Boy/Woman Sex

Lockdown – Chapter 5
By
Caliboy1991

Dre

It was like holding Chase all over again. Instead of the errant strands of pubic hair at the base of a thickening young teenage penis, my fingers played with Jax’s four smooth and hard inches. The base of his penis was smooth, with no sign of pubic hair. His balls were smooth, like his father’s, but smaller than the grape sized balls I remembered.

All thoughts of tickling my son’s belly or ribs were gone. Jax was solely focused on touching my exposed breasts. After I became pregnant with my son, I waited impatiently for my breasts to swell, as was common. But for whatever reason, they remained small throughout my pregnancy. Even after Jax was born, my breasts stayed the same size they were at fifteen. I suppose I could have packed on another seventy pounds, just to see if the little lime-shaped boobs would get bigger, but I wasn’t that desperate for jugs, just so men would look a second time at my chest.

And Jax evidently had no problem with my small chest. Each hand cupped a breast that seemed tailor-made to fit within the contours of his palm.

When I looked at Jax, massaging my breasts, I saw in his eyes the heady realization we were doing things few mothers do with their sons. Although, I suspect the number of women who seduce or are seduced by their sons is far higher than people are willing to admit. He sighed as he pulled his hands off my tits, saying, “Slave, we can play the tickling game some more later. Let’s go watch TV.”

I think I understood him. Had we continued, we were heading toward deeper water in uncharted territory. Just like Chase at fourteen, Jax at twelve was uncertain of himself. I crammed my own uncertainties and doubts into a deep recess of my mind. I couldn’t handle any thoughts except that I was my son’s slave, for him to have his way with me. Anything else would interfere. So, I waited, and he ordered me to put my shirt back on and join him in the living room, watching the show we started last night.

After lunch, which I happily prepared after coaxing another command from him, I settled back on the couch and snuggled against his bare chest as we watched more of the series. We really did make a day of it, although I made sure Jax knew the game was still going and he was still my master. We even ordered Chinese takeout. While every restaurant on the island was closed, at least for dine-in, delivery drivers, with their surgical masks covering their faces, made a killing delivering food to everyone who was shut in.

When the doorbell rang, I said, “Master, the food is here. What is your command?”

Jax, still in just his boxers, said, “Slave, would you please get it?”

Just like Chase before him, Jax frequently fell back into asking instead of ordering. It was that part of him that knew this was just a game and that his mom still had feelings that mattered. I never entirely broke Chase of that endearing charm, even though I wanted him to dominate me in every way. I suspected Jax would be very much like his father.

The look on the Hispanic guy at our door, when I opened it in nothing more than my cut-off top and very short yoga shorts was priceless. Even though my breasts were small, that didn’t stop his eyes from roving over every inch of exposed skin. I suspect if not for the blue mask covering his face, I would have seen him leering at me. I paid for the food, took it, and closed the door without a word. Something else from that time with Chase came back to me. What I had, such as it was, wasn’t for anyone else but my son. I took my mask off and took the bag into the living room, where we ate dinner while binging the show.

After cleaning off the boxes and putting the leftovers in the fridge, I came back and settled next to Jax, putting my arm around his shoulder and resting my head against the side of his chest. Wordlessly, he responded by sliding an arm behind my back and letting me snuggle against him. When the episode ended, he said, “Um, mom, when you were playing with Chase, Dad, how long did your game last?”

I put a hand on his chest, “It depended on how much time we had. That first time, our game lasted well into the night. Other times, we managed a few hours. You’re not tiring of it, are you?”

Jax shook his head, “What? Tired of it? No. It’s just really different. I mean, you’d do whatever I order you to do. It’s really weird.”

I rubbed his chest, “Yeah. That’s why it’s a game. We’re turning everything up on its end. Normally, as your mom, I’m the one telling you what to do. But in the game, you’re in charge. It helped Chase to be more assertive, and it taught me how I much I loved having him dominate me.”

“What do you mean be dominate?”

My fingers stopped rubbing his chest, and I held them there. To explain that to Jax would be a big deal. It was to bare my innermost desires from my time with his father. “I wanted him to own me, sweetie.”

I could see the surprise in his face, “Own, like a slave?”

I smiled, “It’s in the name of the game. Right?”

“Oh, yeah. Master and slave. But to own you, that would mean he could have done anything he wanted.”

My fingers massaged Jax’s chest, finding a tiny, flat nipple and encircling it. “Yeah. Anything.”

Jax was processing a lot, despite the distraction on his chest, “Anything. Wow. Did that mean he ordered you to do a lot of um-, ah-, you know, sex stuff?”

I chuckled, letting my fingers track down to his smooth stomach, “Oh, yeah. That was half the fun of the game. Because he preferred boys to girls, sometimes the game was as much about getting him to do stuff so that he was the one giving the orders. Of course, toward the end, he enjoyed being in charge and he became good at making me feel dominated.”

Jax shifted and tried to be inconspicuous as he adjusted himself. That’s when I noticed the tent in his boxers. He said, “And when we’re playing the game, you really are okay with me, um, dominating you?”

I lifted my head from his shoulder and turned his head toward me and kissed his lips again. The tingly current running through my body right then made everything seem right with the world, even though the world was being wracked by a virus from China and everyone was huddling at home, trying to be safe. When I pulled my lips away from my son’s, I said, “Yes, my love.”

I kissed him again and let my free hand return to his belly, rubbing it and working my way down to the band of his boxers, sending as clear a message as possible about how I wanted him to dominate me.

When the kiss ended this time, l looked into my son’s eyes, “Master.”

His lips curled into a smile as he murmured, “Slave.”

