Chapter 3
A Mother Broken
Over the next week everyone became somewhat distant. The boys still hung out together but they didn’t talk about what happened. Joey was still too embarrassed about getting his ass reamed by Tim’s mom and Tim was still in shock from seeing his mom naked. Let alone acting that way. Trish stayed away from the Barlow house for a while trying to figure out her next move. Tim and his mom avoided each other’s company as much as possible. When they were together they talked very little. They no longer knew how to relate to each other. And neither of them knew how to talk about what had happened.
The next Saturday evening, though, Julia rented a movie and they both sat down to watch it. As they sat watching the screen Julia decided to bring up the subject they had been avoiding.
“Timmy…”
Tim’s eyes remained glued to the film, “Yeah Mom?”
“We need to talk, Dear…”
Tim glanced at her nervously, “About what Mom?”
“About what happened last week.”
She had his full attention now. Tim gulped nervously, “Oh…ok…”
“Do you know what you kids did to me, Timmy? Do you know what you made me do?”
Tim nodded sheepishly looking down at his hands, “W-we had sex…”
Julia nodded, “But it was more than that Timmy….Y-you raped me. You made me have sex with you’re friends. It doesn’t matter that I lost control and started to like it. You did a horrible thing by forcing your own mother to do those nasty things! Why Timmy? Don’t you love me?”
They fell silent for a while, neither knowing quite what to say. Finally Tim broke the silence, “I-I do love you Mom,” he muttered quietly before he pointed out, “You raped Joey…”
Julia broke down crying, “I,” sob, “didn’t mean to!” sob, “I-I lost control!” sob, “I didn’t mean to hurt Joey like,” sob, “that!”
Tim sat glumly and watched his mother sob out her guilt and dejection. As he watched her fall apart, Tim had a reaction he hadn’t expected.
He was getting hard from his mother’s tears.
“Mom,” he said softly, “I liked watching you.”
Julia sniffled loudly and looked at him, stunned, “W-what?”
Tim looked down uncertainly, “I-I like watching what Trish did to you. I liked the way you acted….And I really liked how you hurt Joey so much.”
Julia stared dumbly at her boy.
Tim looked her in the eyes, “I know I’m not supposed to Mommy, but I liked looking at you when you got naked.”
Julia gasped slightly and asked cautiously, “Timmy? Did you want to do things to me too? Not just watch your friends?”
Tim nodded.
Julia cried again, “But Timmy I’m your mother!”
“But Mommy didn’t you like what we all did together?”
“NO! No…I….I mean….that is…”
“You liked it when we were doing it Mommy,” Tim pointed out.
“,,,,Well yes, but I lost control Timmy….”
“You said you wanted me to fuck you.”
“Timmy I wasn’t thinking!” Julia looked horrified as she remembered everything that happened.
“So maybe you shouldn’t think,” Tim suggested.
Julia was shocked and her lip started to quiver a little, “Timmy! Why would you say that?”
Tim shrugged, “Because you were never any good at it.”
Julia broke down and started crying again, “I can’t believe you think of me like that! I may not be as smart as some people but I do ok for us don’t I?”
Tim shrugged, “When Dad was here he always did all the bills and stuff right? And now Mr. Swensen does them.”
Julia muttered, “But I take care of you and the house just fine.”
“But you’re always burning things and you always have to call Grandma so she can tell you how to do something even though she’s told you a lot of times before. And any time I ask you to help me with my homework you get real confused and tell me to just look it up in the book.”
Julia shook her head, “Timmy, please, don’t call Mommy dumb, it’s not nice!”
But Tim didn’t stop, “But Mommy you don’t even pick good boyfriends. Remember the last one? He threw a beer bottle at the TV so hard it broke it and then he said it was you’re fault! You didn’t even argue with him you just cleaned it up and said you were sorry! Mom, how stupid was that?”
Julia sobbed, “Ok maybe Johnny was a bad idea, but what about Mark? He was nice.”
The look Tim gave his mother made her cringe, “Mom, he brought other girls home while you were at work and did stuff with them on you’re bed. One of them wasn’t even as old as me.”
Julia put her head in her hands as she started to get a headache, “Timmy, Honey, I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”
Tim gave her a pitying look, “Mommy, I’m trying to say that maybe you should just not think about it so much and let Trish and Joey and me do whatever we want with you. You aren’t very smart and when you’re not thinking about it you really enjoy being our slave. I know you do.”
Julia hung her head, ashamed of how she couldn’t come up with any arguments to her son’s logic. She knew there must be some obvious ones, but her head hurt too much as she tried to think of them.
“O-ok Timmy. B-but do you really want to…do stuff to me?” Julia asked tears running down her cheek because she knew the answer.
Tim nodded, “Uh huh. My cock is so hard right now! I gotta do something about it!”
Julia’s eyes grew wide and frightened, “You want me to start being your slave right now?”
Tim nodded quickly, “Yeah Mommy! I want you to get naked for me.”
