Part 6
I woke up late the next morning, and the bed was empty. Tom had told me he had to go into the office for most of that Saturday. I got dressed, putting on my panties, sleeping tee, and shorts and walked towards the kitchen. As I passed Jake’s room, his door was open and he wasn’t home. I called out to him and there was no answer. I smoked a bowl and sat on the couch, my usual Saturday routine. As I tried to get motivated to clean, I thought about what happened the night before. Jake came in and I called him over.
I told him how his actions last night were not ok, and that he really took a big risk that could have gotten us caught. He told me that he was frustrated after having a few drinks and thought getting my panties was the least I could do for him, since I didn’t help him with his sexual frustrations, even though I promised. I admitted that I should have helped him and apologized, but explained again, how taking that kind of risk was not ok.
“But you seemed to have enjoyed it.” He stated plainly. “I wanted to leave but you didn’t. Why are you telling me no now?”
“You’re right,” I admitted. “I liked it. It turned me on, but it was too risky. Just please don’t do that again.” He got frustrated again, saying that he was tired of all the rules and went to his room. I got up and was going to talk to him more, but I decided to make lunch for us instead.
I made lunch and went to call him to the table. I opened his door and saw him looking at his phone, my panties from last night wrapped around his cock. He quickly put his phone down when he saw me and covered himself with the blanket.
“Mom! Knock!” He scolded me.
“Why, and miss that view?” I winked. I moved and on his bed. “Were you watching Mom and Son porn?” I asked as I pulled back the covers and revealed his cock. I grabbed my panties and used it to stroke him.
“I’m really sorry about last night.” I said. “Maybe a blowjob will make it up to you?” He nodded as I leaned over and kissed the head of his cock. I saw his phone lying next to him and got an idea.
“Or, maybe we can act out what you were watching… depending.” I grabbed his phone and he sat up, trying to grab it away from me. I laughed and stood up, running across the room giggling at the game. I unlocked his phone as he got out of bed and I looked at the screen. The image was dark and I wasn’t sure what I was looking at, as he swiped it out of my hands.
“Give me the phone JAKE!” I yelled, serious, as my mind slowly figured out the image. He started to walk away and I grabbed his hand. “GIVE IT TO ME NOW!”
He handed over the phone and I looked at the image as he stood in front of me naked, his arms crossed over his chest. I looked at the image again and sure enough I could make out a woman’s body in the darkness, her small breasts exposed as she laid in bed, the blanket pulled off her, exposing her stomach and white laced panties. Her face wasn’t visible but I knew it was me. I flipped the through the images and saw a pic of the dressing room, from the floor, of him licking my pussy. I saw countless others, the pics I texted him, some of me naked in bed, a few of me masturbating on the couch that one night, and even a video of Tom and I having sex, with me on top. I was horrified.
“You lied to me?!” I screamed. “What the fuck are these?!” I shoved the phone in his face and he grabbed it away and threw it on the bed. I started hitting him on the chest with bottom of my closed fists. “How could you?!” I started to cry.
He grabbed my fists and stopped me from hitting you. His face was red but not from embarrassment.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He said in a harsh tone. “Who gives a shit that I still take pics of you. Maybe be flattered that I find you irresistible and that SOMEONE wants to give you sexual attention. I’m tired of you trying to manipulate me. Do this, do that, don’t do this, don’t do that. I’m sick of it.”
“But this is how we get caught! IF your dad saw these, how would you explain it? Or god forbid one of your friends? Last night was bad but at least there was no evidence of it, or at least I thought until you took fucking pics of me.”
“You tease me all the fucking time. Getting me so worked up and then withholding blowjobs as punishment and shit like that. Telling me that I need to be good or else. You taught me how to make you cum orally and I do that for you all the time and never once have I asked for anything. You give me a blowjob and then hold it over me. How is that fucking fair? So, if I want to take a pic while you’re masturbating in the open or letting me eat you out, then who the fuck cares.”
“I care!” I yelled. “It’s about trust and you broke that trust repeatedly. Fuck this. I’m done.” I screamed and turned to leave but he didn’t let go of my hands.
“You can’t tell me you’re done. Fuck you.” He yelled and threw me on the bed. I landed and bounced a bit, then scrambled to get to my feet. He pulled me up and threw me down on the bed again and climbed on top of me, pinning down my hands over my head.
“You cannot keep holding this over me anymore.” He yelled as he easily overpowered me, bringing my hands together over my head and holding them with one of his hands. He moved his free hand to the bottom of my tee and pulled it up quickly over my head as I tried to get free. He held me there for a moment, the tee shirt over my face, his cock touching my stomach.
“Calm down!” He yelled.
“Or what?!” I screamed through the fabric of my t-shirt. “You going to hit me?”
“To shut you up, maybe.” He threatened.
“Fucking do it, I dare you!” I screamed, pissed.
He let go of my hands and I quickly struggled to get the shirt off my face when suddenly he moved back and lifted me off the bed by my hips. He pulled me up by my shorts, high in the air and I fell back to the bed, naked, with a thud. He climbed between my legs and ripped off the t-shirt from my head and off my arms. I swung my arms around, trying to make contact, when his hand went over my mouth and pushed down. I gagged a little as the air was partially knocked out of me.
