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Like Mother, Like Son

By: kinky1978



Even at young age Nico was very sexual. He discovered the pleasures of masturbating early in his teens and couldn't stop ever since. His fantasies about the real thing grew stronger and stronger so it wasn't surprising that as soon as he found a willing girl he lost his virginity to her. Although the sex was great he always had the feeling that there was something missing. Their relationship lasted until he was 19 years old. 

After they broke up he thought that now he had the chance to try different girls and gain some experience. But after a couple of one night stands he discovered that the sex was fun but surprisingly not satisfying enough, just as with his former girlfriend. He began to wonder if there was something wrong with him. Even his confidence began to suffer which affected his attitude towards girls. In the old days he just would step towards a woman and began talking to her but now he couldn't even come up with a good opening line. Friends noticed his change and tried to cheer him up often. Telling him that with his 1.85m slim slightly muscular body, brown puppy eyes and short brown hair he could have any girl he wanted. Specially when they went out there were lots of girls looking at him dance what he loved to do and was really good at. But he never noticed and even if he did he couldn't even go over and ask her to join him. As time went on he just stopped looking for a girlfriend totally and resigned in his faith of masturbating.

This continued until the summer he turned 22. As a student he didn't have a lot of money so had to spend his vacations with his mother and stepfather. He hated these times. His family would tease him continually about the fact that he still hadn't found a girl. They even asked him several times if he was gay, which he was sure of that he was not.

This stay wasn't any different. As soon as he entered the house his mother would begin.

'Hello honey, how are you?'

'I'm fine mom, and you?'

'Oh I'm great. So where is your girlfriend?'

'Ahhh mom, don't start again ok? I just want to spend my holiday resting and getting some sun so please have mercy and spare me the girlfriend talk!'

He went to the fridge to get something to drink, hoping his mother would leave the topic alone. But no such luck. His mother was right behind him and with a teasing tone in her voice continued:

' But Nico it isn't healthy to go such a long time without a girlfriend!'

'Mother pleeeaaase!'

He knew that his mother didn't like it when he was calling her mother and hoped she got the hint.

'Ok, ok.'

'Thanks,' he answered with a sight in his voice.

'But when I was your age...well lets just say it would make you blush when I told you what I did.'

Nico looked at her surprised and a little shocked. He knew that his mother never had any problems talking about sex but he just never looked at her that way.

'What's that look for? Surprised that your innocent mommy had her needs too? And still has I might ad! How do you think you were born? Oh that brings me to something else. Your grandmother and me don't get any younger and we would love to have another member in our family!'

He knew that this was coming. The last times he talked on the phone with her she would always bring up the subject of grandchildren. He wanted to end this conversation and used his last weapon.

'Well Elke, I think you should better discuss this with your other son!'

His mother may dislike it if he calls her mother but hates it when he uses her first name while speaking to her. With an angry tone and a sharp look on her face she replied:

'I guess you are right. We can talk about it some more when your father comes home!'

'Oh shit,' Nico thought. If his mother was good in teasing his stepfather was the champion. He could go on for hours if he wanted and most of the time he did. But he had a very good relationship with him and over the years came to see him as his real father. 

Nico quickly walked away, glad that he survived the first round. As his mother was leaving to do some shopping he went upstairs and decided to surf on the net. His parents finally bought a computer and he was looking forward to use it. But while looking for fun sites he couldn't get one comment of his mother out of his mind. 'I would blush when she told me what she did when she was my age. Well, what had she done?' After thinking of some more kinky things he dismissed the thoughts. 'This is my mother. I shouldn't picture her like that!' But to his surprise he felt his cock stir in his pants when thinking of his mom in different sexual acts. 

'What the hell? I must be very horny if I already get a hard on when I'm thinking about her!'

He decided to look at some porn and bring himself some relief. He stumbled on a story site and read a few one-on-one stories. They were very hot and his prick was hard as a rock, begging to be released from his pants. Nico opened his fly and started stroking his 7 inch member which was already leaking precum. As he read on and the characters in the story were nearing orgasm he moved his hand faster and faster up and down until he felt his balls tighten. With a low groan he came and spurted his cum all over his hand and T-shirt. After he came down of his orgasmic high Nico cleaned up and put his shirt into the hamper. 

In the following days Nico followed the same ritual. Sleeping in, sunning in the garden and surfing on the net at nights. This only interrupted when he was hungry or had to do some chores. His parents both were busy so he had most of the time for himself. He spend long hours reading erotic stories at night and wanking off afterwards. He also checked out other categories than just one-on-one and discovered that some fetish stories turned him on immensely. He would always have a better orgasm after reading them. Sometimes even better then he had while having 'real' sex. This got him thinking.

'Maybe this is what I missed in my sex-life.' His ex girlfriend never tried anything other than vanilla sex. At that time he knew he wanted to discover more but never dared to ask in fear that she would think different about him afterwards. And when having one night stands you just don't ask the girl if she minds being tied up or what ever.

For him this was the answer, but the next step was to figure out a way to experience some kinky sex. All the while his reading material got kinkier than ever. As the subjects got more extreme his orgasms intensified. 

Unfortunately for him he wasn't as good in covering his tracks on the computer as he was in finding porn. After a while his mom got curious. She was wondering what Nico did all these late hours on the internet. So she decided one day when he was at a friends house to check out his history. Nico knew how to delete the history file but never had the slightest idea that there was a file named temporary internet files where also every page he opened was saved. His mother was a little smarter and soon had the storypage on the screen. She wasn't very surprised when she found the porn site and thought:

'Well naughty boy. Lets see what stories you like the most.'

After she had read a couple of stories she was surprised to find the taste in sex of her son to be this kinky.

'Maybe you wouldn't blush after all,' she thought while grinning to herself. The stories brought back some memories about her youth. While reliving the years she felt the wetness between her legs increase. Unconsciously her hands wandered over her body. One hand slid underneath her skirt and rubbed her pubic area through her soaking panty. Her other hand massaged her breast and rolled and pinched her nipples every now and then. Her breath got heavier and she closed her eyes. Images of her experiences flashed through her mind as she approached orgasm. She moved her slip aside and entered two fingers into her hot pussy. Her thump rubbed her engorged clitoris hard and she fucked herself with her fingers fast. Suddenly the men in her thoughts changed and she saw her son fucking her dripping cunt from behind. Immediately she bursts into orgasm pinching her nipples hard while her hand got flooded with her juices.

'Ohhh I'm cummminggg,' she cried out as her body shuddered.

Slowly the orgasm faded away and she came back to her senses. As soon as she could think normal again, guilt struck her. With a little anger she thought: 

'Well, if my husband would be just a little more like Nico maybe I would think of him!'

For years now she couldn't get Nicos stepfather to be more open minded about sex. This left her often unsatisfied after they had made love and in the last two years they only had sex once a month, if she was lucky. With a sight she shut down the computer and convinced herself that the lack of sex was the reason she thought about Nico. 

When they saw each other later that day Nico noticed that his mother blushed and couldn't look in his eyes. This was a little strange to him but he dismissed it as nothing. 

Over the next week nothing really changed accept that it got hotter and hotter outside. Even at night it was so warm that Nico had to sleep with nothing on. Otherwise he would be twisting and turning until he finally would fall a sleep. His parents never came into his room in the morning to wake him up so he wasn't afraid that they would see him like that. But one day Elke had to leave early and wouldn't be back for hours. She forgot to tell her son about it and decided that morning to wake him up. As she thought of the day ahead of her she walked into his room only to freeze in her tracks as soon as she laid her eyes on him. Nico lay on his back in the nude. She stopped breathing as she moved her gaze over his young body. She stopped as soon as she saw his hard dick. As much as she wanted to she couldn't avert her eyes. She gulped and thought:

'Wow, you have definitely grown into a fine man!' Suddenly Nico started to stir and she quickly turned around and closed the door. She couldn't help to feel a little proud as she walked away. 'At least something I did good back then!' This hole incident wouldn't have bothered her if there hadn't been the tingle in her loins. 'Shit, I really have to get laid soon or I will go insane!' She left a note on the kitchen and left the house already dismissing the picture of her beautiful son.

A few days after that the quiet days for Nico were over. His mother had also vacation for two weeks and decided to spent them around the house. This meant that Nico suddenly had a lot of chores to do. But he didn't really mind as he started to get bored anyway. As they both worked together he got the feeling that his mother would sneak glances at him. The only thing he wore around the house were his Bermuda shorts and Elke couldn't help admire his young muscular body. Once she looked a little to long and Nico caught her staring at him. She came up with an excuse fast.

'You know son, the longer I look at you the less I can understand why you don't have a girlfriend.'

She saw how Nico rolled his eyes and hoped he believed her. Just to make sure she added:

'Are you sure you're not gay? You know we wouldn't mind so you can just say it.'

'No mom I'm not! Can you stop it now?'

'Alright, alright.'

As it got hotter that day they decided to stop working and just lay in the sun with a cold drink.

'Nico, can you get me a coke while I'm changing into something less warm?'

'Sure mom.'

He got the drinks and walked into the garden to put them on the table. He removed his shorts so he could sun in his swim trunks. He put a blanked on the ground and laid down on it on his belly. Soon his mother came out too. As he moved his head towards her his eyes grew wide. His mom had changed into a bikini. His mother had never before worn one of these but what surprised him the most was how hot she looked in it. She always dressed in a way that didn't show her body and now he couldn't understand why. With her 1.69m, brown medium long hair she looked great. Her breast were a c cup and they looked beautiful in that bikini. The only sign of her 48 years was her tummy. It wasn't as tight and as you see on younger girls. When he looked further down he saw the most beautiful legs he had ever seen. Normally he wasn't a leg man but his moms turned him on nevertheless. As he moved his gaze up again it lingered on her pubic area. He could just make out the small bulge of her mound. Suddenly he realised that his mom had spoken to him.

'Sorry mom, what did you say?'

'Thank you for the drink. Where were you with your thoughts?'

'Oh no where particular.'

Could it be that her son was checking her out? He had one of these reflecting sunglasses on so she couldn't see where he was looking at. As the thought crossed her mind she again felt the tingling feeling between her legs. 'Ah stop it girl. Why would he look at his mother that way when he can have lots of girls', she thought and sat herself on a chair. She wanted to get some sun lotion on her body but didn't see it. 

'Nico, do you know where the sun cream is?'

'Yes it's right here mom.'

He held up the bottle and thought his mom would come over and get it.

'Could you bring it to me please?'

Nico almost got up when he realised that he had a hard on from just looking at his mom. 'Shit how am I going to hide that? Uhh if I had just left my shorts on!' He waited a few seconds and hoped his cock would loose some of its stiffens. 

'Hey, you need a written invitation or what?'

He had no choice but to get up. As he stood he tried to hide his erection as good as possible but to no avail. You could clearly see his dick through the thin material. Even a little of the head was sticking out at the top. He walked over to her hoping she wouldn't notice but he was certain that only a blind woman wouldn't see it. He handed her the lotion and quickly turned around to walk back to the blanket. As soon as Elke looked at her son she had seen his hard member. To her it looked even bigger then when she saw it the last time. But she didn't want to embarrass her son and herself and acted like nothing happened. Although the thought that she was the reason for his excitement made her shudder a little and her pussy got moist. Quickly she closed her legs so Nico wouldn't see the wet stain in front of her bikini. They both enjoyed the sun and were thinking about the other one. After the work they had done both were tiered and soon Elke fell asleep. Her whole body started to relax and this resulted in her legs spreading slightly. Normally this would have bin fine but not after the events earlier. Every now and then Nico would look at his mothers body. When he saw her legs spread a little he couldn't help but look between them. He immediately saw her wet bikini. 'Hmmm maybe I'm not the only horny one around here. She must have a hot dream.' His prick was now harder than ever and precum was leaking out of it. He decided to go inside and take care of it before his mother would wake up again. As he had to pass her on his way in he stopped by her side and let his eyes wonder over her sexy body that was glistening with sweat. He thought he could smell her excitement coming from her pussy. He couldn't help himself. He had to touch her. Slowly he lowered a finger down to her pubic area and traced it along the folds of her pussy. He could feel the heat coming from his mother. He raised his hand and saw that his finger was a little wet from her juices. Immediately he took it in his mouth and sucked it dry. She had a slightly salty but sweet taste that exited him even more. His cock now was throbbing and trying to get out of his restrain.

Meanwhile his mother was having the most wonderful dream about her and her son. He was rubbing and licking her leaking cunt for all he was worth. As she got hornier than ever she also woke up slowly but keeping her eyes closed. She let out a groan as she felt a finger rubbing her now hard clit. She could feel how her orgasm was coming on strong and moved her pussy against the hand trying to get something in her now burning tunnel. Suddenly she realised that she wasn't dreaming anymore and that someone was fingering her cunt. She opened her eyes and saw her son standing beside her, one hand was stroking his cock and the other was between her legs.

Nico was so engorged in his mothers pussy that he didn't even realise that she was awake now and had her eyes open. He almost fainted when suddenly he heard her hoarse voice.

'Uhhh.wha...what are you doing to me?'

She wanted to scream at him but that was all she could say. By now her lust had taken over her mind and body and any rational thought was gone. Nico stopped his caresses and was trying to find an answer.

'Noooo, don't stop. I'm almost there!'

Not sure that he heard his mother right he answered in a trembling voice.

'What did you say?'

Elke didn't answer. She pulled her bikini bottom off her body, spread her legs and moved her sons hand towards her aching cunt. First Nico didn't do anything but staring at the cunt before him. He could clearly see the engorged clit which was bigger than any he had ever seen. Her cuntlips were swollen and her nectar was dribbling out between them. The pubic hair was trimmed and stopped at the top of her pussy. But soon his initial shock faded away and again his lust took over. Now that he had free access he immediately moved two fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with his thump. Furiously his fingers went to work on his mothers pussy.

'Ohhh yesss...finger my cunt. Fuck your mother with your hand.'

Hearing his mother speak that way only helped in doubling his efforts. As soon as Nico had started to finger her again Elke fell back in her chair with her eyes closed. She could hear the wet sounds his finger were making. She opened her eyes to see her son giving her this incredible feeling. She saw his throbbing cock in an instant and reached out for it. She moved his hands away and pushed his speedos down to his knees. As she stared at his cock from up close she unconsciously licked her lips. The purple had was covered with precum and she scooped some on her finger to taste it. The slightly bitter taste was heaven to her. She closed her fingers around the shaft and started to stroke Nicos cock furiously. 

'Aahh mom, that feels sooo good!', Nico almost screamed out. 

He looked in her face and saw her staring with glazed eyes at his prick.

'Do you like my dick mom? Does it make you hot?'

'Ohh I love it! It's so big and hard!'

As he listened to his mother speak he noticed her breasts. He pushed the top up and admired her perfect breast which only sagged a little. They had big aureolas and the nipples stood out almost an inch.

'Please....play with them! Play with the breast you drank from as a baby!'

He rubbed his hands all over her tits sometimes squeezing them. This was the last drop he needed.

'Ohhh mooom....I'm....cooommming!'

He hadn't finished his sentence when his balls tightened and he started shooting his sperm. It all landed on his mothers breast and belly, forming a puddle in her navel. As his orgasm raced through his body his knees went weak and he held on to Elkes tits. Her nipple was pinched hard and the pain mixed with the pleasure sent her over the edge as well.

'Yes..yes me too....I'm commingahhhhh!' , she groaned out loud.

Nico felt her cuntwalls contracting and her juices squirted all over his hand and arm. Elkes orgasm continued for a long time. Then slowly she came down of her bliss and started to breath normal again. 

Suddenly both realised what had happened and guilt struck them both. Without a word Elke quickly got up and ran inside never hearing Nico call out for her. She locked herself in the bedroom and covered her face in shame. 

'How could this have happened? With my own son?' After thinking about it for a long time she had to admit that she was attracted to him. Hell even her orgasm was one of the strongest in her live and he just used his hands! But this could never happen again. This was incest and she feared it would destroy her relation with her son.


Like Mother, Like Son



I had just turned 18.

I was graduating high school in a few months and I was pretty excited to say the least. No longer would I have to worry about waking up every morning to go sit in some dull classroom listening to some teacher ramble on about history, or math, or science with no real passion because they were making less money than most of their peers.

Nope, I was a few short months away from freedom.

It came as no surprise that I was being bombarded constantly by relatives and the parents of friends about college. If I had to hear one more time, "So, where are you going to college?" I was going to scream.

It's not that I wasn't interested in college -- I was. I just didn't want to go right away. I wanted to get out and live!

I wanted to finally move out from home and get my own place and be independent for awhile before I made that leap from high school to college.

I mean really, who the fuck wants to spend 12 years sitting in a classroom only to jump into 4 more years plus...

Definitely not I.

So, I decided to take some time to enjoy myself. Hell, I deserved it.

I got pretty decent grades. B average with a few C's and D's here and there wasn't too shabby.

I wasn't some whiz kid, to be sure, but then again I wasn't some stupid, lazy moron either. I was pretty middle of the road, and that's where I liked it.

Nobody really expected too much of me and at the same time I was doing good enough to stay out of trouble.

Needless to say, I WAS good at staying out of trouble. Not that I avoided it -- not at all.

In fact, I would say I sought trouble out more often than not.

I would go to parties every weekend like any normal high school kid and I would get drunk and play poker and smoke pot, but some weekends my friends and I would do stupid things like break into the school cafeteria and poke holes in all the milk cartons. I mean, nothing to go to prison over, but we pulled off some pretty elaborate pranks in our day.

One time we even managed to set up a webcam in the girl's locker room. It was quite a shining moment for us, even though nobody ever knew who was responsible.

But WE knew, and that alone was worth it.

And so all of this would soon be gone. My friends would go to college in various states across the country and I would end up stuck in this little town, working a dead end job just to make ends meet and pay for my studio apartment. But you know what, that's what I wanted to do. I wanted to be out on my own and work some shitty job and pay my own way.

It was what I needed to do. Since my dad died things had been pretty easy, financially, for my mom and I.

Dad had left quite a bit of money behind and his life insurance policy only added to it.

Mom wasn't too thrifty, but I never thought she really wasted the money. I mean she would go out and buy really nice things, like clothes, shoes, makeup and a new car -- but overall she didn't go crazy with it. I could tell she missed my dad, but I think she really wanted to find another guy who would sweep her off her feet. She was 36, so it wasn't like she didn't have something to offer men. I have to say, my mom was pretty hot for...well...being my mom.

Grandma always teased her about having me too young, but she said that she never once thought about having an abortion or giving me up for adoption. She said I was special and that she knew it from the moment she realized she was pregnant. I'm not sure if dad shared those sentiments, but I know he loved me.

My dad once told me the whole story about how he got mom knocked up when she was 17 after some dance. At the time he was a bit older than mom and so he got really scared when she wound up pregnant. 20 years ago it wasn't as common as it is now for a high school girl to be pregnant.

He said he was mostly scared of what my mom's dad would do to him. But my dad stepped up to the plate and married my mom. That's probably the only thing that saved him from the wrath of my grandfather. 

When dad died it was hard on all of us. Mom did her best and after the past 5 years, I have to say, I think she did alright.

I mean, I'm not some junkie kid who's all fucked up because I'm the son of a single mother. I'm not all cracked out because my dad died when I was young.

I was actually pretty normal for the most part. I think sometimes that worried everybody around me. It's like they expected me to become a fuck up.

Let's just say I was very happy to prove them wrong.

Now all of this is great and all, but you're probably asking yourself, what's the point of this story? Well, it really sets everything up for what happened next.

Like I said, it was a few months prior to graduation and at the time I didn't really have a girlfriend. There were a couple girls I fucked around with at parties and shit, but nothing serious. I wasn't a virgin, that's for sure. I just didn't really feel that any of the girls in my school were really worth my time. Now that may sound a bit egocentric, but I think my dad's death really made me kinda grow up fast. In a way I became the man of the house.

Mom paid the bills and made sure everything was taken care of financially, but when it came down to the big decisions, it fell on me.

Mom was always the kind of woman who needed a man to take control. She wasn't dumb or weak by any stretch of the imagination, but she just grew up where her father was the head of the household and I don't think that ever left her.

About a year after my dad died was when mom really came to me and said that I needed to step up. At the time I was just kind of gliding through life and livin' off the money my dad left without really taking any responsibility for anything. I don't think my mom liked that too much because she basically told me if I didn't change my behavior she was gonna cut me off financially.

It wasn't until a few months later that I really understood her motivation for saying that, and I have to say, it changed my life.

I knew that shortly after that talk with my mom I became a man. And my mom could tell too. She would always make comments about me being the head of the household and what a macho man I was when I would make decisions. She always gave me this smirk and I never really understood why until the few months before graduation.

It was a normal enough day, I got home from school and went up to my room. Mom wasn't home, as usual, so I figured she must be out shopping again.

I turned on my computer and checked my Facebook and popped on my iTunes. I was just randomly looking through websites when I started to get horny.

And I don't mean just a little horny, I mean, my cock was rock hard and I really felt like I was going to burst through my pants.

It was the type of horny that you have to take care of right then and there. So I did what any average teenager would do in that situation.

I went for my downloaded porn.

I had quite the collection. Anal. BDSM. Lesbians. Cheerleaders. Hardcore. Gonzo. Asian.

I had accumulated a mini library of pornographic movies over the past couple of years and it had become my go-to stash when I was feeling like I did that day.

So I skimmed through and nothing really caught my attention. I had seen most of the videos so many times that I could literally recite them line for line and move for move.

It was boring. I wanted something new. Something different.

A friend of mine sent me a beastiality link one time and I checked that out for like a minute and I just couldn't get into it.

Something about chicks fucking animals just didn't sit with me well. I think I felt bad for the animals.

So I started Googling for something new. I came across fetish sites, but I just really wasn't into feet or girls eating shit and getting pissed on.

Just wasn't my thing. By now I was getting really frustrated because my cock was about to explode and I needed to find something to jerk off to.

I knew if I waited too long my dick would go limp and a serious case of blue balls would ensue.

Finally I typed in the word INCEST.

I'd never really seen any incest videos, it all just seemed a little too weird for me. But this time I pulled up a website and it showed some guy fucking this older woman that was supposed to be his mother. I didn't see any resemblance.

I skimmed through the website until I saw a pretty hot chick getting fucked by what was supposedly her father. It was a bit arousing, so I looked for better quality.

I finally came across a site called MotherFuckers.com. Don't look for it, it isn't around anymore, but at the time it had these gorgeous older women who were fucking and getting fucked by these young guys who, in some instances, looked like their real sons.

I know I shouldn't have, but for a fleeting moment I thought of my mom. I mean I had seen her walk around in bikinis by the pool and every once in awhile she'd walk out of the shower in a towel, but I never really paid that much attention to it. She was my mom for christ's sake.

But as I looked through these images I came across one woman who looked a lot like my mom. For a second I thought she might even BE my mom, but I knew that wasn't the case. But I couldn't stop myself from looking at the photos of this chick. She was in her late 30's and, like my mom, had a body to die for.

I mean, I had never thought of my mom sexually, but I always joked with her about being a MILF.

The first time I said that she looked at me like I was crazy. She was like, "A MILF, what's that?" I explained it stood for Mom I'd Like To Fuck.

I swear she turned beet red and walked out of the room, saying "Jason, you're terrible."

Ever since then I called her a MILF whenever she looked good and she would always give me that same sly smirk.

So as I sat there with a cock that could break rock, I looked at these photos of this woman and I started thinking about my mother.

I tried not to, but I couldn't help it. Her full breasts, round ass and long legs were implanted in my mind instantly.

I was pretty deep in thought about it all when I heard my mom's voice behind me.

"Jason, what are you doing?!"

I literally jumped out of my skin. I hadn't heard her come home and I had no idea she was behind me.

I turned around quickly, trying to block the computer screen from her view, making sure not to let her see my erection.

She looked at me with an expression of confusion. 

"Nothing, what's up? Where were you?"

She knew I was looking at porn, but she just rolled her eyes.

"I was taking a nap in my room. I didn't hear you come home."

"Where's the car?" I asked, genuinely interested.

"It's in the shop today. Lisa gave me a ride home."

As soon as my mom said that I instantly got an image in my mind of my mom riding me like a cowgirl.

I must have blushed because she suddenly looked at me with a concerned expression.

"Are you feeling ok?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I said, clicking off the porn site and pulling up my iTunes browser. She walked over to me and put her hand on my forehead.

I was sweating not only because of my embarrasment, but also because of the erection in my pants that instantly twitched when her hand touched my skin.

Her hand felt so soft on my forehead. It was really smooth and I swear I could have came right then and there.

But I didn't. I tried so hard to control myself.

"Feels like you have a fever..." she said.

"No, really, I'm fine. I was just playing some video games and I get all stressed out. You know, first person shooters and everything..."

She looked at me strangely. 

"Are you sure you're ok?"

I nodded yes.

"Mom, I'm fine, seriously. It's just a little hot in here." I took my jacket off and let it fall down over my waist, hiding my hard on.

Maybe it was my state of mind, but I swore my mom glanced down at my cock before turning to leave.

"Oh, by the way, don't make any plans. I got that movie I want to watch tonight and you said you'd watch it with me, remember?"

I smiled,

"Yeah, for sure. I wasn't going to do anything but play video games anyways."

"Ok, good. Seems like it's been forever since we actually spent some quality time together."

'I'll give you some quality time...' raced through my mind. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was thinking of my mom as a sexual being now.

I was looking at her and thinking about her like I did the girls at school. I literally had to bite my tongue before I said something lewd.

After a brief pause I said,

"I know. Time flies, huh?"

I sounded like an idiot. I seriously felt like I had just made an ass out of myself in front of a girl I was trying to mack on.

My mom looked at me curiously.

"Are you sure you're ok?"

I hesitated.

"Mom...seriously. I'm fine."

She hesitated at my door. For an instant, when she turned, I saw a flash of cleavage and I thought my cock was going to jump out of my pants and attack my mom.

I quickly turned around and went back to my computer.

"Ok. Movie starts at 8. Don't be late!"

"Ok, I won't."

My mom walked down the hall and down the stairs towards the kitchen.

I just sat there, dumbfounded. I could not believe I was having these urges and feelings about my own mother.

And the thing was, I wasn't creeped out by it at all, in fact, I was extremely turned on. All I wanted to do was pounce on my mom and fuck her.

There, I said it. 

In my mind, I said what my body was feeling. I couldn't really fathom it completely, but there it was.

My rational mind tried to justify these feelings as simple biology.

'Come on, you were horny, you saw a hot chick on the internet who happened to look a little like your mom and when she surprised you it was some kind of transferrance or something....it doesn't mean anything. Just jerk off, cum and you'll forget all about it.'

That's what I tried to tell myself.

So I did just that. I went into the bathroom, pulled down my pants, sat on the toilet and started rubbing my cock.

The problem was, as soon as I closed my eyes all I could see was that flash of cleavage in my mom's blouse.

I seriously tried not to....but I could not stop my mind from replaying that brief second of skin over and over.

Even as I tried to fight it I kept stroking my cock harder and faster.

My mind was swirling with images from the internet and my own mother. I kept seeing her bending over in her bikini.

All the nuances I had ignored previously came rushing back to me, clear as a bell.

Her hard nipples through her bikini. The lips of her vagina when she would bend over by the pool.

The curve of her ass and the way her tits would bounce when she'd hop across the hot concrete.

All of these things I never paid attention to, but now, in my bathroom, with my hand wrapped tightly around my cock, it was all I could think about.

Suddenly I was exploding. My cum shot across the bathroom and hit the door.

A sensation like I had never felt before shook my whole body as I slowly stroked my cock up and down as my cum squirted out in three or four wads, until finally a thick strand of it seeped out of the tip and ran down over my fingers.

I laid back on the toilet, unable to catch my breath. My pants were around my ankles and my whole body felt numb.

I just sat there for what felt like an eternity. 

Suddenly I heard a knock on the door!

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Jason? Are you in there?"

It was my mom. I just froze, unable to move. What if she opened the door? Did I lock it?

What if she caught me jerking off?

My God, I felt like I was 5 years old with my hand in the cookie jar.

I finally muttered,

"Y..yeah..."

"Are you alright? It sounded like you hurt yourself."

"I'm....fine!" I had to spit out the last word forcibly so she would hear it.

"Ok..." she said, sounding unconvinced. "You're not piercing your nose or something, are you?"

I almost laughed out loud. I held my tongue and finally closed my eyes with relief and said,

"No, mom. I'm taking a shit."

"Oh -- I'm sorry!" she said, sounding surprised and embarrassed. "I uh...I'll be downstairs..."

I heard her footsteps as she quickly trotted down the carpeted stairs.

I almost laughed. The sheer absurdity of the moment just took me over and I had to literally bite my tongue.

I slowly opened my eyes and looked at the damage.

I had shot cum from my cock all the way to the bathroom door.

There was a long stream of it running down the door and splotches across the tiled floor. I looked down to see it covering my fingers.

As I moved my hand the stickiness made me hold my hand in the air, afraid of getting it close to anything.

Using my clean hand I grabbed a huge wad of toilet paper and started wiping the cum off.

I slowly stood up, still feeling a bit weak in the knees from my orgasm. I grabbed a handtowel and finished what the toilet paper failed to clean.

I then bent down and started wiping up the cum on the floor and then slowly wiped up the door, just barely catching a droplet of cum that was about to drip to the floor.

I was impressed with myself. 

It was definitely the hardest I had ever came, and even though I had never really seen how far I could shoot my cum during an orgasm, I just knew that at no time previously would I have been able to duplicate that range.

Even in my dazed state I was able to clean everything up. I proceeded to clean off some cum that had gotten on my pants and then washed my hands.

I took the cum covered towel to the laundry room and dropped it in the washing machine. It had become a ritual whenever I jerked off.

I usually would use my socks as it was easy to clean up and very convenient, and then I'd drop them in the washing machine, figuring my mom would just run a load of clothes, never being none the wiser about my jizz filled socks.

But now I imagined her finding them and sniffing them. The thought of that made my cock twitch and start to get hard again.

I quickly went to my room and tried to focus on something else.

As the time went by that night I pre-occupied myself with my Xbox. I played Gears of War for a few hours straight, uninterrupted.

I was pretty sure my mom was still embarrassed about the bathroom incident, and I wasn't complaining. The last thing I needed was for those thoughts to start creeping back into my brain. As I was playing I would have flashes of what would happen tonight.

I was hoping she'd be wearing something short and tight. 

As strange as it sounded, I was thinking about movie nite with my mom like a date with a chick from school.

Finally 7:45 rolled around and I shut off my Xbox and threw the controller on my bed.

I just sat there, thinking. 

I knew my mom was going to expect me downstairs any minute and I really wasn't sure how I was going to react throughout the night.

I finally decided that it was just a one-time fluke and that once I actually got down there and watched a movie with my mom, things would be pretty much back to normal.

I mean shit, we used to have movie nights every night after my dad died. It became a household ritual. I know it was mostly because my mom was lonely, but I think it helped both of us.

I looked at the clock: 7:51.

