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Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth Ch. 1

By: DiscipleN



Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.

This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior, documented consent from the owner.

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Dorothy Hughes scrubbed at a jelly stain on the kitchen table. She had tried everything, but the wooden top refused to give up the last bit of discoloration. She began to cry. Dorothy was not a strong woman. She had married young to a much older man whom she had thought was strong enough for both of them, but his strength proved a bully's, and he had treated her with nothing but contempt for ten years until he died in a factory accident. She had suffered heaps of physical and mental abuse at his hands, all for the sake of a love she once thought was true and their one boy child. The strain of her marriage had left her a husk of a personality.

Her son, Chuck, recently 18, was beginning to resemble his father in feature and attitude. Dorothy would always try to please the child hoping he would learn to love her in spite of his father's influence, but she had ended up spoiling him, and more and more Chuck began to use his father's tones and expressions to get his way. Only this morning he had called her lazy about not keeping house clean, so that she would give him ten dollars to see a movie. Dorothy's life was little but a slave's, who received a small insurance check every month.

Dorothy still hoped that if she showed Chuck how much she loved him he would mend his ways, but she was beginning to fear the worst. She didn't know what she would do. Her husband, Angus treated her exactly as if she were his slave, to do with as he pleased. He had never tried to make her happy once he knew she couldn't stand up to his contempt. Even when they made love, she would invariable find his cock thrust deep into her throat, choking her or forced up her ass making her scream in pain, rather than given gently into her cunt. When he fucked her normally, he would beat at her pelvis with his hips, hard, and he would grab her juicy tits roughly and bite them. Sex with her husband was just one more way that he treated her with absolute scorn. That was what she feared most.

She looked at herself, standing in the kitchen. Not ugly, by most men's standards, she was tall and slender with a nice sized pair of breasts and beautifully curved hips. If she had more self esteem, she would have looked gorgeous, but the only clothes she owned were old and ugly. Angus had bought them at garage sales, while he paid for fine suits and shirts. Dorothy knew that he cheated on her, but she was more relieved than angry. That was one less time she had to endure his violence.

After he died, she thought about buying some nice clothes, but her son Chuck was already canny about how she spent her money. She ended up buying him toys and gadgets that he played with once and discarded.

Dorothy looked at her cleaning clothes, they were little different from her usual house clothes. She wiped her eyes and went to the refrigerator. Chuck would be getting home soon and would want his dinner.

She was stirring a pan when Chuck arrived. He stalked into the kitchen and slumped into a chair.

"How was the movie?" Dorothy asked.

"It sucked."

"That's not a nice thing to say."

"Aw, I don't care. I told Susie I'd buy her ticket, and she freaked out when I put my arm around her."

"That's nice you have a girlfriend." Dorothy was curious. Chuck hadn't told her anything about a girl named Susie. The last girl he talked about was a neighbor girl who had gotten him into trouble with her dad. He had called her and complained that Chuck had tried to put his hands under her dress. Dorothy wouldn't believe any such thing.

"Aw you don't know anything. I was trying to reach her tits, and she yelled at me. Stupid girl."

Dorothy was shocked at Chuck's language. She stared at him and dropped her spoon. "How could you be so awful? That-that that's..." She didn't know what it was, but she was horrified. Chuck suddenly gave her the meanest look she had ever seen.

"God-damnit, now you made a mess on the floor!" He barked at her.

Dorothy immediately forgot about Susie and looked down where she had dropped the spoon. There was a splotch of noodles and cheese sauce on the linoleum.

"How can you be so stupid? Well, clean it up." Chuck seemed almost happy to vent his frustrations at her.

Dorothy grabbed a sponge and bent over to pick up the spoon and scrub the mess. She heard Chuck move from his chair, but she didn't see him carefully looking at her raised ass.

"And make sure you get it all." He had never noticed before that his mother had such a great ass. Her old dress was torn in a couple places and he could see patches of the cotton material of her panties. He quickly wondered if his mom's tits were as firm as her ass.

When Dorothy stood up again he was standing right in front of her looking at her tits. For a moment she didn't notice, but something caught in her throat when he didn't look into her eyes after a second.

"Uh..."

"Hmmph!" He turned his gaze down at the floor and studied it. "It looks like you got it all, but how could anyone tell? The floor is always dirty." He gave her a glance of disgust.