I wanted to touch his penis again. To feel its heat against my hand. But I needed Jax in control. This was like the frustration I sometimes felt with Chase, whose natural passive tendency created a lot of the tension in our games. Finally, I said, “Master, you seem trapped in the confines of your boxers. Do you want me to help?”

If he said yes, then it was his command. There would be time to train him to assert himself. After a long moment, Jax nodded, “Um, yeah. S-, slave, please.”

My fingers moved to the fly and snaked through the cloth flaps until I felt the warmth of Jax’s thin erection. Spreading the fly apart, I pulled on him until his four inches were no longer trapped. He was perfect. His small, flared glans rested perfectly above the slightly darker skin of his circumcision, which perfectly balanced the glans from the rest of his cylindrical shaft.

As my fingers traced around his glans, I enjoyed playing with the edge of his helmeted head while another finger pressed against the small opening of his urethra. When I pulled my finger away, I saw a bit of moisture on the tip of my index finger. Rubbing it against another finger revealed a slickness that could only be Jax’s pre-cum. Perhaps he was more like Chase than his smooth skin promised.

Using my thumb and forefinger, I tenderly took hold of his shaft. The heat radiating from him warmed my hand and sent tingling tendrils through my body. Slowly, I slid my fingers up and down his shaft, lightly tugging at his skin.

Jax moaned wordlessly and leaned his head back against my arm. He showed his pleasure as his hips pushed against my hand, trying to hump my fingers as I kept lightly stroking him. I knew the pleasure building wouldn’t last long. Especially not the first time. I discarded the idea of stopping. I wanted to feel Jax’s orgasm, to see if he could make the same elixir I loved to take from Chase’s erupting cock.

After a minute or two, a strangled note came from Jax, “Arggh!”

And his penis spasmed in my hand as his body shook. I kept working my fingers over his erection, watching it jolt around my active fingers, still stroking, still teasing his cock.

After the eighth or was it the tenth spasm, a tiny clear drop oozed from Jax’s slit. And, still, his little rod kicked about while his body kept shuddering from his orgasm. With my index finger, I let loose of his shaft long enough to swipe it over the tip of his glans, taking the clear pearl and using its small amount as lube.

His moan was loud enough, I worried about disturbing our neighbors, “AHH!”

Jax threw his hands behind his head, where he interlaced his fingers, all the while his body shook from the constant spasms. He squeezed his eyes shut against the painful pleasure continually wracking his body until I finally relented, having lost track of the number of times his cock had dry ejaculated. I’d never seen anything like that. Not even with Chase. When the fourteen-year-old came, a few shots of his milky elixir would blast out, followed by a few more spasms, and that would be it.

Jax though barely seemed conscious as his penis finally stopped twitching several seconds after I stopped masturbating him. I touched his cheek, “Sweetie, Jax, you okay?”

His eyes fluttered open. He was breathless, “Oh, yeah. Wow.”

My son’s penis mesmerized me. He had kept on orgasming for as long as I stimulated him. I’d never heard of a man, let alone a boy, doing that.

“Is it always that intense, Jax, um, Master?” I asked.

He shook his head, “Your touch is better than mine. Oh, God, that felt…wow.”

“When you do it yourself, sweetie, do you keep on cumming until you stop jacking off?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Pretty cool. When Jason showed me how to do it, he was super jealous.”

“I bet so. So, what now, Master?”

His eyes shot open, realizing the game continued. “Oh? You’re still my slave?”

I kissed his cheek, “Of course, Master.”

***

Jax

My body was still on fire even after Mom brought me to the most incredible cum ever. My dick was still poking into the air. Of course, that wasn’t uncommon. Some days, I’ve been so horny that I could jack off several times in a row. This was, I figured, one of those times.

Mom still wanted to play, and I was still the master. She had shown me by bringing me to an incredible orgasm that nothing was off limits. Still, it was a bit crazy. “Um, Mom, you’d really let me do anything I want with you?”

She nodded, “Sweetie, I trust you. I know you won’t order me to do something dangerous, so yeah. I’m yours to do with as you please… Master.”

Curious about how far we could take this game, I said, “Tomorrow?”

She nodded, “Yeah. If you want.”

“What about next week?”

Still nodding, Mom said, “Well, we should probably agree to keep it to after school and work, don’t you think?”

The endless possibilities this presented sent a tingling sensation down my spine, “You know, if you want to be the master, I can be the slave.”

She offered me a grin, “I figured you wouldn’t mind trading roles. But for now, Master, I am your loving slave.”

Marveling at this, I wondered if I even needed the commands. Testing this, I stood and took her by the hand and pulled her toward the hallway. She followed, a curious smile on her features. When we passed by my room, her smile widened.

I opened her bedroom door and came over to her bed. I have always been jealous of her big king-sized bed. I sat on the edge and patted the spot next to me. Mom dutifully sat. I put my arm around her waist and leaned my face toward hers. She turned, offering her lips. I leaned forward the rest of the way until I felt her warm, moist lips on mine. The mechanics of the kiss weren’t any different from those she had given me when I was a lot younger. But it still felt different. Then I realized. It was because I kissed her instead of her kissing me. I was the Master.

When I ended this kiss, I didn’t move back. Instead, I put my hand on her stomach and moved it upward, sliding it under her shirt until I found her breasts. I felt the power of the moment and I cupped one of her boobs, gently squeezing it until a gasp of pleasure escaped Mom’s lips.

I stood up long enough to come around to stand in front of Mom and I reached over and grabbed the ragged hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head, revealing for a second time her small, gorgeous breasts.