“Stop!” He yelled but I continued to struggle, slowly getting tired. “Choose.” He said. “You’re either going to stop fighting me or I’m going to fuck you right now, like this.”
I pulled on his arm, trying to get it off my mouth.
“If you yell, I’m not kidding, you’ll regret it.” He yelled.
I relaxed my body and my hands fell to my side. I had been here before. I knew the outcome. He slowly took his hand away from my mouth and I just gave him an evil stare.
“I’m tired Mom,” He said in a moment of sincerity, the anger gone from his voice. “I have wanted you for so long and it was a dream come true when we started doing things together. I thought I could handle it.” Tears started forming in his eyes.
“I have done everything you asked,” He continued. “But each time, you drew a line and crossed it, then drew another line and crossed it, then punished me for crossing those same lines. It drives me insane. All I wanted was to be with you. All I wanted is to make you happy.”
“Breaking trust isn’t how you do it..” I started but he gave me a look and I stopped talking.
“I never broke your trust but I admit I lied to you. Shayna and I never did any of the things I said we did, I didn’t even want to try, it was just excuses so I could touch you. I was never ok with all the times you told me to stop. I never wanted to just watch you masturbate. I never wanted just a quick tug on my penis, I wanted to feel inside you and you always dangled it over me, just out of reach. I’m done with giving you everything and trusting you will do the same.” He moved forward, the tip of his cock pushed against my pussy. He moved his hand down to guide his cock in.
“Jake, stop…” I begged, putting my hand on his chest and running it to his face. “Please…”
He positioned his cock with his hand and pushed in slowly, the head of his cock sliding easily into me.
“See, don’t lie to me Mom, you want this too.” He pushed in a little further in, my wetness betraying my words.
“Stop baby, please, stop.” I begged. I pulled on his neck and he stopped.
“Tell me. Tell me you really don’t want this and I’ll stop.” He said, looking me deep in my eyes.
“I don’t want this.” I said as sweetly as I could.
“I do.” He said and pushed his cock all the way in me. He face relaxed as he felt deep inside me. “Oh fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long. It feels so good.”
“Ok baby.” I tried to bargin. “You feel me, now let’s stop and we can forget all about this.” I begged.
“I don’t want to forget this.” He said and gave me a mean look again, pulling his cock part of the way out of me and pushing it back in. He started building up speed, fucking me. I stopped resisting. “I’ve hated… that dad… got to… do.. this… when I never… could… I.. deserve… this… MOM.”
I moved my hips to take more of him in, his cock feeling so good. He began slapping his hips against mine hard and fast and soon he grunted and pushed deep in me, cumming in me. “OH FUCKING GOD!” He screamed loudly.
I laid there as he pumped me a few times more and moved off me. I sat up on the bed and put my head in my hands, any pleasure I felt was ruined by that moment. That was not what I wanted. Anger built up in me. I stood up and walked towards the door.
“I can’t believe you just fucking did that to me.” I said as I threw open the door and started to walk to my room. I went to slam the door but as it swung closed, Kyle stopped it from shutting. I turned and faced him and slapped him hard across his face.
“You fucking raped me.” I cried. “I will never…” and he was on me, his arms wrapped around me as he held my head to his shoulder. I tried to push him away but he held me in place.
“You will. I realize that now.” He said softly. “Tell me now that a huge part of you didn’t like it when I put my cock in your mouth last night. That you don’t like that I am obsessed with you. That you don’t think of me as often as I think of you. That you don’t wish that I would have just fucked you. You just wanted me to be the bad guy.”
He let go of me and turned me around, shoving me toward my bed. We got to the edge and he pushed me onto the bed. He quickly picked me up and got behind me, shoving his still hard cock deep in me from behind.
“You wanted me to force you.” He said. “Or you wouldn’t be so god damn wet still.” He fucked me hard from behind, slapping his hips against my ass hard and pushing me up the bed. I didn’t want to prop my arms to stop my forward movement but I didn’t want him to stop. I finally pushed forward and climbed up the bed to try and escape but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back towards him. He lowered his head between my legs as I tried to snap them closed. Two fingers pushed deep in me as I held his head in place. He fingered me hard, pushed his fingers in deep and then he slid three fingers in, forcefully pushing as hard as he could. I moved to relieve some of the pain, and force, and accidently released his head. His tongue found my clit quickly and he started licking it hard and fast.
“Stop baby, stop.” I moaned but he was right, I had wanted him as long as he wanted me. I didn’t want to have sex because I was afraid I’d want him even more. I wanted him to stop for me. My pussy started to convulse and tighten around his fingers. He moved quickly and moved up my body, he sucked hard on my tits and pulled and squeezed them hard, shoving his fingers into my mouth. I sucked my juices off his fingers as he moved up me again and replaced his fingers with his tongue, pushing it deep in my mouth as his cock found my hole quickly. He held for a second and we kissed.
