Submissive mom

I'm a slut and I love being a slut.

When I was married I always tried to get nasty with my husband and have him treat me like a slut.

He would get a little dirty.
But, he would never just control me and use me.

We had decent to good sex.
But, never great sex.

He never had it in him to just use my body for his pleasure.

That is part of the reason we got divorced I think.

Besides, we started dating young and I got pregnant young.

It was just a recipe for disaster from the beginning.
We both tried and I think we tried too hard for too long.

I never believed he cheated on me the whole time we were married and I never cheated on him.

It just wasn't meant to be.

When we divorced it was pretty quick and easy.

We didn't own anything or have anything. So there was nothing to split.

The only thing we truly had together was our son. He was sixteen and he was getting ready to graduate high school in a couple of months.
So I didn't ask for any support of any kind.

My husband asked me after our divorce was finally what I was going to do.

I figured since our son was moving to Missouri with my folks to work on the farm I might as well go myself.

Besides, I didn't have enough money to make it on my own.
I figured Carson and I could live in one of my parent's rental houses.

Carson unlike his father has a controlling streak in him.

Carson is deliberate and to the point.

So I got to thinking one day after we had been home for almost a year.

If I could nurture his controlling streak.
Teach him how to use it without being a prick or overbearing I might be able to get what I was wanting.

I'm pretty submissive when I want to be.
I tried it with my husband.
But, he's not the dominating type.

But, with a little with my son could be.

I'm not much of a housekeeper.

I'll do dishes if I have to.
But, if I can get away from not doing them I won't.

If I don't have to.
I won't shower every day either.

I guess I'm kinda lazy.

Carson is nothing like his father or me.
He is clean and neat.
With a schedule.

I didn't know how to really go about letting Carson control me.

So I bought started looking things up online about being a sub.
There were all sorts of information on the subject.

The first thing I did was start seeking his approval on things.

That was also the main thing I got out of what I read.

Once was confident I could do some things I started putting them in motion.
Starting with breakfast.

"Carson? How would you like your eggs?" I asked standing erect looking at him.

"Over easy." He answered not looking at me.

"How many eggs would you like?" I asked.

"Four." He answered again not looking at me.

Dutifully I cooked him his breakfast.

Setting his breakfast in front of him I stood behind him at the counter watching him.

"How is your breakfast," I asked.

"You did good." He answered.

Every morning for a week was the same thing.

I also started doing other little things to get his approval.

"Ponytail, pigtails, curled or straight?" I would ask him each morning about my hair and let him decide.

Straight became my work hair with no make-up.

I only worked three days a week six hours a day.
It was perfect for me.

For two weeks I asked Carson as I got ready for work about my hair before I stopped testing the waters.

I wanted to see what he would do and changed it up just a bit.

"Ruth Anne, you should straighten your hair before you go to work," Carson said as we stood in the kitchen.

"Yes sir," I answered submissively as I headed back to the bathroom to do as I was told.

"Good girl." He answered smiling when I returned to the kitchen with my pussy wet.

I learned when he took me to town I was to have makeup on and my hair curled.

Pigtails and ponytails around the farm.

I also started letting Carson start choosing my clothes for me.

My work clothes were jeans and a t-shirt which were required for my job.
But, I let Carson decide on what type of jeans and the shirt.

"I can't decide on what to wear." I texted him the first time as I picked out several outfits to wear sending him pictures.

He chose a pair of red shorts with a white button-up.

"Pigtails or ponytail?" I sent him.

"Ponytail."

I didn't have the guts yet to ask him about my bra and panties.

"You look nice." Carson smiled as I climbed up in the big tractor with him.

"Thank you. Maybe you should pick out all my outfits for now on." I smiled.

"You lay them out and I'll pick them out." Carson smiled as we bumped across the field.

The next morning I did just exactly as I was told and laid out four pairs of shorts.
Four pairs of jeans and multiple shirts for him to look at.

When I entered my bedroom after breakfast there folded neatly on the end of bed laid a pair of shorts and tank top.

Happily, I showered and dressed.

For almost a month this went on.
When I got home there laid my clothes to wear and a note about my hair.

Carson was the one that started deciding on my makeup.

