"OHH, Chuck! Please, your hurting me."
"I'm going to fuck that mother."
"No, you can't." She jumped away. Her voice used a harder edge than it had in the past. Both were startled by it's strength.
Chuck was ready to strike her, but he read her eyes. They weren't afraid. His mother trembled like kitten before a dog, but her eyes were almost smoldering. Chuck popped the button off his jeans and tore down his zipper. He wasn't wearing undershorts. His cock leapt out nearly full of blood. "Take off that dress."
Dorothy had awakened that morning to a haze of emotions. Her terrible fears of her son were vaporized and wafted around her as she attended the day's chores. She could still feel it, but other feelings crept in through the tears in her dress. Her lips felt flush and warm. Her breasts were like delicate flowers sensitive to every swish of her clothes. She moved quite relaxed, and with unasked telepathy she had wandered into the living room and stood silently for five minutes before Chuck returned from school.
For more than a week, she had dreaded his return, his insults and his hard cock pressing into her throat, filling her with cum. This day had detached itself from recent history, and she had patiently waited for him, ready.
Today her son wanted to fuck her, as her husband would, with hate. Ceramic tiles echoed his order with a tinny reflection. Dorothy lifted her head and stared right back at her son. She heard the oddest sentence spoken out of her own mouth. "You're not hard enough for me."
Chuck looked at his dick and lost focus. Not yet fully hard, it wilted slightly at his distracted pause. He began to panic. "No, I'm going to fuck you mom."
He grabbed the shoulders of her dress and thrust them over her arms.
Dorothy's firm breasts fell into view. They jiggled like young vines on a trellis when the evening wind blew.
"God, they're so beautiful!" Chuck wrapped a hand over his cock and pumped on it as he stared at his mother's tits.
She knelt down, beneath his reviving cock, and opened her mouth.
"Let me." Was all she said, and she took her son's bulging prick from his grip and sucked it into her mouth.
"Oh, ooh moooom-mie." Chuck was transported by the delicate touch of her fingers and the wet, yielding lips that wrapped his cock in warm folds. Her tongue journeyed along it's length and rasped under it's bulbous head. Her cheeks and throat drew tightly around it, and she pulled her head back, slowly dragging on her son's stone hard dick until his head nearly popped out. She quickly licked it's blind eye, and she lightly cupped his balls at the base of the fully erect shaft. Then she breathed it back, deep inside her.
"Aaaawwwhh." Chuck flailed for a mental perch free from the love that dissolved into his bloodstream. He failed. His cock took control of him, and it's joy weakened him until he was like a baby.
Dorothy mewled and moaned. Her son's joy was her own. Her head moved swifter and swifter upon the mighty flesh that had become one with her desire. It's tremors and halting jerks beckoned her to suck faster and faster. His balls rumbled with potential and the boy of her creation grabbed her head, softly. She sensed a flickering light burst inside her and burn. She groaned. Flames licked throughout her spirit to the rhythm of her sucking. She felt alive with power. Each drag of his cock filled her with energy, energy that spun in a circle and grew.
Chuck's angry vitality hoisted itself from his loins and erupted as white jets of plasma filling her mouth. Cum shot down her throat and detonated the vortex of his mother's reward.
"MMNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Dorothy exploded from within but never skipped a sucking beat upon her son's manhood.
"Oh, mother. Mother what have I done?" He pumped measure after measure of cum inside her. He lifted her beautiful hair and gazed at his fingers beneath.
Dorothy gulped the last spurts of his seed and pulled back for the last time. She left a dozen kisses on the incredibly soft head.
"Come here." She whispered and cradled his hips. Her face leaned into his firm stomach. Chuck felt himself close to tears as he melted into his mother's arms. They lay together upon the bathroom floor until they got cold.
His mother helped him stand up and step out of his jeans. She led him away to her bedroom where she tucked him in. She peeled off her dress and climbed under the covers wrapping herself against him. Both slept.
It was either very late when Chuck awoke or too early to get up. He felt his mother's naked body: her legs along his legs, pubic hair against his ass, breasts into his spine, and her lips upon the back of his neck. All the parts of her he had desired to control were now meaningless compared the strength of her heart.
He kept awake, in peace, until the sun filled the room with it's heat. Drowsy eyes filtered the brightness into pink halos.
