A Sexy Submissive Mother and her Dominant Teenage Son

A Sexy Submissive Mother and her Dominant Teenage Son

This is a story of a woman who suffers the tragic loss of her husband, only to find her long-held desire to be dominated satisfied by her teenage son. Together they explore the roles of dominant and submissive, leading to pleasure through surrender that neither could have imagined.

This is a work of fiction and I have no desire to participate in incest or sex with a minor, nor do I condone it. Should you find yourself considering either please seek professional help.

As this is my first story I welcome your comments regardless of whether they are positive or negative. However if they are negative I ask you to consider two points. Firstly, this is my fantasy and if you feel it would have been better if I included this or excluded that, then you should write a story that reflects your preferences. Secondly, please be kind! There are far too many anonymous keyboard warriors, who post comments they would never convey in person, and this cowardice.

So I hope you enjoy my simple tale, and if I receive positive comments I will write another!

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I stood before the full-length mirror, carefully checking to ensure every detail was perfect before my lover arrived. My mother was Armenian and I inherited her olive complexion and jet-black hair, which was up in a high ponytail as Kyle preferred. My makeup was flawless, with mascara and glitter eye shadow framing my hazel eyes and gloss red lipstick providing the perfect pout. Large circular earrings dangled from my lobes, tiny diamantes that spelt the word SLUT glittering in the sunlight streaming through the window.

A studded leather collar was strapped around my neck, with slim chains that trailed down to the rings that pierced my nipples and clit-hood, something Kyle arranged soon after we started fucking. An indigo quarter-cup bra pushed my firm C-cup breasts upward, matched by G-string panties that framed my shaved pussy to perfection. I did a slow turn, careful not to stumble on my platform pumps with seven-inch spike heels, bending forward as I spread my cheeks to reveal the glass plug nestled tightly in my butt. I couldn’t resist a satisfied smile, knowing Kyle would love my look though he was unlikely to acknowledge it. The clock on the side table confirmed I had a few minutes so I walked downstairs, poured a glass of wine and sat on the lounge to wait, loving the decadent feeling of the thick plug pushing deeper under my modest weight.

Oh, I should mention the man fucking me in every imaginable way is my sixteen-year old son, so perhaps I should provide a little background as to how this situation unfolded.

I’m in my late-thirties and take care of my body, enjoying the way it draws admiring glances when I rock a tiny bikini at the local beach. Allan and I married in our early twenties and decided to start our family soon after, delighted to welcome the birth of our son. Complications with the delivery meant he would never have a brother or sister, something we regretted for some time. Being intelligent, career-minded people we rose the corporate ranks, enjoying the comforts of executive salaries without realizing single children have specific needs. We purchased a luxurious home, decorated it with taste and enjoyed driving prestige cars, dining out and regular overseas holidays. While we gave Kyle the love and attention we felt he needed, we overlooked a teenager developing a serious “couldn’t give a shit” attitude.

Six months ago Allan suffered a severe brain aneurysm which resulted in a massive stoke. For weeks he lay unresponsive in ICU, until I was faced with the heartbreaking decision to turn off his life-support with a final goodbye kiss. The partner I intended spending the rest of my life with was gone, and it took some time to accept I was a widow at a young age. Allan was everything I wanted, apart from in the bedroom. Sure, he was a considerate, attentive lover who went out of his away to ensure I was satisfied, but my needs had changed. In corporate life I was a senior executive responsible for over one thousand employees, but in the privacy of my home I wanted a lover who would take charge, do whatever he wanted and use me for his pleasure. We discussed this several times and he certainly tried, but it wasn’t in his nature to be the dominant partner I increasingly craved.

Once I had given myself time to grieve, I took the first hesitant steps to rebuild my life. Thankfully, we both had substantial insurance policies so there were no financial concerns, and I enjoyed my career and couldn’t imagine taking a step back. But I had time on my hands, slept in an empty bed, and the prospect of trawling through dating sites seemed pointless as most eligible men would lose interest as soon as I mentioned my teenage son. It seemed fate had tied my hands, or had it?

