Chapter 15: Franklin Powers Mother Fucker!

Franklin Powers Mother Fucker!

6:30 Am Principal’s office...

Mrs. Simmons had a truly ingenious idea for me to be able to get more of my pleasuring of her done during the day. She would pick me up to go to school, early very early. I got picked up about 6:10 A.M. We would have the office to ourselves for about a good half an hour, long enough to get my first round of cunnilingus out of the way. Today I must have outdone myself because she absolutely exploded a gusher on my face. My principal was starting to get more aggressive when I went down on her.

I went through my day normal, and ended with sex in the car in the driveway of my own house which was nice. I left Mrs. Simmons with a load of cum in her pussy to go home to her husband with. Damn I really liked fucking her. When I walked into the house, I finally had a chance to speak to my mother. Steve was going on a date night with my girlfriend, and my mother was actually home for a change. I kind of stopped in my tracks she was home lounging on the recliner like some hooker, in her lingerie, and high heels, smoking one of Hector’s special joints, I knew what it was the minute I smelled it. I decided to go forward anyways.

“Hello Mom ... we need to talk.” I said outright, not even bothering a greeting.

“About what ... son” she said pausing, as it appeared she had to stop herself from saying something abusive or demeaning, she had spent the last month topping the ever-living shit out of me at the behest of my bully.

“Look ... I know. Well, I am sorry ... I could not protect you mom” I said slumping down next to her as I instinctively put my hand on her thigh like she was a lover and not my mother. My mother took my hand and rubbed her thigh and kept talking like it was a perfectly normal action to take.

“Frankie I ... I ... do not know what to do.” My mother said stoically defeated. I could hear the exhaustion in her voice. “When your father left, I thought I could handle this ... Now ... I am whore, sex slave, fuck toy to one of my own students, your own bully for fuck’s sake.” She started to tear up and I was feeling really guilty that I tried to act mad at her, for dominating me.

“Why have you been so mean to me mom?” I asked hurt. I knew the answer, but somehow, I needed to hear it from her.

“I have to do what they say, just like you do. If I don’t, I will go to prison for most of my life, I will lose everything, worse you will lose everything. Once they had you, Steve told me if I fail in any task moving forward, he would end both of our lives. If he tells me to clean his car with my tongue, I would be out there doing that right now. He owns me baby, he owns both of us.” she said accepting defeat.

“It is more than that mom; you were so wet when you topped me.” I pointed out.

“Teehee ... I fucking think you are hot, son. I love the way you feel when you fuck me, and I really love it when you lick me, it makes me feel...” My mother said with a beaming smile on her face, as if the sensation was so intense it was impossible for her to articulate into words.

My mother’s words hung in the air between us, heavy with desire and longing. I could see the need in her eyes, the way they darkened with each passing moment. She leaned in closer to me, her lips inches away from mine.

“I want you, Frankie,” she whispered against my lips. “I want you to fuck me so badly.”

Her words sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn’t deny the heat that was already pooling in my lower stomach. My mother’s hand moved from my thigh to my face, cupping my cheek as she slowly traced her thumb across my bottom lip.

“I know it’s wrong,” she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. “But ever since your dick was inside me, I can’t stop thinking about how badly I want you inside of me.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My own mother confessing her forbidden desires for me. But at the same time, it wasn’t entirely surprising. Ever since we had started this twisted relationship, there had always been an underlying tension between us.

Her hand slipped down from my face to trace along my jawline and down to my neck. She leaned in even closer, her lips brushing against mine in a teasing manner.

“Kiss me, Frank,” she breathed out.

Without hesitation, I closed the distance between our lips and pressed them together in a heated kiss. Our tongues tangled together as we both moaned into each other’s mouth. My hands found their way to her waist and pulled her onto my lap so that I was straddling her thighs.

My mother let out a low growl as she deepened the kiss even further. Her hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of skin they could touch.