The look she gave me told me the game didn’t always require commands. She really was mine to do with as I pleased. As gently as possible, I pushed her down on the bed. She stopped me only long enough for her to lie lengthways along the bed.

Then I straddled her waist and put my hands on her breasts again, massaging and playing with them. Mom loved it, moaning as I pinched one nipple or the other. She reached down and placed her hand on my exposed dick. So focused on her, I had forgotten to put it away after she made me dry cum earlier.

While I couldn’t ignore her hand on me, I wanted to give her pleasure, so I leaned forward until my face was over her breasts and then I took one of them in my mouth, sucking on the small, erect nipple. My tongue went to work on it, racing around the eraser-sized protrusion. She moaned, “Oh, baby, yeah.”

I lavished attention on both of her boobs until my mouth was a bit chapped. Mom even grabbed my head at one point and pulled me deeper onto her tit as I put as much of it as I could manage into my mouth.

Mom stopped touching my dick long enough to tuck me back inside my boxers before pushing the flannel cloth down to my thighs. She tugged her shorts down a couple of inches, just enough for my dick to touch her lower abdomen, skin-to-skin.

Her arms wrapped around my back as I kept licking and suckling on Mom’s boobs. When I finally sat upright, she looked up at me, a pleased look on her face. She murmured, “Master is pleased?”

“Very, slave.”

The fantasies I used just a day earlier to jack off to, had nothing on what I now experienced. Even though I was still coming to terms with what Mom had meant when she told me she was entirely and completely mine, I suspected by the time we both fell asleep, we would never be able to go back.

I inched back until my butt rested on Mom’s thighs, leaving her short, black yoga shorts exposed. Even though she had pulled it down an inch or two in front, it still kept her secret parts covered. I put my hands on her stomach and looked into her eyes. The look she gave me left no doubt her secrets were mine to explore.

My hands found the hem of Mom’s shorts and ever so slowly tugged at them. The first inch revealed smooth skin. Living on Staten Island, just like me, her skin was pale, no tan-line between the soft skin of her stomach and her lower abdomen. I tugged, exposing another inch. My hands were on her pubic mound. She was smooth where I expected to see the beginning of pubic hair. Running my fingertips over the skin, I felt fine bumps where stubble would come in after a few more days. It stunned me at the revelation she had shaved her pubic hair. And left me very aroused.

I tugged another inch. There were a few spots where I could feel the tiniest hint of stubble. The thrumming in my belly at touching so intimate a spot on my mom only added to my arousal. I pulled on the shorts another inch. At the very bottom of that revealed spot, a slight indention appeared. There were tiny bumps across the area, evidence of Mom’s freshly shaven pubes. I tugged just a little bit. The indention became a small slit. Another tug and the slit became a gash as Mom’s labia came into view.

I gasped aloud. I was staring at my mom’s pussy lips. Even though I had nothing against which to compare them, they looked exquisite to my twelve-year-old eyes. With the way I was sitting on her thighs, my dick was just a few inches away. It twitched involuntarily, so close to what nature created it for.

I wanted to ask permission to touch her. But that’s not how the game was played. I slipped a finger between the lips of her labia, enjoying Mom’s pleasured gasp. I couldn’t help but look up at her as I felt a raised bump under the hood of skin at the slit’s opening.

She gave me a look of unbridled lust. She wanted me. Oh, my God. Mom WANTED me! That look told me exactly what she wanted and where she wanted it.

I had never touched a girl, let alone a woman. Every sensation was new to me, and even though I knew Mom wanted me to dominate her, I was flying blind, going only with what I have seen in porn videos Jason and I had watched online. I shifted my legs, spreading them wider, as I pointed my dick at the slash between Mom’s legs. When it touched the outer lips of her labia, something within those lips made the tip of my dick slick. As I pushed forward, the outer lips spread open and my head disappeared into the slit before nudging against her inner labia, which was even wetter. I grabbed my shaft and moved it toward Mom’s backside, only stopping when she gasped. By some fate or miracle, I had stumbled upon her vagina.

In that moment, groaned, “Put it in me, baby. Fuck your slave.”

I’ve heard mom swear before, but there was something incredibly naughty hearing her tell me to fuck her. It took my arousal to a new high, and I shifted my body forward until I felt my head push through a tight opening, becoming entrapped within the walls of her pussy.

She moaned wordlessly, and I got the implied message. The heat of her body, the fluids coating my erection, were enough and when I pushed, I sank all four inches into her without intending to be so quick.

“Oh, fuck!” Mom moaned when my pelvis pushed against hers. My mind was on fire. This morning, Mom had jacked me off to an incredibly powerful and long orgasm. The sensation on my dick made this morning pale in comparison. Then, as I recalled the porn videos I’d watched with Jason, I pulled back, almost sliding out of her cavern before pushing all the way back in, mingling my groan with Mom’s.

The tingling from with the base of my dick confirmed I was doing something right as I rocked my hips back and forth, sliding in and out of Mom’s pussy. The moans escaping her lips told me I wasn’t the only one enjoying things. It wasn’t too tricky for me to find a rhythm in my thrusts that let the tingling gradually grow, becoming a bit more pronounced with each passing moment. Perhaps three, maybe four minutes passed since penetrating her hole when that orgasmic wave hit me and my dick shuddered insider her. Another spasm wracked my dick and spread out across my body. Another spasm and the orgasm shook my entire body. With each successive spasm, my dick twitched, trying to send my semen deep within Mom’s womb. If only I had any.

My dick didn’t stop shuddering, ejaculating empty shots. After thirty or more spasms, Mom’s legs gripped my back as she arched her back, “Ahhh, Fuck!”

