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                        A MOTHER'S GAMBLE 

		                   By        
                              KING

Author's Notes: I loved the story Gamble by Scorpio so much I had
to add something to the ending as well as expand the storyline.
Please read Gamble, the prequel to this story first before you
proceed to A Mother`s Gamble. This story has the same theme as
the Sex Slave Mother. I like to remind readers at this point that
this story is just a fiction, a pure fantasy. Just let your
imaginations run wild, then anything could be possible. If you
find the subject matter too offensive, please don't read any
further. Furthermore, if you deem my writing as well as the usage
of the English language and grammar are not up to your standards
please stop and go on to the next story. Almost everyone
appreciates constructive criticisms and comments, however, any
scathing attack or sarcastic remarks are absolutely uncalled for,
it only reflects poorly on those who made them, and therefore
reveals their own ignorance and inadequacies! 


Continues from "GAMBLE" by Scorpio(with very minor adjustment).

"You still want me?" I breathed.

"More than ever Mom." He smiled, "I love you as my mother, I love
even more now that I have seen how much you love me, seen what
lengths you would go to protect me! And I love you as a woman, a
beautiful woman. If you'd let me I'd like to try to help you keep
this hunger, as you call it, under control."

"Bob," I whispered, "Could you cope with the perverted things I
will no doubt ask you to do to me? Could you still love methen?"

"Perverted things?" He mused, "Like tying you up? Like beating
you? Like fucking you so hard you faint?"

"Yes," I sighed sorrowfully, "and worse, like treating me like
shit, like a slut slave?"

"Oh shit!" He groaned, "You would want that? Truly?"

"I think so." I replied lowering my head in shame at his
expression of shock.

"Mom," he suddenly laughed, then said firmly, "go to your room,
strip off everything .Put on your sexiest garter belt and
stockings then slip on a pair of highest heels you owned.
Oh...Mom, and don't forget to bring me your dog collar and leash
then get back here pronto and assume the position in front of me
... bitch!"

Even before he had finished speaking I was groaning in climax. As
soon as I felt that my legs would support me I rushed to my room.
With eager fingers I threw off all my clothes, put on a lacy
white garter belt and  pair of sheer black stockings and the
six-inch stiletto heels. I grab the dog collar and dog leash on
me way out. As I rushed back to my son as fast as I could on such
high heels and I felt another climax washed over me. When I got
back to the living room I found my son sitting naked on the
couch, his enormous prick was reaching towards his chest in
erection. Without hesitation I approached the couch and dropped
to my knees in front of my son and humbly offered my collar and
dog leash to him.

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A Mother's Gamble



Chapter One: The initiation of a Sex Slave Mommy


I kneed meekly in front of my 15-year-old son with hands behind
my back in a submissive posture. I was visibly trembling with
nervous anticipation. Bob looked down at my scantily clad sexy
body with both love and lust in his eyes.

"Mom, you were a vision when you walked down the stairs, so
graceful and elegant yet so sinfully erotic. A sex goddess and a
sluttish whore roll into one! I just love you in this outfit. I
think from now on you're going to dress like this or in a sexy
French maid uniform without the underwear of cause, otherwise
you'll be totally naked while in the house. We will get you a
whole new sexy wardrobe and I'll pick and choose everything you
wear from now on! And by the way, Mother, I don't want you to
wear any underwear when we go out anymore! I would find you
infinitely more alluring when I knew that you`re totally naked
under you clothes in public places." Bob declared firmly.
 
"Whatever you say Bob." I agreed readily with elation and felt my
cunt getting moist.

Bob picked up my dog collar then looked directly into my blue
eyes intensely and said solemnly.

"Mom, is this really what you want? There is no going back once I
put this around your neck." 

"Oh yes! I want to be your slut slave more than anything in in
the world, my daring son!" I said tremblingly with raw emotion. 

I even felt a little dampness in my eyes. I knew this was the
defining moment for both of us-mother and son. Life will never be
the same from now on, only better! Just after my son tightened
the dog collar around my neck and attached the dog leash to it, I
was overcome by a particular strong orgasm. I screamed out loudly
and my whole body was shaking by uncontrollable spasms. Profuse
amount of cunt juices was sprouting out of my vagina and running
down my shapely inner thighs. Even after my orgasm subsided for a
while, my vaginal entrance was still filled with creamy juices
slowly trickling out continuously down my inner thighs. Large
pearly drops of my cum cream were dripping off the ends of my
totally matted and pussy juice soaked blonde pubic hairs.

"Wow! Mother, I see that you really love to be collared and dog
leashed, just like a doggy bitch aren't you?" Bob asked me with a
smirk while looking down on my cum dripping pussy.

My face turned beet-red, and I bowed my head in deep shame. The
amazement in my young son's voice and his knowing smirk made me
even more embarrassed for cumming like a bitch in heat. But deep
down in my heart, I knew this was to be my destiny-to serve my
own fifteen-year-old son, to be his sex slave.

"Lift you head Mom, I want to see how you look with the dog
collar!" Bob pulled on my dog leash forcefully and commanded. 

I complied immediately. After a lengthy inspection from different
angles, Bob pronounced his assessments.

"Mother, the dog collar is very becoming on you. You have a long
and graceful neck; it's made to wear a dog collar. Mom, from this
moment on, I proclaim that you're my sex slave! I'm you're
master, and I own you now!" After a poignant pause, Bob stated,

"As your master, I command you to wear a dog collar at all times!
I'll have to replace this old leather dog collar with a new one
that could go under a shower so there will be no need for you
ever to take it off. I think it would be a little wider, and of
course a much more fashionable and stylish than this one. Yes, a
custom-design one that's made out of dazzling silvery platinum.
It could be closed with a lock, and fashion to resemble a choker
so that when we go out, you wouldn't attract too much outraged
and unwarranted attentions. I might as well get you a dog tag to
go with the new dog collar. On second thought, not quite a dog
tag, but something refined for a beautiful classy slut like you
Mom. Yes, a gold pendant in the shape of a dog tag to hang from
the front of the dog collar and down to the lovely hollow of your
slender neck, mom." Bob declared with satisfaction.

While Bob was talking, I got more and more excited and turned on,
and more cunt juice was leaking out of my pussy. 

"I`ll engrave your name on one side of the pendant and my name on
the other side. Wait, to be more specific, since the pendant
symbolizes a dog tag and will be hanging from your dog collar,
mother don't you think it would be more appropriate to add in
smaller letters, the words: `pet`s name` in front of your name
and `owner's name` in front of mine?" Without waiting for a
confirmation answer from me, Bob jokingly added,

"Hey, I might even want to have our phone number put on your dog
tag in case you got lost!" Bob laughed at his own humor and then
said seriously, 

"I only wish it`s possible for me to take you to a public place
like the mall or a restaurant on a dog leash, Mother, so that
everybody will know that you belong to be, that you're me pet and
my sex slave!" Bob pulled on my dog leash slightly as if to lead
me to somewhere public.

