Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
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Jack walked into his house. He tried to sneak past the lounge quietly so as not to be noticed by his mother, Kate. His gentle tip-toes were no match for her bat-like hearing.
"Jack!" came a yell from the lounge, "Can you come in here please?" Jack rolled his eyes before huffing quietly to himself. He knew what was coming, or at least along what lines it was. Over the past few months his mother had been complaining at him for the pettiest things. Last week she berated him for not cleaning a cup he'd used for coffee. Before that it was because he left the TV on standby instead of turning it off. He was getting sick of it.
After composing himself he stepped into the room. His mother was sat on the couch with legs crossed, stretched out in front of her. She cocked her head at her son.
"Do you know what you did this morning, young man?" She asked with the sarcastic, rhetorical tone he was now used too. Jack sighed and shrugged his shoulders at her.
"You left the milk out!" She scolded, with a slight look a disbelief at his insolent body language. Jack's eyes widened.
"The milk!?" he cried.
"Yeah! The milk!" She retorted, "Now it's gone bad!"
"Are you serious?! All you've done recently is have a go at me for trivial rubbish!"
"It's a waste!" She protested.
"Ill buy more milk, ok!?" Jack yelled in frustration. In a fluster he walked out of the room, followed by cries from his mother demanding he return. Jack retreated to his room, sitting on the edge of the bed. With clenched fists he ran over the previous few encounters with his mother in his head. He seethed at how petty she had been in the past few months.
What annoyed him more was that she wasn't being straight with him. Recently, while on the house computer, he found emails from someone called 'David' to Kate. The first few were fairly innocent, a little mild flirting maybe. They were all about meeting for a drink and teasing each other about things that happened at work. Jack guessed it was someone from work as he didn't see her often go out. As he read further on though he discovered they'd met for a drink and on that night they'd kissed. There were lots of smiley and winking emoticons going back and forth the next morning.
Jack didn't have anything against his mother finding a new love. She was attractive, with her flowing brown hair and athletic, top-heavy body, and still only in her late thirties. His father had left years ago and had not been seen since, so she was not doing anything wrong. No, the fact was that Jack did not like being lied to. After finding the first few emails he slipped in the question one morning at breakfast. He asked if she was seeing anyone. She told him no. He asked if she was interested in anyone. She told him no again, along with some tripe about minding his own business.
From then on Jack made it his business to intercept all of her emails from this mystery 'David', and he did. Over the next week he witnessed the two of them getting closer and closer, flirting more and more until one day Jack found an email where they arranged to meet in a motel. They didn't want anyone to find out so it was all done in secret, away from their homes. Jack scrolled through the emails looking for more and more. He found quite a few, telling each other what they liked about it.
'Your hands certainly know their way around.' Kate wrote. 'So does your tongue ;)' Came David's reply. Reading this made Jack's limp dick spring into life. With such little detail his imagination was thrown into overdrive. 'Well there was so much to taste ;)' came his mother's reply. Never had he considered his mother in a sexual situation but now his mind was flooded. He could picture his man laying flat on a bed, legs slightly sprawled, with a mighty solid rock of a penis standing proudly in front of his mom who stalked on all fours. He could see her mouth slowly engulfing his member until she had her mouth stuffed full. It was the stuff of teenage fantasy, but none of the less Jack soon felt himself caressing his penis as he sat there.
However, remembering finding those emails did little to suppress his anger in the present moment, having just been berated for leaving milk out of the fridge. He was going to show Kate who the boss was. He quickly opened up his laptop and loaded up his mother's emails. It was little surprise that there were a whole load more from David since he last checked. Reading through them was a sordid tale. It seemed as though they had met up a few times in the motel for sex. Kate told him how much she liked being dominated. How much she liked it when he held her down and fucked her. She liked the power he had over her. Jack knew his luck was in today.
In the 'sent' box his mother had emailed David again, suggesting he come over to her house when her 'annoying son' was out. Jack noted the casual insult she'd thrown his way, she was going to get it all back and more soon. He recalled the email from David. David would never see that again. Instead he quickly set up her account so that emails from Jack's account appeared as though they'd come from David. He set to work typing an email, trying his best to quote the previous emails so as to appear genuine. He told his mother, as David, how much he liked it when he pinned her to the bed and fucked her. He told her how he loved than she was his slave. He sent it.
It did not take long to get a reply from his mother. She must have been downstairs getting hot at the message she was reading. It read;
'Oh David, I want you right now. You turn me on so much it hurts. I wish you could come over and take me now. I'd do anything to make you cum.'
Jack felt his dick straining against his pants. The message continued;
'Please tell me you're free tomorrow. My son won't be home and you can fuck me however you want. Please come and fuck me, David."
Jack licked his lips before carefully typing his reply;
'I want to come and ravage you again. I want to hold you down and fuck you like a good slut. I'm free tomorrow. Free to come and make you my slave. I have an idea. I want you lay on your bed in your sexiest clothing, waiting for me. Leave the front door unlocked and I'll let myself in. I want to see you submit to me totally. Lay on your bed wearing a blindfold. I'll come in and do things to you you've never imagined. You won't see me, but know it's me. Remember the blindfold!"
Jack sent the message and sat back on his chair in a slightly cold sweat. A few minutes later he got one back from him mother;
'Oh my god you've made me so wet! Yes! Yes please come tomorrow. I'll do what you say. Anything ;)'
Jack read this and raised his arms above his head triumphantly, trying not to cheer. It was just as he had wanted. He began imagining what his night would be like tomorrow, all the sordid, kinky things he could get away with, when suddenly a knock came at his door.
"Jack?" His mother called. Jack panicked unnecessarily.
"Uh... yes Mom?" He replied sheepishly.
"I just wondered, are you going to the movies tomorrow, like normal?" she asked.
"Yeah, Mom, why?" He reply, a big smile coming over his face.
"Oh no reason. Actually I wondered if you needed a ride there."
