Take the initiative

Your Master strokes his chin thoughtfully for a moment and you are quickly distracted by the shadows dancing over his masculine form in the firelight. His skin tone was so exotic and those muscles... your Master snaps his fingers several times in front of your eyes to bring back your attention. "So easily I lose your attention? I don't think I'm convinced of your devotion yet." Your mouth opens in denial and the part of you that had fully given itself over searched frantically for an excuse, kicking itself for losing focus. Fortunately, in spite of your newfound devotion, you weren't his mindless fucktoy (yet): there was a mischievous gleam in his eye that empowered you to action.

You'd heard stories, naughty tales about lustful matrons, wives, and mothers who dominated men with their sexual appeal and experience. You and your sisters had tittered about it, laughing and joking, but deep down you were in awe. Now you were yourself a mother and you wanted to be just like the women in the stories: strong, sexy, and in control. This was a dream after all, you could be whatever you wanted to be... Confidence suddenly infused you, pushing aside the feelings of submissiveness in favor of predatory desire. Carnal images and ideas race through your mind, so perverse and detailed that you question whether they are all your own. So that's how we're going to do this then? Alright...

Instead of prostrating yourself and babbling apologies like a ****, the way your 'bound self' wanted you to, you slid sinuously onto the carpeted floor. Once more on your knees, you bat your eyelashes and settle your hands on his lower thighs, "I'll just have to convince you then..." A look of mild surprise crossed his face but he didn't resist as you took the initiative, sliding your hands up to feel the hard muscles of his stomach. His enormous erection bobbed before your eyes and you carefully nuzzled its underside, breathing deeply of his spicy musk. Your tongue darts out to lick the soft skin of his balls and his sharp intake of breath makes you smile. You lay a wet kiss on the hairless orbs, slowly kissing your way up to the underside of his cock where you pause with the burning rod resting on your lips.

You look up through heavily lidded eyes to gauge your sons reaction. For all his commanding talk a moment ago, he looked an awful lot like... well, a boy getting his first blowjob. His red skin was flushed deep crimson, his breathing was shaky, and his expression seemed conflicted between animal lust and worried confusion. You continue kissing your way along his shaft till you reach the end, planting a deep kiss on the very tip and flicking your tongue across his slit. His hips jerk and his erection slips free of your mouth, smacking against your nose and relaxing back against your cheek as he regains control of himself.

Through a spectacular effort of will you resist the urge to immediately take him inside and instead wait patiently, gazing up at him with slightly parted lips. After a moment he grunts needfully, rocking his hips and smearing a trail of precum along your cheekbone, "Do you want me to keep going 'Master'?" Your voice is dripping sex but you say the last word with the faintest touch of scorn, a figment of the arrogance you once had. You had control. This was your son after all, even if his essence was born of the demon who'd assaulted you.