Oedipus Spanks 2

I had purposely placed the camcorder in front of the TV so I could watch myself on screen as it recorded. I had to turn the volume right down as it interfered with the TV speakers.

I raised my head and looked right at the 40 inch screen behind. It was me. I was naked, apart from my slave collar.

"Please may I touch myself Master?"

"No, you may not," I replied in a deeper tone.

"Oh please Master, I beg of you. I'm so horny."

"I said no, slave."

"But Master, please, I need this so badly."

"You dare to argue with me slave? Punishment time. Twenty lashes to your ass."

I smiled and raised my hand above my backside before swatting it. With my other hand, I hit the other cheek, going one for one, ten on each cheek.

"Thank you Master for punishing me," I said, utilising my meekest, most timid, voice.

I continued to play around, shuffling around my son's room on my knees, turning every part of my body to face the camera, bending over and raising my ass whilst spreading my legs to make sure it filmed my puffy lips, even laying down on my back and spreading my legs to open my vagina and afford the little Panasonic a view inside.

"I did not give you permission to masturbate, slave. Punishment. Ten lashes to your vulva."

"Oh Master, please no. Not that. It hurts. Please, I beg of you Master."

"Keep begging and it will be twenty lashes to your vulva, slave."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Master. Please forgive me Master."

I knelt and spread my knees. As I raised my hand between my legs, I cringed before swinging my palm to slap my vulva. I shrieked in pain.

"One."

I did it again. Two. Again, three. Tears were rolling down my face. It hurt so much. By the time I reached ten, my clitoris was humming. I just had to rub it.

"Please Master, I have to come."

"You may not come slave, not until you have pinched your nipples ten times and slapped your breasts ten times."

"Yes Master. May I please come then Master?"

"Yes slave, you may come then."

I began to administer my punishments. Pinching my nipples and slapping my breasts. I barely even touched my clit with my finger when I came. It was beautiful and magnificent. A joy to behold.

When I'd finished acting out my little fantasy, I got up to press stop on the camcorder. I viewed the video immediately on my son's television, fingering myself as I did, coming once again as I watched my subservience to a make believe master.

I got the low battery warning. Damn. I needed to transfer the file and delete it from the camcorder. The camcorder shut off and the TV screen turned blue.

I put it on to recharge and walked back to my bedroom to shower and clean myself up. My son wouldn't be home for hours yet, I was under no pressure.

As I was showering I thought I heard the telephone ring, but switching off the water, I could hear nothing. I towel dried my body and ran the blow dryer through my hair, then dressed in the clothes I had worn earlier, placing my new slave collar in the back of my panty drawer.

I checked on the progress of the camcorder. It was charging just fine, but I thought I'd give it a bit longer so it would be at roughly the level it was at when I began using it, so my son would be none the wiser. I didn't want him seeing this video, perish the thought. No one could see this video, not even my husband.

I went down stairs and saw that the answer machine was flashing. I played the message. It was George.

"Sweetie, I know it's short notice my love, but you'd really be a godsend if you could put together a meal tonight. It's this new client. His dinner plans fell through and I sort of ... invited him for a home cooked meal. What do you think sweetie? Just him and his wife, you and me. Doable? Call me."

My husband explained everything on the phone. It was important. He'd lose face and maybe upset the client if he couldn't come through as promised. The pantry was almost bare, I was planning on going shopping with my son the next day. We had two frozen pizzas for tonight and I could hardly serve those to a client. There was nothing for it. I had to get in the car and go shopping.

Leaving the store, I suddenly remembered the camcorder, charging away merrily in my son's room. And the very moment I thought of him, I could see him, walking up the road. Oh my God, what was I going to do?

I had to drive on past, hoping he wouldn't see me. If I could get home before him, I'd have ten minutes to transfer the file to my son's computer, copy it onto the memory card I kept in my tablet computer, delete it from the laptop and delete it from the camcorder, plug it back into his television and run downstairs and pretend nothing was out of the ordinary.

I may even have to just delete it from the camcorder if worst comes to the worst and forget about it. Have another go at filming something in a few days perhaps.

I could see my son up ahead of me. The one good thing in all of this was that we were both heading in the same direction and so he had his back to me.

As I got nearer to him, I thought, yes, I'm going to get away with this. Then no, the lights changed to red and I had to stop at the intersection. My son was maybe five feet in front of me. Oh no, he's turning to check to see if it's safe to cross. Why oh why oh why did I teach him the Green Cross Code? Too late. He'd seen me. The smile just jumped onto his face. He was delighted to see me. He opened the passenger door and hopped in.

"What you doing Mom? You didn't have to come pick me up."

I thought fast. "Your father called. A client is coming over tonight, so you're going to have to help me. All hands on deck."

"Sure Mom, what can I do?"

"Well you can carry the shopping in while I go and switch the oven on. Got to get that bird in the oven ASAP. Then it would be really great if you could vacuum right through the downstairs while I prepare the veg."

"Anything for you Mom, you know that."

I thought I'd have opportunity to rush upstairs and delete the naughty video and plug the camcorder back into the TV set while my son went back to the car for the rest of the bags, but wouldn't you just know it, he carried all six of them in in one go, three in each hand. He was behind me at the door when I turned the key.

Plan B. If I gave him lots of things to do, he wouldn't need to return to his room just yet and I could get up there at earliest convenience to do the deed. What was I thinking? He didn't know about the video. He didn't know his Mom had crawled naked around his bedroom floor in just an old shirt collar, spreading her legs and slapping her ass for the camera. I had to keep cool. The only person who was going to blow this was me – if I didn't act cool.

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Chapter 05

I just had to get back to my room. I wasn't expecting Mom to come pick me up. It's always the case, isn't it? You do something naughty and it's like the universe is onto you and tries to get you found out.

Why did I have to buy that DVD today? Why not some other day? Today of all days, I go into the one sex shop in town and buy a dirty DVD and there's my Mom. I'm lucky she didn't ask what it was. I think I managed to conceal it under my shirt without her seeing.

And why do they have to put tits on DVD covers anyway? Why can't they be a bit more discreet? Everybody knows what sort of film it is, it's in a sex shop for goodness sake, they don't have to shove it in your face as well. I just had to find a chance when Mom wasn't looking to go hide it in my room.

She was busy in the kitchen, stuffing a chicken.

"Babes," she called. "I can't hear the vacuum."

"I'll get right on it Mom."

It seemed she had a never ending string of chores for me to do. No sooner was one task completed, she had another at the ready. And instead of just leaving me to get on with it, she kept checking up on me, popping her head around the corner. It was as if she knew and was just waiting to catch me red handed.

Finally, I managed to sneak away and make it up to my room. I had the DVD in my hand and just managed to hide it under my clothes in my wardrobe, when I turned to see Mom in my doorway.

"Mom!"

She waved an empty four pint milk carton in front of my face. "I forgot to buy milk. You couldn't just nip to the local and buy some more, could you Babes?"

"Sure Mom."

"Thanks."

She waited for me and we walked down the stairs together and she saw me out the front door. I just knew she was going to look in my wardrobe and find that DVD – and then she'd know everything. I was half expecting to return to the house and have her sat there on the couch with it in her hand, waiting for me to explain myself.

As it happened, she was busy in the kitchen, hard at work on dinner for Dad and this client.

"Can you find something to do with yourself tonight Babes? I've popped a pizza in the oven for you. Could you eat it in your room?"

"Uh, I guess."

She smiled and ran her fingers down my cheek.

"I'm not banning you from coming down or anything, just ..."

"I know Mom. I can make myself scarce."

I'd just carried my pizza to the top of the stairs when Dad walked in with the client and his wife. He was some old geezer, much older than Dad, but the bird was about my age. Kinky old so and so, I thought. Must be rich. Sure enough, I looked out my window and saw a bright red Ferrari parked in our driveway behind Dad's navy Beemer.

I had plenty of ways to entertain myself, but for some reason, I found myself on that website again. I'd read a couple of stories on my own computer since we returned from our holiday, mostly of the kind Mom was interested in. I'd looked on her tablet and made a note of some of the stories she had bookmarked. They were kinky to say the least and had turned me on sufficiently to give me an ever present boner and a permanent wet patch in my pants.

