Making my Mom my Slave Part 2

This is a continuation of the “Playing Dare with Sis” and “Training my Sister Kayleigh” Stories. While I suppose this story can be a stand alone, character development as well as certain terminology will definitely be better understood if the previous series are read first. Eventually both stories will loop together as well.

This spin off will revolve around David, who now shifts his focus on coercing his sweet but sexy Mom, Kendra, to become his sex slave in a similar manner to what he did to his Sister Kayleigh. Each sequel after Part 1 will also provide a narration of what is going on in Kendra’s mind as the process unfolds.

DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18.

DISCLAIMER #2: Themes of this story revolve largely around humiliation, sex slavery, and voyeurism. If you are not interested in these themes, please do not read. Of course, in real life much of what is portrayed in this story is despicable, and should not be tolerated under any circumstance. Hence, why this is a story of fantasy, and should not be taken seriously.

DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain “comic book” style. Again keep in mind that this is a work of fantasy and not everything will be fully realistic.

Enjoy! Please leave comments on what you want to see next as much of the following chapter is a work in progress. Cheers

Part 2:

Kendra’s Narration:

I couldn’t believe what I let happen last night. I buried myself under my blanket. I didn’t want to face the day. How could I be so irresponsible?

Was it the alcohol? Was I really that drunk? I only had 2 or 3 glasses of wine!

I relived the events of last night in shock, almost trembling as I thought about what I let happen. As soon as I picked David up from his friend’s house I noticed something different about him. David has always been such a sweet boy. Sweet, but very shy and noticeable awkward, and this is coming from his own mom.

As soon as I picked him up I noticed that he had a different aura about him. He seemed oddly confident. Still quiet, but confident and honestly, kind of charming. He sweet talked me on the way home. This was new for him, but I thought it was cute and he just missed his mom after a couple of weeks apart.

Anyways, we got home and initially went our separate ways. It started off innocent enough, I felt tired from my long drive home but otherwise ok. I was unpacking my suitcases when David brought me a glass of wine and urged me to go relax in the bath tub.

Man, something about that wine and bath really hit me. I can usually handle my liquor but it seemed like half way through that first glass I turned into a different person. I was just so relaxed, I felt so loose. I felt as if nothing could go wrong in the world and that no matter what I did. I was truly disinhibited.

Feeling more relaxed than I had in ages, I got out of the bath. David had hung a robe on my bathroom door for me to wear. This was no ordinary robe, and come to think of it that should have been my first sign that something was wrong. This was a small lingerie style pink satin robe that barely fell beneath my ass. Up top it revealed a generous amount of cleavage even if I tied it tight.

It was sexy robe that I used to wear around the house for my husband. That is until David went through puberty and I saw him sneaking pictures of me in it. His dad even caught him looking at me with a hard on. Of course, I couldn’t blame him. I blamed myself, and decided to stash the robe deep in my closet ever since.

Urgh, why was I such a disinhibited idiot last night. I honestly thought nothing of David picking this robe out for me. A part of me even thought it would be fun to prance around in the tiny piece of fabric. You know, to feel like a sexy woman again after all of the grieving and service we’ve done recently taking care of my husband’s sick mother.

Like a fool I pranced downstairs wearing a skimpy lingerie robe. From the moment I came downstairs I could see David’s eyes. A part of me knew that he was looking at me a way no son should look at his mother. But a larger part of me chose to ignore it.

Apart from ogling my cleavage, he greeted me with a full glass of wine and ushered me to sit down. I could see his eyes scanning my legs up and down. I noticed it, but did nothing to stop it. Oh god, did I encourage this? Nothing was making sense to me now as I was trying to remember who I was last night.

It wasn’t long before David got out a very fancy looking camera. He must have just gotten it. He started snapping pics of me. Again this relaxed, complacent idiotic version of myself saw nothing wrong with my teenage son taking pictures of me in a skimpy robe. He even reminded me of my short underwear modelling phase in college.

That was a soft spot for me. I had always wondered how far I could have gotten in my modelling career if I really had went for it. I met my husband, and of course because of his rich and conservative parents, he essentially put an end to my modelling career. I’ve loved him throughout our marriage, but this had always been something that I held some resentment towards him for.

Anyways, here was my teenaged son, now urging his mom to be his lingerie model. Like a sucker, I followed his every cue. It wasn’t long until I was actually having fun, picturing myself posing like I did many years ago.

I almost gagged as relived each pose that David had me do. Did I really flash my thong clad ass to him? I was having so much fun, how could I not realize what I was doing. I didn’t even want to think about what came next. David had me undo my robe so he could get a full cleavage shot. I convinced myself that this was nothing different from what my photographers had asked for back in the day. But Kendra you idiot, David is your son not a photographer and you are no model now.