Aggressive Love
By
Promithius
I was twenty when my father left me and my mother for a younger woman. It was a terrible shock, mainly to my mother, because we had absolutely no idea that he was even looking at other women. For just over two weeks she cried and sobbed, and willingly allowed me to her hold her close in my arms to comfort her. It took about a month before she began to return to normal life, well as normal as could be expected under the circumstances, which was when she began to accept that he was not coming home. I always thought mother fairly attractive she has a nice figure especially her breasts, but I never fantasized about taking things further, but now things were different. Those times when I comforted her, smelling her perfumed hair, feeling her body crushed up against mine, so close, occasionally I would become aroused.
At night I began to think about her, wondering what it would be like to sleep with her. I would fantasize that we would be wrapped around each other, her lips accepting the pleasure of my lips being continually pressed against them. All the time my hand would be stroking her satin covered body. The vision was so strong that I would masturbate, not once but several times a night. As the weeks passed my frustration increased out of all proportion as my fantasizes developed into various love making scenarios, intercourse, oral sex, working myself off and cumming between her breasts and in her mouth. I decided that I needed to have sex with her, and to hell with the consequences.
I wasn't too concerned about the consequences because I didn't think there would be any. Mother was very submissive, and would do everything my father asked of her; I never saw her stand up for herself. In fact she was always submissive, even to me, as a child I could always get my own way with her, I could twist her around my little finger as the saying goes. She was a push over, but at the time I never knew why, and it was only later that I found out that she had three miscarriages before becoming pregnant with me, and after I was born she couldn't have any more children.
I had made up my mind to climb in bed beside her, to hold and to kiss her while running my hands over her body. I bided my time waiting for the neighbors to go on holiday so the house next door would be empty and no one would hear if she called out. That Saturday morning when I drove mom to the mall she seemed happier than I had seen her for a few weeks. She slipped her arm through mine as we walked through the mall, excited that we would be having lunch out together, something we rarely did. We stopped and spoke with a nearby neighbor as we made our way to the food hall. Speaking with mom she sympathized with her situation, mom thanked her for her concern and introduced me to her saying. "Robert is now the man of the house, and he's my man too."
As a result of mom's statement and the fact she squeezed my arm crushing her breast against me, caused the neighbor to give me an enquiring look. That same Saturday afternoon I watch our next door neighbors pack their car and leave. Saturday night I waited for her to go to bed giving her sufficient time to go to sleep, then removing my pajama bottoms crept into her bedroom naked. Pulling the covers back I climbed in beside her. Placing my arms around her I pulled myself against her body. She began to stir so I quickly kissed her pressing my lips against hers and keeping them there while increasing the pressure.
By the time she was fully awake and realized what was happening I was lying across her, my hands squeezing her breasts and rubbing myself up against her thigh. She began to struggle then bit my lip drawing blood, I clamped my hand across her mouth, squeezed her breasts hard making her cry out in pain. She began hitting me with her free hands, I grabbed her hair with both hands, trapped her face between my forearms and pressed my elbows into the muscles in her arm, more or less paralyzing her. Mom had realized that I was working myself off on her, but with all the struggling I was a little higher up her body and my thigh was between her legs pressing up against her pussy. She was complaining bitterly about my behavior, although I think she was getting some enjoyment out of it because she wasn't shouting at me, that is until I pressed myself against her hard and cum all over her nightdress.
"You filthy thing treating your mother like this, especially by doing that all over me, making me and my nightgown wet, now release my arms, you're hurting me."
Still trapped beneath me, mom was unable to move, so in one swift movement I slipped my hand down her body and up beneath her nightgown and began to finger her pussy. She began to scream abuse at me shouting out that I was a dirty fucking pig. I had never heard such language come from her lips, so I rammed my lips against her to stop the tirade of abuse. The bitch bit me for a second time, in the same place as before, reopening the original wound. I threw back the covers and climbed out of the bed.
"If that's the way you want to play it"
I grabbed her and we wrestled for a few minutes until I finally turned her over onto her stomach. With my knee in her back to hold her down I pulled her nightgown up above her waist and slapped her ass with my hand for all my worth, six or seven times. By the time I stopped her ass was scarlet, she was lying absolutely still, quietly sobbing. Looking around the bedroom I saw a hairbrush on the nightstand, picking it up I paddled her ass another few times with the flat side of the brush. She looked at me through the tears running down her face and asked. "Why?"
"Because I love you and I want you, and I want you to obey me like you did my father, only so that you will sleep with me and let me make love to you anytime I want. When you agree unconditionally to act as my wife, this will never happen again but until that time you must be prepared for such treatment."
"Alright, alright I agree are you satisfied?"
"Tell me exactly what you agree to."
"I agree to act as your wife unconditionally, allowing you to sleep with me and make love to me, but please never hurt me like that again."
I climbed back on the bed and lay beside her, easing her onto her side where I snuggled in close and started to kiss her. She kissed me back but I can't say with enthusiasm, but it was a start. As we kissed I placed a hand on her breast, feeling for her nipples to give them little tweaks. I slipped my hand around her waist and across her ass which made her wince. Finally slipping my hand between her legs and resumed fingering her pussy. Mom did not object to my ministrations instead she wrapped her arm around my neck as we continued to kiss.
Gradually my fingering began to have an effect on her I could feel her pelvis begin to move in time with my fingers and her pussy becoming wet. When she was ready, I moved on top and slipped inside of her and gently moved back and forth. "Darling you know this isn't right you shouldn't be doing this to your mother."
"Tell me you are not enjoying my making love to you."
"It doesn't matter what I think it's against the law and you know it's wrong. What if I informed on you and told the police, you would go to prison."
That statement killed my ardor I couldn't carry on with my love making so I just lay on top of her waiting for my arousal to return.
"I think mom, if you informed on me you would have far more problems than I. First I would deny that I initiated any sexual contact. I would tell them that you invited me into your bed persuading me to kiss you, to touch your body then make love to you. I went along with it because of your grief when your husband went off with another woman. I was concerned that if I rejected you by refusing to sleep with you, you would do something silly and injure yourself somehow. Secondly, if I was charged and went to court then to prison the paparazzi would be camped outside your door looking for the full story. If I was cleared I can see the headlines now, "Mother Initiates Sex with Son Then Cries Rape." It would be front page news and you would be hounded by reporters wherever you went. I held her close until she cried herself to sleep and then I dozed off."
The illuminated numbers on the clock said 03.28. I didn't know whether it was the silkiness of her nightgown or perfumed hair or even the way I was draped across her, but when I woke up I had the biggest hard on ever. I eased her nightgown up and slipped my hand between her slightly parted thighs and began to rub my finger up and down the slit of her pussy. During my attention to that area I successfully located her clit and lightly drew circles around the little nub with my thumb. At the time I never considered myself an experience lover but I had watch numerous sex videos on the internet and believed I could pleasure and satisfy a woman.
Mother opened her eyes. "What are you doing?"
