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 It had been a very busy Sunday night at the restaurant, leaving Katherine
exhausted.  She dreaded returning home to the mess she was sure that her
son had left the house in.  Michael was normally such a good kid, but at
times, it seemed all he wanted to do was make her job even harder.  Since
her husband left them not long after Michael's 8th birthday, they both felt
the other was the only one they could really count on.  That was 9 years
ago.

   As she entered the kitchen from the garage, she hung her keys on the
hook near the door.  She smiled to herself as she saw that he had tidied up
after himself tonight.  She saw there was a note on the counter reading
"Mom, I put a plate in the microwave for you.  See you tomorrow.  Love,
Michael." Katherine heated up the plate of food, picking at it before she
gave in to her exhaustion.

   She climbed the stairs, heading toward her bedroom desiring a relaxing
hot bath before slipping into bed.  Her son's room was near the top of the
stairs, and when she turned the corner, she could see his door was slightly
ajar.  From the dim flashes of light peeking around the door, she could
tell that his TV was still on.  Unsure if he was awake, she crept to the
door, peaking in to see if he had fallen asleep with the television on
again, which he did often.

   Her hand flew up, covering her mouth as she tried to stifle the gasp,
her eyes remained glued to the image before her.  There was Michael on his
bed naked, stroking his thick 6-inch cock as he stared, eyes glazed over in
a mixture of lust and pleasure, at the television screen, watching two men
perform oral sex on each other.  She was shocked by what she witnessed, but
could not look away.  It did not take long for her son's cock to erupt,
sending thick ropes of cum all over his chest.  She felt a tingle deep
inside her as she watched him drag his fingers through the pool of cum and
bring it to his lips, sucking it clean quickly.  When she stepped back, a
floorboard let out a moaning creak, alerting Michael to her presence.

   "Mom?" he said as he sat up quickly reaching for his t-shirt.

   "Hi Michael.  I'm off to bed, thanks for taking care of dinner and
cleaning up downstairs," she blurted out quickly as she hurried toward her
bedroom.

   She shut the door, leaning against it as she tried to make sense of what
she was feeling.  She heard Michael get up and shut his door as well. 
Katherine locked herself in her bathroom and started running water in her
whirlpool tub.  Lavender crystals gave the room such a wonderful scent as
she poured some into the hot water, swishing her hand around as the tub
filled.  She tried to shake the images of her son out of her head, but it
was impossible.

   She stood up, stripping off her slim black cotton pants and white silk
blouse, dropping the clothing to the floor.  When she started to gather up
the clothes to throw in the hamper, she was surprised to feel the dampened
material of her panties where it had pressed against her pussy.  It made
her uneasy to think that the site of her own son masturbating excited her
so much.  She stuffed the clothing into the hamper and climbed into the
tub.

   The steamy water felt so good on her tired muscles, soothing her aching
body as she sank down into the water.  She closed her eyes, letting her
hand wander mindlessly across her body.  Her lips parted slightly as her
hand traveled down her stomach, toward her needy pussy.  Despite her
efforts to push the thoughts from her mind, they filtered back into her
consciousness.  Her fingers danced across her flesh as they reached her
throbbing little button.

   A soft moan escaped as she manipulated the tiny nub.  She reached over,
clicking the button for the jets to kick on.  She repositioned herself,
aiming one of the powerful jets toward her sensitive flesh.  Visions of her
son's naked body kept appearing as she let the water rush against her,
sending her into a state of sheer, unadulterated bliss.  Her body trembled
slightly at first as the raging passions within her surfaced.  Her delicate
hands gripped the edges of the tub as she let go of control.  Her body was
soon caught in the grips of a deeply satisfying orgasm.  Her body shuddered
as she braced herself.

   Images of her son, kneeling down before her with his head buried between
her thighs pushed her further, sending her into multiple orgasms.  Her body
was now at the mercy of her lusts.  She murmured his name as her hand
traveled over her right breast, kneading it before she turned her attention
to the distended nipple.  She pinched it lightly, sending chills through
her body as another wave of intense pleasure shot through her.

   Her hand shakily reached for the button once again, clicking off the
jets.  She remained in the tub for several more minutes, regaining the
strength that the orgasms drained from her.  The water had cooled down
considerably now, so Katherine climbed out, letting the water drain from
the tub.  She took a thick towel from the shelf and wrapped it around
herself.  She went to the mirror, wiping her hand across its foggy surface
and stared at herself for several moments.

