Training Mom
Part-2-of-7
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I knew that it was really my dad fucking my Mom, but it still felt like I was the one in there making her cum over and over again. It felt like I was the one calling her all sorts of dirty names and slamming my cock into her as fast and as hard as I could. I almost started believing that I was the one grunting in pleasure as she fucked herself on my thickness.
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In fact, the dream I had about my mother and myself felt so real that it pushed me over the edge and to an orgasm. The continued stroking had brought me to the edge, but the images in my mind and the sounds coming from their bedroom was the final push I needed to fall into delightful, sexual oblivion. I was unable to stop the loud moan of pleasure that escaped my slightly parted lips. Once again, thick, copious streams of creamy come flowed from the end of my pulsating cock.
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As I leaned against the wall and tried to regain my strength, I realized that things had gotten awfully quiet in their room. My eyes widened in shock as I realized that they must have heard me. My legs were weak from my orgasm, but I struggled valiantly to make my way to the bathroom. I had barely sat down on the toilet before I heard a knock at my bedroom door.
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"Jimmy, are you in there?" Mom's voice called softly through the closed door.
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I swallowed nervously and considered just ignoring her. But I knew that wouldn't work because she's not the type of person to walk away when she gets ignored. She'd just stay there and would keep calling out to me until I answered the door. So, I cleared my throat nervously and tried to answer her.
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"I-I'm in the bathroom, Mom. What's up?"
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"Come out here. I need to talk to you."
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"Uh, I'd love to, Mom, but I'm not wearing any clothes." I replied, feeling my heart pounding hard in my chest.
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"Get out here right now, young man!" she growled. "I mean it!"
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Well, that it's, then. She knew I'd been listening and she was pissed. I'd been hoping that she'd want to talk calmly about this. But my reluctance to come out of the bathroom must have pushed her over the edge. I swallowed nervously once again and slowly walked to the door. I didn't want to open the door because my cock was still fully hard, but I knew better than to disobey her when she was this angry.
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So, staring at my feet, I slid the door open and walked across the room to stand before her. I heard a small gasp and looked up quickly. What I saw completely blew me away. My Mom was staring at my hard cock with lust in her eyes. As I stood there looking at her, her small, pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips and her right hand gently brushed the side of her firm breast.
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I could hardly believe what I was seeing. my own mother was turned on by looking at my body. Maybe it was because she'd just had sex and her body was still recovering from being highly aroused. I nodded to myself as this thought entered my mind and I felt my heartbeat return to a semi-normal pace. Noticing that Mom was still staring, enthralled by my throbbing cock, I softly cleared my throat to get her attention.
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"Yes. Um. We, um, need to talk, Jimmy," she stuttered, tearing her eyes away from my hard cock and up to my eyes. "I know that you were listening to your father and me having sex a few minutes ago. That was very wrong of you, son. You shouldn't be listening to other people having sex."
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"Yes, Mom. I know, but..." I replied, but she kept talking as if she hadn't heard me.
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"Its beyond rude, Jimmy, its deviant behavior that we just can’t and won't stand for. Your father and I have reputations that could be seriously damaged if anyone else found out what you were just doing. Our reputations are one of the most important requirements for us to adequately perform our duties at the hospital. Do you understand, son?"
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"Yes, Mom. I'm very sorry and it'll never happen again. I promise." I said, lowering my eyes to the floor once again.
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"I know, baby." She replied, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Your father is highly upset by this. If he hears that you've done it again, he'll be the one talking to you. And you know what that means."
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I swallowed a nervously when I heard these words. My father wasn't much of a talker when it came to discipline. If he'd be doing the ‘talking’ next time, I'd be in for a rough time. His ‘talking’ would amount to him literally kicking my ass from one end of the house to the other.
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My dad didn't get angry often, but when he did he was a force to be reckoned with. His semi-religious aunt and uncle, who believed that a physical confrontation was the best way to teach morality, had raised him. Yet, interestingly enough, they didn't see anything wrong with fucking like rabbits every single day of their lives. Go figure.
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As I looked up at my Mom, I saw that she was smiling. She knew, just by the look in my eyes that she'd gotten her point across. She ruffled my hair playfully and told me to get dressed. I nodded and she turned to leave the room. I began picking up my clothes, but hesitated slightly when I noticed her gazing at me once again. I looked in the mirror and could see the lust burning behind her beautiful brown eyes.
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She must have realized that I was watching her because her eyes darted to the mirror and locked on mine. The Moment they met, it was as if all of my resistances had fallen away. I dropped my clothes and walked quickly toward her. I knew what I wanted to do now. I had to show her that I wanted her right now.
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She looked like a deer frozen in the headlights of an oncoming automobile, as I grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the bedroom door. Pressing my body fully against hers, I leaned forward to lock my lips against her soft, pink ones. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my pulsating cock and it was amazing just how good it felt.
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But, just as my lips touched hers, she turned her face to the side. Her heart was beating hard against my chest and her mouth worked soundlessly as she tried to talk. I kept my mouth close to hers because I knew it would arouse her even more. I knew what she was going to say and I even agreed with her. But my mind was offline and my body was in control and for the moment.
