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Dena Dominated 2Dena was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee and going over all that had happened the night before in her mind when Brady came up from the basement wearing only his gym shorts and carrying his laptop. "Good morning." He mumbled running his hand through his hair. "Good morning dear." Dena's mind was running in overdrive as she continued to struggle with what had just happened the night before. The little boy she had given birth to had just come home from the military. She knew he had changed from all his experiences over the last ten years. She played the events of last night over and over in her mind. She wasn't sure who this man was who had just walked back into her life. "Would you like some breakfast?" "That would be great!" Brady poured himself a cup of coffee and then sat down to read the news off his laptop. "Dad still sleeping?" "No. He plays golf every Sunday with some friends." Dena went to work making his favorite breakfast. Brady loved his scrambled eggs with bacon and toast. Brady watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was wearing her bath robe, pulled tight and tied just as tightly. Neither of them talked as Dena made his breakfast. Dena set his plate down with his eggs and bacon and toast next to his laptop. Brady pushed his laptop aside and dove into his breakfast. Dena sat down next to him. "We need to talk about last night. What happened last night was just wrong on so many levels. So many." Brady listened as he devoured his breakfast. He had no desire to carry on a conversation until he'd finished his meal. Nothing worse than cold eggs. "It can never happen again. It will never happen again!" Dena felt herself starting to shake as she confronted the issue of their i****t. "I'm your mother. You're my son. That was so wrong!" Dena rambled on repeating herself as Brady continued to eat. When he finally finished his breakfast, Brady pushed his plate to the middle of the table and slid his laptop back in front of him. "Are you done?" He asked looking at his mother. Dena shook her head. "Good! I was afraid you were going to talk me to death!" "This isn't a joke Brady. Don't you have any regret for what happened last night?" Dena was pleading. He looked at her completely without emotion. "Mom! You have no idea what I've done for the last ten years. All the shit I was ordered to do. All the shit I just did on my own to survive. If you think my conscience is going to bother me because of what happened last night, you better think again. I don't feel guilty about what happened last night. And it will happen again! Did you think I was joking when I said you belonged to me now? Did you?" "No. But I thought. . . ." "You thought what? That you could talk your way out of this? That I would back down from you the way dad has for the last 30 years? That I would somehow come to my senses and say, 'What have I done?' Is that what you thought?" Dena was so flustered she didn't know what to say. "No! I don't know what I was thinking." She looked at him and saw him in a completely different light. "You're not my little boy anymore. You've changed so much." "You have no idea mom." "So what does this mean? What am I supposed to do?" Brady smiled. "You know the answer to both those questions. You just don't want to admit it. It means you belong to me, and from now on you'll do as I tell you." The two stared at each other as the situation Dena found herself in slowly sunk in to her psyche. If she could just look beyond the fact that Brady was her son, he was everything in a man she had always wanted and needed. "OK!" She had no fight left in her. One side of her felt shame and remorse for what she had done to her son last night, while at the same time a part of her longed for it to happen again and again. "May I ask one question?" Brady knew exactly what she was going to ask. "How do we deal with dad?" Dena shook her head. "I don't want to hurt him." Brady shook his head in disbelief at what he'd just heard. "Do you realize how hypocritical that sounds? Did you ever tell yourself that before you met with any of your lovers? You are unbelievable!" Dena hung her head in shame. She knew everything Brady was saying was true. "Please don't be mad at me." She began to sob again. For the first time Brady felt sorry for her and wanted to take her in his arms and hold her tightly. "I'm not mad at you mom. It takes a lot to make me mad." He stood up and stood beside Dena as she sat at the table. He lifted her up by her shoulders and then wrapped his arms around her. The tenderness he showed her was something Dena responded to like a moth to a light. She wrapped her arms around his torso and buried her face in his chest as they held each other tightly. She lifted her face to him hoping he'd respond the way she needed. Brady kissed her passionately as he squeezed her as tightly as he