I took a deep breath and changed my clothes. I put on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of baskeball shorts. I instinctively reached for my cologne and stopped myself.

'That might be a bit odd, don't you think?' I thought to myself. I hesitated. Yeah probably not a good idea.

I was forcing myself not to think like I was going on a date. 

It was not easy.

I sighed and walked towards the stairs. I could smell the popcorn as soon as I left my room.

I could look down to the couch from the top of the stairs and saw my mom already sitting there watching TV. 

As I started down the stairs I noticed she was wearing her white tank top and pajama bottoms. It was her go-to comfort clothing.




Like Mother, Like Son



I forced myself to look down at the stairs as I stepped off the last one. 

I really had to make myself not think about my mother sexually.

"Hey there." she said.

Instantly I took it as sounding flirtatious. I knew it wasn't, but in the back of my mind I was taking it that way.

"Hey," I said non chalantly. "You need a drink?"

"Oh shit, yeah. I totally forgot to grab mine. Would you get it out of the fridge for me?"

"Sure..." I said calmly. "The usual?" I asked in a funny, bartender-like voice. 

My mother smiled a little, "Of course." she said.

Something about her smile made me excited. I quickly walked into the kitchen and tried to ignore my conflicting thoughts.

I opened the fridge and grabbed her Diet Coke. I placed it on the counter and opened up the cupboard.

Grabbing a tall glass I went over to the freezer door and pushed the glass against the lever, dispensing ice cubes.

The loud noise of the ice machine coupled with the tinkling of the ice cubes in the glass made me feel a little less anxious.

It was a sound I had heard all too often and my mind associated it with my mom as the woman that raised me, not the sexual fantasy I had depicted in my head earlier that day.

I opened the can of Diet Coke with a loud snap and slowly poured it over the ice in the glass. The foam bubbled and rose to the top and I waited for it to subside before pouring in more.

I called out from the kitchen,

"So what movie are we watching?"

I waited for a few seconds until my mom replied,

"It's that new Friday the 13th movie!"

I paused, thinking.

"You mean that remake they did?" I knew that's what she meant, but I asked her anyways.

"That's the one. Have you seen it?"

I grabbed her glass of Diet Coke and a Pepsi for myself and walked back into the living room.

"No, I have not. I wanted to though..."

I handed her the glass of Diet Coke. She smiled and took it from me.

"Thaaaank you, baby," she said.

My heart skipped a beat when she called me baby. I mean, she had called me that many times before and I never thought twice about it, but now...

It stuck in my mind like a splinter.

'You're her son, dumbass...' I thought to myself. It didn't matter. I felt a rush of excitement when she said it and I was still feeling a bit high off of that when I sat down next to her.

"I heard it was really good!" she said, grabbing the remote off the couch. "But I will warn you, I might get scared and have to have you hold me."

She laughed as I tensed up.

'Was this for real?' I thought. I mean, what if she did grab me or something. How would I react? Would my cock spring to life?

I suddenly got nervous and wasn't sure what I should do.

I sipped my Pepsi and sat back on the couch as she turned off the lights with the remote and turned up the volume on the TV.

The movie started as we both sat and watched, sharing the bowl of popcorn sitting between us on the couch.

Within the first 15 mins my mom jumped and screamed. I had to laugh at her.

"Shut up!" she said, "That's not funny! That was really scary!"

"I know, I'm sorry...it's just that, it's so predictable..." I laughed.

"Hey now, just because your mom is a scaredy cat doesn't give you permission to laugh..."

I looked at her and couldn't look away. My smile faded as I saw my mom as a true sexual being.

She was no longer my mother, but a completely beautiful woman. The light from the TV bounced off her cheeks and full, pouty lips. I watched as her long eyelashes curled as she blinked.

Time seemed to stand still as I watched her long dark hair curve around her shoulder. I looked down at her chest as her perfectly round breasts pressed tightly against the cotton tank top.

She jumped, which made me jump. I quickly looked away, unsure if she saw me looking at her tits.

She paused and said,

"You're not laughing now, are you..." and gave me that sly smirk. I just laughed a little and didn't take my eyes off the screen.

My God, what was wrong with me? Here I was sitting in my own living room next to my mother, and all I could think about was wanting to run my hands all over her body and kiss those soft, luscious lips of hers.

I felt like I was going mad. I just kept watching the movie and eating popcorn until it was all gone.

My mom moved the bowl to the table which left an open spot between us.

I didn't dare move.

Even the part in the movie with the young, hot teenage girl dancing to some hip-hop song didn't divert my attention from what was going on in my mind.

I think my mom thought I was totally checking her out since I was staring at the screen so intently.

"You should be covering your eyes!" she joked. In my mind I was thinking, 'Good Lord mom, if you only knew the things I've done with some of the girls from school....'

But I just laughed and said casually,

"Whatever..."

She laughed and we continued watching the movie.

It was about an hour in when my mom grabbed me. I wasn't expecting it at all and I must have jumped myself as she pulled me close to her.

Instantly all I was aware of was how incredibly good she smelled.

My mother's perfume, while usually comforting, was awakening something inside of me that was aggressive and wanting.

She buried her face in my shoulder as Jason Vorhees slaughtered another hapless girl.

I could smell her hair and feel it against my neck. It was so soft. 

I inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet aroma. 

It was intoxicating.

She clung to me as she looked up at the TV screen again. My cock stirred.

The smell of my mother, and her being so close to me was all I needed to awake the feelings from earlier that day.

My cock started to grow in my shorts as I tried to cover it with my other arm.

My mom was obvlious to my internal struggle and watched intently as another victim fell before the hockey masked killer.

I could not believe how horny I was. It was what I felt earlier amplified times one hundred.

My cock was growing fast and it would be hard for me to hide it after too long.

My heart was thumping in my chest so loud I thought it would stop.

I was sweating now and all I could do is think of how close my mom was to me and how badly I wanted to touch her body.

I looked down and I could see the cleavage of her breasts down the front of her tank top, which looked even bigger since she had her left arm pushed against them as she clutched my shirt.

I wanted to touch them. To lick them.

I wanted to stick my cock between them.

Without thinking I said quietly in almost a hoarse voice,

"Mom..."

My mother slowly looked up at me. Her eyes were like jewels against her soft white skin.

Her lips so full and soft under her perfect nose...

We shared a look at that moment that spoke more than any words I could have conveyed.

From the second she looked up at me -- hell, from the sound of my voice -- my mother knew what I wanted.

What I craved...

Her.

She looked at me with a sense of confusion and slight longing. I could have been fooling myself of course, but I'd like to think that at that point she felt about me at least a little how I felt about her.

After a few fleeting seconds staring into my mother's eyes I quickly leaned down and kissed her on the mouth.

It was perfect. As soon as my lips touched hers the passion inside of me erupted and I knew there was no turning back.

My cock throbbed as her soft lips pressed against mine and I slowly pushed my tongue against them.

I'm not sure what was going through my mother's mind at that point, but for a brief moment, I felt as if she was kissing me with a similar passion.

But then abruptly it ended when she pulled her lips away from mine.

She quickly sat up and just looked at me, shocked.

"JASON!" she scolded. "What the hell are you doing?!" she demanded.

I just looked at her with a glazed over expression of lust and passion and leaned towards her, wanting to feel her lips on mine again.

She put her hands up to block me but it was useless. I was stronger of course and broke through her weak defense and pressed my lips to hers.

She made a struggling noise and smacked my chest as I kissed her hard.

There was no turning back at that point. I knew right then and there that I had to have my mother and I knew nothing was going to stop me.

I grabbed her wrists and pushed them back against the couch. I got up on one knee and leaned over my mother.

She looked up at me, shocked.

"Jason! Get OFF of me NOW!!" she said, struggling. The realization of exactly what I was doing really sunk in and I could see a slight panic on her face and hear it in her voice.

This excited me even more.

I didn't say a word, I simply continued to hold her down and kissed her again.

This time she turned her head away from me. This made me angry. 

I firmly held her wrists back and pushed my knee between her legs. She tried to struggle against me, but I was too strong and too big for her to resist.

It was an awkward position for sure, but I was so incredibly horny I didn't care.

With one hand I held her down by her right shoulder, and with the other hand I slid off the left strap on her tank top.

She yelled at me to stop, but I didn't.

I pulled her tank top down, exposing her left breast. It was beautiful. I touched it with my hand, cupping it and feeling the soft skin against mine.

It felt so perfect to the touch. I felt her nipple in my palm as I gently squeezed her breast, now kissing her neck.

"JASON! PLEASE..STOP!!" she yelled at me. She was almost on the verge of tears now.

There wasn't one part of me that felt any sympathy. I was out of control and knew that nothing would stop me from having her that night.

My hand continued to squeeze and massage her left breast while she struggled against me.

Her actions were futile as I ran my tongue up and down her neck, gently kissing and biting it.

I could feel her trying to get away, but she couldn't.

She was mine.

I licked my tongue up her neck to her left ear and whispered softly,

"Mom...you're so beautiful...."

With that she seemed to stop for a second. I'm not sure if she was confused or scared or maybe even flattered, but she stopped struggling for a brief instant while I continued, "Your skin is so soft....and it feels so good....Mom....I want you..."

My voice was a whisper with a passion that I doubt anyone had ever shown her -- my father included.

I heard her gasp at the last three words I said to her and her struggles seem to subside.

I pulled back and looked down at her. Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were wide with fear...but she did not fight me.

She looked up at me with a sort of lost look on her face. It was almost as if she felt she were in a dream.

I eased my grip on her. 

Even though I was expecting it, she didn't try to get away.

She just looked up at me, quietly. After a few silent moments I said to her, "You are so beautiful....so..sexy. Everything inside of me wants you..."

She hesitated and then without saying a word she leaned up and kissed me on the lips.

I was shocked. This was the last reaction I expected, but it was all the more satisfying.

She kissed me softly, lingering on my lips with hers and then I felt her gently push her tongue between them.

I couldn't control myself any longer. I pushed back against my mother with a very forceful yet delicate pressure as I pushed my tongue between her own lips.

I had never felt something so intense in my life. The passion in that kiss was something I will never forget.

We kissed like two lovers who had been seperated for years. And perhaps, in some way, that's what we were.

My cock was rock solid and it yearned to be free from my shorts and boxers.

I pressed it against my mother's thigh and she could feel it, hard as a rock.

I let go of her shoulder, pulled down her other tank top strap, exposing both of her breasts now.

My hands fondled both of them, kneading and squeezing them. They felt so soft and perfect in my hands...I wanted to lose myself in them.

We continued kissing passionately while my mother ran her hands through my hair, pulling on it as she bit my bottom lip.

I pulled away slowly and looked at her, smiling.

She looked up at me with a new look of passion,

"Jason...my little boy...God I want you...."

Just hearing those words spill from my mother's lips nearly sent me over the edge. I really had to contain myself from cumming in my boxers at that point.

Things were so intense that I was literally reeling from it all.

I felt my mother's right hand slide down my back and over my ass cheek as she slipped her hand inside my shorts. I felt her soft, smooth fingers slip under the waistband of my boxers as she slid her hand to my cock.

As soon as she touched it I saw her eyes get so wide....I was rock hard and on fire.

Not to mention the size of my cock was nothing to scoff at. While I wasn't as big as the guys I'd seen in my porn movies, I had 7 inches of thick cock that pleased many a teenage girl in my time.

Needless to say my mother wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly started stroking me up and down.

The sensation was unbelievable. I had had many handjobs in the backseat of cars, movie theaters and detention classes, but this was unlike any experience I had ever felt.

Looking down at my mother jerking me off as she looked up at me with such intensity and desire was enough to make me cum right then and there, but I held it back.

I squeezed the muscles in my cock hard to keep from ejaculating. It hurt a little, but it kept me at bay.

She could tell what I was doing and she smiled up at me. 

"Jason...are you trying to keep from cumming...?" she said in a voice I had never heard emanate from my mother.

I smiled, and panting a little I answered, 

"Yes..."

She smiled and pushed me back so I was standing up.

I stood there looking down at my beautiful mother who smiled up at me and gently pushed me back away from the couch.

I watched as she took off her tank top all the way, her perfect breasts swaying from side to side.

She then proceeded to get on her knees in front of me and I watched as something in my wildest dreams I never would have imagined, started to happen.

My mother looked up at me and took my cock in her hand and pressed it against her lips.

As I watched in awe she slowly stuck out her tongue and ran it up the underside of my shaft.

The whole time she never broke eye contact as her hand held my shaft in place and her tongue swirled its way up and down my cock until finally she slowly took the head into her mouth.

I could not believe what was happening. I was looking down at my mother sucking on my cock.

Twenty-Four hours earlier the thought would never have even crossed my mind, yet here I was getting a blow job from my mother.

She took my cock all the way in her mouth, pushing herself down on my cock as I felt it slide down her throat.

I was amazed at not only how good it felt, but also at how good she was at it.

As I gasped for air my mom bobbed her head up and down on my cock, sucking and slurping me towards my second orgasm of the day.

It wasn't long until I felt the sensation start to build. I instantly and instincitvely grabbed my mother by her hair and started to fuck her mouth.

She moaned with pleasure as I held her hair with my hands, sliding my cock deep down her throat. She kept sucking and humming as her son face fucked her.

"Oh my God mom...I'm going to cum...."

She looked up at me with a smile in her eyes that I had never seen before. I couldn't believe how amazing this was as I looked down one last time before exploding into my mother's mouth.

Instantly she started milking my cock with her mouth, taking burst after burst of hot cum down her throat. 

I couldn't believe how it felt. It made the orgasm from earlier feel like scratching an itch. I was literally in another world as I watched my cum run from my mother's mouth.

I bucked my hips, squirting more and more cum into her mouth, watching it pour from those perfect lips and spill down her chin on to her perfect breasts.

It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen.

My mother swallowed my hot load, finally pulling off my cock and running her tongue up my shaft, licking up the extra semen that had trickled out of my hole.

I was in complete shock at the sensation I was feeling and the sight I was seeing.

My cum was all over my mom's face and on her tits as she looked up at me with a sexiness I had never seen from any woman since.

"Did that feel good baby?" she asked me coyly.

I only nodded and emitted a strained moan of pleasure. She laughed and proceeded to scoop the cum off her breasts into her mouth as she licked her fingers clean.

"That's just the beginning...." she said. I was oblivious to everything. I nearly collapsed as I stood there.

My mom stood up and gently squeezed my balls.

"That's my boy..." she said, smiling.

I nearly fell onto the couch, trying to catch my breath.

She smiled and curled up next to me.

"That was fun, Jason..."

I looked at her, confused for a second.

"I didn't ... think..." I said out of breath, "...that you'd...want to do...that with..me."

She thought for a second and then replied,

"Well, at first you scared me....I didn't know what was going on....and I thought you were going to hurt me, but after what you said to me and how you looked at me, I just knew that I wanted it just as much as you did."

I smiled. I was so fucking content I couldn't believe it. I just came in my mother's mouth and here I was, half naked, lying next to her.

We laid there like that for awhile, just enjoying each other's physical contact. Mom would run her hand up and down my thighs and I would kiss her off and on.

It wasn't long until my cock started to get hard again. As soon as she saw it my mom said,

"That's better..." and she took it in her hand. I felt her slowly start to massage it and rub it, making it hard again.

I closed my eyes as she rubbed the underside of my shaft with her soft, petite hands.

"Mmmmmm....God you're good at that, mom..." I said as she got me back up to full strength.

"I know," she proclaimed non chalantly. "But you haven't seen nothin' yet..." she said as she stood up.

She slid off her pajama bottoms and I saw her black bikini panties. She looked so sexy, I just wanted to stare at her like that forever.

She turned around to tease me and looked over her shoulder as she put her thumbs through the waistband of her panties.

Slowly she slid them off and bent over, pushing them down her long, slender legs.

I was instantly rock solid. 

My mother's ass was perfection. So perfectly round and smooth...it was the envy of any woman. Jennifer Lopez would be jealous of my mother's ass.

She turned around and straddled me.

Climbing up onto me her tits swung in my face as I felt the warmth of her cunt on my shaft.

She looked down at me smiling as she said softly,

"You feel so good baby....mmmmm....I can't wait to feel your hard cock in my pussy...."

She slowly slid the lips of her cunt up and down my cock, teasing me as I squeezed her tits and licked and bit her nipples.

Her breasts were so amazing in my face, but it paled in comparison to the next sensation I felt.

With a quick inhale she pressed the head of my cock into her pussy.

She looked into my eyes as I felt her slide all the way down on to my shaft until I felt her resting on my balls.

The sensation was unbelievable. My mother's cunt pulsated and throbbed against my cock as I felt her contract it around me.

She now grabbed my wrists and held them against the back of the couch as she slowly started to fuck her son.




Like Mother, Like Son



I couldn't believe it. This was really happening to me and it was so amazing.

My mother was riding my cock. Her tight little pussy slid up and down on my shaft as she breathed heavily, moaning my name as she fucked me,

"Oohhhh...Jaaaason...oh god baby...you feel so good...fuck mommy.."

We kissed hard as she fucked me. My cock thrusting deep up inside of her as my balls slapped against her ass.

"Oh God, mom...your pussy feels soooooooooo good.." I said in a whisper.

And it did.

It was without a doubt the best sex I had ever had.

My mom rode me just as I had fantasized about earlier in the day. Her tits bounced up and down, hitting my chest as she slid up and down on my cock.

"Oh God baby....mommy's gonna cuuuummmm...." she said in a low moan.

Just hearing her say that made me nearly shoot my load inside of her...but I didn't. I didn't want this to end yet.

As her thrusts intensified mom started to cum all over my cock as I felt a warm gush flood her vagina.

She moaned loud as she squeezed her pussy around my shaft.

"Oh MY GOOOOOOOD!!!! Baby, I'm CUUUUMMMIIINNGGGGG....FUCK YES!!" she moaned loudly.

She looked at me with an animal passion I had never seen even at that point.

She snarled a bit as she pumped my cock deep into her. She was like a wild animal, fucking like her very existence depended on it.

"Oh fuck mom...you're so fucking hot..." I said. She smiled at me as her thrusts started to slow down.

Finally she rolled off of me and scooted up next to me again.

"Oh my GOD baby, that was soooooooo good." she said to me. We kissed softly.

She looked up at me and I wanted to cum right then and there.

She was so beautiful...so pretty...so cute. I didn't know how I never noticed it before, but my mom was perfect.

"Now honey, I want to do aaaaaaaanything you want to do to me. Don't be shy," she said matter of factly, "whatever you want, we can do."

I looked at her and thought for about 2 seconds before it just spilled out,

"I want to fuck your ass, mom."

She looked at me a little shocked. I guess I took her by surprise.

"You...you wanna fuck my ass?" she said curiously.

"Yeah.." I replied, hoping she wouldn't object.

She thought about it for a few seconds and then looked at me.

"Ok baby...anything for my boy," she said in a motherly way. "But, you have to go easy on me...I've never done it before..."

I was shocked, honestly. As good as my mom was at fucking and sucking I was sure she had had anal sex before.

"Seriously? You've never had anal?"

She shook her pretty head no.

"It wasn't ever something I thought would be fun, but, we're breaking all the rules tonight already, so, I figure, what the hell..."

I smiled. I was going to take my mother's virgin ass. I could not have been more ecstatic.

You have to understand, my mother was 36 and had obviously been around the block a few times -- hell she had a kid at 18 -- but for me to be able to fuck her in a way she had never been fucked before...

that just blew my mind.

"Ok," I said, "Get on your hands and knees..."

She quickly got up on her knees, facing the back of the couch so her pretty ass was sticking high in the air as she leaned against the back cushions of the couch.

She looked over her shoulder at me as I got behind her.

"Be gentle baby, ok?"

I nodded and leaned down and gently started running my tongue over her tight, virgin asshole.

"Oooooooohhhhhhh...." she moaned in pleasure. Obviously she wasn't expecting that.

I spread her cheeks apart wide and pushed my wet tongue into her tight butthole. 

I started fucking her ass with my tongue as she moaned and squirmed with pleasure.

"oh God Jason....that feels sooooo good when you lick mommy's ass..."

This got me even more excited and so I took my thumb and shoved it into her cunt.

She jumped a little and then pushed back against my face with her ass as I buried myself in her round, luscious cheeks.

My tongue pumped in and out of her virgin hole, my thumb pressing deeper and deeper into her, making her wetter and hotter.

"Oh Jason...fuck...I LOVE it...make mommy cummm..."

I started rubbing her clit now as she started writhing against my fingers and my face. I then moved my tongue down to her pussy which was dripping juices at that point.

She rode my fingers and I felt her starting to cum again as she moaned loudly.

"OH JASON..YYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS...MOMMY'S CUMMMINNNGGG!!!!" she wailed as I felt her gush all over my fingers and hands and face.

I lapped up her sweet juices as they ran down her thighs.

It was amazing. I was eating my mother's pussy as she came all over my face.

I leaned forward and put my fingers to my mom's lips. Instantly she took them in her mouth and started sucking on them.

She moaned and squirmed, tasting her own juices. I watched her lick my fingers clean as she looked back at me over her left shoulder.

"Ok baby...now please..fuck mommy in the ass..."

That was all the motivation I needed. I took my cock, which at that point was back to being hard as a rock, and rubbed the head up and down the lips of her still dripping cunt.

I made the head glisten with her juices as she moaned,

"Jason, stop teasing me and put it in my ass baby....please...."

Her voice saying to me was almost enough to send me over the edge...but again, I held back.

This was too good to be true and there was no way I was going to blow it -- no pun intended.

Once I got the head of my cock and the shaft nice and wet and slick I slide my cock betweent the cheeks of her ass.

It was heavenly. Watching it slide between those two perfect mounds of flesh, and feeling her hot asshole against the underside of my cock as she flexed it instinctively....wow!

She wanted it bad.

I was so turned on I couldn't believe it. Again she looked back at me,

"Jason...pleeeeeeeeeeease...fuck mommy in the ass...please baby? I want it..."

My God that woman knew exactly what to say and how to say it.

I smiled and pressed the slick head against her asshole. She jumped a little, not expecting it.

I spread her cheeks apart wide as I guided the head into her. She moaned and squirmed a bit as I felt the head slide into her butthole.

"OH MY GOD!" she said loudly, "It's so fucking tight...fuck...your cock's so big in there baby..."

I slowly pushed a little harder and a little deeper, inching my way inside of my mother's asshole.

I could feel her squeezing it, instinctively trying to force it out.

"Mom, try and relax...just try and take it all in..."

"Ok baby..." she said in a small voice. I could tell it was hurting her, but at the same time she seemed to be very turned on.

Her pussy was dripping again and it showered my balls as I rubbed against her.

I was half way inside my mom's ass. She was moaning and telling me to stop, but I kept inching it in deeper and deeper. I knew that if I stopped now she wouldn't let me put it back in.

I'd been down that road too many times before.

"Jason, please baby...it hurts..."

I ignored her cries and kept pushing deeper and deeper. Finally her asshole gave in and my cock slid all the way up inside of her with one quick thrust.

"OH MY GOOOOOOOOD!!!!" she cried out. I knew it had hurt her, but I was waiting to see what happened next.

To my surprise she wanted more.

"FUCK, Jason...it hurts...but at the same time..it feels really good...."

"Do you want me to fuck you in the ass mom?"

She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled coyly again.

"Yes baby...fuck mommy in the ass....please baby give mommy the best assfucking ever..."

With that I slowly pulled my cock out of her ass and then slowly pushed it back in. I had learned my lesson when it came to assfucking, and until the girl was comfortable with the sensation, if you started pumping like a maniac, you'd never get back in again. So I started off slow, working my way up faster and faster. My mom was moaning and would sometimes cry out in pain if I pushed too deep, but she wanted more.

She didn't want me to stop and I wasn't going to even if she did. 

I started fucking my mother's ass like a jackhammer. My balls slapped against her wet pussy lips while I drove my rod deeper and deeper into her tight, virgin butthole.

She screamed in a mix of pleasure and pain, but never told me stop. My cock filled her up as I grabbed her hips, pounding away at her ass.

"OH GOD JASON...FUCK YESSSS....FUCK MOMMY'S TIGHT LITTLE ASSHOOOOLE....YEEEEESSSS.....FUCK ME LIKE YOUR DIRTY WHORE MOTHER...."

I couldn't believe the langauge coming out of my mom's mouth, but then again, considering everything we were doing, I shouldn't have been surprised.

It finally got to the point where I was going to cum. I felt it approaching and so I moaned it out,

"Fuck Mom, I'm going to cuuuuuuummm..."

This seemed to excite her even more and she said,

"Oh God Yes, Jason, I want you to cum in Mommy's butt....shoot that hot cum up my dirty little asshole..."

That was it. My mother talking dirty like that finally sent me over the edge and I unleashed an enormous amount of semen into my mom's asshole.

I saw stars as I pumped my cock into her ass again and again, my hot, thick cum filling up her ass so much it started to spill out and run down her pussy and thighs.

"OH FUCK YESSSSSS!!!!!" I cried out. My mom rocked back and forth on my cock as I shot my load into her.

"OH JASON...oh fuck...baby...oh yes...my little boy...cum for mommy....shoot your cum in mommy's asss....mmmm..."

All I could do was just stand there as I felt wave after wave of my orgasm pass through me. It was mind numbing how good it felt.

I felt stream after stream of cum erupt from my balls as I filled my mother up with my hot cum.

Finally I felt it start to subside, but my mom couldn't get enough. She kept sliding forward and backward on my cock,

"Mmmmmm yes Jason...GOD I love your cock in my ass....."

I couldn't believe it...I had made my mom into an assfucking whore. She LOVED it and I was all too happy to give it to her anytime she wanted.

But right then and there I had to stop. I pulled out of my mother's ass with an audible pop as cum oozed out of her ass, running down her pussy lips and dripping onto the couch.

I staggered backwards looking at my mom as she turned to look at me smiling and said,

"That's my baby boy...."

I was in ecstasy. Then, my mom took one of her hands and pushed her fingers into her gaping asshole.

She slowly slid them in and out as she looked at me.

"mmmmm baby....you made mommy a fucking slut tonight..."

I watched then as she took her cum covered fingers out of her ass and put them into her mouth, licking and sucking my cum off of them.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My mother, the woman who just a few hours ago was sitting down to watch a movie with her only son, was now licking his cum off of her fingers after getting drilled in the ass by him.

It was un-fucking-believable.

I just stood there in awe as my mother looked me in the eye while she continued to scoop my cum out of her ass and swallow it.

Who knew my mom was a beautiful, filthy fucking whore?

When I regained my coherence I sat down on the couch. My mom leaned down and started cleaning my cock off.

She looked up at me as she said,

"I have to make sure my little man is nice and clean..."

When she was finished she curled up next to me. I held her close.

"Mom, that was amazing...." I said softly.

"I know baby...I'm glad we did it. I love you so much..." she said before kissing me on the lips like she had so often putting me to sleep.

I looked at her with the eyes of a child and responded softly,

"I love you too, mommy...."

That night we slept in her bed together and every night after.

We had sex all the time and I never moved out of the house. None of the family ever found out and I don't think anybody ever knew, but some of my mom's friends had their suspicions.

In fact, one time a friend of my mom's came on to me, but that is another story for another time.

As for this story, let's just say happy endings really do come true.



Like Mother, Like Son



I stumbled wearily into the front entry, frustrated by another fruitless "date". I should have given up long ago, but when my well-intentioned workmates try so hard to hook me up, I feel like I owe it to them to at least give it a go. I can't remember the last time I actually had a good lay, or even a good conversation, during one of these nights out. So like many middle-aged women, who are in their sexual prime, I resort to my toys, my imagination, and my understanding of what makes me feel good. I kick off my heels on the entry rug, hang my purse up on the hook, and let my hair down as I bump into the hallway walls on the way to the kitchen. I had already drank too much tonight, as the schmuck who I was with tried to get me loose enough to take advantage of. It almost worked, as I am so desperate that I would let almost anyone fuck me, even without the benefit of alcohol. But poor George is even more of a lightweight than I am, and he passed out cold before he even had all my clothes off. So I tucked him into his king sized bed, buttoned back up, and left a lipstick note on his mirror to not bother calling back.

Two things I like about driving at three a.m.: there is hardly any traffic, and there are hardly any cops. So I made it home in one piece, even if I did run a couple red lights and drove up on the curb a few times. Sometimes I stay the night at the guy's place, but mornings are just too awkward, and they seem to think that I really want them if I stay over. I made it home just before dawn, but I didn't want to press my luck trying to squeeze into the garage, so left my Audi in the driveway, behind a pickup that I didn't recognize. In the familiar environs of my kitchen, I pour myself a glass of iced green tea and pad out to the patio, intending to kick back on a comfy chaise lounge and play with my poor neglected pussy. Our home sound system is tuned to a mellow jazz station, like it usually is after dark. Above the music I can hear voices and laughs coming from the hot tub in the middle of the back yard. It's not the first time I have heard Tommy with a girl friend out there.

He wanted to stay with me during this summer break, after his sophomore year at the U, as he and his dad had a falling out last year. Not surprising, as Nick is so damn uptight he has a falling out with everyone he knows, sooner or later. I don't know why I put up with his shit so long, but once I left him I felt like I was born again socially, spiritually, and sexually. I made a promise to myself to live every day to the fullest, so I would not have to look back on my life with any regrets. I tried explaining my decision to Tommy, once when he confronted me about my late nights and drinking, and my immodest dress. He seemed to understand, and I have even noticed him relaxing in many little ways since that conversation. I hope that he is able to get in touch with his true self while he is still young, before he gets stuck in a career or a relationship that limits his freedom.

I stand at the edge of the patio, my elbows on the redwood rail, and try to hear what they are saying out in the spa. I hear moaning above the sound of the jets, and I feel my twat tingle, I can't resist sliding my fingers under the hem of my thin summer dress. I hardly ever wear panties any more, in case I need to offer someone easy access to my treasure, but I do wear a garter and thigh-high fishnets on most of my dates, trying to make my intentions clear, but alas... The voices get louder from the middle of the yard, but I can't make out any female ones... hmmmmm, interesting! I suspected that Tommy experimented with other boys during high school, as he attended an all male boarding academy, and you know what they say goes on in those places... hormones going wild and all. But I have seen him going out with some cute girls this summer, and I even catch him checking ME out when I wear my shortest skirts or lowest cut blouses. Maybe he is taking my "lectures" to heart, and not limiting himself to one gender... 

I try to respect Tommy's privacy and space, but my legs propel themselves out into the yard, so I have no choice but to follow. The spa is covered by a redwood gazebo roof, but is open on all four sides. Several bushes and a fountain are scattered around the acre, while dense vines climb the fence around the perimeter, secluding my yard from the neighbors' lawns almost entirely. I have caught the boy on one side, and the landscaper on the other, eyeing me at times when I sun myself nearly nude on my grass. So I try to give them a show to remember me by, I want to keep them "cumming" back for more, right? This morning I sneak up on my son and his companions, moving from bush to bush, silent in the damp grass, until I am about twenty feet away. The underwater lights cast a wavy blue glow on the naked wet flesh, and through an opening in the bush that separates me from them, I see four male bodies. All young, all muscular, all nude, and all very sexy! I left my tea back on the rail, so now both hands are free to pleasure myself, and they know what to do.

