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.