could without breaking pendik escort any ribs. "Tell me what you want me to do." Dena said as the two stared at each other and Brady caressed her face. Brady stepped back, reached for the knot in her robe and pulled her robe apart. He slid the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Dena offered no resistance. She had put on a different nighty since he had ripped the one she had on last night. Her new nighty was black with a plunging neckline. "You are such a gorgeous woman!" Dena smiled. "Thank you! You know how to make a girl feel special." "You're no girl mom! You're all woman!" He slipped her nighty off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor on top of her robe. Her breasts stood out from her body like two mountains. He thought about saying something of what her lovers had seen in her, but decided against it. The past is the past. "You belong to me now." He stroked her tits. "I'm going to do everything to these a man can do to a pair of tits." Dena moaned with need savoring the control Brady was exercising over her. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted and needed that, but was unable to bring herself to say it. "Take your panties off." Without hesitating Dena lowered her panties and stepped out of them, kicking them aside along with her robe and nighty. Dena kept her pussy trimmed. She had kept it that way since one of her lovers had told her he liked it that way. Brady slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her clit. Dena moaned. She was soaked. "Go take a shower. And shave this smooth. From now on, you'll keep your pussy shaved smooth for me. Understand?" Dena groaned with a satisfaction she'd never had before. "Yes I understand. Anything for you baby." "Good girl! When you're done with your shower come down to my bedroom. It's time I take possession of you completely. Dena thought about what was going to happen as she shaved. It was one thing to give your son a blowjob. But now he was going to fuck her. The boy who she had given birth to was now about to fill her womb with his cock and seed. She knew it was wrong on so many levels. Then there were all the consequences and ramifications for each of them, for John, her boys, the family. 'What the hell am I doing?' her mind screamed. Then she thought about how Brady took control of her. How he forced her to do things to him that she expressed revulsion at, yet she craved doing to a man who took control of her. 'Why does it have to be my son?' Dena dried off and dried her hair, put on her robe, then made her way down to Brady's room in the basement. She felt herself being drawn as though she had no will of her own. Brady's control and dominance of her was so intoxicating, she had to have it, even though she knew it would probably be her ruin. Brady's door was open. She stepped inside his room. Brady stepped out of his bathroom and just stared at his mother. He was still wearing his gym shorts. "Lose the robe!" He ordered her. Dena began to shake as she untied her robe and let it drop around her ankles. Last night was something that Brady had forced on her. At least that's what she kept telling herself. This was different. Now she was willingly giving herself to him. She didn't think she'd be able to say 'NO' to anything he demanded of her. Brady walked over to her and stood in front of her. His eyes roamed up and down her body again as it did earlier, inspecting every inch of her sensuous body. He reached between her legs with his hand. Dena gasped as his fingers touched her mound and began to feel it. "Mmmm! Nice and smooth! Just the way I like it." He thought about his next question. He didn't want to denigrate his dad. Yet, that's basically what he was about to do by taking his wife. Brady was struggling with his love for his dad, and yet having a hard time maintaining his respect for him. Especially after dinner last night. "Dad ever go down on you?" Dena was taken back by Brady's question. "I don't want to talk about my sexual relationship with your father." Brady slipped his middle finger inside her pussy and gently pulled her closer to him. "I don't give a damn what you want to talk about." He wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face to his. They kissed like two lovers eager to devour each other. "You belong to me now mom." He reminded her as they breathed heavily in each other's face. "You'll answer every question I ask you." "Yes baby!" Dena panted. "No! Your father never went down on me. He always thought that was gross." "Figures. What about your lovers?" "Two of them did." Brady kissed her again as he rubbed her clit with one hand and fondled her tit with the other. Dena felt all rational thought melting as Brady worked her body like a devoted lover. He broke their kiss and nuzzled her neck. "Well you're going to get çekmeköy escort that a lot from me because I love the taste of a woman." Dena threw her arms around Brady's neck. "Oh