Message-ID: <25226asstr$963486605@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Dirt Nap <dirtnap@altavista.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <8ka1fd$3od$54@nntp9.atl.mindspring.net> Reply-To: Mkarl2000@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} The Sex Slave Mommy Part 2 By Mkarl Date: Thu, 13 Jul 2000 07:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25226> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, Vulpine Copyright (C) 1999, Mkarl. ALL Rights Reserved Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade : Saturday PM, June 19, 1999 Without the written permission of Mr Double and during 120 days after the above mentioned date of first publication this story may be downloaded uniquely for your private use. After the limit date mentioned, the story may be freely distributed on condition that this notice remains attached, but not for profit, and providing the usual precautions have been taken to prevent it being read by unauthorized persons, especially under age children, or by people who might be offended by its contents. Mr Double may be contacted by emailing mrdouble@mrdouble.com or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: sexmom2.txt http://www.mrdouble.com The Sex Slave Mommy Part 2 by Mkarl Michael thought of his mother as he sat at the kitchen table eating his cereal. The boy felt the discomfort in the front of his pants and had to adjust himself. 'It' had really happened. The boy had finally made his fantasy come true and it had been wonderful. If Michael felt any remorse at all for raping his mother, it certainly was not evident by the bulge in the front of the boy's pants. The kid was going to have to do something about his erection as soon as he finished his cereal. Michael almost started to giggle as he tried to slurp down the last of the milk from the cereal bowl. For most thirteen year old kids, an erection meant sneaking to the bathroom for some masturbation but Michael was not going to have to resort to anything so boring because his mother was, at that very instant, laying bound and gagged in her bedroom. The boy was living the ultimate wet-dream. It had all been so fucking easy for the kid. Michael had arrived home straight from the last day of school and had started the summer holidays with a sexual attack on his mother. The rape itself had been more physical then the boy had anticipated. Michael always had a desire to be dominant over his mother but he never realized how he would get off on slapping her face and pulling her hair. Hearing his mother moan and scream had also worked for the boy. As Michael started back to his mother's bedroom he had to wonder just where the evening session was going to take him. Leta had been left to cry herself to sleep by her son Michael following her afternoon rape. She was on her bed naked and secured with duct tape. Her own son had fucked her. The boy had actually told her he was trying to knock her up. The boy had first pissed in her mouth and then forced her to suck him off. The young mother was humiliated but helpless to do anything about it. After Michael had fucked his mother, it seamed for an instant that the boy had regret. Leta had just a spark of hope that he had come to his senses. The kid had satisfied himself with his second orgasm of the hour so the young mother allowed herself the briefest hope that she was to be set loose despite the boy's obscene comments that she was now a sex slave Mommy. All of Leta's prayers were dashed as Michael had elevated her legs up onto the bed board and secured them. The little bastard was adding the benefit of gravity to help his 'boys' get the job done breeding her. With the tape over her mouth and both her arms and legs secured all the comfort Leta could manage was a few hours of sleep while her son recharged for rape number two. "Wake up Mommy-cunt." Michael was full of confidence as he stood bedside and started to drop his pants. He had always wondered if he would feel any humility when the day finally arrived to be naked in front of a girl but now he had no hesitation in revealing his readiness to have round two with his little sex-slave. The kid could not understand the gibberish from his mother's protesting lips through her duct tape gag. "What is the matter Mommy? I know you liked the fuck I gave you. Are you trying to beg me to fuck you again? Don't worry Mommy. We can fuck all night. I have planned to rape you for so many years but I knew daddy would punish me but now he is dead so from now on I will rape you all of the time." Michael was talking goofy nonsense but the truth was he did not know exactly how to start on his Mom again. The boy was learning that a problem with raping someone you love is that deep inside will always be an unwanted amount of sympathy for the victim. Sure, the sight of his helplessly bound mother was making his cock twitch and the fresh memories of her screams still played lovingly in his head but she was the woman that helped him with his homework and kissed his scraped knees too. Michael had to act or he was in danger of loosing the Moment. "You sucked my cock so good in the bathroom