Initially I didn’t realize I was looking at Kyle differently, but certainly not in a sexual way. I found myself attracted to his attitude despite the off-hand and sometimes rude way he spoke to me. I made a point of spending time with him and at times he was pleasant company, others would see him ignore me and pay more attention to his cell or disappear into his room. As time passed, I found myself admiring him physically and, while I have a mother’s bias, he was an attractive young man. Tall with a handsomely masculine face, broad-shouldered and sporting a chiseled six-pack from school football.

Around two months ago I realized I was thinking of him sexually, looking beyond his casual rugged appearance and the persona that went with it. I started fantasizing about taking him as a lover, masturbating in the privacy of my bedroom as I envisaged his proud cock fucking me. My fantasies grew darker, imaging him taking me anally, tying me up and whipping me, and satisfying my desire to be dominated.

I began dressing provocatively, wearing short skirts and skimpy tops with no bra, hoping he’d sneak a surreptitious glance. I caught the occasional peek but nothing more, so I took every opportunity to brush against him or make a show of getting something from a high cupboard so my skirt would ride up, but my efforts were futile.

I checked his computer browser and knew he regularly visited porn sites, and with my level of frustration building decided to throw caution to the winds with a more direct approach. It was a Friday night and he’d gone to his room as usual, so I crept down the hall to see flickering light under the door. With no TV in his room this had to be his computer, so I went to my room and tore my clothes off, praying he was watching porn and not some harmless Youtube video. I slipped into a backless halter mini-dress with a plunging neckline, strapped on a pair of killer heels and strode back to his door. With trembling hands I opened the door to find him naked on his bed, watching porn while stroking his impressively thick, seven-inch cock.

I’m not sure what reaction I expected to my rude interruption, perhaps embarrassment or a mortified response to being caught, but what I received was blazing teenage anger.

“What the fuck Mom! You don’t get you should knock before you just barge in?” To my amazement he kept stroking his shaft and made no attempt to hide his screen or mute the sound. “Are you fucking bored or something? Did you figure you’d just walk in and watch me jack-off?”

His eyes locked on mine, his lips forming a sneer of derision as he waited for me to reply or leave, clearly not caring which. I had one chance to bring this back on track so I tried to mimic his sneer as I replied. “I’m just trying to figure out if you’re blind or just plain stupid. You keep disappearing into your room and there’s no surprise why, while I’ve been dressing in sexy clothes and giving you signals that I’m interested. But it seems you’d rather watch porn and jerk off when you could have the real thing? Seems like a dumb choice to me!”



His sneer was replaced by a look of confusion and I hoped I was back in control, the question was where this would go next? “Wha….what are you saying Mom? I mean, I noticed you were dressing different and……are you saying you’ve been trying to seduce me?”

I stood my ground and smiled. “So you’re not totally stupid, thank God for that! I was starting to believe you weren’t as intelligent as I thought. Of course I’ve been trying to seduce you, there’s no one else here!”

The on-screen action was finally ignored and his cock was shrinking so I walked over, put the computer on the side table, unwrapped his slick fingers and replaced them with mine. “Hmmm, it seems you’re losing interest, perhaps I can help.” Before he could regain control, I crouched down and took his semi-soft cock between my lips, caressing his oozing glans with my tongue as my hand started stroking. Finally I had him where I wanted, and I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity.

“What the fuck?” He gasped. “Jesus Mom, you’re sucking my cock!”

I released my lip-lock to give a smoldering smile. “And you get an A for stating the obvious honey.” I teased, before resuming my incestuous work.

His cock was magnificent, growing longer and harder between my moist lips until I was sure he was not only a good inch longer than Allan’s satisfying organ, but thicker as well. I was euphoric, my eyes closed in sexual bliss as I sucked and stroked his wonderful flesh until I felt his glans nudge the entrance to my throat. Deep throat was something I mastered years ago so his now-firm length gave me no concerns, I merely took a deep breath, relaxed my muscles and took him into my throat until my lips brushed his heavy balls.

“Fuck, FUCKING JESUS!” He cried out. “Oh yeah, fuck yeah, suck it Mom! You keep sucking me like this and I’m gonna pump my wad straight down your throat!”

