Chapter 2

Knocking woke me to Monday. "Mom? Are you okay? It's nine AM." Race sounded concerned.

For my work as an agent, I hired a desk from a local real estate office. I could come an go as much as I pleased. I wished I was already there. Race was late for school, though. "Have you eaten?"

"I'm more worried about you."

"Then, go on to class. We'll talk when you get back home." I tried.

Several "tinks" sounded from the knob. He knew how to unlock it from the outside. I knew that he knew. I had hoped...

Race pushed the door open and walked in naked. "Hurry, Mom. I have to get dressed."

"Huh?" I saw his erection. Proud and eager, it bobbed towards me. Under the sheet and blankets, I still wore the damp towel from the afternoon before. He tore at the bedding and hopped onto the mattress. His prick aimed at my eyes. "You need to be fed, Mom." His hands grabbed my head and he punched cock into my lips. It meet clenched teeth.

"Ow! Mom. You hurt me!" He pretented the victim. His hands tightened their grip. "Open up. I don't have time."

I shook my head. I wanted to remind him how wrong this was, but I dared not open my mouth.

Then he surprised me. He leaned forward and kissed my lips, spitting into them. When I spat it back, his fingers pushed my cheeks between my teeth and forced my jaw open. Cock returned to it's mother's forced tongue. "God, your mouth feels better than yesterday!" He pumped his prick quickly.

To avoid suffocating again, I matched his thrusting with my breaths, in and out.

"Moan for me, Mom! Moan for me, like you did last time."

I had NOT moaned. I had maybe groaned. It seemed like an important difference at the time. Less than twenty four hours had passed since having my son's cock fuck my face for the first time. I slapped his arms with my hands, but mine had little strength. My anger was still asleep.

Race lasted a minute, maybe two before unloading his balls into my mouth. I doubt he had tried to hold back. He wanted to get to school. Why now, I wondered. He was a fair student but had never been eager to go. Did something about raping his mommy's lips and throat promote academic attendance?

Once again I choked on his semen. He pushed deep with his prick and poured the stuff down my neck. The little I tasted was slightly better without my retch fluid. I had managed his raping dick without suffocating. Pulling out, he told me again. "You should lick up what you didn't swallow."

I frowned. He smiled and stretched a finger to my cheeks and chin. He dumped his escaped seed into the hole he had intended. "You'll have to shower, this time, Mom. I've gotta go."

I cried in the shower. He hadn't even given me a chance to explain how wicked his actions were, how un-godly, and how forceful he was becoming. I resolved to fight whatever demon had possessed my son. I read the bible all day.

I knew exactly when he would return from school. When Race was in a hurry home, it took exactly twenty three minutes from when the last bell rang. I waited inside the door, bible in one hand, a wooden spoon in the other. I had been making cookies, and I wasn't aware of holding the spoon. I had spotted the clock just in time and had raced to the door. The lock clicked and the door swung in.

"Oh, good!" He smiled. His arms went for a hug. I stepped back, but not far enough. "Mmm, Mom. It's good to be home. And you were waiting for me!" He hugged me gently. I blinked, trying to recompose my righteousness.

"Son, we need to talk. I believe you have succumbed to-"

"Sure, Mom." He saw the bible. "Did you want to pray? Get on your knees."

"Yes!" I brightened. Maybe he had considered his evil. He knelt slightly. "Let us pray, to rid this curse from you." My smiled beamed hope at him, and my knees touched the carpet before his."

"Oops! The door." He spun around and closed it. Pray was a private matter, I agreed. If forced to in public, one must not be ashamed to show true faith.

"Oh, heavenly Father." I began. I heard a zipper. He turned back to me. His cock swung like a baseball bat. I dodged away.

"Pray to me, Mom. It'll be good practice for when you really are my slave." He slapped me. "But never, EVER, say 'father'!"

His attack stunned me long enough to find my son's prick plunging once more into my mouth, his hands pressing the back of my head. This time he had betrayed God. That hurt more than his raping cock. Still, I didn't cry. I had to survive my son's fresh assault. I had to breathe, I told myself. Sobs would disturb my timing.

I discovered that by tightening my lips at the right time and pressing on the underside of my boy's retreating prick, I could fine tune his fucking of my face. He could dig deeper into my gullet and I could pull in more air than the first two times.

"Ohhh, That's it, Mom, tongue me and suck me!" Race delighted. This time he tried to hold out. His prick stabbed beyond my tongue for nearly four minutes before he howled with glee. "Uuunnnngggghh!!! YEAAAAH!" His cock pressed hard, and his cum blasted down my throat. "Cuummmmiingg, Moooomm!!!"

This time, there wasn't any sperm on my face for him to wipe into my mouth. I had hardly tasted any of it. He wasn't phased. "Tasted good, I bet. Huh, Mom?"

This was my first chance in two days. "Race, those books are worse than fairy tales. You can't turn women into cum sluts!"

"I know. I know, Mom" He pushed his withering, shining dick into his pants and zipped up. "Just like that book couldn't turn Dad into a nice man."

Our bible remained clenched in my left hand. He left me staring at it.

"That felt really good, Mom." Were his parting words.

After baking the cookies, I ate one. The Holy Bible was now their trivet. I left the kitchen and knocked on Race's door.

"What is it? I'm studying."

I'd never caught my boy studying. His father would threaten to beat him, but that was years ago. I guess I had assumed Race studied. It's just that I rarely visited when he was in his room.

"I won't bother you, then."

"Those cookies smell pretty great."

"Do you want one?"

"Do you have one?" I guessed he didn't want me to bother him again, if I didn't.

"Yes." I turned the door knob and entered holding up a saucer with two warm treats.

