SomeOdd Gift

James stood with a massive grin on his face, naked, his impressive man hood at attention. Across the room sitting on the couch, with a small coffee table between them, was his mother, who was bound and gagged. Never in his life did he think it would come to this, though he felt no remorse at that moment, only lust, only power.

James was very glad that he had this new power, though he didn’t know where it had come from, not that it mattered. He was also glad that he gained something else new with it: his new cock. Not that it was small originally, in fact quite the opposite. Not quite up to porn star level, but impressive enough to turn at least a few heads.

Now it was different. Not only was James big, he was down right huge; far more than enough to put a few porn stars to shame. His penis was a long, thick thing, twelve inches in length and around nine inches in girth, with a large, hairless nut sack that hung low. He knew that some girls might not like it at first, but to him it was a penis fit for a god, which was exactly what he thought himself to be at this moment.

He watched, amused, as his mother eyed his piece. She didn’t seem to approve of it as he did. Instead, she eyed it with some curiosity and a lot of apprehension. She seemingly feared it, though he was sure that would change soon enough.

James' mind wandered at that thought and, slowly, he began to think about his mother, naked. She was a very attractive woman, with long, long chocolate-colored hair that hung to her waist and eyes of the same color. Her skin was slightly dark, from her Native-American heritage and smooth to the touch and while she was old, she had an amazing, trim figure with just the right amount of muscle. Despite this lean figure, she had large breasts, D-cups he’d always assumed, which had surprisingly little sag to them at all, and a well flared waist, with an ass that looked firm, yet pleasant to touch and thighs that, while not extremely thick were still there.

Ever since he had turned into a teenager, though, one thing had been haunting him. What did she look like naked? He’d always wondered; how big were his mother’s nipples? Did she shave her bush? And even more than that, how was she in the sack? He had always assumed that she’d be a pretty lifeless lay, mostly from how she acted in life, always letting it bowl her over. Though, he was sure that if she’d found the right man, she’d be an exuberant and wonderful fuck! Maybe, just maybe, he would be that man for her.

With that thought in mind, he decided to take an initiative. He strode over to her quickly, a smile on his face as he watched her stare at his piece, which was wobbling to-and-fro with his movements. Upon reaching her, he stood in front of her and removed her gag. He left her arms tied behind her back and her legs tied together though, as he wasn’t ready for the fun just yet.

“Hey, slut,” he said casually, patting her on the head with his hand. She just stared up at him, defiantly, angrily, desperately. He could tell, from the look in her eyes that she didn’t want to be there, not with her son, not like this. And, while he was a caring, loyal young man who loved his mother, he didn’t care what she wanted at the moment. Today, she was as he said she was: a slut.

“What’s with the look,” he asked calmly, his hand still in her hair, rubbing petting it softly, feeling its silkiness. It was very soft and he loved it.

Through a weak, swallowed sob, she replied, “What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong?’ You, my son, have me, your mother, tied and gagged! And now you’re standing there, naked, with that—that thing in front of me! Then you called me a slut! What the hell is going on here, James?”

He smiled, smacked her on the face slightly, though not lightly enough that it didn’t sting and replied, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m taking you as my slut, you sexy little minx!” He went back to petting her hair, ignoring the look of on her face. “By the way, I took the gag off, you know. So you can’t bring that up anymore,” he added jokingly.

Vanessa, his mother, was unfortunately unamused. Instead, she was looking at him piercingly, as if she were silently wishing his in her head. Though, she never said it, instead she asked the very obvious, somewhat silly question that hung in the air. “What do you mean by, ‘taking me as your slut?’”

“Come now, mother,” James said almost condescendingly, “don’t tell me you’re that stupid. Maybe you were made to be a slut if you can’t figure out something so obvious.” Her glared intensified, not that he minded, “I’m going to fuck you. Hard. So hard, in fact, that I’ll ruin you for any other guy. Then, tomorrow, you’ll beg me for it, because it’ll be so good that you’ll need it, desperately. Thus, you’ll be my slut, , obedient, in love with me, or my cock, either way. You’ll be mine.”

To his surprise, she didn’t look horrified, only annoyed, as if her own personal suspicions had been correct. “You honestly think that will work? If so, you’re a fool.”