I paused for a second and looked up to see burning lust in his gaze, so I closed my eyes again and moaned around his shaft. “Hmmmmmmm!!” I resumed stroking, sucking and licking, increasing the tempo as I sought to bring him to the shuddering climax I craved so desperately. I wanted his scalding seed spraying into my mouth and deep into my throat. The house could have been burning down and I wouldn’t have missed a beat, nothing was going to stand between me and a bellyful of sweet teenage cum.

His hips started thrusting, driving his proud cock deeper into my throat and filling the room with slippery sounds. “Fucking hell! Gonna cum so hard Mom!”

I didn’t know if he was trying to warn me or was lost in the moment, but when I sensed his cock twitch I deep-throated him until my lips were locked around his root. “CUMMIIINNNNGGGGG!!!” He bellowed, so I grabbed his butt-cheeks and pulled him deeper, feeling his thick cum spray forcefully into my throat and burn its way down. Again and again he came, one strong rope after another pumping deep as his hands gripped my head, holding me in place while I drained his copious load.

I savored every viscous drop, maintaining my oral embrace until the final stuttering spurts signaled he had finished. I lifted my head slowly, teasing every inch of flesh as my lips carefully cleaned his still-firm shaft until he slipped free. When his eyes finally blinked open, I licked my lips sensuously and gave him a loving smile. “Very tasty honey, and I love how much cum you pumped into my throat. That was quite a load!”

I stood and stretched, smiling down as he breathed heavily while still looking totally confused. “I feel like a drink. If you enjoyed that, come down and we’ll talk about other things I can do for you. Or you could always go back to watching porn and jerking off, your choice.”

“Shit Mom, that was amazing!” He groaned. “I’ll be down, just…..give me a few minutes, ok?”

“Sure honey. Like I said, your choice.” I turned and walked out, exaggerating the sway of my hips like a catwalk model as I left.

He walked in a few minutes later, uncapping a bottle of juice to gulp it straight from the bottle before he sat opposite. “What the fuck’s gotten into you Mom? Are you taking some kind of female Viagra or something? I mean…..you just gave me a blow-job!”



I was still coming down from my euphoric state and smiled easily. “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it? I’ve been told I give great head.”

He shook his head vehemently. “It was awesome, so fucking good, but….you’re my Mom!”

I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his. “If you got a hang-up about that maybe you’d better get over it. That is, if you want more.”

“More? Who wouldn’t want more of that? So how about you tell me what’s really going on here, because I have no fucking clue!” I suppressed the urge to grin knowing he was struggling to come to terms with the change in family dynamic. I took a sip of wine to steady my nerves, knowing how important my next words would be.

“It’s not that complicated really. Losing your father was terrible and I miss him every day, but I’m still young and I have needs. I can’t be a moping widow forever and Allan would want me to get on with my life. I thought about dating and singles websites, but you hear so many negative stories I didn’t feel comfortable trying. Plus, and I don’t want you feel guilty about this because it’s not your fault, most men looking for a new relationship don’t want someone else’s kid as part of the deal.”

He looked thoughtful as he considered that. “Yeah, I can see how that could be difficult, particularly with me around. But you’ve got your work and friends, is it really that difficult or are you just making excuses?”

“As far as work goes, I keep my private and professional lives separate because I’ve seen too many office relationships end badly, and normally one or both people have to leave. I love my career and I’ve worked hard to get to where I am, so I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize that. With friends, how lame would be if I start going round asking “Hey, do know any nice single men?” To me that’s pretty desperate.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, that would be pretty lame. So, you said there are other things you could do for me? You wanna expand on that? What did you have in mind?”

I swallowed nervously as this was where I went out on a limb without a safety net. “Well, you’re not seeing anyone at the moment? I mean, you and Jenny seemed pretty close a few months back, but I haven’t seen her for a while.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Didn’t work out. She reckoned I had a shit attitude.”



I couldn’t resist a knowing smile. “She could be right honey, you can be a bit arrogant sometimes. To answer your question, I’m not ready for a relationship but I enjoy great sex. But I don’t want to pick up some guy in a bar for an occasional quick fuck or blow job, I want something……deeper than that.”

I blushed and my pulse was racing so I paused to take a longer sip.