As this went on I asked Carson more and more for his permission on everything I did.
From what time to leave for work to what time I should shower and go to bed.
I asked about everything before I did it.

I knew it was time to move on to bra and panties.

Laying out the bra and panty sets I thought he might like I took pictures of them and sent them to him.

"Buy the white set, the tan set, and the black set." He sent back.

Now I have a decent body.
I'm no model by any means.

I stand 5'5" with a 44-28-42 figure with a set of 44E tits.
I'm blonde-haired and blue-eyed with thin lips.

I knew it wouldn't be long now till I was on my knees sucking Carson's big cock.

I hadn't diddled myself in a long time.
Well over a year. Maybe longer.

I wanted to be as tight as I could possibly be for Carson when he fucked me.

I wasn't positive.
But, I kinda guessed Carson to be around seven and a half inches.
I knew he was thick.
I wasn't sure how thick.
But, I knew he was gonna stretch me out good.

I sent Carson a message before I left the store and one when I pulled in the drive.

"I'll be there in twenty. Be wearing cut-offs, a white t-shirt, and your lace-up boots." He sent me back.

"Anything else?" I messaged him back.

"Pigtails, lipstick, and eyeliner."

"Yes sir." I sent back to him.

"Good girl." He replied making me feel like a million dollars.

The cut-offs I chose were a bit tight and a bit short and the shirt was almost to small for me.

I guess since we were going to my parents' house I should have chosen a different outfit.
But, I wanted to show Carson my body.

My mother asked me what was going on between Carson and me when we were alone.

I lied and told her nothing and she called me out on it.

"Ruth Anne, are you fucking him?" She asked in her no-bullshit tone.

"No, we have never done anything like that," I told her in truth.

"Ruth Anne. I know what a horny woman looks like and if you aren't screwing Carson. You're wanting to awfully damned bad." My mother said looking at me. "It's written all over your face." My mother finished.

"What if I do want to fuck him?" I asked in contempt.

"I'm not judging, even though it is wrong. I can't blame you or him.
Besides, it looks like he is good for you." My mother said with her approving look.

"Well, mom. He treats me good and he has never once disrespected me." I smiled at her.

"Of course not. You are his mother. But, you start spreading your legs for him that may change." My mother said in a hard tone making me think about what I was doing.


"Carson, you know I have feelings and I get hurt easily don't you," I told him on our drive home as we bumped across the pasture.

"I know this." Carson smiled at me.

"Your father never respected me.
I don't ever want that again." I said in a soft tone.

"I will never disrespect you, Ruth Anne," Carson said in a serious tone.

"I also never want to be taken for granted again," I told Carson.

"That won't happen." Carson smiled. "I need you as much or more than you need me." He finished.

As normal Carson had had enough of what was going on.

"Ruth Anne? What exactly is going on?" Carson asked me as we continued to bump across the pasture.

I thought for a long minute before I answered him.

I started to just play it off and let it go.
But, I couldn't. It just wouldn't let me.

"I'm a submissive. I want to be told what to do. When to do it. I want to wear and how to act. I want to be controlled and I want to serve." I blurted out scared to death.

"I see." Carson mused. "So what does that mean for you and I?" He asked a bit complexed.

"Just that. I want you. You only to control me. I do as you wish." I told him in a serious tone.

"Is that why you ask me about everything before you do it?" Carson questioned.

"Yes," I answered. "I want your approval to do stuff."

"Owned? What does that mean?" Carson asked a bit confused?

"Well, I'm yours to do as you please with.
I'm to serve you as you see fit." I answered a bit worried.

"I'm confused." Carson chuckled.

"Well, sweaty. You know how I ask you about what I should wear and my hair. It's like that. But, more." I smiled.

I knew Carson was thinking about it.

"There are rules though," I told him just to make sure no lines were crossed.

"What kinda rules?" He asked.

"No public humility. No abuse. No disrespect. You treat me like a woman should be treated. Like gold." I smiled at him.

I knew the moment of truth was coming and he was going to want to test the waters.

"I see. So, you do as I ask." Carson asked in thought.

"From my dress to feeding you and everything in between." I smiled proudly.
"Carson there is a lot of woman in me that needs to get out and be used." I finished looking at him.

