Rebellion

"Christ I'm feeling horny!" moaned Matt Porcher, as he lay naked on his bed, stroking his stiff throbbing erection. Being a young man of eighteen, his hormones always seemed to make him horny. He was so frustrated, he could almost cry. At school, he listened with envy at tales of other boys getting laid.

"Why not me?" he thought miserably. He thought he was going to die a virgin.

He was good looking enough. Maybe it was his cock. Ever since last year, when he started to shoot up in height, he found that his penis had started growing even quicker, turning into a fat slug that lay halfway down his thigh when it was flaccid. Kids soon noticed it in the showers and word quickly got around at school. Before he knew it, he had the nickname "Donkey Kong" after the computer game.

One day, Cheryl the school dyke asked him if she could look at his prick. When he showed it to her, she seemed astonished about the size but when he plucked up courage and asked her to fuck him, she had said "No way! That thing," pointing at his erection, "would split me apart" and promptly walked away.

Matt groaned again and he promptly forgot about his woes as the pleasure sensation in his prick started to build. He paused momentarily to apply more Vaseline on his cock before continuing. He had long since found that using Vaseline stopped his cock from getting sore due to his frequent (and lengthy) wanking sessions.

In his mind's eye, he could see him fucking Britney Spears. She was on top of him, riding his stone-hard erection, gasping away. Her tits wobbling up and down in tune with her thrusts. His hand started shooting up and down his cock in very rapid strokes. He felt his body started to stiffen and his cock swell even larger and harder as he felt the onslaught of his orgasm.

"Almost there!" he thought when…

"MATTHEW!"

Trying to ignore the voice, he continued rubbing his aching prick, trying to achieve his climax. In his imagination, he could see Britney groaning even louder as she bucked even faster towards her oncoming orgasm.

"MATTHEW! COME DOWN HERE NOW!" shouted the voice from downstairs.

"Oh shit, what does SHE want now?" he mumbled.

"COMING, MUM!" he shouted as he abandoned his effects.

Knowing that his mother would only come up the stairs to get him if he didn't go down first, he got off his bed, quickly got dressed, first wiping the Vaseline off his now dwindling erection.

Clare Porcher was a small woman standing just over five foot. She had short dark hair with natural grey highlights making her look older than her 45 years. Her face though young looking was cold and stern. Her brown eyes had a piercing quality, which give the person that she was looking at the impression that they were being scrutinised (which was most often the case). Always one for being smartly dress, she normally wore a pair of neatly pressed trousers and a loose-fitting blouse. Today was no exception.

A strong-willed woman, it was very apparent even to the casual observer that she was head of the family. One day, she even berated her husband in front of guests because he had left the sugar out. Alan, her husband was, on the other hand, a quiet person who thought the best thing he could do was to agree with whatever his wife said and did.

All in all, she ran an organised household with no serious challenges to her authority. That is apart from her son, Matthew, who always seemed to arguing with her. She would admit that on the whole he was a good kid but recently had been rather rebellious and his grades were not as good as they could be. Hence, why she was calling him down now.

"Yes, Mum?"

Clare turned to see her son standing in the kitchen doorway. She looked at him and noted for the umpteenth time how fast he was growing. He was now not only taller than his father, but broader as well.

"Did you do that homework you promised me?," she asked.

"Well, Mum…" her son begun.

"Don't give me 'Well Mum', young man. I have spoken to your English teacher and he told me that you didn't do the homework that he had assigned you." Clare interrupted.

Matt shrugged. "I was going to do but David came round and…"

Clare interrupted him again. "I know why you didn't do your homework! It is just not good enough! I told you yesterday that unless you bucked your ideas up, you wouldn't be allowed to go to camping with your friends."

"Aw, Mum. I am packed and everything!" protested Matt. He had been looking forward to going camping (especially to get away from his nagging mother). And now to be told that he wasn't going just a day before they were due to leave.

His mother continued "and I'm also grounding you for a week. That will give you a chance to do some studying while you are off for half term."

"But Mum, I was meant to help David and his dad pack the car today." Matt said.

After a brief pause, Clare relented. "Okay, you can go to around and help with the packing but I want you straight back here afterwards."

"Mum.." started Matt.

"Or do you wish to stay in?" asked his mother.

Matt had no choice. "Alright, Mum."

