527 T & the lad 2
527 T & the lad 2
Each day she roused him fully naked to eat and then go off to be educated and each day he returned to a hot kiss and once he had eaten and done whatever assignments he had that evening, she let him curl up with her and play happily with her soft breasts on that old sofa while she watched her regular TV shows!
Finally, it was off to bed together where she would relive his frustrations with her hand, or latterly with her mouth which he had soon come to love. This went on till the Saturday morning, never once did she open up her legs enough for him even to glimpse that sacred honey bowl he so wanted to play in, fairs fair, he had avoided all contact down-there all week in an effort to not upset her, as she said, better to have half a cake than no cake at all!
So it was to his great relief, after a fine full English breakfast on that Saturday morning she stood by her bed half-dressed and said, “well lad, you managed to keep your hands to yourself down there all week, I am so proud of you, you must be well frustrated by now, so today we shall move to stage two, today you get to really see what men crave, you can see it, touch it kiss it and even eat from it, but I`m not going to let you use it…that`s just to frustrate you even more… until tomorrow when if you’ve not blotted your copy book… we shall make a real man of you!”
She eyed him with a strange sort of look that he had not seen before, in an even voice she continued “And then, I would dearly like it if you consent to well…that’s if you will, I wish you to become more than just a man,” she paused no doubt for a little effect, “I want you down there in my kitchen, to dominate me to the point I can`t resist your advances, god help me …I want you to take me, to master me, to dominate me, do you understand, I desperately need you, this very first time, to take me just as hard and as roughly as you can possibly manage… that’s what I want, and have wanted so very much for so long. It is most important to me…so will you please?” a little bewildered the lad promised he would do anything she desired, not even faintly understanding, but if his mother wanted him to take her and his virginity in one fell swoop and in a hard and commanding way, who was he to argue! But he knew instinctively now was his time to bargain! “if I do this to your satisfaction then, will you become my lover forever… Will you be my sleeping partner, and my woman any time, any place here in our home, for life if necessary?... cos that is so what I want `T’, that’s just exactly what I want!”
She kissed him firmly, and said, “I am already yours and yes, it is my fantasy, I`ve had it ever since your dad left, and yes if you will do this for me, or not, we shall be still be lovers for as long as you ever want me!” he knew it was from her heart, and he replied, “would it not be better if I started slowly and built up to that?”
her decisive answer was, “No, I want it to be a clumsy, unknowing virgin who will use me instinctively, hammer me hard and use me for his own pleasure, from his choice, I hope he will tie me down, as I have dreamed I should be secured and taken at his will just how my dominator wishes, but I suspect that’s taking it a bit far with you yet…!” he just grinned, but she could see the idea appealed to him by the way his tool reacted.
She stood, then slowly raised her left foot to her chair seat opening her legs to his fascinated gaze, it was a pin dropping moment… and one he would always remember, she stood and taking his hand said, “if your serious about playing out my fantasy, you can play all day today with my body as I said, I am yours but tonight we sleep alone and you must not touch yourself then tomorrow on the stroke of ****u may come to my kitchen where I shall be waiting dressed just as I have dreamed, there will be a rope and you may tie me up and use me just as hard as you will, tearing off my clothes in your frenzy, and you can then misuse me all day if you like but you must leave your seed in me very time… now, if you are up for that, let us go up to bed together where you can explore me at your will!” His gushing “yes please” had her smiling and again she kissed him, and she was happier than she had been since the divorce.
They surmounted the stars in his case the pathway to paradise, following those jostling buttocks up to in their room, where she lay submissively for him and opened her legs as wide as she could, he lay between her feet, intently looking into pandoras box, and she repeated her message, “you can see it, touch it kiss it and even eat from it, but a strict rule today is that you must not cum in or on it that is for tomorrow.
