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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
All persons in this story are over the age of 18.
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I left my mom’s house and went to my house next door. For the first time, I was going home and knew it wasn’t home anymore. My mom wasn’t my mom. I had been seduced by my mother and my mind raced with the incest that I wanted to continue forever. I was to do anything she asked.
I was ready to do anything for my mother. My mom had sucked my cock, swallowed my cum, and then I came inside her pussy. Of course, I never wanted this to end. Maybe someday things would change. Who knows? I’d be off in college soon and maybe I’d visit for a quick romp. I’d use my new skills to find women my own age but have my mom as a reliable backup. Life was good.
Sounded like a plan, but for today, I looked forward to seeing her again. My mom, Sharon, told me to return in an hour and then to follow whatever instructions she left on the front door.
Having already came a few times today, I hopped in the shower. I had never really cleaned up after mowing Sharon’s, oops, my mom’s lawn. As I washed my cock, I was surprised that it started growing as I washed it. No time for that. Hopefully, mom will take care of me like she said. I got dressed in some decent jeans and a collared shirt.
My other mom was in the living room reading and watching tv. I never really was turned on by her but I had a new appreciation for older women now! I wondered if I should start calling her Angie. Maybe another time.
She saw me almost dressed up for a change and noted, “Hey, someone has a big night ahead.”
I guess I was dressed up a little for me, but I laughed her off, “Yeah, right mom. I’m going over to Mark’s house, and we are going out for our trip.” This part was true. Mark and I were going to look at colleges and stay with a friend already going to college upstate. I texted Mark earlier to say that I wasn’t going to make it. This would easily free me a couple nights to be with my Sharon, er, mom.
She barely looked up from her book, “Ok, drive careful.” No kiss goodbye or hug. Was I a burden to them? I’d delve into that some other time. My hour was about up. I grabbed my bag and headed to the door.
The sun was low but bright on the horizon as I headed outside. I made sure nobody was around when I detoured from my normal route and headed over to Sharon’s house. I saw a piece of paper on the door.
Written in ink in Sharon’s handwriting was the following paragraph:
“Knock as if you are here to collect your lawnmowing money. I will answer and let you in the foyer. I will say that I don’t have the money again. I want you to act as if you are very angry. No matter what I say and no matter what I do, I want you to grab me and force me back to the bedroom. Force yourself on me. Again, no matter what I say I want you to force yourself on me until you cum. Fuck me in the pussy or fuck my mouth. Either one. Remember, no matter what I say do not stop and ask if I’m ok or anything. Do not call me Sharon. Call me mom, mother, or mama! Then I want you to get up and go to our kitchen. I will meet you back there.”
I knocked on the door fully understanding the instructions. I felt my cock awaken again. It never got tired. She answered shortly after I knocked. She was dressed in her short robe again and I could tell that she had taken a quick shower, but her hair was dry and fixed perfectly.
She beamed at me, “Hi Jason, islahiye escort come for the lawn money? Oh, come in, come in, out of this heat.” She ushered me inside the doorway and closed it behind us. It was kind of dim after just being outside. I had to be ready to make my move.
She began, “I’m afraid I have some bad news for you though.” She put her head down like she did earlier in the day and started to fidget. She continued, “I don’t have the money. Maybe next week but I just don’t have the money this week.”
I looked at her and tried to act up some anger, “What do you mean you don’t have the money?”
She looked at her feet. Her white robe covering her body but showcasing her beautiful legs. I gazed at her legs. She looked up and said, “I mean I just don’t have it. My mortgage took me negative, so I don’t have any money until I get paid.”
I gave out an evil laugh. I said in a mocking way, “Well then, we are going to have to figure out another way for you to pay me then.”
She looked down again and said, “Oh, I can write a check and date it next week if that’s ok.”
I grabbed her wrists and said, “No, I think you know what I want. I want you.” With that I started guiding her to the bedroom as she struggled in my arms. She put up a fight but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t overcome.