"Oh, now I cleaned up all day. I worked very hard to wash in here today." Dorothy struggled to defend herself. She was close to tears.

"Yeah, yeah." Chuck turned his back to her and sat down again.

"Chuck, I'm sorry dear. I guess it just isn't good day." She reached out and held his shoulder, but he swatted her hand away. Then she smelled the noodles.

"Oh my God!" They were starting to burn. She turned, frantic, and pulled the pan off the stove. They hadn't burned very much in fact, but Dorothy almost had a nervous breakdown. She hurried to dump the pan into a bowl, and then she scooped out only the non-burnt parts and put it in a dish.

Chuck hadn't said a thing but his eyes smoldered at her while she put the dish in front of him. She stood there waiting for him to try it, knowing he wouldn't let an opportunity to chastise her escape. He grabbed his spoon tightly and dipped it into his dinner ceremoniously. He didn't even taste it. He flipped the spoon of macaroni and cheese right at his trembling mother.

"There, that's what you deserve for giving me burned food. I can't believe how stupid you are!"

That was all it took. Dorothy burst into tears and knelt on the floor. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She repeated and clutched at his shirt.

"You sure are. Get away from me. You're getting shit all over me."

"Oh, honey, don't say that word. I'll make you another supper."

"Shit, shit, SHIT!" Chuck pushed her and she sprawled over backwards.

He stood from his chair and stepped halfway over her body. "I'll say whatever I like, because you're so stupid why should I care what you think?"

"Please..."

"Now what are you going to do about it?" Chuck straddled her trembling body and flicked a noodle off his shirt down onto her. "Jesus, I'm a mess." He glared at her.

Dorothy didn't move. She didn't know what she was going to do. Chuck had finally proven to her that he was her master, and she needed to rely on him. She'd do whatever he wanted. Her face turned white with fear when she saw his eyes strangely soften. He wasn't looking at her anymore. He was looking at her tits.

Chuck was enjoying every minute of this. He felt he could make his mom do anything. Here he was, standing on top of her and ordering her around like she was his plaything. A very sexy plaything. She was holding one arm in front of her face as if he was going to strike her, but caused her tits to straighten out from her chest, and he could see how nice they really were. He had never noticed them before because her clothes were so loose and ugly. An idea came to him.

"I know what you're going to do. You made this mess. You're going to clean it up."

"Of course, dear. You know I'll do whatever it takes. I'm so terribly sorry." Dorothy saw something new in her son's face. She wondered what it was. She felt a pang of fear deep inside her. When she tried to get up from the floor, Chuck stepped back. His eyes held some hidden meaning.

"First you're going to have to deal with this. He pointed at the stain on his shirt."

"What do you mean?"

"You're going to clean this."

"I'll get a paper towel." Dorothy began to turn, but Chuck grabbed her arm.

"No, that's not what I mean. This way." He began to lead her.

Dorothy gulped as her fear pulsed at this new tactic. She followed him out of the kitchen and into the hallway. He stopped at the bathroom.

"Well?" He asked to further confuse her.

"Well what?" Her eyes implored.

He opened the door and tugged her inside. "Start filling the bathtub."

"Dear Chuck. I don't understand."

His eyes pierced her. "You made this mess. You're going to wash me." He shut the door and began to take off his shirt.

Dorothy stood dumbfounded. Her own son was going to force her to wash him. "I-I can't do that."

"Why not? It's your mess." He dropped the shirt and began to remove his belt.

"Chuck! No. Please! You're a grown boy. I don't wash you anymore."

"What does it matter how old I am. I'm tired of all your stupid mistakes. Maybe next time you won't be so dumb." Then Chuck unzipped his pants and dropped them on the floor. He stepped out of them and stood in his underwear.

"Here. I'll run the water, and you take the bath. Okay?"

Chuck didn't say anything as Dorothy began to fill the tub. He simply looked more closely at her raised behind while the tiles echoed the splash of water. His youthful cock was beginning to grow. He quietly put his hand on his cock and rubbed it lightly. Things were going perfectly! If his luck held out he was going to have a great night.

