Chapter 2

She found herself in bed the next morning. Sometime in the night she had crawled beneath the covers and had buried herself under them. The unreal memory of the night before wanted for dismissal like a wicked dream, but she was too awake and fully dreading future days with her son. She dressed and walked cautiously out of her room. It was Monday and he had already left for school. She gave a deep sigh of relief.

Dorothy spent most of the day scrubbing the bathroom trying to get the memory of her terrible ordeal out of her mind. By mid-afternoon it was spotless and her mind was as tormented as ever. She turned to the kitchen and cleaned up the previous night's mess. She slipped so easily back into the cycle that had dominated her adult life. She was just considering what to make Chuck for supper when he arrived.

"Hi Mom." His voice was thick with cheer. He walked straight to the refrigerator and grabbed a soda. He smiled strangely at her and exited to the living room. She heard the TV come to life. Her heart pounded in her chest. She didn't know what to think.

All day long, in the back of her mind, she had been waiting for the boy to heap her with insults and spite. But he was now acting as if nothing had happened. She felt herself raise one small notch in hope, and she stooped slightly less. She looked through the cupboard shelves and poked around in the refrigerator. She was only stalling. Finally she peeked into the living room and asked, "Chuck, dear, what would you like for supper?"

"Oh, anything would be fine. You decide, mom." He added a unnerving emphasis on the last word. Dorothy shuddered. "How about soup?" She offered.

Chuck paused just long enough before turning to his mother. "Didn't I say you should decide?" He asked evenly, staring unblinking at her. He had been waiting all day to play his next game with his new found toy.

She only nodded and quickly shied from his beam of authority. She went and made soup. Dorothy tried to keep her tears from falling in the saucepan.

When she called him to dinner she couldn't look at his face. He walked very quietly to the dining table and sat down without a word. The bowl of soup sat steaming before him. Dorothy sipped at hers praying that it wasn't too hot or too cold. She heard soft sounds from Chuck as he began to dip his spoon into the hearty broth. She waited, and waited for his condemnation, but her son said nothing. She dared to peek out at the boy, but he was calmly eating the soup, dunking a cracker into it. He caught her nervous eyes and smiled.

"This is good. How was your day mother?" Chuck rarely called her that, and again he put an extra emphasis on the word.

Suddenly she was terribly self-conscious, and looked blankly at him, speechless.

He chuckled. "That good, huh?"

Dorothy swallowed. Her mouth was terribly dry. She wanted to sip another spoonful of soup, but she sat frozen waiting for the horrible silence to end. Finally she croaked something. "H-how was your day?"

"It sucked." He said evenly, daring his mother to challenge his choice of words.

"I-I'm ss-sorry, dear." Then she could turn back to her bowl and try to forget the new silence that howled at her.

Chuck resumed his eating. He was laughing inside. This was going to be easier than even his most optimistic hopes. All day in school he had thought of only one thing. How far could he push his mother into doing whatever he wanted? He had plotted and planned from the moment he woke up until he returned that afternoon. It was clear now that she was his completely. Secretly he hoped that she didn't know just how complete, or much of the fun of his new game would have been lost. He finished eating.

"Mom?" He asked simply.

"W-what dear?" Dorothy flinched at the unexpected word.

"How could you?" His voice strained lightly.

Her eyes opened wide. "Me? W-what? I th-thought you liked the soup."

"This isn't about your soup. I mean last night." His voiced gained a hard edge.

"W-what about last night?" Her face paled as she saw herself jacking her son's hard cock in the warm bath water.

"You, you made me, you know." He looked almost sheepish trying not to say the word.

"No, please. Just forget about it. It was just a horrible mistake. You didn't know." She spoke feverishly saying anything to avoid talking about it.

"But I can't forget. You made me cum." Chuck's wolves' heart began to show through his meek veneer.

"Chuck, you have to forgive me. I was just doing what you told me."

"But you should have known better. You're my mother. That's a terrible thing. How could you?" He returned to his original question.

"Oh god, no. I can't do anything right." She began to sob openly, wiping her cheeks with her napkin.

"Now what am I going to do? You ruined me. I'm perverted now, and it's your fault."

"Stop dear. Please, just forget about it. I love you. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. It was just a little thing."

"Just a little thing? What would people think if I told them about this little thing?"

"Honey, you mustn't. They'll put me away in jail. You'll go to some other family."

"Maybe that's for the best, I have to live with last night. Do you know why I can't forget?"

