My name is Charles. I'm 23 years old. I have that "skinny-fit" kind of physique. I've always wanted to get a tattoo, but for reasons that will be made clear momentarily, I was never allowed to. See, my whole life has been spent under the oppressive thumb of my now 54-year-old mother. If my house was an empire, she ruled it with an iron fist. I never dated in school, I'd never known the affectionate or sensual touch of another girl before. Just the angry, cruel discipline of my mother. One day, when I was tidying up her room (yes, I had to clean up her own crap and do every other little thing she demanded of me), my mother was in the bathroom taking a shower. She got done as I was making the bed, she had come out with just a towel on. I hadn't made a conscious note of it then, but seeing her wet, shapely figure had had a mesmerizing effect on me.
Something brewed beneath the surface over the next few weeks. It was a taboo, incestuous lust. When I masturbated, it was thinking of her touching me that made me come. I guess somewhere along the way, I had made up my mind to graduate from coming in socks to fucking the real thing.
On the fateful day in question, I had a litany of chores to get done. Do the dishes, clean my room and make my bed, clean the two bathrooms in the house, and wash my mother's car. I guess one of those slipped my mind, and when she found out I had forgotten to do one of her chores, she confronted me.
"You little shit! You stupid fuck! I told you to make your goddam bed! Didn't I? Didn't I?"
"Yes mom, but I-"
"You what? Forgot? I just fucking told you! You worthless, ungrateful little runt! Guess what dumbass, the maid just quit! Oh, right, we never had a maid, so that's why I told you to make your goddam bed!"
"Mom, I'm 23 now. You can't talk to me like that anymore."
"I can talk to you any way I want, young man! I am your mother, and you're living in MY house! I'll raise my goddamn voice if I fucking want, I'll do it so that the neighbors can hear what a piece of shit lazy son I have!"
"Mom, I'm warning you. I've had to take all your anger, all your pettiness, all your suffocation for 23 years- and I'm not having it anymore!"
She narrowed her eyes at me, cheeks flushed, eyes furrowed.
"Just what the Hell do you think you're going to do about it, big man? You lazy little turd! You're no man! You think you can challenge me, your own fucking mother? Just who the fuck do you think you're talking to, you little shit?"
I stopped listening to her. I was seeing red. Time seemed to stand still. All my thoughts and inhibitions melted away, leaving only darkness, coldness, and rage in me. I stood up, and quickly marched over to her, grabbing her tight around the throat. My mother stammered and croaked, her face turning bright red as I squeezed her throat tight. I slammed her against the wall, pinning her there with my left hand while my right grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked as hard as I could.
"Ow!" My mom howled as I pulled her hair, and she started crying. I could see her starting to get woozy, and I released my hold of her throat. She started panting, chest heaving as the air rushed back into her lungs. I pulled hard again on her hair, and she cried out.
"Listen here, you fucking bitch," I said through clenched teeth. "I am a man now, and I am finally going to get you back for every shitty thing you ever did to me."
"You fucking brat! How dare you? I am your mother! You don't fucking get to put your hands on me, you piece of sh-"
I slapped her before she could finish her sentence. She looked at me bewildered.
"Oh, I'm sorry, is that not how a son is supposed to treat his mother? I suppose a mother is supposed to beat and insult a son his whole life, right?"
Mom held a hand to her face, my handprint still etched on her cheek. I still had her hair in my hand, but I let my fingers slip through it. This time, I closed my fingers around the side of her throat and squeezed. This didn't choke her but started to cut off circulation.
"How is a son supposed to treat his mother? Hmm? Is he supposed to do this?"
Without another word, I slid my free hand down the front of her shorts and started rubbing between her legs. Mom's eyes got wide as I did this, and her expression was a mixture of shock, anger, and pleasure. I started rubbing slowly at first, but as I felt the fabric of her panties getting wet, I went faster, pressing harder against her anatomy. She wriggled to try to get away, but I just squeezed her neck tighter and pressed her mound harder with my vigorous rubbing.
"No, you're my son," Mom choked out.
I loosened my grip again, relishing the sounds of her choking and panting. She started to moan gluttonously as her eyes snapped shut and spittle sprayed from her lips. Her skin slightly sagged around her chin, which was quivering. Soon, her eyes opened, rolling back as she let out a shrill cry and her hips bucked against my hand. I removed my hand from her drawers and inserted my fingers into her mouth.
"Hmmmm...ggggg" mom exclaimed as I slid my hand into her mouth, gagging her.
"Taste your pussy juice. Hmm, isn't that yummy? Oh yeah, we are going to have some fun today."
I took a step back, and let her recover for a minute. She looked up at me, barely able to meet my gaze.
"Please, son. Don't do this."
"Oh, we're doing this," I said.
I grabbed her by the shoulders, and slammed her down on my bed. She started to crawl, but I grabbed her legs and pulled her back to me. I then knelt down, and unfastened the front of her shorts, and pulled them off of her. She turned over and her eyes were pleading. I grabbed her shirt, and ripped the buttons right off as I tore the two pieces of fabric asunder. With her bra exposed, I could finally see her massive breasts heaving as she breathed. I straddled my mother's lap, and pulled the bra straps off of her shoulders. It took some finessing, but I was able to slide it down, exposing her bare tits. They were so big, round, and beautiful. Her nipples were long and hard.
I grabbed each of her nipples with my forefingers and thumb, and pinched and twisted hard. Mom cried out again.
"That fucking hurts!"
"Shut up, you love it."
She groaned, her head nodding slightly as she admitted her true feelings. I then hopped off the bed and got on my knees, pulling her close to the edge with her legs straddling my head. I began to pull on her underwear, and she moaned as I exposed her lovely holes, which to my surprise were completely shaved. She had long, dark labia, lying limp like two pretty butterfly wings. I finally pulled her underwear around her ankles, and then leaned forward and started tracing the edges of her vagina with my tongue. She shivered as I made contact. I zig-zagged my tongue up the length of her labia, making my way to her engorged clitoris. I did a few clockwise swirls around it, then slurped on it.