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How i became my son's slave

I will start banal: my name is Yulia, I am 43 years old. I am a single mom who raised her son, not stupid, and look decent: tall long-haired brown with a large chest and butt. Not slim of course, there is a tummy, but it does not protrude and on the sides of nothing hanging. Despite the good looks and calm character, after divorce from my husband, I did not find another and lived only with my son. The need for sex I compensated by masturbation and collection of toys. Of course, all this was accompanied by watching porn. My son and I had two computers. Over the years of loneliness, I reviewed a lot of porn and unnoticeably began to show interest in BDSM, and always presented as the bottom. I more and more often possessed dreams of how I am tied up and hard whipped with a whip, and then have in all the slits of one or more men. Well, let's get away from me and talk about my son. His name is Maxim and he recently turned 19 years old. He has been involved in sports all his life, and therefore perfectly built: a tall, moderately fit guy with brown hair. But he still doesn't have a girlfriend. Naturally, at this age he has physiological needs. And the results of these needs I began to observe on my dirty bras and panties. He would often lock himself in the bathroom for long periods of time, and then I would find my underwear in the laundry basket covered in his semen. I couldn't talk to him about it, it was uncomfortable, I guess my indecision led me to what happened next.

That fateful evening came like any other. Maxim was at practice, and I was practicing too: I sat down on the bed, completely undressed, took the vibrator and spread my legs, getting ready for my orgasm. On the computer screen, some girl was being abused, tied up and fucked with three dicks, accompanied by a juicy spanking. I was inserting a vibrating cock into myself and imagining myself in this girl's place as suddenly my cell phone rang. It was Maxim calling to tell me that today's training was shortened and he was going home and asked me to make him something to eat. Before I could finish I had to get dressed and start cooking. But no sooner had I started than I realized that a lot of things were missing, so I quickly got ready and ran to the store.

When I got home, I saw Max's sneakers, which meant he was home. I walked into the apartment and went into the kitchen. There was a surprise waiting for me on the table - two printed pictures, one of which was a screenshot of a window with a video I'd recently watched, and the other was the history of my browser. An alarm sounded in my head and I ran to the room. Maxim was sitting there. On the monitor was that very tab.

- Maxim, don't you think it's not nice to be on someone else's computer? - I started to go on the offensive, as long as I didn't start talking about what was on the computer. But before I could say anything, my son slapped me hard, which made me recoil and almost fall. He grabbed me by the arms and dragged me to the bed, and when he pulled me down, he slapped me again.

- You know, Mom, I've been wondering how I could get you laid. I've been wanting to fuck you for a long time. And you like it rough!

- What are you doing?

- I'm going to do what you do with a whore like that, I'm going to give you the full brunt of it! - With those words he hit me again. Then again. And another. And another. He slapped me, and I tried to hide from them. But to no avail. Finally I got the moment when Maxim was playing and I could push him away. I jumped up and ran for the exit, but he caught me by the hair and threw me back on the bed and sat on top of me. In one powerful motion, he ripped my blouse off and my breasts came into view. He looked at me greedily, then stood up and started pulling down my jeans. I tried to break free again, but he held me down on the bed. Finally pulling my jeans off, he wrapped them around my arms and tied them to the headboard of the bed. After making sure the knot was secure he got off me and pulled down my panties, crumpling them up and pushing them into my mouth. By now I was crying. I was terrified and looked at my son with eyes full of tears.

Maxim turned me over on my stomach.

- Get ready!

I got ready for him to start fucking me now, but instead of his cock, I felt a searing pain on my buttocks. My son was whipping me with his belt. A blow and I was writhing in pain, another and my scream was muffled only by my panties. He whipped me long enough and then stopped and left the room, and when he came back he had a jump rope in his hands. It was made of a metal cable and covered in rubber. There was a whistling sound behind me and a burning pain spilled over my buttocks. The first stroke was followed by the second, and then the third, and so on. With each blow I cried harder and harder. But there was one nuance to it all: my pussy was soaking wet.

Maxim stopped the flogging and came up to my face.

- Stop lying down! Get on all fours and raise your head! - he shouted and pulled my hair. I obeyed and his cock was in front of my face. Maxim pulled my panties out of my mouth and instantly stuck his cock in there.

- Suck it, slut!

I cocked my head and tried to move away, but he pinned me down with his hands so that his cock reached my throat.

- You don't want to suck it, then! Then here you go! - He shouted and started fucking me hard in my mouth. He was banging his forehead against my face, and his thick and long cock was at my throat. Periodically he hit my ass with the rope.

After enjoying my mouth he came on me from behind!

- Please, son, I beg you, don't!

- Every whore needs to be fucked! And you're no exception.

He ran his fingers over my pussy.

- You're making a waterfall in here!

He was right: I was dripping. He could turn me on like I'd never been turned on before. In one deft movement Maxim was inside me. I tried to pull away, but he put his cock inside me again. He began to fuck me, his hands slapping my ass every now and then. By now I realized that this was exactly what I wanted, that this was the kind of man I needed. And by now I didn't care who that man was, even if he was my son. Rather, I even wanted my son to be the one who would have me like a whore. Before I realized it, I felt his cock pushing into my ass. As soon as he found the entrance, he instantly flew in. A sharp pain shot through my body and I screamed. It didn't even embarrass him. He continued to fuck me, only now in my ass. His cock was going in and out of it, and my anus was already burning with fire. Finally he pulled his cock out and with a sudden movement he flipped me over on my back and sat on top of me. A jet of hot cum hit my face. Maxim lay down next to me.

- You're my whore now, got it? - he said, a little out of breath.

- Yes!

- Yes what?

- I'm your whore! - I answered. After such a spanking, I wanted to be his whore, without any morals.

- Good girl! Now go to the shower and get ready for the second time. - Maxim said and untied me. I waddled into the bathroom. In the mirror I looked at my crying face, watered with cum and red from the slaps, but I still saw a blissful smile on it. After I cleaned myself up, I went back to the room.

- You took too long!

- I apologize!

- No, I won't! Slowness is punishable! Suck it! - He pointed to his cock.

I sat down and started sucking it. This time I did it myself. I tried to swallow it deep. I caressed it with my tongue and produced a lot of saliva, while my son lay back and enjoyed it. I looked up and saw my phone in my hands - he was filming.

- Shouldn't we?

- Don't get distracted!

I obediently returned to his cock. When Maxim had enjoyed my mouth to the full, he stood up and took me to the kitchen. I understood everything without further ado and got up so that my breasts were lying on the table. He came up behind me and in no time like the first time he entered my pussy. He started fucking me in my pussy, but then he slid his cock out and inserted it into my ass and then back into my pussy. He alternately fucked my ass and pussy, enjoying them. And I was lying on the table with only one thought, "Fuck me, son." Suddenly he began to speed up, and driving his cock all the way into my pussy, he spurted his cum into me. The stream of his seed spilled warmth into my uterus and another stream gushed from my pussy. I had the most vivid squirt orgasm of my life.

When we had calmed down a bit, Maxim laid down a set of rules by which we would now live. In general terms, I was becoming his slave, but instead of disgust, the thought made me happy.