Mom's My Slave

"Please baby, I need my medicine, I need to get well." My mother whined. She was grabbing my wrist, holding me from leaving the house.

I smirked. Her medicine? Bitch was a junkie, even if the oxy was prescribed. But that's not the reason I was smirking.

It was the fact that once she realized I had her pills, wallet, and jewellery, the tables had turned.

She had woken up hungover, running to bathroom to puke her guts out from getting blackout drunk the night before. Only after praying to the Porcelain God did she realize her pussy was sore, cum still leaking out.

And the few flashes of memory while she was wasted was of her son's cock pounding her mercilessly. Her own son, taking advantage of her and using her like a back-alley whore.

I saw the shame and fury well up inside her, and she started screaming at me.

I had raped her. I was a disgusting pig. She couldn't believe I had done this to her. Blah, blah, blah.

I let the tirade pass over me. Usually her anger would put the fear of God into me, as it did when I was younger. But I was no child, I was a man with a man's needs. And last night, as I unapologetically savaged my mother, I became the man of the house.

She just hadn't realized it yet.

Anger turned to tears, and soon she was reaching for her pills to blunt the burning shame she felt.

Except her "medicine" wasn't there.

I had been busy last night, putting my plan into motion. I had collected all the valuables in the house, her pills being at the top of the list, and hidden them away. A good son would've done this to force his mother to quit, to give her the chance to overcome her addiction.

I am not that guy.

I had become addicted to the power I felt fucking my insensible, vulnerable mother. I had came like a God, and I wasn't going to give it up. That meant abusing her addiction to fuel mine. A taste of absolute power over my junkie slut mother wasn't enough.

I required her total submission, and she was going to give it.

It's not like it was a particularly clever plan, as she pieced it together quickly. But she was hungover, ashamed, and the creeping need to satisfy her urge was getting stronger by the minute.

"I want you out of my house! I can't even look at you! What, you think I can't get more? It's my prescription!" She yelled, emotions whipsawing back to anger as she realized what I was doing.

"Oh?" I replied, my smirk now a mocking grin, "With what? Even if you had your wallet you're broke."

Her eyebrows shot up in alarm as she rushed to find her wallet. She shrieked realizing her jewellery box was empty, as well as her other valuables- not that there was much left.

She really was broke, being jobless and heavily medicated for months burning through what meager savings she had. Burning through

my

savings, as I saw it now. She simply wasn't responsible enough to be in control of the finances. So it was my money now.

She came back into the living room visibly shook, looking at me with a horrified expression.

She was starting to understand.

"You can't-" she started.

"I am leaving, actually, I'm late for work." I cut her off, and headed for the door.

"No!" She yelped, grabbing my arm.

"No." She said again, faintly, as the confusing mess of emotions warred inside her. She shook her head as she considered the implied cost to get her pills.

But it wasn't a fierce shake of her head. I laughed.

"You enjoyed it!" I accused her.

"No!?" She replied, unconvincingly.

"You fucking loved it. I heard you calling out for dad. Well I'm your daddy now."

"No!" The stubborn bitch said.

"No?" I asked, pulling away, "Then fine, you'll never see me again."

I opened the door.

"Please baby, I need my medicine, I need to get well." She whined, her resolve crumbling.

It was time.

"Then get on your fucking knees."

I invested each word with as much malice and dominance as I could muster. Each word hit her like a hammer. She opened and closed her mouth, unable to speak.

The words hung heavy in the silence that followed. If my mother wanted to get high, she had to suck her son's cock. It was that simple, and totally clear. An act of total submission, and with it the acceptance she'd no longer be my mother- she'd be my sex slave.

I stood steadfast, I would not break the silence. She had to submit to me. I was nearly going to give it up, but saw her nipples getting hard through her pajama top. I struggled to keep a neutral expression, but it was obvious how much she actually wanted this. She would've put on more than an oversized shirt otherwise. I doubted she even had panties on.

I saw the gears turning in her head- how easy it would be to give in. No more responsibility, no more decisions she'd have to make.

She was getting off on the idea of being her son's fucktoy. She was getting excited at the thought of being taken care of in exchange for total submission. She wanted to suck my cock. She wanted to suck it

because

I was her son.

But still she stood, frozen in indecision. It was time to force the issue.