I knew all this talk of gold pendant and custom-designed
dog-collar made out of platinum was just all part of my son's
pretenses, where were we going to get the money anyway?  However,
the inscriptions that my son wanted to engraved onto the new
pendant that I'll suppose to wear dangling from my brand new
sparkling dog collar will leave no doubt on anyone's mind after
they read it, that my young son was my master, my owner. If there
were no grave consequences, I too wish my son could parade me in
public places by leading me on a leash attached to my dog collar
thus proclaiming his ownership of me to the whole world! The very
thought that my young son intended to turn his own mother at
least symbolically into his pet dog put me over the edge! Before
Bob even finished what he was saying, I screamed out in rapture
and ecstasy as waves of orgasms hit my extreme emotionally
stimulated body. Large amount of sticky aromatic feminine cum
juices were oozing out of my pussy once again. 

"Oh, my God, yes, yessss. . . " I cried out in the throttle of
orgasmic high.

"Mom, you just cum like a sluttish whore! I see that you loved my
ideas about your dog tag . Now, look me in the eyes, mother." Bob
commanded while pulling on my dog leash with a strong tug to
bring my head up.

I looked at my son worshipfully with both motherly love andlust.

"Mom, you're my sex slave! You belong to me, and I own your
lovely sexy body! So, from now on I want you to address me as
your master." Bob stated vehemently.  

I was shaking uncontrollably once again by multiple orgasm. My
crotch area was soaking wet with pussy juices as more and more of
my feminine cum juices secreted from my inner most vaginal walls.
Just like me, the experience with the gang has changed my son
from a sweet innocent boy to a strong domineering boy-man, my
man! I believed his was a latent dominant and he wanted to
dominate his own mother!  Oh yes, I wanted to submit and owned by
my fifteen-year-old son too! My heart was bursting with joy. I
looked up at my handsome son with submissive blue eyes and
answered him eagerly and respectfully.

"Yes, my master, I'm you're sex slave, you're my owner. You own
me, body and soul. I'll call you `my master' every time I address
you, my darling son, my master." I declared proudly.

"Mom, you're also my pet now, my very own doggy bitch aren't you
my dear mother?" Bob asked possessively while tugging on my dog
leash strongly as if to stress the point and to demonstrate that
I was indeed a collared and leashed doggy, and he, the owner of
this doggy.


"Yes my master, I'm your pet, you're my owner. I'm your doggy
bitch slut, your sex slave from this moment on. You can do
whatever you want to me and whatever you want with me." I
declared whole heartily and a surge of joy tingling throughout my
body.

"Anything I want, Mom?" Bob arched his eyebrow and asked me in a
teasing voice.

"Of course, my master! I'm yours to command. You can tie my up
and beat me till I bleed. You can make me into prostitute or even
sell me if you really wanted to!"

I kneed in front of my son with head bowed low and answered in a
soft voice like any other true submissive slave girl of bygone
era. Not that I wanted to be sold or even become a prostitute,
but it sounded so good and humble, like a truly devoted slave
would say. However, the beating and bleeding part was all true. I
have this strong desire to be tied up and beaten, I even craved
pain now! I didn't know this was resulting from the recent
experience I had just gone through in addition to the mind
alternating drugs, or may be this masochist trait and submissive
personality was always there laid dormant within me, just waiting
to be brought out in the open. It must have been providence, and
I was so grateful to the fact that it was my own beloved son who
made it all happen!

"Mother, you belong to me and no one else, you are mine forever!
Understood Mom. Well, may be I will sell you when you're old and
ugly. . . Just kidding my darling Mom, you`ll always be beautiful
to me! You have turned into such a slutty bitch, you probably
really want you own son to be your pimp, aren't you slut?"

I was shaking my head from side to side emphatically in
repudiation.

"Honey, I don't want to have sex with other men. I only want you,
my son, my master." And to emphasize my point I added, "Only you
satisfy me completely my love, you're better than Don and his
gang combined, my master!"

Addressing my own son as my master came so natural to me, it just
seemed I was born to be his slave! And every time I said the
words 'my master' to my son, I felt a tingling thrill down my
spine!

"That's reassuring mother, however you have such strong sex drive
now, I'm afraid you may not be able to help yourself. Just to be
on the save side, I will just have to think of something to
prevent you from going astray short of locking you up and throw
away the keys!"

Before I tried to say something in defense of my fidelity and
loyalty to him in spite of my wantonness and sluttish behavior,
Bob continued.

"Mom, I love you very very much, especially after what you went
through for me with Don and his gang. I could never repaid you
enough for what you did, but I promise you I'll try my very best
to make you happy. I'm going to take real good care of you for
the rest of our lives." Bob promised me earnestly.

Even though I was so overwhelmed with emotion and love for my
beloved son, and tears of joy were brimming over my eyes and
falling down my cheeks, I couldn't help but concerned that my son
would treat me too gently in the future. That was not what I
wanted at all, I wanted to be treated like shit-yes, beaten like
a slut slave!

"I love you too sweetheart, with all my heart. I hope that
doesn't meant you don't want to beat you slave mother up anymore,
my son, my master?" I asked in a worried tone. Bob laughed out
loud and said,

"Mother, I do believe you are not only a slut but also become a
perverted pain slave now! Oh yes, you're going to get what you
asked for! I'll enjoy immensely whipping your luscious creamy
soft asscheeks, shapely white thighs and smooth backside, or even
your large but deliciously  squeezable firm breasts and your
succulent pussy lips with a whip or a cane until they're crisp
cross with whip marks and pink welts. How would you like that
Mom?" Bob asked me sardonically with a wicked grin on his angelic
face.

I couldn't wait any longer; I needed my son to beat me up
harshly. My perverted mind and body desired pain and torturenow!

"Oh God! Yes, my son, my master, please whip your slave mother
now!" I implored my son urgently.

"Patience Mother! Patience, it will all be in good time. I still
have lots of things to tell you. Mom, you were a loving but a
very strict parent, now our role has been reversed and I'll be
equally if not more strict with you, my sweet gorgeous mother, my
sex slave! Even though I love you very much, I'll be a strong
disciplinarian, and you'll be punished no matter you deserved or
not. It will be entirely depended on my whim. I want you to know
that although I'll beat you often and sometimes quite severely, I
think just the way you like it, however, I`ll never cause any
permanent damage to your body. Furthermore, I'll never go beyond
your pain tolerance! Mother, you're my property, my sex toy. I
own your voluptuous sexy body from the top of your shinning
blonde head to the bottom of your pretty little feet. So you see,
my darling Mom, there's not a chance that I would dare risk even
a little scaring on your perfect alabaster silky smooth skin!
However, I do think your luscious creamy derri�re will be even
sexier and more adorable when turn all pink and red after a
thoroughly spanking! Yes, I would love to keep your creamy
asscheeks in a constant state of rosy-red color. Well, mother,
how would you like to be spanked by your own son every day from
now on?" Bob was grinning wickedly at me.      