“I need you,” she murmured against my lips as she trailed kisses down to my neck.

I groaned at the feeling of her soft lips on such a sensitive area. I could feel myself hardening under her, and I knew she was not going to stop.

I was breathless as we stumbled into my bedroom, our hands and lips still frantically exploring each other’s bodies. My mother pushed me down onto the bed, her eyes dark with desire as she straddled me.

“Strip!” she commanded in a husky voice.

I didn’t hesitate to do as she said, desperate to please her. I stood up from the bed and slowly removed my clothes, watching as her gaze raked over my body hungrily. When I was fully naked, I crawled back onto the bed towards her.

She reached out and ran her fingers along my chest and down to my erection, causing me to let out a low moan. She leaned in close to whisper in my ear.

“You are so beautiful,” she murmured before biting down on my earlobe.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed her like I needed air to breathe. I flipped us over so that she was now lying on her back, looking up at me with those same lustful eyes.

“It’s your turn now,” I growled before attacking her neck with kisses and bites.

My mother let out a moan of pleasure as I moved down her body, stopping briefly at each of her sensitive spots. When I finally reached the apex of her thighs, I could smell how aroused she was for me.

“You’re mine,” I stated possessively before delving my tongue into her wetness.

She cried out in pleasure as I licked and sucked at her core, reveling in the way she squirmed beneath me. But it wasn’t enough for either of us. We both needed more.

“Fuck me,” she demanded breathlessly.

And who was I to deny such a request? Without hesitation, I positioned myself between her legs and thrust into her without any preamble. The feeling of being inside my own mother was indescribable - both wrong and oh so right.

We both moaned in unison as I started moving inside of her. “Oh fuck!! That’s it son! Fuck mommy!”

My mother’s legs were wrapped tightly around my waist as I thrust into her, our bodies moving in a desperate rhythm. Her moans grew louder and more frequent, egging me on to fuck her harder.

I grasped onto her ankles, lifting them up and pushing them back towards her head. This caused my angle of penetration to change, hitting a spot deep inside of her that made her gasp and cry out.

“Harder!” She screamed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

I didn’t hold back, pounding into her with everything I had. The sounds of our skin slapping against each other filled the room, along with our cries of pleasure.

Every muscle in my body was tense with the need to release, but I wanted to make sure my mother reached her peak first. I kept my hand firmly around her ankles as I continued to thrust into her mercilessly.

Her body started to tremble beneath me and I knew she was close. I could feel myself getting closer as well - the pressure building in my groin almost unbearable.

With one final thrust, we both reached our climax together. My mother let out a loud cry as she came undone beneath me, followed by myself shortly after.

We collapsed on top of each other in a sweaty heap, trying to catch our breaths. It took a few moments for reality to set back in and for us both to realize what we had just done.

“I-I can’t believe we just-” My mother started before trailing off.

“I know,” I replied breathlessly.

We both fell silent for a few minutes before she sat up abruptly and got off the bed.

“We can never speak of this again,” she stated firmly as she gathered up her clothes and quickly redressed herself.

“Mom-” I started but she cut me off with a stern look.

“This can never happen again,” she repeated before trying to leave the room without another word.

“Get your ass back here NOW!” I barked angrily at her. She stopped like a switch turned on. She then lowered her head submissively and came back to me. Seeing her naked body made me so horny. I picked her up in my arms and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I pressed her into the wall and then started to pound her mercilessly.

I pinned my mother against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as I thrust into her. Her moans and cries filled the room as I dominated her with my cock.

“You like this, don’t you?” I growled, my hands gripping her hips tightly.

“Oh god, yes,” she whimpered, her nails digging into my back.

“Fucking your own son like a dirty slut,” I taunted, slamming into her harder and faster with each word.

“I-I can’t help it,” she gasped, her body trembling with pleasure.