She started begging me, “Stop, no! Please don’t. I’ll have your money. Please don’t. No!”
In seconds, I threw her on the bed. Her robe opened and I saw her entire body for the taking. I was going to ravish her like I always wanted and fantasized about. I got on top of her and pinned her arms down. She started struggling to get up but I held her arms down.
She looked up, and said, “No, please don’t. I’m your mother!” With her lying back I undid my pants and pushed them down. I was still wearing my shirt but I didn’t want her to try and get away. My cock flopped out of my jeans and I pressed it up against her.
She continued to wiggle underneath me and cried out, “No, please, don’t. Don’t do this, I’ll do anything!” I wrangled my legs between hers as she fought me. As I spread her legs beneath me I could smell her vagina. I pressed my hard cock on her bare, smooth pussy. It felt like home and breathed her in.
She continued to struggle beneath me and cried out, “Please stop! Don’t! Don’t do this! I’ll do anything!”
I growled, “Of course you will mom. Take my cock.” I pressed my cock inside her wet pussy that was gushing from her wetness. She really did enjoy this and she was a great actor. Without my mom’s guiding hand it took me some awkward seconds to find her vagina but it added to the intensity as I pushed her in the wrong places until I found the right spot. I pushed my cock inside her and started pounding her.
My hands pinned her arms down as I thrusted inside her. Her eyes were clenched shut and refused to look at me. I was going to cum really quick from the amount that she was thrashing about. I tried to kiss her mouth but she kept moving her head to avoid my lips. Her lips were pressed shut. She kept moaning, “No, no, no don’t cum in me.”
I could feel my orgasm building, “Oh, yeah, mommy, I’m going to cum inside you.” She started slowing her movements and lessen her fighting. In seconds, I could feel my cum starting to pump inside her bare pussy.
I felt my cum fill her vagina and I felt her get wetter. I had made her squirt! I had no idea how rare that was. I was drenched and her bathrobe under her was islahiye escort bayan wet. The bed had a huge wet spot.
I groaned as my cock was drained, “Oh, yeah mommy, feel my seed inside you.” She got even wetter and hotter as my orgasm subsided. I didn’t linger. I pulled out and pulled up my jeans. My cock was covered with cum as I put it in my shorts but I got up to leave like I was supposed to.
I gave her a look and she was a defeated woman lying on the bed. Her legs were still open and her wetness was dribbling down her vagina. She acted like she was in shock. I kind of felt bad but she was all wet so… I left the room.
Satisfied and not satisfied I waited in the kitchen for her to meet me. It was confusing treating someone like that even as a roleplay. It felt real. Like I really had done what I pretended to do. It was a rush and a weird feeling at the same time.
She walked in with her white robe on. She had a little smile on her face. Her robe had the wet stain on the back from her squirting but she didn’t seem to care. Then she said, “Hope you enjoyed that.”
I smiled and said, “I loved that mom. It was better than I could have imagined.”
She grinned and I saw that she had her phone with her. She continued, “Good, because now you will be living with me and serving me for the rest of our lives.”
I smiled as if she were joking and asked, “What do you mean?” I hadn’t thought out how all this would go. I was happy fucking my mother for now, but I figured someday I’d have a normal life. Right?
She stared at me and said, “Starting today, you will do what I say, when I say. You will be living with me and all of your actions will be controlled by me. You can not go out without my permission. Otherwise, I’ll have you arrested.”
My mind was flipping out, half loving the idea of total submission to my mother and the other half wanting to rebel. The rebel spoke first, “What do you mean? How? I could just walk out of here and go to college and nobody would know about us.”
She brought out her phone and said, “Oh, I don’t think so.” She swiped around and hit play on a video. It was a video of our roleplay just a few minutes ago. It was muted, but you could clearly see me forcing myself on her while she struggled.
She continued, “I think you would be very popular in prison. But I think you will do the right thing here.
The right thing was to have an incestural relationship with my mother. An ongoing, never ending unprotected sex relationship with my mother. I would risk getting her pregnant and continuing this cycle. She was still young enough to have kids. In eighteen years we would add another member to our secret family.
