Moms at Play

  Allison Sinclair giggled and pumped her arm in silent salute.  Her teenaged sonjust got punched in the cheek hard enough to break bone. She raised her fist and urged her chosen assailant to beat her own precious boy to a pulp. Most mothers would weep if they saw their fifteen year old boy getting pummeled that hard time and time again. Not Allison. She loved watching Tommy get hurt. She heard the damage being done to her son’s face and laughed. Of course it was more fun to beat the boy herself. But watching her Tommy getting beat uphad its charms.It’d do for now. Her Tommy was staggering about the concrete pool deck from the massive blows to his head. God she loved seeing her boy get hurt. She wasn’t mad at her son. She didn’t hate the boy. She wasn’t trying to teach him a lesson. She watching him get hurt. Almost as much a she enjoyed torturing the boy herself.

   Obviously Allison wasn't like most mothers. Although there are a lot more Moms like Allison out there than people might think. In fact,  just in the Boston area Allison herself knew more than a dozen wicked and sadistic women like herself, womenwho routinely arrange for their sons and their nephews and their husbands to get cruel beat downs. All the women did it for the same reason as Allison. They just loved seeing a man get hurt.Allison certainly was having fun today watching her little boy get the shit beat out of him. Especially since Tommy’s beating was entirely on her terms. She'd picked the time, she'd picked the place and she'd selected and seduced the young man currently pounding her hapless son into the ground.

"Hit him on the mouth Brian. See if you can split his lip open. Come on baby. Hit him hard brianslut. Make my little shit of a boy hurt darlin. Bust the little creep up real good and I'll let you put your face between my legs slut. You already made my cunt hot and wet when you broke his cheek just now."

  Allison spread her legs wide for Brian as she calmly sipped her margarita and egged on her champion. She had on a short skirt but no panties. Her slitreally was wet already. She was horny from watching her son get beat up. Brian looked at Allison’s glistening slit a long time. He licked his lips and reluctantly turned his attention back to his fight. In the six months he’d known Allison the man had become addicted to her. And especially to her pussy. He’d never been comfortable around women. Ms. Allison was different. She wasn’t like any other women Brian had known. Ms. Allison liked that he was a brute and not too intelligent. He’d do anything for his Ms. Allison. So he grabbed her little boy and started punching him again.

It wasn't a fair fight. Brian was seven years older than Allison’s son Tommy and outweighed the boy by fifty pounds. Brian also had real fight training. He'd competed locally in amateur Mixed Martial Arts fights. He'd had a dozen fights and he’d won them all. Allison had seen most of Brian's fights. She'd picked him as her favorite the night she watched Brian launch a flurry of kicks and punches that savaged another boy so badly it put the broken loser in the hospital for three days.

  Allison couldn't help herself. Watching boys beat each other senseless turned her on. She'd practically climaxed that night at the amateur fights when she heard the crunch from Brian's last kick.  She knew that wonderful sound. She was sure Brian had broken a couple of his opponent's ribs. She'd been front side so she heard the crack of bone breaking. And seen that wounded look in the other fighter's eyes. That's when she'd felt that familiar and wild and wicked sado-sexual desire overwhelm her.

    Check out the fans at the local Ultimate Fighter even. Notice how many of them are attractive women. Notice how many of them are really into the mayhem and viciousness of the fights. Listen to them shout for blood. There’s a lot of Moms in that group. Chances those women are there because they love seeing boys get hurt. And love hurting their own boys when they get a chance. Just like Allison Sinclair.

   That night she'd gone to watch some boys get beat to a pulp. And seen Brian. She’d seduced the not too bright young man that very night in a dark hallway leading to the locker room. He'd still been hot and sweaty from his fight when she’d mounted him. And rode him to a wickedly delightful orgasm. She'd made the boy-man hotter than he’d been in the ring pounding his last hapless opponent. And she’d started right in on training him to serve her.

  Brian was strong. He was skilled. He was fearless. When it came to fighting. But with women Brian was timid. And easily intimidated. Allison probed her warrior once she'd seduced him and got him to admit his attitude toward women had a lot to with some things his aunt had done to him as a boy. He'd been sexually abused in the most cruel and hurtful way. It'd made him a fighter and it'd made him a latent submissive.  Allison was intrigued by the revelation much more than she let on. But she didn't press Brian just then. She didn't need to. She could see that he was a classic closet submissive. Women scared him. Women like Allison intimidated him. Which made him the perfect choice for Allison.

  Brian was a slut. He just hadn't known that when he first met Allison. So she helped him unlock all those powerful feeling of inferiority and guilt and shame his Aunt had so conveniently instilled in the young boy. Allison helped Brian discover his true inner self, his true submissive destiny.  Allison trained him to serve women. She conditioned him to always think of himself as a worthless shit. Unless he was in the service of a woman,unless he obeying her and pleasing her and most of all,  suffering for her. It'd taken half a year to turn the man into a slut she could be proud of. And it'd worked far better than she'd hoped. Now Brian was her submissive. Her slut. Her slave. And soon her son Tommy would learn to be her slave as well.