Julia’s face burned rose red at the command. The words drove home the reality to her. She was now her son’s fuck slave, and he would use her however he wanted. Part of her, deep inside, wanted him to.
“Here?,” her lips quivered, all her courage gone as she was barely able to get the question out.
Tim thought about it. Excitement building inside him as he considered what he wanted to do with his loving mother, “Well, no…outside. Lets go to the backyard first.”
Julia’s eyes got a panicked look to them, “Timmy, no! Please! The neighbors might see!”
Tim shook his head, “Mom didn’t I tell you not to think. None of the other houses can see into the back yard. Now…..go outside slave.”
Julia hung her head and cried as she got up and started for the door, “Ok, Honey…..I’m sorry.”
Tim’s cock gave a lurch at the sound of his Mother apologizing to him. He was really starting to enjoy controlling her. Once they were outside Tim ordered her to stop at the back patio.
“Take off your shoes and socks,” he ordered.
Sobbing with shame, Julia bent and untied her shoes. As she did so, Tim reached forward and fondled her round, juicy rump, making her gasp but she finished untying her laces and pulled off her shoes and socks, Tim rubbing her ass the entire time.
When she was barefoot Tim gave her another order, “Now your shirt Mommy, take it off.”
Tears streaking down her cheeks Julia pulled her blouse up over her head, gasping as her large tits bounced into the cool night air. They were big and heavy, like Tim remembered, with fist sized areolas and thick, long, needle like nipples that were fully aroused and ready to leak milk.
“Gees Mom,” Tim breathed, “Do you ever wear underwear?”
Julia looked embarrassed, “I actually only have a couple sets for emergencies. I’ve gone commando most of the time since I was a little girl.”
“God, Mom, what is that called when you never wear undies? What did Trish call you when you came so fast the other day?”
Julia gulped, she remembered every detail of the other day, always would for the rest of her life, “A-a-a slut…”
Tim nodded, “Yeah that was it. You are such a slut Mommy. Now take off your pants.”
Sniffing dejectedly but obeying like a good slave, Julia tucked her fingers into the waist band of her cargoes and slid them over her wide, motherly hips and let them drop to the ground, Leaving her standing in the back yard with her young son, the cool night breeze washing over her completely bare figure.
Tim simply stood and stared for a moment, his young eyes raking up and down his mother’s body, “Mom, you are so beautiful.”
Julia blushed, trembling from more than the cool night air.
Tim was finding that he loved to humiliate his Mom. He stood thinking of something good to do next. Finally he had an idea.
“Mom, step onto the grass and get on all fours.”
Julia blushed even deeper but she did as she was told. She knelt on the short but prickly lawn and waited for her son’s next order.
“Stay there Mom, I’ll be right back!” Tim dashed into the house, leaving his mother kneeling on all fours out in the yard. Kinda like a dog. A few minutes later Tim reemerged from the house. Julia gasped when she saw that he was completely nude, his cock quite hard and bobbing enthusiastically in front of him. Her eyes flew wide open, though, and she whimpered when she caught site of what was in his hand.
A leash and collar usually kept in spare for their beagle, Buster.
“No, no, no, please Timmy! No,” Julia whimpered as Tim walked up beside her and wrapped the collar around her neck.
“I want you to wear this anytime you’re home Mommy, ok” he ordered as he clipped the leash to the collar.
Julia hung her head and sobbed, “Ok baby.”
Tim held the end of the leash and took a walk around the yard, ordering his mother to keep pace. Julia whimpered and moaned as she crawled on the lawn next to her son, her tits hanging heavily and slapping back and forth as she moved.
Finally, he stopped at one of the lawn chairs they kept in the yard. Sitting down in it he leaned back and pulled his mother up until she was kneeling in front of him with her face right in front of his bobbing and by now dripping cock.
Julia’s eyes were wide and she shifted nervously with her son’s twelve year old cock so close to her mouth. She knew what was coming and she new it would be useless to protest.
Tim bobbed his member at her, “Suck it, Mommy.”
No please or anything, just an order from an increasingly confident twelve year old. Becoming more and more comfortable with her role as a submissive slave, Julia leaned forward and captured her son’s cock in her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the head she sucked the precum out of the tip. Then sinking lower she let the shaft slide down her very experienced throat. She could feel Tim gasp and moan as every muscle in his body tensed with the pleasure. She might be a dumb, ditsy blonde, she thought, but she knew exactly how to please a man….or boy. His shaft slicked in and out of her bobbing head as she swallowed him over and over, burying his cock to the balls inside her mouth.
Tim gripped the arms of the lawn chair trying to keep from cumming as his mother serviced him like a pro.
“Shit Mommy!” he gasped, “I’m about to cum!”
Julia removed her mouth from his cock with a wet pop and said, “Hold on Timmy! Lets see how you like this!”
A very undominating squeal ripped out of Tim’s throat as his mother rose up slightly, grabbed a fat melon in each hand and wrapped her baby’s cock in between them. Mashing her fat tits over Tim’s rod, Julia rapidly bounced them up and down milking hard and fast. Tim didn’t stand a chance. Within seconds his cock erupted. Jism covered the valley between Julia’s udders and shot into the air, coming down to splatter over his mom’s face and the tops of her fleshy mounds.
