My Mother's Dark Side

I ran inside and into my room and jacked off like my life depended on it. With mental pictures of her piled body and the promise of sex I couldn't slow down to enjoy it. I erupted like a volcano spewing cum to the farthest reaches of my bedroom. When I was done my bed was covered in cum and I was exhausted.

After my lustful haze cleared I realized I was scared, my mother was both a product of her childhood and crazy. Her mood swings were unpredictable, but she was so fucking sexy. She was making me a sex object and it turned me on. I didn't know what to do. Was it normal to want to touch her, to reach out and feel her tits, her cunt? I wanted more, was that normal? Was there something about me that was messed up? Something I was born with maybe? If I indulged in her lusts and mine she would be pleased. If I refused she would lash out at me.

There was so much that was perverse about this that I should be running for the hills. But I think on some level I wanted her to pervert me. I wanted her to corrupt me. Being a father sol young terrified me, but not obeying her scared me more. I needed to think. I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes thinking about what I had just learned. About her life, her family, what my role would be. I fell asleep in my bed that night with no clothing on and laying above my covers. My masturbation and heavy thinking had exhausted me and I needed to rest.

I woke up in the night covered in crusted cum and needing to piss. I blindly stumbled to the restroom not even knowing what time it was but it was definitely after 1. When I finished I headed back to bed but on the way I heard moaning coming from the living room.

Quietly and carefully I made my way to the lights I saw flickering around the corner. As I rounded the corner I saw porn on the tv. It was a very hardcore explicit movie. The women were beautiful, the men were hung, the actions were raunchy. I turned around to head back to bed but then I caught a glimpse of my mother laying on the couch asleep. She was naked as usual and I could smell the aroma of sex in the air.

"That bitch!" I thought to myself.

For a moment I stood there wondering what would happen if I just attacked her, not to hurt her but to scare her to get her back for hitting me.

But after a minute my mind began to wonder to questions of what if I forced myself on her. Gave her what she said she wanted and then I would have the power. But I didn't, I couldn't, I was weak. My mother's wrath scared me. I just stood there looking at her shaved sex. Her large round, perfect tits. Amid my fearful thoughts I couldn't help but wonder what she tasted like, what her tits would feel like in my hands and my mouth.

I walked to the couch slowly not wanting to wake her. As the moaning and grunting on the tv grew loader I reached my hand forward and felt her legs, slowly and very timidly I felt her foot, then her calf, her thigh. I was about to reach forward when she spoke. Her eyes were half open and she was awake with a small smile on her face.

"Do it," she whispered to me. "Take your place where you belong." She ran her fingers over her pussy, "Come back to the place where you came from, it's your real home."

She smiled and spread her legs just a little inviting me forward.

I was about to move my hand away but she was quicker, she sat up and in one smooth motion she slapped my face again. I took the hit and refused to rub my face. I was getting angry with the hitting but I still didn't know how to respond to it.

"Now touch me," she said.

She was breathing deeply, her breasts heaved and she spread her legs slightly.

"Don't act hurt," she sneered. "You know you want to, so touch your mother."

I felt the skin burning on my cheek but I couldn't lie, I wanted to touch her. I reached forward and placed my hand on her thigh.

"Now kneel" she said as she lay back, her voice was raspy, deeper, lustful.

I knelt down and was eye level with her pussy. I could smell her and I could see her juices running. She spread her legs a little more for me.

"Kiss my thigh," she commanded.

I lowered my lips to her leg and her smell filled my nostrils, she was intoxicating. I was sure that at any second she was going to strike me again, but I was harder now than I had ever been in my entire life, and any second I was going to cum without even touching myself.

I kissed her thigh gently at first and she moaned. She began whispering encouraging comments telling me I was a good boy and to keep kissing her thighs. I could feel her fingers caressing my head and then wrapping themselves in my hair. I began to feel nervous, I wasn't sure what she was going to do next. Then she told me to suck and lick her thighs. I didn't stop I kept licking, sucking, kissing I even started to massage her flesh.

She kept calling me her good boy, "Mommies good boy." Telling me she knew I would do my part and fulfill the role.

