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 Home Is Where the Heart Is.(mFFgb, incest, reluctant, implied ped)

   Author's Note: This is a work of fiction.  It is meant for entertainment
only.  The author does not condone sexual relationships of any nature with
underage girls or child abuse of any kind.



   The first time Andy walked in on me taking a bath he claimed it was an
accident.  I accepted his explanation because I wanted to believe that was
all it was.  Just an innocent little accident.  I locked the door the next
time I took a bath.  So when he walked in on me again I knew it was
deliberate.  But I was in denial and refused to believe that my son wanted
to see his mother naked.  I asked him what the hell he was doing and he
told me he had to pick the lock.  He acted like he was angry that I had
locked the door.  He told me to never do it again.  He said he had heard a
"strange noise" and thought I was in trouble or something.  Like I might be
drowning.  How could I yell at him for wanting to save my life?  Except
Andy just stood there leering at me.  He could see my whole body since I
had run out of my favorite bubble bath.  Except I distinctly remembered
buying a new bottle the day before.  My bathwater was as clear as if I was
soaking in a shallow mountain stream.

   Please leave, I asked my son.  He didn't.  He said he needed to stay and
make sure I was okay.  I pulled the drain plug, stood and wrapped myself in
a towel.  Please leave, I asked him again.  He did, but I knew I needed to
put an end to this nonsense immediately.  A fifteen year old boy should not
be looking at his own mother the way Andy had been looking at me.

   I hurried down the hall to my bedroom thinking I would be safe there. 
But when I opened the door he was sitting at the computer workstation I
have in the small alcove.  I do medical billing in our home.  It isn't
glamorous work but it pays the bills.  Andy was sitting in front of my
computer looking at some kind of porn.  He wasn't trying to hide it from
me.

   "You know what I'm into, Mom?" he asked without turning around.

   I didn't say anything.  It didn't matter.  He told me anyway.

   "I'm into this so-called mother/son shit.  It's fucking hot."

   I looked at the dual monitors and saw an image of a young man,
practically a boy, fucking an older woman on one of them.  A different boy
was fucking a different woman on the other.

   "Except I wish they would show a mother with a body that's as hot as
yours is," Andy said.  "The mothers in most of these have big saggy tits or
they're so fake it looks like someone filled them with cement.  Not that I
really care since I'm into nice looking asses.  A few of the moms have a
sweet looking ass but too many of them are covered with bumps and lumps."

   "What are you doing in my bedroom, Andrew William?!" I demanded to know
using my Very Angry Mother voice.

   I wanted to ask how he was even able to look at such disgusting
pornography.  I had paid good money to have child-safety software installed
on my computer and Andy's laptop.  But my son was a virtuoso when it came
to computers.  It was probably as easy for him to bypass the parental
controls as it would be for me to release the towel I was holding tightly
around myself.  To just let it drop to the floor.  Why did that analogy
suddenly pop into my head?!

   "I asked you a question, young man!"

   Andy just ignored me and started bringing up images of women my age on
each of the monitors.  All of them were naked.

   "Look at the fucking hair on those pussies, Mom.  How is a guy supposed
get hard fantasizing about something like that?  You'd think a few of those
bitches would have enough brains to trim and wax their pussy like you do."

   I didn't know what to say.  I had no idea how to answer such an
inappropriate question.  And yet I caught myself smiling.

   Things were starting to make sense to me.  Things I couldn't explain
before and wouldn't dare ask anyone about.  Like how all of my favorite
story sites had been blocked and why the password I entered kept being
denied as invalid.  All of my favorite erotica sites on the internet.  Each
time I would enter the URL I would be redirected to sites I would never
visit.  And all of them were ones that contained stories about incest. 
Although nothing with a father and daughter or brother and his sister or
aunt and nephew.  Just the ones that involved a son and his mother!  I
admit that I had read of few of them but I would stop immediately after my
first orgasm.  Something I never did with the other erotic stories I love
to read.  And then I would feel so guilty for fingering myself while
reading about a son raping his mother.  Or turning his mother into his own
personal sex slave.

   Andy turned around and looked at me.  Could he tell I was blushing?  He
didn't say anything.  I followed his gaze as it went from my face and
slowly dropped down over my body.  He was molesting me with his eyes
through my thin silk robe.  I could feel myself growing wet.  My nipples
were so tight they almost ached.  Just as I was about to demand that my son
leave my room, he stood up.

   "I've checked your browsing history, Mom," he told me in a soft but firm
tone of voice.  Like he was the parent and I was his child.

   "There are two stories you've read a dozen times now so it's pretty
clear what turns you on the most.  Coincidently they are the same ones that
always get me off.  Hmm, like mother, like son?  I'm staying home from
school tomorrow and Friday.  When I come downstairs for breakfast in the
morning I will expect you to be wearing the gown I've laid out on your bed.
We'll call it uniform number one.  By tomorrow night I will have picked out
eleven more uniforms for you to wear for me.  They will be all you are
allowed to wear and I will decide when you will wear each one.  The rest of
your clothes will be donated to the Salvation Army."

   With that Andy walked by me stopping for a brief second to put his hand
up under my towel.  He fondled my bare bottom and then he left my room.  I
was trembling.  My legs almost folded from the shock of what he had just
said and done and the overwhelming arousal that exploded inside me.  I
could hardly breathe and my heart was pounding.  I went over to my bed and
picked up my new "uniform".

