Dillon's Mommy

"Well I guess I will have to shower after all. Now get out of here so I can get to work on time, and make sure that room of yours is clean when I get home from work, and while you're at it, clean the kitchen as well. The mop is in the laundry room." She told him, trying to press her domination and see if he would submit to doing work around the house that he normally didn't do.

Dillon left the room and wondered why he had to do all that. The kitchen was his mom's chore. He hadn't been bad or upset his mother. Then he just thought about the fact that he had just fucked his mother twice and that he should probably do as he was told or he may not get that anymore.

When Grace got home that evening, Dillon's room and the kitchen were spotless. Thrilled with her ability to control Dillon she smiled and went to her room and got out of her work clothes. As always when home, she dressed in a sexy silky pair of pajamas and covered it with a long silk robe. She returned to the living room where Dillon was sitting on his favorite recliner watching TV.

"Hello sweetheart. How was your day?" She asked as she approached him.

"Fine thanks." He replied as him mother invaded his space by leaning over and kissing him on the top of the head, her hands here resting on the arm rests of the recliner.

"Thank you for cleaning your room and the kitchen. That makes mommy very happy." She told him. Not standing up. Her massive tits dangled in front of Dillon's face and he stared, mesmerized by them. Grace noticed, "You like mommy's boobies don't you baby?" She asked, using the word boobies on purpose and a voice one would use for a little child.

Dillon just nodded, never taking his eyes off them.

"Go ahead, you were a really good boy today, doing what mommy asked. You can touch them."

Dillon reached up and lifted them both, one with each hand. He was surprised by their weight. He squeezed them methodically, loving the feel of the silky material that encased them. He could feel her nipples harden from his touch, and his prick responded in kind. Grace noticed this immediately as he was only wearing a loose fitting pair of athletic shorts with no underwear.

"You like how they feel sweety?" She asked as she leaned onto one arm and slid her other hand up his exposed thigh. "You can suck them, go ahead, take 'em out." Her hand was now snaking up the leg of his shorts and getting dangerously close to his swollen dick.

Dillon reached inside the "V" neck of her silky PJ's and fished out both tits one at a time. Then squeezing them roughly, he found one nipple with his mouth and sucked it in hard. He flicked the nub with his tongue as he sucked it with purpose.

"Mmmmmmmmmm." Grace moaned as her hand found the throbbing twig in his shorts. "That feels nice Dil. Mommy likes her big boobies played with." Her hand was now caressing his manhood and he was loving every second.

Dillon switched nipples and Grace encouraged him even more. He sucked and squeezed and suddenly with little warning his needle dick exploded in his mother's hand, making a mess of her hand and his shorts. He grunted loudly as his disgusted mother stroked him to completion. The whole ordeal again took merely a few minutes.

"Oh too bad, Mommy was going to let you fuck her, but you didn't last long enough." She told him, removing her cum soaked hand from his shorts. She placed it in front of Dillon's face and he began licking his mess from her hand. He knew refusing was not an option. Grace made him lick her whole hand clean, even had him suck each digit as though it was a small cock, or as Grace thought to herself as he did it...My fingers are as big as his pathetic little prick. When he finished, Grace stood up, put her tits back in her pajamas and told Dillon dinner would be ready in about an hour. Dillon got up and went to his room to clean up and change his clothes.

Over the next couple of weeks, This trend continued, but as Grace gained more and more control of her submissive son, she would reward him less often, but continued to expect the same if not more work and obedience from him. He accepted this for a while until finally one day he rebelled. One evening after arriving home from work, Grace noticed that Dillon had not done as he was asked to do that day.

"Dillon John, Get in here this instance!" She barked when she noticed dishes still in the sink from this morning and clothes still in the hamper in the laundry room.

Dillon arrived in the kitchen sporting an attitude. "What?" he snapped.

"Didn't I say I wanted the laundry done and the kitchen cleaned when I got home tonight?"

"So!"

"Well those things don't appear to be done." She said as she sifted through the mail in her hands.

"I Know."

"You will do them this instant." She barked.

"I'm not your slave!" He insisted.

She wanted to yell, Yes you are. However, her answer was, "No you aren't but if you ever want any more of mommy's sugar, you will do as you are told."

