Free-Use Mother Submits To Son

Author Notes: As usual it is important to view this as a work of fiction and fantasy. This is a subsequent chapter to the story: Family Love: An Orgy Story, but can be read on its own.

The undersides of her full sagging breasts peaked out from beneath the crop top her son had put out for her to wear. They were just enough to cover her erect nipples but not enough to cover the soft curve of her underboob, hanging just a few inches above her belly button and the soft curves of her mature middle.

This was now her life. Their routine. She had never considered herself a submissive woman and in fact had left her husband as soon as she found out about his affair. She was also an independent-minded leader at work - in fact she had become even more so since her arrangement with her son. But now she had willingly given in to the notion that she belonged to him. She existed to please him and through that she found her freedom. He would leave clothes out for her in the morning that she was to wear for him upon his return home. And then he would spend himself inside of her later that day, marking her as his each and every day.

The things he would say to her during their lovemaking were things only said in a relationship so deep, so intimate that there were no boundaries left between them.

"Take my seed deep in your pussy, mother!"

"Do you feel my thick length inside of you? Tell me you need this thick meat inside of you right now!"

"Keep those legs spread for your son! Give me that hole. Give me that slutty mother-hole!"

His words only served to heighten her arousal as she was urged to give herself completely to him. The surrender was real and full. When he impaled her with his sizable manhood she felt completely under his control. The combination of the incestuous nature of the act along with the nature of her submission lit something inside of her she never knew she was missing. She responded to his words with urging of her own:

"You're so in control right now. I'll do anything you want. I'll give anything to please you."

"Use me. Use my holes to get your release! Do it for mommy!"

"Fuck mommy's pussy! Fuck that whore pussy. Make yourself feel good baby. Get it. Get it!"

And so their routine developed with him laying out clothes that clearly communicated her surrender to him. But today was going to be different.

Usually he would simply come home and have his way with her. But today next to the clothes he left a note indicating that they would be going shopping before she gave him her sex. The implication was clear. This was another step in her journey to submission. She would be going out with him in clothes that pleased him and let others know that she was his. She also wondered whether the note implied that he would take her while they were out in public, since she knew that he would be aroused and would need his release.

Would she give it up to him in public? Would she risk the humiliation?

The tingle in her pussy gave her her answer. It seemed there was no end to what she would do for her son. Henry was his name. The name she yelled out each night when they made love. Her son.

Henry had lain with each of the women in the family in a weeks-long period when they each discovered their openness to and love for family sex. That had been weeks ago and since then his sister and grandmother had left to their respective cities leaving the 29-year-old Henry with his 50-year-old mother, Jenna. Although Jenna had enjoyed the rambunctious group sex they had experienced, she was glad to have some one-on-one time with him. They seemed to be experimenting with how far they could take their power dynamic, how far they could deepen the intimacy between them. She felt 100% safe. And she also felt 100% exposed to him. And now, he was going to deepen that submission and pleasure further.

She did her best to tuck her large melons under the crop top, knowing that with even a small amount of swaying they would pop out. She put on a short skirt he had left out that flared out framing her sizable, mature-looking ass. It too threatened to reveal her thong-clad ass-cheeks with just a wisp of wind. Both the top and bottom were made of white stretch cotton and matched the white thong underneath. The tops of the thong stuck out from the waistline of her skirt, laying on her ample hips. She was a mother after all and her hips said so. The outfit said something entirely different.

She completed the outfit with a pair of heels that tightened the look of her fleshy thighs and calf muscles. Jenna, blond hair framing her pretty face with age-appropriate wrinkles around her eyes, was ready to go out with her son. She knew she could trust him, but still the uncertainty lingered. Could she do what he wanted? Could she expose herself? Could she give in even further?

The Mall

Henry walked over to the passenger side of the car and opened the door for his mother. As she moved her right leg to step out of the vehicle with her hand in his he caught a quick glimpse of the thin patch of thong attempting to hide her shaven twat. He was already stimulated by her beauty and the notion of what they were going to do, but this little glimpse lit something inside of him.

He kissed her hand as she rose up out of the car and then pulled her to him and kissed her full on the lips, pressing his body into her and pushing her into the side of the car. They had avoided this kind of public display in the past for fear of being seen, but now the rules had changed.

Jenna's body answered right away despite the fear of being found out. She pulled him into her and opened her mouth for him willingly. Her thick soft body a cushion for his hard, young body. It was easy for her to feel the bulge between his legs pressing against her soft exposed belly.

