Chapter 05 - Mother Becomes A Player
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Mike was trying to watch the game but his mind kept returning to those few
weeks twenty years ago when Fran Feinstein swept into his life like a tornado.
Fourteen and hard as a rock every minute he was in her presence.
In terms of time, it had been brief, maybe six weeks. After the night he had
hid in the closet and watched his mother and gotten to participate, Fran and
Morty had only resided at Terrace Place a few more days.
Of course, a lot happened in that brief span and not all of it had involved
Mike. For the next couple of days, Mike had fucked Fran in the afternoon and
slept in his Mother's bed at night. He and his Mom didn't discuss it or even say
much. At their usual bedtime, they would climb into her big bed and have sex. He
would go down on her until she climaxed then she would suck him for a while and
then he would mount her for nice long fuck. He did a number of things to his
Mother that Fran had taught him. He loved to eat his Mother's butt and have her
do his. Mom did whatever he requested. She seemed as much under Fran's control
as he was. Sixty-nine seemed to be her favorite. He determined that by how
prolonged the time she could maintain an orgasm and her willingness to keep at
it repeatedly. But as far as saying anything about what they were doing, Mom
never spoke a word. Mike thought it was strange how she seemed to enjoy the sex
but was deeply troubled by it at the same time.
On Friday, Mike had just finished dumping a load of cum in Fran when she
announced, "Tomorrow night there's a party and Morty and I are taking your Mom."
"What kind of party?"
"It's an S&M party."
"What's S&M? Sounds like a candy?"
"Candy, I'll have to tell the group that one. Its' S&M not M&M. S&M stands for
sado-masochism. Basically, it's an excuse for a lot of kinky sex."
"Can I go?" asked Mike.
"Nope, you got to be 21 or older, they don't even let eighteen year olds in.
It's a legal issue," said Fran
"What do you need my Mom for?"
"She's going as Morty and my slave girl, we'll dress her for the part, she'll
have a good time," said Fran.
"Will you and Morty fuck her?" asked Mike
"Probably, or we might trade her for the evening for another couple's slave or
we could just let anyone that wants her, have a piece, Morty and I usually play
it by ear, It can get intense at times and highly erotic, spankings, whippings,
group gropes, tit torture, your Mom will get a big play since she's a newbies
and the men and women there have never fucked her," said Fran.
"I wish I could go."
"Me too, I wish I could take you as my slave boy but showing up with a
fourteen year old boy would freak the place out. They insist everyone stick to
the rules or they kick your ass out."
Saturday night, Mike had been watching television when his Mother appeared in
the living room dressed to go to the party with Fran and Morty.
"Wow," was all that Mike managed when he looked at his Mother. She was wearing
a leather bra top that was skimpy enough that it only hid the very front of her
breasts. It was the kind of thing you expected a tit to pop completely free if
the wearer made a sudden movement. His mother had a studded dog collar around
her neck. The skirt was leather, slit up one side to where it reached the belt.
Shoes were a platform high heel pump with straps that wrapped around her ankles
a couple of turns buckling in the back. The effect of such a high heel was to
push his Mother's ass out provocatively.
"Where did you get the outfit?" asked Mike
"Fran took me this afternoon to a place downtown near where the adult theatres
are located. She made me strip naked in the store and try everything on. I stood
there stark nude surrounded by perverts. They all stopped trying to pick out an
adult video to masturbate with and just watched me while Fran had me try things
on from the area of the store where they sold 'fetish apparel'" said Mom.
"I've never seen heels that high, they make your ass stick out," said Mike.
"They're six inch stiletto heels. They're called 'fuck me' pumps because of
how they push your bottom out."
"And you were really naked right there in the store?"
"Totally, not a stitch of clothes, I stood there while these creeps in
raincoats watched me try things on. Fran kept threatening to let them have me if
I didn't cooperate."
"You look very hot," said Mike wishing he could take his Mother into the
bedroom for a quick fuck before she left.
"Want to see the panties she picked out?"
