OK. Yes, it is improbable. Yes, it is not realistic. This is fiction that came from my warped imagination. Yes, you most likely have read something similar. With thousands upon thousands of erotica stories that have been written on this and other sites, it is not improbable that there might be similar stories out there. There is sexual content in this story, so if that bothers you, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON THIS SITE IN THE FIRST PLACE? I self-edit, and I have no desire to change that.
OK, since I have discovered that Captain Obvious needs to make an appearance here, since I have received comments making it clear that some people apparently do not read titles or understand what categories mean. Disclaimers: This story contains incest between a mother and her sons. All characters are over the age of 18. This story contains BDSM. Do not ingest drain cleaner or battery acid. Running out onto a freeway with heavy traffic can cause injury or death.
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Teaching My Sons BDSM 03
There is just something absolutely and totally freeing about having no control over yourself. Yeah, I know it sounds bass akwards. Usually, one would think that being in total control would be the definition of free. Nope. It’s actually freeing when you no longer need to stress over all those decisions. Imagine not having to decide what to wear when you get up in the morning. You no longer need to think about what you are going to cook for dinner. No more trying to decide which mindless fluff to turn the TV to. Hundreds of mind-numbing decisions a day. Think of how freeing it is to have all that responsibility in someone else’s hands. That was going through my mind as the cock in front of me was sliding in and out of my mouth. Not that I really had a choice in that either.
It was a pleasant Saturday afternoon, and the party was in full swing. The boys had gotten a bit creative. My arms were bound behind my back, fingers touching the opposing elbows. They had researched tying rope breast harnesses while securing the arms behind the back. I was kneeling on the grass, straddling a half cylindrical wooden seat. It had two dildos attached, one in my cunt, the other in my ass. My ankles were needlessly strapped to metal stakes driven into the ground. I say needlessly because I couldn’t have gone anywhere anyway. That was because my clit ring was clipped to an eyebolt in the top of the half barrel I was sitting on. They had given me just slack in the chain to allow me some movement, but not to be able to get off the dildos. There was another metal stake driven into the ground directly in front of me. That stake had another eyebolt that was connected to the chain between my pierced nipples. Where was Beth, you ask? She was in the same exact position, facing me, six feet in front of me.
Needless to say, my cunt was soaking wet. Beth and I were the entertainment for the evening. This was just the start, I’m sure. We were the dedicated dick suckers and urinals for everyone. Instead of having to go into the house to use the bathrooms, they could just walk up, unzip, stick their cock in our mouths, and let loose. Of course, they would also avail themselves to fondling our tits. Most of our activity, though, was sucking cocks and swallowing cum.
It was still early in the afternoon, so Justin was tending the smoker while Jason prepared appetizers on the grill. Beth and I had already prepared other snacks and side dishes earlier.
Today was a boys party. There were no girls here. This time. I’m sure that would come at some point, but the boys decided to start off with just their bros. It didn’t matter that much. We were being kept pretty busy as it was. There were a half-dozen of their friends there besides my two sons. Eight cocks and two mouths. That saying about ‘You only rent beer’? You do the math. Let’s not forget that they were all 18 and 19 years old. Youth, quick recovery time, and lots of stamina. Sure, they tended to shoot quick, but they could get it up again, and again, and AGAIN.
I was riding the dildos, pushing myself to another orgasm as I was enthusiastically sucking Steve’s cock. I was just about to crest when a loud ‘SMACK’ sounded in my ear, and a line of fire erupted across my ass. My orgasm broke over me like a Mack truck at full speed breaking through a chain link gate. My scream of euphoria was muffled by the large cock in my mouth, but the vibrations from my vocal cords resonated through the same cock that was muffling me. My mouth instantly filled with his first blast. I automatically began swallowing as I rode the waves of my orgasm.
From early in their lives, I had instilled in my sons the importance of taking care of their possessions. Maintaining things that they owned would increase their value over time as well as ensure that they continued to work and function in top performance. It took a couple harsh lessons when they were Denizli Escort younger and a couple favorite toys were broken, but now they had learned their lesson well. I was extremely grateful for that – now that I was one of their possessions.