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"J-Jim-my. W-we c-can't do this. What about y-your f-father?"
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"Shut up. You know you want this. I saw the way you were looking at me, Mom. You're dad's bitch. Right? Well, not anymore. Understood? I want you and I will have you. One way or another, mother I'm going to have you."
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"Oh, gawd. You heard that, Jimmy? Oh, gawd. How can you say this? I'm your mother. You shouldn't be saying things like that to me."
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When I felt her unconsciously grinding her pussy against my cock as she spoke, it only made me more confident in what I was doing to her. I knew, without a doubt, that she wanted to be taken by her own son. She was just as deviant as she claimed that I was and no amount of arguing would convince me otherwise. So, with that in mind, I grabbed her hair tightly and pressed my cock even harder against her pussy. Her almost inaudible moan of pleasure was music to my ears.
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"Yes, I heard that moan, bitch. I can say this because I know you want and need to be owned by a strong man. If what I'm doing is as wrong as you claim, then why are you grinding your pussy against my cock? Why'd you just moan when I pressed harder against your horny little pussy? Why, mother?"
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"Oh, gawd, Jimmy. I don't know. It feels so wrong, but gawd it feels good. I know I shouldn't, but I love what you're doing to me. You're right, baby. I do need and want to be owned by a strong man. I thought your father would be enough to satisfy my needs. Jimmy, but I was wrong. You're the strong man I need. Does that make me a bad person?" she whimpered, as her body quivered with need.
"Yes, it makes you a bad person. But don't let that bother you, mother. I love that you're a bad person. I'm going to make you love your deviance as much as I do." I replied, as I stepped back and threw her onto my bed. "When I'm through with you, you'll be proud to call yourself my bitch. But I'm not going to be making you my bitch just yet. I don't know enough about what you and dad are into to be a good master for you. Is that the right word? Master? Until then, you'll remain at my father's side like a good wife and slut. Understood?"
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"Y-yes, Jimmy. I understand. But are you sure you don't want to feel my mouth on your hard cock? I can see how much it needs to be sucked right now. I'm really good at it, Jimmy. I promise. And master is the right word for it, by the way."
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"No, bitch. You're not going to suck my cock today, perhaps soon, but not just yet. I'll tell you when you're going to serve me. Now, get your ass out of my room before dad gets suspicious."
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She nodded silently and rose gracefully to her feet. My nostrils flared slightly as I detected the scent of her overheated pussy. She straightened her robe and started to give her pussy a squeeze. But, after looking at me, she dropped her hand to her side and left the room without another word or another backward glance.
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The events of that day happened more than 3-years ago. I can't tell you how hard it was to keep from fucking my mother while she was still married to my father. But, even though I'd stopped caring about committing incest, I had no intentions of having sex with a married woman.
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Besides, if dad had found out, we wouldn't have gotten anything in the settlement and we'd probably be in jail right now. I know it's wrong, but the moment I found out the divorce was finalized, I silently thanked the hands of fate. Now I could do whatever I chose with her and I'm sure she realized this too. Actually I know she realized it because when she told me about the divorce, she winked at me and licked her lips in a most sexual way.
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But I still wouldn't allow anything to happen between us. I knew that dad would have told someone to keep an eye on Mom for the first few months of the divorce. He'd want to make sure that she hadn't also been cheating on him while they'd been married. I know it seems stupid, but my dad would assume that if she had any boyfriends in those first few months, those men would be the ones she'd cheated on him with.
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So, while I waited for the right moment, I did a lot of research online. I read as much as I could on the subject of domination and submission because I wanted to be the best possible master my Mom had ever had. I had no idea of how much information there'd be on this subject. The sheer volume of information that I found, both from reading websites and from talking with other people involved in this lifestyle, was enough to make my head spin. But, I figured, the more knowledgeable I became on this subject, the better I'd be when it came to dominating my mother.
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Of course, I couldn't devote as much time to learning about this new lifestyle as I wanted to. Things like school, going to the gym, and doing homework kept getting in my way. Having to wade through all of the websites that don't really have a clue about domination and submission was also time-consuming, but it was necessary to go through them if I really wanted to know all that I could.
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But, now that I've graduated from high school, the time for her to become mine is fast approaching. Dad had finally stopped checking up on Mom's activities. He had a new girlfriend and, between his work at the hospital and his devotion to her, he had no time to worry about what Mom was doing.
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We'd hoped that he wouldn't be able to get in touch with us, but someone in the family had given him our phone number. So I had to put up with weekly phone calls from him and he kept asking me to move in with him and Tiffany. As it turned out, Tiffany happened to be the woman that had her jaw broken by my Mom.
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I told them both that I had no intentions of ever moving away from my new home. I also told them that Mom needed all the help she could get to keep the farm running smoothly. After explaining this to them several times, they finally gave up and wished us good luck.
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There was just one thing left to do before I took the last step into …
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To be continued…
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