"Oh yes, my son, please spank you're slave mother now. My master,
pretty pleaseeee. . . ." I was pleading with my son shamelessly
to spank me with puppy dog eyes. My breathing becoming a bit more
labored and my senses were heightened with anticipation.

I knew my son was tormenting me with promises of beating and
spanking on purpose, he had seen that I was in a constant state
of sexual arousal. But I was so desperate in need of a genuine
physically induced orgasm. I only hoped my son would take pity on
me by punishing and hurting me!

"Later Mom, but don't worry, before the day's out I promise your
unblemished lily white ass will become furiously red with half a
dozen or more whip marks that will turn into painful welts and
lacerations, so that you wouldn't be able to sit on your ass for
days! Right now, Mom I'm more interest in your soft, and oh so
squeezable delicious creamy breasts. "

My whole body quivering and tingling with delight when I heard my
son was going to whip my ass later. I leaned my chest forward
proudly for my son's appraisal. I had to admit that my 36 D-cup
breasts were one of my best features. Each tit of my creamy white
mounds was caped with a large hard dusky-pink nipple surround by
a sliver dollar size puffy delicately hued, pink-colored aureole.
In spite of their sizes, my breasts were quite firm and thrust
way out from my chest without a hint of sagging! 

I shivered pleasurably the minute my son cupped my sensitive
breasts in both of his hands. My large breasts were generously
overflowing in his hands. At first Bob was just caressing my
creamy soft breasts tenderly, he massaged and kneaded them
softly. It felt so good I started to moan and groan with desire.
Then Bob started to squeeze my firm globes gently at first,
slowly but surely Bob increased the strength and squeezing my
tender mounds harder and harder. The soft pliant fleshy tissues
of my breasts were squashed like sponges almost to the point of
being ruptured, and I realized that both of my flawless creamy
breasts would be bruised for days. I cried out with pain and
pleasure as my body rocked by non-stop orgasms. Bob released one
of my breasts, and use both of his hands to encircle the base of
the other breast and started to constrict and tighten his grip
more and more. The encircled breast seemed to inflate into a
small reddish balloon in grave danger of being burst into million
pieces anytime! My erect pinkish enlarged blood-fill nipple
popped up from the top of my tormented breast like a sore thumb!
Blood circulation to the breast was drastically reduced and my
poor breast mound and my large and elongated nipple turned from
deep red to purplish color. The breast started to go tingly and
numb but my son continued to torture my breast this way until I
squealed out and my body was convulsing by waves of orgasm
induced by the sharp needle-like stabbing pain in my breast.

"More please, my master." I begged audaciously, I was insatiable,
I wanted my son to squeeze and hurt this breast even more, and
tit torture for my other breast too. Yes, I craved more pain!

"Enough for your breasts now mother, next time I'll use ropes to
bind both of your breasts tightly, and you will suffer more and a
lot longer too. I might even hang you up by your breasts! And if
that's not enough pain for you, Mom, my pain slut slave, I could
even stick needles deep into your breasts and make pin cushions
out of them. Right now, let's focus on your delectable pink
nipples. I have great plans for these pair of  perky little
darlings, and I think you'll love them too, Mom." Bob promised.

With thumb and forefinger of each hand Bob griped each of my
erect pink nipples and pinched them real hard. I cried out with
pain and pleasure; my cunt leaked out more juices of my climax.
When my son started to squeeze and crush my blood-fill rock hard
nipples to the point of almost flatten them, I screamed out
loudly in more pain and pleasure. I only got a momentary reprieve
when Bob relaxed his grip on my abused nipples, but almost
immediately Bob started to pull hard on my painfully tender
nipples. My elongated pink erect nipples stretch longer and
longer to an impossible length, almost to the point that I felt
my poor nipples were about to be ripped from my breasts by the
roots. The excruciating pain was almost to the point of
unbearable when suddenly Bob released them. My poor torturous
nipples became half an inch long blood engorged erect nodules
after snapped back on top of my undulating breasts. My eyes were
brimming with tears and I shrieked in pain and pleasure; I lost
count the numbers of orgasm I experienced, and it almost seemed
that my pussy juices were pouring out of my vaginal opening by
the gallon.

My loving son has turned into a very strict disciplinarian just
like he said he would; he was fast becoming a real sadist, and I
loved it!

"Mom, just as you elegant long neck is made for a dog collar; the
size and length of your nipples are perfect for piercing and
rings! A couple of gold rings in each of your nipples will be
perfect compliment for your dog collar and dog leash. They are
symbols of your enslavement." Bob commented while stroking my
throbbing tender enlarged nipples as if to soothe the pain from
over stretching.

"You want to pierce my nipples, my master?"  I asked in
amazement.

I was really surprised that my son wanted to pierce and ring my
nipples. However, I didn't feel any revulsion or distaste to be
pierced and ringed, instead I wondered how my nipples would look
pierced and sporting gold rings. Where did he get such ideas? I
felt a weird sensation shivering down my spine followed by spasms
that were centered on my loins resulting in a strong orgasm. 


"Not just your nipples Mom, I want to pierce and ring your pussy
lips too."  Bob said calmly then casually reach between my
soaking wet thighs.

"Oh my God, It's like a lake down here!" Bob exclaimed.

I was so embarrassed it seemed my entire body was flushing  with
color. When Bob started to caresses my puffy outer pussy lips, my
groin began to undulate and spill out more juices from my vaginal
opening right onto my son's hand. In the midst of my orgasms, I
had totally overlooked that my teenaged son just told me that he
wanted to pierce and ring his own mother's pussy.

"Wow, you're such a slutty bitch Mom! I see that you not only cum
in a drop of the hat but also cum in buckets too."

Bob brought his cum covered hand by his nose; after he took a
deep breath to take in the heady aroma into his nostrils, he
began to lick his hand clean of my pussy juice.

"Not only smells divine but taste delicious too! Nectar for the
Gods." Bob praised.

I was both embarrassed and proud at the same time that my son
found my vaginal secretions so appetizing. Bob stuck at first two
fingers and then added another into my dripping vaginal tunnel
and scooped out a generous amount of my cunt cream. He brought
his Cum laden fingers over his wide open mouth and let my
aromatic feminine juices dripped down his throat. Once the juice
was gone, he scooped out more from the source.  After a few more
times of this back and forth actions, temperately satisfied, he
smacked his lips in appreciation.

"Mmm. . . Mmmm. . . Good! Here Mom, have a taste of your own
yummy pussy juice."

Bob scooped out more juice from my vagina and let it dripped into
my mouth. Oh yes, it's really was quite delicious no wonder my
son loved it so much. 

"Thank you my master." After I licked his fingers clean, I
thanked my son for feeding me my own scrumptious pussy cream.