   It was a very simple looking yellow dress with some very disturbing
modifications.  The gown was a size two and I wear a size four.  It would
clearly be extremely tight on me.  Did I really just think that?!  Was I
actually considering doing what my son had asked?  Had ordered me to do? 
The hem was cut so high that I doubted it would fully cover me in the front
or in the back.  Not that it actually mattered since there were three
heart-shaped cutouts.  One was obviously where my vagina would be.  The
other two were for my small breasts.  The dress plunged so far down in the
back that every inch of skin would be exposed from my neck to the top half
of my bottom.  I certainly had no intention of wearing such a revealing and
inappropriate garment for my son's enjoyment.  Or for any reason that I
could possibly think of.

   I tossed the disgusting thing across the back of my reading chair. 
Although I suppose it would be more accurate to say I half-tossed,
half-laid it carefully over the chair.  After letting my robe drop to the
floor I headed towards the closet to get my nightgown from the hanger.  But
for some strange reason I stopped and instead went over to my bed.  I
slipped under the covers.  I hadn't slept in the nude since I was in
college.  It suddenly seemed like something I should start doing again. 
The Egyptian cotton felt wonderful against my bare flesh.  It wasn't until
I turned out the light that I realized Andy had left the computer on.  One
of the screens had already gone into power-saver mode and was dark.  There
was a video playing silently on the larger monitor next to it.

   A naked woman about my age was kneeling at the end of a four poster bed.
Her large breasts were tied to the horizontal rail with a rope.  Or maybe
two, one for each breast.  They were tied very tight to keep her securely
in place.  The woman's wrists were pulled high and slightly behind her with
more ropes.  Each of those ropes was tied to the posts on either side of
her.  This spread out contortion was obviously not comfortable or at all
pleasant.  Yet I could see her smiling around the panties that were stuffed
into her mouth as some sort of makeshift gag.  Or an intentional gag, it
suddenly occurred to me, if they were her panties.

   The camera was being adjusted as though the person operating it wanted
to get the perfect angle to capture whatever was about to happen to the
woman.  The video seemed to have almost a deliberately amateurish feel to
it.  I had heard about people who make their own porn movies but I could
never imagine allowing my lover to make one of us.  If I had a lover, that
is.  I've slept with one man since my husband disappeared with some
nineteen old slut who was interning in his law office.  And even though I
would never consider having a one-night stand, that's exactly what it ended
up being.  He fucked me in a cheap motel room on our first and last date. I
never heard from him again.  I kept trying to convince myself it wasn't
because I such a lousy lay.  But when two men treat you like shit it's not
a difficult conclusion to come to.

   Which made me wonder why my fifteen year old son was so interested in
seeing me naked.  Or why he had suddenly decided that he was going to turn
me into some kind of sexual plaything for him to control and use.  I knew
he wasn't a virgin because he's had at least three different girlfriends in
the last year alone.  Girls he fucked in his bedroom in spite of me telling
him not to do that in my home.  Plus there have been numerous other girls,
some considerably older than him, that he has taken into his room.  Behind
a locked door.  As far as I know Andy has been sexually active since he was
ten or eleven.  Although I've been living in denial about it and pretending
it wasn't happening.  In my house, under my roof.

   The person adjusting the video camera was finally satisfied it was
pointing at the bound woman at just the right height and angle.  I could
her eyes following him around the room.  Then she suddenly began shaking
her head no and struggling to free herself from the rope restraints.  But
whoever had tied her in place had done a splendid job of it.  There was no
way she was ever going to escape.  I placed my pillows against the
headboard of my bed, sat up and leaned back against them.  I didn't intend
to play with my pussy while I watched the horrible and upsetting video my
son had started for me.  But my kitty obviously had a different idea. 
Because I was soon fingering her without realizing I had even started.  But
I stopped and froze as soon as a naked boy appeared next to the bed.  He
couldn't have been any more than nine or ten years old.  It was quite
obvious that he and the woman were related.  They had the same color hair
and eyes and their facial features were very similar.  In fact, the
resemblance was remarkable.  Since she appeared to be around my age she had
to be at least twenty years older than the boy.  I instinctively knew how
they were related.  But I didn't want to admit it.  Although I also knew it
wasn't just a coincidence that my son had wanted me to view this particular
video.

   The boy was holding what appeared like some kind of a thin cane in his
hand.  The same type of implement a headmaster might use to punish an
unruly student in Victorian England.  The boy's penis was so erect it was
sticking straight up in front of him.  Whatever he was about to do to his
mother with the cane was clearly making him very excited.  And she was
obviously terrified.  She struggled even harder against the ropes holding
her in place on the bed.  The woman was shaking her head violently back and
forth.  The boy's arm went up and back.  Then he brought it down with as
much force as he could manage.  The cane was just a blur until it connected
with her bare buttocks.  The high angle of the camera allowed me to see the
full impact on the mother's bottom as it whacked against her flesh.  Her
head shot back and it was clear she was screaming through her gag.  Tears
instantly welled in her eyes and she was shaking her head back and forth.
As though he might show her a little mercy.  The boy didn't.  Instead I
could see him mouthing the words "That's just the first one, Mommy".

