Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2009 14:44:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fabius Maximus <cunctatorgold@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pool Submissive Chapter Nine

Pool Submissive Chapter Nine
By Fabius
m/FM Reluctant Humiliation

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     Without any ado whatsoever, fourteen year old Pete
motioned for his naked mother Sharma to sit next to him on
Jeff's living room floor.  As soon as his mom sat down, Pete
used his left hand to pull her head toward him and began
tongue kissing her.  At first Sharma resisted; she detested
the control he had over her, and was humiliated that he
would want to show off that control in front of his new male
conquest, Jeff.  But the growl in Pete's voice as he told
her to stop struggling and kiss back like a good little
mommy slut made her shiver and stop fighting him.  As he and
Sharma continued in their torrid soul kiss, Pete moved his
hands to his mom's naked breast.  Gently at first, then more
forcefully, Pete began caressing and groping his mommy sex
toy.  Despite herself, Sharma began responding to her son's
lewd caress, breathing heavily and whimpering softly as her
boy owner continued molesting her.  Then Pete began to
tweeze Sharma's delicate nipples between his thumb nails and
index finger nails.  When Sharma tried to move away, Pete
redoubled his tweezing and twisting until his mom could
stand it no longer.  She pulled her lips off of those of her
fourteen year old tormentor and let out a high pitched
squeal of purest pain.

     "Pleeeeeeeeease, Pete.  Pleeease stop.  That hurts."

     Pete looked her right in the eye.

     "Does it hurt more than Jeff's big dick will when he
rams it up your little poo tube for you, Mom?  And you just
know that before the night is over, I'm gonna want ole Jeffy
here to do just that to my little mommykins."

     Pete smiled broadly as the impact of his sick words
sank into Sharma's fevered brain.  Pete's terrified mom
could do nothing but bow her head.

     "So it's Ok with you then if I want to pinch your mommy
nipples for you, right, cunt?"

     Sharma could do absolutely nothing but nod her head
slowly in agreement.  If there was any possibility at all
that Pete would let her off having to beg Jeff to fuck her
butt hole, then she would just have to steel herself to go
along with whatever else her son wanted to do to her.
Having Pete fuck her there was bad enough, but Sharma could
not imagine the pain a grown man like Jeff would cause if
ordered to use his cock on her rose.

     "Please, Pete.  I'll do anything you tell me, but I'm
scared of what Jeff's cock would do to me.  Please don't
make me do that."

     Pete just smiled as he continued playing with his
mother's breast while his newest sex toy lay on the floor of
his living room and watched transfixed.  Jeff was certain
that his turn would come sooner or later, and he dreaded the
thought with all his being.

     "Well, Mom.  We'll just have to see how good a girl toy
you can be."

     Pete was noncommittal, but Sharma clung desperately to
the hope that the fourteen year old could be cajoled into
keeping Jeff from fucking her bottom.  Having him inside her
cunt would be humiliating enough, and she knew there was
going to be no way whatsoever around that happening.  But
her butt hole was another matter, perhaos.

     Seeing that Sharma was forcing herself to acquiesce to
him, Pete once more began tweezing and twisting his
captive's nipples back and forth.  The fourteen year old was
rewarded by a series of cries and squeals as his mom gave
vent to her sufferings.  Such noises were, of course,
celestial music to Pete's ears.

     When Sharma had made enough noise to suit her son for
the time being, Pete moved his probing, groping fingers down
his mother's midriff, pausing to tickle and probe the tiny
bellybutton, then to her crotch, where he spent a happy time
prodding, probing, pinching, and scratching until Sharma
almost fainted from the itching, burning pain and growing
horniness.

     "Raise up, bitch, like a good little slut, and let me
put my nice finger into your little mommy rose.  I just
adore finger fucking my mom in the asshole.  And I know you
want to make me happy.  Don't you, slut?"

