"Mommy-Slut": A Battle of Wills

Jeremy watched his mother walk away, checking out both her tight ass and the back of her nylon legs, noticing she was even wearing a new style that had a seam down the back... making his rock hard member flinch yet again.

His Mom had interrupted them when his balls were boiling and he was literally seconds away from a very impressive cum deposit... he hadn't shot a load yet today... which was way behind schedule for him.

The last few minutes had progressed from 'Oh fuck I'm dead,' to 'Turn the tables and play the guilt card' to 'wow, Mom is checking out my dick' to the still far-reaching, but not completely out of the realm of possibility, 'Could I fuck my own mother?'''

All this suddenly seemed infinitely possible; Jeremy was very confident his mother was impressed by his dick... enough so that she had definitely not only checked it out a few times, but it had seemed to distract her from her disciplinary tirade.

Meanwhile, Kiera had removed her skirt and donned a pair of dress slacks, and was fastening her strap-on harness outside her clothing... which was awkward and a little tight... Usually, of course, she was naked when she put her cock on. Yet, she sure couldn't walk in on her son naked... what she was planning to do was already questionable and possibly illegal... but she knew she had to teach her son a lesson about treating women with respect without encouraging him to objectify her.

Jeremy sat back down and decided fuck it, let's take the risk. She had already seen him getting head, and had already stared at his seven and three/quarter inch cock, so walking in on him jerking off shouldn't shock her, and it might even help move her thoughts in the right direction.

Of course in his fantasy, she would see his hard cock, become overcome with lust, drop to her knees, eagerly devour his pole and become his Mommy-slut... which was, of course, his greatest fantasy... one he role-played inside his head every time he fucked his MILF slut.

Jeremy easily could have come in the brief amount of time he was alone, but his tactics dick-tated that he just slowly stroke his cock to keep it at full mast so his mom would walk in on him stroking his member when it was at its most impressive.

Determined but oddly excited, Kiera walked back downstairs ready to teach her son a lesson about respect. She arrived in the basement and was again surprised by her son's actions; he was jerking himself off even though he knew she was coming right back, and again her annoyance at her son's arrogant behaviour was betrayed by the gush of wetness that leaked out of her fevered box.

God, she needed her secret submissive college girl from across the street to come over and get her off, she might even have to have her sneak over and meet her in her garage once she was done teaching her son a lesson. She'd been using the girl almost daily since Kate had showed up, dominating the college coed to remind herself she was the one in charge not only at work, but also in sexual encounters.

Jeremy could sense his mother had arrived behind him as he deliberately groaned, really taking a risk, "That's it, Mom. Suck my cock. "

Kiera's eyes went wide. Had she just heard correctly? She was shocked by her son's words and knew she really needed to do something now. She pulled herself up drill sergeant straight, strutted over to him and ordered, "Knees."

As Sgt. Mom appeared in front of him with her baton leading the way, it was Jeremy's turn to be shocked. His hand still on his cock, he stammered, "Y-y-you have a strap-on?"

Kiera took a nice long look at her son's big dick first before she took charge of herself, deciding not to explain why she owned not one, not two, but three strap-on erections, and simply repeated her order, "Knees, son."

"What? Why?" Jeremy asked, shocked both at the sight of the strap-on over his mom's slacks, and at the unmotherly order. Even though he couldn't help but glance down at his mom's nylon-clad painted toes.

"You need to understand what it feels like to be the one on your knees, the one with a cock in your mouth, the one being treated like a slut," Kiera explained, noticing that even when she was wearing a strap-on her son couldn't help but check out her feet. How had she not noticed this before today?

"Mom, that's ridiculous," he responded, not moving.

"Do I have to spank you?" Kiera questioned, having used spanking as her main form of discipline until he was sixteen and it had started to seem a bit weird... although not as weird as what she was about to do.

Jeremy countered, "I'm an adult, Mom."

"You live in my house, you eat my food and you will obey my rules," Kiera firmly explained... quoting verbatim what she had always said whenever Jeremy was disobedient.

"Mom, I'm eighteen," Jeremy repeated, still stunned and a little annoyed that his mother was treating him like a child.

Kiera sighed, "Yes, I know you're eighteen, I gave birth to you and I was there. It really hurt, but I forgive you." She then added, her tone meaning business, "Now do as you're told, Jeremy Walker Watson."