   He raised the cane again and held it high over his head.  He wanted his
mother to suffer the agonizing anticipation of waiting for the next blow to
strike.  Without realizing it my fingers had once more found my pussy. 
They were furiously working on my swollen clitoris with perverted
excitement.  My pussy and I eagerly awaited the impending strike of the
boy's cane on the poor woman's ass.  When the cane finally landed on its
target the sheet beneath me was drenched with my arousal.  I could have
never imagined how watching such a twisted and immoral act of cruelty would
affect me.  As the boy silently announced, "That's two, Mommy," I found
myself saying the words right along with him.  Aloud.  I wanted to get up
from my bed and turn this perversion off.  To just go over and shut the
fucking computer down.  But then I told myself that Andy wanted me to see
it.  He expected me to view the entire video.  Was it to show me what he
intended to do to his own mother?  I gasped at the thought.  Then I
climaxed.

   When the woman received the fifth and final blow of her son's cane I had
climaxed at least two more times.  I had never felt so ashamed of myself.
Or more fucking aroused.  I knew I had to turn the damn thing off.  I
shifted on my wet sheet fully intending to go over the computer.  But I
stopped when the boy laid his cane across the small of his mother's back.
He then climbed up onto the bed after grabbing a plastic bottle from the
nightstand.

   The boy crawled between his mother's parted knees and inspected his
handiwork.  He slowly ran his fingertips over the five red welts on her
ass. There was an X on each cheek with the fifth welt connecting them.  He
clearly approved of his impressive skill with a cane.  How in the hell does
a boy his age even learn to do something like that, I wondered.  It was too
shocking for me to comprehend.

   He squirted something from the plastic bottle onto his fingers.  I
assumed it was some kind of soothing ointment for his mother's injuries. 
To ease her suffering.  But I was wrong.  He set the bottle down on the bed
next to her.  He gripped one of her buttocks firmly with his hand.  Like he
was picking up a melon.  She clenched her cheeks together hoping to stop
him.  So he spanked the one of the X's until she relented.  He pulled her
cheek to the side.  There was absolutely no gentleness in his movement or
concern in his eyes for the pain she must be in.  He rubbed a generous
amount of the lubricating cream on, in and around her exposed anus.  She
hung her head over the horizontal rail at the foot of the bed.  The same
rail that her breasts were securely tied to.  She either was very shocked
at what he was he was doing or she was ashamed that he was videotaping it.
Or she had suddenly realized exactly what her son was preparing her for.  I
couldn't tell because I could not see her eyes.

   When he was done lubing his mother's anus he applied some to his cock.
He tossed the bottle to the floor and began stroking his modest erection.
The boy was so young he had no pubic hair at all.  And his scrotum was
still quite small and tight.  Maybe he wasn't even ten years old yet.  Then
it looked like he was asking her a question while he masturbated. 
Something like, "Are you ready for me, Mommy?"

   Except I wasn't sure if that was all he had said.  The woman didn't move
a muscle.  He asked her again and I watched his lips closely.  This time I
was sure I knew what he was asking.

   "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, Mommy?"

   She nodded her head ever so slightly.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair
and yanked her head back.  He asked her again.

   This time she nodded her enthusiastically.  She was also crying.

   I sat on the side of my bed.  I was too shocked to know what to think.
But I was positive that I did not want to watch a nine old boy raping his
own mother in the ass.  Was that something Andy wanted do to me, I
wondered. Tie me to my bed and then fuck me in the ass?  If I wore that
ridiculous dress for him he would have his answer.  But that was never
going to happen.  Just as the boy was sticking his cute little pecker into
his mother's bottom I switched the monitor off.  Technically I hadn't
turned either the computer or the video off.  So if Andy asked, I could
honestly say the disgusting thing had played to the very end.  I prayed he
wouldn't ask.

   I tossed and turned all night.  The dreams I had were extremely
disturbing.  I awoke with a start and was covered in perspiration.  I laid
there staring up at the ceiling.  I found myself wondering if Andy's cock
looked like it did in my dreams.  I knew it couldn't.  Not even a porn star
has a penis that stretches from his groin to his chin.  But what if it was
big?  Like his father's.  I smiled.  I imagined I was tied to the foot of
my bed.  Andy is lubing my butt-hole with his finger, making it such a nice
and inviting target for him to rape.  I had never felt a man's penis in my
bottom before.  Would it hurt the whole time Andy fucked me, or just at
first?  Was it possible for a woman to reach climax with anal intercourse?
Or was it something she simply did to please her son?  Did he want to hurt
me?  To make me cry and scream for mercy?  I probably would even if he
didn't want me to.

   Shit, why in the hell was I having such disgusting and profane thoughts?
Could I really submit to my own child like the woman in the video?  Clearly
her young child was incapable of tying her up the way she was without her
consent.  Would I willingly allow Andy to do the same to me?  Would I even
consider it?  Let Andy bind my tits to the railing of my bed.  Permit him
to stretch my arms out with my wrists secured to the bedposts.  Then
welcome the sting of his cane on my bare bottom.  No!  I was positive that
it would never...could never happen.

   When I woke the next morning I knew something inside me had changed.  I
could feel it almost immediately.  I was changed by what I saw in my son's
video.  And by my own erotic dreams.  I was still naked and oh so fucking
wet.  I liked that I was.  I looked over at the absurd dress I was expected
to wear for a fifteen year old boy.  Surely nothing more than the product
of a young man's masturbation fantasy.  A teenage boy who thought he would
have another chance to see his mother's breasts and pussy.  That's what I
told myself.  It's what I wanted to believe.  Except in the light of the
morning sun the garment seemed different.  It fascinated me in a weird way.
Did Andy really expect me to wear it for him?  If I did would he also think
I was intending to let him do other things?  Dirty and immoral things that
a mother and son can never do.  Such as willingly allowing him to tie me
naked to the frame of my bed.  To whip my ass until I was screaming from
the horrendous pain.  Then tell him yes when he asked if I wanted him to
fuck me.  I was suddenly curious how far he believed this would go.  I had
to find out.

