My name is David and I am a 35-year-old, overweight, balding husband to my wife Nina. I was a virgin when we got together and she is the only person I have ever slept with. I love her with every bone in my trunk and couldn't imagine living my life without her. Nina is also overweight like me, but I just find that sexy and will spend many happy minute suckling at her 40D breasts or between her legs. We very rarely have sex preferring oral or masturbation, but that seems to operate for us as Nina has a very low sex effort whereas I have a perverted imagination and that is what gets me off. It could be getting a blowjob with a vibration in my rear while I read utmost porn or getting wanked off with a vibe in my arse ( I quite like a vibe in my rear end ) while Nina talks dirty to me.

My fantasies are varied and can be as extreme as they come, to my judgment they are just fancy that I never want to actually happen so they can be unrealistic or just plain wrong. Be they incest, bestiality, bdsm, lactation or water, they can get my idea to that position where I like it to be when I cum.

As I said my wife is my world but she doesn't have a kinky ivory in her consistence, but she does her best to keep me fulfil. But of class, I always want Sir Thomas More, I want her to tie me up, whip me, smother me as she sits on my face. I like her to shut away me in chastity, while she pegs my rear with a huge black dildo and dialogue about me being forced to suck up Milk River from her sis's minuscule tits.

But it is never enough, and if I am honest, whatever she did would never be enough for my sophisticate brain. It doesn't even matter if I don't get to actually cum every time, as long as we have that perverted amour as often as possible.

Earlier this yr I had a bit of a unsmooth time during Covid where with all the time on my paw I began to vex how long I had left on this earth and what I wanted from the rest of my life. nearly of my thoughts were of places I wanted to gossip, matter I wanted to do but contribution of my mentation lingered on the soiled side of meat of things I wanted to experience.

I couldn't entertain the idea of cheating on Nina, to see some of the matter that she wouldn't do or talk to me about. So, I found myself in quite a dark billet where I wanted to do perverted things before I popped my sabot, and no hazard of it happening. This all lead me to have a bit of a breakdown, nothing John Major but where it was affecting my state of my idea on daily basis.

My mum lived just down the route and I would often pop in for a cuppa while walking the dog or on my way home from work and she noticed that my happiness was taking a dip, and during a cuppa she asked me if I was alright. I insisted that I was ok, but I could recount she wasn't convinced. A few weeks later my wife was away with her work and the shaver were staying with champion enjoying their new found post-lockdown freedom leaving me alone with my spirit thwarting on a Sat night. Mum suggested that we spend the evening together with a takeaway and a few bottle of wine, not quite the even I had planned with my phone and my dick, but I didn't feel I could say no.

We started with a few large G & T's before dinner arrived and we sat and chatted while we watched telly about zip of consequence. After eating our meal with a bottle wine shared between us, I felt more relaxed and she again asked me what was wrong. I admitted that I felt lack that me and Nina were lacking in the intimacy department, and she assured me that many distich go through this.

"Oh it's not that, it just that I have some dissimilar thing I like the idea of that Nina doesn't"

Mum tried to get me to talk about them, but I said that I could never say that out loud to her, so she convinced me to text them to her, no details just one or two words so that I could unburden myself. I wasn't sure, but Mum convinced me to think about it. We spent the next hour drinking more wine before she left for home, she suggested I write her text edition and then make up one's mind whether to send it.

I continued drinking after she left and did as I promised and began composing a list of my fancy, it was so demeaning to be writing it but that just turned me on more. I decided that I wouldn't actually send off it, so really went to township giving not just a list of illusion but details. I said that I enjoyed wearing panties under my jeans, and fantasied that somebody found out and blackmailed me to institutionalize them photo's. That I had thought about buying a sexual morality belt and fantasied about being to be forced to wear it while I was fucked in the seat with a strap on dildo and that that person would also tie me up and whip me.

The more I drank the dirtier the text became, and the fact that with just one press it would be sent to my Mum. I even hovered over the send button a few times tricking my mentality that I could just weight-lift it and then it would too late. By now I was rampantly randy, and I discovered that humiliation was what got me off to the highest degree that, and submission. It actually helped writing it all down, as if I was confessing it to Mum and thought I might try and encounter some wank buddy online who I could unburden to and that if I could that may be the answer to my problems. That was when disaster struck, while filling my drinking glass with the terminal of the wine-coloured, I knocked the glass and it all spilled over my phone. I grabbed my phone quickly not wanting the liquidity to damage it while I mopped it with a paper towel. I was relieved to see that the phone seemed to sustain survived, but my relief was short-lived when I saw a notification on it saying"Message sent ”.

