Sparticus A mother s demise
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CHAPTER 2
++++++++++++++++++++ Tuesday night
The sinful mother could not look at the boy seated next to him as they watched the rest of last night’s episode of Spartacus on replay. He had instructed her to wear nothing beneath her robe which lay wide open exposing her breasts and pussy. He had her stroke his cock with one hand whilst using her other to pleasure herself. She could not fathom out why she was so aroused at such humiliation…especially at the hands of her teenage son, but realized that this is what she had craved for since she was 16.
Her clit throbbed and she avoided touching it in case it led to her having an orgasm. She could not live with the shame of masturbating and having an orgasm at her own hand in front of her son.
It had been less than twenty four hours since Helen did the unthinkable, and in those twenty four hours she had ran through a gamut of emotions… mostly of guilt but she can’t recall her body ache and tingle as much as it had.
As Helen looked at the screen she smiled with some satisfaction. Her son’s own cock rivalled any of those on screen. She would have guessed it to be a couple of inches longer than her husband’s average size cock… and at least double the width. It was not the largest cock she had seen though. That belonged to a man in his fifties or sixties that she had sucked off when she was just 19 and at university.
Just as another sex scene appeared on the screen Helen felt her son’s hand on the back of her head. She abandoned her pulsating cunt which ached for release and lowered her head to the erect phallus before her. She was as eager to taste her son’s cum as he was to have it sucked out of him.
Earlier whilst cleaning her pussy after her son had left her in the kitchen, she had scooped what she could and licked the slimy deposit from her fingers savoring the sweet taste of the combined juices. It had been too long since she enjoyed the creamy ejaculate of spent cum.
Helen used all her skill and experience in gobbling her son. Her free hand toyed with his balls… balls which hung like plums earlier but now in the throes of sexual excitement were held tight in his ball sack.
With each downward stroke she tried to get as much as she could into her mouth. Although wanting to take a cock deep in her throat she had always gagged whenever she tried. It did not stop her trying in her early years but had only ever had one cock pass into her esophagus and that was when the guy she was sucking off was high on pot. It was strange that it only took a couple of really hard pushes by the weed induced ‘lover’ that she was able to take his cock into her throat and her gag reflexes stopped. She had always believed that it was his aggression and show of strength that made her body sexually responsive to accepting a penis in such a way.
The shameless woman paused briefly to get off the couch and kneel between the teens spread knees. She looked up at him as she slowly masturbated him…lowering her head taking the bulbous knob in her mouth, sucking trying to coax more of the delicious pre cum from the hard shaft. Using her skill as a fellatrix all those years ago, she started to lick her son’s penis…from balls to head… savoring every inch of hard flesh. She ran her tongue and lips up and down the shaft taking a few seconds to suck every time she was at his glistening head or slightly hairy nuts.
While she was sucking on those generous plums she did something she had never done before… she lowered her mouth to that most dirty of places…his asshole. Encouraged by the low moan above her she started to tongue that sensitive spot… trying to force the tip into that tight sphincter. Her mind smiled at the thought that the arse she was rimming might like ‘cock in ass’ similar to the Dom on the TV mentioned.
Alan had often fantasized about getting his ass rimmed but would never have thought that the first time would be by his own mother. He had ‘experimented’ with his ass occasionally when he masturbated and was not ‘virgin’ as he had inserted a couple of his fingers on occasion and even a couple of small ‘phallic substitutes’ … the handle of one of his father’s paint brushes being the most pleasurable with its smooth tapered end, bulbous middle and tapered once again at the brush head.
The excited teen, although loving his mother’s tongue where it was, he wanted her mouth on his cock as he spurted his thick cream. Taking the shameless woman by her hair he pulled her off his asshole and onto his cock… mentally noting that it would not be that last time he would feel his mother’s tongue down there on his asshole.
Helen, guided by her son’s hand licked up the underside of his erect cock until she opened up her mouth to take the head between her lips. Once again she enjoyed her mouth being stretched to take the knob end and her tongue teasing the underside. Aroused by the shameful act she was performing at the insistence of her son only heightened her pleasure. Her only thoughts were those of pleasing her Dominus and swallowing his seed. Gone were any thoughts of fingering her pulsating clit to an orgasm.
