S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 10
In the wee hours of the morning, the collar felt warm in my hand as I carried it across the street in twilight. Andrew answered the door quickly and smiled warmly. “Come in, Mom. Grandma and Eric will sleep into late morning.” He invited, but stood solidly in the doorway. He didn’t budge until I secured the collar around my neck. “Follow me, Mom.”
The guest room had been my room when I was a youth. He shut the door behind us. “It doesn’t have a lock. We’ll have to risk that.” His eyes gleamed.
My heart skipped, beating fast. I tried to control my breath. Andrew crossed his arms over his chest. “Take off your clothes, Mother.”
Glorious shame swept me. My hands fluttered to the task. After I shucked my pants and blouse, he stepped close. I unclasp my bra. He caught my revealed tits and kissed their crowns. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deep. Our lips and tongues met gently. He pulled off his tee, somehow without disturbing our passion. Then his pants fell to the floor. “I need to use you.”
“Please, don’t call it that.” I broke our kiss but hung my head on his shoulder. Andrew’s hard prick prodded the top of my panties. His hand wormed down and reached under a thigh band. Two fingers entered my wet, inner hole.
“Nnnggg!” I gasp.
“I’ll call it like it is, Mother. You’ll like it, whatever the name.”
“You are fit only to please him, mother, whore.” My inner voice announced.
“At least, love me, Andrew.” I begged.
“I do, but you’ll never be my girlfriend or my wife. You’re special, Mom. I will take you when I need you. I missed you, but I’ll foresake you when Grandmother-”
“Don’t say it!” I clamored.
He snickered, “…when she says I’m ready to take the mechanic’s license tests.” His fingers pulled out, dragging my panties to my knees. “I’ll find a proper mate, but I’ll never let you go.” He hunched and pressed his cock between my upper thighs. “Put it in, Mom. That’s what you came here for.”
Andrew manipulated me with the shame he had taught me to crave. I was crying, more from anticipation than sorrow. My hand took my son’s hard penis and slotted it in my steaming cunt, resting his flanged head on the inner entrance to my vagina.
He drove his dick inside, and I gasped again. Connected, he spun me around, fell on the bed, and pulled me on top of him. His prick speared as far back as my cervix.
“Nnng!” I grunted.
“Get up on your knees, Mom, but don’t let go of me.” He meant his cock held by my pussy. I raised up, releasing half of his shaft to the cool, morning air. It slid out shining from my juices.
My son hoisted his ass, abruptly shooting his prick up my cunt. We groaned as one.
“I’m fucking you, Mother.” He exclaimed, pulling back out and punching hard cock back into me. His body bucked beneath me, pounding my pussy lustily.
My head swam, I fought a battle in my head, over what was proper and what my body desired. I looked down, to see him searing me with wide eyes.
I couldn’t stand it, the feeling of his cock inside me was so hot. I pushed back, meeting my son’s cock half-way.
I pulled and again pushed. More… until I was pushing back and forth, enjoying the full burn of his cock stretching my pussy.
I was so lost in the rubbing, scalding sensation inside, when Andrew slapped my ass, my eyes flew open.
“That’s it, Mom, fuck right back.” He kissed my neck and sucked it here and there.
I couldn’t stop myself, I tried but I couldn’t. I surrendered myself to my son like a slut, fucking him fucking me, fucking the whole length of his dick. I heard him moan, or was it me? I couldn’t tell, I was in heaven. He grabbed my ass and held me still as he humped upward with abandon.
His fucking me, my son, cock penetrating my pussy wildly, deeply, his hair tickling my clit, made me shudder.
“Ahhhh, ohhhhhh, uhmmmmm!”
He increased speed, ready to climax, driving me insane. I didn’t want to – I wanted to come when he did. I moved up making him strive to stay inside.
He grabbed my tits, massaging them, squeezing. He sucked on them. I grabbed the top of the headboard and rode him at an easier pace, each stroke took him deep inside of me. Gods, what an insane feeling it was to be fucking my own son like this, like a slut.
His hands reached around my body, and they stroked my back, fingers sinking in with strength, massaging my clenching muscles. I kissed his mouth. “Use me.” I whispered. His hands returned to my breasts.
It didn’t take me long, I was ready to cum again. I looked at my son and saw his ecstasy, mauling my tits to our rhythm. Not yet, he’s not ready. I rode him deep and hard then. My tits threatened to bounce out of his grip. My body sweat…hot…my pussy burned.
“Oh fuck, Mom, I’m going to cum. Yeah I’m going to cum!” He hardly keep his voice below a shout.
I feared he would wake up my Mother. Oh horror, if she did! What if she investigated? Would I simply ride our descendent in front of her? …what kind of slut was I turning out to be?
