My epithet is Saint David and I am a 35-year-old, corpulence, balding hubby to my wife Nina. I was a Virgin when we got together and she is the only someone I have ever slept with. I love her with every bone in my body and couldn't imagine aliveness my life-time without her. Nina is also overweight like me, but I just find that sexy and will spend many felicitous 60 minutes suckling at her 40D tit or between her branch. We very rarely have sex preferring unwritten or masturbation, but that seems to work for us as Nina has a very low sex drive whereas I have a perverted imagery and that is what gets me off. It could be getting a blowjob with a vibe in my arse while I read utmost smut or getting wanked off with a vibe in my arse ( I quite like a vibe in my arse ) while Nina talks dirty to me.

My illusion are varied and can be as extreme as they come, to my mind they are just phantasy that I never want to actually materialize so they can be unrealistic or just sound off legal injury. Be they incest, zooerastia, bdsm, lactation or piss, they can get my mind to that place where I like it to be when I cum.

As I said my wife is my world but she doesn't have a kinky bone in her body, but she does her ripe to hold me fill. But of course, I always want more than, I want her to tie me up, whip me, smother me as she sits on my face. I like her to lock me in sexual morality, while she pegs my arse with a huge black dildo and talks about me being forced to suck milk from her babe's modest tits.

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

Earlier this year I had a bit of a rough prison term during Covid where with all the fourth dimension on my hands I began to worry how long I had left on this dry land and what I wanted from the residuum of my life. Most of my intellection were of places I wanted to claver, things I wanted to do but part of my thoughts lingered on the dingy side of affair I wanted to experience.

I couldn't entertain the estimation of cheating on Nina, to experience some of the matter that she wouldn't do or verbalise to me about. So, I found myself in quite a gloomy space where I wanted to do demoralise things before I popped my clogs, and no chance of it happening. This all lead me to feature a bit of a breakdown, nothing major but where it was affecting my United States Department of State of my intellect on daily basis.

My mum lived just down the road and I would often pop in for a cuppa while walking the dog or on my way abode from work and she noticed that my felicity was taking a dip, and during a cuppa she asked me if I was alright. I insisted that I was ok, but I could tell she wasn't convinced. A few hebdomad later my wife was away with her piece of work and the baby were staying with protagonist enjoying their new found post-lockdown freedom leaving me alone with my animation foiling on a Sabbatum night. Mum suggested that we spend the evening together with a takeaway and a few bottles of wine, not quite the evening I had planned with my sound and my prick, but I didn't feel I could say no.

We started with a few vauntingly G & T's before dinner arrived and we sat and chatted while we watched telly about nothing of outcome. After eating our meal with a bottleful wine shared between us, I felt more relaxed and she again asked me what was legal injury. I admitted that I felt want that me and Nina were lacking in the familiarity department, and she assured me that many couples go through this.

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

Mum tried to get me to blab about them, but I said that I could never say that out aloud to her, so she convinced me to text them to her, no details just one or two words so that I could disburden myself. I wasn't sure, but Mum convinced me to call up about it. We spent the side by side 60 minutes drinking More wine before she left for home, she suggested I write her text edition and then resolve whether to send it.

I continued crapulence after she left and did as I promised and began composing a list of my fancy, it was so humiliate to be writing it but that just turned me on more. I decided that I wouldn't actually send it, so really went to Ithiel Town giving not just a list of fantasies but details. I said that I enjoyed wearing pantie under my jeans, and fantasied that someone found out and blackmailed me to send them photo's. That I had thought about buying a chastity whang and fantasied about being to be forced to have on it while I was fucked in the arse with a strap on dildo and that that individual 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 air release a few multiplication tricking my psyche that I could just urge on it and then it would too late. By now I was rampantly horny, and I discovered that humiliation was what got me off nigh that, and submission. It actually helped writing it all down, as if I was confessing it to Mum and thought I might try and get hold some wank sidekick 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 glass with the last of the wine, I knocked the glass and it all spilled over my phone. I grabbed my phone quickly not wanting the liquid to damage it while I mopped it with a theme towel. I was relieved to see that the earpiece seemed to throw survived, but my relief was short-lived when I saw a telling on it saying"Message sent ”.

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

While I was at work a few days later I got a text from Mum saying"pop in for a cupper on your way home ”. I knew that I would have 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 of the town about oeuvre and the similar. Tea made, we headed into the front room and both sat down.

"So, now we talk"she said"first base of all, thank you for trusting me, I can only reckon what it took for you to send it"I didn't have the heart to recount her that I only sent by misapprehension."Kinky piffling sodomite, aren't you !"Mum said trying to erupt 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 dumb"now I'm not saying we can physically do everything on your list, after all I am your female parent. 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 feelings is harming your health and your happiness, so we have to try something. Will you reserve me to do this for you ?"I took a long breathing place ; I wasn't capable to look her in the eye but I nodded in agreement.

"goodness we will begin now. I can imagine that it would be intolerably hard for you to talk to your mother of all of this, so once a week we will birth an agreed session here in my house, but I will not be your mother…I will be your Mistress or Dominatrix. That way you may experience More open air to be honest and hot dog in our treatment, also we will be able to try an have a normal relationship outside of these sessions. How do you feel about that ?"