There's just enough light for me to make out what is happening, and it soon becomes apparent that my son is on his knees in the middle of the spa. He is sucking on one cock (quite skillfully, I must add) while stroking another hard-on that is pointed at the side of his face. Meanwhile his ass (a nice muscular one) is being pounded mercilessly by a third piece of hard meat! Wow, I am so turned on by now that my twat is gushing, and my ass hole is quivering with desire. I shove three fingers in my quim and reach behind with my other hand, working two fingers in my butt. I try to keep quiet, but the young men in front of me are so into what they are doing, making so much noise, that I have nothing to worry about.

I hear one of them shout "Switch!" and the three rotate one position clockwise.

Tommy doesn't move, just reaches down to fondle his own boner, begging them to give him their cocks back, and groaning lustily as his mouth and ass are simultaneously stuffed again. His enthusiasm is palpable, obviously enjoying being used by these strong studs. The one in his mouth holds him by the hair while he fucks his face, the one getting a hand-job reaches back and holds his ass cheeks wide apart, the lucky stiff behind him pistoning in and out of his slick ass like a machine...

"Oh, yeah!" one of them hisses," You're a better slut than my girlfriend, and she is a hot one!"

Another one adds, "Yeah, you should teach my girl how to suck a cock, you're the best I've ever had!"

"Mfff, thank you!" Tommy responds, taking the cock out of his throat momentarily, and then swallowing it deep.

"Where do you want your reward, Bitch?" the other asks. 

That makes me cringe a bit, but my son doesn't seem to mind. I confess to being a slut, but a bitch is something else entirely, I hope he will realize the difference someday. Society tries to make us ashamed of being sexual creatures, but I reject that idea. I am fully free to explore my libido and my fantasies, and am proud of who I am and what I am, even if most people think a slut is a bad thing. I am happy to be one. I believe the world would be a better place if more people were honest with themselves and people around them. Lots of girls dress provocatively just to get attention or gifts from men, while inside they still hate sex, guys, even themselves. Not me, I like the attention (and even some gifts) but I like to share what I have. If someone can be encouraged or inspired by me showing off my body, then great! There doesn't have to be any touch, or even talk. Sometimes I can connect with a person (man, woman, teenager or toothless old geezer) with just a quick look. I can see it in their eyes. I might seem like I'm teasing, but if I can tell that there is some interest, I try to let them know I'm available. I smile, sometimes I'll wink, sit down or stand next to them, and strike up a conversation. Usually we just end up chatting over a drink or a coffee, but occasionally it will go to the next level. I love to have sex in the outdoors, sometimes in semi-public places. Parked cars, horse-drawn carriages, taxis, elevators, restaurants, subway stations, churches, parks, wherever the desire gets too strong to resist... 

So it seems like Tommy, my only son, is a lot like me.

"Cum on my face, my chest, I don't care, just give me your cum...!" he says, "Cum!" 

And they do, the cock in his ass pulls out and stands next to the one who was in his mouth. Three big hard cocks are all pointed at his face as they start to shoot almost simultaneously. Soon his face is covered in the rich sticky juice, and it drips off his chin onto his pecs and washboard abs. Smiling through the coating, Tommy leans back and strokes himself furiously until his own load shoots up and lands on top of the rest. He lays back and rubs the lotion into his tan skin, from his legs up to his face, finally licking the remnants off his fingers. The other young men slowly get out of the spa and chuckle nervously, furtively glancing at each other. As I head back toward the house, I hear my son panting.

" Well, was I right? Am I as good as fucking a girl?"

A moment's silence and then all three answer at the same time.

"Yeah, you were right"

"I gotta admit, it WAS hot"

"I wish my girl would let me try her ass for a change"

"I'd love to d p my girl, or at least spit roast her, but she won't consider another guy"

"I never thought I would enjoy sex with another guy, but this was fun"

"So are you gay, Tommy? Does this mean we're all gay?"

"Aw, come on guys. Don't get hung up on a word," Tommy answered. "It's just a label, it doesn't tell the whole story, right? I mean we all have girlfriends and all, so..."

"So what are you then, if you're not gay?" one persisted.

"I am bisexual, I am a...."

"Slut?"

"Yeah, that's it, a man-slut... and proud to be one!"

"Well, I won't argue with that, and I won't hold it against you either," another laughed.

"Thanks, guys!" I heard my son say. "That was about the hottest night of sex I ever had, but I am totally spent, I gotta crash now, and if you all wanna stay here, the family room's all yours..."

I had slipped down the hallway to my bedroom, as the boys filed into the kitchen.

"Thanks, I probably AM too beat to drive home," one sighed as I heard the fridge door open. "I need a Gatorade or two after that workout"

"Yeah, me too, and another beer would taste great now."

I hear bottles being opened and being guzzled.

"Okay, g'night, Tom-boy!"

"See ya in the morning, more like afternoon!"

"Sweet dreams, boyfriend!" they all teased. I heard him stagger closer in the hallway, and as he passed my open door, froze in his tracks.

"Mom!" Tommy whispered, "When did you get home?" He must have seen my silhouette against the brightening eastern sky.

"Oh, about an hour or so ago," I whispered too, so his friends couldn't hear, pulling Tommy into my room, quietly closing the door.

"Then did you see anything?"

"Oh yes, I saw and heard it all, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I was so horny..."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean for—horny, you say?"

"Yes, turned on like you wouldn't believe, and I am so proud of you!"

"Proud? Of me?"

"Absolutely, you are learning about what you like, going out and getting it, being honest with yourself and others, taking chances, enjoying life, expanding your horizons, the future is bright for you! I wish I knew what you know when I was your age."

"I guess you have a point there, you really got me thinking lately, and I've been watching you and learning from you..."

"So, are you really too beat to play any more...?" I couldn't help asking, just in case. I had one hand fondling my son's soft (but still respectable sized) cock, but it refused to rise to the occasion.

"Yeah, I am afraid so, can I get a rain check? Those guys really did me in just now!" Tommy explained, letting his hands travel down my scantily clad body.

The digits of one hand worked all around my soaking cunt, while the others explored my ass crack and wiggled their way up my dark hole.

"But I bet those three could get up for another round, if you want to..."

"Aw, they wouldn't be interested in an old lady like me, would they?" I ventured hopefully.

"Are you kidding? You're hot, Mom, and if I weren't so damn tired and sore I'd do you myself right now! I've heard them compare you to their girlfriends, always favorably, I might add... if you get in there soon, I'm sure you could have some fun before they all pass out," he prodded.

Seems like he really wanted me to go and take care of his friends, or maybe he wanted me to enjoy myself, it doesn't matter much, as I could think of no reason not to do both. I thanked Tommy with a hot, deep, soulful kiss that left my knees knocking, sent him to bed, and took off towards the family room. When I entered, the guys were clad in their swim trunks, laying around on various couches and groggily replaying the events that had gone before. I took a deep breath and strode into their midst, rendering them momentarily speechless.

"What have you boys done to my son?" I demanded with a gleam in my eyes, "He is unable to keep his eyes open, let alone give his poor mom the fucking she deserves and needs..."

The look in these youngsters' eyes was priceless, and I couldn't help but notice the growing bulges in their shorts.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Henderson," one of them pleaded.

"Not as sorry as I am, but you have a chance to make it up to me now, if you can..." I coaxed.

"What can we do for you?" another inquired.

"Get those damn shorts off and FUCK ME!" I cried.

In a flash they were all nude, their hard cocks pointed straight at me. I suddenly felt over-dressed, but only for a second, as I felt my damp dress being lifted up, exposing my bare ass first, then my back and then it was over my head and cast aside. My long brunette curls hung down to my tits, tickling my nipples as they stood out begging for attention.

"God, you look so fine!" I heard one of them gush.

"Stockings and garter belt, so classy," his friend added.

"You look more sexy than my girl by a long shot!" the third one commented.

I felt so alive and appreciated as the center of attention here, basking in their admiration.

"You all think my Tommy is a slut? Well, you ain't seen nothin' yet, boys... He got that way from my genes, but he doesn't have my experience, not yet anyway!"

They all grinned stupidly while I knelt down and grabbed two of their throbbing pieces, guiding them in front of my face. I alternated sucking and stroking them while I felt a pair of hands and a mouth on my butt cheeks. I looked back for a few seconds, watching as the young stud rimmed me and massaged my glutes energetically.

"Oh yeah, get me ready for your hard cocks, big boy!"

That was the last words from me for a while, as my head was yanked back to the boners before me, and I was ruthlessly face fucked alternately. Someone was mauling my hanging tits, while the guy with his tongue up my anus switched from kneading to spanking my jiggling ass cheeks. I nodded my head in agreement, smiling around the potent prong that was buried in my throat. The tongue abandoned my rectum, leaving a gaping void I couldn't abide, but only for a second or two. A thick cock head took its place, worming its way past my rubbery sphincter aggressively.

"What a SLUT!" He shouted behind me as he drove his long ramrod down my barrel.

I fucked back onto him, feeling his cum-filled balls bouncing against my drenched pussy and clit. I clenched my anal muscles around the welcome invader, glad that I keep in shape with my toys, even through the long droughts of real cock. The poor youngster didn't know what he was getting into, and in less than a minute he bellowed that he was cumming. I relished the sensation as the first two blasts bathed my colon in liquid warmth, before I pulled away, reaching back to hold his pulsing member, aiming it at my cheeks and crack until spent. The exhausted boy collapsed on his back with a thud, chest heaving and eyes closed, an ear to ear smile covering his face.

"One down, two to go," I thought aloud.

Guiding one of them, supine, to the lush carpet, I followed closely until my hungry cunt hovered just above his shiny, engorged cock-head. Using all my will power, I hesitated there, guiding his friend around behind me until I felt his missile aimed at my oozing back door. Pulling him into me, while at the same time dropping myself onto the thrusting cock under me, I felt my own orgasm building with the double invasion I was experiencing. Closing my eyes I let the waves wash over me, letting the strong boys use my body as they wished, wanting them to have a taste of the joy I felt. Not realizing that my body still had an unfed hunger, I was pleasantly surprised when I felt a cock rubbing against my face. Thinking that the third young man had revived for a finale, I opened my mouth to let him fuck my throat. When I opened my eyes and looked up, however, I found my own son gazing down at me with a smoldering look.

"I just couldn't sleep, knowing you were out here having fun like this, and making so much noise..." he explained as he fed me his perfect penis.

I tried to keep my eyes open as the waves kept crashing over my body and soul, but it became harder to stay conscious as the storm intensified... Unaware of time and place any more, all I could feel was cock, sex, pleasure, joy, fulfillment, energy, and cum. Delightful, delicious, desiring, firing, exploding, shooting, blasting, wet, warm, white, sticky, slick, dripping, oozing, pooling, puddling, cuddling, raining, draining, smoking, stroking, fading, wading, darkening, dropping, dreaming, grounding, surrounding, soothing, blissful basking, spreading, shedding, fingering, lingering, flowing, glowing, swirling, unfurling, shrinking, winking, blinking, faintly thinking, deeply drinking, squeezing, breathing, writhing, resting, sleeping, snoozing, covering, hovering, lifting, drifting into outer space, falling into the abyss... And after what seemed like eons, a brilliant light, from the distance shooting toward me, almost blinding and searing, bolting, jolting, jabbing, stabbing, trying, prying ... 

I woke with a start, the bright mid-morning sun making me squint. Momentarily disoriented, I looked around the brightening room and saw four nude young men sprawled out on the furniture and the floor, breathing softly. My sore pussy and ass-hole throbbed numbly, my long dark hair was caked with dried sperm, my skin tight from the dried cum of my four virile lovers. I smiled to myself as I stood up, stretched my weary back and legs. Unclipping my garter belt, I lazily slid it and my stockings down my firm legs, and strolled out to the hot tub. Easing my abused bones into the therapeutic water, I lay back and let the jets do their magic on my tingling pores, letting my mind travel back a few hours to relive the excitement... Proud of how I handled those young studs, apprehensive of how they might see me the day after, but eagerly anticipating our next time together, if they will... My fingers tweaked and twisted my erect nipples, sliding down, gently stroking around and in my happy honey-pot, one hand wandering back to soothe my satisfied sphincter, I found myself amazingly becoming aroused yet again.

"You really ARE a slut," I chided myself, "a wanton, insatiable, unbridled, unreformable, unapologetic slut!"

Feeling rejuvenated, I pull myself out of the bubbly spa and strut back toward the house. I hear a rustling in the greenery along the fence line and, knowing that I am being spied on, I shake my butt temptingly at my unseen fan.

"Someday... I will have to do something about him..." I muse.




Like Mother, Like Son



I busy myself in the kitchen, sunshine streaming through the huge windows, wanting to provide my new lovers with all the energy and nourishment they need for the day... and whatever it may hold in store. Two pots of coffee, a pitcher of orange juice, sliced fresh fruit, granola and yogurt, fried potatoes, scrambled eggs, toast and jam, sausage and bacon, I work as quickly and efficiently as I can. I had changed the home stereo system from jazz to a rhythm and blues station, donned my favorite apron to protect my otherwise naked flesh, as I sing along with the music. I am so into what I am doing that I don't hear him come in. I am bent over, placing the meat beside the eggs in the oven to keep them warm, when a pair of strong hands grabs my breasts and pulls me back. Next I feel a hot piece of steel pipe slide into my exposed crack, I smell my heightening arousal as I buck back into his hardness, the moist friction there overshadowing the heat from the oven and stove-top. I look back and see the loving, lusting smile of my only son, before his mouth covers mine and we share a deep, wet, hungry kiss.

His hands are still assaulting my boobs as he says, "I didn't get a chance earlier to sample either of these orifices, and you did say I could have a rain check, so..."

With that he grabbed me by the hips and dropped me over the island. My breasts were flopping out the top of my apron, grinding into the fruit juice that still puddled on the cutting board. I feel additional strong hands grabbing my knees, and I let them have their way with my body, glad that I had already drunk two cups of strong java. My energy is returning quickly, but the only muscles I need to exercise now are those inside my holes. 

"Are you really gonna fuck your own mom?" I hear one of the youngsters ask.

"Hell yeah, you all had her already, and I just can't resist...!" Tommy responds.

"Oh man, that is SO hot!"

"God, she really IS a slut, isn't she?!"

"You are one lucky dude, man! I wish she was MY mom!"

"Oh yeah, Mrs. Henderson, are you really gonna let him fuck you?"

"Damn right, boys, if he doesn't get going soon, I'm gonna fuck him myself!"

So I let them hold me steady over the kitchen island, one holding each of my legs spread, while another held my shoulders, as my dear son entered the canal he came out of almost twenty years ago. Tommy and I were speechless, but the other guys kept a running commentary.

"Man, that is so FUCKing hot!"

"Oh SHIT, I never dreamed...!"

"I wouldn't believe it if I wasn't here in person."

We all stared at the place where mother and child were connected in forbidden union, moaning as the good son began to thrust in and out, faster and deeper... I glanced at the other three erections and just had to do something. So I took one in each hand, stroking the hard columns, stuck my neck out until my lips touched the one in front of me. And felt my son -- my lover-- pull his perfect cock all the way out of my grasping gash, disappointed for the long two seconds it took for him to reposition himself at my back entrance. My hungry anus opened up to his dark tower in an irresistible invitation, his entire length being swallowed up by my bowels in one smooth movement. Catching his breath for a few seconds, he stood over my back, watching his buddies ravage me, hearing them talk dirty about me, until he started pumping in and out of my happy butt. On the in strokes, his balls would slap my pussy lips, his weight forcing my clit against the corner of the cutting board, the friction sending me into an ever-heightening orgasmic orbit. I concentrated on the other three cocks as long as I could, stroking and sucking until I came powerfully, with a shudder and a scream. I felt my son's cock responding to my clenching ass muscles, pumping my colon full of his precious seed in several powerful pulses. Through my mental and physical fog, I was faintly aware of the three friends shouting their climaxes, as they covered my damp hair in a fresh volley of semen, then coating my face, neck, and shoulders with their rich offering. I slumped over the wood block, while aftershocks of my orgasm racked my body in spasms. I tried to will my mind back to the present, but I still felt like I was in a dream world. Finally I felt Tommy move, sliding his semi-soft penis out of my dripping ass, before he fell to the floor and leaned back against the cabinets in the corner.

"God mom, you are absolutely dynamite!" he panted.

"She sure is!" his buddies cried in unison, and in the afterglow, I began to feel renewed power from the adoration my lovers offered.

"You boys are gonna need your energy today, so you'd better eat and drink up!" I cheerfully teased, as I placed the food and drink out on the counter, with plates, glasses and flatware.

"Oh? What do you have planned for us today, hmmm?" one of them teased back.

"I'm sure we will 'cum' up with something interesting," I said with a wink, "I've discovered a gold mine, and I have lots of catching up to do!"

One of them groaned in exhaustion, "We may have to call in some reinforcements, or you might do us in!"

"Whatever you need to do, I will trust your judgment... but if you're looking for volunteers, I am sure the boy next door would gladly join in...!"

By now the three had piled their plates and were rapidly devouring their brunch, so they were silent as they chewed thoughtfully.

"You mean little Jimmy?" My son asked as he hauled his strong frame off the floor and began to pile his own plate high. "He has told me more than once that he would give his left nut to be with you, mom, and I am almost positive he is still a virgin..."

"Oh, he certainly is, but he's not so little any more, I have caught glimpses of him jerking off at the fence while I was out sunbathing in my 'special suit'... and his penis is almost as impressive as yours..." I purred while eying Tommy's growing member. "And his folks are afraid he is gay, so we may do them all a favor by getting him initiated, the sooner the better!" I enthused.

I didn't feel it necessary to mention that I had spied Jimmy jerking off while watching Tommy sunbathing too, while I was inside my bedroom. Maybe he was more like my son than he realized... 

All five of us retreated into our own inner thoughts, nude around the dining room table, sometimes exchanging glances, sometimes staring off into space, gaining strength by the minute. I had never felt younger or sexier, as my face, hair, and upper body shone with the fresh semen of three young studs, while my son's warm load gradually leaked out of my asshole, soaking my chair cushion and my crotch. I'm not sure what the young men were thinking, but I was trying to dream up all the combinations and sexual positions that could be possible with these four studs, their buddies, and even their girlfriends...!



Like Mother Like Son



She angrily pulled back her dark hair, grinding her teeth as her long fingers yanked at wayward strands in pure annoyance. He was insufferable; it was like dealing with a toddler all over again. She straightened her clothes in the mirror with a jerky motion, before storming out of her bedroom and into the hall, where the voices of her husband and son carried up the staircase from the floor below.

They were arguing, as she had expected. From the sound of it, the topic was the same as it had been when she had gone upstairs to get changed. She had been planning on spending the day out alone, as she often did on Sundays. David, her husband, was being surprisingly firm for once, refusing to give into their son's demands. Given the topic however, it was not surprising.

"I hate it." Gabriel said flatly. "I'm not going." His lips thinned almost imperceptibly as his eyes flicked to his mother, who was coming down the staircase.

"Do we really need to have this argument again?" David was exasperated, his voice quiet and unobtrusive even in anger. It was classic David.

"I said I'm not going. I'm 19, I think I'm old enough to make the choice. I don't need to sit around listening to a bunch of pederasts go on about the sex they're never going to have," Gabriel countered belligerently, eyes narrowed on his mother. "Besides, she never goes."

David sighed loudly, shaking his head. "We're not discussing this."

"We just did," the teen said with a smirk, "and I'm sorry you can't come up with an argument that can persuade me. I hate it, I've always hated it, and I'm not going."

Suddenly, a vice-like grip was on Gabriel's arm, and he was staring into the dark, striking eyes of his mother. Usually children were supposed to have a healthy respect for their fathers, if not some fear, but he couldn't think back to a day when that had held true for him. The person he had always been wary of, was his mother. It was obvious even to outsiders that she had the backbone and made the decisions. She was hardened emotionally in a way that Gabriel had learned from a young age wasn't all that usual in a woman. She was cold and unyielding, and there was never a time when she had been the sort to coddle him or lavish attention on him. From the very start of their relationship, he had hated her with a passion so intense that it seemed to burn at his insides from the sight of her. 

His father had been softer, and the source of hugs and kisses and bedtime stories, but within a few years, much like his mother, Gabriel had begun to distance himself from such attention. He had eventually found it to be clingy and tiresome, and had regressed further and further into a shell of withdrawal. He could distinctly remember as a young child, purposefully knocking a carafe of boiling coffee onto his mother's lap, a day after she had backhanded him hard enough for his chubby, seven year-old cheek to sting painfully. He had spent several years of his childhood intentionally trying to harm her, hating her for the way she couldn't seem to care for him the way a mother should. 

She had certainly never neglected him; he had never wanted for anything, but she had never held him or brushed his hair back from his face, or cheered him on at soccer. In fact, she had never shown up for any of his games. She had laughed at him, and told him that he was stupid for pursuing such pointless things. She had handed him a knife one day and not said a word. Once a year she had given him a knife on his birthday, until he had amassed a large collection. He had forgotten about soccer, and moved onto rifles and any other weapons he could get his hands on, which had seemingly pleased her, though she had never offered any words of praise to confirm his suspicion. He had spent the majority of his life secretly trying to gain her acceptance, while simultaneously loathing her for the power she held over him. 

"You're going," she ordered frostily, her long, painted fingernails cutting into the flesh of his upper arm.

"No," he said more quietly, losing the edge to his nerve. Her eyes were black and fathomless, reminding him of a nightmarish abyss. They were rarely graced with any emotion other than anger, a fact that had tormented him as a small child. Her lips were perfect, full and tinted slightly red. The corners of her mouth were pressed together, like she was clenching her jaw. 

Without another word, she hauled him toward the doorway, even as he dragged his feet. She was stronger than she looked, but Gabriel didn't like to be towed around by anyone, and wrenched his arm free, glaring at her hatefully. 

"Mommy, are you coming?" The youngest child had emerged from another room, looking on at the scene in confusion. She was dragging along her pink rabbit, whose fur was dingy and sticky with some kind of candy. 

"You know I don't go to church, Izzy," she answered, her voice missing the darkened tinge it had held only a moment before. 

"Mom doesn't go, but we have to," Gabriel said, rubbing at his throbbing arm. 

"I like church!" Izzy exclaimed, twirling in her dress.

"Not all of us can afford to be as mindless as you," Gabriel intoned irritably, eyes still locked on his mother's.

"That will be enough of that," David said. "Get changed, you heard your mother. You're going." "Since when did you grow a dick?" Gabriel asked. 

"Gabe---"

"If he wants to stay home, let him," his mother stated suddenly, eyes glinting disconcertingly. David closed his mouth, clearly not pleased with the sudden turn of events. Gabriel frowned and raised a dark eyebrow. "He can work on his homework," she added by way of explanation. 

"I really think he should go," David, said again, though his tone wavered with uncertainty. He seemed to be quickly losing his ground, and true to form, he wasn't willing to give much by way of protest when his wife was involved. 

"Just take Izzy. Once isn't going to kill him."

Twenty minutes later, Gabriel's father and sister were gone, much to his surprise, without him. His mother had disappeared upstairs again, and he had not questioned her. She had seemed irritated (not that that was anything new), and he had already gotten away with a freed up Sunday, which he was hardly willing to squander by questioning her judgment. He had been having the argument with his father for years, and the fact that he had finally won was certainly something to celebrate. 

His dad and sister would probably be gone the entirety of the day because of Youth Group, and he figured his mother wouldn't stick around either. As a kid, he used to beg to go with her, but he had quickly grown out of that phase, only to watch her suspiciously as she gathered her things then left for hours on end to do who knows what. 

Gabriel was toying with one of his knives, spinning it noisily on the marble tabletop. It scratched at the surface, its gleaming blade shimmering in the early morning sunlight that drifted in through the immense windows of the dining room. He had his homework in front of him, due only to his mother's insistence. He fought with her often, but rarely got away with as much as he wanted to. She had a way of forcing him into things, and it had been a source of resentment for a long time. She had taken away his knives before, and his videogames, and had once gone so far as to confiscate his laptop which he had never gotten back. He was reduced to using the school computers or his father's phone when he had the chance. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a porno that wasn't the fuzzy, garbled trash recorded on an old VHS tape and left to rot in his Grandfather's garage. He sighed, palming the blade to study the crisp insignia on the hilt. 

He'd been shocked the first time he noticed the brand. The blade had been in the upstairs office, displayed in a glass case along with a few other weapons, too far away for him to discern any real details. He had always thought all that stuff belonged to David, up until he was old enough to realize that his father didn't have any interest in guns or knives or anything that caused bodily harm. They were hers, and that had fascinated him. The blade had always been displayed in the upper case, too high up for him to ever reach at that age. Then one day, for no apparent reason, she had put the knife in his hand and told him it was his. 

There was a perfect swastika on the hilt, resting in the clutches of a proud iron eagle. The blade itself was painfully thin and sharp, enough that touching it with his fingertip caused a bead of blood to emerge from his forefinger. He had been slightly disturbed when he had first learned of the blade's origins. Why would she have something of that nature? Did she really believe in that kind of thing? 

Interestingly, she had never displayed any disgust with any particular group (aside from Christians, and he still questioned why she married a devout Catholic), and was notoriously indiscriminate in her ill-temperedness. She wrote books, which was fortunate, as it meant she didn't have to work in an office setting. When he was younger, she had been a secretary, and she had frequently come home in a dark mood. He remembered that his parents had fought frequently then, though it had never involved yelling. His mother would inflict the silent treatment, and any words she uttered were particularly cold. His dad had never been one to fight her outright, and would trail after her like a beaten dog begging for the most meager of scraps. It had sickened him then, and still did, the way David just bent to her as though he had no thoughts of his own. He's practically castrated, Gabriel thought dryly. 

Strangely, Gabriel had spent his life being closer to his father, simply because the man was willing to indulge him in the things he liked, but that didn't stop Gabriel from hating the man's complacency and clinginess. As a teen, he had begun avoiding even his father, who now doted on Izzy, who was much more receptive to the attention than Gabriel had ever been. Izzy even attempted to win their mother's affection, which had angered him. The jealousy had come to a pinnacle when his mother started buying clothing and toys for her, something she had never done for him. Gabriel's father had always picked out and provided such things for him. 

Eventually he had pushed Izzy down the staircase and broken her arm, and she was frightened enough of him that she had never told. His mother had watched him across the table that same night, and he had flinched under her intensity, his palms sweaty as he stared back, suddenly certain that she knew what he had done. He hadn't slept that night, curled in a fetal position, his body drenched in a cold sweat, his pajamas sticking to him like a second skin. He had never been so frightened of her. She hadn't even said anything, but that had only increased the terror he felt, as he imagined all the things she could possibly do to him. She had never really hurt him physically, besides a slap or a spanking, both of which had been scarier when he was threatened with them, than when they actually had happened. 

He was pulled from his reverie as he heard her footsteps. She was light on her feet, but the old floorboards of the house gave her away. She was dressed impeccably as usual, and he was finally given the opportunity to admire her outfit without his father around to notice. Not that David ever noticed anything. She was wearing a pair of tight grey slacks that hugged the curves of her lower body in a way that made Gabriel swallow and thrum his fingers on the counter in distraction. His thoughts should have made him horrified, but unfortunately they were nothing new. He had long since grown accustomed to his strange feelings regarding his mother. He ignored the nagging voice in his head, refusing to filter his thoughts.

The pants were paired with a white dress shirt, which tapered at the waist in a way that was very complimentary. His eyes lingered a little too long when he realized she was wearing a black bra underneath. She was shrugging on a leather coat, the smooth lambskin one his father had bought for her a few years previous, which caused her white blouse to cling very provocatively to her chest. He caught a glimpse of black, lacy bra through the gap in the buttons.

She had a way about her that he had never fully understood. She was vain, but never flaunted her sexuality; everything was quietly confident. She had never worn a skirt or dress that he had seen, but she got her nails done regularly and kept her black hair styled and shining. It conflicted with everything else he knew about her. She was hateful of her own sex, which she had always made plainly obvious. He had heard her call them 'the weaker sex', which had made him frown even as a child. Yet she frequently bought girlish things for his sister Izzy, never once saying a word about it, even though she had made it clear before that she detested the focus on beauty instead of strength. 

His mother did all these things, which seemed outright hypocritical to him. She went to the gym regularly, she kept a collection of Nazi paraphernalia in the office, and there was the basement, which no one was allowed into. She kept secrets, that much was obvious, but he was still clueless as to what her motivation was behind it.

"I'm going out," she said, buttoning her coat. "I'll be back in a few hours. Keep the door locked." She eyed the stack of binders and papers, letting out a sigh. "I told you to work on that."

"I am," he claimed, leaning back on the barstool so that it was balancing on two legs. He was grinning at her. 

Gabriel was wearing his usual: the tight jeans that the kids seemed to wear, and the t-shirt that was probably a size too small and revealed a sliver of his lower stomach. He was far too thin, boarding on lanky, and the clothing only emphasized it. She would never understand youth fashion, and boys dressing like girls, with their bodies nearly on display. She allowed him to do as he wished, though she had often commented on his hair, which was on the long side and perpetually seemed to hang in his eyes. They had a name for the style, but it was lost to her. It would be over in a few years and he would move onto something else, she was sure. 

"Make sure it's done." 

A while later, he was no farther on his work, having switched on the TV to watch whatever crap was on. His hand kept traveling down his pants, but he couldn't seem to get in the mood while that bitch Martha was going on about something or other in her weird, manly voice. No, it was too strange. He tried switching channels, but that didn't seem to help. He was half hard, trying to think about anything other than what kept coming to mind. Each time he closed his eyes, he was greeted by the vision of his mother's lovely backside in the grey dress pants she had had on. She had always been his favorite fantasy, something that he had been conflicted about since it had first started to happen. 

He hated her. He knew he did. He resented her. She was apathetic and far too bossy for his liking, and she had never even attempted to be a mother to him, but yet the minute Izzy was born, she had at least acknowledged the child's existence. All he could remember of her from his childhood, was that she had instilled in him from the very start that she wasn't to be touched physically or psychologically. There were to be no hugs, no handholding, none of it, and maybe that was what had made her such a tantalizing target of his sexual fantasies. Maybe that was what had twisted his hate into something far more sinister.

He wasn't sure when it had happened, but it had. The shame had been so strong that it had become a source of self-loathing. He could think of nothing more traitorous than the strange mix of arousal and hate that his mother elicited from him. After all the years of neglecting him, the biting words, the blatant apathy toward his very existence, how could he possibly come to desire such a cruel-hearted person? How could such intense disgust morph into any kind of sexual interest? He still couldn't reason himself through it, even after ages of contemplating it. He had struggled over it for so long that it seemed pointless to fight anymore. 