Although Jeremy was stunned and angry, he obeyed in stages, knowing that the tone his mother was using was one that brooked no argument but perhaps a faint hope of... he let go of his cock, stood straight up to look his mother defiantly in the eyes and then, after a brief silent staring contest which he lost... oh, well... he dropped to his knees... now staring directly at the strap-on. He was surprised that the look he received from the inflexible black cock was as intimidating as the glare he had just received from his mother.

"Now suck my cock," Kiera ordered, surprised by the excitement she felt at dominating her son. She had never dominated a man before, although she had gotten lots of practice wielding her strap-ons to dominate and fuck any number of her straight to lesbian submissive pets over the years. Although she had sometimes entertained the idea of pegging a few misogynist assholes at work and a couple of sexist judges. As mentioned already, she hadn't been with a man since her pregnancy, swearing off them completely... deciding instead to satisfy her sexual needs with women. In college she had used a few sorority sluts as well as a couple of professors on rare occasion, and since passing the bar she'd accelerated her pace, having had secretaries, a couple of fellow lawyers, all of whom she'd opposed in the courtroom sometimes winning, sometimes losing, but always ended up topping, and a couple of neighbours including, on occasion, the eager Mrs. Anderson and new this year, her college slut daughter Tiffany, who was insatiable.

Jeremy stared at the cock.

Jeremy glanced down at his mom's stocking-clad feet

Kiera, deciding to intensify the clear authority she was asserting over her son rebuked him, "Stop staring at Mommy's feet. Be a good boy and I'll let you massage them when I'm through disciplining you."

Jeremy's eyes went big again. The idea that he'd be allowed to touch her nylon feet, to even massage her nylon feet, was one of his ultimate fantasies, right beneath making her his slut. So if sucking an arrogant plastic cock was what it took, so be it.

He lifted his head back up, looked at the plastic dick for a second still not believing his mother was making him do this, opened his mouth and leaned forward.

Kiera smiled, her son obeying, the brief hierarchy challenge over.

Jeremy, who had always defied his mother on occasion, but had always ended up giving in and becoming as meek as a fawn, obeyed his mother as he wrapped his lips around the cock and bobbed awkwardly in and out.

"That's it, get it nice and wet my pet," Kiera said, eliminating 'for your tight cunt' from the line she normally used when she had one of her submissive pets sucking her strap-on.

Jeremy continued to be shocked. First that he was sucking his mother's strap-on. Secondly that his mother was addressing him like he was a pet slut. Third, and perhaps the worst, his cock, which was still out in the open air, was flinching up and down.

For a minute, Kiera let her son bob on her cock, although he was only taking maybe two inches in his mouth, before she ordered, "Come on, you can take more than that in that eager mouth of yours." She refrained from swearing, as she usually would have said, 'Come on you slut, you can take more of my pecker in that cock sucking mouth of yours.'

Jeremy was surprised at how difficult it was to suck cock. He knew he was only taking only a couple of inches in his mouth and already it felt full... he had a whole new respect for the ability of Eleanor and others to take all of his almost eight inches into their mouths. This cock was only six, and he wasn't even taking half of it in.

"Faster, slut," Kiera demanded, once her son finally got half of the six inches in his mouth. She wasn't going to f-bomb or go on a litany of verbal abuse like she often did with her pets... especially during their early training.

Jeremy couldn't believe his mother had just called him a slut. He also couldn't believe that although the name pissed him off, his cock again flinched. Bypassing his brain, his body obeyed.

Kiera was amused at her son's obedience and decided to wrap this up as she grabbed his head and thrust all six inches into his mouth.

Jeremy gagged on the cock as the entire shaft invaded his throat and filled his mouth.

Kiera pulled out and said, "Not easy, is it?"

Jeremy complained through his coughs, "Why did you do that?"

"To show you what it feels like to be the receiver instead of the giver," she answered, looking down and seeing that not only was his cock still rock hard, but it was twitching... which was interesting.

"That was fucking sick," Jeremy cursed, wiping the slobber off his mouth.

"What did you just say?" Kiera returned, instantly enraged.

"I'm sorry," Jeremy apologized, seeing his mother's sudden and compete wrath at his words... something he had only seen a few times and which always ended with a spanking.

"Bend over, cocksucker," the furious mother growled.

"Mom, I'm sorry," he pleaded, very afraid of her and totally intimidated.

