My name is Jacques Louis 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 entirely person I have ever slept with. I love her with every ivory in my organic structure and couldn't imagine living my life story without her. Nina is also overweight like me, but I just find that sexy and will expend many well-chosen hours suckling at her 40D bosom or between her legs. We very rarely have sex preferring viva voce or onanism, but that seems to work for us as Nina has a very low sex drive whereas I have a perverted imagination and that is what gets me off. It could be getting a cock sucking with a vibration in my arse while I read extreme porn or getting wanked off with a vibe in my arse ( I quite like a vibe in my arse ) while Nina dialogue dirty to me.

My fancy are varied and can be as extreme as they come, to my nous they are just illusion that I never want to actually happen so they can be unrealistic or just kick wrong. Be they incest, bestiality, bdsm, lactation or piss, they can get my thinker to that seat where I like it to be when I cum.

As I said my wife is my humankind but she doesn't have a kinky bone in her body, but she does her best to keep me satisfied. But of course, I always want more, I want her to tie me up, whip me, smother me as she sits on my expression. I like her to lock me in celibacy, while she pegs my behind with a huge black dildo and talks about me being forced to suck up milk from her sister's small tits.

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

Earlier this yr I had a bit of a rough time during Covid where with all the fourth dimension on my hired man I began to occupy how long I had left on this dry land and what I wanted from the eternal sleep of my life. nearly of my thinking were of space I wanted to chaffer, things I wanted to do but part of my thoughts lingered on the dirtier side of matter I wanted to experience.

I couldn't entertain the estimate of cheating on Nina, to experience some of the matter that she wouldn't do or tattle to me about. So, I found myself in quite a dreary place where I wanted to do perverted things before I popped my clog dancing, and no chance of it happening. This all lead me to have got a bit of a breakdown, cipher major but where it was affecting my state of my mind on everyday basis.

My mum lived just down the road and I would often pop in for a cupper while walking the dog or on my way family from workplace 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 severalise she wasn't convinced. A few calendar week later my wife was away with her study and the kid were staying with friends enjoying their new found post-lockdown freedom leaving me alone with my life frustration on a Saturday night. Mum suggested that we spend the even together with a takeout food and a few nursing bottle of wine, not quite the evening I had planned with my headphone and my putz, but I didn't feel I could say no.

We started with a few orotund G & T's before dinner arrived and we sat and chatted while we watched telly about nothing of consequence. After eating our repast with a bottle wine shared between us, I felt more loosen and she again asked me what was wrong. I admitted that I felt want that me and Nina were lacking in the intimacy department, and she assured me that many mates go through this.

"Oh it's not that, it just that I have some different matter I like the melodic theme of that Nina doesn't"

Mum tried to get me to lecture 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 language so that I could unburden myself. I wasn't sure, but Mum convinced me to consider about it. We spent the side by side hour drinking more wine before she left for habitation, she suggested I write her text and then decide whether to send it.

I continued imbibition after she left and did as I promised and began composing a leaning of my phantasy, it was so humiliating to be writing it but that just turned me on more. I decided that I wouldn't actually place it, so really went to town giving not just a listing of phantasy but inside information. I said that I enjoyed wearing pantie under my jeans, and fantasied that someone found out and blackmailed me to send out them photo's. That I had thought about buying a sexual morality belt and fantasied about being to be forced to jade it while I was fucked in the arse with a shoulder strap on dildo and that that mortal would also tie me up and whip me.

The more I drank the dirtier the text became, and the fact that with just one closet it would be sent to my Mum. I even hovered over the place push a few times tricking my mentality that I could just agitate it and then it would too late. By now I was rampantly ruttish, and I discovered that humiliation was what got me off most that, and submission. It actually helped writing it all down, as if I was confessing it to Mum and thought I might try and find some wank brother 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 trash with the last of the vino, I knocked the glass and it all spilled over my earpiece. I grabbed my speech sound quickly not wanting the liquid to damage it while I mopped it with a theme towel. I was relieved to see that the phone seemed to accept survived, but my stand-in was transitory when I saw a notification on it saying"Message sent ”.

Before I passed out in my bed, I looked once more at my headphone hoping that it had all been a bad dream, however it showed a text from Mum"Thanks for trusting me ”.

While I was at work a few days later I got a text edition from Mum saying"pop in for a cupper on your way home ”. I knew that I would sustain 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 kettle on as we made small talk about work and the like. Tea made, we headed into the front way and both sat down.

"So, now we talk"she said"first base of all, thank you for trusting me, I can only guess what it took for you to beam it"I didn't have the middle to recount her that I only sent by error."Kinky small bugger, aren't you !"Mum said trying to break the tension.

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

"You don't want to rip off 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 speechless"now I'm not saying we can physically do everything on your list, after all I am your mother. But we can at least talk about all these things, I know it will be hard on us both"the pun not lost on either of us"This bottling up of your touch is harming your health and your happiness, so we have to try something. Will you allow me to do this for you ?"I took a tenacious hint ; I wasn't able to look her in the eye but I nodded in agreement.

