I was going to give a warning about this being out of the ordinary for me but I’ll let the tags speak for themselves, for those who are interested in this little tale of perversion enjoy. It could be some of the most extreme sexual stuff I’ve written.
Georgia rolled the cherry red socking up her leg slowly, savoring the feeling of the silk against her thigh. Clipping it in place to her garter belt she rubbed her legs together slowly and sensually; her mind drifting into fantasy. Even as she felt warmth beginning to build within her folds she stopped herself, it wasn’t time yet. Instead she stood and looked herself over in the mirror, pleased at what she saw.
The red stockings looked deliciously slutty, especially attached to the matching red garter belt. Together they drew attention to her shapely legs, her best feature. Still any roaming eyes would be hard pressed to ignore her lack of panties; her carefully trimmed bush and plump cunt lips framed by the red cloth. Turning her back to the mirror she looked over her shoulder and appreciated her creamy smooth ass, tight enough to bounce a quarter off of. She gave herself a little slap and smiled at the erotic twinge.
Continuing her self-appraisal she frowned slightly at her breasts. They were perky things but she always felt they were too small. Still with the proper piece of lingerie, such as the matching sheer red silk bra she was wearing, they were nothing to sneeze at. Her long black hair was done up into a slightly severe bun with a pair of red hair sticks stabbed into them. Pleased with the impact of her clothing she slipped a transparent lace babydoll over her shoulders. It concealed absolutely nothing but completed the look wonderfully. Georgia nodded to herself and flashed a sexy smile at her reflection. It had taken some effort but she was quite the MILF these days, looking at least ten years younger than her actual age of forty-six. Running her hands from her tits down her side and between her legs she moaned slightly, she was so excited for tonight.
Her pussy began to grow warm and wet in anticipation but she took a deep breath and got control. She couldn’t get ahead of herself, everything had to be perfect. So with a pout Georgia grabbed the other clothing she had prepared. It had been such a long time since she had worn them, they had been hard to find. The worn gray college sweater went over her head, hiding her breasts and the babydoll. A mismatched pair of baggy sweatpants went over her legs hiding her shapely gams and her trimmed cunt. She sighed at the new reflection. It was such a shame, but a necessity none the less. As she left the room she slipped into a pair of flats that hid the last of her real outfit for the night, now she just had to play pretend until it was time to come out and play. She couldn’t wait.
Conor was so excited about tonight, he couldn’t wait. Glancing up at the clock, again, he saw that his friends should be arriving in twenty minutes. Unable to sit still, he moved through the house making sure everything was ready for the eighth time. The den table was still filled with junk food and the cooler beneath it was packed with sodas and ice. He had his Xbox and PS3 connected to the big screen with enough controllers for four player split screen and a collection of multiplayer games ready and waiting.
He had asked them to bring sleepover stuff, but just to be safe his parents had pulled out all of the spare pillows and blankets so no one would be left without a place to sleep. Conor was about to sort through the snacks again when his father looked up from his book. His dad was dressed in sweats and his favorite long sleeve t-shirt; watching his son run around from his place on the couch, “Easy Conor, take a breath. You need to relax or YOU won’t have any fun tonight.”
Conor sighed, he hated when his dad was right but he was so nervous about the party. They had moved into the neighborhood late last summer, so he hadn’t known anyone before school started. Sixth grade had started rough, but he finally felt like he had made some real friends. He didn’t want to blow everything because his sleepover was lame. “I know dad, but this is really important. What if they don’t have fun and I go back to having no friends?”
His father chuckled knowingly, “Oh son, trust me, they’ll have a great time. You’ve set up everything they could possibly want, and once we’ve greeted their parents your mother and I will make sure things go off without a hitch.” Conor took a breath and his father smiled again. He loved his parents. He didn’t blame dad for the move, it wasn’t his fault that that his company had relocated their engineering department.
“You’re father’s right; the party will be great.” His mom spoke as she stepped into the room. Like his father she was dressed in her ‘relaxing after a long week of work’ clothing. She gave him a warm smile and he immediately felt better, “We’ll take care of all the details, you just have fun sweetie.” Her word made him feel relaxed and he couldn’t help but take a deep soothing breath and nod. Some might call him a ‘momma’s boy’ but Conor felt no shame in his feelings of love and respect for his mom. Since the move his feelings had only grown stronger; she had always been a comforting presence for him, someone to talk to as he adapted to both a new town and middle school.
His train of thought was interrupted by a ring on the doorbell. His eyes darted to the clock and a smile broke across his face, his friends had started to show up. He wanted to rush to the door but his mother laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder and instead he walked to the door alongside her, his father closing his book and trailing after. As they entered the hall he saw a pair of shapes through the clouded glass to the side of the door. He waved excitedly and the shorter of the two waved back.
Pulling away from his mother Conor dashed to the door, unlocking it and swinging it wide. Outside were Lionel and his father. Lionel was a talk but lanky African American boy, he had a backpack on his back and a sleeping bag rolled under his arm. “Hey man! So glad you made it, you’re the first one here. Let me get that for you.” Conor shook his friend’s hand and then reached out to take the boy’s sleeping bag.
Lionel smiled as he handed it over following Conor back into the den, “I would have been here earlier but my dad said that he didn’t want to interrupt your family’s dinner.” As they stepped into the den Lionel gave out a whistle admiring the snack table and the gaming set up, “Nice spread man, I am officially impressed. “
Conor dropped the sleeping bag near the pillows and Lionel put his backpack down nearby, “It’s funny that you say that, my parents insisted we start as late as we are because they didn’t want to interrupt anyone else’s dinners” The two friends shared a expression that said ‘parents’ before heading back into the hall.
Conor’s parents were talking to Lionel’s father; the boy’s caught the tail end of it as they walked back into the hall, “… and we’ll be here all night so you don’t have to worry about the boys getting into any trouble.” Lionel’s dad smiled and nodded an imperceptible tension draining from his posture. This was the first time that any of the boy’s parents were meeting and Conor could tell he was reassured to know that his son would be in responsible hands.