“You’re a fucking whore for me,” I sneered, pulling out of her briefly before slamming back inside of her.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as I continued to ravage her, my words degrading and demeaning. She loved it - the filthier the better.

“Who do you belong to?” I demanded harshly, thrusting even deeper into her tightness.

“You!” she cried out in response. “I belong to you!”

“That’s right,” I grunted, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. “All mine.”

With one final thrust, we both reached our climax once again - our bodies shaking with pleasure as we clung to each other desperately.

We collapsed onto the ground in a heap of sweaty limbs and heavy breathing. My mother looked up at me with a mix of satisfaction and guilt in her eyes.

“This can never happen again,” she repeated quietly, almost pleadingly.

I paused for a moment before responding. “You know you want it too much to say that.”

She sighed heavily and nodded. “Yes ... I do want it.”

“And so do I,” I admitted, feeling a rush of desire spark between us once again.

We both knew that this was wrong on so many levels - but neither of us could resist the temptation. We were addicted to each other’s bodies and nothing could change that.

“Let’s just enjoy this while we can,” I said, pulling her hair back. I love Hector’s joints. Viagra does not have shit on what he puts in there. My mother was about to get the receiving end of his efforts.

“Damn, right I get to fuck you whenever I want now bitch!” I do not know what got into me I was feeling some vigor return. Taking my mother, not being around Steve, this ordeal had changed me. I loved being the aggressor now.

I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the bed, positioning her on all fours. My cock was throbbing with need as I watched my mother’s ass in front of me, begging to be taken.

“Fuck me, son,” she moaned, reaching back to spread her cheeks apart.

I didn’t need any more encouragement as I plunged into her from behind, causing her to cry out in pleasure. I gripped onto her hips tightly as I thrust in and out of her with a savage intensity.

“You love my cock, don’t you?” I growled, my breath hot on her neck as I pounded into her.

“Oh god yes,” she gasped, every thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of us.

“Say it,” I demanded, slapping her ass lightly.

“I love your cock, Daddy!” she screamed, the word rolling off her tongue easily now.

“That’s right,” I grunted, feeling my balls tighten with arousal. “Say it again.”

“I love your cock!” she cried out again, digging her nails into the sheets below us.

I could feel myself approaching the edge and knew she was close too. With one last hard thrust, we both climaxed together - our bodies shaking with ecstasy and release. We collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap, panting heavily.

“You’re such a dirty whore for me,” I said breathlessly as we caught our breaths.

“Yes ... yes I am,” she replied shamelessly. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Prove it then,” I challenged. “Make yourself cum for me right now.”

Without hesitation, my mother slid a hand between her legs and began to rub herself furiously. The sight of it made me harder than ever before and soon enough we were both lost in another round of intense orgasmic pleasure.

One hour later...

We recovered somewhat smoked another one of Hector’s joints and then before long I made my mother wear a pair of silver fuck me heels as we both went to the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. I lasted about ten seconds of seeing my naked mother in those silver heels, before I had her grabbing the kitchen window sill as I began to fuck her from behind.

As I thrust into my mother from behind, her body trembling with pleasure, I couldn’t help but revel in the primal nature of our encounter. It was so raw and intense, the kind of sex that left us both drained and satisfied.

“God, you’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, my hands gripping onto her hips tightly as I pounded into her.

“Yes, I am,” she moaned, her voice dripping with desire. “I’m your dirty little whore.”

“That’s right,” I grunted, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. “You love being used by me.”

“I do,” she cried out, her words becoming more desperate as our passion intensified. “I love how you take me like this ... like an animal.”

“You are an animal,” I said harshly, slapping her ass lightly. “A filthy animal who loves nothing more than being fucked by your own son.”

“Yes!” she screamed out in agreement. “I’m a filthy fucking animal! And you’re my master!”

“Say it again!” I demanded, feeling my own need building until it was at a fever pitch.

“I’m a filthy fucking animal and you’re my master!” she repeated louder this time, her words sending shivers down my spine.