But browsing around on the site, I had been unable to keep my eyes from exploring the incest/taboo section. Now that was more to my liking. Just a few short weeks ago, I would have had the same reaction as almost anyone else on the street regarding incest. I would have thought of sick old men who raped their teenage daughters for some sick thrill and been utterly repulsed by it. And truthfully, it was just that kind of scenario I was expecting to find.

I was quite surprised then to see that the vast majority of stories seemed to be of the mother/son variety and many of the top stories were quite sensitively written. They actually had plots and some even had reasonably believable scenarios that – that a man in my predicament could fantasize about having with my own mother.

I quickly developed a few favourite authors – 'alwayswantedto' was an instant favourite, prolific too. Holy shit, this guy was more or less writing the manual for sons who wanted to seduce their mothers. I must have read a dozen or more of his stories, 'Piano Mom', 'It all started in an elevator', 'The Platform' – there was so much variety. It wasn't all about getting to some lurid action, he made me care about his characters first and actually see them and come to know them.

And that was a common element in some of the better stories – they made me care. I looked at other authors and other relationships, the exquisite brother/sister incest stories of 'PacoFear' – 'Words on Skin' and 'Stolen Kisses'; the incredible 'Aunt Jean' by 'A_Satori' about a boy and his disfigured aunt; the beautifully romantic cousins 'Brenda & Ian' by 'Tony155'. These guys could write. Fuck Stephen King and Truman Capote and that bloke who wrote the Da Vinci Code – these writers actually made me want to read.

But I didn't forget Mom in all of this either. I continued to read the stories she had bookmarked and I think I learned a lot about the inner workings of her mind. If I was going to attempt to go down this road with my mother, there was no way on Earth I wanted to hurt her, so I read all I could find on D/s – Dominant/submissive relations.

I learned protocols, responsibilities and the like. Better to be prepared and not use that knowledge than to find myself in a situation beyond my control.

Sooner or later, I was just going to have to make my move. And so, with Dad in work and Mom on her feet in front of me as I sat in the living room with my feet up, lazily watching the television, I spoke.

"Fetch me a glass of water."

"Please."

"Please Mom."

A few moments later, Mom came back in with a glass. Handing it to me, I drank it down in one and held out the glass. "Fetch me another."

"Hey. Have you forgotten your manners today?" she yelled, placing her hands on her hips to stare me down. "No, I won't. Not until you ask me nicely."

A few minutes went by while I drummed up the courage to do what I had to do, for both of us. "Fetch me another ... or ..."

"Or what Sonny Jim?"

Now was my opportunity. I had to act. Scowling at her I said, "Or I may have to spank you," emphasising the spank.

My Mom turned pale with dread. I watched on helplessly as shock and fear washed over her entire body. "You watched it? You watched the video?"

I knew she knew. I was sure of it. That day in my bedroom. She was standing in the doorway as I tried to hide it in the wardrobe.

"I did," I replied.

She burst into tears. "I'm so disappointed in you. I can't believe you could do such a thing."

She ran up the stairs sobbing and slammed her bedroom door so hard, the whole house seemed to shake.

I'd done it now. I ran up after her, tapped gently on her door and let myself in. She was on the bed with tears flowing more freely than ever before. She turned away when she saw me. I sat cautiously on the bed, placing my arm on her shoulder; she immediately wiggled free.

I lay down and snuggled up behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist. She again shook herself free of me.

"Go away," she said in a tone, heavy with disappointment.

"No."

"Just go away."

"Mom, I'm sorry. I just wanted to help you."

"You invaded my privacy. How can I ever look at you again? I'll never be able to get over you seeing me that way. It was bad enough you saw me naked in Penzance ..."

Shit. She knew about that? Oh my God. I didn't know that.

"But to see me ... doing ... what I did in your room. It's humiliating."

"Mom, what did you do in my room?"

"You know very well what I did. You watched the video."

"Mom, what ... what are you talking about? I watched the video I bought the day you picked me up from town. The one you caught me hiding in my room."

"What?" She lightened up her voice and looked over her shoulder with puppy dog eyes that looked so desperate. Her sobbing subsided a little.

"The video Mom. The DVD. 'Naughty Girls Need Spanking'. I watched it. I thought you'd caught me hiding it and found it and watched it yourself. I thought you knew my secret like I knew yours."

She began sobbing again. "See, you did watch it."

"Mom, watch what?"

"Don't mess with me Babes. You said you knew my secret."

"Mom, it's not that bad. I read that stuff too. I wanted to be close to you, understand you. So I read it. And I found I liked it too. I read all the stories you like."

"Stories?" Mom sniffled.

"I saw them on your tablet Mom."

Her sobbing began again in earnest. "You looked on my tablet?"

"Mom, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I like ... I like the ..."

"You like the what?"

"Mom, don't make me say it."

"Say what?" Her expression was so vulnerable.

"I like the incest stories Mom." I hung my head in shame. "You like the BDSM, I like the incest. So what? We're both perves. Like mother, like son."

"You mean the website?"

I nodded.

"You don't mean the video I made?"

"Mom, what video did you make?"

Even though her face was wet with tears and her eyes were puffy, they were also filled with love all of a sudden. She turned over towards me and placed her head on my shoulder and her hand on my chest.

"Mom, what video did you make?"

She spluttered a laugh and hugged me tighter. But did not answer my question. We hugged like that for about ten minutes before Mom went to wash her face and dab some cold water on her eyes. I waited on her bed for her and took her hand as we went downstairs.

"I just thought we could have a little fun Mom, just you and me, when no one else is around. I might not be able to treat you to a week in 'Sessia', but I could order you around like a slave, punish you when you misbehaved, give you a quick spank or two when you disobeyed me. I thought ... I thought you'd like it."

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Chapter 06

Far from being mortified by my son's announcement, I was actually a combination of relieved – that he hadn't seen my slave shame – and turned on. I read erotic literature and I loved it. My son had found out my secret. And it invigorated me. It put butterflies in my stomach and a tingle in my knickers.

The only issue I had, was that this was my son. I was supposed to care for and protect my son at any cost. Who was going to protect him from me? I know it was hardly contributing to the delinquency of a minor – was that even a crime or just something we'd become accustomed to hearing on American TV shows? Regardless, my son was twenty and I wasn't steering him into a life of crime. But that's how I felt. I did believe that I was lacking in moral turpitude by allowing him to skirt the outer depravities of my inner mind.

When I came downstairs to an empty house and saw the bouquet of flowers on the breakfast bar, my mind danced through an array of emotions. Who were they from? What were they for?

There was a note and a packaged gift. The note merely said 'sorry' on the outside and 'I love you' on the inside. I knew the moment I picked the package up who it was from. The wrapping paper had snowmen and Christmas trees on it and we were about as far from Christmas as it got. My son had obviously been up the attic. I ripped it open and I didn't know quite what I was feeling or experiencing. Shock? Joy? Naughtiness? Wanton desire? Maybe all of them. 'Naughty Girls Need Spanking'. My son's DVD.

I sat for the longest time just staring at the video. Picking it up. Putting it back down. Gazing at the flowers. Thinking of my son's thoughtful gesture and adoring him for it. He'd upset me and this was his way of apologising. I clutched the note in my hand and stared at the I love you written inside. I felt so flushed. My hands came up the side of my body and swept past my breasts, up my neck and cheeks, through my hair and I let out a deep breath as I stretched my arms behind me. Could I do this? Let my son into my inner world? Did I have any choice in the matter? He was halfway in already.

He wasn't around; I didn't know where he was or when he'd be back. George was in work for the day. We just had the weekend together before my son and I headed north to Scotland. Could I watch this thing? I wanted to. I read the description several times over. 88 minutes running time.

I cleared away my breakfast dishes and took the DVD box in my hand. There were only two DVD players in the house – one in my son's room and one in the living room. I walked over to the living room TV and opened the box. A note fell out.

Mom. It's a nice day so I thought I'd go for a bicycle ride. I won't be back until one o'clock. I promise. I love you.

I went and checked the whole house, looking in closets and under beds, before checking for a second time that all the doors were locked. I drew the curtains in the living room and inserted the disk.

It took all of five minutes for me to be lying spread-eagled on the floor with my robe undone and my buttons open, one hand pleasuring my nipples, the other inside my pyjama bottoms exploring my folds. I was well on the way to my first orgasm when I thought of my slave collar. I paused the DVD and headed up to my room, taking off my pyjama's, fastening my slave collar around my neck and putting my robe back on to come downstairs. I again checked the doors and peered out behind the cutains.