“Ok Lionel, I’m going to head out. You guys have fun; give you dad a hug goodbye?” Lionel rolled his eyes but still went over and gave his dad a squeeze around the waist. Turning to Conor’s parents he spoke again, “Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Hale. I’ll call tomorrow about picking my son up. I’m sure you don’t want him hanging around all Saturday too.”
Conor’s mom smiled, “We don’t actually mind, and please call me Georgia. I’m sure we’ll see you tomorrow eventually though. “With that Lionel’s father waved goodbye one last time before heading out. Conor’s mom turned to the boys and gave them a bright smile, “Lionel it’s nice to meet you, Conor has told us all about you.”
Both boys felt a little awkward; Lionel for having to hug his dad in front of other people and Conor from his mom’s comment, but after a few awkward laughs the boys were shooed into the den to break open the snacks and start planning what games and movies they wanted to watch.
Over the next twenty minutes four more boys arrived; the remainder of the guests and the core of Conor’s new group of friends. Sam was a petit, blond boy, who looked like he spent most of his time indoors playing videogames, but he had a fiery temper and was known around the school for picking fights with those who mocked his appearance, and winning. Drew had dark hair, light caramel skin, and a broad, soon to be muscular, build that showed his mixed heritage. Though much like Sam his personality wasn’t what you’d expect on seeing him, he looked like a dumb bully but was actually very kind and intelligent. He and Sam had been friends since elementary school and complemented each other well. Last to arrive were the O’Brian twins, Liam and Finn. They were identical with classic Irish features, pale skin, red hair, and a speckling of freckles across their faces.
As each boy arrived, their parent or parents were greeted by the Hale’s while the boys congregated in the den. It hadn’t taken them long to break into chips and soda, and by the time Liam and Finn showed up the other four boys were already death-matching in Halo 4. With the last of the parents seen off for the night Georgia and Allen Hale looked in on the group of boys, “Alright, so before you guys start ignoring us completely let’s get the rundown for pizzas. We were thinking of ordering around ten.” Allen informed the group.
With the mention of pizza everything stopped and a short debate began, ultimately resulting in a decision for two plain, one meat lovers, one sausage peppers and onion, and one Hawaiian. That last almost got shot down since only Lionel wanted it but Allen chimed in that he liked Hawaiian pizza as well so he would happily polish off whatever wasn’t eaten by tomorrow. That vital decision made the boys said their thanks and then promptly ignored Conor’s parents as they turned back to their game arguing who got to play next.
Allen closed the door to the den and the sound of the rowdy sixth graders was muffled. His posture fell suddenly as if a weight had crashed down on his shoulders. Tossing the pad with the pizza order on the table he moved with hesitant, almost resisting steps to the basement door. Unlocking it with his key, he locked it again behind him and slunk down the steps. The basement was not what you’d expect to seen in a suburban neighborhood. Along two of the walls were wracks filled with whips, chains, and a variety of common and extreme sex toys. More exotic things peppered the room; a spread eagle sex swing hanging from bolts in the ceiling, a classic ride on sybian, and a more elaborate fucking machine to name a few. The other two walls were banks of monitors, blade servers, and other high tech looking pieces of technology. The whole room was a Frankenstein’s monster; half sex dungeon and half high end computational array.
Sitting at the chair a gazing lustily at the view from the hidden cameras in the den was his wife. Georgia had stripped off her frumpy clothing and once again looked like a MILF goddess in red. Turning at the sounds on the stairs she gave her husband a scornful look. She didn’t have to say a word, only run her gaze up and down his outfit. Immediately Allen pulled off his long sleeve T revealing the leather harness crisscrossing his muscular, shaved chest. His sweatpants hid a pair of ass-less leather chaps and a special chastity belt that fit snuggly around his cock while also holding a long thick dildo up his ass.
Georgia’s eyes glittered nastily and Allen found that while his urge to take in her whole glorious outfit was almost overwhelming; his gaze was forced downwards allowing him to only see his wife’s six inch cherry red heels and silk wrapped legs. At the sound of her voice he found his cock fighting to grow hard even though it was impossible within his chastity belt. “Now that’s much better, isn’t it
DARLING.” Her tone was mocking and the last word dripped with sarcasm.
Allen could only nod in agreement, the words, ‘Yes Mistress’ escaping unbidden though his lips. He fought to meet her gaze but knew it was a hopeless task without her permission.
Talking more to herself then to him, Georgia’s voice held a purr of excitement, “Aren’t they just so lovely, Slave. Conor did such a good job gathering my new playthings. He’s such a loyal, obedient boy; even when acting only on his programming. Tonight’s going to be so much fun, but how to begin. I don’t want to rush the main event; I want to
SAVOR the whole evening. Hmmmm?” Her voice trailed off as she stood and walked along the bank of computer monitors and keyboards.
Speaking up was an almost impossible task for him, but Allen had to try once more to get through to his wife. If only he could say ‘--------------------------------’ it would be all over; but the words were gone from his mind, stripped away when his wife turned the tables on him. “Georgia…” He managed to croak out his throat trying to close on the words, “You… have… to… st… stop…” the last came out as a pathetic whimper but it was enough to cause his wife to spin from the monitors and give him a swift kick to the stomach, knocking the wind out of him and rolling him onto his back. She stood over him a look of lust and scorn painting her features.
“First of all
SLAVE, its
MISTRESS down here, never EVER Georgia. Forget again at your own peril.” The lust born of dominance drained from her expression leaving only anger and scorn. “To think you have the unmitigated gall to tell me I have to stop. Stupid little slave; isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you sabotaged all those projects at your company and ‘appropriated’ the scrapped technology? To turn your wife from a kind, loving,
BORING working mom into a kinky slut doll to live out your most twisted fantasies. Congratulations, you succeeded beyond your wildest dreams; the pathetically innocent little cunt you married is long gone. Now you have me and I am glorious.”
