Bdsm Sex Stories

by Olga Menson

  "Oh fuck that feels so good baby, oh my god yes put your fingers in me oh fuck...I suppose I should hurry up and finish before I...finish. So you see me, really see me. I close the door gently and take the teddy off. I don't even like wearing clothes when its just the two of us now. I pull back the sheets, and you're nude and hard, and I'm so grateful for how much you love me. I straddle your cock as I feel your hands on my waist, exploring my breasts."

  "I love it, you know. I love your hands on me. I ride you then. It's not slowly as I would like. We both have needs, and we don't have a lot of time. I ride you fast, and you're close already. I realize then that while I want to cum, I want you to cum much more. I desperately want to please you, because you're my man. Like you want to please me now. Your grip grows tighter on my waist, and soon you're pushing me up and pulling me down in rhythm."

  "I guess I don't go fast enough because you suddenly grunt and roll me over on to my back. I don't complain, I gasp in astonishment. You put my legs up on your shoulders, and then enter me again. I use your hand to cover my mouth. Marcus, don't stop...please, keep hitting that spot. You're so deep when you enter a woman like that, baby. And I love it. And you're fucking me now, hard. Not rough, but really needfully. I understand what I want from you before you go to college then."

  "Are you sure you want to hear this baby? Well, I feel you driving deeply inside me, and I tell you what I want you to do. We've been careful before, at least a little bit. You've been pulling out or finishing in my mouth. Tonight I don't want that. I beg you to fill me with your cum, to bury yourself deep inside of me, and you just nod. God, you've got me so worked up, baby! We change positions so that I can wrap my legs around you and you're driving into me so hard there's an audible slapping noise. We should be more careful, but we're both so aroused. Then it happens. I cum, and you cum. I hold you in place, my legs locked around you. I feel you pumping stream after stream of your cum inside me. I feel it filling me, and I imagine it entering my waiting womb and spilling out around your cock. I feel sure that my son has just impregnated me."

  Melinda couldn't talk after that. Marcus was excited now, and he was giving his all, tongue and fingers rushing, and she was over the edge and falling now. A wave crashed over her, and for just a moment, she lost consciousness, hearing her own screams reverberate across the room.

  Melinda came to moments later, and Marcus was looking at her expectantly from between her legs, his face glistening with her lubrication. She smiled at him.

  "Good boy," she said, "very good boy. Come up here now."

  Marcus did, and they kissed again. Melinda tasted herself on his mouth, and it filled her with joy to feel that she had such a giving son. Then, wordlessly, they got under the sheets, wrapped them around each other, and slept.

  * *

  Melinda woke up first, and she recognized that the light from outside had changed to that of late afternoon. Time didn't seem to exist here. She loved the beach, and typically she would have woken her son up to go for a walk, but on this day only the room existed. Only her and her son. Only her and her lover.

  Melinda blushed to think of it, not as a woman with over four decades of life and sex behind her, but like a former virgin waking on the day after her wedding. She felt guilt and shame but not as severely as she would have thought. Mostly, she felt satisfaction as she watched Marcus sleep and possessiveness that she was unfamiliar with.

  She allowed her son to rest and read the guide in the dim light. Melinda was excited now and eager to keep going. If she could, she wanted to reach that last step that day. She didn't know what the intervening exercises would be, but she knew that the last one would be full, unprotected sex with her own son. She felt a tingle in her wrist as if it were encouraging such thoughts.

  The idea of Marcus emptying himself inside her excited her almost beyond the capacity for thought. This morning she was terrified that she'd done the right thing, then panicked when she'd found out the incestuous nature of the Resort. Now she wanted nothing more than to fuck her son. She shook her head and read on.

  Number 4: Now that your son has truly pleasured you for the first time, he will be feeling proud and confident. We will encourage this but not allow confidence to progress to arrogance. Your son will likely have completed his refractory period, and you can assist in this process using your mouth and tongue.

  Good lord, Melinda thought, as she wondered if the author had ever actually read any erotica. She seemed so clinical.

  Do not ask your son if he is comfortable with what has happened or if he has any second thoughts. You are too early in the process, and the new connections that you are creating are too fragile. Asking a young man to question the events may panic him. Instead, simply reassure him with maternal touch and gentle words. As you do so, move to his cock and lick him once from the base to the tip of the head. Take his testicles gently in your left hand and the shaft of his cock in your right. You now quite literally hold his manhood. He will be looking to you, wondering what you will do, possibly even thrusting his hips, but do not respond. Simply wait.

  Melinda wondered why this was all so specific, but she wasn't going to start questioning the guide now. Not after they had come so far.

  Before you proceed, he must ask you. The wording isn't important, nor is tone. He must ask you to suck his cock, and you must comply. If you have certain specific tendencies, your son may instead seize your head or hair and force your mouth onto his cock. Do not resist. He has subconsciously understood your own needs, and this is his way of asking. By opening your mouth and allowing him deep access, you are showing the kind of love he needs. If he cries or pleads in an almost juvenile fashion, you likely have dominant tendencies. Be firm in your attentions. Continue until completion, then break for the day. Do not read ahead. You may tell your son to read pages one and two of his own guide, but no further. If you wish to repeat previous steps or engage in manual or oral activity, please feel free. Under no circumstances should engage in full sexual congress, it will ruin whatever progress you have made.