A minute later I was kneeling on the floor, robe discarded, DVD unpaused. My fingers were back in my moist slit and my free hand merrily slapped away at my ass.

I could only watch twenty minutes of the video before I lay trembling on the floor, a shattered wreck. I'd seen a dozen different women nude, tied up, handcuffed, suspended in ropes, whipped, spanked, shaved, collared, leashed, led around by chains that hooked onto their intimate body piercings. I was horny as hell, but totally knackered. My clit was sore, my labia rubbed raw and my backside was on fire. And I'd had a tidal wave of orgasm wash over me.

I'd showered and dressed and got the house spick and span and it was only 11 o'clock. I lasted a full twenty minutes before I texted my son.

When he arrived back thirty minutes later, I was sat on the couch. I tapped the cushion next to me for him to come sit with me.

"The place where you got that Babes ... do they sell other things as well?"

"They do."

"Such as?"

"Oh, I don't know. I've only built up the courage to go in there twice. I often find myself standing outside there looking around to see if anyone I know is watching. And you never know who'll actually be in there should you venture inside."

I smiled at him. We weren't so very much unalike after all, it would seem.

"Would you like to come with me Mom? We could go together, help steady my nerves."

"I can't Babes. I'd like to. But I just can't."

"What sort of thing would you like Mom? Perhaps I could get it for you."

Oh my God. Was I blushing? I felt like I was. I fanned myself as I blew into the neck of my polo shirt, shaking it back and forth.

"It's alright Mom. Relax. I know your secret and I'm okay with it. I love you for it. You can tell me anything. I won't tell."

I put my hand on his. "I just don't know the kind of ..."

"They've got a website Mom. You could order online. But then it would come to the house and show up on the credit card statement."

I grasped my son's hand tightly. I could imagine the look on George's face as he saw it now. There was just no way on Earth.

"But you could just browse online Mom and then, then ... I could go get it for you. And I don't mind whatever it is Mom, if it's a big twelve inch black dildo, then, then so be it. I'll do it for you Mom. I'll do anything for you, anything you ask."

I made lunch for us both and while it was cooking we looked at the website together. I felt so kinky sitting next to my son looking at pornographic paraphernalia and items of bondage. But so exquisitely turned on by the thought that these items could soon be mine.

Over dinner we didn't say much, I think we were both alone with our thoughts. One more quick look at the website, checking for in stock items, I made a small list. Three items. They should come to £45. I went in my purse and handed my son two twenties and two tens and told him he could spend the change on something for himself, but that if he was afraid or uncertain about venturing in, then not to, just come straight home.

It seemed like an eternity waiting for his return. The clock seemed to be going backwards. I was hot, I was cold, I was up, I was down, pacing around the living room and kitchen, checking the driveway, checking my phone in case I'd missed a text, though how I could I don't know, it was in my hand the whole time.

He finally made his return. He walked sheepishly up to the front door and when I opened it and pulled him inside, he showed me a wicked grin.

"Did you get everything?" I asked, hardly able to contain my excitement.

"Yeah."

"Let me see."

"No."

"What?"

"I'll show you when we get to Scotland."

"But ..." I protested, eager to see my new wares.

"No buts. You can have them on the boat and not before." He was so firm, but I was enjoying his dominance, cruel though it seemed.

But then we were in Scotland before we knew it. The weekend flew by, the drive went well. It was a longer drive than the one to Cornwall, but it was every bit as easy. Arriving at the boat yard, I seemed to drift through our orientation completely unawares, my mind was on three things. Three things my son had kept hidden from me in his bag.

We left the jetty and drove up river, pulling over about a mile later.

"Can I see now?" I was almost begging. My son picked up on this and decided a little role play was in order. I was so giddy, I didn't stop to think what I might be doing to him, letting him boss me around.

He brought the first item out of the bag.

"Try it on for me Mom."

It was the leather collar. Black, buckled at the back, four metal D rings. As I held it in my hand, I was overcome with eroticism. I just didn't know if I should. But, this was the feeling I wanted. I knew that, I was sure of that. This is why I read this stuff, this was the kinky shit that turned me on, that electrified my body. But with my son?

Who else could I do it with? Not George. Not Shirley Madison or any of the other girls. Certainly not some stranger. I could do it alone. But where would the fun be in that? It just wouldn't be the same. I needed a person to be involved in my shame.

I recalled the feeling of my son filming my body as I lay there naked in our bed in Penzance. Compare that to the feeling of me just lying in my bed, alone and naked. They were just two entirely different feelings. One turned me on and one was just completely normal and not in the least bit erotic or kinky. I had to face facts, I only felt a true thrill when I was being watched. Everything else, even masturbating alone to my son's DVD, was second best. It was all academic anyway, I knew my sexual impulses were already getting the better of me.

I tried to place the collar around my neck but found myself struggling with my hair getting in the way.

"Let me help you with that Mom."

"Would you please?"

"I will, but ..."

"But what?" I asked.

He seemed pensive for a moment, but then spoke. "When you put on my collar, you become my slave. My property. I will be your master when that collar is around your neck. Do you accept my terms? Mom ..."

I hadn't thought of this and I didn't know how informed he was. He said he'd read my stories, but I didn't know which ones. But it didn't matter, my whole body positively tingled at the idea and I found the notion to be highly erotic. I was so desperate for this after a weekend of torturous anticipation and the long drive, I think I would have said yes to just about anything at this moment in time.

"Mom. This is just a trial run. We'll have to sit down and work out the fine details, but I can see you need this now. We can stop whenever you say, just for today. We can stop and start and stop and start. Just while you get acclimatised. So what do you say? Deal?"

"You'll stop whenever I say?"

"I give you my word Mom."

I nodded my consent. I turned away from him and held my hair up while he reached around my neck and fastened the collar at the back."

"Too tight?" he asked.

I shook my head. "You can go a little tighter." He followed my instruction. Oh what a thrill. I could only just get a finger between the collar and my skin, it was so deliciously tight.

"Kneel slave."

"What?"

"That's what Master?"

"Hey, hey, hang on. Stop."

"Mom ... it's okay. Come on. Let's sit down and talk first. You need to be enjoying this. That's the whole point isn't it?"

We sat opposite each other at the dinette. I still had on the collar, but he reached out and took my hand.

"How does the collar make you feel Mom?"

"On fire," I replied.

"With sex?"

"Babes ..."

He smiled at me. "We all have those feelings Mom. They're all perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of. They're as normal as having an erection in the morning. You told me so yourself Mom, that that was natural. Are you changing your mind?"

I shook my head. "It's just awkward to talk about that sort of thing with my son."

He laughed in my face. "When did you become such a prude Mom? I didn't bring you up to be like that!"

Well, I deserved that one. I'd said much the same thing to him on our last holiday together.

"Come on Mom, let's play a game together."

"What sort of game?"

"A game that will be fun. For both of us. A game of trust. One of love. That will be sexy. For both of us."

"Babes, I, I can't. I can't be sexy with you."

"Are you kidding Mom? You can't not be sexy. You're beautiful. It's actually physically impossible for you to not be sexy. I think you're sexy, so I guess you'll just have to learn to accept that."

Oh, what was he saying? What was my beautiful boy saying to me? He didn't give me a chance to think.

"And I can see it in your eyes that you want to. You do, don't you Mom? That feeling inside of you that's itching to get out. Let it. It'll be our secret Mom. Can't you trust me like I trust you?"

"Babes, I do trust you. I trust you with my life, but, this, it's just not right. It's not right for a son to see his mother this way."

"Mom. I've done some pretty embarrassing things in my life, some that you know about. And only you know about."

There had been many, I knew that. I'd caught him masturbating more than once – and neither time had it been dignified. One time I caught him in my shower, a finger up his own butt, the shower head clenched tight between his legs while he stroked his cock vigorously. And then there was the pile of my clothes on the bathroom floor and the smell upon them – his own. He just had to have been wearing them.

Another time I came home early and caught him naked in the back garden, drenched in olive oil, massaging his cock with both hands. As I tried to creep silently away, I knocked over a glass on my way out and startled him. I hurried into the lounge and called up the stairs to him that I was heading out again, trying to pretend I hadn't seen him. But we both knew.

"Have you ever tried to humiliate me in front of anyone else with that knowledge?"

I shook my head. Of course not.

