Chapter 5

Charlene might have laughed then. She had every right to find her son’s self abuse the most hilarious thing in her crazy new life. “No, Honey, I’m sure you didn’t.”

Only when the pain came down from its peak, did the teen’s body stop shuddering. He pulled his hands away from what he imagined was a bloody crotch, and he stretched halfway out of his fetal ball. His mother was quick to examine him, gently unfastening and unzipping her son’s pants. He winced a couple times but did not rebuke her.

When revealed in the cheap motel’s overheated air, she saw that her son’s soft peter and balls were inflamed red. He had taken quite the hit. “I’ll get a damp cloth.” She bounded up, clamped tits flouncing sharp punishment but unable to faze her determination. She took a thin hand towel from the rack by the sink and soaked it in cold water.

The pain in Joey’s junk continued to fade. When his mother gently daubed his sore flesh, he sighed, reassured that she was not pretending. He had beaten her far worse, so many times in recent weeks, he again felt like crying. Yet he knew that he would not relinquish his favorite activity in all the world.

“Thank you, Momma.” The tension in Joey’s body slowly bled away, sans actual blood. He even felt a little foolish, reacting to his self-inflicted suffering as if he was a baby.

Charlene cast aside every thought of lecturing the boy. He would either learn from his mistake or not. Harping on it would bring neither satisfaction to her nor enlightenment to him. “It’s inflamed but you didn’t wound it, Joey. I think, by morning, it’ll be more of a painful memory than actually painful.”

Joey fell silent. He watched his mother’s hand press the cold cloth to his sore genitals. She held her tongue, waiting for his next signal. Neither anticipated what eventually spoke between them. Joey’s punished dick began to harden. It rose up from his crotch like the undead, but it was as much alive as ever before.

When the pain in his cock had cooled significantly, the teen again dared himself. “I’m going to fuck you, Momma.”

Not giving her time to ask if he was sure, he maneuvered her onto her back and removed the metal, paper clamps from her tits, wanting uncharacteristically to apologize. She yipped as each released a tortured nipple. Her legs spread wide.

Joey groaned a little, lifting one knee after the other over a knee to step between her legs. He breathed quickly while aiming his painful stiffy at his mother’s furry crotch.

“Oh, Honey. You don’t need to prove yourself. I’m yours, forever and always.”

“Shut up, Bitch.” The teen almost chuckled. He lowered his pelvis until his prick head nestled her sturdy pubes. He wanted to enter his mother without touching his sore member.

Charlene felt her son’s familiar bulb pawing between her vulva’s outer and inner lips. She clamped her mouth shut, wanting to encourage him but knowing better than to embarrasse her son.

When the tip pressed against the hidden entrance of the mother’s cunt, the son paused. “You can’t give to me what I already own, Mother.” He winced then, pushing his hurting prick through her not yet wet orifice. The flared head stretched his mother’s cunt wide, slowly, steadily, sinking gently into her barely moist trench. Friction caused him to grunt and squeak.

She wanted to tell him to start with shallow fucking, to bring her vaginal walls back to life, but she guessed that her son was testing himself. She gripped his shoulders in the crooks of her elbows and hugged him lightly, blowing little kisses. “Yes.” She dared to whisper. Then she moaned softly.

It hurt. Joey fought pangs, preventing them from expressing his pain. He sank his raw girth deeper into his mother’s body and repressed the desire to cry out. His test ended when his entire blade was buried to the hilt of her scabbard.

“Ohhh.” She sighed, lifting her head to plant her lips to her son’s. They were dry but his tongue welcomed hers. They kissed and began to fuck.

“Momma!” He allowed himself to blurt. Their bodies rocked slowly.

“I’m here, Honey.” They continued to kiss. Joey raised and lowered his pelvis as carefully as he could. She was slow to grow wet, having climaxed earlier that night. “I love you.”

“I own you, Momma.” He told her. His prick slide deep, very slowly.