  Given Brian's experience and strength and training the fight with Allison’s son Tommy was brutally one sided. It didn't help that Mommy had cuffed Tommy's hands behind his back. Nor did it help that Tommy was completely naked. And it certainly didn't help that Allison would stop the fight every few minutes so she could kick her son Tommy in the nuts half a dozen times. Hard. Allison was in complete control. Brian was simply one of her cruel tools. She could order him to do whatever she wanted done to her son and Brian would comply. And Tommy would suffer.

  Unfortunately for Allison her warrior Brian's heart wasn't totally in this cruel beat down. Brian was a conscript in this little event. He was a reluctant bully. He felt sorry for Tommy. Beating the boy silly like this reminded Brian of the way his Aunt had treated him all those years ago.  Brian was here against his better judgment, almost against will. He didn't want to hurt the boy. He didn't want to beat a pathetic kid to a pulp so the kid's Mom could get her jollies. Brian didn't enjoy hurting this innocent kid just so his gorgeous and sultry Mother could achieve an orgasm watching all the mayhem.

  Brian had beaten the boy every day for the last three days at Allison's insistence. He knew how the boy's Mommy could get all hot and excited watching her own son get savaged in a cruel and grossly unfair fight. He knew how she'd get so worked up she'd want him to beat her son senseless over and over again. She'd get so caught up in her own pleasure she'd want to see Tommy get hurt so bad he'd carry the damage forever. Brian knew all that and he hated himself for doing Allison's bidding like this. But in a perverse way he couldn't help himself. Especially when the wicked woman pushed him down on the chaise and spread her legs and slid her hot wet slit over his prick. Mrs. Sinclair was by far the best fuck Brian had ever known. She did things to his cock that almost made him forget how brutal she could be.

   Brian knew that obeying Allison, that hurting boys for her, that it was, well, it was wrong. But she turned Brian on so much. He didn’t know why. Sure, she was a knock out. And she had the sexy little grin, that leer she’d use on him. Even so, Brian knew she was using him for her own perverse pleasure. He tried to stop. But no matter how much he tried he would get so hard watching Allison watching him while he beat up some boy he’d just get swept up in Alison’s sick little world.  He got massive boners beating up boys for Allison. And later, after she'd had several violence inspired orgasms and after she'd made Brian eat her cunt till she came over and over again Allison would mount  her savage man and ride his cock until it erupted in a geyser of cum.  Even so, Brian didn't enjoy it the way Allison did. He didn't really want to cause pain the way Allison did. So she had to continually encourage her slut to go further, to push harder.

"Split the boy's lip Brian. I want to see blood. You know what I like. Do it slut.  Knock out a couple of teeth. Make your Mistress happy babe or I'll have to punish you."

  Tommy was still staggering from the recent blow to his cheek. Brain had to grab a handful of Tommy's hair to hold the boy still. He punched the kid with the other. His right hand flicked out in a series of fast jabs. Tommy's head snapped back. If it'd been a fair fight, if it'd been a sanctioned bout then Tommy would have a mouth guard. But Mommy didn't believe in playing fair when it came to using and hurting men. Brian's punch caught the boy with his mouth half open. Twenty one year old Brian's fist drove Tommy's upper lip hard against his teeth forcing the boy to basically bite his own flesh.  Blood immediately started pouring from the savage wound. Mommy laughed. Brian let go of the boy. Tommy slumped to the concrete deck, his body writhing in agony.

  Allison Sinclair refilled her margarita glass, plucked a cigarette from the pack on the side table and motioned for Brian to attend to her. The young man sauntered over to Allison's chaise lounge with his head down. Humble. Meek. Submissive. As he moved along in his rolling fighter's gait his cock bounced up and down, his oversized balls swung from side to side. He was wearing spandex shorts. They had a hole in the crotch. Allison had cut it out herself. Brian's cock and balls were hanging out, his rigid ten inch shaft poking straight out in front, bobbing up and down, amusing Allison.

"You did good honey. Now do good on my cunt baby. Eat me sweetheart. I want you to bury that tongue deep inside my slit. Don't stop till I come. Then I’ll fuck you slut. Now get down and eat Momma’s pussy baby"

  Allison Sinclair really did not hate her son. She just liked controlling men. The boy was just a toy to her, something she could use to satisfy her dark needs.  She loved seeing a man get hurt. She needed to see men in agony. The fact that it was her own son getting the crap beat out of him made it all the more erotic for the cruel woman. Something about torturing those closest to you, those who trust you and love you and know you turned the wicked on almost more than she could control sometimes. She shifted on the chaise so Brian could lay on his back. Then she swung a leg over the man and straddled his face with her thighs, grinding her clit against his chin and his cheek and his lips.

   The man started to lick his Mistress. He used his tongue to pry her slit open then plunged the thick muscle into Allison's cunt. The cruel woman humped his face forcing him to lift his head and follow as her pussy bounced up and down hard on his head. Allison laughed delighted at the pleasure the man's thick tongue provided. She giggled at his grunts as one of her all too vigorous downward plunges smashed her pubic bone into his nose.  EventuallyBrian's tongue slowed in its advance down her slit.

