Violating Mommy Ch. 01byVanillaExtract©
- Quick disclaimer, this is not a tame story. There is a theme of non-consent/reluctance involved. Also, a very special thank you goes out to my volunteer editor Denorange for putting up with me. Comments good and bad are always encouraged. I hope you enjoy it. I did >:) -
I was sound asleep when this whole mess started. It was the vacuum cleaner that woke me up. As I blinked at the digital clock telling me it was midnight, I assumed my son had spilled something and had chosen the worst possible time to clean it up.
Out of bed, I heard the vacuum turn off, but I was fixing to do some mothering now that I was awake. I secured my strawberry blond hair into a ponytail, wiped the sleep out of my starry blue eyes, and wrapped a robe around my t-shirt covered breasts and panty-clad behind. To be honest, there wasn't much to hide. I've always had a small chest and an even smaller butt, but I like to think I make up for it with brains.
That's right, I'm the smartest waitress in town. I've just made a lot of dumb decisions, like getting pregnant in high school. But that was all behind me now. I was thirty-five and going back to school for nursing, just as soon as I could save up for it, which would be much easier now that my son was eighteen and almost out of high school. Yes siree, I had plans.
"Dillon?" I demanded as I came down the hall and into the living room. "What the heck are you doing vacuuming at midnight?"
"Mom!" Dillon exclaimed. He was sitting on the sofa. Between his legs was a long plastic hose, connected to the vacuum. It took me a moment to work out what I was seeing here, never mind my above-average intelligence, but then Dillon grabbed a sofa pillow and blocked my view. "Mom, I, I---"
"Oh my God!" I shouted, spinning around. I nearly ran back down the hall and dove under my covers, but then I realized I had just caught my son masturbating with my vacuum. It was a nice vacuum too. I saved up for that vacuum. It was a Valentine's Day gift from me to me. Now I was angry. I kept my back turned and yelled at the wall, "What the heck are you doing to my vacuum!?"
"I was just, I was just---"
"You are grounded, young man!" I told the wall as sternly as I could. "I am so angry with you! You do know that's a vacuum, don't you? That's disgusting! Get dressed and get to bed this instant! I'll yell at you more tomorrow!"
"Listen, Mom, I got a problem here."
"You're darn right you've got a problem!" I said. "We don't use household appliances to pleasure ourselves!" I wasn't going to mention my love affair with my washing machine. That was neither here nor there. "In the privacy of your own room is one thing, lord knows the mess you leave me on the sheets, but the moment you start in on innocent vacuums, that's too far! Are you dressed yet?"
"I think we need to call 911."
"Why? Does the vacuum need a doctor? It probably short-circuited after you violated it. My poor vacuum! Aren't you dressed yet?"
"Mom, my dick is stuck in the fucking vacuum!"
I stared blankly at the wall. This was a problem. I didn't know what to say, really. "We don't use the F word in this house. That's a dollar in the swear jar."
"I don't care about the swear jar, my dick is seriously stuck in the vacuum. I've been trying to get it out for the last half hour!"
"Just yank it out!"
"I tried! It's stuck! You have to call 911."
"Geez," I said with a sigh, putting a hand to my forehead. "Dillon, you know we don't have insurance. I can't afford to take you to a hospital."
"Seriously, Mom, it really hurts. If we don't hurry, the doctor is going to have to amputate my dick or something. I need help."
"Darn it, Dillon. I can't believe you did this. This is going to cost me everything I've saved up to go to night school."
"Jesus, Mom. If you want to be a nurse so bad, then help me!"
"How the heck do you expect me to help you? You're naked!"
"I don't care if you see my dick! Just do something!"
I sighed and turned around, getting a better look at the problem. My son was completely naked, just sitting there on the sofa. He was very handsome, always had been. He kept active at school and even had a basketball scholarship to a local college. I was proud of him. I admit I sometimes caught myself looking at him when I shouldn't have, but those were just innocent musings. Right now, seeing him like this, was just gut wrenching.
The plastic shaft of the vacuum nozzle was pressed all the way up to his pubic bone, his penis lost to its depths. His balls, however, were very visible and very large. He had certainly grown. However, his pubic hair was buzzed to nothing. I guess everyone did that nowadays. My pussy was bald, after all. Still, this was not a piece of information I ever wanted to know about my son. I timidly sat beside him on the sofa, crossing my legs and tightening the belt of my robe.
