Violating Mommy Ch. 02byVanillaExtract©
"I can't wait that long," he said, climbing on the bed.
I scooted over on it. "Dillon, no."
He was on his knees, looming over me, his cock getting harder and harder, but my back was up against the wall.
"Just give me a hand job."
"No, it's not right, I told you. You've got to masturbate on your own."
"I've tried that."
"What if I gave you the panties I'm wearing? You can use those. They're pretty soggy."
He looked down at my bare legs and white panties. My white t-shirt had ridden up enough that he could see them. They were definitely a mess, filled with my juices and cum, just a few hours old.
"Okay?" I said, brightening up. "That's good, Dillon, really good. Now, just go back to your room and I'll change and bring them in to you."
"No, let me rub my cock up against them right now."
"I'm not taking them off with you in here."
"You don't have to take them off. Wear them."
I got where he was going, and I didn't like it. "No, Dillon, that's very wrong."
"Look, I'm trying to be good. I need to relearn how to masturbate. So, I'll jerk myself off and rub up against your panties while you're wearing them. I'm not going to see you naked or anything."
"My pussy is down there, honey; you'd be rubbing up against my pussy."
"Yeah, I know where it is. Come on, help me out."
He reached for my waist, grabbing at me. Now that he had made up his mind, I knew he wasn't taking no for an answer, but I struggled as he pushed me on my back.
"Dillon, stop! I'm not doing this! It's not right!"
Once I was down, he grabbed my knees, prying them open. God, he was so strong, I was nothing to him. My legs opened and the crotch of my panties was on display, my puffy pussy lips underneath. My body was betraying me, because I was getting wetter at the thought of him rubbing that giant cock up against my pussy. I kept fighting, trying to push him away and close my legs, but once he was between them and that large cock was hanging over me, I knew I had lost the fight.
"Okay, just wait a moment," I said as held his cock in his hand, ready to aim at my panties. "I'll let you do it, but I swear, Dillon, if you take off my panties or try to have sex with me, I'm disowning you as my son."
"I'm not going to do that. Just let me grind up against your pussy." He slapped my panties with the head of his cock, just on top of my clit. It sent pulses of pleasure through my body, and I hated that I liked it.
"Fuck," I said.
"Whoa, you just said the F-word."
"Yes, I fucking did!" I yelled at him. "I make the money in this house, and if I want to put my money in the swear jar, I fucking will! And when my son is between my legs with his cock touching my pussy, I swear! So fuck you, and you are grounded for another fucking week!"
"Relax, Mom," he said, and then he rubbed his cock along the length of my slit, all on top of my panties.
I whimpered. "Dillon, I mean it. Please don't fuck me. Don't."
"I can't fuck my way through cotton, Mom. Calm down."
I took in slow breaths as he began rubbing that big cock of his across my pussy lips, grinding the crown into the little bulge that was my clit. I put my head back on the pillow and just covered my eyes with my hands. I felt like crying.
"I can't believe I'm letting you do this. I'm a terrible mother."
"You're a great mother," he said, nudging my hole with his cockhead. "Only a great mom would let her son do this."
"Don't do that," I said, lifting my head to glare as best I could with glossy eyes. "Don't try to penetrate me."
"I'm not going to."
"Don't push it in like that. I mean it."
"Relax. Try to enjoy it."
He was slapping my clit again with his cock, focusing on it. Goddamn him, it did feel good. I didn't want to moan, but I couldn't help it. A cock was touching my pussy, and I loved how it felt.
"Oh god," I mumbled.
He closed my legs together, pinning his cock between my thighs. Then he started pumping, fucking my legs while gliding over my pussy lips. He grabbed my t-shirt next, yanking it up and pushing it over my head, exposing my small breasts. His hands found my nipples and he gripped them with his fingers, pulling on them. I didn't even try to object. I was being used and there was nothing I could do about it. Worse, having that rock hard cock grinding over my sensitive little clit, even covered with panties, I knew he was going to make me cum, and I was going to scream, and he was going to know I liked it. I put my hand over my mouth, biting my palm so I wouldn't make a noise. I couldn't let him know how good it felt.