Allen was torn up inside; as much as he regretted his actions he knew she wasn’t wrong. Even when things had spiraled out of his control he couldn’t help but find it incredibly erotic. Dream or nightmare he could never decide, his mind going back and forth from hour to hour, day to day. He wanted to object, to say SOMETHING, but there really was nothing he could bring himself to say, nothing that would do any good.
“I really should punish you properly but I have far more interesting plans for tonight, or maybe that’s the point? Is my little Allen-Slave jealous of all the attention mommy has been giving her son? Now with all these fresh young delights you know I won’t have much time for you anymore… pathetic.” Georgia’s heels clicked on the basement floor as she walked over to a shelf, Allen couldn’t see which one from his vantage point. He didn’t have to wait long, he felt his wife slide close behind him and saw the cock shaped gag moments before she slid it between his unresisting lips, forcing him to swallow the long plastic phallus and breath through his nose. She locked it on behind his head and then, with his help, pulled him to his feet, slapping unpadded leather cuffs around his wrists and hooking them by a chain to an eyebolt in the ceiling. From his new position he couldn’t move or speak; only watch what was in front of him. The monitors showed Conor and his friends playing in blissful ignorance.
“There, much better, and I’ve even left you a view of the action, aren’t I a wonderful mistress?” She returned to examining the controls for his machine letting her hand caress the plastic and metal. She had always spoken to herself when she was thinking and despite everything that habit remained. Eventually she sat at the central console and pulled up one of the primary input screens. She was turned away from him but Allen could tell from the tightening of the side of her face that said she was smiling when she began to type. “Let’s warm things up.”
Conor was getting a drink from the cooler. The guys had finally taken him out in their latest death match. So far the evening was going well, though the guys had teased him about only being so good at Halo because he didn’t have a girlfriend. He had just rolled his eyes, none of them had girlfriends. Heck most of them had only just started noticing the girls developing in the past year or so.
Liam’s laughter and Sam’s angry muttering drew his attention back to the TV. Liam, Sam, Lionel, and Drew were playing split screen while Finn was cheering his brother on. Sam had a look of intense concentration and annoyance on his face, “This is bullshit, I finally find a decent snipe point and the game goes and glitches me off the cliff. “
Finn chimed in on his brother’s behalf, “Don’t make excuses Sam, you slipped up and literally fell into Liam’s ambush. Get over it.”
Sam’s voice was starting to get heated, “You’re shitting me right? Drew, Lionel? Are you really going to tell me you didn’t see the screen go all wonky there for a second?”
Conor’s eyes were locked on the screen; for some reason the game was much more fascinating than it had been moments ago. Drew spoke up slowly, “I think I saw something but It was probably like a lose cable; shouldn’t have made you fall.”
Lionel countered, “No it did look like a glitch of some sort, you know how the Xbox can get; you should have seen the crazy stuff it was doing when I played the un-patched version of Skyrim.” Lionel let his thought trail off as he moved behind Drew and fired a blast from his shotgun right into his Avatars’ back.
Drew groaned, waiting to respawn, “Damn it, you’re too sneaky by half. Your parents let you play Skyrim?” Drew’s eyes were locked on the counter on his screen showing both the time left before he could reenter play and the time until the match was over.
“Yah,” Lionel responded his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth as he focused. “My dad’s big into fantasy; he actually got the game for himself but let me play it once he beat it.”
Conor sat down on the couch next to Finn; both boys had their eyes locked on the screens, saying nothing. Liam had grabbed a shield power up and was rushing Sam’s new position. When Sam’s shots started coming he raised the shield and heard Sam curse when his gun ran out of ammo. Taking the opportunity he closed on his friend and took him out with a stream of pistol fire even as Sam was trying to draw a bead on him with his assault rifle.
With only a few minutes left on the clock the room fell into a silence broken only by the sounds coming through the speakers; gunfire and explosions. The boys playing were focused on scoring those last few crucial points, while Conor and Finn were just focused on the game. The timer counted down, 10. 9. 8.7.6.5.4.3.2.1. The match was over and the scoreboard was up on display. Liam had won by a single point but none of the boys were reacting. Their hands fell into their laps, letting go of the controllers as they relaxed and watched the screen, their eyes growing glazed.
After a long minute Liam broke the silence with a delayed reaction, “YES! In your faces! Victory for the Green Spartan!” His cries of joy seemed to snap the rest of the group back into reality and a chorus of groans came from Sam and Lionel, while Drew responded with a ‘Good Game’. Conor shook his head and blinked. For a brief moment something had felt off, but even as the thought entered his head it drifted away.
Instead it was replaced by an observation, “Man, it’s hot in here.” The statement was random and slightly stilted but as the words passed his lips he knew them to be true. Moments before he had been comfortable, now he could feel sweat springing up across his body like he was baking under a hot sun. Without saying anything else he stood from the couch and peeled off his long-sleeved shirt revealing his lightly tanned and hairless chest. His smooth body showed some muscles but nothing dramatic. Ignoring his friend’s strange looks he unbuttoned his fly and slid out of his jeans, bending over at the waste and pushing out his ass, which was framed in a pair of tighty whities one size too small. As he stood upright the tight underpants also framed his bulge. Sitting back on the couch he smiled at his friends who were all staring at him, “Ah that’s much better.”
Expressions of confusion and discomfort flickered across his friends faces at Conor’s impromptu stripping. Sam’s mouth began to work as his brain processed what he was seeing, just before he yelled something along the line of ‘Dude! What the fuck?!?” his face fell blank and emotionless. At almost the exact same moment; Finn, Drew, and Lionel’s faces lost all expression and for a long moment they gaze with empty eyes at their nearly naked host. Conor seemed oblivious to their blank stares as he stretched out, feeling much more comfortable.