I grunted, then pulled away, turning my back on my mother and my life.

I was fully ready to leave forever. If this gambit failed, then I'd have to leave everything behind. There's no way I could uncross this bridge.

"Wait!" My mother wailed, and I turned back. I smiled.

She was on her knees.

I started getting hard in my pants immediately, feeling a rush of pure power that she had submitted to me.

She was going to suck my cock, and then I would get her high. Total power over her. It was incredible.

I closed the door, hiding the wash of intense relief flooding through me. My plan had worked, and to be honest I didn't know what I would've done had it failed.

I sauntered towards her, letting the power surge through me. She dropped her eyes, ashamed of what she was about to do.

I wasn't having any of that, ever so delicately taking her face in my hand, drawing her eyes to mine.

"You will not be ashamed." I commanded. "This is what we both want."

I saw the truth in those words as her eyes darted to my crotch. I let go of her face, unbuckling my jeans. She licked her lips as I pulled the zipper open.

"Holy shit." She murmured as I slipped my half-hard cock out, "It's just like your fathers."

She wrapped her hand around it, shuddering as she starting stroking it full sized.

"Then suck it like my fathers." I commanded.

Her eyes fluttered, tongue lolling out. She planted her tongue against the base of shaft, pinning public hair between her tongue and my cock. She didn't care at all, drawing her fat wet tongue up the length of my shaft in one slow lick.

I grunted as she moaned, and I suspected she was getting off just as much as I was from her total submission. She looked hypnotized, eyes hooded as if she had managed to turn off her brain. I groaned as she licked all the way up my shaft again, my dick hurting it was getting so hard.

She planted her face at the base of my shaft, pressing her nose into my balls. She inhaled deeply.

"NNNNGH!" She moaned, creaming as she inhaled pure male musk, entire body shaking at the totality of her enslavement.

My jaw dropped at the sight, shocked at the display. I had always suspected my mom was a whore, but seeing the pure lust in her eyes as she continued licking up and down my rock-hard shaft was unbelievable.

And just as something had snapped in her mind, something snapped in mine. Animal lust took over, and I grabbed a huge handful of hair and pulled.

She gasped with excitement, eyes large and submissive, perverted smile curling open lips. My dominance was making her more submissive- Her submission making me more dominant.

"Suck my fucking cock, whore!" I spat, forcing fat meat into her mouth. She responded in kind, driving her face forward to fuck herself onto my dick. We both went deeper than expected, and I pulled out as she gagged. I only gave her a half-breaths moment before driving back in.

"Glumph!" She gagged again, desperately trying to keep breath control. Her eyes rolled back as her entire focus became being a throat to fuck.

"Fuuuuuck!" I grunted, setting a fast pace, eyes going wide everytime I slid the half-inch deeper than I expected I could go.

"Fuck!" I repeated. This bitch was good. This bitch was damn good! I wouldn't be able to last long like this.

I pulled out, keeping her head at bay, barely stopping myself from cumming right there on the spot. Her hand leapt up go jerk me off, throat juice lubing my drenched cock. A fat line of phlegm connected my dick to her lips as she looked at me with an open smile that screamed 'yes I am that whore'.

I grunted as she jerked, and she turned her attention to my cock. She appraised it, comparing it to the literal hundreds of others she had sucked in her time. An unmistakable look of approval flashed in her eyes. She was impressed.

"You like sucking your son's cock?" I asked.

"It's bigger than your fathers," she replied, a touch of awe in her voice.

Without warning she drove her head down onto my shaft, pushing through the back of her throat, going deeper than I had ever known possible.

I yelped as she gagged, immediately pulling back with a wet gulp.

"Yep," she coughed, eyes watering "definitely bigger."

"You fucking..." I couldn't finish the sentence, just grabbed control again as I resumed fucking her face.

With her throat warmed up now she slurped greedily as I thrust deep. This was not her first rodeo, throat muscles relaxed and her breaths perfectly timed with my piston fuckmachine.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-" I moaned with each thrust, fucking deeper with every pump. There was no stopping it now, I was using her throat solely to cum.

I needed to cum harder than I ever had before. Her wet juicy gulps cheered me on as I facefucked my mother with desperate need.

"Unngh! Uunnngh! FUNNNNNNGH! I roared, pulling out at the last second, jerking wildly as I cum exploded from my massive cock.