Alan was fighting holding off his climax… he did not want this pleasurable feeling to end. His hands gripped the head that was going up and down in sync with his thrusting loins. The sound of his mother gagging as he pushed down a little too hard seemed to bring him more pleasure.
Similarly the harder the hands on head of the gobbling 44 year pushed down the more used she felt. The perverted woman wanted to be used… used by the aggressive youth for his gratification regardless of trying to bring any pleasure to his quarry. She sensed her son was unsure each time his knob hit the back of her throat as he eased the pressure on the back of her head.
Surprising the horny teen the cock sucking mother pulled her head right off his prick.
‘Dominus… force me…force me to take your cock all the way…fuck my mouth like it were my cunt’ The submissive slave decided that while her master was in such sexual aroused state that he would be more prepared to test her theory of being able to deep throat when forced.
Alan was momentarily taken aback… his own mother telling him to abuse her in such a way. It did not take long for what she had said to sink in he grabbed her hair tightly and rammed her head down.
Helen McIntyre gagged and coughed as he held her head firmly down…she felt as if she were suffocating…then he released her slowly before ramming her head down again as he thrust up. After about 30 seconds the tear stained woman started to relax and breathe and was able to take the invading phallus down her throat.
Alan realizing that his mother was swallowing his cock without her gagging, and her throat muscles bringing a completely new sensation to his cock he could not withhold his orgasm. He thrust down and held his mother’s head as his hot spunk flew out of his cock right down the gullet of his compliant slut.
++++++++++++++++++++++ Wednesday morning
Once again Helen went to bed aroused and in need of an orgasm but completely satisfied that she had made her master happy. Like a true Dominus of Roman times he did not care if he had satisfied the woman that gave him pleasure…only that his needs were attended to. He had instructed her to come to his room completely naked and tend to his ‘morning glory’ as soon as her husband had left for work.
As she prepared breakfast and even though she had brushed her teeth, such was her arousal she imagined she could still taste her son’s ejaculate on her tongue. He had not forced her head down like he did the night before… he just leaned back and watched as her mouth and hands did the work.
The mature housewife’s thoughts were on what she had become…and how content she was with her new lot. It was if the key to fulfillment was missing from her life and suddenly in a matter of a day or so she had found it. She was worried what effect it may have on her son but he seemed to relish the lifestyle they so easily slipped into. She felt a little disappointed when Lisa beat her son down to the kitchen that morning.
When Alan appeared he seemed to spur the butterflies to churn in her tummy. Her pulse raced and her heart thumped in her breast.
The confident boy smiled knowingly that from now on whenever he felt the need for sexual relief all he had to do was to get his mother alone. Waking up that morning with a naked woman in bed with … hair tickling your inner thighs whilst having your cock sucked was the best alarm clock one could wish for.
He had her twist slightly so he could lazily finger her sopping cunt… enjoying hearing her soft moans and whimpers as he toyed with her sex. He was not interested in making her cum… just in her whimpering…
The frustrated woman wanted her son to bring her off, but she was too ashamed to ask if she could cum…she just silently hoped that he would use his fingers to ease her yearning.
When he had finished spraying her tonsils all he did was say he needed a piss…got up and walked to the bathroom. The horny woman accepted that she was not to be satisfied, rose from the bed and went to prepare for work. It was a full day today at the office.
Helen had not been told she could not masturbate but she felt the need to self-humiliate and ask her Dominus if she could touch her own pussy. She knew she had 15 minutes alone at home before she left for work.
All through breakfast Helen got more and more aroused at her self-imposed humiliation of asking her son if she could masturbate, but with her daughter’s in and out all the time she did not get the opportunity. A chance arose when Lisa finished her breakfast and went up to her bedroom ten minutes before they had to leave for school.
The randy mother swallowed knowing it was now or never approached her son.
‘Dominus… may …’ the words were hard to come out… ‘may… I masturbate today…?’
Alan smiled and looked at his red faced mother.
‘Yes slut…you may…at work in the washrooms… shut the stall door…but do not lock it… strip completely… take a picture on your phone of you sitting on the toilet…legs spread and send it to me. I want to see tits and cunt.’
The shocked mother was not expecting his reply to be so explicit… and immediately regretted asking him if she could alleviate that burning itch in her pussy. Before she could put forward her objections he continued…
‘Lift up your skirt’
Forgetting the shocking instruction of where and how to masturbate the disoriented woman raised her neat grey pencil suit skirt to show her son her legs and silk black panties.