“Deeper? You’re talking in riddles and not making sense. You say you don’t want a relationship, but you don’t just want sex either?”

“You have no idea how difficult this is honey. What I want is…..a man who takes charge when it comes to sex. A man who will take what he wants whenever he’s in the mood. I’m responsible for over a thousand employees and make critical decisions every day, when I’m home I want someone else to be the boss and tell me what to do so I can just relax and enjoy it.”

“So you’re……what do they call it? A submissive or something? Sheeeit! And you want me to be that guy? Is that what you’re saying?”

I leaned across the table and took his hand, noting for once he didn’t pull away. “Yes, I’m a submissive and you can do anything you want honey, and I do mean anything. Any fantasy you’ve ever had, anything you’ve seen in a porn movie, I don’t care what it is. Don’t ask me if I want to do something or if what you’re doing is ok, just go for it.”

The familiar sneer reappeared and he pulled his hand away to sit back. “Yeah? Sorry Mom, I’ll call bullshit on that all night. You’ve got no idea what gets me off and I’ll bet you’d run a mile the first time I tried something…..unconventional.”

I smiled easily though my nerves were jumping off the charts. “It’s true I have no idea what your tastes are, but you don’t know about mine either.” What I didn’t say was, at his age he’d had sex and experimented with some basic things, but he wasn’t old enough to develop significant experience. “How about you tell me something you’d like to try, and I’ll tell you if I’m ok with that?”

He considered that for a moment until a salacious grin spread across his face. “Fine. I’ve always wanted to try anal sex, so I wanna fuck your tight little butt and blow a huge load deep in your ass. What do you say to that?” He sat back thinking he’d scored a touchdown, a look of triumph on his face.

I leaned forward and gave him a sexy smile. “What I’d say is, give me ten minutes to have a quick shower and grab some lube.”

His satisfied smirk disappeared as his jaw dropped in disbelief. “Are you serious? You’d…..actually let me fuck your ass?”

To reinforce the point I pushed my chair back and stood. “So am I going for a shower, or are you all show and no go?”

His grin returned and I started to realize he was a fast learner. “Oh, you’re going for a shower, but you might need a little longer. You can shave your cunt while you’re at it. If you seriously wanna be my fuck-toy, the pubes have gotta go.”

I was already loving the way he was thinking and smiled back. “Done, I’ll be back before you know it. Why don’t you watch some porn on the TV? If you’re going to fuck my ass, your cock needs to be really hard.”

I flew upstairs and rummaged through my drawer of sex toys, found my trusty bottle of lube and hurried into the bathroom. I stripped off and turned the taps on, immersing myself under the soothing spray before washing thoroughly. Stepping to the side I soaped my thin strip of pubic hair, took my razor and started shaving it off. It was difficult as my hands were trembling at the prospect of an incestuous ass fucking, and I could feel precum oozing down my thighs. I managed to complete my task, running my fingers across my freshly shaved skin to ensure I hadn’t missed a tiny tuft.



Satisfied, I uncapped the lube, poured a thick bead into my hand and started massaging my puckered butt. I slid one finger inside and then another, taking care not to scratch my clenching muscles with my nails as I thoroughly lubed my tight passage. I repeated this several times, knowing preparation was the key to enjoyable anal play, until I was confident I was squeaky-clean.

A final rinse and I toweled dry and slipped into my robe. I was halfway out the door before I remembered the lube, taking the bottle and heading down to find Kyle stroking his cock while he watched porn on our hundred-inch TV. The picture was amazing in Ultra HD and I doubted his little laptop would get much action in future.

I stood there waiting for him to tell me what to do, but he ignored me so I sat on the couch beside him. I’d missed the start so I wasn’t sure who the characters were supposed to be, not that adult movies have much of a plot, but a middle-aged man was busy pussy-fucking a woman around his own age, while a much younger man, perhaps his son, was driving an impressive piece of cock-meat into her clenching butt. She was obviously enjoying the attention, enthusiastically pleading with them to fuck her harder.

Kyle grinned across at me. “Maybe I should bring a friend home and give you a DP. One thick cock in your cunt and another deep in your ass.”

I grinned back. “Make it two friends honey; the other can fuck my face.”