  Allison wrapped her legs around tighter Brian's head and squeezed hard until he got the message. He strained his neck, extended his tongue as far as it would go, twirled itaround and thrust it side to side the way he knew Allison adored. The cruel woman smiledas the waves of pleasure washed over her.  She snapped her fingers in Tommy's directionthen pointed to a spot by the chaise.

"Crawl to Mommy sweetheart. Come let Mommy see all the fun things Brian did to you today."

  Yesterday she'd pointed to a spot on the pool deck and told her son to crawl over there. He'd refused. She'd sent Brian to fetch her little boy. A couple of kicks in the balls anda punch in the ribs did the trick. Today Tommy crawled over to Mommy without hesitation. Allison had been keen to seeif her boy obeyed on his own today. She'd been training him for five days now. He shouldbe getting the idea. A little thrill ran up her pine when Tommy got on his knees and painfully crawled to her side. He was her slave now. Even if he hadn’t quite accepted it yet.

  She sneered at the boy when he started crawling to her side. When he was close enough she reached out and took his face in her hand. She put her thumb on the spot her reluctantwarrior had slammed so hard. Tommy's cheek was already starting to swell up. A lovelyblack and blue bruise was making itself visible. Allison pressed her thumb down hardinto the center of the discolored wound and mashed her injured son's flesh some more.Tears ticked down the boy's savaged cheek. Allison laughed. And asked Tommy if he knewwhy she was treating him like this.

"Do you remember why Mommy's doing this to you sweetheart?"

  The boy didn't have a clue. She hadn't really told him why his life had changed so drastically five days ago. They’d just dropped Dad off at the airport. As they pulledaway from the curb Tommy was still waving bye to his Dad when Mommy had said something aboutnot needing Tommy anymore. She'd laughed and said something about not needing Daddyanymore either. She'd said that in a way that got Tommy's attention. She was laughingand making fun of him but somehow the boy knew his Mom wasn't joking.

   They made a stop on the way home that day from the airport. Twenty minutes  after they'd dropped Dad off for his trip to China so Dad could sell his company. He'd gone overthere for three months to help with the transition. Dad hadn't wanted to sell. He likedowning a company. He'd built it up into a very lucrative business. But Mommy insistedhe sell his pride and joy. She said the offer from the Chinese firm was too good to passup. She said twenty five million would be enough to last her a lifetime. She'd laughedat that, made a joke about it. On the way to the airport she'd teased Tommy and hisDad about how she didn't know what the two of them were going to live on but she'd bequite content with her twenty five million.

   On the way home she'd stopped at a run-down house. And picked up Brian. She made Tommy getin the back of the SUV. The boy had been embarrassed and angry when this big rough looking guy got in and Mommy leaned over and kissed him right on the mouth. It was a long, deep kissthat was more about sex than friendship. Tommy had coughed to let them know he was rightthere. Mom's hand shot out and caught him across the face. The hard slap stung. He started to complain and Mommy slapped him again. And again. And two more times before he managedto get his hands up to defend himself.

  Tommy was too shocked to fight back. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide. But Mommy was already driving away from the house before Tommy could gather his thoughts. By thetime he did they were on the highway. And Mommy was driving one handed while her freehand unzipped this guy Brian's pants. The SUV had spilt front seats. Tommy was buckled inbehind his Mommy. He could see between the gap in the seats.  He could see Mommy's fingersslip under the man's jockey shorts. The boy watched dumbstruck as his Mom pulled the guy'scock out of his pants and started to play with it. The man was huge. Tommy had a decentsized penis. He'd measured himself when he got hard a couple months back. He was eightinches. Brian was bigger. Much bigger. And much thicker too.

  Tommy watched as his Mommy fondled the guy's dick all the way home. It was horrible.Kind of. Yet at the same time Tommy was mesmerized. The guy was mostly silent. He'd gruntor moan every so often. But Mommy was really into it. She was laughing and talking and carrying on like playing with some strange guys prick after dropping her husband off atthe airport was a normal thing. Tommy was shocked and embarrassed and disgusted a little.But a big part of him was also keenly interested. Excited even. He felt his own penis get superstiff in his jeans. He even touched himself down there when Mommy started stroking theguy's cock fast enough he started to leak pre-cum.

  Months ago Tommy had discovered some dirty magazines at home. He figured they were his Dad's. He'd been sneaking around in Mom and Dad's bedroom and found this sex magazine inthe bottom of Daddy's closet. The pictures in the glossy magazine showed these really prettywomen in leather standing over naked men. The women were holding whips and chains. Themen were groveling as the women beat and kicked and spit on them. At first it scaredTommy. But he kept looking at those pictures. He was a shy boy. Girls scared him. Theidea of sex scared him. Those pictures of women whipping a man's naked butt until it wasbright red scared him.

  But the pictures also excited him. He'd been getting erections for a couple years bythen. He'd learned how much pleasure they could be if you rubbed your penis in justthe right way.  When he looked at the pictures of the pretty women with the big breastsand the  tight leather halters tops and pants holding those whips so seductively Tommywould get an erection. And he'd touch himself. And he'd look at the pictures some more.And he'd pull his little boy penis out and jerk it and think about what it'd be liketo have one of those women with their whips and their hand cuffs and their pretty redfinger nails hold his cock and jerk him off.