In unison the four boys blinked twice and shook their heads and like a broken spell they all started speaking. “Shit it is hot.” “Man Conor, you’ve got the right idea.” “I gotta get out of this stuff; I’m sweating like a pig.” “Whew, it’s like ten times better with just my shirt off.” As the boys chatted they began to pull off their shirts and pants as well. Lionel’s body looked even lankier without clothing and his black boxers matching his dark skin. Drew and Sam both sported muscles, but while the petite blond boy had a wiry runners body and a pair white briefs; Drew’s pecks had begun to come in making him look the most mature of the group especially in the tight boxer briefs that framed his package. Finn and Liam continued to show their Irish heritage with freckles on their shoulders and pale white skin. Their boxers, green and orange respectively, they must have been chosen with the awareness that their friends might seem them tonight; otherwise it would be too corny.
Once all six boys were dressed in nothing but their underwear they fell back into a discussion of what to do next, seemingly either unaware or uncaring of their state of dress. “So, another rematch?” Conor asked his friends with a slightly lack of enthusiasm; they had been playing for about an hour and Conor, at least, was growing slightly board. From his friend’s lackluster responses they seemed to feel about the same; except for Sam, but the group knew that Sam was a poor loser and if they let him he would play all night until he had the most wins.
Conor stood from the couch and stretched dramatically, striking sexual poses unconsciously. “Aahhh… So if we’re not feeling Halo.” Sam gave a grunt of disapproval, “For the moment… what are people thinking. Pizza’s not for another two hours or so…?” Conor left the question hanging in the air.
There was a general murmur of discussion until Finn pointed to the stack of DVDs Conor had pulled out, “What about a movie? Got anything good?” The group agreed that a movie sounded like a good idea, even Sam, and soon they were pouring over the titles Conor had pulled from the DVD shelf. They were mostly PG-13 and R rated action and horror flicks. Some were older but most were recent.
After some shuffling and discussion with several titles being dismissed as either ‘seen it’ or ‘it’s terrible’ Lionel pulled out a DVD with a novelty plastic casing shaped like a screaming book. “What’s ‘Army of Darkness’?” Drew and Conor both made shocked sounds.
“You’ve never seen Army of Darkness?” Drew asked. Lionel shook his head and much to Drew and Conor’s shock neither had Sam, or the O’Brian twins. “We’re SO watching this.” Drew announced, taking the DVD and standing to bring it over to the Xbox. There was a murmur of questions from the other boys but Drew would brook no argument. “Guys, not only is it bloody and hilarious, it’s a cult classic.”
Conor chimed in, “He’s right; it’s totally ridiculous and perfect for a sleepover. You’ll love it.” With those two glowing recommendations the other boys started to get intrigued. “Technically, it’s a sequel to Evil Dead 2 but you don’t need to know anything about the other movies that they don’t tell you in the first five minutes.” Conor explained as Drew navigated the menus deciding on the original cut rather than the director’s cut for first time viewers. Sam dimmed the lights and the boys grabbed snacks off the table before getting themselves comfortable as the movie began to play.
Georgia had her legs up on console, spread wide so her hand could slide slowly across her moist cunt. She ached with desire and it hurt so good. On each of the screen in front of her was one of the six boys in the den. She had recorded their little strip teases and had them each on loop. The sight of their smooth bodies made her tingle. She let out a little moan as her casual caress burshed against her engorged clit.
The live feed showed the boys halfway through the movie and the input dialogue showed that the current program was approximately 80% done installing her core programming into her new toys. Another muffled moan came from behind her. She knew the importance of core programming but it was dull, so she had taken out her boredom on Allen. Leaning back and hooking her legs over the chair arms she spun her seat so she was facing him, his mistress’s dripping quim on display.
Allen was now suspended upside-down with his face, still cock-gagged, less than a foot from the source of the scent and flavors he wanted more than life itself. Georgia had removed his chastity belt and for a while hand gently pumped his rock hard cock while refusing him the permission to cum. Thanks to his own machine her word was law and despite the agony of his intense arousal he would literally be unable to orgasm without her permission.
Once he was hard she had slipped a nice tight cockring on his member and filled his now empty ass with an anal vibrator twice the size of the dildo his chastity belt had held in place. The fact that it was on full blast was the source of his moans and thrashing. His body was being pushed to cum but his mind would not let him. It was a glorious sight, and nothing less than he wanted and deserved. “Having fun Allen? Aren’t the boys lovely? It’s almost time to play. Put away those puppy-dog eyes, I may not be letting you have any of this at the moment...” She scooped two fingers into her pussy and pulled them out wet. She pushed them towards him for a moment but at the last minute drew them away and sucked them clean. “… But I wasn’t planning to leave you down hear all night to watch.”
She smiled evilly as she tossed her hair, “Well perhaps I had planned that at first but I’ve been thinking about logistics. Conor and I can always have fun, but the new boys will only be a rare treat, for now. Still, I don’t want to deprive the boy of a reward for obeying so well. What do you say Slave, want to bust that monster load of your in your son’s tight pre-teen ass?”
Allen’s mind was a fog of pleasure but his Mistress’s words cut though the fog like a lighthouse. ‘Fuck Conor?’ He didn’t want to do that… but
SHE wanted him to… and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t done everything else under his Mistress’s direction. He tried to focus, to keep control of what little shred of himself he had left but his cock was so hard it hurt and his rolling gaze found the video of his son stripping down to his tight little briefs, showing off his taught ass and like so many time before he felt another piece of himself break.
His head nodded once at first but soon it was speeding up into a vigorous agreement as he tried to state his approval through his gag. He heard Mistress laughing evilly but he didn’t care. Another piece of himself was shattered and all he could think of was doing as Mistress wanted. Deep inside what was left of his enslaved and broken Swiss cheese mind lay a deep regret, but that small part of his mind was powerless, both due to his Mistress’s control and for the more basic fact that there was no way to put the proverbial genie back in the bottle.
Georgia watched her Slave’s rock hard cock bounce up and down as he nodded his head, it was wonderful. She had wanted to see Conor and Allen together for ages and could have done so by stripping away his will and having them fuck like her meat puppets; but it was far far more arousing to break her former husband like this. Conor wouldn’t resist, couldn’t resist. His wild hormones and vulnerable, developing psyche had rendered him so open to Allen’s machine; her son was hers to mold, body and soul.