"You had better go," Clare said, "but don't take too long."

Matt grunted and stormed out of the house. By the time he reached David's house, he was fuming.

"What's the matter, Matt?" asked his friend.

Matt told him. "I'm really fed up with that cow," he moaned, "I can't wait until I'm eighteen and can leave home."

"I take it that you're talking about your mum?" asked David.

"Yeah! The old bag just told me that I can't go camping with you guys."

"You joking? We've got everything planned." David complained.

At that point, David's father came outside. "Ah! There you are! Come on then, if you want to help pack the car!."

"Dad! Matt's mum won't let him come camping." said David

"That's disappointing but, well, there must have been a reason why he's not allowed to go." replied David's father.

"Aw that ain't fair, Dad," complained the boy, "Can't you have a word with her?"

David's father shook his head. "Sorry, David. I can't do that. If Matt's mum said 'no', then that's that. Sorry, Matt. But you know that once your mother has made up her mind, she won't change it."

"Yeah." said Matt, quietly.

"Sorry, Matt." said David.

"Me, too." said Matt again.

"Look, boys, " interjected David's father, "Why don't you leave the packing to me and go down and meet up with Tony at the Bowling Alley."

"Aw, I'm not sure about that. Mum's expecting me home in a few hours time." Matt said.

"Aw, come on. We've got plenty of time and I'll make sure that you're home in time so that mummy can tuck you up in bed." persuaded David.

"Sod off! Alright, I'll go." agreed Matt and then said "Mothers! Who would have them?"

It was after midnight before Matt returned home.

"Shit! She's going to kill me," he thought as he gently opened the front door and let himself in.

Matt slowly crept down the hallway. Seeing that the living room door was open, he glanced in. There curled on the settee was his mother - asleep. His father must have been upstairs in bed.

"Thank God! Maybe I can get to my bedroom and pretend I've been here for hours" he thought.

As quietly as possible, he crept up the stairs and into his bedroom. Once inside, he quickly got changed and got into bed. As he lay there, he felt the now familiar urges return. He cast his mind back to the fantasy regarding Britney. Pulling back the covers, he pulled out his swelling cock and started rubbing it, applying some Vaseline as he did.

He only managed a few strokes when suddenly he heard footsteps just outside his bedroom door. He had just managed to pull his pyjama bottoms and bed sheets when the door burst open and the light switched on. Standing in the doorway was his mother looking furious. Immediately, his erection shrunk.

"WHAT TIME DO YOU CALL THIS?" she shouted.

This was the final straw for Matt. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" he shouted back.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?" screamed Clare.

Angrily, he pulled back the covers and swung out of bed

"I AM FED UP WITH THIS! " shouted Matt, "ALL YOU DO IS NAG! NAG! NNAAAAGGG!!!

Clare was taken aback. Never before had Matthew spoken to her like this.

Even in his angered state, Matt noticed that his mother was wearing just a nightdress. This was the first time he saw her wearing anything other than her loose fitting trousers and blouses or a baggy bathrobe. While those clothes hid her body; her nightdress clung to it, especially to her large drooping boobs. He didn't realise that his mother was so big. He felt his hormones starting to react.

"HOW DARE…" she started to say.

"SHUT UP! I AM SO SICK OF YOU BOSSING ME AROUND! I HAVE HAD A FUCKING ENOUGH OF IT!"

Suddenly so angry that she could not speak, Clare slapped her son around the face.

Angrily, Matt lashed out by pushing her away, causing his mother to fall back first onto his bed. At the same time, he lost his balance and found himself on top of her.

Time suddenly stood still for Matt as he was suddenly aware that he was on top of a woman on a bed for the first time in his life. He could feel her soft warm body pressing into his through the thin night clothes. Suddenly his penis sprung to full erection.

Clare was in shock. One minute they were standing up shouting at each other. The next she was spread-eagled on her son's bed with him on top of her, and what was that pressing into her?

"MATTHEW! GET OFF ME THIS INSTANT!" she commanded.

Matt lifted himself up and stared down at his mother. His hormones were in complete control and all he could see was a woman lying underneath him. With a groan, he launched his mouth at his mother's neck.

"Matthew! What are you do.. hmmph" she was cut of as her son brought his mouth onto hers.