  It didn't take long for Tommy to get hooked on those magazines. It was funny how there was a new one in Daddy's closet every other week or so. Tommy checked for new ones everyday after school. He'd take a magazine into his room, open it up, pull off his jeans andjack off two or three times looking at those picture. Within six months he was addictedto his routine. He'd been doing just that the day before Dad was leaving for China. AndMom had walked in on him. With his hand wrapped around his cock, the filthy magazineopen on his bed, pre-cum leaking from his prick.

   He'd stopped jacking off of course. He'd expected his Mom to get mad. Instead she'dwalked over, sat on the edge of his bed, smiled down at him and told him to finishwhat he'd started. Tommy had stuttered and tried to say he hadn't really been doinganything. He'd even said he was sorry. Which didn't make sense if he hadn't been doinganything but the boy was mortified at being having his Mom walk in on him while hewas beating off. He wasn't thinking clearly.

  His Mommy had picked up the magazine then. And commented on how nice the girls looked. And the boys looked nice too she'd smirked. Especially the ones all tied up naked and getting the crap beat out of them. She’d asked Tommy if he liked the pictures of boys gettingbeatwith paddles more than whips. Tommy had turned red. He stuttered, tried not to answer. Mommy had smiled at him, told him it was alright to like things like that. And asked him again which he liked more: the whippings, the paddling or the canings. He muttered that he liked it all. 

     That's when Mommy asked her son if he wanted a woman to whip him the way theladies in his magazine whipped the boys they played with. When she'd asked that questionshe'd leaned in and leered at Tommy. And her forearm had brushed against his still hardcock. When Tommy pushed his hips into his Mommy's arm Allison hadn't said anything.She hadn’t moved her arm away either. Instead she'd just smiled seductively at her son and leaned in real close so her lips brushed his ear when she whispered that maybehe needed a good hard whipping.Her arm slid d own his cock. The boy felt his Mommy’s fingers close around his shaft. She’d whispered that she wanted to spank him, spank him hard. That’swhen Tommy had shot off. A great gusher of cum spurted out of his dick and splashed down in the middle of the magazine. Mommy grabbed her boy by his hair and pushed his face down to the magazine.

“Lick that nasty spunk up you little creep. Did I give you permission to come? Did I tell you it was OK to drip your filthy cum on my magazine?”

    Tommy didn’t realize it at the time but that was the instant his life started to change forever. And not for the better.  For two hours that afternoon Allison had used that magazine on her son. First she’d rolled it into a tight cylinder and whipped his balls with it. When Tommy’s hand reflexively reached down to protect his testicles as Mommy whipped them with her rolled up magazine Allison had laughed. Then she tied her boy’s hands to the bed’s headboard. Tommy was so surprised and confused he didn’t even resist as the wicked woman used four of his Tee shirts to secure his wrists to the iron posts. She got in a dozen good blows to his balls before he thought to close his legs.

“Spread those legs honey. Or Mommy will hurt you worse. What you did with your prick shooting off like that while I was right here in the room was disgusting Tommy. There are rules men have to obey when it comes to their dicks sweetie. I haven’t taught you these things because I thought you were still my good little boy. I thought you were too young. But good little boys don’t whack off on their Mommy’s special magazines. You’re fifteen now. And old enough to know how to obey Mommy. How dare you shoot your filthy cum on MY magazine!”

“I, ahhh, I thought they were Dad’s magazines. I mean, ummm, I, ahhh, I find them in his sock drawer. So I assumed they were his.”

   Allison whipped Tommy across the face with the tightly wound magazine half a dozen times. She hit him hard. There would be bruises. She’d keep him home from school a couple days. The weekend was three days away. By Monday Tommy would be ready to go back to school. By Monday Mommy would teach her little boy about being a good boy, about behaving nice for Mommy, about obeying Mommy and keeping Mommy’s secrets. The boy’s father was leaving in the morning for three weeks. Allison would have all that time alone with her son to shape him into the kind of boy she wanted. And she’d have five days before she had to have him presentable for school. Five days to have some fun with her son. Five days to start the process of training her teenaged son to be her slut. And if she needed longer, well, she could always take the boy out of public school and home school him. She’d do that eventually anyway.

    It turned out Allison would only need five days to break her son down enough she could trust him to keep Mommy’s special secrets. She’d actually had more problems with her husband Richard than she would have with the boy.  Leaving the femdom magazines out where Tommy could find them had helped prepare the boy for his new life. His Mom only needed five days of hard and intense training to turn him into her obedient slut.

That morning after dropping her husband off at the airport and picking up her boy toy Allison Sinclair had opened the garage door as she turned into the drive. She drove directly in and pushed the remote so the door was on its way down before they stopped.Tommy unbuckled his belt thinking he'd make his escape now and run into the house. Maybeeven leave and go to a friend's house until he could figure out what all this meant. ButAllison was quicker. She unbuckled, turned round and grabbed a handful of Tommy's hairbefore the boy's hand made it to his seat belt. Then she yanked her boy's head between theseats and wrapped her own seat belt around his neck. In one quick motion she snapped the buckle into the tab sticking out from the seat and Tommy was caught.

