Chapter 8

It was just Mom, Nell, me and my bruised ego - at supper that night. I felt twice the idiot of normal me. For hours, I brooded about Nell cheating me. The promised but denied orgasm was a minor thing. My anger battled inward. I had dared to believe she would submit to my proud cock. She had gleefully punctured my bloated sack of hot air.

Nell must have weighed the odds of losing lil bro’s big dick forever. But could I give up on her? She looked radiant from a smug satisfaction that only I could see glowing from her incredible body. My fantasy of making her bend finally and utterly to my desires, had an eternal grip on me.

“Your brother seems deep in thought, as if there’s something different about the meatloaf? Did you add anything special to it, Nell?”

“Just a pinch of humility, Mom.” Nell didn’t even flash her eyes at me. I wondered if the two females were conspiring to cut me down to size. I gave them my best smile in those circumstances. “Processed meat is flavorless compared to raw.”

Mother chided, “Nobody wants innuendo for dessert.” She actually seemed pleased by fresh rivalry between her offspring. Nell and I took the hint. We stayed out of each others’ hair for the rest of the night.

Mom sauntered into my room about an hour before Dad normally arrived. “Got a match, Big Boy?”

“Feeling randy, Mom?”

“If I said I was bored, would you turn me away?”

“Never - except tonight. Sorry. I’m going to get an A on tomorrow’s math quiz.”

“Fine. If you don’t, you owe me.”

“How’s that gonna work, Mom? What if I don’t get hard from you just pretending to be my slave?”

“That’s about as likely as you getting an A in math.” She glided out of my room.

I went to school the next day and got a B-. I taped my graded quiz on the garage door, admitting my defeat and how horny I was.

Mom entered that afternoon, holding up the quiz. “Not bad, Limp Dick.” She went to her room to change. I followed her.

“Get naked, Mom.” I unzipped my pants patiently, waiting.

She sighed, but her lips pursed tight, eyes watching the unveiling of my erection.

I opened my fly fully but presented her only with a bulge firmly behind boxers. I raised my eyebrows. “Game or no game?”

This time her sigh was more of a long huff and sharp puff. “Yes, Master.”

“Yeah- let’s not say that dull trope. Call me My Son - say it like nobody else matters.”

“Who would possibly matter more than you, My Son?”

“I’m okay with sarcasm.” I fought off images of Father observing how I treated his wife.

“I had a tough day, My Son.” She flowed into character. She wanted to play but had low energy.

I walked up and hugged her. “Hey, Mom, I love you. Sit with me.” I pointed at the carpet next to her side of the bed. “You. There.” I sat on the edge of their mattress.

She sat crosslegged and looked up, curious.

“Let’s start over. You tell me why you’re going to be my cock slave mommy this afternoon.”

That brought a smile to her scheming lips. “Your cock is only cock that can satisfy me, My Son. Also I work in a commanding job, and I get tired of being responsible.”

That last bit inspired a different sort of fantasy game, but I would have to play the referee instead of the villain. I put my inspiration into words. “What if the men you’re responsible for are actually aching to seduce you?”

“Seduce me?” She caught on to my offer of a shared fantasy. “Oh, yes. But it’s worse than that, My Son. I think some of the men are hoping to find me alone where they can capture me.”

“They might grab you and tie you to, say, a bulldozer?”

“The cold metal and dirt clods sticking to it scrape at my skin while they take off my clothes.” Mom was unbuttoning her work shirt. Dust drifted down from the lapels.

“They don’t rip them?”

“They want to claim the matter is my word against theirs, if I accuse them afterwards.” She pulled off her shirt. A sturdy, tan bra kept her large breasts safe from those men. She reached behind her back.

I reached into my boxers. “Do you struggle?”

“Unfortunately, no.” She shook her head slowly. “I want to scream, but one of them shoved a dirty glove in my mouth. I don’t struggle because they’re barely holding their shit together. These are tough men who are harsh on each other when they’re excited about activities beneath sex - like sports.” The large bra loosened around her chest. Cleavage like a canyon opened up.

“Sexually charged and pressing their luck, they could easily hurt you.”

“My Son, I need to rise, so I can take off my pants.” She shook her shoulders and her bra slipped down her arms. Her breasts, less firm than Nells but larger, hung just low enough to prove my mother’s maturity.

My dick was a rock in my underwear! I considered releasing it. “Get up on your knees to take them off.” I told her. I let the tip of my dick stand two inches above the waistband of my bulging boxers.

Mom leaned forward, shifting her weight to her knees and uncrossing her legs. This put her face a foot away from my peeping prick. She took a deep breath and paused, hunger in her eyes. Her boobs hung like great udders that shuddered when her hands unbuckled her pants belt and unfastened its clasp.

Equally captivated by stunning, dangling tits, I only heard the zipper slide down. “Leave your panties on. The men can’t risk cumming inside you. They want to humiliate you more than fuck.”

With a bit of leaning side to side, Mom was able to pull her pants to her ankles. “They’re mauling my tits and taking down their trousers.”