  Melinda again felt fear, but this time of responsibility. If the guide was this specific, then it was for a reason. When she looked at Marcus, she felt a mix of adoration and desire. She felt her own body respond to his proximity. She would obey to the very letter. She wanted this closeness to continue and intensify, and she no longer cared about any consequences.

  Melinda propped herself up and looked down at her dozing son. With a mischievous smile, she decided that Marcus had slept long enough. She moved slowly, taking in his naked, vulnerable beauty. He really was the most handsome man that she'd ever seen.

  Impulsively, but slowly, carefully, she kissed his cock, tasting his seed on it. His scent was intoxicating to her, and she was aroused and sensitive almost immediately. He stirred as she gently licked the head. Then he woke up. She waited, smiling.

  Marcus couldn't believe his eyes. All of his fantasies were coming true. No, better than his fantasies. He didn't have to convince his mother of anything. She loved him and wanted him. As he watched, she licked him from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. He groaned, then felt her hands on him again. One on his shaft, the other on his balls. She smiled at him, eyes full of playful teasing.

  "Oh god, mom," Marcus moaned, but she didn't move. His cock ached for her touch again. It was like he hadn't cum at all earlier. He needed her badly. He put his hand on her hair, gently. He pulled her towards his cock, but he did it gently and without force. Then he stopped and looked at her, pleadingly.

  Melinda was stunned by her son's awareness of her needs. Insistence was okay for her, even good, but she needed tenderness, and too much forcefulness could make her panic a little. Men had scared her before. Marcus took a deep breath.

  "Mom, will you please...will you please suck my cock?"

  Melinda opened her mouth and sucked him almost to the root virtually before he could react. She took him deep, into her throat. She gagged a little, but less than a lot of women
would have. The truth was that his father had demanded blowjobs early in their relationship. She'd been happy to give them. Giving to her partner was something that she loved. But he had been forceful. Hurtful, even. That was bad enough, but he wouldn't stop, even if she was choking or begging. He simply didn't care about her needs at all.

  Marcus would never be like that, she realized, and it made her want him more. She fondled his testicles with one hand and stroked his shaft lovingly with the other. She licked him and sucked and kissed the head. When he moaned, she rewarded him with more of the same. She was experienced at this, and she hoped her son wouldn't judge her for it.

  "Mom, I love you...oh god, I love you so much..."

  Melinda was almost shocked to hear her usually reserved son be so openly affectionate. He was caressing her hair now, but still not forcing her. He was hers, and he loved her, and he would never force her to do anything that she didn't want. Her own arousal grew, and she was not surprised. Had the guide not said otherwise, she would have pushed Marcus on to his back and ridden him right then. There was a feeling beginning, a desperate need to possess him, to mate with him, to ensure that no others did so before she had a chance. She felt rewarded by the taste of precum.

  "Mom... I'm close ...I...I'm gonna cum..."

  Melinda knew why he said it, although his father never bothered, preferring to hear her choke and cry. She wanted it, though, she wanted him to cum and fill her mouth, and he had made sure she was ready for it. She sped up her hand and moved up and down faster and faster, applying more pressure with her tongue to the underside of his head. Marcus cried out.

  There were no words then, just Marcus' moans and grunts, sounds that now made Melinda as wet as any fantasy ever could, and her son's thick cum filling her mouth. There was so much of it, and all for her. She was gratified by knowing the effect that she had on him, but also, to her surprise, she found the taste better now. Not just better, delicious. Was this an effect of the exercises? If so, she was pleased. She would swallow anything her son gave her, without question. She sucked and licked and drained and gulped greedily until she felt her sons cock twitching in her mouth. There was nothing left. She let him out as he began to soften.

  Melinda looked up at her son and smiled. It was a sensual smile, only for true lovers, and the look that Marcus gave her in reply was so tender, and appreciative, that she felt tears forming. She didn't want to ruin the moment by crying. In her experience, men hated to see it. But her son, her loving, wonderful son, moved down and lay beside her and kissed her tears away. Then they made out like a couple of teenagers in desperate love.

  It was a pretty good way to spend an afternoon.

  * * *

  Fine Dining

  * * *

  They were laying in each other's arms, enjoying the afterglow when the phone in the room rang. Melinda reached over and picked it up. She'd just been thinking about room service, which made her wonder if the Resort somehow knew that she had been hungry. At this point, it seemed nothing was beyond the staff here. Instead, she was treated by a familiar female voice. Although she'd only met Angela that morning, she found herself smiling. Melinda knew that, somehow, they'd already become friends.

  "Hey! William and I were just thinking about getting some dinner. Would you guys like to join us? If you aren't too busy with exercises..."

  Melinda laughed.

  "Well, um. We've been very busy here, and I think we're both pretty hungry."