Saturday passed rapidly for him, she did just what she said, holding that trusty bedhead hour after hour, and allowing him very free access, he fingered, he munched, he fisted and he licked till they stopped for a snack mid-afternoon by which time she had cum hard multiple times to his great joy, and she had either swallowed or had splattered on her, four lots of his seed, after that their afternoon and evening passed with them both saving themselves for the games of the next day, watching telly, wrapped in one another`s arms in a way that said “LOVERS” in big letters.
They said goodnight much as they used to before all this started, and he slept alone setting his alarm for 8.30am to give him time to toilet himself, then exhausted but excited, he tried to sleep, finally nodding off in the early hours. For her the alarm set for eight meant she could use the on suit and be dressed and ready for him just as she had dreamed. Finally, before she too attempted the sleep thing, she laid out her clothing, a tea-shirt that just about supported her breasts, white virgin knickers and a pair of old and expendable slacks, a pair of earrings, and her glasses, just to add a little authenticity.
She was down early, sipping tea dressed just as she had planned with the addition of just a splash of perfume, and a pair of slippers, so by eight, she was nervously pouring yet another mug of tea. When she faintly heard his alarm at half past she smiled, then lay on the empty work top a large pair of scissors, a kitchen knife-block and a hank of blue rope that she had begged from some men working in the road some time ago, way back when she had first had this fantasy, though she had told them it was for something else of course.
She heard the toilet flush and the shower running, butterflies now crashing about in her tummy, as she waited, watching the clock and absent mindedly sipping the fast cooling tea, desperate to keep her nerves fully under control.
She heard his footfall on the stairs, the clatter of the hall door then the voice, “Morning `T’” she stood, put the empty mug in the sink, then turned to face him… As she turned, he she found he had seized the rope, and was taking her nearest wrist, swinging her to face the table and as he trapped her against the table top, securing it to the other wrist in a most masterful way. It was not so unexpected but it was sudden, a quick wrap of the wrist and he had caught up the second wrist with the speed of a striking snake, and before she could react she had her wrists secured behind her, and was flooded by the feeling that she was fully under control, it was just as she had imagined.
He pulled her from the table, and seizing a knife from block, the biggest available for intimidation, he began to first cut the rope to length, leaving her secured neatly, then he turned to the shirt, that cold blade slid over her skin, sharp side outward and instantly she felt the thin white cloth loose its strength to hold up her heavy breasts. Three cuts saw the shirt a rag only fit for cleaning, his left hand now holding her throat for complete control of his victim, the right slipping the still cold blade, slithering down her belly the tip slipping under the elastic waist of the old trousers, and the flimsy knickers. A sawing motion cut the elastic of the waistband and with a ping it separated, the trousers falling downwards, the blue-black cloth stopping at knee level, the old white knickers torn now hanging like seaweed on a pier support, dangling from either pale hip, her pretty and hairy triangle, and the top of yesterday`s plaything, exposed.
He bent low, his hand still holding her throat, though she stood passively still enough, as he slid the great blade down each leg in turn to cut away the rags that once covered her modesty. That done, he stood once more, smiling sadistically at her nervy face, now genuinely worried that he may lose control or worse cut her with that bloody great knife…
She need not have worried, two neat slither of the cold blade down the leg-holes of the white rag had it falling to join the remains of the trousers, which he kicked into touch under the table. He pushed her back onto the table top, her arse on the nearest edge, and with a grunt he mounted her, hammering his hips and his prick inward till her mons crashed against his and his balls clattered against her ring-piece! It was not a one of… thin and boyish his penis might have been and not anywhere as long as her ex, it was doing the business for her, he must have been reading up how to do it… on line perhaps, as with no finesse but with energy that made up for it he hammered that prick into her in a way that can only be said to be masterly, it was so hard her head rattled against the tabletop, and her voice cackled oh, OH, oh, OH, oh, in a wobbly voice, that sounded as if all her fantasies had come at once. It was a fine climax! The lad being a virgin, even with the training of the weeks before, soon came, and he rested for a second or two,
Then to her immense surprise, he began again, strangely just as before, hard and thrusting, battering away like a steam engine bang, bang, bang, her head clattered on the table, the woman being hammer her like a rag doll, as he tried to ram his hips through hers. This time he lasted longer, she climaxed in a long rolling moan before she felt his ejaculation deep in her body and he rested a full minute as she lay, with her senses now reeling, then to her amazement he began once more, banging and clattering at her body once again against that flat cool surface, with that energy of youth she could never have never expected.