James, slightly angered by her words smacked her again, this time hard enough to knock her sideways on the couch. “Sluts,” he began, viciously, “Don’t speak that way to their masters.”

Vanessa, who had now broken down into tears and sobs, muttered, “You’re not my master,” and then she finished up with, “And you never will be.”

Despite the annoyance he was having with her, he had to grin at that. Never be her master? Of course he would. What she didn’t know was that he was playing games with her that she hadn’t even read the rule book to. By the end of the night, he swore to himself, she will be my slut.

Leaving her on the couch, crying, he went to get the object, which he would then use to change her tune. James wasn’t sure what the object was, which is why he called it as such. It seemed, to him, like a simple pocket watch which didn’t work anymore. But when ever people looked at its face they’d go blank for a moment, staring at the broken arms which no longer moved. He found that they had become extremely compliant and willing to serve after this.

             This trick was used to get him a lot of free meals and, now, it would be used to make a slut out of his mother.

James reached into his travel pack to remove a small, silvery pocket watch from it and then strode back over to his mother, who was now sitting up. Upon reaching her, he grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged on it firmly. Her head jerked up, her eyes wide with fear and James, with an affectionate look on his face, dipped down to kiss her lips.

They were soft and shaky, as she was trying desperately to escape. His grip on her hair, though, was too strong and she could not. But, not one to be so mean, James pulled away and smiled at her while licking his lips. “Yummy.”

She did not seem to enjoy his affection, though, and stared up at him with bitter hatred and disgust. This would change soon, though, as James flipped the pocket watch open and held the face to her. It took a moment for Vanessa's eyes to go wide, her pupils dilated, her body limp.

Gently, James let go of her hair and set the pocket watch on the table. Still, she stared upwards, not looking away. He took this time to remove the bindings that held her and then, making sure not to speak, he removed her clothing for her. She didn’t fight it, as he knew she wouldn’t.

Caressing her body, he gripped the hem of her red, coarse work shirt and slowly lifted it, revealing her tight tummy and impressive cleavage. Her breasts were being held back by a plain, white bra which James knew would immediately have to be changed. Maybe transparent underwear?

Next he took to unhooking her bra, which wasn’t much of a task. Happily, he watched as her breasts were exposed to the air, jiggling slightly and sagging very little. He eyed her nipples, with were a light brown and surprisingly hard, standing slightly on her small areola.

Next, he grabbed her waist and pushed her back onto the couch gently. He undid her khaki work pants and slid them down her beautiful, smooth legs. After that he pulled down her plain white panties to reveal a thick, brown bush that oddly suited her.

There she was, his mother, naked and in all of her glory. Her breasts, squished down slightly on her limp, fit form, which was slumped back on the couch. Her face, cold and expressionless, leaving her to look like a mindless sex doll. That thought wasn’t too inaccurate, at this point, though.

Next James gripped his massive erection and began rubbing it on her cheek, very affectionately. Still, she sat there motionless, with a blank expression on her face. Aroused, James smacked her face roughly with his cock, sending her toppling over sideways onto the couch and leaving a light red whelp on her face.

Ignoring the slight, satisfying sting on his penis, he grabbed her hair again and hauled her up. Then, he lowered himself to where he was looking her in the eyes. He stared at her and she stared back, unblinking.

               It took no more than a fraction of a second for her eyes to adjust back to normal, her body no longer limp, but to be tense now.   returned to her gaze and her arms flew up to guard her chest.  Meanwhile, she crossed her legs in a feeble attempt to cover her crotch, though a little bit of pubic hair stuck out between her thighs.  

              James suppressed his laughter best he could.  Still fighter she was, even though she had already lost.  He’d never assumed that she’d put up this much of a battle, not that he really minded all that much.  Because of her feistiness, James was harder than he’d ever been in his whole life.

               With his right hand he gripped his cock at the base and, with his left he tightened the grip he had on her hair.  Eliciting a squeak of shock and minor pain, he jerked her forward until she was face-to-face with his throbbing monster.  Gently, he began rubbing his massive cock head on her face, which caused her to blush deep red.  