“Hey. The sun is getting a bit intense, and I don’t want the sluts to get burned. It’s been about an hour since they have had sunscreen applied. Why don’t you guys get the sunscreen and slather them up?” Justin called out.
Have you ever had three 18- and 19-year-old guys apply lotion to you, when your arms are bound up and can’t fight them? OK, so I wasn’t going to fight it anyway, but still. Giving them free permission to rub their hands anywhere and everywhere? I had to remind them five times that it wasn’t just my tits, cunt, and ass that needed sunscreen. I swear, I had so much sunscreen rubbed onto my tits that I wouldn’t need to apply any more for the next year. OK, so I had another orgasm as they applied sunscreen inside my cunt and asshole. I tried to inform them that the sun would not be able to get inside there, but they stuck their coated-up fingers in there and thrust them in and out to spread it around anyway. I watched Beth orgasm from the same treatment as well.
I was so proud of my Masters. They were learning and growing into their role very quickly. Before you think that I am stupid enough (or that my sister is stupid enough) to believe that my sons would fall in love with me and keep me and my sister as their lifelong companions, we aren’t. Seriously, you perves. I am 18-years older than they are. My sister is 16-years older than them. I don’t care how much of a MILF fetish you have, eventually the age difference will be a problem. I fully understand that they will eventually get girlfriends their own age, get married, and settle down. I only hope that I can still be part of their sex lives. I could even imagine submitting to their wives. God, just the thought of eating the cream pie from the wife of one of my sons while he was driving my dirt road almost made me cum again.
OK. The food was ready. Beth and I were released from our positions. We still had our arms bound behind our backs. We were led over to where the guys were beginning to sit in their chairs to eat. Yeah, you can probably guess what was about to happen. As the guys ate their food, Beth and I made the rounds sucking their cocks. If we did a good job, the guy would give us a bit of food. One guy took a hotdog, it had cooled a bit, THANK GOD, and shoved it up my cunt. He fucked me with it a few times and made sure it was well coated. He then fed it to me. Another guy took a carrot stick and fucked my ass with it before pushing it into my mouth. At one point, Beth and I were beside each other. The two guys we just sucked off used a hotdog to fuck us, then fed the wiener that was inside me to Beth, and the one that was inside her to me.
By the time that they had finished eating, Beth and I had sucked them all off. They had all cum at least twice so far that afternoon, so they wanted to relax for a bit. OK, sure. This is a sex story, but even young guys need to recharge occasionally. Our arms were released from our backs. It was time for us to play naked waitress. It’s hard to fix and serve drinks with your arms bound behind your back. Beth and I were given large butt plugs to wear. We also were ordered to put on our 6-inch heels. As we were getting ready and began cleaning up from lunch, the boys all changed into their swimsuits. For the next couple of hours, the guys relaxed in and around the pool while Beth and I served them. There was lots of fondling as we gave them their drinks and took their empty glasses and bottles. They even had Beth and I fool around with each other a few times for their entertainment.
There was one time that they were all sitting on the edge of the pool with their legs dangling in the water. They had Beth and me get in the pool in front of them. I started on one end, and Beth started on the other end. It was a race to the middle. We sucked them off. Once we finished and swallowed their load, we quickly moved to the next one. Yay! I won! I was just swallowing the first spurt of my last guy when Beth finally put her lips around the cock of her last guy.
As the sun was setting, Beth and I were led back into the house. We have a large coffee table in the living room. It’s heavy and made of solid oak. Needless to say, it’s quite sturdy. I saw that there were a couple of yoga mats spread out on top of it. Beth was laid down on her back at one end. First, they bound her wrists to her ankles. That drew her knees up to her chest with her ass right at the edge of the table. Then, her legs were spread apart, and they tied ropes from her ankles to the legs of the table. That kept her legs spread apart and her cunt and ass fully accessible.
Next was my turn. I was placed on my elbows and knees with my face directly over Beth’s face. My elbows were then bound to my knees. The boys buckled wrist Denizli Escort Bayan and ankle cuffs on me, then used ropes to tie my wrists to the opposite table legs and my ankles to the table legs below them. Due to the position, they left me in, my ass was at the edge of the table, leaving my cunt and ass available for their use. I had a feeling that this was going to be a long night.