God! What are you doing to me!?" "Do you want me to stop?" Brady whispered in her ear, knowing the answer he was going to get. "No! Please! No!" Brady released her. "Go sit on the edge of the bed." Dena walked over to the bed and sat down as she was told. Brady stood in front of her waiting for her to do what she knew she was supposed to do. He also knew she wanted to do it. Dena slid his shorts down, allowing Brady to step out of them and kick them aside. She reached for his nut sack with one hand and began to stroke his hardening manhood with the other. She examined it closely as she lovingly stroked it. She looked up at Brady smiling. "Does that feel good baby?" Brady had been standing with his eyes closed, savoring his mother's touch. He looked down at her and returned her smile. "You know it does." "Good!" Dena said cooing with delight. She dropped her head until her lips were touching the head. She kissed it lightly, licking the pre-cum that was oozing from it. She then slowly slid her lips down the length of his shaft until her mouth was full of his manhood. Brady grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and held her in place. The feel of his cock buried inside her warm, soft mouth was the most incredible feeling he'd ever known. He decided to push the boundaries once again. He knew if he did it long enough and consistently enough, the boundaries would fade completely. "Suck that cock bitch! Suck your new owner's cock like a good cock sucking bitch!" Dena didn't bristle in the slightest at his words. Instead of bothering her, his words had a stimulating effect on her. Is this what she needed all along? How far would she allow it to go? But the real question was did she have any control over how far it will go? She did as her son ordered her. She began to suck his cock with a greater eagerness and desire to please him. Brady let her work his cock like an experienced whore until he felt his orgasm growing. He pulled her off his cock, her mouth making a popping noise as it released his flesh. He turned her head up to face him. "The next load I give you is going home where it belongs." Dena's eyes widened as the reality of what was about to happen settled in. Her psyche kept vacillating between the reality of what she was doing, and the lust of what she wanted to happen. She knew what was going to happen, and she didn't have the will-power to stop it even if she could physically. Brady threw her back on the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. He dropped to his knees on the floor between her legs. He then lifted her legs and pushed them back till her thighs were almost parallel with her torso, exposing her newly shaved pussy and ass. He breathed in her womanhood. He loved the smell of a woman in heat. Then he licked the length of her slit causing Dena to moan. He settled in for what he knew was going to be a long session of pleasuring his mom. Brady sucked her clit into his mouth and began to flick it with the tip of his tongue as he nibbled on it softly between his teeth. Dena's body began to shake as she moaned and squealed. She reached between her legs with both hands and grabbed his head, pulling him into her body as hard as she could. Neither of her previous lovers had ever done to her what her son was doing to her. Her first orgasm washed over her like a tsunami. Her body convulsed and stomach knotted up so tight, she thought she was going to get sick. Brady's mouth stayed locked on her pussy and clit, licking and sucking and nibbling. Every time Dena's body erupted in another orgasm, Brady just intensified his efforts. After what seemed like hours, when it had only been about one hour, Dena began to beg for him to stop. Her clit was so swollen and sensitive that the pleasure was being trumped by a pain she'd never felt before. But then, no one had worked her pussy like this before. Brady ignored her pleas for another 15 minutes and continued eating her till he was satisfied. He finally released her legs and stood up next to the bed. Dena grabbed her legs around her knees and pulled them up to her body, rolling over into the fetal position sobbing. Brady stood there watching her. Now he was going to really take her. He knew he'd be filling her stomach with his seed often enough in the days ahead. Today he was going to fill her womb with it. He wondered if he'd impregnate her. "Are you on the pill?" Brady's question made Dena compose herself and think through what he'd just ask. "What?" "I asked you if you're on the pill?" "No. I had my tubes tied a number of years ago." "Good. Move over!" He ordered her as he climbed onto the bed and laid next to her. Dena moved enough to let him on the bed maltepe escort so he could lay down. Brady lay on his back next to her. "Work your magic on my cock." Dena rolled over and positioned herself so her face was next to his semi-erect cock. She took it in her mouth and nursed it back to full