27-05-2026, 03:59 PM
"Mmm mmm… sss mmm ooh… ah… sssss ha… haaang…" My nightie had been pulled up to my thighs, my finger was probing my cunt, and I lay on the bed, slowly moaning with my eyes closed.
My son wasn't near me, yet he was the very reason I was doing it. He had made me suffer for his sake, reminding me of pleasures I had forgotten and forsaken.
Because of what he did, I was now alone, pleasuring myself by fingering my cunt. It's been three days since he got hold of a camera, and during those three days he's not only made me pose in all sorts of ways and take pictures, but he's also made me do whatever he wanted.
I was made to do the housework naked, made to lie on my back for him, had carrots, cucumbers, and sometimes a pen shoved into my cunt, and was often made to wiggle my arse, I forgot I was his mother and, fearing his anger, did everything to humiliate myself like a porn star.
Lately, he has even started talking to me in a very vulgar way, quite casually. No matter how humiliatingly he treats me, I have hope that he will change his mind and we will go back to the way we were, at least because of what I am doing. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't pray to God for that.
The next morning, as usual, as soon as the bathroom shoot was over, I headed off to the office. It's only when I'm at work that I can be a little more at ease, free from thoughts of my son and what he might do next.
But over the past three days, I had been somewhat unsettled by my son's behaviour. I hadn't been able to concentrate properly on my work. Determined to finish off the backlog of work today, I was engrossed in my tasks when the peon suddenly called me. 'Madam… Madam…' I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. He said, somewhat flustered, 'Madam, the boss wants you to come to his office urgently.'
This is the only place where we can be a little at ease; I was anxious that even that would now be disturbed, so I hurried into the manager's office. The manager wasn't there. I stood for a moment, stunned, and looked around the office, but there was no one.
Then, something I hadn't expected happened. Suddenly, someone came up from behind and held me, pinching my breasts through my jacket. For a moment, I couldn't make sense of it; my legs wouldn't move and I couldn't utter a word. It was my office peon, standing behind me.
What nerve he had—in broad daylight, in the manager's office, with him away, a peon was groping my breasts. I was about to start berating him when he spoke. 'Oi, don't start acting all holier-than-thou and giving me the third degree. I know all about your filthy ways, Madam,' he said, squeezing my breast even harder.
As I opened my mouth again to ask what the hell this dog knew about my behaviour, he said, 'You're the one who lifted your arse for a porn CD, you bitch. The lads said they know how you got that camera…' Mmm, you were really shaking it, weren't you… mmm," he said, gently licking the nape of my neck with his tongue, and a shiver ran the length of my spine.
God, what a huge mistake I've made. It was because of him that I went to those shops and asked about the camera. In the end, that lad with the pirated CD, that shopkeeper, and him—are they all in on it? I've just walked straight into a trap like this... Not only have I gone everywhere and shown my body to just anyone for my son, but now this peon, who has always treated me with respect, has in a single day started treating me like a prostitute, talking to me so filthily and touching me like this... Ugh.
With all this racing through my mind, I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him. I didn't even know why I was still breathing. I was trapped by him, and I had no idea how to break free.
He said again, 'Mmm, now I get it, you little minx, how you're so curvy... I can't stay here for long. What are you doing? In a bit, come a little way behind our office; there's a derelict building there.' And with that, he left without even waiting for my reply.
I could breathe again the moment he left me. What am I to do now? Should I run away from here? I don't want this job, I don't want anything... I could run away... But if I did... how would I cope with my son, with no job and no money? I couldn't fathom when or how he would change next. My God, what am I to do now?
Ten minutes later, I checked to see if anyone was watching at the back of the office and slowly made my way to the spot he had indicated, where the peon was standing. 'Come on, Madam… is this spot nice and secluded and comfortable? Now then, hurry up and lift your sari to show me your beautiful cunt,' he said.