"Yea, show me," answered Mike
Mike's Mom lifted the tiny skirt to reveal an equally tiny black silk panty
that was separated in the crotch. When she turned around, Mike saw that there
was only a thin strip of material in the crack of her ass. Her butt cheeks were
completely uncovered.
"They're crotch less so all you have to do is put your hand there and I'm
available."
"Well, you look very sexy, it was nice of Fran to help you pick it out even if
she did make you get naked."
"That's wasn't all she did. After we bought the outfit, she marched me still
naked over to one of those video booths and we went inside. She called it a
'gloryhole'. She put some quarters in the machine and hardcore porn appeared on
a small screen. Then the guy in the next booth stuck his cock through a hole in
the wall separating the booths. That hole in the wall is what makes it a
'gloryhole', mostly it's for queers to suck off other queers but Fran made me
kneel down on the filthy floor and suck the guy's cock."
"What did he look like?" asked Mike.
"How should I know I only saw his cock? After he came in my mouth, she made
me suck five more guys off through the gloryhole. She called it a 'whores six
pack'"
"Wish I could have been there and seen that."
"I sure you do. Fran said for me to bring you over to her apartment when I
leave. She wants you to see her outfit also."
Mike recalled that he almost leapt off the couch to go to the door; but
controlled himself enough to hold it open for his mother to pass through ahead
of him. As she did, he reached down and felt under her skirt to fell the bare
flesh of her ass. His Mom just smiled at him and sighed. Man he would have given
anything to be going to that party.
Across the hall, Mike's first glance at Fran created an instant hardon. Fran was
wearing thigh high leather boots with a platform sole and six-inch heels. Her
dress was a body hugging mini dress that barely covered her ass and was also
slit to the waist. The front of the neckline was open to Fran's navel and her
huge 38DD tits were only partially covered. Fran's blonde hair was pulled back
into a French twist. On each side of her waist, a couple of different types of
whips hung down. At fourteen, Mike did not know what a dominatrix looked like
but today when he heard the term, he pictured the way Fran looked that night.
"Inez, I need to redo your make-up," was all Fran said as she looked at
Mike's Mom. Then she led her off to the bedroom.
Morty had on leather pants and a leather vest with no shirt covering his
skinny chest.
"Wish you could come with us, but rules are rules," said Morty.
"Yea, I wish I could to," said Mike a little surprised that Morty was talking
to him.
"Your Mom will enjoy herself. Fran and I will see to that," said Morty as Fran
and Inez returned.
"Better huh?" said Fran referring to the make-up on Inez's face. Mike's mom
now had bright blood red lips and a very heavy application of eye shadow and
mascara. She looked like a street whore.
"Show Mike how I fixed your tits," said Fran
Mike's Mom didn't hesitate to pull a breast out of the leather bra to show
Mike that Fran had applied lipstick to darken her nipples. Each one stood out
like a dark red button in the center of her breast.
"Gives the person wielding a whip a better target to shoot for," said Fran.
After they left, Mike went back to his place and read a book about S&M that
Fran had loaned him. It got him hard and he played with himself as he read about
whippings and prolonged torture of male and female genitals. God, I would love
it if I could be Fran's slave and she whipped my cock until I screamed for her
to stop. Finally, around two in the morning, Mike got into his Mother's bed and
fell asleep.
Mike slept late and when he woke up his Mother was asleep curled up in a ball
beside him. He decided not to wake her and got up, made himself some breakfast
and then went for a long bicycle ride down by the river. It was after noon when
he returned. His mother was sitting at the breakfast table drinking a cup of
coffee.
"How was it last night?" asked Mike anxious to hear what happened. He leaned
down and gave his Mother a kiss on her lips.
"I guess you want the blow by blow or more accurately the fuck by fuck."
"I'd like to hear what happened," said Mike
"I don't know how long I can go on like this. That woman has broken any will I
might have to resist. At first I tried to stop her and she had to use liquor and
drugs to get me to do the perverted and disgusting things she wanted. Now I just
do them because she asks me too. It's like I want to please her. Yesterday she
told me to strip naked in a crowded store full of men and I did it. Then she
told me to go into that video booth and suck the cocks of strangers and I did
that. Last night, I did every twisted perversion Fran wanted and I did it
because I wanted to please her. I've fallen completely under her spell. It's as
if I have no will of my own."