There was no explanation except that he was her son, and like her, there was a part of him that was wretched and starved of sunlight. That part of him craved her, in any way she was willing to give herself to him. Because she would never consent to showing him any kind of affection, he had to resort to imagining it. Why it had to be sex, he wasn't sure, but attention was attention, and the thought of her was stronger than anyone else. 

Gabriel got up from the stool, wandering off to his room to get the book. He always used the same one. She'd done it under a penname, and he had often wanted to ask her if she was ashamed of what she had written. It was most definitely erotic, if not downright pornographic. He had found the title in her office, buried behind some other books she had published, like a dirty secret. He had wanted to take her copy, but he knew she was observant, and he had worried that she would discover that it had disappeared. He had resorted to ordering it off the internet so he could read it in its entirety. 

It was full of sodomy and torture, all of which he had found strangely to his liking. The fact that she had written it had only increased his arousal. He had often wondered if she had sat at her desk, typing and fingering herself as she wrote it. It was a picture that had the instant effect of making his cock twitch rebelliously in his jeans. He found his tattered copy, deciding on the bathroom, where he could prop it up on the sink. 

The tile was cold on Gabriel's feet as he thumbed through the book, trying to decide on which part he wanted to use. The pages were dog-eared from years ago, but over time he had learned the page numbers by heart. He started to read, his fingers automatically working at the button of his dark jeans. He sighed when he palmed his length, his thumb running over the slit, which was already beading with liquid from his anticipation. It wasn't difficult to get started, his mind walking an all too familiar path. The characters would change, and suddenly it would be him over his mother. He'd rub himself up and down between her ample cheeks teasingly, and she would already be growing impatient. Then he would lick a finger and give her a little preview, before pushing the head of his cock against her resistant little opening.

He started pulling his shirt off, hands running down his stomach and chest. He turned a page, though the text was starting to disappear on him as his imagination began to take over. He was soon thrusting into his own hand with wild abandon, his face dampening from exertion and the heat of the tiny room as midday approached, glaring through the bathroom window and making him squint down at the book.

The bang was resounding enough that he flinched, cock in hand. His pants were bundled around his calves, too tight to slide down to his ankles. His shirt was discarded in a ball on the floor. He was breathing in short gasps, having gotten to the part where the lusty king takes the shy, unwilling princess, who is engaged to his son. The air from the other room was blessedly cool on his heated skin, but couldn't compare to the icy gaze of his mother, who was standing in the doorway, one long fingered hand propped against the door, having forced it open somewhat violently. It hadn't been locked, Gabriel realized offhandedly. He never locked it, but she had torn it open anyway as she always did, because she seemed to believe that every room was hers to invade.  

He should have withered under her dark eyes, but his hand couldn't stop furiously working at his erection. A smile graced his features automatically at her look of confusion, but it disappeared when the cold sweat of fear descended onto the back of his neck like a wet cloth at the true realization of what was happening. His mother seemed to take in the scene for a second, eyes flicking to his face then to his well-endowed cock, then to the book on the countertop, the spine of which was fully visible since it had fallen onto its side from Gabriel's surprise. 




Like Mother Like Son



For once, his well-spoken mother seemed at a loss for words. He could see her swallow, her spine stiffening. He wasn't sure if she was going to slap him or kill him, but either way, his body didn't seem to be concerned. He wanted to laugh, and he wanted to cry. Damnit, say something! He thought. The fact that she hadn't left was somewhat promising, and something he had never expected. But it quickly became clear that her disgust was too much for her to currently bear; she was in overload, and blinked a few times, before snatching the book of the counter. She gave him one last look of contempt before storming out without a word, leaving him alone in the bathroom, nearly naked with the most raging hard-on of his life.



Like Mother Like Son Ch. 02



She had slammed the door, causing the glass candle holders on the sill to tinkle loudly. With that whoosh of air, she was gone. Gabriel came only seconds afterward, leaning his lithe frame against the coolness of the sink. His skin felt like it was on fire, and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. His wrist had cramped in protest from his vigorous movements, and he rotated it gingerly, listening to the joints grind. He wasn’t sure what to make of what had just happened, and he found it difficult to think at all, his head foggy from his orgasm. All he wanted was to slide down the wall and lay bonelessly on the rug. 

He realized hazily that he’d come all over the cabinets below the sink, the creamy substance looking out of place on the black paint. Some had even landed on the floor in small, but thick globs. He grimaced, and despite his urge for laziness, he washed his face in the basin, flicking the icy water onto his slightly reddened cheeks. She was angry and disgusted, that much was clear. The thought made him shudder, a strange wave of self-hatred tainting his perverse afterglow. He was as confused by his own reaction as he was hers. 

There was little that could be done. She’d seen him, and he’d more or less jerked off in front of her. He still didn’t know what the hell he had been thinking. Who just masturbates in front of their mother like that? The logical normal thing to do would have been to stop, look ashamed, yank up his jeans, and make a run for the door. But instead he had looked her right in the face like a challenge, and kept right on going. He didn’t want to think about the fact that whatever low opinion she had of him had just plummeted tenfold. Again, that strange stabbing sensation of inner disgust ravaged his gut, and the coldness of fear that had momentarily fled, returned. 

Gabriel straightened up, messily running his fingers through his lank, slightly damp hair. The bathroom stunk of his sweat, and the heat certainly wasn’t helping anything. He wasn’t going to think about it; he wasn’t going to think about her, he decided, trying not to see the slight similarities between his own features, and hers. 

After he’d cleaned up his mess and put his clothes back on, he had made his way back to the kitchen somewhat apprehensively, though feeling somewhat sated by the cool air on his skin. His clothes were sticking to him a little, but he was too jittery to bother with a shower. He figured she would have gone back to her office rather than stick around, but it paid to be cautious. She rarely spent time in any of the other parts of the house, preferring to be alone than in the company of her own family. Late at night, she went into the basement and did god knows what. His stomach leapt when he saw her dark figure looming over the unfinished homework he had left in the kitchen. 

Great, he though irritably, pulling his shirt down out of habit. That’s just terrific.

“I see you found better things to do than finish your work like I told you to,” she said, looking up. She held up the book she had taken from him, her fingers pushing into it so hard that her knuckles had gone white. Even her long, perfect nails were digging into the soft outer binding, as though damaging it would somehow damage him. “Where did you get this?”

“The internet,” Gabriel answered truthfully, somewhat concerned but refusing to let it show. “You’re not very good at hiding your writing style,” he commented, deciding to come clean. “Seems pointless to use a different penname.” He couldn’t help but smirk at her when she took a few steps closer, her expression dangerous. Despite his grin, he felt like his stomach had evacuated into his throat.

This is it, thought the logical part of him hopelessly. 

“What were you doing in the bathroom?” she questioned, catching him off guard entirely.      

“Reading,” he answered automatically, unable to suppress the smile that was relentlessly pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I thought that was pretty obvious.” 

He knew he should have been more cautious, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. If he was going to screw this up, he was going to do it all the way, and with a smile. He was tired of losing to her, and to top it off, she was paying attention, even if it was negative, and that was enough for him. He hated how fucked up she had made him. The anger that always accompanied this revelation quickly began roiling with the childish need for her to focus on him.  

“You know what I’m talking about,” she persisted. He searched her face for some sign of how she felt, but he could find nothing. He wasn’t sure how to take that. 

“I was taking advantage of a book,” Gabriel answered. “Why, do I need to tell you when I do that too?”

She slapped him hard enough that his head was turned to the side by the force. It stung, and more than just his cheek. She had been doing it more and more frequently, but he found that instead of enraging him, it caused his cock to twitch in interest. He should have been pissed at her. He hated her. He knew underneath all the other bizarre feelings he had for her, that it was all founded in loathing of the purest variety. 

He grabbed her by the wrist, hard enough that he could hear the delicate bones creak. Even holding her by the arm was somehow pleasant, sending strange little sparks through him that pooled in his groin. He felt like his body was trying to connect with hers, even if it meant pain. His mother’s look became ugly very quickly, twisted with a malice that he rarely had the opportunity to witness. She only reserved it for the lowliest of scum, as far as he had seen. All it proved was that she hated him, he knew she did. She’d made it obvious from the start, and somehow, it hurt, even after years of accepting it. He hated the power she wielded so mercilessly, so cruelly. Her tiniest barb toward him so easily became something of a mortal wound that left him even more vulnerable. 

“What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?” he asked, trying to keep his voice from wavering. “Is it just that I exist? Is that it? Are you sorry I was born at all?” 

“Don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” she ordered, prying her arm from his grasp none too gently. Her long nails dug mercilessly into the skin of his own arm, hard enough to leave marks. He made no attempt to stop her.    

“I think I deserve to know why. At least give me that.”

That seemed to set her off, for she released his arm as though his very flesh were repugnant. “Finish your fucking homework,” she said sweeping passed him. “And get a damn haircut,” she added over her shoulder.

The next several days were tenuous at best with his mother. She had been in the basement for the last two, which was hardly what could be considered an improvement. His father had even expressed concern over her absence, quietly admitting that she hadn’t been to bed either. She must have kept a small fridge down there, because he had seen her buy things that never ended up in the family cabinets. Most of it was liquor and snack foods, both of which he’d never seen her imbibe. He knew she drank however, as he had smelled it on her breath many times before. She was, what many would consider, an alcoholic, though Gabriel tried not to think of it that way. 

Izzy was being even more irritating than usual, buzzing around the kitchen in another one of her frilly dresses and poking their father, who was trying to arrange dinner. David was gone most of the day, but came home in the evenings. With their mother in the basement, Gabriel had been unwillingly left to tend to Izzy, though he had mostly ignored her, even resorting to going to his mother’s office and locking the door just to keep away from her. Izzy had sat outside the door and cried, which hadn’t impacted him in the least. She was a spoiled little brat, so he couldn’t figure out what on earth she had to cry about. It had been a relief when their dad had come home, easily falling into the role of caretaker. 

“Did Claire come out today?” David asked his son, looking up from what his was cooking.

“What do you think?” Gabriel muttered, eyes focused on the television above the island. 

His dad made no response to his sarcasm, instead paying attention to the chattering Izzy, who was trying to show him her dingy, stuffed bunny. 

Dinner was noisy, with Izzy conversing with her stuffed animals, which wouldn’t have been allowed at the table had their mother been present. Their father was less concerned about such things, and rarely denied the youngest child whatever she wanted. Gabriel watched her, making no attempt to hide his annoyance. He pushed his food around his plate, as he often did. Finally, too bored to carry on the charade, he took his plate to the kitchen and scraped everything into the garbage, trying to tune out the sounds of his little sister asking ‘where’s mommy?’ over and over again in her gratingly childish voice. It only took a few more proclamations before he could stand it no longer. 

“She hates you and she’s never coming out again,” he said, smiling at Izzy as he came around the island. 

“Gabe, what did I tell you about talking to your sister like that?”

Gabriel only rolled his eyes and kept walking. He should have gone to his room---that was where he intended on going---but soon enough he found himself at the short, dark staircase that led to the door of the basement. He’d never been inside, not even once. He did know that there was even a bathroom down there (which meant she could probably live down there for weeks if she truly wanted), and that was only because they had redone the plumbing several years back in most of the house, and his mother had been quite belligerent about the entire thing, as it had involved strangers coming into her private room. Even then, he had not been able to catch a glimpse, though it wasn’t from a lack of trying. Mostly he just feared getting caught, which was why he hadn’t resorted to breaking the lock or something equally obvious. 

He swore he could smell incense at times, particularly late at night. There was music too, sometimes strange, haunting piano tunes, and other times heavy metal. There didn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to it, though whatever she happened to be listening to was usually loud enough for him to hear through the door. Like her, he was mostly nocturnal, rising late in the day for the most part, then spending most, if not all of the night awake---when he wasn’t in school. She was different though; he knew she rarely slept. There were times when she looked positively haggard and her temperament was even worse than usual. There would be dark circles under her eyes, then a week later she would be back to normal, as though the shadow over her had finally passed. 

At first he thought she was writing, but she spent hours in the office upstairs everyday doing that, so it seemed unlikely. She didn’t like to be interrupted and almost always had the door locked to the office, but he had gone in a few times and seen her in front of the keyboard, working on her next book. He had learned at a very young age to leave her be when she was in the middle of something, not that he bothered her much in the first place.

What was she doing down there? He wondered. He held his breath, listening intently. Hearing nothing, he ventured closer, thankful for the plush carpet on the steps that absorbed his footfalls. He pressed an ear to the door, heart beginning to thrum eagerly in his chest. He narrowed his eyes, at what he heard. He’d snuck to the door before a few times, but he’d always heard either music or voices like she was watching a movie. 

Moaning. It was distinctly moaning. The pleasurable kind. There was also the light, airy sound of classical, almost too low to be heard---was it Pachelbel? He tried to recall the name of whatever or whoever it was, but failed. He has always hated classical. His mother had forced him to listen to it as a small child, which meant all car trips with her had been filled with the quiet tinkling sounds of a piano and one of its melancholy tunes. It was just another of those small memories that had stuck with him, of his mother being perpetually in a state of distance from everyone. Even her music was antiquated, like she purposefully was making an attempt to not fit in, giving others more things to not have in common with her. Or maybe it was an elitist thing, he didn’t know.   

He swallowed nervously, his hand slippery on the door as he continued to listen, pressing his ear even harder to the cold steel that was covered in peeling green paint. There was a grunt, distinctly male. Gabriel raised an eyebrow, pulling away slightly. He smiled to himself, feeling an erection stirring to life in his too-tight jeans. She was down there watching porn. Was that what she always did? Did she use the music to cover it up? It had to be pornography, there was no mistaking the sounds, which went on for several minutes. He couldn’t bring himself to leave the door, the thought of her with her legs splayed apart, fingers rubbing at her wet little slit too tempting to abandon. He wanted to touch himself right there, but thought better of it, even though the confines of his pants were becoming too much to bear. 

He waited, hoping to hear her, but there was nothing. Her voice was distinctive, and he imagined he’d be able to discern one of her lovely sounds from anyone else’s, even a loud television. He was worried he would get caught, though not half so much as he should have been since she had already seen him with her book. She had been mad about it, but she hadn’t done anything drastic, like take his things away. It was safe to assume she had been disgusted, but he supposed that was better than her being completely enraged. He never expected her to reciprocate his feelings as it was. 

It was wrong, he knew it. Had always known it. He wasn’t supposed to want his mother, and even years after using her as a main reference point for nearly every sexual fantasy he’d ever had, he still felt dirty afterward. The shame would drench him in its clammy embrace, and at times, particularly late at night when he was in bed recovering from an orgasm, hot tears would slip down his cheeks. He’d go to sleep cursing himself, and cursing her for turning him into some sort of freak. She didn’t even have to do anything for the thoughts to slip into his conscience, slithering like an unwelcome snake under his iron door of control. It always got through, no matter how hard he tried to replace thoughts of her with someone, anyone else. 

His first fuck had been a disaster for him, and every subsequent one since then. He had even managed to get a night with one of the petite blonde cheerleaders who had always sneered at him in public. He’d thrown her on the bed and taken her violently, pushing his hard cock as far inside of her as it would go, until he bottomed out, all the while trying to look at her pretty face covered in too much makeup. But it would soon blur, then he’d see his mother, just like he always did. He’d see her lying beneath him, smiling that cruel, horrible smile of hers, clutching at his sides for once, pulling him toward her, desperate for his contact. It had been so bad his first time that he had started shaking, fighting the sting of tears that were biting at the corners of his eyes. He had been forced to stop. No amount of pounding the willing body beneath him could block out the image or the terrible feeling of betrayal that coiled around his heart and his limbs, making him feel paralyzed. He had pulled out, probably looking terrified and disgusted, he imagined. He had yanked on his jeans so quickly that his lay didn’t even have time to respond properly.  

Gabriel still hated himself for how weak he had been, and the girl had been less than secretive about it. It had gotten around that he had broken down during sex, gone soft before it had even began, and he’d been forced to spend much of his time afterward building an exterior attitude that kept people away. He learned to fuck girls on their stomachs, and from his mother’s books he learned to sodomize them as swiftly and harshly as he could, until they were nothing more than a bundle of crushed nerves beneath him, crying out in that gibberish that only made sense in the middle of intercourse. He loved it and he hated it. He learned quickly to just go with it. He came faster and harder when he thought of his mother, and within a few bouts of sex he was able to enjoy the fantasy with few ill feelings, at least during the act itself. Afterward was a different story, but he had developed ways to handle it. It was fucked up, he knew it. It had become so complicated and nearly unbearable, that there were times he could scarcely live with himself.

His mother haunted him, and he couldn’t seem to get away from her. It had been a slippery slope to give in, and his strange hatred and infatuation had only increased with time. Opening one door seemed to always lead to another, until he was so buried in his fantasy that he didn’t know the way back. It was so wrong. God, it was wrong. The fact that she hated him only made matters worse. He had even fantasized at times about sneaking into bed with her before his father got home, and fucking her in the dark where she couldn’t see him and he might be able to get away with it for five minutes if she was groggy or drunk enough. He had never developed the nerve, too cowed by the thought of what would happen afterward. If she were to look at him with even more disappointment, he didn’t think he could stand it. Their relationship was almost non-existent as it was. 

He managed to drag himself away from the door when he realized the sounds had stopped. He felt worse than ever suddenly, his mood considerably darker from his recollections. He needed to give up on it, but somehow he couldn’t. The fact that she had walked in on him masturbating was such a turn on that it had been the source of his dreams every night since. Gabriel had always left the door unlocked. Always. He had wanted her to see him for longer than he cared to remember, and she finally had. He had been self-sabotaging, and he knew it. Truthfully, it hadn’t gone as terribly as it could have. He had been wondering for the last few days what she had done with his book, and if even a small part of her had been flattered by his using it. 

No chance in hell, he thought bitterly.

On the third day, she finally emerged sometime after 6pm. She looked like a wreck, her long black hair snarled around her face in a haphazard mass, wearing the same clothes as the day she’d gone in. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her usual dark gaze was glassy and unfocused. It became clear from her painstaking movements, that she was exhausted. He didn’t speak to her as she made her way into the kitchen, where she pulled the milk from the fridge and had it straight from the carton. 

Her eyes were bloodshot, he noticed, and when she moved, the smell of alcohol assaulted him. He paused in his writing, unable to take his eyes off of her. He had never seen her so vulnerable. Even her posture was different, her shoulders rounded defensively. A part of him wanted desperately to go to her, but he knew that she would only lash out. She looked vulnerable, but there was always something beneath, always prepared to defend and fight off any suggestions of weakness. She never accepted help, not from anyone. He had often wondered if she ever let her guard down. Did his dad see it when he was plowing her into the mattress? He smiled at that thought. No, she’d never let David have control. It was probably her on top or nothing at all. 

“Have you eaten?” she asked, loudly throwing silverware into the sink, though it was obviously making her wince. 

She has a hangover, he thought, half concerned and half amused. That’s what she gets for binge drinking, he said to himself maliciously.  




Like Mother Like Son Ch. 02



“No.” 

“Where’s Izzy?”

“Dad took her to the store. She wanted some robot pony they keep advertising on TV.” She didn’t make any response, though he could see she was pulling food out to cook. “You were gone awhile,” he commented, eyes flicking over her disheveled appearance. Surprisingly she was again mute. She was usually easy to provoke, and her lack of response put him on edge. She probably had a headache; that would explain a lot. “Oh, and you got a package,” he mentioned offhandedly.

She paused in her chopping, raising an eyebrow. “Did you open it?” 

“No, it’s still in the hall.” 

She never got packages, and he had admittedly scoped it out, considering opening it then resealing it. His father had brought it from the post office, and unfortunately had been nearby or Gabriel might have done just that. Fortunately after a few hours of considering it, logic had won out curiosity. 

“Bring it to me.”

Normally he would have made some smart ass comment, but he found himself curious. Would she open it in front of him? There was the chance that it was something stupid and insignificant, which would explain her lack of concern about him seeing the contents. He rose to go get it, throwing one last wayward glance at her, but she wasn’t paying attention. 

The box was rectangular and at least three times longer than it was wide. It was strangely narrow, which had piqued his interest. It was heavier than it looked, but not so much as to be cumbersome. When he came back and set it on the island, she turned to him, crossing her arms on the marble, bloody knife still in hand. He watched her tap the tip on the dark counter, the sound metallic and somewhat foreboding. He set it down in front of her, pulling at his shirt unconsciously. She pushed the knife across the counter at him suddenly, the blade scraping at the marble. Gabriel eyed it warily, though his right hand had reached up automatically to finger the handle.

“It’s for you. Open it.”



Like Mother Like Son Ch. 03



He watched her for a moment, the feeling of fear prickling at his neck. She rarely did anything for him, and it wasn't his birthday, which led him to question her intentions. It was possible she was still angry about before, in fact, he wouldn't doubt it. The woman carried a grudge forever. He didn't know much about her past other than the fact that she seemed to hold every personal injury close to her heart, nursing it into some monstrous, ugly thing. She had never hurt him physically, not really; he would hardly count a slap. He still couldn't understand why she always managed to drag up the weakest, most pathetic fears in him. It was as though he knew what she was capable of, even if he had never personally been the victim of her full-fledged wrath.

With a surprisingly steady hand, he opened the top of the box, then reached in through the mountain of Styrofoam pieces until his fingers wrapped around a slim case. It was wooden, painted the deepest of blacks, with small nails in the corners, revealing that it was likely handmade. He frowned, looking up at his mother, who was watching him intently, a hint of a smile on her lips. 

"It's not my birthday."

"Mm." The grin only widened. 

He carefully began extracting what was in the box, his fingers catching on a silk pocket square that was bundled around the sheath. He quickly pulled the blade free, a wave of pleasure washing over him at the snick it made. It was sharp, deadly even, and despite its age, it still had a near perfect, mirror-like surface. It was another Nazi dagger. She hadn't given him one like it since he was a child. His fingertips relished the smooth surface, moving of their own accord. Engraved into the blade was, "Meine Ehre Heisst Treue". It gleamed in the light, almost winking, like it had a secret it wasn't about to tell. 

"Why?" he asked, trying not to sound incredulous. 

"I don't know, because you certainly don't deserve it."

"It's not a replica." He could see from the condition of the sheath that the blade had been passed through many hands. 

"No, it's not a replica." She had turned back to the food, seemingly uninterested again. He was confused, but he didn't want to seem ungrateful.

"Thank you." For once, it wasn't sarcastic. It almost made up for all the attention she gave to Izzy, buying her an endless supply of dresses and glittery things. 

"I don't want to catch you with my book again. It's unhealthy and you need to stop," she said quietly. "I'm not going to tell your father, but if I find you doing anything similar with any of my things, you'll never see any of your knives ever again. Am I understood?"

Gabriel stared at the tabletop, trying to push down all the emotions that were trying to assault him at once. Shame was at the top of the list. "Yeah, I get it."

There was a pregnant silence where he got the impression she wanted to say something, but she was hesitating. She finally turned to face him again, leaning her body against the oak cabinets with her arms crossed and resting on the marble countertop.

"I want you to be honest with me," she began, her voice softer than he was accustomed to. It was almost gentle, but he could sense the hint of accusation that edged it, which made him automatically tense. "Were you using the characters or someone else?"

Gabriel fidgeted in his chair, his whole body gone rigid. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? She wanted him to be honest? How? He couldn't even remember the last time she asked him how school was, let alone when they last had any kind of serious discussion. She would listen to him and his father bicker about things, but she would rarely give her own opinion, so it had always been a guessing game as to what she was thinking. 

"I---" he stopped, shaking his head and biting down on the inside of his cheek. He struggled to formulate an answer that wouldn't sound entirely appalling, but he could come up with nothing. "What do you think?" he finally said bitingly, glowering at her. 

Of course I was thinking of you! He wanted to say, but he held back, even as his irrational anger made it a challenge. If she had ever bothered to show even a hint of concern for his wellbeing, he was willing to bet none of it would have ever happened. It was her fault, and he wanted to hate her for it, even though in the end he knew he had consciously made the decision to give in to his private fantasies. 

"How long has this been going on?" 

How could she? Was she so intent on destroying him? He ground his teeth until his jaw ached, averting his gaze from her searching, condemning one, knowing there was no right answer, only damnation. Part of him was giving up, knowing that it was already lost. He had seen to that when she caught him with the book and his pants bunched up around his legs. 

"As long as I can remember," Gabriel responded flatly, feeling the apprehension crush down on him in its irony grip, until it was hard to breathe. 

"You use me specifically?"

"Do I have to spell it out?" he asked, easily falling into his more traditional sarcastic tones, his first defense, as flimsy and tried as it was.

"You realize it's not acceptable, don't you?"

"I'm not an idiot," he said quietly. 

She paused in her questioning, studying him with her malignant, unsettling stare. Her nails clicked on the stone, and his gaze settled on them, looking for any excuse to avoid eye contact. "Exactly how deep does this fantasy go?"

He felt like he was being interrogated, and he steeled himself, knowing he was already far passed the point of no return. He could make it worse, easily, but he already knew how to get out of her line of questioning with the least amount of damage: if he kept his feelings out of it, he would be fine. 

"It involves a lot of sex, if that's what you mean," he admitted, again finding it difficult to look her in the face.

"That's it, just sex?" 

Her words confused him, muddying up his already scrambled emotions. Was she asking him specifically about the fantasies he had? What did she want, a play-by-play to humiliate him further?

"It's bad enough just admitting that," he commented, his fingers finding solace in the coolness of the metal in his hands. 

"So it's just sexual scenarios, nothing rooted in reality? Is that right?"

"Well, I wouldn't say..." he shook his head, as if to clear it. "It's not as though anything could ever happen," he laughed shortly and humorlessly, "I think you might hate me more than I hate you." His look was scathing and bitter.

She ignored it. "Have you thought about it?"

He was getting that strange prickling at the back of his head, like he was encroaching on dangerous territory. Her questions were sending him for a spin, and he wasn't sure what any of it meant. Why was she asking him all of this? 

"You mean about acting on it?" he asked for clarification.

"Yes."

Gabriel sighed nervously, finding it hard to hold her gaze. "I don't...I mean, yeah, I guess. Why do you want to know?"

She went quiet again, eyes searching his. "I just want to know what this is all about. It's obvious that it's worse than I thought."

"Can't we just forget about it?" he asked hopefully.

"This isn't something you thought of just once, Gabriel. There is something really off if this is becoming usual for you."

"Well it hasn't been a problem up until you found out about it!" he argued defensively, not liking how cornered he was feeling. She always did it to him, and he hated it. 

"You've had sex, haven't you?"

"Yeah," he murmured quietly, feeling perverse for admitting it to his own mother. He almost snorted at the absurdity of it. Where was this going? 

"There must be something you're not getting out of it if you have to resort to this," she concluded, tending to the food for a moment without completely turning away from him. 

"Fuck, I don't know, okay?" He stood up from the barstool, his breathing uneven as he unconsciously mirrored his mother's posture. "It's not like I did it on purpose. It just happened. I'm not sick and there is nothing wrong with me!"

"I never said there was anything wrong with you, Gabriel," she asserted, for once offering him more understanding than he could ever recall being given by her.

He was taken aback. "You were disgusted when you saw me. I saw it in your eyes. I get it, really," he countered, letting out a shaky breath, and trying to wrestle with the shame and self-disgust that was eating away at him. 

He felt like she was trying to play his advocate, but he knew all too well how quickly she could turn it on him. Despite the small stab of pleasure her defense of him has caused, he didn't trust her. She never said things that didn't evoke a reaction. There was always intent behind her words, secret machinations that would catch you up with little difficulty. She was playing on his vulnerability, she had to be. He clenched a fist, willing his breathing to even out. He wouldn't let her know how much she was hurting him. 

"And you were thrilled that I saw you do it," she answered darkly. Her eyes glinted dangerously, in that way he had always been terrified of as a boy. It was a look that said she meant harm. It was always present just before she slashed at him with another one of her painful remarks. 

Gabriel released the breath he had been holding waiting for her response. "And so what if I was? Just fucking forget about it, okay? I'm sorry, I won't do it again. Can't we just leave it at that?"

"Your father would put you in therapy."

He laughed hatefully. "I'm not going to some shrink. It's not happening."

"I said your father would, I never said I would. You know I don't believe in that. You are who you are and it's your business to come to terms with it, however if it involves me, then you leave me little choice but to intervene."

"You already took my laptop, and I don't see the point of you giving me a gift when you're just going to take it away. Even you aren't that cruel. What do you want? You want to slap me around? Will that make you feel better?"

She closed the distance so quickly that he nearly jumped from her nearness. He could see her eyes much more closely, see the blood pooled around one of the dark irises from a burst vessel. She must have been vomiting, he thought, almost gasping from the overwhelming scent of hard alcohol. Her face had more lines than he remembered, and it appeared to be on the verge of swelling. Her cheeks were ruddy instead of their usual paleness, and upon closer inspection he realized that her nails were chipped and jagged. He could smell that she hadn't bathed, though it wasn't a bad scent, simply the scent he associated with her when he was a child and he had been close enough to smell her hair. Oddly enough he found himself drawn to it, unconsciously breathing deeper to catch the underlying tones of her sweat through the taint of alcohol, which was already making his head pound. 

"So that's what you think of me?" she laughed, seemingly in disbelief. "Haven't I provided for you? Given you whatever you needed?"

"You just don't get it, do you?"

"You disrespect me far too much, and I don't deserve it. It needs to stop, all of it. Move on to something else. I can buy you whatever books and movies you want, if that's what it takes." 

His fury was rising. He decided to take a lesson out of her book, and strike at weakness. She deserved it, he told himself. "You think giving me porn is going to make it all go away? You were right before: it runs a lot deeper than you think," he finally confessed, feeling confident enough to look her in the eyes. You can't win, he told her silently. I won't let you. He wanted her to feel what he felt: disgust and pain. 

"Get a girlfriend. Find someone to be with," she provided, looking more tired than she had only minutes before. "Find a person who enjoys the same things you do."

"Right, because it's just that easy."

"You know what I mean. You're only doing this because I'm nearby and convenient." 

"You know why I don't have a girlfriend?" he said suddenly, feeling bolder. "Because I can't get close to anyone, and it's your fucking fault! You can't even have a conversation with me half the time! I don't know how to do anything except have sex and leave," he choked out, nails digging into his palms. 

"Don't go Freud on me," she commented irritably. "I'm not to blame for how you choose to conduct yourself. I gave you the tools you needed, but it's your choice on how to use them." Again, she was accusing, that bully in her coming to the surface. 

"Oh bullshit. If you'd even given me the time of day I wouldn't be half as fucked up as you secretly think I am!"

"It's normal to not be attached to people, Gabriel. You can't expect to find someone you like within the first few girls."

"Oh, trust me, it's been more than a few," he breathed, running a hand through his dark hair, trying not to look at his mother. He hated himself in that moment. 

She sighed loudly, leaning into the countertop heavily, as though it was getting too difficult for her to even stand. "Why do you think it didn't work?"

