Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 11

During dinner, Nell explained her experience. “It was like being slammed into a brick wall in slow motion but retaining all of the force. I experienced every microsecond of pain. At a certain moment, body half crushed, I lost my ‘self.'” Nell bounced parentheses fingers while saying the word. “I watched tears run and heard sobs. There was a sense of freedom unlike lucid dreaming. I was fully awake but unable to affect anything. That mental state was my entire reality – all in the present – separate from past and future.”

Mom and I didn’t touch the food on our plates while Nell described her personal journey of masochism. She ate heartily, wincing from time to time but not caring about the pain shooting up from her wood seated butt. She talked animatedly.

“I lived in slow motion, disconnected, watching the switch lay stripes across my ass but only interested in the experience of utter detachment.” Nell paused to chew chicken gristle. “The crazy thing is, I got bored! It was amazing for the longest time, then I was lonely. Hours passed between swats in my time frame. There was no one else. It became terrifying, but I think, now that I’ve experienced it, I’ll be able to withstand that. I kept shouting Craig’s name. He was the only person within my limited universe, but detachment separated us. I grew to hate it!

“Then SNAP! Like being whacked on the head with a two by four, I was back in my body. Craig’s arms were holding me, and he was crying. I had to fuck him, Mom. Hugging wasn’t close enough to be reassured that I wasn’t still alone.”

Nell finished her meal. Mom and I exchanged bewilderment. Eventually we wrapped our plates in plastic and stuck them in the fridge.

When Dad arrived, Nell was in her room, catching up on the classes she’d missed. Mom and I were still sitting at the table. My mind was mulling over my standing with Nell.

“Good evening, Love of my Life and Pesky Son. Where’s the prodigal daughter?” He was in a surprisingly chipper mood – likely horny.

“Taking a pregnancy test- I don’t know.” Mom jived.

“She studying, Dad. There’s a double meal waiting to be warmed up. Mom and I are going to sit here for a while.”

“At last, you’ve both succumbed to our alien overlords. Can I join in?” He quickly spotted the wrapped plates and put one in the microwave. When neither of us reacted, he worried.

“Is this what happens when the man of the house is gone too long? Family loses its spark, its drive? Stop moping. Why aren’t the kids complaining, Mother? Harp on my ass about something, or I might bury myself under a pile of hookers tonight.

Mom brightened a little. “Sorry, Husband. The only whore you’re allowed to pay is me. Mommy needs either an insta-pot, or a gross of edible panties.”

“Now we’re talking. Craig, go bother your sister while I bother your mother under the table.” It was the closest thing to sex between them that he’d ever joked about. The microwave went, “DING!”

I got up and went to my room. I texted Nell. “Dad’s in good spirits.”

“Can I fuck him?”

“That’s beyond my pay grade.”

“Can I fuck you again?”

“Now?”

“I mean, sometime again.”

“I guess, but I’ll probably be a dick about enslaving you.”

“Old news. Bring it Big Brother. Not tonight however. I’ve got to pass my media studies class or I will have to enroll in ROTC. Great safe word, BTW.”

“Do you wish you had used it?”

“Yes and no. We’ll find out next time.”

“Your ass was a maze of stripes. How can you concentrate?”

“I’m fingering myself, naked on my bed, tits down. Interested?”

“What about your studies?”

“What studies? Nah, I’m kidding, but not about being horny. Just have to plow through the books and vids. This is better than studying with classmates. Now STFU.”

I slept my phone and sought out my textbooks.

Adult, furtive cries seeped through the thin door to my room. I smiled and studied.

Mom didn’t bother me that night or the next. I actually enjoyed masturbating during her absence of groveling. Nell kept herself busy with school – both days. I thought about her experience of detachment. By no means was cumming into a dirty sock, the same as her moment of enlightenment. It just felt real good to jerk off privately.

At the end of the second day, I was challenging my self academically, by playing a video game, when Nell’s picture appeared on my phone. I answered.

“You okay, Big Bro?”

“Yeah, why do you care?” I smirked, hoping she might be horny.

“I don’t. Mom texted me and said you were home from school, but something was wrong.”

“Mom walked by not long ago. Why didn’t she ask me? I’m fine. I’m home. I got my ass kicked by a giant robot. I’m working toward vengeance.”

“That’s why, Idiot. You need to figure it out.”

HEY! My slow brain caught up. She had called me Big Bro!

I set my phone on the coffee table and released the controller in my other hand. It flipped over. The pause button struck the carpet, resuming my game. Mega-Robo-Gaigen kicked my ass again, but I bounded to my feet and strode into the hall.

I knocked at Mom’s door. “Mom?”

“Yes, My Son.”

Fuuuuuhhhh. Truly, yours truly was an idiot of the highest order. Mom hadn’t begged me for cock, because our game had changed!

“Open the door.” I mustered my best voice of authority. My recent experience of not ‘acting’ dominant while swatting my sister, had given me a sense of what being dominant was. It’s not like I had changed into a more dominant young man. I had a better understanding of the part of me that could be dominant.