I could see the wheels turning.
So I took control to get things going.

"So, if you to me to lean over in the seat and suck your dick. Being the good girl I am. I would do it," I smiled a bit nervous.

"So you will give me a blow job?" Carson quizzed.

"You dont have to ask. You tell me you want a blowjob. You get a blow job." I smiled.

"Mom? Is this right." Carson asked.

"Do you want me to suck your dick? Just say the words." I grinned.

"Ruth Anne come over here and suck my dick, please?" Carson said nervously.

"You don't have to say please." I smiled. "And you will never call me mom again. It's Ruth Anne, slut, bitch, whore, or whatever. But, never mom again."

Leaning over in the seat with my ass in the air, I put my hand in his lap and unbuttoned his pants. Pulling his hard cock out I opened my mouth and started sucking him off.

Unlike my husband.
I sucked Carson's dick till he came in my mouth. Then I made sure I cleaned him.

"Did that suit you sir?" I asked as I set up in my seat looking forward submissively.

"Yes. It very much suited me." Carson smiled.

"Is there anything else I can do for you, my lord?" I asked as we pulled in the drive.

"Go stand on the porch and strip." Carson smiled.

I knew he was seeing what I would do.

"What should I do with my clothes after I strip, sir?" I asked obediently.

"Fold them and set them on the table next to the door." Carson smiled.

"Yes sir," I answered feeling my pussy start to ache.

Giving my ass a good sexy wiggle I walked to the front door.
Turning and facing Carson I started taking off my clothes folding them as I went.

"Bra and panties also." Carson smiled at me.

"Nice. Turn and let me see you." Carson smiled once I was fully naked.

Happily, I slowly turned giving him a good view of my body.

"Do I please you, my Lord?" Asked scared he wouldn't like my chubby body.

"Yes, you please me very much." Carson grinned at me.
"But, we will have to do something with that bush." Carson finished.

"Would you like me to take care of that right now sir?" I asked.

I was so horny he could have fucked me right there and most of me wanted him to.

I didn't care how wrong it was the things I was doing.
That no longer mattered to me.
What did matter to me was pleasing Carson?

"No. We will deal with it later. Now go stand in the living room." Carson smiled.

Standing in the middle of the living room Carson walked up to me and looked me in the eye.

"Undress me." He smiled gently.

Starting with his shirt I started undressing him.

When I went to stand after pulling off his boots he put his hand on top of my head.

I knew what he wanted.
He wanted that sexy cock of his sucked again.

Gently he moved his hand on the back of my head and pulled my mouth to his now erect prick.
I didn't resist.
I opened my mouth and took his cock.
I don't stop until his balls pushed into my chin.

There I was thirty-one years old squatting in front of my seventeen-year-old son sucking his dick for a second time in less than an hour hoping he would cum in my mouth again.
He was owning me like I wanted to be owned.

I sucker him with no hands until he told me he made me quit.

Sitting down on the couch, Carson looked at me and motioned for me to come to him.

Walking over I looked at Carson waiting for directions.

"I want to suck them big tits while you fuck my cock with your tight pussy."

Smiling I climbed up on his lap and inserted his hard prick in my wet pussy and held my tits up for him to enjoy.

It was the most erotic sex I ever had in my life.
I had never come so much or so hard ever before.

After I forget how many cums I looked at Carson.

"Can I suck your dick, sir?" I asked with a labored breath.

"Yes." He moaned in pleasure.

I didn't get on my knees I just stepped back leaned over and started deep throating him.

Shoving his cock into my throat I would use my throat muscles to milk his cock till I started gagging.

My face was flushed and my hair was a mess and tears ran down my face.
But, I wasn't about to give up.
I was going to fuck him as long as he wanted to fuck.

When he pulled me back up on his lap I looked him in the eye as I rode his mighty prick.

After another good cum I looked at Carson with need.

"Would you like to fuck my asshole, Sir," I asked with want.

Grabbing my hips Carson picked me up off his cock.
Reaching between us, I lined his hard dick up with my asshole.
Looking at Carson he started lowering me down.

Unlike my pussy.
I had been conditioning my asshole.
I bought several different sizes of butt plugs and would wear them throughout the day.

But, Carson's girth was still very big.