  Tommy remembered how his Mommy had pulled on her belt then. Choking him. Pinching the skin on his neck so hard it hurt when she yanked the  nylon webbing and tightened the beltso tight he could barely breath.

"In a hurry to go somewhere sweetheart. Stay a bit. Watch Mommy play with her new toy.I want you to get to know Brian baby. He's staying with us this summer. He'll be sleepingin my room. In my bed. And he'll be using your room for a workout space. Brian's am athlete honey. He needs to keep in shape."

"But, ahhh, but where will I sleep Mommy." the boy managed to choke out.

"We'll put a couple blankets on the floor of the basement darlin. Back behind the furnace.You'll be staying there from now on."

  It hadn't seemed fair to the boy. Why couldn't this Brian guy use the basement as a workout space. Tommy wanted to complain some more but Mommy yanked on her seat belt and  tightened it real tight around his neck and it hurt real bad so all Tommy could do waschoke and cough and beg Mommy to stop.

  He'd tried to grab on to the belt and pull it loose. When he did his Mom took hold of his index finger, bent it back so far Tommy screamed, then she pulled his armaway and jerked it behind his back. She made Brian hold that arm in place while shedid the same thing to Tommy's left arm. Then she slapped some hand cuffs on her son'sleft wrist, pushed the other end of the cuffs under his jean’s belt and then locked that end of the cuffs over his right wrist.Tommy's hands were bound behind his back now, cuffed to his belt. He was stuck. He couldstruggle and twist and fight all he wanted. But he couldn't get free.

"You can fight all you like Tommy. Go on baby. I like to see you struggle. Does it make you feel better baby? No? Well you'll get a chance to fight some more later. I'm goingto let Brian beat you up Tommy. So you might want to save some of that energy for later.Why don't you relax honey? Just sit back and watch Mommy play with Brian’s cock till he comes. You can suck his dick after. And lick off all his hot sticky cum."

  Tommy had had no choice. His Mom had trussed him up so he couldn't do anything other than watch as she took hold of Brian's huge cock and jerked the man off. Tommy had afront seat view. It took about ten minutes for Brian to get close to orgasm. Tommy knewthe signs. Tommy was fifteen. He jacked off every chance he could get. When Brian's hipsstarted to pump and his breathing got real shallow and real fast Tommy readied himselffor the fountain of spunk he expected to see.

  That's when his Mom pulled on Brian's cock and pointed it right at Tommy's face.The boy turned his head away and tried to get out of range but Allison grabbed him by thehair and yanked his head back so violently Tommy saw stars. Next thing he saw was Mommypulling on Brian's cock with one hand and punching Brian's balls with the other. At the first punch a huge glob of cum shot out of Brian's dick and hit Tommy in the nose. WithMommy's second punch another huge wad of Brian's jism shot of his dick and hit Tommy inthe eye.

  Mommy kept Brian's cock pointed right at her son's face and kept punching Brian's balls long after the man was out of cum. Tommy's face was dripping with the man's gooey white spunk. It was inTommy’s eye,  it covered his lips, some had even managed to lodge in his nostril. It was awful forTommy. Nothing about it was fun or erotic or nice. So the boy was confused about why hewas so hard. And why his cock was practically twitching in his jeans. He wanted to jack off. He wanted to run, to hide. But mostly he wanted his Mom to pull down his pants and jack him off.  One of the photo stories in the last femdom magazine he’d gotten was about a Mom, the picture’s caption has said she was a MILF. That woman, the one called a MILF in the photo, was jacking off her own son. That’s what the caption said. Tommy had wondered what it’d feel like to have his Mommy jerk him off. He’d wondered what a MILF was too. The next day he’d asked a guy at school what it meant.

   The guy at school had said it stood for a “Mother I’d Like to Fuck”.  Tommy had asked a twelfth grader, a senior he knew at his school. After the kid told Tommy what MILF meant the older boy asked Tommy if he was Tommy Sinclair. When Tommy said yes the guy leered at him and said Tommy was lucky cause his Mom was a MILF. Then he’d leered and said all the older boys talked about what a hot bitch Tommy’s Mom was. Then he’d poked Tommy in the ribs and asked him if he’d ever fucked his own gorgeous and sexy Mom. Tommy had turned red and walked away embarrassed.  But he’d thought about it for days and dreamed about it and even jacked off thinking about fucking his own Mommy, his own MILF. It’d made him feel dirty. And guilty and ashamed. But excited too. Especially when he dreamed about Mommy jacking him off and spanking him after the way that MILF in the dirty magazine had done to her little boy. So Tommy guessed he was  horny and hard now because he had this sick attraction to Mommy.

If he'd known Mommy had slipped a double dose of Cialis into his breakfast he would haveunderstood that his penis wasn't strictly under his control. But Tommy didn't know that sohe figured he must be a pervert if getting splashed in the face with another man's cumand wishing his Mom would jack him off turned him on. It was his own Mom who was jacking the guy off so he'dshoot off all over Tommy. That somehow made it OK. Or at least bearable. So Tommy did what Mommy told him. He stuck out his tongue and tentatively licked at Brian’s gigantic boner.