"No, dear." Dorothy said not thinking.

"Because I liked it." Chuck's eyes sparkled with lust. "I want to do it again."

Dorothy froze completely.

Chuck got out of his chair. He circled the table until he was beside his mother. "Now all I can think of is cumming. I'll never be normal again." He put his hand on her shoulder. She flinched and hunched farther over the table trying to escape his touch. "I'm afraid if I don't cum again I'll have to do something drastic. Maybe I'll have to grab Susie and force her to make me cum. Maybe I'll grow up and be a rapist. What have you done mother? My whole life is ruined!" Then he gripped her arm as hard as he could, making her cry out in pain. "Now what are you going to do about it?" Then he released her.

"Oh honey. Please, I didn't mean to do anything. You told me to wash you." She had turned in her chair and looked up at his newly eager face.

"Yeah, wash me not jack me off."

"But you said you'd stop me."

"We'll it's too late for that, how would I know what would happen?" Chuck had been masturbating for a couple years. He knew perfectly well why he wanted his mother to jack him off.

"Oh God, honey. I'm so sorry. It can't be that bad. Y-you'll forget about it."

"Oh yeah, well what about in the meantime?"

"Huh?"

"I mean right now. Look at me!" He pointed to his crotch. His cock waited behind his pants like an iron piston.

"Oh, my God!" Dorothy looked down and cried at her sudden proximity to her son's hard-on. He had pushed himself next to her shoulder. If his fly had been opened his cock might have reached out and touched her chin.

"Chuck, don't."

"Don't what."

"Don't show me that."

"But it's your fault. What am I going to do? What are you going to do?"

Dorothy was once again silenced by the implied request. She could only look up at him afraid of what would happen.

In response to her silence Chuck reached for his zipper and tugged it down. The bursting cock pushed his underwear out of his pants. He reached between the folds of his shorts and pulled his meat in front of his mother's face. It snapped out and brushed her chin.

"Now I'm only going to ask once more. What are you going to do about it?" Chuck threatened.

He waited a few brief seconds as his mother visible crumbled beneath his carefully planned dominance. She weakly turned in her chair and raised her arm. What could she do? If the boy was already changed by her horrible act, then there was nothing to do but keep him safe in his own home. She grasp his hot, sweaty wand and gently stroked it.

He had won. He stared and smiled openly as her frame shuddered with sobs. As his body succumbed to her light grip he was already planning his next move.

Dorothy's face was red and she peered through a swirling sheen of tears up at her boy. She couldn't help but look at his pulsing cock, and she could feel how she was affecting him. His self-congratulating smile faded as he began to respond to her ministrations. Somewhere inside her, a tiny spark ignited. It was the first time he had ever shown a weakness in front of her. But only barely recognized the fact. She wiped her cheek with her free hand and tried to look away.

Chuck didn't want her to escape her fate, even in this small way. He turned her head back to him with a sturdy push of his hand. "See, mother what you've done to me?"

"Please don't make me do this." She pleaded one last time.

"Then how will you ever learn?" Chuck echoed himself.

Chuck noticed the embarrassed red in her face. He looked at her face with longing. If only... He began in his mind. "Faster. You have to make me cum." His mother quickened her stroking. He began to turn his body until her face got in the way of her hand. At one opportunity, he thrust his hips forward and pushed the head of his cock against her cheek. She turned her head away, deep in shame, Dorothy remembered how her husband would jam his huge member into her face and choke her. Chuck continued to press forward with his cock and he chased her ducking head as she tried to keep a steady pounding on his bulging dick.

"Mom, stop moving around. How am I going to cum if I can't get into the right position?" He said gruffly.

"But you're getting it in my face."

"SO?" He spit the word. "I don't care if I have to push it in your ear. You're not doing it right. Stop moving!"

His mother paled further as he positioned her head straight in front of his cock. He was nearly ready to cum, but he wanted to get a little extra out of his mother this time, and he tried to make it last. He once again pushed his hips forward. Her own hand smashed her nose an she shook her head, but she was too far under his control to duck. He pushed his cock at her again, this time scoring on her lips. The first contact with those full, rich, soft puffs of skin rushed through him like a lightning bolt. They were all he needed to react. His creamy cum shot out like cannon balls, smashing into his mother's face. She blinked and at once thought to dodge the onrushing milk of his loins, but her fear of him was too great. She knew that this is how he wanted to utterly humiliate her. He had won completely and she couldn't even hide from that fact.