Julia leaned back on her knees, an almost proud smirk on her face as Tim collapsed, exhausted for the moment, against the chair.
“Shit Mom,” he gasped.
“I’m still pretty smart in some areas,” she quipped as she started to rise to her feet.
Tim quickly captured the leash in his hand and held it fast, making his Mom almost stumble back to her knees, “Hold on Mommy,” he said quietly, “What makes you think you can get up?”
The smirk gone, Julia looked nervously uncertain, “I….um….”
Tim got to his feet a bit shakily, but he was recovering quickly, “Come on Mommy.”
He gave the leash a tug and led Julia over to the tree house. Making his way up the ladder he kept hold of the leash forcing his mother to follow. Once inside he made her lay in the cot while he took a lawn chair across from her.
“Mommy put your fingers inside your pussy,” Tim ordered, “and make yourself cum.” He was really liking ordering her around.
Julia blushed in embarrassment as she started to masturbate for her son. She quivered as her fingers shlicked wetly inside her dripping quim. She started to breath heavily as the color of her skin deepened, not with shame but with excitement.
Tim watched his mother, delighting in the dirty things he could now make her do. As he watched her fuck herself for him he reached down and massaged his penis, slowly bringing it back to life.
“Mom,” Tim said.
“Nnnhnn?” Julia asked as she worked her fingers.
“It’s kinda weird, me being the boss of you now,” Tim observed.
Julia watched him closely but kept jilling.
“But I think I’m getting the hang of it.”
Schilck, shick, shlick.
“For one thing, I think we need to come up with some rules for you, now that I’m in charge,” Tim rubbed his chin thoughtfully with one hand as he slowly stroked his boyhood with the other.
Julia turned, laying on her back as she lifted her idle hand to squeeze a tit.
Tim continued, “Rule one, obviously, will be that you have to do what ever me, Trish and Joey say.”
Julia’s eyelids went half closed and her lips formed a sensuous O as she fondled her own body, but she nodded to show that she was still listening to her son.
“And you can’t keep calling me Timmy. We need to come up with something more respectful. I’ll talk it over with the others and we’ll come up with something for you to call us but until then I think you should call me and Joey Sir, and you should call Trish Ma’am.”
Julia nodded as she kept diddling herself, “Y-yes S-sir! Oh my god! Aah! Nnn!”
Tim nodded, stroking himself harder as he watched his mother arch her back, both of her hands now buried in her snatch getting closer to cuming. Standing up he walked over to the end of the cot.
“Mom, stop,” he ordered, “Now!”
Julia jumped as her son barked at her, but she obediently stopped. She moaned, lost to the sensations she had been feeding her own body, she needed more. Her eyes pleaded, doe like, with her son to let her continue.
Tim grinned, “Turn over and get on your knees, slut.”
His mother whimpered but obeyed, presenting her plump ass to her little boy. Tim got behind her and ran his hands over her quivering behind. His mother shook a lot when she was aroused, he noticed. Bringing his rock hard cock up to her cleft he push and immediately slid all the way in. He gasped at the sensation but his mother let out a very loud and lewd moan that ended in a shrill squeal. Tim began to fuck his mommy slave hard, grunting as he pounded into her wet hot cunt. With every stroke that her son gave her, Julia moaned and cried out in perverse pleasure as she enjoyed her first real incestuous fuck with her baby.
It wasn’t long before Julia screamed her orgasm to the canvas cot beneath her hands and coated Tim’s cock with the same juice that created him twelve years before. Tim grunted and kept pounding into his wriggling parent. A few minutes later he joined his own cum with hers, spurting it deep into her twat. Both of them falling forward to rest on the small bed, Tim wrapped his body around his mother’s, flushing his groin to her ass cheeks and draping an arm across her to cup a breast, playing with it as they tried to recover their breath.
After a while Tim got up and headed for the trap door entrance of the tree house. Julia started to follow him but was stopped by Tim’s upheld hand.
“You sleep up here tonight,” he ordered.
She meekly lay back down, “Yes Sir.”
“I’ve thought of another rule too Mom. Me, Joey and Trish will be giving you jobs that you will have to do. Stuff that you have to complete even if we aren’t around. And your first job will be to wait up here until ordered to leave. And when the next person comes up here I want you to beg them to fuck you. Don’t stop until they do or leave ok.”
Julia gulped, “Yes Sir. Sir?”
Tim had the trap door open and paused just as he started to climb down, “Yeah, Mom?”
“Do you know how baby’s are made?”
Tim nodded, “Yeah they had a class on that in school, but some of the guys at school told me a long time ago. I know a lot more about it now though.” He grinned at his joke.
The grin faded quickly as Julia said, “I haven’t been taking the pill in a while, Sir. I might be pregnant now.”
Tim nodded thoughtfully as he shut the latch behind him and climbed to the ground.
To be continued……
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