“That’s wonderful to hear slave, now you just need to hold on for a little while longer. The boys are almost ready for us.” Allen gave a little slob as she turned away from him but she ignored it. She let herself get distracted momentarily by the recordings of the boys stripping, but she soon turned her attention back to the main input dialogue. It was at 92%, which was close enough for her. Pulling up another window that gave her remote control over the television input she switched over their campy comedy horror to something more tonally appropriate for what she had planned. Standing she began to unhook her husband from his bonds all the while thinking about what was coming next.
Conor had seen Army of Darkness dozens of times but rarely had he found it so enrapturing. It seemed like his eyes had been glued to the screen for the past hour and from the lack of noise or movement from his friends he felt a strong certainty they were experiencing the same thing. The whole situation tickled something in the back of his mind, a sort of déjà vu, like he had been here before only with his parents and not his friends. He tried to hold onto the thought but it slipped through his mental fingers as his attention was drawn back to Ash’s antics on the screen.
Conor barely noticed when the TV screen blanked out for a moment, like someone was changing inputs, and the movie on the screen was suddenly very different. Now, instead of knights fighting deadites in medieval Europe there was a scene in an office. A pan shot from the desk showed that it was the office of Principal Lauren Cockmasterson. The camera pulled out to show the principal herself, a mature but not unattractive woman with long black hair dressed in a ridiculously tight parody of a suit. She was glaring at the two boys on the other side of her desk. Both looked to be young, maybe only slightly over 18. One was a blond hair surfer stereotype while the other was a black guy wearing a varsity letter jacket, obviously a ‘jock’ though he didn’t appear to be particularly buff.
The movie seemed familiar to Conor, though he couldn’t place it or move to change it even if he had wanted to. His gaze was focused and practically unblinking as the new film played. The principle had stood from her desk, showing off her shapely legs in a very short skirt and was lecturing her two students. Apparently they had the lowest grades in the school and were set not only to fail to graduate but to be sent back an additional year. The students look embarrassed and desperate when they heard the news. They began begging with the stony Principle Cockmasterson, soon they were on their hands and knees practically in tears saying they would do anything if they could somehow be allowed to graduate. At the phrase ‘anything’ their principle’s eyes lit up and she smiled, reaching under her desk and pulling out a riding crop.
The porno, because it was obviously porn; continued from that premise as the two boys did anything and everything for their principle in order to earn passing grades. The six boys found their young dicks growing hard as they watched with glazed eyes and half smiles. It didn’t seem to matter that the porn was bisexual. The student’s first order was to make out for their principle as she stripped naked. As the porn played on Conor and his friends found that their cocks stayed just as hard watching the principle order the surfer guy lick his principles cunt as it did when she ordered the black jock to join in by licking out the surfer guy’s ass. Oddly, they never considered masturbating to release their growing sexual tension.
Soon the whole porno devolved into a bisexual orgy with cocks up butts and thrusting into cunts while the students made out with both each other and their teacher. The scenes became more and more extreme with toys and strap-ons but one thing always remained constant, the principle was the one in charge. She always gave the orders. Conor and his friends found that to be the hottest thing of all and each of them found their own fantasies drifting into being dominated by a powerful older woman.
Almost as if on cue the lights in the room suddenly sprang into full brightness. The shock snapped the boys out of their pornographic revelry and as one they spun towards the door to the den. Standing there in achingly sexual red silk lingerie was a MILF goddess. In the back of their clouded minds the boys knew it was Conor’s mom, Mrs. Hale. They even saw that on hands and knees behind her was Mr. Hale dressed in a bizarre leather get up, his rock hard cock dangling between his legs like an animal. They saw what was actually present, but in their minds it was infinitely different. Ms. Hale seemed to radiate waves of pure domination and sexuality and her presence threatened to overwhelm the boys unresisting minds.
A smile crossed her face, one very reminiscent of the one from the porno. It was a wicked little smile that promised both punishment and pleasure. Conor realized he knew it well and as if a dam had broken memories of the last few months poured into his mind.
Conor had noticed his mother’s growing frustration after the move. She had always spent most of her time at work in the past and when she was home she would often go straight to bed leaving the housework to him and his father. However, she hadn’t found a job near their hometown, so she was suddenly the homemaker while his father worked days at his new job and nights in his private office in the basement. She wasn’t taking the role reversal well.
She seemed bitter about the arrangement, Conor had overheard and argument between his father and mother; she said it didn’t matter he was making all the money, it didn’t mean he had to stop helping around the house. His father had rebuffed her with her own past actions along with claims of long hours and important projects; it had left his mother livid. Conor could feel the tension in the house, and lacking any new friends he had few places to go to escape it. Strangely, it all seemed to change overnight.
One morning Conor had woken to find his normally casual mother in a house dress making pancakes for him and his father. It was such an out of place image it hurt his head to see it. Still his mother seemed happy, and peace was once again maintained around the house. It went on like that for some time. His mother suddenly a happy housewife, though she did often spend evenings in the basement with his father. He was old enough not to want to think about what his parents did behind closed doors, plus it gave him more TV time to game.
Conor was just adjusting to the new normal when everything was turned on it head, only this time much more dramatically. He came in one afternoon from biking to find his mother dressed in a leather bondage outfit and his father gagged and tied to a chair in the den, struggling to get free. While he tried to process the scene his mother jumped him and grabbed him up. He tried to struggle as well but she just turned his head towards the TV and held him close, making shush noises.
Conor remembered the screen, like static under a rippling pond, and just the sight of it made him feel so relaxed. His fighting slowly stopped and his mom pulled him close, he could feel her bare breasts on his back but didn’t care. Nothing besides the screen mattered. For a long time they sat like that, him in his mother’s lap, eyes glued to the screen. His father making struggling sounds from the chair which slowly subsided. Conor remembered the way his mother stroked his hair and whispered to him. Words lost in the static.