"Could you ever? Would you ever? You'd take it to the grave and you'd never judge me for it. That's love Mom, that's the purest kind and one that will never die. Men and women, they fall in love, they know each others secrets and they trust each other. But they often fall out of love too and use those secrets against each other and the trust is gone. It's dead. I know in my heart, that you would never hurt me that way, you would die first."

"I would Babes, I would."

"I know Mom. I would too. The love you have for me, you know how strong it is. Believe me when I say Mom, that the love I have for you is every bit as strong."

I felt the tears trickle down my face. And when he reached out to brush them aside, I trapped his hand between my cheek and my shoulder.

"I trust you with everything that I am Mom. And this is me telling you that you can trust me the same. And as far as I'm concerned, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas! I'll die before I betray your trust Mom. I will die."

"Don't say things like that Babes."

"You need this Mom. I want to give this to you. That's why I waited. I didn't just buy you the things on your list. I bought a whole bunch of other stuff too."

"C'm'ere Babes."

I held out my arms for him to come and hug me and I kissed him and held him tight. We both had a little cry. We needed some release. "I love you Babes. Mommy loves you. Let's ..." I took a deep breath and gave my son the go ahead when I let it out.

"Slave, kneel."

I knelt for my son, the collar tight around my neck.

"I have some more things here to punish you. But before I show them to you, I think you are overdressed. A slave must know their place. I shouldn't really let you have clothes at all, but ... for the time being, I'll allow you to wear them. All except for your underwear. Slave, go to your room and remove your underwear, then come back and kneel when you're ready."

Oh God, I wanted this. The threat, the possibility that my son would have me naked. Exposed. Oh fuck. Who am I? Am I his mother? Or am I his slave? With the collar on, I was his slave. If I was just going to keep saying stop all the time, what kind of fantasy was that? I wanted to be commanded. I wanted to be given no choice. I had to steel my nerves and decide to be his slave. For the moment at least.

I went to my room and closed the curtains. There were people walking by on the path alongside the loch. I stripped myself all apart from my collar and socks. Then put my corduroys back on and buttoned my wool shirt. I could feel my boobs swinging freely underneath and the touch of my wet pussy, no longer contained within panties. And it invigorated me so intensely. I felt so alive.

I returned to my son and knelt before him.

"Please will you show me what you bought to punish me Master."

God, this was kinky. And so exciting. I had visions of us spending the whole week no more than a mile from the boat yard and not looking for Nessie at all.

He pulled out the next thing on my list. It was a paddle. To spank my ass. It had been the cheapest thing I'd asked for.

"We'll see how you behave slave. But if you're naughty, you'll be going over my knee and getting a severe spanking."

He was good at this. He knew what to say to me and I knew how to respond. But then I guess we'd read the same stories, so we were just working from those scripts at the moment.

"Yes Master. I'll behave Master. Thank you for getting it for me Master."

The final thing was causing him some embarrassment. He said he'd get me a twelve inch if I wanted it. I didn't. I can't imagine any woman who would. That was just a crazy ridiculous size and I couldn't think of any orifice I'd want a monster cock like that shoved inside.

My poor baby. His face was bright red. I'd asked for a finger vibrator, for massaging my clitoris. Shirley Madison had done nothing but talk about hers, I'd wanted one for years, but couldn't bring myself to go into that wretched, wonderful shop.

"Well, you won't be needing this slave. You haven't earned it yet."

"No Master. Whatever you say."

Next, he brought out an item that wasn't on my list, but when I saw it I felt such an ungodly thrill. He looked at me before leaning across, taking hold of my collar, then clipped a leash to the D ring at the front. He had me on a leash. My own son. On a fucking leash.

I didn't know whether I was glad I'd taken my panties off or not. Without them, my brown cords were going to be stained in no time. Already I could feel that slickness between my labia, sliding side to side as he led me around the cabin on my knees. I put my hand between my thighs to feel if my wetness was showing through yet. He saw me.

"No touching slave."

"I'm sorry Master."

"You're orgasm doesn't belong to you. It belongs to me."

I thought that was a nice touch. It had been a common element in almost all of the stories I loved. Orgasms belonged to Master.

"Yes Master. Please forgive me Master. I'm new to being a slave."

"Yes. A slave. You must remember what you are. I think a punishment is in order. You must learn your place."

"A punishment Master?"

I could see my son was thinking. His eyes were drawn to the paddle on the table and I licked my lips in anticipation. He sat down on the edge of the dinette seat and commanded me to bend over his leg. He hit me with the paddle on my backside and I hardly made a sound. Bless him. He was trying but he was no doubt afraid of hurting me.

The second strike was a little bit harder but not enough to cause me even mild discomfort. On the third strike I sniggered. My poor baby, I thought. My corduroy jeans were quite thick and even though I wasn't wearing panties, there was enough material there to protect my bum from his half-hearted spanking.

The next thing I knew, he'd put the paddle down and was untucking my shirt from my trousers and manoeuvring them down a little. He picked up the paddle and gave me a short, sharp spank at the top of my backside, on bare skin, but really more on my hips than anything.

"I'm sorry Master. Let me help you."

I desperately wanted to feel that paddle on my naked ass. I was so used to spanking it with my hand; it was the main reason for requesting the paddle. I unbuttoned my trousers and lowered the zip halfway.

"Try now Master. That should make it easier to pull them down."

My son dutifully pulled my trousers off my hips and I felt cool cabin air on my bottom. He didn't expose my whole backside, but enough of an area to administer my punishment.

Again, he was too timid, just giving me light swats more than anything.

"Will it leave a mark Master?"

He paused for thought and before he could answer, I spoke up again. "It needs to leave a mark Master. How else will I learn my lesson?"

He hit me harder. With each swat, I felt such immense sexual pleasure, no doubt in part because of my placement on his lap. While it was true I had started out, spread uniformly across his leg, all the adjustments we had made now caused my vulva to be situated right over his knee and with each spank, it ground further into a more pleasurable position. The stinging sensation on my backside was simply adding to that pleasure and I knew I was only a heartbeat away from ripping my trousers completely off and begging my son to spank my bare ass with his bare hand.

"Stop. Stop. Oh God stop."

"It's okay Mom. What is it?"

"I can't do this. I just, I just, can't."

As I tried to get up off the floor and fasten my trousers at the same time, he helped me to my feet and wrapped both his arms around me, pressing his cheek tight to my own.

"I know what the problem is Mom."

"You do?"

"Of course Mom. It's pretty obvious really, isn't it?"

"What?"

"Well, you enjoy this. But not like you enjoy eating a cake or watching a TV show. This, this is sexual. It's a sexual fantasy, that gets you hot. And you've just figured out that, that you can't do that with your son."

"I can't."

"I know. It's stupid. Wearing a collar and lead like you're a poodle or something, it's ridiculous, to a casual observer, it's absurd. But psychologically, it turns you on, it excites you between your legs."

"Babes, please."

"No Mom. It's a game. It's a psychological game, that's all it is. It's a switch that gets flipped in your brain and suddenly everything has a different meaning. You need to flip one more switch Mom. You need to flip the one that turns me from being your son into being your master. That collar, that collar is going to act like a switch for both of us. I'm going to stop being your son, you're going to stop being my mother. Goodbye mother-son, hello slave-master. Just like that. The flip of a switch."

He sat me down but kept his arm around me. I just didn't know. I didn't know if I could, I didn't know if I should.

"Babes. I don't know. I just don't know if I can. The first part, yes, you're right. It's sexual. I get a thrill being treated like that. And by you too. That's all part of the thrill."

"So then what is it?"

"I'd be hurting you."

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will."

"Mom, no. I want this. I'm a big boy."

"Babes, I'll be damaging you. Years from now, what do you think our relationship will be if I allow this?"

"Mom. There is no one I love in this world more than you. I don't see that changing anytime soon. Maybe some day I'll meet a girl, but when I do, I'm not going to suddenly stop loving you or start to love you less. You're always going to be my Mom. I could never stop loving you, any more than you could stop loving me."

I looked up at him and kissed him on his cheek.

"This thing Mom, you have to get your pleasure from it. Sexual pleasure. And for today, you can go to your room and ..." He trailed off.

"But Mom, I've got a bag full of goodies over there that are going to waste. Some of the things in that bag are to punish you, but some are to pleasure you. And as we've seen today, your clothes get in the way. If you're wearing clothes, I'm just not going to be able to give you that thrill you need. So after today, when I put this collar on you, you're going to have to be naked."

