If his mom was going to play dumb, than he could to. He took his free hand and grabbed her wrist an attempted to pull it down to his crotch, but she haughtily shook him off.
The situation was too hot for him to hold out any longer. The men on the screen had begun cumming, and he started to shoot his load along with them. They splattered their seed all over the attractive woman’s face and body, while his shot up, onto his lap and onto the couch.
“Michael!” cried his mom. “You are sick, that is a disgusting mess.”
It was as though reaching his climax had broken the spell on her. He turned towards his mom and just smiled.
“What are you talking about mom? What mess?”
Heather just glared at him, face blushing bright red and far too embarrassed to deal with the reality in front of her.
“You are a dirty boy, Michael,” she said.
He nodded to her.
“You’re right mom,” he said. “I better go take a shower to get cleaned up.”
He tucked his cock away inside his pants, got up, and walked upstairs to the bathroom.
CHAPTER 4
Michael felt like he had won. Whatever had been going on between him in his mom was a perverted test of boundaries and willpower, and by pushing it so far, he had clearly taken control. He closed the door to the bathroom and began getting ready to take a shower.
He fiddled with the knobs a little to get the temperature setting right, and then climbed through the curtain. The water felt refreshing against his skin, almost as though it was wiping away whatever guilt and shame he had accrued over the course of the day’s events.
A noise drew his attention back to the moment. There were footsteps headed down the hall, his mom’s footsteps. He could just barely hear the sound of a doorknob turning over the running water, and turned to see the door being opened a crack.
Was she still laying the game? Why would she voluntarily try to spy on him? Michael felt his cock becoming strangely aroused in his pants as he considered what might be going on. Before he had time to draw any conclusions, his mom stepped through the door.
“I have a clean towel for you, honey,” she said. His mother was only wearing a towel herself, and it only just barely kept her tits in tow. It was a tiny bit of cloth that went down just below her hips and no further. If she bent over, Michael would get to see everything she had to show.
“What? Mom, just leave it outside!” Michael cried. For some reason, he felt incredibly flustered. She was still playing, for sure, and had found a way to get the upper hand. Michael felt his body heating up, and had a full on erection at this point.
“No, I think I should bring it in to you, sweetie,” she said, stepping further into the bathroom. There was little Michael could do to stop her from behind the curtain. He quickly realized that if he wanted to have any chance of winning, he needed to find a way to strike back.
“Ok mom, that’s fine,” he said. Michael pulled the curtain open and exposed himself to his mom, his hard cock pointing at her almost as though it was an arrow. Heather blushed slightly, but didn’t flinch. She lifted the towel up, and the movement caused her own to come undone and fall to the ground.
There was a moment of silence as the two of them stared at each other’s naked body. Michael felt his cock aching for his mother. Her body looked so soft, with such big breasts and nice curves. She was the apex of female beauty, and the fact that she was his mom only seemed to amplify his attraction in a sick and perverted way. Still, he couldn’t let her know that.
“Jeez mom, if you like the view so much, why don’t you take a picture?”
Heather glared at him, her entire upper body seeming to turn red with embarrassment. Her first reaction was to reach down for the towel, but she stopped herself, and slowly stood up, still completely naked.
“I think mommy’s little boy is getting a little ahead of himself,” she said. “You seem to be in a pretty, how do you say, compromising state?”
She smiled and looked down at his cock. Michael felt himself getting angry, but there was something else behind it. He wanted to win, and he wanted to cum, and decided that it wouldn’t be too hard to do both at the same time.
“You’re right mom, that’s why you have to be careful about barging in on me,” he said. Michael took his hand down to his cock and began stroking it again, leaving his mom to watch on as she had done twice already that day. This was different, though. The two of them were making eye contact, and Heather seemed to react in a way that was completely unexpected for him.
She lifted one of her legs up against the wall, and then slid her hand down to her cunt, and began massaging it. Michael pumped his cock harder as he watched, feeling himself tingle with pleasure and excitement and the strangest sense of shame he had ever felt.
“Oh yeah mom, that’s right,” said Michael. “It’s fine, we can both enjoy ourselves just fine together,”
“I know you like this, you pervert,” she replied. “But that’s just fine by me. Stroke your cock for mommy baby, yeah, just like that.”
Michael wasn’t sure how things had ended up like this, or even what was going on anymore. He just needed release, and if it was in front of his mom, so be it. More than that, he felt an animalistic lust beginning to descend upon him. He wanted to step out of the shower and throw himself onto her, and from the way his mother was blushing and breathing he knew that she wouldn’t stop him.
Heather began to accelerate her pace. Every couple of seconds she would look deep into Michael’s eyes, and then flinch away. He could see something when she did, a sense of either shame, or regret. A feeling that she knew that what was going on went beyond normality, and that there was no real coming back from it.
