Unruly Son

Unruly Son

Mother discovers why her son misbehaves.

Sam

Linda

Mark 18, son

Sam and Linda were at their wits ends with their son Mark. They had tried everything to get him to behave, like buying him gifts, taking him on holidays, promising bigger rewards in future if he behaved. But nothing has worked and his behavior at home and at school continues to be challenging causing his school grades to suffer.

Sam was always mad at his son but Linda continues to be optimistic hoping there was some way to get through to him. However even she becomes despondent whenever Mark became physical; he had been known to push his mother around occasionally.

It was on one of these days when Linda was in her son's room to have a word about an incident that happened that began a chain of events.

It was a hot summer's day and Mark was only in his swimming trunks so that he didn't even have to wear underwear. Linda knew this and understood; she herself was only wearing a short, loose fitting summery dress, the type that didn't really need a bra underneath. She also could see that at 18, and topless, he was growing up fast and his body was filling out, he was no longer skinny.

"Mark, please, listen to me," Linda pleaded for the umpteenth time.

"I said leave me alone!" Mark shouted.

"Mark, you have to..."

"NO!" Mark shouted again and this time he pushed his mother causing her to tumble on his bed face first, but her feet remained on the carpet.

In his rage Mark pounced on his mother, wedging himself against her, pressing his hands on her back preventing her from getting up.

"Mark, get off me!" Linda demanded.

But in the struggle Mark felt his mother's behind was rubbing against him, causing his cock to stir. Confused he looked down to see, to his surprise, his mother's short dress had flipped up exposing her pink cotton knickers; and his crotch was pressed up against her bum.

He couldn't explain it but he started to move his hips, causing his bulge to grind against his mother's soft arse. It felt good so he ground himself more purposely.

Linda gasped, she felt him. She couldn't believe what her son was doing on her. Things have gone from bad to worse!

"Mark, what are you doing? Stop that at once!"

But Mark was in his own world now, this felt really good, he couldn't stop. But his shorts were getting in the way, the netting inside was chaffing. Without thinking he lowered his shorts and now pressed his hard teenage erection directly on his mother's panty-clad arse. In fact he wedged it directly in the cleft between her arse cheeks. He watched fascinated as he rubbed himself against his mother. He couldn't believe how good it felt, unlike any feelings he had before.

Linda was shocked. "Mark, Mark! Let me up!" But things got even worse. She felt her knickers being pulled down. "Mark, what are you doing? Stop that!" But she felt her arse exposed and...and...she felt the unmistakable heat and direct skin contact of his erection. "NO! MARK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Mark couldn't stop; he was driven, driven by a strong force as he rubbed himself against her naked arse. But he wanted more, he needed more. He just knew he had to do it. Leaning over his mother to prevent her from getting up he pushed his cock down with one hand and guided it to the hairy entrance. The hairs tickled his sensitive cockhead. But that felt good also. He thrust hard and he was embedded in his mother's pussy. For a moment he savoured the unbelievable feeling, the feeling of heat, softness and wetness; himself shocked at what he had just done.

"OHMYGOD! NO! You don't know what you're doing! Get off me, Mark!" But her struggles only served to caress his cock and enhance his pleasure. This induced him to start thrusting. There was no two ways about it, she was getting fucked by her own son! And there was nothing she could do about it.

For Mark this was the most pleasurable feeling he'd ever felt. Putting his hands on the bed either side of his mother he did what came naturally, he simply thrust and fucked and enjoyed the new feeling...until he ejaculated jet after jet of his semen. For a while he didn't know what he was doing other than simply following instincts. Even after his cock stopped spewing he remained rock hard, his cock just as sensitive and tingling like crazy. So, after a brief pause he began to thrust again! With his mother bent over his bed he fucked her hard like an animal letting all his energy go into each hard push of his hips.

Linda lay there face down on the bed stunned by the sheer power and aggressiveness of his fucking. It took her breath away. Eventually she heard him groan loudly and jerk his hips as his cock twitched and blasted more of his cum into her.

Then he flopped down onto her back and was motionless.

After a while, when all was calm and Linda had got her breath back, she pushed her son off her back, pulled up her knickers and straightened her dress. She was aware of her knickers getting wet as her son's semen oozed out of her.

