Bdsm Sex Stories

by Olga Menson

  Melinda sighed as the memory passed, then sat on the closed toilet and flipped through the guide again. Angela had told her not to worry too much about the whole thing, and to just take it one step at a time. There was text, but also images. The images were almost hilariously mundane, like those from an airplane safety card, but what they showed…

  Melinda forced herself to focus on the first page.

  Remember that all exercises and games are designed with precise requirements in mind. Some deviation is expected, but for optimum results, obey all instructions to the best of your ability. Note that this guide uses common terms for sexual anatomy to be more approachable.

  Number 1: Sit next to your son on your bed. Encourage physical contact. This can be as simple as one of you placing an arm around the other or hand-holding. Ideally, at one point, you should encourage your son to rest his head in your lap. At this stage, discussion is fine but not required. Please feel free to enjoy a movie or other entertainment program. If other rooms are broadcasting, take advantage of the situation. Seeing others enjoy themselves will better help you to relax and slip into a newer, stronger relationship.

  The image showed a mother and her adult son, sitting side by side, her arm around him protectively. All right, she thought, she could do that. She moved to the second exercise on the page, and that really got her heart racing.

  Number 2: Initiate first sexual contact. Remember that this is a process. You may skip ahead, especially if you have done this before, but if this is your first time, its best to restrict yourself and allow escalation to proceed normally. Do not worry if you or he are unable to perform this task yet. If it doesn't work in your room, take a walk down to the beach and find an isolated spot, or go down to our day spa. Whatever your comfort level is, engage there and don't be afraid to try again if either of you isn't ready yet.

  The first sexual contact should emphasize your role as caregiver. You may feel that this runs opposite to being your son's lover. This is incorrect. Sating his desires will make him see you as someone that he can trust and rely on. You will share something both beautiful and secret, and it will bring you both together.

  Proceed directly to this step from exercise one if you are able. Begin with light touching and caressing. Do not touch his erogenous zones yet. Instead, run your fingers through his hair. Gently rub his chest or back. Caress his arms and legs but rest the urge to make fully sexual contact yet. He will let you know when he is ready with either a look, request, or sound.

  When he does so, touch his cock from outside of his clothes. Ask him if he is comfortable with this contact. If he is, ask him if he would like to touch you. Tell him that he is attractive and that you very much would like him to. Be a little bit forward but don't push. If he's not ready, he will tell you. At this point, let him touch you and explore your body, to a degree. Anything you are comfortable with is fine, except your pussy. Let him see it if you want to but restrict him. If he asks why tell him that you are eager to please him first. This is critical to re-establishing your caregiver role.

  When he's ready, ask him to strip. He may balk at this, but remind him that you find him very handsome and encourage him gently. As he does so, remove your top only, including your bra. Keep your pussy covered. He may want to touch you but tell him that this is for him, although you very much want to do it.

  When he is completely naked, have him lay on his back with his head in your lap. Play with his hair and relax. He's your son. For this event at least, you belong to each other and no one else. Ask him if he would like to play with your breasts. Walk him through what you enjoy, and then ask him to suck on them as he did when he was younger. He will.

  While he does so, you may feel pleasure. If you do, let him know either by telling him directly or allowing yourself to moan. Encourage him to do the same as you pleasure him. In this case, take his cock in your hand and gently stroke it. You may use lotion or other lubricants. Encourage him to suck and play with your breasts as you stroke him to completion. When he is done, consume some of his sperm as he watches. This completes the second exercise.

  Melinda sat and stared at the words and the accompanying pictures. They were so plain and clinical, but what they described was anything but. She was deeply excited by them, but would Marcus accept it? Maybe this was too much after all.

  * *

  Marcus frowned. His mother was a terrible liar. She didn't need to "freshen up," she was gorgeous and looked perfect in her sundress. She was panicked but didn't want to show it. She always had to be in control, to be strong. Why couldn't she see that he was strong too? Maybe if she confided in him more, then she would see him as more than just a son.

  No. It was best not to entertain such thoughts. If Marcus let his mind go too far down that road, he might be unable to control himself in the wrong situation, and that would be awful.

  It was then that Marcus noticed that there was only one bed in the room. He sighed deeply. Whatever else it was, the Resort was committed to bringing mothers and sons closer together. The room wasn't large, but it was beautiful. There was a balcony which overlooked the beach and what looked like another, smaller island a few kilometers off the shore. A huge flatscreen TV was set into the wall, and he could see speakers for a sound system discretely built into the corners of the room.

  Marcus laid the bags out neatly, then relaxed back on the bed. Bored, he picked up the remote and turned the television on. There were only a few channels, movies, mostly romantic, some action. A lot of old tv shows. It would seem that the presenter didn't lie. There wasn't anything like real internet or cable here. Of course, if she'd been telling the truth about that...

  Marcus looked at the remote and saw a large green button labeled "room feeds." Next to it was a red one that said "broadcast room." He hit the green button impulsively before he lost his nerve.

  Now the display changed from a relatively dull channel guide to an interactive series of small windows. Each one contained a feed, with a room number above it. The feed smoothly tracked and moved to best capture the occupants, and Marcus realized that there must be several hidden cameras with fairly advanced tracking technology in all of the suites.