“Mom, you’re so fucking hot,” said Michael. “Keep doing it, keep masturbating for me.”
“Oh god Michael,” she cried. “Oh god!”
Her hips began to pull her closer and closer to his son, and he aimed his cock right at her. Both of them were lost deep in their own desire and need for sexual pleasure. Michael began to pump his cock with more speed, feeling the cum begin to build and ready itself.
His mom cried out, and angled her hips towards him. She was less than a foot away, and when Michael’s cock began exploding out cum a minute later, her perfect pink pussy served almost as a target for his sperm.
Heather collapsed forward onto her son and into the shower. Both of them were exhausted by the encounter, and the hot water seemed to wash away their sin. Michael couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe any of it. He hugged his mom close, and realized that she was crying into his shoulder.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” he asked. She looked up at him, and Michael had never seen her with such an upset look on her face before.
“This is wrong, this is so wrong,” she whispered. “God, what have we done?”
His mom stepped out of the shower, sobbing. She grabbed her towel and ran out of the bathroom, leaving Michael alone with his own concerns and doubts.
CHAPTER 5
For the rest of the day, it was just Michael in the house. This was what he wanted, but somehow, it was bitter sweet. His mom had locked herself in her room, and the guilt and shame that he was already feeling seemed to only intensify at the knowledge that he had hurt her with his actions.
He sat on the couch that evening, eating leftover mac and cheese and feeling like the biggest asshole and pervert on the planet. Worse, still, was the knowledge that he had pushed his mom to respond in the same manner. He was a hormonal teenage boy, and she was a grown woman. Forcing her to come down to his level for a petty feud was just immature and disgusting.
Michael finished his food, knowing full well that if he had just been polite and put up with his mother being around for the day, she would have cooked him an excellent dinner. He loved her, but didn’t show it enough. He wanted her attention and approval, but seemed to go about getting it in the worst possible way.
He turned in for the night early,
feeling like scum. Michael hadn’t heard anything out of his mom since the shower incident, and half debated going and knocking on her door and trying to get her to talk to him. That was probably the last thing she wanted to do right now, he figured. In the end, he just climbed into bed and closed his eyes, half hoping that the entire day had just been a really weird dream.
Michael slept for several hours, and then was awakened by the sound of his door opening. The hallway was only dimly lit, but there was just enough light for him to make out his mom’s figure in his doorway, wearing a loose, thin evening gown.
“Honey, are you still awake?” she whispered.
He was silent for a moment. Part of him felt like the best thing he could do was to just pretend to be asleep, and deal with everything in the morning, when things had calmed down and they could look at it all logically. But the other part of him seemed to want something else.
“Yeah mom, I’m awake,” he said.
Heather walked into her son’s room and took a seat next to him on his bed. It was dark, and Michael couldn’t make out her face, but he could tell just from her body language that she had calmed down from earlier.
“I just wanted to talk to you about what happened today,” she said. Heather gently put one of her hands down on her son’s leg. Michael hadn’t realized it, but he had woken up with an erection, and felt it throb from just the idea of his mom’s fingers being close to it.
“I know mom, I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean for things to go so far.”
“No sweetie, it’s okay,” said his mom. She was rubbing his thigh in what was meant to be an innocent manner, but it was beginning to drive Michael absolutely wild.
“I should have just been cool with you being around for today,” he replied. “I’m sorry.”
His mom didn’t say anything for a moment, and her hand was still. Then she started rubbing it again, this time even closer to Michael’s crotch.
“Honey, I forget sometimes that you’re a teenage boy,” she said. “With hormones and the new things going on with your body, it’s hard for you, so hard.”
He didn’t say anything, but pushed his hips closer to his mom’s hand and felt a wave of hot pleasure and lust shoot through him as his cock brushed against the edge of it. She didn’t seem to notice, but moved her other hand so that it was on his chest.
“I…I don’t think we can ever take back what happened today sweetie,” she said.
Michael nodded, and then realizing that she couldn’t see him, answered.
“I know mom, I’m so sorry,” he said. “I’ll never do it again!”
“But that’s not something that you can guarantee, sweetie,” she said. “We both crossed the line today, and I’m not sure there is any going back to the way things were before.”
Michael was silent. He was confused, and also sad, but the way his mom was speaking, for some reason, was pushing him even further into a state of arousal.
“That’s why I think you should let me take care of you, baby,” said his mom. She wrapped her hand around his erect cock through his boxers and Michael almost gasped with surprise and pleasure.
“W-what?” he stammered. “Mom, what are you-“
“Shhhh, sweetie, just let mommy take care of you.” Michael felt his mom’s hand begin to move up and down on his member, stroking him off with the tender love and care that only a mother could have for her son.