"YES DADDY!" My mother moaned as a shotgun blast of white hot cum exploded onto her forehead and hair. A larger shot immediately followed, landing thick on her eyebrows and forcing her eye closed.

Fat jets painted her face, my brain melting as I blasted an olympic amount of hot fresh cum all over her face. She took it like an experienced whore, pushing her face forward, forcing herself to fully accept her reward with a smile.

She brought her tongue to my tip as the thick jets slowed, letting the remainder jerk into open mouth. She let it pool on her tongue, good eye locked on mine as she proved she could handle the bitter, salty mess.

And she could, my mother was a consummate cumslut at her craft, a bitch that knew how important being cummed on was to a sex slave. She was embracing it, committing fully to the perverted role of incest fucktoy.

Not that I noticed, my brain melting from an orgasm I didn't think possible. I was shuddering, knees weak as every muscle in my body was tense. Every part of me was an extension of my cock, my eyes rolled back as my entire being unloaded on my cocksucking whore mother.

Slowly my focus returned, to the vision of my cum blasted mother smiling, mouth still open, staying in the pocket of a nasty cumslut. Her messy, tangled hair was splattered with sticky paste, her face covered with a thick glaze. Only when she saw was I watching did she start scooping the excess into her mouth, still not swallowing.

I watched the display, dazed, my mother committing heinous sex acts beyond my wildest dreams. It was incredible.

"Pl-ease?" She managed to ask around the thick load filling her mouth. I looked at her confused.

"Pill." She said quickly, seeing my confusion.

I laughed. Of course, junkie bitches only want one thing.

Well she had earned it.

I pulled a pill out of the teeny tiny pocket of my jeans. I had never known what that pocket was for, but it was perfect for storing my mothers treats.

She opened her mouth wide, cum still pooled on her tongue, a smile making her request obvious. I placed the pill into the pool.

Drugs and cum disappeared in an instant, my mother giving a satisfied "ahh" as she proved to me she had swallowed both without so much as a grimace.

I just shook my head. Using cum to swallow a pill? This bitch was different.

Her I'm-a-good-girl smile immediately relaxed into the familiar I-love-getting-high smile as the drug started to work its way through her. The manic whore was gone; the slow, dopey smile I had become used to taking its place.

"I can't believe I sucked my own son's dick." She said sheepishly, giggling at the realization of what she had done for drugs.

She shrugged, giggled, shrugged again, as if considering the shame that should accompany being such a stunning failure. She looked at me, a surprised expression on her face. It wasn't shame she was feeling. It excited her.

"I sucked my son's dick." She repeated, words slightly slurring as the opioids worked their way through her.

She sat back on the floor, back resting against the base of the couch. She opened her legs wide.

She revealed she did not, in fact, have panties on, just an old oversized shirt that she had quickly thrown on before looking for her fix. She pulled it off, revealing her total nakedness as she splayed out before me. She stared at me, eyes hooded and defiant, and she started masturbating in front of me.

"I sucked my son's dick." She said again, fingering her clit, the sick admission of incest getting her off.

I just stood there, cock still pulled out of my jeans and half-hard, allowing her to use the sight of her son as masturbation material.

She was rubbing quickly now, an intense look on her face as she looked me up and down, down and up, appreciating the sight of a man's nakedness towering over her. She brought her free hand to her breast, pulling roughly at her nipple as she worked her clit.

She was dripping freely, making a rude squelching sound with every stroke of her fingers. She was breathing deeply, full concentration on relieving the desperate need between her legs. A thin sheen of sweat made her body glisten as she worked for her release.

My dick started getting hard again at the hot mess on display.

"I wanna

fuck

my son." She spat, eyes widening with glee at the admission, staring at me with an intense, perverted expression.

"I wanna fuck my son!" She said again, close now, hips bucking, nipple pulled painfully, face contorted as she tried to stay focused on the sex object towering over.

"FUUU-" She squealed, hips bucking her forwards as she exploded. The trickle of girl-juice dripping from her snatch turned into a full geyser as she squirted all over the living room floor. My jaw dropped at the thick jet of clear fluid ejecting forcefully from her cunt, arcing wildly to splatter the floor all the way to my shoes.

