Master Plan

Chapter 1: The Sub Test

MomBrakr: Hey. Did you like those pix I posted yesterday?

2ThaMax: ya, they were hot

MomBrakr: Which was your fav?

2ThaMax: the one where he spanks her

2ThaMax: and then especially the one where he fucks her in the ass

MomBrakr: Those are my favs too

MomBrakr: Wanna know a secret?

2ThaMax: what

MomBrakr: I look at those pics w/ my mom

2ThaMax: bs

MomBrakr: Seriously

MomBrakr: She loves them

MomBrakr: Bet your mom would too

2ThaMax: ya, no

MomBrakr: My mom’s a chub sub

2ThaMax: a what

MomBrakr: A chubby mom who wants to be dominated

MomBrakr: Especially by her son

MomBrakr: It's a whole thing

MomBrakr: Maybe your mom’s one too

2ThaMax: ill probly never know

MomBrakr: There’s an easy way to find out

2ThaMax: what is it

MomBrakr: Come up to her when she's sitting down 

MomBrakr: and then look her right in the eyes

MomBrakr: If she looks down that means she's a sub

2ThaMax: What if she doesnt

MomBrakr: Then she's not a sub

MomBrakr: But try it

2ThaMax: if she looks down then what

MomBrakr: Tell her to stand up

MomBrakr: Don't ask her - tell her

MomBrakr: If she does it then you'll know for sure

2ThaMax: what if she does it

2ThaMax: what should I do then

MomBrakr: Don't go too crazy right off

MomBrakr: Look at her body all over while she's standing there

MomBrakr: Like really ogle her

MomBrakr: and make sure she sees you looking

MomBrakr: If she doesn't say anything then you can feel up her tits and ass

2ThaMax: srsly?

MomBrakr: It’ll work

MomBrakr: Just take it slow

MomBrakr: Then you can do more every day

MomBrakr: Pretty soon you'll be fucking her and making her suck your dick

2ThaMax: Wow

2ThaMax: I guess ill try looking her in the eye tonight and see what happens

MomBrakr: Awesome

MomBrakr: Let me know how it goes

***

Max turned off his laptop and closed it. He wasn’t normally one to live-chat with strangers, especially on porn sites, but MomBrakr seemed to be into all the same stuff Max was into. Plus, he didn’t show any signs of being a creeper, like asking Max for any personal info.

But surely, MomBrakr was bullshitting him about the “chub sub” thing. Especially when he suggested that Max’s mom was one of these chub subs. 

Max did sometimes fantasize about his mother, because she was one hundred percent his type. But even if chub subs were real, and even if she was one, surely she wouldn’t want to get dommed by her own kid. That only happened in porn, right?

Then again, all Max had to do to find out if MomBrakr was right was catch his mom when she was sitting down, look her in the eyes, and see how she reacted. That seemed pretty low-risk.

***

Nicole was pleased with herself. The previous evening, she'd searched the web and managed to find some pictures she thought Max would like, then uploaded them to XHub via her recently created Mombrakr account. Then, right after work that day, she'd sat in her car and had her little DM conversation with Max. It was their third such dialogue so far; Nicole's alternate persona had introduced himself to Max a week earlier as another, slightly older boy with similar sexual interests to Max's. 

What was perfect about doing this on XHub was that every page was rimmed with explicit ads, so there was no way Max would open it with Nicole in the room. That would make it easier to keep her secret identity secret.

Being a working, functionally single mom (her ex-husband lived three hours' drive away and only took Max for one weekend a month), Nicole usually made weeknight dinners as easy on herself as possible: pasta with jarred sauce, romaine topped with frozen chicken tenders heated in the toaster oven, that sort of thing. 

But this evening, even though it was Tuesday, Nicole was making vegetable stew from scratch. What was more, instead of chopping the veggies at the kitchen counter as usual, she did it sitting at the kitchen table. And she didn't start until just before the time when Max usually finished with his homework and came downstairs.

So when Max entered the kitchen that evening, he found his mom sitting there, slicing bell peppers.

This is my chance, he thought.