‘I thought I told you…slaves don’t wear panties…take them off… you will be punished tonight… and if I don’t get a picture your punishment will be harsher’
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Helen McIntyre could not concentrate on her work. As a secretary she worked a total of two mornings and one full day a week in a small engineering firm that employed fifteen workers. Five worked in the office… the remaining seven men and three women on the shop floor.
The troubled secretary was going through a gambit of contradictory feelings. She was randy… she needed to masturbate, but she didn’t want to masturbate in a public washroom, although the thought of being caught appeared to add to her arousal. She had never taken such an explicit picture before and yet knowing her son was about to get one of her made her cunt pulsate all the more. She could not even imagine what punishment her son had in stall for her for wearing panties that morning.
She was mortified at being made to remove them there in the kitchen in front of her son…and even more so when he commented on how wet they were. When he put them in his pocket and said that he wondered how long it would take to filter through the school that some lucky bastard found a pair of women’s panties in the boys toilet… and how they reeked of cunt juice. The stunned mother’s pussy tightened, gripping that imaginary cock, at the thought of her panties being passed from boy to boy, sniffing her vaginal scent…just as she had seen her son do before pocketing them.
She had been in work less than an hour before the nervous woman decided to go down to the washroom. With each passing minute she was getting more absorbed in the new submissive role as sexual plaything to her own son started to overwhelm her thoughts. The aroused slut could not concentrate on her work.
The women’s washroom was a small room with a single stall tucked in the corner. Just as she went in, Mary, a shop floor girl of 19 came out of the stall and went to the basin to wash her hands. They exchanged a few words before Helen rushed to the stall shutting the door quickly behind her.
For some reason the horny secretary felt Mary knew she was there to take a dirty picture and send it to her son. There was no way she could know that of course but in her present frame of mind she imagined the worst.
The anxious mother sat waiting for Mary to leave… a minute at most but seemed like ten. As soon as she heard the outer door shut she started to undress, hanging each item carefully on the single peg on the back of the door until she stood naked. She had never felt so vulnerable and yet excited as she did just then. She needed to masturbate but first she had a photo to take and send to her Dominus, whilst she was still aroused knowing that she might well back out if she masturbated first.
Another tingle shot through her body and her cunt clenched tight at the thought of what she was doing and for whom.
Taking her phone from her jacket pocket she sat down on the toilet seat. Switching to reverse mode she stretched out her arm, satisfied that she had her cunt and tits in frame she took the snap.
Amazed at the lewdness of the image showing a mature woman seated naked with engorged nipples crowning her full breasts and legs spread wide apart, her moist cunt lips slightly open inviting a cock to penetrate her silky hole her clit throbbed all the more.
Her hand could not resist stroking her pussy a few times as she gazed at the obscene snap. Quickly before she backed out, she drew up her son’s name from her contact list and hit send… knowing that it was unwise but unable to stop the b**st inside that was unleashed and the desire to become her son’s slut.
++++++++++++++++++++++ Wednesday evening
The McIntyre’s had a large garden out back which the family pet ran free …but he was trained as a puppy to only use a small patch in the top corner for his ‘business’. Walking his dog… Alan had got it 3 years ago as a birthday present, had got him out of doing a lot of chores. The woods backing onto their garden was his usual route, and for the last two months he had enjoyed his ‘walks’ all the more.
Lately he always left at 9:50, choosing that time because two houses down from theirs lived his school’s headmistress and about that time she used to get ready for bed. Under the soft glow of the bedside lamp he would see her strip and put on her nightie. He was disappointed that all he could see was her huge tits… but they were enough to make the peeping tom take out his cock and wank as she stripped. About a month ago something changed.
Instead of stripping mid-way in the room she stood just a foot or so from the window…as if inviting the voyeuristic teen to a better view. He shrunk back into the growth at first thinking he had been observed… but soon he assumed that if he was seen then why continue the strip without closing the bedroom curtains. The mature woman used to glance out of her window from time to time during her bedtime routine and now her strip took twice as long as it used to. The exhibitionistic head teacher took to toying with her nipples as she kneaded the ample fleshy tits and it was obvious at times what her other free hand was doing as it disappeared below the window ledge… and in clear view of one of students that attended her school.