“OK. Let’s warm these sluts up.” Jason announced.
I couldn’t see what was going on behind me, but I had a good view of what was about to happen to my sister. Justin stepped up in front of her holding a leather strap. I watched as he pulled the strap over his shoulder in preparation to strike. As that was happening, I heard a particular swish behind me. I heard that sound enough to know that it wasn’t a leather strap cutting through the air. Sure enough, as Justin brought the leather strap down on Beth’s inner thigh, I felt the sting of a thin cane striking my ass. We both shrieked in pain as the blows struck home.
“Hey! We don’t need the neighbors calling the police because of your screaming. Plant your mouths together and don’t let them apart.” Justin ordered.
Well, an order from one of our Masters was not to be disobeyed. Not only did I immediately mash my lips to Beth’s, but I also proceeded to try and massage her tonsils with my tongue. What the hell? I loved my sister, and this was far from the first time that my tongue had been inside her in one way or another. Jason proceeded to give Beth 20 strokes with the strap. 10 to her thighs and 10 to her tits. I got 20 strokes from the cane to my ass and thighs. God! The pleasure/pain had a pool of cunt drool puddling on the table between my knees. Beth, the lucky slut, had a massive orgasm on her last strike. Justin had given her 6 strokes to her inner thighs, then 10 to her tits. Her last four strokes were again to her inner thighs and cunt. His last strike was a direct hit on her cunt. Her entire body went into convulsions. I felt the vibrations of her scream in my mouth and heard the muffled sounds that escaped our mouths.
Just as Beth was in the throws of her orgasm, I was shocked at the sudden unexpected agony on my cunt. My mind barely registered that Justin had delivered a direct strike with the cane on the center of my cunt, including a direct hit on my clit. A microsecond later, all thoughts evaporated from my brain as my body reacted to the stimulation. My body exploded. I had been worked up from walking around naked in front of all these young men and all their fondling. The caning of my ass just added to that. The direct strike of the cane to my clit threw me over the edge. Fireworks exploded in my brain. My body lost all control. On and on it went. I’m actually surprised that I didn’t break my bonds wit how violently my body bucked through my orgasm. I later found out that I actually squirted over 6-feet.
Well, you can pretty much guess what happened after that. Both mine and Beth’s cunt and ass were exposed for all the boys to use. God bless young men with their quick recovery and ability to get it up several times. Several times, either Beth or I, both at once a couple of times, would have our heads turned to the side to suck one of them off. We would then be ordered to kiss the other with a mouthful of cum and exchange it with each other. I can’t even begin to count the orgasms I had that evening.
We were eventually released from our bondage. That’s when things really got wild. When we were in bondage, the best we could do was have one guy in either our cunt or ass, and another in our mouth. That always led to at least one hole being unoccupied. Being released, all three holes were available. When all the guys had been thoroughly drained, Beth and I shared a shower to clean up, then went to bed. The guys were worn out, so we just snuggled in with them and fell asleep. Oh, all the other guys were not in any shape to drive, so they all found places to sleep as well.
The next morning, Beth and I did our morning wake-up service to the boys, then we went around the house and performed a wake-up service to all the other guys. Beth made pancakes, while I fried up the bacon and eggs. While the guys sat around the table eating their breakfast, Beth and I were under the table getting our morning protein shots. After breakfast was cleaned up, Beth and I were tied over the couch side-by-side for the guys to fuck us one more time before they left. Of course, Beth and I had to clean each other out (both cunt and ass) with our tongues before we were allowed to shower.
We got into a routine after that. Beth got a job doing medical billing from home. As I said earlier, I am an IT specialist that works from home. Very rarely do I need to go into the office for a meeting. When I do, the boys select my clothes for the meeting. They actually do a pretty good job of it. No panties or bra, though. It’s always a professional skirt suit with stockings and garter belt underneath. I wear professional Escort Denizli 4-inch pumps. Oh, and let’s not forget the butt plug as well. Never leave home without it. LOL.