Allison had hoped her boy would think along those lines. She'dbeen preparing Tommy most of his life to be her submissive little slut. She’d never wanted the boy. When she’d found out she was pregnant she’d hoped for a girl. A daughter would have been so nice. But she’d gotten Tommy. Before he was even born Allison had known how she’d raise the boy, how she’d train him. She’d stuck to her plan to shape Tommy into her own personal little slut over all these years. And now she was finally getting some use out of him, finally having some of her own special kind of fun with her son.

She didn'tknow exactly what was going through Tommy’s head as he lay there between the SUV's seatsbut she had her hopes. She hoped he was suffering, that he was scared, that he was in hell. But also that he’d obey. The fact that her precious little boy wasn't throwing a fit and cursing her and yelling and threatening to tell everyone what she did to him encouraged Allison. So was the fact thatshe saw the boy use his tongue to lick some of Brian's jism from his lips. Apparently the years she’d spent preparing her boy had paid off. She'd decidedon the spot to push her boy a little further. She knew how difficult forced bi wasfor most men. She'd forced dozens of men to suck cock for her. She also knew that oncea man got over the initial shock and revulsion the second time wasn't nearly asfrightening. Or difficult. She watched for a few seconds as Tommy licked cum off hisface seemingly oblivious to his Mommy or the man sitting in the front seat next to her.She patted her boy's head affectionately and apologized to him. Sort of.

"Sorry that took so long sweetheart. Usually Brian comes right away. I think you makehim nervous Tommy. brianslave isn't used to having my favorite boy watch while we play. But youknow what Tommy. I think you can help Brian get over his shyness. Why don't you suck hiscock Tommy. Suck my big man's big hard dick. He likes slamming his huge prick down little boy'sthroats. And I'd love to see my little boy get his throat raped. Go on baby. Mommywill help."

Tommy was still in a bit of a daze. He heard Mommy's words but didn't fully comprehend.Allison gave him time to digest her latest suggestion. She pulled a Virginia Slim fromthe pack in her purse and punched in the car's cigarette lighter. When it popped out shelit her cigarette. Sucking in a cheek hollowing lung full of smoke she contemplated herboy. After blowing her thick cloud of smoke in his face she held the still hot cigarettelighter close to Tommy's face. The ring inside the metal holder was dull orange and hotenough to burn. Tommy felt the heat. He tried to pull his head away. Allison let him untilhe couldn't pull back anymore. She moved the lighter closer. And barely touched the edgeto the boy’s bottom lip.

"Hurts doesn't it darlin. Does it burn tommyslut. Well, it was a lot hotter a minute ago. So here's how it's going to be slut. Mommy want you to suck cock for her. And if you getany ideas about biting Brian's dick Mommy will burn your balls honey. With her lighter.She'll burn you down there until your nuts are black and shriveled and you're insane withpain. Understand baby?"

  Tommy didn't say anything. He didn't move. Allison didn't wait for his response. She didn't need it. She pulled Brian's cock toward Tommy mouth. Her submissive fighter had to twist in his seat to keep her from pulling his dick off. But he was as limber as he was hung. Finally he was up on his seat, up onhis knees straddling the console where Tommy’s face was pinned inches away. Allison wasted no time. They were stopped at a light. She jammed Brian’s thick ten inch cock in her son's mouth. And laughed when her little boy gagged and struggled and tried to spit out the huge fat dick in his mouth.

"Fuck my boy good Brian. Ram that thing all the way down his throat. I want to hear him choking babe. I want to see his face turn red, then white, then blue as you smotherhim with your dick. Remember Brian, I can burn your balls off too."

  In one sense it was insane what Allie was doing to her own son. It certainly was perverse. And immoral. And illegal too. But she didn't think about any of that. Shedidn't care about that sort of thing. For Allison it was all about what felt good to her.What felt right. What thrilled her the most and gave her the biggest orgasm. And torturingboys like this and using them for herown sadistic sexual needs felt good. It felt right.It felt natural to the wicked thirty six year old wife and mother and cruel woman.

  Besides, she'd been treating boys like this since she started sixth grade. And she'd gotten away with it all these years too. For Allison it was natural to punch a man in theballs to make him come. It was good to make boys suck cock whether they wanted to or not.It was thrilling to turn a normal healthy male who harbored even the slightest interestin dominance and submission games into her totally obedient and completely debased sexslave. For women like Allison it was even better to do those things to your husband. Andbetter yet to do it to your own son.

  She let Brian fuck her son senseless. Her warrior still had his cock jammed down the boy's throat when Tommy's body went still. Brian’s prick was hard too. Allison could see the big fat stiff thing in her son’s throat. Brian hadn't climaxedbefore Tommy passed out. So Allison massaged Brian's balls. Not as roughly as she usually did but rough enoughto hurt her fighter. Over the months she'd conditioned Brian so he couldn't achieve orgasm without some pain, some humiliation. Allison knew just how to squeeze and fondleand play with her slave. Less than a minute after she'd started Brian arched his back,jammed his cock deeper into Tommy's mouth and shot his load down the boy's throat. The cruelMom kept massaging Brian's nuts as the man's frenzied spasms forced cum down her son'sgullet.