I began to massage her legs as I kissed her, I began inching my way closer to her pussy, but I wouldn't commit. Then without warning she pulled my hair hard and her voice changed to something rough. She was frustrated, she needed the release. Years of waiting, fantasizing, anticipating. This is what she had wanted all along, what she had planned for. I wasn't giving her enough, she shoved her cunt down on my face and yelled at me to eat.

She urged me on, "Suck you little shit, this is where you came from, suck the pussy that made you!"

I have to admit, it was delicious. I lapped and sucked. I even put my hands into it. I pushed my fingers into her cunt and tried to get more of her sweet nectar out, she howled, I kept sucking and licking, my jaw began to hurt and my hands got tired.

I took a brief glimpse at her only to see a catatonic look on her face and her fingers in her mouth. Before I could say anything or voice some concern she wrapped her legs around my head, locked her ankles and tried to suffocate me with her thighs. I tried to keep eating but it became hard to breath. I started pawing at her legs trying to get her to loosen up but she just flexed her thighs more. She looked at me with a lustful stare cutting off my oxygen and not caring about whether I could breath.

Her fluids flooded into my mouth and filled my desperate lungs. It was almost like the idea of hurting me turned her on. My vision started to get blurry and I became dizzy, I thought I might die like this, with my head between my crazy mothers legs. Then she released me and her body relaxed.

I gasped for air but kept my place not wanting to move in case she would be mad. I was both horny and angry about what had just happened. I really don't know if I liked it or not, but before I could finish pondering this, she placed her foot on my chest and shoved hard. I fell to the floor and banged my head.

"Ow!" I said rubbing my head.

My mother started giggling and stretched her arms above her head. She looked at me and sighed.

"Shut up," she said. "I know you liked it, no one gets into it that much if they aren't having fun, besides that monster between your legs is all the proof I need," she giggled pointing at my cock.

"Welcome to the "family way" baby boy, mama is gonna make you her personal bull, my stud," She said.

She started laughing like she had said something funny but her eyes seemed to be somewhere else.

I began losing wood. The pain in my head had killed the lust in my groin and I began thinking I had crossed a line. My mother, the one person in my life, didn't seem to care.

"Get the fuck up and clean the couch, you made a mess," She laughed.

She kept giggling to herself as she walked to her bedroom.

Things quieted down for a day or two after that. It all seemed to go back to normal, at least as normal as they get for us. She was as nude as ever. Going about her daily routine, sometimes getting online, or just watching tv. I tried to stay out of the way but she made it a point to talk to me about her day and the things she saw on the internet.

She started flirting with me again, little things that she knew would make me smile, jokes about my looks, shaking her tits in front of me, familiar things that made me relax. I thought maybe she had gotten things out of her system, she was back to her controllable self. Something I could handle.

Until one afternoon i was home watching tv, and she was looking at the computer in the living room. She began playing with herself. She was watching porn again and she was really getting into it. I didn't mind at first, it was having its usual effect on me and I stopped watching tv and started paying more attention to her. After a few minutes I saw her tense up and shake a little bit. When she was finished She sat staring at the screen for several minutes, not moving and idly rubbing her face.

After a few minutes she looked at me and asked, "Are you hard baby? Do you want some relief?"

I was hard and I really wanted her to touch me. She turned in her chair and faced me still sitting in the chair and spread her legs.

"Do you finally want to be my man and take what's yours?" She asked.

She looked me in the eyes and lifted one of her big beautiful tits to her mouth and sucked her nipple. She seemed to be relishing it and she stroked her pussy lips lightly. My cock was rock hard by now and I wanted to go to my room and masturbate.

"Is this what you want?" she teased.

I didn't know if this was a trap but I knew I was caring less and less that she was crazy. I wanted to fuck her. She lowered her tit from her mouth.

"Come let momma suck on that meat, let me show you what you should expect from your woman," she smiled that crazy smile at me.

I stood in front of her watching her eyes fixed on my cock. She reached out and smoothly ran her fingers along it. I was ready to cum. Then without warning she yanked hard. It hurt so much I yelled. I wanted to lash out but I knew it would only cause her to get angry. She smiled and told me to give her my cum.

"I wanna taste my mans cum," She said.

