Mother's Ruin

As I looked down to see my own prick sliding quickly in and out of my Mother's love box, its glistening, throbbing, blue veined hardness made me even more horny. I continued banging her like this for over twenty minutes and I couldn't believe it myself; I felt like a superman. I could see the bite marks I'd made earlier over Mother's tits were now beginning to turn to bruises and I wanted her to wake up and see what her son was doing to her. But her expression was still that of a zombie. When I felt my juices start to flow from my balls, I clenched my buttocks together in an effort to delay ejaculation. I ground my hips against Mother's in the hope that I could get even deeper inside her as I stabbed her pussy with my meat. At last, I could hold back no longer. My nails made runs in Mother's stockings as I fought to stop my dick exploding. Then, gripping her butt cheeks with my vice like hands, my face contorted like a demon's, I felt my white hot semen pump its way into Mother's belly. I had never known such an amount to come out of me.

As my dick went limp in Mother's snatch, I let it slide out and sat up in between her legs trying to recover my breathing. Easily aroused by the sight of her lying stretched out, helpless and half naked, I fucked Mother twice more with equal enthusiasm. On the first occasion shooting my sperm over her tits and on the second over her face and hair. At about 3am, although my mind was willing to carry on, my dick looked like a piece of raw liver and felt as tender as a bruised toe. So, reluctantly, I realised that that was my screwing over for the night. I consoled myself by thinking of the many more times yet to come.

Earlier that week, I had bought a few yards of quarter inch, white nylon rope from the hardware store. I fetched it from my room and returned to Mother's. I turned her over onto her stomach and brought her arms around behind her back. With one end of the rope, I bound Mother's wrists tightly together and then, bending her legs as far as they would go, wrapped the rope around her ankles and made a secure knot. I turned Mother onto her side and stood back to admire my handiwork. Looking down at her, hog tied and covered in my semen, I admit that I was extremely unhappy that my body had failed me. I hoped that my prick wouldn't be too tender come morning.

It was Mother screaming my name that finally woke me the next morning at about 8am. I let her continue wailing after me for a few minutes, knowing full well that we were too far removed from the beaten track for anyone to hear her. At last, I casually put on a toweling robe and entered Mother's room. Her eyes were wild with anger; she was too hard a woman to cry about something like this. She asked me what I had done to her, so I explained how I had drugged her at the restaurant and then brought her home to ravish her. Mother said that if I was to let her go now then she would forget that this had ever happened and that she would never tell the authorities about what I had done. I laughed at that one, and explained to her the predicament that she was in. I asked how she would fancy going out into the big wide world to work for a living, since I wouldn't be around to provide for her. I pointed out that she would have to rent a small, dingy apartment that would probably be infested with all kinds of horrible insects and vermin. I also stated that she wasn't getting any younger, so how would she cope, all alone in the world, during her old age.

I let Mother ponder on these thoughts for a couple of minutes. In a voice that was filled with defeat, she asked me what the alternative was. I had been practising a speech for just such an occasion for many days, but I never really thought things would turn out so well that I actually got to say it. I told Mother that our relationship would remain that of a normal mother and son Monday through Friday. But from the moment I woke up on Saturday to the point I fell asleep on Sunday, she would be my whore. I explained to Mother that she would wear what I told her to wear, and do any sexual act that I desired. If she didn't like the terms, then she knew what the consequences would be. When she started to call me names like rat-bastard, I knew what decision she had made.

Mother agreed to my conditions and demanded to be untied. I told her that as today was Sunday, she was now my whore and in no position to make anything other than requests. Mother relented, and asked me politely if I would free her from her bonds. Seeing her struggling against the rope had started to get me aroused again. I told Mother that I still wanted to see an act of good will on her part towards the deal. So I told her that I would only untie her hands for the time being. As I did so, she waved her arms around to get her circulation moving again. Whilst she did this, I moved a chair into the tight space between the bed and the dressing table. I bent down and put my hands around Mother's waist to get her to her feet. She cringed at my touch, but I told her that she had better get used to me feeling her body. I shuffled her over to the chair and sat her down in it. I untied the rope holding her ankles together so that I could reposition the bonds. When I had finished, Mother's hands were free but her legs were strapped to the corresponding front legs of the chair.

Mother gazed at my feet as I let my robe fall to the floor. I commanded her to look at me and see how aroused she had made her son. Slowly, reluctantly, her eyes moved up from the floor towards my fully recovered, fully erect penis. I searched for some hint of desire in Mother's eyes, but as there was none to be found, I ordered her to tell me that she wanted my dick. Mother repeated her lines but without conviction. No matter; Rome wasn't built in a day.

I moved closer until I could feel Mother's breath against my skin. I put my hand under her chin and forced her to look into my eyes. I told her how aroused I had been last night and how, after fucking her three times, my prick had become tender and sore. I stared at her mouth, still covered with last night's lipstick. Mother's lips were full and inviting and I knew what I wanted to do next. I put my right foot on the bed and pushed myself up so that my left foot rested on the dressing table. Leaning against the wall, I looked down at Mother and said:

'Kiss it better, there's a good girl'.

Mother made no effort to assist, so I told her that it might be more uncomfortable for her if I had to force it into her, that's why I had untied her hands. I told Mother to take hold of my prick and put it in her mouth. Very slowly, her right hand came up from where it had been resting at her side. My dick twitched as it came closer and then, boy oh boy, what a feeling to have your own Mother's hand tightly clenching your throbbing tool. With a soft groan, I moved my hips closer to Mother's face. I could see that her eyes were closed as the tip of my bell end gently brushed against her lips. As she moved it back away from her mouth, a strand of precum formed like a delicate spider's silk bridge between her lips and my dick. I repeated my order and thrust my hips more forcefully towards Mother's face. At last, I saw her lips part, and Mother guided my knob slowly into her hot, wet mouth. I groaned loudly at the first touch of her tongue against the slit in my dick. As I began to rock back and forth, I instructed Mother to move her hand further down my shaft so that I could get more of my meat into her mouth. Soon, she was taking about four inches of me between her ruby lips.

I turned my hips so that on each inward thrust of my penis, it would force Mother's cheek to bulge out. The sight of Mother taking me like this made me realise that I was not going to last as long as I had last night. In fact, after only about two minutes, I could feel myself ready to cum. Between panting breaths, I told Mother that she'd better not let any of my semen escape, as I wanted her to swallow every last drop. When I was very close to cumming, I told her to raise her eyes towards me and to pull me faster. I tried to hold back for as long as possible, but with Mother's doe like eyes staring at me, and the sight of my weapon moving quickly in and out of her mouth, I just had to let it cum. Wow, what a sweet feeling it was to feel the juice flow up my prick and shoot out into Mother's gaping throat. I had wanted her eyes to remain open as she swallowed me but now they were shut tight. I must have pumped my fluid into her for about twenty seconds before it reduced to a trickle. I asked Mother if she had taken it all down, and she nodded her head. Slowly, I pulled my flaccid dick from between her lips and stepped back down onto the floor. I told Mother to open her mouth. She had been telling the truth, there was no cum in there.

When I had recovered my breath, I untied Mother's ankles and told her to take a shower. By the time she stepped back into her bedroom, I had selected some dresses that I told her she could shorten during the week. For the rest of the day I told her to wear nothing but underwear, stockings and high heels. When she had dried her hair, I told Mother to make her face up as she had done the night before and to apply plenty of lipstick.

I fucked Mother on two further occasions that day, once doggy style and once up the ass. But all of that was some months ago. Our relationship now is precisely as I had told her it would be. Sometimes when I think about what I've done I feel ashamed. But then, when I wake up on Saturday morning...