   Part of her expected to see a change, to see some sort of horrible fiend
staring back at her because of her thoughts.  She knew it was wrong to feel
that way about her child but since the abandonment, he was the only man she
had thought of in that way.  She sighed, retreating from her mirror image
to dry off and slip into something to wear to bed.

   She went to her room, pulling a soft pink silk nightgown from the
dresser drawer along with a pair of matching panties.  Once she had slipped
them on, she crawled into bed, still plagued with thoughts of Michael. 
Hoping a good night's sleep would put these things behind her, she closed
her eyes and quickly was overcome by a deep slumber.

   Katherine awoke in the morning, still full of questions about her son
and the newly developing urges she was having.  She pulled on her robe,
tying it loosely before she headed downstairs to make breakfast as usual.
As she stood in front of the stove preparing the morning meal, she lost
herself in a mental debate about the situation so completely she did not
hear Michael enter the kitchen.

   He sat down at the table, taking a few drinks of the orange juice she
had set out for him.  He remained quiet for a few moments, the concern
about last night still hanging heavy over him.  The sound of his glass
hitting the table as it nearly slipped out of his hand startled Katherine,
breaking through the web of thoughts.  She quickly spun around to see where
the noise came from.

   "Oh Michael I didn't hear you come downstairs," she said.

   "That's ok mom," he chuckled.  "I didn't mean to scare ya."

   They both fell quiet again as the awkward tension between them continued
to grow.  Neither one of them could bring themselves to mention the
previous night's events for fear of embarrassment.  She smiled at her son,
setting a plate of pancakes in front of him.  Just as she had put it down,
the belt of her robe came loose, giving Michael a wonderful view of the
nightie that barely covered her creamy white breasts.  Her face was flushed
as she froze for a moment.

   She turned stepped back, turning away from him as she tied the robe
tightly this time.  As she turned back, out of the corner of her eye she
caught him adjusting the slight bulge in his jeans.  Her eyes widened at
the site.  She could not help but wonder if the incident had aroused him.
The shameful feeling washed over here again as she found herself hoping
that he enjoyed what he had saw.

   She took her plate and a fresh cup of coffee to the table, sitting down
across from him.  Her gaze kept moving from her plate, to her son and
quickly back before he could see her looking at him.  She ate very little
of the pancakes she prepared, mainly just pushing them around on the plate
between sips of coffee.  The anxiety that stemmed from her impending plan
killed her appetite.

   Michael put his dishes in the dishwasher after he finished his
breakfast. Katherine felt relieved now that he was leaving.  He gave her
the usual kiss on the cheek before grabbing his backpack and heading out
the door to the garage.  As he walked away, she found herself looking at
his body.  He was a little on the thin side for a boy his age, but it
seemed to make the perfect curve of his rear more noticeable.  Just before
closing the door, he stopped, turning to look back at his mother for a
moment.

   "I'll see you later mom, have a good day at work," he smiled as he shut
the door behind him.

   Katherine began to feel more guilty about what she was about to do.  She
cleared the table and puttered around the kitchen for a short time, making
sure that her son would not pop back in for a forgotten item.  Finally,
when she was confident she would not be disturbed she walked upstairs. 
Each step closer to her son's room seemed to fill her with a mixture of
dread and excitement.  Her hand shook slightly as she stood in front of his
door and reached for the doorknob.

   She took a deep breath, her mouth and throat feeling very dry as she
pulled the door open slowly.  Inside his room, the scent of his cologne
lingered, filling her lungs with every breath.  Katherine noticed that the
tape was still in the VCR.  She turned on the television and rewound the
tape before moving on to the nightstand.  She sat on the bed as she opened
the top drawer.  Nothing out of the ordinary was in the drawer, just a
notebook, a few pens, an address book and his cell phone charger.

   The normalcy of it seemed to calm her, making her think there was
nothing unusual about her son after all.  The drawer was pushed closed, and
the one beneath it was opened next.  Her eyes widened as she stared at its
contents.  Inside a small bottle of cherry scented lubricant with
benzocaine, a small light blue dildo, and several magazines were visible.
She reached in, picking up each item and laying it on the bed.  Much to her
surprise when she lifted the magazines, she found two pairs of panties.  It
was not until she pulled them from the drawer that she realized that both
were hers.

   She noticed inside the front of one was a small dried semen stain, much
too small for a full load of cum.  As if some unseen force was compelling
her, she pulled the panties closer to her face.  The stale scent of her own
secretions mixed with the stain's aroma filled her nostrils.  Before she
could stop herself, her tongue darted out from between her lips, running
over her son's secretions.

