Teaching my Sons BDSM Ch. 02Teaching my Sons BDSM Ch. 02

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OK. Yes, it is improbably. Yes, it is not realistic. This is fiction that came from my warped imagination. Yes, you most likely have read something similar. With thousands upon thousands of erotica stories that have been written on this and other sites, it is not improbable that there might be similar stories out there. There is sexual content in this story, so if that bothers you, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING ON THIS SITE IN THE FIRST PLACE? I self-edit, and I have no desire to change that.

OK, since I have discovered that Captain Obvious needs to make an appearance here, since I have received comments making it clear that some people apparently do not read titles or understand what categories mean. Disclaimers: This story contains incest between a mother and her sons. All characters are over the age of 18. This story contains BDSM. Do not ingest drain cleaner or battery acid. Running out onto a freeway with heavy traffic can cause injury or death.

That being said, read, enjoy (or not), leave a comment. Who know, I might even read the comment. I do that occasionally.

Teaching My Sons BDSM 02

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. Oh, I was a bit sore, but it was a good feeling for me. After a luxurious stretch to get the kinks out, I got up and went into the bathroom to begin my day. After relieving my bladder, I brushed my teeth then stepped into the shower. The hot water did wonders to relieve my aching muscles. OK, I probably spent a bit too much time lathering up my titties and my cunt, but it just felt sooooo good. Finally, I used my razor to maintain my hairless body. It had been a few days since my last wax treatment, and I had a bit of stubble beginning to make an appearance. That simply wouldn’t do. It was one thing when there was no one else. Now that I had Masters again, I needed to keep myself better groomed for them.

I managed to get out of the shower and dry off. After squeezing the excess water out of my hair, I brushed it dry, then fixed it in a simple but attractive style. It was then makeup time. Normally, I didn’t really bother with much if I were just staying home. Now, I had to keep myself appealing for my Masters. Finally, it was time to deal with the wardrobe for the day. Yeah, laugh all you want, but it was actually a lot harder of a decision than you would think. Seriously! I mean, usually, it’s pretty easy to pick out my shoes. I simply use the shoes that go with whatever outfit I am wearing. Not wearing anything complicates the decision. After all, every pair of shoes I owned goes well with my naked body. Fuck it. I just went with my red 4-inch heels. They matched my hair color. At least this would be the last time that I had to decide this. I would have the boys decide what shoes I would wear from now on. Finally ready for the day, I left my bedroom and began my day.

It was simply the fact that Justin’s room was closer. It was obvious that the boys hadn’t gotten up yet, so I needed to get them going. I slipped into Justin’s room and saw that he was sleeping on his back. That was handy. Even more fortuitous was that I discovered he sleeps naked. I discovered that after pulling his blanket down and exposing his morning wood. I decided that I would relieve him of both issues. Smiling, I leaned over and engulfed his hard cock in my mouth. I started slowly, not wanting to abruptly wake him. It was much better if he slowly woke and became aware of his ‘Wakeup Call’.

It was only a couple minutes later when I heard the “Huh? Wha…” I looked up while still keeping that marvelous tool in my warm, wet mouth. I saw the sleepy eyes open. They began with that still sleepy look, but gradually opened wider. “Mom?”

I reluctantly pulled my mouth off of his cock to answer the unasked question. “Yes, Master. This is your morning wakeup call. You were first this morning, but I will be alternating every day. I wouldn’t want to have you both thinking I was playing favorites. Now, I need to finish with you before going to wake Jason.”

With that, I moved back to my task and began sucking him off a bit more aggressively. A couple minutes later, and he blasted off down my throat. I continued sucking and licking as he slowly deflated.

“Uuuhh, Mom? I kinda need to get up. I need to pee.”

I pulled off his cock and shocked the fuck out of him. “I know, Master. This was part of what I used to do for your dad every morning. He usually wanted a few mor minutes to relax in bed before he had to get up, so he would just piss in my mouth. That way, he didn’t have to get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Just relax and let it go. I won’t spill a drop. If you really don’t want to, you don’t have to, but I think you will come to enjoy it. Just think about how much more efficient it would be if you never had to get up while watching a football game.”

It was only another minute before I tasted the sour stream entering my mouth. True to my word, I swallowed as fast as I could and not a single drop escaped my lips. I sucked and licked to get every last drop before finally relinquishing his cock. I told him that he had a few more minutes to relax while I woke up his brother. Then, I would kaçak iddaa start breakfast.