This time it was for a lot longer, he having seen sex on line but not having gained the knowledge of when enough was enough… her body was betraying her, not having ever received such a climax, or at least climaxes, as she had by now had many, she found she was screaming now, though it wasn’t a conscious reaction, then suddenly darkness enveloped her senses and she went silent, it had all been too much she had become u*********s with the overload. The effect on the lad was sudden and instant, he leapt back from her thinking she was dead, horror coursing through his veins, as he panicked, but by then she was stiring herself, relief had him flopping back into a chair, no longer Sir Galahad, or Casanover but instantly just a frightened lad!
She realised his fears, and his worries, and she would normally have thrown her arms round the frightened boy, but sadly her arms were tied behind her, but she sat up anyway and leaning forward to kiss him, telling him not to worry. She turned and he undid the bonds, she wrapped her arms round her neck, but he looked up with pleading eyes and said, in a small voice, “I am so sorry mum, are you alright?” she grinned, then said, “I, my beautiful son, have no idea how you, as a novice achieved it, but you managed to raise me to the highest climax I have ever in my whole lifetime achieved my lad, even your father and he was as good a fucker as I ever knew, even he could never managed three times!” he smiled, then he said, “ well mum no one told me when you need to stop…!” and together they burst out laughing her fantasy more than fulfilled! they left the rags on the floor and naked and unfettered, they went back to her bed, there to make proper and gentle vanilla love once more, `T’ taking charge and them both enjoying yet another climax each, to her amazement before sleep overtook them for some hours and them returning to the kitchen and ravenously filled their faces while laughing together …like real lovers!
to be continued
Each day she roused him fully naked to eat and then go off to be educated and each day he returned to a hot kiss and once he had eaten and done whatever assignments he had that evening, she let him curl up with her and play happily with her soft breasts on that old sofa while she watched her regular TV shows!
Finally, it was off to bed together where she would relive his frustrations with her hand, or latterly with her mouth which he had soon come to love. This went on till the Saturday morning, never once did she open up her legs enough for him even to glimpse that sacred honey bowl he so wanted to play in, fairs fair, he had avoided all contact down-there all week in an effort to not upset her, as she said, better to have half a cake than no cake at all!
So it was to his great relief, after a fine full English breakfast on that Saturday morning she stood by her bed half-dressed and said, “well lad, you managed to keep your hands to yourself down there all week, I am so proud of you, you must be well frustrated by now, so today we shall move to stage two, today you get to really see what men crave, you can see it, touch it kiss it and even eat from it, but I`m not going to let you use it…that`s just to frustrate you even more… until tomorrow when if you’ve not blotted your copy book… we shall make a real man of you!”
She eyed him with a strange sort of look that he had not seen before, in an even voice she continued “And then, I would dearly like it if you consent to well…that’s if you will, I wish you to become more than just a man,” she paused no doubt for a little effect, “I want you down there in my kitchen, to dominate me to the point I can`t resist your advances, god help me …I want you to take me, to master me, to dominate me, do you understand, I desperately need you, this very first time, to take me just as hard and as roughly as you can possibly manage… that’s what I want, and have wanted so very much for so long. It is most important to me…so will you please?” a little bewildered the lad promised he would do anything she desired, not even faintly understanding, but if his mother wanted him to take her and his virginity in one fell swoop and in a hard and commanding way, who was he to argue! But he knew instinctively now was his time to bargain! “if I do this to your satisfaction then, will you become my lover forever… Will you be my sleeping partner, and my woman any time, any place here in our home, for life if necessary?... cos that is so what I want `T’, that’s just exactly what I want!”