Then, disaster struck! As he drew his cock back and forth, his head caught the crotch of my panties and his shaft slipped under the fabric. I felt his cock on my bare pussy underneath. I instantly grabbed his arms to stop him and opened my legs to check.
He stopped thrusting and looked down. My panties were skewed to the side of my crotch, my pussy lips right out in the open after all the effort I'd gone to to keep myself covered. His cock was held in place by the waistline of my panties, the head peeking out at me as the shaft lay next to my pussy.
"Okay, we have to stop," I said to him, reaching down to pull his cock out of my panties and cover my pussy lips from view. "We're going to have an accident. We can't do this."
He moved back, and I thought he was going to withdraw, instead, he grabbed the crotch of my panties, lifted them, and slipped his cock right back in, grinding it across my pussy lips, skin to skin. My wetness was all over his shaft now. I was panting and shaking my head.
"Don't," I whimpered, reaching down, slipping my hand into my panties, putting my fingers between my hole and his cock. But he pushed his cock underneath my hand and began rubbing between my fingers and my pussy. I was doing all I could to keep him out of me, but I felt so powerless.
"Stop, Dillon. Please, I can't do this, not with my own son. I'm begging you. Don't."
He sighed. "Okay, Mom." He finally pulled his cock out of my panties. Then he straightened them so I was covered again. He moved my hand out from underneath. "See, all better."
His cock was back, resting right against my panty-covered hole. He tapped it a few times. I kept my legs wide, watching him, careful of what he was doing. And then he started to push forward. The cotton yielded to his giant cock, wrapping around the head. I felt the fabric start to penetrate me.
"Dillon!" I said, grabbing his shoulders.
"I'm still on top of your panties."
He was still pushing, the panties stretching so tight around his cock, it looked like a slingshot. His head was invading my little hole, stretching me open.
"Dillon, you're going into my pussy! Stop pushing!"
"I'm not going in. I'm just rubbing," he said, but my panties were more in pussy than out of it, and he wasn't stopping. I reached down and grabbed his shaft, strangling it with my hand.
"Dillon, stop this instant! I know what you're doing! We can't!"
He looked right into my eyes. "We can. You know you want it. Just take it."
His cock was straining against my panties as he pushed, but my pussy lips were straining as his head spread me open. My cunt was throbbing in pain and pleasure. I hadn't had sex in so long, I wasn't ready for it again, especially not with a cock as big as his. I was clenching my pussy closed against this monster breaking through all my defenses. I had my arms braced up against his chest, but it wasn't even slowing him.
"No! Dillon, don't please! I'm your mother! Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
He grinned. "Yeah. It means your pussy is mine."
And then he thrust that giant cock forward and my panties ripped. I yelped, losing my breath. He shaft slid right in with nothing to stop it. He was inside me. My son was inside my pussy. I bit my trembling lip. He was so big and my pussy was so small. My lips were stretching to wrap around his big cock, but oh god how incredible it felt to be filled up.
I closed my eyes and tears slipped from the corners. Dillon ripped away what was left of my panties, leaving me open before him, and then he pushed his cock in deeper. I thought I had been filled a moment ago, but he was tunneling his way through my cunt like a drill, mixing pain and pleasure all through my tummy.
"Fuck," I mumbled. "Fuck."
"Fuck yes," he said.
I rolled my head from side to side as I felt his cock bottom out in my pussy. "I can't believe you did this." I sniveled. "You're fucking me."
"Yeah, I'm fucking you," he said, drawing his cock out and ramming it back in.
I cringed. "Ow. God, what have you done? Take it out. Please, this is so wrong."
"You fucking love it," he grunted, pumping his cock into me again. My legs were shaking and my toes were curling.
"Fuck. You're so big. God, I can't do this."
"You can do it," he said, taking his time, pumping in and out of me nice and slow, his cock vanishing inside my tight little pussy. I couldn't believe he fit.
"I'm so ashamed," I whispered.
"Because you like it?" he asked, putting his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he pulled back and shoved forward, punching me in the guts with that cockhead of his. I groaned.