Mommy that you can do it again. If you try to scream when I take off the tape or fight me in any way then I will fucking hurt you really bad so just wait while I take the tape off of you." As the boy hurried out to the kitchen to grab a knife, his eyes caught the camera on the cabinet. Michael still knew that he would have a problem getting the photos developed but he wanted to capture the Kodak Moments as they occurred. The kid was really going to need to force his mother to purchase a video camera. Leta saw the knife and the camera as her horny teenager returned to the bedroom. She just had to wait as the boy cut her legs loose and then started trying to cut the tape off of her head. It was too tight. "Hold still Mom or I might cut you...I guess I will just have to peel the tape off." "Owwww. Baby, stop." It did not matter to Michael if his Mom was asking him to stop pulling the tape off of her hair or to stop the rape in general; he was not about to stop doing either. "What are you going to do now Michael?" The boy thought his mother must truly be stupid if she really needed to ask. "I want you on your knees bitch." Michael pulled his mother off of the bed and put her to her knees at his feet. The boy was consciously pleased that his mother was measurably more cooperative then she had been in the bathroom for his first blow job. Maybe the young mother was temporarily out of tears or maybe just the act of simply being forced to suck her son's cock could not measure up following the true rape Leta had already endured but, in any case, Michael quickly had his cock where he wanted. It was just so natural to the boy. His mother had always been kissing him over the years whenever he had an owie now she could comfort him by kissing his most important part. "I want you to kiss my cock Mommy. Show me that you love to be by cock-sucking sex slave." The boy had her by the hair. Leta had the slightest urge to just bite as hard as she could but for as rotten as her brat was acting, she was still the Mom. Then she was the Mom kissing her thirteen year old kid's cock. "I knew you loved it Mommy. Lick it like a lollipop Mommy. I saw a movie at Roland's house where I saw that girls can get all of the boy's cocks sucked. I want to do that with you." Leta was surprisingly cooperative as the blow job progressed. She let her son control her by the hair as he had her run her tongue up and down the shaft of his dick. She even submitted as Michael pushed her low enough to focus her efforts on his balls. The boy seamed to have the greatest appreciation for her tongue though and was constantly redirecting her back to licking him. She was almost to the point of believing she would lick him to orgasm before the kid got around to making good on his threat to force her to deep-throat. "I know my cock is bigger then dad's was Mom. I hope I don't choke you too much. Leta just tried to relax herself as her son began to force himself in. The truth is she had never managed to deep-throat before. She always started to gag at about five inches. Her husband had never been a problem but, even going back to her high-school sweeties, she had always been with a guy who would not force the issue. Michael was going to be the first stud to get Leta operating at full capacity. "I am going to take a picture of my cock sticking in your mouth Mommy so smile like a good cunt." Leta really thought about biting as the brat snapped his shot. It was a futile thought. She could no more harm her boy then she could take her life to release her from her new fate as a sex slave Mommy. "Now take me deep slut." The kid's cock pushed deeper into the young mother's mouth then she had ever had before. Leta started to gag but still the cock penetrated deeper. Just as the mother feared the cock would go right through the back of her head, she felt the boy's balls against her chin. Michael had his Mommy's mouth mounted to full penetration. "I just knew you were a hot cock-sucker Mommy. I tried to spy on you and daddy one time when you did not know that I was awake. It was so fun to see your cunt. It was the first time I knew that you did fucking but when you were sucking daddy's cock I could not see because the chair was in the way. I love to see your pretty face when you are sucking a hard cock. We are going to buy a video camera and then I will always make movies of you sucking lots of cocks." The boy was releasing the young mother off of his cock as he spoke and after catching her breath she had to try to reason with the boy again. "Michael, you know this is wrong. You are too young Michael. I am your mother, not your wife. You have to let me go now. Maybe I can still get to the doctor so I will not have to be pregnant." "No Mommy. If you ever try to get rid of my baby then you will be punished." "Michael you know Mommy can not have an abortion but there might still be time for something called a morning after pill." "I am not going to ever let you go Mommy until you are getting really big in your tummy. You have to have my baby. You need to be punished for even talking about getting rid of it. In the movie I watched at Roland's, I know that it hurts a