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Subject: {ASSM} "Graduate Work" Chapter 4, by JValet  mF, inc, Fdom, mom/son, size, bm, mc?
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Disclaimer:  The Author of this piece fully admits that
situations presented in this work of fiction are contrived and
impossible to the point of being ridiculous, so no silly
comments, people.  I've never written a story purely for stroke
value before, so bear with me.  Oh, and if you're not of the age
of majority in your area, or have compunctions about reading
adult material, FUCK OFF!

Comments can go to: jvalet451@yahoo.ca

"Graduate Work"  Chapters 1-3, by JValet

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Jared clambered down the stairs, still damp from the shower, bare
feet slapping against the wood of the stairs.  For the first time
in days, his dick, limp with fear, slapped against his thighs as
he went.  His heart pounded with fear? Anticipation?  Both?  He
didn't know what his mom had planned, but Jared had the distinct
impression that he was in trouble.

If he'd been able to put on a pair of pants, at least then he'd
feel somewhat more secure.  Unfortunately, there had been a heavy
new padlock on his door, and no amount pushing had forced it
open.  He had a sneaky suspicion that the key was somewhere in
his mother's possession and that he wouldn't be seeing it until
she decided otherwise.

The concrete of the basement floor was so cold it almost burned
the soles of his feet, so he tiptoed across to the little door at
the back, penis dangling ridiculously. Jared "ooh!" and "ah!"-ed
his way along, offering a prayer to some benevolent god that his
ordeal would be quick, or easy, or both.  The door loomed up
before him, ominous and forbidding, and he hesitated before
putting his hand on the knob.

Maybe he shouldn't.  Maybe he should just run, get the hell out;
hide someplace where his mom couldn't find him.  Except he didn't
have any pants.  Except he didn't have anybody to call, really. 
Maybe-

"Jared honey, just open the door and come on in."  Karen's voice
sent a quiver through his body, and her son felt a tingle in the
head of his cock, followed by a small rush of blood, despite the
cold in the basement.  Closing his eyes, and praying under his
breath, Jared laid his hand on the doorknob, turned it, and
entered.

As he walked in, the door slammed behind him, and a pair of warm,
soft arms wrapped themselves around his waist; one hand, slick
with some liquid, slipped over the head of his cock and began
jerking it back to life while the other started tickling his fat
balls.  Hot breath kissed his shoulders and sweet lips played
with his earlobe.

"We're going to have soooo much fun, baby; I'm going to fuck you
again and again and again.  You'd love that, wouldn't you, little
boy?  I know you would...but you've got a lesson to learn, first:
nobody has any fun unless *mommy says so.*" Her voice dropped to
a low, sexy growl, and suddenly Jared felt something hard and
cold slide down the length of his shaft to rest at the base,
gripping his dick tight, but not uncomfortably so. 

Jared's cock was rising rapidly now with his mother's
ministrations; as his erection grew, so did the tightness around
it's base.  The obscene sounds of her hand sliding up and down
his dick filled the room and almost drowned out the tiny _click!_
as the grip around his shaft got much tighter.  The sudden
sensation made him gasp and look down; there, around his fat meat
was a narrow band of metal, the purpose of which he could only
imagine.

Once his cock was trapped, Karen released it and stood up.  "Get
on the bed," she ordered, giving him a shove.  Confused and
aroused, Jared tripped along, stumbling onto the bed.  Rolling
over onto his back, he saw Karen crawling up the bed towards him,
wearing a diaphanous blue tube-top and a tiny skirt of the same
material.  Those massive tits of her bulged out from the top, her
nipples poking through the top but not quite visible.  She
grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and began working it as
she started kissing her way up his body.

"Mmmmm...mommy's little boy is sooo hard," Karen lingered for a
moment to tongue his nipples, making Jared gasp again, and thrust
harder into her hand. "Mommy's going to make sure you like
learning her lesson, baby."  She continued along, licking his
trembling lips as she went, eventually pushing her huge tits into
his face, smothering him in warm breast meat.

"Yesss, suck mommy's tits, little boy," shifting her tits until
one silk-covered nipple pushed insistently, Karen felt her son's
lips latch on and begin nibbling at her teat. "Ohhh, yeaah...bite
my tits, boy...chew 'em...oh yess..."  Her left hand redoubled
its efforts on his cock while the right reached slowly behind the
head of the bed.

Jared's head spun with the slick sensation of his mom's hand on
his cock, the warmth of all that soft, silky skin pressed against
his, the taste of her titflesh in his mouth, the way her subtle,
musky perfume filled his nose.  He almost didn't notice when she
snapped the handcuffs onto his wrists.

"MMphh, nnoo," he pulled his  mouth off of his mom's delicious
tit, protesting loudly. "Please, mom, don't do this...let me go,
please.  I'll do whatever you want...fuck you any time you want,
please, just let me go..."

