My son turned me into an OnlyFans whore | short sex story - degrading - milf

I never thought my life would turn out like this. A widow at 38, struggling to make ends meet, raising two kids on my own. My son, Jack, was always a good kid, but as he grew older, we became closer. We shared everything, our thoughts, feelings, dreams, and fears. But little did I know, my young boy was harboring some dark desires.

One day, Jack came to me with an idea. "Mom," he said, "I think you should start doing OnlyFans. With your looks and experience, you could make some serious money." At first, I brushed it off, embarrassed and ashamed. But Jack insisted, telling me how much potential I had and how proud he was of me.

Reluctantly, I agreed to give it a try. Jack offered to help me set up my account, take pictures, and edit videos. As a single mom, I needed the income, so I couldn't say no. Little did I know, Jack had ulterior motives.

He started by taking tasteful nude photos of me, posed elegantly, showcasing my body without being explicit. But as time went on, his images became more daring, more provocative. He began to direct me, instructing me to pose in ways that highlighted my curves, my cleavage, my ass. It made me feel vulnerable, exposed, but also excited.

Jack suggested we bring in male models to join us. He set up casting calls, vetted candidates, and arranged shoots. Watching him interact with these men, commanding them, guiding them, I realized there was something else going on here. This wasn't just about making money; it was about fulfilling his fantasies. And I couldn't deny that part of me enjoyed it too.

Jack suggested we bring in male models to join us. He set up casting calls, vetted candidates, and arranged shoots. Watching him interact with these men, commanding them, guiding them.

With time, his instructions became more specific, more detailed. He wasn't satisfied with mere penetration anymore; he craved dominance, brutality, and raw passion. He began to guide the men not just on how to fuck, but how to possess, to claim, to conquer.

His directions were clear, precise, leaving nothing to interpretation. "Grab her hair, pull her head back, look her in the eye as you thrust into her," he'd command. "Slap her ass, hard, let her feel your strength." His voice, once timid and hesitant, now rang with authority and conviction.

With each passing session, Jack's commands grew more extreme. "Fuck her harder, faster, don't hold back." His voice echoed in my ears, driving me wild, pushing me past my limits. I surrendered completely, allowing myself to be dominated, used, abused.

As the weeks turned into months, Jack's desires grew increasingly intense. He whispered into my ear, "It's time for something new, Mom. Let them finger you, then fuck you in the ass." Hesitantly, I agreed, feeling the fear and anticipation build inside me. Jack reassured me, "Trust me, Mom. Once you feel that initial fullness, you won't want anything else."

The first man probed my rear entrance, and I winced, fighting through the discomfort. Jack encouraged me, his voice gentle, "Just focus on the pleasure, Mom. It's coming, I promise." Suddenly, the pressure subsided, replaced by a feeling of complete satisfaction. Jack praised the scene, "Perfect, Mom. Just perfect."

Emboldened, the men pounded my ass mercilessly. Jack directed them, his voice growing husky, "Harder, guys. Faster. Make her lose herself in the pleasure." I cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me. Jack grinned, admiring the spectacle before him.

Next, Jack introduced bondage. He tied my wrists, securing them behind my back, and whispered, "This will heighten your senses, Mom. Every touch will feel intensified." I shivered at his words, anticipating the sensations to come. Jack approved, nodding, "Good choice, Mom. Now, let's see how well you handle the restraints."

The men ran their fingers over my naked skin, sending shivers down my spine. Jack ordered, "Tease her, guys. Drive her wild." I squirmed beneath their touches, yearning for release. Jack chuckled, "She's loving it, isn't she?"

Then came the whips and crops, their stinging lashes cutting through the air. Jack instructed, "Watch your form, guys. Be precise, controlled." I gasped, my body trembling under the force of each strike. Jack observed, "Beautiful, Mom. So beautiful."

Finally, Jack introduced water sports. He led me to the bathroom and instructed, "Kneel, Mom. Expose yourself." I complied, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Jack nodded, pleased, "You're brave, Mom. I'm proud of you."

Over time, I saw Jack transform before me. No longer the shy, awkward boy I raised, he evolved into a confident, creative individual. His happiness radiated from him, infectious, invigor. Seeing him content, content with himself, made me happy. More than just a mother, I became his partner in crime, his collaborator, his confidante.