Babydoll Ch. 11

As Patty rolled her hips and twisted her ass up, I decided to reach down and position my index finger at the T-form under the bow of her panties. Her movement allowed the string of her panties to pull out of the cleft of her badonka donk , thus exposing her honey pot. I pushed her tail down and on the next thrust, I slid underneath the channel of her dewy labial lips coating my corona and repeated a few more short strokes before pulling back far enough for my cock to rise and press into her slippery channel. She lifted more to accommodate me, feeling my pistol slip inside her. I stopped for a few seconds just inside, taken aback that I was back inside my mother's pussy.

I made sure not to thrust in too deeply at first. I wanted to enjoy this moment of penetration. I wanted this moment to be memorable and to be impressed on my mother's mind for the rest of her life. Slowly, I slipped my cock into her warm, sweet wetness. It wasn't too tight, but felt just right. Mom groaned as I slid further through her velvet womb. Slowly and deliberately I sank deeper until I was all the way in.

Oh the sensations felt so fine, as the gliding motion coated my corona travelling between the channel of her sweet pussy lips. She seemed as though she couldn't help but grind herself down upon the probing tool. She continued lifting to give me more access as I dragged myself along the sweetness of her honey pot. I was lost in this feeling as she seemed to crave copulation, trying to bait the hook and trap the eel with frustrated undulations as she worked to find the right angle to lock my cock inside her.

Patty bumped and grinded against the sinister vein as she continued milking it. I grabbed her waist and began slowly but surely built up a pace that coated my bone with the mix of creamy coconut and bodily secretions. Patty, with her eyes closed, appeared lost in ecstasy and her breathing became more and more ragged. Between the both of us it was clearly audible and inescapable.

She finally reached out and pulled my hands toward her ample chest and pressed them into her luscious tatas, the erect nipples were obvious as they thrusted into my cupped palms. She let out a low groan as I squeezed her breasts with carnal lust.

I pulled back every inch of my love muscle dragging it against the channel of her tush, until I settled at the end of the valley where her dew continued to coat the monster of lust.

The corona remained inside the sweet pot of womanly nectar, slowly but surely I allowed the snake to slide through every inch of the heated pit before retreating once again – in... and...out, in....and....out, in........ and...... out as Patty's body fell fully under my control. She gasped deeply bringing it all to the fore of my mind. Did I really want this? Did I really want to be in this situation again? What did I have to lose? I could tell my mother was in the throes of orgasm as she fucked back, convulsing and vibrating against my body and cumming in torrents all over my sex.

The serpent was becoming uncontrollably hot and angry as she teased me with a motion that wasn't taking me where I really needed to go. I grabbed the bottle of oil and squirted some more on her back. Lowering my torso to envelope her back, my hips continued their cadence, but with a more powerful urge. I was becoming impassioned with each passing moment. I needed to be sated and I soon was brought to an obsessed feeling of desire as I grabbed my cock and rubbed it along the cleft of her feminine charms. This desire soon overwhelmed me with a feeling of a need for domination.

I felt a calling as I positioned my cock at the button of my mother's bum. Patty was completely unaware of my intent as I forced myself into her dirty hole. She winced as my lathered sword pierced the ring. Inch by inch, the walls of her ass crushed against the stiffness of my burrowing cock. She lurched forward wallowing and writhing as I probed deeper, "oh God!, oh God!, what are you doing to me!... what are you doing!, it hurts!, it hurts!... ahh, ohhh... what the fuck are you doing! You can't do this to me! You can't fucking do this to me!" she wailed as she bucked and fought to extract herself from the situation.

This only made my lustful desire hotter, as I forcefully pushed her shoulders forward until her chest was prone on the table and from there I had leverage to hold her against her will. A rhythm was established as her ass succumbed to the imposition. Sawing back and forth, her ass sauce basted my fleshy bone. I was lost in this forceful desire and the power surge that accompanied it.

I felt like a King with this control that I now had the power and the energy that I savored, "Ohhh, your ass is splendid... so fucking tight. Are you a virgin? You must be a virgin," I boasted while I took my prize.

"I never knew that fucking your ass would feel this good.... Yeah, that's what you wanted isn't it? Oh, yeah, your loving it aren't you." I knew she wasn't, but I really didn't give a fuck. This was my Dark side coming out and honestly it felt awesome. I had found an avenue to unleash my anger and gain my revenge. This was so surreal. I had never felt this darkly human and sinister before. I felt a power that made me feel superhuman.