   The sound on the television had been turned down considerably the night
before, so when the sound of a man moaning passionately broke the silence,
it startled her.  She dropped the panties on the bed, completely
embarrassed by what she had done.  She looked at the magazines strewn over
the bed for a moment, noticing they were all of the BDSM variety.  She then
picked up the dildo, inspecting it for a moment.

   The toy appeared to be about the same size as her son's cock appeared to
be from what she witnessed the night before.  Her fingertips moved over
every inch of it slowly.  The moans continued, finally distracting her
attention from the toy.  Her fingers traced over the smooth surface of the
slender rubber cock as she stared at the screen.

   There on the tape was a man, dressed very femininely and wearing full
make up, tied up and bent over a large ottoman.  A woman wearing only a
leather bra, boots and a strap on was holding a riding crop that she was
using to strike him repeatedly on the back and buttocks.  Something inside
Katherine was stirring once again.  She watched the scene in utter
amazement while the crotch of her silk panties was becoming increasingly
wet.

   Her hand massaged the fake phallus as she sat mesmerized by what she was
witnessing.  Her mind kept switching the image on her, making her think of
her son in that position.  This thought aroused her more than she ever
imagined it would.  A desire grew as she continued to watch.  She knew now
that she had to do this.  She had to dominate Michael.

   Katherine was so overcome by her lusts that she seemed to forget where
she was or what she was there for.  The tip of the dildo was now tracing
over her silk covered pussy lips, pressing against the fabric slightly
harder with each pass.  Finally, with a tiny nudge, the thin strip was slid
over and the toy pushed into her dripping wet pussy.  Her legs spread
further apart as she worked it in and out to the same rhythm as the man was
now being fucked.  Her eyes remained transfixed on the images before her,
dreaming of being the one in control.

   The scene changed several times between different couples.  The last
scene began with a woman and two men.  Katherine recognized it immediately
as what her son had been watching the night before.  This seemed to arouse
her even more as she thought back to seeing him tasting the fresh cum that
landed on his chest.

   Her sweet juices dripped down her slit as she began to buck into the
toy's thrusts.  She could feel her climax quickly approaching as she
fantasized about her only child.  Her body shuddered hard as the orgasm
ripped through her, leaving her panting hard and trembling when it
subsided. She collapsed back onto the bed, leaving the rubber cock
partially inside her quivering pussy.

   As she began to rationalize that since her son was going to end up being
dominated by someone eventually, it was only right that she be the one to
enjoy doing it.  Katherine returned his things to the way she found them,
and vacated her son's room.  She spent the rest of her time before work on
the internet investingating different sex toy sites and articles about
BDSM, all the while planning on how to make her move.

   It took several days for everything to fall into place but finally
Katherine was ready to set her plan in motion.  With the long weekend ahead
of them and no work, she would have plenty of time to make Michael hers
completely.  It was not until Friday afternoon that she put her plan in
motion.

   Michael arrived home from school to find his mother sitting at the
kitchen table with the contents of the bottom nightstand drawer laid out in
front of her.  She wore a dark t-shirt and jeans to hide what was beneath
her clothing.  His eyes widened as a terrified look spread across his face.
For a moment, she just stared at him in complete silence.

   "Michael...  I am very disappointed in you," she sternly spoke.

   "Mom I can explain...  I," he said before she cut him off.

   "Michael, go upstairs and change your clothes.  I will be up in a moment
to deal with you.  Now go...," she commanded.

   Michael did not say another word, he quickly went upstairs.  When he
entered his bedroom he was shocked, for on his bed was a pink silk thong
and a black leather dog collar with a white card sitting next to them.  He
picked up the card and opened it.  "Put these on and kneel.  NOW" was
written inside in his mother's handwriting.

   His cock twitched as he stared at the note for a moment.  Hearing
footsteps at the bottom of the stairs, he frantically began to undress.  He
had barely gotten the panties on and the collar fastened when he heard her
reach the top of the stairs.  Quickly, he dropped to his knees.

   His mouth dropped open when he caught a glimpse of his mother as she
stood in the doorway.  Normally she dressed like a typical suburban soccer
mom, but nothing could have ever prepared Michael for what he saw.  Before
him stood, his mother who looked like a sexual goddess dressed in a black
leather bustier and thong that tied on the sides, with a pair of black
stiletto boots.  She dangled the end of a leash in front of his face and
smiled.
   "It's time for your punishm