erection. Brady laid there with his hands behind his head watching his mother work his cock like a hungry whore. He knew he had her. Now it was time to seal the deal. "Get up here!" He ordered her. Dena sat up and knelt next to him. "Straddle my cock!" Again, she did as she was told throwing her leg over his hips. She looked at him hesitating. "You know what to do. You want it. So quit acting like you don't!" His words taunted her because he was right. She did want it. Dena grabbed his cock, placed the head at the entrance to her womb and then slowly lowered herself. "OOOOOHHHHHH!! FUCK!" Dena moaned as she lowered herself onto his throbbing meat. She leaned forward and dug her nails into Brady's chest as his cock bottomed out inside her. She began to grind her hips in a circular motion as she humped his cock. She finally opened her eyes and saw her son smiling up at her. He had conquered her and she knew there was no turning back now. "Who do you belong to?" He asked her. The lust in her eyes made her look even more sensuous to Brady. "I belong to you baby." She moaned. "That's right mom! You belong to me! What should I do with you?" Dena slowly increased the humping of his cock. "Oh baby! Do whatever you want with me! I don't care!" Her hair was hanging in her face and her tits were bouncing up and down like two basketballs. "Fuck me baby! Fuck your mama!" Brady groaned as he felt his own orgasm approaching. "Work that cock bitch! You're my bitch now! I'm going to fill you with my cum!" He reached up with both hands and grabbed her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples between his fingers until she screamed in pain. Or was it pleasure? "Cum for me baby!" Dena cried out. "Fill your mom with your cum! Oh baby! Cum for mama!" Dena cried out like some kind of a****l as her orgasm slammed into her. Her body shuddered as her pussy gushed her juices all over his cock. Her nails raked his chest as she screamed and wailed through one of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had. Brady's orgasm hit him as a response to Dena's. Watching her cum and feeling her pussy clenching his cock pushed him over the edge. His cock felt like it was on fire as it shot his seed into her body. Maybe it was the taboo of his fucking his own mother. But whatever it was, he couldn't remember an orgasm that was so intense. He lifted her body off the bed with his hips as he tried to get more of his cock inside her as they fucked like two lovers who couldn't get enough of the other. Brady fucked his mother harder than any woman he'd fucked before. He grunted with every thrust of his cock, lifting her off the bed. Dena finally collapsed on his chest exhausted. The two lovers laid there holding each other trying to catch their breath. The combination of her lust satisfied and the feeling of Brady's seed oozing out of her brought her back to the reality of what they had just done. "What did we just do?" She whispered as she kept her head buried in his chest. She couldn't bring herself to look her son in the eye. She felt that overwhelming sense of shame again. Dena rolled off to his side thinking about getting up, but Brady held her firm until her relaxed. "You know what we just did." Brady stroked her back with his right hand with his arm around her, as he fondled her breast with is left. "I don't want you feeling guilty about anything. Did I just meet a need in you?" Dena lay quietly knowing he had, but not wanting to admit it to him. "I asked you a question." "Yes! You know you did." He had met a need in her. But it wasn't just sexual. It was so much more. All she'd ever wanted was a man she felt safe with. A man that had an inner strength that she could respect. A man that she could give herself to in every way. A man who would take her and use her and dominate her. John had never been that man. She couldn't give one reason she had stayed for the last 30 years. Now she was beginning to think Brady was the reason. That still didn't ease what her conscience was screaming at the moment. "I don't know if I can keep doing this!" She whispered. "You want me to move out and walk away?" Dena's head shot up. "No! Not that! You're home! This is where you belong!" Brady lifted his head to look at her. He wanted her to come to the conclusion that she wanted what they together to continue, and then admit it. "So then how do we go forward from here?" He let her think about her answer as they stared at each other. "Well?" "I belong to you now!" Dena said with resignation. "Is that what you want?" "Yes! More than anything!" "Then tell me what that means for you. And don't play dumb. You know what I want to hear." "That means you own me. I'll be whatever you want me to be, do whatever you want me to do, and submit to your every need." She reached up and touched his face. "I want you to own me baby. Only you." Brady smiled at her. "I love you mom. Now I'm going to keep you as my lover."