Chapter 1
Sharon Parker awoke with an anguished cry. Cold sweat glazed the sweeping curves of her lush figure. Chilling tears streamed down her creamy smooth cheeks. It had been an awful dream!
"Mike," she whispered urgently. "Wake up, please." Her son grunted sleepy sounds of annoyance and turned away from her. "Oh, Mike ... I want you to fuck me! I want to feel your big hot prick!"
Sharon Parker was thirty-seven, a ripe-bodied beauty in the prime of life. But for the last several weeks she'd been haunted by unreasoning fear of growing old.
To still her fears, she had shamelessly seduced her son five days ago. Her husband Cal caught them fucking in his bed like a pair of wantons. That ruined their marriage and broke up their home. In a raging fury, he threw them both out of the house.
But Sharon felt no shame. To feel young and vibrant in the heat of lewd passion was all that mattered to her.
"Please, Mike. Mommie needs you. Fuck your mother and make me cum."
"Jesus Christ," he said peevishly. "I fucked you four times last night. Now it's two in the morning and I need to sleep. I have to be at school by eight."
"I know, dear. But can't we do it one more time? My pussy is so hot and wet with honey, I can hardly stand it."
An anxious hand reached across his back and curled on the rubbery shaft of Mike's long thick cock. She stroked his prick fondly.
"No, Mother! Not now!" His voice rasped and he angrily pushed her hand away. Mike felt weary to the bone, barely able to keep his eyes open. "We'll fuck all you want after school."
"But I can't wait that long," she said in a pout. "I want your hot young prick in me now!"
"And I want to rest! My God, we must have fucked fifty times in the last five days."
Sharon's green eyes fluttered and filled with tears.
"You don't love me," she cried. "You don't think I'm young and pretty and sexy enough for you now."
He sighed wearily and said, "I love you, Mother. I think you're gorgeous and sexy as hell."
"But I'm too old," she moaned. "That's why you won't fuck me."
"No, you've worn me out, that's all." His mother's ceaseless demands had finally taken their toll. "I can't even get my prick up right now."
"Let me suck it. I'll make it hard for you, then you can fuck me." She pulled on his shoulder and tried to turn him toward her.
"Damn it, I said no!" He resisted her straining effort to turn him and lowered his hands to shield his pussy-whipped cock.
She burrowed her hands beneath his and tried to grasp Mike's weakened prick from behind, but he twisted away and tumbled out of bed on the far side.
"You fucking nympho bitch!" he barked. "Can't you tell when a guy's had enough?"
"I can't help it, Mike. Just thinking about your beautiful big cock makes me crazy."
He grinned smugly despite the dull pain of over-exertion. "You know what they do to a crazy person who's lost control?" he asked her sharply.
Sharon shook her head, spattering tears on the sheet and swirling her soft auburn hair. The coppery strands fell to her waist; long, straight and silky smooth. Wearing her hair like a teenager was a part of her obsession.
"They have to put a kook like that in a strait-jacket," Mike said with a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. The chance remark had given him a great idea. His black leather jacket was draped over a chair beside the bed.
He grabbed it and lunged at her. Sharon gasped and cowered against the wall.
"Mike?" she cried in a questioning tone, alarmed by his malicious look.
Mike forced her flailing arms into the jacket's long sleeves, putting it on backwards. She twisted and squirmed, chilled by the sleek satin lining. He snarled a fist in her hair and threw his mother face-down on the bed. Sharon gasped a cry of fright when he zipped the jacket up her back.
He yanked her hair again to lift her head up and wrenched her arms across her chest. Then he grabbed a drapery cord and knotted that to the end of one sleeve her arm wasn't long enough to fill.
With a snarling hiss of satisfaction, he pulled the cord tight across her back and knotted it around the other sleeve, straitjacketing her in helpless frustration.
Sharon seethed in restraint, bound with her arms crossed in front, hands pulled tight around her slender waist.
"Let me go!" the woman screamed.
"In the morning," he promised.
She thrashed on the bed and wailed, "Mike, I'm your mother. You can't do this to me!"
"It's the only way to keep your hands off my cock," he said climbing back into bed, breathless from the effort it took to restrain her. It made his heart race, and rushing blood had a swollen his cock fully hard.
Sharon saw that and her look brightened. "Ooooh, Mike ... you do want me!"
His meaty prick was ten inches long and two inches thick, the most awesome and magnificent piece of fuck-flesh she'd ever seen.