  Marcus didn't select one at first. He just began to scroll through them. There weren't a huge number. There were probably a thousand rooms at this Resort, including the bungalows outside, and there were maybe only forty or fifty broadcasting.

  One was pretty conventional, showing a woman and her son playing some kind of card game together on the bed. They looked like they were having fun, though. He flipped through a few.

  Oh. That one had an older redhead making out with what must be her adult son. Marcus didn't really find either of them attractive, but the idea was intoxicating. They were still wearing their clothes and weren't doing any more than making out, but there was a visible flame of desire.

  He went on. Finally, something a bit lewder was displayed. A woman, maybe his mother's age, a bit overweight, was nude and sitting on a bed much like his. Her son sat beside her, also wearing no clothes. He had a rapt expression on his face, and Marcus realized it was because his mother was stroking his rather large cock as she spoke to him. They looked a little awkward and unsure, which made Marcus sure that it was real. This was a couple like him and his mother, new to the whole idea. They were doing the "exercise" that the presenter had recommended. Suddenly and with little warning, the young man on the screen began to cum. It shocked his mother, too, and she caught a bit of it in her face, but she took it with good humor. That was pretty good, but he really only caught the ending.

  He flipped through a few more channels. One feed had familiar figures on it and was labeled with a room number that he recognized. 302. He selected it.

  There was Angela. God, she was beautiful. He wouldn't pick her over his own mother, but she was sexy, and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. She was slender and toned, if not muscled, and her breasts looked lovely. On the screen, William lay back on the bed, enjoying the
show his mother was putting on.

  Marcus realized that he couldn't hear what was going on, and he saw that the mute button was selected. He hit it again to turn it off. Sudden surround sound filled his room. It was like he was right there, with them. He was already hard, but now he knew that he must be dripping. He'd need to jack off, and soon, or else he'd stain his pants.

  As he watched, Angela began to speak in a playful and teasing tone.

  "Oh, no, no, no. How did I go so wrong with you? You used to be so polite to me. Such a gentleman. Now...you just make demands of me."

  "Oh, come on, mom. You can play the sweet and proper Italian mama at home, but here we both know you're my slut."

  Marcus's breath caught. He couldn't imagine saying something like that to his own mother, and he suddenly felt bad for Angela. But then he noticed her smile deepen, and with the excellent sound system, he could even hear her breath speed up a little. This was...a game for them? Foreplay?

  "You know, talking to me like that won't get your cock wet any faster, young man," Angela spoke as if scolding a small child for stealing a sweet rather than her own son calling her a slut.

  "Oh sure, as if you could ever tell me what to do. You know what? You do whatever you want. I'm going to go find someone younger to fuck."

  Marcus actually gasped at this. Surely that was too far. The TV was ultra HD, and he could make out Angela's face clearly. She was angry now, not just playful. She stepped forward and slapped her son across the face. Hard. Marcus flinched in sympathy.

  William moaned. He actually moaned. He mumbled something under his breath, suddenly much more submissive. Had he been provoking her?

  "Oh, I can't hear you, little man. Did you have something that you wanted to say to your mommy?"

  "I'm sorry, mama. I'll be good for you."

  William's voice was much smaller, but Marcus finally understood, watching the two of them. This was a dance that they'd played many times before. Maybe they'd made love in other ways, but this was the core of their sexual union. William needed his mother to dominate him, and she needed to take charge. It was easy for Marcus to see two layers to the scene on the television: one was of a very sensual game, but the other was the give and take of experienced lovers. This wasn't like any porn that he'd ever seen before. This was...something much deeper.

  As Marcus watched, Angela pushed her son back onto the bed. He gave no resistance. Then she smiled at him, her face full of love, and took his entire cock into her mouth and throat in one movement. Both William and Marcus moaned then in sync. It was mesmerizing.

  It was so mesmerizing, in fact, that Marcus had failed to notice the bathroom door opening and his mother stopping dead in her tracks.

  Melinda watched the tv in shock. Should she turn it off? She looked over at Marcus and saw that he was enraptured by what he saw. Again she felt the stab of jealousy and the sick feeling that followed it. Marcus finally noticed her presence and blushed, then lowered his eyes in shame.

  Melinda felt her feelings change rapidly again. Weren't they adults on the screen? Weren't they willingly performing? And so many others were doing the same thing here, at this very moment. Even if it was taboo, it wasn't illegal here. So what if Marcus enjoyed watching two attractive people who loved one another? She did too if she were honest. And here she was, making her son feel ashamed on vacation, further driving a wedge between them.

  No. She wouldn't allow it. She'd make this work, and encourage him to have fun, even if she couldn't.

  And, a little voice in the back of her mind said, maybe we could try some of these things too. After all, if this place had worked for both Natalie and Angela...

  "Do you want to watch this together? I mean, if you're bothered by it or if you want to watch it alone, I understand. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, but... we're already here, and, well, I did want to spend more time with you."

  Marcus' expression could best be described as comical shock, and Melinda involuntarily giggled. Marcus laughed too, and she could see her son visibly relax.

