From mdnmist@ibm.net Fri Mar 14 21:34:15 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.bondage
Subject: Story: TEEN'S TURN
From: mdnmist@ibm.net
Date: Fri, 14 Mar 1997 21:34:15 -0500
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DISCLAIMER: Warning, If you are not at least 18 years old, or are not
interested in a story with adult content, please stop now.



This was one of my earlier stories. It's an oldie but goody. Al least it
always gets a rise out of my husband .... :)

Enjoy ..... Maiden Mist

Teen's Turn
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Being a single mother, I had relatively little time for myself. Working,
managing a house, and taking care of my teenage son took almost all the
time in my day, most every day. So, when I had been offered a chance to
go out on a date, I quickly accepted the invitation. I was a little
insecure about my appearance, being now forty years old, but made up for
it by pampering myself with a fresh hair style. I dressed to feel good
also. Under a tight fitting jeans skirt and blue satin blouse I wore a
blue silk bra, panties, and garter belt. I finished this ensemble off
with a pair of basic tan stockings and clogs. Looking in the mirror I
thought to myself "not bad for a mother with a son about to enter
college".
 
The date went well, but had to end earlier than I would have liked as my
escort had to return home to his daughter. She was a preteen, and
couldn't be left alone late. Too bad, I could have stayed all night,
besides, he was cute and I could have exercised my long neglected
feminine needs on him. Having not a husband for three years and raising
a son made my love life rather bleak. Any attention was welcomed. But,
for now duty called, and I understood.

Upon returning home I found my teen age son and two of his friends
lounging around the den watching television. Having just reached
eighteen, legal age, I also noticed the beer cans lined up on the fire
place mantel. Sighing to myself, I went to make a cup of tea. While
doing so I overheard one of the them comment to my son, "For a mom,
yours is a babe, I sure wouldn't mind having her suck on my hairy
dick."  Strolling back into the room I bantered "Not unless you tied me
down, sweetie. Now go play like a good little boy". I was half shocked
and half teasing. It's a wonder that a teenager could think about a
friend's mom in that manner. I turned and went back to my tea.

Apparently, in their semi-intoxicated state, they took my retort as a
challenge, for when I returned to the den with my drink I was grabbed by
the three of them and wrestled to the floor. They were all wearing the
leather braided belts which are popular among the kids. Worn long and
the ends hanging down. Quickly, my son's two friends pulled the belts
from their pants and used them to tie me. One around my wrists, and the
other around my ankles, securing me from getting away. So, I ended up on
my knees, hands tied behind me. I started to struggle, but then
curiosity and a little wave of excitement held me back. Tom, the
smallest of the three, paraded in front of me and in a drunken swagger,
unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Walking up to me and waving
it in my face he exclaimed "Well you're tied down mommy dear, like you
said, so blow
me !" To his surprise, and I guess mine also, I did. Sucking his penis
in with my lips I pulled him in my mouth. He had a rather small member,
and I easily encompassed its length. He was so excited by my unexpected
reaction, that he ejaculated within a minute. Ben, the second friend,
seeing this action, decided that he wanted a try also. Made braver by
Tom's luck, and my docile reaction,  he strolled over to me and pulled
his pants down below his waist. He ran his hands through my hair, then
grabbing me head started to feed his penis into my mouth. Figuring "what
the heck" and getting a little excited anyway, I let him enter my mouth.
He was larger than Tom, but not huge, and I had little trouble engulfing
him. He took a little longer to cum, but did so with great abandon,
squirting sperm down my throat in heaping spurts. 

My son, Paul, had observed this all in amazement, not ever thinking that
his mom could perform any sexual act whatsoever. He looked at me
quizzically, unsure what to do. Having just performed oral sex on his
two buddies, I was actually feeling excited, and in a teasing manner I
looked at him. "what's the matter ? My little man not used to thinking
of your mother as capable of sexual action ?" Hearing this he apparently
made up his mind what he wanted. I had figured he would have the same as
the others, but he walked past me to the couch. The den did double duty
as a guest room, and the couch was a double sleeper model. Pulling up
the cushions he found the handle and extended the bed portion out. Then
with his friends assistance I was lifted up and
plopped on top of the mattress.