I mustered up my courage and said to him, 'Look, I'm not like that… over there… that shop… I'm not that sort of person… please understand.' I said it, half-swallowing my words, but he acted as if he hadn't heard any of it. 'What are you babbling on about, madam…' Show it quickly, Madam, before the others come looking for you," he said.
I was on the verge of tears, and when he said again, "Show me your cunt," I grabbed my sari and slowly lifted it up. Little by little I lifted my sari, exposing my cunt to my office peon. He said, "Fuck, mm, what a lovely shape you've got… is it with that fat you show it off to everyone, one by one?"
A single tear fell as I stood there, holding up my sari and showing him my cunt, without saying a word. He said again, "Mmm, just turn around and show me your big arse, madam." So I turned around and showed him my arse.
He moaned, 'Fuck, what a fat arse you've got... You wiggle this to get every bloke hard... Sss... Mmm ssss aah, you whore cunt... Aah ssss.' I turned to look at him, and he was wanking while staring at me.
He called out, "Madam, that's enough of the ass show, turn around and come here," and I, terrified, slowly moved towards him. He was stroking his cock with one hand and, with his other, touched my cunt, and the remaining tears streamed down my face of their own accord.
'Mmm, sss, Madam, your pussy is so smooth, even without a husband you seem to keep it well maintained…' Mmm sss ahh," he said, stroking my cunt. He then slid his hand down my back and cupped my arse. "Ah ssss ah, your arse is so soft, like cotton wool, mmm sss ah. I bet you take a good arse-fucking, eh?" he said
My heart was pounding, I kept praying that no one would come down this side, and on top of that, he was being rude and talking down to me.
He again said, 'Mmm, nice big tits, cunt. Mmm, ah, sss, ah, you fucking bitch, ah, fuck, ahhh, look at my cock, see how it's throbbing for you,' and he shook it faster, then further 'What are you saying, you cunt? Your husband's not here, is he? I'm going to fill this horny cunt of yours with my cum,' he said, and as he shot his load, his cum trickled down my thigh.
When I got home from work and opened the door, I felt exhausted, both in body and mind. My son was standing in the hall with a camera. As I was about to go to my room, he stopped me and said, 'Undress right here.'
I sighed deeply and stripped right there in front of him, standing naked. He said, "Good, keep fingering your cunt and come and sit on the sofa," then held the camera in front of me. I kept touching my cunt as I walked over and sat down.
My son casually said, "Mum, stick a finger in your cunt and put it in your mouth and suck it." So I did just that and tasted my own cunt. He then said, "Very good. Now spread your legs wide and keep rubbing your cunt… it's itching…" Come on... tell me to come and fuck you,' he said, and I froze, terrified.
As soon as I fell silent, my son said, "Can't you do as you're told, you cunt?" and came over to me, grabbed my legs and spread them, took my hand and placed it on my cunt. "Now say it properly, just like I told you…" pussy' and then stood in front of me again to film. With a slight tremor, I said, 'Come on… my pussy's itching… come and fuck me.'
My son said, 'Mum, that's brilliant. Keep fingering yourself... sexily, tell me how much your pussy itches, tell me to put my cock inside you... and then, mm, yeah, my nipple is hard for you, come and bite it, say it sexily.' And then he started filming.
What else could I do? 'Ahhh, ooh, ah, you bastard, look how itchy my cunt is, ahhh, ooh, come and shove your cock inside and fuck me, ahhh, ooh, mmm, haa... Look how my nipple is standing up for you, ahhh, come and bite it, ahhh, ooh,' I said.
My son said, "Oh, super, now turn around and show me your arse, and don't stop fingering yourself." So I stood there, showing him my arse and continuing to finger myself. 'Ahhh sssss ahhh come on, my cunt is aching, ahhh come and mount me and fuck me, ahhh ssss ahhh take it, ahhh pull my pussy juices out, ahhh ssss ahhh ahhh ahhh' I screamed as I headed towards my climax.