"I don't care, I don't need it!" He yelled.

Grace knew he would do as he was told eventually, but instead of having a standoff and getting everyone all upset, she changed tactics. She walked slowly and sexily to the kitchen table. She placed the mail and her purse down on it and began to unbutton the blouse she was wearing, revealing the silky royal purple bra holding her huge tits. "Now baby, we both know that's not true. We both know you can't resist Mommy's big round titties and her big smooth pussy." Her hands were massaging her titts and pinching her nipples through the bra now.

Dillon's prick was rock hard in moments. He just stood and stared.

Grace lifted her skirt up exposing her matching purple thong. She slid her finger along her slit over the material. "Now you know you want mommy's sugar don't you?"

Dillon just nodded.

Grace turned around, bent over the table and pulled the thong across one of her big round ass cheeks. Dillon could see her fat pussy lips open invitingly. He immediately rushed behind his mother as he pulled his shorts down. Just as he got to her, she put her hand over her blooming flower.

"You will do your chores like mommy asks right?"

"Yes mother."

Grace moved her hand and Dillon sunk his little pecker balls deep in his mother's pussy. He began his usual jack hammering and Grace began her usual apathy. She grabbed the mail that was in front of her on the table and continued sifting through it as she encouraged her son.

"Oh yeah, that's mommy's big boy. Give it to me. Show mommy what you got. Oh yeah, that's it. You're gonna make mommy come!" She said with a totally monotone voice, all the while she was opening letters and flipping through the grocery store weekly ad.

Dillon noticed her indifference, but didn't care at that moment, as within a couple minutes he was about to come. He grunted and unloaded his seed inside his mother. When he was done, he lay across her back huffing and puffing.

"Now sweety, clean up the mess you have made in mommy's pussy." She commanded.

Dillon withdrew from her sloppy cunt and before he could get his tongue in there, a big glob landed on the kitchen floor. He licked up the rest and Grace actually enjoyed it. Her son was at least good at licking her cunt. When she had had enough, she pushed him from between her legs and demanded he clean up the mess on the floor and do as he was told earlier. She retired to her bedroom. The pussy licking had gotten her pretty revved up, so she undressed, grabbed one of her vibrators and got herself off before dressing in her usual evening attire and heading to the kitchen to make dinner. Of course Dillon was assiduously doing his chores when she walked in.

"Now that's mommy's good boy. See how nice mommy can be when you behave?"

Dillon was at the sink cleaning the dishes. Grace walked up behind him and rubbed her massive tits against his back while reaching around to grab his now inflating dick. She rubbed up and down on both a few times until he was rock hard, just to show him how she could get him excited even when he was mad at her. Then she just walked away and fixed the two of them dinner. At dinner Dillon got the nerve up to ask why Grace was so indifferent when he was fucking her earlier. Grace delicately explained that it takes a real man with a real dick, no, a real cock, to satisfy his mommy. He knew what she meant about a real cock, but asked what she meant by a real man.

Dillon said, "I'm a real man."

"Oh honey, you are a sweetheart, but a real man? I don't think so."

He made her try to explain it, but she couldn't make him understand. So she told him she would have to show him. He didn't understand again.

"I'll bring one home tomorrow after work." She told him. You make sure you are hidden in mommy's closet, and you can watch and see what Mommy means."

Dillon accepted that, and the two had a nice quiet evening after Dillon did all of the dishes and made his mom coffee to enjoy after dinner.

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The next day Dillon got a text from his mother at the usual time for her to be home.

On the way home, make sure you hide well so my real man can't see you.

Mommy

Dillon had already put a chair in the walk-in closet of his mother's room. So he got in and closed the door, leaving it open just enough that he had a clear view of his mother's bed. The 20 minutes it took for his mother and her lover to arrive seemed like an eternity. Finally he heard the front door open and voices permeated the silence of the house. His mother giggled like a school girl as the voices got louder. Then they were in the room. The sounds of kissing could be heard, but Dillon still couldn't see the action because they were not near the bed. He wondered who was with his mother. He heard the sound of a buckle being undone.

"Where it is?" He heard his mother inquire. "Where is that magnificent cock of yours?"