Race sat at his small desk, a paperback book lay on it. He couldn't have been more than two or three chapters in. Taking up a quarter of his room, a worn Sousaphone waited on its stand.

"I'll set these here." I placed the saucer on the closest corner. His hand grabbed my wrist!

"There were some words here I didn't know. I needed to ask my English teacher, today."

Oh, that had been his hurry. "Please, let go."

"Just a sec. Now that you're here." His eyes pierced mine with lust. "Let me read it to you." He released my hand. "Sit down."

The only place was on his bed. I could have ran, but my son's passion, seemed directed at the book. He read as I sat, ready to bolt past him. "'Mommy, are you my cum slut?'

"'No. That's a pinnacle of abomination!' The freshly raped mother lied." Race turned to me. "See, Mom. I bet, you're just like this mom. You've been lying to me."

"No, Honey, don't ever think that. I wouldn't lie to you, even after you force yourself on me. I want to help you!"

"Yeah! That's it!" He got excited, and turned a few pages. "Here it is. The mom says, 'Mommy just want's to help you, Honey.' The boy answers, 'Help me cum then, Mommy!'" Race slammed the book shut as if he had proven his point. The tawdry cover had a colored drawing of a young man wearing bulging cotton briefs, looming over his naked mother posed so that you could see her out-thrust tits but not her groin. The title was "Mommy's Rape Son" by Kat-

"Mom!" Race called. I blinked and looked back at him.

"No! I thought you didn't believe in these books!"

"When did I say that?" He disbelieved me. "Oh, what I meant, after feeding my cum to you was, I agreed those kind of book are worse than fairy tales. Fairy tales are for little kids. Kids shouldn't be allowed to read these. These books are meant for you and me." Race launched himself out of his chair at me, knocking me across his bed and his Sousaphone off of its stand. I kicked and slapped. He was better at blocking my blows. In a flash I was pinned to the bed, and my son began stripping me.

"You need to stop wearing these." He had struggled to release my bra and pull it off. I had tried to twist and escape, but he was like a python, curled around his victim. "I'm going to fuck you proper this time, Mom. Maybe if I mix things up, you'll mind-break quicker."

"That's never going to happen!" I rebelled. He stripped my pants faster than the bra. I had worn my pair with the most buttons. Unfortunately, he wore some with just as many and familiar with their efficient separation. Naked except for my bleach white panties I continued to pummel him with my knees and my fists. He took every one with hardly a flinch. I didn't hold back. I know I was hurting him. His father had conditioned him to endure worse.

Reaching for the crotch of my panties, he thumbed it aside and exposed my hairy vagina. "Are you wet yet, Mom?" His index finger probed. "I'm going to fuck you with your panties on. So I can take them for my prize after our juices mingle in them." His finger had trouble finding ingress. I was dry as a witch. He pouted. "If you hang them over the front door, they're suppose to turn any MILF who walks under them into a slut." His voice lost power as his finger informed him of his incorrect assumption. He froze for a second, flashing his confusion.

He brightened. "Oh, yeah, I'm suppose to do this." He spat into his hand and reached back to my puss. I had tired of punching him, but when his slick fingers penetrated my outer folds, I pounded his bed with my legs and fists, and I screamed. "Please, Son, don't do this!"

"It's okay, Mom. I'll take my time." His spit drenched fingers searched again and finally found my inner orifice. I expected him to thrust with all his might. Instead, he massaged my vaginal opening. With his other hand he toyed with my nipples, alternating between them. "We'll see who's book is right." He smiled down at me, confident in his religion.

This time, it was Nature who betrayed me. My cleaving crevice wept to protect itself. Race's patient fingers felt the change. "That's better, Mom. See, you'll be my slut in no time."

A minute later, he was finger fucking my prick hole as far as fingers reached, while maintaining the same leisurely pace.

"Please, it just happens. I can't control that."

"Just like the books say. Mommies eventually lose all control."

Two minutes later, he scooted down my body and pushed his cock into my wet cunt.

I yelled. I bucked and pummeled him. He only pummeled my sex in return, smiling with closed eyes. "Fucking you is incredible, Mommy."

It occurred to me, at the worst time, that Race hadn't called me "Mommy", in years. It had only re-entered his vocabulary in the last two days. Why was I even thinking that, when my son was raping me and would cum inside me at any moment? I cursed him, and I pleaded. "Get out, wicked boy! Get out of Mommy's special place for babies!"

"That's right, Mommy. I can put a baby in you! That's what you really want, isn't it?" He fucked me harder. "Ooohh, I can't hold it. Much. Longer!"

I panicked! "Race, you mustn't! Don't cum in me! It's abomination!"

That really amped his pounding hips. The big prick drilling my cunt tore deeper inside, until he was pounding on my cervix! I screamed. "It hurts! STOP!"

He slowed, a bit. His glazed eyes blinked. It was my only chance.

"Let me drink your cum. You want Mommy to be your cum-slut, right?" I rattled off like a machine gun. "Shoot your big cock full of juice into mommy's mouth, Honey. How can I ever learn to like, um, LOVE your cum if you aren't consistent?"

"Ohh, Jeez!" His face lit up with indecision. He had less than three seconds. I opened my mouth wide. My eyes pleaded.

It took him one second to pull out and hop forward. His prick hiccuped and hot cum exploded over my face. He managed to poke my mouth for the second blast. Boiling semen flooded my tongue. I closed my lips on his heaving prick and sucked.

"Moan for me, Mommy!" He ordered.

I prevented myself from smiling. I didn't moan. I did suck every last drop from my son's spewing tool. It was the first time I had enough of the boy's spend where I could actually taste it. I contemplated it's disagreeable flavor while Race wiped his spunk from my face and into my receptive lips. His sperm stung my eyes.