I slumped onto the sofa and my son happily said, 'Very good, Mum, you did brilliantly,' before walking away. It was all for that happiness, wasn't
it? I picked up my clothes and went to my room.
To be continued…
My son wasn't near me, yet he was the very reason I was doing it. He had made me suffer for his sake, reminding me of pleasures I had forgotten and forsaken.
Because of what he did, I was now alone, pleasuring myself by fingering my cunt. It's been three days since he got hold of a camera, and during those three days he's not only made me pose in all sorts of ways and take pictures, but he's also made me do whatever he wanted.
I was made to do the housework naked, made to lie on my back for him, had carrots, cucumbers, and sometimes a pen shoved into my cunt, and was often made to wiggle my arse, I forgot I was his mother and, fearing his anger, did everything to humiliate myself like a porn star.
Lately, he has even started talking to me in a very vulgar way, quite casually. No matter how humiliatingly he treats me, I have hope that he will change his mind and we will go back to the way we were, at least because of what I am doing. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't pray to God for that.
The next morning, as usual, as soon as the bathroom shoot was over, I headed off to the office. It's only when I'm at work that I can be a little more at ease, free from thoughts of my son and what he might do next.
But over the past three days, I had been somewhat unsettled by my son's behaviour. I hadn't been able to concentrate properly on my work. Determined to finish off the backlog of work today, I was engrossed in my tasks when the peon suddenly called me. 'Madam… Madam…' I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. He said, somewhat flustered, 'Madam, the boss wants you to come to his office urgently.'
This is the only place where we can be a little at ease; I was anxious that even that would now be disturbed, so I hurried into the manager's office. The manager wasn't there. I stood for a moment, stunned, and looked around the office, but there was no one.
Then, something I hadn't expected happened. Suddenly, someone came up from behind and held me, pinching my breasts through my jacket. For a moment, I couldn't make sense of it; my legs wouldn't move and I couldn't utter a word. It was my office peon, standing behind me.
What nerve he had—in broad daylight, in the manager's office, with him away, a peon was groping my breasts. I was about to start berating him when he spoke. 'Oi, don't start acting all holier-than-thou and giving me the third degree. I know all about your filthy ways, Madam,' he said, squeezing my breast even harder.
As I opened my mouth again to ask what the hell this dog knew about my behaviour, he said, 'You're the one who lifted your arse for a porn CD, you bitch. The lads said they know how you got that camera…' Mmm, you were really shaking it, weren't you… mmm," he said, gently licking the nape of my neck with his tongue, and a shiver ran the length of my spine.
God, what a huge mistake I've made. It was because of him that I went to those shops and asked about the camera. In the end, that lad with the pirated CD, that shopkeeper, and him—are they all in on it? I've just walked straight into a trap like this... Not only have I gone everywhere and shown my body to just anyone for my son, but now this peon, who has always treated me with respect, has in a single day started treating me like a prostitute, talking to me so filthily and touching me like this... Ugh.
With all this racing through my mind, I couldn't bring myself to say a word to him. I didn't even know why I was still breathing. I was trapped by him, and I had no idea how to break free.
He said again, 'Mmm, now I get it, you little minx, how you're so curvy... I can't stay here for long. What are you doing? In a bit, come a little way behind our office; there's a derelict building there.' And with that, he left without even waiting for my reply.
I could breathe again the moment he left me. What am I to do now? Should I run away from here? I don't want this job, I don't want anything... I could run away... But if I did... how would I cope with my son, with no job and no money? I couldn't fathom when or how he would change next. My God, what am I to do now?
Ten minutes later, I checked to see if anyone was watching at the back of the office and slowly made my way to the spot he had indicated, where the peon was standing. 'Come on, Madam… is this spot nice and secluded and comfortable? Now then, hurry up and lift your sari to show me your beautiful cunt,' he said.
I mustered up my courage and said to him, 'Look, I'm not like that… over there… that shop… I'm not that sort of person… please understand.' I said it, half-swallowing my words, but he acted as if he hadn't heard any of it. 'What are you babbling on about, madam…' Show it quickly, Madam, before the others come looking for you," he said.
