The desire to masturbate fueled by some of mydad's Playboy and Penthouse magazines that he kept in the top of theircloset.Now I am twenty-four and emp...oyed as a computer programmer and for thefirst time I am able to dress whenever I want, and I do every non-working hour. Recently I have been reading stories online about femaledomination and forced chastity and sexual relief denial. This has addedto my fantasy's about being controlled by a dominate woman. I havedated several girls and women. Her hips ground over my now hard cock. My hands moved from her side up to her breasts and I turned my head as she lay hot kisses across my neck. I felt her flick her hips and lift me up, ready to slide down on me.I grabbed her hips, stopping her. God I wanted her to fight me… I knew that if she slid down on me I would be powerless, unable to even think of stopping her until I came inside her…I took a deep breath, my voice coming in pathetic gasps of pleasure. “We can’t. I only had the one. Her hair was unbraided, and flowed in waves of black silk over her shoulders and breasts. Tom’s heart beat a little faster when he pulled back the covers, and she slipped in. Hannah kissed him with minty-fresh breath, and said, ‘Good morning.’ A cool hand slid across his hip. ‘Where’s that nice stiffy you poked me with a few minutes ago?’ She found what remained and then super-sized it with one adept finger, tracing its contour. Tom rolled out of bed. ‘My turn.’ Impatiently, he brushed his. Helen, too, saw stars as her climax reached a crescendo and her nails dug little arcs into her son's back as she thrashed on the bed underneath him. Finally, their mutual orgasm began to ebb, and Mark let go of his mother's legs and slid off to the side, utterly drained. Mother and son wrapped themselves in each other's arms as a peaceful sleep began to descend on them. Mark awoke from a pleasant dream lying on his side with a huge erection wedged between his mother's legs. Glancing over his.