  "Um, if you're sure you don't mind, I really do want to watch it. It's really...uh, hot to me? I'd like you to stay with me, though. If you enjoy it. I don't want you to stay through something that you'd rather not see. If you don't want to watch it, we can go to the beach or do something else..."

  As her son trailed off, Melinda realized that he had, unintentionally, trapped her with his own virtue. If she wanted her son to enjoy this, she had to admit that she wanted to see this too. Although she was embarrassed, she was touched by her son's attentiveness. And he did wish to spend time with her. That much was clear.

  Melinda, at that moment, fully admitted to herself that she would do anything to rebuild her relationship with Marcus. Anything.

  And, as Angela had brazenly stated earlier, Marcus found his mother very attractive. Melinda bit her lip and squirmed involuntarily, suddenly grateful that her son was too inexperienced to understand the genuine struggle that she was fighting.

  Love was telling her to do many different things. Part of her was afraid of hurting her son through sex and lust. Part of her was still fearful that he would reject her. The last part was telling her to join her son on the bed and bond with him in ways that she had never previously imagined.

  Fuck it, Melinda thought. I'm overcomplicating things. She smiled and touched the side of her son's face, the way he used to when he did something endearing.

  "Scoot over. I'm sitting next to you, and we're going to watch this and talk about it like adults," Melinda said, stunned by the confidence she heard in her own voice, "and, um, if you want, maybe later, we can try some of the exercises? "

  * *

  Melinda was hesitant at first, but she sat by her son on the bed, and reached out and held his hand. Despite his being an adult, it felt like the most natural thing in the world. Together, they watched what unfolded on the screen.

  While Melinda and Marcus had their brief conversation, things had heated up between Angela and William. She'd stopped blowing him, worried that he might cum too fast, and was straddling him now, sliding down his rather considerable cock. At last, with a little shimmy of her hips and jiggle of her breasts, she'd taken all of him.

  Melinda moaned in concert with Angela. It wasn't fake or a show. Marcus was right next to her. Marcus, her son. Her handsome, virile son, who's bulging pants were impossible to ignore. His palm had become sweaty in hers, and she'd noticed that he was sitting more rigid now.

  "Hey, sweetie," Melinda said with love, her voice husky with repressed need, "you're really tense. I meant what I said. I love you and want to watch this with you. Would you feel better if you laid your head in my lap? That way you can watch and I can...touch you a little bit."

  Marcus didn't answer, but lay his head on his mother's lap, facing the television. He shuddered slightly as her hand began to stroke his arm, but then he relaxed. He trusted and loved his mother, Melinda realized. He wasn't that far removed from her at all.

  As Angela moved up and down and rolled her hips on her son's cock, Melinda stroked Marcus' chest. She could hear his breath speed up, and she wondered if he wanted to touch himself. Melinda wouldn't allow it. Not right now.

  That was her right. Her duty.

  Angela was speeding up now, almost desperate in her arousal. William was playing with her breasts, squeezing them. As they approached climax together, Melinda passed the point of no return. She moved her hand down to the bulging crotch of her son's pants and ran her palm over it. Got, he was so hard, and she realized it wasn't just for what was happening on the screen. She then unbuttoned her son's belt and fly, but went no further.

  "Honey," Melinda said, her voice quivering, "would you like it if mommy made you feel good?"

  Melinda didn't even bother mentioning it was for the exercise in the guide. It was the most natural thing in the world, she thought, to want to please your son.

  Marcus nodded, unable to reply. His breath was quick now.

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p; Angela cried out, and William groaned on the screen. They had climaxed together. It was among the most erotic things either Melinda or Marcus had ever seen. As Angela rose from her son's cock, a tremendous amount of semen flowed out. God, they weren't even using a condom.

  That could be us, Melinda thought and decided at once that it would be soon. But not yet. It wouldn't do to scare Marcus off.

  "Stand up and take your clothes off," Melinda instructed gently.

  Marcus stood and looked down at his mother, pensively.

  "You're the most handsome young man in the world, Marcus," Melinda said honestly, "and right now mommy wants to see all of you. Would you do that for me?"

  Marcus nodded, all doubt gone from his mind. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing his firm chest and stomach. He was not in perfect shape, but he was handsome and fit. Then he unzipped his fly and removed his pants and boxers, stepping out of them. He briefly covered his erect cock, embarrassed, but seeing his mother's hungry expression, stopped and let it stand free.

  "Oh god," Melinda said, honestly, "you've got such a beautiful cock. Do you know that? It's nice and thick and dripping and ready. Are you that turned on for mommy?"

  Marcus nodded.

  "Good," Melinda said, getting into the spirit, "We're going to do something that we used to do when you were tiny, just a bit differently."

  Then, slowly, not because she was hesitating but because she knew what men liked, Melinda pushed the straps of her sundress off of her shoulders and let it drop to her waist. Her large, full breasts hung freely and sagged a bit. She would ordinarily have been very self-conscious of her appearance and afraid of rejection. She felt completely at ease with her son, however, and knew that he would be an attentive and kind lover.