Date: Mon, 6 Apr 2009 16:57:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fabius Maximus <cunctatorgold@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Submissive Chapter Ten

Pool Submissive Chapter Ten
By Fabius
m/FM Reluctant Humiliation.

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     "And now I think it's time for a little entertainment."

     Pete cooed the words as he dragged his unwilling naked
mother by her hair across the floor to a coffee table in
front of a loveseat in front of a side wall of Jeff's living
room.  Pete arranged his trembling mom so that she was
kneeling by the coffee table with her torso draped across it
and her arms hanging over the other edge.

     "Jeff, come over here, slut, and grab her wrists for
me.  Hold her arms straight out in front of her."

     Jeff, whose sex hunger was now like a raging volcano,
immediately got up off the floor and rushed to where Pete
had his mom pushed up against the coffee table.  The sex
crazed older man came around the coffee table like a shot
and grasped Sharma's wrists firmly in his two hands.  Then
he pulled her arms in front of her as far as he would go.
Sharma screamed and bucked, but Jeff held on for dear life,
knowing the penalties he would face at the hands of his
fourteen year old owner should he let go.

     Seeing that Jeff had followed his orders to the letter.
Pete gave his subbie a big smile of approval. Jeff gurgled
like a happy puppy as his owner paid him this lewd attention
and looked down at the woman he held so firmly in place so
his boy owner could have his lecherous way with her.

     When Pete had his mom right where he wanted her, he
took his place behind Sharma, grasped her two calves at the
knee, and pulled her legs straight back behind her.  Sharma
was now completely at her son's mercy, her arms and legs
pulled away from his torso by Jeff and Pete until the
tension in her shoulders and hips began to cause her joints
to ache.

     Pete's mom began to moan and whine as Jeff and Pete
pulled against each other as if they were going to draw and
quarter her right then and there.  Pete looked down at his
tormented mom and smiled.  And then he looked over his mom's
head at his newest male conquest.  Jeff was obeying the boy
as if he had been Pete's thrall for years.

     "Mommy, do you still want your little Pete to stuff his
bad old thingy deep in your mommy slut cunt for you,
hmmmmmmm?"

     Sharma could barely concentrate on Pete's words.  The
pain in her tormented joints was well on its way to getting
the better of her.  But, despite her growing suffering,
Sharma knew beyond a doubt that she had better say 'yes' to
anything Pete wanted or there would surely be even more
agony for her to come.

     "Yes, Pete," Sharma shuddered.  She would have said
'yes' to anything at that point; she hurt so much.

     "Okay, Jeff," Pete giggled in triumph.  "Ease up on my
dear Mom so she can enjoy herself while I pork her."

     Jeff immediately stopped tugging on Sharma's arms and
allowed them to relax.  Pete also stopped pulling, and let
Sharma rest on her knees with her butt stuck up in the air.
The poor woman could now rest a little with her elbows on
the top of the coffee table.  She began to pant as the agony
in her joints slowly subsided.  Pete reached down and
unceremoniously jabbed two of his fingers into Sharma's cunt
and jerked her hips as high as they would go. Sharma cried
out but made no move to pull away from Pete's cruel fingers.

     "Ok, Mom.  Now we all heard you beg for it like the
good little slut you are.  And rest assures, I'm going to
grant your wish.  And while I do, I'm going to get you to
beg me to let you suck poor old Jeff off while I do.  Won't
that be fun?"

     Sharma cringed at the thought of having her humiliation
doubled by having to beg her son to let her suck off this
man in front of her who had been so completely turned into
Pete's subservient play toy.  But she had sense enough not
to complain.

     "Now, you had better act right.  I want to hear some
really slutty begging coming out of that slut mouth of
yours, and it better be loud enough so that Jeff and I both
believe you.  Do you understand me, bitch?"

     Sharma did not want to understand, but she did anyway.
Somewhere deep inside her loins, a little itch of masochism
began to burn.

     "Yes, Pete.  I understand."

     Pete could plainly hear the masochistic surrender in
Sharma's voice.  It was almost time for the crowning
celebration, almost time.  Pete knew that he had just about
broken his mom permanently to his will.  And Pete could also
tell that, very soon now, Jeff would also be completely
owned by him.

     Pete strode up triumphantly behind his kneeling subbie
mom.

     "Spread those luscious legs of yours, slut.  So I can
get to that sweet cunt of yours.  I want you to do it on
your own without being forced.  I want you to do it because
you can't live without my cock and you know it."

     Despite herself, and despite what she had come to
understand over the past six months about her son and his
evil desires, once again Sharma felt the needy burning
tingle inside her grow and grow.  It was happening all over
again.  Just like the first time.  She had never thought for
a minute that she wanted her own son deep inside her until
that cold winter night when Pete had forced himself upon
her.  Now, just as then, her body betrayed her will, and she
did as she was bidden, eyes shut tight in shame and
humiliation.