"We are taking our next step mom," Henry said to her in between soft kisses. "We are here because we need to get you some more outfits that help you be a good free-use mother to me." He stroked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. "And we are here to help you learn how to satisfy me and yourself in public. Are you ready for that?" He kissed her deeply.

Her knees felt weak. If it had not been for the car and his body she would have needed to sit or lie down. The pleasure coursing through her was commensurate with the feeling of complete control he exhibited over her. She nodded obediently.

"I trust you Henry. If this is what you need then I'm going to try my best," she replied breathlessly.

They walked into the mall after Jenna repositioned her breasts which had fallen out of the crop top. She put her arm in Henry's and marched to their new adventure. Being exposed this way bordered on humiliation for Jenna. But it was not the non-consensual type of humiliation. This was a feeling that bordered the pain-pleasure barrier. This was a feeling of being exposed and compelled to cross boundaries mixed with a desire to be exposed and owned and forced willingly. This was the territory of their relationship.

Jenna turned some heads as they walked in but Henry's confidence normalized their couplehood and so she gained some confidence as they walked the mall. At a department store she modeled several outfits for him, each variations of themes of surrender. A short sundress that struggled to contain her breasts. A maxi dress with a high slit that made it easy to give herself to him when lifted. A unitard that accentuated her curves. Up until a month or so ago she would have never considered wearing any of these, but now she knew she would be wearing these in public, for him and for them.

As she purchased the items at the checkout Henry placed his hand discreetly under her skirt palming her ass as she completed the checkout. To the checkout person it would have looked like he was laying his hand on her waist given the height of the checkout desk, but Jenna knew and struggle to complete the process without blushing. She could feel his bulge on her hip and knew he would need release soon. He was going to seed her right here in this mall.

She finally completed the purchase and turned with Henry to walk away but he steered them back into the store to a corner where the men's clothes was.

"I need you now mother," he said.

"Here, Henry?" she asked plaintively. She looked around worriedly. "What if someone sees us?"

He answered by simply taking out his engorged cock from the top of his shorts. "Trust me," he whispered to her as he pulled her into him. They were surrounded by circular clothing racks and a wall to Henry's back. There was some safety from being seen, but no promises.

She gasped as she felt the heat of his cock touch her bare belly. Her breathing alone forced her breasts to once again release from the crop top. They kissed with a wreckless passion. She had never wanted to give him his release more than she did now. She could already feel herself wrapped around his thickness releasing her own waves of pleasure.

He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around so that his cock was now positioned on her skirt nestled in between her ass crack. His hands roamed wherever he wanted as he kissed her neck, face and mouth from behind her. Then he bent her over, place her hands on one of the racks for support while he lifted her skirt.

All that stood between his cock and her pussy was a thing strand of cotton thong that was already soaked and embedded in her swollen mess. He didn't even bother to move her thong when he knelt behind her and began to gently kiss her wetness. He started slowly, lovingly licking and kissing. And then as his desire grew and her moaning deepened he grabbed her by the thighs and began to aggressively make out with what he considered to be the most beautiful sight in the world.

"Oh, Henry!" she said as she scanned the store for others. "You have me so close to leaking my juice on your face! I can't believe you're making me do this!" The feeling. That indescribable feeling that bordered on humiliation, compulsion and surrender flooded her. She did all she could to hold onto the rack while she orgasmed wildly. Henry kept his licking consistent while she came making sure to give her knob the attention it needed.

When Henry was sure she was done he lifted himself and pointed his member at her pussy. Remembering that somewhere in her fat pussy lips was the thong, he pulled it out and moved it over to her right ass cheek and then he impaled her with his thickness.

She gasped. She was now being fucked in a department store. By her son.

He started with his usual slow, deep rhythm, as if probing her vagina's depths. He pushed into her so that she was standing more erect now so that he could more easily play with her waist and breasts. He removed the breasts completely from her crop top cupping them as he pushed into her. She was completely exposed now. Her big white ass framed by her raised skirt, thong off to one side and cock pummeling her rear. Her breasts cupped by his strong hands being used to help pull her back into him.

Then Henry saw a customer approaching their area but instead of pulling out of her he simply covered her breasts and stood her up some more. He placed his arms around her as if he was just hugging her. He smoothed her skirt down so that at least from the front it covered her. Jenna gasped as the lady customer approached a nearby rack. Jenna made as if she was looking at the clothes in front of her while peaking out of the corner of her eye at the customer. Henry made small movements in her pussy while he held her to continue their fucking nonetheless. The movements were subtle, mere millimeters of movement and yet they packed an indescribable amount of pleasure. He was planted deep inside of her. The risk of being seen was real.