I was salivating at the sight of a woman cumming wildly. Her hips bucking with every squirt, her fingers buzzing against her clit to keep herself cumming, her entire body arched as she came in incestuous bliss. She was a nasty slut. I love nasty sluts.

"UNNNNGH!" She grunted, body collapsing back on the floor, curling into herself, body still shaking. The dopey smile returned, eyes struggling to stay open as she rebounded from her massive orgasm. I was stroking my cock without even realizing it.

Sweaty, hair messed, dripping in cunt juice- it's all I needed to be ready to go again, despite fucking her all night while she was unconscious.

She crawled, slowly, to the coffee table crowded with last nights liquor. She grabbed the dregs of a drink at random, knocked it back like it was water, then lit a cigarette.

Did this trailer trash slut have any idea what the display was doing to me? I doubted it, she was totally oblivious to anything but her base urges. I stroked faster as she leaned back onto the seat of the couch, taking a long hard drag off her cigarette as she stretched.

I watched, fascinated as she smoked. She took each drag as if trying to cause the maximum amount of damage the cigarette could make.

She sighed exultantly as she exhaled, settling lengthwise on the couch. She was stark naked, and she naturally opened her legs wide as she laid back, head resting on the arm of the couch. Her breasts were perfectly framed, still sweat slick and glistening. Her still dripping cunny was perfectly displayed.

"Mmmm the medicine makes me so horny," she said, turning her smoky eyes on me, "no matter how much I cum I just want more."

And then the smell hit me- a heady combination of cigarette smoke and my mothers sex juice. I grunted, the powerful smell totally familiar. Far from being revolted from it, I realized I had associated the scent with my mother.

At once I realized what had been happening for months.

Since she started taking oxy, my mother had burnt each day away chain smoking and furiously masturbating- so much so that the smell was constantly present, enough to train me to think this was normal.

No wonder I had been so horny the past few weeks. A hot milf was constantly fingerblasting herself all over the goddamn place.

And now my cock was taking its pent-up revenge. She was laying there on the couch, exactly like she had as I mercilessly raped her unconscious body the night before. But now she wanted it, her body totally open to me.

She must have seen the expression on my face, dopey smile returning as she made little inviting circles with her hips. I stumbled forward a step as she grinded her cunt at me, hypnotizing me, drawing me towards her willing pussy like a moth to flame.

"Come fuck Mommy." She rasped, taking another long, damaging drag from her cigarette.

I climbed onto the couch at her legs, drooling, the air heavy with smoke and sex. It was intoxicating, my eyes locked on the mature body hungry for attention. I pushed my face against the inside of her thigh, sweat slick and unshaven. I inhaled as I pushed my face up her thigh, leg hairs scratching at my face.

I didn't care, her heady musk slowing my brain down, and I shuddered as I marked myself in my mothers nasty juices.

My tongue was out, and I planted my face square into her dripping slit. I gurgled as my entire world became a woman's sex, my senses overloaded, my entire being reduced to animal lust.

"Mmmmm yes, baby, come fuck Mommy!" She cooed as I started licking, feasting on cunt like a starved man. My face was soaked, and I grunted like an animal between her legs, tongue flicking from clit down her labia, lapping up the nectar from her hole, even teasing taint and asshole. I wanted it all. Needed it all. I was drunk on cunt and needed to fully worship the greedy body undulating beneath me.

She was hairy and unkempt, but I was too far gone to care. If anything it trapped the flavor in, drugging me with a more potent dose of her musk. She cooed encouragement between long drags of her cigarette.

"Yes, eat Mommy's pussy. That's a good boy, that's right, play with Mommy's nasty cunt."

I licked my way up her stomach, pressing my face between her sweaty tits, moaning loudly as my body became overwhelmed from the sexual overload. My mouth found a nipple and latched on, wild-eyed, driven by pure lust.

"Yes, baby, suck on Mommy's tits! Ohhhh fuck I love getting my boobs sucked. Oh God I miss breastfeeding you."

The words were barely registering, my mind was gone, lost somewhere between her large breasts. It didn't matter what she said, hearing her voice drove my incestuous hunger on, the voice of a parent subverted to a voice of lustful intent.

"I breastfed both you and your sister for way longer than you're supposed to. I just couldn't help myself, I couldn't stop! If you get me pregnant I can breastfeed you again. And they'll get bigger! You'd enjoy sucking on big milky tits."