"They didn't like what I like," he said with a shrug. He was trying not to think about how odd it was that they were having this discussion. 

"Then it's a matter of going places where you might run into someone with similar interests."

"It's not..." he paused, trying to decide if he would be admitting too much. "It's not just that."

"I take it you like it a little rougher than they are comfortable with?" his mother guessed, raising a dark, enquiring eyebrow. Just hearing her say it made the blood rush to his groin. In fact, the whole conversation seemed to be having that traitorous response. 

"It doesn't feel good for me otherwise."

"Just say it," she ordered, straightening. A secretive smile was pulling at her lips. "Say it."

That prickling was back again, and he felt a coldness descend on his neck and shoulders. Somehow, he knew what she meant. He couldn't say it, could he? He felt like he was being given an opportunity to be brutally honest, but he found himself balking at the very idea. He felt like he would be crossing a line, and part of him was thrilled, while the logical part of him warned of the steep drop below. He wasn't David, he told himself, and he had never been afraid of a freefall. Without risk, there was little to be had. He was more like her in that respect. 

"When I put my dick in a girl's mouth, I want her to choke on it," he admitted, feeling his face heat from the confession. He could say it without problems to anyone else, but saying it to her made him cringe, as he imagined all the negative reactions she could have. God, how did they even get into this topic?

"They should choke on it," she agreed, wearing a grin that would have been more familiar on his own face. She looked a lot less worn that way.

"See, and then you go and say things like that. How am I not supposed to take that the wrong way?" he questioned, feeling a wave of hope wash over him. How had this even started?

"You can't seem to distinguish between banter and genuine lust," she commented offhandedly. "Are you hard?" 

"What?" he asked instantly, too shocked to properly respond. 

"Are. You. Hard." She was inches from his face now, and her eyes were gleaming like polished obsidian. She was genuinely amused, a rarity for her. 

He swallowed nervously, finding it almost impossible to look her in the eyes. The erection in his pants was quickly becoming painful, and he suddenly regretted his penchant for too-tight jeans. If he moved even a few inches away from the counter she would be able to see it. Somehow it was humiliating and thrilling at the same time. A flood of elation had pooled in his gut, making him suddenly feel shakier than ever. 

"Are you being serious?"

"What, you don't like it? Want me to stop? You seemed to like showing it off to me before." 

The conversation was quickly escalating, almost too fast for his brain to comprehend. Was she flirting with him? It almost sounded like she was daring him, and had he not suspected it was the alcohol talking, he would have taken it entirely as her cruel excuse for a joke. Gabriel was trying to hold down the panic and fluttering that was rising in his chest. It was ridiculous to feel so conflicted by someone. He wanted to simultaneously choke her and kiss her. Then maybe bury his cock in her wet and willing throat. If only. He couldn't resist playing along, even if she was just being a tease. Why she had decided to tease him, he would never know. Nothing about her made any sense, and she was hot and cold in flashes that were so quick that he almost couldn't tell one from the other. There was a good likelihood that she was fucking with him just to get a reaction. She often said outrageous things, simply for the response she would get for it. Suspicion ate at him, but he battered it into a corner of his mind, willing himself to focus on the here and now. Fuck doubt, he told himself, just get on with it. 

"Didn't get a good enough view last time? I can't blame you, it's quite nice," he answered arrogantly, trying to keep his voice from wavering. He couldn't keep his smile at bay."I have to be more satisfying than that limp dick you take to bed with you."

She snorted inelegantly. "What would you know about it?" Normally she would have gone on the defensive, but he could hear the difference in her tone. She was enjoying it. He felt an extreme sense of satisfaction. 

"I've heard you. I hear more of him than I do of you, and that's never a good sign."

"I've never been very noisy."

"Oh?" he questioned, realizing that it was probably true. 

He felt like the scent of alcohol itself was seeping into him, making him heady, but he knew it was just the strangeness of the situation. The smell should have disgusted him, but he wanted it, because he knew it was his only chance to get her so uninhibited. If there is a chance, his mind offered traitorously. 

"If you're so amazing, why don't you show me? Undo your pants," she instructed, smiling in a way that was almost a leer. 

He studied her for some sign that she was joking. It had to be a joke. They had just got done talking about how fucked up he was, and now she was asking him to pull out his dick and show it off? 

"Are you kidding?" he asked, losing some of his bravado. His hands were shaking, and he had to rest them against his thighs to keep it from being obvious. She made him feel like an inexperienced idiot, and he hated her for it. 

"Do I look like I'm joking?" She was watching him intently in that way of hers, that at times made his skin crawl. 

He fumbled at the button, his fingers clumsy as they worked his jeans down his upper legs. How was this even happening? He tried to rationalize it, but couldn't. Nothing had ever led him to suspect she would ever reciprocate his desires. He tried to ignore the fact that his boxers were tented, and there was an obvious wet spot on the front. 

"Pull them down; I don't have all day," she ordered, a hint of annoyance tingeing her tone, as though his slowness were inconveniencing her. 

He did as he was asked, nearly breathing a sigh of relief as the cool air hit his heated skin. He almost couldn't believe it was happening. Almost. But it was too hard to write off anything when his mother's dark eyes were interestedly taking in his jutting cock. She was not making any attempt to hide her intrigue, as she leaned over the marble slightly, the hint of a smile at her lips. She was close, but he wished she was closer. He was trying to memorize her every expression to store away forever. It was a million to one that they would ever repeat their sick little game, and he intended to enjoy it to the fullest, damn his mind and all of its suspicions. He would worry about that after.




Like Mother Like Son Ch. 03



He gave himself an experimental tug, which caused her to smile further. God, this was so fucking wrong. He knew they shouldn't, but just having her watching was causing a stronger reaction in him than the act of sex ever had. He felt something warm blossoming in his chest, which took him aback. He was thrilled that she was even paying attention to him; it was an added bonus that she was paying attention to him in such a dirty way.

"I noticed you seemed to like the parts with the queen, not just the princess," she said conversationally, her gaze flicking between the shy motions of his hand and his light eyes that were the polar opposite of her own. 

It took him a moment to register what she meant, as most of the blood seemed to be diverting from his brain to more important things. "Yeah, I thought she was interesting. No one could touch her, but touch was what she wanted the most." He could distinctly recall the section where the wicked queen had her servants bowing at her feet, all furiously masturbating to her as she spread her thighs wide beneath her ruffled gown, all while sitting in the king's elegant, jeweled throne. 

His mother had obviously been looking though his trashed copy of her book, which excited him further. He couldn't count how many times he had accidentally spilled some of his come onto the hungry pages and been forced to clean it halfheartedly with a damp cloth. It should have been disgusting, but he thought of it as a testament to his loyalty to her, even after how terribly she treated him, even after all the times he tried to harm her when he was a kid, out of nothing but spite because she had never so much as expressed the slightest interest in his feelings.

He was trying to get over his sudden bout of discomfort. It was different to have her watching, expecting. He was secretly analyzing everything about himself, even down to the clothes he was wearing, wondering if she found it all that appealing. How had the tables turned so quickly? How had it gone from fantasy to reality without him noticing? Had she had feelings for him too, or was she simply humiliating him or even humoring him? The disgust had been apparent the first time, and he couldn't help but think it might be lurking beneath the surface. If there was one thing he couldn't take, it was her criticism and pity. 

"You're not being very enthusiastic," she noted. "You're not nervous, are you? It'd be a shame if you weren't as eager as you led me to believe earlier. What happened to all that supposed experience?"

Gabriel glared at her, hating her for her jibes, and forcing the thick head through his clenched fingers a few times, being a little rougher than was comfortable. His fingers were sticky from his excitement, and he knew if he could just focus and keep from over-analyzing, he could have another perfect climax. He had waited years for this moment, and he wasn't about to let his stupid insecurities get the best of him. He knew in reality that he could fuck her so much better than David ever could, and that strengthened his resolve. It was suddenly all too easy to fall into the familiar rhythm, his hand moving of its own accord, and his eyes never leaving hers. He wouldn't shut his eyes, couldn't. She was the epitome of everything he'd ever wanted. 

His mother had slowly made her way around the counter, and was only a few feet from him, smelling sweetly of dried sweat and booze. It was intoxicating, making him take even deeper breaths. It was as though he been dropped into a lust-induced fog. She was watching his every movement like his father watched the television when he sat on the couch with the game on, as though nothing in the world could interrupt the keen focus. 

"You need to take your shirt off."

He instantly yanked his white t-shirt up and over his head without question, feeling the cool air tickling at his skin. Her eyes seemed to devour him, which only succeeded in fueling the arrogance that had been beaten back by his discomfort. It was all falling away, as he couldn't seem to think about anything other than her usually cold eyes so interested in him and the somewhat grotesque act he was performing. It was sick, he knew that, but somehow the cold feeling that generally accompanied that realization was nothing more than yet another catalyst in what was turning out to be one of the most surreal moments of his life. He let his other hand wander the short hair of his groin and back up to his lower stomach, in a lazy caressing motion. He was trying to see her doing it in his mind's eye, and she seemed to understand, as she unconsciously licked her lips.

"I think you're liking this a little too much," she said, coming slightly nearer to him. 

The intent behind the movement made his hand work faster. Come here, he wanted to say to her. Help me out, he pleaded silently. But he feared more than anything that saying the wrong thing would break the spell, and she would suddenly come to her senses and be horrified and sickened by him. Or even more in character, she would slap him and storm off. 

"I could say the same for you," he returned, letting his head fall back slightly as he let himself slip even further into his excited haze. 

He ran a nervous hand from the bottom of his jaw all the way down the curve of his throat, then further still. She was so still it was as though she wasn't even breathing, but her hands were clenching and unclenching, giving her away. She's turned on, he thought, letting out a disbelieving, breathy laugh as he smiled at her. 

Gabriel knew he was going to get off soon. He was having trouble controlling himself and he had to slow down somewhat to stretch out the experience. His breathing was ridiculously labored, and he couldn't help his low moans as he observed her, looking all the part of the wicked, cruel mother he had inadvertently become obsessed with. 

There was a loud bang, the sound of the heavy front door to the house closing. A second later, ice was trickling down Gabriel's spine. David. When they heard his father calling out down the hall, Gabriel's chest filled with an overwhelming panic. What the hell were they doing back so soon? Hadn't his dad said they were going to stop at the market too? It seemed like his brain had stopped completely, as he froze, trying to force his rational mind to take control. He's home! His mind screamed at him. Finally, things seemed to slide into place at the last moment. 

"Fuck," he whispered breathily, eyes wide as he snatched his shirt up off the hardwood floor, and rushed to fasten his pants. His mother had come to stand in front of him, and unceremoniously ripped one of the pages from his notebook and scribbled something on it. Gabriel plopped himself down on the barstool, just as his father walked in, carrying a large pink and purple box. The head of a horse was clearly visible, and the package was so massive that his dad was struggling to hold it up by himself. David put it to the floor as gently as he could, shaking his head in silent amusement. Izzy came bouncing in behind him, squealing in excitement. 

"I got a pony! I got a pony!" she exclaimed, putting Gabriel even more on edge. Her high-pitched voice was grating on his nerves. She was so fucking irritating.

"I could have used a little help, guys," David informed them, a smile on his face. He seemed to be oblivious to the fact that Gabriel was half concealed by his mother, crushing a devil of a hard-on in the waistband of his jeans in an attempt to tame it. It was already starting to wither from the teen's palpable irritation.

"Working on history," Gabriel answered unapologetically, staring hatefully at his father. Again, the man was seemingly unaware. 

"Is...is something burning? Were you cooking, Claire?" David questioned, furrowing his brow and pointedly sniffing. "You smell it?"

His mother cursed, then hastily moved around the counter and over to the stove, where the salmon had started to blacken. Gabriel heard her mutter something that sounded like 'goddamnit', to which his father noticeably seemed troubled by. The man was such a religious prude; it made Gabriel's insides boil. He decided in that moment that he loathed everything about David, particularly his horrible sense of timing. 

Izzy had noticed her mother's presence, and jumped up and down ridiculously. "Mommy, mommy! I got a pony! Did you see? His name's Wilfred!" 

Their mother seemed to either ignore or not hear the little girl, as she looked down at the ruined food. With the small dinner more or less ruined, his mother tossed the entire skillet into the garbage can, sending the plastic container slamming into the wall with a satisfying thwack. She looked furious, her fingers reflexively curling into fists at her sides. Her teeth were bared, like she intended to snarl at someone. David came up behind his wife, ever the mediator, though he was noticeably cowed by her sudden outburst. He seemed hesitant to come too close, and he was right to fear, as she visibly flinched as he laid a hand that was supposed to be comforting on her shoulder. Jealousy began to roil in Gabriel, but dissipated just as quickly from her reaction. She doesn't like you either! He thought gleefully. 

"Just fuck it. You can cook your own dinner," she said in anger, pushing passed her husband. She walked quickly, going in the direction of the basement, Gabriel deduced. 

David was left staring at the floor, running a hand over his face. Izzy had wandered into the kitchen, her joy momentarily ruined by her mother's display. 

"What's wrong with mommy?" she asked, pulling on her father's pant leg. 

"Mommy's just having a rough day, Izz," their dad answered, ruffling the child's blonde hair. "Let's see to that pony, huh?"

"Yeah!" she said happily, conflict instantly forgotten. 

"I'll help you with your homework as soon as we get this---" he paused, trying to remember the name. "Wilfred?" he questioned his daughter, to which she nodded vigorously, unable to contain her excitement. "---up and running, okay Gabe?"

"Don't bother," Gabriel responded, shutting his book closed a little harder than was necessary. 

He pushed most of his work into a messenger bag he had slung across one of the nearby chairs, not caring that he was crinkling the papers. He flung the heavy burden over his shoulder ignoring the look of hurt that had crossed his father's features. God, David was such a weak, pathetic excuse for a human being. The man couldn't understand anything even if it was fucking spelled out. Gabriel still couldn't understand how his mother, who had always been disturbingly intelligent, had settled on someone so boring and mediocre in every way. His father embodied all the things his mother pointedly despised.

Back in his room, he angrily threw his things onto his bed, all the more annoyed when the bag hit too hard and rolled to the floor, scattering his books and a couple of the papers that had managed to come loose from their confinement. He snatched up a few of the wrinkled pages, the similarity of his reaction to his mother's not entirely lost on him. He had always thrown things. Just like her. He looked down at the paper, realizing the handwriting wasn't his. It was the small, messy script of his mother. He squinted, taking in what she had written, which was clearly intended for him.

It read: "Don't look so disappointed."



Like Mother Like Son Ch. 04



Gabriel shook his head in disbelief, the unanswered questions from earlier swimming back into his mind so swiftly it made his head hurt. There would be time for thinking later, he decided. He checked and made sure the door was locked, determining that it was unlikely his mother would come searching for him. His dad barging in would be more typical, and the idea of the man seeing him jerking off was not the least bit appealing, particularly with the sort of material he had in mind. 

It was a quick orgasm, taking only a few minutes as he fed off of the buildup from earlier. Gabriel grimaced and cleaned himself up roughly with the edge of his blanket, not even caring. It was an unsatisfying finish to what had been a very promising start. He flopped onto his bed, planning to rest for a few minutes. His limbs were warm and weightless, and the air conditioning felt like bliss on his hot skin. He made the mistake of closing his eyes, feeling a heaviness on his lids that soon overtook him completely. He quickly fell into a deep, enjoyable sleep.

He woke with a start, realizing the lamp on his desk was on. It must have been night, because no light fought its way through the blinds. He groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes, too tired to move. He couldn't remember leaving the light on, but it was far too bright, and he was laying there contemplating whether or not it was worth getting up to switch it off. Laziness won out for a moment, and he remained still, but something felt off. It was with a sigh that he struggled to get up, groggy and irritable. He froze instantly, as he realized he was not alone. His heart pounded in his chest so hard and heavy that it ached. A trickle of irrational fear skittered down the back of his skull. 

"When...When did you get in here? I locked the door."

She threw a small silver key onto his desk by way of explanation. One slender arm was propped over the back of the small leather chair at his desk, and fingers played idly at the seams. Her hair was wet, and hanging around her face in black tendrils, leaving watermarks on her satin pajamas. He had always hated how baggy they were, concealing far more than necessary, though because of her build there was no way they could be kept from clinging to her rounded ass, even if they pooled around her thin legs. The whole thing was extremely unexpected, and he fleetingly wondered if he could possibly be sound asleep in his bed still. 

"We need to finish what we started," she began, fingers picking at the stitching on the chair. "No one has to know; they're all asleep." He couldn't see her eyes properly because of the light behind her, and a shadow obscured one side of her face, making her seem all the more distant and untouchable. 

He pondered that statement for a moment, letting it sink in. He was still completely confused as to her feelings regarding the entire thing; one second she was scolding him and telling him it was wrong, and the next she was asking him about his sexual experience and demanding that he masturbate in front of her. He eyed her skeptically, trying to ignore the strange flutter that crept from his lower abdomen up into his chest. 

"What are you getting out of this?"

"Don't make this any more complicated than it has to be. You can either do it, or I can go to bed and we can never talk of it again. It's your choice," she said flatly, not looking the least bit affected either way. 

"Okay," he responded, pushing the blankets down. Fuck it, he thought, I'll just do it. 

"Take it a little slower this time," she instructed. "And take everything off first."

He bit his lip, chewing at it for a moment before lifting his shirt off. He sighed, and threw it off the edge of the bed, then moved onto his socks and everything else. When he was completely nude, he leaned up against the wooden headboard, adjusting his body until he was comfortable. His left hand found his balls, and massaged them gently, extending them ever so slightly so that they were resting freely between his spread legs. His cock was never one to disappoint, and typical of a teenager, it had sprung to life at the sight of his visitor. He rubbed lightly at the veined length, stroking much more carefully than he had the first time around. Eventually his left hand even wandered up his chest to pinch at one of his pink nipples, giving it a lovely tug that seemed to interest his mother.

He was surprised when she got up from her chair, arriving at the edge of his bed almost silently. He didn't stop, but he felt that strange something flit about his chest again as a result of her nearness. His mind traitorously thought about how good would it feel to have her hands running down his chest, or better yet, wrapped around his erection, massaging it to painful attention. It was almost too much that she was even there, for the second time, he reminded himself. 

"You like this?" he asked, unable to refrain himself. 

"Such an arrogant little shit," she breathed in his ear. "I certainly didn't raise you that way." He could hear the smile in her voice, and the sensation of her hot breath touching the side of his neck made his eyes close momentarily as a small shudder ran down the length of his body. She was never so close, never. 

"You wish it was me fucking you instead of him," he asserted, letting out an unintentional moan, as she bent over him to get a closer look.

"Do I? I'm getting the impression that you wouldn't last very long; you're far too eager now that you've gotten over your little bout of nerves."

"Why don't you just give me a try and find out?" he invited, turning his head so that their faces were inches apart. She raised one of her impeccable eyebrows and licked her lips. 

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

It was almost too much to handle, and he felt himself nearing his limit. His hand was moving fast enough that his wrist was starting to hurt, and his thighs were tensing already. How the hell did this happen? One of her fingers lightly touched his forehead, pulling at the strands of hair that were in his eyes. It was a delicate and loving gesture, something he never expected out of her. She was, without a doubt, the untouchable ice queen, but he felt like she was melting somewhat. He couldn't stop himself from rubbing his cheek against the cool skin of her hand like a cat would, an automatic response that he would have been ashamed of any other time. The resulting slap stung harshly, enough to pull him out of his stupor. 

He looked up at her, wanting to say something hurtful, only to find himself falter under her stare. She was looking down at him murderously, like he'd breached some kind of silent agreement between them. His hand had stopped its ministrations and was sticky from his excitement. 

"I didn't tell you to stop." 

There was a long pause, where neither seemed keen on backing down. A horrible smile was tugging at her lips again. It dawned on him that she already knew she had won. He shook his head angrily, giving her one final look of pure loathing before he started again, unable to stop himself, his entire body tense from the fury he was holding back. Interestingly, his mood, as usual, had a strange effect on him, and he found that his cock was as hard and insistent as ever. He fucking hated her, and it was frightening how much. He channeled it into his movements, even running a jagged fingernail over the sensitive head, with enough pressure to make himself screw his eyes shut. He felt like punishing himself for being so stupid. 

Gabriel wanted to stop. He wished he had the self control to stop. There should have been nothing good about what was happening. Her fingernails shouldn't have been yet another catalyst to his arousal, weakening him into a hedonistic mess. He shouldn't have liked the feeling of her hot breath shifting his hair ever so slightly so that it brushed against his cheek, or the heat of her body which seemed to be radiating towards him in waves. Long tendrils of damp hair were dangling down onto his right arm, and for a moment he could almost pretend he was inside of her. 

"Come on," she encouraged, her lips touching at his neck, feather-light and sending tiny shockwaves of pleasure down his spine. 

God, he hated himself. She had barely touched him and he turned into a quivering mass of nerve-endings and need. He felt pathetic and worthless, just like she always had made him feel, and somehow the choking misery of it all settling in his chest made every muscle tense. It truly was too much. Her skin against his was like a pleasurable fire, and he felt himself let go, entire body rigid as his fingers were coated with several warm spurts of his seed. He moaned more loudly than he would have liked, knocking his head against the headboard painfully, as his eyelids unintentionally fluttered shut from the sensory overload. For that brief moment, everything was alright, and her being with him seemed like the most natural thing in the world. He took shallow breaths, and watched her from under his dark lashes. All he could feel were the perfect crescent marks that she was making into his sensitive skin, and the unnatural coldness of her fingertips. He almost didn't notice the thick substance that was swiftly growing cold on his stomach and the sparse, curled hair of his groin. Gabriel's eyes flicked to her fingernails, which were stark against his skin. 

He felt somewhat humiliated by his quick, bodily reaction to her touch, but he would never let her know it. Instead, he took a few measured breaths, and had no outward reaction when she moved her hand and stepped away, though the sudden hollowness he felt was as damaging as a winter frost. 

"I think it's your turn," Gabriel said, looking all the part of confident, even as his cock began to soften and the semen that had managed to drip onto the tops of his thighs from off of his closed fist, began to dry. 

"I think it has gone far enough," his mother answered. Her breathing was quicker, he noted, and her cheeks had a slight tint of red to them. He knew she must be feeling something, but it remained an enigma to him. 

Her dark eyes seemed to be drawn to his spent member, though they shifted to his face for the briefest of moments. Her hand reached out, stopping and resting on his thigh. Gabriel was afraid to do or say anything once again, knowing she would spook and lash out or storm off. A forefinger ran through a tiny pool of wayward come, smearing it down into the teenager's inner thigh. She brought the finger close to her face, rubbing it between the digits as though it was foreign to her. He couldn't tear his eyes away, and watched with grotesque fascination as she slid a finger against her bottom lip. Her pink tongue darted out to taste it, before she quickly sucked her index finger from knuckle to tip until it was clean.

Then, as though nothing had happened, she walked away from him, nails scraping across the glossed surface of his desk as she took her key, then closed the door of his room behind her with a soft click. Gabriel could only lean against his headboard, somewhat shell-shocked, and fighting with himself to not give into his urge for misery. He didn't get her; he didn't think he ever would. He couldn't begin to fathom how she could seem so interested and so cold toward him at the same time. Nothing made sense. What the hell else was new? And she wasn't even drunk, his rational mind added, causing him pause. He ran his hands over his face, letting out a sigh as he stared up at the ceiling. 

By the time he'd cleaned himself up, and gotten back into bed, he still couldn't sort out his feelings. He was disgusted with himself for his lack of self-control, yet he couldn't think of possibly denying himself of such an encounter as they'd just had. He turned over several times, trying to get comfortable, trying not to think about how she had been in his room only a few minutes before, and how much farther he could have gone with it...

Then there was a low thump that made him frown. When it repeated, almost too quiet to hear, he felt his fists clench beneath his sheets. It was coming from the wall he shared with his parents' bedroom. Within a minute, the sound had achieved a steady rhythm, one that left no guessing as to what was the source. He shook his head in denial, burying his face into his firm pillow, hands balled around its edges. Are you fucking kidding? He thought, cringing as he heard a man's soft groan of pleasure. He rolled over onto his back, staring up into the darkness. Something evil was coiling in his gut, so overwhelming that it was making him ill. He felt sick to his stomach, and the sense of betrayal he felt, stung bitterly. So she watched me so she could go fuck him? He concluded bitterly, wanting to scream at her through the wall. What a damn whore. He tried not to think of her straddling his father, riding him to oblivion, but no matter what he did, the image kept flashing in his mind's eye, stabbing away at all his rampant insecurities. 

All he could think was that she'd used him, that it had been some evil trick. Now she was making him pay, making him listen to her get her needs met by somebody else, his dad, no less. How could she be so cruel? How could she walk away from her son, straight back to her husband without some kind of ripple in her conscience? Because she doesn't have one! He thought angrily.

Gabriel was furious as he got up from his bed, not caring if they could hear the creak of the springs from the next room. He grabbed his headphones and iPod out of his messenger on the floor, and took it to the bed with him, cranking up the music as high as his eardrums were willing to permit without pain. He tried to focus on the lyrics, tried to focus on anything else but what was going on in the next room. He even tried to remember what the last lesson at school had been about, as dull and unmemorable as it had been.

By the time the sound had stopped, he was no closer to sleep. He spent the entire night awake, with something awful wrenching his insides into a twisted mess. He could not seem to swallow his hatred for her, which had been awakened to full capacity. Even so, he managed to lay in bed until early in the morning. Finally, when he could no longer stand it, he forced himself to dress and go down stairs because he was too hungry to wait any longer. 

It was only 7am, hardly his usual time for rising. No one appeared to be up but his father, who he could hear down the hall, rummaging through one of the coat closets for something. Gabriel was too picky for most of the fare in the fridge, and settled on eating one the breakfast bars his mother kept stashed behind the boxes of cereal. It was chocolaty and grainy, and he focused on chewing it into an unrecognizable mush. Fortunately he didn't have to go to school as it was a Saturday, so he was perfectly content to mill around the kitchen, knowing he wouldn't have to face his mother until noon or later. 

"Morning," David said, grabbing creamer from the fridge. "I'm surprised you're up so early," he said cheerily, adding a generous splash of the cream to his coffee. 

"How was your night?" Gabriel asked bitingly, his azure eyes looking up from the countertop. 

His dad looked somewhat confused by the question (as his son had never been the sort to enquire about how he was), but recovered quickly. "We got Izzy's pony working. You wouldn't believe that thing. It walks and neighs and does all sorts of crazy things. I think she's in love," he added with a wholehearted grin, taking a long swig from his coffee cup. The mug was pink, something Izzy had picked out for her dad for Christmas. Gabriel sneered at it, drumming his fingers on the tabletop. 

"Oh, hey Claire," David said good-naturedly. "Want some coffee?"

Gabriel flinched at her name, unable to stop himself from looking over his shoulder. Sure enough, she was awake and looking positively unhappy about it, her hair messy and her pajamas wrinkled. He immediately felt the anger prickle at his conscience, though he was almost too exhausted to acknowledge it. His mother grunted noncommittally, brushing passed David to rummage through the cupboards for something to eat. Gabriel watched as his father fixed his mother some coffee. When David placed it in her hand, she said nothing, downing it in a few goes, then handing it back to him, only to return to her search as though he was not even standing there. Somehow it made Gabriel feel slightly better.

"So mom, how was your night?" Gabriel questioned her, unable to keep the undertones of silent fury out of his voice. 

She turned to look at him, her glossy eyes regaining some of their life. There was a quirk to her lips that was on the verge of being a smile. "Oh, nothing special," she answered, black eyes unsettlingly fiery. He could feel her probing him with her look, and he felt himself rise to the bait purely out of habit. Suddenly his insides were boiling again, even through the haze of sleepiness. His father was, as usual, oblivious. 

"I've got to go. I'll see you all tonight," David told them, grabbing his things off of the counter. He looked like he considered giving his wife a peck on the cheek, but thought better of it, halting midway through the motion and instead giving her a reassuring smile. His mother didn't even watch David leave, never once breaking their silent contact, a battle of wills. 

"Izzy is going to a birthday party later. I expect you to behave when I'm gone."

"Because I don't usually?" he replied, not leaving out the very evident sarcasm. 

"You know what I mean," she answered, giving him yet another meaningful look. 

"Worried I'm going to wreck your stuff?" He was smirking, though beneath the surface he was accusing and spiteful. "It's not as though you wouldn't deserve it."

"And what have I done this time?" she questioned, not the least bit amused. "Let me guess, I ruined your life? Isn't that what all you teenagers claim?" 

"You know what I mean," he responded, using her own words against her. "Although, I have to say, it's surprising how much you've fucked me up given how much time we don't spend together."

"I fucked you up? Who was the one who came running with his pants around his knees?"

He scoffed. "Who was the one who watched her own child get off, then went running to daddy? Who do you think I learn it all from?" He realized very quickly that he had crossed a line, because she was instantly a few inches from his face. 

"Oh, hit a sore spot did I? How does that make you feel, not being good enough?" she hissed through her teeth in a way that made the skin on his neck prickle and a cold splash of fear run messily down his spine. 

He couldn't respond, too hurt and dumbfounded by her words. She had literally spoken his worst, darkest fears aloud. He swallowed, trying to regain his thoughts, his response that should have been even more cruel, but in his tiredness, the words seemed to evade him. He blinked, feeling something cold clench down on his very being, crushing him. How could she? 

"I don't know why I ever thought you could care about anything other than yourself," he declared softly, getting to his feet. 

"You should know better by now than to expect anything from me."

"I think that's the only thing we can agree on," he commented, shoving the barstool loudly into its place. "I'll be out." 

"Fine."

It was the middle of the afternoon when he got back. He threw the car keys into the bowl in the hall noisily, hoping that Izzy was long gone. He didn't think he could put up with her screeching, even with the hours of silence he'd enjoyed at the park and walking down one of the old streets riddled with antique stores. He felt surprisingly better than he had, and some of his grogginess had worn off in the cool breeze and with the help of three energy drinks, which on his more or less empty stomach, had made him shaky. His mother's car was parked in the garage, which meant that they were either back, or hadn't left yet. If they hadn't left, he was going to go to his room, otherwise he might catch something on TV. The TV in his room was another thing his mother had taken away, after that time he had called her a stupid bitch to her face. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting; it should have been obvious to him after all the times he'd fought with her that she would just take something else away. Somehow he couldn't resist pushing her buttons. 




Like Mother Like Son Ch. 04



As he walked into the living room, he could hear them. Izzy was chattering away nonstop, as usual. The little girl was stomping on some wrapping paper as his mother attempted to wrap the gift, which was nearly as tall as his petite sister. He tried to make his way around the couch without being noticed, but of course Izzy saw him.

"Gabe! Gabe! Look! You have to see what we got her! Becky's gonna love it!"

"Let me guess, it's pink?" He questioned, still slowly walking away, and only sparing his younger sister a glance over his shoulder. 

"Gabriel, I need your help for a minute," his mother breathed, pushing roughly at the strands of hair that had fallen in her face. 