A part of him didn't want to do it. What if it didn't work? Not only would it make for an awkward moment with his mom, but he was just now realizing how deeply disappointed he would be. Maybe he should wait.

But the thought of putting it off and then being disappointed seemed even worse. And chickening out and never trying at all would make him hate himself.

So, without a word, he looked his mother straight in the eye. She looked right back at him.

And then she looked down and away.

Holy shit, Max thought.

He knew what he was supposed to do next. But what if it didn't work? What if his new online “friend” was just dicking around with him, setting him up to get yelled at? But he couldn't not try.

“Stand up,” Max said.

Wordlessly, his mom got up out of her chair and stood, still looking down.

Now, Max had reached the hard part. The sexual part. The part where potentially he could make his mom really pissed off at him. But he'd come this far. Besides, the potential rewards outweighed the risks.

So he looked at his mother's body, in a way he'd only looked when she was asleep or otherwise not paying attention. His gaze traveled down her face and neck to her chest, where Max allowed his eyes to linger on her plump breasts. Then they traveled down her waist, her hips, her legs.

His mother said nothing. So he moved around behind her and ogled her plush ass. She didn't look back at him, but Max guessed that she knew where his eyes had landed.

And now it was time to take the next, even harder step. Max was glad he was behind his mom now; this seemed easier to do if he wasn't looking at her face.

He put his hands on her shoulders. Then, slowly, he slid his hands down onto her collarbones. She said nothing, but he could feel her body start to vibrate a little.

This is it, he thought.

Slowly, he moved his hands farther downward, until his fingertips found the place where the twin slopes of his mother's big breasts began. Then he crossed that border and traced the arcs of her plump, almost spherical tits down and down, going ever so slowly, until his fingertips felt the protruding hardness of her large nipples, making themselves felt through both blouse and bra. His mother gasped.

He's doing it. I can't believe it, he's really doing it! Nicole thought.

She wanted to strip off her blouse and bra and let him do anything he wanted with her tits. But showing eagerness this soon could easily scare him off—or, at the very least, turn this into a vanilla sexual relationship instead of the master-slave one Nicole wanted. So now, she needed to put up a little resistance.

“S- Sweetheart,” she said haltingly. “I...we...we shouldn't…”

And then Max found himself saying, in barely more than a whisper, “Of course we should.”

His fingers paused there, feeling his mother's stiff, thick nipples through her top. He didn't know how long he did it, because it was so amazing that he lost track of time. But he didn't want to ruin things by overdoing it. So, abruptly, he took his hands away and straightened up.

“Call me when dinner's ready,” he said, and walked out of the kitchen.

Then he went upstairs and jerked himself off to the most powerful orgasm of his life.

***

That night, Nicole closed her bedroom door, then bit her fist to keep from screaming in excitement.

He did it, she thought again. He actually did it! 

This breakthrough was nothing short of marvelous. If Max was willing to fondle her breasts, even if only through her blouse, then she would almost surely be able to get him to do more. Probably a lot more. But she would have to keep the pace slow—both to keep from scaring him off and so that she could savor every new experience.

God, I'm such a slut, she thought with a thrill. I can't wait to become Max's sex slave. My son's sex slave. 

Nicole stripped naked, and as she did, she imagined Max standing in the doorway, watching. Then she lay down on her bed, spread her legs wide, and reached down between them.

Make me touch myself, Max, she thought. Make me pleasure myself in front of you.

She grasped one of her breasts and fondled it, rubbing her stiffening nipple with her thumb as she used her other hand to rub her clit. In her mind, she was putting on a show for him.

Are you going to watch me rub myself to orgasm? she thought. Or are you going to take me?

She imagined him naked, his cock hard. And she again pictured him mounting her confidently, thrusting into her cunt like he owned it, like he owned her. She imagined how his cock pumping inside her would feel, while his chest pressed down against her tits and his hips thrust powerfully between her thick, wide-open thighs.

Before she knew it, she was coming so hard that she had to bite her pillow to keep from screaming. Because there was nothing more exciting than finding out that her greatest sexual fantasy could soon be much more than a fantasy.