"goodness 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 have an agreed school term here in my house, but I will not be your mother…I will be your Mistress or Dominatrix. That way you may feel more than open to be honest and wiener in our discourse, also we will be able-bodied to try an have a normal family relationship 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 reliable 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 come 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 face was tomato plant red, and stood still as she circled around inspected me wearing matching pink panties and bra with tweed holdup stockings. She had placed a dining chair in the eye of the room and she pushed me to sit on it,"hands behind your endorse"I reached both weaponry behind the rear of the death chair and felt and heard the chink of handcuffs restraining me."This is also how we will conduct each session, restrained each time at least at first."She sat down in her armchair facing me saying nothing initially, simply observing how I squirmed under her regard"low some rules ; one, you will answer every question I ask honestly and fully, leaving naught out. You will grant every point of what you fantasize about, if it involves a mortal you won't hide who they are or pretend it is anyone else. bit, what happens here doesn't go any further, no one can know of this. And thirdly, you will do anything I say no thing what. Can you fit in to these formula ?

"Yes, female parent"

"Good, now yes scratch line with what are you are wearing. state me how it makes you feel, what happens in your fantasy.

I didn't know where to go, how could I do this with my mother ? Though I was pretty perverted, I never imagined that I would be having this discussion with her. But we are here, and I wasn't sure that livelihood my life as it was wouldn't tether to a partitioning or some variety, so I thought ‘ bollocks, it can't get any forged !'“ I feel embarrassed, completely humiliated"

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

"Oh no it is, I deserve to feel that way. I am a pervert to be sitting here in charwoman's underclothes, in front line of you and even more so by the fact that I am getting horny from doing so. I love the way it makes me experience, I love the flavor of them on my hide and I love the humiliation of getting intemperate because of them. My dick is getting hard in front line of my mother."

"So I see. Not often of an hard-on is it, but I can see your panties have a petty bit of a tent in them. That was another of your fancy wasn't it, little 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 back as she ran her hands over the cups of my bra. When she was once again standing directly in front man of me, her eyes never leaving mine she slid her hands down the front line of my eubstance, over my belly until her fingertips reached the top of my panties. Without loosing eye striking with me she slid her finger inside, not touching my aching cock and pulled the front of my pink panties out and then down until they rested under my orchis. Only then did she look down and her face said ‘ ah, cute ’, she then moved behind me and went to one her the boxers looking for something. When she returned, she had a large ruler in her hand and she used it to measure my throbbing dick. She used one of her hired hand to push my dick against the rule."4 in, not lots is it ? Not like your forefather"As she disappointedly read out the measurement my dick gave a twitch against the ruler, a big dip of precum spat from my peter and landed on the ruler where one of her fingers was marking where my cock ended."You seem to have fiddling restraint over yourself, don't you ? I think we perhaps need to teach 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 oral cavity. I struck out my tongue and cleaned my precum from the rule and from the tip of her finger's breadth."turn of events around and face the chair"as I did so I felt my mother'paw on the top of my back encouraging me to twist over. My hands were now on the seat of the hot seat as I stood there in pink pantie and bra, my straight stage encased in the Patrick White stockings. In straw man of my female parent. My pecker was still poking out over the lacy set at the top of my step-in, and was dripping freely.

"A new program line, at any time you need to stop you just say the parole ‘ umbrella ’, read"

As I nodded, I felt the ruler semen crashing down on my pantied behind with a smacking. She waited to see if I would use the safe-word, to let her know that I had no use of it, I just pushed out my backside for More of the Saami. And then she delivered another 20 or so, unsatisfied that it wasn't having the want outcome on me, she stopped only to pull the panties completely down until the rested around my ankles. She then used the ruler on my stern for what seemed to be at least half an 60 minutes, sometimes lots in quick succession and others where she spaced them out but put her full force-out into them. I was getting to the full point when I was preparing to use the safe-word when she stopped all of a sudden."That seems to give done the deception"when I looked at her confusedly, she simply looked at my shaft which was now completely limp."I have no need of your piffling hard-on, so we will necessitate 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 cheeks were burning and felt bruised and needing to rub them I began to bear up."Stay where you are"Mother said to me sternly. As I returned to my position, I could listen her earpiece's tv camera snapping away, and I could imagine that my face turned as red as my derriere as I realised that my female parent was taking pic not only of my paddle arse, but also of my underclothes. If her earphone ever got into the hands of someone else, I would be exposed, and at that thought my minuscule hard shaft returned. As she told me to stand up, she saw my little problem and sighed in dashing hopes,"Well I suppose you have done well today, maybe you deserve a little reward."She again sighed then had me stand directly in front of her chair where she was sitting."Go on then, you may masturbate. 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 suck me, but it wasn't this. I quickly grabbed it between my ovolo and forefinger when she indicated that I should hasten up or leave. As I stood in front of my own mother in aphrodisiac women's underwear, I actually started wanking my trivial dick as she watched. Her eye never left it as my hand got quick and nimble until my legs began to shake and sweat broke out on my forehead, her hands reached up and tweaked my mamilla through the bra and I was out of control. My rosehip were thrusting all on their own until I reached that full stop of no return and with one last thrust, I came…. all over my Mother's blouse. She looked up at me questionly, as I was looking at her pectus that was covered in my cum. I hadn't cum that strong for years and I had done it over my own Mother, I was instantly mortified and ran upstairs pulling my panties up as I went.

"How could I go down and face her now ?"I thought as I removed to bra, scanty and then the stockings. As I was finishing getting dressed into my own clothes, I heard her coming up the steps and into the chamber. She had cleaned her blouse up the best she could, but you could still see the streaks where my cum had been. She put her subdivision around me until I understood that she wasn't swage, and then stood with her hands outstretched,"If you give me your sissified clothes, I will wash them for you ready for succeeding week."

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