     Reluctantly but resignedly, Sharma lifted her small,
shapely buns off the floor and Pete jabbed his finger into
his captive's fundament as far as it would go.  Sharma
howled in pain and tried to pull away from the invading,
clawing finger.  But Pete held her fast so that he could dry
ream her out to his heart's content.

     From his place on the floor, Jeff knew instinctively,
even though Sharma may not have known, that Pete was
preparing his mom for an eventual anal onslaught by the
older man at the perverse order of his young owner.  Pete
was getting her primed and ready as it were for the older
man's log invasion later on.  Jeff also knew that if Pete
made him fuck Sharma's butt hole, his own rosette would be
penetrated by the vicious young boy.  Jeff could well
imagine how Pete would think such a salacious daisy chain
was the greatest fun.  And Jeff had to admit that he had
enjoyed being fucked by the boy earlier that evening.  Maybe
he would enjoy it again, especially with his own hungry,
throbbing cock buried to the hilt in his boy owner's mom.

     Sharma twisted her head from side to side and moaned
and screeched out her agony as Pete calmly continued to jab
and scratch.

     "I bet Jeff slut would sure like to have a poke at
this.  Wouldn't he, Mom?  Have you ever thought about what
it would be like to feel Jeff stick his nasty old big boy
cock up your pooper, hmmmmmmm?"

     Sharma barely heard her son's salacious question, so
involved was she in her own pain.  A series of sharp slaps
to her naked and vulnerable butt cheeks returned the
tormented woman to the here and now.

     "Well, have you, Mom?"

     Sharma mustered up what reserves she had left and
answered cruel Pete's question.

     "Nooooooo, Pete.  I have never thought about any full
grown man doing that to me."

     Pete smiled over at Jeff.

     "Hey stud.  Did you hear that?  Mommy slut here is
scared of your man cock.  You can be the first grown man to
fuck her butt hole.  I have to tell you from personal
experience that she's real tight back there.  But I've done
my best to loosen her up a little for you."

     Pete laughed out loud at the meaning of his words.
Then the boy pressed his probing finger even more forcefully
into his mother's rear end.

     "I just love fucking grown up women like Mom in the
ass.  And I'll bet that you will really like doing it to
her, too, once I make you.  She's almost as tight in the ass
as you are."

     Sharma cried out in terror when he heard what Pete
said.

     "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeassssssssssse, Pete.  I'll do whatever
you want me to.  But plllleeeeeaaaaasssssseeeeee, don't make
Jeff do that to me.  Pleeeease don't."

     Jeff, lying there on the floor, had to admit that, with
all this salacious talk about butt fucking going on, he was
slowly warming to the possibility of being ordered by his
boy owner to fuck Pete's mom's butt.  Jeff began to
calculate that if he did exactly what Pete said without any
argument, and played along as if he really didn't want to do
the things Pete compelled him to do, then he could perhaps
get something out of all of this besides Pete punishing him
all the time.  At least if he fucked Sharma's butt, perhaps
Pete would finally allow him to cum.

     Pete looked over at Jeff, lying there, and read his sex
hungry facial expressions like a book.  The boy was sinking
his claws deeper and deeper into the older man's soul.  The
boy suddenly removed his probing finger and wiped its
pungent residue along the inside of his mom's butt crack.

     "I don't know, Mom.  Jeff sure seems interested in
porking your pooper for you.  But maybe he'll be satisfied
with just reaming your nasty old mommy pussy.  That is of
course, if you beg him real nice."

     By now, Sharma was so frantic about keeping Jeff from
invading her tight rear end, that the prospect of his
actually having vaginal intercourse with her did not seem to
be quite the horrible prospect it had been earlier that
night.  Maybe, just maybe, if she begged Jeff really
sincerely to fuck her pussy for her, her son would be
satisfied and not make Jeff fuck her ass after all.  Surely
watching his new male conquest fucking his subbie mom would
be enough of a turn on, even for Pete.  And if it weren't,
maybe Pete would fuck Jeff in the ass as the older man
fucked Sharma's cunt.  Perhaps that would be lewd enough.

