MASTER IS IGNORING ME

 

MASTER IS IGNORING ME

She stood naked in the park, twirling her hair, bored and disappointed. Of course, the fact that 

her hands were bound together in front of her made twirling her hair very difficult. But drawing 

attention to her bindings, by doing it anyway, was one of the reasons she was doing it. She loved 

attention! And she wasn’t getting any. 

No one was playing with her big beautiful tits, fucking her tight little pussy, spanking her lovely 

ass, or even commenting on good and fuckable any of these things looked, despite that fact that 

they looked so lovely, and ready for use, because she put great effort into ensuring that they did!

 

No, instead her master had gotten into a discussion about a popular movie with several of the other

 “masters”. It was true, they hadn’t seen each other in person in quite some time, but, right in that 

moment, she just wanted petted, or punished, or played with; and she wasn’t sure that 

she cared which. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a boy of 18 wearing a collar with a bell on it. She smiled at 

him and gave him a sexy wink, which, of course, had him blushing fiercely and chiding her with; 

“Mom!” And unlike many of the people who had called her that, he was being both literal, and 

serious. 

She and her husband had a very open, very sexual, and very understanding relationship. They 

ranged all over the kink spectrums, and their Son, of course, experienced a very easy time when 

it came to finding himself, with parents who were so open about sex, and so willing to answer 

sex questions. At work he was competent, dominant, and highly praised. In private he was 

sweet, considerate, and very much liked to be dominated, commanded, and told he was good 

for obeying. But, right in that moment, his own masters (little scamp had TWO), were among the 

crowd that was debating their nerdiest loves, right along with her own. 

“I’m bored”, she said, pouting at her Son. He smiled back at her. He knew her, and he knew her 

games, and he was always good fun for teasing and loving on in equal measure. Of course, 

they’d never done anything truly sexual… but he was very often a lovely sparring partner when it 

came to word games, and because they both switched from sub to dom with relative ease, they 

were often very good at motivating one another. But, as she pouted at her Son, nude, made up, 

and horny as hell; she could not help but notice how large the outline of his cock was against the 

inside of his pants. And she decided that maybe they should play a very different game today. 

She lifted her arms, and in doing so, lifted her plentiful cleavage as she did so. But her target 

was her long beautiful hair. She fluffed it a bit, and asked her Son, “Do I not look pretty enough to 

play with today?” He smirked, she was looking for compliments, and he was feeling generous, 

so he told her how beautiful she looked, and it took no exaggeration on his part to do so. Then 

she leaned forward, and, lowering her voice into a slightly less playful, and slightly more 

seductive tone, she added, “And my body… I mean,” and this time she did very deliberately push 

her breasts together, creating a very large and enticing cleavage line as she asked, “These tits… 

wouldn’t YOU want to fuck them?”

It was dangerous territory, and he gulped. But as he struggled to move his eyes away from his 

Mom’s cleavage line long enough to look at her face and answer, he realized that even 

attempting to lie would just make him look stupid. So he nodded, and admitted, “Yeah Mom. I 

think anyone would.” She beamed for a moment, and stood back upright, but her smile flashed to 

a frown again when she looked away from her Son and back to the “masters”, the chatting men 

and women who were SUPPOSED to be paying attention to her. 

Very plainly, she turned away from her Son, and looked at him over her shoulder stating, “Master 

is ignoring me.” In reply, her Son just nodded. A moment later, she changed the tone of her voice 

again, and in a tone that said very clearly that she was up to no good, she added, “My master 

finds my body very pleasing to look at.” And she smiled over her shoulder at her Son, and batted 

her eyes prettily. He smirked, and admitted, “Well of course he does. Only a fool wouldn’t.” At 

that, her own smile became a wicked grin, and, every so slowly, she bent over at the waste, 

positioned herself in very, “ready to be fucked” position on the table in front of her her, and said, 

“My Master has an incest fetish.” 

Suddenly, her Son was licking very dry lips, and squirming uncomfortably as his ever growing 

erection pressed against his clothes and made it harder and harder to stand properly. He tried to 

say something, but no sound came out. He wasn’t the only one whose attention she was 

drawing. While the masters still had their conversation, more than a few other people were 

drawn to the way she was playing, even if they weren’t sure where she was going with it. 