The customer looked over with a slightly puzzled face but made no indication that she knew what was going on. And a few minutes later she turned and left.

When she was some distance from them Henry pushed his mother down by placing his hand on the back of her head. He once again raised her skirt to view the large cheeks that framed his dick. He didn't even bother to pull out her breasts because the force of his fucking easily caused them to fall out. He looked down at his beautiful mother as she hung on for dear life to the clothing rack. He saw the slutty outfit she was wearing for him. He looked up and down at her shapely, full legs and thighs framed by her heels. He saw his cock enter and exit her rear. He saw her mature, saggy melons and soft middle sway with each thrust. And with that he could hold back no further.

He grabbed her blonde hair with one hand and a fleshly ass-cheek with another and began to pound with the force of a mad man. Not so much fast as much as deep, hard thrusts.

"Oh Henry! Henry!" she gasped. "You're taking me in a department store. You're forcing me to please you anywhere you want. I'll do it Henry! I'll do it for you Henry. Please make me do it!"

She began her second orgasm while she felt his release begin. All she could think about were her son's full balls readying themselves to release into her. His thick member widening to make room in her for his milk. She braced herself on the clothing rack and received it. All of it.

"Take my load mom!" Henry half-yelled trying still to remain unnoticed. "Do what you are good for - taking your son's load every day!" He came hard, leaving his seed deep inside of her.

Their union was a mess of love juices. Her juice mixed with his covered his balls and ran down her thighs. They remained together for a moment before he pulled out. Without a word she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, licking up their union juice. She licked his still pulsating cock from tip to base and then sucked and cleaned his balls. She did so looking up at him with a vulnerable, worshipful look. She was his and she was letting him know it.

To Be Seen

The exhilaration of their department store tryst enflamed their love life for a few weeks, but Jenna knew there would be more. What she did not know was how far Henry was willing to go. One day when Jenna was scheduled to host her women's book group at her home Henry texted her their next step. Jenna almost dropped her phone at work when she read it as she walked from her office to the restroom. She took a deep breath, pulled down on her blouse, fixed her pencil skirt and proceeded to a stall to re-read the text in private.

Henry wanted her to tell her book group about their relationship, in detail and "leave the rest to him." It was time she show others what free-use love could look like between loving, consenting family members, he wrote. She sat on the toilet, which fortunately was squeaky clean, and with her skirt pulled down began to feel her way through her pussy folds. She was terrified at the idea of exposing herself in this way to her friends and yet also exhilarated by the idea of coming out as Henry's fuck toy. It was a similar feeling to the one she experienced at the mall but amplified. As she explored herself, feeling the moisture naturally emerge from her pussy, her conviction grew. She would do it. She knew she needed to. What Henry had in mind she had no idea, but her fingers were telling her she wanted it. She didn't even bother to clean her fingers when she left the restroom. She knew that is how Henry would want it.

Later that day she made the usual preparations for the book club with the exception that she wore a more revealing outfit than usual for her book club. It wasn't quite as over-the-top as what she wore for Henry but it was clearly not what she usually wore with this crowd. If they were going to know about them, then they were going to know everything she reasoned. The outfit consisted of long dress with two high slits at either leg and a plunging neckline. She wore it sans bra but applied two pasties to her breasts to give them mild support and shape. As she looked in the mirror the outfit on her full-figured body gave a whiff of Elvira, the 80s movie character. Given that the book was set in the 80s she reasoned that she could kind of play it off as a theme dress.

When her friends arrived they all commented on her dress and how under-dressed they felt as a result, but other than that no one seemed disturbed. After serving themselves some drinks they gathered in the living room with Jenna and her best friend, Brinna, on one couch and her two other book group friends on individual couch chairs on either side of the coffee table in front of them. As Jenna sat she realized it was impossible to conceal her legs as the slits naturally fell away covering only her middle. She tried her best to act as normally as she could given how exposed she was as she led into the conversation.

"Now, I know we are here to discuss the book today," she started. "However I do want to share something before we start." She paused and took a breath. "I know that you all are my best friends and I hope you will understand that I am only sharing this because I trust you to keep this in confidence."

"Does this have something to do with how you've been acting and dressing lately, Jenna?" One of the other women inquired.

"Yes," she replied carefully. "I am in a relationship." The women smiled and murmured to each other positively. "But," she added, "Although this is not a traditional relationship it is one that has changed my life for the better."

Just then Henry walked in from the back door and all the women turned to greet him. He hugged them and said his hellos. "Were you saying something mother?" he asked.