   I walked into the kitchen wearing the dress my son expected me to be
wearing for him.  But instead displaying of my bare breasts and vagina like
he wanted me to, I had a pair of panties and bra on under it.  We would
meet half way, I had decided.  Until I could learn who or what had polluted
my son's mind by filling it with such filthy ideas.  I was the boy's
mother, after all.  I was the one who would decide what he could see and
what he would never see.  And he would never see my nipples or bare ass or
my pussy again.  It didn't matter how many times I had masturbated to
climax during the night thinking about becoming my son's sex slave.  I was
determined to end his twisted aspirations once and for all.

   Andy was sitting at the kitchen table in just his cotton lounging pants.
He had informed me the previous night that he was skipping school for the
next two days.  Apparently he believed I would be his docile plaything come
morning.  Just because he told me what I should be wearing for him.  Or
maybe it was because he had left me alone with that abhorrent video playing
on my computer.  I suddenly realized I should not have worn the dress. 
Even with my underwear on.  He didn't seem to be at all surprised by my bra
and panties when his eyes traveled down my body.

   "Great idea, Mom," he remarked while he continued leering at me.  "I'm
glad you're going to have some fun with the change in our relationship. 
When Eric turned his mom into a slave, that's the kid in the video you
watched, it was all serious business.  Of course, his mother resisted the
inevitable since Eric is so young.  She wasn't taking him serious and it
really pissed him off."

   "You know the boy who did that to his mother?!"

   "Yeah.  I was the one he came to for advice.  Kids pay me to teach them
how to enslave their parents or older siblings.  I even have three girls as
clients.  One has her father doing everything she orders.  The other turned
both parents into her obedient slaves and the third one has her mom and her
older sister to abuse in any way she wishes."

   I felt all the color drain from my face.  I really wished I hadn't worn
the dress.  This was no joking matter or merely a teenage boy's twisted
fantasy.

   "Why would children ask you for help?  You don't have a slave."

   "I have you, don't I?"

   "No, you most certainly do not!" I was practically screaming at my son.
"You don't have me now and you never will."

   "Okay, sure, Mom, whatever you say.  I haven't until now just because I
knew how easy it would be.  I needed something to give me a real challenge.
Like Eric's mom.  Can you believe that bitch had never had a cock in her
ass before her son's?  Now she's a goddamn anal slut.  Can't seem to get
enough of his little boner up her butt.  I think she enjoys it more than in
her pussy.  So, Mom, what are you going to take off first, you adorable
little cock teaser?  That bra or those stupid granny panties you always
wear?"

   "I'm not taking a fucking thing off, young man!" Now I was screaming at
him.

   "Yeah, you are.  Unless you want to go uniform shopping with me today
wearing nothing but that ugly underwear of yours."

   He wasn't even looking at me anymore.  He was focused on something on
his laptop.  Like it was already settled that I would be taking my
underpants and bra off for him.  For the first time since he was born I
wanted to hit the smug bastard.  I folded my arms over my breasts and
collapsed in the chair opposite him.

   "Andy, I don't know what kind of game you think this is but it has to
stop.  It has to stop right now.  If you never mention the last twelve
hours again we'll pretend it never happened."

   "You need to decide if you're taking your bra off first or your panties,
Mom.  Or I will make the decision for you.  But it is happening and you
might want to enjoy your last few moments of free will.  Because they will
be your last, I can promise you that."

   "Fuck you, Andy," I swore at my only child.  "I'm going upstairs and
changing into something more suitable for a mother to wear around her son."

   "You might want to take a look at this first, Mom." He turned his laptop
around so the screen was facing me.  "Press enter."

   I pushed the enter key and a video started playing.  I saw my face
looking straight at the camera.  The room suddenly went dark.  The camera
was obviously hidden in the lamp next to my bed.  The lamp I turned off
after slipping into bed naked.  It was my bedroom and I could see my
computer monitor in the alcove directly behind me.  The video of Eric and
his mother was playing on it.  Faster than I remembered it happening the
covers were pushed down around my feet.  I was completely naked and I was
clearly masturbating to the video playing on the monitor.  For the first
time in my life I saw myself having an orgasm.  I was climaxing to the
sight of a nine year old boy with an erection whipping his naked mother's
ass.  I thought I was going to faint.

   "Interesting home movie, wouldn't you agree Mom?  It shows you watching
what clearly has to be kiddie porn.  But not just your run-of-the-mill kind
of kiddie porn.  It's sadomasochistic kiddie porn.  Real deviant kind of
stuff.  And you're fucking fingering the hell out of your pussy while
you're watching it.  I'm no lawyer but I'm pretty sure that shit is still
illegal in this country.  What would Grandma and Grandpa think?  Or all of
your friends?  Or Pastor Joe?  Or a judge?  Wow, Mom, I think you'd be in a
buttload of trouble.  Unless you get naked for me right now!  Take
everything off or this little beauty gets posted on the internet.  And
emailed to everyone you know."