     With her mind full of that hopeful thought, the
panicked woman lept off the floor of Jeff's living room, got
down on her knees beside Jeff, and looked as beseechingly as
she could directly over at this man who was the newest sex
slave of her son owner.  As she knelt there, Sharma longed
for more than anything else in the world to be reassured by
Pete that it was within the realm of possibility that,
should she convey both by her words themselves and the
intonation she placed on them just how much she would beg
Jeff to do to her.  She was willing to allow the older man
any liberties with her body that her son thought up just so
long as Jeff refrained from raping her rosette.  Perhaps it
would be possible to persuade her son to relent after all.

     Sharma opened her mouth and said the words as
passionately as she could muster the energy.

     "Jeff.  Please, Jeff.  Please, oh please put that big
penis of yours inside my hungry pussy.  I'm begging you to
fill me up with it right now.  Please.  Sharma slut wants
you to ride me soooooo bad."

     Then the highly agitated woman suited her actions to
her wanton words.  Sharma crawled swiftly over to where her
owner was standing imperiously above her.  She reached her
naked arms out and around his legs and hugged her naked body
to him as tightly as she could manage.  Her upturned face
lay softly against his crotch.  She could certainly feel the
enormous boy cock that she had come to know so intimately
thrusting outward, demanding the freedom to have its way
with her.  Unbidden, Sharma nuzzled her cheek tenderly
against the outthrust member that poked straight out of
Pete's crotch.  She opened her mouth as wide as it could go
and wrapped her lips around it's bulbous head and suckled it
just like a starving infant.

     Pete immediately thrust his hips out so that ever more
of his erection would drive into his mom's wide open mouth.
He groaned and wiggled his hips.  Very soon, a large wet
ooze of precum escaped his pee hole and it was everything he
could do to keep himself from cumming right then and there.

     Sharma felt her son's desperate hunger to ejaculate.
Perhaps, she surmised as she continued to lave his prick
head, if she acted like a real slut for him, she could cause
Pete to cum right then, thereby saving her tight rose from
either Jeff or her son until a later time.

     But Pete was not to be put off from his ultimate goal.
And so he suddenly pulled back from his subbie mom's
tempting lips before she could bring him off orally.

     "Bad Mom," Pete laughed heartily.

     "I thought you said you wanted me to fill up your
pussy, not your mouth; although you'll beg me to do that
too, later tonight.  Won't you, Mom?"

     As he talked, the boy stroked his mom's hair as if she
were some favorite pet, which, of course by now, she was.

     "Now, why don't you crawl back over to Jeff over there
and do to him what you just did to me.  Won't that be fun?"

     "I want to make you happy, Mom.  And sucking cock seems
to make you really happy.  I'm willing to share your mouth
with old Jeff.  He deserves a little treat for being such an
obedient subbie for me."

     Seeing that her stratagem to make her son cum had
failed, Sharma resigned herself to the inevitable, crawled
over to where Jeff was lying on his side on the floor,
reached out her trembling hand, and began groping the cock
of the man her son now owned.  Immediately, Jeff's long,
thick erection sprang out and aimed itself directly at her
face.  But before she could put her mouth on it and force
Jeff into the explosive cum his sex starved cock craved,
Pete took hold of a handful of her hair and jerked her is
away from his man toy.

     "Maybe later, Mom.  If you're real good, I'll let you
suck on it as much as you want.  You seem a little too eager
to get Jeff to cum before I can make him fuck your pooper.
So we'll just wait a little while till he's so horny that I
won't have to make him do it.  By the time I get through
with Jeff, he'll be begging me to fuck you on his own.  And
he'll even beg me to fuck his hole while he does it to you."

     Pete giggled at the reactions of his two sex slaves at
his salacious prediction.  Despite their unwillingness to
admit it, both were secretly looking forward to that time in
the evening when their owner would make them beg him for a
good fucking.  He could see it in their hungry eyes.  Pete
certainly knew his subbies, both of them.  Didn't he?

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