She pointed to Henry and said, "And this is the man I am in a relationship with." The room became deathly quiet.

"This is true," Henry said matter-of-factly, looking each of the women in the eye. "And in fact one thing we have learned is that the only way to break through the usual social judgment is to show people what family love looks like, so that is why you are all here tonight."

They were all standing at this point facing Henry and looking aghast. Henry walked over to his mother, crossing over Brinna.

"So, I will be making love to my mother here on this couch and whomever is brave enough to stay can watch. And then you can judge all you want. If what you see doesn't convince you then nothing will," Henry stated with his arms around his mother's waist.

All this time his mother stood at his side, frozen. Henry's hand on her waist her only comfort. The room was still as if no one dared to breathe.

Henry turned to Jenna, pulled her into him and began to kiss her full on the lips. His hands began to roam the thin material of her dress on her ample backside and down to the slits on her dress that framed her thick thighs so well.

No one had left. Everyone remained standing. "Ladies," Henry stated easily, "Make yourselves comfortable. You are going to see what a mother in heat looks like."

He lay Jenna down on the couch and pulled her by her waist to the edge of the cushion where he proceeded to lift the middle part of her dress, placing it off to the side. Her thong exposed, he moved it off to the side and proceeded to kiss, lick and tug at her vaginal lips, eliciting a moan and whimper from Jenna who looked down at him intently. The way her legs were spread they were nearly touching Brinna who sat on the same couch mesmerized by what she was seeing.

These were all women in their 50s and 60s. They should have turned and walked away. But something kept them there, wordlessly watching. And when he lifted one of Jenna's legs to get better access to her pussy they gasped right along with Jenna. Brinna leaned back in the couch avoiding eye contact with any of the other women for fear of judgment for staying and watching. The other women relaxed somewhat in their own chairs as well, fixated on the scene playing out in front of them.

Jenna, felt exposed and exhilarated all at once. She was now "out" to her friends. As that realization kicked in and as she saw no one make a move to the exit, she grew bolder. She lifted both her legs straight up in the air and grabbed her son's head, pushing it into her now soaked pussy. The view from between her breasts, which were also threatening to pop out from her dress was glorious. A strapping young man deliciously exploring the area between her legs with vigor.

"Oh yes, baby!" She finally allowed herself to exclaim. "Show them how you get Mama ready for you. Show them!"

The ladies gasped and murmured. Starting with Brinna, who was the oldest of the group at 62, they began to touch themselves in various ways. Brinna started with semi-discreet fondling of her breasts. Others began to lift their skirts and touch their legs. Their boldness grew when Henry raised himself to undo his pants. When he released his engorged cock from his pants it bounced in the air and the women collectively moaned. Brinna lifted her skirt and began to stroke her pussy over her panties. The other two women leaned back in their chairs and almost mindlessly did the same thing.

Henry stood over his mother, her legs spread, her chest heaving. He reached down and forcefully separated the two sides of her plunging neckline to expose her full mature breasts. He peeled the pasties off of her nipples and licked each of them sucking them into his mouth lovingly. Jenna moaned as she allowed herself to be used by her son. She had a clear view of his cock hanging down between his legs as he reached down to make love to her breasts.

Finally one of the other women spoke as Henry held his cock at its base, knelt down and pointed it at Jenna's hole. "Oh, fuck," she said. "I know this is fucked up, but there's no way I'm missing seeing that man-meat going into that pussy!"

By now all the women were in various stages of undress and were pleasuring themselves. When one of them would do something, the others would follow. Brinna removed her panties and put one leg over the arm of the couch spreading her legs wide as she positioned herself for optimal self-pleasure. The others then followed suit using both arm rests of their couch seats to hang their spread legs on.

Even Henry was taken aback when Brinna started giving specific encouragement. "Now you be a good Mama and take your son's cock Jenna," Brinna said authoritatively. "Take the cock for all of us!" The other's moaned in agreement.

Henry positioned one leg on the couch with the other on the ground and placed one of his mother's legs over his raised leg for an optimal entry into her. He pointed his cock at her holed and slowly entered her from this high angle. He was in the mood for some slow, deep fucking tonight. He wanted to place himself as deep as possible inside of her.

"Oh Henry," she moaned as she received his first thrust. "Yes baby, that's what I'm hear for. Use me baby. Use me!"

He thrust in and down into her, watching her body jiggle with each thrust. He loved looking down and seeing her breasts and soft middle move with each of his forceful movements. Jenna allowed herself to look around the room and was amazed by the lustful looks on her friend's faces as they watched. She noticed that Henry's positioning gave her friends on the couch chairs a clear view of their union and knew that Henry had chosen this purposefully. He wanted her to be seen. He wanted them to see how she was willingly giving him everything. She raised her other leg even wider now to given them the best view possible.