"Now!" The mother snarled, not remotely in a bargaining mood, and with surprising strength, pulling her son off the floor, spinning him around and bending him over the couch.

"But I'm eighteen," he reminded her.

"...and still my son and still needing discipline," she countered, slapping his bare ass with resounding force!

Pain "Yeouch!!" and shame coursed through Jeremy... humiliated at being spanked by his mother. Sure, he had spanked a couple of his sluts when fucking them... but that was different.

"Henceforward you will treat women with respect," Kiera ordered, delivering a second mighty spank.

"Nnnh! Yes, mother," Jeremy agreed, with a wince.

"Good," Kiera nodded, giving him a third spank, a bit softer than the others. She then added, "Now put your penis away and come upstairs to help with dinner."

"Yes, Mom," Jeremy nodded, his ass burning... his cheeks red with shame... his cock confusingly still hard... and in spite of it all, still desperately wanting to massage her feet.

Kiera left her son looking like a red-assed baboon and returned to her bedroom where she took the strap-on off, but kept her professional garb on, only removing her slacks and stepping back into her skirt... she was going to relish the foot massage she needed and wanted her calves accessible. Later this evening she may have to get hold of Tiffany Anderson for the release of a face riding orgasm.

Jeremy pulled his sweats up and cursed, "What the fuck was that?" His mother gone, he couldn't believe what had just happened. Plus, he still hadn't come. He considered finally finishing by himself what had been started by Eleanor what seemed like hours ago, but instead he hurried upstairs to help with dinner.

3. THE CONFESSIONAL

Kiera came back downstairs to the kitchen and deciding to move on and not keep the awkwardness going, she smiled and asked, "Shall we order pizza?"

"Um sure," Jeremy agreed, unable to keep from glancing down to see she was still in nylons and her skirt was back.

"Good," Mom nodded, grabbing the phone and ordering their usual, noticing her son pretty much staring at her feet nonstop. She turned and began walking towards the living room inviting, "Now come and give your Mom a nice foot massage."

Jeremy's marathon erection which had just started to consider going into slumber was again wide awake... again hungrily poking against his sweats.

Kiera noticed the abrupt motion beneath his pants and smiled, thinking she could use this to her advantage both for discipline and for foot massages. She headed to the couch and sat down.

Jeremy followed his mother as the strange day just got weirder and weirder... this latest twist one that excited him greatly.

Jeremy wasn't sure whether to kneel in front of his beautiful mother or sit on the couch beside her.

Kiera noticed both her son's very erect cock tenting his sweats, and his indecision about what to do next. She patted the couch beside her and said, "Come sit." Usually when she said that it was to a feminine pet who was soon going to drop to her knees or all fours.

Jeremy sat beside her and watched as his mother spun around and placed her crossed feet directly on his crotch... her right ankle resting slightly on his cock. God, was he getting blue balls at this point.

As his mother turned on 'Wheel of Fortune' Jeremy put his hands on his mother's sheer-clad foot. His cock flinched on contact, his dream coming true.

Kiera felt her son's cock moving and thought if he wasn't her son she may have been about to have hetero sex for the first time in almost two decades. The visual her brain had recorded downstairs of her son's big hard cock was ingrained in her head. She relaxed and enjoyed the foot massage... enjoying being pampered by her son, and feeling very sexy because of his arousal. So long as she didn't let him know, why shouldn't she feel sexy around her son?

Jeremy massaged the sole of his mom's left foot before moving on and doing each toe individually, which the mother greatly enjoyed, something she had never had done before, as Kiera finally asked, "So have you and Casey broken up?"

"No," Jeremy answered, not sure what else to say about it without looking like an asshole. All the while enjoying the lovely nylon-encased foot in his hands.

"Does she know about your secret rendezvous with Eleanor?" Kiera probed, annoyed at her son's cheating.

"No," Jeremy again answered just one word.

"Does Casey not suck cock?" Kiera asked bluntly, enjoying talking a little dirty with her adult son.

"Not well," he answered.

"And Eleanor does?" the mother asked, enjoying the sensations of her son's hands on her feet.

"Um, yeah," he nodded, bewildered she was asking these frank questions.

"I see," Kiera nodded, "And what, may I ask, makes Eleanor better than Casey?"

"This is so weird," Jeremy pointed out.

"As you mentioned, you're eighteen," Kiera shrugged. "Talk to me."