I lay there on my back with my belt tied hands beneath me, and my ankles
by the foot of the bed. He climbed up next to me and unbuttoned my
blouse. Running his hands up my belly to my bra, he undid the catch
allowing my breasts to pop free. He grabbed and kneaded them in his
hands, pinching my nipples with his fingers. Then he bent down and
kissed me hard, forcing his tongue inside my mouth. Being in no position
to resist, I let him kiss and fondle me as he pleased. "My buddies got a
licking, but I want more" he exclaimed. He unzipped my skirt, then
pulled it down off of me. Next he went to the foot of the sleeper and
undid the belt holding my ankles. One of my clogs had fallen off, and he
took that foot and pulled it towards the bottom corner of the bed.
Quickly he retied my ankle to the corner brace bar. Then he pulled off
his own belt and tied my other ankle to the opposite corner. After
pulling off my other clog he ran his fingers up and down the sole of my
foot, sending me into hysterical fits of tickle induced laughter. This
lasted several minutes until I was sweaty from the exertion of the
tickle torture, and actually damp between my legs from excitement. As I
lay exhausted on the mattress, he returned to fondling and groping me as
he pleased.

Presently, he got up and went into the kitchen. He returned with a large
carving knife. For the first time, I was scared. He was my son, but he
had also been drinking. With his buddies around I was afraid of what
might happen. Coming up on top of me he slid the knife up under my
panties, and with a determined effort, slit them apart and pulled them
off of me. This left me helpless, spread eagle on the bed and exposed.
He put the knife on a shelf, then turned to face me. He unzipped his
pants, and as he pulled them down it revealed his large penis. Not being
the type to normally notice, I now realized how large it was, dangling
between his legs. He crawled back onto the bed and resumed kissing and
fondling me.  I could see him get excited as he ran his hands around my
garter belt and down my thighs. He slid his penis along my stocking
covered leg, which made him harden. He became thick and solid, engorged
with fluid as his erection swelled. He maneuvered on top of me and
started to tease by wiggling the head of his member around my vaginal
lips. By this point I had become very excited and wet, not caring that I
was tied to the bed. He forced his way inside me, stretching me wide as
he gave a long deep stroke. Being an inexperienced teenager didn't
dampen is effort. He quickly got a thrusting motion going and in a short
while was pumping madly inside me. It wasn't long before he came inside
me; great wads of hot sperm. He yelped and screamed in enjoyment. This
was great from his point of view, but unfortunate for me, as by now I
was really hot. With all three boys satisfied, relief for me was not in
sight.

Paul's friends were getting a little nervous and decided they had best
leave. He unbound me and gave them both back their belts, and after
getting them to promise to keep quiet about the night's events, showed
them out into the darkness.
 