“CUM baby…cum inside me…Oh gods, yessssss…cum in your Mom.” I was climaxing, Cumming together with my son, both of us moaning, trying not to be loud.
All of a sudden he stiffened up. I put my entire weight on top of his dick buried deep inside of me. I felt him shoot his load inside of my pussy. One, two, three. He was filling me up as I was climaxing, our seeds mixing together within.
It was like I was in another world, I grabbed his neck and kissed him deep, sticking my tongue inside his mouth, screaming with ecstasy into him. He grabbed my ass and spread it, trying to get deeper into me. I felt sweat run down my back, into the crack of my ass and down to my asshole, wetting it.
My stars, Andrew made me cum so hard!! I managed to calm a little, my body hot…sweating. I looked down at him. His eyes were closed from intense sensations. I pulled away, sliding his cock out of me, feeling wetness run down the inside of my legs.
I lay next to him and watched his hardness soften. It was so wet, foamy, and inviting, I bent down and took his cock into my mouth, sucking it, licking it. I was getting hot again, just licking my son’s cock, tasting my pussy.
“Mother!” Andrew alerted. He saw it, behind me.
I stopped sucking and pulled my mouth from my son’s spit shined prick. I heard the doorknob twist. The door creaked open. It halted at narrow crack.
“Shhh, Daughter.” Mother’s softest voice entered the room. “I have a guest.”
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“Give this to Andrew.” I pushed the purple collar to mother, across the table, during a quick breakfast with her, while our immoral lovers slept.
She examined it as if scrutinizing a cockroach. A roach wouldn’t frighten her, but she didn’t want to touch it. “When I found out about you and Andrew, I demonized both of you. He was a minor.” She poked at the metal lock. “The truth is, while Eric is an adult, I find I’m sleeping with a child. Andrew has been a grown man, for a while, Daughter. I acted out of convention rather than reason. I’m sorry.” Mother hates convention.
I cried for both of us. I hugged her and we finished our meal with small talk. Immediately after, I showered, dressed into my change of clothes, and drove home, obeying only the speed limit.
From then on, my lovemaking with Garrick was the best in years.
Two weeks passed. Tess, Janice, and I met again under the sidewalk, Japanese maple.
It was raining, but we didn’t care. We had umbrellas. I even brought a rain proof case for the candle. We agreed, though. We needed to find a better place to meet.
“My name is Tess Elgin. I have been under my son’s control for three years. Last week, my gynecologist said I have cervical cancer. I’ll be in surgery on Monday. Don’t visit. Don’t pray for me. Don’t send anything. Think of me, though. I’ll get through this too, if my enlarged clit doesn’t get in the surgeon’s way. Thank you.”
“My name is Janice Wallace. I have been under my two sons’ control for maybe seven months? I hated it, the first time they took me to their room and jacked off their cum on my naked body. I still hate it, but mostly they fuck me. I hate that too.
“After that assault, I didn’t know what to do. I told my husband, and he said he wished he had been awake. He promised to protect me. The next time the boys sneaked into our room. I wasn’t masturbating, I was reading a magazine. They tried to drag me back to their room. I hit my husband with the magazine and he woke up. William and Burke ran away. ‘Aww, you woke me up for nothing.’ he complained.
“A week later, the boys cornered me in the kitchen, after school. Their father was at a counsellor meeting. ‘Momma, we want to do it with you, like last time.’ Burke whined. ‘It felt really good, when you were naked.’ They took their time unbuttoning my shirt and unzipping my pants. They didn’t want to tear my clothes again. I shouted at them, but I couldn’t stop them. I’m not sure their father could have stopped them. When I was naked, they dropped their pants and took their dicks in their hands. ‘Oh, Momma, you look so- exciting!” William started jacking on his dick. Burke copied his brother, but to show him, he put his hand on my tits and flicked my nipples. ‘Don’t do that!’ I slapped Burke’s hand. ‘Ow!’ He cried. I was crying more. William used his free hand to grab one of mine. He told his brother to grab my other hand. Together, they controlled me for the first time. They stepped in close and sprayed their hot cum on my belly. It ran into my pubes and tickled my pussy. My hips jerked back. ‘Wow, Mom. Did you like that?’ Burke asked.
“‘No. I hate it. Go away and don’t do this to your mom again.’ I cried. ‘Sorry, Mom.’ William let go of my hand. Burke copied him. They acted sorry for the rest of the day. Every couple days, they would catch me in the kitchen when their Dad watched his favorite show, and they would control me and undress me and cum on me. They always said they were sorry, afterwards, and they accepted every punishment I could think of, but I’m not very smart. I wish I was a better mother, too. Thank you.”
