“You like that, don’t you?” he said.
“Yes, Master,” I admitted, as I began bouncing back on his cock, wanting it as deep as possible inside me.
“Come now, Mommy cum-bucket, ass slut, slave, three hole incestuous whore, submissive Mommy-slut, son fucker,” he listed off, until I erupted.
“Yessss, Mother fucker!” I screamed as another orgasm hit me.
He fucked me for another minute of my orgasm, before pulling out as we both collapsed side by side, completely spent.
As I cuddled into him, a strange calmness after the recent intensity warmed me.
He was my Master, I was his cum bucket.
But, he was also my son and I his mother.
Somehow we had combined the best of both worlds together.
He whispered, “I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, son,” I said, with a smile to myself.
“Merry Christmas,” he said.
I looked up at him, a wicked smile on my face, and added, “Wait until New Year’s Eve.”
“Just tell me,” he ordered.
“You sounded just like your father,” I finally revealed.
“When?” he asked, confused.
“When you were dominating Brittany,” I answered, looking down as if trying to avoid eye contact.
“Oh,” he said.
I continued, “Your father was very demanding in the bedroom. I even still obey him now.”
“What?” he asked, as he was clearly processing the strange revelations.
I didn’t plan to let him know this yet, but I figured what the heck. “I still wear nylons for him every day.”
“Oh,” he asked, looking down at my stocking legs and feet.
“Your father insisted I wear nylons every day for him and I…” I paused again.
“And what?” he asked, drawn into my seduction, completely unaware I was seducing him in an attempt to make him take control of me.
“It’s just, I don’t want you to think less of me, Cody,” I said, looking nervous and embarrassed. My years of acting in drama productions were finally paying off.
“What Mom, nothing you say can make me think less of you,” he said, all compassionate.
“Well, its, just, um, your father was my Master,” I blurted out.
“Oh,” he said, the new revelation marinating in his head.
“And although neither you or anyone else saw it in our day to day lives, except that I always wore thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my conservative teacher attire,” I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, “in the bedroom he was the Master and I the obedient submissive.”
“I can’t believe it,” he finally said.
Wanting to pile shock onto shock, I added, “So hearing you be dominant to Brittany, calling her names and pounding her asshole, or what did you call it? Shit hole? Well, that brought back memories of your father using me as his three hole, his three hole, um…”
“You’ve said this much, Mom,” he said, hanging on my every word.
“His three hole cum bucket,” I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my head in my hands… attempting to win an Oscar for best performance in an incest seduction.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” he asked, sitting down beside me and putting his hand on my leg.
“You must think I’m some kind of fucked-up slut,” I answered, tears forming.