Linda stood back speechless and saw her son naked, cowering in a ball, leaning against the bed. Her idea of scolding him evaporated when she saw her son like that. He was no longer the monster but instead he looked like a scared lamb. She was confused; she didn't know what to do. But her motherly instincts kicked in. She sat down on the floor next to him and cradled him.

"What got into you? Why did you do that?" she asked as she rocked him and stroked his head. "Oh, my baby, why did you do that?" she repeated, almost in tears. He didn't say anything but responded by nestling into her, movement that exposed his limp cock hanging out of a mass of his pubic hair. She diverted her eyes and covered him with his discarded shorts.

What was she going to do? She knew straight off that she couldn't tell her husband, he'd murder him. Who else could she talk to? There was nobody she could really talk about this with. She felt alone. She HAD to talk to Mark, it was the only way. Somehow she has to find a way to get through to him, but he doesn't talk; he's not communicative at the best of times. Oh, God, what was she going to do? He used to be just boisterous and rude, but this is different.

After holding him and rocking him for a while she realized that he was calm, not his usual loud self. And she felt her knickers were quite wet and uncomfortably sticky. So, she left him alone to recover and to change her knickers.

"Put something on," Linda said as she left his room.

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After a while Mark came down for his usual afternoon after-school tea. But this time he was quiet and just sat and ate. Linda was confused, she was feeling lost, she had no point of reference on how to deal with this new development, so she did the usual things on auto-pilot like making the afternoon tea. But she did notice that the house was strangely quiet.

And when Linda's husband Sam arrived home from work he too noticed the quietness.

"Is Mark out?" he asked.

"No, he's in his room. He's...going through a quiet phase," Linda replied cautiously.

"Wow, not even loud music," Sam noted since Mark most times had blaring music playing in his room. "Wonder what's got into him? I'm not complaining, though. "

And the house remained relatively quiet for the rest of the evening.

"Are YOU alright? You're strangely quiet as well," Sam noted.

"Yes, just tired," she said dismissively. She'd spent the evening in a kind of out of body state: her body was at home but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn't tell her husband that their son had raped her and some residue of his semen was still probably in her vagina. That night in bed it was good enough reason to decline her husband's sexual advances. She felt bad about that, they didn't do it often anyway - you know, the bad mood in the house due to their son's antics.

The next day things were back to normal, straight from breakfast. Linda's heart sank. For some stupid reason she had a faint hope that things might be different, Mark might feel guilty for what he'd done and now might behave himself. But no. And it continued like this for the next few days.

Linda tried to speak with Mark but that proved difficult in his usual, uncooperative mood. "Mark, we need to talk...about what you deed. You must know that was SO wrong. You must know..." and then he slammed the door on her and that was the end of the "conversation".

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Today was Saturday morning and Linda had done the laundry whilst Sam had gone off for some sporting day with his friends.

Mark drank tea on the back porch whilst he watched his mother put the washing on the line. It was another hot day, but a bit breezy, perfect for drying clothes his mother had said. She wished he would help putting the clothes up but he'd said something unhelpful.

Mark, again topless and only in his swimming trunks, watched curiously as he saw his mother stretch up and her dress flutter. As he sipped his tea his interest grew and his eyebrows narrowed when the dress was hoisted up by a sudden gust and he got a flash of his mother's knickers. He noted today she was wearing light brown with small roses print, detailed by black lacy edging. It became more interesting when she bent down to pick up more wet clothes and the wind exposed most of her backside to reveal the triangle of her knickers stretched taut over her round arse. It surprised him that he was taking so much interest in his mother's underwear.

His interest piqued when his mother was putting up her washed underwear - her bras and knickers - when he spotted her pink knickers and his eyebrows rose. He recognized them from the...from the day...He started to breathe faster.

So, when his mother had finished and was returning with the basket but stumbled on the porch steps and another gust of wind exposed his mother's knickers his mind fogged up and he pounced.

She thought he was helping her up but he grabbed her by the waist preventing her from straightening up, hoisted her dress and began to rub himself against her like before.