               “Please, stop,” she pleaded weakly.  James' only response, however, was to tap her gently on the cheek with his prick.  As he did this, she began to lose her composure and, slowly, she lowered her arms to reveal her breasts to him again.

                Smiling brightly at her, James commended her with a, “Good little slut,” and then tapped her face with his piece a little harder this time.

                A third tap followed this, and then a forth.  The whole while, Vanessa just sat there, a look of shame in her eyes as she let her son rub and smack her face with his penis.  Then, when he had grown tired of his, he held his cock to her mouth and began rubbing the head along her lips.  

                 Curiously James asked, “Do you like to suck cock, mom?”

                 He could see the conflict in her eyes.  Something in her was trying to tell her to not answer, he could tell.  It seemed her mind was not strong enough though and she responded by saying, “No.  In fact, I hate it.  Your father can’t get me to do it anymore.”

                 “I bet I could,” he said, a prideful smile gracing his face.

                  Ashamedly, Vanessa said, “I’m sure you could.”  Then, with out warning, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and plunged herself down on his cock, taking the head in.  Her tongue poked and prodded at it, sending a light, euphoric pleasure through his body.  Both of her hands launched up to grip his cock, replacing his hand, and he began jerking hastily, powerfully, attempting to get him off as quickly as she could.

                 James went light headed for a bit.  He was sure this was a clever plan she had come up with.  The quicker she got him off, the quicker this was over.  Unfortunately for her, James planned for this to never end, not really.  Grabbing her hair again, he pulled her mouth from his dick.  

                 She kept jerking, using what little bit of saliva she had left on his head to massage that most sensitive spot.  James' knees buckled slightly, almost sending him toppling over.  Vanessa took this moment of weakness to place her head back on his and began to suck feverously.

                  James knew she was pushing him, hard.  Though he could last a while longer, even at this pace, he didn’t want it to end too quickly.  With that in mind, he forcefully commanded, “Stop, now.  Pull your hands and mouth away.” 

                    Immediately she stopped, a disgruntled look on her face.  She knew he had figured out her plan and was angry that this would have to be a prolonged thing. 

                    Ignoring her glares he climbed onto the couch next to her, turned to face her, spread his legs and grinned.  “Now,” he began happily, eyeing her amazing figure, “I want you to do as you were, with the same enthusiasm, just a little bit slower.  Savor my cock, like the slut you are.”

                     She opened her mouth to argue, but decided against it.  Slowly, she closed the space between them, placed her hands on his thighs and, very affectionately began licking at his head, as if it were a lollipop.

Then she took the cock head into her mouth, sucking on it slowly, as if she were longing for it deep inside. Her eyes looked up at him, giving him a look of hatred and lust. He could tell that, no matter how hard she fought it, no matter what she said, she secretly wanted this. She was getting off on this.

Casually, he put a hand on the back of her head. At first she looked shocked and a bit apprehensive, as if she had assumed he was going to fuck her mouth. When he just rested his hand there, though, she calmed down, closed her eyes and began focusing on her work.

Dipping her head down, she took him to her throat, stopped, sucked and licked, then she pulled back up. This process was a periodic, repeated thing. In between bobs she would focusing mostly on his cock head, running her tongue along it gently, with just enough for him to feel, but not enough to hurt.

Meanwhile, her hands gently caressed his thighs, feeling their smooth, mostly hairless form. James could tell that she loved that. His father, while not overly hairy, did have a bit too much hair to be attractive. And now she sat there, a massive cock stretching her mouth, with a lightly-muscled thin boy who was virtually hairless. It must’ve been heaven for her, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

James was in heaven himself. His mother was very adept at giving head. A true whore, he thought happily as he pet her soft, silky hair and smiled down at her. She seemed to look up at him bemusedly from time to time, which gave him immense pleasure.

In her head, James could see the wheels turning as she tried desperately to register the information that was coursing through. He knew the watch had served its purpose well. Now she was to serve him and, naturally, being the slut that she was, she enjoyed sucking on his cock. But in her mind she fought it. He was her son, she couldn’t want this. He was her! Yet, he knew she was so aroused by now that she could orgasm from just one finger.

She would never admit it, though. At least, she would never admit it willingly. Then, a thought struck him. What better to make her a willing slut than to expose her to herself?