I once more nodded in agreement then said"No postponement, you are my mother if I can't be honest with you, I won't be able 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 grimace was tomato red, and stood still as she circled around inspected me wearing matching pink scanty and bra with Patrick White heist stockings. She had placed a dining chair in the middle of the room and she pushed me to sit on it,"hands behind your plunk for"I reached both arms behind the dorsum of the chair and felt and heard the click of handcuffs restraining me."This is also how we will conduct each session, restrained each meter at least at first."She sat down in her armchair facing me saying nix initially, simply observing how I squirmed under her regard"First some rules ; one, you will answer every doubtfulness I ask honestly and fully, leaving nothing out. You will pay every point of what you fantasize about, if it involves a person you won't hide who they are or pretend it is anyone else. Second, what happens here doesn't go any further, no one can cognise of this. And thirdly, you will do anything I say no issue what. Can you agree to these rules ?

"Yes, female parent"

"Good, now yes start with what are you are wearing. say me how it makes you find, what happens in your fantasy.

I didn't know where to protrude, how could I do this with my mother ? Though I was pretty crisp, I never imagined that I would be having this give-and-take with her. But we are here, and I wasn't sure that living my biography as it was wouldn't lead to a breakdown or some kind, so I thought ‘ bollocks, it can't get any spoilt !'“ I feel embarrassed, completely humiliated"

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

"Oh no it is, I deserve to finger that way. I am a deviant to be sitting here in charwoman'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 feel, I love the feel of them on my tegument and I love the abasement of getting punishing because of them. My dick is getting hard in front of my mother."

"So I see. Not much of an erection is it, but I can see your panties have a fiddling bit of a tent in them. That was another of your fantasies wasn't it, small member chagrin wasn't it. fountainhead let's see it then."And with that she stood up and helped me to my animal foot, my manpower 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 of me, her eyes never leaving mine she slid her hands down the front of my body, over my belly until her fingertips reached the top of my step-in. Without loosing eye contact with me she slid her fingers inside, not touching my aching tool and pulled the front man of my pink panties out and then down until they rested under my balls. Only then did she search down and her face said ‘ ah, cute ’, she then moved behind me and went to one her the drawers looking for something. When she returned, she had a large rule in her hand and she used it to measure my throbbing pecker. She used one of her hands to push my dick against the ruler."4 in, not much is it ? Not like your father"As she disappointedly read out the measurement my cock gave a twitching against the ruler, a big drop of precum spat from my prick and landed on the rule where one of her fingers was marking where my dick ended."You seem to have got trivial dominance 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 swayer was now glistening,"Clean it"she said as she brought to my lip. I struck out my tongue and cleaned my precum from the rule and from the tip of her finger."Turn around and face the chair"as I did so I felt my mothers'hand on the top of my back encouraging me to bend over. My hands were now on the seat of the death chair as I stood there in pink pantie and bra, my straight leg encased in the white stockings. In front of my female parent. My dick was still poking out over the lacy band at the top of my panties, and was dripping freely.

"A new program line, at any time you need to stop you just say the Good Book ‘ umbrella ’, translate"

As I nodded, I felt the ruler come crashing down on my pantied behind with a slap. She waited to see if I would use the safe-word, to let her have it away that I had no use of it, I just pushed out my stern for more of the Saame. And then she delivered another 20 or so, unsatisfied that it wasn't having the desire outcome on me, she stopped only to pull out the panties completely down until the rested around my ankles. She then used the rule on my arse for what seemed to be at least half an minute, sometimes lots in nimble successiveness and others where she spaced them out but put her full force 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 have done the trick"when I looked at her confusedly, she simply looked at my dick which was now completely hobble."I have no need of your little erecting, 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 brass were burning and felt bruised and needing to rub them I began to stand up."arrest where you are"female parent said to me sternly. As I returned to my position, I could get wind her phone's camera snapping away, and I could envisage that my face turned as red as my arse as I realised that my Mother was taking picture not only of my larrup buttocks, 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 little hard dick returned. As she told me to endure up, she saw my footling trouble and sighed in disappointment,"Well I suppose you have done well today, maybe you deserve a lilliputian reward."She again sighed then had me stand directly in presence of her chairman where she was sitting."Go on then, you may wank. But don't expect this every week, this is a one-off."

I'm not sure what I was expecting, her to do it or maybe even wet-nurse me, but it wasn't this. I quickly grabbed it between my thumb and forefinger when she indicated that I should travel rapidly up or leave. As I stood in presence of my own mother in aphrodisiacal women's underwear, I actually started wanking my trivial hawkshaw as she watched. Her eyes never left it as my manus got nimble and speedy until my legs began to shake and sweat broke out on my forehead, her manus reached up and tweaked my nipples through the bra and I was out of control condition. My hips were thrusting all on their own until I reached that item of no return and with one final thrust, I came…. all over my female parent's blouse. She looked up at me questionly, as I was looking at her thorax that was covered in my cum. I hadn't cum that hard for geezerhood 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, panty and then the stockings. As I was finishing getting dressed into my own clothes, I heard her coming up the stair and into the bedroom. She had cleaned her blouse up the best she could, but you could still see the bar where my cum had been. She put her weapon around me until I understood that she wasn't disturbance, and then stood with her hands outstretched,"If you give me your sissy clothes, I will lave them for you ready for side by side week."

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