He stopped, back stiffening as he contemplated his options. He sighed, knowing that no matter what he did, she would find some way to get at him. He turned and went over to them, not bothering to hide his irritation.

"Hold that," his mother ordered, gesturing with a hand to a particular spot. He held it with his fingers, bending over rather than kneeling, as he wasn't keen on staying long. She began fiddling with the tape, eyes flicking to Izzy, who was tearing at some scraps of paper and making a mess of the floor.

"Izzy!" she said sharply, quick enough and loud enough that the little girl jumped. Izzy had enough sense to look intimidated, and she left the paper alone, though she stuck her tongue out at her brother as though it would somehow make all the difference. 

Gabriel was too distracted by his mother's attire as she carefully folded and arranged the glittering paper, to bother saying anything to Izzy. She was wearing a black t-shirt that was far too tight across the chest, then looser as it neared her hips. It was that thin, soft material, clingy enough that even with a bra, he could see that her nipples were hard underneath. The thermostat was set too low, enough that he almost had the urge to shiver. Izzy was prancing around them in her lacy, pink dress, stopping every so often to twirl. 

"I didn't know you could wrap a present," he said, surprised he was even making conversation. 

"David forgot," she said by way of explanation, shaking her head almost imperceptibly as Izzy started loudly talking to Wilber or William or whatever the fuck that horse's name was. It was walking around on the hardwood floor stiffly, its mechanical joints grinding and popping. 

Gabriel couldn't remember a year when his father hadn't wrapped the Christmas presents, or anything else, for that matter. It wasn't something he associated with his mom. She looked strangely domestic in her jeans and t-shirt, trying to perfect every fold that she made. She was being ridiculously careful about it, in a way that might have made him laugh if it was anybody else. 

"Being kind of anal about it, aren't you?" he commented, unable to keep his silence.

"I can't stand it when they're not even." He only raised an eyebrow at her, remembering that he was supposed to be pissed at her. Instead he felt frighteningly numb and complacent about it, as though he had expected it all along and the words she had spoken hadn't truly been a revelation at all. 

When it was done, he stepped back to admire it. It was strangely picturesque for a present. Even with its garish colors and glitter, the bow was straight and tidy, the folds crisp. Meanwhile, his sister was messing with the supplies again, yanking on bits of ribbon. Izzy threw a spool of purple ribbon at him, smacking him on the shoulder and pulling him from his reverie. 

"Ha! Got you!" she squealed, running away to hide behind the safety of the couch. She had left a trail of destruction in her wake when her mother hadn't been looking. Claire took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a second, as though she was gathering the willpower not to scream. 

"Izzy, come clean up your mess. Now." Her tone brooked no argument, and her young daughter popped her head around the arm of the couch, looking dejected. 

"Why can't Gabe clean it?" Gabriel glared at her, which was enough to make the little girl cower behind the furniture again. 

"It's not his mess to clean. Get over here and pick it up." 

Izzy didn't need to be told again, scurrying out from her hiding place to sloppily return all the spools to their box. Gabriel only smirked at her, somewhat surprised that he hadn't gotten roped into cleaning it. He couldn't remember how many times it had happened before, where Izzy had made a disaster and he was forced to play some part in setting things to rights. The little girl was a spoiled brat, and he couldn't understand how his mother tolerated it when she was so abundantly short-tempered as it was. 

"I'm taking Izzy to her party. David will pick her up and be home later," she instructed her son, picking up the immense present to lug it off to the car. Gabriel made no move to help her.

"Where are you going?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. 

"My editor called," she answered curtly. "I'll be gone until late. 

Gabriel only nodded, deciding it was more than time for him to rest for a few hours anyway. It would be easier for him to relax without her around for awhile. Truthfully, she wasn't exactly the person he wanted to see at the moment. He also wasn't surprised his mother wasn't going to stay at the party; he could hardly imagine such a thing. As far as he had seen, her relationship with the mothers of Izzy's friends was tenuous at best. In fact, he could recall times he had seen her border on frosty with them. 

As a kid, he had lost a few friendships because of his mother. She had been different then, so scathing toward his choice of companions that they often never returned to his house. He suspected some of them had told their parents, which is why his friends had ended up being so distant with him back at school. Parents didn't want their children spending time with a boy who had a cruel mother. The thought made him smile bitterly in the empty entryway. Izzy should consider herself lucky that their mother had toned down since then, at least in that one respect. 

He could hear the car pulling away, and he watched it listlessly from the window, letting out a well-earned yawn. His hands were still shaking, and he had a feeling that sleep would be difficult to achieve. He unzipped his sweatshirt and flung it into his chair. He figured he would lay in bed for an hour before he would get anywhere, but he was too moody to deny himself the opportunity.

Gabriel had been too distracted to notice the gold key that had been left on his desk for him to find. It was half-buried under a discarded binder, its surface abused to the point that its metal was cloudy and dull.



Like Mother Like Son Ch. 05



Author's Notes: I see some of you have been a little impatient. I have no intention of not finishing the story. The last chapters were not already written like the first several ones, hence the delay. There will be one final chapter after this one to wrap things up.



By the time she had dropped Izzy off with her friends, Claire was nearing the very edge of her tolerance. Her mind was worn and frayed around the edges by a migraine that made that spot behind the back of her eyes feel like it had a throbbing pulse of its own. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she drove through a neighborhood that was even better than the one she called home, with its lush, sprawling lawns and cleverly trimmed hedges. The houses all looked freshly painted and starkly white against the blue sky. The wives were all what she would have expected: not people she had any interest in knowing. They came from those picturesque kind of families that had pained her as a kid. 

It had taken only a few moments before she had quickly abandoned her daughter to the throng of children and made it to the door without so much as an explanation. Many of the other mothers had stayed, but she herself felt no guilt about not being involved. There was nothing for her there, and there never would be. It was Izzy's world, and she couldn't decide whether or not to be somewhat proud or more disgusted with what her daughter had chosen for herself. 

David would pick Izzy up and play the mother, he always did. He was the sort to easily make conversation with anyone, and he got his own enjoyment out of interacting with Izzy and meeting her friends. He loved kids, and had it been his choice, they might have had more of them. He thrived on the teaching and the playing and the caring. It was yet another trait about the two of them that was glaringly different. She smiled to herself, wondering how he could have ever believed that domesticating her would somehow change her. 

She was not motherly, and she never would be. But she had gone through with it all, somehow. She could distinctly recall the horror she felt standing in front of the mirror in the nude, looking down at her growing abdomen and trying to come to terms with the fact that there was a living, breathing, thinking thing inside of her. Even after 19 years, it was hard to look at her son and realize that he was a part of her.

She had done it for David, and still felt bitter and angry about that fact. It was what he had wanted, what he had said would make him happy. Stupidly she had believed that somehow her perpetual discontent would be quelled, that maybe it would impact her, that perhaps there was a chance that she could somehow become vicariously happy through his happiness. In the end, she didn't regret it, which had always been a source of surprise. Despite the fact that it had failed, despite the fact that when she had first held her own child in her arms, she had felt a strange nothingness, she would not take it back. It had taken time, as she knew it would. But in the end she had picked Gabriel. 

She had known from the start that he would emulate her, and not because it was his desire, but because it was as much ingrained in him as it had been in her as a child. Izzy was a different animal, more like David. At 5 years old, she hadn't looked up at her own father with barely-disguised dislike. Claire wouldn't have believed it, not in a child so young, but it had been there. She had seen it in Gabriel, and it had frightened and fascinated her. 

She had quickly lost hope in Izzy. It hadn't taken long. She knew it was harsh to judge a child, but she hadn't cared. Izzy was the embodiment of what Claire hated, and even with the strong desire she had to crush all the little girl's instincts, she had left her alone. She had done it for David, because after watching the years pass with a son who held him at arms' length and seeing her husband's deep sadness and confusion, he needed the little girl. He needed the frills and the pink and the expensive toys. He needed someone who could love him unconditionally, in a way Claire herself would never be capable. And that was why she had gotten pregnant the second time, even though she hated it, even though she knew she could spare no love. Izzy would not go without, she knew that. 

She drove her way up to the gate, waiting a few seconds before it finally admitted her out, back into the familiar. The drive would be a little over an hour, and she did not know whether her showing up at random would be appreciated. Either way, it mattered little. She had always shown up when she felt the need, and there was not much that could deter her. It was hot, but not overly so. She kept the windows rolled down, even when the force of the wind tended to whip the black tendrils of her hair into her field of vision. It was about 45 minutes before she could smell the salt on the air, and that distinct oceanic tang that never ceased to make her heart race. She even imagined she could detect the scent of hot sand, though she knew it was nothing more than her memory rushing into the present.

When she came up over the rise, she could see the ocean off to her left, and an expanse of rough, pebbled beach intermittently covered with patches of textured sand. The tide was high, and the white water that tipped the rolling waves was enough to make her stare off at it for longer than she should have. The sun was beating down on the green-blue water, making it glimmer ominously. She had always hated being in the water, but looking at it was something else entirely. Something about it was captivating. It was at times, calm and inviting, the thin facade of welcome at odds with its true, violent nature. She knew all too well what it felt like to be swallowed whole by such an unstoppable force, how water could choke your lungs with a terrible burn while all the while it pulled you further and further from the safety of the surface. She knew that was why he had chosen to live here; such a cruel force of nature was something that drew him in as much as it did her. 

The road became bumpy and uneven. Plumes of dust spiraled out behind her car, making it impossible to see the way back. The house was 15 minutes into the rough road, passed the few vacation homes. There were many trees, probably not indigenous, but old and gnarled and strong just the same. The atmosphere was foreboding. The shade from the branches combined with the seawater to make it damp and cooler than the main road had been. When she came up on the house, she felt as she always did: strangely numb. She parked next to an old pickup covered in rust and peeling, cream-colored paint. He was home. 

She stared up at the two storey house with its high windows and water-damaged siding. The steps creaked, and she kept her hand away from the splintered, rotting railing, as she made her way to the front door. Everything was dilapidated and old, and she knew it had nothing to do with a lack of money. The doorknob felt cold but familiar in her hand, and for a split second, she considered going back home, as she always did. It was not fear that drove her away, but something else, something dark and insidious that wound its way through her gut and up into her heart, where it stayed until she was back on her own doorstep. She pushed her key in, and wrenched the old door open. 

The place smelled musty, like old books, with cool, clammy air that was something she always associated as being a part of living by the sea. 

"Gabriel?" she called, walking into the living room. 

It felt cold and empty as it always did, as though there were not someone living there daily. The furniture looked more like refuse than anything useable. Even the leather couch in the corner was torn in several places, and the rug was threadbare. There were a few hints of personalization, things that a normal onlooker would have believed came from the man himself, but none of it could be farther from the truth. The few things he had, she had given him, and she knew all too well that the items he truly held precious were not anywhere for unfamiliar eyes to see. 

She went further into the house, until she was in the kitchen. He was standing with his back to her, in front of windows that were nearly floor to ceiling. They were the only addition he'd added to the home in the ten years he had been living there. The moth-eaten drapes were pulled back, leaving nothing but a view of the distant ocean and its crashing waves. His hair was a shock of white, and thinned slightly at the temples. It had become fine-stranded with age, to the point that it seemed delicate. 

She moved to stand next to him, and they stayed there for a time, saying nothing. He looked even older than the last time she'd seen him, as though the time alone had not been kind to him. He had always been reclusive, but had become even further introverted in his later years. His face was lined and weather-beaten, and a thin, hairline scar ran from his lower left cheek down to the underside of his jaw. He was cleanly shaven as he had always been, and he smelled of the tea tree oil he liberally used to part his hair. He was short, only an inch or so taller than Claire herself, with thin-fingered, almost feminine hands and a slight build. His eyes, however, were what had always set him apart. They were dark, so deep brown that they seemed to be void of an iris. It was a trait she had inherited. Her own father had been blue-eyed and fair haired, and she had been glad to not have taken after him. Ironic that David looked so much like him, or maybe it wasn't so ironic. Her jaw tightened uncomfortably, making that aching pulse return behind her eyes with a sick vengeance. 

Gabriel finally moved from the window, seemingly breaking the trance. He went into the kitchen, his movements clean and precise, contradictory to his withering body. He was thin to the point of malnourishment, but he had always been, and she had never before seen him without sunken cheeks and eyes that seemed to recede into his skull far more than was normal. She pulled herself from the window as well, and settled into one of the chairs at the battered table without invitation. They did not speak, as it wasn't necessary. Their strange exchange was one that had been happening for years, to the point that it was little more than a routine. When he finally sat across from her, he had brought a carafe of strong coffee with him, and gracefully placed a cup and saucer in front of her. The china was chipped and scratched, but it was the same set he had used for as long as she could remember. 

He folded himself into a chair, and drew his cup close, dark eyes distant but searching. He took a drink, smiling over his cup at her with crooked, yellow teeth. His skin seemed to be overly-stretched atop his skull, as though it was being pulled back. The shadows beneath his hollowed-out eyes made his face appear to be nothing more than a skull. He was a grotesque parody of a human being. 

"You look terrible," she commented, leaning into her chair with an air of indifference. "Even worse than usual."

There was a wet huff. He cleared his throat, and her eyes fell to his hands, which were covered in a crisscross of white scars and the telltale wrinkles of old age. 

She decided to start, unperturbed by his silence. "I would have called, but you don't have a phone." 

"Don't lie," he said unkindly, no longer baring his teeth in a poor imitation of a grin. His lips were thin and papery and stuck to his eyeteeth. At one point in his life, he had been what many would have considered attractive in a cultured sort of way, but the veneer of age had washed away all illusions. He bore the marks of a bitter, cynical man, with sharp lines between his narrow brows. "You come when you like." He took a swig of coffee, seemingly considering the taste as he swirled it around his shallow cup. "Far be it for me to stop you." The last statement seemed to be something of a challenge, as he leveled his eyes at her. 

"It's not as though you're busy," she returned, pointedly glancing about his dingy kitchen. 

There was an intake of breath, one she'd come to associate with his displeasure. "What do you want? An apology for before?" he accused her, voice slightly gravelly, as though he had only just woken up. 

"Hardly. I came for advice," she admitted, tracing the lip of her cup with a fingernail. 

"Advice? You mean you want to hear my opinion and then ignore it?" he asked, a hint of humor to his voice. "Not about the boy?"

"No."

"He would behave better if you had taken a belt to him like I told you." His eyes seemed to glint strangely at his own words, and he gave her a tightlipped smile that was somehow worse than his grin. 

"I think I know how to raise him, thank you," she said more harshly than she intended. "No, this isn't about Gabriel."

"So quick to jump to his defense," the old man mused.

She ignored his jibe, though it left a bad taste in her mouth nonetheless. "Do you believe there is ever reason to sensor yourself?"

"In what manner?"

"Any."

"I've told you all about there being a time and place," Gabriel stated. 

"I mean in private." 

There was a bark of a laugh. "You know exactly what I think of that." 

"'If no one sees it, it didn't happen', you mean?" 

There was a grunt of approval. The man pulled a worn pack of cigarettes from his pocket, then pounded them into his palm. He offered her one, but she shook her head. "Suit yourself. Makes you die faster," he commented, before lighting up with a relish. 

"It doesn't seem to be working as you've intended," she observed. 

He blew a puff of smoke into her face and relaxed further into his chair, eyes glittering in an unsettling way. "You're only yourself in private," he began. "In life, all of us are nothing more than actors playing a part. If you can't be true to yourself behind closed doors, then you are either a masochist or a coward." 

He inhaled again, and she watched the end of the cigarette blaze orange. She could tell he was not finished, so she waited, watching the way he watched her. 

"There is something to be said for those out in the open," Gabriel continued, "however, being so blatant about desires can ironically keep you from what you want the most." He tapped some ash onto the tabletop, which was scarred with black burns. He leaned over the table slightly, as though he were about to impart a secret. His voice was low and tinged with smoke, "In this world, it pays to be a deceitful bastard. I would hope that you would know that by now."

It was her turn to laugh, though it was tainted with vitriol. "You say that as though you don't know me."

"Do I?" he asked, seemingly finding his own question to be funny. The corners of his eyes crinkled even further. 

"Ha ha," she mocked. "We're in private. I can be what I want to be, as you've just said."

"No my dear," he countered. "I'm not stupid enough to think you're honest with anyone, even yourself." He could see the anger flash behind her eyes, but he pressed on, "If you know you want something, you take it. Consequences only come to those who are too foolish to avoid them."

"Is that what they told you?" she questioned, her tone incredulous and scornful at the same time.

"No one had to tell me anything," he returned, jaw tightening. "Any animal worth his mettle knows."

"I don't think I've ever seen you deny yourself, or even lie about what you've wanted. You never bothered to cover up anything," she said, visiting their former conversation.

"And you can see where it has gotten me. I live on memories, nothing more," he answered, his accent thicker than usual. The utterance seemed to make him nostalgic, his eyes becoming glassy and unfocused. He twisted a battered skull ring around his forefinger absently. 

"Because you have chosen to," she asserted. "You have had every opportunity to live, but you stay holed up here. You have no one to blame but yourself." she finished angrily.

"Don't be foolish girl. I can't live the life I want! It's over! That world is dead and gone to me now. I have no interest in," he gestured outwardly with his hands, "whatever this is."

She scoffed. "Yes, you just have the worst possible life, and there couldn't be anything outside these walls that means anything. Don't give me your bullshit diatribe; I'm sick to death of hearing it," she said sharply, daring him to say something.

His eyes had gone even darker and his lips were nothing more than a thin slash across his face. "You know nothing. You're just a stupid little girl, as you always were. You can't even begin to understand what's been lost to me. So don't start thinking you can come into my home whenever you please and berate me like I'm that boy of yours. I've seen more than you will ever see, and if you think you know evil, you're terribly mistaken."

"Oh, I know it," she breathed, for once not looking him in the eyes.

He laughed disbelievingly and finished up his coffee, setting his cup down with more force than was necessary. "Tell me about him."

She looked up at her grandfather, teeth set on edge. "He's fine."

"He get that knife I sent him?"

"He was impressed with it," she admitted, though her eyes remained hardened.

Gabriel smiled in that way of his. "Good, good." He watched for a moment, as though considering his next words. "I'm surprised you're back so soon," he added conversationally, though it was truly anything but.

"I always come back," she responded flatly, though there was something lying dormant under her cooled exterior that Gabriel could easily sense. 

"When do I get to see him?"

"Never," she whispered, gaze falling to the old man's ring again. 

"I hardly think you're in a position to stop me."

"Oh, but I am. I'm his mother. You're nothing but a forgotten relative."

Her words stung, causing him to straighten in his chair like an adder drawing itself up for a fight. "I know where you live, and if I wish to see him, I will."

"You don't want to start this with me again."

"But I do. He's my grandchild. I couldn't give a flying fuck about the girl."

"You didn't seem so disappointed with me," she pointed out, knowing she was setting herself up for his harsh words. She didn't care. She wanted to rile him. They had been playing the game for too long, and she knew that after all of the years of it, she no longer had the upper hand. 

"If I were your father, I would have put a pillow over your mouth when you were an infant. You know exactly what I think of women. You were lucky to be old enough to fend for yourself or I would have left you to those disgraceful people you call family." He looked almost amused, though again she could hear his accent creeping into his words, a sure sign that there was more to what he was saying than he was letting on.

"You did such an exemplary job," she commented, laughing darkly. "I'm as much of a misogynist as you, despite all evidence to the contrary," she finished, gesturing to her body.

He smiled genuinely for once, and poured her more coffee. "It's been years, Claire. It's my right to see him."

She sobered at his words, eyes narrowing. This argument was nearly as old as her son was. She knew the time was coming when she would no longer be able to keep him away. He did have the right; she had accepted that, however she had decided long ago to postpone their meeting one another as long as she was able. That way her son's namesake would have less of a hold, less of an influence. She wanted her son to remember her words before his grandfather's. Gabriel Sr. was hardly the person to have around impressionable children, particularly with her son having a penchant for making the wrong choices.

There was a deafening silence, wherein they both eyed each other, Claire wearily, and Gabriel with a somewhat smug expression. He knew he was finally going to win the argument, and he was gloating about it in that underhanded way of his. 




Like Mother Like Son Ch. 05



"Let me choose when," she answered finally, conceding to his will.

"Fine."    

She studied him for a moment, frowning. She took another sip from her cup before rising from her chair. Her grandfather gave her a surprisingly respectful nod.

"Thank you for having me." 

"Of course," he said. 

Something shifted in his eyes, something that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She knew what it was, but she wanted nothing more than to be blind to it. It was a look she was all too familiar with from her own childhood, and it made her sick to her stomach. 

She wanted to close the door to that house behind her and never come back, but she knew that she wasn't capable. He was right about one thing: she always came back. Always.

It was night when Gabriel woke. He rubbed at his eyes, blinking tiredly, and contemplating whether or not it was even worth getting up. His mind instantly conjured up images of his mother at his desk, and with a jolt, he sat up, wide-eyed. No, she wasn't there. He let out a low laugh and pushed his sheet back. His bladder was protesting from the abundance of sugary drinks he'd had earlier, so in spite of his laziness, he moved toward the door, stretching. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something. He frowned, taking a few steps closer. A key. He stood there staring at it for a moment, registering in the back of his mind that his mother had taken the one to his door with her. This one was different, larger and gold, and very worn. He picked it up, then out of curiosity, and a need to prove it to himself, walked to the door and attempted to use it, only to discover the key would not go fully into the lock. So it was a different key. He looked at his room with a critical eye, trying to discern if anything was out of place otherwise. He could find nothing. There was no note, no explanation as to why the key was there. She had to have put it there. Who else would leave him a key? 

He could only think of a few places that were locked in the house, and given the size of the key it probably wasn't for the safe or glass cabinets, or anything like that. His gut told him it was a key to the basement, but that seemed incredibly far-fetched. She had run to her husband last night, not to him. She certainly hadn't treated him much differently than she ever had, and there had been no indication that she wished to share any of her private life with him. He twirled the key in his fingers, knowing that he had no choice in the matter. He wouldn't be able to sleep without knowing. After finishing his business, he made his way to the basement. It was 11pm, and Izzy and his father had already gone to bed. His mother could have been home as well, which troubled him, but not enough for him to reconsider. If she gave it to him, she would expect him to use it. There was also the chance she was still gone anyway, which would make everything all the easier. 

Walking down the steps gave him the chills. He felt like he was doing something criminal, which only seemed to fuel his desire to finally get behind the door that had been closed to him since he was a small child. He knew that even his father had never been inside, and the fact that she'd shown favoritism to him in such a way, was somewhat gratifying. She was sharing with him and no one else. That is...if the key fit. He fumbled for a moment, trying to get the key into its place. It was dark down the stairs, shadowed, even with the light from the floor above. He had to feel with his fingers to find the slot, then getting the damn key to go where he wanted was a trial in and of itself. The lock was worn and didn't seem to want to work, and momentarily he panicked, concluding in the back of his mind that it was all a sick joke. He jiggled the key in desperation, yanking on the doorknob so it clicked irritably. Finally, he could hear everything fall into place, and he was able to force the door open. 

The first thing he noticed was that it was too dark to see. He moved a few paces forward, searching through the dark, but unable to make much of anything out. When he took another step, he tripped, having to grab the wall for support as he realized that there were several more steps down. There must be a light, he thought, feeling around. He wanted to go get a flashlight, but his mind was in a whirl, and he couldn't bear to not know what was waiting for him at the bottom, even if it meant facing the unknown, inky blackness. As he slowly edged his way down, his hand found a panel on the wall, then eventually a switch. A single bulb above him flickered to life, its light pale and sickly, but enough to illuminate the staircase and cast frightening shadows on the walls that were almost worse than the impenetrable black. 

It smelled damp and earthy, and the air was considerably cooler. There were a lot more stairs that he had ever pictured, and he realized that the basement was much more underground than he had ever suspected. When he finally made his way off the last step, he came into a dark room, with hulking, scary shapes that could be nothing more than furniture. Somehow the whole place put him on edge, maybe because it was forbidden. His heart was thrumming painfully in his chest, as he expectantly tried to make things out. Again, he gracelessly searched the walls for another switch, his eyes adjusting somewhat to the dark, though not much. When he found it, the room instantly became cast in an eerie red glow. The lightbulbs, he realized, were red. He squinted at the room, making out the black walls covered in shimmering objects. Daggers, he thought. He moved forward cautiously, his pulse rising, as though anticipating a threat. What if it was a mistake? He thought ridiculously. What if he wasn't supposed to be down here? 

There was a very large TV toward the right of the room, with a stereo and everything else. The PS3 she had confiscated a year ago was also there, along with all the games. There were new ones as well, he noticed. He should have been angry, but somehow he found it amusing. In a case next to the TV stand, was a porn collection to make anyone blush. The cabinet was over six feet tall and at least three feet wide, with videos stashed in tiny jewel cases. He grabbed from places on different rows, just to be sure it was all pornography. Somehow he found it kind of endearing, and he briefly wondered how she would feel about letting him borrow a couple of movies. As if that would ever happen, he thought wryly. 

There was a tattered Nazi flag on the wall, stark against its black backdrop, accompanying some large, intricate looking axes above a door that probably led to the bathroom. There were two other doors, he noted, which he would get to. A desktop computer was set up in the corner opposite the television, with a large leather couch positioned somewhat in the middle of the room. It was worn, but looked comfortable, and was a deep ebony like most everything in the room. The space seemed smaller and claustrophobic because of the dark paint, and it gave the illusion of everything being hidden from view. There was a lamp by the computer, and it was tall and bent, with a shade made of red glass. When he switched it on, it too had a red bulb, and brought the cutouts that were pasted onto the walls into focus.

He moved closer, reaching out to touch the precisely-cut magazine centerfolds and small photos. One of them was a woman with her legs spread open, her fingers pulling at the lips of her most private of parts, holding it so that it was gaping wide for all to see. She was wearing tall patent boots that came up to her knees, and her face was frozen in a look of invitation. Some were men, but mostly they were women, each one posed in some act of debauchery. Nearly the entire wall by the computer was covered in them, some numerous that it was hard to separate one image from the others. There were even pictures of bestiality, which although they made him grimace, were difficult to look away from. 

Gabriel couldn't help but move along the wall, looking at all it had to offer. He had inadvertently made his way to a bookcase, its shelves lined with unmarked tomes. He pulled one down, rubbing at the sleek leather spine that was smooth under his fingertips. He flipped it open, enjoying the 'crack' sound that accompanied an old book. The pages were handwritten, some smeared as though his mother had been in too much of a hurry to allow them to dry. From what he could tell, it was another story, one that had a title on the first page that he didn't recognize. Unpublished books? His eyes automatically scanned the rows, until he realized there were a few books that were different from the others. He frowned, trying to make out the title on the spine of one particularly heavy tome in the low light. He brought the volume close to his face, letting out an audible laugh. Really? Juliette? He grabbed another, not completely surprised by the German copy of Mein Kampf, though he wondered if she was even capable of reading the language. There were a couple more philosophy books that he recognized and a fictional book on some German WWI pilot he had never heard of, but he decided not to dwell. 

He remembered that his mother could be back soon or could wake up, and the thought of getting caught in her basement was enough to make him return the books hastily to their spots. He wanted to know what was behind the doors; he needed to know, and he didn't have much time. He walked to the nearest one with trepidation, fingers pausing on the door handle momentarily before he wrenched it open. A bathroom. How anticlimactic. It was small, but had the traditional amenities, including a clawfooted tub that was overwhelming in the small space. Everything was dark, but somehow still remained tasteful. The entire basement reminded him of some kind of live-in dungeon, with its black walls and medieval weapons. It was somewhat cliché, and he found himself a little disappointed.

He went to the next door, not expecting much. When he opened it, he was somewhat taken aback, finding the smell of incense to be accosting in the small, closet-like space. There was just enough light from the living room to throw shadows against the wall and catch on the myriad of objects that were neatly arranged on the table and walls. But most troubling was what was hanging on the wall, perfectly centered like a tribute. It was a large skull with horns thick and tapered enough that they could likely rend organs from one's body. It was preserved forever in a half-decayed form, visceral and terrifying, like an acid had burned through fur and flesh, leaving behind the wet, bloody innards of muscle and tendon and bone. The sockets were nothing more than gaping black holes, somehow more horrific in the fact that there were no eyes to see from them. There was no telling what lay behind the darkness, and that thought made him shudder. He had never seen anything so monstrous. In fact, just being in the room made his head pound and his heart race. He felt wrong and unwanted in the space, enough so that the small room felt suffocating, yet somehow he couldn't bring himself to look away. 

It was as though he had torn back the veil to find his mother's deep, dark secret, rotting and evil at its core. He found it sickening, frightening, even. At the same time, it was astoundingly fascinating in its otherworldliness. It was beautiful. He didn't even want to begin deciding what any of it meant. There were a couple things he could think of, none of them good, which somehow made his excitement grow.

The altar---the only term he could think to describe it---was covered in beautifully crafted candelabras, all holding half-melted black candles with wax frozen in elegant drips down their sides. There was a rich tapestry protecting the tabletop, a deep red that was embroidered with symbols he didn't recognize. There was something else he could smell but could not identify, along with the acrid scent of smoke and something long since burnt. He noticed the chalice, which appeared to be the source of the smoky aroma. He picked it up somewhat hesitantly, the coolness of the silver feeling like fire on his heated skin. It was filled with bits of paper, their edges curled and brown. He grabbed at them, only to have them disintegrate in his fingertips. He rubbed at the ash that coated his hands, then put the chalice back, giving the wall hanging an inquiring stare. There was only one white candle in the bunch, placed to the right, seemingly strategically, though the meaning was lost on him. 

"What are you doing down here?"

Her voice startled him badly enough that he bumped into the table, the tinkering sound of the metal being jostled making him wince. 

"Jesus, you---"

"It's not polite to go through people's things," she commented, looking sinister in the red light that silhouetted her.

"The key," he said, struggling not to tumble his words, "you left it for me." When her expression didn't change, a panic started to rise in his chest. A clammy, cold sweat was starting at the back of his neck. Could it all be some terrible mistake? Was he not supposed to have it? What would she----

"What did you expect to find?" his mother questioned, coming nearer so that he was wedged between the altar table and her lean form. 

"Something dark," Gabriel answered truthfully, unnerved by their sudden closeness to one another. His eyes were having trouble seeing things in perspective with the strange red glow and his mother's body blocking the tiny entrance, making his end of the room cast in shadow. He didn't want to look back at the hanging on the wall because he knew that in the dull, unnatural light it would be even more menacing, a wet, living monster made of tortured internal tissues with gaping holes for eyes. 

Gabriel shook his head, unsure of how to proceed. He could maneuver his way passed her, but she was quick and he didn't doubt she would catch him on the stairs. He had also never attempted to physically overpower her before, at least not seriously. He was unsure as to what she was capable of, though he knew he was taller and weighed more than her. He damned his curiosity and whatever tricks she was playing on him. He didn't know if he would ever be able to play her game with any proper sense of direction. He felt as though he was in the wrong, yet she had left the key in his room! Hadn't she?