Watching my own son drinking my pussy juices and the sweet
aromatic taste of my own cunt juice in my mouth really turned me
on. The stimulation of his fingers in my sensitive vaginal tunnel
put me in a state of constant excitation. My pussy kept producing
more and more juices. At first it was just a trickle and quickly
turned into a steady stream pouring out of my vaginal opening.

When Bob noticed the mass I was making, he quickly stuck his
whole face between my thighs. He practically glued his mouth onto
my pussy opening and started sucking and swallowing. I saw the
way his throat worked, and I knew his must have ingesting a great
quantities of my pussy juices! But more juices my son sucked out
from my cunt, the more juices were being produced deep inside my
vaginal cavities. It's like an unrelenting circle. Finally my son
had his fill and couldn't gulp down any more; he lifted his cunt
juice covered face with a sight of relief. He snatched his
discarded brief from the couch; first he mopped his face clean of
my juices and then dried my groin area and my drenched thighs of
pussy juices as much as possible. By the time he's done, his
cotton under-pants was quite damp, and then he wedged it
completely inside my vaginal entrance.

"This will do for now to block the flow of your juices. Hopefully
the carpet is not ruined." Bob said with a smirk while looking
down between my thighs.

I was embarrassed and my face turned red when I saw there was a
small puddle of my pussy juice right underneath my previously
dripping cunt surrounded by a large circular area of soaking wet
carpet.

"Mom, you're a one-woman pussy juice production factory! It must
have been the side effects of the drugs Don and Cherrie gave you.
 But what an unexpected good fortune though, and I hate to see a
single drop of your mouth-watering pussy juice go to waste. I
must think of some way to capture and save this most precious
liquid. I might just want to drink your pussy juices for
breakfast, lunch and dinner!" Bob declared judiciously while
licking his lips with his tongue as if still savoring my
delicious pussy juices.

Yes, it must have been the drugs, my son thought so too. I
believed that the drugs must have somehow heightens the
perception of pleasure in my brain and lower my orgasmic
threshold permanently!  I didn't know it's a blessing or acurse!

"Where were we, oh yes, I want to pierce both your inner and
outer pussy lips." Bob declared.

My son grabbed hold of both sides of my  puffy pink outer pussy
lips with his fingers. He was lifting, pulling and stretching my
nether lips as if to test their resiliency. Then he was doing the
same thing to my thinner and pinker inner pussy lips. During all
this time while my son was manipulating my most feminine private
parts, I was in a constant state of arousal, more cunt juice
dripped into my son's underpants.

"Mom, you have very meaty outer pussy lips, I want to pierce and
insert at least three rings on each side so that I can pull your
pussy open by the rings. However, your inner pussy lips are
little thin, and I don't want to cause any damage to such pretty
delicate lips. I might just put one or two small rings, may be a
couple of diamond studs in them so your inner lips will look ever
more luscious."

Bob grasped a handful of my cunt juice matted soft blonde pubic
hair and pulling really hard as if trying to yank them all out by
the roots. I cried out in great pain. 

"Mother, I hate to shave all of your lovely blonde pussy hairs
off, but it has to go. I want a smooth and bald pussy to show off
the rings. Mom, I bet you will look even younger and more
beautiful with pigtails and a hairless pussy! You like what I
have planed for your pussy Mom?" Bob commented.

Instead of embarrassed and humiliated or may be even outraged,
the thought that my own son wanted to shave, pierce and ring his
own mother's pussy lips made me more excited than ever. I came
again and again.

"Oh yes, my love, my master, I'll love to wear your rings in my
nipples and pussy lips. My son, the rings are sure to make me
look and feel more like your sex slave, my owner." I declared
joyfully.

"Well-said my slave mother, but wait till you hear what I planed
to do to your crown jewel, your joy button, Mom!"

I knew we'll come to my clitoris sooner or later, it must be
something really special since Bob had avoided touching my crown
jewel (as he put it) so far. My large blood engorged pink
clitoris was protruding from its protective hood ever since my
son put the dog collar around my neck. Since then, it was just
getting ever larger and longer, and projecting out from the top
of my almost enclose puffy pussy lips like a sore thumb!  My son
has no trouble locating and then clutching my distended love
button with his thumb and forefinger.

"Mom, you have an exceptionally large beautiful clit already, but
I intend to make it much bigger!" Bob promised.

He squeezed and pinched my ultra sensitive love button harder and
harder and kept asking me if I want more. Of cause, I'm a pain
slut now. However, when my son pulled on my clit forcefully,
stretching and twisting it into a thick intertwining painfully
throbbing rubber band like bundle. I screamed out in almost
unbearably agonizing pain and for the first time my eyes were
fill with tears of suffering that was streaking down my cheeks.
My entire body was shaking violently with multiple orgasm and my
loins was bucking violently like a bronco! When my son finally
released my abused love button, my poor tormented clitoris was
stretched almost to the point of snapping off from my pussy
completely! It sprung back with such force that my clitoris
turned into a painful flaming torch at the top of my pussy slit.
The pain in my severely tortured clitoris was like an
excruciation series of stabbing, searing sensations. The pain was
so overwhelming and I shrieked out loudly and them pass out on my
son's lap.

When I regained consciousness a minute or two later, I felt my
son was soothingly stroking and caressing my painfully tormented
clitoris just liked he did to my tortured nipples. 

"Are you okay Mom?" Bob asked me tenderly with great concern.

I nodded my head slowly despite the fact that I felt as if my
loins were aflame. I looked down at my crotch to see what me son
was doing. To my total amazement I found a large reddish-purple
protrusion about the size and length of the last section of my
pinky sticking way out from the very top of my slightly opened
puffy pussy slit. It couldn't be my clitoris, this visibly
pulsating and vibrating painfully throbbing bundle of giant nerve
endings! I knew I have a larger than normal size clitoris, but it
had never even remotely got to be this big before. This is just
incredible and how did my son do it? And he was only fifteen
years old!  My son was grinning at me proudly for turning my
pleasure button into such a monster. When Bob started to
manipulating my huge blood engorged ultra-sensitized clitoris by
rubbing it and jerking it up and down faster and faster like it
was a miniature penis, it seem totally impossible, but I saw and
felt my clitoris actually grew even bigger! I was afraid that if
my extremely bulging clitoris got any larger it might have split
wide open! At first my grossly abused clitoris was so torturously
painful to be handled than gradually the agonizing pain turned
into great pleasure. I felt like my whole being was centered on
and around my love button, then I was totally consumed by tidal
waves of orgasms. Copious amounts of feminine cum juices were
flooding my vaginal tunnel continuously and beginning to seep
through the saturated cotton briefs. I was on fire and to my sex
crazed mind it felt like my own highly sexual stimulated
clitoris, my feminine penis was really responsible for spraying
out all the cum juices.

After I calmed down a little from my mind shattering orgasms, Bob
pointed to my enormous clitoris and declared vehemently,

"Mom, I'm going to make and maintain your little ha ha. . . Crown
jewel permanently just about the size and shape of this one for
the rest of your life!" Bob paused to get my reaction.