It took three tissues to clear my eyes and nose. “My name is Ingrid Mulderhoek, and I have been under my son’s control for two years and two days. I succumbed to my son fucking me, for the first time. Garrick and I are newly in love. Andrew will take his first mechanic’s exam next week. My mother is nicer than she’s ever been. I started hearing voices, the day after Claire came to me and said, she had started dating again. She showed a picture of her boyfriend. ‘He’s a fine man, maybe not great, but it was silly to think that I would settle down with Andrew. Thank you, Ingrid.’ she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I didn’t know what to say except, ‘Congratulations!’
“It was my voice, that I heard the next day. I used to hear it when my son was training me. It warned, ‘You need the collar, Slut. Your husband’s reliability is boring you to shit!’ I told myself, it’s just a voice. Borderline schizophrenics deal with bullshit like that every day.
“It’s a one note voice: I’m a slut. I love the collar, I need sex from a real man, blah, blah, blah. I ignore it. Two days ago, I fetched my giant butt plug and gave myself three, incredible orgasms while inserting it up my ass. I showed it to Garrick that night, and he smiled and kissed me. I couldn’t love him more. Yesterday, I masturbated while the voice recited things that Andrew did to me in the early years. I texted him. This morning, the collar arrived by overnight courier. I’ll put it on after work today and call him. I think I need to hear his voice, to shut out the one in my head. Thank you.”
Tess shuffled her feet on wet cement, when it was her turn. “I said what I needed to say. Janice?” She looked concerned at our sister.
“Okay.” Janice thought for a moment. “My boys eventually learned that they didn’t need to hold my arms. They tied them behind me when they want to strip me naked and jack off their cum on me. Inspired by my occasional twitches and grunts, William found that I reacted strongly when his cum got in my pubes. He said when I groaned, it made him cum hard. Burke of course nodded, saying it make him hotter too. They started groping my tits more. Once, William put his finger in my pussy. It was just between the front lips. He missed the inner hole, but he found my clit and said it felt hard and wet. I guess it did, but I didn’t want it to. When William felt he was about to cum, he pulled me close and pushed his dick into my pubes. He came and came, matting them terribly with his boy juice. Of course, Burke had to do the same thing. I panicked and screamed and kept screaming until they ran away. I had to wiggle out of the robe sash they used to tie my hands.
“I didn’t want another baby! Our parents would stop supporting us if we had a third. I went to the doctor to get those shots again. He didn’t question me. He gave me a shot and told me it lasted five years. I thanked him.
“Two days later, they jerked off in my pubes again. I didn’t scream – I thanked the doctor I wouldn’t get pregnant. Their father wanted a beer and discovered them naked and their cum on my pubes. ‘That looks cute, Honey.’ he said. William and Burke and I froze while my husband got a can, opened it and drank from it while staring at us. I think our stares back bothered him. ‘Uh, sorry.’ He went back to watch TV.
“After that, I stopped resisting. I never take my clothes off for them. They have to do that, and I still punish them. A week later, they fucked me. Burke did it first, to show up his older brother. But William said he did it better. I told them it was a terrible thing to do to me, and I told them how much I hated it. I told them they couldn’t go swimming for a month.
“Now when they fuck me, they try harder to do it away from their dad. He told me he likes to watch them more than his favorite TV show. Once he asked if he could fuck me. I told him, I don’t know. I can’t have a baby. He said that’s okay. I let him fuck me, and I really liked it! It was better than masturbating. He did it another time, but then didn’t anymore. When I asked him to fuck me a third time, he said the boys found out and told him, only they could fuck me. I said I didn’t think that was true, and that I liked it when he fucked me. I said I didn’t like it when the boys fucked me. He said he was sorry.
“I’M the one that’s sorry! All my husband does, when he finds his sons fucking me, is pull out his little dick and masturbate. I hate all of it!”
Janice quieted, but we gave her time to fume over what she endures. “Thank you.” She finished.
The candle was out. The skies had cleared. We parted, promising to think where we might meet instead of the tree. I miss that tree.
Years later, under my library, I still needed the incredible women around me. I was only hurt by Tess’s eternal absence. I concluded, “This basement room has heard far more stories, better and worse than those I have permission to share, but beginnings are special. I still love my first and only husband, and I still enjoy sex with him. I still wear my first collar when my son calls. I still hate myself for giving in to his desires, but I dread hearing the voice in my head. I haven’t heard it in years. Thank you.”
Andrew married four years ago. His wife knows he has 1 and only 1, private lover. She trusts him more than she should. Because she is so incredibly trusting, Claire is a – terrible – liar.
The End
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