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Preview from chapter one
They say that the bonds of kinship are stronger than steel, but I’ve always preferred silk rope. White, fat, slippery: it slid so easily across his wrists I could have tied him tighter, but I wanted him to feel every loop and twist, every tightening. The four-poster was hardly regulation furniture, but it would do for my son’s initiation. I had him faceup, splayed just enough to keep a constant, insidious tautness in the bindings. His skin already bore lurid roses from the first tightening, and his eyes flickered with a delirious blend of dread and need as I cinched the last knot.
"Comfortable?" I asked. My tongue flicked across my lower lip; I was more animal than mother, now. This had been on my mind all day, chasing away every attempt to be productive. Now that it was here, I was shaking so hard I wasn’t sure if I could do it. “Shaky” and “dominant” just don’t go together.
Chad choked a little around the harness-gag. It was a strapon in miniature designed to attach to a human face. A small dick-shaped protrusion fit into his mouth while the larger one stuck up from his face obscenely. It was an odd toy, but I liked the way it functioned. Chad would be completely unable to talk, have enough in his mouth to keep him from biting his tongue and still feel a little dirty, and of course, the seven inches rising from his face was perfect for my pleasure. It even had a loop to hold a bullet vibe right on my clit.
I checked everything one last time. Circulation was good. Range of motion was practically nil. I looked down into my son’s eyes and stroked his hair. “I love you, Chad,” I told him. “This is how we’re going to be with each other now. Be a good boy. There’s only one rule for you tonight. Don’t come in your mother’s mouth.”
He nodded his understanding and I kissed his forehead. Then I swung one leg over his face, practicality over ceremony. My knees bracketed his skull, and as I settled onto the ridged ridge of the stumpy dildo, the first shudder overtook him. I could have laughed at the predictability; the pulse at his throat triggered every sadistic instinct dormant in me since his birth.
The dildo was a good thickness, and I was slick. I let my weight bear me down on it. Chad coughed and slurped around the edges of the mouthpiece. Apparently, his end moved when mine did. The idea I was also fucking my son’s mouth was strangely arousing. Or perhaps it was the mood I was in. Either way, I enjoyed it, and I moaned as I ground against the humming vibe.