Chapter 01 - The Start
Chapter 01 - The Start
A knock at my door broke my sleep. Mom entered the room, walked up to me, and slapped me across my face. It felt like my soul was pulled out of me. I rubbed my face and looked at her with surprise. She looked furious, “What is wrong with you? You were spying on me, your mother! Don’t you get enough from the porn you’re staring at all day that you need to look at me having sex? You're already an adult. What the fuck is wrong with you? When did you become such a nasty brat? Answer me, you pervert!”
The look on her face scared the hell out of me. I had seen Mom angry many times but never in such a fury. She looked at me with such disgust that I even started to hate myself. I was speechless, and couldn’t think of anything. After a moment of silence, she said, “Listen! My boss, Mr. B. will stay with us from now on. He will be the man of the house, your new daddy, you hear me? You will do everything he says. No complaints and I mean it.”
Suddenly, I could imagine Mom sucking Mr. B.’s cock. She was sucking on it with such a passion that my stomach started to growl. I was about to hurl the food I ate before the nap, but a tap from Mom’s knuckles snapped me out of my worst nightmare.
She continued, “I am ashamed of you. I never imagined that you would turn out to be like this, like your father. He was a useless fellow too. Look at yourself, you are becoming him.” She unwrapped the bed sheet that I wrapped around my waist and legs, “No surprise there, a tiny cock like him too.” Confused by what had happened, I started weeping.
Mom threw me the bed sheet, “What’s with the tears? I should have known it, just a useless fellow with a tiny cock. If you want to be like this, then be so. I don’t need you. I now have the man I need, my savior, my boss. He will take care of this household including a good-for-nothing boy like you. Now stop this whining! You don’t need to worry about your future meals anymore. It has been set. You just eat, shit and rub that tiny cock of yours. Pathetic!”
I begged her for forgiveness and tried to prove I was a good son. I saw Mr. B.’s smiling face appear at the door. He entered the room and presented a box to Mom. She opened it. There was a strange-looking belt. With a grin, Mr. B. told Mom to lock my cock with it. Mom threw it with such force that it hit me right in the face, “He will WEAR IT! Won’t you, you spoiled brat?” She turned to him and kissed him passionately. I could see Mr. B. getting an erection. He undid his pants and whispered something in Mom’s ears. She removed her overalls and stood naked in front of me.
Mom looked at me and said, “You like to watch, don’t you, son? Then, watch this.” She bent over and held both of my thighs. Mom’s breasts were hanging over my knees. Mr. B. penetrated her from behind and started fucking her hard. I couldn’t help but watch Mom’s juggling breasts. I was stunned. I wanted to get out of bed but couldn’t. Mom was holding me tightly by my thighs. Mr. B.’s thrusts had gradually pushed her closer to my face. Her boobs were rubbing against my chest. I felt myself getting an erection. Mr. B. stopped and whispered something again in her ear. She freed one of her hands and started stroking my cock. There was a mixture of emotions brewing inside me. I remained under her motionlessly while they fucked loudly over me.
Mom looked at me, “Are you liking this, son?” Her face was glistening under light. She ordered Mr. B. to make room for another cock in her pussy. He exited her. With a couple of strokes with her hand, she sat on my cock and pushed it deep into her pussy. An involuntary grunt escaped my lips. She dropped her body on mine. Mr. B. entered her again. I felt my cock rubbing against his but the warmth of Mom’s pussy made me cum as soon as Mr. B. pushed his cock into Mom’s pussy. Mr. B. freaked out, “FUCK, you fucking jerk! You came!” He shouted, “He fucking came!”
I opened my eyes and saw Mom’s furious face hurling abuses at me, mad that I came inside her. She dragged me out of bed and threw me out of my room. I called for her many times and apologized furiously. Mr. B. followed her and stood behind her as she pushed me out the door. He cupped her breasts and touched her pussy, “See, these? Mine now!” The door is shut in my face. I shrieked with horror.