"She even has me fucking my own son. Nothing could be sicker than that. I've
violated both Man and God's law and all at the crook of Fran Feinsteins little
finger. Is that how it is for you?"
"I just do what she says because I want to, I don't need to think about it or
justify it. And I 'm not worried about any laws God or Mans."
"And you want to hear about last night. You want to sit there and get your
cock hard while I tell you about the party and every horrible thing your Mother
did."
"Yes, what happened?" asked Mike.
"I'll tell you but pull it out first so I can see it. If you can get a hardon
listening to what I did last night, I can at least be honest and watch your
hardon grow as I tell you all about it. Then after I've finished, you can take
me into the bedroom and fuck me."
"All right," said Mike fishing his semi-hard cock out of his jeans. Mike
thought at the time that his Mom was definitely undergoing a change in attitude.
"I say there were about fifty people there at any one time. People arrived and
left during the course of the evening so fifty is a guess. Everyone was dressed
in leather. The party was held in an old theatre; the one near the train station
so there was a stage. As we were walking in, Fran attached a leash to my collar
like I was a dog. We got there early and most people hadn't arrived.
Everyone there seemed to know Fran and Morty. I gather Fran is regarded as the
premier dominatrix among all the Mistresses present. The guests were people who
practice what is called the BDSM lifestyle. They get their kicks by combining
sex with things like whippings and torture. I won't go into all that; you've got
the rest of your life to learn about sexual perversions. I had been there only a
few minutes when Fran introduced me as her slave to Master Robert who along with
his wife Eloise were hosting the party."
Fran offered me to Master Robert and before I know it I was on my knees
sucking his cock while he stood at the entrance greeting all the rest of his
guests. He told everyone I was Fran's slave and called Slave Inez. After I
swallowed his cum, Fran took me up on the stage and chained me on my back to a
cushioned platform in the center of the stage. She then announced to the crowd
that since I was new, that I was available for anyone who wanted me for the next
two hours.
"How many men fucked you?" asked Mike as he slowly stroked his cock. He
pictured his mother spread out with her tits pulled out of the leather bra and
man after man mounting her and releasing cum into her cunt.
"It wasn't only men. There were women with dildos and even couples where they
screwed me together. There were a number of times I had three cocks in me."
"Wow, that sounds so fucking hot. They fucked your ass and mouth while they
were screwing your pussy too. I wish I could have been there."
"Yes, once a woman sat on my face while her husband and brother fucked me in
my ass and pussy. Then after they climaxed in me, she sucked their sperm out of
my asshole. These people are incredibly perverted and sick. Once I found Morty
on top screwing me while Fran sat over my face, commanding me to suck somebody's
cum out of her ass while Morty screwed me. I tasted cum and shit at the same
time. "
"God, that sounds hot, so how many did you screw?"
"I don't know, twenty, thirty, forty, maybe everyone there. I swallowed so
much cum I felt full like I had eaten a big meal."
"Did Fran come and get you after two hours?" asked Mike.
"Yes, and she took me to this big bathroom they all use and chained me to a
commode so I was what they called a toilet slave. Someone had removed the booth
walls so there were eight commodes all lined up with no privacy. There were long
benches in front of each commode bowl. I was placed on my back and my arms
chained above my head around the bowl. The back of my head was directly over the
commode bowl. They chained a young male slave to the commode to my left and a
young female slave to my right. The young male was new and he was crying and
begging them to leave him alone. His mistress kept saying that he was
embarrassing her and stated whipping his cock with a riding crop. He began
screaming. She kept it up until he passed out.
"Your head was in the commode bowl?" asked Mike
"Suspended directly over it, supported by a wire brace that extended from the
bench I was lying on. Someone who knew what he was doing designed them. Fran
announced that since I was her slave she was going first. She told me to open up
my mouth she was going to pee in it and I was to swallow every drop. At first I
refused but she took a pair of pliers out of her pocket and grabbed my nipple
and crushed it. I screamed with the pain. Several people came over to watch Fran
working on me."