"Fuck! Not so hard. Please, not so hard."
"Say you like it, and I'll go easy."
I shook my head. "I won't say it."
He rammed his cock in again, grinding through my insides.
I squealed and whimpered. "Please, not so deep. Please."
"You're so fucking wet," he said, rocking his cock back and forth deep in my pussy.
He withdrew again. I couldn't help but just look down at it, the way my pussy lips were wrapped around his thick shaft, all the juice shining in the light, waiting to disappear back into my little hole. He shoved his cock forward again, hard, moving my whole body under him. I had to brace my hands against the wall.
"Admit you wanted me to fuck you," he said.
"No," I whispered.
He plowed into me, and I braced myself to keep from moving, whimpering all while he violated my pretty little pussy, all red and inflamed from the abuse of his giant cock, my clit hard and sticking out. And then he began pounding into me hard and fast. I moaned loudly. I couldn't take it. I was going to cum, and he was going to know.
"Oh, god. Oh, fuck. God , please. Oh!"
"You're fucking cumming!" he said, laughing. "I knew you fucking loved it."
My legs were shaking and my pussy was spewing fluid all over his long cock, doing nothing but lubricating him to fuck me longer and harder. And that's what he did. Even as my pussy tingled with sensitivity, he hammered at it with his long cock. I tried to slow him down with my hands, but nothing stopped him. He kept pounding as I whimpered. I knew he was going to make me cum again. I couldn't take it.
"God, Dillon! Fuck!" I screamed.
"Yeah, Mom. Say you love it. Fucking say it."
"Fuck, I'm cumming again!"
"I know you are," he said, giving me powerful thrusts with his cock, lifting my ass off the bed. "Shit, Mom! I'm going to fucking cum too."
"No!" I cried, regaining my senses. "No, not inside me! Please, no! I'm not on anything! I'll suck your cock! I'll suck it! Pull it out! Please!"
His cock exploded, filling my pussy with warm, gooey sperm. I whimpered and covered my face.
"Yes!" Dillon groaned, still pumping his cock as it spurted deep inside me. There was nothing I could do now. He had cum in my pussy. It was the worse possible scenario.
"Oh, my god."
"Fuck..." Dillon said heavily as his thrusts slowed. He came down heavily on top of me, but I immediately rolled him off, his cock slipping out of my battered cunt. I climbed out of bed and ran directly into the bathroom, slamming the door.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red from crying. I was so ashamed for what I'd done, what he'd done. I spread my legs enough to look down at my pussy. I could already feel his cum dripping out of my cunt, running down my thighs.
"Oh, my god. Oh, god, no. Oh, fuck. What am I going to do?"
I turned on the faucet, pulled the stopper, turned my butt around, and jumped up into the sink. I reached down between my legs, scooping up water and running it over my burning pussy, sticking my fingers in to dig out the cum. I knew it wouldn't make much difference, but I had to try.
"Mom?" Dillon said, knocking on the bathroom door. "You okay?"
"Leave me alone, Dillon! I don't want to talk to you!"
He opened the door and stepped in, staring at me with my ass in the sink and my legs spread open.
"I just want to make sure you're okay."
I ignored him. He wasn't going to listen to me. He never did. But I was fuming with him. I went back to work, cleaning out my pussy with hot water. I didn't care if he saw. He'd already fucked me senseless.
"I am so ashamed and disappointed with you. I can't believe you could fuck me like that, like I'm some kind of whore you picked up on the corner." I looked up at him, showing him my hands, his slick cum on my fingers. "You came in me, Dillon! Your cum is everywhere inside me! Do you have any idea what that means? I'm going to get pregnant with your child. Yours, Dillon! What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking," he said. "I was just horny. Sorry."
"Just get out, Dillon. I can't even look at you."
"Come on, Mom, I'm sorry." He came closer, stepping between my legs. His cock was still half hard, all white and covered with cum, his and mine. He put his hands on my hips.
"Don't touch me," I said angrily, but he didn't let go.
"Don't be so mad. I know you liked it. You came twice."
He moved closer, trying to put his arms around me, but I braced my hands against him.