When he returned to the den I was sitting up and pulling myself
together. I started to reach for my skirt, but he grabbed me and pushed
me back down on the mattress. While holding me down with one hand he
used the other to pull my blouse and bra completely off me. Producing a
pair of handcuffs (I am not sure I want to know where he got them) he
locked my wrists once again behind me, exclaiming "That should keep you
in check. I thoroughly enjoyed having you helpless and I think I'll keep
you that way for a while. You can spend the night as a slave, satisfying
my desires. I was in no position to argue the point, and still horny
anyway. So, when he stuck two fingers inside my vagina and started to
lift me up by them, I quickly arose and followed him. With half of his
hand inside me he led me to the bathroom and sat me on the countertop. I
was taking the opportunity to work on my carnal desires by squeezing my
vaginal muscles around his hand. But he wised up to what I was doing,
and hooking a finger around my birth control device he extracted it and
his hand from inside me. I gave him a woeful look and sighed. He
chastised me by saying "I said you would service my needs, not yours.
I'll decide if and when you will be pleasured. But for now, its my
turn." With that he pulled me from the countertop and down onto my knees
facing his long penis. Is was soft, but was nine inches long, and thick,
swinging between his legs. Batting it around my lips he ordered me to
suck him. I did as he ordered pulling the flaccid length into my mouth.
As I performed on him, running my lips around his long shaft, he started
to become hard. I continued to play with him until he reached his full
length of 11 long inches. I thought he was going to cum down my throat,
but he withdrew. Then he lifted me back on my feet and bent me over the
counter, facing the mirror. I was quite a site, my hair was tousled
around my shoulders, and my cuffed hands caused my breasts to push out.
I was clad in only my garter belt and stockings. "Now you can watch me
have my fun." he said with a snigger. He turned and picked up a bottle
of shampoo. Pouring the slick soapy mixture on his penis he chuckled,
"Now for some good clean fun". Fearing his next move, I quickly reminded
him that he a removed my birth control. "Not to worry." he said,
smiling. He ran his hands down my sides to my hips, taking a firm grasp.
He bent me farther forward, lifting me on my toes and pushing my chest
towards the counter. Slowly he ran the head of his penis down the
crevice between my cheeks, stopping at the opening of my anus. Without
giving me time to think or react he pushed the soapy slick head of his
penis through the opening. I moaned as a quick wave of pain shot through
me. He stared directly into my eyes using the mirror. With a purposeful
look, he stepped forward, impaling me with the full length of his shaft.
I saw stars and felt lightening bolts of pain as my rectum stretched and
pulled to receive him. He started thrusting inside me using long, full,
powerful strokes. With each shove I gasped and groaned. As I became
accustomed to him, I again became excited, and my sounds turned to moans
of pleasure. After several minutes of powerful, thrusting, anal
intercourse I was on the verge of orgasm. At this point Paul exploded to
climax inside me, shooting loads of hot, steamy cum up my rectum. As he
withdrew, I begged him to help me finish "Finger me, lick me, anything,
please..." But he just laughed and said my time was not yet at hand.

Paul started up a shower, and after pulling off my few remaining
articles of clothing he led me into the steamy water after him. I stood
there hands still cuffed behind me watching as he lathered and rinsed
himself. When he was finished he turned his attentions to me. He
lathered me up, sliding his soapy hands all over me. The sexual tensions
built as he caressed my legs and breasts. All this time he carefully
avoided contact with my feminine area. He tickled and teased all around
never quite touching my vaginal lips or clitoris. Finally after a long
torturous time, he rinsed me off and stopped the shower. After toweling
me dry, he made me lick all the water off of his body. I did so slowly,
catching every inch of his body. Picking up my stockings, he led me back
to my own bedroom. Rummaging through my dresser he found a white garter
belt and white nylon stockings with a little flowered design on them. He
also found a white "teddy" type top. It had spaghetti straps over the
shoulders and the satin material was shear so that everything was still
revealed. He undid the handcuffs and ordered me to put these things on.
Then pushing me down on my bed he again picked up the coffee colored
stockings from before. He used one to once again tie my wrists behind me
and the other to secure my ankles together. So, there I lay in the bed
trussed up, in a see through neglig‚e, still greatly frustrated and in
need of sexual attention.
 
My son ensured I had a long night. He randomly teased and fondled me.
Caressing my breasts, kissing my neck, running his hands up and down my
legs, and tickling my groin area under my garter belt. This continued
all through the night. He would alternately doze, then wake up and start
tempting me again. At one point during the night, he had me rolled on my
back. Crawling on top he slid his penis between my legs and in a slow
"mock" screwing motion masturbated himself to climax. Having him on top
of me, his weight pressing against me and his hot shaft rubbing between
my thighs almost got me off. But he was careful not to allow me that
final pleasure. Instead, leaving me laying on top of a puddle of warm
sticky sperm. By the time morning rolled around, I was half crazy with
desire, and is a state of arousal which overpowered all other thoughts.