"So did she piss in your mouth? I love it when she makes me swallow her pee."
"Yes, do you have any idea what it feels like for someone to pinch your
nipple with pliers? The pain is indescribable. I opened up my mouth and held it
open while she emptied her bladder. I swallowed as much as I could. They had
revived the young man beside me and he was crying and begging his Mistress not
to piss in his mouth but I could see out of the corner of my eye that she had
forced his mouth open with something called an O-ring gag and she was dribbling
urine in his mouth as he choked and spit. I smelled shit and looked to my other
side to see the young girl slave holding her mouth open as her Master pushed out
a long turd directly in her mouth. She was taking it in as it slowly emerged
from his asshole."
"Did Fran make you swallow a lot of pee?" asked Mike
"It seemed like a lot but she stopped with me and move to other toilet slaves.
Fran was replaced by Morty who started by drooling spit in my mouth and making
me swallow it. It made my stomach perform flip-flops as his slimy spit enters my
mouth. Somehow it seemed even more disgusting than piss but the worst was yet to
come. Fran and the other Mistress went to work on the boy at the next commode. I
looked over to see that Fran had coated her arm and hand with some form of white
cream and she was working first her hand and then her arm up his ass."
"His Mistress kept saying, 'Beg me to let you eat my shit'. The boy was
screaming. I could see that Fran's arm was inside his asshole up past her elbow
and she was twisting his balls with the other hand. The young man was screaming
his head off from the pain. All the time his Mistress and Master were pissing in
his open mouth. Finally he started begging the two of them to let him eat their
shit. The girl beside me was chewing and swallowing in rapid succession to take
the long turd coming out of her Master's asshole."
"This story is really turning me on," said Mike as he stroked his hard cock.
"The boy's Master positioned his asshole over the boy's mouth and began to
shit pebble size turd into the boy's mouth. He was chewing them up and
swallowing then down as fast as he could. Fran left the boy to the couple and
came over to me."
"Your turn, I hope you like your shit fresh because that's the way you are
going to get it, body temperature and right out of my asshole, open up, Inez"
said Fran as she squatted her asshole over my face.
"I was too afraid to do anything but open my mouth as wide as it would go. I
could see her butt hole stretch open and a brown spot appear that grew bigger as
her butt hole spread. Finally, it pushed out past her sphincter and my nose was
filled with the strong aroma of shit. In another second, the warm turd reached
my lips and for the second time in all my life I was tasting and eating shit. I
heard Fran grunt and the turd reached my tongue and I bit into it and started to
chew with my back teeth while keeping my lips around the other end. I swallowed
her shit and managed to keep it down although my stomach was churning."
"I heard the Mistress say to the young man beside me that his lack of
enthusiasm had embarrassed her and she was going to make him pay for it. The
young man was too busy eating her husband's shit to comment. Fran's turd
finished and the last of it went into my stomach. Fran was replaced by Morty who
delivered several hard pebbles like turds I chewed up and swallowed. I watched
Fran was going from commode to commode dropping her turds in each slave's mouth.
Several other women and men squatted over me and before long I lost count of how
much piss and shit I had swallowed. The activity seemed to trail off and I saw
several of the toilet slaves being unchained from the benches and sent into the
shower stall to clean up. But Fran had one more ordeal planned for me."
"What was that?" said Mike who could no longer hold back and shot cum all over
his hand. He wiped it off with his tee shirt and returned to stroking his cock.
"Fran made me open my mouth to accept an O-ring gag she buckled behind my
head. Then he brought this enormous fat woman over to me and had her squat over
my face. The woman must have weighed over three hundred pounds. Her butt was a
mass of wrinkles and its surface looked like cottage cheese. Fran announced that
Gloria had been suffering from a little discomfort from constipation over the
past few days. Fran said that only a moment ago, Gloria had just taken a
powerful laxative and was just dying to relieve herself. I could see that
everyone had gathered to watch whatever Fran planned."