  Marcus nodded eagerly. He'd always had a bottomless appetite.

  "Great? I was worried he'd already filled you up too much. God, listen to me, I'm such a bad girl. I just remember how great our first afternoon was and how wonderful I felt. I found my mouth was getting pretty tired, though."

  "I think I'm going to feel the same way. Meet you in the lobby?"

  "Sure thing. We'll be there in a half-hour. Gotta have enough time to clean up, don't we? Don't worry about anything formal, though. Just dress casual."

  "Got it. See you then."

  Melinda hung up.

  "So we're going to dinner?" Marcus asked.

  "Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, I agreed without even asking you. That's not fair."

  "No, it's great. I'm starving. So, um..."

  "Yes?"

  "You told me a little while ago that was the last of the exercises for today, does that mean we can't do anything for the rest of the night?"

  Melinda found the apparent desire on her nude son's face to be adorable. She couldn't tell him that if it were up to her, he'd have cum inside his mother already. Instead, she rolled over and straddled him, careful to keep a sheet between their lower halves. Temptation and teasing was one thing, but it would be all too easy to slip.

  "We can't go all the way yet, Marcus. It's too early for that. But if you're feeling up to it later, we can do other stuff. I mean, you've taken excellent care of me, and I'd love to taste you again."

  "Wow."

  Melinda giggled at her son's expression.

  "Yeah, all right, but we should shower. Um, separately, for now."

  "You don't trust me, mom?"

  "Oh, you, I trust. I don't trust what I'd do to you if I started washing you down."

  Melinda kissed her son gently on the lips, then stood and swayed over to the bathroom, confident that her son's eyes were glued to her ass. Had she ever felt this confident or loved? She didn't think so.

  Melinda showered and dressed in a medium-length blue floral sarong and a black tank top. She had more daring tops and even considered wearing a bikini for Marcus, but she decided to save it for later. This was a good time with friends, and she wanted something special to wear when they finally made love. She applied makeup, covering the lines of age and the small defects on her face which she was customarily appalled by. She was skilled and quick, but she also felt that she didn't need to do so. Not here, anyway. Even surrounded by others, and being in public, she did not feel the same kind of pressure to impress. She wanted to look her best for Marcus, though. She added a little extra shadow to her eyes, just for him.

  When Melinda was done, she was pleased to find he was dressed too. She gasped a little bit. He looked good in jeans, but she knew that. She wasn't anticipating the dress shirt and the blazer he wore over it. He looked every bit the confident, handsome young man ready to show his date a good time, and then hopefully get lucky later. She smiled at the memory of similar dates she had gone on as a freshman in college. Part of her wished that he could have seen her then when she was fresh and youthful. Another part was glad that he wasn't aware of how immature she had been as a young adult.

  Melinda stood up, kissed him, stepped into some comfortable shoes (she had spike heels, but those were for later), and they rode the glass elevator down.

  This time they were far less tense and could take in the beauty of the Resort. The building was large, and the atrium that the lobby resided in was at least seven stories high, primarily made of glass. The twilight sun that lit most of it was gorgeous, and it perfectly matched the Caribbean decor and plants. She spotted Angela and William right away among the people milling about. William wore shorts and a muscle shirt, and he looked good in them. Angela wore an extremely short skirt and a bikini top. Melinda had a moment's insecurity when she compared herself to her new friend, but Marcus' hand on her back reassured her more than any words could.

  He might appreciate how sexy Angela was, just as she might look at William and find him attractive, but neither wanted anyone but each other. She turned and kissed Marcus full on the mouth, letting their tongues dance before the elevator stopped.

  "You look a lot more relaxed," William said wryly, shaking Marcus' hand like an old friend.

  "Yeah, we had a good day. Thanks for the show, by the way."

  "Oh my god, William," Angela exclaimed, "You told them our room number?"

  "Whatever, mom," William replied, laughing, "You know you love it when people watch us."

  "I know but... I'm sorry, you guys, that
probably was a lot to take in."

  Melinda just smiled and blushed a little. She wasn't going to complain. Marcus, however, spoke up.

  "It was really, really hot. And, um, it helped us to loosen up a little."

  Marcus put his arm around Melinda's waist then, and she felt a shift in the balance between them. At first, she was afraid of it, but then she realized it was something else. As he had accepted her care and protection, it was her turn. Marcus was her man now. Melinda realized with some embarrassment that, yet again, her son had made her wet.

  Angela laughed, but it was a joyful thing. She slipped easily into her son's arms.

  "I'm so happy! I'm not shy. I never have been. Sometimes I think the way that I dress drives William insane, but ...he's the only one I want. I love the idea of people watching me, though, especially when I'm making love to this amazing man in my life."

  "You know that I love how you dress, mom. We might have argued about it at first, but I was just insecure. I know better now. Come on," William said, "I'm starved, and you guys have to be too. What do you feel like?"

  "Seafood?" Melinda suggested.

  "Perfect. We know just the place. It's kind of a walk, but there's a path outside. It's all part of the Resort but its spread out just right, you'll see."