"Okay, well, um, what do you want me to do?"
"I don't know. You're the wannabe nurse."
"I haven't taken any classes yet, and I doubt this is covered in Nursing 101."
"Would you be pissed if I cut the vacuum hose?"
"Yes, I would! Can't you just pull your...your thingy out?"
"Don't you think I tried that?"
"Well, try harder. It was an expensive vacuum."
He leaned back the sofa, motioning to hose. "Think you can do it? Go ahead. Try it. You'll probably rip my dick off."
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Just tell me if it starts to hurt."
"It already hurts."
I timidly reached for the shaft of the hose, nervous to think my son's penis was just on the other side the black plastic, that my hand was essentially around it. That was a very un-motherly thing to do, but technically this was a medical emergency. Who knows, maybe once I was a nurse, I'd be pulling hoses off men's penises all the time.
I wrapped my hand around the hose, only making it halfway around the thick plastic shaft. "I'm going to pull now."
I pulled and Dillon cringed.
"Ow! Take it easy!"
"Sorry," I said, letting go of the hose. "Why the heck isn't your penis getting softer?"
"Probably because this hose is acting like a giant cock ring!" Dillon said.
"Don't use the C-word in front me, Mister!" I said, but I was actually surprised. His penis must have been very thick to get stuck.
"It hurts," he whined.
"All right, it's going to be okay," I cooed sympathetically. I hated to think he was in pain. "We need some kind of lubricant."
"How am I going to spread it on my dick with it stuck in there?"
"We're going to have to cut the hose."
"Gee, you think?" Dillon said snidely.
"Don't start with me, young man. You're the one who thought it would be a good idea to stick your penis in a vacuum."
I stood up and marched into the kitchen, taking a chef's knife from the block. Dillon looked petrified when I came back with it. He squirmed uncomfortably when I grabbed the shaft of the hose right at the base of where his penis was and held the hose steady.
"Don't make any sudden moves," I said, placing the blade up against the hose.
"Wait, not there!" Dillon said. "You'll cut my dick in half!"
I stared at the hose. In half? My son really had grown up. "Um, where should I cut?"
Dillon wrapped his hand around the hose where the supposed head of his penis was. I gawked. His penis would have to be more than nine inches! I was skeptical, but I wasn't going to say anything. I placed the knife and began sawing into the hose. My beautiful vacuum was ruined, but as I looked at the end of the severed hose, I could see the head of my son's penis. My eyes were frozen on it. He was right to call it a cock. It was long and thick and purple and not at all happy to be strangled inside this rough hose. No, it wanted a nice warm, wet, soft pussy. Oh my god, I can't believe I just thought that! This was my son. I shook my head to break filthy thoughts.
"Um, okay, better?"
"No, I got to get it out of here," Dillon complained.
"Let me get some lotion, okay?" I disappeared for a moment back into my bedroom, trying to collect myself. I knew it was wrong, but this was suddenly turning me on. I could feel my pussy tingling and flooding with juice. I had not had sex in...oh, god, I've forgotten how long...but the thought of my son's cock was stirring up years of suppressed lust.
"Got it," I said when I returned, sitting next to him, readjusting my robe. I handed him the bottle. "Just squirt some in there."
I turned my head away as he pumped the lotion into the limited space of hose, but I was watching him out of the corner of my eye. My pussy was itching as Dillon stuck his finger in, trying to spread the lotion around his cock.
"Ouch," he mumbled. "Okay, I can't get anymore in there."
"Ahem," I said. "Do you need some help pulling the hose off?"
I wanted him to say yes. I wanted to take that hose off and see his cock properly. I screamed at myself for wanting it, but it was just a peek, a glance, a look. It would never be more. I swore to myself right then and there.
"Yeah, could you?" Dillon said.
"Sure," I said. I wrapped my hands around the shaft of that hose and tugged gently. He groaned in pain, telling me it wasn't working. "Okay, let me twist it a little."
I twisted it, hoping to spread the lotion inside. I could feel it getting looser. Then I tugged again and the hose began to slip down his shaft. I watched that long cock of his appear one inch at a time. It was swollen red, with nasty veins all along its length, the ribbed hose leaving an imprint. And then his cock popped free, bouncing and settling down between his legs on the sofa. Dillon sighed in relief. I was busy staring at it, long and thick and perfect. It'd never seen anything so beautiful.
"Thanks, Mom," Dillon said.