Finally the tub was full. "There. You have a nice bath, and I'll clean up the kitchen. I'll even make you a sandwich. Wouldn't you like that?" His mother tried not to look at her son's body. He had taken his hand away from the bulge in his underwear before she turned around.

"Just a second." He said. He reached into the water as if to test it. "What's this? It's cold! How could you screw up something as simple as bath water? You stay right here and get it right."

Dorothy bit her lip. "I'm sure I used lots of hot water." She could see how the mirror had begun to fog.

"Well it isn't very. You'd had better stay to wash me after all, to make sure the water doesn't get cold." Chuck struggled to keep his face stern as he laughed inside at how easy he could bend her. Then he showed her his ultimate defiance. He pulled down his underwear and his fully erect cock leaped out.

Dorothy couldn't help but stare at it. She hadn't seen it since he was just a toddler. It had grown, quite a bit, but it was about the right size for his age. Except she had never seen it with a hard-on! "No, Chuck, please." She quickly turned her head away and stooped once again to add more hot water. "Get in the water, okay?" She kept her eyes averted.

Chuck grinned and stepped naked into the tub. Then he sat down and relaxed. All the while he kept looking at his mother's firm ass. He had to do something about that dress. "Get the soap." He dunked down under the water to soak. When he sat up, dripping, he held out his arms to be rubbed.

His mother knelt down with a soapy cloth and started to wash his arm. He could see how her well covered tits jiggled at the motion. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" He pulled away from her.

"I'm washing you, dear." Dorothy looked guilty just from the tone of his voice.

"You're still covered with that mess. I don't want to be washed while your still dirty. What good is that?"

"Dear, why don't you just wash yourself?" Her eyes implored.

"No. You won't learn anything that way." He paused. "Now take that filthy rag off."

"What?" Dorothy was incredulous. He couldn't possibly mean...

"Jesus mom, what do you think I'm going to do? I just want to get clean."

Dorothy knew she shouldn't listen too him. He was becoming just like his father. The thought crushed her. "Honey, please. Don't you want me to just make you a sandwich?" It was the only thing she could think of.

"No!" Chuck knew he had her. He almost laughed. This was fun!

His mother was close to tears again. She was kneeling over her naked son and he wanted her to take off her dress. It was madness, but Dorothy's spirit was far too weak to fight her son who she desperately wished would care as much for her as she did for him.

"Chuck, your mommy loves you very much. Don't make me take off my dress. That isn't right."

"Well, it isn't right that you ruined dinner and made an awful mess. You're suppose to be the responsible one."

Dorothy had lost. Her plea for reason had be ignored as if she were of no importance whatsoever. She stepped up and away and unzipped the back of her dress. She was crying. Her last hope for dignity was gone, and who knew what her son would force her to do next? She pulled the dress over her shoulders and slid her arms out of it. She held the dirty thing over her breasts for a moment until her sons eyes burned their intentions into her head. She turned her head away and let the dress drop to the ground. She stood clothed only in her bra, and panties. She didn't usually wear a slip when she did housework.

Chuck was amazed! His mother was gorgeous. Her tits were full and fit tight into the halter. Her hips were broad and round. He could even see the bulge of her pubis filling out her panties. A couple curly hairs stuck out around the edges. He gasped in awe. "What are you stalling for? This water's getting cold. Where's that soap?" His cock was rock hard and pulsed with life. He had stopped thinking of the girl Susie and all the other neighborhood girls almost an hour ago.

Dorothy knelt down. She reached once again to her son and began to bathe him. He remained cranky throughout the ordeal, although she noticed him staring at her body when he wasn't chiding her about how she washed him. She kept reminding herself that he was just a boy, but the unstated lump of fear clutched at her heart. She finished his upper body and began to wash his legs. When she reached up on his thigh, she saw what she had been avoiding to look at the entire time she rubbed him with soap, his eager cock.

"Well, go ahead and finish the job. You've taken long enough to get this far. The water is ice cold."

"Honey, please don't make me."

"Who's making you? When will you learn to finish what you start?" Chuck grabbed her hand with the washcloth and rubbed it on his waiting prick.

"Oh my God Chuck, no!" She begged, but her hand gripped the turgid prick and began to stroke it. The soap in the wash cloth oozed out between her fingers. She turned her head away.

"That's it. You might just learn something at that, but I doubt it. Don't stop until I tell you, got it?"