I swayed out of his room, then went into Jason’s room next door. It was almost identical to the encounter with Justin. I took another large load of cum down my throat, then Jason’s morning piss filled my stomach. After I was done there, I went back into my bathroom, brushed my teeth again, then swished mouthwash. If they decided to kiss me, I didn’t want them offended by the taste of cum or piss in my mouth.

Back downstairs, I slipped on an apron and began making breakfast. Bacon splatter on my tits was not pleasant. Had to protect the girls. Bacon, eggs, and pancakes was what was on the menu this morning. I had just finished cooking when my Masters strolled into the kitchen. I stripped off the apron and dutifully served them first. I then requested permission to fix my own plate. They accepted, and I sat down to eat with them.

“OK, Mom. Justin and I discussed this last night and came up with some rules for you to follow. There will be more as time goes on, but this should work to start with.

Rule 1. You will always be naked when at home. That includes the back yard and regardless of who else is here.”

“Sir, may I make one suggestion to that rule?”

“Go ahead. We may not approve it but tell us your thoughts.” Justin answered.

“Sir. I do have to work in order to keep money coming in. That means that I occasionally need to do conference and video calls. I would like to keep a professional outfit or two in my office to slip on when I have a video conference. After all, it would look very bad if I was on a video call with my supervisors, clients, or coworkers while I was naked.”

“That sounds reasonable. You may keep three outfits in your office, but you will not be allowed underwear, just the outerwear.”

“Thank you, Masters.”

“Rule 2. We will be picking out your clothes whenever you need to leave the house. You may make suggestions after we have picked them out, but we will be making the decisions. As far as when we are at home, you will wear nothing but your high heels. We will pick them out for you the night before.

Rule 3. We will be in charge of discipline. We will not need a reason; we may just whip you for our own amusement.

Rule 4. You are to always refer to us as Master or Sir here at home. That is suspended whenever we are out in public.

Rule 5. Every morning you are to wake us up with a blowjob and drinking our pee.

Rule 6. You are to be prepared to service us and any of our guests with any of your three holes at all times.

Rule 7. You are to instantly obey all our commands. If there is a conflict, The two of us will discuss it and clear it up.

Rule 8. You will answer the door whenever anyone comes over. You will not cover yourself unless specifically instructed to by one of us.

Rule 9. You will not masturbate without permission. If you need to have an orgasm, you will request permission from one of us to masturbate in front of us.

That’s all for now. Do you have any questions?”

“No Masters. Thank you for giving me your rules to follow.”

So, that took care of the rules for me to follow. I was happy with that. I’m sure that there would be more rules once they learned more, but this would suffice for now. We finished eating, then I cleaned up the kitchen. It was an hour later when it happened. I was actually surprised that it hadn’t happened earlier. I was bent over removing some laundry from the dryer. There was no notice. It came as a complete surprise. I heard the loud ‘CRACK’ before the agonizing pain moved swiftly across my ass. I immediately stood up and turned around. There stood Jason with a grin on his face and a leather strap in his hand.

“Slut. Why is your ass empty? You should have a plug in it to keep it ready for use at all times.”

“Forgive me Sir, but neither of my Masters has picked one out for me to wear today. I would not dare to presume which decoration you wanted on my ass. When neither of you picked one for me, I should have requested that. I failed in that, so I will accept your punishment to remind me of my obligation to ask for one next time, Sir.”

And that’s how I found myself laying over the back of the couch receiving five more stripes from the leather strap. Damn, I was proud of how my boys were beginning to take charge. Of course, strapping my bare ass got Jason aroused, so he continued his punishment by fucking my tight ass. He didn’t prepare me at all. He just lubed up his cock and forced it into me. It hurt like hell at the beginning, but I had been ass fucked hundreds of times and quickly adjusted to him. I even managed a nice little orgasm just as he exploded inside me. He then led me to my toybox and picked out a large butt plug for me to wear.

Early in the afternoon, they did a coin flip to determine bedrooms. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening moving Jason’s possessions into the room that I had been in, and Justin’s stuff into the other Master suite. My clothes went into Jason’s old room, and the rest of my personal stuff was divided between both Master Suites. I would be kaçak bahis alternating between both suites at night. They did pick out three outfits for me to place in my home office.