Until he saw the look in his mother's hot green eyes and the way her drooling lips curled, Mike wasn't aware of his hard-on. Now his prick throbbed with painful vigor. Coarse blue veins bulged.
She gasped anxiously and strained with arms crossed and bound beneath her, eager to turn on her back.
"Now you can do it," she cried thankfully. "Now you can fuck my hot sweet cunt!"
"Not this time, Mother," Mike said with a twisted grin. "I'm tired of your pussy for now. It's your sleek round ass I want!"
"Nnnooo!" she cried, writhing and twisting to turn on her back. "No one has ever done that to me!"
"That's great, Mom. I've been wondering all this time what a virgin hole feels like." He pressed a hand on her back and kept the frightened woman pinned face-down.
Mike pushed his knees between hers and spread her mother's shapely legs, leering down at the lusciously curved cheeks of her padded ass.
"Your cock is too big for that!" she cried. "You'll kill me! Please, Son ... fuck my cunt instead. That's what I really want!"
"It doesn't matter shit to me what you want. This time your gorgeous ripe ass gets fucked because that's what I want!" He leaned closer and pressed down, parting the soft cleft between her creamy ass-cheeks with the blood-gorged knob of his big cock.
"Oh, my God ... nnnooo!"
"You were begging for my cock just a minute ago," he reminded her, pushing and prodding the dark puckered rim of her shithole.
"Not up my ass," she begged with a shivering moan. "Mike you won't rape your own mother!"
"You stopped being my mother when you seduced me five days ago. You don't run my life anymore. You don't get what you want, you get what I want to give you. And what I want to give right now is enough cock up the ass to make your greedy eyes bulge!"
He pushed in an inch of thick hot prick and chuckled contentedly when that made his mother scream.
Mike bored in another steel-hard inch of hot prick, straining the slender sheath of her wringing tight ass. A brutal ass-fucking would be his revenge. He had started to feel like a shit for having sex with his mother. At first the thrill w of it overwhelmed all sense of guilt, but that ended the moment his father burst in and saw what they were doing.
"You're nothing but a cock-crazy slut to me now," he snarled, shoving in another inch.
Sharon sobbed and squirmed beneath him. The tearing strain in her taut ass made her eyes water.
"I deserve pain for what I've done," she moaned. "Deserting my husband and daughter for the lust of my son-"
"You deserve worse than what you're getting, you worthless whore!" Mike reared back and reamed his mother's tiny ass with ten long inches of thick hot prick. Her shrilling scream rattled the bedroom window of the rundown apartment they'd rented together, the rundown apartment they'd rented together.
The place was old and it stunk like piss. The walls were thin, the rooms drafty and cold. Mike hadn't minded at first. He'd been deaf, dumb and blind with excitement-wild with desire for hot sex with an anxious wet cunt. Now the guilt-stricken teenaged boy missed his comfortable home and the father whose love had turned to hate.
Mike took it all out on his mother, fucking deep into her with hard driving thrusts. Pain swelled inside like a fiery knot. It choked her screams into gurgling moans of despair.
"Dear Lord, please make him stop!" she barely managed to say.
"I don't think He'll be quick to answer the prayers of an incestuous slut," Mike growled in uncaring contempt. He liked the tight slithering friction of his mother's shithole.
His grunts of lewd pleasure mixed with her agonized cries. Sharon shivered and wailed each time he drove in. Then she shuddered and moaned as he pulled back for another punishing thrust.
Her ass-hole felt like a flaming tunnel, a seething tube in tortuous pain.
"No more," she begged with a gush of hot breath forced out by his spearing cock. "I can't stand it!"
"I didn't think you could get enough cock," Mike taunted her with fiendish delight, fucking in with agonizing slowness to make her suffer with each burning inch.
Her eyes glazed and her mind went blank when the pain became unbearable. She sputtered dazed sounds and ceased her frantic writhing, certain she would die if Mike rammed his young prick to the hilt again.
Frayed nerves sparked confusing messages from her tortured mind. Cringing muscles made her ass-cheeks twitch in shock, but the sleek fuck hole they sheltered began to pulse with more relaxing spasms.
Sharon didn't understand it at first, but the snug channel of her shithole quaked expectantly when Mike reared back and caught a breath, poised to deliver another punishing thrust.
"Give it to me!" she cried. "You can't hurt me now. Ram it all in! I like it! I love having your big hot prick so deep in my gut!"
Her lewd ravings caught him unawares. Giving her pain had given him a pleasure, a thrill stronger and sharper than any that came from straight sex.