Then there was the sound of a zipper and the buckle hitting the floor.

"Ooooooh, there it is." He heard her speak enthusiastically. Then there was the distinct sound of cock sucking. Loud, deliberate cock sucking. There was slurping and Dillon could hear his mother's bracelets clanging together. She must be stroking him. He thought. His little prick was growing fast in his pants and he wanted to see what was happening. He didn't dare open the closet door or move for fear of being discovered. Suddenly his mother cried out.

"Nooooooooo!"

Dillon gasped wondering what was wrong. What he couldn't see was his mother's lover had pulled his cock from her mouth and was holding it out of her reach.

"Please no, please, let me have it. Let me have that big, fat, beautiful cock of your pleeeeeeeeeeease."

Dillon was dumbfounded. What was happening out of his view?

His mother's lover cock smacked Grace on both cheeks. "You want this?" He teased, stroking it within inches of her face.

"Yes!" She desperately answered. Reaching up with her hands to grab it, Grace's lover smacked one of them hard.

Dillon heard the slap and again gasped. This time he was sure someone heard him. What was that?

"Not 'til I say slut!"

Dillon couldn't believe this man had called his mother a slut. He waited for his mother to slap this man or yell at him or something...but there was nothing. All he heard was his mother pleading.

"Please, baby, please let me suck it some more. You know I want it. You know I need it. I'll suck it reeeeeeeeeal good. You know I will."

Dillon was flabbergasted. Who was this woman, and what did she do with his strong willed mother? Then there were more sounds of cock sucking and the man talking to her.

"You are such a good slut Gracey."

"Gracey?" His mother hated it when someone called her that. She always told people, I am not a five year old, my name is Grace if you don't mind." But there was no suck demand now.

"Suck it you little cock whore. Get it nice and hard so I can fuck that big, fat, juicy cunt of yours."

Then Dillon heard his mother actually moan as though she was enjoying this man's words. Dillon didn't know what to do with all this information. One thing he did know though was that even if he couldn't see what was going on, it sure did make his little dick hard. He squeezed it through his shorts, staring out the open closet door wondering when he would finally see something. It wasn't long before he got an eyeful.

"Get up!" Dillon heard the man demand. "It's time to fuck. I don't have all night. My wife is expecting me home soon."

Once again Dillon was surprised. Not only was she letting this man treat her this way, he was a married man. Then suddenly he saw the two lovers come into view. Holy shit it's her boss Jerry. Dillon had met him a couple times over the years at the company picnics and in the office when Dillon had visited for whatever reason. Jerry had always been so nice to him and so respectful to his mom. Dillon never imagined he could be like this. Jerry still had his shirt and tie on, but his pants and shoes were missing. Grace was still fully dressed. She wore her usual high heels, and knee length pleated skirt and a matching spaghetti strap camisole top. Her tits filled out that top to the fullest. Dillon knew she must have worn a cover sweater or jacket to work, as she knew it was not professional to let her shoulders be seen and her tits to be flaunted in the workplace like they were at this moment.

The couple finally reached the bed. While still standing next to it, Jerry reached up under the loose fitting top and squeezed Grace's tits roughly through her strapless bra. Then he yanked the bra down so he could actually feel the soft silky flesh of those magnificent tits. He found each nipple and pinched it roughly, invoking a deep lustful moan from Grace. Dillon watched as this man antagonistically assaulted his mother's breasts for several minutes. All this time Grace whimpered and groaned with pleasure, laying her head back against his shoulder and pushing her chest out against his effort. Dillon now had his hand down his shorts and he was stroking his pee pee like a man possessed. Oh how he wished he was the one fondling his mother's chest.

Suddenly Jerry pulled his hands from under her top, stepped back a bit before placing his hand in the middle of Grace's back and pushed her forward to bend her over the bed. Grace relented to his will, placing her hands on the bed. Her top fell forward to her armpits. With the bra around her middle below them and the top bunched up above them, her massive dangling tits were in full view. Jerry reached for the hem on Grace's skirt and lifted it up and over her large round ass, exposing her thigh high stockings, garter belt and thong. She always wore those kinds of undergarments, as it made her feel sexy and perpetuated the regal nature she liked to portray. Dillon saw Jerry grab the string of her thong and pull it over her left ass cheek. Then suddenly he noticed it.