Patty began sweating profusely; her hair platted to her neck. She must have felt the rhythmic thrusting of my bloated hot rod was splitting her apart as she limply laid her upper body on the desk of the dresser. Her gaping pussy was emitting juices all over my genital sac.

"Relax... enjoy this," I commanded. "This is what you wanted wasn't it. You wanted me to treat you like a whore didn't you? You wanted this young cock didn't you."

"No," she yelped. I reached back and smacked her ass and then locked into her elbows pulling her back against my body, entering her bowels to the hilt until settling deep as she winced again. "This is what happens to bad bitches. You know that don't you?"

"No," she whined.

I smacked her ass again, "Who's in charge now, huh?"

She knew I was in charge. Her look of resignation was telling. I reached around and played with her clit as her body betrayed her mind and she went into what can only described as a painful, yet uncontrollable orgasm that firmly locked in my embedded root. "Ahhhhh, I knew you would come around. I knew you could be my whore. That's what you want to be isn't it?"

Once again she protested, "No!!!"

I reached down and grabbed a hold of her hands waiting for her fall forward as I began to surfboard her. Once I got into this rhythm you could hear the audible slapping as our hips found a continuous rhythm and I steadily built towards orgasm. This was complete and unadulterated, primitive carnal sex.

I reached out my right hand and pulled her head back and bit her neck lightly and then whispered in her ear, "now I'm gonna... we're gonna come to an agreement that you never try to control me again... got it." I reached out both arms and bear hugged her breasts as I continued to drive myself up into her until I felt the inferno in my balls and my phallus begin to pulse until finally jet after jet after jet of cum fired into the dark cavern. My inner sanctity convulsed at the electric shock and sensitivity that pulsated throughout my nervous system. I shook violently as exhaustive waves emptied from my being. Finally, my cock waned and plopped out of the murky confines.

My mother immediately slumped to the floor. It was a true paradoxical moment. I felt horrible in one sense; feeling the body language of her submission, while I felt justifiably avenged in another. I reached down and scooped my nude, disheveled mother and carried her over and laid her upon her bed, then pulled the sheets back and covered her completely.

Bending down, I kissed her cheek and explained, "I am truly sorry Mama. You don't know how sorry I am, but you can't manipulate a person the way that you did me. You hurt Ashley and I." Tears trickled from my eyes.

I stared intently into my mother's eyes making sure that I had her attention. "I'm gonna take care of you for the rest your our lives. I am so sorry you are unhappy, but we have to come to an understanding. I know we're both screwed up people. We're a lot alike. You cannot allow your unhappiness to consume you and hurt the people around you."

I was silent for a moment as she averted eye contact, turning her gaze and then slowly her eyes to the side, I continued, "I have certain things that I want in my life and the love of Ashley is one of them. You may never understand that, but I think you probably do. I wish that I didn't love Ash the way I do, but that can't be helped and you should never ever stand in the way of that connection again. Don't you understand?" I asked again, "Do you understand?" with a forceful stare demanding an answer.

"Yes, I understand, "sheepishly she answered.

"Understand what?" I inquired.

"I won't get involved in your personal lives again." she briefly glimpsed at my stern demeanor before lowering her eyes.

I reached forward and pecked her on the lips. "I love you. I love you. I hope you know that. I'm going back to school in the morning. I'll be back at the end of the semester for Christmas and I won't leave until after the New Year I promise."

I started towards the bedroom door, then turned, "Things will be better. I'll call you. I need your help. I need you. I need my Mom. Things will be better... You'll see."

I went back to my room and laid down, but couldn't sleep. I went to my the cedar chest that once belonged to my Great Grandfather that my grandmother had given me a long, long time ago. It was in my walk-in closet and I always kept it locked and I was the only one who knew where the key was. Its contents were the most personal of my prized possessions. I first unlocked the chest and opened it, checking my keepsake belongings, seeing that everything was just as I had left it. I then unlocked the secret hiding compartment and looking inside the little clamshell box. There they were. I pulled out the silk panties from the first sexual encounter with my mother. I held them up to my face. They no longer had the aroma of that night, but you could certainly feel the crusty secretions of our comingling. I thought about that night and all that had happened since as I held them to my lips and kissed them, "Boy, you certainly know how to find trouble. Don't ya?"