She kissed him firmly, and said, “I am already yours and yes, it is my fantasy, I`ve had it ever since your dad left, and yes if you will do this for me, or not, we shall be still be lovers for as long as you ever want me!” he knew it was from her heart, and he replied, “would it not be better if I started slowly and built up to that?”
her decisive answer was, “No, I want it to be a clumsy, unknowing virgin who will use me instinctively, hammer me hard and use me for his own pleasure, from his choice, I hope he will tie me down, as I have dreamed I should be secured and taken at his will just how my dominator wishes, but I suspect that’s taking it a bit far with you yet…!” he just grinned, but she could see the idea appealed to him by the way his tool reacted.
She stood, then slowly raised her left foot to her chair seat opening her legs to his fascinated gaze, it was a pin dropping moment… and one he would always remember, she stood and taking his hand said, “if your serious about playing out my fantasy, you can play all day today with my body as I said, I am yours but tonight we sleep alone and you must not touch yourself then tomorrow on the stroke of ****u may come to my kitchen where I shall be waiting dressed just as I have dreamed, there will be a rope and you may tie me up and use me just as hard as you will, tearing off my clothes in your frenzy, and you can then misuse me all day if you like but you must leave your seed in me very time… now, if you are up for that, let us go up to bed together where you can explore me at your will!” His gushing “yes please” had her smiling and again she kissed him, and she was happier than she had been since the divorce.
They surmounted the stars in his case the pathway to paradise, following those jostling buttocks up to in their room, where she lay submissively for him and opened her legs as wide as she could, he lay between her feet, intently looking into pandoras box, and she repeated her message, “you can see it, touch it kiss it and even eat from it, but a strict rule today is that you must not cum in or on it that is for tomorrow.
Saturday passed rapidly for him, she did just what she said, holding that trusty bedhead hour after hour, and allowing him very free access, he fingered, he munched, he fisted and he licked till they stopped for a snack mid-afternoon by which time she had cum hard multiple times to his great joy, and she had either swallowed or had splattered on her, four lots of his seed, after that their afternoon and evening passed with them both saving themselves for the games of the next day, watching telly, wrapped in one another`s arms in a way that said “LOVERS” in big letters.
They said goodnight much as they used to before all this started, and he slept alone setting his alarm for 8.30am to give him time to toilet himself, then exhausted but excited, he tried to sleep, finally nodding off in the early hours. For her the alarm set for eight meant she could use the on suit and be dressed and ready for him just as she had dreamed. Finally, before she too attempted the sleep thing, she laid out her clothing, a tea-shirt that just about supported her breasts, white virgin knickers and a pair of old and expendable slacks, a pair of earrings, and her glasses, just to add a little authenticity.
She was down early, sipping tea dressed just as she had planned with the addition of just a splash of perfume, and a pair of slippers, so by eight, she was nervously pouring yet another mug of tea. When she faintly heard his alarm at half past she smiled, then lay on the empty work top a large pair of scissors, a kitchen knife-block and a hank of blue rope that she had begged from some men working in the road some time ago, way back when she had first had this fantasy, though she had told them it was for something else of course.
She heard the toilet flush and the shower running, butterflies now crashing about in her tummy, as she waited, watching the clock and absent mindedly sipping the fast cooling tea, desperate to keep her nerves fully under control.
She heard his footfall on the stairs, the clatter of the hall door then the voice, “Morning `T’” she stood, put the empty mug in the sink, then turned to face him… As she turned, he she found he had seized the rope, and was taking her nearest wrist, swinging her to face the table and as he trapped her against the table top, securing it to the other wrist in a most masterful way. It was not so unexpected but it was sudden, a quick wrap of the wrist and he had caught up the second wrist with the speed of a striking snake, and before she could react she had her wrists secured behind her, and was flooded by the feeling that she was fully under control, it was just as she had imagined.