She stepped over to me, closed her phone and opened her robe. She took off my shirt. She put her head in my chest and played with my stomach and chest. She looked up at me. Firmly and in her mom voice, she said, “I know you will do the right thing, son. Now on your knees and go down.”
I did what I was told. She had me. I was her slave. I would make up some story of how I was moving out and back with my mom. I found out the truth and just wanted to get to know her is what I’d say. I don’t know. It would look innocent on the outside but anything but inside her house. I would be her little pet to dress up and baby. I’d also be a slave to her desires. Rekindled from past traumas, they would make her have sex with her only son.
I got on my knees and she approached. She escort islahiye grabbed my hair hard and she parted her legs so my mouth would easily reach her vagina. I could feel the moist heat of her used vagina. I could smell her again. I saw that my cum was still on her body. Some had run down her leg but most was still inside her vagina.
She pushed my head toward one big line of cum dripping down her leg and said, “Now your turn to clean mommy. Clean up your mess. Mommy always has you clean up your own messes.”
I licked her soft leg and tasted the salty concoction of my cum and her wetness. I slowly swallowed it down. Then she guided me toward her wet and worn pussy. She was shaved so smooth. I remembered earlier when I went down on her that it was so soft. The softest skin I had every felt.
She had some stubble and a few missed hairs. She wasn’t an airbrushed model but she felt soo smooth in my mouth. Her inner thighs were soft too. She had patches of fat that may have not looked great but they felt so good. I could look up into her tummy.
I was very close to her pussy now. My white cum bubbled out of her vagina. Could she push it out? I had no idea at the time. I had just ravished and pumped her full of cum a few minutes ago. Now I would swallow my own cum. My mouth met her hole and cum slid into my mouth. I swallowed my own salty cum as fast as I could to get it over with.
With a mixture of humiliation and pleasure, I ate my mom’s pussy and cleaned out all my cum. I felt like I had deserved this. I was bad and mommy was punishing me to teach me a lesson. I wanted her to be proud of me again.
After she was clean, she continued to ride my mouth and took over rubbing her wet pussy all over my face. With both her hands holding grabbing fistfuls of hair, she rode my face like a horse. My lips turned numb and I was lost in her wetness. She was breathing in little staccato breaths. I felt her weight as she nearly sat on my face and used me to grind against.
She whispered, “That’s right son, take your mommy’s pussy.” Soon, my tongue was numb. My nostrils were filled with her wetness. I felt like I couldn’t go on but if I slowed she would ride my head even harder. Her wetness dripped down my chin.
She scolded me, “What’s the matter, ya tired? You weren’t so tired while your dick was inside me. Time to man up!” I was a man being nearly forced to suck his mother’s pussy. My lips and face were burred in her wet folds of her pussy.
After what seemed like hours, she finally started cumming on my face. Tiny squirts of hot liquid, sprayed my mouth and spattered my head. Most simply flowed from her and onto me.
She moaned and sighed as she started squirting on my face. It was a torrent of juices more than I had seen the first time and more than I had felt on the bed. Her squirting ran down my face, down my chest and up my nose. I was a mess.
She pulled away and looked at me. With her right hand she slapped my face. My face stung under dripping wetness.
She scowled and said, “Respect your momma.”
In a daze I replied, “Yes mommy. Always.”
She closed her robe and said, “Ok now go get cleaned up. I need your cock ready in fifteen minutes if I am still in the mood. Go!”
I got up and went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I still had my jeans on as well as shoes. I ran the water and rinsed off my face. I blew my nose and had a chance to think. Her mood had changed. But it would always change. Caring mother one minute, strict disciplinarian the next.
This is really crazy. All my sexual fantasies met but at the mercy of a crazy person who was fascinated by incest with her son. Will it always be crazy? What had I gotten myself into? I knew the answer. I was a product of that incest and I was doomed to repeat it. I didn’t understand it then but it became clear as I served her.
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