“Their dicks are small and have trouble erecting because they’re afraid, but you’re too sexy, and they eventually sport their little stiffies.” I drew the front of my boxers down the head of my straining prick. “What you want is right here, Mother. Show them how puny they are.”

“Yes, My Son.” Her breaths quickened and deepened. She walked on her knees up to my legs. Her hands pulled at my boxers. I lifted myself enough to let them draw down my thighs. She exhaled loudly at the full reveal of my thick dong. “Daamn.”

“Show the men what you do for big dicks.”

“Ahhh!” Mom’s mouth opened like a chasm, and she jammed her head down upon the end of my cock! She dove so far down on me, the back of her throat slapped the fat bulb.

“Ehhh!” It was a crazy feeling, but I didn’t hate it. “You’re a fucking python swallowing my anaconda!” Her throat, tongue and lips engaged to suck and sweep tightly along the mass stuffing Mom’s mouth. “What a cock whore!”

Despite my insults and excitement for what she was doing, she wanted more! She gurgled and choked, forcing her throat to stretch around the head of my prick!

“Gods, Mom, you’re really going for it!” My cock had never experienced sucking pressure along more than two thirds of it. Her neck shuddered violently from the gagging she fought ignore. It felt amazing, but I was seriously worried. “Don’t drown on my dick!”

The fat end of my cock was too much too soon. Out of air and unable to take more, Mom pulled her face off of my throbbing prick with a huge gasp! “I want it, Craig! All of it.”

Her face turned upward, revealing manic eyes. “I swear I’ll cum if I can get the whole thing in me!” She was fingering herself rapidly inside her panties.

“Hey, as much I want to give you mouth to mouth, I don’t want to have to jumpstart your lungs.”

“AAAH!” Mom flew like a dive bomber, brushing off my concern and stabbing her throat again with my fat cock!

“UUNNGGHHH!!” I grunted, surprised that my loins were closer to ejaculating that I expected from the brief but intense, oral attack on my prick!

She mashed her face down the fat prong like the first time, her gullet smacking the bulbous tip. This time she paused, clamping half of my prick with her tongue while licking and taking deep breaths.

“You’re sucking awesome, Mo- you mouth bitch, you sucking slut!” I’d stopped thinking and simply emoted whatever words hit the tip of my tongue.

The tip of my pecker felt her throat try once more to worm around and gobble it deeper. Instead of jamming it, she took her time. That meant she’d have to hold her breath longer.

... is what I thought ... Thrilled in the moment, I was doing my best not to jab into her face. Little tremors started at the base of my prick.

Mom had swallowed nearly three quarters of my cock! Looking down at her purpling face, I should have worried, but the urge to drown my mother with every sperm in my balls was the only thing happening in my mind. I grabbed her head. Somehow I resisted impaling it.

She grasped my hips and fought her fading consciousness, determined to take the entire length of her son’s huge prick. She’d even stopped finger fucking herself, to focus on what she wanted most to accomplish.

Tight throat muscles inched around my cock head. Unexpectedly, the memory of Nell teasing and cheating me, broke through my intense lust! I suddenly worried that that Mom was going to fail me too.

Nell’s laughter and haughty glee stabbed my heart. That sharp contrast of arousal and betrayal drew vibrations from my loins like a heavily plucked bass string!

My hips lurched, shaking my mother’s sucking head like an unwanted lamprey. Muscles around my diddimost (epididymis) contracted like a fist. Sperm backed up since that awful morning, blasted forth!

Before Mom could reach her goal, a flood of her son’s thick cum burst down her gullet! The incredible surprise shocked her into wrenching her head out of my hands and pulling completely off of my spewing fountainhead. “Aaa!!” She blinked just in time to keep further spurts of rich semen from impregnating her eyes. Cum splashed over her face as she withdrew.

As a final act to protect herself, she grabbed my spitting snake and turned its aim. “Craig!” Her strong but lovely wrists were not spared from my dick’s final surge of cum. Her fingers had gooey webbing between them when the hot stream ended.

“Sorry, Mom! It just happened.”

“It sure did.” Mom looked up again. Her cum framed eyes were blazing.

“I’ll get it up again. How close were you?” I could usually spank out more than two orgasms every day.

Her head shook no and she looked away. “I was the one who lost control.” She grabbed her dusty work shirt and wiped her face and hands. I sensed that she rather be anywhere else. Rising to her feet, Mom pulled one leg out of her bunched pants and walked out of the room, her other ankle dragging the pants into my parents’ private bath.

I hauled up my trousers, wanting to slink away. I went to the closed, bathroom door. “Mom? We were just playing, right?”

“Oh, Honey, I liked doing that too much. It wasn’t suppose to be like this.” She had just wanted to fool around. “If this was only about your big dick, I might have-” Mom stopped herself, not embarrassed but not wanting to tease me. I heard her lean against the door.