"Mark! No! Not again! You know it's wrong. Stop it," Linda pleaded.

But Mark didn't say anything and instead he dropped his trunks, pulled the light brown knickers down, and before she knew what was happening he plunged his cock into his mother.

"OHHHH!" she gasped as she felt the hard penetration. "MARK! NO! Pleeease honey, STOP IT!" she pleaded again, trying to keep her balance holding onto the top step; at the same time trying to fight off her son and get up.

But holding his mother by the waist Mark began fucking like a crazed dog on heat, panting like a crazed dog in heat.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Linda gasped as each hard thrust forced her lungs empty. "Stop it! I'm...your m...mother!"

But Mark didn't stop; instead he began to let his hands roam over her naked behind, then travelled up inside her dress feeling up her smooth female body, and then under his mother to cup the swaying braless breasts.

"Ooooooh!" he whimpered squeezing those breasts.

"Stop...p it, please."

Linda tried to get up, to remove his hands but his frenzied fucking kept her bent over; until finally he ejaculated powerful jets of his semen into her vagina. But again he wouldn't let her up even though he had finished, or so she thought. For Mark once again it was not enough, he's cock remained steel hard and he fucked his mother with it for the second time.

Finally Mark finished and went limp and Linda was able to push her son off her. She quickly pulled up her knickers, adjusted her dress and turned around in anger, ready to slap him. Once again her son was lying on the floor -- on the grass - naked and holding his knees, rocking his legs.

"Don't...," she began to scold him, but seeing him naked like that, she stopped. Instead of a monster just a moment ago he looked like a vulnerable, lost little boy. She felt confused.

Linda sat down on the grass and cradled his head in her lap stroking his hair. It was strange seeing her teenage son naked. Sure she had seen him naked many times and even touched and bathed him. But an young child is different to a grown teenage boy...with a long penis surrounded by pubic hair.

"What's going through your head? Why are you doing this to me?" Linda was exasperated, almost in confused tears. "Why won't you talk to me? You can't DO that to your own mother. If your father found out you'll get into SO much trouble."

But Mark still didn't say anything except breath hard, exhausted from his exertion. Then he turned and buried his head in his mother's lap like a little boy. Linda couldn't avoid seeing her son's exposed private parts, it was now on full display; Mark seemed to be oblivious to this.

Reflectively Linda stroked her son's head some more. "I didn't tell your father the last time you...He would have..." She sighed feeling scared, confused, deflated, and lonely. And guilty at having to keep this a secret from her husband.

Linda knew she wasn't going to get any answers at the moment. After a while she thought she'd better get him inside incase a neighbour saw them, poking their head over the fence. She pulled him up and pulled him along by his hand into the house...still naked. He was limp, barely able to walk through exhaustion. Once inside she crouched down and helped him put his shorts back on, unable to avoid his penis at her face level, and let him lie on the couch to recover.

The image of her son's long penis returned in her head. Even at rest it was so long compared to how she'd last seen it bathing him as a young boy. It was incomparable!

It was then that she realised her knickers were sopping wet -- from his

double

load! - and her pussy was sore. She was shocked at his rough fucking, like before, the amount of energy he put into it. It was like he was taking all his anger out in his sex. She went to change her knickers and wipe her pussy clean.

As the day wore on Linda saw that her son was quiet once more, in fact he did things that she suggested; little things like putting his lunch plate in the dishwasher, taking the laundry basket upstairs. It pleased her, giving her hope.

Linda had avoided speaking about the morning incident for fear of inciting him, but later in the afternoon she did venture "Are you OK, honey?" She still dearly loved him since she he was her only child; and upto recently he

was

a good boy, relatively.

After a pause he replied. It surprised Linda and made her cry. He said "I'm...I'm so...sorry..." then walked off. So there WAS hope. And when Sam returned he once again was curious why the house was so quiet. Linda explained that Mark was in another quiet mood.

But Sunday, after the overnight sleep, it was back to normal, to Linda's dismay and Sam's chagrin.

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Over the next few days Mark was more-or-less bad-mannered self once again. When Linda tried to get some answers his replies were curt. But to Linda's surprise there was the occasional smile and he was now putting his plates away after meals. Her heart soared during those brief but welcome moments. She was desperate for ANY sign of hope, no matter how small.

