very sexy, desirous as she
watched me clean her. I loved the taste of my own juices, especially
off the skin of a lover.
Moments later, I pried her mouth wide with my tongue and then when her
own slide against mine - I suddenly it into my mouth. One
girlfriend, years ago, told me when I a tongue like this, I did
it like one would suck a cock. Well, I've no experience in the latter
- but know what a thrill it was to suck upon a tongue that still
tasted like my cunt.
"Good slave." I whispered. My Aunt Kay, surprised me by cooing and
pulling me closer against her naked skin. Evidently she enjoyed our
short time together nearly as much as I did.
That was when I felt a presence, my cousin Greg of course. I turned
my head, along with Aunt Kay, and saw him sitting naked stroking his
hard cock. Now, I've never seen a man's organ before, and this
interested me only as far as it was something different or new.
Though next to me, I could feel my aunt quiver at the sight of it and
her hairless pelvis grind up into my hip.
My hand snaked down to her full fleshed sex mound and immediately
started to strum upon her labia. Her hips moved rhythmically up and
down as my fingers sliced through her folds. Again and again she
moved, until her hips quivered none too elegantly as her body strived
for release. My mouth moved down and suckled a wide tan nipple,
roughly nibbling and tonguing its wrinkled surface. I could feel her
rapidly advancing excitement and knew it would not be long before she
too enjoyed an orgasm.
So, I pulled my mouth from that wide nipple and my fingers from her
sex. My aunt cried out when she saw my malicious smile and knew it
would be a while longer until she enjoyed an orgasm.
I slid my dripping wet fingers one at a time into my aunt's mouth, and
she closed her eyes and upon each digit as I imagined she did
for her son's cock. The sheer energy and excitement she placed in
each finger caused a little jealously to arise in me towards Greg.
It wasn't enough, I wanted to feel more dominance towards this woman.
I wanted to cause her to scream out in desire for me, to cry out in
pain and pleasure. I pulled away from her finally and commanded her,
"On your knees slut."
Aunt Kay scrambled to comply, her submission enough in the
bedroom to actually feel. She was the toy, the slut, the whore, the
son-fucker, niece-licker and all in the room knew it. It was the
position everyone wanted her to be in. We all gained some form of
pleasure from my aunt's submission and I felt a surge of sexual lust
pulse through my sex knowing that.
She had been in this position before, she knelt upon the bed facing
her son with an exciting but familiar air about it. My aunt, naked
pressed one side of her face into the bed with her shoulders and hands
balancing her. Her knees were spread rather wide which caused her sex
to flower open deliciously behind her. Her round ass, raised high
looked delicious, inviting, and was accentuated by her arched back. I
stole another look towards my cousin and saw him shifting in his
chair, and realized something was going on between the two. Something
unspoken.
Then it hit me, my aunt was seducing her son without ever saying a
word or going against my commands. Her raised ass facing her son was
no mistake, her flowered wet pulsated directly at Greg as if
calling it towards her. My cousin, looked like he was about to lunge
towards his mothers ass - cock in hand would probably lead the way.
I had to deflect his attention, if only for a second. "Greg, can you
go get me two of your fathers ties?"
His head snapped up comically and he nodded affirmatively. While I
waited, I pulled my aunt's hands down from her shoulders to her side.
He came in and I couldn't help but smile from the way his penis was
bobbing before him. In his hands were two of his fathers expensive
silk ties. He watched very excitedly as I took one and bound his
mothers wrist and then to her ankle, doing the same to the other ankle
and wrist. Aunt Kay was effectively tied with her hands next to her
feet - forcing her to stay in this position for as long as I wished
it.
Greg was standing so close to me that I started to feel uncomfortable,
his prick was mere inches from my shoulder and I truly did not want
him making any advances upon me. So, I moved about until I sat behind
my aunt's raised bottom.
It really was an attractive ass. Very white skin, smooth with light
nearly invisible hairs over it. Her bottom was as the rest of her,
full figured, soft and fleshy but very well proportioned. I
remembered a part of Greg's earlier tale, about spreading his mothers
ass cheeks and kissing her anus. I saw why he found this part of her
exciting - it really was a very attractive part of her. To me, it was
her second most appealing feature - her legs being first.
I needn't pull her cheeks apart, with her position they were naturally
spread apart. I felt compelled to kiss that tiny clenching muscle,
her dark pink anus, and leaned forwards and placed my lips upon her
round rose. She groaned at my touch. That only prompted me to not
draw away and to slip my tongue out of my mouth and press directly at
the centre of that tight muscle. She pressed back at me as I forced
my tongue into her ass.