Since that night mom, Mistress, was in charge again. She ruled the house and it had been Conor’s pleasure to obey her whim. He had been rewarded well. He had felt her lips on his cock as she gave him his first blowjob and the feeling of her warm and tight pussy and ass as he lost his virginities. He even learned the different but no less pleasurable feeling of his father’s lips wrapped around his cock. His mother had more skill but when he and his father preformed for her the added sexual thrill only heightened his pleasure. His dad was strangely hesitant to fuck his ass but Conor had no doubt he would eventually. Their Mistress had made it very clear she would like to see that.
By then school had started and his wise and clever mistress had changed him so that Conor forgot about his true place when he was at school so that no one ever found out about their true relationship. That didn’t stop him from following her instructions though, like making friends with a group of cute boys and convincing them to come to sleep over. Serving his Mistress brought Conor pleasure unlike any other. He was hers.
Conor slid off the couch and fell to his knees before his mother, his Mistress, “Have I pleased you with my choices mother?” Behind him his friends saw what he was doing and like the good little toys they now were they emulated him, falling to their knees before their mistress, their hard little cocks, outlined provocatively in their underwear.
Georgia smiled down at her son and pulled out a cherry red riding crop she had tucked into the back of her garter. Touching it to her son’s turned down face she lifted his chin and met his eyes. “You have done very well Conor, you’re my perfect little childslave and I have brought a reward for your loyalty.” Conor beamed with joy and lust, for he had pleased his Mistress. Leaning back Georgia gave Allen a smack on the ass with the crop and he cried out with a sound of pleasure and pain before crawling hands and knees into the room. “Conor I’m giving you your father for tonight. If you keep doing so well I may even let you have him for good. You may do whatever you want with him, he has agreed to ANYTHING, isn’t that right Slave.” Allen just nodded a desperate and manic look on his face. “Just be a dear and make sure Mommy is watching when he finally takes your ass. You know how much I want to see that.”
Conor’s smile threatened to slice his head off, “Of course Mistress, I wouldn’t think of taking that away from you.” With a nod of dismissal from his mother Conor lead his father over to the couch. He took a seat near the edge and lifted his legs. “You’re such a good daddy for finally submitting to your betters. Now I want you to rip my underwear off with your teeth and then lick my ass and blow me. Make sure to focus on my ass though, I want it moist and ready for when you finally fuck me.” Allen just moaned with needy pleasure. The physical gag was gone but he was so lost in his own shattered mind words were too much for him.
Seeing that her two boys were occupied Georgia turned her attention to her five new toys. The sound of bisexual coupling still filled the air from the porno on the TV and she decided she had held back on her own orgasm long enough. She had many games she wanted to play with the boys but now all she wanted was worship and pleasure. “Boys, do you understand that I am your Mistress and that it is your pleasure and honor to do whatever I command without question?”
Five sets of heads nodded and five voices spoke together;
“Yes Mistress, I obey!”
“Yes Mistress, I obey!”
“Yes Mistress, I obey!”
“Yes Mistress, I obey!”
“Yes Mistress, I obey!”
Georgia cracked her crop against the wall causing the boys to jump slightly, reveling in her power. “Perfect, my new little toys now I wish for you to please me.” She sat in a lazy boy across from her husband and son so that she could watch them go. Kicking off her red heels she spoke, “Twins, I want one of you to worship each of my stocking clad feet. Lick and suck on my toes and soles. Become obsessed with them, each sniff of my scent, each taste of my flavor will bring you closer and closer to orgasm but you will not cum without my command. “
Scurrying to obey Finn crawled to his Mistresses left foot while Liam crawled to her right. In unintentional unison they both began their worship with her big toe. Georgia groaned at the sensation, her feet hadn’t always been sensitive but it was another ‘benefit’ of Allen fucking with her mind, now the children at her feel were sending pulses of pleasure right into her cunt. “Now Blondie and Caramel I want each of you to take one of my breasts and armpits. I hope you were listening when I spoke to the twins because the same rules apply to you, worship me and my scents and I will reward you will pleasure as only I can.”
Sam moved to Georgia’s side having to stand to reach her right breast. Across from him he could see Drew was doing the same but his eyes saw only his mistress, his lips tasted only her flavors, his nose only her scent, his mind only her words. “Finally my lovely ebony pet, you get to drink from my grail. Go now between my legs and pleasure me with lips and tongue. I do not expect experience but I do expect enthusiasm and devotion to my pleasure over everything else. I will grant you a small mercy and guide you should you need it.”
As Lionel crawled between her legs Georgia experienced the overwhelming sensation of being worshiped by five sets of lips and tongues. The pleasure made her quiver and she closed her eyes, as she savored the complex pleasure that steamed not only from the dance of moist flesh along her most sensitive areas but also the knowledge of who was worshiping her and the deviant delight and heady power that brought.
Putting her arms behind her head to give the boys better access to her sweaty armpits she let herself get lost in the pleasure. As her orgasm grew she reflected that nothing she had experienced before her transformation had compared to this.
For Georgia, things started to change with the move. Back in their old house, when both she and Allen had been working, she had been the main bread winner. She wouldn’t have admitted it to herself back then but she liked the feeling of being the one who wore the pants in the house. She had a loving family and didn't have to do any of the homemaker drudgery that she had always hated.
Minimal cooking, no dishes, no laundry, no vacuuming, mowing the lawn or any other tedious chores; she was free from all of them. And why not, she made the money, she worked late, and she deserved time to relax. The only downside of her life at the time was the poor sex life with Allen, but she rationalized that as being a product of busy schedules and having a child in the house. Anyway she always had her vibrator to get off and she had never begrudged Allen his porn as long as he didn’t think she’d let him get away with any of the kinky stuff he seemed to like.
