A Mothers Servitude Ch 04

'November twenty ninth, I bought a bunch of toys. I know I'll never get to use them on my mom but just the thought. The fantasy as being able to one day use them on her. To make her my cum servant. To fill her with my semen endlessly. To take her out to restaurants and use her like a sex doll. It's all I can think about when I see her.'

"Holy shit. He really wants me." Tanya said.

"No sweetie." Judy replied. "My kids really want me. Your son desperately wants you."

Two hours ago she would've argued that point. Now though, with the evidence staring her in the face. She could only nod. She sat in silence for awhile. Looking at the journal and then at her friend.

"What are you going to do?"

Tanya had been asking herself the same thing over and over again in her mind.

*****

Sarah Pao was a beautiful looking woman. Long black hair that hung to her lower back. Sloping shoulders, slender figure and thin limbs. Like most of her lineage, she stood a couple inches over five foot.

Her wheat brown eyes looked up at Kyle as he stood over her. A jar in his hand. She was no stranger to what he did and just how much he made from it. She was however, surprised by what he was asking. Sarah was a hard on bisexual though she swung to the feminine side more. bordering on lesbianism.

"You want me to video tape you...Cumming into a jar?" She asked.

"Yes. I know it's really awkward to ask this of you but I promise. A hundred dollars."

She narrowed her eyes at him, looked to the jar, then his crotch, then back to him.

"Two hundred." She replied.

"One-fifty." He countered.

She thought about it for a moment longer then nodded. Sarah moved around her apartment looking for the best lighting. She found it in the living room right in front of the patio. Kyle took off his pants and Sarah held the phone. Her eyes went wide when she saw his monstrosity.

It was nearly as thick as her wrist and seemed almost as long as her forearm. She rarely desired cock, it didn't have so much to do about size as much as it did about who it was connected to. Kyle was a decent man. Shit he was a fucking gentleman most of the time. Which was why she felt a flicker of affection for him.

But watching him masturbate in front of her had turned the flicker of affection into a fucking flame. Her tawny eyes watched the thick veins bulge across his skin. His massive muscular hand stroked his thickness up and down faster and faster.

She stared in wonder and was surprised at just how long he could go without unloading. After ten minutes of pumping and stroking, the precum was starting flow. Thick heavy strings of precum caught Sarah's eyes. She watched them and then, keeping the camera steady, she focused in on his head.

The bulbous red ridge was stiff as a board. Kyle groaned as his testicles tightened.

"Dammit. I'm gonna cum." He grunted and started stroking harder and faster.

Sarah hadn't made the conscious decision to finger herself, it had just sort of happened. Her labored breathing grew heavier as her fingers curled up inside her pussy and hooked over her G-spot. A whine escaped her mouth and she did her best to remain silent and not interrupt the video.

It was difficult as she watched Kyle jack off his monstrosity. After another five minutes, his thickness throbbed. Kyle grunted and again he grabbed the jar and brought it to his cock.

'Oh fuck. He's cumming.' She thought, rubbing her G-spot harder than she had noticed. 'Oh shit, I'm cumming.' She whined and with wide eyes she watched as thick jets of solid white semen shot into the jar. The veins bulged with each ejaculation, the thick phallus surged out cum.

After eight full throbbing ejaculations, the jar was full and he topped it off by stroking out the last few drops.

"Holy fucking shit." Sarah shouted after ending the recording. "No man could cum that much!"

Kyle sank to the wall and breathed heavily for a few moments before smiling up at her.

"I...just did."

*****

Olivia received a text and opened the message up. When she saw the stilled image of the behemoth that was Kyle's Cummings cock, her eyes went wide. She waited for the full video to download.

"Christ, fifteen minutes?" She said as the video started to play. Who ever was recording got good angles as he stroked and masturbated. It didn't take Olivia long to start wanting to play with herself. She would have too, if she hadn't parked under a lamppost that had a street view camera.

She ignored the urge and watched the entire video. Her eyes went wide as saucers when she saw his ejaculations. Thick stream after thick stream of dense white semen which filled the glass jar to the top. 'Valarie won't be able to say no to this.'

*****

Judy had left Tanya alone with her thoughts, the journal and her vibrator. The small white toy was not all that powerful but Tanya was a sensitive person. Her clitoris didn't need too much stimulation. She ran the humming toy up and down her open pussy. The wet labia folded open ready to greet whatever pleasure came their way.

'December eleventh, I did it again. Mom asked for a glass of milk. Just knowing she is drinking my cum gets me excited. I only wish she was asking for it herself. It's a fantasy and I would never force myself upon her but...thinking about her wanting me, makes me want to fill her up ten times to tuesday.'

"Me too baby." She whispered.

*****

Kyle pulled into the driveway and parked the car just before noon. As he got out, his phone chimed and a deposit notification for seven hundred dollars appeared, along with a message.