She wanted to feel it on her face and her body. She leaned forward and took me into her mouth. I don't know how I held on but it was pure bliss. She sucked and sucked and sucked like she was trying to suck the sperm straight from the balls. Before I could warn her I reached out and grabbed her hair and pulled her face down on my cock, I had to feel her mouth on my whole dick, I couldn't wait any longer.

She gagged in surprise and pulled herself off me and flashed me an angry look, and then she leaned forward again taking me as deep as she could, gagging until her eyes watered. She began using her tongue to play with my cock strumming it across many shaft, I lost it.

I came so hard, I didn't even think about warning her, I was so overwhelmed. I came and came, it was fantastic!

I thought, just for a moment, I could handle this, it's not bad at all, it's might be fun."

I suddenly felt her nails digging into my ass. She pushed them as hard as she could until I felt them puncture skin and I yelled in pain. She pulled off my cock as the last of my cum sprayed her face. She sat back and looked at me grabbing my ass and took a swallow, gulping most of my cum.

When I made eye contact with her she spit into her hand a glob of the cum she had left over. She spread it onto her face And began massaging it into her skin. When she was done, and I had finished massaging the wounds in my ass She told me to come close to her. I leaned down and felt her hand wrap around my dick.

"If you don't want me to hurt you like that, and ruin your orgasm, you don't ever do that again, never force me on your cock," she warned. "What do you say?"

"Yes ma'am," I said.

She gave me a satisfied look, "Good boy, now, cum on mommy's tits like in the video."

I looked at the video on the screen, and sure enough some big titted blonde was laying there covered in some guys cum.

"Mom, I can't cum again that fast," I said logically. Her face twisted into anger and she slapped me across the forehead.

"Leave!" She yelled.

I didn't move. I hated that she was hitting me now and I wanted to defy her. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me across the living room down the hall and to my room.

"Pick this mess up!" She yelled.

She made a fist to hit me again and I raised many hands to shield myself. The hit never came. She didn't do it. She lowered her hands and I saw her entire mood change. Her face was almost concerned. She looked at my face and I saw her eyes flicker to the marks she had left on my head. She seemed to regret hitting me.

She stepped forward and apologized. She explained, she wanted me to be a good boy and clean my room. Then she kissed me on my lips. Tentatively at first, gently. Then a little passionately, i felt her tongue slide into my mouth. Almost immediately She pulled away and asked if I understood. I said yes even though I didn't.

She stroked my face and told me, "You're going to be such a good daddy."

The next time I had an encounter with her it was very matter of fact. It was a Saturday and she was in the kitchen making herself a drink, she was nude as usual. I came out of my room to go out to the neighborhood pool when she told me to stop. I froze in my tracks careful not to do anything. She looked at me and frowned at my trunks. They were one of the few pieces of clothing she had missed in her great purge. I quickly removed them and saw her face brighten with a smile.

I have to admit, while I stood there and watched her, I appreciated how her body was so perfect. I could never say that she wasn't hot.

"I was gonna go to the pool off of Bandera road, if that's ok?" I offered.

She stopped pouring her glass. She looked me dead in the eye and stirred her drink.

After several seconds she simply said, "No."

She corrected that I was to stay home with her and follow her to her bedroom. I sighed to myself taking off the shorts, resigned to the knowledge this would probably end badly. Still, I knew better than to press the issue so I followed her down the hall, watching her ass sway in front of me.

As we entered her room, she turned on her television and laid down on the bed, drink in hand. She told me to stand next to the bed and not to move until she allowed it. Unsure where this was going, I simply obeyed.

I stood for several minutes, watching her get more drunk than usual, there seemed to be a lot more rum than coke in that drink. I was enjoying the program on tv, something about dogs, but my legs were getting a little tired.

I turned my head to ask her if I could sit down but when I looked at her she was fingering herself. Before I could say anything she yelled at me not to move. She repeated I was to stay where I was, but if I wanted to watch her, I could. So I did.

I watched her press her fingers in and out of herself. She moaned and licked her lips. She kept her eyes fixed on my face, oddly, instead of my dick and I began to get hard. I was so focused on what she was doing I didn't even know what was happening to my cock. She raised her left tit to her mouth and wrapped her lips around the nipple.