Dorothy's defeat was complete - she was masturbating her own son. It was vile and degrading, and she knew deep inside this was her fate. She was just a man's sport. Although she was nearly as afraid of her son as her evil husband, she told herself he was still young and couldn't really hurt her physically. Could he? There were a whole world of men who, no doubt, were far more dangerous.

Chuck became quiet. He had been staring continuously at his mother's full, jiggling bra until the first contractions in his prick jerked him. He was going to cum. If that prissy cunt, Susie, could see him now she'd learn what a real man could do to a woman. His father was his idol. He had always sided with his adolescent son in any dispute with his mom, but too he had learned never to cross his old man. That was what manhood meant to him. He imagined the perky bitch peeking into the bathroom at that moment and seeing his nearly naked mother jacking him off in the tub. The image pushed him over the edge. Thick spurts of cum spewed into the bath water as he grunted in ecstasy.

Dorothy turned at the sudden gasps of her son. At the sight of the floating white globs she shrieked and ran out of the bathroom. She could hear her son laughing as she dove into her bedroom and locking it, hid there. It was a nightmare! She told herself over and over that she must stand up to the boy. She had to discipline him, but she only sat behind the door and cried herself to sleep. 

Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth Ch. 2



Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.

This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior, documented consent from the owner.

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She found herself in bed the next morning. Sometime in the night she had crawled beneath the covers and had buried herself under them. The unreal memory of the night before wanted for dismissal like a wicked dream, but she was too awake and fully dreading future days with her son. She dressed and walked cautiously out of her room. It was Monday and he had already left for school. She gave a deep sigh of relief. 

Dorothy spent most of the day scrubbing the bathroom trying to get the memory of her terrible ordeal out of her mind. By mid-afternoon it was spotless and her mind was as tormented as ever. She turned to the kitchen and cleaned up the previous night's mess. She slipped so easily back into the cycle that had dominated her adult life. She was just considering what to make Chuck for supper when he arrived.

"Hi Mom." His voice was thick with cheer. He walked straight to the refrigerator and grabbed a soda. He smiled strangely at her and exited to the living room. She heard the TV come to life. Her heart pounded in her chest. She didn't know what to think. 

All day long, in the back of her mind, she had been waiting for the boy to heap her with insults and spite. But he was now acting as if nothing had happened. She felt herself raise one small notch in hope, and she stooped slightly less. She looked through the cupboard shelves and poked around in the refrigerator. She was only stalling. Finally she peeked into the living room and asked, "Chuck, dear, what would you like for supper?"

"Oh, anything would be fine. You decide, mom." He added a unnerving emphasis on the last word. Dorothy shuddered. "How about soup?" She offered.

Chuck paused just long enough before turning to his mother. "Didn't I say you should decide?" He asked evenly, staring unblinking at her. He had been waiting all day to play his next game with his new found toy.

She only nodded and quickly shied from his beam of authority. She went and made soup. Dorothy tried to keep her tears from falling in the saucepan.

When she called him to dinner she couldn't look at his face. He walked very quietly to the dining table and sat down without a word. The bowl of soup sat steaming before him. Dorothy sipped at hers praying that it wasn't too hot or too cold. She heard soft sounds from Chuck as he began to dip his spoon into the hearty broth. She waited, and waited for his condemnation, but her son said nothing. She dared to peek out at the boy, but he was calmly eating the soup, dunking a cracker into it. He caught her nervous eyes and smiled.

"This is good. How was your day mother?" Chuck rarely called her that, and again he put an extra emphasis on the word.

Suddenly she was terribly self-conscious, and looked blankly at him, speechless.

He chuckled. "That good, huh?"

Dorothy swallowed. Her mouth was terribly dry. She wanted to sip another spoonful of soup, but she sat frozen waiting for the horrible silence to end. Finally she croaked something. "H-how was your day?"

"It sucked." He said evenly, daring his mother to challenge his choice of words.

"I-I'm ss-sorry, dear." Then she could turn back to her bowl and try to forget the new silence that howled at her.

Chuck resumed his eating. He was laughing inside. This was going to be easier than even his most optimistic hopes. All day in school he had thought of only one thing. How far could he push his mother into doing whatever he wanted? He had plotted and planned from the moment he woke up until he returned that afternoon. It was clear now that she was his completely. Secretly he hoped that she didn't know just how complete, or much of the fun of his new game would have been lost. He finished eating.