I was shocked and speechless for a moment; he had to be kidding
right. The whole idea was just too preposterous!

"You got to be joking, Bob!" I was still in a bewildered mood I
even forgot to address my son properly and called him by his
given name! When I saw the seriousness in his eyes I added,

"But. . . But how, my master?" I stuttered with uncertainty and
stupefaction.


"I have contemplated long and hard for months now, and I have
come up with a feasible plan. After I make your joy button to the
thickness and length I desired Mom, the base of your clit will be
pierced first widthwise and a large size barbell inserted to
prevent your clit from ever sheltered by your clitoral hood, and
will forever be exposed in the open! The barbell would also
provide anchor for the rod to come; I will get to that later.
Next, your clit will be pierced at the mid-point also widthwise
Mom, and a large thick gold ring will be inserted inside your
clit. And then very close to the tip of your clit will also be
pierced widthwise and a smaller but equally thick gold ring with
a silver bell will be inserted into your clit. I save the best
for last mother; your clit will be pierced lengthwise this time.
The entire length of your clit will be pierced from the center of
the tip all the way to the base. A very thick stainless steel rod
exactly the same length of your now elongated clit will be
inserted slowly straight down from the tip of your clit. Each
gold ring has a hole and the barbell has a receptacle slot for
the rod in the middle. The holes of the rings and the locking
slot of the barbell are to be in alignment inside your clitoris
for the rod to pass thought and lock into place. Mother, once the
rod fitted into the receptacle of the barbell, both gold rings,
steel rod and the barbell will all be a permanent fixture inside
your clit! Your clit will be practically filled with metal. The
rod will maintain the length and size of your clit. That means my
dear mother, my sex slave, your crown jewel will always be about
the same size as you clit is now. On second thought, I think I
can make your clit even bigger. I believe your clit still has a
lot of potential to grow much larger. After I stimulate your clit
with electrical charges, it could be elongated and enlarged even
up to half an inch in length and about the thickness of my thumb.
Yes, it will indeed be a sight to see when I make it happen! To
top it off Mom, I'm going to cement a large diamond on top of the
rod, when the rod is completely buried inside your elongated
clit; the diamond will then be sited right at the tip of your
love button. Mom, from then on your feminine crown jewel will not
be just in name only, it will forever sparkle and draw all eyes
like a beacon!  Mom, tell me how do you feel about the fact that
your most precious supreme sexual organ will be irreversibly
modified, pierced and ringed by your own son! You will be walking
around with a forever tremendously enlarged and greatly
lengthened erect clitoris protruding way out from your pussy.
Your enormous clitoris will be exposed utterly and on display
prominently for all to see!" 

I was too astounded and dazed to respond. To be pierced and
ringed was one thing, but what my son wanted to do to his own
mother's clitoris seemed more like mutilations rather than
modifications! One question kept going thought my befuddled mind
was where my sweet and studious son got such outlandish ideas!
Instead of horrify or furiously mad, the thought that my own son
wanted to do this to my clitoris was so outrageously erotic that
sent waves of orgasms through my highly aroused body. When I
visualized myself sporting such an enormous permanently modified
clitoris between my loins it just blew my mind; my body was just
trembling uncontrollably by non-stop orgasms. Bob seem to satisfy
by my non-verbal responds and he asked me,

"Mom, do you know what I going to use your middle clit ring for?"
Without waiting for an answer this time he continues,

"Mom, this ring is design for me to clip a dog leash to so that I
can lead you around by your soon to be modified love button! Of
cause, I will still lead you by the dog collar permanently locked
around your neck too. And the smaller ring in the tip of your
clit, it will be fitted with a silver bell. Any time when you
walk or even move a little, the silver bell inside will be
tinkering and ringing. I might even put a bell in each of your
nipple, I hope you wouldn't attract too much pesky curiosity when
you go out in the public, for the bells will surely be ringing
with every step you take! But the main purpose for this ring is
to fasten you with my sweet sex slave mother! How do you like my
plans for you crown jewel, my dear Mom?"

The idea that my young son wanted to make and keep his own
mother's clit exposed and modified permanently into such an
enormous size and shape was just too bizarre for words. However,
in my perverted mind I not only think it was perfectly alright
for my son to do this to me, I even look forward to the day my
sex organ was to be permanently modified. My son is my owner, my
master now, that means my pussy belongs to him and besides that,
I have already promised my young son that he could do anything he
wanted to me. I joyfully accepting my fate, my son`s will, and he
has more plans for me! I wondered again where Bob got such ideas.
But as I listened to all the things he wanted to do to me, his
own mother, I still believed that all of it was just my sweet
young son's fantasy, and he would never have actually carry them
out, even though he seemed to give his plans  lots of serious
thoughts. However, I got more and more excited as I pictured
myself fastened to furniture or other fixtures in the house by a
dog leash clipped on to my enormous clitoris like a sex slave
bitch, I cum again and again. My son's briefs stuffed in my
vagina was so saturated with my vaginal secretions it no longer
effectively able to block the abundant amounts of my freshly
produced feminine sex fluids. Pussy juices were seeping through
readily, and pearly drops of gelatinous feminine cum cream
started to drip down my inner thighs again. 

"I'll love everything you're going to do to my body! My son, my
master." When my orgasms subsided a little, I looked at my young
son with lust glazed eyes and answered truthfully and
ecstatically. When Bob noticed my soaking wet crotch, he said
with a smirk. 

"Mom, look's like we have a problem again, you slut." 

"Go get me a tall glass, slave Mom!" He ordered

I immediately got up and brought a tall glass from the kitchen
and handed it to my son. When I was about to knee down again, Bob
stopped me, and directed me to stand in front of him and spread
my legs. He placed the glass directly underneath my pussy lips
and proceeded to pull out his under-pants from my vagina slowly.
When the briefs was barely just out of my hole, great globs of
creamy thick feminine cum juices were oozing out and dripping
into the glass, then follow by a torrent of my vaginal secretions
pouring into the glass below. By the time the flow of juices was
down to a trickle, the tall glass was almost overflowing with my
sweet aromatic cunt cream. My son took a big slurp of his own
mother's sex fluid from the glass with pure delight anddeclared,

"So. . . Yummy! This glass of juice is all for me." Bob said
greedily.

After Bob finished drinking the entire glass of pussy juice with
relish, he set the glass down, and picked up my cunt juice sodden
briefs and said,

"Knee, slut mother, lift you face and open your mouth wide and
here comes yours!"

Bob started to wrench and twist the cunt juice laden cotton
briefs inches above my upturned face. Some droplets got into my
mouth but most of the juices just fall onto my face. By the time
the briefs almost wrenched dry, my face was completely drenched
with my own pussy juices. Just as I was about to lift my hand to
wipe the juice off my face, my attempt was stopped dead as my son
slapped one of my breast real hard causing it to undulation and
bounce on my chest painfully. 