Before I passed out in my bed, I looked once Sir Thomas More at my phone hoping that it had all been a bad aspiration, however it showed a textbook from Mum"Thanks for trusting me ”.

While I was at employment a few mean solar day later I got a school text from Mum saying"pop in for a cuppa on your way menage ”. I knew that I would receive to face sooner or later so I thought that I might as well get it over with.

As Mum let me in, she hugged me like she would normally and put the tympani on as we made small public lecture about oeuvre and the like. Tea made, we headed into the forepart elbow room and both sat down.

"So, now we talk"she said"First of all, thank you for trusting me, I can only imagine what it took for you to send it"I didn't have the heart to tell her that I only sent by mistake."Kinky short bugger, aren't you !"Mum said trying to break the tension.

"If I understand you correctly, these are all matter that you want to try but Nina doesn't ; am I right ?"I nodded not trusting myself to speak.

"You don't want to cheat on her, and that's the man I brought you up to be. So here is what I propose, we explore them together."I was now truly dumb"now I'm not saying we can physically do everything on your list, after all I am your mother. But we can at to the lowest degree talk about all these affair, I know it will be hard on us both"the pun not lost on either of us"This bottling up of your feelings is harming your wellness and your felicity, so we have to try something. Will you allow me to do this for you ?"I took a long breath ; I wasn't able to attend her in the eye but I nodded in agreement.

"good we will commence now. I can imagine that it would be intolerably difficult for you to speak to your mother of all of this, so once a week we will accept an agreed school term here in my theatre, but I will not be your mother…I will be your schoolmarm or Dominatrix. That way you may feel more opened to be honest and wiener in our discussions, also we will be able to try an have a normal kinship outside of these sessions. How do you feel about that ?"

I once more nodded in agreement then said"No wait, you are my mother if I can't be good with you, I won't be able-bodied to be honest with anyone. But perhaps you can act a bit like a dominatrix ?"

"Very well, lets get started. Go upstairs and issue forth back down wearing the outfit I've laid out on my bed. You will wear it every week, while we talk.

I came downstairs as instructed my brass was Lycopersicon esculentum red, and stood still as she circled around inspected me wearing matching pinko step-in and bra with white stickup stockings. She had placed a dining chair in the middle of the way and she pushed me to sit on it,"hands behind your back"I reached both arms behind the back of the electric chair and felt and heard the dog of cuff restraining me."This is also how we will deport each session, restrained each sentence at to the lowest degree at first."She sat down in her armchair facing me saying zippo initially, simply observing how I squirmed under her gaze"commencement some convention ; one, you will answer every question I ask honestly and fully, leaving nothing out. You will give every detail of what you fantasize about, if it involves a individual you won't skin who they are or pretend it is anyone else. moment, what happens here doesn't go any further, no one can know of this. And thirdly, you will do anything I say no affair what. Can you agree to these rules ?

"Yes, mother"

"goodness, now yes start with what are you are wearing. secern me how it makes you feel, what happens in your fantasy.

I didn't know where to start, how could I do this with my mother ? Though I was pretty kinky, I never imagined that I would be having this discourse with her. But we are here, and I wasn't sure that living my life as it was wouldn't lead to a dislocation or some kind, so I thought ‘ bollocks, it can't get any worse !'“ I feel blockade, completely humiliated"

"I thought this was one of your fantasy, can I ask it that it isn't living up to your prospect ?"

"Oh no it is, I deserve to feel that way. I am a pervert to be sitting here in women's underwear, in front of you and even more so by the fact that I am getting horny from doing so. I love the way it makes me sense, I love the feel of them on my skin and I love the chagrin of getting hard because of them. My dick is getting hard in front of my mother."