“I shouldn’t love that, Joey, but I am too far gone to resist anymore. I don’t own myself anymore. You’ve taken all of me.” She felt fluids seeping into her stuffed cunt.

“I don’t need you to reassure me.” His prick felt the walls straining against begin to loosen as his mother’s slippery wetness coated it. Yet he maintained a gentle pace. “I need you to obey.”

“Yes, my love. Always. Unnnghhh.” Joey had never fucked her like this before. The mother felt like her groin was melting from her son’s slow dives and half withdraws. Her pussy was reacting in a bewildering way. All of the pain in her nipples, and her sore ass being prodded against the rough bed cover, faded in favor of the sensation of her heating crotch.

He began kissing her without tongue, across her lips and against her cheeks, nose, and chin. The rapid, warm pecks contrasted with his gentle humping. He wasn’t fucking her at all! Charlene was never so astonished.

Her son was making love to her!

Suddenly she wanted to turn Joey over and plunge her cunt up and down his turgid shaft! She wanted to fuck him!

The teen hunched up and curled his neck, gently licking her mashed nipples. They flinched, but she hugged his face to her breasts. “Ooo, Joey.”

Her son returned his face to hers and locked their lips together. His torso sank until his plodding thrusts rubbed his hairless chest against her heaving tits. “Momma.” He hissed softly. Her juices had nearly eradicated the friction between her hot cunt and his sore prick.

“Lover.” she spoke into their lingering kiss.

Neither were aware of the time spent during their passionate love-making. Hands petted and groped gently. Lips wandered to every sensitive bump and crevice reachable without disturbing their patient intercourse. They shivered from unexplored pleasures as their bodies grew hotter and their hearts beat faster. It wasn’t long before heir minds ruptured.

“OOOOHHH, MOMMMY!!!” Joey howled! His hips batted his prick deep, boiling seed flooding her dripping pussy.

“JOEY! SON!” Charlene arched her chest up, pressing her tits flat as she hugged him with all of her strength. Her pussy exploded with pleasure. It bucked against the fat rod pinning her aching ass to the bed. “AAAAAHHHH!!”

Joey’s seminal bulb recharged itself and blasted fresher cum into his mother’s hungry cunt. His body shook from the incredible sensation of her shuddering vagina. It sucked at his sore erection, tugging out additional bolts of joy through his body. “I’m still cumming!” He wailed, having never experienced multiple, sustained orgasms.

It was as if his mother’s cunt had taken his cock hostage and was shaking it like a dog with a bone, forcing him to cum again and again.

Charlene was also trapped in the throes of continuous climaxes. The two lovers thrashed against each other as if stuck in an endless loop of cumming!

Rudy woke abruptly from a dream. Charlene had been jerking on his cock and praising how big and strong he was while Joey tied his wrists behind his back and then roped him to a chair. He had spurted cum then, his wife dodging the thin fluid. Waking he felt the wetness soaking his underwear. His pants were already down around his ankles.

He looked out the window of his and his wife’s bedroom. Dawn’s earliest light appeared on the horizon. He was still alone in the house.

Joey opened his eyes to see his mother’s slowly rising tits. The previously mashed nipples were soft and a little bruised. She and him had fallen asleep after their incredible orgasms. He remained in awe of her. His adamant ideology of sadistic sex had been jolted free by a simple act of slow sex. But that wasn’t the full picture. The way their hearts had aligned, and the risidual pain in his prick and her butt, had contributed, as doubtlessly had other factors unknown in his experience.

He idly wondered how much more there was to learn about sex? Classroom lectures and porn and whispered rumors had all failed the teen. He then thought about the goddess worshippers, adults who had spent time and money and sustained politeness just to indulge in lesser fantasies, in Joey’s judgement. What did they know that he didn’t? Their puffed up forum posts with fake pictures and brazen talk, were they smokescreens for something subtler but more powerful?