Jasmine’s Slave Boy Family Fun Phone Sex Pt. 2

 JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

My son, my slave boy, is kneeling before me, naked, hungry so very eager to please. It is the collar I have put about his neck in part–but the rest, well it is me, his mother. My son has watched me, wanted me for a long time and will do anything in order to have me.

But I intend to play with him first, to edge him to the very brink and then bring him back until the ache of his desire, it hurts. Until he begs for his release. And I intend to make him hurt in other ways too. This is the price he must pay in order to fuck his mother and I have no doubt that he will pay it.

I pull on the strap on and stand before him. I give to his collar a sharp tug and force him to take the strap on into his mouth. “You are my bitch,” I tell him and though some part of him wants to rebel against this assertion, his desire for me and the collar, that constriction about his neck, remind him that he must obey my every command. 

Slowly, teasingly, I remove my bra and my big luscious tits pop out and he gulps at the sight of them and as I stand before him in my sheer black panties and black stockings and high heels, his cock grows even harder.

“Now lie down on the bed, boy” I tell my son “and spread your legs. No wider. There that’s it.”

Slowly, seductively, I begin to massage his ass cheeks and hole with lubricant, my fingers lingering on his hole, slowly inserting first one then the another finger. “Relax darling,” I say, my voice deceptively sweet. “It feels good, yes? Soo good.”

He begins to relax as I continue to gently finger his asshole, my expert touch growing firmer by the minute. He lets out a little moan of pleasure.

That is when I pounce and without warning, ram the strap on in and begin to thrust hard. He howls in pain as I fuck his fine young ass. “No, please, no, Mom, it hurts too much!”

“What did you say, slave? I snarl, tugging again hard upon his collar.

Whimpering, he says “I’m sorry, Mom. But it hurts.”

“That is rather point of it, darling,” I laugh. “With pain there is pleasure and there is fine line between the two. We are going to explore that line rather extensively tonight. Now repeat after me, ‘I belong to you, Mother. You are my Mistress. I am your slave.

I feel a resistance building up within him so I pull again on his collar, hard. “Say it!”

“I belong to you, Mother” he pants. “You are my Mistress. I am–your–bitch.”

I release my hold on his collar. “There that’s better,” I say and get back to the business of fucking his virgin asshole.

But this time I go more slowly and as time goes on, moment by moment, thrust by thrust, he surrenders and relaxes into me and begins to writhe and moan beneath me.

Then I stop and hold completely still.

For a few moments, there is a silence between us. “Please,” he finally says.

“Please what?” I ask, feigning ignorance.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Please don’t stop…who are you talking to?” I growl,

“Mistress! Mistress please don’t stop,” he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire. “Mistress, please fuck my ass some more.”

I make him beg some more. I make him declare his undying devotion to me and only me, And when I am satisfied I thrust into him again and fuck him hard until he cries out in bewildered joy as his orgasm rolls over him and I feel him trembling beneath me.

I pull out, stretching out beside him and regarding the tears on his young face. Gently, I kiss them away and stroke his hair. Then I kiss his mouth deeply, with passion.

“What do you say,” I ask him.

“Thank you, Mistress, ” he replies as, trembling,he reaches out to me and I hold him in my arms against my breast.

And there we are, just as we should be, Mother and SonMistress and slave, my hand inside his collar giving it little tug just to remind him. As if he really needed reminding at all.

 

MISTRESS JASMINE 1-844-332-2639 ext 262

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