"So I see. Not much of an erecting is it, but I can see your panties have a little bit of a collapsible shelter in them. That was another of your fancy wasn't it, pocket-sized penis chagrin wasn't it. Well let's see it then."And with that she stood up and helped me to my feet, my hands still handcuffed behind my book binding as she ran her hands over the cups of my bra. When she was once again standing directly in nominal head of me, her eyes never leaving mine she slid her hands down the straw man of my consistence, over my belly until her fingertips reached the top of my panties. Without loosing eye touch with me she slid her fingerbreadth inside, not touching my aching cock and pulled the front line of my pink panties out and then down until they rested under my balls. Only then did she face down and her brass said ‘ ah, cute ’, she then moved behind me and went to one her the underdrawers looking for something. When she returned, she had a large ruler in her hand and she used it to mensurate my throbbing dick. She used one of her custody to agitate my dick against the ruler."4 inch, not a great deal is it ? Not like your father"As she disappointedly read out the mensuration my peter gave a twitch against the ruler, a big bead of precum tiff from my dick and landed on the rule where one of her fingerbreadth was marking where my dick ended."You seem to sustain little control over yourself, don't you ? I think we perhaps need to learn you some."She held the ruler up to my face and I could see where the ruler was now glistening,"Clean it"she said as she brought to my backtalk. I struck out my natural language and cleaned my precum from the ruler and from the tip of her finger's breadth."good turn around and face the chair"as I did so I felt my mothers'hand on the top of my rachis encouraging me to turn over. My hands were now on the seat of the chair as I stood there in pink scanty and bra, my straight peg encased in the Patrick Victor Martindale White stockings. In front of my mother. My shaft was still poking out over the lacy dance orchestra at the top of my panties, and was dripping freely.

"A new program line, at any prison term you need to stop you just say the countersign ‘ umbrella ’, understood"

As I nodded, I felt the ruler semen crashing down on my pantied behind with a slap. She waited to see if I would use the safe-word, to let her have a go at it that I had no use of it, I just pushed out my backside for more of the same. And then she delivered another 20 or so, unsatisfied that it wasn't having the coveted effect on me, she stopped only to pull the panty completely down until the rested around my ankles. She then used the ruler on my arse for what seemed to be at least half an hour, sometimes caboodle in spry succession and others where she spaced them out but put her broad strength into them. I was getting to the point when I was preparing to use the safe-word when she stopped all of a sudden."That seems to consume done the trick"when I looked at her confusedly, she simply looked at my dick which was now completely gimp."I have no need of your little erections, so we will need to teach it not to do so. I'm sure that it hasn't got the lesson yet, but it will, given enough of them. I arse nerve were burning and felt bruised and needing to rub them I began to stand up."Stay where you are"Mother said to me sternly. As I returned to my place, I could hear her earphone's photographic camera snapping away, and I could opine that my case turned as red as my arse as I realised that my mother was taking picture not only of my spank arse, but also of my underclothes. If her phone ever got into the hands of person else, I would be exposed, and at that thought my piffling hard dick returned. As she told me to place upright up, she saw my little problem and sighed in letdown,"well I suppose you have done well today, maybe you deserve a little reward."She again sighed then had me stand directly in movement of her hot seat where she was sitting."Go on then, you may wank. But don't expect this every workweek, this is a one-off."

I'm not sure what I was expecting, her to do it or maybe even fellate me, but it wasn't this. I quickly grabbed it between my thumb and index finger when she indicated that I should hurry up or leave. As I stood in figurehead of my own mother in sexy fair sex's underclothes, I actually started wanking my little dick as she watched. Her middle never left it as my hand got warm and fast until my legs began to sway and sweat broke out on my frontal bone, her hands reached up and tweaked my nipples through the bra and I was out of controller. My coxa were thrusting all on their own until I reached that point of no coming back and with one final stab, I came…. all over my mother's blouse. She looked up at me questionly, as I was looking at her chest that was covered in my cum. I hadn't cum that hard for geezerhood and I had done it over my own female parent, I was instantly mortified and ran upstairs pulling my panty up as I went.

"How could I go down and face her now ?"I thought as I removed to bra, step-in and then the stockings. As I was finishing getting dressed into my own wearing apparel, I heard her coming up the stairs and into the sleeping room. She had cleaned her blouse up the beneficial she could, but you could still see the streaks where my cum had been. She put her arms around me until I understood that she wasn't upset, and then stood with her mitt outstretched,"If you give me your sissy clothes, I will wash them for you ready for next week."

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