"Yes!" she cried boldly. "I like it more this way! Ram it into me, Mike. Rape your mother's ass as hard as you like!"
"Your fucking ass-hole is as crazy as your cunt," he said half out of breath from the furious pounding.
"Don't stop! Drill it into me! Make me cum. Ooooh, my God! I'm going to have a great climax ... the best yet!"
Mike wanted to stop and watch her suffer, but the heat in his heavy balls wouldn't let him. That and the way teasing pulses from her eager ass-hole made his cock tremble. He fucked her hard and fast from behind, slapping his hairy loins on her softly padded ass.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Sharon cried with increasing delight. She arched to meet each thrust, bucking and whirling her ass around to increase the exquisite torture.
Bridged above her writhing ass, Mike stiffened and let her ass wring his cock with tantalizing waves of motion.
"I think your ass-likes fucking as much as your cunt," he said with a sigh of delight.
"I think my ass-likes it more ... and to think it was cherry until a few minutes ago." Sharon seemed dismayed by not having experienced the pleasure of grinding ass-hole contractions before.
Mike roared and fucked her hard, feeling that his big cock was about to fire.
The resentment he felt before had been forgotten. They were both totally absorbed in lewd pleasure. The thrill of the moment was all that mattered. To hell with what went before, and to hell with what might come after. The raw hot pleasure of sex was all either of them could think of.
His balls heaved and belched a fiery spurt of cum. like shimmering quicksilver, it jetted the length of his cock and shot into her tremulous ass.
Slithering fuck cream glossed his cock and made his prick glide freely. Mike could fuck faster without scalding the hide off his long cock. And fuck faster he did, rasping for breath, driving and spurting jism at the full reach of each thrust.
Sharon quaked and cooed, delighted by the slick heat of his cock and the volcanic intensity of its rapid eruptions. This was the height of lewd pleasure, the wanton delight for which she had given up her home, the sanctity of marriage and even her self-respect.
Her writhing undulations soon milked his balls dry. The short time they'd rested hadn't given Mike time to generate a full load. That was bliss for him. Before he had started fucking his mother, his balls had ached all the time.
Wide awake now, Mike wanted more pleasure from her. He arched back and began to ease his cock out.
"No, not yet," she moaned.
The pulsing heat had surged into her pussy and sparked strange spasms of unfamiliar delight.
"I'm not through with you yet," Mike said with a lewdly warped grin. "You should know by now that just fucking once only half weakens my cock."
"Yes, I know, dear. That's what I like best about it ... besides its huge size. Do you want to fuck my cunt now?" Sharon tried to turn over and then realized she was still bound in the improvised straitjacket. Ecstasy had erased the dread of restraint.
"I don't want your pussy right now," Mike said, sliding off to stand by the edge of the bed. And maybe not ever again, he was thinking. He still felt shame at the thought of fucking the cunt is he came out of. "Right now I want you to suck my cock."
He grabbed the epaulets on the shoulders of his leather jacket and used them as handles to haul his mother upright. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his glossy big cock which was glazed with cum.
"Suck it, bitch," he commanded her. "Swallow it all."
"I will, if you clean it off first," she said. Beneath the glossy sheen of slick cum, Sharon could see darker stains dredged up from the depths of her bowels. Thinking about having that in her mouth made the woman's guts wrench.
"You take it the way I give it to you," he countered sternly. Mike grabbed her silky auburn hair and pulled her head forward. He could feel her gasping breaths on the wet head of his cock.
"Don't be so cruel," she begged softly, wrinkling her lips in disgust. "Wash it off for me, then I'd love to suck your big hot prick."
"You want it clean, then lick it off. It's the stain of mother-fucking that bothers me most. Let's see if your greedy wet mouth can get rid of that too."
Mike yanked her hair and jerked his mother's head forward. She gagged and clenched her teeth, unwilling to swallow his rank-smelling cock, cringing because she was afraid he would force her to do just that.
"You were begging to suck on me a few minutes ago," he reminded her sternly. "Now you're getting what you asked for ... like it or not!"
"Nungh," she groaned, tossing her head.
Sharon wrenched and strained her arms. Crossed and bound in the jacket sleeves, she could hardly move either one. In a short span of time she'd gone from shameless aggressor to helpless sex slave.
It was a shocking turn of events for her. As Mike's mother, Sharon had grown used to a position of dominance-giving him orders and having everything her own way. Now all that had changed in ways that distressed her.
His massive thick cock twitched with delight. A last bead of glistening cum gleamed on the tip.