With one final thrust, we both exploded in ecstasy - my mother’s body spasming and squirting as I emptied myself inside of her. We collapsed onto the kitchen floor in a sweaty heap, panting heavily.

“That was ... amazing,” my mother gasped, struggling to catch her breath.

“You’re amazing,” I replied honestly as I pulled out of her and helped her to stand up.

Just then, we heard the sound of keys jingling at the front door. Panic set in as we realized that Steve and Pamela were back from their date - they were about to walk in on us after having seen everything from outside earlier.

Without another thought, I grabbed my clothes from the floor and quickly got dressed while my mother froze.

“Don’t bother you naughty slut!” Pamela announced with a look of feigned disappointment.

“Did I tell you two, you could fuck each other?” Steve asked annoyed.

“No, Daddy” My mother answered shivering with her head down.

“But baby, we did not tell them to not fuck” Pamela added in thought.

“True ... you are lucky, because if I did your lives would both be permanently fucked. So, let’s make this clear, boy. You do not get to touch any pussy unless I say so. Unless I give you permission.” Steve said before adding... “Understand?”

“Yes Daddy” I said softly. My vigor was instantly gone.

“Now go clean up your girlfriend. Me and your mom need some alone time.” He ordered glaring at my mother.

Pamela was already sitting on the sofa with her legs bouncing waiting for me to do my duties. I slowly crawled towards my girlfriend in the living room. By the time I was grabbing my girlfriend shoe, my mother’s moans from Steve’s dick were echoing throughout the house.

When I reached Pamela, she was already spread out on the sofa, her legs wide open and her pussy glistening with Steve’s cum. She looked at me expectantly, a smirk on her face.

“Clean me up, bitch,” she ordered, gesturing to her pussy.

Without hesitation, I got on my knees in front of her and began licking up every drop of Steve’s cum from her pussy. My mother’s moans from the other room only added to the humiliation I felt - knowing that she was being pleasured by my stepfather while I served his girlfriend.

“Tell me how good my pussy is,” Pamela commanded, running her fingers through my hair.

“It’s ... it’s the best pussy I’ve ever tasted,” I stammered out, feeling ashamed but unable to deny the truth.

“That’s right,” she purred. “My pussy is the only one that matters. Your mother doesn’t even compare.”

“I-I love being your bitch,” I said as I was made to tell her constantly, my words feeling like daggers in my chest.

“That’s right,” Pamela said triumphantly. “You’re just my cucky lil slutboy.”

I continued to lick and suck at her folds as she degraded and humiliated me. It was both arousing and emasculating at the same time - but there was no denying that it turned me on like nothing else.

Finally satisfied with my cleaning skills, Pamela pushed me away and stood up from the sofa.

“Now go clean yourself up and watch your clips for the night. We will start again in the morning.” she said dismissively before heading off to find Steve again.

I got out of the shower and went to my room. My mom had just came so hard she was screaming, Daddy at the top of her lungs. I grabbed my trophy and played the next clip. I somehow knew it would be my mother being pimped out, but I was wrong.

Next Clip

The label said “It is good to be the King”

The screen came into view and my mother was at a hotel. Mr. Anderson was there. The Principal of Deacon High School, he had some of those guards with him, the ones I saw at the Christmas party video. My mother was dressed like she was going on a glamour date, she strode with the men in an expensive looking cocktail dress, heels and her hair made up to the nines. The scene went black at the group all went to an elevator.

When the screen came to life again it showed the same group inside an insanely large hotel suite, it was the kind rich people had in movies. My mother was the only woman there. Mr. Anderson had a glass of whiskey in his hand and was swirling it as he looked at my mother across from him, who was standing like a subordinate.

“Stephanie, when I tell you to be somewhere at a certain time, you will be there.” He calmly informed her. When he gave orders, he was calm, and for some reason that scared me infinitely worse than anything that the other gangsters did.