After the move it had been different. She had been against moving from the beginning but she hadn’t been able to argue with the money or the nicer location. Allen’s new job made almost twice what they had both been making together and they were moving into a safer neighborhood with a better school district. She had thought she would have been able to find her own job soon enough but it hadn’t happened. Suddenly it was Georgia at home doing the chores and Allen working late in the office or in his private basement lab. It had led to fights and an even worse sex life. Part of her knew she was being irrational but she didn’t care. It was when things were at their worse that Allen had said he had come up with a solution.
Georgia had been angry and skeptical, but he had promised things would be even better than before. Despite everything, she did love him and wanted things to work out so she had agreed to try out his solution. One evening, after Conor had gone to bed, Allen brought her down to his lab. This alone was a miracle since he had always said his work was literally top secret. He sat her down in the main chair and told her to watch the monitors. She didn’t see how a movie would help but given all of the complex equipment he had, she was half expecting a robot to show up.
She sat down and he pressed a button on something in his hand. Suddenly the screen exploded with loud visual and auditory static combined with a weird watery effect that made the whole thing hard to look at. Only she couldn’t look away. Unbeknownst to her; her eyes were now wide and dilated as the encoded information poured into her brain. Time was meaningless inside the static and minutes or hours later it stopped and Georgia blinked. For a brief moment she felt weird and then something clicked in her mind and everything made sense. She jumped up from the seat and gave her husband a big sloppy kiss.
Allen was smiling and so was she, how had she been so dumb. She was a woman; that meant she was a maid in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. Since the work for that day was done she pounced on her husband knocking him off balance before falling to her knees and pulling out his cock. She hadn’t given him a blowjob in far too long but she decided it was time to remedy that.
The next few weeks were bliss, life was perfect for Georgia and the sex had never been better. The only thing was, Allen kept pushing her to try some of the really kinky things from his favorite websites. She might be a whore for him but she was still a housewife and mother and there were just some things she wouldn’t do. To his credit, he didn’t push. Instead a few days after a heated discussion of what she would and wouldn't do, she was invited back down to the basement. She went with a skip in her step; she knew instinctively she would never refuse to join her husband in the basement if he asked.
Once again she found herself looking at the wavy static only this time it was, sharper, and harsher. It poured into her mind breaking down barrier after barrier, shattering the taboos that had kept her from living out Allen’s kinky fantasies. Last time it had been quick but this was different, painful in a strange way. She had no way of knowing that Allen's rushed, poorly worded, and overwhelming programming was having a cascade effect in her psyche and by the time she blinked herself awake she had no taboos left. The Georgia that stood up sensually from the chair was a free woman, free from any and every restriction of decency, perversity and taboo. It was glorious. The only restriction she had left was the one Allen held over her. She knew he could control her with his ‘safe words.’
He had wanted her to play dominatrix, but now she was very much a real one and she hated the idea that he could control her. So they played for a while, each time ending just as she was starting to enjoy her power by the use of a control phrase. Finally she had enough. Using all of her seduction and feminine wiles she convince Allen to let her tie him up… which he liked, but this time he agreed to wear a gag. He was so sure of his power, and so turned on by her persona he did so thoughtlessly, and that was the end of him.
With Allen helpless to stop her she discovered just what his machine could do. She was pleasantly surprised that it could output to the living room, she assumed he had planned on using it on guests at some point but that only made it more valuable to her. The input was stupidly simple and it didn’t take her long to write a powerful set of commands that were designed to turn Allen from Master into Slave. It was perfect.
Not wanting to wait around in the dank basement for the program to run she dragged her resisting husband up the stairs and tied him tightly to the lazy boy in the den. She had just set the program to run when she heard the door close. A brief shock of panic made her realize she had totally forgotten about Conor, and then a darker thought replaced it. She had no more taboo’s anymore and reveled in her every twisted kink… so what was stopping her from adding her twelve year old son to her new harem. She almost came at the thought.
Conor had tried to fight but soon he was in her arms and slumping as his mind was being reprogrammed just like his father. She whispered to him then, “We’re going to have so much fun.”
Georgia felt her orgasm starting to build and decided she wanted to make the moment absolutely perfect. Opening her eyes she saw with glee that Conor had his father licking out his asshole. She watched as Allen’s tongue snaked it way up his son’s ass and Conor moan, his own little dick twitching and wet with Allen’s saliva. Taking a panting breath she gestured to get Conor’s attention, “Now sweetie, use his rod for your pleasure now!.”
Conor moaned his approval and looked down at his father, “Now Daddy, I want you to take that big cock of yours and shove it up my wet and ready poop shoot, it will feel amazing for both of us but remember this is for Mommy, it’s her show so put on a good one. “ Allen’s head bobbed like a doll and he groaned agreement, the buildup of cum in his balls was physically painful. Positioning himself at his son’s anus he pushed the head inside. Conor gave off a dramatic groan of pleasure and pain but both his parent’s knew his ass was well trained. “Fuck me Daddy; shove your meat stick into my shitter and fuck your son!.”
Allen had nothing left, the sensation of his son’s ass was overwhelming and he rutted like an animal, his mind broken completely. Conor’s play grunts of pleasure became real ones as father and son coupled at their Mistress’s command. Lost in the pleasure they saw nothing else. The sight was like electricity to Georgia, her body began to twitch growing closer and closer to orgasm, “FASTER!” she shouted and the seven men obliged, Conor and Allen fucking wildly and the lips and tongues of her attendants speeding up in tempo. Her body writhed and she cooed. Part of her wanted to close her eyes but she refused to miss a moment of her boy’s incestuous coupling.
Sex permeated the room; slurping of lips, the slapping of flesh, moans of man, woman and boy alike. Things reached a fever pitch and Georgia felt herself peek, “CUMMING!” She cried out and her own cry was matched by seven others. Her five boy toys all came into their underwear, staining the cloth and turning it damp as they shuddered with pleasure unlike any that they had felt before. Conor’s cum shot out in an arc that fell back on top of him but his eyes were rolled back in his head and he barely noticed. Allen’s deep throated groan was slower in coming, but the buildup of cum soon overpowered his cock ring and rope after rope of thing white goo shot into his son’s well fucked ass.