"Fuck yes Jenna," one of her other friend's moaned. "Spread those fucking legs wide for him! Take his dick like a good mom should!"

At this the floodgates opened and the vibe in the room became recklessly sensual. Henry repositioned his mother to face Brinna on the couch and he positioned himself behind her doggy-style. He grabbed her waist and entered her from behind easily, smiling at Brinna. She smiled back and cupped one of her own exposed breasts and displayed it to Henry. It was saggy and somewhat wrinkled which made it all the more sexy to Henry. The other women were now moaning and uttering encouragement without any inhibition.

"Oh that looks so good!" said one of them. "Grab that ass and pull it back Henry. Pull her back into you baby!"

"I never thought mother-son love could look so good," said the other. "Now I know why you've been doing so well Jenna! You've been getting some good loving here at home!"

"It feels so good to be filled with his cock ladies!" Jenna replied. "There is absolutely nothing like being drilled by your own son! I know it's supposed to be wrong but damn it feels so good."

"Take that shit Jenna!" Brinna yelled. Brinna was clearly enjoying talking dirty to Jenna. "You fucking take that shit in your hole bitch!"

Jenna responded with whimpers and moans, enjoying being degraded by her friends. Henry, too close to his own orgasm, removed himself from her and proceeded to walk around the coffee table letting his cock hang erect as he walked right by each of Jenna's friends. His cock, thick and veiny, and coated with his mother's pussy juice hung between them and him as he paraded around. When he finally made it back to his mother who obediently remained on all fours on the couch, he stuck it into her mouth. He began to use her mouth as he had her pussy. He held her face from the sides and bottom and moved his hips in and out, sometimes languishing in her depths for just a moment.

"Son of a bitch that's going to make me cum," one of the friend's said. She focused her attention on the entry of the cock into the red lips and then exploded into her orgasm as she violently frigged her clit.

Henry then moved his mother upright and kissed her. He sat down on the coach, now fully naked, his cock pointing upwards and clearly ready to explode. He moved her to sit on him, lifting her dress to her waist and lowering the straps of her dress to completely expose her breasts.

"It's time for you to take my load mom," he said.

She moaned quietly. The women gasped in acknowledgment. The idea that a son would inseminate a mother and the taboo nature of that idea filled their thoughts.

Jenna sat herself obediently on her son's cock letting her robust white ass sink to the very base of it. The fullness always surprised her. She looked down lovingly at him and said, "Show them how much you love me baby. Release yourself into me Henry. Give me your forbidden seed baby."

They found a slow, steady rhythm to their fucking, again focusing on deep thrust. The women yelled encouragement throughout and it was clear orgasms were building.

"I want to cum with you Henry," Brinna yelled. "I'm cumming when you release that load into your mother!"

"Fuck yes!" yelled the other friend. "Make that cock want to cum hard Jenna. God that cock looks so fucking good going in and out of that hole."

Henry could hold back no longer and grabbed Jenna by the waist to help her pound his cock with vigor. He looked up and focused on her tits as they bounced up and down and her soft middle as it received his cock willingly over and over again.

"It's time mom," he yelled. "Take my cum mom! Take my cum in front of your friends!"

She spasmed upon hearing those words, grinding her clit harder into his lower abdomen. "Fuck baby, give me that hot milk! Give it to me hard!" she yelled.

It was hard to tell how many or if all of them were orgasming at once because of the yelling and moaning happening all at once. What was clear was that a group of mature women were letting loose with their legs spread and cunts splayed.

As Jenna and Henry's orgasm subsided she raised herself slowly off of his semi-hard cock and then lovingly bent down to clean it off with her mouth. One of her friends came over and spanked her on the ass. "Fucking nasty slut," she said.

"That was fucking awesome!" Brinna added.

Jenna raised herself off the cock and smiled. "I'm so glad you guys are OK with this. I know it's not traditional, but life's too short not to enjoy something as fun as this!" she said.

"So you guys do this all the time?" Brinna asked.

"Yes," Jenna replied feeling Henry's cum drip down her thick thighs. "I've come to learn that I love being submissive to Henry and so I allow him to free-use me whenever he wants to, which is very often." she said with a satisfied smile.

The friends gathered themselves and eventually made their way to their homes knowing that they would never forget this night and wondering if it would ever be repeated. Jenna went to bed that night a completely fucked mother.