"Fuckkkkkk!" I cried as his large dickhead stretched the rubbery ring of my asshole boring into my guts.

I think I scared Carson a bit.
Because he instantly quit pulling down on my hips.

I didn't stop holding his shoulders, I just dropped using my weight to my advantage, shoving his cock into my asshole ripping it open.

"Jesus motherfucker!" I almost screamed as Carson looked at me.

Picking myself up a bit I did it again shoving his thick cock deeper into my asshole.

"Shitttttt!" I spat with big eyes as the pain emitted from the ring of my asshole holding onto Carson.

Grabbing me Carson pulled me to him.
I thought he was going to power into from his position.
But, he had other and better plans.

Standing up.
Carson turned around as I clung to him with most of his cock shoved in my asshole.

Leaning over he laid me on the couch and grabbed my ankles.

I knew what was coming.
I wanted it.
Jesus did I want him to take control and fucking own me.

Bending over he spat on the part of his cock sticking out of my asshole.

I instantly reached down and rubbed his saliva around his large rod and smiled at him.

"Mother fucker!" I all but screamed as he pushed hard onto my guts.

Pulling back, giving me a touch of relief.
He shoved back into my hard again.

The third time I felt his large nuts smash into my ass cheeks.

Grabbing my ankles I looked at Carson with desperation.

"Screw me in my slut asshole. Screw me like the slut bitch I am!" I spat.

Carson grabbed me at the crotch of my knees and shoved them to my sides and started pumping into me hard and fast.
As I stuck my elbows in my knees to watch his cock disappear in my gaping asshole.

"Finger you nasty cunt!" Carson spat at me.

"Yes, master!" I whimpered as I shoved three fingers into my sloppy cunt.

It was a first for me.
I couldn't believe how well I could feel his cock sliding into my guts.

It turned me on even more than I was.

I knew Carson wouldn't last long at this pace.

But, I was gonna let him go as long as he wanted.

As Carson fucked my asshole I shoved a fourth finger into my cunt and pushed my hand into myself as deep as I could.

That was the first time I squirted in my life.

Carson didn't last much longer after that and blasted my asshole full of cum.

I wanted to suck his dick afterward.
But, I passed because I hadn't cleaned myself as I had seen in the videos.

I love sucking dick.

"Ruth Anne. I think we need a shower." Carson smiled as I lay on the couch panting.

"I believe you are correct." I smiled setting up.

Lifting a leg I farted out large was of Carson's jizz making us both laugh.

I honestly thought for a moment Carson might have me lick it up.
But, he didn't.

That would come later.

Carson and I showered together where I gave him another deep throat blowjob.

"I love sucking cock." I told Carson as he held me tight.

"I love getting my cock sucked." Carson chuckled.

"Carson, would you please take me to my bed and screw me?" I asked submissively.

"You mean our bed don't you." Carson smiled.

"Yes sir. Our bed." I smiled happily with our new arrangement.

Carson did as I asked and took me to our bed and screwed me good for over an hour bringing me to several very nice orgasms.


Since then, I've looked like the freaky bitch in the porn movies with my eyeliner running down my cheeks, with cum and spit all over her more than once.

I've set on my knees with my mouth open as Carson jacked his wad all over my face.

I've sucked Carson clean after he has nutted my asshole full of cum and gave him countless rim jobs.

I've had both my pussy and asshole fist fucked and fisted myself while Carson watched.

We now have a spanking bench and swing, along with a whole assortment of toys.

One of my favorites is wifi.

If I'm wanting it and it isn't in my note or laid out with my clothes sometimes I'll call Carson and ask him if there was anything else I was supposed to have on.

Sometimes he'll let me have it.
Sometimes not.

But, he never fells to get me off.

It was almost a year later when I ate my first pussy.

Carson and I were on a movie date.
Carson was in the restroom when this woman about my age came over and started talking to me.
I could tell by the look in her eye she was interested in me.

She ended up seeing the same movie as we were and set with us.

I told Carson the next morning I was a one-man woman.
He agreed with me.

We dont have threesome all that often.
But, they are fun to keep things interesting.

Carson as of late has been making noise about a son.

I'm not sure about that.
I've gone through great lengths to not have another baby.

To be continued