My Submissive Mom

"During that trip to Paris, your father helped me discover a new, unexpected part of me. Our sex life hadn't been bad before, but in that trip he unlocked a totally different world for both of us."

"What world? Sharing you with other men?" Ryan asked, puzzled.

"No, it wasn't about that. That was just part of it. It was the way he...took charge." The last part was almost a whisper, clearly from embarrassment.

Ryan kept silent, trying to imagine what did that mean exactly.

"Anyway," Julia continued nervously, eager to change the subject, "That photo was a memento symbolizing this new discovery. The beginning of a new chapter in our personal relationship. And it was your father's order - um... wish - that we put it where everyone could see it. The idea that hidden in plain sight behind that innocent portrait was this naughty side of me, made me feel all tingly inside."

"So, now that Dad is dead, you're meeting with other men to express... this side of you?" he asked.

"Oh, no, honey," she met his eyes and shook her head. "It was only your father who could unlock that side of me. Ever since he left, it's been..." she paused, trying to find the right words.

"You can, you know, date other people. I don't mind. I understand you need companionship."

"Oh, honey, I'm okay, don't worry about me. You're all the man I need in my life right now." She smiled and placed her hand over his.

"I just worry, I don't want you to end up alone."

"I'll be fine," she said dismissing his concern. "You need to focus on yourself."

Ryan didn't press the issue, seeing his mother wasn't comfortable discussing that part of her life.

"So, any other questions?" Julia asked.

"Um, no. I mean... I have to process this."

"Of course. I understand, this is too much."

"It's okay. Thank you for telling the truth. I know it must've been hard and I really appreciate it."

"Well, you're old enough for us to talk about this, and I felt I owed you the truth. Hopefully, I haven't just screwed you up," she half-joked.

***

The following days, things returned to normal between Ryan and his mother. The framed photo incident didn't seem to have had any impact on their day to day life. At least that's how it looked on the surface. Ryan was prepared to put all of it behind him and tried really hard to pretend like it never happened. For a while, he was able to successfully hide his emotions from his mother, hoping that they'd eventually go away, but it only got worse.

He still had the USB drive. Several times a day, he would sit in front of his laptop, with the mouse pointer hovering over the 'delete' button, but was never able to bring himself to click on it. He hoped that by removing the photos from the device, they would also be removed from his brain. His imagination was working on overdrive, filled with images of his mother acting like a slut. And each time the temptation was growing stronger.

Every time he masturbated, while watching porn or fantasizing about hot girls in college, his mother would sneak inside his thoughts, and instead of feeling disgusted he would keep going. Then he would feel guilty and try to focus again on watching porn, only to realize that subconsciously he'd end up looking at porn stars who looked like her.

Eventually, he relented, and within a week he was regularly masturbating to the pictures of his mom getting double teamed by two strangers. The more he did it, the less guilty he felt, like the line between inappropriate and arousing or disrespect and desire was gradually getting blurred. There were times when he'd question his integrity, but then, minutes later, he'd find himself in front of his laptop with his dick in his hand, watching his mom gobbling cock.

Ryan's thoughts would also keep coming back to everything his mom had told him about her relationship with his father. She'd been shy and reluctant describing it, avoiding to go into any details, but Ryan had a pretty good idea what had happened. His father had discovered that she was a submissive, and apparently he had taken the role of her Dominant. He had a hard time reconciling the image he had of his father, with this new information. Ryan wondered what could've triggered this realization so late into their relationship. He had a very vague knowledge of all the terms and rules that constituted this particular lifestyle, but this new revelation had him intrigued to find out more.

He tried watching related videos and read more information on the subject, but he couldn't help imagining his mother in that context, which in turn led him straight back to jerking off to her photos.

All of that went on for days. Ryan was able to hide it well, and his behavior in front of his mother hadn't changed. At least he felt sure she didn't suspect anything. He kept telling himself it was just a phase and if given enough time it would pass. No need to worry, just be patient.

