[©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]
[Mother is scolded about her 'sissy son' and has two months to change him. She sets him up on dates with the daughters of all her friends; they don't work out.]
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Looking around the same home that I was raised in, I thought back to the year I turned eighteen. My beautiful mother was thirty-seven and her 'old man' fifty-four. I thought about the turbulent family life that was punctuated by occasional abuse and constant neglect, and about my parents.
He was from a wealthy family and she was ordered by her mother to 'catch him' anyway she could. To do it, my mom slept with him, hoping she'd get in trouble and 'make the catch'. Unfortunately, his boyish sized equipment barely entered her, the 'climax' literally two or three droplets.
To my mother's dismay, HER mother ordered her to hit the bars until she WAS in the family way, then she could blame it on Mal. Even at eighteen, my mother had no problem attracting men: blonde hair, blue eyes, Hollywood smile, a body like Pamela Anderson, if slightly smaller at five foot two.
Soon my mom was 'in trouble'; she called up Mal who was proud to claim responsibility for her unplanned (sic) pregnancy. They got married soon after followed by my arrival. Since then, their love life was mostly planning and hoping without doing. Loyal to the end, my mother was going to hang around until she got a 'payday' for her and me from this marriage.
She feared divorce because 'the old man' had caught her during a 'girls' night out'. She'd gotten drunk and was making out with one of the male dancers in the parking lot. It wasn't much but she feared it'd be enough to sway any divorce court. So, mom was stuck.
Mom's old man got more and more distant from my beautiful mother as the years progressed. Their frostiness in bed carried over into the general household atmosphere.
I didn't know it, but the black and blue eyes that mom occasionally got were not due to 'broken capillaries' as she explained them to me but due to a 'bitch slap' that he would lay on her.
Now you're up to speed. He was going to go on a two month junket to Asia in search of products to sell in the family owned dollar stores that he mismanaged. Before he left, he grabbed mom by the shoulder and gave her a stern warning:
Mal: "I noticed that my son is not dating and only hangs out with male friends. The thought that he's a 'sissy' makes me ill. I'm going to be gone for two months and I expect you to do your job as a mother for once and get him straight...I don't care what it takes. If you don't, you'll be getting more of this!"
With that, he used the back of his hand thoughtlessly, leaving mom to explain away yet another black and blue eye. He grabbed his bag and was off to the airport.
The next day was a Friday. When I came home from school, I told her:
Me: "Mom, I'm going to hang out with the science club guys tonight and this weekend. We're making a liquid-fueled little rocket that might reach the clouds. It's going to be so cool!"
Mom: "Sweetheart, your father is concerned about you 'hanging out' with only male friends. You've told me in the past that you just can't get dates. Would you mind, I mean would you humor me and go out if I set you up?"
I grumbled about a blind date, but eventually I broke down and went out with one of her bridge crony's daughters. She was a redhead, but she was taller than me and must've weighed close to one eighty. I came home after the movie let out at one, relieved that I just had to give her a kiss at her door.
When I got home, I was surprised to see that my mother had waited up to make sure I was okay. I was touched. Tiptoeing up to the couch, I saw that she'd fallen asleep, wearing her green houserobe with her reading glasses still on. I carefully removed the glasses and picked up my mother.
As I held her in my arms for the first time, I realized that I had a beautiful mother. Holding her in my arms like a wonderful trophy, I was struck by her perfection of face and figure. Also, I was struck about how light she was. I carried her like King Kong carried his girl.
At this point, all hell broke loose as my mom woke up.
Mom: "Put me down this instant young man! Now why are you home so early? Oh my God, is he right? Are you just not into girls?"
Me: "That blind date was built like a football player and not one in particularly good shape either."
Mom: "I don't care, do you hear? I'm under pressure to see that you become a man, a REAL man. Right now, I can see you're no more man than your broken down old father."
For some reason, this just made me lose it. With one hand I grabbed my mom's lapels which gave me total control over her. Holding her that way, I let out my 'pride and joy'. It was still 'shy' and just spilled out like a baby elephant's trunk.
My ten inch warrior slowly grew to its full-size. You could watch my mother's expression change from anger to puzzlement to all-out lust. As for me, I felt an enormous surge of virility as my manhood swelled with power and size.
To my delight, her eyes closed and her mouth beckoned. I gingerly inserted my huge cock, careful lest she choke on that mammoth intruder. I could hear a gurgling sound as she happily slurped on it. I think she tried to say 'what a man' or 'what a beautiful cock' as she slurped away; it all sounded the same to me.
My wealthy and conservative soccer mom showed surprising talent (and experience?) now, as she held the family jewels in the warmth of one palm with the other hand going up and down like a piston on my powerful rod.
Mom's eyes were firmly closed as she felt my balls pull tight and my dick spasm. She was prepared to take in and swallow whatever I could give her, be it a drop or a gallon. Then: nothing.
Me: "I think you could see now that I am not 'shortchanged' down there like the 'old man'. Also, I proved that I can enjoy a 'BJ' with the best of them. I don't have to prove any more now--do I?"
To my amazement, my beautiful mother wasn't satisfied. She'd been ordered to make certain I was 'straight' and so far I'd only allowed a woman to 'toot my horn'. Worse, I'd not cum at all.
Mom: "Young man, I won't be satisfied until I'm sure that you've done something, anything, with a woman, and I mean ALL THE WAY! Right now, you're still either 'on the other team' or just like your father: unable to perform."
Well, that was all I needed to hear. I grabbed mom again, this time putting her over my shoulder and carrying her into her room like a sleeping bag. I dumped her so that she was flat on her back. With one single motion, I grabbed the side of her frock and tore everything off.