Then his Mother added, “My Master, in particular, has a fondness for the Mother/Son fetish”. And 

at that, she looked over her shoulder, and met her Son’s gaze. She maintained eye contact, as 

her boy tried to figure out where she was going with all this. He was doing well when he said, 

“Yeah… Um, yes. Mom. It’s really common, a lot of people have that fetish.” But his voice 

cracked a bit when she spread her legs, and in a sultry purr, she asked him, “Oh? How about 

you sweetie? Ever get the urge to shove something into Mommy, and be the one who gets to 

make her moan, and say such slutty, vulgar things?” 

She considered the noises he made in reply to her question to be a yes, and it made her clench 

inside to see him so turned on by her that he could barely speak. She’d set out to be loud and 

teasing so that the masters would hear her and be drawn to the conversation. But she’d gotten 

lost along the way, and now she wanted nothing more than exactly what she was suggesting. 

Still, the masters were her excuse. So, she beckoned her Son to come closer with a nod of her 

head, and when he was standing close enough that he was an unzipped fly away from touching 

her, she told him a wicked little plan in low tones. 

“Look kiddo,” she said with a smile. “We both came here for something we are not currently 

getting, and we both enjoy being bad until we get our way, just as much as our play partners 

enjoy punishing us for it. So… how about we put on a little show, get absolutely EVERYONE’s 

attention, and have some fun while we’re at it?” He looked like the world’s thirstiest man, but she 

could feel that “is this a trap” warning blaring somewhere in his mind. So, she gave one last, 

feather-strength push. “I love you, and I never want to pressure you. So this is a no pressure 

offer. At the same time, I know that a boy as successful as yourself understands the very simple 

concept of not missing a good opportunity when the moment flashes by. So... “ And she grinned 

at the play on words as she teased, “Mommy’s flashing you… and I want you to do something 

about it.” Then she pushed her ass back a bit and wiggled it at him, adding. “Roughly!” with a 

genuine smile, and a bit of a growl. 

At that, he laughed. But she didn’t want his laughter. Right in that moment, she wanted his cock. 

Badly! And as an ever increasing number of the other waiting subs stopped what they were 

doing and watched, she got what she wanted. Her Son unzipped, and it was a sound that sent 

little shudders of pleasure charging through her body. A moment later, the head of a large cock 

began bumping against the outside of her slit, trying to find the right spot; and, her knowledge of 

who that cock belonged to had her moaning in pleasure before they’d even properly started. 

It didn’t take long for the masters to notice. Oh, they’d cast glances from time to time before. To 

check on them, to watch her engage in her usual antics. But no one in the space they’d rented 

out for the day could have avoided her screaming about how good she was getting it, or how 

badly she wanted more. No one made the mistake of thinking that she was being her usually 

showy, over-dramatic self when she BEGGED for him to be rougher with her, and give it to her 

harder. And quite a few of their onlookers began openly masturbating as they heard her 

whimpering for more, and telling her lover that he was “giving it to Mommy so good”, while he 

spread his Mother’s pussy with, “That giant, fucking, teenaged, cock!” 

When her Son finally cried out, and asked, “Can I cum on you?” She was surprised to hear his 

request echoed several times over, from men around her, that she had barely noticed were 

there, in the heat of it all. Nonetheless, she smiled at them, and gave them ALL a blanket, “Yes!” 

that resulted in her own Son cumming on her ass while 4 other men began cumming on her face. 

Honestly, when all was said and done, the table she’d bent herself over was an absolute mess! 

But no one seemed to be complaining. She cleaned up quickly, and gave her boy a much 

deserved hug and kiss, along with heaps of well earned praise! He’d done wonderfully!

Of course… after a few minutes, she and her Son found themselves surrounded by three 

frowning dominants who all looked quite ready to chide the two of them. “I should punish you for 

that,” her own master began. Though, he seemed like he might flake out and ask to watch them 

again instead... just judging from the way he was looking between the two of them. And, frankly, 

she was all too happy that the attention was on them again. 

...That it had taken a groundshakingly fantastic sexual experience to pull it off was just frosting!

 

So, before anyone could forgive them, or take out the riding crop she’d been hoping so badly to 

see just an hour before, she threw a second surprise thought of the day, out into the world. 

“Master…” she said, drawing everyone’s attention. “We were very, very, very wrong; to do what 

we did without the permission of not just one, but all three of you!” They all nodded, but waited for 

the performance to finish before interrupting it. “And… where I live, is also my Son’s childhood 

home. Our living room… our family room that is, is full of fond and loving memories between 

Mother and Son.”