"Don't you dare bitch! You`re my slave now, mother, always wait
for your master's order or ask permission before you do anything,
understood, my slave mother!" My son barked out the order.

"Understood, my son, my master." I replied submissively.

"Mother, stay as you are, my slut slave with your mouth remain
wide open!" My master ordered.

A moment later, all I could see was Bob masturbating his huge
penis inches above my face. Almost in an instant my face was
splattered by big globs of my own son's creamy sperm. I
desperately wanted to catch my son's precious cum with my open
mouth, unfortunately only a few ropy strands of his sperm landed
inside my mouth. I savored my son's delicious sperm with relish
and craved for more. By the time Bob finish Cumming, my entire
face was drenched and covered by my own son's thick pearly sperm
from forehead to chin! When it started to drip down from my chin,
I badly wanted to bring it to my mouth with my fingers. With
great effort I suppressed this urge to taste more my son's
delicious sperm that was coating my face. I waited for my
master's order patiently, for I wanted to be a perfect slave for
my son, my master.

"Mom, your face look so deliciously beautiful and wickedly
debauched, I think we ought to make this cum juice facial a
routine event. The cum juices is very good for your complexion,
it would make a great facemask, so that your beautiful face will
be always smooth and youthful looking. I want your face to remain
upturn so that our combined cum juices will not drip too much
until its dry. You're going to wear my crusty dry sperm and your
own dry pussy juice on your face for the rest of the day! You
have any problems with that slave mother!"

"Oh no, my son, my master. It's an honor to wear your sperm on my
face!" I responded joyously.

My senses was so overwhelm by such nasty wickedness of my own son
and the sensation of the slipperiness and the heady aroma of our
combined cum juices on my face, my body quivered by another wave
of orgasms resulting in more pussy juices spilling out of my
vagina.  

When Bob noticed my vaginal secretions running down my thighs
again, he cursed good naturally then pick up his damp briefs and
stuffed into my dripping hole once again.

"I must come up with a way to save your pussy juices fast. Mom,
it's quite astonishing the amount of juices coming out of your
little pussy hole, you sloppy slutty bitch!" Bob slapped my
asscheek couple of times playfully; I think both to reprimand and
praised me at the some time.

I turned pink with pleased embarrassment. After a short pause, my
son asked me seriously.

"I want to ask you something, it's very important to me. Mom, how
come you and dad never have any more children?"

"Sweetheart, I have always wanted to have more kids, so that you
could have brothers and sister for playmates, but your father
didn't want any more at least not for awhile after you come along
so unexpectedly. And than he. . . he had the accident, master" I
said regrettably.

"I'm sorry about dad, I knew you loved him Mom, but I'm glad you
wanted more kids. So, who took precaution to prevent pregnancy?"

"It was I, my master."

"Birth control pills?"

"I'm allergic to the pills, my master, so I had an intra-uterine
device put in, It`s save and last for years."

"So it needs to be replaced then, you still have it in you,Mom?"

"My master, IDU's only effective for about three years. I replace
it routinely even after your father passed away five years ago."

"No wonder you didn't got pregnant even though Don and his gang,
me included dump tons of potent sperm into your womb."

"Fortunately I just replace my IDU only recently, my master."

"Mom, I'm really glad you're not carrying any bastard for those
sons of bitches!"

"Me too sweetheart, my master. Thank God!"

"Mother, I want you go to the doctor and have your IDU taking out
first thing in the morning." Bob commanded.

I was taken aback a bit, and seeing the perplexing look on my
face, Bob explained,

"Mom, do you know why I asked you all these questions?"  Without
wait for a reply, he continued,

"I want to find out you have any problem getting pregnant. I'm so
glad that you're fertile, do you know why, my beautiful mother?"
He asked me with a big grin on his boyish face.

I looked at him incomprehensibly while shaking my head slowly. I
had a queasy felling in my stomach for what he was about to
reveal. 

"My darling Mom, I want brothers and sisters. And I certainly
don't mean for you to go get married and providing me with a
step-daddy in the process, or go shack up with some guy and have
a bunch of bastards. What I really want is to impregnate you
myself! I want to watch your adorable tummy swelling up with our
baby inside! " Bob declared.

"You want to have a baby with your own mother, my master!" I was
so stunned I almost shriek. Even though I was in shock, I still
addressed my son `Master'. It has become second nature to me to
call my own son my master! 

"Not just a baby Mom, I want to have lots of babies with you!
You`re very young and you still have many childbearing years
ahead of you. I want you pregnant all the time with my babies,
one every year unless you have twins or triplets. Oh yes, I'll
breed you like the doggy bitch that you`re, and you will be
popping out litters of our babies literately!" Bob declared
self-assuredly while jerking on my dog leash to emphasis the fact
that I`m indeed his doggy bitch and primed for breeding now. 

I was render speechless for a moment regarding to my son's
depraved and decadent desire to impregnate his own mother
repeatedly. Although I was a little disturbed and anxious about
having incestuous babies with my own flesh and blood, but I was
also thrilled beyond believed for some perverted reason. Instead
repugnant to me, strangely the ideas of being breed like a doggy
bitch by my own son seem very appealing to me. I was trembling
with a strong orgasm.

"Honey, it's dangerous to make incestuous babies, my son, my
master." After my orgasm subsided, I managed to say
apprehensively. 

"I see that you love the idea of having my babies, Mom." Bob
acknowledged my orgasm happily and then continued,

"Even though I have never thought of dominating you let alone
making you my sex slave Mom, but since I started to masturbate
around age 11, you were my fantasy woman, and all my wet dreams.
I was very possessive about you; I wanted you to belong only to
me than and I was glad that I was an only child. I hated all the
men you ever dated since dad died, I was so jealous I acted so
atrociously toward them, remember Mom. I even dreamed of marrying
you myself and lived as husband and wife. After that, I fantasize
about getting you pregnant so that you'll be mine forever. This
fantasy turned into an obsession, I became fixated on wanting to
breed you and to fuck my own brothers and sisters into your belly
Mom! That was when I started to read up everything about incest
and incestuous pregnancies and birth defects. Don't worry Mom, I
found out the birth defects of incestuous babies are mostly
overstated, they are about the same as any other so call normal
pregnancies."  

"Oh Bobby sweetheart, the love of my life, if it's really true, I
would love to make babies with you, my darling son, my master!" I
reached another sexual climax just by thinking that I'd be
carrying my own son's off-springs, I'd be giving birth to my own
grand children! I almost got up impulsively to hug my beloved son
but just in time to remember that his was my master, my owner
now. 

"I can assure you mother, there will be no problem, and our
children will be all healthy!" Bob said confidently.

"Honey, I'll go to my gynecologist first thing in the morning to
have my contraceptive device taking care of, my son, my master."
I said keenly. 

"Excellent, my dear mother, and we can start your breeding right
away, my little doggy bitch!" Bob declared joyously.