Georgia basked in her orgasm along with her slaves but the night was still young, and she had so much more to do. After a short rest she began to give orders again. “You five, take off that sticky underwear and toss them over there.” A chorus of horse, “Yes Mistress’s” followed as five sticky wads of cloth found their way to the floor.
Georgia slipped off of her chair and crawled across the den to Allen and Conor, “Have fun my boys?” She asked, both nodded in a half stupor. With a nasty smile she smacked Allen across the face knocking him back and dislodging his cock from his son. “Slave! I want you to suck those undies clean. Enjoy the taste of boyspunk, it's your reward for being such a perfectly deviant slut of a father.” Allen nodded, and crawled to the underwear, burying his face in the pile and beginning to suck. If he had any human thoughts left he would have been ashamed, but he was a Slave, her animal. His mistress had told him to enjoy the taste so he did, savoring each slurp of cloth and cum.
Georgia turned her attention back to her son, “Caramel, Ebony grab Conor’s legs and hold them up. Spread his ass wide for me.” Lionel and Drew moved to respond standing beside the couch their cocks still glistening with cum. They looked too good to resist so before doing anything else Georgia engulfed Lionel’s cock and sucked off the last remnants of cum feeling him grow hard again. Repeating the action for Drew she savored the different flavors of their spunk. With Conor’s hole held wide she could see the frothy mix of cum up his ass and it looked delicious.
“Before mistress enjoys her snack I need a few more things. Blondie, do you know what a fluffer is?” Sam shook his head no and looked sad for disappointing his mistress. Georgia smiled to comfort him, “It’s aright, you're young. A fluffer is the person on a porno set in charge of making sure all the guys have nice hard cocks. I need you to be Mistress’s little fluffer for a while. I want you to suck of the twins till they're nice and hard. Then make sure Ebony and Caramel stay hard as well, you can ignore Allen he doesn’t deserve your pretty mouth on his fat old cock. Do you understand?” Sam nodded vigorously but instead of replying moved right to Finn trying to suck on a cock for the first time.
“Perfect. Now Twins’ when you're nice and hard I want your cocks in my ass and cunt. Fuck me like porn stars, hard and deep. You can even cum in me but once you do, make sure you go back to your fluffer and get hard as soon as possible and back in your holes. Ebony, Caramel; anytime one of the Twins’ cums in me jack yourselves off and cum on me, my hair, my back, my ass, be creative. Can I depend on you four?” The four boys nodded and responded;
“Yes Mistress!”
“Yes Mistress!”
“Yes Mistress!”
“Y..y..y..esssss Mistress!”, Finn’s response was shaky with Sam on his cock.
Georgia beamed, “Conor, just relax for mommy.” With that she dove between her son’s ass cheeks and began to suck her husband’s frothy spunk from her son’s ass. The taste was mind blowing and the whole act was so deviant that she was already on the edge of orgasm when she felt a cock shove into her asshole followed by a second cock shoved into her cunt. The Twins’ cocks weren’t large but they were determined and soon they were riding her hard. She felt a warm blast in her cunt followed by the boy pulling out. Splashes of cum hit her back and head, she just wormed her tongue deeper into her son appreciating the sound of boys moaning.
By the time she was sure Conor's ass was nice and clean she was a spunky mess with goo dripping from her back, hair, pussy and ass. She was in hevan. Looking up from her Son’s asshole she saw his cock and while her toys continued her slow bukkake she sucked him off lovingly as only a twisted dominatrix of a mother could do. Conor groaned and moaned, she knew every inch of her son’s dick by now and could either keep him on the brink for hours or get him off in seconds. She opted for somewhere in-between and only held him on the edge of orgasm for fifteen minutes before taking his load. All of their fucking had helped increase his production of sperm and now he was shooting almost a mouthful. She was proud of him.
Pulling herself away she felt the sticky cum all over her body. Her toys had done such a good job. She lay on the floor, face down and ass up. From that position she gave another order, “Everyone, clean your mistress with your tongues.” As the rasp of tongues danced along her body once again she realized she happier then she had ever been. She had so many more plans but all the fucking the twins had done had taking a bit out of her, they were determined little things. So while receiving a seven man tongue bath she allowed herself to fall into a satisfied, well fucked nap.
Conor stood at the door and waved as Sam pulled away in his mother’s car. The blond boy waved back and when his mother wasn’t looking slipped a finger in his mouth, pantomiming blowing it. Conor fought the urge to laugh but Sam just pulled the finger out of his mouth and pressed it to his lips in a ‘shhh’ gesture. Conor’s cock twitched but settled quickly as the last of his friends headed home.
Going back inside he saw that Dad was cleaning up the table after breakfast. Conor figured it was lucky he was good for anything after last night. Their Mistress had really broken him; still he would rally. He always did. Mom said it was more fun to break him over and over again and Conor found it hard to argue. Still he could remember the feel of his father’s cock in his ass and that was something special he wouldn’t soon forget, even if by the end of the night he knew what each of his friends asses felt like wrapped around his dick and they knew the same about him.
Mistress was lying in the den; she was half asleep and slowly fingering herself as she breathed in the scent of sex that clung to the room like a miasma. When she saw him come in she smiled lazily, “Have a good time Conor?”
Conor smiled ruefully, “You know I did Mistress. Though was it wise to send the guys home with their memories intact?” His mother smiled knowingly. “You have a plan don’t you?”
“I may,” His mother replied, “Your friends all have families, some have siblings both younger and older; don’t you think it would be lovely if my influence grew even further.” Conor’s smile grew wide at the comment as his mother continued. “If only some demented genius had ordered your father to design wireless connectors to the system in the basement so simple even a kid could install.”
Conor impulsively hugged his mom, “I love you Mistress. You’re the best and I can’t wait till everyone knows it.”
Georgia just smiled thinking, ‘Me too slave, me too…”
The End.