Jonathan was becoming a dominant young man. He had it in him since he was much like his father, now deceased. However, apparently, I brought it out, and it was more than I could handle from such a young, immature teen.
Being dominant is not about being brutal or humiliating; I think it’s more of an art form. Striking the right balance of control yet allowing the other person, in this case, me, to achieve sexual satisfaction is the key. Jonathan was learning and dealing with his new powers. Yet, in the hands of an immature youth, these powers can be a dangerous thing.
I wonder how my husband learned the art of dominance. He knew how to use me, achieving his pleasure while still allowing me to be sexually satisfied. Mark was a genuinely nice guy; he was fun to be around and treated me with respect. Yet in the bedroom, I knew my place, and that was to give him the pleasures he deserved. I was his when he needed sex as a release from his stress or when he simply wanted sex. He would take me wherever and whenever he desired. He once took me at a friend’s house during a party.
Mark was a good provider. We lived in a large home with all the trappings of an upper-middle-class lifestyle. Why would I not give him pleasure when he needed or required it?
Yet young Jonathan didn’t yet learn the nuances of domination. I taught him tactical things: how to touch and feel my breasts, and how to ensure I was ready (wet) for intercourse. I even taught him oral techniques, which he picked up quickly and added to his sexual toolbox. He had amassed all the tools he would need to please a woman, coupled with the dominance to take his pleasure when he needed or required it. However, he didn’t yet learn discretion.
Jonathan knew that when he wanted his mother, sexually, he could easily take her. After a date that did not go as he wanted, his mother was there to relieve his sexual tensions. If football practice was hard, he knew his mother would relax his sore body with a blow job. He would come home, and it didn’t matter what I was doing, he would undress me or bring me to my knees and mother would make it all better. Doesn’t every mother want to help their son?
One day stood apart, the day he had two friends over to swim in our pool. That was not unusual, we had a large pool and I enjoyed entertaining. Yet what happened that afternoon was not something I expected or anticipated.
His two friends, Mike and Ray, were on the football team with Jonathan. Strong boys, both good-looking jocks. They both had attractive girlfriends, as did Jonathan. They splashed around the pool, wrestling and acting like young bulls. When they thought I couldn’t hear them, they would talk about girls. Crude talk that you would expect from teenage boys.
When his friends were over, I never harbored any “cougar” thoughts. I was a mom in the neighborhood, except I fucked and sucked my son, which I would never do with a teenage boy. Or so I thought. That day, I wore a sundress, with a bra and panties. The dress was not even translucent. It was a boring dress, perfect for entertaining young men. I was putting pizza on the table outside the pool with sodas.
Jonathan came out of the pool, first. The other two were still splashing each other. Jonathan slipped behind me and then came back towards me and held my arms. Not hard, but enough pressure to make it difficult to wiggle free.
I was concerned and said in a low voice, “Jonathan, what are you doing?”
His friends stopped splashing each other and were surprised by Jonathan’s behavior. Yet, they waited for his next move with curiosity.
I continue, in a stronger but still quiet tone, “Jonathan! Are you sure you know what you are doing?”
He didn’t reply, he began to pull off my sundress. His friends were staring at me and at Jonathan. I should have stopped him right then, yet I did not. That was the dominance my son had over me. I was frozen in place; my bra and panties were removed and tossed near the pool. I stood naked in front of these young men.
He said proudly, “Come on out guys, my mom sucks great cock.”
He placed one hand over my vagina, fingers reaching deep inside. The other hand was squeezing my breast. I felt wet and my nipples felt hard. Was I turned on? Apparently, I was!
This was insane, my son was in full control of my body. I did not consider the repercussions, everything was happening too fast. I was pressed to my knees as the boys came out of the pool. Mike was the first to slip off his swim trunks. His cock large and erect, he took up my son’s offer. Jonathan pushed my head slightly and Mike’s hard cock entered my mouth.
My mind shut down, I was acting and sucking on instinct.
Soon Ray had his cock in my face, equally hard and anxious. I alternated between the two cocks. Licking, sucking, and soon tasting precum. Ray came fast and hard, and I swallowed as much as I could. Mike was ready to explode, so slipped Ray’s cock out of my mouth, taking his last spurt of young cum on my face. Mike was coming the moment he re-entered my mouth.
They had no holding power, or stamina, which comes with practice. They both came hard and fast, and I found I enjoyed swallowing their thick cum.
Jonathan was watching all this at the table eating his pizza. He was clearly amused at his slut mom and his own powers.
I was out of control, this was insane, I thought. I now wanted the boys to fuck me. I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Since my husband tragically died three years ago, I have only felt the pleasure of intercourse with my son. I was not yet dating. Sex with my son finally told me I was ready to meet men, to allow myself to fall in love or at least experience good sex. I did not think that meant with Jonathan’s friends.
Jonathan, still at the table, suggested I take his friends into my bed. He was clearly enjoying his power as he directed me to serve his friends. My head told me to stop, that this was too much, but with Jonathan’s insistence, I took Ray’s hand and led him inside.
I positioned Ray on his back like I did the first time with my son. I licked and stroked his cock until he was hard and ready. I manipulated my vagina and then lowered my wet anxious pussy over his cock and allowed him to enter me deeply. Ray’s look was one of astonishment, I realized he was a virgin. I did all the work, as he moaned and lay motionless on the bed. Just before he came, he started to thrust his hips. His cock began to slam against my cervix. I orgasmed hard and he came inside me. A few more thrusts and I slid off him and licked and cleaned his semi-hard cock.
Ray looked astonished that he had just fucked his friend’s mom. There was silence and he uttered, “Thank you Mrs. XYX.”
I replied, “You’re welcome, Ray. Send Mike in, and you can’t tell a soul what we just did, understand?”
Ray nodded and ran off to get Mike, still naked.
With Mike, he seemed more confident, perhaps he was not a virgin, yet he clearly never fucked a real woman, no less his friend’s mom. His cock was thicker, and I orgasmed harder with Mike inside. He thrust his hips more than Ray and seemed less amazed at fucking his friend’s mom.
I told Mike the same thing as Ray, “You must never tell anyone what we did, do you understand?”
He nodded, and I added, “Now cool off in the pool, and eat your pizza.”
I begin to regret what I had just done. The shame and trouble I could be in if this was revealed. I couldn’t face the boys for the rest of the day. It was very quiet on the pool deck. Then there was laughter and soon after splashing in the pool.
Mike and Ray would come around wanting to be sucked or get in bed with me. Sometimes together, sometimes apart. They promised this was our secret, and I would let them have me time and again.
Always with Jonathan watching on.
