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The boy was overwhelmed by emotions and feelings. Fear, sexual arousal, confusion, anger, disgust, shame, and more. After thoroughly scrubbing his face until the skin was raw, he quickly left the house. His mother would be home from church soon and he couldn't find the courage to confront her.
So his prim and proper conservative mother was some sort of sexual deviant. His mom was a domme. He could deal with that. At least, over time, he thought he could get used to it. Or forget about it. She had done a great job so far of keeping that life separate from their normal lives.
However, he was having a very difficult time being the subject of her attention and abuse himself. He wondered what had gotten into her. Instead of a sweet kiss goodnight like she always offered him, she had snuck into his room last night and spit a huge load of sperm onto her sleeping son's face. That took something.. he didn't understand. Was she angry with him? She had never done anything like that to him in all his eighteen years of life.
And her eyes.. Why had she stared into his eyes while she slurped and stroked that huge black cock? Why had she beckoned him into the room after fisting that poor bound man's ass? She couldn't possibly have wanted her own son to participate in any kind of sex act with her. But why else would she have summoned him like that? He felt his stomach cringe.
And the message she had left for him seemed to promise the same retribution he had seen in her eyes as she fucked the stranger's face. Last night there was lust in his mother's eyes, that was certain. But also a kind of.. Arrogance, ownership, expectancy. The look a cat gives a captured mouse. He had never been really afraid of his mother until he had seen her eyes last night.
He couldn't face her. The boy was shaking. He went to the park to calm down. He spent most of that Sunday walking around his neighborhood, and by the end of the day he hadn't figured out anything. Or dealt with anything.
Returning home for the night (he did have school in the morning), the boy opened the door to find his friend Tim sitting on his couch. Tim was sitting alone. The boy's mother walked into the room and young Wesley felt himself shudder. He also noticed his friend Tim shiver a little and look away from her.
His mother was wearing her normal conservative blouse, thick and covering her almost completely. She smiled and walked slowly over to her son. Her large tits swayed gently under her blouse, hidden from sight, as she approached her little boy.
"Hello Wesley. Where have you been all day? We've missed you. Your friend Tim has been waiting around. We thought you'd have come back by now."
She gave Wesley a loose hug and quickly kissed him on the corner of his mouth, half on his cheek, like she always did. It was the most motherly of kisses, how he had been kissed by her his whole life. Wesley cringed back slightly; his mother's breath positively reeked of cum. He also felt his cheek was now wet from the kiss. Alarmed, he looked at his friend and wiped his cheek. Tim did not meet his gaze. Instead, his friend rose and moved towards the door, hastily explaining to Wesley that he was supposed to help his father clean his garage before dinner. Tim called that he would see Wesley later tonight and left.
Wesley was unsure of what had just happened. Perhaps his mother was toying with him again. He wondered if she had just sucked off Tim, or if the black man was still tied up in her bedroom. Or maybe the slut had just forgotten to brush her teeth. Tim was always a little weird anyway.
Still feeling uncomfortable around his mother, the boy quickly greeted her and started up the stairs. He was almost into his room when he heard his mother shout up from below.
"As he said, Tim is coming back over for dinner. We'll begin in about two hours."
"That's okay mom, I ate earlier," he returned.
"But son, I made your favorite. I'll see you in 2 hours," she responded, in a tone that made clear that was final.
Sighing to himself, Wesley walked towards his room. He glanced down the hall and noticed his mother's door was slightly ajar. Listening carefully, he heard his mother running water in the kitchen downstairs. The boy's curiosity got the best of him, and he crept down the hall to peek into his mother's bedroom.
He looked inside. The spacious room was clean and empty. No large black man tied to the bed. No obscene sex toys lying about. No clothing on the floor. It was just his mother's bedroom. The boy felt relieved, hoping that this was evidence that his life was returning to normal. He went to his room and surfed the internet for awhile.
"Wesley, dinner time! Come on, we're waiting."
The boy jumped in his chair, startled. He had been in the midst of furiously stroking his dick and looking at fake nude celeb pictures online. His mother had dinner ready downstairs. He was not far from cumming, but the insistence in his mother's tone affected him. After the message she had left him written on her sex toy, Wesley was afraid to be perceived as not listening to his mother.
He stuck his dick up into the waistband of his shorts and changed into a slightly longer shirt to better cover his erection up. Then he went downstairs and went to the dining room.
His mother and Tim were already eating. Dinner was homemade pizza and ranch, Wesley's favorite. He sat down at his plate and thanked his mother for cooking, like he always did.
Beginning to eat, he noticed that his mother had changed her outfit. Wesley almost choked on his pizza. His mother was dressed like a prostitute. Her huge tits were squeezed into a tight striped halter top that showed at least 8 inches of solid cleavage. Clearly she wore no bra. She had been talking with Tim about something her friend Sue (Tim's mother) had said last week, and was laughing loudly. Along with her laughing, her huge tits jiggled obscenely. They almost looked like they were going to fall out on the table. And Wesley noticed that Tim was definitely paying attention to those massive bags of flesh. Wes couldn't help staring a little himself as they bounced into each other and pressed against the table.
Something tasted funny. The youth looked down at his pizza. Usually when his mother made his favorite dinner, she just made the pizza and he put the ranch on. This time his mother already had the ranch on the pizza. Smacking his lips thoughtfully, Wesley glanced again at his mother. She was looking directly into his eyes, giving him that same fierce look of smug ownership.
Realizing her game, Wesley almost choked. She had somehow covered the pizza with ranch and cum. At least, his pieces were topped with the nasty stuff. He could still feel the last of the crusty sperm rolling down the back of his tongue. Wesley looked over at Tim's half-eaten plate and noted that his friend's ranch had the same nebulous consistency. There was at least five loads worth of cum on the dinner table in front of him. Disgusted but unable to relay to his friend that his mother had put a man's sperm all over their food, Wesley swallowed the rest of the bite he had been chewing. He wondered how much cum he had just eaten, and he marveled at how difficult it was to spot unless you were looking for it. At least he had tasted it and noticed it, Tim seemed oblivious.
"Wesley honey, are you okay? Drink some water," his mother cooed to her child.
He looked defiantly at his mother and her smug smirk. He noticed that her previous laughing had jiggled her fat tits so much that half of her right areola was now visible. At least two inches of the soft pink circle was showing above the line of her halter top. And her nipple was clearly visible, just about to crest the line of her top into view. Tim was absolutely entranced by her breasts, absent-mindedly gobbling up the cummy pizza.
The woman looked down at Wesley's shirt and stared. He looked down, alarmed, and noticed that the shirt he had just put on clearly showed the precum stain that had squeezed out of his cock still trapped in his waistband. She reached over to his stomach.
"Oh look, you've spilled some ranch on yourself."
Before he could react, she had her hand over the stain and motioned as if to rub it off. This only caused her to rub her hand back and forth across the sensitive underside of his cockhead.
"It's not coming out, and there was more than I thought," she said slyly, pointing out that more precum had oozed out due to her touching. The boy stifled a groan as his mother rubbed his aching cock with her hand.
