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“While Hubby’s Away…”

No sooner had the Uber carrying my husband disappeared past the horizon, and I put my plan into motion. 10 days of a work conference left me at home with the kids. I had big plans for them. I’d been fooling around with my daughter for a while; we were close enough that our hugging and closeness never aroused suspicion in the house… but my son… that would be a new challenge. He’s on the football team. Outgoing. Doesn’t like being hugged by his Mum. Masculine through and though.

He had, though, gotten to the point in his college studies where his teachers were sending me emails about how he is not living up to their standards. Fooling around in class. Flirting with the girls. Teachers sometimes. Grades well below par. I told Hubby I’d talk to him about it and to expect our son to be a little subdued and well-behaved when he got home from his trip.

He was sleeping like a baby as I entered his room. I pulled by breasts from my top and let them hang over him. Snaking a finger into my panties, I played… that always gets the milk flowing. Once a few drops hit his lips, he instinctively licked… and the ingestion commenced. I smiled as I saw him unwittingly become mine, but an unexpected shudder of my own caused a splash to land on his closed eye… that stirred him awake.

“Good morning, sunshine…” I said… as casually as I could.

“Mom? Oh… what the….” as he saw his own mother’s bare breasts hanging above him. He shot up and sat against his headboard. “What the hell are you doing?”

His eyes never left my breasts. A good sign.

I massaged some more milk onto my fingers, and… testing the waters… brought them to his lips. His eyes and brain were screaming ‘NO’ but his mouth opened obediently and I sighed as I felt his tongue clean my fingers of their milky coating.

“Swallow it…” is all I said.

“Now that I have your attention… you’re failing college. Your teachers are spamming my inbox with messages that you’re not focused. You spend too much time chasing pussy and getting laid, rather than focusing on what is important. Your future. So… I have to calm those male urges… not completely… but have you look at girls in a new, more appreciative, submissive way.”

Yes, I said submissive. I meant it.

“I’m doing fine, Mum. Those teachers have it out for me!”

“Oh?” I retorted. “Miss Chambers being hit on by you in the evening? Trying to get in your own teacher’s panties? And *they* have it out for you. You need to be respectful to women….”

And with that, I pounced. Sat on his lap straddling his torso, I forced my breast into his shocked mouth. Pressing him against the headboard so he couldn’t move, I commanded him.

“Drink… drink my milk. If I don’t feel your mouth suckling me in 5 seconds I will hurt you. I don’t want to. But I will….” as images of me spanking him as a young boy flooded my brain. My panties getting wet.

He must have remembered as I felt him. Suckling. Drinking. Erratically at first, but then he settled into a smooth, structured, robotic motion. I moaned audibly as I knew he was mine. Whispering encouragement… “good boy…. drink it all…. you want mummy to help you… let me train you as you need to be trained… you’re going to get pussy… but you’re going to be respectful and treat every woman you meet as your superior… you’ll get pussy only if they grant it to you… not because of your male ego or expectations….”

A full 10 minutes and swapping the breast he suckled, he sat there… mouth open… dazed… glazed over eyes. “Take off your clothes. Kneel on your floor.” I commanded him. He obeyed without so much as a questioning eye.

He had a nice sized cock. I could see how he was doing well for himself. We would be keeping that functional but it would only see pleasure if we granted it.

Yes, we… as my daughter walked in. A full 2 years younger than he. We were both fully dressed to lay the groundwork. Him naked at all times. He would only see breasts, ass, and pussy if we granted it to him.

“Do not think of him as your brother any more. He is our play toy. He will do whatever we tell him and he will not pleasure himself in any way unless we expressly command him to.”

Even though my daughter knew of my plan, she was still shocked to see her older brother in this way. We both sat on the bed. I nodded to her. She timidly brought her foot to his face… “lick it, please…” she said, embarrassed. “Be more authoritative… command him…” I coaxed. She nodded. “Lick my toes… Now….” I smiled. He opened his mouth and took her dainty toes inside and suckled them like nipples.

She giggled but I could tell she was still nervous.

“Suckle me… you’ll get more courageous….”

She complied and I let her take about 1 minute worth of milk. Afterward she licked her lips, smiled, and stood to remove her shorts and panties.

“Let’s see how well he knows his way around a woman….” she said, as she snapped her finger and pointed to her smooth mound. “Worship my pussy. Now…” she commanded him. When he began to make his way between her legs, I shuddered. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stood and stripped as he tasted his sister’s pussy for the first time. Her eyes were looking at me in a lustful stare I’d never seen before… her mouth hanging open. I could tell I empowered her.

“Moan… let him know he’s doing well if he is… he needs training… guide him if he is not to your standards… he needs to eat pussy perfectly and make it about the woman he is worshiping and not his cock…”

She giggled. “He’s going to need a lot of practice….” as she winked.

I smiled as I began exploring his body… my fingers probing him everywhere… I had plans for him. We had plans for him.

Yes, we would help him through college. We both would. But today, it was all about our pleasure and his introduction to the new female led household we both dreamed of.