At the same, his hands feverishly worked over her body. Ripping at her nightdress to get to those sagging tits. He pulled his mouth off hers as he looked at down at his mother's now naked breasts. His first set of naked tits. Christ! They were big! Her nibbles were huge! With a groan, he enclosed one of those large nipples into his mouth.

Clare just lay there uncomprehending. She could not believe what was happening. She felt herself gasp as her son roughly nibbled one of her nipples. Then she felt one of his hands moving down to her hips. "What the" she thought as she felt him roughly rip at her knickers. "NO!" she thought.

Grunting feverishly, he quickly ripped away his mother's knickers. He then roughly pushed himself between his mother's legs, at the same time pulling down his pyjama bottoms, freeing his huge bloated cock.

"No this cannot be happening." Clare thought as she felt her son install himself between her legs.

She felt something brush again the inside of her legs. It was his hand. She gave an involuntary gasp as his fingers located the entrance to her vagina. The fingers probed for a moment and then redrew. She felt Matthew shift his weight and then felt something hot, spongey and very thick pushing against her vagina.

"Oh my God!," she thought as realisation dawned.

Matt was on auto-pilot as he felt his huge stiff shaft brush against his mother's cunt lips. He never remembered his prick being so big and painful. All he wanted to do was to bury the rock-like shaft into a woman's wet, soothing cunt - his mother's cunt.

"NO MATTHEW! STOP THIS THIS INSTA… oh nnooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Clare gasped as her boy, panting in urgent need, pushed his hips against hers with all his might causing his Vaseline covered penis to slowly slide into her tight vagina. Even with his cock being greased, it still took him a lot of effort to get all of his granite hard erection into her vagina, right up to the hilt. Clare could lay there in shock as her son lay on top of her, with his "thing" inside her. Never had she had anything so large and so stiff in her vagina, she thought it was going to tear her in two.

NO, MATTHEW! OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!" Clare shouted as she felt her son starting thrusting madly into her. She had never been so deeply penetrated and her vaginal lips were so stretched, they hurt.

Matt was so excited that within a couple of frenzied thrusts, he felt his body stiffen and a tingling started in his balls and quickly shot up the length of his swelling shaft.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped, his flexing cock shoved up as far as possible inside his mother's cunt.

Grabbing her for dear life, the teenage boy's hard young shaft snapped up hard inside the middle-aged woman, as wads after wads of fresh, thick, potent sperm-laden semen started shooting out of his cock, drenching the insides of her womb and cunt. Clare could not help but grunt in surprise as she felt her son's ballooning weapon eject volley after volley of white-hot sperm into her stomach.

On and on, he continued shooting off inside his mother until finally he collapsed in exhaustion upon her soft body, panting and struggling for breath, trembling violently. Underneath him, Clare lay there panting, feeling her son's formidable erection started to go down.

Matt lay there relaxed. He felt so good. Then it dawned on him what he had exactly done.

"Oh my God! I just raped my mother! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he shouted.

Suddenly Matt was disgusted with himself. "My God! What have I done? What if Dad heard?" he thought as he pulled himself away (and out of her with an audible slurp). Blabbering his apologies, Matt jumped off the bed, he grabbed his clothes and ran out of the room and out the house.

Clare was still getting her breath back as she watched Matthew race out the room. She looked down between her legs and saw her son's white semen slowly trickling out of her vagina onto the bed.

Struggling off the bed, Clare snatched up Matt's dressing gown and put it on. "MATTHEW! " she shouted, "COME BACK!." Unable to move very fast (her vagina being tender after what had happened), by the time she had got downstairs, he had gone.

In bed, Alan Porcher had woken up to the shouting match going on next door. What was going on? The shouting suddenly went quiet. After a short pause, he then he heard his wife crying out, almost protesting followed shortly by bedsprings creaking. The realisation struck him like a sledgehammer when it dawned on him what was happening and he could only lay there and shiver when he heard Matt run out the house.

Matt stood outside his friend's David's house, having just rung the door bell.

David's father answered the door. "Matt! Do you know what time it is?"

"Sorry, Mr Hunter," Matt started then he saw his friend and Mrs Hunter coming down the stairs.

"Matt, what's the matter?" asked his friend.

"Sorry to disturb you but can I stay the night?" asked Matt.