It was so naughty, so delicious that I felt heated moisture flow
through my sex. My hand stole down between my legs and I stroked
myself as my tongue very slowly gained ground by digging into Aunt
Kay's ass hole. This was much further than my dreams have ever
progressed, much naughtier than even I could imagine. I loved it.
When I felt that her excitement was reaching a peak I drew back, and
watched her shoulders tremble in expectation and frustration. I
planned on torturing my aunt in a way I knew we would both enjoy.
Leaning over, my tongue trailed from her clitoris to her anus before
sitting back to again taste the juices upon my lips. Yet, that one
quick lick was nearly enough to send my aunt over the edge. I could
hear her sobs of frustration as she wiggled about her bottom, as if it
was searching for my tongue. It would not be that easy.
Aunt Kay was my slave right now, a slave to my desires, not to her
own. I would not be like my cousin who could be controlled simply be
revealing a little ass. I would have her so desperate that she would
do anything for that final orgasm.
I slipped a finger into her splayed out vagina. It went in easily, as
her was well lubricated and it was also rather loose. Her
moisture was running down past my fingers and past my wrist, I've
never seen so much female spend. I realized, the inside of Aunt Kay's
thighs were slick with it, that there was even two little puddles on
the bedspread just inside each knee. I leaned over and licked the
glossy juicy from each thigh, licking slowly and with a patient
tongue.
I finally spoke to my cousin, "Your slutty slave sure has a wet cunt."
I liked the nasty sound of my own voice, words I've never even used
with respect to a sexual encounter before.
He continued to stroke his cock but laughed lightly, "I like it."
I continued the game, "How often do you get to fuck the slut?"
Greg caught on and he eyed his groaning mother's clenched face then
back to my two fingers plunging in and out of her super wet sex. "As
often as I can. Nearly every day."
"That's it? With a easy slut like this for a slave, I think I'd fuck
her every chance I could get."
He chuckled, "Its not always easy getting privacy..."
I shrugged, knowing what he meant. Privacy from his and
sister. "Maybe they'd like to join you?" I didn't really mean it,
but was playing a verbal game. But I felt my aunt tense up upon my
finger and then groan deeply, I knew she liked the idea. While my
cousin looked wide eyed at me for a few moments as if this was a new
idea that he'd never imagined. I changed the subject, "Would you go
get me a leather belt Greg?"
He smiled then retreated to comply. I felt Aunt Kay tense up again
from hearing my words and anticipating what was to come next. I slide
a third finger into her loose wet and pressed my thumb against
her relaxed ass hole. Her accepted the three fingers easily
but the ass took a few seconds before it relaxed enough to enable the
thumb to enter up to the first knuckle.
Greg returned and I retired from my position, pulling my fingers from
my aunt's body, and took the leather belt. We all knew what was
about to happen, what that belt was for. My aunt was breathing very
rapidly and deeply, her upper body trembling with what I imagined was
desire and fear.
Her ass, if you had not figured it out, was about to get a whipping.
For years, she had been the authority behind my own strapping or
punishments. As a kid she was often the one to suggest punishment to
my parents. Though, rarely was I stuck, I was often humiliated just
the same.
I didn't even say a word, but just stood back from the bed and brought
the belt up, paused, then spun it down rapidly. The crack that
reverberated about the room surprised even me. Aunt Kay jerked
violently and other than a groan and a sharp cry, never said a word.
While Greg, just gasped, "Fucking cool." The inch wide leather left a
deep welt upon that pale smooth skin, and I knew it must burn
terribly.
Again the belt descended and my aunt jerked in her bonds. Then again
and again. I flailed her raised white ass until it was a mass of welts and glowing burning skin. I must admit, I could never have
undergone such punishment without screaming out in either pain or
humiliation. Yet, Aunt Kay did, and to my amazement, the juices
flowing from her sex were more abundant - if that was even possible.
Lifting a leg I pressed my foot against my aunt's shoulder and forced
her over onto her side. Her eyes looked into mine, pleading with me,
but only caused another pleasure bolt to strike into my sex. "Onto
your back slave." I enjoyed her awkward movement as she forced
herself upon her back.
One more time the belt flew. This time landing upon the large round
breasts, exactly along each nipple. This time my aunt did scream out
in pain and I smiled finally. That single scream was enough that now my other desire could be attended too. Namely my super
excited cunt.
Dropping the belt I pounced upon my aunt's face, my sex quickly coming
in contact with her lips. I knelt above her, rubbing my fuzzy over her face, but wanting her tongue. I reached down to those wide
brown nipples, with the welts to the white skin on either side of
them and pinched them harshly. That was enough incentive for her to
open her mouth and I soon felt the tongue dive deeply into my folds.