girl for the boy to fuck her in the ass so get on the bed bitch." "Michael, no! I never had it like that." "I want you to scream Mommy but if you try to be too loud I will have to tape you again." "Please don't put any more tape on my hair Michael. You have to free my arms if you want me to stick my ass up or I won't have any balance sweety." "I don't care Mommy. You will just try to get away if I untape you." The boy had picked his mother up off of her knees by the hair and had deposited her face down onto the bed. Now the kid was moving into position trying to prop his mother up into a pyramid position. The mother-cunt must have been truly apprehensive over giving up her ass because as cooperative as she had been in sucking off the kid, she now was just the opposite it facilitating the boy's new purpose. "Owwww. Michael, my hair." "Then stop wiggling you stupid bitch. If you don't hold your ass up then I will just mount you lying down anyhow but I will fucking spank you so hard that you will cry for a week. You are going to get fucked in your sexy little Mommy-ass so hold it up." Leta knew the bastard meant it. He would fuck her one way or another. He would probably spank her ass regardless of whither she cooperated or not, now that he had thought of it. She was beginning to finally learn who her son really was. She just had to make sure she would not give him the satisfaction of screaming as he sodomized her. Michael was quite pleased as his mother firmed up below him. Her ass looked mouth watering. The boy kept a grip of his mother's hair, just in case, as he used his free hand to grasp his dick and guide it to her hole. The resistance concerned the kid a little. It was not much like putting it into his mother's cunt. The boy pushed harder and then he discovered the magic of the asshole. She was so fucking tight. It was an amazing feeling on his cock. As satisfying as the mental idea of humiliating his mother by ass raping her was the actual sheer physical feel of wedging his stiff dick between her firm buns and deep into her tight, constricting asshole was Nirvana. Michael was afraid he was going to embarrass himself with an ejaculation. He wanted to prolong his mother's punishment. The only disappointment to the boy was he had not got the scream he wanted as he violated his mother's ass. "Feel me Mommy. Suffer you little slut. You are going to have my baby. I am going to fuck your ass hard to punish you." Leta wanted to scream. It felt like she had always imagined. Her son was amazingly well endowed for a kid so young. He was bigger then his father. She had once read a magazine that described a girl loosing her anal virginity. She could not tell if she was bleeding but from the discomfort she imagined she may as well have been. Still, the young mother would not give her son the satisfaction to hear her scream or even whimper as she took her ass fucking. The boy pumped his own ass to power his cock in and out of his mother's tightest opening. It seamed to get a little easier to thrust, almost as though the young mother's body was instinctively adjusting to survive the unnatural violation of her ass. Michael really could not care what the mechanics were involved in ass fucking his mother, all he knew was he was having tremendous difficulty holding back his money shot. Finally, the boy could wait no more. "I have some more cum to make sure you are knocked-up Mommy." "Don't you dare Michael. Oh my god. You little bastard...Dooooon't." Michael made the shift of holes and then started to shoot. His tricky little mother collapsed her weight but the boy was ready and rode her down while maintaining penetration to get his load home. It was time to tie the bitch up again to give her some time to soak up the cum to fertilize her eggs. The boy had been bored when the school taught him how to make babies but now he was finally going to put some school learning to good use. The boy finished binding his mother by pissing into a pair of her panties and putting them into her mouth. He was considerate enough to take care to put the tape under her hair as he secured her gag. His Mom would keep for the night and the boy knew the next day would be a big one so it was time to sleep...maybe his dreams might even star his sex slave Mommy. Epilogue From the author I hope your enjoying the sex slave Mommy. It reflects my own tastes and is admittedly shocking and offensive by the conventional standards of society. If you have not already read part one, the story so far had depicted how a thirteen year old boy decided to act on his sexual urges to enslave his mother. The key scenes included the first blow job, some water-sport fun, and of course the magical first fuck(breeding?) Now in part two I have decided to keep it short and simple with the evening's events of another blow job and the ass fuck. If all goes as planned, Michael plans to see if he can get one or two of the neighborhood dogs into his house for his Mom. The boy also has a very strong urge to see his mother completely fucked by some young blacks. If he can take the time expect to read more shortly. 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