I almost felt jealous that I couldn't do it myself. I reached my hand down to my dick and began to slowly stroke myself. She stopped what she was doing suddenly and snapped up to her knees. She yelled at me to stop and roughly grabbed my dick. I tried to move away from the pain but she held it tight and slapped it angrily.

"When I tell you you can!" She yelled.

Then, pow! She gave me a hard strike across the face.

She was breathing so deep her breasts heaved out at me. After a moments hesitation, she looked me in the eyes and began to stroke herself again. I was furious at her, I didn't trust her anymore, and I didnt know if she hated me or if she was trying to torture me.

She reached out to touch me lovingly with her free hand, but I had nothing but anger on my face. I closed my eyes and tried to not look at her. I was sure she was going to hit me again but I didnt want to see the defiance on my face.

"Good boy," she said playing with my dick.

She ran her fingers along the tip and I tried desperately to keep my eyes closed.

"Open your eyes sweetheart," she said softly. I kept them closed and did nothing.

"Sweet heart, open your eyes for mommy and look at my body, tell me its what you want, tell me you will never leave and you'll give me my child," I still kept my eyes closed.

"Tell me!!" She yelled and grabbed my dick and yanked.

My eyes flew open in pain and I felt them well with tears. She had that look in her eyes that told me she was in another place, that she didn't see me as her son but as her toy, her property. Just as quickly as I saw it, it vanished and she continued as if nothing had happened.

"Mother I need you, I'll never leave you, and I'll give you a child," my voice wavered as I spoke.

I was terrified, angry, and excited. I didn't know what to feel. I was also scared of being a father and a slave to my mother, but what kind of things she could make me feel, what kind of pleasure would she take me to? I needed to do something! I couldn't deny my own excitement, and living in fear and anger with her was going to kill me.

It was then that I made a choice. If I couldn't pull myself away from this, couldn't free myself from it, then I would have to face it, commit to it, completely and utterly. I would please my mother and fulfill our family obligation.

"You love your mommy don't you?" She groaned. "You want to feel the things she can make you feel? Say it!"

"I want to feel everything mother," I told her.

She laid back and spread her legs open. Her tits, large and firm sagged slightly to the sides. She curled her finger at me and told me to come and take my place where it belongs. I climbed on the bed between her legs and wrapped my hand around my dick, she stopped me and told me to let go of it. She wrapped her hand around its base.

"I'll show you how." She whispered.

This was the best and worst moment of my life everything was exploding in my mind with sexual release, my mother was touching me and she was going to give herself to me in ways I had only fantasized about. At the same time I was no longer her son and she was not going to be simply my mother, and I think she my have finally lost her mind.

She slowly guided me inside her pussy, it was soaked. I was bigger than she planned and I saw the realization in her eyes. She opened her mouth in a gasp when the head pushed its way in. Her eyes and mouth wide but no sound coming out, she inched me inside a little more.

"Yesss!" She hissed, "More my bull, more!"

I pushed farther inside her and felt intense heat envelope my cock. It was an inferno and I admit, I loved it. I pulled back and my mother gasped again, I saw her eyes crestfallen as if she lost something, and then I shoved myself back inside as hard as I could. Her eyes lit up with joy and she began to laugh as I continued stroke after stroke.

"Yes! Very good! Yes! Yes!" She screamed over and over again.

Her eyes wide with shock like she didnt really believe this was happening, but her mouth was wide open with a laugh enjoying every second of it. I propped myself up on my hands as she wrapped her legs around my thighs and I began to pump faster and faster. The longer I pumped away the more vocal and vulgar she became.

"Yes baby, yes!" She screamed. "Do it to mommy!" Give mommy you seed! Be a real man! Be your mommy's fucking man, you fucking mother fucker!"

I saw the effect my strokes were having on her when her eyes began to glaze over and roll backward. She was climaxing, I felt her pussy spasm around my dick clenching and releasing me. Hot liquid pumped out from her and I thought for a moment she had pissed on me. I looked down at the connection of our bodies but the liquid was clear and in spurts. That's when I realized, she was a squirter. Her body clenched around me and she looked me in the eyes until they squeezed shut. She grabbed her own breasts and squeezed them as hard as she could. I saw the blood darken the flesh around her areolas.