     Sharma immediately spread her knees as wide as she
could go on the floor.  Her nether lips peeked from beneath
her butt crack, and Pete could clearly see his target.  He
impudently ran his little finger along her slit.

     "Do you still want me to fuck you, Mom," Jeff smirked
down at his kneeling victim.

     "Yes, Pete," Sharma said in a monotone.  And, deep in
her secret soul, she had to admit to herself that she really
did want her son to fuck her cunt.  She was so ashamed of
herself, especially because she knew that Jeff was watching
the whole scene in rapt attentive obedience.  But what could
she do.  Pete had opened a secret door in her sexuality that
cold, dark night which seemed like an eternity ago, and now
she was being made to step through that door once again.

     "Mom.  Say it out loud so Jeff can hear you."

     Pete's warning voice came through loud and clear.

     A suddenly terrified Sharma tried her best to put some
animation into her words. The force of the humiliation and
degradation of what she was begging her son to do blended
crazily with her masochistic desire to have it happen to her
in front of Jeff just about made her lose her mind.  Which
is, of course, just what Pete wanted to happen.

     "Pleeeeeeeasssseee, Pete.  Please fuck
mmmmeeeeeeeeeeee."

     Pete's mom swayed her hips back and forth as an added
salacious inducement to provoke her son to act.  Her wanton
butt wagging brought hoots of gleeful approval from Pete.

     "See that, Jeff," Pete chortled.  "Pretty soon you'll
be doing the very same thing, and begging me to put my cock
right up your butt hole, just like before."

     The fourteen year old just could not wait another
second.  Kneeling down right behind Sharma's naked body,
Pete let the very tip of his precum dripping penis slide
sinfully along the crack of his mom's butt until it found
its desired resting place firmly against her inner labia.
Then, without any warning or regard for Sharma's welfare,
the boy shoved his hips forward and drove his erection into
her vagina as far as it would go.

     Sharma lifted up her head and screamed out in blinding
pain as her son drove relentlessly into her.  Even though
his penis head was coated in slick precum, the friction of
his entry burned like acid against her sensitive inner
walls.  She twisted and bucked in a vain attempt to dislodge
him, but to no avail.

     Pete did not for a moment care about the pain his
violation was causing his mom.  All of his mind was focused
on the one central fact that his prick was way deep in his
mother's cunt.  And it felt wonderful, absolutely wonderful.
The feelings were just beyond words.

     His long, turgid shaft totally filled Sharma up, and
her strong vaginal muscles grasped and squeezed hard against
him as her body desperately tried to accommodate itself to
this turgid invader.  For Shama, the sensation was
overwhelming.  She felt completely and absolutely full of
Pete's erection.  And while her mind was totally repulsed by
the thought of having her own son inside her in such an
absolutely obscene way, her body was not only growing used
to the sensation of his being inside her, it was responding
to it in the most lewd way possible.

     As Pete continued to piston in and out of his mom's
cunt, he smiled triumphantly as he noticed that his entries
and exits were becoming easier and easier.  Sharma's canal
was expanding to accommodate him, just like it had so many
times before when he had fucked her.  Furthermore, he could
feel a warm slick wetness beginning to coat his shaft,
making the drives and withdrawals not nearly so painful.

     Pete laughed out loud and slapped his mom playfully on
the flank as his member drove deeper and deeper into her.
Her mind might be at war with itself, but Sharma's body was
certainly showing signs of loving what was being done to
her.

     And when he got done fucking his mom, Pete's cock would
be all nice and slick for fucking Jeff in the butt,
complements of Sharma.  How wonderful.

     "Now, bitch.  Beg me to let you suck Jeff's stinky old
cock while I fuck you silly."

     Sharma was so far gone by this time, she actually
didn't want to resist her son's lewd demand.

     "God, please, Pete.  I beg you to let me suck Jeff off
while you fuck my cunt.  Please, please."

     Pete stopped fucking Sharma long enough to motion Jeff
to stand right in front of his mom's face.  The coffee table
over which the woman was draped supported her so that her
face was just at the right height.  And there, in front of
her, was Jeff's straining, throbbing cock.  Pete's mom
eagerly opened her mouth to receive Jeff's shaft, and the
man her son had conquered did not have to be told what to
do.

     "Now, Jeff, you just let Mom suck on you and lick you
all she wants to, but if you dare cum, I'll beat you with my
belt so hard you won't be able to go to work for a week."

     Jeff just stood there shaking with white hot hunger to
cum but knowing so well the horrible consequences if he did,
his cock throbbing inside Sharma's mouth, tears of pain and
humiliation running down his cheeks.

Pete just laughed as he continued vigorously fucking his
horny mom.  Things were working out so well for him.
Weren't they?

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