"Mom?" He asked simply.

"W-what dear?" Dorothy flinched at the unexpected word.

"How could you?" His voice strained lightly.

Her eyes opened wide. "Me? W-what? I th-thought you liked the soup."

"This isn't about your soup. I mean last night." His voiced gained a hard edge.

"W-what about last night?" Her face paled as she saw herself jacking her son's hard cock in the warm bath water.

"You, you made me, you know." He looked almost sheepish trying not to say the word.

"No, please. Just forget about it. It was just a horrible mistake. You didn't know." She spoke feverishly saying anything to avoid talking about it.

"But I can't forget. You made me cum." Chuck's wolves' heart began to show through his meek veneer.

"Chuck, you have to forgive me. I was just doing what you told me."

"But you should have known better. You're my mother. That's a terrible thing. How could you?" He returned to his original question.

"Oh god, no. I can't do anything right." She began to sob openly, wiping her cheeks with her napkin.

"Now what am I going to do? You ruined me. I'm perverted now, and it's your fault."

"Stop dear. Please, just forget about it. I love you. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. It was just a little thing."

"Just a little thing? What would people think if I told them about this little thing?"

"Honey, you mustn't. They'll put me away in jail. You'll go to some other family."

"Maybe that's for the best, I have to live with last night. Do you know why I can't forget?"

"No, dear." Dorothy said not thinking.

"Because I liked it." Chuck's eyes sparkled with lust. "I want to do it again."

Dorothy froze completely.

Chuck got out of his chair. He circled the table until he was beside his mother. "Now all I can think of is cumming. I'll never be normal again." He put his hand on her shoulder. She flinched and hunched farther over the table trying to escape his touch. "I'm afraid if I don't cum again I'll have to do something drastic. Maybe I'll have to grab Susie and force her to make me cum. Maybe I'll grow up and be a rapist. What have you done mother? My whole life is ruined!" Then he gripped her arm as hard as he could, making her cry out in pain. "Now what are you going to do about it?" Then he released her.

"Oh honey. Please, I didn't mean to do anything. You told me to wash you." She had turned in her chair and looked up at his newly eager face.

"Yeah, wash me not jack me off."

"But you said you'd stop me."

"We'll it's too late for that, how would I know what would happen?" Chuck had been masturbating for a couple years. He knew perfectly well why he wanted his mother to jack him off.

"Oh God, honey. I'm so sorry. It can't be that bad. Y-you'll forget about it."

"Oh yeah, well what about in the meantime?"

"Huh?"

"I mean right now. Look at me!" He pointed to his crotch. His cock waited behind his pants like an iron piston.

"Oh, my God!" Dorothy looked down and cried at her sudden proximity to her son's hard-on. He had pushed himself next to her shoulder. If his fly had been opened his cock might have reached out and touched her chin.

"Chuck, don't."

"Don't what."

"Don't show me that."

"But it's your fault. What am I going to do? What are you going to do?"

Dorothy was once again silenced by the implied request. She could only look up at him afraid of what would happen.

In response to her silence Chuck reached for his zipper and tugged it down. The bursting cock pushed his underwear out of his pants. He reached between the folds of his shorts and pulled his meat in front of his mother's face. It snapped out and brushed her chin.

"Now I'm only going to ask once more. What are you going to do about it?" Chuck threatened.

He waited a few brief seconds as his mother visible crumbled beneath his carefully planned dominance. She weakly turned in her chair and raised her arm. What could she do? If the boy was already changed by her horrible act, then there was nothing to do but keep him safe in his own home. She grasp his hot, sweaty wand and gently stroked it.

He had won. He stared and smiled openly as her frame shuddered with sobs. As his body succumbed to her light grip he was already planning his next move.

Dorothy's face was red and she peered through a swirling sheen of tears up at her boy. She couldn't help but look at his pulsing cock, and she could feel how she was affecting him. His self-congratulating smile faded as he began to respond to her ministrations. Somewhere inside her, a tiny spark ignited. It was the first time he had ever shown a weakness in front of her. But only barely recognized the fact. She wiped her cheek with her free hand and tried to look away.