Tightening her hair and pulling her mouth from his cock, he couldn’t help but grin. Her tongue extended to lick and lap at the head, . Whether to get him off and ‘end’ all of this or whether she desired to pleasure her new master he knew not.

For a brief moment he held her head to the underside of his cock, allowing her to showering his shaft with kisses and licks. Her eyes closed, as if she was savoring his moment. Her hands moved from his thighs and gripped his pole, and then they began pumping it slowly, yet firmly.

James threw his head back and moaned quietly. Upon regaining his composure, he realized he had let her head go. Now she was darting up and down the side of his cock, licking the sides with her pink little tongue, and dabbing it with wet kisses of affection.

“Tell me, mother,” he started abruptly, gaining her attention. She never took her hands off of his cock, but she did raise her head to hear his question. “Do you like how my cock tastes?”

Yet again, that conflicted look crossed her face. It took her a moment of internal battle before she answered, her humiliation renewed, by saying, “Yes. It tastes delicious and I’ve never tasted anything so good.” Her face went red and she turned her head to the side, so as not to look at him any longer.

“Look at me, bitch,” he said forcefully. “Look at my cock.”

She obeyed, hesitantly. The hesitation faded away, as did the shame, and she began to stare at his cock. Her hands still fisted his immense girth. One was focusing on the shaft while the other mostly massaged the head.

“Now, tell me, do you like sucking on my cock.”

There was no pause, no moment of thought. She had, at least in his opinion, just given up on thinking about it anymore. Which was smart, as she’d offer up truth anyway.

“Yes. I’ve never enjoyed sucking cock before, but it’s different for you.” The conviction in her voice was almost enough to make James stop. Almost, though, wasn’t enough. With a smile, her gripped her hair and placed her mouth back on his dick yet again.

Her hands went down to his thighs instantly and she began sucking and licking on his head a new. He didn’t allow for sucking this time, though. Instead, her grabbed her head with both hands and, with a powerful, forceful thrusts he began fucking her mouth.

At first she applied a bit of pressure on his thighs, though this was short lived. After a few moments she submitted to it and tried to swallow with each thrust. He knew he was gagging her. He could hear the weak, gurgled breaths as she plunged down on his piece. She didn’t fight at all, though; instead she began the rubbing of his thighs as new.

When he took his hands off of her head, she paused. Her body sat still, her mouth clamped tightly to her cock head, her hands on his thighs. Then, with out warning, she plunged herself down on his cock, deeply. Then she pulled up just as fast and resumed the mouth fucking in earnest. This time she was doing it to herself.

A haze of lust and pleasure washed over James, who could do little more than sit there as she wrapped her arms around his legs to give herself more power to fuck her own mouth with. From below he could hear her muffled moans of pleasure as she forcefully her own mouth with his impressive cock.

“Stop!” James said suddenly, trying to make sure this didn’t too quickly. Immediately her body froze, his cock partially in her throat, her face blushed, chest heaving, arms wrapped about this thighs, hair wild and untamed, eyes scanning him curiously, almost angrily, wondering why he had stopped her.

“Pull your mouth off,” he commanded through heavy breaths. Pleasure struck him again as she pulled her mouth free of his cock. James was right; his mother was an exuberant little bitch for the right man.

As soon as she pulled her mouth free of his cock her right hand shot up to massage his fat head, while her hands went down to jiggle about his balls, which spilt out of her palm due to their size.

“What,” his slut of a mother started, a look of defiance crossing her face, “Am I too much for you? Is your slut just too much for you to handle, big man?” She emphasized big by eyeing his cock while saying it.

James gripped the base of his cock and slapped her on the forehead gently, all the while laughing at her. “You’ve surprised me, you dirty slut,” he said while caressing her face. She seemed to nuzzle his hand, not to his surprise. His mother was submitting now.

“But I wanted to make sure you’d be okay, bitch.”

A smile graced her face. “Well, thank you,” and then, condescendingly, “master.” She gave his cock a nice, long lick from base to head. “I can handle it, though. Are you going to fuck me, by the way?”

James smiled. “So to take it, hmm?”

Indignantly, she scoffed. “I just want this to be over as soon as possible.”