"Mom, I have a confession to make, I have a faddish boarding on
fanatical about pregnant women, and I found their swelling
tummies extremely sexy! I guessed that is one of the reason why I
want to keep you pregnant all the time. I'll be twice as
obsessive in view of the fact that it will be my very own dear
mother's swelling pregnant belly, with our baby inside. And the
other reason is that I want your breasts to produce milk
continuously. I'm looking forward to suck sweet `mother's milk'
out of your ringed and pierced nipples! You know Mom, the only
downside I could think of at the moment about getting you
pregnant is that your hourglass figure will be sacrificed for the
next ten to fifteen years for my obsessions!" Bob declared.


"I don't care about my figure as long as you found me sexy while
I'm pregnant with a big belly!  Oh Bobby my love, I'm so happy
that I'm going to have your children, my son, you're not only my
master but my man. You said you dreamed of married to me, I now
looked upon you as my husband and I only wish that we can be
legally marry so that I could really be your lawfully wedded
wife!" I declared passionately to my beloved son and master with
all the love expressed in my shinning eyes. 

"I doubted we could ever be able to marry legally anywhere Mom,
however I could invite few of my buddies over and have a wedding
ceremony of our own. Wait till I show you to the guys totally
naked with a dog collar around your neck and lead by a dog leash!
I'm very doubtful that only looking at your sexy body would
satisfy them. We'll just have to cerebrate with an orgy
afterwards!"

Bob noticed the perturbing frown on my face and inquired.

"I thought you'd be delighted. You don't like my idea Mom?"

"I love the ceremony part tremendously of course, but I don't
know about the orgy though."

"You don't want other guys to fuck you anymore Mom, is that it? "
Bob asked unbelievingly. When I shake my head negatively, he
continued.

"Mother, you're such a sex-craving slut now I doubted that would
be it. I'm aching to show you off to my friends and watch they
gangbang you in all of your horny holes at the same time, so tell
me Mom, you wouldn't want that too, slutty bitch!" Bob said
confidently.

"Honey, it's not that at all. I'll be unprotected after tomorrow,
my son, my master, and if I'm not pregnant by than. . ."  I said
miserably.

I looked at my son with such love and passion on my face there
was even a hint of teary moisture in my glistering blue eyes and
pleaded imploringly for my son, my master to understand my
dilemma.

"Sweetheart, I only want to bear your children, yours and mind,
Bobby, my only beloved son and master" I declared passionately.

"Me too, my beautiful sexy mother, I'm going to be the biological
father of all of your children, so I'll do all the impregnations
myself. I might wanted to be an only child when I was growing up,
but I certainly want lots of brothers and sisters now,
particularly since they will also be my own sons and daughters as
well! I'll enjoy seeing others fuck you, men as well as women; I
might even loan you out to my buddies from time to time. However,
I don't want anyone else's baby ever growing in your tummy, not
even my best friends! I guess I just have to lock you up
in-between pregnancies my sex slave, my slutty Mom!" 

"You want to lock me up in the house, my son, my master!" I asked
tentatively.

It seemed a very drastic measure; I was a bit uneasy about being
locked up and lose my freedom for long periods of time, not that
a slut slave should entitled to any freedom at all!

Bob noticed the concern in my voice and explained.

"Don't worry Mom, I don't mean to lock you in the house at all, I
just want to lock up your pussy! Slave Mother, you don't need me
to tell you, you know you're a slut and a sex nymphomaniac now. I
may be your owner, your master, but I doubted that I could
totally satisfy and control your ferocious sexual appetites. I
can't guard you 24 hours a day, may be I should just put you in a
cage. . . just kidding Mom. This idea of putting locks in your
pussy just come to me in a flash a few moments ago! It's full
proof; I just have to insert more rings in your outer pussy lip
that`s all. This way I'll have total control of you pussy and
that means no one fucks you in the cunt without my permission.
Hey, I might as well put couple of rings in your adorable rosebud
of an asshole and lock it up too for good measure, my dear slave
mother!" Bob exclaimed excitedly.

My son pried the half moon of my creamy asscheek apart with one
hand exposing my rosy anus. He touched my tiny opening lightly
with his fingertips of the other hand and caused me to shiver
with anticipation. Bob carefully examined my most private
delicate orifice for few minutes, and then he stuck his
forefinger into my vagina. After coated his finger with generous
amount of my thick pussy cream, he plunged his entire digit into
my rectum. My anal ring clasped the invading digit tightly. After
my son finger fucked my back passage a few times, he insert two
more fingers deep into my tiny bunhole and then proceeded to
enlarge my extreme pliable anal ring as if to test the resiliency
and expandability of my anal muscle. I was sexually stimulated to
new heights and groaning endlessly. A series of orgasms one after
the other rocked my body, I twisted with obscene passion yelling
and crying out shamelessly. A tremendous amount of pussy juices
was gushing out of my vagina! My son withdrew his fingers from my
asshole and brought them to my mouth.

"Mother, Clean them up with your tongue, you slutty bitch!" Bob
ordered.

My son's fingers were entirely coated with my fresh ass juice. I
could smell the nauseating fume emanating from his soiled
fingers. Any thought of refusal had never entered my mind. I'm a
slave, I was giving a task by my master and therefore it was my
duty to perform it well no matter how disgusting it was to me.
Without hesitation I stuck my tongue out immediately and
proceeded to lick my own ass juice from my son's fingers.
Although I had tasted my own ass flavor on Cherrie's dildo under
duress before, but I found that my own ass juices seemed to be
more tolerant this time around. May be it was from my own son's
fingers. I only wished my son had fuck me in the ass with his
monster cock, and I'd definitely lick my ass juices and shit off
his gorgeous penis with more gratification! I engulfed all three
fingers in my mouth and then proceeded to suck my sons' fingers
liked it was his magnificent penis. Even though all traces of my
own shit and ass favor were completely gone from the digits now,
I still wouldn't relinquish it until Bob forcefully pulled them
out of my mouth.

"That's enough, good job doggy bitch!" Bob petted me on the head
like praising a pet sent shivering tingles down my back.  

"Mom, you asshole is just too adorable for words. The good news
is that I believe your tiny asshole would be even more adorable
after being pierced and ringed. And the bad news is once I
inserted the rings and install the locks in your delectable
rosebud, you won`t be able to sit down on your ass anymore Mom,
my slut slave!" Bob declared with obvious delight and amusement
and then added.

"Wow, what a terrific idea this is, mother this way your pussy
and asshole will both be totally under my control. Besides the
obvious of course that nobody or anything fucks you in your pussy
or your asshole without my permission. And do you have any idea
what other significant consequences once I have the only keys to
open your locked up pussy and asshole, my dear sex slave Mom?"

I was stunned and taken aback to hear that my son really
determined to put locks in my pussy lips and even in my asshole!
The whole thing was just too ridiculous to be believed. He
couldn't be serious; all of it just had to be make believes,
wasn't it? My mind was in turmoil to realize the full
implications of it at all yet. However, when I envisioned that my
most private and secretive openings, my pussy and my asshole
pierced and ringed, and under locks and keys my body once again
besieged by incessant waves of orgasms. 