"Okay, you asked for it. She swallows, she takes facials, she loves sucking me, and she really puts her heart into it," Jeremy answered, deciding if his mother was asking, why not tell her... maybe, just maybe, it would entice her into sucking or fucking him herself. The mixed messages were confusing him. On the one hand, she seemed to be tempting him... still in nylons, her leg still resting on his cock... there was no way she could be oblivious to that; on the other hand, she had recently punished him rather humiliatingly by making him suck her strap-on and then spanking him without holding much back.

"You like coming on a girl's face?" the mother questioned.

"Honestly?" he asked.

"No, lie to me," Kiera responded sarcastically.

"Yeah, I actually do."

"Why?"

"I don't know," Jeremy said, even though he knew exactly why... he liked the dominating aspect of it... as he moved his hand and massaged his mom's calf... just a sly upwards movement.

"Yes you do," Kiera said, knowing exactly why he did it. "Don't lie to your mother."

"You just told me I should," he joked.

"Brat!" the Mom accused, enjoying his hands on the back of her calf.

"I try," he shrugged.

"You like the power, don't you?" Kiera got to the point.

"What?" Jeremy asked, staring between his mother's legs, wondering what colour her panties were.

"The facial," Kiera explained, noticing her son looking up her skirt.

"What about it?" he questioned, having a hard time focusing... so distracted by the nylons and the dimly seen upper reaches of her legs.

"Are you even listening to me?" Kiera asked, knowing exactly why he wasn't listening.

"Sorry, yes," Jeremy nodded, trying to focus on his mother's words. Sometimes eyeballs are so difficult to control!

"You like giving Eleanor a facial because it shows you have power over her, doesn't it?" Kiera asked.

"Yeah," Jeremy agreed. "Actually, you're right."

"You think you're superior to girls?" Kiera asked.

Jeremy decided to be blunt, "I've learned that some women like to be treated like sluts. And most of the time they're the ones you wouldn't expect... like Eleanor."

"Casey isn't a slut?"

"She likes to have sex, but...." Jeremy paused.

Kiera asked the inquiring question, "If it wasn't for the social hierarchy of high school, who would you date: Eleanor or Casey?"

"Eleanor," Jeremy admitted, "in a heartbeat."

"Other foot," Kiera ordered, deliberately moving the sole of her other foot directly onto her son's very hard cock.

Jeremy obeyed, happy to massage these nylon clad feet all night long. As she shifted to swap feet he got a far better glimpse between his mother's legs... and gasped... she wasn't wearing panties... and he'd just gotten a brief glimpse of his mother's completely shaved pussy.

"What?" Kiera asked, even though she knew from his gasp he had seen her hairless twat.

"Um, nothing," Jeremy answered.

"So why not date Eleanor?"

"I've considered it."

"The cheerleader and the jock never get married, you know," Kiera pointed out.

"I know," he nodded. "It's just... the thought of being subjected to all those people asking why is exhausting."

"Man up," Kiera ordered. "Don't worry about what others think. Do what you want to do."

Jeremy thought to himself. 'At the moment I want to fuck the living shit out of my mother.' He nodded and agreed, "Yeah."

"Well, I have to admit, Eleanor sure seemed to know her way around sucking a cock," Kiera assessed bluntly.

"Mom!" Jeremy gasped.

"What? I saw her take your entire dick in her mouth," Kiera continued. "Even though you're pretty well hung. Clearly you don't get that from your father."

"Mom!" Jeremy repeated, this time flattered.

"What? I haven't seen a real penis in almost two decades, but I do know a big one when I see it," Kiera really enjoying teasing her son. If he hadn't been her son, she would probably fuck him right here and now... her pussy was quite wet.

"You haven't had sex since before I was born?" Jeremy asked, knowing he would be more than willing to help her with that.

"I didn't say that," Kiera replied with a playful smile.

There was a long pause as Jeremy processed his mother's words.

Finally he offered, "You're a lesbian?"

"Bingo! It's 2017," Kiera said with a smile, before adding, "I can be whatever I want to be."

Jeremy was disappointed. In one sentence she had crushed his fantasy of fucking his mother... a dream that had seemed to be becoming a possibility was suddenly swept off the table.

Kiera added, wanting to make sure her son knew she also liked cock, mischievously wanting to keep his obvious Mommy fantasy alive, "I prefer to play both sides."

"You're bisexual?" Jeremy asked, praying that was what she meant.