"Babes ..." I laughed, but he was serious.

"Answer me one question Mom and answer it honestly. Does that thought turn you on?"

Oh God. I'm going to burn in hell, I am going to burn in hell, I am so going to burn in hell. I nodded and hung my head in shame.

"Babes, I've answered your questions, now answer me a question."

"What Mom?"

"What do you get out of all this?"

He didn't have to think at all, not even for a moment. He answered me right away.

"I get to spend quality time with my most favourite person in the whole world. The person I love most. You."

"Oh Babes. I love you. You know that don't you? That I love you."

"I do Mom. Of course I know."

"Do I say it enough? I'll say it more."

"Mom ..." he smiled. "You say it plenty."

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Chapter 07

"And besides Mom, it's not just you that gets off on this shit. I'm as big a perve as you are, remember! And when you go to your room to touch yourself, I'm going to mine and I'm going to touch myself too. So don't think you're corrupting me any more than I'm corrupting you. We're both adults, we're not children, we don't need protecting."

I think I was beginning to get through to her. Even though I could feed her submissive fantasies, my own fantasies lay squarely in the realms of incest. It was my goal to make love to my mother. To be inside my mother, unsheathed and to ejaculate into her and eat my cum as it trickled out.

I decided to up the ante. And in the process, open up a way to allow my mother to be nude in front of me.

"Do you fantasize about being caught naked Mom? Bare, exposed?"

Mom squirmed a little, but her eyes and the corners of her mouth gave my answer.

"Would you like me to catch you naked?"

"No." She was still resisting.

"Well, you'd better start being careful then Mom. You'd better start locking the bathroom door from now on because you just never know when I might walk in. Catch you on the toilet, catch you in the shower. It can't be helped if you leave your door unlocked all the time. An accident is bound to happen sooner or later."

I could see the way my mother was drawing her legs together and holding them tight that the idea thrilled her. She was turned on by it.

"Don't you dare," she said, before I startled her by removing my arm from around her shoulder and dropped it to her waist and with the deftest of touches, ran my fingers up the side of her torso, just skimming the side of her breast in the process.

She wriggled away from my hand.

"Don't you like that Mom? Don't you like when I touch you?"

"It's not proper."

"The things you and me think about are not proper, Mom. But who's to say what proper is? Society? Society has so many rules that we don't agree with anyway. Why should we conform to them? Let society conform to our ways for a change. Fuck society Mom."

I made emphasis of the word fuck, the first time I ever used it in front of my mother. I didn't use it much anyway, mostly a quiet 'fuck yes' while jerking off in my bedroom or bathroom, but rarely in public.

"Fuck society Mom. Behind closed doors, in our own home, we can do what we want. We can do anything, we want." As I was saying it and Mom was thinking about it, my other hand reached up her front and touched her breast. "Society will never know about that Mom, not unless we tell them."

Mom stood up and looked directly into my eyes. "I have to go Babes. I'm ... I'm all kinds of horny right now. If I don't, I'm going to explode."

Frankly, I was about ready to blow myself anyway. I suggested to Mom we do just that, go relieve ourselves and then talk more later on. Baby steps.

My cabin was small, smaller than Mom's. Mine was at the front of the boat, in the bow. V shaped berths. A small wardrobe and just enough room in the space on the floor for Mom to kneel.

I stood in front of Mom and gave her the command to strip me. She still had clothes on and she was still very nervous, but tentatively she began to undo my jeans and slide them down my legs. Her face was at my waist height and she couldn't take her eyes away from the heaving bulge in my knickers. It was so strong and so powerful that it pulled the leg elastic away from my crotch and let cold air in the side.

A moment later I commanded her to touch me and she began to massage my cock through my underpants. It felt so good. But Mom was still in her shirt and trousers. That just wouldn't do, a slave being clothed while her master was bared. I ordered her to stand and strip as I sat there and watched.

I'd seen her pubes before, just recently. They had been the object of many a masturbatory fantasy. They were engraved in my mind, hopefully never to recede. And if they did? Well, I had a video of them to refresh my memory.

Mom's boobs were perfect in every way and I couldn't help but take her nipple into my mouth and squeeze her breast.

"I love you slave ... I love you ... Mom."

My semen shot up my belly and I looked down at the warm, white puddles and the trail of semen leading to my spent dick. I lay back and felt utter contentment. I just hoped Mom was having fantasies about me in her cabin, like I was about her in mine.

I stepped out of my door, naked. Immediately to my left was the tiny galley, my right, the bathroom. Up a couple of steps was the main saloon and dinette. Beyond that, there were some steps that led up on deck and also a set that led down to Mom's cabin which had a double berth and its own en suite.

I opened the bathroom door, took a shower and cleaned myself up, wrapping a towel around my waist I poured myself a drink in the galley and went to sit up in the saloon. Mom was still in her bedroom. And the boat was vibrating. Only slightly, barely perceptible, but I could feel it.

I decided Mom needed a little enticement to start playing with me. So I sat in the saloon and waited. And waited. Mom was in her room for a whole hour more and when she came out her hair was slick wet. She'd had to shower too, no doubt to remove her sexual scent.

"Hi Babes."

"Hi Mom. Did you have a nice shower?"

"I did Babes. Thanks for asking."

"I was worried about you Mom. I nearly came in your room to see where you were."

"You did?"

I nodded. "Did you lock your door?"

She bit her lower lip and shook her head.

"You see, you've got to be so careful Mom. Who knows what I would have seen if I'd just walked in earlier."

My Mom was blushing. But I just knew my words were exciting her.

"And about that other thing ... you know I'm right, don't you Mom? A slave has to be naked. And if you want to be my slave, that's something you're going to have to accept."

"Babes, I, I don't know, I ... this is ... Babes."

"It's not so very hard Mom. It just takes the right mindset, the right commitment." I stood up and when I did, my towel fell to the floor.

Mom diverted her gaze. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't see anything."

"It's okay Mom. It's nothing you haven't seen before, right? Am I right?"

"Last time I saw it, it wasn't that big."

I smiled. "Things grow Mom. Something somewhere is always growing."

I reached down to pick up my towel and wrap it back around my waist. Mom and I both went down into the galley to get something to eat and drink and replenish our energy levels. It was just so tight in that galley, that we couldn't help brushing up against one another.

On one such pass, I made sure the towel dropped to the floor once more.

"Why you little ..."

I laughed.

"Cover yourself up."

"Why? You've had a good look at it now Mom. It doesn't bother me you seeing me anymore. It's freeing to lose your inhibitions. You should try it sometime."

Mom was doing her damnedest to keep looking away, but I caught the little glances out of the corner of her eye to check whether or not I had covered myself up yet.

"It's not right that a mother sees her son like this."

"Oh Mom. Mothers see their sons naked all the time. It's what makes mothers mothers. Or something like that anyway. You know what I mean."

"Put some clothes on," she said, covering her eyes, but peeking through her fingers, as she made her way up the steps with her glass and a sandwich.

"Mom, I don't mind you seeing me like this. I really don't."

"Babes, please ..."

"I love you Mom. There's no one I love and trust more in this world than you. If I can't trust you then, who can I trust?"

Mom kept her eyes covered but peeked to see if I was decent yet.

"You love me more than Dad?"

"Of course I do."

"Why? He's your father, he's good to you."

"I know he is and I love him. I adore him in fact, he's the best man I know."

"Then why?"

I reached down and picked the towel up from the floor, but instead of wrapping it around my waist, I slung it over my shoulder and walked up to my Mom. Taking her hand to remove it from her eyes, I held her face in my fingers and said, "Because I don't want to do this to Dad."

I kissed her. But properly. Passionately. And she let me.

She even began to kiss me back and when the kiss ended and I looked at her, she had her eyes shut. As they began to open I kissed her again, opening my mouth to pop my tongue out to lick between her lips.

That was as far as it could go without her approval. I wouldn't go further if she were not willing. I just hoped she would consent. I probed further, begging almost, at her door. Please Mom, let me in. Just this once. Please. I love you.

And then she did. I felt her tongue on mine and I knew she'd be mine. And the song played in my head. "My mother is mine."

Mom again waited a moment to open her eyes and when she did, she didn't look at me, she just said 'get dressed' and left me standing there.

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Chapter 08

I shut myself in my room again. This just wasn't fair. The little bugger was making me so fucking horny. His big, fat, flaccid cock. He knew he was teasing me and he knew he was tempting me, tempting me into this – this way of life he seemingly had all planned out.