Without any warning, she backed out of the room, and slammed the door shut, locking her son inside. Instantly, Gabriel was cloaked in darkness. The smell of incense burned his lungs as he stepped forward toward the door blindly, fingers grasping at air until he came into contact with its rough surface. He tried not to think about the thing on the wall. If he thought about it, he knew he would be reduced to nothing more than a scared child. He didn't know why it creeped him out so much, but the intense fear he felt just looking at it, was enough for him to be cautious of the thing. He wouldn't think about it...

"Mother," he said, yanking on the doorknob to no avail. "Mom," he implored weakly, hating himself for being so stupid, and hating her for being such a mean bitch and putting him in a situation he couldn't be in control of. He pounded on the door a couple of times with his fist, finding the slight pain to be a welcome distraction. He beat the door harder, his anger lighting up instantly. 

"Open the goddamn door!" he shouted at her, trying not to let his body take in the shallow breaths it wanted, and instead trying to calm himself by breathing deeply. "You fucking bitch, open the door!"

Gabriel yelled at her until his voice went hoarse, and threw his body against the door until his side ached. He managed to keep from panicking, but he was beyond angry at her, yet again. He didn't understand how one person could so easily pull him through so many emotions. Again he tried not to think about what was on the wall, or the weird smell he was starting to detect, hidden under the heady scent of the jasmine or whatever it was that was making it hard to breathe properly.

He finally slumped to the floor, leaning his body into the door and letting his forehead rest against the coolness of its metal. It was five minutes after that that the locks on the door were worked, and he was finally let out. He scrambled to his feet, all too eager to be away from the tiny, claustrophobic room. He rounded on her seconds later.

"What was that for?" he asked her venomously, scarcely keeping his tone out of the realm of a snarl.

"For being presumptuous and going into my rooms without my permission." She was smiling at him, looking decidedly amused. "And for being afraid of the dark."

"You know what? Fuck you. I'm out of here," he growled, no longer able to contain his hatred. He wanted to be anywhere she wasn't. Just as he stormed by her, she snatched one of his wrists, her eyes even more of an enigma than usual. Light seemed to flicker in them like it was alive, and she seemed to be evaluating him, taking him in. She licked her lips. 

"Leaving so soon?" He tried to pull away from her, but her grip was iron-like. His face twisted in fury and hatred and his blue eyes narrowed. 

"Am I just a toy to you?" he asked, a hint of incredulity to his voice. "You think I'm just going to bend to your will and do what you want? You locked me in a damn closet! With that..." he searched for a word but could find nothing sufficient, "thing! What are you doing in here, performing some kind of whacked out black mass?" His gaze was accusing, but her expression lost none of its amusement.

"You've always wanted to know what was down here, didn't you?"

"That doesn't give you the right to lock me up! God, who the hell taught you logic?" Again, he twisted in her grip, ashamed that he found the bite of her nails in his skin to be appealing at such a moment. "Let go of me!" He knew he could have wrenched his arm free if he had truly put the effort into it, yet something held him back. The sick part of him the reveled in the attention, was awakening. Even in his anger, he couldn't deny the appeal of her, looking so pleased with herself, so arrogant and cruel and horrible all at the same time. 

"There's a bedroom down here," she commented offhandedly, finally relinquishing his wrist. 

"Is that supposed to entice me?" he responded darkly, too bitter to believe she would ever do anything besides lead him on. He wanted to leave. He wanted to have the willpower to walk away from her without being plagued by regret, but he knew it was an impossible wish. He was rooted to the spot, even as the anger continued to twist and wind its way around his heart, settling in with the other strange emotions that lingered there. He wanted to be invited, he wanted to be the one she felt she could show things to, regardless of how seriously fucked up they might be. He knew he was seeing things that even his father had never gotten the opportunity to witness. Her secret world was at his feet, and the temptation of it was killing him. 

She ended up making the decision for him. When her hands found the button on his jeans, he knew there would be no turning back. It was like opening a floodgate, and when all the water came crashing down around, there was nothing to staunch the tidal wave of resentment, hate, and desire that had been stifled for a large part of his life. He wanted to hit her, he wanted to kiss her, and he wanted to scream at her for being such a sorry excuse for a mother and letting him feel so wrong. He had convinced himself that it was all her fault, and something from the beginning had not set like it should have, becoming a sloppy rendition that was easily torn down and cast aside. There should have been barriers, but the second skin met skin, everything melted away, meaningless.

Her nails were scraping all the way down to his stomach, down through the sparse, dark hair that led in a lazy trail to his groin. Gabriel grabbed at her waist, struggling to get his hands beneath her fitted shirt as she blindly backed him into the door. She seemed to lose sight of her goal for a moment, as a wayward hand managed a light grope over the thin, lacy fabric of her bra. She slammed him into the door, as if to remind him of who was in charge, but he could only grin at her as he dragged her shirt over her head in a confused tangle. Then the door jerked open and they both stumbled inside, Gabriel momentarily disoriented by the sudden encompassing black. Then a pale, yellow light flicked on, causing him to blink rapidly. 




Like Mother Like Son Ch. 05



His mother's black bra was mostly just for show. The lace was so delicate that little was left to the imagination. 

"You wear that for me?" he asked, unable to keep from smiling. 

"If only I thought of you that often," she murmured, reaching down far enough that one of her cold hands slid up against his scorching skin. His intake of breath caught in his chest, as one of her fingers found the damp little slit on the head of his cock. She stroked it lovingly, her lips parted and her gaze never leaving his. "A little excited?"

"Never for you," he responded, biting back a moan that was trying to tear its way out of his throat. 

There was a bed behind him, he knew, but she kept him standing, one hand wound around the base of his neck in a firm, controlling manner, while the other began working his length with slow, deliberate movements. His jeans were too confining, but she didn't seem to mind. She was right in his face, breath tickling at his skin, her hair fluttering against his jaw. He could smell her and it was driving him wild. His hand went for her tits again, and he was somewhat surprised when she didn't slap him away. He explored them evenly, taking both in either hand and thoroughly enjoying them as much as he was able to through the scant material. She had somehow completely freed him of all the fabric covering his lower body, though for the life of him he couldn't remember when. Finally his thump looped under her bra, followed by the rest of his fingers, as he lifted one side up above her breast, but she would have none of it. 

Without warning she was on her knees, and she stared up at him for the briefest moment before she took as much of his length as she could get into her mouth. It was happening so fast he almost couldn't accept it. He flinched out of shock, but had no intention of fighting her, even as her teeth grazed the sensitive skin in her rush to bury him in her throat. Suddenly he was enveloped in warmth, and all he could feel was her lips and tongue, and the velvety expanse of her throat. He threw his head back, trying to slow his breathing, but unable to think in the slightest. He wanted to bury his hands in her hair, but thought better of it, settling on forcing his fingers into her shoulder as she had once done to him. She lapped at him experimentally, but it didn't seem to satisfy her, and seconds later he was down her throat again. 

She moved slow and steady at first, but it didn't last long. It became frantic quickly, as though she couldn't get enough of what she wanted. He had no desire to protest; he let her have whatever she would take. Her hands were forcing his hips forward, until he could hear and feel her almost choking herself. Every time she pulled away she was gasping for breath, and when she looked up at him, he couldn't hold her gaze, too afraid it would be his undoing, that he would find a disgust there or disappointment that he didn't want to see. 

It was getting to be too much, and even though he wanted to see it through, he wanted to fuck her more. If she would let him. Although, he reflected, he probably wasn't going to be the one doing the fucking. 

"S-stop" he warned breathily, trying to pull away while still in her grasp. "I'm going to---fuck---" 

His mother reluctantly released him, and without her hands to hold him in place, he felt unstable and weak-kneed, and the ball of pleasure that was resting in his gut was almost painful in its demanding pulse. She was smiling, her lips wet with saliva and glistening in the low light. She was still on her knees, half undressed with her chest heaving prettily. She laughed, and even with the humor in it, Gabriel felt something slither up his spine. Her hands reached behind her to unclasp her bra, then discard the rest of her clothing. She was in too much of a hurry for grace, and within less than a minute, she was completely nude. She threw her panties at his feet. He couldn't keep his gaze from between her legs, but instead of insulting him, she only raised an eyebrow.

"I think you should get on the bed," Gabriel said, hating that he made it sound like a suggestion. Pathetically enough he was even more nervous and unsure than he was letting on. He didn't know why he was behaving so stupidly; it wasn't like this was his first time. 

It's your first time with your mother, his mind supplied traitorously. 

Surprisingly she obeyed, though she seemed amused and it was clearly at his expense. She placed herself in the center of the bed, letting her legs splay just enough that there was nothing left to the imagination. He let out a shaky breath, not sure whether or not she was toying with him or truly humoring him. He couldn't explain anything at the moment, and frankly he couldn't bring himself to care. Gabriel went to her, maneuvering himself so that he was above her on all fours, his too-long hair hanging in his eyes. She was stroking at his sides, fingers kneading between his rubs almost painfully. It was taking everything he had not to just force himself on her. He wanted to enjoy the moment, actually do something memorable than just the animalistic side of things. There was no other time when she would be so open and vulnerable to his whims. She shifted underneath him, arching slightly as he experimentally kissed and bit at her throat. It quickly became apparent that as always, she seemed to have ulterior motives. She was twisting, snaking her legs until they were outside his own. He let out an unintentional gasp as the tip of his cock touched something warm and slick. 

He tried to keep the need out of his voice, but failed. "Can't we---" he swallowed, "take this slow?"

Her eyes were so close to his own that he thought he could for once make out an iris, though it was dark enough that the barest hint of shadow changed his mind. Her eyes were black, he decided, and up close they seemed even more ominous. 

She let out a strangled, frustrated sound, bringing their lower bodies into contact again. "Slow?" she repeated, sounding mocking. 

She was pulling him toward her insistently, and he had to force his body rigid to keep himself from pushing into her. The power was shifting, and he hated it. He wanted to be in control for once, just once, but he could feel the crescents her nails were making in his skin, and there was nothing he wanted more. He knew that they were about to cross some kind of line, that this would change things, but he felt like he was too far now for there to be any chance of turning back. He wanted her, he wanted this, and if he could have it, there was no way in hell he would deny himself. Fuck the hate, fuck the consequences. If she hated him for it later, then so be it. It had been her choice to spread her legs for him, and she was the one who was supposed to know more than anyone what she was getting herself into.

Gabriel grabbed her by the waist with one hand, then guided himself to her with the other. It took one hurried thrust for him to lose whatever sense of right and wrong he had been fooling himself into believing he had. He felt like he had no choice, especially when he heard her quiet gasp, and he felt her legs curling around him so that he was forced as far into her as he could go. He dug his fingers of one hand into her side, using his grip as leverage before allowing himself to let go. He wasn't gentle, and he could tell by the hitches in her breathing that he wasn't the only one enjoying it. He was looking straight down at her, and he found it hard to keep his eyes locked onto her intense gaze. She was meeting him movement for movement, and one of her hands found the hair at the nape of his neck, bringing his face inches from hers. He didn't resist; he didn't know how. When their lips met, it somehow made things complete. What had been an almost distant act made something light curl around his heart almost painfully. Her mouth was harsh and demanding, but he let her demand, unable to keep himself from moaning as he felt her grow even wetter, so that even the short, black curls of his groin were glistening. 

It was ridiculous how many times he had imagined it, but it had never been so good, even with a stand in to enhance the fantasy. She wasn't like them; she was involved. He was on top, but he almost felt like she was in control, particularly when she seemed to spur him on with a dark smile that he was sure even his father might have never seen. He couldn't help but watch in fascination at the way her breasts moved with each thrust. He bit at a nipple sharply, and she let out a surprised moan of pleasure. He licked and sucked at it almost violently, pausing in his movements in order to pace himself. 

She slapped him on the side, murmuring breathily, "I didn't say you get to stop." Gone was her usual anger, and in its place was amusement, which was apparent in the curve of her lips and the softness of her voice. 

Gabriel let out an appreciative moan as he started again, even faster than before. Soon enough, she was making the sweetest sounds, and he could almost forget that she was more or less the person in the world he most liked to hate. She doesn't make that sound for David, something whispered to him. It was apparent that he wasn't going to last long. There was a frenzy for a moment, where he couldn't figure out who ended where. There was nothing but warm skin meeting his own, and a strange feeling of elation that was building in his chest. Happiness? 

He was going to come in his mother. It was still a horrible thought somewhere, in some dusted, unused part of his mind. He pushed the disgust away, not wanting anything to mar what was happening. She seemed to know, and was pushing her hips into his even harder, so much so that he almost couldn't take it. The pleasure that had built was almost painful in its intensity, and when she yanked him by the hair to kiss him again, he couldn't hold on anymore. He was buried to the hilt, and suddenly everything felt so hot and slick and good all at once. He shuddered, and her grip on him was possessive and tight, fueling his release, which seemed to stretch on for several moments. He had fantasized about it for so long, that it was surreal, and when he suddenly came back to himself, he was almost surprised to find her truly there, his skin sticking to hers with drying sweat.

He withdrew slowly, and they were motionless for a moment, breathing heavily. Her eyes were half-closed, but she was watching him intently. He thought for a moment that she would reprimand him for collapsing on top of her, but much to his shock, she said nothing, just giving him that strange look. He let one of his hands wander down her side, then to one of her hips, where he lightly traced over the soft skin. She moved underneath him, shifting her body so that he had easier access. When his fingers came into contact with her very damp center, he inhaled sharply, unable to suppress a grin.

"Is it always like this?"

She raised an eyebrow, not responding. Gabriel trailed his fingers over the thin skin, pushing until it yielded. She opened her legs wider in response, until his two digits disappeared up to the knuckles. He had moved off of her to get a better view, but found that the urge to taste her was stronger than he had imagined. He didn't bother to ask permission verbally, instead insisting with his tongue, which darted quickly from her center to her clit, which he only grazed with the barest of touches. Her resulting moan was quiet, but needy, and without hesitation, he grabbed her by the thighs and pulled her closer. 

He gave her one final look of longing, before burying his face between her legs. She tasted sweet and feminine, with the slight hint of his own musk intermingled. She was wanton, not the least bit shy like he was accustomed to. Her hands were as insistent as ever, tangling in his hair and encouraging him to tongue her deeper. She was watching him over her breasts with a lewd smile, her lips slightly parted, and his movements punctuated by her soft sounds of enjoyment. 

Something about the act made it almost as tantalizing as the sex. Maybe it was the fact that for once, she was truly at his mercy, and she wasn't protesting. Her constant, insistent arousal wasn't lost on him; he could taste it. She was arching to meet his mouth, and the innocence of it, the uncontrollable need that she couldn't hide, was sickeningly satisfying. 

Soon, she was quivering with enjoyment, and he could see her body was growing steadily more rigid. He fingered her suddenly, letting his thumb wiggle its way inside of her, while his middle finger searched and found her other entrance, pushing at it gently, but assuredly until it gave in to his attention. She was wet enough that it was easy for him to abuse her. But she wanted it, he could hear it in her surprised gasp, and the way she forced herself even further onto his fingers. 

It didn't take long for her lithe body to tense. She was looking up at the ceiling, her hair strewn about her, one hand clutching at his hair and the other at the sheets beneath her. When she climaxed, he could feel it. Her body clenched at his fingers, and her nails were painfully imbedding into his scalp. Her thighs quivered and her throaty moan was unrestrained. It took a moment for her to still, and he only observed her as her chest rose and fell, her breathing labored. 

She was beautiful and perfect, and he hated himself for thinking it. Fucking her wouldn't change anything---at least he didn't think it would. He knew that once she came around she would be back to her usual self, and he would be the disappointing son, yet again. The thought was sobering as he sat up, wiping his mouth on his arm and watching her with a dark expression. She turned her head to the side to look at him. He would have given anything to know what she was thinking. He was also trying not to think about licking his fingers in front of her. 

"David will be wondering why I'm not in bed," she commented, voice a little more toneless than he would have liked.

Gabriel scoffed. "Don't tell me you're going to go fuck him too," he responded bitterly. 

"Hardly." She let out a sound of annoyance and gingerly sat up, straightening her legs out so that she was no longer completely exposed to him. 

"So what now?" he asked quietly, eyeing her with a healthy wariness.

"Now? Nothing." She got up from the bed. 

"So what, we fuck and that's it? What if someone finds out?"

"I won't be telling anyone," she answered. "I suggest you do the same."

"Unbelievable," he said, shaking his head. 

Gabriel roughly began to gather his clothes, knuckles gone white, as he snatched them up and forced them on.



"David leaves early tomorrow," his mother said quietly. 

Gabriel looked up, frowning. "So what?"

"Nothing," she responded, smile a little too dark for his liking. 



Like Mother, Like Son  Ch.2



Sorry that it took me so long to continue but I hope it was worth the wait. 

 Special thanks to Dotty for editing my story.

 Enjoy!

After Nico and Elke took their bath, they ate and went to bed. The day's activities had worn them out, both physically and mentally. When Nico woke up refreshed the next morning he found his mother was gone. But more surprising to him was the fact that his arms and legs were tied to the bedposts. A smile covered his face.

'Well, what is she up to now?'

But as time went on there was still no sign from his mother. He listened carefully and tried to make out any noise in the house. But accept for the usual creepy sounds, there was nothing.

"Damn, where is she? Doesn't she know that most people have to use the bathroom when they wake up?'

His bladder was full and stretched almost to the limit. The pain started slowly but grew with every minute. When he looked at the clock he realized that almost an hour had past. Suddenly the phone rang. However, in his position, Nico was unable to answer it and so the answering machine took it. He heard his father's voice and was shocked for a moment but quickly realized that it was the machine. After the peep he could hear his mother's voice.

'Good morning, sweetheart! Are you awake yet? Uhh I hope so. You aren't in any discomfort are you? I just called to let you know I'm at the mall to get some special groceries for today. I will be home in a while so enjoy yourself. Love you.'

Nico sighed after his mother hung up.

'Shit, I hope I can hold on that long!'

The pain in his bladder was extreme but not yet unbearable. To kill time and get his thoughts off his urge to pee, he started to plan his revenge.

Meanwhile his mother was walking through the shop just looking around. She already bought what she needed and was only killing some time. She wanted her son to be in more agony before she went home. With her husband gone, she thought it was safe to leave her son on the bed tied up and naked.

'I can't wait to see the video of his face later on.'

Elke had placed a camera in the closet out of sight for Nico. She had planned everything into detail...or so she thought.

Little did she know that Nico's grandmother was on her way to her daughter's house. Now that Nico was a student, Heidi didn't get to see him anymore. The last time was almost a year ago and now she knew that her grandson and daughter were home and she wanted to surprise them both. As she drove into the driveway she noticed the car was gone.

'Oh no. Well I hope they are not gone away for the day. Thank God I have the key to the house.'

She removed her 66?year?old body from the car and walked towards the door. For her age, Heidi looked much younger. She was as big as her daughter was but her body was filled out more.

Nico had heard the car pulling into the driveway and was glad to be finally released. But to his dismay, his mother didn't walk directly towards the living room. Only after he called out for her he heard footsteps nearing the bedroom.

'Hurry mom! I can't hold it much....'

'Aaaahh!'

To Nico's shock it was his grandmother standing in the doorway with wide eyes and screaming. As his brain tried to cope with this situation he forgot to control his bladder. At first he didn't even realize that his pee was flowing freely over his stomach onto the bed. When he did feel it on his body, he tried to stop the flow but it was useless. The urge to release was too strong and Nico even let out a small sigh.

Heidi was even more shocked to see her grandson tied up naked in her daughter's bed. And when she noticed him pissing himself, it was too much for her. With tears in her eyes she ran outside and drove off, all the while trying to calm herself. Nico didn't even try to stop her. His mother herself couldn't come up with anything as humiliating as what just happened.

'Oh God! How can I ever face her again? How can we explain it to her?' As the questions ran through his mind he closed his eyes and waited for his mom to arrive.

Only ten minutes after Heidi left, Elke arrived home. The thought of her son lying in a bed drenched with urine had made her very horny. She opened the door and practically ran to the bedroom. As she didn't know what happened just a few minutes ago, she was determined to continue with her plan. She took off her wet panties and before Nico could say anything more than 'Mom...I,' she stuffed them in his mouth.

Nico shook his head "no" and tried to finish his sentence but the only sounds that came through the panties were grunts. If Elke hadn't been so horny, she might have noticed that her son tried to say something important.

'Hello my dirty little son. I see you had a little accident! Shall mommy clean that up for you?'

Nico rolled his eyes and again shook his head "no." At this moment he wished that his mother wasn't such a horny slut.

'No? I guess you like the feeling of your pee on your body!'

She moved her hands over his wet stomach and spread it over Nico's chest. Then she went further down and covered his dick and balls with the now cold fluid.

'Oh, clumsy me! I better clean that! You know it's not good for your cock to be dirty!'

Elke lowered her head and started to lick around Nico's limp cock. The taste was much stronger this time but she liked it anyway. Slowly she lowered her tongue towards Nico's balls and sucked on them.

As soon as Nico felt his mother's tongue on his body, he forgot all about his grandma. His cock started to stir and rise slowly. By the time he felt Elke's hot mouth around his balls, it stood at full attention.

'You like it when mommy licks your dick, don't you? Oh, I forgot. You can't speak.'

Elke moved her mouth higher until she reached the rigid, purple dick?head. She flicked her tongue over his pisshole and closed her lips around the shaft. Then she sucked hard on it and with her hand massaged Nico's nipples. She lowered her mouth and swallowed the shaft down her throat only to rise slowly again. She repeated this several times till she felt that Nico was nearing his orgasm.

'Would you like to cum, sweetheart? I think you want to shoot your load into my mouth don't you? Well not this time! But before I continue today's exercise I think you need to release the worst pressure.'

With that Elke climbed over him and impaled herself on her son's cock.

'Uhhh.....this feels so good, son! Your long hard cock in my pussy.'

She moved up and down, getting faster with every stroke.

'Ohhh yes. I'm fucking my son, my own flesh and blood and I love every second of it! You like that too, son? Tell mommy!'

Nico was like his mother...near cumming. Her hot throbbing cunt was milking his cock to get its award. Elke removed her panties from Nico's mouth just before they erupted into orgasm.

'Ohhh mom. I'm gonna cum. I'm going to shoot my cum up your hot sluttish pussy. Ahh yes, take it mom, take it!'

Nico's cock emptied his balls deep in Elke's pussy. Load after load shot against her cervix and she felt every one of them. This sent her over the edge and Nico felt her cunt walls contract around his shaft.

'Yes, yes yeeessss...I'm cummmmmingggg...ohhh fuck yes!'

Elke's cunt juices squirted from her pussy and ran down Nico's cock and balls. She slowed her movements and took a moment to get her breath back. But as soon as she heard Nico speak she felt more out of air than during her orgasm.

'Mom, grandmother was here! She saw me tied to the bed and pissing myself!'

Elke felt as if she was hit by a truck. She didn't dare to open her eyes or say anything in the hope she hadn't heard correctly.

'Mom, are you alright?'

'W..what did you say?'

'Grams was here! And she saw me.'

'No, no! That can't be!'

Elke felt as if she was going to faint.

'Oh God. Now what? I'm fucking my son since yesterday and already we are caught!'

To her own surprise, that was what bothered her most.

'Mom? Are you alright?'

'What do you think!', she snapped back at her son. 'Of course I'm not alright!'

She moved away from her son and stood next to the bed. While she was thinking what to do she felt her son's sperm run out of her pussy and down her legs. She couldn't help that a shiver of excitement ran through her body.

"I tried to tell it sooner but you didn't let me!'

'I was wondering why you were acting so strange but I wished it was for another reason!'

'Can I ask you something, mom?'

'Yes, sure.'

'Could you maybe untie me? It's not easy thinking with your hands and feet suspended!'

To Nico's relief, he heard a little giggle from his mom before she loosened his restraints. The rest of the morning and a part of the afternoon they thought about what to do. There were only two solutions they came up with. One was to talk to Heidi and explain everything, hoping she would understand. If that wouldn't work, there was just one more possibility: Make her join them. They started to gather all their courage and left to visit her.

While mother and son were planning their next move, Heidi was also thinking about what to do. After she drove off that morning she just drove around, gathering her thoughts. In the beginning she was shocked and angry with her daughter.

'How could she do such a thing with her son? I raised her differently. How could they?'

However, as she calmed down she found herself thinking about Nico. How he lay there helpless and naked. She had to admit to herself that it was an exciting view. Even when he started to pee. But she dismissed these thoughts as nothing more than lack of sex. Her husband had died six years ago and since then she never had sex again. This was difficult for her because she could never get enough of the feeling of a thick hard cock in her cunt.

'Jeeez, woman. Stop thinking like that. You're to old for that!'

But she couldn't ignore that her fluids started to flow.

'Well, maybe I should go home and look for my toys. In this state of mind I can't think straight!'

She drove home and entered her bedroom. She went straight to her closet and retrieved a small brown box from the back. As she opened it, her eyes fell on the 6?inch vibrator and 9 inch dildo. She grabbed them both and walked over to the bed and took off her clothes. Her hands wandered all over her body, kneading her breasts and massaging her pubic area. Heidi felt her dripping cunt and stroked her clit.

'Uhhh!!!!!!....that's it! Ohhh how I missed this feeling!'

She was alone in the house and so, talked out loud; every word adding to her arousal. Heidi turned on the vibrator. She moved it over her nipples, which were hard, protruding out an inch. The other hand took the dildo and started to push it into her hot pussy.

'Ahhh, yes! Push that cock inside this old cunt! Ohhh, it's so hard! Come on, fuck me, fuck me hard!'

She fell back on the bed with her legs spread wide, plunging her dildo deep inside her pussy. As she was fucking herself, her thoughts went back to the morning and her naked grandson.

'Mmmmmm....how I wish I just had jumped you, Nico!" Fucking my own grandson! Sucking on your beautiful dick!'

Heidi lowered the vibrator onto her clit and, at the first touch she started to cum....

'Aaargghhh...yesssss I'm cumminggg! Shoot your hot cream inside your granny! Cum with meeeeeaaahhh!'

A powerful orgasm shot through her body as she thought about her grandson shooting inside her. Even though she hadn't felt like this in years, she felt a bit sad about what she did. Exausted, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a fantasy?filled dream.

Elke and Nico arrived at Heidi's house not too long after. Both had shaking legs as they neared the door and their hearts were beating fast when they rang the bell. They looked at each other nervously as they waited for Heidi to answer the door.

'What's taking her so long? Her car is here so she must be home. Nico, would you ring again?'

Again they waited for an answer but nothing happened. A little concerned, Elke grabbed the keys and let themselves in. They looked around but couldn't find her downstairs. So they walked up the stairs towards the bedroom. When Elke entered she froze in her tracks and Nico bumped into her.

'What's wrong mom?'

Elke stepped aside and answered:

'Nothing, I guess. Look for yourself.'

Nico immediately saw his nude grandmother on the bed. As both stepped closer they could smell Heidi's pussy juices.

'Look mom!'

Elke followed Nico's gaze between her mother's legs and recognized a dildo still buried inside her cunt.

'Well, well. Maybe we aren't in much trouble after all, son! Apparently I'm not the only one you turn on!'

'You think so? What if it's just coincidence?'

'No way that she would have stuck that thing up her cunt if she was disgusted by what she saw earlier! Do you want to continue the game from this morning but with another player?'

'Well she looks hot to me but what about you? It's your mother. Ever done it with another woman?'

As soon as Nico asked that question, he knew it was a stupid, knowing his mother.

'Of course I have!'

'What's your plan mom?'

Instead of answering right away, Elke started to take off her clothes. Nico followed her example and soon both were naked.

'You stick your cock in her while I suck on her clit and push my pussy in her face!'

Nico climbed on the bed between Heidi's legs and removed the dildo from her cunt. Elke quickly sat over her mother's face and lowered her pussy till just above it. She was so excited that some of her fluids dripped on Heidi's mouth. Then Elke bent forward and started to lick her mother's clit. As soon as Nico saw his mother lapping at Heidi's cunt he pushed his cock inside his grandmother's cave. She wasn't as tight as her daughter but made up for it in heat and wetness.

'Man she is hot. How does she taste mom?'

Elke scooped some juices on her finger and held it in front of her son's mouth. Nico licked it off and stated:

'Mmmmhh, just like you, mom!'

As Nico started to stroke in and out of his granny, Heidi's breath became shallow and she started to moan slightly. Elke could feel her mothers breath on her engorged clit and got even hornier.

'Come on, son! Give it to her! Fuck her good!'

Immediately Nico doubled his speed and Elke sucked hard on Heidi's clit while stroking it with her tongue. From all this, Heidi finally woke up in a very aroused state. Her pussy hadn't had this much attention in years and the feeling was incredible. So when she opened her eyes and saw a dripping cunt above her she didn't think straight and started to lap at it furiously.

'Ohhh Nico, she awake and licking my cunt! Uhhh!!!!! My own mother lapping my pussy!'

Hearing her daughter speak startled Heidi for a second, but that passed quickly. At this point she didn't care who was fucking her or whose cunt she was licking as long as the orgasm that built inside her would come quickly. Her grandson's cock was taking care of that and soon she was on the edge. She stopped licking and instead pushed three fingers up her daughter's pussy and rubbed her clit with her thumb.

'Ohh!! fuck! I'm almost there! Fuck me harder, Nico! Suck your mother's clit, child! Uhhhhhh, yes!!! Here it comes! Yes...yes.yyyeeeeeesssssssssssss!'

Nico felt his grandmother's cunt walls contracting around his shaft and when his mother pushed a finger up his ass he started to shoot deep inside his granny. This feeling of being filled by her own grandchild triggered another but small orgasm within Heidi who still was fingering Elke.

'Ahh mom! Your fingers feel sooo gooood! You make me cum. My own mother makes me cummmmmm!!!!!"

Elke squirted a load of pussy juice over her mother's face and Heidi tried to swallow every drop of that sweet nectar. But as her lust subsided she stopped immediately and pushed her daughter from her.

'What the hell did you just do to me!', she screamed. 'You raped me, your own family!'

Nico and Elke were taken back by this sudden outburst of anger.

'What are you talking about? You liked every second of it!' Elke answered.

'That doesn't mean shit. You don't have the right to fuck me while I sleep. Moreover, if I had known from the beginning that it was my daughter and grandson, I never would have liked it. That's sick, it's incest!'

Now Elke got mad.

'That's bullshit! If you think it's sick why did you fuck yourself with your toys after you saw Nico?'

'Get out of my house! I don't want to see either of you anymore!'

'Fine mom! Then this great cock will all be mine. But you will come back. Now that you've done it, you'll want it again! And I can't wait to see you beg for it!'

Elke grabbed her clothes and walked out of the room, followed by a stunned Nico. He hadn't expected this sudden outburst of anger and was glad to leave. They drove home mostly in silence only interrupted by comments from Elke like:

'That bitch! That fucking slut! Oh, she will come to us beggin for it. Just wait. You'll see.'