I found myself crying when I opened my eyes. I was lying on my bed, and Mom was sitting before me. She wasn’t naked and had a look of concern on her face. She tended to me, kissing me on my forehead, “Babe, everything is okay. You are okay. I am also okay. Look at me, don’t I look okay? I’m with you, my loving son.”
I composed myself and asked, “What is happening to me?”
She replied, “You had a bad dream, that is all. You are alright, babe. It was just a dream. Everything is okay. I’m here with you and you’re here with me. You see that, right? Just breathe, take slow and long breaths. In and out. In and out.” I breathed with her and felt my heart slowing down. She kissed me again and held me tightly, “You’re doing great, keep at it. You’ll be better in no time, I promise.”
For me, it was her sheer presence that calmed me down. It was a pleasure to be in her arms. A weight had been lifted from my chest. My mind could now be at peace after that horrifying experience. I kissed her face and whispered, “I don’t know what happened to me. But, I am okay now.” She embraced me.
“Mom?”
She raised her eyebrows, “Yeah?”
“I’m thirsty.”
She chuckled and fetched me a glass of water from the side table. She took my spot on the bed. I slid to my left. She held my head against her breast, “I love you, son. You are my boy, my most precious thing in this world. Don’t you ever doubt it, okay?”
I assured her, “I know Mom, I just saw you…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“You saw me either dying or having sex, didn’t you?” She tightened the hug. I could hear her heart now. It was pounding at a great interval. Her calmness rubbed on me. I sighed heavily and threw my arm across her stomach. Her hand and her lips caressed my head. I wished it was my face instead of my head. I wanted the touch of her lips rubbing against my face. I adjusted my posture so I could get more of her kisses. She complied and kissed me on my eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, and lips. When she was done, she took me back into her arms.
“You were wailing in your sleep. I came running and saw you shouting some gibberish but when I asked you about it. You threw a lot of words like sorry, apologize, naked, pictures, sex, kill, die, and so on. I tried calming you down but when you mentioned your father’s name, I got concerned and woke you up.” She teased me, “It was pretty hard to wake you up.”
I felt conflicted, “I’m not sure if I wanted to tell you about it, Mom. It was traumatic, probably because I had too many last night.” I rubbed her stomach side to side as she scratched my back with her long nails.
“Alcohol doesn’t suit you, babe. You must not forget it. Your body is not built to consume large quantities. You are like a flower, my lovely boy. What was the occasion then?”
“Nothing worth celebrating. I don’t think I’m getting the job. I botched the interview.”
“I wouldn’t worry about it. The interview was just a formality. The job already has your name on it. I’ve made sure of it.”
“I’m not sure, Mom, if I can work at your office.”
“Why? Did someone say something to you? How about Mr. B.? He is a nice person, right?”
“No, everyone was nice. Your boss was super nice. He even called me to his office after the interview and gave me the lay of the land. Are you sure you want me there?”
“Of course, I do, babe. When you returned home, I decided to keep you nearby, in my world with me. Everything is simple here, isn’t it?”
“I don’t know if it’s that easy, Mom.”
“What’s bugging you, babe? Fear that you might come across something you cannot unlearn? You know you can tell me anything. Now is the best time as any.”
“Something like that. I wanted to tell you something for a long time, Mom...”
Mom cut short my sentence, “I know, I know. Listen, babe, I know what you’re going to say, but you should know you’re an ordinary human, like me, with emotions of every kind. Whatever you do, I do too, maybe better than you.” She laughed a little. I heard her heart pounding a little faster. She continued, “The thing to remember is that you’re a human, so I am. And just like you, I have an appetite for everything.” She paused, and continued, “By everything, I mean… everything.”