But how could I indulge? Had I already indulged him too far? I'd just kissed him for goodness sake. And not just a peck either. My son had gone further with me than his own father had in – in six months at least.

I sighed as I sat down on my bed and relived the moment in my mind.

He lifted my chin and with tears in his eyes looked into my very soul. I didn't notice him leaning into me and I didn't notice the beginning of our kiss. I didn't notice when I shut my eyes and I didn't notice when I opened my mouth to let his tongue slip inside. I didn't notice any of it.

With my eyes shut and our tongues entwined, my mind just went blank and I enjoyed the moment. And that was the moment, the exact moment, the moment I saw my son had been right – I had stopped thinking.

More importantly, I had stopped thinking of him as my son and was only concerned with the pleasure he was giving me and the love I felt for him. The desire I felt in my heart.

I don't know how long our kiss lasted, but there were long threads of saliva between our mouths when it ended and as I looked across at his chest, I noticed the fear had gone from my own heart. There was a stillness, a calm, a feeling that, while it wasn't right, it wasn't quite as wrong anymore.

I saw the collar lying there on my bed. The leash too. God, I wanted to know what else he had in that bag that he was keeping from me.

For the second time that day, I took off all my clothes and lay on my bed. I reached for the collar and managed to fasten it myself. I then opened my bedside draw and pulled out my tablet computer and just lay there, naked, reading.

I hadn't read for long. It seemed that my stories just weren't doing it for me anymore. They had ignited my sex drive and opened me up to new possibilities, but now in my time of need, the fantasies contained within just weren't powerful enough to compete with my present reality. I was fast becoming the slave I so desperately dreamt of becoming.

Those other characters weren't the stars anymore, I was. So I found the video I'd filmed that dreaded day, the one with me naked in my little boy's room, naked as the day I was born with the exception of my makeshift collar, spanking myself and displaying myself to the camera in the most undignified way imaginable. I pressed play and began to finger myself. My door was unlocked and my son was on the other side. Would he go through with his threats? I guessed only time would tell.

I played with my nipples, circling them, pinching them. My breasts were a tidy size and shape and I was able to tease my hardening nipples into my mouth, licking them until they were glossy and moist. My fingers continuing to roll and pinch, squeeze and caress, tickle my breasts as a whole, running in wide circles with a light touch and a brief flick under a single finger as it came in contact with my nipples.

My chest was alive with my touch and everything was just so deliciously sensitive. I think if I had continued, I would actually have been able to bring myself to climax through massaging my breasts alone.

But neglecting my pussy was torturous in a despicably delightful way. Would my son really withhold my orgasms from me? I hoped he would. It would be just like in those stories then. All the slaves had more powerful orgasms because of it. They would be brought to the brink, over and over again, each time denied at the last.

It got them into such a sexual frenzy that by the time their orgasm did finally arrive, they would pass out from sensory overload. I wanted to experience that. I did. I so desperately did. And there was just no way that that was ever going to happen with George. My son was my only hope.

I replayed the video one more time, then set it back in my drawer. I'd been more than an hour last time when my son had threatened to enter. How long would he make me wait this time before making good on his promise?

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Chapter 09

Mom had disappeared back into her room again. I'd got dressed as instructed and went and sat in the saloon. But she wasn't coming out. I thought about going back to my room – if she was going to spend this entire vacation wanking in her room, maybe I should just do the same.

I saw the bag on the seat with the goodies inside. I picked out the clit massager and went and stood outside Mom's door and listened.

After a few minutes, I gently placed my hand on the handle and began to squeeze. The door had a lock on the other side and I felt like I'd given her ample warning. When the door began to open, I looked inside.

Mom was completely naked except for her collar. Her eyes were shut tight and she had the fingers of her left hand rummaging around inside her while the fingers of her right rapidly strummed across her clit, which was poking out of its hood between her pubic forest and throbbing for all to see. Well, me anyway.

Her breasts were incredible. They were simply awesome. I'd never seen anything like them in all the years I sat in front of my TV screen wanking at the sight of some adult performer or Hollywood actress. Mom's boobs were glorious. The way they sagged back on her chest, so naturally as to almost lie flat and yet retain a subtle curve. Her nipples were deep red and looked just like her clit, both in colour and erectness. As she writhed in pleasure at fingering her most sensitive parts, her boobs jiggled, like a wave, fluid and divine. It left me in no doubt that God was either a man or a lesbian, there simply could be no more perfect creature in all of creation – than woman.

"Oh master, master please ..." she moaned quietly to herself.

With that, I slid the switch on the massager which was now firmly seated on my index finger and it began to buzz.

Mom's eyes opened and stared right at me. She didn't cover up or move a muscle; she was in too much shock. But the balance needed to be addressed. She was naked, I was not. Either I had to get naked myself and be her equal, or I had to step into the role of her master and keep my clothes on.

I had to take control right there and then. Mom had her collar, I had a vibrating finger. I leaned over Mom. I'd never seen her look more helpless in all her life.

"Don't think Mom, just enjoy."

I kissed her passionately on the lips and as we were kissing, my buzzing finger found it's way between her thighs. I immediately felt Mom's hand on mine as it guided me to where she wanted.

"Ohhh," she moaned and plunged her tongue deeper into my mouth. Then, without warning, she withdrew, turning her head and pushing my hand away from her opening, she used her arms to cover her modesty as best she could.

"Are you my mother?" I switched off the buzzer. "Or are you my slave?" I turned it back on. "Mother?" Off. "Slave?" On.

Mom shut her eyes tight. And groaned. A moment later, the arm which covered her breasts fell to her side and the one that covered her vagina, pulled back on her clit hood to expose her little horny protrusion. She splayed her legs and whispered, "I am your slave, Master."

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Chapter 10

We moored that night about ten miles further up Loch Ness. My son and I had hardly spoken a word since that afternoon.

I wanted to. I wanted desperately to be able to tell him he'd given me the greatest orgasm of my life, the most cataclysmic, cataleptic, catatonic, caterwauling moment in the history of the world. I had felt nothing so intense since the day I gave birth to him – that very opening he found his way out of, he found his way back into for the first time today.

But every time I went to speak, I forgot how. Every word I thought to say, I lost at the end of my tongue. My tongue, which had been in his mouth and his in mine. I wanted to put my hand on his cheek and tell him everything would be alright, that he was right, that we could get through this.

He'd released me and awakened me. My son was right, I could do this. But as I looked across at him, I wasn't sure he could.

He looked visibly disturbed.

As if the fantasy had taken over and had built itself up higher and higher in his mind, to the point where he had to do something about it, but now that it was done, it was out of his system and he was left with just the stark reality of what had passed. I feared he had come back down to Earth with a bang.

"Babes ..."

He didn't look up or respond.

I wiped a tear from my eye. All my worst fears. I'd damaged him. I'd ruined our relationship forever by committing the greatest taboo in western society. I went to my room, lay on my bed and cried my eyes out.

I didn't know what time it was, all I knew it was dark. I was in my bed and my son's arm was wrapped around me. I don't know what time he came into my room or what he came in for, but he was here and his arm was around me and that was all that mattered. I wrapped my arm around him and went to sleep, blissfully relieved and in tears, hopeful of what tomorrow would bring.

We woke together, stirring at the same sound of a dog barking outside.

He smiled at me, with his eyes – and I back at him.

"Babes ... are you okay?"

"Mom ..." He sighed. "I just ..." He sighed again. Then laughed. "I think I forgot how to speak."

I started to cry, tears of joy. We were so alike, my boy and me. Emotionally we were on the same wavelength. Always had been. We were emotionally attuned. He'd had no words and neither had I.

I pulled his face to my bosom and threatened to never let him go.

"Mom, Mom, I'm suffocating. I need air."

"Sorry Babes."

He kissed me again; and again my lips opened to receive him.

I was crossing the line and I knew it. I was an exhibitionist at heart and a submissive. I wanted to be dominated and I wanted to be a slave. But I didn't want to be just anybody's slave. I wanted to be my son's. Someone who cared about me.

God, I had read enough stories on that website to know that people's fantasies ranged from the mild to the extreme, from the kind to the cruel. There were people on that site effectively writing about rape and non-consensual sex. Being forced or strong-armed and made to endure all kinds of wicked depravity. Each to his own, I suppose, but I could never partake of any of my secret fantasies except with someone I loved and who loved me just as much. That was so important, to have that trust and that bond, that mutual respect.