Idly, James' gaze wondered to her breast. “This will never be over. You’re my slut now. The quicker you admit it, the easier everything will be.”

It took a while for Vanessa to understand what he wanted. Slowly, she looked from his face down to her tits. A grin crossed her face as she realized it. Both hands strayed from his genitals and she began to squeeze them around her breasts. “You want me to titty fuck you?”

“Do you want to titty-fuck me?”

Another look of hesitance took her. Shame shown through her eyes as she nodded submissively. “Yes, very badly. I want to feel you massive cock wedged between my breasts.”

Gently, James petted her hair. “Well, you can.” Almost immediately she leapt onto him, shoving her breasts around his prick enthusiastically. Just when she was about to start the breast massage on his cock, he said, “Only if…”

She stopped suddenly, the almost unbridled happiness on her face gone. Now she looked up at his curious, waiting to see what the price was.

“You have to admit that you are my slut. Tell me the truth. Tell me how you love my cock. How you want to suck it, fist it, fuck it, and massage it. Tell me how you’re to serve me in what every way I want. Admit to me that you belong to me completely. And tell me that I am your master!”

There was a moment of silence. Tears started falling from her eyes as a weak sob escaped her lips. Never once did her hands stray from her breasts, though, nor did her breasts stray from his penis. Weakly, nearly suffocated, yet strong enough for him to hear, she began to admit it.

“I—I am your slut,” she said firmly. “I love your beautiful, monster cock. I want to suck on it and gag myself on it, feel it deep in my throat. I want to pet it and massage it, and wedge it between my breasts like now to rub it with my breasts. I want to feel it deep in my cunt, or my throat, fucking, thrusting, taking me. I want you to cum anywhere on me or in me, marking me as yours. I belong to you, I want to serve you, in all things, obey you at all times. I am your slut and you, you are my master!”

James looked down at her, slightly dazed. She looked back, tears still streaming down her face, though now she was smiling, lustily.

“Slut.”

“Yes, master?”

“Fuck my cock with your tits.”

Immediately, she began to rub her breasts up and down his shaft. When ever his head poked out enough, she craned her head down to give it a long, affectionate lick.

Not to James' surprise, his mother’s breasts were amazingly soft, especially around his hot, pulsing cock. Her tongue poking and lapping at his cock head whenever it peeked out from between her cleavage only made things that much better. It was as if he was lost in his own little world of pleasure, where only the two of them existed. Only him and his penis and her to serve him, that’s all that could be there, as the pleasure took up the rest of the room.

Lustily, James reached down and gripped each of her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs. She let out a loud, satisfying shriek and let her jaw hang slack. The tip of his cock poked at her chin with each dip of her body and saliva ran from her open mouth down onto it. In her eyes he could see a fire of passion burning in her eyes, and he was just adding tender to it now.

He began to lose himself too much and, fearful that he wouldn’t get his main prize and truly mark her as his own, he gripped her hair and pulled her up. She dropped her breasts as soon as he muttered a half-hearted, “Stop,” and raised herself up to meet him.

James pressed his lips to those of his mother and tried to slip his tongue into her mouth. With seeming eagerness, she accepted him and sucked on his tongue , trying to taste him again. Her hands went to his shoulders to steady herself as his hands their respective places on her body and went directly to her surprisingly perky breasts.

Gently he palmed them, feeling their weight and size in his hands happily. She pushed her chest out, trying to give him more to fondle, and moaned when he took up the offer.

              When kissing no longer appealed to him, he pulled away and craned his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth.  Gently he sucked and nibbled on the bit.  As a result his mother went shaking, as an orgasm washed over her.  Juices sprayed obscenely from her crotch, coating the couch, much to her master’s amusement.

              Grinning, James pulled his mouth away and replaced it with his fingers, which rolled her nipples about gently.  “Already?”

             Despite her heavy breaths, Vanessa smiled.  “Master knows how to touch me,” she replied weakly.

              Moving his hands from her breasts, James decided to get a nice handful of her ass.  Gripping the soft flesh and lifting her up gently: he gave her a look of minor curiosity.  “You ready for the ‘main course’?”

