The Dark Fantasy Continues...
Kyle could hear his mother down the hall crying on the phone. It had been a month since their awful disgrace behind the Savings And Loan Building. A month since the whole world had seen his mother sucking him off in the parking lot. A month since his ex-girlfriend had ruined both their lives.
"Please, Rob," his mother was sobbing, "I love you. I need you. It wasn't our fault. Do you think I wanted that to happen? I thought you loved me. Please, Rob..."
Kyle couldn't hear anything more except for his mother's pathetic weeping. Obviously Rob was doing the talking now, and from his mother's continued sobbing, he could only imagine what the bastard was saying to her.
"Fuck you then," his mother cried out. "I don't care what you think. Believe what you want to believe. I never want to hear from you again the rest of my life!"
Kyle heard her throw the phone against the wall. He laid in the dark listening to her cry for the next hour. He could imagine what Rob had said to her. It couldn't have been much different from what his girlfriend Kathy had said.
"How could you do that, Kyle? How could you cum in your mother's mouth like that? You must have liked it. My parents say I can't see you anymore. They say you and your mother are perverts. They're sending me to college in the fall. You can't expect me to disobey them for a boy like you. It's over, Kyle. Go away! Go be with your dirty, slutty, mother!"
When he had come back home after that unpleasantness, bringing the groceries he'd bought in the next county over, his mom had been short and irritable with him. Why had he taken so long? What made him think seeing his girlfriend was a good idea? Couldn't he just do what he was told to do?
He realized his mom was blaming him for what happened. Amber should have been the one she blamed. It was Amber who orchestrated the whole thing. Amber who had forced her to perform a sex act on him. Yet his mother was blaming it all on him.
After the crowd had wandered off, his mother had come out of the building dressed in what looked like rags. She had put on her torn and ruined clothes. After locking the door, she had walked over to him limping, her feet all scraped up.
She had used what looked like a hunting knife, God only knew where she had gotten it, to cut the restraints that bound him to the pole. Then, from behind him, her hand had come over his right shoulder holding something.
"Put these on."
It was a pair of women's panties.
"I can't wear those," he'd protested.
"Put them on," she'd ordered. "I'm not taking you home like this."
He had squeezed into them, and they were so tight he had trouble walking. Following his mother to the car, he did as he was told and climbed into the back seat. Much to his dismay, the tight fabric caused him to have another erection.
"You just don't quit, do you," his mother had said meanly to him, noticing his hard cock as he got into the car. "What's wrong with you?"
"Mom, I can't help it."
"Shut up!"
Like a little kid, he had started crying again, and his mother had no sympathy for him, although she was crying herself.
"Stop blubbering," she commanded. "You had your fun. What are you crying about?"
For the last month, him and his mother had avoided one another. They each stayed in their own rooms most of the time. This wasn't the first time he'd heard her crying. She knew how to navigate the internet as well as anyone.
One he heard her shriek out in the middle of the night, and hurried to her room. From outside the closed door he could hear her watching one of the videos that had been uploaded.
"Make Them Fuck, Make Them Fuck, Make Them Fuck!"
He knew which video she was watching, and walked quietly back to his bedroom.
Now, a month later, he had never felt more alone. His mother had always been the most important woman in his life. For years it had just been the two of them. He was proud of how beautiful and youthful looking she was. She could pass for being ten years younger than she actually was. For years they could discuss anything together. Now they barely talked.
When the trouble had come up with Amber, he had sought out her advice, then followed it. When Amber had almost died, it was his mother who made sure she got the proper care. And after Amber had recovered, changed though she was, it was his mother who transferred fifty thousand dollars into Amber's account.
Was his mom really blaming him for everything, when it had been her idea on how to handle Amber in the first place?
Now that Amber had her revenge, what were the two of them supposed to do? As far as he knew, his mother hadn't been back to their Savings And Loan since that day. They were both the laughingstocks of the entire county, and she knew it.
Of course it wasn't just the county. The videos were being seen around the world. Kids had even giggled and pointed at him when he'd gone grocery shopping.
The county was their home, and the Savings And Loan had belonged to their family for decades. What would they do now? And what would he do if his mother kept blaming him for everything that happened? What would he do if his mother abandoned him?
Turning the volume down on his computer, Kyle watched one of the videos about them. He felt himself getting hard, and stroked his erection as he watched.
It was the one video that showed his mom peeing, and for reasons he couldn't begin to understand, he found it tremendously exciting. He kept backing it up to the point where she wiggled her hips in that funny little motion, just as the piss shot out of her in a forceful stream.
He imagined the two of them in the basement. His mother was straddling him on the cool, damp, floor. He could tell by the way her forehead wrinkled that she was trying hard to obey him.
"Do it, Mom," he panted. "I want you too."
"I'm trying, darling, honest I am. I'm trying so hard. I want to please you."
"Do it, Kimmy. Do it all over us!"
"All God, Kyle, it's happening!"
Kimberly Bentley, the proper, well respected, banker, now a wantonly out of control sex slave, began peeing on her son. The warm, pungent, urine, rushed out of her in a powerfully warm, torrent. A golden shower that made both mother and son have shattering orgasms.
"Oh God, Baby," squealed his mother, "I love you!"
The fantasy, one of Kyle's favorites, brought him to the brink of a climax when he heard the knock at his door.
"Kyle, are you decent? Can I come in?"
He couldn't believe it. His mother hadn't knocked on his door in a month. Why now? What could she possibly want? He had to calm himself down before answering.
"Kyle, are you awake?"
"Yes, I am now. What is it?"