Her head was down, her tone remorseful, and every single one of them was eating it up, even 

knowing full well that the proverbial leash, had 100% changed hands. “I just wonder,” she offered 

timidly. “If you were to bring us back to my place. To that very room. And force my poor Son to 

watch, as the three of you spanked, punished, and fucked his Mother in front of him… how fitting 

a punishment that would be.”

Everyone was looking at her like they were a half second away from panting. So, ever so 

innocently, she brushed some of the hair away from her face, and dared to look up at them, the 

very picture of shy and Motherly sweetness. “Using me like a whore, while my own Son 

watched…” she said, looking away. “That would be the ultimate punishment for me… And… if at 

the end of it, one of you were to position me over his cock. Knowing full well, that in the lusty 

state I would be in by then, that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from sucking him off hard and 

nasty… Well. Can any of you think of a worse punishment, then forcing him, not only to watch 

his own Mother be used like that; but to then be made to participate in GANGBANGING her?” 

Her Son’s masters were a husband and wife, and at that moment, the Husband portion of that 

power couple blurted out “Holy Fuck!” and turned away. He grabbed at his crotch, and moved a 

few paces away to catch his breath and calm down. 

So, even though everyone knew full fucking well that there was no punishment to be had in any 

of it. They carried out her wicked little plan. Her Son began his day hoping for a nice day in the 

park. He thought he would get some petting, and if he was lucky, maybe a little bit of sexy time 

with the couple that he played with at that venue.  

But… 

When the day was over, he’d spent the last 2 hours of it, tied to a chair, with his hands behind his 

back, as he watched 3 people “punish” his beautiful Mother in his real life childhood home. And, 

as the day concluded with them all group fucking her until one of his “masters” informed him that 

he now had permission to cum, but that he would be cumming down his own Mother’s throat, 

before they applied a fresh coat of lipstick to her lips and then guided those lips to his waiting 

cock. Then, well then the rough fucking, of two men double penetrating his Mommy, while she 

did her best to suck him off as they bounced her up and down the length of him, drove him to 

orgasm inside of her. His own Mom. 

So… Yeah… 

It was a strange day for him. And it got even stranger. A few hours later, after everyone had taken 

time to play nice, provide some after care, clean up, and end night on a very positive vibe, he 

found it was just him and his Mom as she went and got him a drink so he could stick around and 

“talk to her about something real quick.” 

He almost spit his drink out seconds after getting it, when his Mom said, “So… you made your 

Mother air-tight tonight, huh?” His demeanor was a bit awkward. He’d almost choked on the 

drink, but his Mom was casual and graceful. She was dressed in a lovely little house dress, with 

not a shackle in sight. She glided around the house while getting dinner ready for when his Dad 

got home.. as if 4 people hadn’t spent 20 minutes cleaning, and picking up furniture that they’d 

knocked over, while loudly fucking her in every conceivable position in their living room.  Still, this 

was the sex life she’d always had, and always wanted. Though, adding her Son had been a big 

surprise, it had also been a pleasant one. So, she took the time as she made dinner to talk about 

the day's events with him, and make sure that he was okay, that he had no regrets, and that they 

were, “still good”. 

When he answered positively to all of the above, she’d absolutely beamed with joy, and then got 

back to making dinner. But, moments before his Dad got home, he made an off-hand comment 

about how hot and dirty it had been seeing her get gangbanged, and at that, she froze, 

mid-action, and turned to him with a wicked grin on her face. “Oh sweetie…” she chided. “That 

wasn’t a gangbang. That was just a few friends having a lovely time. It’s not a gangbang unless 

several people can’t find a place to stand, several more people get creative about ‘where to put 

it’, and it all ends with your Mother’s face and tits so slathered in cum that you either take a photo 

or regret it for the rest of your life.” 

She said it so matter of fact that there was no room for debate. But it was also such an intense 

mental image, that he had no hope of speaking without a few moments to breathe and recover. 

When he had, all he could think to say was, “I… I don’t think I even KNOW that many people who 

are in the community.” Which, made his Mom laugh. Then, seconds before they heard his Dad’s 

keys enter the lock of the front door, his Mother’s hand grasped the new bulge in his pants, and, 

as he drew in his breath through his teeth, she gently stroked him through the material and said 

suggestively;Well then… I think someone needs to make more friends then. Don’t you?” She 

raised her eyebrows at him, and gave him a very unmotherly squeeze, followed by a wink. But 

as her husband’s voice announced to the house that he was home, she was already walking 

back to dinner to check on it. 

As for the Son, well, he found himself truly dedicated to making more friends in the fetish 

community.  MANY, more friends.