"Oh, baby," Karen cooed, starting to crawl back down his body. 
"I know you would, but that's not what this is about.  This has
to do with _control,_ baby. You've gotta learn who's in charge;
you were too quick to fuck my ass this morning, little boy.  If I
couldn't trust you then, I'm going to have to train you 'til I
can."  She smiled up at him as she kissed her son's cockhead. 
"That cherry lube is good, baby, but not nearly as tasty as your
sweet precum...yum!"  Her plush, glossy lips wrapped around the
head of his dong, sucking, licking, and nibbling the swollen
purple head.  Karen gobbled his prick greedily and sloppily; spit
slobbered out from between her lips while she licked up the
towering, pulsating shaft to the weeping mushroom at the top.

"Ohh mom, nooooo..." he groaned while his senses swam through the
pleasure.  And then, slap! slap! two  more shackles on his
ankles, holding him to the bed in a warm iron grip.

"I'll tell you what, baby," she pulled her mouth off his swollen
meat.  "When you cum, I'll let you go.  How does that sound?  One
little cummy.  Just splash all that hot spunk all over my face,
and I'll unlock you."  Her thumb rubbed the head of his cock so
fast it was a blur.  All Jared could do was thrust into her hand
harder.  "Come on, little boy, give mommy all that seed...I
looove drinking your cum, baby.  Cum for mommy!  Cum!  Cum! 
CUM!"  He could feel the semen boil in his balls as his mother
worked away at his cock, could feel the sweet pain build behind
the head of his dick that signalled orgasm, that signalled the
release of all his cream...but nothing happened.  Sitting on the
edge of orgasm, Jared's hips pumped faster into his  mom's hand,
the feeling building to a crest that never broke to that wave of
pleasure.

After a few moments more of forcefully manipulating his dick,
Karen took her hand from his cock, saying "I guess you don't want
out _that_ badly, now do you?"  She licked the precum from her
hand with a wet, pink tongue.  "Mmmm...I was looking forward to
slurping down all that cum, too..." 

"Ah well," she sat back on her haunches, pushing her massive rack
out; the fabric of her outfit was so thin that Jared could
clearly see the darker circlhes of her nipples through the tube
top; he could even make out the lips of her pretty pussy
underneath the scrap of blue tied around her hips, dripping hot
feminine cream down onto the bed. "You might not want to cum,
little boy, but mommy certainly does." Her hand slipped
underneath the skirt, and he could only watch helplessly as the
shadow of her hand began working at that dripping little snatch.

"Ooooh, baby," Karen began humping her hand, inches away from his
throbbing cock.  "I wish this was your cum down here...I wish
you'd spurted all that lovely hot cream all over mommy's
thighs...mmmmm..."  She bit a glossy pink lip and started to maul
one of her tits.  "Oh yeeahh...I wish my hands were all slippery
with your spunk...spreading your seed all over my steaming
cunt...pushing it up...up...up!"  Jared strained at his
restraints, eager to get at his mother, desperate to ram his cock
up inside her tight little quim.

"Mom...I wanna fuck you...let me fuck you, please!  I want to
fuck your cunny, mommy!" Karen laughed at his insistent cries.

"I know you do, baby," there were wet sloshing noises coming from
beneath her skirt. "You want mommy's tight little gash...to pound
mommy's cunt until she cums, baby...to make mommy scream with all
that thick meat."  Karen began gasping and humping faster,
working away at her steaming slit.  "Ooooh yeeaaah...oh yes!  Oh
yes! Oh YES!!"  Her body writhed, snakelike, muscles clenching as
she brought herself to orgasm.  Once she was done, Karen gave her
son a smouldering look, wiping her hand and cunt dry with the
obscene little skirt.

"Snack on this, baby."  Ripping the skirt off with a jerk, Karen
shoved it down inside his mouth, giving his tongue a searing
appetiser of that delicious nectar that satisfied his deepest
craving.  His mouth full of fragrant fabric, Jared's frustrated
cries were muffled while she got off the bed, and stalked over to
the wardrobe, hips rocking back and forth, ass rolling sensually,
long, muscular legs rippling gently.

Looking back at him over her shoulder, Karen ran her hand over
the smooth, jiggling globe of an ass cheek.  "I guess I can't
really blame you for wanting to fuck this so badly, baby...mmmmm
and your pole felt soooo good, filling up my tight little
shitter. But you've gotta learn, baby...gotta learn to wait 'til
I give the word."  Opening the door of the wardrobe, Jared's view
of her body was blocked, except for occasional glimpses of ass,
or a nipple, or a shapely little foot. 

In the meantime, he chewed the skirt, anxious to work all the
cunt cream out of it, desperate to satisfy the hunger at the back
of his head.  The taste of his mother's juices reminded him of
those tight little lips, peeking out at him from above, pink and
glistening wet, not to mention her tight little rosebud with a
spicy taste all of its own.  He gave a groan of frustration and
struggled against his bonds again; his fat cock was hard and
needy, eager for even a moment of the hot tight heaven of his
mother's twin holes.