The moment he realized that he'd crossed the line from a temporary infatuation to a full obsession was during the first time he had sex after the framed photo incident. He'd managed to hook up with a girl through a dating app. She was obviously attracted to him and down to fuck on their first date. Ryan had had a lot of one night stands in the past, but at some point he just missed the kind of connection he could have with a person he actually knew. But he'd made an exception this time, in an attempt to put his mother out of his mind, only to have it completely backfire.

Everything was going pretty smoothly. Ryan was his usual self, charming and confident around women, his mother finally forgotten. After having a couple of drinks, they ended up in the girl's apartment, rushing through the door while kissing passionately and ripping each other's clothes off. She led him into her room, where he pushed her on her back on the bed and climbed between her legs. He was urgently thrusting inside her and she was spurring him on with her legs locked around him, when suddenly his mother's face flashed in his mind. He shook it off and kept fucking the girl, but then he closed his eyes and for a second it was his mother's legs around him, her tight pussy he was thrusting in, her moans echoing in the room. Ryan stopped, and the girl asked him if everything was okay. He told her it was fine and tried to pull himself together as he resumed fucking her. But the image of his mother was still there. And he didn't stop. He surrendered to his lust for her and fucked the shit out of the girl, cumming inside her, while fantasizing it was his mother the whole time.

Until then, all his fantasies about his mom had been of a voyeuristic nature. He was a spectator, while she engaged in various sexual acts. His hook up with the dating app girl was the first time his mind expressed the desire to actually fuck his mom. It was when he knew there was no turning back. He'd have to learn to live with it.

It was the next morning when things got even more complicated. Ryan was sitting at the kitchen table, staring into space, an untouched bowl of cereal in front of him. He was completely distracted, his mind filled with inappropriate thoughts of his mother. He was trying to force himself to feel shame or guilt, but it was constantly overcome by lust. How the hell did it come to this? he thought.

He saw his mother sit across from him at the table and she reached to hold his hand. He instinctively pulled back and a look of concern came over her face.

"So, do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

"About what?"

"Ryan... come on." Her tone implied she knew he was keeping something back.

Ryan was suddenly tense, but tried his hardest not to show any reaction. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"For one thing, you're avoiding me."

"I'm not avoiding you. I'm around as much as I always was."

"I mean physically. You've barely touched me since... you know. You used to hug me all the time, kiss me goodbye, sit close to me on the couch when we watch TV."

"You... You're wrong," he said, but there wasn't much conviction in his voice. He was starting to sweat now. How stupid was he? All this time he thought he had her completely fooled.

"I also noticed you haven't returned the USB stick," she said calmly, letting him know she wasn't upset.

"I just forgot," he said, hoping he sounded convincing. "Let me go get it," he added and moved to stand up.

Julia grabbed his hand gently to stop him and said, "No, it's okay, I don't need it back. Keep it."

"Why would..." Ryan started to say, then paused, trying to read her expression. Was she suggesting that she wanted him to keep looking at the pictures or that she knew he already had? But her face didn't betray anything. "I don't want it," he finally said, "I'll just delete the files."

"Okay, sure," she replied, but he couldn't tell if she believed him or not.

Ryan felt like he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, even if his mother's tone and behavior didn't indicate she was upset or disgusted. If anything, she looked concerned. It almost seemed like she was playing him.

"Are you sure you're okay, honey?" she asked.

"I'm fucking fine, Mom," Ryan snapped, startling her, and immediately felt like shit. He stood up and said, "I have to go."

But he didn't really need to be anywhere. Guilt had finally wormed its way to the surface and he just didn't want to confront any more of his mother's questions. He took his bowl of cereal to the kitchen sink, avoiding her eyes.

"Can I please get a hug before you go?" Julia pushed her chair back from the table to stand, but didn't make any move towards him. She just waited with pleading eyes and a concerned expression.

Ryan sighed, knowing he couldn't deny her request. He would just have to make it quick and leave the house to clear his mind and get his shit together before things escalated.