As new to this as I was, I still recognized her orgasm for what it was and despite my body’s continual cumming, I felt more aroused as her pussy shook around my dick.

Mom leaned forward, throwing her arms around my neck, her own body shuddering even more than I shook. “Oh baby, I’m cumming! D-, don’t stop!”

My next spasm hit me hard, and my vision dimmed as even bigger fireworks inside my brain exploded. Again, I slid deep inside her, my balls slapping against Mom’s ass. My dick kept jerking, dry firing for the umpteenth time.

In and out, an intense spasm as my body dry ejaculated again. My vision became dimmer as the fireworks inside my head threatened to overwhelm me.

I pushed in again and my mom’s arms slid from around my back and her knees unlocked. Her head fell back as her eyes rolled backward. I pushed in again and spasmed once more. The explosion in my head was the last thing I remembered.

***

Dre

There was something heavy laying across my body when I felt light dancing across my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw gray light poking through the tiny gaps in my blinds. My alarm clock confirmed it was early; barely six-thirty.

The heavy weight on me brought back last night’s memories. The heavy weight was Jax. And he was as nude as me. I had lost consciousness from the most intense orgasm in my twenty -eight years and took my son’s virginity in the process.

As I became more awake, I realized I had raped my son. My twelve-year-old son. What kind of woman fucks her own son?

I wanted to slide away, not wake him. I needed time to think. What had I been thinking?

I sucked in a deep breath, counted to ten. Then Chase came unbidden into my thoughts. Jax looked so much like Chase had all those years before. What Chase and I found had been special. Why couldn’t this be just as special?

After all, it wasn’t any different that what I had shared with Jax’s dad. Was it? Then, as I replayed the events, I rationalized, I hadn’t initiated sex with Jax. No, it was his choice. He had taken me. My son had chosen to have sex with me. Part of me rebelled against this line of thought. But after a brief struggle, I locked the voice away. It wasn’t a voice I cared to listen to, and it certainly wouldn’t help me get through the day.

Jax had done it. He had dominated me last night. He had taken me and in doing so, had given me an orgasm unlike anything I had ever imagined possible. How many women actually go unconscious from the power of their orgasms? And it had happened to me! To me! It was both scary and exhilarating to think of Jax dominating me again.

And what about my son’s orgasms? God in heaven, I did not know it was even possible for a man or boy to keep orgasming beyond the normal half-dozen or so ejaculations until I saw it with my own eyes when I masturbated him.

Now that I had calmed down and put aside thoughts of the police breaking down my door, I could think more clearly about yesterday. Jax was more responsive to my suggestions than Chase had been at first. And he had dominated me last night, taking what he wanted. And I loved every bit of it. I hoped today would be more of the same, because I longed to feel his boyish penis inside me. The next time would be even better as Jax took everything he learned from our first time and applied it.

I must have moved as I thought things through. There was pressure between my legs, where Jax’s penis rested. A bit more pressure confirmed my son’s penis wasn’t exactly resting anymore. His morning wood had arrived, and I shifted my body enough to close my legs, trapping his erection between my legs.

There was a stirring on my chest as Jax mumbled, “I was afraid it had all been a dream.”

I wrapped my arms around my son’s back, “No dream, my love. Last night really happened.”

Jax pushed himself up a bit until he looked down at my face, “Wow. We really, um, had sex?”

His penis between my legs, only a couple of inches away from my vagina, I was already growing wet “Yes, Master. You were very good. Now, about today, what is your command?”

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Lockdown – Chapter 4
By
Caliboy1991

Chapter 4

I felt exhilarated and worried when I slid into bed last night. My body fairly hummed at what had transpired after dinner between me and Jax. It took me back to when he moved in with me. He was six when he moved in with me and over the first few years of living together, we had been incredibly close. He would lie in my bed in just his underwear and I’d tickle him until he would nearly pee. I felt like I had lost something when he stopped wanting to do that around the fifth grade. Of course, he had accidentally peed himself that time.

Tickling my son last night had felt so good. I had felt the years melt away. But was that a lie? The years really hadn’t fallen away. When I had straddled him and tickled him mercilessly, there had been a constant reminder my little boy wasn’t so little anymore. I did my best to ignore the bulge in his pajamas, but even though I never mentioned it, forgetting about it was another matter.

Then, when he tickled me back, Jax’s fingers on my skin made me tingle all over, and sent me back thirteen years.

As my memory returned to that stormy Halloween night, my hands pushed my panties down. I wanted nothing between my fingers and my pussy.

Closing my eyes, I was back in the bathroom with Chase. The dog chain hung between my small boobs, still attached to the leather collar. We stood facing each other on the small rug beside the tub. I was on fire, wanting more of Chase. I gave him the chain, “Your will, Master.”

While there was doubt and uncertainty in his eyes, there was also something else. I hoped that something else would guide his next action. “Um, slave, would you please dry me off?”

I took a towel and turned him away from me so I could focus on his back. But I had more fun rubbing the towel on his butt before spinning him around. I knelt and as gently as possible, I dried the few lonely strands of pubic hair off and then held his soft ball sack in my hands. Aside from the small patch of pubic hair just above the base of his penis, he was smooth. I finished toweling off his hair.

Once finished, I said, “Does it meet Master’s satisfaction?”

Chase was as erect as he had been in the shower. He flushed as he nodded, “Yeah, Dre. That felt nice. I mean, slave. You did well. But I can’t have you getting the rest of the house wet. Stand there while I make sure you’re dry.”

