Feature Writer: Merlyn /
Feature Title: The Birthday Present /
Story Codes: femdom, momdom, incest, ts/tg, smoking, sadism, snuff
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Author’s Notes: Obviously, this is a fantasy, and not a sanctioning of such perverted behavior /
Links: Unfortunately now dead /
Copyright: 2013 Merlyn. All rights Reserved
The Birthday Present
Let me just get to the part you want to read, so I’ll skip all the intro. Suffice it to say my son and I have developed a very special relationship. Bobby is now thirteen and full into puberty which we are both enjoying immensely. If Mommy so much as lights a cigarette or adjusts her bra, Bobby springs a raging hard-on. I’ll admit I do enjoy teasing the boy.
I am very wealthy, and I wanted to give Bobby a wonderful thirteenth birthday present. Of course sex would be part of it, but we enjoy that every day. I needed something special. Then the thought hit me; we had both fantasized torture. Often as we surfed the net together we would gravitate to s/m pictures and stories. We especially liked some of the stories on a site called “The Dark Realm of Polaris.” We would talk about what would be fun to do to victims and the talk would turn into delicious sex sessions.
I have, shall we say, slightly modified my son for both his pleasure and mine (but mainly mine). That is how we can keep each other in bliss for hours. I have boosted and adjusted his hormones so that his sexual sensitivity is heightened, his semen production is dramatically increased, and he is not suffering the hair and beard growth of maturing males.
This adjustment has, predictably, resulted in a recent change in his breasts. Yes, breasts. His nipples have started to puff and I notice a swelling of breasts just like I had when I was thirteen. Bobby is overjoyed by this and is hoping for 34DD tits like Mommy. I have explained that my breasts benefit from a brief visit to Dr. Silicone and my own hormone cocktail that both increases my vaginal wetness and keeps me in a slight state of lactation.
I’m sure you wonder how we can play with each other for hours. Doesn’t Bobby just cum and lose his erection and libido? I have had the nerve in the penis that triggers Bobby’s ejaculations numbed. He still experiences all the pleasure, and can stay at that high point for hours. I’m sure his penis hurts for a while after, but he hasn’t complained. What I enjoy is teasing my son sexually and having him in constant arousal constantly oozing his wonderful lubricant we call his “girly juice.”
Yes, he can still ejaculate, but only when Mommy wants him to. I slip my finger into his boy cunt and massage his swollen prostate and he has the most explosive climax you can imagine. Lately, this has improved. I have fitted him with a butt plug that can be remotely made to swell and vibrate. He almost faints with pleasure when I operate this and he loves Mommy’s big strap-on that can reach his needy prostate and beyond. He loves to be Mommy fucked, and that two headed dildo makes me cum too.
I know I promised to get to the good stuff. That would be Bobby’s thirteenth¸ birthday present. Our sadistic fantasies had been all over the gender/age map, and included pregnant women, young boys and girls, babies. We both liked young girls and babies especially. Since a baby would be difficult to get, I procured a 6 year old girl. I wanted to watch Bobby torture her to death while I smoked, let my vibrating dildo please me, and video the event.
I had gagged and bound the girl to a post in our huge basement. I figured we didn’t want loud screams with our first toy. Later, if things went well, I could see us pleasuring our genitals on the screaming faces of babies as the other one of us tortured the rest of the little toy.
Bobby knew something was up when I walked into the living room wearing my dildo, a tight nylon bustierre, killer heels, and smoking a Virginia Slim. My nipples were already tipped with milk, my pussy dripping around the strap-on.
“Mommy!”
“Happy birthday, son. I want you to put on a nice sex play outfit. We’re going to have a lot of fun for your birthday. Now you’ll see what that butt plug is all about and I have a special present for you. Now, give Mommy’s tits a little suck and off you go.” Minutes later he returned in a sheer black negligee and matching crotchless panties. Luckily the negligee tied in front and allowed his already hard penis to poke through. When he saw his present tied to the pole he gasped.
“Mom, is that a little girl?”
“What do you think, you ninny? Pretty thing isn’t she?”
“But, I, errr, I like you, Mommy.”
“She’s not for screwing, Bobby, although if you want to rub a little on her, Mommy won’t mind. She is for playing. She is our toy for the day.”
I walked up to the crying naked toy and touched my lit cigarette to her little nipple. You could hear her try to scream through the ball gag.
“You mean we can torture her?” He stroked his girly rod.
“Yes, dear. You can torture her. I want to watch. Go play with her, not yourself,”
Bobby had a field day. He started with the long needles I had laid out on the table. He stuck at least a dozen in her little cunt and a few more in her chest, but since there were no boobs to torment he went right to the ultimate tool I had supplied.
The adjustable torch could focus a pin point of flame all the way to a large fan of flame. I cummed over and over as my girly son burnt away the child’s skin. His penis dripped constantly as he bounced about with the torch. First the chest, then the cunt, then the thighs, and finally the face.
“Mommy, I love this.”
I activated his butt plug. It vibrated and pulsed in his boy cunt and his semen turned into a steady stream. He moaned in ecstasy then went about destroying the toy’s face. He stood back as the girl’s hair burst into flame. I laughed at the toy’s useless antics and her horror filled eyes. She shook back and forth, and the flaming hair roared around her face.
Bobby widened his flame and sprayed it full on her face. For a moment, it almost seemed her head was all alight.
“Bobby, it is time for your second present. I poured lamp oil on the girl and led my son back to my couch by his dripping cock. We turned to see the full beauty of what he had created. The little body was a smoking horror. Her face, black and pealing, held horrified eyes that could no longer blink; her eyelids had burned away.
She shook and cried and tried to move her charred lips around the ball-gag. Moans and slight screams still arose though her burnt nose. I deftly removed Bobby’s vibrating butt-plug. Now was the time for Mommy to introduce his boy cunt to my strap-on dildo.
“Turn around and face me, dear. Oh, my you are so wet and ready for Mommies dildo. I lit a cigarette and tossed the lit lighter onto the toy. She flowered into torturing flames as I eased my vibrating strap-on dildo into my son’s waiting boy pussy.
His oozing girly wand wiggled on my milky tits as he eased down on my shaft. “Oh, Mommy, this is so good. Oh, fuck me Mommy. Oh fuck me. Oh look at her burn. I can see her shaking.”
“Yes, dear, she’s still feeling everything. Oh yes, look at her shake her head. Ha ha ha.”
I couldn’t help but laughing in joy. I had my dildo deep in my son’s eager boy hole, his huge hard-on pouring juices all over my tits, and between little nibbles and sucks on his swelling girly breasts, I could take a drag on my cigarette and watch our toy burning alive.
Motherhood just doesn’t get any better.
THE END
ooo mommy