"Just admit you liked how it felt."
"Fine! I fucking liked it, but just because it felt good, doesn't mean I wanted it. I told you, I'm a woman, I have needs, but you're my son. I don't want a sexual relationship with you."
"Why not?" he said, looking down at my red pussy. He reached down, giving my slit a few strokes. I pushed his hand away.
"Why not?" I said. "Are you crazy or something? You are my flesh and blood. You came from this pussy, Dillon, eighteen years ago. You're not allowed to go back inside. There's a very tiny sign in there that says 'One Way, Dead End, No Entry, No Parking, Yield to Traffic.'"
He smirked at me, and then he lifted that long cock of his over the sink and slapped my pussy with it.
"No, that's enough, don't," I said sternly.
"I'm so fucking horny all the time, Mom," he said. "And you turn me on."
I tried to squirm away, but he was practically on top of me. He grabbed me and pulled me closer. My whole ass plunged into the water, but my pussy was pointing up at him. He grabbed his cock in his hand, angling it down.
"Dillon, no, not again!"
I didn't even have time to object before he shoved his half-hard cock into me. I groaned.
"Fuck...stop it," I said, taking a breath. "Stop fucking me."
He pushed into me deeper. I had nowhere to go, no way to stop him, not with my ass stuck in the sink and the medicine cabinet up against my back. He began pounding into me, growing harder and longer in my pussy. I whimpered.
"Why are you doing this?" I said.
"You feel so fucking good. You did know it was my first time, didn't you?"
I pinched my eyes shut as he started banging my pussy, the water splashing out around me.
"Please stop," I whispered.
He didn't care. He was rock hard again, his cock bending however it had to to get into my pussy. The faucet was digging into my back, but I was numb to the pain. I could only focus on the sensation of my pussy being filled with that gigantic cock of his.
"Your pussy feels so good," he said, grunting as he violated me.
"I hate you for doing this," I said, looking up at him.
"Yeah, but you love how it feels. You couldn't wait to play with my cock after you pulled it out of that vacuum, you horny slut."
I was so angry at him, even more so because he was right. Yes, I wanted it. Yes, it felt incredible, but how dare he mock me? I reached up and slapped him across the face. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. I had never done that before, never struck my son.
He grinned and then suddenly grabbed the back of my head, mashing his lips into mine. I grabbed his shoulders, trying to push him away as he kissed me, but his cock began thrusting in and out of my cunt, and I had no more fight left. I let him have his way, fucking my sensitive little pussy, kissing my mouth, his hands exploring my breasts.
I was thrashing in the sink, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pumped his cock into me. He knew he was going to make me cum again, and I didn't even try to hide it. I just screamed and threw my head back.
"Oh, god, fuck!"
"Yeah. You love it, slut."
I moaned. "You are the worst son ever!"
"Fucking, yes. I'm going to fill you with more cum."
"Oh, god," I said. "I hope you make a better father than you did a son!"
I knew he was ready as he shoved deeper and deeper into my tired pussy. Then his cock throbbed and sprayed inside me for a second time. I could feel it filling me up. I just groaned and held onto the sink as he kept pumping.
We both looked down at my pussy, the way his cock was lodged in it, throbbing to release the last of his semen inside. When he pulled it out, a long, gooey trail followed, dripping from his long cock and out of my pussy, into the water that was left in the sink.
"Fuck, that was awesome," he said.
I hung my head. "Are you done now?"
"I said are you done? Are you done fucking me for the night?"
"Mom, come on. It's okay to like it."
"I just want to be alone, Dillon. Just go away and let me be."
He scoffed and left the bathroom. I struggled to pull my ass out of the sink, but then I turned the water back on and rinsed my pussy out for a second time. My lips were so sore and red. They had taken a real pounding from a cock that was far too big for them after such a long spell of abstinence.
I went back to my room, climbed into bed, and fell asleep feeling like the worst mother in the world. My son had fucked me, twice, and somehow, it felt like my fault, like I had let it come to this. I hated myself, and I had never been more disappointed in Dillon. He had raped me. I was humiliated.