We went out for a drink and she told me her long-term boyfriend wasn't treating her well. I played it cool, let her do the talking, but constantly th...nking of her shapely ass in that tight skirt. Over the next couple weeks, I remained friendly but aloof and I think that's what did it - she was used to getting everything she wanted. Walking to my car after work, I noticed her expensive BMW parked beside mine.It was late, no one else around, and she got out wearing a full-length mink, spike. My son, of course, coming up inside my cunt, my ass and my mouth, but I wasn't going to tell him that, was I? I'd forgotten just how much energy young men have. I think my son's cock must have been erect for the best part of the day, much of it deep inside me I'm pleased to say, and even if it wasn't, his hands were massaging my breasts or his fingers were working their magic inside my cunt or my ass, or I was displaying my body to him in the sluttiest ways I could to get him going again. We. Well I didn’t get the opportunity to earn my degree. Instead I was stuck raising a bastard that I regretted ever giving birth to. I was in his room when I discovered a condom under his mattress. I took out a pin and poked tiny holes through it. I was going to ruin his life just like he ruined mine! He was going to know what it was like for me, all the fucking sacrifices I made for this burden I called my son. I was just about to put the tainted condom back under his mattress when Jimmy. Why did I add the 'slave', now? She flinched."I am your slave?" Her voice was incredulous."Yes," I breathed deeply."Who are you?" She uttered the words in staccato, putting stress on the middle word of the sentence. "Where do you come from?"I hesitated. Feeling an urgent need to control the situation, I shook my head. No... "Why did you return?" Look, You want to own me, and control my life? For real?"I paused. To control every aspect of her life. What she should wear, what she ate, when she.