Chapter 11

I smirk as her arms continue to cover her nipples. “Who are you, mom?”

Her head falls in defeat and her voice trembles. “I’m your incestuous whore of a mother.”

The smirk grows to a grin. “That’s right. You are my incestuous whore of a mother, which makes you a fucking whore. See how that works, mom?”

Her head’s forced up and the tears are flowing a little stronger. “Yes.”

I stare into her tear-filled eyes and know it’s time to let her know the rules. “Since you don’t have a fucking clue how blackmail works, I’m going to make things simple. If you put a stop to this, I call Walt. When I tell you to do something, like take off all your clothes and sit on the couch, I expect you to take off all of your fucking clothes and sit on the fucking couch. Half-assing it’s the same as not doing it at all.

“I won’t ever lie to you, mom. You know what I was planning to do?” She shakes her head as the tears start to dry up. “Fuck your tits and have you suck the cum off my dick when I finished. That’s it, but you had to go and fuck it up, didn’t you, mom?”

Her arms start to drop, but I keep my eyes on hers. “Yes.”

My grin fades and my voice’s calm. “That’s right, you fucked it up and what happens is on you. From here on out, when we’re in the house, I don’t ever want you to wear a fucking thing. You’re going to be as naked as I am. When you sit, I want you to spread your legs so I can see your fucking pussy. If I don’t want you to cover your pussy, what do you think I want you to do with your nipples, mom?”

She got a little red in the face. “Show them.”

I smile as I ask, “Show what to who, mom? And I’m not just talking about your nipples.”

The red starts to touch purple and she doesn’t want to say the words, but doesn’t have a choice. “Show my nipples and pussy to my son.”

My smile turns to a large grin. “That’s right, mom. No reason to fuck things up again. Now, I was planning on fucking your tits, but you had to go and fuck things up. Get your ass to my bedroom and finish getting naked. I want you bent over my bed with your legs apart.” Her jaw drops as the shades of purple increase. “That’s right. It isn’t your tits I’m going to fuck.”

I can see the fear building within her eyes before it reaches her face, which has turned a little whiter than her normal paleness. The scent of flowers from her hair serves as a pleasant reminder that this is really happening. This is my mother and I’m about to do something where there won’t be any turning back. If I were to stop, she’d forgive me in time, but I don’t want to stop and don’t care about forgiveness.