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A month ago Helen Gorman happened to glance out of her bedroom window and saw a slight movement in the bushes. At first she was angry that someone was peeping at her, but that anger soon faded at the thought that someone enjoyed looking at her body… her husband of 31 years certainly did not take any interest in her any more.
The head teacher started to look forward to getting ready for bed and with ever increasing heartbeat she started to become more adventurous until finally she was openly masturbating in front of the window, although the height of the window ledge prevented the voyeur from actually seeing her hand working that throbbing clit.
The exhibitionist even started to trim her pubic hairs as she imagined the watcher actually seeing her play with her aroused cunt until one evening in the bath she shaved her pussy mound bald… making her feel all the more naughty and deviant.
In the darkness of the trees Helen could not make out who the voyeur was… she was able to deduce that he was a young teen and for some reason she got all the more stimulated imagining it was one of her students. She did notice him take pictures, presumably on his phone, and in her aroused state she did not care that the images of her wantonness might be shown all over the school.
After she had cum she was full of shame having exposed herself in such a way, but the overriding fear of being found out and losing her job… if not her freedom, should word get out of her sexual perversion, only lasted until she lay down in bed and her hand would once again find her aching pussy.
That fear would continue to plague her throughout the day, vowing to end her disgusting exhibition from that day on, only to find the need to expose herself returned every night as she entered her darkened bedroom.
It was ten days ago that the masturbating exhibitionist recognized who the voyeur was and at first was shocked but soon realized that it might be safer knowing whom she was sharing the mutual masturbation sessions with…
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‘Going to take Sam for a walk’ Alan shouted out to no one in general but then turning to his mother before asking her if she fancied going for a walk as well.
Confused at first by the unusual request made by her son the mother quickly realized that it may be in regards to her punishment for wearing panties that morning and that it may be the only time the two could discuss what her penance would be. During the day whenever the wayward woman tried to picture what form it may be, her mind drew a blank.
The nervous mother followed her son, and once out of sight of the house and in the wood Alan let Sam run free to run through the trees and growth. When Alan was not being voyeuristic he used to go deeper into the woods and a loud whistle used to bring Sam back to him.
Alan knew the woods fairly well and walked directly to a clearing perhaps 2 or 3 hundred yards deep in the wood. He stopped by a fallen tree trunk close to the edge of the clearing and spoke to his mother for the first time since they left the house.
‘Strip naked’ His words were soft yet firm.
The totally shocked woman was about to make her objections known when she was told to do it without a word or else her punishment would be doubled. The compliant mother did as she was told…continually looking about her to see if there were others that might be walking that particular area of woods… assuming that her being naked was not going to be the only punishment.
The nervous mother slipped off her skirt, blouse and bra and carefully laid them across one end of the fallen trunk. She glanced at her son with an anxious look upon her face never having felt so vulnerable before in her forty four years.
Helen let out a small gasp when Alan ran a finger slowly up between her pussy lips and once again she felt totally embarrassed at his comment about how wet her cunt was, but the truth was that she loved being used and so submissive and the fact that it was her own son that made her feel this way only intensified her feelings.
The self-conscious mother stood as instructed with her legs slightly apart and her hands behind her head whilst her son disappeared into the woods. She wondered if that was to be her punishment… to stay in such a position for a pre-determined time whilst her son lay hidden in the woods waiting for a stranger to come by and see her… and who know…**** her. Her imagination made her juices flow down her thighs all the more.
It could not have been more than five minutes when Helen heard someone approach her from behind. She could feel her body shake and tighten not knowing what or who to expect… but did exactly as was told to do by her departing son and remained still. She let out a sigh of relief when Alan appeared from behind her but gasped when she saw he held his belt in his hand.
‘I think eight strokes as an introduction to what punishment awaits you should you disobey your Dominus again’
The petrified mother had never been spanked, even as a c***d, never mind felt a one inch strip of leather across her ass. She had never smacked any of her c***dren and here she was about to receive a severe flogging on her bare ass. She could not fathom how it was going to feel but anticipating it was going to be painful. The anxious nude had fantasized about being tied and flogged but that was fantasy…
‘Recognize these?’ Her son’s voice calm as his hand went into his pocket and pulled out a pair of pale blue panties and held them up before her face.