When they got home they didn't feel like doing much so just watched TV and went to bed early.

Heidi on the other hand couldn't sleep. After her family left she started to cry. First, because of what they did to her. But then, because she got mad and kicked them out. Her daughter was right although it was hard for her to admit. She loved what had happened and wanted it again. However, she really dreaded to face her daughter again. Deep in her mind, though, she knew she would, sooner or later...probably a lot sooner than later. 

But after lying awake for hours she decided to swallow her pride and see them in the morning. With this decision made, she finally fell asleep.

When she woke in the morning she quickly showered and put on some make up and nice clothes. She was very nervous about what would happen at her daughter's house but couldn't help feeling excitement as well. After she ate she stepped into her car and drove off. Luckily for her, Nico and Elke were up early so when she rang the doorbell Elke opened in her bathrobe.

'What do you want mother?'

'I...I...may I speak to you both?'

'I think you said enough yesterday!'

Elke started to close the door. She and Nico had decided that they would make it hard on her and would treat her like a shit before forgiving....

'Please wait. Let me make it up to you. I'll do anything!'

'The servants entrance is around the back, slut!'

With that Elke slammed the door. A smile crept on her face and she whispered to Nico who had stayed behind the door.

'We have her where we want her. Now let the fun begin!'

Although Heidi was a little surprised that her dauthter would speak to her like that, she did what was told her. She had expected something like this after seeing Nico naked on the bed, but had hoped that their anger wouldn't become reality. But beyond all this, she couldn't help being excited.

'Well, lets see what will happen!'

As she entered the garden she saw her two siblings standing there already. As she walked towards them, Elke stopped her.

'Before we continue I have one thing to say. We will do whatever we want with you and you have to obey every command. If you want to stop it, do it now. This is your last chance. Do you understand, mother?'

After thinking it over, Heidi nodded yes.

'Tell us mom!'

'Yes I understand.'

'All right then. Get undressed slut!'

Slowly she removed her clothes, feeling embarrassed to do so in front of Nico even though he had seen her the day before. As she removed her underwear she started to blush and couldn't look them in their eyes. Finally she stood naked and waited for what would come next. Elke and Nico walked towards her and inspected her body. Her breasts were sagging but her nipples stood erect. Between her legs she had a thick bush of hair and her cunt lips were hanging slightly. As with her daughter she still had beautiful legs and her ass was round but not as firm as it used to be.




Like Mother, Like Son  Ch.2



'Go into the bathroom. There you will find a razor and shaving cream. Don't you dare come back before every hair between your legs is gone! My son likes his pussy bald! Now hurry.'

Although Heidi was always very sexual and had some kinky thoughts over the years, she never before shaved her cunt. So it took quite some time before she was done, inspecting very carefully that every hair was gone. When she arrived back in the garden she saw that her relatives had brought out some toys. Some even bigger than her own dildo.

'Lay on the grass and spread your legs!'

Again she blushed but did what she was told. The feeling of the cold wind over her bald pussy was a new sensation to her. One she quite liked, actually.

'Now show us what you did yesterday when you came back home.'

'Please, not in front of you.'

'Shut up bitch. If you're already complaining we can better forget about the whole thing!'

'No, no! I'll do it', Heidi answered with a whimper.

Nico handed her an 8?inch dildo and Heidi began to play with her cunt and breast. At first she was still embarrassed but soon the thought of having an audience turned her on and she spread her legs wider to give them a better view. By now her pussy was getting wet and she started to moan.

'Suck on that dildo before you fuck yourself with it. If you're lucky you might taste your daughter on it.'

Heidi licked around the head before putting it in her mouth. Nico was right; she could taste Elke on it. That added only to her excitement. After a few minutes the dildo was wet and slippery and she lowered it towards her cunt. Slowly she entered inch after inch into her sopping tunnel until she could barely hold onto it.

Watching Heidi pleasuring herself was a great turn on for the two others. While watching her, they disrobed and kneeled beside her to get a better view. They could hear the sopping noises coming from her pussy and smell her excitement.

'Look at us, mom! Tell us what you want!'

Heidi opened her eyes and looked at her daughter and grandson. By now she was too far?gone to care anymore.

'I..I want you to fuck me!'

'That's not enough. Talk like the slut you are!'

'I want Nico to stick that cock up my pussy and fill me with his seed. I want your pussy on my face and taste your juices. Please take me, do with me what you want. I'm your slut!'

'Now, that sounded much better!'

Nico removed the dildo and positioned his cock in front of his granny's cunt. Elke kneeled over her face and lowered herself until she could feel her mothers nose against her cunt.

'Beg for it mom!'

'Please Nico, stick in your hard, sweet cock! Fuck me hard. I beg youuuhhhh!'

Nico had pushed his shaft in one stroke deep within her. After keeping still for a minute to enjoy the hot wet feeling of Heidi's cunt walls, he started to thrust hard and fast, taking out half of his cock every time.

'Where is your tongue, mother? Lick me, lick your daughter's cunt good...and swallow my juices!'

Immediately Heidi lapped at her daughter's cunt lips and entered two fingers into her now dripping pussy. She moved them in and out fast while sucking her engorged clit.

'Oh that feels good mother! But you're forgetting my other hole!'

Elke moved her mound further down and grabbed behind her to pull her asscheeks apart.

'Now give me a good rimming! Uhh that's it!'

Heidi saw her daughter's puckered hole above her and after a short hesitation flicked her tongue over it. Without being told, she pushed harder and her tongue slipped inside Elke's ass.

'Ohh yes mother. That's the way to do it. Fuck my ass with your tongue. Ahhh!!!!!!!!! I'm going to cum soon if you keep that up!'

Elke wasn't the only one. Nico, watching his grandmother licking his mother's ass was almost too much for him.

'Oh shit! You sluts make me cum!'

'Yes, shoot your cum in your granny's cunt. Ohh!!! God I'm almost there!'

Elke pinched her nipples hard and when her mother suddenly shoved the dildo into her cunt, she exploded into orgasm. Her body shivered, cunt juice was flowing in huge amounts over Heidi's face. She wanted to lap them up but her tongue was stuck deep in Elke's tight asshole. This feeling triggered her own raging cum, and she was blown away by an earth?shattering orgasm. Her screams of pleasure would have been heard in the whole neighborhood if her daughter's ass didn't stop them. As Elke moved away from her mother she saw that Nico was almost ready to cum.

'Cream on her face, son! Cover her with your sticky cum!'

Nico did just that. He quickly pulled out, grabbed Heidi's hair and shot his load all over her face and tits. After he was done Heidi was drenched with it. They all took some time to gain their strength back. When they did, Nico and Elke stood up. Heidi wanted to do the same but was stopped by them.

'You're not done yet! Look at you. You're covered with both of our cum. It's best if we clean you up first...so kneel!'

Heidi followed her orders and expected one of them to go inside to get a washcloth or something. However, they stood in front of her and didn't move. Then she realized how they would clean her and was shocked. She never had thought about golden showers and now she would get it from her daughter and grandson together. But she trusted them and was ready for this humiliation.

Both started to pee at the same time. First they aimed at her tits then moving up slowly until the urine sprayed her face and hair.

'Open up mom!'

Slowly she opened her mouth and Elke and Nico directed their stream towards it, filling her at the same time.

'Swallow it granny!'

It took Heidi a few seconds to gather her courage to do so but when the first mouthful of the golden mix ran down her throat she experienced a small but very welcome orgasm. As the streams slowly subsided and finally stopped, Heidi was wet all over her body.

'Well, mom. The only thing you have to do now is to make us a nice breakfast and you are done. But you have to stay as you are and are not aloud to clean yourself, understand?'

'Yes I understand! And thank you for letting me join you. It was great!'

She went inside and prepared the food inside the kitchen. While she was moving around she found a business card. As she was reading, Elke entered and saw her mother.

'Anything interesting mom?'

'Who is Emmy? You never mentioned her.'

'Well, she's someone we would like to get to know a little better. And if you behave, you will too!'

And she did.

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Like Mother, Like Son



While Elke thought this over, Nico went up to his own room. He felt guilty as well and could slap himself for starting it all. But even through his shame he couldn't get the taste and musk of his mom out of his mind. With a shock he realised that he was hard again.

'Oh no, why? What is wrong with me? This is my mother for Christ sake!'

He couldn't help himself. He wanted her, now more then ever. But how? As he was trying to come up with a solution he heard his fathers car. He knew he had to get down to meet him but dreaded the moment he would see his mother. 

Elke also heard the car arrive. She tried to shrug her thoughts out of her mind and face her husband. It was surprising to her how calm she acted around him and didn't think he suspected anything. But as Nico joined them she tensed and couldn't look straight at him.

Nico noticed that his mother was acting cool around him almost ignoring him. This got worse when they would be alone. He didn't want to think about how she would be tomorrow when they had to spend the hole day together. In the evening he sat behind the computer as usual. The only difference was that he only read incest stories. He had never done this before but after today events he just had to. He was surprised of how much there were and in a way glad to know that he wasn't the only one with these thoughts. When he was done reading he decided not to delete the history file. Nico knew that his father never used the computer and hoped that his mother would find out and read some herself. Maybe then there was a chance for something more to happen. He decided to go to a friends house the next day. Maybe his mother would get bored and surf the net for a while.

The next day Elke was glad to see her son leave. She didn't think she could be alone with her son all day without going crazy. But as Nico had hoped, she got bored. She couldn't do any work in the garden as it had started to rain. She went upstairs and started the PC. As she was playing some games on the net for a while her curiosity grew. She had noticed that Nico had stayed up quite a long time last night. She did her best to suppress the urge to find out what he had done. As soon as she opened the history file to go back to a site she had visited earlier she noticed the story site. 

'Strange, he always tried to cover his tracks.'

She clicked on one of the sub-sites and couldn't believe her eyes. All the titles on the screen were about incest. Almost automatically she clicked on one of the mother/son stories and before she knew it started to read. As she finished the story she felt that her pussy was very wet and as she moved her hand between her legs she could feel that even her jeans was moist on the outside.

'No. no, no! Stop it!', she said out loud to herself. Quickly she turned the computer off and almost ran downstairs to take a cold shower. As soon as she felt the cold water over her body the burning in her got less and less. But her thoughts didn't so she quickly got dressed and went to see a girlfriend in the hope that that would distract her.

Over the next days she hardly spoke to her son and avoided him as often as possible. She didn't notice how much she hurt Nico with her attitude. Not only that. Also his need for her was growing stronger as ever. But it wasn't purely sexual. He discovered that he had fallen in love with her over the last weeks. 

On one Friday the family had dinner when Elkes husband announced that he had to go on a business trip for two weeks and he had to leave the next day. This surprised Elke and Nico as he never before had to do that. He told them that if it went well he would get a big promotion. First Elke wanted to protest but as she heard about the promotion she knew that it was hopeless.

After they had brought him to the airport they were driving home in silence. Nico tried to start a conversation but his mom ignored him. When they arrived home and had settled in the garden he again tried to talk to her but she didn't even answered and walked inside. That did it. Something snapped inside his had as his anger grew. He ran after her, grabbed her arm and pulled her on the livingroom couch.

'What the fuck is the matter with you mom!?', he practically screamed at her. 'Why are you ignoring me?'

Elke was so surprised and shocked at her sons sudden anger she couldn't answer.

'Answer me, bitch!'

'I..I don't know!'

'Bull shit mom! Don't lie to me!'

'Reallyyaaahh!'

Nico grabbed her hair and pulled her head close to him. He saw her fear in her eyes but he didn't care. He looked at her intensely and suddenly kissed her. Elkes eyes flew open and she tried to back away. But Nico held her hair in a firm grip and she couldn't move an inch. She felt how his tongue tried to invade her mouth and she kept it shut. 

'A few days ago you wanted me to finger your cunt and now you won't even kiss me? You remind me of the whores that want sex but no kissing. If you want it like that, you can have it!'

As he held her down with one hand he opened his fly with the other and lowered his pants and boxershort. His half hard cock sprang free. Elke was very afraid but as she saw her sons cock her nipples got hard and her pussy moistened. Nico moved his knees to the sides of his moms body so his cock was only inches from her face.

'Look at it mom! You want it, don't you? You want your sons hard cock! Tell me slut!'

'N..no please stop it!'

'I told you, don't lie tome!'

He grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it hard. 

'Aaahhh!', Elke cried out in pain. Nico saw tears forming in her eyes and stopped immediately. He took his now hard cock in his hand and slapped her face with it. Elke felt so degraded as he did this. She loved it but didn't want to admit it to her son.

'Suck it mom! Open your mouth and suck my cock!'

Elke shook her head no and pressed her lips tightly together. Nico pulled her hair hard and as soon as she wanted to cry out he shoved his prick into her mouth.

'Now suck me bitch and you better do it good!'

Elke felt her sons hot cock on her tongue and couldn't hold back anymore. The slut she once was came back to live. She sucked greedily on the purple had, tasting his precum. Her tongue swirled around the head and every now and then pushed into the pisshole. First Nico didn't even notice the change in his mothers behaviour and still was moving her head up and down on his cock. But son he realised that his mother was doing it out of her own will. He turned his upper body slightly and pulled her skirt up above her waste. He could see her white lace slip drenched with her juices. He couldn't suppress a smile.

'So she really does like this huh!' 

As he ripped her slip off, his mother lead out a groan around his cock and spread her legs wide. Nico didn't waste any time and pushed three fingers up her hot channel. They slipped in easy. He felt how she shuddered beneath him and another moan escaped her mouth. He worked his fingers in and out furiously and rubbed her clit with his thump. As he felt her nearing orgasm he stopped and pulled his fingers back. Elke tried to follow them with her cunt but couldn't move beneath Nicos body. He also moved his prick out of her mouth and before he could say anything she begged.

'Please give it back! I want to suck you. I want to make you come! Ohh please push your fingers back inside me, use your hole fist if you want to, I don't care! Just let me come!!'

Startled for a second Nico didn't know what to say. Was this his mother? An evil grin covered his face.

'You want me to continue?'

'Yeeesss!'

'Will you do whatever I say?'

'Yes, yes!''

'Are you my slut from now on!'

'Oh yes!'

'Beg me!'

Without any hesitation she replied.

'Please let me be your slut! I do anything you want son! Just fuck your mother, PLEASE!'

Nico lay on his back on the floor and ordered his mother to suck him some more. She jumped up and dove down on his cock like it was the last one on earth. She lowered her head on it until her nose touched his balls. Nico never had anyone swallowing his cock down completely and almost came when he felt his cock entering her throat. Then she slowly moved back until only the head was in her mouth and sucked hard. 

As Nico saw his mothers pussy only inches above him he pulled her down on his face and lapped up her juices. He couldn't believe how good she smelled and tasted and knew that he was hooked. He licked her swollen cuntlips up and down purposely missing her clit. As he shoved his tongue in her pussy as far as it would go his nose was buried between her asscheeks. Even her smell there turned him on. He moved his tongue down and licked her puckered hole. When it was wet with his salvia he pushed his tongue inside.

'Ohh yesss, lick my ass son. Push that tongue up your mothers ass!'

As she said this she stroked his cock fast and with the other hand massaged his balls. She licked along the shaft down to his ball. One by one she sucked his balls into her mouth switching every few seconds. Then Elke moved even further south with her tongue and started to clean his asshole. Then she too pushed her tongue inside.

Nico had dreamed of someone rimming his ass often but couldn't believe how good it felt. As soon as he felt her tongue entering him he couldn't hold back no more.

'Uuhh fuck mom, I'm going to come.'

Elke immediately moved back to his throbbing cock and sucked it inside her mouth again. One finger she pushed inside Nicos ass. That did it. Nico quickly moved back to his mothers pussy and sucked on her clit so he wouldn't scream as his orgasm hit him. He shot load after load into his mothers waiting mouth and she swallowed as much as she could. The feeling of her sons sperm flowing down her throat triggered her own orgasm and her pussy juices squirted all over her sons face. 

'I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Oh yeah, lick my pussy son. Drink all off your mothers cum!'

Their orgasm shot through their bodies like lightning, striking again and again. When they finally subsided both went limp. 

After a couple of minutes Nicos mother turned to face him. Even though she had a satisfied grin on her face Nico couldn't help but feel guilty.

'I..I'm sorry mom.'

'Sshhhh, it's alright dear,'

'No, it's not. I practically raped you!'

'Yes and I'm glad you did. I loved every minute of it!'

'You mean it?', asked Nico in surprise.

'Yes I do. Besides if I hadn't acted like such a bitch lately you would never have done it. If anyone is to blame it's me. I'm sorry for my behaviour. Can you forgive me?'

'Of course mom. I love you too much to be angry at you.'

'That's sweet of you. I love you too son.'

Nico pulled his mother towards him and kissed her soft and passionate. This time his mother responded and they continued exploring each others mouths with their tongues until they had to breath again. Nico looked deep in her eyes.

'I really love you Elke!'

He hoped his mother would understand that he meant as woman and not only as mother. Her eyes opened wide and she felt butterflies in her stomach as the full meaning of that sentence hit her. Again Nico saw tears forming in her eyes and was afraid he had said something wrong.

'Ohh sorry mom, I didn't mean to hurt you.'

'You didn't honey! I'm happy, very happy! It was the most beautiful thing you ever said to me.'

'Well if you always react that way maybe I shouldn't say it no more!', he teased.

His mother chuckled at his remark but quickly looked at him serious.

'I love you in the same way sweetheart. But if you ever call me by my first name again I will still kill you. Besides I want to hear you call me mommy when we fuck. It's such a thrill!'

'So we will do it again?'

'Don't you remember our agreement?'

'Sure I do. But I didn't think it would still count.'

Again she looked him deep in his eyes and with a husky voice told him:

'Son, you can do whatever, whenever and wherever with me what you want. I'm your slut from now on.'

They sealed the deal with a kiss. Suddenly Nico grabbed her hair pulled her head back and demanded:

'Get those close off slut, NOW!'

Elke sprang to her feet and in no time stood naked in front of her son. Nico walked around her inspecting her body as if he was deciding if he would buy her. Elke felt as if she was a peace of meat on a slave market; her nipples grew erect. After checking every part of her body he stopped right in front of her. He lowered on hand to her pubic hair, grabbed a few in his fingers and pulled hard.

'Ahhhh!'

'Shut up bitch.'

He held his hand in front of her face and Elke could clearly see a few brown hairs between his fingers.

'What the hell is that?'

Elke didn't respond fast enough. Nico pinched one of her nipples hard. This time only a low grunt escaped her mouth.

'I asked you something! Answer me!'

'It's pubic hair.'

'Very good slut. Maybe you aren't as stupid as I thought! I hate pubic hair. Go shave now!'

As Elke walked away she felt her cunt juices dripping on her thigh. She loved how her son treated her. Within ten minutes her pussy was bald and she walked back into the livingroom where her son was waiting for her. He had undressed himself and she couldn't take her eyes off his body. Nico asked her to sit beside him. Before they continued their game he wanted to talk seriously to her.

'Mom, before we go on I think it's necessary to put down some rules.'

'Well tell me.'

'As you probably noticed I like to be dominant at times. But most of the time I just would like to make love to you. When I decide that you are my slut these are the rules. First I want your pussy shaved all the time. If I see a hair I will pull them out myself. Second as soon as you are my slut you undress immediately and stay that way until I say otherwise. Even when I tell you to get the mail you do it in the nude,ok?'

After a slight hesitation she nodded her head yes. She wasn't sure if she wanted the hole neighbourhood to see her that way. But her exhibitionistic side loved the idea so she went with it.

'Good. The last rule is that I do whatever I want. I might hurt you, humiliate you or whatever.'

'That's what I hoped you would do. Anything else?'

'Actually yes. I also would like to be submissive at times and then the rules will be turned around.'

'Hmmm I'm looking forward to that!'

'Ok, that's all. Any questions or wishes?'

'Yes, fuck this little slut, now!'

Nico slapped her breasts hard.

'What did you say?'

'I'm sorry. Please fuck me son, I beg you!'

Nico made her kneel on all fours and placed himself behind her. He stroked his purple cockhead along her wet slit to make it slippery. Then he positioned it in front of the entrance.

'What do you want mom?'

'I want you to fuck me! Stick that hard dick of yours in my sopping cunt and be a real mother fucker!'

With that he pushed his cock in one stroke deep inside her. He felt her cuntwalls gripping his shaft. Her inside felt like hot wet silk.

'Uhhh yesss son. Thank you!'

'Ohh mom, your cunt is so hot and tight.' 

That surprised him a little but who was he to complain? He started to fuck his mother with long hard thrusts. He rolled his hips so he would penetrate her in different angles to make sure he filled all of her cunt. He heard his mother groan with every stroke and her juices were flowing over his balls. When he looked down he could see her asshole begging for some attention. He scooped some of his mothers juices on hid thump and pushed it inside her hole.

'That's it son. Fuck my pussy and ass. I'm gonna cum soon!'

'Cum for me mom, cum on your sons cock.'

'Shhiiit here it goes!'

Elke felt the beginning of her orgasm in her toes, running through her body like an express-train. She screamed on the top of her lungs when her son pinched her clit and squeezed one of her breasts. Her orgasm only intensified with the pain and Nico had to hold her up otherwise she would collapse on the floor. Her pussy gripped his shaft, milking his sperm out of his balls. Nico couldn't take it anymore and shot deep in his mothers cunt. They fell forward onto the floor and stayed there panting. 

As Nico got his strength back he pulled out of his mother. He turned her around and saw how their combined juices were running out of her. He couldn't resist and lapped them up tasting his own sperm and her juices. It tasted great. When he had licked her clean he pushed his mouth over the opening of her cunt and sucked.

'Ohh you slutty son of a bitch! You like it don't you? You're as bad as your mum!'

When he had sucked all off their juices from her cunt he crawled towards her mouth. He kissed her deeply sharing their sex-drink. Nico felt his cock harden again and slowly penetrated his mother. Now that animalistic need was gone they made slow passionate love. This went on for almost an hour as Nico already had come twice. Elke came several times until Nico finally shot another incestual load inside his mother. He took her in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom were they both fell into a satisfied sleep.

A couple of hours later Nico woke up hoping it wasn't all a dream. But as he felt his mothers naked body against him he smiled and knew it was reality. He thought about what they had done that afternoon and felt his cock stir. He stood up and went to his mothers side of the bed. With a hard slap on her ass he woke her up. Startled from the sudden pain she looked confused at her son. Then reality hit her and she sat on her knees in front of him. 

'Clean my cock!', was all he said and immediately she sucked and licked until there were no more traces of their earlier lovemaking. He turned around and bend down slightly. His mother understood what he wanted and spread his cheeks. She licked his asshole, sometimes pushing her tongue inside until Nico stepped away.

'Go take a shower and meet me in the garden when you are done.'

She obeyed and wondered while she was showering what he would do to her this time. She felt like a cheap slut when she thought of all the possible things and felt her juices leaking again. She almost put on her robe when she remembered his demand of being naked. With anticipation in her body she walked quickly into the garden. There stood Nico also still in the nude. He motioned her over and kissed her as soon as she stood in front of him.

'Lets sun for a while.'

This disappointed her a little as she thought that they would continue their game but didn't say anything. As they lay side by side she kept wondering what was going to happen. This only added to her excitement and she had to fight the urge to touch herself. After half a hour Nico finally spoke to her.

'Go get the newspaper!'

She rose slowly from her chair. She had expected that he would demand this sooner or later but now that she had to she wished it was later. As she walked towards the garden door she figured out that if she would run towards the letter-box and back quickly, the chance of someone seeing her would be small. But as if Nico could read her mind she heard him say:

'Oh, I almost forgot. Take your time.'

She opened the door and walked towards the streets looking around all the time. Luckily none of the neighbours were in their front yards and no car was approaching. With a little more confidence that she could do this without being seen she arrived at the letter-box. Only then she realised she had forgotten the key to open it. In her anxiety she just hadn't thought about it. 'Shit, how could I be this stupid?' She turned around walking back to the garden cursing herself. In her anger she hadn't noticed the car approaching and had almost a heart attack when suddenly she heard cheering behind her. She didn't dare to look around and quickened her pace. As she entered the garden she saw the grin on her sons face. 'The bastard. He knew all along that I forgot the key.'




Like Mother, Like Son



With a chuckle in his voice he spoke to her.

'Hi mom. Where is my paper?'

'You know damn well that I forgot the key!', she responded angry.

As soon as she saw Nicos face turning serious she knew she better hadn't said that.

'I'm sorry honey. I shouldn't have said that. I'm just a little frustrated at my own stupidity.'

She was glad to see him smile again.

'Come over here mom.'

With a few steps she stood next to him. He started rubbing her cunt.

'I think you liked that. Your pussy is so wet!'

'Yes apparently I did.'

Nico rubbed her cunt faster and inserted two fingers. His mother pushed her mound against his hand as she was approaching orgasm. Suddenly, Nico stopped.

'Tell me mom, do you have any toys for when you are horny?'

With a reddened head she shook her head yes.

'Well bring me the biggest one!'

Elke ran inside to get the dildo. She was so horny that she only imagined how her son would fuck her with it. Little did she know that he planned something else. Soon she was back in the garden with a 10inch dildo in her hand. She handed it over to her son and waited next to him.

'Can it vibrate?'

'Yes you can turn the handle to switch it on.'

'Ok, spread your legs.'

Elke wanted to lie down but Nico stopped her.

'Keep standing.'

She moved her legs further apart and bend her knees a little. Nico stroked the fake dick along her slit to get it slippery with her juices. Then he pushed half of it inside.

'Uhhh that feels so good!'

Elke expected him to fuck her with it but as she opened her eyes she saw him staring at her. She was confused. Nico wanted to humiliate her in the worse way possible and see if she would let him.

'On your knees. I think you know what to do.'

Eager to please him she did as he asked and soon was sucking his cock. But as hard as she tried she could get him only half hard. When Nico saw her confused face he had to suppress a chuckle. He grabbed her hair and moved her head away.

'Want a drink?'

Still confused she didn't understand him immediately but when she figured out what he wanted she got a glazed look in her eyes. When she had read the stories on the net she had noticed that there were a lot with watersports in them. She had the same fetish as her son but had never met anyone with whom she could share this. Now finally her fantasy would be realised.

'Oh yes, please. Give your mother your golden drink. I want to taste you so bad!'

With that Nico let go. He peed all over her face and hair until she was drenched. Elke tried to get the jet of urine into her mouth but ne moved away. After he had drenched her tits he finally aimed at her mouth and his mom gulped his piss down. He moved forward to let his mother drink from the source. She accepted his peeing dick with pleasure. As his bladder got empty his mother sucked the last drop out of him. Now his cock grew stiff in seconds and started to fuck her mouth. Watching his mother showering and drinking his piss made him so horny he came in a minute. As he felt his cum rising he pulled back and shot all over her face and hair. As she opened her eyes she saw Nico with the keys of the letter-box in his hand.

'Now you piss drinking slut, get my newspaper. And while you walk over there I want you to play with the dildo in your cunt. When you are back, all 10 inches have to be inside you!'

She couldn't believe her ears. Did he really wanted her to go to the street in the nude, drenched in piss and cum, fucking herself with the huge dildo while anyone who happened to look could see her? What if someone walked by? What if that someone knew her and even worse, knew her husband? But the need to please her son was greater than any humiliating she might face. She took the keys and walked away with trembling legs. She had to spread them otherwise she couldn't use the dildo. So running was out of the question. As she walked past her car she had to hold on as an orgasm was striking her.

'Ohh god, what's happening to me? Am I really such a dirty slut?'

She had to cover her mouth with her hand otherwise she would scream out loud. Slowly she walked on. With every step she took she knew the chance of being caught would rise. To her surprise she felt another orgasm approaching fast. She just made it to the box in time to hold on as her body again shuddered with her climax. This time she let out a loud groan. She tried everything she could to suppress it but lost the battle. When she could see straight again she tried to enter the key into the keyhole but do to her shaking hands she had to try several times. Finally she succeeded and quickly took the paper. As she raised her head again she saw a car approaching. 'Oh god no. Please let it be a stranger!' She closed the box and to her shock she saw the car slowing down. She could recognise a woman behind the wheel and strangely enough she was glad. The woman was looking in her direction and as their eyes met she climaxed again.

'Wow, where did that come from?'

But quickly her thoughts were back at the car. The woman had stopped and was getting out. Elke started to panic but couldn't move. As the woman approached Elke she felt herself blush and lowering her face in shame. She knew that she must look like a cheap whore and smell even worse. 

As the stranger stood in front of her she could feel her eyes roaming her body. She even heard her sniffing. She never felt so humiliated in her entire live as she did now. The woman extended her hand towards Elkes chin and pushed her head up until their eyes met. Elke expected to see disgust or anger in her eyes but instead saw only lust. The woman scooped up some of the cum of her face and licked it off her finger.

'Hmmmm tastes good!'

After that comment Elke felt much better. She even began to use the dildo again. The stranger watched how Elke fucked herself to another orgasm. It was even more intense than the previous. Her knees went weak and she fell on the ground. The woman smiled down on her then took something out of her pocket and gave it to Elke. It was a business card and she could read that the strangers name was Emmy. As she looked up again she saw that Emmy had raised her skirt and was fingering her cunt. Again Elke was shocked but couldn't keep her eyes of the stranger masturbating above her. She wore a black string so Elke couldn't see that much. Emmy was speeding up her effort as her own orgasm approached. Suddenly she stepped over Elkes head and moved her slip aside. Before Elke could take a good look she had to close her eyes. This perfect stranger pissed all over Elkes face and body as her orgasm hit her.

'Open your fucking mouth and drink it slut!'

Obediently she did what was asked of her and as soon as she tasted the womans golden liquid mixed with her cuntjuice Elke orgasms again. When she opened her eyes again the woman was gone. 'Oh God, I hope none of my neighbours saw this!'

As quickly as she could she stumbled back to the house and into the garden. Nico was waiting behind the door and grabbed her when she entered. He put her on the ground moved between her legs and replaced the dildo with his own cock. He had seen everything through the window and was hard as a rock again. He pounded furiously into his mothers cunt. Elke was babbling as one orgasm after the other rocked through her body and when she felt her son climaxing in her she saw lightning flashes in front of her eyes before she passed out.

When she came back to her senses her son carried her into the bathroom. He had filled the bathtub so they both could wash themselves. When he put her down she finally spoke.

'That was so incredible. I never came like that before! Thank you son.'

They kissed and Nico could taste Emmys urine in his mothers mouth. He didn't care.

'Come on mom. Lets get into the tub.'

'Go ahead honey, I'm right behind you. There is just one more thing I have to do!'

As Nico sat down he looked at her questionably. Elke stepped inside as well but didn't lowerd herself. Instead she spread her legs and began to piss over her sons head.

'Uuuhh I can't wait until you are my slut, son!'

As he moved his mouth towards her pissing cunt he replied:

'Any time mom, any time!'

Over the next couple of weeks they acted out every fantasy they had and even called Emmy to join them. 

To be continued...

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