"Go ahead, drown her in shit," said Fran to that monument to human gluttony.
"The next thing I knew, her asshole exploded a rain of black, evil smelling
diarrhea all over my head. It was loose and went in my mouth and down my throat
and it kept coming and coming. The taste was terrible and it burned my tongue.
My stomach was clenching and unclenching as I was forced to swallow. After a
while, Gloria stopped and moved over to the blonde slave beside me. I guess the
girl had witnessed what happened to me because she stared begging them not to
let Gloria shit in her mouth. I could see through the shit covering my face as a
tidal wave of evil smelling black shit splattered on the girl's face and mouth.
She was trying to scream through the O-ring gag but all that was coming out were
gurgling sounds. At the very end, an enormous soft black turd flew into the
girls mouth and she was forced to eat it or choke to death."
"I heard several people congratulate Fran on getting Gloria to perform. Morty
unchained me and they pushed me into the shower with the other toilet slaves. We
all helped wash one another. The young man was sick. He was kneeling on the
shower room puking his guts out. His puke looked like a mixture of shit and
piss. The girl who had been beside me seemed okay. She looked at me and said
'Rough huh, I heard that Fran had Gloria on a diet of things like turnips and
cauliflower for the last two weeks. Her shit was awful.' They moved all of us
out of the shower to dry off. Next I found myself naked and on the stage."
"Fran came forward and she said that the mistresses were going to have a
whipping contest with a prize for accuracy. She told everyone that since I had
small tits I would be the target. I considered running but they would only have
caught me and brought me back and punished me. They tied me to a cross where my
arms were stretched over my head. My feet were tightly manacled to the floor but
spread wide and a leather belt around my waist to keep me from twisting and
turning. I couldn't move an inch."
"What did they use to whip your tits?" asked Mike who was stroking a very
hard cock.
"It was a bullwhip. Fran fitted me with protective eyewear. That was a good
thing since the first Mistress wasn't very accurate the whip landed on my
stomach."
"So it didn't hurt all that much," said Mike.
"It was hell, it was agony, I screamed in pain. It was like someone placed a
red-hot poker on my belly. Her next blow was still off and landed on my
shoulder. The tip of the whip snapped against my cheek. See the red place and
how it broke the skin. Her next and final one landed on my stomach but this
time, it was my navel. That one cut me and I started bleeding a little. They
each got three attempts and ten mistresses had lined up to compete. The next one
landed her first blow right on my nipple and I thought it had ripped it off. It
was a perfect shot and I passed out from the pain. I came to with Fran holding a
small bottle of poppers under my nose. I looked down to see my nipple was cut
and bleeding. That Mistress was accurate with the whip and all three blows
landed on my breasts. I was screaming with pain and begging them to stop but
that only encouraged them to try harder. I lost track of who did what after
that. I remember one of them missed my tits and landed the tip of the whip right
on my clitoris. I passed out again; but they quickly brought me around. I was
bleeding from a dozen different small cuts and the pain didn't stop even after
several minutes."
"Stand up, I want to see," said Mike.
Inez slowly stood up and open her bathrobe to reveal a body covered in small
cuts and bruises. Mike took one of his Mother's breasts in hand and examined it
closely.
"There are stitches around the nipple," said Mike.
"One of the Master's there was a doctor and he sews up any serious cuts. After
the ten mistresses were finished, Fran presented the winner with a bull whip
with a silver handle then she put on a demonstration of her skill which by the
way is phenomenal. Morty used poppers on me to make sure I was alert. Fran
called out 'right tit' and snapped the whip across my areola leaving my nipple
hanging by a thread of skin. Everyone applauded. Next she called my left tit and
did the same. I got a cut that time but my nipple stayed attached. Finally she
quickly yelled out 'clit' and the whip snapped between my legs and I saw stars.
I wished that I could pass out but I just kept screaming at the top of my lungs
until I ran out of air and just gasped. See where she cut me on my labia," said
Mother pointing to a jagged two inch cut across her pussy lips.
