Making my Mom my Slave Part 4

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

Kendra’s Narration:

I washed some warm water on my face, trying to wash away the dried tears and cum around my eyes and face. I scrubbed my tits with a towel to get the dried cum off. I knew I didn’t have enough time to shower. David told me to be down in 15 minutes flat, and I knew I only had about 10 left. I knew the type of punishment that would come my way if I was late.

I quickly applied some eyeliner and lipstick as he told me to “look presentable”. I made my way downstairs, completely naked of course. My mind was in a haze. I had been traumatized physically, emotionally and mentally by my son for the past day.

Despite this my body had betrayed me, he made me orgasm at least twice just so far today. This was something that I hadn’t experienced since before I met my husband. I felt so guilty about the way my body reacted to this sexual torment. It killed me to think that a part of my mammalian brain was enjoying this.

“Ah make up, good touch slut.” He sneered as he patted his lap.

My stomach twisted into a not as I walked up to him. I was so deeply terrified of my son. I sat my naked ass onto his lap. I felt his hands sneak up my stomach and grab my tits.

“You’re doing a good job slut.” He spoke softly “Keep this up, and we’re not going to have any problems.”

I felt reassured by this. He was so unpredictable. He would go from nearly choking the life out of me while fucking me one minute, to caressing my body and whispering in my ear the next. I really had no idea what was coming next.

I jumped as I heard the doorbell ring. Oh no, who the fuck could this be. I shuddered at the thought of a friend or relative visiting unannounced. Would David put this agreement on hold temporarily?

“Go get the door slut.”

I almost started to shake

“Master, can I put on a robe?”

“Haha, of course not slave. Remember, you’re nothing but a sex slut now. You have nothing to be ashamed of, embrace your naked body.” He reassured as he nudged me off of his lap and onto my feet and gave my ass a smack as he gestured me towards the door.

Oh god. My body was trembling as I walked towards the door. The doorbell rang again a couple of times.

“If you let that doorbell ring again you’re going to be punished.” David yelled

I scampered to the door and put my hand on the knob. My face was flushed and I felt like I was going to vomit. I had no time to look through the hole to see who it was. I knew it would make no difference. I knew that if this was a relative or close friend that my life would be ruined. I took one final breath and opened the door wide.

To my instant relief, and terror, it was a stranger. He hurried in and closed the door behind him. He had a luggage case full and dropped it on the ground beside me.

He eyed me up and down before sneering “My my, what do we have here.”

I wanted to vomit looking at him. He was about 6 feet tall but rail thin, almost emaciated looking. He had whisps of hair, and big eyes that almost seemed to be popping out of his head. He had hollow cheek bones and bags under his eyes. I could already tell that he had some teeth missing. In short, he looked like the living version of the grim reaper.

“What are you waiting for slut, greet my friend Johnny with a hug and kiss.” David sneered

My stomach turned as I stepped closer to this repulsive man. He took his arm around my naked waist and brought me in. His hands felt ice cold. I went to give him a courtesy peck on the cheek but instead forced his long snake like tongue into my mouth and swirled it around. I felt his bony hands reach down and grope my ass cheek. I did everything I could not to push him away. My body naturally squirmed.

He finally let me go.

“Mm let’s have a look at the merchandise.” He said as he eyed my naked body up and down.

Who was this pervert? And how did my son know him? I had so many questions.

He smiled as he ran his hands up and down my waist. He clearly had no respect for personal boundaries. He must’ve been in on whatever plan David had. I wonder if this evil creep was the one who corrupted my son in the first place. He grabbed my tits and squeezed them without a second thought.

“Haha, real nice.” He sneered “David my good friend, you sure know how to pick em.”

He twirled his finger, telling me to turn around for him. He cheered in delight as he bent down so he was face-level with my ass. He groped each cheek before spreading them apart and inspecting my ass hole and pussy. I shuddered at his touch.

“Haha always love when they’re new. So nervous at every touch.