Chapter 13: Rule and Regulations

Janice followed her son into the livingroom, the taste of his cum still fresh on her tongue. She wasn't sure what her son meant when he had said "teach" her, but she would do her best to please him. John was all she had left now, and losing him would just kill her.

"It won't be so bad," she thought. "After all, if I was willing to do anything for that bastard online, I should be willing to do anything for my own beloved son."

Janice had no way of knowing that it had been John manipulating her from the start. That he was the reason the once happy, well balanced mother was now a mental wreck. Even if she was to find out, she wouldn't have cared... not really, not now.

"Sit down mom. I want to go over a few things with you."

Janice went over to the couch and sat. She tried to hold onto the bottom of her robe, so as not to flash her pussy on the way down. When she looked up at her son he was scowling at her. She wasn't sure why at first, then it dawned on her. Slowly Janice began to spread her legs, reveling her bald pussy to her son. The wider she spread her legs, the bigger the smile on her son's face got. Finally she was splayed open as far as she could go, and the lips of her pussy had parted slightly from the strain, revealing the deep pink recesses inside.

"That's better mom." John said as he stared between his mothers legs.

Janice felt mortified by her lewd display. He had not asked her to do this, just given her a look. The look was one of displeasure though, and to Janice that was all she needed to know.

"Now then, things are going to change around here mom. From now on you do what ever I say. There will also be rules that you must follow at all times."

Janice just sat there with her legs spread, showing off her pussy and listening intently to everything her son had to say.

"Since you don't seem capable of making decisions for your self, I will be taking control for you."

"Taking control... " These words echoed in Janice's mind. For some reason the idea of no longer being expected to make her own decisions made Janice feel secure. She would no longer be responsible for her own actions, and that meant that she would no longer have to feel the terrible guilt that had plagued her most of her life.

"I'm finally going to be happy. No more doubting my self, or feeling ashamed for not living up to what I should be... " Janice smiled with love at her son as he continue to spell out how it would be from now on. She could put up with showing a little skin if it made him happy... And she could learn to like the taste of his cum on her food. That might take a while though. He wasn't asking so much from her... not really

"... shouldn't be that hard for you. I know you'll love getting a nice solid fuck every night before bedtime."

Janice was snapped out of her daydreams of happiness. "Did he just say what I thought he said? He can't mean to have sex with me... his own MOTHER!" Janice held up her hand slowly, as if she were back in school and needed to ask a question.

"Ummm... John?"

John stopped and turned back toward his mom. He had been pacing back and forth as he laid down the new house rules for his new toy. "What... " he said flatly.

"I'm sorry to interrupt... but it sounded like you said you wanted to make love to me... " Janice laughed nervously at the absurdity of what she though she had heard.

A big smile broke out on John's face. "Of course I didn't say that mom... ' John said chuckling.

Janice smiled back in relief.

"I said I was going to FUCK you every night. Not make love to you... You have to earn that..."

Janice's mouth fell open as she heard this. She immediately pulled her legs together and drew her arms in tightly to her chest. "JOHN! She breathed out in shock. "That's too much! That's going to far!"

John was ready for this. He didn't expect her to just role over and let him fuck her right off. Actually he was hopping she wouldn't. He wanted her to come to him and ASK to be fucked.

"Oh I see mom. It's ok if you spread your legs for someone else though," he said accusingly. "That you went around taking pictures and buying dildos so you could fuck yourself silly for some guy online who's name you didn't even KNOW!!" John began yelling at his mom now.

"John it wasn't like that... I." Janice fell silent. I was like that, and she knew it. Everything her son was saying was true. She couldn't deny it.

"You don't seem to have any problem letting complete strangers enjoy your body... but it's not ok for your son!!! Is that it?! FINE!!! If you don't want anything to do with me... then I don't want anything to do with you!"

Janice watched as her son walked to the front door and marched out. It had all happened so fast she didn't have time to say anything. It took a moment for what had just happened to sink in...

"He's... he's... gone." Janice's lower lip began to tremble. Tears welled up in her big blue eyes and began to rain down onto her cheeks. She had blown it. She was truly alone now... alone and lost. She had told herself she would do what every it took, and then she goes and ruins it all.

"Why did he have to ask that from me... why... why... " Janice felt it terrible. Not because of what her son had asked, but because of what she had said. After all it wasn't her son she should be blaming, she's the one who ruined things... she always ruined things. Everything was fine till she had to go and mess it up... She just cried...

John got on his bike and headed down for the local movie theater a few blocks away. He had planed on his mother's refusal and shock at the suggestion he fuck her. In fact he was glad she had. It made every thing so much easier in the long run.

John had already made plans earlier that day to meet some friends at the movies and see the "Mortal Combat" flick. Hell, if his mom had gone along with him about fucking her, he would have had to cancel the movie. Not that he would have minded. Either way he would be enjoying his afternoon. John began to whistle as he peddled away. Things were going smoothly.

Janice didn't even get off the couch for an hour. The tears had stopped, but only because they had run dry. Zombie like, she went upstairs and sat in her son's room. Just sat... and stared at the wall. Being close to his things made her feel slightly better.

It was almost 4 in the afternoon when Janice was suddenly jarred awake by the sound of someone coming in the front door.

"Could it be... Please God let it be... let it BE!!!!"

She ran to the top of the stairs and looked down to see her son walking in.

"JOHN!!!!!"

John looked up in surprise. His mom had literally screamed his name and came running down toward him. "Oh Shit she's snapped!" he thought and prepared himself for the worst. She ran into him full force and crushed him to her with all her strength.

"John, Oh John, John... " was all Janice could say as she hugged her son for dear life. He had come back to her.

John was taken back by the way his mom had reacted to him being gone for just a few hours. He had no idea she was THAT messed up. He would need to remember next time that he didn't need to push her as much as he'd originally thought.

"John I'm so glad you came back [kiss] I knew you wouldn't abandon me [kiss]... I just knew it deep down [kiss] You care for me to much to let me suffer alone [kiss]"

Janice was kissing her son on the face as she babbled on. She couldn't explain why, but for some reason she'd shifted all her emotions and feelings around him. If he was happy... she was... if he wasn't... she was miserable.