   I fainted.

   I have no idea how long I was unconscious.  But when I came to, my
forehead hurt from the impact of my head falling against the table.  Andy
was looking at something on his computer.  His lounging pants were around
his knees.  He was stroking his erect cock.  Was my son really masturbating
at the kitchen table while I was unconscious only a few feet away?  Was he
watching some more of that disgusting mother and son porn?  My mind
suddenly cleared enough to know exactly what he was watching.  What he was
beating off to.  My son was pleasuring himself while he watched his mother
fingering her vagina.  He didn't care that I knew it.  Why should he?  I
was powerless to stop him.  Powerless to stop him from doing anything he
wanted.

   I allowed my eyes to drop down to his penis for a brief second.  His
cock wasn't as long as his father's but it was thicker.  Much thicker.  And
it was so beautiful.  Perfectly shaped and proportioned.  If Michelangelo
had ever sculpted a male phallus it would look exactly like Andy's.  But it
was so thick my hand wouldn't fully reach around its girth.  If he ever
decided...when he decides to put it in my ass I hope he understands how
slow and careful he will need to be.  I hope he'll let me tell him that
before he shoves my panties in my mouth.

   He stopped stroking himself and pulled his lounging pants up.  He had
caught me looking at him.  My face was burning with shame and
embarrassment. He smiled at me.  But it wasn't a malicious smile.  It was
filled with warmth and love.

   "Let me explain something to you, Mom," he said in a soft, tender voice.
"This isn't about making you my fuck toy.  I have plenty of hot bitches,
ones who are older than me and ones that are younger, much, much younger,
who I use for that.  This is about power, not sex.  It's the same kind of
thing they say rape is.  It's not about bumping groins with my own mother;
it is all about making you submit to my control.  The fact that it's incest
isn't really important.  That's just icing on the cake."

   "I don't understand what you're talking about," I replied.  My voice was
very small and timid.  "Incest is all about having sex with someone you're
related to."

   "I suppose that's true for most people.  For me incest is more about
violating the ultimate taboo.  My clients are just horny, spoiled brats. 
They lack the imagination to fully explore the knowledge and tools I've
given them.  Eric fucks his mother to get his rocks off.  She has three
holes for him to stick his perpetual little hard-on in.  That's all he is
capable of imagining.  Jesse Ann has a classic girl's crush on her father.
I just gave her the tools she needed to take fantasizing about her dad
fucking her to making it real.  She has no more creativity than that very
basic desire."

   "If what you're telling me is true, then why did that young boy, um,
Eric, tie his mother up like that?  Why did he beat her ass with a stick?"

   "Because I wanted him to do it.  For a couple of reasons.  The first is
because I think his mom is smoking hot.  Other than those oversized tits of
hers she reminds me of you.  I could have had her dancing around the room
for me naked, if I wanted.  But that would be easy.  Too easy.  So I told
her to arrange that little ass-whipping scenario for me and make sure Eric
records it."

   "And the second reason is because you knew I would watch it if you left
it playing." I said feeling so stupid for what I had done.  "Then you could
record me watching it and blackmail me."

   "No, actually the second reason is because I enjoy children and older
women.  Five and six year old kids are my favorites.  So Eric's just a bit
old for my tastes.  But that boy has the prettiest little cock in town.  I
guess I'm what you might call an equal opportunity pervert.  I like using
adult men and women as much I as like using little boys and girls.  For me
it isn't just about the sex.  Although don't get me wrong, I honestly do
enjoy fucking a grown man in the ass.  A man who is shaved from head-to-toe
and dressed in women's sexy lingerie.  But it's so much better when I'm
doing it while his wife and children are watching it happen."

   "If this is true," I said looking at my son's laptop, knowing he wasn't
lying about any of it, "then why me?  Why now?"

   "You might say I've been saving the best for last.  I consider you to be
the ultimate prize.  I've had my fun and now I'm ready for something more
serious.  A real relationship.  Making a family do anything I want is
entertaining.  But how many times does a guy climb Mount Everest before he
realizes it's no longer a challenge?  It's just something he's doing
because it's there and he can."

   "But blackmailing your mother isn't very creative," I argued.  "I would
think such an intelligent, all-powerful stud like you would find it more
challenging to seduce me instead of resorting to tricks.  To get me to
willingly invite you into my bed."

   He drummed the monitor of his laptop with his fingers.  "Oh, I think
willingly is far too mild a word for what happens next.  I would say you're
going to be begging to do whatever I want, Mom.  Wouldn't you agree?"

   "I...I'll take my bra off.  But nothing else."

   "We aren't negotiating, Mom."

   I didn't know what to say.  He held all the cards and I had nothing. 
Except I couldn't imagine my son turning me into a woman like Eric's
mother. Where I might someday be looking forward to being completely
humiliated.  Having my own child tie me up to the bed.  Whipping my bottom
until it was covered with angry red welts.  Putting his hard cock inside
me. It didn't matter if it was my ass or my mouth or my pussy that he
preferred most.  It would be incest.  Pure and simple.  Although it would
be worse than incest because what I wanted would never matter.  There would
be no love or tenderness involved.  Just Andy raping his mom.  Because he
can.

   "What about love, Andy?  Don't you want there to be love and romance if
we're going to become a...a couple?"

   "You really have no idea how much you already want this, do you, Mom?"

