1. 13 months


    Date: 7/3/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Incest, Pregnant, Stockholm Syndrome, Written by women, Author: iamscrwd, Rating: 73, Source: sexstories.com

    doctor was actually pretty good, made sure that what ever got torn was fixed as well as possible. Youth amazes me…by the time my new daughter was born a couple of weeks later, Sara had lost almost all of her pregnancy weight…took me a month or so to get in shape. The incentive was Malek’s words continuously playing in my head, “you are only as good as you can produce”. Sara and I discussed this in our daily shower…both thinking we were expected to produce. But other than continuous groping, we were not forced to receive any sperm. Our bodies were now fully recovered from our pregnancies, giving birth to our children. In fact, I felt that my body was more in shape than it had been in years. Another month passed, maybe Malek felt we were no longer “spoils of war”. My son, John, on the other hand was now exposed to what seemed an endless supply of girls and women. At first Malek had him service each for several days at a time, but after a month and half of that you could count each day as a different person. And, not only Malek, but also the rest of his troops seemed to take John under their arm. He was their buddy and it was soon apparent that John had picked up the language, as he seemed to discuss each conquest with them. My son was becoming their hero. But then, Malek decided to show that he was still the boss. Malek said something to John and John’s head spun in my direction. John’s expression was not one of even recognition of our family relationship. He walked over to me ...
    and placed his hands on my shoulders, pressing me down to my knees. “Mother, show everyone here how you enjoy your son’s cock” John said with a commanding tone and without a hint of reservation. My mind, my spirit completely disoriented to the realization I was still owned by my son. His cock bounced against my face…minutes later my son was fucking my mouth with impunity, completely irrelevant as to what and how he doing it to his own mother. When he came, he pushed my head back holding the tip of his cock at the front of my gapping mouth. Showing everyone, including Sara, how he could fill my mouth with is spunk. “Ah…mother, show us how much of your son’s cum you can hold in your mouth”, John commanded…purposely to humiliate me. Even though there was a pang of embarrassment, I did as told, slowly turning my body with my mouth gaping open…displaying the volume of my son’s cum being held by my mouth. Then I swallowed it…and said, “Thank you” without provocation, in John’s direction. He patted my head as if I was his favorite dog…for whatever reason, I felt compelled to a feeling of acceptance. I know now that I had become psychologically embedded in my perceived roll. But it did dawn on me that my son was now one of them and to please him would make my situation better. I would do anything for him. “Mother, you did well by me and continue to show your worth to me” John began as if I was a subordinate instead of his mom. “Now we need you to show your worth to all of us” as he ...
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