I was on the verge of tears, and when he said again, "Show me your cunt," I grabbed my sari and slowly lifted it up. Little by little I lifted my sari, exposing my cunt to my office peon. He said, "Fuck, mm, what a lovely shape you've got… is it with that fat you show it off to everyone, one by one?"
A single tear fell as I stood there, holding up my sari and showing him my cunt, without saying a word. He said again, "Mmm, just turn around and show me your big arse, madam." So I turned around and showed him my arse.
He moaned, 'Fuck, what a fat arse you've got... You wiggle this to get every bloke hard... Sss... Mmm ssss aah, you whore cunt... Aah ssss.' I turned to look at him, and he was wanking while staring at me.
He called out, "Madam, that's enough of the ass show, turn around and come here," and I, terrified, slowly moved towards him. He was stroking his cock with one hand and, with his other, touched my cunt, and the remaining tears streamed down my face of their own accord.
'Mmm, sss, Madam, your pussy is so smooth, even without a husband you seem to keep it well maintained…' Mmm sss ahh," he said, stroking my cunt. He then slid his hand down my back and cupped my arse. "Ah ssss ah, your arse is so soft, like cotton wool, mmm sss ah. I bet you take a good arse-fucking, eh?" he said
My heart was pounding, I kept praying that no one would come down this side, and on top of that, he was being rude and talking down to me.
He again said, 'Mmm, nice big tits, cunt. Mmm, ah, sss, ah, you fucking bitch, ah, fuck, ahhh, look at my cock, see how it's throbbing for you,' and he shook it faster, then further 'What are you saying, you cunt? Your husband's not here, is he? I'm going to fill this horny cunt of yours with my cum,' he said, and as he shot his load, his cum trickled down my thigh.
When I got home from work and opened the door, I felt exhausted, both in body and mind. My son was standing in the hall with a camera. As I was about to go to my room, he stopped me and said, 'Undress right here.'
I sighed deeply and stripped right there in front of him, standing naked. He said, "Good, keep fingering your cunt and come and sit on the sofa," then held the camera in front of me. I kept touching my cunt as I walked over and sat down.
My son casually said, "Mum, stick a finger in your cunt and put it in your mouth and suck it." So I did just that and tasted my own cunt. He then said, "Very good. Now spread your legs wide and keep rubbing your cunt… it's itching…" Come on... tell me to come and fuck you,' he said, and I froze, terrified.
As soon as I fell silent, my son said, "Can't you do as you're told, you cunt?" and came over to me, grabbed my legs and spread them, took my hand and placed it on my cunt. "Now say it properly, just like I told you…" pussy' and then stood in front of me again to film. With a slight tremor, I said, 'Come on… my pussy's itching… come and fuck me.'
My son said, 'Mum, that's brilliant. Keep fingering yourself... sexily, tell me how much your pussy itches, tell me to put my cock inside you... and then, mm, yeah, my nipple is hard for you, come and bite it, say it sexily.' And then he started filming.
What else could I do? 'Ahhh, ooh, ah, you bastard, look how itchy my cunt is, ahhh, ooh, come and shove your cock inside and fuck me, ahhh, ooh, mmm, haa... Look how my nipple is standing up for you, ahhh, come and bite it, ahhh, ooh,' I said.
My son said, "Oh, super, now turn around and show me your arse, and don't stop fingering yourself." So I stood there, showing him my arse and continuing to finger myself. 'Ahhh sssss ahhh come on, my cunt is aching, ahhh come and mount me and fuck me, ahhh ssss ahhh take it, ahhh pull my pussy juices out, ahhh ssss ahhh ahhh ahhh' I screamed as I headed towards my climax.
I slumped onto the sofa and my son happily said, 'Very good, Mum, you did brilliantly,' before walking away. It was all for that happiness, wasn't
it? I picked up my clothes and went to my room.
To be continued…
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