Something other than her fetish had goaded her into losing self-control - she didn’t want to say. I brightened. “You know I love you, Mom. I can tell you a million times, but what should I say to help you deal?”

“Find a girlfriend who likes cocks more than I do.”

The next words out of my mouth risked Mom leaping through the door and pounding my face like proper construction worker. “I wish I had a girlfriend, Mom. Nell keeps fucking with me, but without the-”

“Don’t say it.” The sigh that followed ignored the door’s barrier. “I’m jealous, Craig. Did you realize?”

I stood down. “Um, maybe I took advantage of that?” I had used her and Nell’s competitive natures to advance my agenda.

“There is no maybe about it.” Her voice was stern. “But I don’t fault you for wanting to fulfill your fantasies, not much. You have more power in our family than you realize. If you were abusing it, to tame your sister, I’d kick you out of hearth and home. Nelda is just being Nelda. That’s how I know you’re treating her well enough.”

“Mom, the next time she teases me, I may not take it lightly.”

“GAH! Fuck your sister if you need to, Craig - unless she says, ‘No!’”

“Unless she says, ‘No.’” I confirmed. “But she also has to say, ‘Yes.’”

“Nell will tease you again. That’s your clue.” Mother exited the bathroom.

Clue for what? Mom’s rivalry with Nell prevented her from explaining. It felt like we were done talking. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to your feelings.”

“You’re a guy, Craig. We’ll figure out what you and I should be doing, in time.”

I looked down at my dick, then at my panty clad mother. “Get on the bed, Bitch.” I actually said it pleasantly but I wasn’t smiling. “No pretending.” Either she was my slave or she wasn’t. “Panties. Off.”

Mom regarded me like I was a bull carcass hanging in an abattoir. She looked at my dick. One of her eyebrows raised when my cum and spit stained, half-mast rose with potential. She pulled down her panties and stood up, stepping out of them. She wiped our combined juices from her face with it and dropped it to the floor.

She knew exactly what to do bring my dick back to life. “This bitch is yours, My Son.” She sank her back onto her marriage bed and spread her legs. “I’m your responsibility.” She didn’t mean it lightly. If I fucked this moment up and/or beyond - treated her, her obligations to her husband, and our family badly, she’d probably hug me with a sixteen ton caterpillar tread.

My intention had been to climb on and fuck her without emotion except for the pleasure I would take from my mother’s cunt. Reality flogged my ignorant dom noggin with a mistress cat-o-nine. This was my mom. I as was horny as a MVAPP (minimum viable age porn protagonist) ought to be, but I suddenly worried about her, me, and what the universe would think.

She saw my inner turmoil on my face and likely guessed the cause. Instead of snapping us out of the fantasy I demanded, she farted - with her pussy.

More snot than I care to describe shot out of my nose, try as I did to convert the snort into a chuckle! One corner of her mouth sneaked upwards. I leaped! “Gods I love you, Mom!” My body landed next to hers, and in a flash I was on top of her, my dick pressing into her wet pussy.

“Thank you, My Son.” She reached down and adjusted the angle of my cock. When I hunched my trembling hips and ass, My dick worked its girth deeply. The folds of her cunt opened before the pressure wave of a cock head big enough to make them tremble. Mother’s groan was a deep rumble of expected satisfaction. If felt as if the queen sized bed beneath us opened up and half swallowed our linked bodies.

“This way, you’re gonna take all of my prick, bitch.” I steamed at her grimace from a very private thrill. I doubt she heard me while I kept pushing inches of fat pecker inside the steam room of my mother’s eager cunt.

She sustained her groan like an opera valkyrie. “Gods, My Son, I want to call you Daddy!” The last word left her pouting lips when I bottomed out, straining the cervix that needed incestuous cum. Daddy? The word hit me. A big hot question pressed into my thoughts like I had crammed my dick into my mother.

“Tell me about your Daddy’s cock, Slut!” My cock slorched out until only the plum head of my prick remained to remind what had filled every fold of her birth canal, her juice coating it like slime on sword. It was an open question. Fantasy or hot reality, I wondered how she would answer, and I plowed my cock right back into her.

“His is bigger than yours, My Son, but you’re inside me now, and that’s better than a college memory.” Mom thrust her hips up! Our crotches spanked. My dick head whacked her cervix. She growled not unhappily. “That hurt!” Dropping her ass back to the bed, unsheathing half of my prick!

The grateful note in her voice goaded me to slam back into her and fuck like I was going to beat her cervix into submission!

“Ow.” She said simply. Her blasé utterance goaded me into ramming myself in and out of her dripping fuck hole! It elicited a machine gun of similar but emphatic cries - as if she had acquired verbal spurs, but if I slowed down to contemplate who was riding whom, I wouldn’t have had half a mind to focus on the very real pleasure I was taking from my mother’s cunt.

Suddenly her ankles boxed my ears. She had opened herself like a Venus fly trap, legs flying up trying to clamp as much of me to her body as she could! She closed her eyes and concentrated on what she wanted.