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Helen heard the swish of the belt before she felt the sharp sting on her backside. Her scream of pain would have been loud if it had not been muffled by the pair of panties stuffed in her mouth. She did not immediately recognize the panties that were being used as a gag but when her son mentioned the name of her eldest daughter she remembered seeing them before.
She was made to hold them and feel the dampness of the crotch. She was mortified when told to smell them and then run her tongue right along the silky material tasting the secreted deposit, before rolling them into ball and stuffing them into her mouth. She was mortified but again her body reacted in a way she did not expect it to, sure that she could smell her daughter’s secretions upon the soft undies.
The prostrate woman had hardly recovered from the first stroke when she heard the swish of the second through the air… another strangled scream as she felt the rough bark of the fallen tree trunk graze her tummy in an effort to avoid the stripped flexible branch.
The pain was excruciating and yet she felt an uneasy acceptance of her fate… a punishment she deserved for offending her master. Dreading the next stroke and yet waiting for it to be delivered.
The third, fourth and fifth stroke followed swiftly one after another…each one appearing more painful than the last but her screams of agony more stifled by choice rather than the restraint of her daughter’s soiled panties. There was a pause after the sixth when her son came around the front and stooped down to speak to her.
He removed the gag from the tear stricken face of the prone woman.
‘You have two more… Say you have enough and I will stop’
His voice was soft and concerned but she detected an air of challenge to it.
‘No Master…’ she wanted to stop the pain and struggled to get those two words out but she felt she would disappoint her master if she did not let him complete the punishment of eight stokes.
The smiling teen wiped the tears from his mother’s face with the blue silk panties and was surprised when he heard his mother say there was no need to replace them in her mouth, she would not scream.
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Helen lay in the warm bath a bath pillow placed at the base of her spine so her bottom did not come into contact with the bath. The pain had subsided considerably but the eight thin parallel welts on her ass upper thighs still burned. She was impressed at how accurate the strapping was. She knew that the red marks would be there for a few days or so, but hopefully the soreness would soon disappear.
After the eighth stroke upon her ass, her acceptance as sex slave to her son was endorsed by him masturbating and spraying his seed over her face. She felt degraded as the sperm slid alongside the tears that flowed down her cheeks and only permitted to wipe her face clean using the panties that were initially used as her gag. She felt ashamed that her cunt reacted to the thought that she was rubbing her son’s cum off her face with panties that were taken from her daughter’s dirty linen basket.
The abused mother was made to walk back naked to the edge of the woods with her house and the two neighboring houses either side in clear view before she was permitted to redress. If one of her neighbors or even her own family were to look out of any of the bedroom windows she would have easily seen. The fact that she so readily accepted her son’s command…a command that may have destroyed her whole family’s reputation trouble worried her.
As the warm water eased her aching body she gently toyed with her right nipple and her swollen clit. She did not ask to masturbate and although her cunt throbbed to be relieved she decided not to ease the sexual desire since it was not her cunt any more.
She wondered if the pictures he had shown her of various stages of ‘Sam’s walk’ were solely for her dominant son’s private viewing or would they be shared with his peers…or even posted on some site on the internet. The pictures on Alan’s phone were explicit and the subject clearly recognizable as the once respectable mother of three.
The aroused woman had to stop touching her clit before she had an orgasm…
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‘I can’t ask Cathy to give you a blow job… she’s only 14’
‘f******n… I bet at f******n she has done a lot more than just take a cock in her mouth’
Carolyn blushed slightly recalling that she had taken her first cock in her mouth a couple of years before her f******nth birthday although it was not until she was sixteen that she lost her virginity. She enjoyed sucking cocks and in the years since that first one she must have sucked off over twenty different guys.
‘It’s… it’s too embarrassing having to ask her to do that… you go out with her and try and get her to go down on you’
‘Nah… I want a guarantee that I will get my cock sucked before I go out with that dweeb.’
‘Alannnn… pleeeease…’
Alan thought for a few seconds and looked at his sister. He was not particularly interested in getting a gobble from Cathy since he could get one any time from his mother… his mother… that triggered something in his brain.
‘You give me one‘… Alan smirked knowing that he held the ace.
‘What??? You fucking crazy or something…you’re my fucking brother for fuck sake… fucking creep’
‘Fine… good luck with the flat hunting’
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