             Weakly, Vanessa nodded.  Her hands went down to spread her vagina lips open as she eased herself to the tip of his cock, as his hands were very little help since he was focusing on groping.  He knew she didn’t mind, though, as she did nothing to stop him.

               Slowly she lowered herself on his piece.  He could tell that his massive penis was stretching her to her limits, and the look of pain on her face only helped to show him this.  She didn’t stop, though.  Instead she pushed on, taking more and more of him in until she couldn’t take anymore. 

                  When she was finally filled to the brim she stopped.  Looking down, James assumed that he had about two inches still out of her, based on what he could see.  A large bulge was apparent from her sexy bush, showing just how much he had stretched her.  She didn’t seem to mind any longer, though, as her body was slowly adjusting.

                   Gently, she began to gyrate her hips on his cock, sending a small jolt of pleasure through him.  His hands continued to focus on her ass, though he was no longer just squeezing and massaging.  Now, from time to time, he would smack her ass.  This always earned him a small squeal of pleasure and faster shaking on his crotch.

                     After some time, she finally started to lift herself up.  A loud groan accompanied this movement, but the groan as a sign of pleasure this time, and not a sign of pain.  He could tell by the smile and the way she closed her eyes, as if committing the feeling to memory.

                      He moved his hands from her ass and cupped her breasts again, holding them in his palms and feeling their softness.  James loved his mother’s breasts and thought they were perfect for her fit, trim build, much like her almost fro of pussy hair. 

                        Gradually his mother began picking up pace.  One slow drop, then a second slightly faster, then a third where she was picking up speed.  Eventually she was riding his prick with reckless abandon.  Her body was shaking from the sensations; her head lolled back slightly, her breasts barely containable in James' hands.  

                         Taking advantage of her weak moment, James began to squeeze and grope Vanessa's breasts slightly rougher than before.  His tongue lashed out to lick at her cleavage, wedging itself between her breasts, which he had shoved together.  He heard her giggle at this but paid it no mind.

                           Suddenly another shriek took the room as he felt her shudder on his form, her pussy clamping tightly to his dick.  A wave of juices spurted down the rest of his prick and coated his pelvic region and a deep, musky smell wafted over him for a moment.

                            “My God!” Breathed his mother weakly as she continued to ride him like a pro.  

                            Shortly after this James dropped her breasts and shoved her down onto her back.  For a moment she looked at him as if she wasn’t finished yet, but he silenced any protest from her by crawling in between her legs and spearing her hard with a powerful thrust of his cock.  

                            Joyously, James watched as his mother was pounded by him, her breasts flailing and bouncing every which way as he fucked her.  Her arms wrapped around her midriff, as if she was trying feebly to contain the pleasure he was causing her.  Suddenly, a third orgasm took her over.  This time she let out a particularly loud scream and fell limp below him.

                          James didn’t mind much, though, as he was very close to orgasm.  After only a few more thrusts he burst inside of her.  It took a few seconds to unload his main volley of sperm shots.  After this, he pulled out his limp, leaking dick and plopped it on her face. 

                            Below him, his mother lay, unmoving, allowing his dick to leak like a facet on her beautiful face.

                             “You--,” she muttered weakly.  “You come so much.”

                             Idly, James had begun smearing his cum on her with his still leaking cock.  “Is that a bad thing,” he asked smartly.

                               She let out a purr-like groan and grinned up at him.  “No, master,” she said affectionately.  “It’s absolutely wonderful.  It means there’s more for your slut to play with,” she explained cheerily, and then she shoved his prick into her mouth.

                               A few sucks later she let it fall out and showed him the little bit of sperm she had managed to suck from it.  Then, upon seeing his pride in her whorishness, she swallowed it and smacked her lips.  “Delicious,” she murmured quietly before giving his cock a little kiss on the head.

                                 “So,” James began slowly, grabbing a handful of her hair and jerking her head back roughly.  She looked up at him, eyes wide, face bright and at attention.  His other hand pinched on of her nipples, which brought a tiny cry of approval from her.  “What am I?”

                                 “My master!”

                                 “And you are?”

                                 “Your slut!”

                                  Then, seemingly out of no where he whipped her in the face with his limp penis.  “For how long?”

                                   “For ever.”