And my son, through no fault of my own, was turning out to be the one – the one that the universe had somehow selected for me – to be my partner in crime, so to speak.

I knew he had read stories of incest. He made no attempt to hide that little titbit of information from me. He had indulged me in my fantasy and was continuing to, but in so doing, we had crossed over into each other's fantasies. And I found myself – I didn't want to say it out loud or even acknowledge it in my mind, but – I was enjoying this illicit contact with my son.

We'd seen each other naked, he had masturbated me with a sex toy attached to the end of his finger and put some of his fingers inside my most womanly part. His mother's most womanly part. He had kissed me and I had kissed him. Truly, madly, deeply. And I had loved every second of it.

Maybe, just maybe, I had some incestuous fantasy of my own rattling around somewhere inside.

I had never seen the appeal of BDSM until I read a story that let me in on the psychology of it all. Prior to that, I just thought it was weird. Before this trip, I had only thought of incest as truly wrong. But the lines between right and wrong were being blurred more and more with each passing day.

I had seen my son's penis yesterday. It may only have been soft, but I just had to face facts. I was having incestuous feelings for my son. And at this present moment in time, there was no limit to which I wouldn't go with him.

As I lay on my back on my bed in the aft cabin, my son lay across me with his head on my chest. I stroked the side of his cheek and planted soft kisses on his hand which I held in mine. The light permeated through the narrow curtains which encircled three sides of the room above us and as we lay there, neither one of us wanted to move.

I knew his mind in that moment as surely as I knew my own – there was nowhere else in all the world that either of us wanted to be more than where we were – in each other's arms.

And I wanted to show him something.

"Babes, would you reach into my drawer please?"

He leant over and looked inside. There was but one thing in there, my tablet. He handed it to me and I swiped it on and located my secret video. My heart beat fast in my chest, but I wanted to share this with him. I thought it would help explain my fantasy with him and show him just what turned me on.

The first thing he saw as we lay there watching it together was his room back home.

"That's my bedroom."

I waited a moment.

"Fuck! Fuck Mom. Fuckety-fuck-fuck-fuck!"

He'd just seen me walk away from the camera, stark naked in his room.

"FUCK!" His eyes almost popped out of his head when I turned to face camera and he saw me in all my glory. He caught his breath. "Mom ..."

He took the tablet from me and placed it down on the bed alongside us, then leaned over me and started to kiss me on the lips.

I squirmed. "Babes ... that's awful. What have you been feeding yourself? Your tongue tastes like a wrestler's armpit. That's just disgusting. Please ..." I said, giggling. "Go brush your teeth."

As he was cleaning his, I cleaned my own. He was back on my bed when I came out of my en suite. He was watching the video and I could see the erection in his pyjamas.

"Looks like you need a pee Babes."

"No Mom. I just had one." He turned to me and smiled.

I knew what was on that screen was like gold to him. It was like the best Christmas and Birthday present ever. I had shared this most intimate thing with my son and I would have understood if he had been unable to take his eyes off it. But the moment he turned to smile at me, his eyes only looked into my own. He didn't even scan down my body to glance at my breasts in my grey t shirt or my panties lower down. He just met my gaze and just stayed there, willingly captured.

I had to smile as I knelt on the bed alongside and leaned over him, his boner involuntarily twitching just out of sight. I now had two fantasies fluttering around in my mind. Yes, I was secretly looking forward to a day of submission, being his slave, preferably naked if he would carry out his threat, but I was also now craving the incestuous love of my darling baby boy.

So what I did next was probably more surprising to him than it was to me. I pulled at the elastic at the front of his pyjamas, then let it snap back. I pulled it up, lifting it well off his body and bit my lower lip, all the while my son watching me. Again, I let it snap back. The third time my fingers found their way to the elastic, he grabbed my wrist and dragged it – and his pyjamas, down his legs.

I looked at it. His penis. It was hard as a rock and the tip had come out from hiding and exposed itself to me. He had never been more naked in all his life before me. His glans, that big purple mushroom, that I had never seen in its entirety, had shown itself to me. That was my son's. It had never been mine, it wasn't a mother's to see, anymore than a mother's clit was her son's to see. His most manly part. Exposed.

I leaned over to kiss him and felt it as it rubbed against my leg, leaving slippery, slimy trails up and down my thigh as though a slug or snail had had its wicked way with me. And God help me, I wanted my son to do so much more with it.

At breakfast we had the talk.

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Chapter 11

"So ..." I thought about it for a moment, trying to get it right in my head. "You're looking to be commanded, essentially having all decisions removed from your control, you do as I say and nothing else. I mean literally, you don't take a piss without my say so."

Mom nodded as she took a bite of her toast.

"You want to be exposed, stripped bare and similarly, have no say in it. If I order you naked, that's how you remain until I tell you otherwise?"

"Yes Babes."

"Well, that's fine indoors, but what about in public? Are you looking to feel the humiliation of being nude in front of strangers?"

Mom sighed. "You know it turns me on, but, I just don't think I can. Take it outdoors like that. I think I can do it in front of you my love, but ..."

"I read your stories Mom. I read all about those women being made to parade around made up countries in the nude. Being forced into submission and having no say in it ... it made those women hot like never before. I want that for you Mom."

She put her hand on mine and gazed right into my eyes. And smiled. "I just don't think I'm at that stage yet Babes. I'm not sure I'll ever be."

"I think the important thing here Mom, is that, it's not your decision. As my slave, I will make that choice for you as and when the time comes. You will do as I say and just have to trust that I want what's best for you. I want you to feel everything Mom. I'll decide what happens to you out in public, not you. How does that make you feel?"

Mom was shaking like a leaf. I moved around to her side of the dinette and knelt before her, holding her tight. She shook in my arms and I asked her again, "How do you feel Mom? Frightened?"

"Yes," she whispered into my ear.

"Frightened in a fearful way or frightened in a thrilling way?"

"Both."

"But are you turned on by that idea Mom?"

She pulled away from me and I could see the fear in her eyes. She put her forehead to mine and looked into my eyes, then rubbed her nose to mine. "Like never before Babes."

"Okay. So punishments. Spanking, yes?"

Mom nodded.

"Torture?"

"No. What, what, kind of torture?"

"I mean mental torture, sexual torture really. Denial of orgasms, that sort of thing. Putting objects in you, without your permission."

"Objects?"

I smiled. I'd bought a few at the sex shop. I just couldn't resist. I'd spent over a hundred pounds of my own money there.

"Do you trust me Mom?"

She nodded without hesitation.

"Then relax. The only thing you need to know is that I love you more than anything and I will not see any lasting harm come to you. Alright?"

"I trust you Babes."

"Good. Now another thing. I've done a bit of reading, external reading really, not on that site. And it's important for you to know, that I won't tolerate bottom-up suggestiveness. You're the bottom, you're the slave. I'm the top, I'm the master. It's me that controls this fantasy, not you. You don't get to decide what you do and what you don't do when you're a slave, I do. Is that understood?"

Mom took a deep breath. And nodded.

"Afterwards, when you're Mom again, you can express all your concerns, but when you're a slave and I tell you to kneel, you kneel. And you say 'yes Master', you must always respond to questions and orders from your master."

Mom was on tenterhooks. I could see that. She had a great deal of fear in her eyes right now and even though that was good, for her fantasy, I wanted to make some assurances to her.

"Mom, we have to have some rules."

"Don't I have enough rules already?"

"No. Not rules for you Mom. Rules for me. You have to know that even though I'll play the master and give you orders and hand out discipline, ultimately, it's you that will wield the true power, it's you that will get to say stop and have it mean stop."

Mom stroked the side of my face and I caught hold of her hand and kissed her palm. "Mom, it's best not to have stop as a safe word, because it's a perfectly normal response under duress and you might not actually mean it. It's better to have a more unusual word. But I've been thinking. During a probationary period, while we both find our feet, I'd like to have a traffic light system. Like green is good, amber is careful, red is stop."

"That's a good idea."

"Don't get used to it. It's only temporary, while we're both novices. But I thought maybe they should have a limited number of uses, or you'll just be screaming them out willy nilly,"

"Screaming?"