He took the towel and toweled my little boobs down. I felt a little current of something run from my boobs down to between my legs. A few seconds later, Chase knelt and dabbed the towel against my pubic hair. I wished he had done more than just dab at my hidden space. Instead, he spun me around and finished by drying my back.

Then, he took the chain and pulled me back into his bedroom. Before he could figure out what to say next, his cell phone lit up as a melody erupted from its speakers. Chase dropped the chain and jumped in surprise. Still naked, he grabbed the phone and swiped at it, “Oh, hi mom.”

“No, we almost made it home before it opened up on us.

“Yeah, she’s in the bathroom now. When do you think you’ll be home?”

“Oh? Yeah. You did. That’s cool. When she gets out, I’ll have Dre call her parents.”

“Bye.”

When he killed the call, Chase grinned. “Mom’s stuck at the church. Said she’ll be home later tonight when the storm lets up.”

That meant we had a few more hours to ourselves. “Why do I need to call my parents?”

Another grin, “Mom talked to your mom, and neither one of them wants to drive across town to take you home. So, you’re supposed to stay over tonight.”

My smile matched his own, and I snagged the phone and called my mom. It was even faster than his mom’s call. Mom told me to behave and that they’d swing by the next day to pick me up.

Once I ended the call, I stepped over next to Chase and handed him the chain, “Master, how may I serve you?”

Chase grinned, “Damn, Dre. You’re really messing with my mind. And I’m having so much fun.”

I just offered a small, subservient smile, “Master, what is your command?”

Sweet Chase. Gay Chase. He’d told me before that girls confused him, and that was part of why he enjoyed being with boys over girls. When I had asked why he and I were good friends, he’d told me I wasn’t like the other girls. That night as the storm raged outside, I wanted that lovely boy to dominate me. I was his. And if I wasn’t as confusing to him as other girls, I hoped he would figure out how to take me.

His eyes softened. “I don’t really know what to do, Dre. Don’t just do something because I’m telling you to. Okay?”

I nodded back, but I had no intention of telling him no. I needed him over me.

“Come over here, Slave girl,” He commanded with a little more confidence than he’d had a moment before.

I got up close, inside his personal space. “Yes, Master?”

His penis was so close to my pubic mound, I rocked forward until our bodies touched. He said, “Slave, my dick requires your attention. What can you do to help?”

My eyes grew round, and I grinned. I could hardly believe my luck. I knelt and took his shaft in my hand. I’d only seen videos about what came next. I leaned forward and licked his flared head, making him gasp. Then, my tongue lapped at a little bit of clear liquid that appeared on his piss slit. It was tasteless, which suited me just fine.

Then, I opened my mouth and stuck his glans in my mouth and sucked on it, using my tongue to stimulate the tip of his erection.

He moaned, rocking forward, sliding about half of his erection into my mouth. I liked the rugged, loose skin that circled the base of his glans and I sucked on him even as I took the rest of him into my mouth. The handful of lonely strands of pubic hair tickled my upper lip right as the tip of his dick touched my tonsils. I swallowed hard as I fought against my gag reflex. It was just enough for me to adjust myself to him filling my mouth.

And then I bobbed back and forth, feeling his entire shaft slide through my lips. Even though I had never tried to give a boy a blow-job before, there was something almost effortless in sucking on Chase. After a few minutes, this lovely boy, the object of my affection, thrust his hips forward and back, as he moaned, “Ah, fuck, Dre. I’m close. Watch out.”

I redoubled my suction on his penis. Then the most amazing thing happened. His slightly more than four inches seemed to expand, becoming even harder. Then, he rocked forward, with his dick going as deep into my mouth as possible, he shuddered and something hot and wet splattered my tongue and the back of my throat. It was salty with just a hint of something sweet mixed in. The second blast left me swallowing Chase’s seed.

When I pulled back, he giggled and used his finger to wipe a bit of his jizz from my lips. “Very well done, slave girl.”

My eyes fluttered open. I was back in my bed. Jax was down the hall, and my finger plunged in and out of my vagina. My other hand worked my clit. I felt the orgasm rising inside me. The image of Chase standing with his dick waving in front of me held in my mind until it didn’t. I changed from my index finger to my middle finger massaging my clit. When I tried to recall Chase’s features, all I could see were Jax’s. I imagined him grabbing my tits as we played the tickle game. And then overcome with lust, I orgasmed, coating my fingers with even more juice.

I pulled my panties off and pulled my covers up to my neck. Usually, after an orgasm like that, my pussy was satisfied. Not this time. I was still horny. But more than that, I was exhausted. I closed my eyes, even as I slept in the nude for the first time in thirteen years, and drifted off to sleep.

***

Jax

I lay on my bed, confused, happy, and horny. My fingers had grazed my mom’s boob when we had been tickling each other. I had touched a girl’s boob! The idea left my erection straining, and after too long, I pulled my pajamas off and threw them on the floor along with my underwear.

I wrapped my fingers around my little pole and grappled with the confusion, even as I settled in to a rhythmic stroke. While it was true, I loved my mom completely and utterly; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I tried to imagine Kim standing in front of me, flashing me her little tits. Instead, I saw my mom lifting her shirt and flashing boobs that weren’t all that much larger.

I came right then. My dick spasmed as I stroked. I was stunned at my body’s reaction. I hadn’t been jacking off even thirty seconds and there I was, shuddering under the most intense orgasm in my twelve years. I kept stroking it, letting the spasms crash over me with earth-shattering tingling, until I felt myself slipping away. I let go of my dick and felt the wild spasming ease off until I lay there gasping in ragged breaths. I glanced down at my erection, still pointing toward me. Then I noticed something. A small clear bead emerged from where I normally pissed. The drop was no bigger than a drop of rain, and when I touched it, a small bit got on my finger. Rubbing it, I found the substance slick to my touch. Because there was so little of it, the slickness went away within a few seconds.