“I fucking knew it!” He yelled and moved away from me. He flipped me over again and lifted my hips. He fucked me from behind, gripping one of my tits hard with one hand and grabbing a handful of my hair with the other. He yanked my hair hard, whipping my head back as he fucked me hard from behind. I went to move a hand to my clit but started to fall forward and the pain from being held up by my hair forced me to put my hand back down. He pushed my head towards the bed and I fell forward and he moved a hand to my hip and the other on my back, keeping me down.
“Say it!” He yelled as he pulled his cock almost all the way out and held it there. I knew what he wanted.
“Yes.” I panted, so close to cumming. “I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted you.”
“Tell me this pussy is mine!” he demanded. “And you will never deny me again.”
“Whenever you want” I moaned and he slammed his cock in me deep, pulled out then did it again, then pulled out and held again.
“Say it.” He yelled again.
“My cunt is yours whenever you want it. All of me is yours.” He started fucking me nonstop upon hearing those words, hard and fast and not stopping. I moved my fingers to my clit and started rubbing it while he fucked me. His hand ran over my ass and down to the front of my leg and up the trail of wetness to my pussy and then back around to my ass. He pulled back a little and wiped my juices between my ass cheeks and then shoved his thumb into my ass as he continued to fuck me. I tensed at the shock and he moaned loudly. He pushed his thumb all the way in my ass.
“This too” he moaned and I started to cum, feeling his thumb press against his cock, the thin layer of skin between them. I turned and buried my face into the comforter and screamed as I came, tightening my pussy around his cock and my ass around his thumb. He moved his thumb out of my ass and grabbed my hips, fucking me hard and fast as I came, still screaming loudly into the comforter. Then he moaned and came in me again. He collapsed forward and to the side of me and I fell off my knees, my legs giving out. We sat there in silence for a while, catching our breath.
“I’m sorry Mom.” He said after a while. “I know it was wrong, I know I keep messing up and disappointing you. I don’t want to. I just can’t help myself around you. I’m so sorry.”
I took a deep breath and gathered my strength and climbed on top of him. I sat down on his stomach a little, feeling our juices dripping onto him, mixing with our sweat.
“I’m only going to say this once. What you did was wrong. You should NEVER force sex on anyone. I don’t care if it turned out well for you today, I gave you the wrong message. You do that again, ever, I will personally cut off your dick. Got it.”
“Yes, I swear.”
I hit him on the chest. “I’m not joking. You told me, like the pictures, that you understood and wouldn’t do it again, but you lied. You can’t lie about this. Don’t make me regret what we have done together. Don’t make me hate you. Don’t make me hate myself. If this isn’t something special between us, if this is something horrible, I will die never forgiving you.” Tears started to swell in my eyes.
“Yes mom.” He said seriously. “I’m sorry.”
“That being said, you fucking asshole,” and I slapped his chest hard. “I’m sorry. You were right. I didn’t want to be the one to have you cross that line, even though I wanted it on day one. I pushed you to the edge, used sex as a reward and punishment, because I wanted to do things to you a mother should never want to do to her son and I hated myself for that. I still hate myself for being this way.”
“Though I cannot believe,” and I slapped his chest again. “That you lied to me to fucking finger me and I can’t believe that shit worked. I also can’t believe all the times you took pictures without me noticing.” I felt his cock push against the back of my ass, as he shifted his weight a little.
“and I can’t fucking believe that your cock is hard again.” I smiled. I moved back and up and guided his cock with my hand to the opening of my pussy and slid down him. He moaned. I leaned forward and kissed him but pulled back before he could kiss me deeply. “Now you say it.” I said, as I rocked my hips back and forth slowly on his cock.
“I’m sorry, I will never…”
“No.” I scolded him, rocking my hips a little faster. “Whose cock is this?”
“Yours.” He moaned. I started moving my hips fast, pushing down, feeling my clit rub against his shaft.
“And even… if I say… you.. can’t.. fuck.. me and… only allow… you… to.. eat my… cunt.. you will…” I ordered.
“No.” he moaned and I leaned forward and kissed him deep, his hands squeezing my tits hard again, pinching my nipples.
“I love… your dad.. and he owns… my pussy… too. You… need.. to..” and I collapsed on his, too tired to continue on.
“Sorry.” I panted. “I’m not used to this much of a workout.” I finally said.
He got on top of me and put my legs on his chest and slowly started to fuck me.
“Is this ok?” he asked.
“Yes.” And he continued to fuck me with the vigor of a young man. My body ached all over. Finally, he collapsed next to me too, unable to go on. I moved to his cock and continued my demand that he shares me with his father and he agreed as I sucked him until he came again, this time very little coming out of him. I fell down next to him and he went down on me again, until I came again as well. We laid there, dripping with sweat, the comforter covered in bodily fluids.
I got up and threw the duvet in the wash and took four Advil’s, then hopped in the shower. Tom greeted me when I got out. I had my story all set when he asked. I told him that I had decided to go for a bike ride and was sweaty and very much out of shape. He laughed at me but the story was useful as I waddled around the house after.