"Suck that," he told her. "Lick it off!" He yanked her auburn hair to enforce the demand.
Sharon's quivering lips parted and her tongue flicked out. She relished the salt-sweet taste of his dripping cum, but was repulsed by the thought of having to take his rank cock into her mouth.
"There, you see ... that wasn't so bad," he said, maintaining a firm grip on her tangled hair. "Now suck down the rest of it! Eat me, slut! Swallow it all! I want to feel your nibbling lips at the base of my cock!"
Mike humped his back and drove the gleaming shaft into her mouth. She groaned, unable to turn her head or clench her teeth fast enough.
A bitter taste filled her mouth. Her tongue recoiled in disgust, but Mike pushed and she had no choice but to lap unwillingly. An eye-watering stench rose from the part of his long prick throbbing beneath her nose. Tears streaked her cheeks and Sharon Parker gave in with a moan.
Before this, she'd prided herself on being able to swallow the whole length of her son's stiff cock. She knew that was something few timid girls his age would dare attempt. Sharon had wanted to delight him and prove herself more a woman than any of them, never dreaming it might turn out like this.
Fucking her taut ass had made his cock just pliant enough to bend with the curve of her throat. Mike tugged her hair and rammed all his prick in.
Wringing pulses of motion tantalized his long cockshaft. He liked having his prick sucked more than any other form of sex play. Mike especially liked it now that he had control. His mother's first efforts had been too slow and tentative to satisfy him completely.
He drew back just long enough for her to catch a breath, then he fucked the whole of his cock deep into her throat again. Her gagging noises delighted him. She gulped and moaned, eyes blinking in strickened desperation.
"Aaagggh!" she rasped when given the brief chance to breathe again. Her pleading green eyes gaped up at him.
"You made me swallow all your bullshit rules," he said with a sublime look of contentment. "Clean your room, take out the trash. Be home by ten. I know you have a license, but you're too young to drive the family car-"
"Umph! Glungh! Haaagh!" Sharon's arms thrashed uselessly inside the jacket sleeves.
Her head bobbed and swayed with dizzying speed. His hairy groin jarred her spread lips and sent her mind reeling in a spiral of fear and dismay.
Mike's taunting voice continued to imitate hers. "Do your homework, rake the lawn. Don't put your socks in the laundry basket inside-out."
Sharon gulped and made sounds of regret. Had her son until now only thought of her as a stern task-master? Was that why he found such pleasure in cruel revenge?
The stubbornly clenched tube of her throat relaxed just a little. Sharon resolved in her mind to do better. It was too late to save her marriage. That shattered like a glass dropped on concrete when Cal had come home and found his wife wantonly fucking their teenaged son.
All she could do now was hang on to Mike. She had to please him no matter how cruel his demands. He was all she had left in the world. Sharon started sucking his rank cock with that kind of determination.
"That's a little better," he said roughly. "Yeah, that's pretty good. Lick my hot dick, cunt-face. Swirl your tongue all around. Remember, when I find someone better, I'll drop you like a hot rock!"
"Nungh," she cried teary-eyed. That was Sharon's worst fear. Mike's vengeful rage thrilled her in a way. At least it proved how much he wanted her, how appealing she was to him.
"I want more than your hot sucking lips," he told her. "I want a tender young virgin."
"No, Mike," his captive mother sobbed between thrusts. Saying the word young was like rubbing salt into an open wound.
He went on as though she hadn't spoken, filling her throat with one gagging cock thrust after another. "I want her bound spread-eagled on this very bed. I want her pussy licked and sucked so that it's burning hot when I get home from school."
"I can't do that, Mike. I don't even know a young virgin that would-glunnngh!" He rammed her quaking throat full again.
"You'd better find one if you want to feel my cock anywhere inside you again." He twisted the hairy root of his hot prick against her lips, reaming and jabbing until her eyes bulged in dismay.
Mike didn't really think there was any way she could oblige him. He just wanted to watch her crawl. If she failed, she'd be humble and begging when he got home from school. And if, by some wild chance, she succeeded, that would be better yet. Mike wanted nothing more in this world than to bloody a tender virgin's cunt.
He stiffened with a grunt of raw pleasure and came in his mother's tight throat, gushing cum like a fountainhead. Sharon experienced a climax despite all he'd put her through. She gurgled wet sounds of gulping delight.
Sharon sucked his cock dry, greedily gulping down his cum. Mike's cock was something she had to have. The price no longer mattered.