My son was in an absolutely radiant mood, full of himself. "Well, mom,
having served me well overnight you have now earned the privilege of
satisfying yourself." I gave him a quizzical look. He propped me up on
the bed and untied my legs. He switched my wrists back to the handcuffs
leaving my hands tightly secured behind me. "Here are the rules", he
continued. "Your hands will remain secured. You may  reach orgasm any
way you want, but it must be while performing a sexual act on me. Part
of this scenario must include bringing me to orgasm while having vaginal
intercourse. To prove your devotion as my slave, you must do this
without birth control, accepting any consequence. Finally, you will have
to do all this yourself, while I enjoy your efforts, but provide no
assistance." With that he lay back on my bed and smiled, leaving me with
a dilemma to resolve. I could just wait and masturbate myself to orgasm
later, not risking pregnancy. But he was long and lean, and I was crazy
with need. A hard choice. I decided on my course of action.

Slowly, so not to lose my balance, I knelt beside him. Bending down I
kissed him, full on the lips, probing his mouth with my hot tongue.
Building the tension gradually I moved down his torso tonguing and
licking his nipples; occasionally nipping them gently with my teeth.
Presently I continued downward gently kissing and nibbling at his
stomach and groin area. I swung one leg around and over him so that I
was straddling his body. My head was around his genitals while my
stocking covered legs slid up his body with my toes tucked under his
arms. I had purposely positioned myself so that my intimate female parts
were right there by his head. Gingerly I lowered my lips down around the
head of his penis. I darted my tongue out and encircled the rim of the
head, tickling and teasing as I went. Probing up I teased the hole at
the tip. This elicited a soft moan from my son as his member started to
thicken and enlarge. I continued to flash my crotch in his face hoping
he would get the hint. At first I wasn't sure, as his hands reached up
and adjusted the handcuffs on my wrists, pinching them tight, the hard
steel biting into my skin. But then, as I was starting to suck in more
of his, shaft his tongue flicked up and lapped at the area between my
vaginal lips and attacked the knob of my clitoris. Shock waves of
pleasure torn through my body and caused my head to slide further down
on his penis. It pushed back down into my throat and I almost choked but
kept bobbing my mouth up and down over his now engorged member. His oral
attention to my nether regions soon produced my long waited for orgasm
as I convulsed and squirmed over his head, pouring loads of my own hot
sweet juices over him.
 
As I recovered my lips slowly retreated from my son's penis. Now was the
time to pay due for this much desired pleasure. I worked my way forward
so that I was spread over his manhood. Keeling so that my back was to
him, I caught the tip of his penis with my vaginal opening. Then I
gently rotated myself up so that his entire eleven inches were sanding
straight up in the air with just the very tip encircled by my vaginal
lips. I looked over my shoulder at him. He was just laying there looking
at his shaft spearing up between my legs and garters. He was breathing
in shallow gasps trying not to ejaculate immediately. I puckered my lips
and sent him a gentle kiss through the air. "As you wanted" I said in a
husky voice " I give myself to you, unprotected, that you might have the
ultimate pleasure." Then I turned my head back,  not facing him, so that
he would concentrate on my actions. I swiveled my hips so that my
vaginal lips would circle around the head of his penis. This caused him
to suck in a great gust of air in order not to loose control. His hands
slid up over my toes and he grasped my ankles holding them tight through
the sheer material of my stockings. I began to lower myself down over
him, engulfing his hot shaft,  inch by throbbing inch. When I reached
bottom, it felt as though he was sticking up to my heart. He was huge
and swollen, pulsing inside me. I started to ride up and down on him
using my thighs to lift me to his tip and back down. It was like no pogo
stick I had ever ridden. Each time I slid up and down a soft moan
escaped from his lips. I increased my speed, screwing myself on this
"horse hung" son of mine. His moans turned to gasps as he neared climax,
which spurred me to drive on top of him in even deeper and faster
strokes. He came inside me, in a loud moaning sob, driving vast amounts
of hot steamy sperm deep inside my open womanhood. This drove me to
another wrenching convulsive orgasm. My vaginal muscles squeezed hard
draining every drop of fluid from him as moaned and screamed in fits of
intense pleasure. When the uncontrollable waves and contractions
subsided, I collapsed forward. Laying on the bed face down with my son's
limp penis still inside me, I drifted off into a deep slumber,
exhausted, but wholly content.