I rode that tongue like a small cock. Whenever it retreated, I would
twist a nipple and it would return, with a little groan to vibrate my
nether lips. Up and down, side to side, I thrashed mindlessly upon
that face. She was my sex toy, my slave and I was determined to enjoy
her fully. She could not move, her hands bound to her ankles, her
legs bent up to her chest and forced apart. It was a position of
advantage, at least for me.
Through slitted eyes, I saw that glistening bald sex below me and a
new hunger entered into me. I was impassioned, near mindless except
for my own pleasures. I dropped down upon the soft body of my aunt,
my mouth immediately coming into contact with the wet hot inner labia.
I her inner lips into my mouth and felt Aunt Kay do the same to
me. Then I slide my tongue deep into her and she also did the
same. I was in heaven, near mindless as a person could get.
I was harshly upon her clitoris as she was doing the same,
when I felt it for the first time in my life. A blunt object
fumbled about my folds before finding and pressing in. It didn't
register at first, but I groaned out with a new and very exciting
feeling.
Just remembering back to that moment, causes my sex to wetten and
little shivers to run up my spine. The feeling was beyond my
experience but was exquisite. The pole moved deliciously back
and forth within me, and seemed to fill me up fully. I can even
remember how my sex seemed to cling to the object as if not wanting it
to pull from my confines.
You, of course, know exactly what it is. Greg, my horny teenage
cousin could not control his hormones any longer and saw a new raised
bottom and his cock lead the way. At that time, not even realizing
what was going on behind me, I loved it. I hate to admit it nor would
I let my cousin know, but I loved every second of it. It was the most
intense sexual feeling I've ever felt. That fumbling frantic tongue
and the hard thrusting cock, all moving to pleasure me.
I came in great waves. Each spasm causing my body to thrash about and
my squeals to reverberate the walls of the room. I felt a wash of
warm wetness flood my depths and it caused another orgasm to shoot
through my body. Then the mouth beneath me bit into my clitoris and
another orgasm ran through my body. A finger pressed firmly into my
anus and that sharp pained intrusion caused another orgasm to jerk
through me.
I lay in a sweaty heap between two other sweaty bodies. My muscles
did not work any longer and quivered uncontrollably. I lay content
within the after glow of my first multiple orgasm. Every inch of my
body seemed to be flowing its energy towards my still spasming sex. I
was exhausted and my mind stayed in a haze for many long minutes.
Not realizing it then, but knowing it now, all three of us came at the
same moment. In a terrific triple mind blowing explosion. I wonder
if such a thing will ever happen again - I doubt it.
What caused my foggy mind to return to the present was the feeling of
that object, still inside my vagina, start to again grow. That
was when I knew what it was.
I flew forward until I stood at the foot of the bed looking back at
the scene of debauchery I had just left. Greg knelt just over his
mothers forehead and his balls rested upon the bridge of her nose.
Her tongue was licking the underside of his glistening cock as he
looked surprised at me. I hated myself at that moment, disgusted at
what I had just enjoyed. A cock, a man's fuck toy had given me
pleasure. I was confused, a little scared and questioned everything
that I thought I believed towards men.
Retreating a few steps, my exhaustion didn't leave me enough energy to
stand for very long, I sat down upon the chair Greg had sat in
earlier. I watched amazed and a little excited as Greg tilted his
mothers face back and inserted his tool into her mouth. He pumped his
hips, pressing his tool in and out of her mouth and throat while two
fingers slipped down between her thighs and finger fucked her wet sex.
I imagined that pumping tool inside me, how it felt several moments
ago and I felt a shiver of disgust and desire wash through me.
Greg moved about until he knelt between his mothers spread thighs and
easily inserted himself into her sex. Then began a rushed pounding
that Aunt Kay seemed to enjoy very much as her son fucked her roughly.
It took several moments, of which, I felt my mind was still in a hazy
dream, until the both of them orgasmed yet again and Aunt Kay's
screams of pleasure finally woke me up.
Later, as I headed towards the door to my cousin's home, I threatened
him never to speak what happened in that room to anyone - especially
to me. He looked a bit confused and a little amused but he agreed.
Greg also offered me the use of his mother, anytime I wished. And to
be honest, I took him up on the offer several times - but never with
him even in the same room.
That was three months ago. Like some kind of kinky dream it all is to
me now. Yet it happened. Each time I visit with my cousin and his
mother, I'm always reminded. The last time was Christmas, when my
aunt knelt before me and licked me to orgasm in the bathroom as
everyone else was singing carols in the next room.
Well, enough about my Aunt Kay and my cousin Greg, this really isn't a
story about them. Have you guessed what its about yet? Why I felt so
attracted to having a slave kneel to me? No?
Well, this is only to explain why I feel such a forbidden
dominance, such a desire that I seduced and feel dominance towards a
woman who happens also to be my mother. So this is about my new
slave, my slut licking whore, my darling mother.
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