"You bet! On top of your voice! You'll have to decide if they're really warranted, because once you've used them all up, you won't have any more vetoes to fall back on. So you'll have four single use safe words for dial back a bit. I thought, John, Paul, George and Ringo."

"Oh Babes, could we leave your father out of this please?"

"Dad? Oh! George!" I laughed. "Sure. Um ..."

"How about KT, Alanis, Liz and Britney?"

"Okay. Sure. And then you'll need a word to stop things altogether and go back to being Mom without me questioning it. To return all power to you. Any ideas?"

"I do." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. I smiled. That was a great word.

"I think most of all though Mom, this has to be fun. You want to feel the thrill, the danger, the vulnerability, you want the submissiveness. You want all those things right?"

"I do Babes."

"So shall we begin?"

A tear came to Mom's eye and she looked to me, I suspect partly in fear, but partly in wild anticipation too. "Just one more thing Babes."

"What is it Mom?"

"I love you with all of my heart and soul. I love you Babes."

I couldn't help myself. Tears began to flow from both of us and I embraced my Mom.

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Chapter 12

My son held out the collar to me.

"You know what this means. This means I'm not your son. This means I'm your master."

"Yes Master."

"You're not my mother, you're my slave."

"Yes Master."

"Now slaves are not permitted to wear clothes unless I give permission to wear clothes. And I have not given permission to wear clothes. So strip slave. Strip."

"At once Master."

Oh, I felt such a thrill rush over my whole body. I just wanted to touch myself all over, but I knew I wasn't allowed and that just made me even hotter. If I had a penis like my son, it would be sticking out ten feet by now.

I unbuttoned my shirt first and let it fall, next my cords and pulled them down to my knees. I was in so much of a hurry to disrobe in front of my son that I forgot about my shoes, so I sat to take them off so I could stand free of my trousers.

I stood there in just my bra, my panties and my socks. And my slave collar, of course. I was tingling as I reached behind my back to unhook my bra. My son had seen me naked yesterday, but still, it gave me such a rush to expose myself like this to him. Next my thumbs gripped my panties and once they were past my hips, they fell to the cabin floor.

All the curtains in the boat were closed, so my son was my only audience. I lifted each foot in turn and removed my socks. I stood before my son, I mean, my master, fully naked.

My son looked into my eyes. "Good slave. How do you feel?"

"Naked Master."

"Yes. You are naked. You are very naked. But ..."

He walked around me and I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"But perhaps ... not naked enough."

"Master?"

He walked to the side window of the boat, the one that faced out into the loch. And opened the curtain.

Unlike the windows in my cabin which were perhaps three feet wide but only six inches tall, the windows in the main saloon were huge – bright and airy.

And now the daylight was shining through on my naked, exposed body. And I loved it.

There were also curtains over the front windscreen of the boat but they were roughly at chest height, which was why the cabin steering position was up two steps from the rest of the cabin floor. My son opened them too, but now, anybody walking along the towpath alongside would be able to see in.

This thought thrilled me, but also scared me and I considered yelling out 'KT', but steeled my nerve and resisted.

There was nobody on the towpath anyway.

My son walked back over to me and blew on my neck. "Hands by your sides slave. Any attempt to cover up your nakedness will result in punishment."

"Yes Master. I'm sorry Master."

Once more, my son turned away from me and reached for the curtains of the one remaining window – the one directly adjacent to the towpath.

Oh no, please no, don't. I'm just not ready for that.

I watched his hand on the curtain and instead of drawing them back the whole way, he just parted them slightly so there was a four inch vertical strip down the middle.

"Face the towpath slave."

"Yes Master."

My son then climbed the steps to go out on deck, leaving the hatch open. He strolled across to where the gap was in the curtains and crouched down to peer through.

The next thing I knew, he was kneeling alongside the boat with his hands scooped each side of his face and his nose pressed up to the window. I smiled at him. He was so cute, peeking at me through the window.

A few moments later he was back in the saloon and his hands were on the curtains drawing them back the rest of the way.

No, no, I wasn't ready for this. There were people out there and they would see me. "KT, KT!" I yelled.

"Mom? What is it?"

"I'm not ready for that Babes. Please, draw them."

"If I do that Mom, you'll have used KT and you'll just have three more words left to use. Are you sure you want to use one so early on? We've barely got started."

"I do Babes. Please. Draw the curtains on that side." There were people coming into view. I panicked. "Please Babes. Now."

With that, my son's hands swiftly drew the curtains shut.

"Ready?"

I nodded.

"Okay slave. I'm a little surprised you did that then, used up a safe word, I mean."

"I'm sorry Master."

"That's okay slave, that's quite okay, but ..."

"But what Master?"

"Well, the windows are tinted slave. When I went outside, I couldn't actually see in. I had to press my face to the glass before I could see anything. I just thought that it might give you a thrill to stand so naked and see people pass by so close."

"Oh Master." I sighed.

"Would you like me to open them again slave?"

"Please Master, yes."

"Very well."

He opened the curtains and now the whole cabin was flooded with light from three sides.

"Hmn. Let me see. What else do we have in this bag, slave?"

He went over to his case and opened it just a slither, just enough to pull one item out. Again, it was not one I had asked for and at first glance, I couldn't quite make out what it was. Then I realised. It was a blindfold.

"Come here slave. Time for some sensory deprivation."

"Yes Master."

My son stood behind me and a moment later, I could see only darkness and nothing of the cabin or the world beyond. He shuffled me forward and sideways, then turned me around and then suddenly I had a shock. Cold all up the front of my body. I retreated instinctively and stepped on my son's foot.

"Oh slave ... tut, tut, tut. I think that calls for some punishment."

A few moments later, my naked body was bent over my son's knee and he slapped my ass with his bare hand.

"One."

The thrill. I was wet. I was pulsating. I just wanted to put my hands in my pussy and go to work on myself.

"Two."

Oh. I wasn't going to last the morning like this. This was a sensation like none ever before. This was my fantasy, this was my dream,

This was my reality.

"Three."

I ground my pussy into my son's knee, but he pulled me off it and back into place.

"Four." It was a harder slap that time. I loved it. My son was really finding his feet.

With five came the moment pain and pleasure melded into one infectious addiction. I wanted more. It hurt enough to make me wince, but only momentarily before allowing the acute feeling of bliss to permeate deeper into my body, every inch of me now felt connected as if at the end of some super fast neural pathway.

Six. Nggghhhh. I gasped and whimpered. It was like scratching the beautiful itch, crossing the threshold, blurring the line between agony and ecstasy. Was this subspace?

I made it to seven before I could take no more and plunged my fingers deep into my pussy.

My son stopped his punishment and lifted me to my feet.

"Hands by your side slave."

"Yes Master."

Still blind to the world, I felt him grab my wrist and begin to wrap something around it. Then my other wrist, exactly the same.

"Hands behind your head slave."

"Yes Master"

"Are you aware of what you did wrong slave?" he asked as I felt a chain being threaded through the loops of what were obviously wrist cuffs to match my collar.

"I touched myself without Master's permission."

"That's right slave. So in order to keep your hands away from your pussy, I am chaining both your wrists to your collar. You cannot feel yourself up then and you will be displaying yourself in a most pleasurable manner."

"Yes Master."

"Now. I believe you have three more slaps awaiting you."

"Yes Master."

I found myself back over my son's knee and I resisted the urge to grind into it again, though I was excited beyond belief. In my blindfold with my cuffs fastened to my collar, I bent naked and received my punishment from my son.

He shuffled me across the cabin again.

"Now try not to flinch this time slave. More punishment will await if you do."

"Yes Master, I'll try Master."

Again, I felt the cold all down my front. On my breasts and stomach, on the tops of my thighs and I could even feel the cold on my pussy. My nipples were as erect as they had ever been. I was pressed to the window, looking out onto the towpath. I knew this, because it was the only window that I could stand against, the one overlooking the loch was alongside the dinette and I could not stand against that one.

"Now you stand there slave until I tell you otherwise. I'm going to the shops for some milk and the papers. But just to complete your sensory deprivation, I'm going to put some earplugs into your ears. Be a good slave and behave while I am gone."

"Yes Master."

Oh the joy. The bliss. I was naked and pressed to the window. This was one of my long standing fantasies. My whole body was alive and overloaded with sensuousness. I could feel the mild tremble in my breasts, the aching in my nipples, the butterflies in my stomach, the fire in my vulva. My buttocks twitched and I began to rub my inner thighs together.