It was that evening when they began their first small foray into introducing their friends to our new life. Of course, I didn’t know that at the time. I had finished moving things around in the bedrooms, took a shower to clean up, then fixed myself up to look good for my Masters. I was about to begin cooking dinner when Sirs informed me that they would prefer ordering a pizza. I smiled to myself because it was easy to figure out what their plan was. My late husband had me perform the ‘Pizza Dare’ a few times before. That was usually quite fun to flash a stranger when I opened the door naked for the pizza delivery man (and once even a delivery woman).

Justin called the order in as I began giving Jason a leisurely blowjob as he sat on the couch watching a TV show. When I finished with Jason, Justin sat down for his turn. The timing was perfect. I had just finished swallowing Justin’s load when the doorbell rang. I got up, retrieved some bills from my purse for a tip, then went to the door. Grinning, I opened the door wide to greet get the pizzas.

“Pizza HUH?” Greeted the young man.

I was mortified. It would have been one thing if I had been expecting it, but it never even crossed my mind. Thinking back, I should have at least suspected something like this. When I did this with my husband, we were a bit older, and it would never have even been an issue. Now, it was a lot more probable. You see, pizza delivery drivers are typically young people working their way through school. They are not typically older people that have graduated college and had better paying jobs. They are typically older teens or early twenties kids — LIKE MY SONS’ AGE!

“Uummm, hello Michael. By the way, I think it is pronounced Pizza HUT, not Pizza HUH.” Yes, I knew who he was. He was a friend of my sons who lived three houses down the street.

Nothing. He just stood there immobile. If it weren’t for two distinct things, I would have thought that I was looking at a granite statue. The first thing was that his eyes were rapidly moving up and down my naked body. The second thing was that a certain area between his legs was rapidly growing in volume.

“Michael?”

Nothing.

“Michael!”

Still nothing.

“Oh, for Christ sake.” I muttered to myself. “We’ll be here all fucking night.”

With that thought, I dropped to my knees, unzipped his pants, pulled out his 6-inch dick, and proceeded to wrap my lips around it. It didn’t take long. He ejaculated into my mouth on the third bob of my head. Thank God that woke him up.

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed.

“Good. That pulled you out of your stupor. Now, can we get on with the delivery?”

“Oh. Yeah.” He seemed to be coming to his senses now. “Pizza Hut. Uuummm, Mrs. Sinclair? Uuuuhhh, You’re naked.”

“Yes, I am. Thank you for your astute observation, Captain Obvious. Now, do you have the pizza’s I ordered?”

“Pizzas?” He asked. He then looked at the boxes in his hands like they had suddenly appeared from thin air. “Oh, yeah. I have your pizzas here.”

The exchange took place. He gave me the pizzas, and I gave him the tip (monetarily. I didn’t think that he needed another physical tip). That’s when Justin and Jason came to the door.

“Hey, Mike.” Jason greeted. “What time do you get off tonight?”

“Uuummm, nine.”

“Cool. Want to come over after you get off? Maybe you can get off again after you get off.” Justin has a weird sense of humor.

“Oh, and isn’t your sister home from school right now? Bring her over too. She’s still into women, isn’t she?”

Michael got a big smile on his face. “Yeah, she is. She’s also mentioned how hot she always thought your mom was.”

Over the next hour, I sucked and fucked my sons again. When they were done, they had me lay on a yoga mat on the coffee table, then they bound my wrists to my ankles. They took two more lengths of rope and bound my ankles to my thighs, so my heels were touching my thighs just below my ass. Once that was done, they threaded rope through each leg at my knees and ran each rope to the corresponding leg of the table and tied it off. This kept my legs spread wide. My ass was just past the edge of the table. My cunt and asshole were fully exposed and accessible. They placed a small pillow under my head to rest on. Thinking about Mike’s sister coming over, my head was in the perfect position for her to straddle it and have me lick her. Just the thought of being double-teamed by those siblings had me horney as hell.

As Jason was checking all the bindings and making sure that my circulation was OK, I heard a ‘THUMP’ beside me. Looking over, I saw that Justin has brought my toy box over and set it on the floor beside me. He took out a pair of cloverleaf nipple clamps that were connected by a chain and clamped them to my nipples. As usual, the pain from the clamps biting into my tender flesh sent electrical currents straight to my already drenched cunt. I almost orgasmed from the feeling as the first illegal bahis clamp bit into my nipple.

“Should we put the ring gag on her?” Justin asked.