On Wednesday that week Linda had just come out of the shower after a late exercise session. She knew Mark would be home soon from school so she wanted his tea time snack to be ready. Since she was alone at that time she hadn't quiet closed her bedroom door and hadn't heard Mark come home a little early.

On his way to his room Mark stopped dead in his tracks as she saw his mother naked, drying her hair, unaware of being watched. It was a mesmerising sight to see a fully naked woman, her swaying free naked breasts, her dark patch of hair between her legs. He couldn't help it; he took off his top and rushed through the door taking off his trousers and boxers, and before she knew what was happening she was flung on to her bed on her back and he was crawling all over her naked body.

"Wha...? Heeeyy!" She looked up to see her son's face in...in some sort of pain. But then she felt something probing her between her legs. "NO! Mark NO!" Linda pushed against his shoulders but she couldn't move him off her. "OH GOD! Not AGAIN! Don't do it!" she pleaded.

But he was in her. She felt his hard penis slide ALL the way into her. "Oh, God, what am I going to do with you?" Then the bed began to move and she felt his penis sliding, stimulating her vagina. This time she could see his face as he fucked her...and he could see her face, IF he had his eyes open.

Again she was being fucked hard and fast by her only child. But this time seeing his pained expressing on his face, almost crying, she stopped resisting. Inexplicably she spread her legs to give him easier access and instinctively wrapped her arms around him. It was then that she realized he was naked...and so was SHE! His hard fucking stirred enough of her vagina, and missionary position being her favourite she was lost. All she could now do was hang on enduring the fucking from her son; trying not to participate in her own, effective rape.

And then she felt his warm sperm filling her. He shuddered as he ejaculated and made strange whimpering noises. He collapsed on her...but from the previous two times she knew better then to to think it was all over. And sure enough, within 30seconds he was thrusting again, starting slowly then speeding up.

Linda surprised herself by not resisting at all and all of a sudden felt relaxed. She didn't feel pained that she was being forcefully fucked. In fact she no longer felt being raped. The various expressions transforming his face distracted her.

"Shhh...it's OK," she said stroking the back of his head. "It's OK." She even started to to move her hips and thrust back against her son's hard lunges.

"Oh! Ohhhh!" Mark gasped. "Ohhhhh! Oh, MUMMY...!" she heard Mark cry out. Linda knew her son was again ejaculating into her, filling her vagina even more. She encouraged him by gyrating her hips to further stimulate her son's already over sensitive cock.

"Ohhhhhh! MUMMY!" he gasped.

When he was empty he collapsed on top of his naked mother and, to her surprise, he started to cry on her shoulder. For a moment she was taken aback; it was the first time he had spoke whilst fucking her and now he was crying. For her this felt like a breakthrough, so she hugged him and rocked him, telling him it will be alright. She was aware that he was still inside her but she didn't want to disturb him. She felt it was better to let him cry and get it all out, so she stroked his head and his naked back to comfort him hoping to get through to him. She did feel awkward to be naked and under her grown teenage 18year old son, in full naked body contact, feeling the heat of his body. But she tried to put that aside for the time being.

But her comforting and rocking motion only served to re-ignite his needs and he started to slowly thrust. Instantly she recognized his hairy groin rubbing against hers and his penis was hard again, slowly sliding in her wet vagina. She was torn between yelling at him to stop and her motherly instincts understanding that he seems to need to do this again.

And against her better judgment and natural instinct she pursed her lips to prevent her from saying anything, anything that may interrupt this breakthrough moment, acutely aware that they were still joined together, instead she continued to stroke him and even spreading her legs a bit more to give him room. She was amazed that he could get erect

three

times in a row!

Things did feel different. He wasn't thrusting and ramming into her like a madman, instead his movements were slow and gentle like he was for the first time discovering what it felt like to put his penis inside a vagina. He moved his hips around as if searching and feeling with his hard, erect and sensitive penis what a vagina feels like. At the same time Linda felt her vagina muscles reflexively contracting and caressing the invading hard cock, they not knowing or caring that that cock belonged to her son and it shouldn't be in there.