   "What do you mean, how much I want this?"

   "Who were you thinking about when you watched that video last night? 
Were you thinking about Eric and his mother or were you thinking about us?"

   My face turned beat red.  How could he possibly know what I was
fantasizing about when I watched that despicable video?

   "Take your clothes off, Mom."

   'When?" I asked.  I was stalling and he knew it.

   "Right now.  Take your clothes off.  That means everything.  Or would
you rather have me do it for you?"

   I considered it.  I seriously considered accepting his offer.  Then I
could at least tell myself I didn't strip for him, right in front of him.
That I wasn't just another one of his obedient toys.  I nodded my head.

   "Say it, please."

   "I want you to...uh, would you...I mean, ah...will you undress me?" Just
saying the words made my nipples instantly hard.  My pussy was suddenly
drenched and my panties were soaking wet.  Andy would discover how this was
affecting me in a matter of minutes.  I hated the idea almost as much as I
was longing for it.

   "It will be my honor.  There isn't a man or woman or child alive who I
would rather undress.  Come over here, Mom."

   I stood up.  I was shaking so hard I had to sit back down.  It was like
the room was spinning all around me.  Andy was being very patient with me.
He didn't say a word.  He just smiled and nodded his head.  I placed my
hands on the table, took a deep breath and pushed myself up until I was
again standing.

   "That's good, Mom" Andy said encouragingly.  "Take it one step at a
time."

   It was like I had been crippled from the waist down for the last twenty
years and I was trying to learn how to walk again.  I moved my right foot
and then my left, keeping one hand on the table to steady myself.  Slowly I
inched my way around the table until I was close enough for Andy to reach
out to me.  He took my hands in his and pulled me until I was standing
between his knees.  I couldn't seem to take my eyes from that obscene bulge
in his lounging pants.  I could swear it was even bigger than before.  I
realized he was looking at me.  Watching me studying him.  We made eye
contact.  It was like my son was looking right into my very soul.  He
lifted my hands and placed them on his broad shoulders.  His hands were on
my thighs.  He was rubbing the sides of them very tenderly.  Each time his
hands traveled a little further up until they were resting on my hips. 
Under my dress.

   "I will never again put my cock in any pussy but yours, Mom," he
promised while we gazed into each other's eyes.  He began to slowly tug my
panties down.

   "When I chose to fuck another woman or a girl, it will be in her mouth
or ass.  Your pussy in the only pussy that will ever feel my cock inside it
from now on."

   I sighed and gripped his shoulders a little harder.  A single tear
escaped my eye and spilled to the floor.  When my panties where around my
ankles I stepped from them.  He brought them to his face and inhaled
deeply. He smiled and laid them over his thigh.  He told me he would
cherish them as a reminder of this day.  He undid the bottom three buttons
on the front of my uniform dress.  He parted it and gazed lovingly at my
sex.  The only vagina he will ever fuck again.  The vagina from which he
had entered this world.  He undid the next three buttons.  He kissed my
navel and ran his tongue around it.  It tickled but it also made me feel
very lightheaded.  My son was exploring his mother's body and learning
where I was the most sensitive.  Where I longed to be touched and caressed
and kissed.

   Andy undid the last three buttons.  He slipped the dress from my
shoulders and let it fall to the floor.  He tore the thin material holding
my bra cups together.  Holding them in place.  He pushed each one aside to
reveal his mother's breasts.  Her tight nipples.  He took one between his
lips and began to suckle.  His hands gripped the cheeks of my bare bottom.
He held them possessively and squeezed.  Andy pulled his lips from my
breast and turned me around.  He had me bend forward with my forearms on
the table.  He began to pleasure my bottom with his tongue.  My virgin
anus. I never imagined how wonderful it would feel to have a man doing
something like that to me.

   For the next hour Andy explored my body with his hands and lips and
tongue.  He examined me more thoroughly than any doctor ever had.  He
ordered me to lie on my back on the kitchen table.  He placed the heels of
my bare feet on the table's edge.  He parted my knees and thighs wide.  My
son examined me in the most intimate way a man can.  He told me how pleased
he was.  He was delighted with how responsive my clitoris was when he
flicked it hard with his finger.  It stung like hell but it also drove me
to a whole new level of arousal.  Andy told me how impressed he was that I
was so tight.  I didn't want to tell him the reason.  I didn't want to
admit that I have only had one man inside me since his father left us years
ago.  Only one man and it was only once.  Andy told me how flattered he was
that I was so wet.  That I was so wet and ready for him.  I could feel
myself blushing.

   It is impossible to describe what it feels like the first time.  The
sensations that ripple through your entire body the first time it happens.
The thoughts that swim in your head when the tip of your son's cock parts
the moist, swollen lips of your pussy.  For the first time.  How incredible
it is when he begins stretching you and filling you until you think he will
split you in two.  How naughty it makes a mother feel to know that she
wants her own child inside of her.  So badly.  That she longs for the
moment when his incestuous seed will erupt and spit into her womb.  I can't
even begin to describe how intense the orgasms are during such a forbidden
joining.

   He fucked me three times while I was lying there on the kitchen table. I
lost count of how many times he made me climax.  I asked him if we could
take a short break because I was too drained.  Too spent to go on.  My son
nodded his head.  He understood that his mother's pussy was tender and raw.
That her breasts and nipples ached from the mauling of his hands.  No man
had ever fucked me with as much passion as my son.  With such savage
intensity and desire.  But he also knew that it would soon be a forgotten
concern.  For there is no better match than a fifteen year old boy and a
thirty-three year old woman.  Both of who are at the very pinnacle of their
sexuality.