He approached his mother and took her in his arms. She immediately clinged against him, locking her arms around his back. At 6'2", he was almost a foot taller, and her head rested under his chin. He placed his hands on her lower back and breathed in the familiar flowery scent of her hair. He closed his eyes, getting lost in their embrace, and forbidden thoughts instantly started flooding his brain. He felt the warmth of her skin on his fingertips, through the thin silky material of her top, and images of her flawless naked body started rushing in. He recalled the previous day, as he thrust inside the girl he'd just met and pretended it was her. His mother's touch and scent was now amplifying everything, and he felt his body react.

Ryan immediately snapped out of it, letting her go gently before his arousal was evident. He needed to leave the house as soon as possible. But his mother refused to end their hug, and held him tighter, pushing her body against him harder, oblivious to his reaction. This caused an even more immediate response from his body and he could feel his manhood starting to swell. He made an attempt to disengage her from him, but it was half hearted and it failed. Ryan realized he didn't want this to stop and he enveloped her back in his arms, keeping her close to him. His mother purred on his neck, pleased to have prevailed over his initial reluctance.

Ryan felt the exact moment she realized his state of arousal, as her grip suddenly became loose. His hands on her lower back held her firm as he gently started grinding himself against her. This time she made a conscious effort to push away from him, but it didn't stop him. Ryan didn't think he could - or even want - to stop at this point, and easily overpowered her resistance by tightening his grip.

"Ryan? What are you doing?" Julia gasped.

He didn't reply. The culmination of all the intense emotions he'd felt the previous days were feeding his unyielding lust. It was like he had lost control of his actions, but somewhere deep in his subconscious he realized what he was doing, he was taking the biggest gamble of his life.

Ryan moved his hand lower and tugged her shirt up to touch her bare skin. The instant he felt his mother's smooth warm skin under his hand, a shiver ran through his spine and more blood rushed to his groin. He pressed his now fully erect member against her and slipped his hand even lower under her PJ bottom, roughly cupping her ass cheek.

"Ryan, stop," she whimpered, struggling to escape his grasp.

Of course, her feeble attempts were no match for Ryan's strength. Still, he knew that his mother was far from a weak helpless little girl. Her job at the local gym had always kept her physically fit and he was aware she should've been able to put up more of a fight. This realization urged him even further.

With his mom locked in his arms, Ryan turned and carried her forward until her back was against the wall. He pressed harder, trapping her in place.

"Ryan...please..." she breathed.

He squeezed her ass harder, slipping his index finger between her cheeks. He traced along her crack and around her puckered hole, making her gasp, then moved even lower. This time, it was Ryan's turn to be surprised, as his fingers reached her smoothly shaved lips and he discovered that she was drenched. It was all the encouragement he needed.

He stepped back a couple of inches to look her in the eyes. She didn't speak and her expression was hard to read. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he thought he saw a trace of desire mixed with guilt in her stare. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He noticed then that her efforts to break away had been reduced to a faint push that he barely felt on his chest.

Ryan brought his hand on top of her head and firmly pushed her down. She resisted initially, but then he roughly grabbed her by the hair and pulled with increased force. Julia obeyed this time, getting on her knees in front of him, her face inches from his crotch. He was wearing sweatpants and his sizable erection was more than evident as it formed an obvious tent under the soft cotton material. Ryan pushed forward and rubbed his bulge all over his mom's face. She tried to turn away, but his grip on her hair was too firm.

"Pull down my pants," he said firmly.

When she didn't move, he twisted his hand, tugging her hair tighter and making her squeal.

"Pull. Down. My pants," Ryan repeated.

This time, his mother obeyed the order and slowly pulled down his sweatpants along with his underwear, until his cock sprang free. He heard her draw a sharp breath when she saw his thick seven inches bobbing in front of her eyes. Ryan wasted no time and shoved his mother's face in his crotch. He was rubbing his balls and shaft all over her and she was resisting by keeping her mouth closed. He forcefully tugged her hair again, and instantly knew she got the message as he felt the wetness of her tongue against his scrotum.