"Ooooh, baby...are you getting frustrated?"  Karen sauntered out
on a pair of black, skintight, calf-high boots with five-inch
heels and a tight vest of the same colour, breasts spilling out
between the lapels and jiggling with every step. Her hair had
been piled high atop her head in a mass of chestnut curls.  His
mom's pussy was completely bare, save for a tiny 'V' of pubic
hair, pointing to the steaming hot hole between her thighs.  A
bulging doctor's bag hung from one hand.

Jared nodded frantically, mumbling around the skirt in his mouth.
 His massive cock, erect and drooling, bobbed in sympathy.

"Oh, I'm sooo sorry, baby, but you've got to learn, haven't you?"
 She pulled a plush armchair over from beside the wardrobe, and
sat down, putting her feet up on the bed. She ran the toe of her
left boot down the underside of his stiff cock.  He moaned into
the sopping wet skirt and tried to hump her foot, desperate for
sensation, any sensation.

"I bet you wish this was my hand, baby," Karen rubbed the soft
leather over the head of his cock, smearing the surface with his
sticky precum.  "Just like I wish this," she reached into the bag
and pulled out a thick pink dildo, almost as big as Jared's huge
cock, but not quite.  "...was your thick meat, baby."  The ridged
sole of her tall boot sent quivers through Jared's spine and his
dick as she began to slowly stroke him with it.  "Oh, honey,"
Karen spread her other leg wide, and ran the head of the dildo
over her sopping-wet labia, exposing the angry pink inner lips
and that empty, needy hole between her thighs.  "I wish this was
your dick, little boy...teasing my wet little hole with the tip
of your cock...mmmmmm, oh yeah..."

She slooowly ran the ridges of her boot over the weeping mushroom
at the tip of his dick, teasing the boy as each rubber wedge
flicked over his sensitive crown.  The more he struggled, the
slower she went, knowing that the delicious shockwaves that were
rocking Jared's body were sheer erotic torture.

"My poor little boy...feels soooo good, doesn't it?  I bet you
wish you could cum, don't you?  Spurt all that creamy polish over
my boots, paint mommy's thighs with your hot seed...almost as
much as I want to push your cock into my tight little cunny, like
thisssss..."  The bulbous head of her dildo vanished into her
waiting gash, sending a gush of pussy juice out around the latex
head to spatter loudly on the floor.  "Oh god, yesssss, baby...I
wish this was your cock, so sloooowly stroking in and out of
mommy's cunt..."  She pushed the imitation dick as far into her
snatch as it would go, until there was only enough pink plastic
left outside her hot gates to pull it out again; the toe of her
boot pressed hard against his swollen head, and Jared screamed
with pleasure and frustration.

"Mmmmm, mommy's pussy is soooo full, baby," Karen's thumb started
strumming her clit as she started stroking his dick faster with
her foot.  "But your cock is sooo much better...you stretch mommy
out like nobody else, little boy...mommy feels you in places
nobody's ever touched before...mmmmmm...oh yeah...fuck mommy,
baby. Fuck mommy's foot like you'd fuck her cunt, Jared...yeah,
hump my foot like a dog, baby...mmmmm, yeah..." Karen started
pumping her own pussy with her dildo, making sloshing noises as
the cunt juice flowed out around the fake cock, her hand shining
wetly with pussy cream.  Her son obdeiently humped himself at the
sole of her boot as hard as he could, huge balls slapping against
his own thighs as he fucked himself on her foot.

"Oh yeah, little boy...fuck my foot...like you'd fuck this sweet
lil' cunny of mine, baby...mmmmm yes...fuck it harder!  Fuck my
foot HARDER!  Yeah! That's right!  Hump it!  Oh baby, I wish you
were in me!  I wish I had all that hot meat in my cunt...
squeezing...milking...pulling all that hot juice out of your big
ol' balls...oh, yes! Fuck it!  Fuck me!  Fuck!  FUCK! 
FUUUUUUCK!"  Karen and Jared screamed in unison as orgasm hit
her, sending her body writhing and coiling in the throes of
orgasmic energy.

She came down slowly, panting and sweating, but Jared kept
screaming and squirming on the bed.  It took her a moment to
figure out what had happened: when the orgasm had washed over her
body, her legs had shot straight out, and three inches of Karen's
heel had sunk itself up inside Jared's virgin asshole.  Jared's
frantic writhing was caused by the fiery sensation his mother's
invasion had produced in his stiff cock; an agony he'd never
known before, coupled with the sensuous fire of orgasm?  Upon
closer inspection, Karen spotted a thick, white ribbon of cum
slowly seeping out of his throbbing cocknob; not spurting in
orgasmic release, but gradually dribbling out.

She sat back, a wicked grin on her face.  Jared's mom _certainly_
hadn't thought of that before!  As possibilites turned themselves
over in her head, the doorbell rang.

Both mother and son froze; one with fear, the other with
curiosity. Pulling her heel out of his ass, Karen stood, a
lopsided grin on her face.

"Now who could that be?"  She asked herself, ignoring Jared,
flopping around on the bed like a landed fish.  Grabbing a skirt
from behind the bedhead, she left the room, and mounted the
stairs.

Jared's frustration and pain hit him like a wave, and he had to
fight back a quiet sob.

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