My son looked at my in the eyes with a most wicked lecherous grin
and said very slowly,

"Once I locked up your pussy lips and your asshole, you'll have
to ask for my permission to piss and even shit. How would you
like that my sweet slave mother!"  

Oh my god! Yes, I wanted to be totally dominated by my own son,
it's true indeed once my pussy and asshole were under locks and
keys my son would have total control over even my most basic
bodily functions, pissing and shitting! I'll become his absolute
sex slave!  The thought that I would be asking my own son for
permission to piss and shit was just too mind-boggling. It was so
depraved and perverted but stimulating my senses to the extreme
at the same time.

"Oh my God! I'm Cummmming. . ." I yelled out as my body was
wracking by a series of strong orgasm.

"Mom, it sure looks like you loved my plans to install locks in
your pussy lips and even in your tiny asshole! You must have
wondered where and how I got such depraved ideas to pierce and
ring your nipples and sex organs! You know Mom; it must have been
fate. About six months ago, I accidentally came across a web site
about body piecing and tattoos. I have never interested or gave
any thought to the subject before, but just out of curiosity, I
started to read the content and study the pictures posted on the
web pages. I got more and more interested and from then on I was
hooked and surfed the net for more related sites. There was a
local shop advertised on the web showcasing their latest high
tech laser branding equipment that scorch the most detailed
letterings into the flesh without scaring and heals quickly too.
I went to the shop last month just to check it out, and it turns
out the owner is the father of one of my friends. He showed me
around and let me look at the laser. It was awesome! They also
carried the latest rings that were made with the hardest alloy,
one end of the ring can insert into the spring fitted end thus
become a permanently enclosed seamless circle, virtually
impossible to ever be reopened again! Ever since that day I have
fantasist about finding a submissive girl to do all the things I
told you I would do it to you earlier, Mom. Mostly of the things
I wanted to do to my submissive dream girl was just pure harmless
fantasy, and just may be a little wishful thinking too. I never
ever really intent to actually carry it out, and in my wildest
imaginations I never dreamed this could ever become a reality.
Mother, I suppose I really do owe Don and his gang a debt of
gratitude for turning you into what you're now, an insatiable sex
addict and a submissive pain slut slave! It's my great fortune to
be the sole beneficiary of your transformation! Be warn, my dear
slave mother, I intent to take full advantage of your current
circumstances and exploit them to the max! You're everything that
I have ever dreamed and fantasized about and more, much much
more! The fact that my little fantasy submissive little girl
turned out to be my own beautiful mother was really icing on the
cake so to speak. I still can't believe that every thing is
starting to come true, that my own gorgeous sexy young mother is
now my very own sex slave!"

Now I knew where my young bookish son got the idea to pierce and
ring his own mother, and he actually would do all the things he
talked about to me too! I have no doubted now my son is
definitely going to permanently ring my nipples and pussy as well
as modify my clitoris into a huge half inches long protrusion
forever display prominently between my thighs. And I would let
him do it all without regret too! The thought sent alternating
hot and cold shivers down my spine.

 "Mom, I see it in your eyes that you`re beginning to understand
what all this is leading to and everything is for real now. No
more make believes, you are going to make all my fantasies come
true, my sexy slave mother! Oh yes, my dearest mother, I most
certainly intent to insert those permanent rings into your
nipples, pussy lips and clitoris. And oh yes, even in your
asshole! Once they are inserted into your fresh they could never
be taken out again short of slice your nipples or clitoris open.
And yes, don't forget the stainless steel rod and the barbell
that will be totally imbedded in your enlarged and elongated clit
forever. You know Mom, originally I plan to do the same to your
nipples too. Don't you think they will look nice pierced and
ringed and then permanently enlarged and lengthened just like
your crown jewel will be and prominently on displace on top of
your large breasts!  Well, I couldn't risk the damage to your
nipples so that it could interfere with the flow of your
breast-milk. Later, oh say about fifteen years from now, when you
have stopped milk production all together, then may be I would
reconsider to permanently modify your nipples. One more thing,
Don had put his mark on your thigh, fortunately the branding
didn't scar your sexy white thigh too much. As your master, I
also want to put my own marks on you, the marks of my ownership
of your sexy body in addition to the piercing, Mother! I'm going
to brand the words 'PRIVATE PROPERTY OF BOB' in large block
letters with the laser deep into the flesh of your creamy
asscheeks slave Mom, and your breasts and pussy lips are also
going to be branded with my name as well!" 

"Yes, yes, my son, my master, do everything to me, pierce me,
ring me and brand meeeeee. . ." I screamed out as one orgasm
after another rocked my body.

"Tomorrow I will take you to the tattoo and body piercing shop
and have them start working on your piercing and body
modifications right away, Mom." Bob promised.

I couldn't wait either, but I was worry about the expenses now
that I knew my son was actually going to carry out all of his
plans for me into reality.

"Honey, you spoke of gold rings, diamonds, platinum collar and
gold dog tag, and all the piercing, brandings and other body
modifications, isn't all of this stuff very costly, my son, my
master?" I asked with concern.

"Yes, it will be quite expensive, however nothing but the very
best for you my lovely sexy slave Mom. Let me tell you a secret,
you don't have to worry about money ever with that pretty head of
yours anymore! By chance I found a large pile of Don and his
gang's money from selling drugs and pornographic videotapes. Mom,
you can quit you job now and become my full-time sex slave!" Bob
declared.

"Oh yes, sweetheart, that's just wonderful. It's what I ever
wanted and from now on my only job is to serve and satisfy your
every need and desire, my darling son. I will be the perfect sex
slave for you, my owner, my master." I pledged joyously.

"I love you very much my beautiful Mommy, my sex slave!" Bob said
tenderly.

I burst into tears, my heart overwhelmed with love for my
fifteen-year-old son. My beloved boy-man hadn't called me Mommy
since he was seven years old! And I told him so tearfully.

"Sssshh. . .Be a good girl and don't cry anymore now, Mommy. I`ll
start calling you `Mommy' again from now on if it would make you
happy." Bob told me tenderly and kissed my tear stained cheeks
softly and lovingly.

"Yes please sweetheart, I love to be called Mommy by you again,
my darling son, my master." I whisper emotionally and looked at
my young son worshipfully with all the love in my heart and in my
tear filled eyes.

"My beautiful sexy Mother, you're going to be my sex slave Mommy
for the rest of your life." Bob whispered lovingly into my ear
with certainty.

Fresh tears of joy rolling down my cheeks and I vowed to myself
that I'll be the best sex slave Mommy that I could be for my
beloved son, my owner, my master!






The saga of Bob and his mother will be continued in: 




Chapter 2: The Training of a Doggy Bitch Mommy





  Coming Soon. . .









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