“Shit, you really are a crazy cunt Mom. I never knew you were into this stuff!”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me son, but I get the feeling you’ll catch on fast.”

He turned to give me a lascivious smile that would become increasingly familiar. “Get busy lubing my cock, slut. There’s a dirty little butt I can’t wait to fuck!”

I uncapped the lube and poured another thick bead into my hand before spreading it over his ready cock. I should have been ashamed for using my son this way, but in truth I couldn’t care less. What I craved more than anything was to feel his bulbous head driving deep inside my most private place. My parents were quite conservative, so there was no way I could have gone on the pill when I discovered the joys of sex in my mid-teens. I soon learned anal sex was a great way to keep a boy interested without falling pregnant and besides, good girls didn’t do anal but I never aspired to be a good girl, bad girls got the guys!

Satisfied I had thoroughly lubed his cock, Kyle stood and led me over to the breakfast bar, pushing me forward until I was bent over at the waist. “Pull you cheeks open bitch. I want to see what I’m aiming at.”

I shivered and did as I was told, my body-heat spiking as I imagined how my puckered brown opening would look with its glistening smear of lube. I felt his slick head brush my ring, closing my eyes in blissful anticipation as I breathed deeply, willing my muscles to relax for the coming penetration. He gripped my waist firmly, pinching my flesh as he pushed forward until my hands clenched as his glans forced a pathway inside.

“Oh my God, your cock is huge!” I gasped.

“Too big for you slut?” He chuckled. “Too bad, I’m not backing out now.”

“Just…..go slow until I stretch a little….please?” I begged.

I should have known my plea would be ignored as he pushed forward again, using firm fucking strokes as he worked against the resistance of my protesting muscles.

“Jesus fucking Christ, that’s one tight little butt, but it’ll loosen up soon enough!” He acknowledged, fucking me with lust-fueled determination.

I did the only thing I could and willed my body to relax, working on my breathing and unclenching my hands as he sodomized me. He pulled back a little and paused for a moment, before I felt a cool sensation from more lube dribbling over his cock. My body finally accepted the futility of resistance and opened, allowing more of his steel-hard cock to penetrate me until his balls slapped softly against my dribbling cunt. Success at last and I was in heaven! A thousand sensations overwhelmed me, the feel of his thick cock stretching every fiber coupled with the mind-fuck of knowing my son was deep inside a place few had been.

“Yes, oh God YES!” I cried in delight. “You feel so good baby, so fucking good. Fuck me….fuck my dirty little butt and make me your bitch!”

He laughed so hard I could feel the vibrations through his cock as he settled into a deeper rhythmic fucking. “Oh, I’m gonna make you my bitch, the only question is whether you can handle it.”

Every thrust became easier as my body surrendered and I enjoyed every decadent second. My body was his for the taking and he seemed completely comfortable taking charge. This was what I had longed for, and I wondered what other delicious surprises would come over the weekend and beyond. One thing was sure, this was a great start!

“Fuck that ass honey.” I encouraged. “Fuck it hard and deep all night. I love it so much, feeling your beautiful cock stretching my tight butt!”

“You’re just a dirty cock-whore aren’t you? A sick little slut who can’t get enough cock!”

“Yes!” I shrieked. “I’m a filthy cock-whore, a total slut desperate to have your cock in all my holes. You can fuck my ass, my cunt and my face anytime you want baby. I’ll never get enough of this!”

I gave myself totally to the pure delight of indulgence, savoring every grinding thrust and feeling as if I was the filthiest whore on the planet. There was nothing better than this and I was going to enjoy every moment.

My blissful reverie continued for several minutes until it was interrupted by his simultaneous cry of “CUMMINGGGGG!!!!” and feeling his cock swell as the first powerful stream pumped deep into my clenching butt. His gushing cum sent me over the edge as I came again and again, my body shuddering as slick cum oozed from my sphincter and trailed down to my quivering pussy. A hedonistic scent teased my flared nostrils until finally, we were spent.

He stood motionless, I could sense the tension ebb from his body as his cock shrank, sliding ever-so-slowly back until the pressure of his load pushed him free. I lay there for a while, enjoying the warm bliss fade until suddenly he grabbed a handful of my hair, dragged me off the breakfast bar and pushed me to my knees.