"Ahem," I said, looking away, tossing the hose piece on the floor, quickly standing up. "Well, keep your privates out of the vacuum, Dillon. You are grounded for one week. And if you ever get that job you've been promising to get, you know where your first pay check is going. Goodnight."
Normally, I wake up first in the morning, take a shower, wake Dillon, make breakfast, and leave the house trusting him to get himself off to the bus. Not today. After my shower, I knocked on his door and shouted for him to wake up before running out of the house without even looking at him. I made it to the diner where I work thirty minutes early, but it was worth it.
"You're early, Katie," Jenny, my younger, prettier sister said. We were only a year apart. We looked a lot alike, except her hair had more strawberry than blond, her eyes were more blue, her tits were bigger, her butt was rounder, and she was sluttier. I had been jealous of her since we were kids, but that's okay. I'm still the smart one.
"Couldn't wait to get out of the house," I said as I wrapped my apron around my black skirt. I opened the top two buttons of my blouse, for tips---Jenny's idea, not that it ever did much for me. I slid my order pad into my pouch and took a fresh pencil from the box near the punch clock.
"Something wrong?" Jennifer asked, leaning against the counter. She was chewing gum and wearing a silly smirk that told me she knew something was on my mind, and we both knew I was going to tell.
I took a deep breath, glancing around the kitchen to make sure there was no one close enough to hear. "I caught Dillon masturbating last night."
"Really? Well, it was only a matter of time," she said. "Remember when we were kids and Mom caught Bobby jerking off? That was the first time you and I saw a real live cock, wasn't it? Mom freaked out. That was funny."
"It's funny in hindsight. It's not funny when it's my son."
Jennifer laughed anyway. "So, what'd you do?"
"Hold on, I didn't get to the crazy part. He wasn't just masturbating. I could deal with that. I already told you how his sheets are always drenched in cum, but last night he had his cock in the vacuum hose."
Jennifer's jaw fell open. "Did you just use the word cock?"
"Yes, because it was huge," I said, looking around again. "Like, porn star huge."
"Really?" Jenny said, her eyes bright. "Mmm, big cocks are hard to find."
"Don't be gross. This is serious."
"Why was his cock in the vacuum though?"
"He was vacuuming it!" I said. "But that's not even the crazy part."
"That's not the crazy part?" she said.
"No. His cock was stuck. I had to help him get it out."
"Oh my god, you're kidding."
"No, I cut the hose, and we put lotion down the tube, and I twisted and pulled until it came off."
"This is unreal," Jenny said.
"I know!" I said. "Anyway, I just ran out of there after that. It was humiliating."
"Why? He was the one who got caught with his pants down."
"I'm his mother. I saw his cock. I just...god, it was big, and veiny, and red, and...and even his balls were big, and the way it just flopped out, and..." I exhaled. "Anyway."
Jennifer gasped. "Oh my god, you liked it! Look at you! You're flushed! You liked Dillon's cock."
"Ew, I did not! He's my son! Don't be gross!"
"You're actually turned on," Jennifer continued. "I can tell. Just talking about it is getting you hot and bothered. Look at you."
"Come on, I can tell. Don't forget we traded cherries with Mom's dildo."
"That was twenty frickin years ago. Do you have to keep bringing it up?"
"Cherry twins are closer than regular sisters."
"You're disgusting. Can you be an adult for two minutes?"
"I don't know, how long has it been so far?"
Work kept me busy that day, even if my mind kept returning to what had happened. I didn't want to go home, I was so embarrassed to see my son. I even asked my boss for an extra shift, but he said no. Thankfully, Dillon was locked away in his room when I got there. I could hear his TV on, playing one of those games of his. Still, I was obligated as a mother to offer dinner.
"Dillon?" I said through the door. "Are you hungry? Do you want dinner?"
"Uh, no. I'll just make a sandwich later or something."
"Okay," I said.
Normally, I'd argue about him skipping dinner, but not tonight! It was a relief, and it gave me time to unwind with a glass of wine. However, by 8:00 p.m. Dillon came out of his room. I sat up straight on the sofa, feeling nervous, but he looked like he was hurt. He was slightly bent over with a hint of a limp.
"I'm gonna make a sandwich, then I'm probably go to sleep early, so, yeah..."
I heard him rustling around the kitchen. He came out a moment later with a sandwich, which I really hoped he was planning on taking with him.
