Roger was a timid man who was happy to let Pam run his life. He had grown up under a dominant and controlling mother, and his life fell into the same pattern that his father had. Pam seemed to be the perfect compliment to his life, and they formed a weird union, both driven by their individual desires of submission and dominance.

Their son Steve came along fairly quickly, and as he grew he too fell under the dominant spell of his mother. As he had known no other lifestyle, he was happy to live under his mother's thumb. He never ever thought to question her or go against her wishes, he was happy to comply with his mom just like his father did.

It was a faulted relationship, but it did work for the people that were involved. Roger had a good job as a regional manager for a national franchise, and they lived a comfortable life. As Steve hit puberty he began to emerge as a handsome young man, with all of the best qualities of his mother and father. As his father had done before him, he looked for women to take control of his life, and he was soon following after the bitchy girls at school. Similar to most adolescence boys, he also discovered masturbation, and he began to fondle himself on a daily basis.

As he found masturbation, he worked closer and closer to orgasm. As a naïve boy, he was not really sure of how or what to do. He did find that it felt great to touch his erect cock, and to massage his balls, but he had not brought himself to orgasm. He would hold his cock shaft in his hand, and rub his palm against the head of his dick, and it felt great. He would do this until he had to pee, and a clear liquid would shoot from his cock. This continued on for weeks.

It was Friday when his friend Matt gave him a well-used copy of a Penthouse magazine. Sneaking peeks at the picture all day in class, Steve was dying to get home and rub his cock. As the last bell rang, he tore from school with a raging erection, his mind set on getting home and rubbing his cock as he looked at the erotic pictures.

Reaching his house, Steve flew up the stairs and ran into the bathroom. Pam heard him come in and race upstairs, and followed after him to see what was going on. He always stopped to say hello to his mother when he came home, and she headed up stairs to see what had happened. As she neared the door she could hear whimpers and moans emanating from the bathroom. The sounds triggered a reaction in Pam, and her sexual dominance surged to her as she opened the door.

"What are you doing young man?" she asked him as she stared at her son rubbing his cock and staring at the magazine. She found the situation surprisingly erotic, and her own dominant thoughts continued to bubble at the surface.

"Uh, Mom!" he stammered out in surprise, his raging hard on pulsing in his grip. He tried to cover his cock with the magazine, but that only exposed the pictures to his mother. Pam did what any other control freak would do, and she walked right over to her embarrassed son.

"If you are going to do this sort of thing," she barked out at him, her eyes glued to his throbbing cock. "You might as well do it right. Now sit down." Steve slumped down on to the closed toilet seat, his erect cock jutting up from his lap. He was completely surprised by his mother's actions, but he knew that he had to listen to her, he always did......(cont)