My eyes were huge. I had actually cummed. Excited about it, and hoping to see it again, I gripped my erection and started masturbating again. Thrilled at the first sign of puberty, I didn’t even bother with fantasizing about Kim. Instead, I imagined my mom standing in front of me, slowly stripping her clothes off. In my mind’s eye, she was naked when the tingling grew more pronounced and I felt that marvelous sensation building inside me.

My orgasm hit like a wave crashing onto a sandy beach. I strained to keep my eyes open, focused on my dick even as my fingers kept on stroking it. Every spasm seemed stronger than the one before, and even though the magical elixir hadn’t appeared after a couple of minutes, my flying hand took me behind my mind’s ability to process my dry orgasms and things faded to black.

The next morning, I was cold when I woke up. When I realized I had slept naked above my sheets, everything else came back from last night. The tickling game with mom and the back-to-back masturbation sessions. I glanced at my morning wood before deciding I’d rather crawl under the covers to warm up. I needed that more than I needed to pee.

It didn’t take long to get comfortable and as I warmed up, my hand went back to my erection, where I just played with it, enjoying the hint of tingles that came from my touch. I was halfway asleep again when I heard a knock at my door. I pulled my hand away and rolled onto my side, which made the tent in the sheets go away, “Yeah?”

Mom opened the door, “Good morning, sweetie. You decent?”

I couldn’t help but smile as I said, “I’m covered up, Mom.”

Between the light filtering through my blinds and the light from the hallway, I could see Mom. She wore another yoga top. Actually, it was more of an athletic tank top she had turned into a crop top at some point in the past. The straps were narrow on her shoulders, and the u-neck showed little skin. Of course, at some point, she had cut off the bottom, leaving her belly exposed. The shorts she wore, I’d seen her wear before when she went to yoga. They were a pair of loose fitting black athletic shorts. Standing in the door, her thighs were on display. I had seen her in both the shirt and shorts before. But it had never had this effect on me.

Glad I was lying on my side and my erection was hidden by the covers, I said, “You look nice this morning.”

She leaned against the door frame, “Thanks, sweetie. It’s the weekend. I wanted to be comfortable. How’d you sleep?”

Seeing how sexy Mom appeared in her clothes, I was wide awake, “Good. How about you?”

She came into the room and sat at the foot of the bed, “Well enough. I dreamed about your father some. After thirteen years, I miss him.”

“What happened to him?”

Mom sighed, a frown creasing her face. “He passed away.”

Seeing my distressed look, she added, “He was away at college when it happened. He and his boyfriend were driving home one night after a party. There was an accident, and they both died. I think you would have liked him. You’re a lot like him, you know.”

“I don’t think I’m gay, Mom.”

She reached over to me and patted my shoulder, “Not like that, Jax. You look so much like him, sometimes it’s like seeing him all over again.”

Mom’s melancholy expression had me reaching for her hand, “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Her lips curled at the ends, “It’s fine, sweetie. I rather like how you look like the boy who helped me to make you.”

I held onto her hand, “What’s the plan today? You want to hang out?”

She nodded, “Yeah. I’ve got some bread in the toaster. I figured we could have cinnamon toast. How does that sound?”

I loved it. I was about to climb out of bed when I remembered I was naked. Everything we had talked about came back from yesterday. Still, as much as I loved the new closeness, the idea of letting her see me naked made me too nervous to consider it. I said, “I need to get dressed, Mom.”

Mom’s eyes roamed over the sheets that covered me halfway up my chest, “Oh, you slept naked?”

Blushing, I nodded, “Yeah. You said it was okay. Right?”

The crimson on her cheeks reassured me, “That’s right, sweetie. I’ll give you some privacy.” With that, she stood and then leaned over me and gave me a kiss on my temple before turning and closing the door behind her.

As soon as the door closed, I grabbed my underwear from the floor and put them on. Then, thinking about the shorts Mom had on, I rummaged around in my chest of drawers until I found a pair of boxers mom had bought me from last year. I held them up to my waist and saw they should fit. Baggier and longer than the briefs, I swapped them out and then looked myself over in the mirror. The boxers looked like a pair of short shorts. The biggest difference at first glance was the flannel material of my boxers felt different from the sheer material of Mom’s athletic shorts. Of course, there was also the fly on the front of the boxers. But the fly’s fabric overlapped pretty good, and I thought a wardrobe malfunction was highly unlikely.

I found her in the kitchen, smearing butter on the toast. She glanced over at me, “Oh, I’d forgotten about those boxers. You look handsome in them.”

As we ate the sweetened toast, I swallowed a bite before asking, “Can we play a game today?”

Mom reached over and ran her fingers over my ribs, just enough to get me to smile, “Sure. You ready to be dominated by my tickling?”

Happy to see things were as we left them, I responded by tickling her exposed skin just above her hip. “Maybe. But what about Master and slave? You played it with my dad. Can we play it too?”

Mom grew red as she chuckled at my touch, “I don’t know about that, sweetie. The slave has to do anything the master orders. I mean, what would you do if I were the master and ordered you to clean your room?”

I giggled as her finger still traced my rib, “I guess I would have to clean it.”

Mom leaned in, gently tickling more of my ribs, “What if I ordered you to take a shower?”

“I’d take it, after all that’s what a slave does; obeys the master.”

Then, when her head was close to mine, “What if I ordered you to let me give you a bath? How would you handle that, sweetie?”