  It had been a brutal way to start her son's new life as her slave. Brutal and cruel and vicious. Which was exactly the point. She wanted to break Tommy's spirit. And his soul. And his body.But most of all she wanted to have fun. And torturing her son offered the sadisticwoman the most fun of all. Allison succeeded in all that. Tommy was broken. And the cruel woman managed to have more sadistic fun with her son than she could ever have imagined.

  That trip home from the airport when she'd forced Tommy to suck real cock for the first time had happened just five days ago. Since then Allison had started each day by watchingBrian beat her son senseless. After that she'd torture the boy herself. And used him forsex. Then she’d torture him some more. For hours. Until Tommy's poor little body and weak littlemind both collapsed and her son was a whimpering, trembling, frightened little boy. Thepoint was to show Tommy how she had total control over him now. She wanted the boy'sabsolute obedience. She'd teach him to love her more than life itself later. The firststep was to turn the boy into a pain slut. And it looked like she'd had a breakthrough.

Allison beckoned to her son, urged him to crawl over to her. It was difficult for Tommy to crawl to his Mommy with his hands cuffed behind him. He stayed on his knees. The hard concrete deck around the backyard pool scraped skinfrom his knees. He was still dizzy from the blows Brian had pounded him with. He fellover three times. Once he landed on his jaw, the one Brian broke with the savage punch toTommy's face. Tommy almost passed out from the pain. The agonizing waves of hurt in his jawmade the boy sick to his stomach. He threw up. He wanted to lay there, to stay there, to die there.

  But he didn't. His Mommy wanted him. He got up. He looked at Mommy. She was smiling at him, beckoning him forward with a crooked finger, laughing at her boy and his need to crawl toher despite the agony burning through his body for no other reason than she'd told him to.It was amilestone for Tommy. And Allison. She'd turned her boy into a slut. A slave.There was no going back now. Mommy and son and soon Daddy would be locked onto a pathof utter depravity and total life ending submission.

  Allison leered at the boy tearing himself apart to reach her side. Tommy was hers. To do with as she pleased. The knowledge thrilled her. She grabbed Tommy's head and forcedit tight between her legs. In the few days she'd been training Tommy she'd taught him to use his lips and his tongue exactly the way she liked. She’d had to beat him to get him to obey. She’d had to smother him to teach him to poke his tongue deep inside her and swirl it around and lick and suck until he’d exhausted himself. He did that now as she watched her only child debase himself for her.

  Allison climaxed. The orgasm was as powerful as any she'd known. Her hips danced andclenched tight around Tommy's head as pleasure rippled up and down her entire body.She'd made a slave of her son. The thought cause her second orgasm just seconds afterher first. She forced herself to peek at her son ‘s battered body convulsing in tight little spasms as she smothered him between her thighs just so Mommy could haveher third climax. Allison was in a frenzy now. She saw her future. She saw herself torturingTommy until the boy was reduced to little more than a beast. She'd take his future fromhim. She'd take his hopes away from him. She'd dash his dreams, suck away his soul,destroy his individuality. Seeing him crawl to Mommy was too potent, too perfect.

  Allison's back arched and her heart raced. Her orgasm was one continuous surge of ecstasy now. She was transported to a place where gravity and time and laws and morals simply didn't matter. She knew what she was doing to her son was good. Right. Natural.And she knew where it ended. She was going to snuff Tommy. He'd die a low agonizing death. By her hand. For her pleasure. Because torturing her boy to death would be theultimate thrill for a sadistic and wicked woman like Allison Sinclair.

Tommy was so much like his father Richard. He was born to be her slut. Just like his father. Allison had made her relationship with Richard crystal clear on the wedding night. She'd invited the best man, the guy she’d chosen to stand with Richard back to the hotel to ‘party’ the newlyweds. And she’d fucked the boy silly. Laughing as her new husband watched. Dominance and submission had beenalways been the basis of Allison's relationship with Richard. So as soon as they were marriedshe made sure Richard understood his submission to her needs and whims would definehis life from then on. Allison was sure that making Richard her cuckold mere hours afterhe'd vowed to love, honor and obey her till death would get him off to the right start.

  It took the entire two week honeymoon to persuade Richard that life as he knew it was over for him. She let him keep his work. In fact, Allison drove the man to workeven longer hours at the office so he could grow his industrial design firm into the sizeshe'd decided she needed to support the lavish lifestyle she intended to live. The chastity device she locked on his cock and balls the night of their wedding contributed to Richard’s devotion to his work. And his utter devotion to his lovely and cruel young wife.  Allie made sure all ofRichard's sexual energy would be frustrated so he had no choice but to focus that pent up lust and desire on his company and not on his silly sexual needs. She was a sexual being with real and violent sexual needs. Her husband was merely a sex toy now. Her sex toy.  His needs and wants and hopes didn’t matter anymore.

  All that history was running through Allison’s mind as she watched her fifteen year old son crawl to her on bloodied knees. It'd taken months to fully break Richard's sprit.But he'd been a healthy thirty four year old accustomed to running his own life. Herson Tommy wasn't as set in his ways as his father had been when Allison first met him.And Allison had learned quite a bit about manipulating men, about shaping their lives,about modifying their behavior so they made decent sluts. So the fact that her badlymauled son was crawling to his Mommy on his own volition after only five days of torturehardly surprised the stunning blond. She knew men. She knew what made them work. Andshe intended to make her son work to her purpose without regard for his own wants orneeds or safety.