** Picture used with permission from @julietmommy1978 **

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“While Hubby’s Away…”

No sooner had the Uber carrying my husband disappeared past the horizon, and I put my plan into motion. 10 days of a work conference left me at home with the kids. I had big plans for them. I’d been fooling around with my daughter for a while; we were close enough that our hugging and closeness never aroused suspicion in the house… but my son… that would be a new challenge. He’s on the football team. Outgoing. Doesn’t like being hugged by his Mum. Masculine through and though.

He had, though, gotten to the point in his college studies where his teachers were sending me emails about how he is not living up to their standards. Fooling around in class. Flirting with the girls. Teachers sometimes. Grades well below par. I told Hubby I’d talk to him about it and to expect our son to be a little subdued and well-behaved when he got home from his trip.

He was sleeping like a baby as I entered his room. I pulled by breasts from my top and let them hang over him. Snaking a finger into my panties, I played… that always gets the milk flowing. Once a few drops hit his lips, he instinctively licked… and the ingestion commenced. I smiled as I saw him unwittingly become mine, but an unexpected shudder of my own caused a splash to land on his closed eye… that stirred him awake.

“Good morning, sunshine…” I said… as casually as I could.

“Mom? Oh… what the….” as he saw his own mother’s bare breasts hanging above him. He shot up and sat against his headboard. “What the hell are you doing?”

His eyes never left my breasts. A good sign.

I massaged some more milk onto my fingers, and… testing the waters… brought them to his lips. His eyes and brain were screaming ‘NO’ but his mouth opened obediently and I sighed as I felt his tongue clean my fingers of their milky coating.

“Swallow it…” is all I said.

“Now that I have your attention… you’re failing college. Your teachers are spamming my inbox with messages that you’re not focused. You spend too much time chasing pussy and getting laid, rather than focusing on what is important. Your future. So… I have to calm those male urges… not completely… but have you look at girls in a new, more appreciative, submissive way.”

Yes, I said submissive. I meant it.

“I’m doing fine, Mum. Those teachers have it out for me!”

“Oh?” I retorted. “Miss Chambers being hit on by you in the evening? Trying to get in your own teacher’s panties? And *they* have it out for you. You need to be respectful to women….”

And with that, I pounced. Sat on his lap straddling his torso, I forced my breast into his shocked mouth. Pressing him against the headboard so he couldn’t move, I commanded him.

“Drink… drink my milk. If I don’t feel your mouth suckling me in 5 seconds I will hurt you. I don’t want to. But I will….” as images of me spanking him as a young boy flooded my brain. My panties getting wet.

He must have remembered as I felt him. Suckling. Drinking. Erratically at first, but then he settled into a smooth, structured, robotic motion. I moaned audibly as I knew he was mine. Whispering encouragement… “good boy…. drink it all…. you want mummy to help you… let me train you as you need to be trained… you’re going to get pussy… but you’re going to be respectful and treat every woman you meet as your superior… you’ll get pussy only if they grant it to you… not because of your male ego or expectations….”

A full 10 minutes and swapping the breast he suckled, he sat there… mouth open… dazed… glazed over eyes. “Take off your clothes. Kneel on your floor.” I commanded him. He obeyed without so much as a questioning eye.

He had a nice sized cock. I could see how he was doing well for himself. We would be keeping that functional but it would only see pleasure if we granted it.

Yes, we… as my daughter walked in. A full 2 years younger than he. We were both fully dressed to lay the groundwork. Him naked at all times. He would only see breasts, ass, and pussy if we granted it to him.

“Do not think of him as your brother any more. He is our play toy. He will do whatever we tell him and he will not pleasure himself in any way unless we expressly command him to.”

Even though my daughter knew of my plan, she was still shocked to see her older brother in this way. We both sat on the bed. I nodded to her. She timidly brought her foot to his face… “lick it, please…” she said, embarrassed. “Be more authoritative… command him…” I coaxed. She nodded. “Lick my toes… Now….” I smiled. He opened his mouth and took her dainty toes inside and suckled them like nipples.

She giggled but I could tell she was still nervous.

“Suckle me… you’ll get more courageous….”

She complied and I let her take about 1 minute worth of milk. Afterward she licked her lips, smiled, and stood to remove her shorts and panties.

“Let’s see how well he knows his way around a woman….” she said, as she snapped her finger and pointed to her smooth mound. “Worship my pussy. Now…” she commanded him. When he began to make his way between her legs, I shuddered. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stood and stripped as he tasted his sister’s pussy for the first time. Her eyes were looking at me in a lustful stare I’d never seen before… her mouth hanging open. I could tell I empowered her.

“Moan… let him know he’s doing well if he is… he needs training… guide him if he is not to your standards… he needs to eat pussy perfectly and make it about the woman he is worshiping and not his cock…”

She giggled. “He’s going to need a lot of practice….” as she winked.

I smiled as I began exploring his body… my fingers probing him everywhere… I had plans for him. We had plans for him.

Yes, we would help him through college. We both would. But today, it was all about our pleasure and his introduction to the new female led household we both dreamed of.

** Picture used with permission from @julietmommy1978 **

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