   Andy told me to go run a bath.  I assumed he intended for his new
mommy-pet to bath him.  I was mistaken.  He gave me a bath.  A very long
and sensuous one.  By candlelight in a tub filled with bubbles and my
favorite music playing.  But it wasn't what I had expected.  It wasn't like
you see in romantic movies or read about in Harlequin novels.  Two lovers
sharing a bathtub.  No, it was nothing like those.  It was more like a
father bathing his young daughter.  A father who is interested in more than
just bathing his little girl.  A man who is extremely thorough in his job.
Because it gives him an excuse to molest every inch of his daughter's naked
body.  That was how Andy bathed me.  I had to stand up for him.  I had to
kneel on my hands and knees in the bathwater for him.  I had to spread my
knees wide for him so he could shave every single hair from my pussy.  I
had to hold the cheeks of my bottom obscenely apart for him so he could
pluck every hair from my anus.  When I finally looked like a little girl
from my belly to my thighs, Andy helped me step from the tub.

   I stood between his knees while he applied lotion to my body.  Every
inch of my body.  He watched while I douched my pussy with a
cherry-flavored concoction he had created.  It smelled divine and made my
pussy tingle so deliciously.  Andy hung an old-fashioned enema bag from the
robe hook on the back of the door.  He showed me how to use it.  I was
expected to be squeaky clean back there for him at all times.  Especially
for my morning inspections.  If I wasn't, or if he found a single hair
below my shoulders, I would be punished.  He didn't say how and I didn't
ask.  I had no intention of ever failing my son's morning examination of
me.

   I knelt naked next to his chair while he modified a pair of jean cut-off
shorts.  Some that he had found in the bottom of one of my dresser drawers.
He had been cleaning out my closet and dresser while I boxed everything up.
We would be dropping the boxes off at the Salvation Army collection center
on our way to some kind of a "specialty store".  It was a place Andy was
apparently very familiar with.  It was where he intended to select clothing
items to make up my remaining eleven uniforms.  Andy shortened the already
scandalously short shorts considerably.  He had me try them on.  The bottom
quarter of my butt cheeks were completely exposed.  If I bent forward more
than an inch or two, anyone who looked would also be able to see the crack
of my ass.  Although no one would be able to see any pockets sticking out
from under the now nonexistent pant legs in front.  Because he had removed
them.  He did it so he could slip his hands in either or both of the two
pocket openings.  And then molest me in public in front of god and
everybody.  Something he intended to do while we shopped for my new
uniforms.  And when we stopped to pick up some groceries.

   He handed me one of his old t-shirts.  It was one he hadn't worn since
he got it at summer camp when he was eight.  Printed on the front of it
were the words, "I love beavers!" What that slogan meant at the camp was
"I'm a nature lover".  What it would imply when I had it on was something
entirely different.  The t-shirt was a tank top style one.  It was so short
on me that it barely covered my small, braless boobs.  And it was so tight
on me that I could barely breathe.  I looked at myself in the mirror and I
was horrified.

   "Andy, my darling, it's only forty degrees outside.  Please tell me I'll
be wearing a coat over this sleazy stripper outfit!"

   As soon as we stepped outside my nipples were so hard I thought they
would poke two holes in the front of my shirt.  Since I wasn't allowed to
wear anything on my feet inside our home I had to run to the car.  I needed
to slip my sandals on as fast as I possibly could before my feet froze to
the sidewalk.  But running only made my boobs bounce and jiggle obscenely
the whole way to the car.  Then I had to pull my shorts down around my
knees.  I was not allowed to have anything between the cheeks of my bottom
and the leather car seat.  I tried to picture the cop's face when he looked
through the window if Andy got pulled over.  Who knows, it might just get
my son out of a ticket.  I giggled at the thought.

   We pulled into the store parking lot.  From the outside you would never
know it was even a store at all.  There was no sign with a name on it and
no windows with merchandise displayed in them.  When we walked inside it
seemed to be like any other clothing store.  Until I looked more closely at
the stuff hanging from the racks.  And noticed what the young female clerks
were wearing.  That had nothing on tiny g-strings and welcoming smiles on
their faces.  I never had imagined a place like it even existed.  Or that
my son was a regular customer.  But apparently he was because every one of
the teenage girls welcomed him by name.  And they flirted with him
shamelessly.  Right in front of his half-naked mother.

   The only two other customers in the store happened to be ones I knew. 
It was Barb Hanson, the president of my garden club.  Probably the most
conservative and uptight woman I have ever met in my life.  With her was an
adorable little blonde haired girl.  It was Barb's four year old daughter,
Annie.  My first reaction on seeing them was to run from the store and hide
in the car.  Then I wondered what in the hell could they be doing in such
an unusual place of business.

   "Hi Andy,' Barb said while looking at me and what I was wearing. 
Although she didn't seem to be at all surprised or shocked.  There was
almost a hint of approval in her eyes as she studied my slutty looking
outfit.

   "Hi Mr Andy," the little girl said to my son.  Her whole face was
beaming.

   "Do you want to see my new underpants?" she asked excitedly.  Annie
pulled the front of her short dress up to her nipples without waiting for
an answer.