"Good boy Tommy. You love your Mommy don't you sweetheart. You'd do anything for Mommy wouldn't you honey."

  The boy nodded yes and immediately regretted it. The movement cause his broken jawto throb with an intensity that almost made him faint. Allison noticed. And laughed.

"Do you remember why Mommy's doing this to you sweetheart?"

  The boy didn't have a clue.  All he knew after five days of Mommy's sexual torture and sadistic games was he had no choice in the matter anymore. Mommy would do whatever she wantedto him. Daddy was half a world away and wouldn't be back for weeks. This new guy namedBrian was big and strong and willing to do whatever Mommy told him to. Tommy understoodhe was supposed to be like Brian, that Mommy wanted her little boy to become a slave likeBrian was.

The day after they got back from the airport, and after Mommy made him suck Brian's huge dick. Allison had told Tommy she wanted him to be her slave, not her son. Allison told her boy she’d always intended to turn him into her slut. Tommy had been frightened.He didn't understand. He asked her why.  Mommy had taken a whip to him then, beating his naked ass until it was covered in red welts. Then she'd said why didn't matter. She'dgiven birth to him. He belonged to her. He'd do what she wanted or she'd make sure he diedtrying. Tommy had been stunned, petrified, silent.

The Saturday after Brian beat him to pulp and Mommy asked him if he was ready to be her slave. Tommy had gotten angry then. He'd looked back at her and refused to speak. Allison made Brian hold the boy down so his Mommy could use her whip on the bottoms of Tommy's bare feet. She beathim for twenty minutes, the whack, whack, whack staccato sounds of the whipping neverfaltering. The pain had been unbearable. Mommy kept laughing. And whipping her littleboy's feet. Tommy screamed, he sobbed, he shrieked, he begged her to stop. But hewould give in, he wouldn't agree to be her slave.

  Sunday morning Mommy used her cigarette on Tommy's cock and his balls.  She burned him dozens of times. And asked him each time if he wanted to be Mommy's slut. He'd refused to answerout of denial more than anything. He refused to believe his own Mommy only wanted him as a slave. Allison smiled at her stubborn little boy and took a lit match to his tits.

Monday, which was just yesterday, Tommy had endured yet another beat down from Brian. After Mommy asked herlittle slave boy to crawl to her for more torment. Tommy almost did. He started to crawlto Mommy. But he hurt so much. And it wasn't right. It wasn't fair. He had his own hopes,his own dreams. He didn't want to be Mommy's slut, his Mommy's slave. He didn’t understand why what he wanted and needed didn't matter anymore. Tommy wanted his Daddy back home.  He wanted Daddy’s protection, daddy’s affection. He wanted to be ‘normal’ again. He wanted to go to school and play soccer and see his friends.

  Today Tommy's anger was gone. He was too tired to be afraid anymore. And the fairnessof it all, the rightness of it didn't matter. Because he believed Mommy when she said therewas no escape for him and she was willing to his torture going on forever until he agreedto be her slave. So he started his crawl. It hurt. It was humiliating. And with eachinch he got closer to Mommy the boy felt that much less in control. And that much morelike a slave.

  Now, groveling in front of her while she rode Brian's face to climax, Tommy could see no point in denying what he was. He was Mommy's slave. She owned him. She coulddo whatever she liked to him. He even had this small spark of an idea that Mommy gavehis life meaning, that his life wasn't worth living without Mommy.

"Tell Mommy what you are sweetheart." she cooed.

"A slave." the boy mumbled.

"Whose slave honey." she whispered.

"Mommy's slave. Your slave."

  Allison Sinclair laughed. There was still a lot to teach Tommy, still lessons he needed to learn. But she'd broken his first line of resistance. And in less than a week. Tommywas going to make a fine slut. Allison could hardly wait for her husband to get back and seewhat she'd done to their son. It would destroy the man. It would extinguish the last bitof free will and motivation her dear husband Richard possessed. Which was fine with Allie.When Richard got back the sale of his company would be completely done. The money would bein the bank. Millions of lovely dollars just waiting for her to play one more game.Then all that lovely money would be hers. Once she snuffed the man who'd given her Tommyand given her wealth she never could have imagined as an eighteen year old gold digger.

  Tommy never really had a chance. He was destined to be his Mommy's slave almost from the day fifteen years ago when she found out she was carrying a boy. Allison had waited fifteen years before turning her son into her slut. Now she pushed her son’s head from between her legsthen lashed out viciously with her foot. She kicked the boy, her boy, her slut. She kicked him in the jaw. Bones crunched. The boy’s eyes went crosseyed. Tommy screamed. Then the pain overwhelmed him and he passed out. Allison laughed. And pointed between her legs. Brian got down on his knees and buried his face in the sadistic MILF’s cunt. Allison’s body quivered with excitement and contentment. It was good to be a Mommy. Especially when you had a son like Tommy.