"Good morning, my beautiful son." Dorothy whispered into his ear. She had been dreaming of a cabin built at the end of a long pier. The ocean that surrounded her was beset by storms. Salt water crashed against the log walls until they sprung leaks from every crevice. Her bed was soaked and her skin looked like prune flesh. No matter how she cried, the storms persisted. Only when she shouted with conviction that the storm would never drown her did they pause and listen. To them, she had also whispered.
"What time is it?" Chuck asked. His sense of time had collapsed as he lay in stasis throughout the dawn.
"It's nine-thirty."
"Hey, I'm late for school!"
"Shhhh, I'll write you a note. Stay in bed and I'll bring you breakfast." Dorothy kissed the back of his neck and climbed out of bed. Chucks eyes lingered on her naked body. It was so close and beautiful, and it was his mothers. He felt his cock rise.
She returned wearing a long smoking jacket. It was his fathers. She placed a perfectly arranged tray of eggs and toast and bacon and grapefruit juice and a banana on the bed beside him. "Eat first, and then we'll talk."
Chuck was hungry and ate wholeheartedly, but his dick remained hard and eager for more sucking or even fucking if he could only figure out a new weakness in his strangely confident mother. The bacon was especially good. Chuck licked his fingers.
Dorothy noticed the 'tent' in he bedsheets. She sat ambivalently at the edge of the mattress, observing her son's new behavior.
"So, do you think it's hard enough this time?" He glowered at her.
"Chuck, you know it's not right to want to have sex with your mother."
"Hah! Who says you're anything like a real mother?"
"There must be other women, ones who would welcome your... needs."
"You mean, like Susie? I hate her. I can't even kiss her and she gets angry."
"Oh my son, I've tried so hard to raise you properly, to teach you right from wrong. How can I be your mother when you want to... you know. I don't know whom I'm suppose to be."
"I know mother. I know what is right, but I want to do what is wrong." Chuck moved the tray of crumbs aside, and he reached inside her long, shimmering robe. Her tits were still naked beneath it, and he grasp one firmly and rolled it in his hand.
Dorothy lit with red shame. Was this the compromise she would have to accept? Her son was addicted to using her for his sexual needs, but his control over her seemed weakened by it.
Chuck felt her give in, and he immediately took the advantage. His other hand snaked around the silky robe and grabbed her far hip. With a deep grunt, he dragged her ass across the bed sheets and pressed his own body on top of hers.
"Please son, if you do this I may loose myself completely."
"Open you legs mother." He threw the covers back from his naked body.
"I can't. I can't let you fuck your mother." Dorothy's eyes seemed to darken, from the inside.
Chuck ignored her and thrust his cock between her thighs.
"NO, please! Don't!"
"Open your fucking legs!" Chuck was in the heat. Nothing would stop him now, certainly not her hollow complaints. His earlier weakness drained like water, and after several thrusts, he found his mark. Chuck was surprised by the wetness he felt there. His cock slid inside his mother like butter. He didn't wait to find even a comfortable rhythm. He just started bucking his prick into her without a concern for her feelings.
"Oh geez, mom I'm fucking you."
"Goodbye son." She closed her eyes and her back arched.
Chuck found his mother pushing her cunt against his thrusting like a seasoned whore. He wasn't going to last long. He kept repeating the last few weeks in his head, how easy it had all been. His mother would jack, suck, and now fuck whenever the hell he wanted. His balls were huffing like two bad wolves.
He bit down into one of her tits through his dad's old smoking jacket and poured his cum inside his mother like a stud horse.
Dorothy screamed.
At the moment of him entering her cunt, she vowed she would never let her son fuck his mother. Her mind twisted inside her and she forgot how to look outside, through her eyes. A burst of inner fire engulfed her and light burned through her soul. She had journeyed in suffering to the end. Her accumulated pain dissolved her. The orgasm in her physical body torched the ashes, and she was reborn.
"Get off of me you piece of shit!" Dorothy yelled at Chuck in a voice like thunder. She threw her fist against his ear and kicked up into his stomach as he recoiled from her punch.
"Mommy!" He cried in pain. His own flood of cum carried the bulk of his lust into nothingness. The son who had not been allowed a childhood peeked out once again from his heart. He would discover that the figure, who had denied him originally, had returned.