"They sewed my nipple back on while they whipped and tortured the other
slaves. The Mistress took the young boy slave she found fault with in the
bathroom and bent him over a whipping bench. She tied a leather strap around his
balls with the other end tied to the floor so tight I thought his nuts would rip
off. Then she got a long handle wooden paddle and went to work on his ass. She
swung it like a baseball bat. His butt went from pink to red to bloody before
she was done. When his butt looked like hamburger she dumped a bottle of alcohol
on it. You should have heard him scream. After that she shoved what they call a
'Man rammer' up his ass. It was the biggest dildo I've ever seen. She kept
pulling it back and then shoving it forward like a piston. He screamed every
time she pushed it in him."
"What did they do next?" Mike asked
"The blonde girl who was beside me in the restroom had huge breasts. They tied
her to a cross. Fran took these rubber rings and forced each tit through to
where the ring constricted the base. The ring was about as big as a silver
dollar and she used pliers to pull her breasts through piece by piece as the
poor girl screamed for her to stop. When Fran was done, her breasts looked like
over inflated large purple balloons after a few minutes. The veins were clearly
visible and raised above the surface of the skin. The nipples looked bizarre
like they were two inches long and full of blood. Fran took two pair of pliers
and grabbed each nipple and crushed it flat. Blood splattered all over Fran's
hands when the girls' nipples popped like tiny balloons. They brought her around
with poppers while Fran fitted two pieces of wood over the top and bottom of her
breasts then used wing nuts to close the boards together until I thought her
breasts were going to pop just like her nipples had. Next Fran took long needles
dipped them in alcohol and pushed them deep in each breast. She must have put
ten needles in each breast. The girls was screaming and bleeding like a stuck
pig. Finally, Fran took a rubber mallet and a meat skewer and hammered it
through her tit, and then she did the other. The girl kept passing out but Morty
was right there with poppers to revive her. Fran did several of the meat
skewers. I heard one of the Mistresses say that the girls tits would never look
as good. Fran had ruined them."
"Was it over?" Mike asked. He was getting anxious to take his Mother in the
bedroom and fuck her.
"Not quite, they took the young man that had given them so much trouble and
tied him up on his back. Fran got up on the table and covered his face with her
cunt just like she did me the other night. You could see him struggle for air.
His legs would shake. He would be straining like mad against the chains. At the
last minute, Fran would let him have some air. Everyone there was really turned
on by what Fran was doing. The Master, who sewed my nipple back on, bent me
over and fucked me while Fran smothered the young boy. He was really pounding it
into me and shot his load when the boy completely collapsed. I suppose he was
all right. But he was just lying there, not moving at all when we left."
"Let's go to your bedroom," said Mike
"All right, but take it easy on me, I hurt in a lot of places."
On the following Tuesday, Mike came home to see a moving van being loaded with
Fran and Morty's furniture. He rushed inside and found Fran watching her
household goods being packed.
"You're not moving," asked Mike in a panicky voice.
"Sorry kid but I sure am, Manager of the Lynn Center couldn't keep it in his
pants. Three of the women slapped him with a sexual harassment suit. I've been
offered his job but I have to relocate to Lynn ASAP. No more third shift
supervisor. I'm now the Manager of Boston Customer Service."
"But you can't leave" Mike stuttered.
"No choice, Never turn down a promotion, bad for your career, I have to move,
say goodbye to your Mom, Morty and I are going to miss your two," said Fran.
And that had been that. Mike had never heard from them again until last week.
Mike and his Mom had continued to sleep together for a few more days but by the
weekend, Mike's Mom told her son that he was no longer welcome in her bed.
Everything went back to the way it used to be.
Mike looked at the big screen television and wondered whether he ought to
cancel Saturday night. Putting Denise together with Fran and Morty might create
a situation that would spin out of control. No, let things play out. Lately,
Denise had been acting a little too prim and proper for Mike's taste. Her
comments about public morality and people having no morals conflicted with
Mike's knowledge of Denise running off to meet Larry, her ex fiance.
"I think it will be interesting to put Denise and Fran together and see what
shakes out," thought Mike.