“Oh god, mom,” he groaned. “That feels…amazing.”
“I know it does sweetie,” said his mom. She had a good feel for what she was doing, and began to pump him off even faster. Michael began lifting his hips up with each movement of hers, matching her rhythm.
“Let mommy make you feel even better,” she whispered. Heather brought her head down slowly, working Michael’s cock out of his boxers and then, after licking her lips, slowly beginning to rub them up and down the length of his dick.
She did this as though she was trying to kiss every inch of it, before finally descending on the head of his member and bringing it into her mouth. Michael had never gotten a blowjob before, and he was shocked by how amazing it felt. It was his mom, and though part of him felt embarrassed and recognized how wrong it was, he felt himself wanting her to keep going.
Heather kept up a good rhythm, bringing her lips up and down her son’s cock and making tiny little slurping noises as she went. For such a small woman, she had a powerful mouth, and with its warmth and wetness Michael his member being completely engulfed and almost pulled into another world.
She reached up and grabbed her son’s hands, and then pulled them down to her breasts. Michael almost didn’t know what to do. They were so big, and so perfect, and after a moment his hands began to massage and grope at them almost unconsciously.
He felt himself beginning to reach his limit, and it was almost as if his mom could sense it. She pulled her mouth off his cock with a resounding pop, and then ran her hands across his chest.
“Not yet, baby,” she whispered. “You’ve seen all of mommy, I want you to feel all of her, too.”
Heather pulled the evening gown u and over her head. Even in the dark, Michael could make out the silhouetted details of her body, and almost felt intimidated by her beauty. She pushed him backwards onto the bed, and then straddled him, lowering her wet cunt down over his rock hard bar.
“Oh god, yes, baby,” she said. “Do you want to fuck your mommy?”
“Yes mom,” he replied. “Please mom…let me fuck you.”
Heather dropped all of the way down, and Michael felt pleasure crash into him. Before he knew what was going on, his hands were already in her hips, and he was pulling her up and driving him down onto his cock. It was almost as though he had entered a primal, animalistic state.
His mom was crying out in ecstasy, and seemed to be even more turned on by the illicit nature of their coupling than he was.
“Yes, honey, yes!” she yelled. “Please fuck mommy! Please don’t stop!”
She was riding him as though he was a mechanical bull, grinding her hips down and meeting each of his upward bumps and thrusts. She raked her fingernails lightly across his chest, and then harder.
Michael was having sex with his mother, and he was loving it. He wanted to fuck her, he wanted to cum inside her. He realized that he wanted his mom to be both his guardian and his lover, the cooker of his food and the washer of his clothes, and a slut to defile whenever the urge arose.
Heather rode her son faster, and faster, and then finally tensed up, her body shivering as a powerful orgasm tore through her. Now it was Michael’s turn to be in control. He rolled his mom around so that she was underneath him and began to pump his cock into her with as much force and speed as his hips could muster.
He didn’t last long. The thought of pulling out briefly passed across his mind, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to cum inside his mom, and claim her for himself, for now and forever. And he did, and the load he shot deep into the back of her cunt seemed to blast out with more speed and intensity than any he had ever let off before.
The two of them collapsed into Michael’s bed. The room was suddenly just as silent as it had been before when he’d been sleeping, except now his mom was cuddling up into his side, and he was stroking her hair.
“Michael,” whispered his mom.
“Yeah mom?”
“I love you.”
He kissed her on the head, and hugged her tightly.
END
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By
Anya Merchant
Copyright © 2014 by Anya Merchant
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only. It contains substantial sexually explicit language and scenes that may be considered offensive by some readers.
CHAPTER 1
“Why do you expect me to believe you?”
Tim studied the face of the old man as he waited for a response. Smoke billowed in flumes around his head, and his expression was soft, but also very deliberate. The shop was just as dim and dingy as ever, and the overcast night sky was not charitable in the light it offered through the windows.
“What reason would you have to doubt me?” Jarovian asked, the words leaving his mouth very slowly. “You came to me looking for a way to undo the effects of a potion, a potion which you received from me…”
That much was undeniably true. Tim was there to return balance to his life. The liquid the man had offered him the night before, given with a vague and ambiguous warning, had turned his life into something he didn’t recognize. He lived now constantly beset in every direction by the one thing he had pined for most beforehand – women.
It was as though he was emitting some type of unusually powerful pheromone, and on top of that, his own physical strength had been increased, at the expense of his self-control and emotional regulation. It was a tradeoff that was ruining his life. More than anything, Tim wanted to get back to his old self for the people close to him, the people he cared about and cared about him.
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