I saw how this game could quickly spiral out of control. My feelings were a mixture of fear, embarrassment and arousal. “Oh. Um, I guess I would let you give me a bath.”

She smiled at me, “Even if that meant seeing your little pee-pee?”

I giggled at her touches on my ribs, “Geez, Mom, It’s not that little. Yeah. I guess so. So, can we play it?”

Mom kissed my forehead and nodded, “I suppose, sweetie. Do you want to be the Master?”

Me be the master? As mom had explained things she might order me to do, I had wondered what it would be like to be the slave, subject to mom’s every whim. But as the master, I’d be in control. It could be me ordering her to pick up my room. Or order her to shower. Or even order her to let me bathe her. The thought sent a fluttering sensation through me. “Are you sure you don’t mind being the slave? How long until we switch?”

Mom shook her head, “I’ll be your slave, sweetie. A session lasts all day, unless you choose to end it early. So, maybe tomorrow you can be the slave, if you want.”

Then she stood up and gave me a deep bow, “What is your command, Master?”

With those five words, my world shifted. I was the master, lord of our little quarantined domain. A hundred thoughts invaded my mind. Most I discarded as impractical or things I lacked the boldness to say. I scanned the kitchen and saw the first order. In the deepest voice I could muster, which admittedly wasn’t very deep, given how my voice had yet to break, I said, “Slave, the table is dirty. Clean it.”

Mom dutifully bowed and cleaned up the dishes. Any other time, it would have been me bussing my own dirty dishes. But Mom happily put them in the sink. Next, I ordered her to clean the dishes and load the dishwasher. Then I had her gather all the dirty clothes from my floor and put them in the wash along with stuff from her room. Most of my pajamas and underwear were still in the dryer from the last time I had done laundry, and I ordered her to take them to my room to be put away.

I followed her back to my room. The shorts she had on were amazing, showing almost all of her shapely legs. Her top was cut high enough I saw plenty of skin between the top of her shorts and the bottom of her shirt.

She dumped the clean clothes on the bed and took a pair of my pajamas and folded them up, all the while smiling. This was simply too surreal. I said, “Um, Mom, are you sure you’re okay playing the slave?”

She grinned as she grabbed another pair of pajama bottoms, “Oh, sweetie, you wouldn’t have talked me into it if I minded.”

I felt confused about her cheerful disposition at following my commands, “Why? As the master, I’m bossing you around.”

She picked up one of my colored underwear and folded it, “Jax, if I tell you something intimately personal to me, I need you to promise that you’ll keep it between us.”

I nodded as I watched her fold another pair of underwear.

She pursed her lips, and glanced toward the door as if making sure we were truly alone, “I loved playing this game with Chase. I discovered something about myself with your dad.”

I found myself leaning forward, hanging on her every word, “I liked it when he controlled me. I know it’s crazy. I’m a woman and we’re all supposed to be liberated and independent. But the truth is, I felt more alive and free simply surrendering my will to him.”

I had never seen my mom in this light before. She was always strong for me, especially after Nana died. But as I thought back over the years, I recalled an incident here and there, where I pushed back on being told to do something only to have her do it for me.

I came over to help her with the clothes, but she gave me another bow, “Master, it’s my duty and pleasure to follow your commands.”

With that, she gently pushed me back and returned to folding the clothes. I said, “Do you really want me to order your around? Like a slave?”

She took the rest of the clothes and put them in the chest of drawers, “That’s the purpose of the game, Jax. You reminded me so much of Chase when you were ordering me about. I loved it.”

I shook my head, “My dad doesn’t sound very nice, the way you describe him telling you what to do.”

Mom shook her head and sat on the edge of my bed, “Oh, Chase was so sweet and loving. That’s the thing about the game. Outside of it, he was never a bully, and he cared a lot about my feelings as his best friend. The game was as much about stretching him, making him more assertive, as it was about me feeling the freedom of submission.”

“You think I’m like him?”

Mom nodded as I sat down beside her, “I see so much of him in you. When we first started playing the game, he was shy and uncertain. Just like you. But over time, as he realized it made us even closer as friends, he grew to like it too. Even though there was always an awkward innocence in the way he ordered me about. You know, he never stopped saying please when he gave a command.”

The way she talked about my father, I regretted I would never get to meet him. For a guy who was gay, it sounded like he and Mom were super close. I asked, “When you first started playing the game, did he order you to do anything you didn’t want to do?”

Mom leaned back on the bed, “Oh, that was thirteen years ago. Let me think. We had just come back from a Halloween party, where we actually went as a Roman master and slave. We were both dressed in these cute little togas. On the way back to his house, the skies opened up, and we got back soaked to the skin. When we got into his house, he ordered me out of the toga so that we could get them dried out.”

“Wow,” I murmured. My father had seen my mom naked from almost the very beginning. Those images from the previous night were readily recalled, and I was glad I was sitting down and wearing boxers that weren’t as tight at my briefs.

Mom rubbed my back, “So, Master, what is your next command?”

I liked her touch and wanted more of it. Yesterday’s game had been more fun than we’d ever had. “Um, slave, how about the tickle game again?”

Mom stretched out her hand until she touched my ribs and she dug her finger into a ticklish spot. I recoiled and giggled at the same time. Mom sat up and wrapped her arms around my chest in a hug. Her mouth was next to my neck as she whispered, “As you wish, Master.”

Then her fingers dug into my belly, forcing more giggles out of me as I rolled onto my side. This time, though, I was ready to fight back, at least a little. I put my hand out until I touched her exposed belly. When I pushed my fingers into her belly, Mom let loose a fit of giggles even as she worked her fingers around my belly with one hand and with her other hand tortured my ribs.