   "Oh my goodness, those look very pretty on you, my sexy baby girl," Andy
complemented her.  Annie's face grew even brighter.

   I couldn't help but stare at the girl's underpants.  There were pink
with red lace and so tiny on her that they barely covered the slit of her
puffy pussy.  The girl quickly spun around and bent forward to show us that
her new underpants were also a thong.

   "Mommy got some just like mine!" Annie announced.  "Except hers are red
and pink.  Show Mr Andy yours, Mommy!"

   "Well, I was sort of hoping we could surprise Andy with our new matching
panties together.  Like maybe later this afternoon.  Would that be okay
with you, Andy?"

   While she was asking it was clear Barb was becoming nervous.  Her eyes
kept darting back to me.

   "Mom knows I have others who rely on me to keep them happy," he
answered. "She knows about everything."

   I nodded my head.

   "You said when you finally decided the time was right you would, um,
teach your mother how to behave," Barb said cautiously.  "How to obey like
a good pet should for her owner."

   It was obvious Barb wanted to know where she and Annie fit into the new
picture.  The one where I was now my son's...whatever it was that I had
become.  He told me I wasn't his sex slave or his fuck toy.  I didn't
really know what I should call myself now.  I needed to ask him but this
was neither the time nor the place.  But I had to admit I did like the
playful term "pet".  I was my son's pet.

   "How about four o'clock this afternoon, Barb?" Andy told the president
of my garden club.  "You and Annie should bring all your new things with
you and you can model them for me.  Then Mom will show off her new uniforms
for all of us.  Does that work for you, Mom?"

   "Yes, Sir," I replied with a smile.  I gave his hand an affectionate
squeeze to let him know how much I liked the way he handled the situation.

   "Annie can also show us what a great little pussy-licker she is
becoming. I think my mother would enjoy the way that pretty pink tongue of
hers feels on a grown woman's clit."

   The four year was positively beaming now from Andy's praise.

   "My mommy lets me practice all the time on her!" Annie announced with
unmistakable pride.  "Andy's says I'm a natural-born lesbo.  I think that
means I'm good at making my mommy and her friends shake and scream when I
use my mouth on them."

   I looked at Barb and she blushed.  She looked at Andy.

   "I've sort of made my own private harem out of the ladies in your garden
club, Mom."

   "And every one of our daughters, too," Barb added with a wink and a
smile.  "To be honest, Carol, we've all been kind of wondering when Andy
would make you one of us.  That son of yours certainly knows how to please
a female better than any man alive.  He expects a lot from us in return but
damn is he ever worth it.  I can't wait to feel that yummy cock of his in
my puss..."

   She abruptly stopped.  "Andy told us at our last orgy that if he did
make you one of his pets, then his cock would be off-limits for our
pussies. Apparently you'll have exclusive rights to enjoy him that way. 
But we all decided it didn't really matter.  I know as long as I have a
mouth and an asshole Andy's cock will always have a home."

   "What about my cherry, Mr Andy?" Annie asked suddenly looking very
flustered.  "You promised me on my next birthday that you were going to
take it.  You promised!  And my birthday is next week!"

   The girl looked at me like I was the one to blame for her
disappointment. "He promised!" she said to me with glaring eyes.

   "Well, I think if my son made you a promise then it's important for him
to keep it," I assured the child.

   If I had been having that same conversation exactly eighteen hours
before I would have been pulling my cell phone out of my purse.  I would
have been calling the police.  I would be making sure my son and every
mother in my garden club went to prison for a very long time.  But instead
I was promising a little girl that my son would fuck her on her fifth
birthday.  I wanted Annie to know I wouldn't stand in the way of her
special birthday treat.  I also wanted her to know that I fully understood
why she wanted Andy to be her first.  I needed Andy and Barb to know that
he had my blessing to take the child's virginity with his gorgeous cock.  I
looked at Barb.

   "Is it okay if I watch them when it happens?" I asked the woman.

   She looked at Andy.  Annie looked at Andy.  I looked at Andy.  He was
checking out the naked ass on a pretty clerk as she placed something on the
bottom shelf.  It was a very nice looking ass so no one could blame him for
being momentarily distracted by it.  He nodded his head.

   "Yeah, Mom can watch."

   I almost shouted a loud "Yes!" of excitement.  I think Barb almost did
as well.  But it was Annie who actually screamed "Yeah!" and made us all
smile.

   We said our goodbyes to Barb and Annie after Andy was done inspecting
their pussies in the changing room.  He made me watch.  It was so perverted
the crotch of my shorts was soaking wet when he finished.  It looked like I
had peed myself.  I also discovered that it wasn't just their thong panties
that matched.  Because neither one of them had a single hair on her vagina.
Annie for the obvious reason.  And Barb because Andy didn't permit any of
his female pets to have pubic hair.  I also learned later that he forbid
all of his pets, both male and female, to have any.  Every male was just as
smooth and hairless below his neck as a baby's bottom.  Although Andy
himself always kept a full and neatly trimmed nest of hair around his penis
and balls.  But like he had told me; it's not about the sex and nudity as
much as it is about the control.  He was undeniably in control.

   Andy started picking out articles of clothing that would soon make up my
new uniforms.  As I followed him around the store I realized something.  I
realized that I not only loved my son but that I was falling in love with
him.  The passionate head-over-heels kind of love I never thought I would
feel again.  And for the first time in a very, very long time I was happy.