Mom appeared in the doorway. She studied me, wary of my intentions. Her skirt was half zipped up but clasped at the waist. Her light sweater was the color of ripe cantaloupe.

“I’m sorry you weren’t quicker about that. Were you changing?”

“No.”

A quick glance at her bed revealed nothing out of the ordinary, but something made me suspicious. It might have been the smell.

“Were you masturbating?”

She bit her lip and nodded.

“What were you using?”

“My vibrator.”

“Show me.”

Mom went to her bed and pulled back the cover. The Dolphin that appeared was apparently the new Rabbit. I had overheard Nell in her room squealing about it when a friend of hers mentioned owning one.

“Did you cum?

“No, My Son.” She was signaling.

“Would you like to?”

“Yes.”

“That’s great, Mom. So would I.” I turned and stepped away down the hall. “Bring your vibrator and that fancy lube. Oh, and don’t bring your clothes.”

I waited next to the couch. It was extra plush and covered in a special non-leather that could handle rambunctious teens. Mom had ordered it six years ago. “What’s taking so long?” I spoke loudly down the hall.

“I’m coming.”

That made me smile.

Mom hustled into the room, large boobs jostling. In one hand was the vibrator. The other held a bottle. Damn, she had the best, natural figure for a mature woman. I was already as hard as a flagpole. My dick pulsed with the energy invoked by her stunning body.

“I see you trimmed your pussy bush. Careful you don’t cut it back too much.”

“Would you like to advise, next time?” Mom raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe. Let me know when you consider doing it again.”

The room fell silent. I was too delighted by mother’s curves and the sparkle in her eyes, to say anything. I soaked up her sexiness. I wanted her so badly!

She waited, her excitement tinged with uncertainty. Why wasn’t I calling her a mommy whore and fuck slave? What happened to me slapping her face and butt? Was I even going to play the game I had wrung out of her initial reluctance weeks ago? She licked her lips, waiting.

“Let’s talk about what you like.” I pointed at the vibrator. “That must be a lot easier to deal with than some young idiot who wants to play silly games.”

“It’s not what I want right now.”

“What do you want, Mother?”

“I want a big cock, My Son.”

“A real cock? Not that fake one?”

She licked her lips again and nodded.

“I sure would like you to play with a big, live prick. You’re so sexy when you’re horny.”

She blushed. Mom never blushed.

“Well,” I pierced her with my eyes. “You better find one then. Don’t waste any more of your breath and my time.”

She held her breath and quickly walked the distance between us. Her hands worked at my belt buckle.

“Look up at me while you’re doing that. I want to see the desire in your eyes.”

There were flames in her eyes when they met mine. The buckle fell away, followed by her pushing down my unzipped trousers. I wanted to kiss her trembling lips. Instead, I bent my head and sucked on her neck.

“It’s okay if you leave a mark, My Son.” She had my rigid cock in her hands and was pawing all over it, making sure by feel, that it was as big as she remembered. It twitched in her fondling fingers.

I left a mark on her neck so red it would scab over the next day. “I’m going to fuck you in the ass, Mother. Get me ready.” I cupped her tits in my hand and began kissing their cleavage.

Slick dripping fingers stroked a thick coating of lube over my jutting shaft while I sucked and nibbled on her nipples. “Pick up that dildo dolphin.”

Mom had to bend down to reach where she’d dropped it to cater to her fetish. “Hold it. Stay that way. Your ass is amazing, Mother. I can’t wait to fuck it. I need to spank it.” My hand was already falling across her butt crack. THWACK!

Her hind cheeks flinched and wobbled from the meaty impact. She lightly grunted, clenching the silicone toy in response to my swat. WHACK! WHACK! I struck separate cheeks squarely.

Then I was pushing my hand between her upper thighs, reaching into her trimmed bush. “You’re so fucking wet, Mom. Give me that rubber fucker.”

Without straightening, she gave the toy to my eager hand. “You don’t need this when I’m around, Mom. I’m taking it and your other toys. I’ll use them when I see fit.” CLICK, it started to whir.

I fit the dolphin’s bottle nose to her slick pussy lips, spreading them by inserting the lively thing into her cunt until only the base with its controls protruded. Mom mewled appreciatively.

Taking a step back, I watched the inert thing wriggle as her cunt muscles begged for real action. “Now get your dirty hole ready for me.”

She had to squirt lube into her soaked hand eight times before she decided she had pushed enough in her ass. It was super-hot to watch her finger the stuff into her crinkled bung.

“Squeeze more on my cock.”

Mom lay down a line of lube along my prick, like mustard for sausage. Bowing again, she stepped wide and offered her backside.

“I want you on the couch. Sit on the armrest and fall back keeping your ass on the armrest. Make your shitter available that way.”

“Yes, My Son.”

I loved how the hi-tech fake leather squeaked beneath my mother’s naked back. “Line me up, Mom.” I stepped between her raised and spread legs. She had to curl up as far as she could to reach my lube dripping cock and seat the head in her glistening asshole.

“Resist.” I commanded and pushed with my hips, grabbing her knees for leverage.