While I wanted to continue the assault on her belly, I was tearing up from giggling so hard. I pushed away, inching myself toward the headboard on my bed, trying to keep her from landing any more tickles. Mom rose onto her knees and grabbed my legs long enough to throw a knee over my legs, straddling me, and making it hard to move away. Then she scooted forward until her shorts touched my boxers. The problem for me was all the intimate tickles gave me a stiffy, and it was seriously tenting the front of my boxers.

That’s when Mom looked down and saw. She paused her tickling of my stomach and then looked at my reddening cheeks. After a moment of thought, she said, “Master, although you look to be enjoying yourself, if you would prefer, we can stop the tickle game, and do something else. I am your obedient slave.”

I felt a moment’s relief as Mom gave me an out. Only I didn’t want it. While I was incredibly nervous about her being so close to my stiffy, I also wanted to see what would happen next. I gently shook my head and stammered, “Sl-, slave, we shall continue the tickle game.”

Mom’s fingers prodded my belly, eliciting another giggle. Her hands moved toward my ribs as she scooted further up. The bottom of her shorts rested just below my boxers’ fly. I felt pressure from Mom’s front, as her short-covered front pulled against my boxers’ flannel cloth.

I didn’t know if I wanted to stop inching forward. I knew I didn’t want to make it look like I was eager though. My hands redirected toward her stomach, even slipping under the ragged hem to find her lower-most rib.

She laughed even as she moved forward. Mom’s front, covered by her skimpy shorts, moved forward, pushing my stiffy back until it lay flat against my stomach. Mom giggled down at me, as my hands continued tickling her belly and ribs, while her bottom rested firmly on my stiffy.

She redoubled her attention on my stomach, sticking fingers into my belly button and wiggling them about. Not to be outdone, both my hands slipped under Mom’s loose-fitting shirt, attacking her ribs, one by one. I knew what I’d find if I went above the third rib. And that didn’t stop my right hand from moving up. Before I found the rib, the tip of my finger brushed against Mom’s boob. Unlike yesterday’s warning, this time, she simply giggled in response to my tickles. I moved my left hand up and felt her other boob.

Uncertainty came over me then, and despite the laughter she pulled from me, I managed to look Mom in the eyes. There was warmth there and laughter in her mouth and she gave me a barely perceptible nod. Any other time, I would have shied away from touching my mom. But the game we played took me in and instinctively I felt we both needed this, no matter how wrong it might otherwise be.

Both hands moved up. The soft, warm tissue of her boobs made it impossible to find her fifth rib. What I found were the tiny ridges separating her areolas from the rest of her supple breasts. She gasped as my finger slid across that small, open space and bumped against a nipple.

Worried I was taking this too far, I said, “Um, Mom, should we stop?”

Mom’s fingers stopped tickling my stomach, and she leaned forward until her face was just above mine. Then, her lips touched mine, lingering longer than yesterday. When she pulled back, she said, “Master, I am your slave to do with as you please. Does Master find me pleasing?”

Part of me was stunned to hear those words come from my mom’s mouth. The part in control moved both hands to touch her nipples. That part of me found her very pleasing. I stammered, “Y-, yeah. Very pleasing.”

In response, her lips pressed against mine. This time it was a distinctly sensual kiss. I had never kissed anyone before, but I responded by pressing my lips against hers. A dozen heartbeats later, she sat back up. Instead of the deep tickles designed to rip tickles from my lips, her fingers gently circled my belly. Under her loose-fitting shirt, my hands cupped Mom’s breasts. I hadn’t realized until then, they were as small as they were. Both fit comfortably in each hand, no bigger than half a lemon in size. Still, they were a perfect fit.

After a minute of me playing with her breasts, Mom leaned forward and kissed me again. This time when our lips parted, she said, “Would master like for me to remove my shirt?”

My lips were still tingling from the kiss when I nodded.

With my hands still on her breasts, Mom lifted the hem of her shirt over her head until she dropped the shirt onto my floor. Seeing her tits was just as good as feeling them. Her soft, pliable skin moved under fingers that were becoming deftly familiar with her form.

Her hands stroking my stomach slid lower until they brushed against my boxers. She kept at it, rubbing my lower belly until her fingers slid under my boxers’ elastic band. Her fingers stopped their circular motion once between my skin and the flannel. They moved down, sliding smoothly across my bald pubic bone until the tip of Mom’s finger touched my dick. I gasped at the touch.

Mom said, “Is Master pleased?”

Still working my hands over her exposed boobs, I nodded.

Her fingers went lower until her hand cupped my stiffy. She pulled her hand away long enough for her to tug my boxers down my legs. Then she sat down again and played with my freed erection.

I asked, “Did you and Chase do this kind of stuff?”

Mom nodded, “Yeah. He was so adorable. I really liked being his slave, just like I’m enjoying being your slave too.”

I couldn’t believe my dreams were now my reality. Kim Lanham, eat your heart out. I’m touching a woman’s boobs. Even though there were a lot of other things for us to do, things I dreamed of at night with my fist around my dick, this was a lot to take in. And even as I saw the love in Mom’s eyes, I didn’t want to push her too far.

With a lot of regret in that moment, I pulled my hands away from Mom’s perfect-for-me tits and said, “Alright, slave. Maybe we can play this some more later today. Right now, let’s go watch some TV.”

I had to order her to put her shirt back on, and I very nearly didn’t do it, thinking about how nice it would be to watch TV next to my topless mom. Still, when I pulled my boxers back up, it didn’t feel right to leave mom exposed.

We settled onto the couch and picked up Stranger Things on the next episode.

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