“No.” Jason relied. “But set the dildo gag out in case Becky wants to strap it on and ride her face with it.”

I didn’t have long to wait. It was only a few minutes later that the doorbell rang.

“Too bad she’s tied up at the moment.” Yeah, they got a good laugh out of that. “It would have been fun to have her answer the door again.”

A couple moments later, Mike and Becky strolled into the room. Like most guys, Mike was pretty much focused on sticking his cock in as many of my holes as he could for as many times as he could. One look at Becky, and I could see that she was going to use and abuse my entire body.

“I see some fading red stripes on her tits and ass. Is that just from punishing her, or does she actually get off on being whipped?” Becky asked.

“Both, actually.” Jason answered. “Try the cane here on her ass and thighs if you want.”

“Awesome!” She replied. “Step back, Mike. I’m gonna get her worked up for a few minutes.”

“But I was about to….”

“You’ll get your chance to fuck her in a few minutes. Tell you what; go around and stick you dick in her mouth for now. At least that will keep her quiet while I beat her ass.”

Mike had shucked his clothes as soon as he entered the room. As Becky was testing out the cane that was about to become intimately familiar with my ass, Mike moved up to my head and unceremoniously shoved his dick in my mouth. It was only about 5-inches long, but it had an average girth to it.

“mmmmmmffffkkkkkkkk!” was the muffled noise emanating from my mouth as the first stroke of the cane made contact.

I had a feeling that this was not exactly the first time that Becky had wielded an instrument of pain. She used enough force to hurt like Hell, but not do any real damage. The marks would probably last at least a few days, maybe up to a week. As the line of lava appeared across my ass, it sent a lightning bolt straight to my cunt. As each stroke hit, my arousal soared higher and higher. Becky’s technique only added to my belief that she was not new to BDSM. She had started at the top of my ass — which was the lowest point at the time — and began moving upwards about an inch at a time. She was also varying the time between strokes at random intervals. That was to prevent me from anticipating when the next stroke would come. Thus, I was unable to prepare for the next stroke.

Mike had been anticipating this ever since he delivered the pizza. He probably hadn’t gotten laid recently either. While I don’t think he was a virgin, it was obvious that he was very inexperienced. It may also have had to do with the vibrations in my mouth every time I shrieked out in pain when a cane stroke landed. That’s probably why it only took about a minute for him to blow his load down my throat. By the large volume he ejaculated, it seemed that it had been a while since he last came. Still, he was only 18 years old. God bless youth. He never even softened up.

After laying 20 strokes evenly spaced from my ass to my knees, Becky decided that she was going to ride my face for a while. As she began shedding her clothes, Mike moved in and decided to start with my cunt. I was a bit disappointed because I had been getting used to my sons and their much bigger cocks. They were also getting a lot more experience over the last few days, and I had been teaching them better techniques. Mike didn’t have that benefit. Thankfully, I was already pretty well worked up, because he basically just shoved his dick in me and began pounding away.

Becky climbed on the table and straddled my head. As soon as she got her pussy in range, I attacked it and began giving her a severe tongue lashing. You probably understand that this tongue lashing was completely different than the one my mom gave me when I broke curfew when I was sixteen. I didn’t enjoy that nearly as much as Becky seemed to be enjoying this one. This wasn’t my first rodeo with a woman using my face as her saddle. I was very experienced in using my tongue to give women very good orgasms. I’m so good that after one party my husband and I attended, one of the submissives that I had been playing with left her Master, informed him that she was now a lesbian, and went out and found a Mistress.

As Mike continued to pound away, I was relishing the taste of Becky’s neatly trimmed pussy. Caning me must have gotten her motor running. She was seeping her juices. I spent the first couple minutes just licking everything clean. I then began with her lips. I explored them, then took a big swipe with my tongue from the bottom to the tip, flicking her clit at the end. I repeated that a couple times. I found her entrance with my tongue, then pushed it as dep as I could and wiggled it around. She really liked that. I continued licking and exploring her pussy until I sensed that she was ready. It was then that I focused on her clit. Her hips were gently moving by now. I began lashing her clit with my tongue. She exploded on my face. Her essence flowed from her pussy into my mouth. I would like to say that I captured it all, but that was not possible. When she orgasmed, her hips began bucking. She was riding my face with her pussy. Her juices smeared all over my chin, nose, lips, and cheeks.

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