Under her son's firm hold and guidance, Julia started licking and sucking eagerly, covering with her saliva everything from the underside of his shaft all the way to his perineum. He then pulled her back, took hold of his cock, and started slapping her face with it. She took it without complaint and eventually he placed the head of his dick against her lips.

"Suck it," Ryan ordered.

Offering no resistance, his mother parted her lips and he pushed himself inside her mouth. Her warmth enveloping his throbbing erection made his knees feel weak. She locked her soft lips around her son's shaft and started sucking and twirling her tongue around the head. Ryan gasped and used his free hand to lean against the wall, fearing he'd lose his balance by the overwhelming sensation.

"Fuck! You suck cock like a slut," he groaned, and instantly felt his mother intensify her efforts. He was taken aback by her reaction to his words, it was hard to believe this was his own mother servicing his throbbing member.

Ryan was still holding her by the hair, but she'd taken control and, without using her hands, she was expertly bobbing her head over his fat cock, easily taking more than half his length. He let her have at it for a while, before getting back in charge and forcefully pushing her head to take him deeper. To his surprise, he discovered that she was able to take him to the hilt quite easily. He felt his mother's lips around the base of his cock and his scrotum against her chin, and held her in place until he felt her struggling to breathe. He eased his grip and she pulled back, a string of saliva and precum dripping from her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. Ryan gave her only a couple of seconds before pushing her back in.

"You filthy slut, suck your son's dick," he grunted, while his mother was choking on his fat cock.

He released his hold again, looking down at her, tears running over her cheeks while trying to fill her lungs back with oxygen. She stared back at him and Ryan was certain that this time it was lust he was seeing in his mother's eyes.

He didn't think he was ever as aroused as he was at that moment. He couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed his mother's head with both hands and shoved his cock in her throat again. He started frantically fucking her mouth, his balls slapping on her chin and her choking sounds filling the room. It only took a few seconds before he reached his climax. He forced her to take him to the hilt and his cock started pulsating inside her mouth as he released his seed down her throat. He deposited the first few shots inside her, then pulled out and stroked his cock to cover his mom's face with the rest of his thick warm cum.

After it was over, he leaned on the wall, drained and spent, slowly coming to his senses. He looked down to find his mother collapsed with her back against the wall, panting and covered in cum, tears, and saliva. He panicked at the realization of what he'd just done and hurried to pull his pants back up and leave the house.

***

For the second time after the broken frame incident, Ryan found himself driving around town in his car, trying to recover from shock. In the end, he chose to go to the gym, where he spent three hours working out, attempting to distract his mind from the dreadful conflicting thoughts that were flooding it. He'd most likely done irreparable damage to his relationship with his mother and the thought terrified him. Life without her was not something he wanted to consider. He couldn't bear the thought that he'd hurt her, physically or in any other way. What had come over him?

The thing that worried him the most was that he couldn't help admitting that a big part of him enjoyed it. He thought there were moments where his mother seemed overcome by lust and desire too, but Ryan didn't feel he could trust his judgment, considering the state his was in at the time. He couldn't help expecting the worst.

As he neared the house, he felt determined to confront the issue head-on. He would take full responsibility and admit that what he'd done was sickening and unforgivable and he would fall at her feet hoping that in time they'd find a way to put it behind them. He was prepared to do absolutely anything to fix this.

He parked his car, walked up to the front entrance, and stood with the key in his hand, trying to find the courage to face the mess he'd made of their life. He finally opened the door and walked inside. The first thing that hit him was an overwhelming mouthwatering smell coming from the kitchen. His mom was cooking. He certainly wasn't expecting that. Was she trying to take her mind off that morning's incident with cooking, the same way he did by going to the gym?

Ryan made his way to the kitchen, prepared for the worst. He walked in just as his mother was laying a dish of freshly cooked lasagna on the table. She turned to look at him and her face lit up and she smiled.

"Hey, honey!" She wiped her hands on her apron and rushed to greet him, kissing him on his cheek. "I made your favorite!"