Beth doesn’t have an office to go into, but she does need to go out occasionally. There is shopping to do, doctors appointments, dentist appointments, and errands to run. Slacks, jeans, and any type of pants are not allowed for us. We are not even allowed to wear shorts. Well, yoga pants are acceptable for when we are working out. Nope, it’s only dresses and skirts for us. No underwear – ever. Now, that’s not to say that Beth and I don’t have any underwear, we do. Sexy thongs, shelf bras, and corsets are in our closets. Those are strictly for wearing at home when our masters decide to dress us up occasionally.
So, things went well for a couple of weeks. Jason and Justin were planning another party for us, but this one would be for their female friends. We were looking forward to that. It had been a long time since I had been dominated by a group of women, and I was excited by the prospect of it happening again. I was also starting to think about introducing my sons to some of the friends that my husband and I used to hang out with from the BDSM club we used to belong to. Things were going well, until they weren’t
It was a Saturday morning. We had just finished cleaning up after breakfast when there was a pounding on the door. Beth was already on her knees in front of Justin giving him his morning ass licking. She was, of course completely naked except for her leather collar, 6-inch heels, and butt plug. The only difference between Beth’s attire and mine were that her green heels matched the faux emerald on the end of her butt plug, while my red heals matched the faux ruby on mine. Hey, we’re girls. We color coordinate our outfits. It’s a woman thing; you men wouldn’t understand.
Anyway, Beth had already started, so I went to answer the door. Note to self; talk to the boys about installing a peep hole in the front door. I had no sooner unlocked the door and turned the doorknob when I suddenly flew backwards several feet and landed on my ass.
“BETH, YOU FUCKING BITCH! I KNOW YOU ARE HERE! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! WHAT’S THIS SHIT ABOUT YOU DIVORCING ME?” I was still a bit shaken from the door suddenly flying open and propelling me backwards and knocking me down, but I recognized Andy’s voice as he stormed past me. “WHAT THE FUCK? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAKED, AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT IN YOUR ASS? OOOOOMMMMPPPPHHH.”
That last part was apparently when Jason had gotten to his feet and punched Andy in the stomach. OK, I had described my sons earlier. They are both BIG and in excellent shape. They are college football players and in phenomenal shape. Andy is about 5′ 10″ tall and rather slim. Let’s do the math here. 6’2″ at 220 pounds of solid muscle vs. 5’10” at 170 pounds of skin and bones. 18-years old that is used to being hit hard by 250-pound linebackers and defensive backs on a regular basis, vs. a 40-year-old that went to the Emergency Room when he got hit by an errant soccer ball kicked by an 8-year-old. A young man with the reflexes of an elite athlete vs. an almost middle-aged man with the reflexes of a drunkard.
By the time I came back to my senses, there was something else that didn’t make any sense at all. I was now looking at a very attractive younger blonde woman screaming obscenities and yelling things about incest, felonies, and prison time. That was weird. OK, sure. My sister and I were having sex with my sons and each other. So what? We were all consenting adults, and it was done in the privacy of our own house. She was also going on about how disgusting and perverted we were because we were obviously engaging in some rather heavy BDSM.
She was so busy screaming at me while I was still lying on the floor, that she neglected to notice Beth sneaking up behind her. That was a mistake. Beth shoved the shrew – hard – in the back. I instinctively kicked out my legs and caught her ankle. As soon as she splatted face down on the floor, Beth was on her back, pulling her arms back and snapping a set of fur lined handcuffs on her wrists. She continued to spout venom, so Justin tossed Beth a ball gag. 30-seconds later, all that was escaping her mouth were muffled intelligible grunts.
“Who the fuck is that bitch?” I asked as I picked myself up off the floor.
“That would be Melissa, Andy’s slut PA. She’s the one that Andy has been fucking around on me with.” Beth informed us.
After sitting down, I finally looked around. Jason and Justin were in the process of tying Andy’s arms and legs to a dining room chair that they had brought in. Andy’s muffled protests were explained by the ball gag that Jason had just finished putting on him.
“Look, dude, you need to stop resisting this. It’s for your own safety.” Jason informed him. “You fucking break into our house, knocking one of the women on her ass, then start screaming like a lunatic and try to assault another of the women here. Then, you take a swing at me when I try to protect her from you? Of course, I’m gonna defend myself when you attack me. This is just to keep you from doing any more stupid things that would most likely result in serious injury to yourself.”