OH my Fucking gawd! That thing is gigantic. Dillon saw Jerry grab his cock and line it up with his mother's drooling, swollen pussy. Jerry teased Grace with it, sliding the head along the entire length of her dangling pussy lips. Dillon wondered what it would be like to wield such a cock. He watched as Jerry slapped Grace's pussy with his imposing tool. She was so wet that it made a splat sound causing her juices to sprinkle onto her thighs.

"Fuck me!" She begged. "Please stop teasing me. Fuck me now!"

Jerry indulged her, Driving his entire length into her with one powerful stroke.

"FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Grace screamed appreciatively.

Jerry didn't withdraw his cock. He just moved his hips around on a circular motion rooting his cock about inside Grace's saturated hole, causing her to whimper lustfully. Finally after a few moments of this, Jerry began a forceful, rhythm of fucking Grace. There was no tenderness, there was just unadulterated wanton fucking. And this went on for what seemed an eternity to Dillon as he watched his mother scream dirty things and asked to be fucked harder and deeper while her lover called her every filthy name in the book and she just ate it up. It lasted long enough for Dillon to stroke himself to completion twice and Grace to orgasm twice as well. The first time Dillon grunted so loud he thought the lovers would hear for sure. However, they were so lost in their own lust that they wouldn't have heard the house come down around them. The second time he bit his lip and kept quiet.

Finally Jerry declared his impending climax. He pulled his cock from Grace and blasted his load all over her ass, pussy and skirt. The load was so big that it dripped down her legs onto her stockings and dripped from her pussy lips. Grace collapsed on the bed drained from the experience. Jerry half-heartedly thanks Grace and told her he would see her tomorrow at the office before putting his pants on and leaving quickly.

Dillon heard the front door close and creeped from the closet. Grace rolled onto the bed on her back satiated form her bosses buggering. He legs flopped open and so did her stretched pussy lips. She didn't hear Dillon come from the closet, actually forgetting he was there. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. Dillon stood next to the bed looking at his mother for quite a while. Her tits were hanging out and falling toward the side of her body. Her used cum covered pussy laid flapped open and he couldn't help but get hard again. His lust for her inviting pussy over took him and without saying a word, he dove face first into that filthy cunt. He licked it from bottom to clit. He sucked her clit and lapped up the juices dripping from it.

"Mmmmmmm," Grace moaned, surprised by his touch until she looked up and realized who was between her legs. Dillon sucked her clit hard. "Easy baby, mommy is a bit sore after taking that big fat cock. Be nice, tender, gentle, Mommy needs a little TLC after that"

Dillon did exactly as he was told, licking tenderly and gently until not only was Grace's pussy clean, but until she had her third orgasm. When she had achieved that orgasm she pulled her son up to cuddle with her. Noticing he was hard she rewarded him with a slow methodical hand job while he sucked on her breast. When she was just about to unleash his little dribble of a load, Grace directed it to her tits, and then of course made him clean his mess. The two of them lay on the bed in the afterglow for quite a while until Grace announced she was hungry and ordered Dillon to go pick up some food at the local Chinese restaurant. They never really discussed the events of the night until a few weeks later when Dillon brought it up.

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Dillon was furiously pumping away at his mother's sloppy cunt. Grace was lying on her stomach with her big round ass turned up just slightly. Dillon was between her legs trying with all his might to fuck his mother like he had seen Jerry do not long ago. His little cock was only penetrating a few inches into Grace's pussy because her ass was in the way and she was purposely making the angle difficult for Dillon. She felt such contempt for his little prick and she was now actually being mean when she let him fuck her. She did however find the control she had over her wimpy son quite a turn on, and having a little slave who would do anything she asked was great. All she had to do was let him put his little pencil dick in her occasionally or let him suck he big fat tits. So she kept moving her ass up and down and enjoyed listening to her boy struggle to get it in and enjoy his fucking. It was a little game she loved to play, and it actually turned her on.

"Give it to me big boy!" Grace teased. "Give mommy that big ole cock of yours. Show me what you got." The whole time she was encouraging him; she was leaning on her elbows and thumbing through a People magazine.