'We might be able to make some money on top, if you want to make videos. Think about it. Let me know.'

He slid the phone into his pocket, grabbed the jars and walked inside. Tanya was already at work and wouldn't be back until later that evening. His mother worked the generic nine to five job. However, it gave him the time to rest up and add more logs to his journal.

A project he had been working on for over a year. He walked up stairs, opened his drawer and fished the false bottom out and then stared.

*****

'December thirty-first, the start of a new year. Imagine if I could start the year off with the honest truth. Sitting my mother down and displaying my 'dom-diary' it isn't complete yet but I have about ten rules, six disciplinary actions, five daily actions and about fifteen pages worth of ideas.

I love imagining her as an obedient slutty slave. My, obedient slave. The thought makes me hard as steel but the likelihood of that ever happening is so slim. Eventually I will have to move on. I'm thinking of moving out once I start making enough money. Mom could probably use her own space and I...well I shouldn't probably be cumming in her milk and cereal any more.'

Tanya typed furiously at her work desk. Reading the journal and working simultaneously. She knew it was a bit of a risk taking the journal, especially if he went to write in it. Then again, she liked this particular risk. If he didn't notice the journal was gone, she could slip it back in and see where things might go.

Maybe even catch him in the action. On the other hand, if he did notice it was gone, then there would be a very necessary conversation and possibly a lifelong altering decision taking place thereafter.

Either way, Tanya was excited for it. A part of her still couldn't believe that her son, was in love with her. Even if it wasn't exactly love, she knew he wanted her in a strong sexual way. Which was obviously true in her case considering she had watched him masturbate over a dozen different times. She flipped the page and continued reading.

*****

Kyle searched every corner, nook and crannie of his room. He even pulled out the false wall where he had stuffed his bag of BDSM. The notebook was gone. He sat on the edge of his bed and felt the paralyzing fear and panic set in.

'Oh God. She is reading it right now. What if she throws me out? What if she hates me? Why was she in my room? What led her to my drawer?'

The endless line of questions continued hitting his brain like a barrage of unplanned attacks. Kyle knew three things. The notebook was gone. His mother had most likely read it or was going to and he had only two decisions.

Confront her or leave. Kyle looked around and then walked over to a black case on his dresser. Locked inside was over a hundred thousand dollars. If he left, he could live comfortably.

*****

Sarah replayed it over and over in her mind. It was almost all she could think about. His size. The look. The smell and the amount. 'God the fucking amount' she thought again. She had seen some of those fake creamy cock videos where a penis sprayed fake semen in long fountain like spurts.

This was not that. This had been real. Streams of thick white semen had fire hosed out of his cock. Again, the scene played out in her black haired head and she wondered just how all of it would feel. The warmth of that cum. The thickness of his phallic beast.

She rarely ever considered penis a pleasant thing, though that again had more to do with who was attached to it. Yet, she laid in her bed pondering about his cock inside of her.

*****

Olivia worked tirelessly through the day. As soon as the video had sold. She realized just what sort of market there might be for such a thing. However, she needed a database. Some technological platform for which to conduct her 'videos' from and show her clients the 'source' of their product.

After nearly three hours of searching, encrypting and securing a model media site, she started texting all her clients.

'Good evening. I wanted to present you with an opportunity to view the source of your product and see just where it came from. Here is the link. If you'd like more, please, let me know.' Olivia sent the texts and settled back to rest and wait. She didn't have to wait long.

*****

'February eleventh, I think I found a good job. It isn't quite what I anticipated but given my...unending amount of stuff and having to masturbate every day, it seems like a good job. It doesn't hurt that I still work part time at the gym. Not really sure what I will be making from the job, interested to find out.

'Job?' Tanya wondered. 'Selling his stuff?' She wondered just what stuff he was talking about exactly. His body? His semen? She couldn't imagine her son selling his cum but then again, she barely imagined the possibility of her son desiring her and yet, here she was reading a journal that proved the opposite.

She flipped through the pages, looking for the job. Tanya found it about two pages later.

'February thirteenth, Olivia gave me the money for the job. Seven hundred dollars. I couldn't...can't believe I am holding seven hundred dollars. She told me that there was a huge market for fresh product as she calls it.

Not sure how I could refuse it. Not sure what my mom would think. But then again, I have to try and move on. She isn't going to want me. Certainly not the way I want her. I love my mom, but she isn't going to accept me as her master and dominant. I can almost see the look on her face. Disgusted and repulsed by the thoughts running through my mind.

Knowing that I think about cumming in her. On her. Fucking her hard, day and night. Making her my obedient slave. No, I think she'd throw me out. Maybe by June I will have enough money to get my own place.'

Tanya's eyes went wide with alarm. June was nearly here. Less than a week away.