I opened my eyes expecting to see him clutching a torn tuft of hair, but he just grinned down at me. “You’ve made a fucking mess of my cock, bitch. Clean it up, with your mouth!”

Shit! Ass to mouth? That was one of the few things I’d never done nor did I have any desire to, but in the back of my mind this annoying, strident voice lectured me. “You wanted this. You wanted him to take charge and now he has, so you have to do what he says!”

I managed a smile and prayed it was half-convincing, thankful I had been particular about cleaning myself in the shower. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth as he thrust his hips forward, forcing his soiled, spent cock past my lips. My initial attempt was hesitant to the point I expected him to grab the back of my head and pull me deeper, but the taste wasn’t too bad and my reservations subsided. Feeling bolder, I started bathing his glans with my tongue, relaxing while telling myself it was all in my head and I needed to accept this was what I had asked for. As I cleaned him the earthy taste diminished and I took his full length in my mouth, his balls pressed against my chin as my enthusiasm grew and I sucked and licked harder. Finally he pulled back, gasping. “Fuck, you are full of surprises bitch. I figured there was no way you’d do that, or puke all over me if you tried!”

I grinned up at him, holding out my hand so he could help me up. “Maybe you’ll start believing me honey. I said you could do anything you wanted, and I meant it!”

He slid a firm hand behind my head and leaned down to kiss me, our tongues embracing to celebrate our decadent behavior. “You’re pretty fucking hot Mom.” He complimented after breaking our kiss. “I’m really looking forward to this weekend, you’ll be lucky if you can walk on Monday!”

We turned off the lights and headed upstairs and while part of me was disappointed he showed no interest in sharing my bed, that wasn’t what I really wanted. If he was comfortable sleeping alone that was fine, as long as kept fucking me the way he just had.

I slid between the sheets, laughing as I realized I was grinning in indulgent satisfaction. My final thought was ass to mouth? Box ticked, and it wasn’t that bad!

I slept better than I had in months and woke with the sun streaming through the windows. I stood and stretched, opening the window to allow the gentle spring breeze to waft through the room. On a whim I picked up my phone and scrolled through my playlist, picking a collection of rock tracks and dancing to the heavy beat. I went into the bathroom and enjoyed a long, hot shower, unable to resist the temptation of sliding two fingers into my pussy and bringing myself to a pleasant climax. I toweled dry, brushed my hair and applied make up to ensure I looked my best, before considering what to wear. Would Kyle prefer to see me naked or wearing something skimpy?

I rummaged through the closet with no clue what I was looking for, until I found an old cotton spaghetti-strap top. I slid it over my head and thought my braless boobs looked good but it still needed something, so I folded the hem up until a teasing glimpse of my tits were visible. Careful not to lose the fold I slid it over my head and rummaged through my drawers until I found a pair of sharp scissors. With it dramatically shortened-up I put it on again, grinning to see it should be slutty enough to get Kyle’s attention. I considered a pair of cut-off denim shorts and they looked great, but they were a pain to put on and take off so they went back in the drawer. Finally I settled on sexy G-string panties, slipped on a pair of heels and took my blaring cell downstairs.

Kyle was normally a late-riser on weekends, so I brewed a coffee and went into my office to check my emails and clear a few work tasks. Since Covid hit I’d been working from home unless there was a reason to go into the office. The upside was I didn’t have the forty-minute commute each way, the downside was a blurred separation between home and work that sometimes saw me on the computer until late. If last night was anything to go by, my time-management skills were going to be challenged from now on!

I made steady progress and lost track of time until my playlist reached the end, and I realized nearly two hours had passed. I was about to check on Kyle when he walked in and gave me a sheepish smile. “Dunno why, but I slept really well last night. Any chance of breakfast, I’ve got a serious appetite!”

Well, that was a welcome change, as normally he’d walk in complaining breakfast wasn’t on the table. I pushed my chair back and stood, enjoying his attentive look at my immodest clothing. “Come on then, I was just thinking I should wake you before breakfast becomes lunch.”

We walked into the kitchen and soon had eggs, sausages and hash browns sizzling away.