I crossed my arms across her torso again, “I didn’t mean to hurt you Mom nor was I trying to insult or belittle you. I do have a confession, though. I like watching you… naked. I spy on you when you shower and masturbate. I have your nudes on my phone, my camera, my computer. But before you judge me, I don’t do this to hurt or blackmail you. I do it because it makes me good, horny, and I like the sensation of being horny. Maybe I’m a bad person or maybe I’m mentally sick, but one thing is sure, Mom, I love you with all my heart. You can punish me in ways you see fit but don’t doubt my love for a second. I can’t imagine life without you, Mom. I returned home because I was miserable without you in college. I’m willing to…”
Mom let go and my heart sank. She looked at me, “I’m your Mom, babe. I know about your perversions better than anyone else. Come, hug me again. I like hugging you, my snuggle bunny.”
I put my head again on her breast and arm across her stomach. She continued, “You don’t believe that I have never noticed you outside my bedroom and bathroom, lurking, photographing me. Let me tell you something, babe, you’re not a ninja. I can even tell you the date when it all started. If I’m not wrong, it was around when I bought you your first phone. I wasn’t sure at first but when you asked for a phone with a better camera, I figured it all out. From that point, I kept my eye on your activities. I’ve checked your phone and computer regularly. I wanted to make sure what you were after.”
I faked a smile and silently listened to her heart with my eyes closed. Her heart was back to its normal pace. I asked if she ever found anything of interest. She scratched my back with her nails again, “Let me tell you first how I knew that this calms you down. You always liked the sound of my nails on your back, didn’t you? I massaged you when you were little. You seemed to enjoy it when I did your back. I tried many things over the years but only scratching would give you joy. The same is true for your collection of my nudes. I don’t know if you noticed this about your camera angles. Do you think people pose at their doors, windows when they bathe or masturbate?”
My arm felt heavy rubbing her stomach. I rested my hand and dipped my finger into her navel. I measured its depth with my index finger, “I never thought of it. I just thought I got better at taking pictures. So, you looked at my stash and discovered the best camera angles for me.”
“Yes, I did. A Mom has to know what her child needs and likes.”
“Let me ask you a question then. Did you like it when I do these things?” I wanted her to say that she liked it when I watched her in her skin, and recorded her play with herself. I heard her heart pounding faster than normal. I figured I might have hit a nerve. I cursed myself for being so bold. I bit my tongue in silence.
Mom must have felt the movement of my jaw. She calmly said, “I do, babe.” Her heart was still pounding fast. She continued, “In this matter, I guess we are alike. I’ll say this, fruits don’t fall far from their tree. You know you have a horny Mom, don’t you? Sometimes I think that I have passed my perversion and libido onto you. But I am glad you are like me, like a mother like a son.” She cozied up to me, “You know what this means?”
“What?”
She kissed me again on my head. I lamented my fate. I gathered my courage and brought my lips next to her. She gave me a peck on my nose, “We are overly horny people. If there is something wrong with it, who cares?”
I disappointedly threw my head back on her breasts.
She sensed my disappointment and whispered, “Look at me, babe.” I lifted my head and her tender lips touched mine. I immediately felt a tingle running down my spine. Her lips separated mine and took my upper lip with them. It felt like a gentle kidnapping, her lips kidnapping mine. My lower lips followed them as if asking, take me too. Before it could get to the kidnappers, they returned a second time and this time, swept the lower lip with them too. With both lips in the custody of Mom’s lips, I was overwhelmed with an urge to surrender. Her lips parted my lips again, took the upper lip with them, returned, and swept the lower lip too. She stopped, holding both of my lips between hers.
In a sense of profound clarity, I understood my assignment. She unlocked her lips, freeing mine, “It means that we are soulmates, babe. We complete each other and don’t need anybody else.”
I froze, “Are we enough for each other?”
She smiled at me, “I think so.”
I put my head back on her breasts and thought, ‘I do too, Mom… I love you so damn much.’ I put my arm across her one more time and in a couple of minutes, I fell asleep. I woke up alone on my bed. It was 10 am. I touched my lips. They were dry. I was confused, “Was it a dream?”