He pulled her from the table, and seizing a knife from block, the biggest available for intimidation, he began to first cut the rope to length, leaving her secured neatly, then he turned to the shirt, that cold blade slid over her skin, sharp side outward and instantly she felt the thin white cloth loose its strength to hold up her heavy breasts. Three cuts saw the shirt a rag only fit for cleaning, his left hand now holding her throat for complete control of his victim, the right slipping the still cold blade, slithering down her belly the tip slipping under the elastic waist of the old trousers, and the flimsy knickers. A sawing motion cut the elastic of the waistband and with a ping it separated, the trousers falling downwards, the blue-black cloth stopping at knee level, the old white knickers torn now hanging like seaweed on a pier support, dangling from either pale hip, her pretty and hairy triangle, and the top of yesterday`s plaything, exposed.
He bent low, his hand still holding her throat, though she stood passively still enough, as he slid the great blade down each leg in turn to cut away the rags that once covered her modesty. That done, he stood once more, smiling sadistically at her nervy face, now genuinely worried that he may lose control or worse cut her with that bloody great knife…
She need not have worried, two neat slither of the cold blade down the leg-holes of the white rag had it falling to join the remains of the trousers, which he kicked into touch under the table. He pushed her back onto the table top, her arse on the nearest edge, and with a grunt he mounted her, hammering his hips and his prick inward till her mons crashed against his and his balls clattered against her ring-piece! It was not a one of… thin and boyish his penis might have been and not anywhere as long as her ex, it was doing the business for her, he must have been reading up how to do it… on line perhaps, as with no finesse but with energy that made up for it he hammered that prick into her in a way that can only be said to be masterly, it was so hard her head rattled against the tabletop, and her voice cackled oh, OH, oh, OH, oh, in a wobbly voice, that sounded as if all her fantasies had come at once. It was a fine climax! The lad being a virgin, even with the training of the weeks before, soon came, and he rested for a second or two,
Then to her immense surprise, he began again, strangely just as before, hard and thrusting, battering away like a steam engine bang, bang, bang, her head clattered on the table, the woman being hammer her like a rag doll, as he tried to ram his hips through hers. This time he lasted longer, she climaxed in a long rolling moan before she felt his ejaculation deep in her body and he rested a full minute as she lay, with her senses now reeling, then to her amazement he began once more, banging and clattering at her body once again against that flat cool surface, with that energy of youth she could never have never expected.
This time it was for a lot longer, he having seen sex on line but not having gained the knowledge of when enough was enough… her body was betraying her, not having ever received such a climax, or at least climaxes, as she had by now had many, she found she was screaming now, though it wasn’t a conscious reaction, then suddenly darkness enveloped her senses and she went silent, it had all been too much she had become u*********s with the overload. The effect on the lad was sudden and instant, he leapt back from her thinking she was dead, horror coursing through his veins, as he panicked, but by then she was stiring herself, relief had him flopping back into a chair, no longer Sir Galahad, or Casanover but instantly just a frightened lad!
She realised his fears, and his worries, and she would normally have thrown her arms round the frightened boy, but sadly her arms were tied behind her, but she sat up anyway and leaning forward to kiss him, telling him not to worry. She turned and he undid the bonds, she wrapped her arms round her neck, but he looked up with pleading eyes and said, in a small voice, “I am so sorry mum, are you alright?” she grinned, then said, “I, my beautiful son, have no idea how you, as a novice achieved it, but you managed to raise me to the highest climax I have ever in my whole lifetime achieved my lad, even your father and he was as good a fucker as I ever knew, even he could never managed three times!” he smiled, then he said, “ well mum no one told me when you need to stop…!” and together they burst out laughing her fantasy more than fulfilled! they left the rags on the floor and naked and unfettered, they went back to her bed, there to make proper and gentle vanilla love once more, `T’ taking charge and them both enjoying yet another climax each, to her amazement before sleep overtook them for some hours and them returning to the kitchen and ravenously filled their faces while laughing together …like real lovers!
to be continued
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