"Uh, goodnight," he said, taking a step down the hall, but it still looked like something was wrong. My motherly concern overrode my embarrassment.
"Hold on, Dillon. Are you okay?"
He turned back. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He was lying. A mother knows. "Honey, what's wrong? Did you, you know, hurt yourself down there last night?"
"A little, but I'll be okay. I'm sorry about what happened. I won't do anything like that again. Did you see I duct taped the hose back together?"
"Did you? Thanks."
"Yeah," he said. "Well, uh, goodnight."
Whatever was wrong, I figured I would let him figure it out on his own. Maybe he really did hurt his cock last night. It's not as if I could offer to look it over for him. Of course I couldn't. Of course not.
I went to bed, falling asleep satisfied that Dillon and I had had some kind of conversation. That was enough to clear the air. Now, we could both just go on as if this had never happened...or so I thought. Not long after, Dillon woke me up.
"Huh?" I said, sitting up, seeing Dillon in the doorframe. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it up to my chest. I didn't want my son to see me wearing only a white t-shirt and cotton panties. He was only wearing sweat pants. "Dillon? What time is it?"
"Mom, I think I need to go to the hospital."
I instantly shifted into mother mode, flipping on the bedside lamp. The blanket fell, but I wasn't worried if my son could see my nipples through my shirt. I was busy looking at him, scanning for injury. He was hunched over, holding his groin. "Dillon, sit down. What's wrong? Not the vacuum again."
"No, it's not that," he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Is your c--penis hurt from last night?"
"I think so, but it's not just my dick. It's also my balls."
"Um, what do you mean? You put your, er, balls in the vacuum too?"
"No, Mom, stop with the vacuum. Look, I just need you to take me to the hospital."
"Honey, I don't have the money. I can't take you to the emergency room unless it's a real emergency. What's wrong? Tell me."
My eyes were drawn down between his legs, where he was gripping his balls with his hands. I could see the outline of a long, hard shaft in his sweat pants. I knew what it was, and it made my pussy quiver.
"I don't want to say it," he said. "Can't we just go to the hospital?"
"If it's serious, yes, but if it's something I can buy a bottle of medicine for, then no."
He sighed. "Fine. The truth is, I can't, you know, cum."
There are a few words a mother blocks out when her son says them. It's a short list, but I think the word cum is on it.
"Yes," he said.
"Why not?" I asked. I already knew my son masturbated. There was evidence all over his sheets, his underwear, even his socks, which I never could figure out. I always pretended not to notice, even if I was always careful not to touch those articles when I was doing the laundry. However, if there was one thing I knew, it was my son never had a problem cumming. And I was fine with it. Masturbation was healthy. Lord knows my brother masturbated constantly when I was younger. So when I started to find evidence of my son doing it, I did the motherly thing by learning how to properly knock on his door before opening it.
"See, the thing is," Dillon said, "I jerk off a lot."
"Is that so?" I wanted to correct him with a more clinical term like masturbate, but getting through this conversation was more important than vocabulary lessons.
"It's not that I'm a pervert. It's just if I don't jerk off, my balls ache all day, so I jerk off in the morning before school, and sometimes after school, and before bed too."
"Three times a day?" I said. "I didn't know it was that often."
"Yeah. I guess you think that's gross."
At this point, taking him to the hospital might have been easier than continuing this conversation. "No, honey. It's perfectly natural for a boy your age to do that."
"But, um, what's wrong that it doesn't work anymore? Did you hurt your penis?" What I really meant was, can't you just pour a bottle of Robitussin on it something?
"I don't know," he said, rocking back and forth as he continued to grip his crotch. "See, lately jerking off hasn't felt as good. It takes a long time for me to cum. That's why I used the vacuum. I heard about a kid at school doing that, and I thought it could help."
"Oh, I see. How long has it been difficult to...you know?"
"Cum? A few weeks."
"And what's changed since then? Did you get hurt playing sports or---?"
"No, I got a blow job."
I don't know how long I was frozen, but I do know I had stopped blinking for so long my eyes started to burn. "Um, pardon?"
"A girl gave me a blow job at a party."
"Oh. I didn't even know you had a girlfriend."
"I don't. I didn't know her. She was asking all the guys at the party if any of them had a big cock, because she was making a video on a dare. She said a friend of hers had sucked a big cock, and now all her friends were looking for guys with big cocks to see if they could do it too, and so she said whoever had the biggest cock, she'd suck. Five guys pulled out. I won."