David looked at Matt's face and could see that something was seriously wrong, "Dad, can he?" he asked his father.

"Er, yes, sure. What happened, son?" asked Mr Hunter as Matt was led into their living room.

"Did you have another falling out with your mum?" David enquired as he showed Matt into the living room.

"Y-yeah!" was all that Matt said.

"Phew! Must have been a major falling out for you to walk out or did she chuck you out?."

"I rather not talk about it." said Matt.

"Err! Sure mate, whatever you say. I'll just go and get you a blanket and pillow. Fancy a drink?"

"Yeah, a milk please."

"Look," David's father, "You don't have to go back to your parents' tonight but I do have to phone them to let them know that you are safe."

"I'll do it." said Mrs Hunter.

While David retrieved some blankets and took them to his friend, David's mother rang Matt's phone number. It was answered by Clare.

"Matthew?" said the voice on the other end.

"No, this is Helen Hunter, David's mother. Is that Mrs Porcher?"

"Yes, this is Clare Porcher" replied Clare.

"I just wanted to tell you that Matt is over at our place and is safe and sound."

"Oh thank God! Look, Matthew and I have had an argument which I feel needs resolving immediately. Can I come over? I know it is late but it is important."

"Well, I better check with Matt."

Matt agreed.

Ten minutes later, Matt heard the door bell followed his mother being brought into the living room.

"I need to talk to Matthew alone." Clare said

"Sure, if that's is alright by Matt," replied David's father.

Matt nodded.

The Hunters left the room, closing the door behind them, leaving mother and son alone together.

"You must come home." stated Clare.

Matt felt terrible and embarrassed being in the present of his mother.

Sensing his reluctance, Clare pushed on "Look, I won't tell the police but we need to resolve what has happened. Now if you want us to do it here where David and his parents can overhear then that's up to you. Frankly, I rather do it at home." Quite rightly, she had guessed that Matt had not told the Hunters what had exactly happened. Matt gave in.

Matt and his mother didn't say a word as they drove back to the house. On entering, she told him to have a shower and then they would talk. Matt wanted to wait until the morning but his mother's tone told him that she was adamant.

It did not take him very long for him to shower and change into a clean pair of pyjamas and dressing gown. He found his mother sitting on the settee in the living room, waiting for him. He noticed that she had changed into her night clothes. She patted the seat next her and told him to sit down. He sat next to his mother.

"You know what you did to me was wrong." started Clare.

The boy nodded.

"What made you do it?" she asked.

"I err.. " Matt stammered, unable to answer.

"Answer me." snapped his mother, "do you realise what you did? You RAPED me."

"I'm sorry." The boy whispered.

"'I'm sorry'? Is that all you can say? For Christ's sake, you raped me while your father was in the next room." She felt anger (and possibly something else) course through her as she leaned forward and grabbed Matt's chin, forcing him to look directly into her face.

"Do you realise that you may have got me pregnant!!?"

Matt did not say a word but continued staring at his mother's face. Suddenly he could remember her expression as he pushed his hard cock inside her. Her eyes bulging, her mouth open. He felt a twinge in his prick as he imagined his sperm swimming in her belly, searching out her egg, recreating himself inside her.

Suddenly he came to his senses. "My God! What am I thinking?" he thought. Again apologising, the panic-stricken boy got up and rushed out the room.

Clare just sat there as she heard her son run up the stairs followed by his bedroom door slamming. She discovered that her heart was hammering within her chest and that she was aware of something throbbing on the ends of her breasts realising that her nipples were engorged. She felt wet between her legs and she found that for the first time in years, she was aroused.

She remembered the look on her son's face just prior to him bolting. He had the same look just prior to him raping her. Images flashed through her mind of Matt being on top of her, of them having intercourse. No, he was fucking her (her body trembled as she thought of the word), fucking her hard. Her son had fucked her against her will. Fucked with such ardor, such raw passion, such virality. His penis being so big and so hard. She inwardly groaned as she thought about it.

Something had changed during the rape, that fuck. Something had changed in her. Never had she felt so alive. She realised what she had been missing. Her and Alan hardly ever made love and when they did, it was at her insistence and even then it had no passion and it was over within minutes (sometimes seconds). And Matthew was so passionate, so strong and so well endowed. So much bigger than any man she had known, especially her poor husband, his father.