Chuck didn't want her to escape her fate, even in this small way. He turned her head back to him with a sturdy push of his hand. "See, mother what you've done to me?"

"Please don't make me do this." She pleaded one last time.

"Then how will you ever learn?" Chuck echoed himself.

Chuck noticed the embarrassed red in her face. He looked at her face with longing. If only... He began in his mind. "Faster. You have to make me cum." His mother quickened her stroking. He began to turn his body until her face got in the way of her hand. At one opportunity, he thrust his hips forward and pushed the head of his cock against her cheek. She turned her head away, deep in shame, Dorothy remembered how her husband would jam his huge member into her face and choke her. Chuck continued to press forward with his cock and he chased her ducking head as she tried to keep a steady pounding on his bulging dick.

"Mom, stop moving around. How am I going to cum if I can't get into the right position?" He said gruffly.

"But you're getting it in my face."

"SO?" He spit the word. "I don't care if I have to push it in your ear. You're not doing it right. Stop moving!"

His mother paled further as he positioned her head straight in front of his cock. He was nearly ready to cum, but he wanted to get a little extra out of his mother this time, and he tried to make it last. He once again pushed his hips forward. Her own hand smashed her nose an she shook her head, but she was too far under his control to duck. He pushed his cock at her again, this time scoring on her lips. The first contact with those full, rich, soft puffs of skin rushed through him like a lightning bolt. They were all he needed to react. His creamy cum shot out like cannon balls, smashing into his mother's face. She blinked and at once thought to dodge the onrushing milk of his loins, but her fear of him was too great. She knew that this is how he wanted to utterly humiliate her. He had won completely and she couldn't even hide from that fact.

Chuck howled like a hunting wolf standing over fresh meat. He came and came. The sensations in his body were stronger than he had ever felt by just jerking off alone. This was only the beginning he kept telling himself.

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For the rest of the week, Chuck would return home right after school and order his mother to jack him off. He kept warning her that he might be compelled to do something drastic if she didn't succumb to his pleasure. And every evening he pushed his dick harder and harder into her awaiting face. Some nights he would even make her jack him off twice. Finally he began to allow himself to consider how else that face could serve him.

It was late Friday night, and Chuck immediately upon his arrival from school had stood in the kitchen with his mother's practiced grip on his eager cock, diving forward into her cheek and lips and even her eyes and long hair. He had noticed the slight bruises on her face from his daily pummeling.

Dorothy suffered all of his thrusting silently, unable to meet his hot gaze. The strong smell of his sweaty crotch was now a permanent fixture in her memory. She could neither forget the salty taste of his cum as it poured repeatedly on her eyelids and cheeks and lips. He had quickly disallowed her to use a kitchen towel to wipe her face. He would use her own hand to clean it. Soon he was making her lick her fingers afterwards and only yesterday he had told her to swipe every drop into her mouth and swallow it. "Why should you be allowed to wash your dirty hands and face in the sink when you're just like a pig who will eat anything?" She had tried once again to protest, but he cut off her first word with a quick slap to her face. Then he ordered her to lick his hand clean.

Chuck was in his room changing into pajamas. He wasn't going to sleep just yet - he was ready to take the next step with his slave mother.

Dorothy kept to her room most nights. It had become the only place she could feel safe. She feared her young son more with each passing day. His eyes grew greedier and greedier as he commanded her to stroke his prick while he mashed it into her face and came all over her. She prayed that the boy would leave her alone, but she knew from whom his nature had sprung. Her husband was a cruel man who taught all of his anger and greed by example. There could be no greater force to shape a child. Chuck used to hide behind her when his father raged, but after his tenth year he stayed on the sideline and familiarized himself with brutality and lust. It was all he had ever known in a role model. What about his mother would ever win the path of his future?

"Mom. I can't sleep. I need to cum. I always sleep better when I cum." Chuck's voice called outside her room.

Dorothy tried to lie still and keep quiet, but her son only opened the door and walked in. "Honey. It's late you should go to bed. I'm trying to sleep."

"Sleep? That's all you probably do around here, since you keep the place like a pig sty."

"Please Chuck, there aren't any cleaner homes in our neighborhood. I work all day for you. Why can't you be content? I love you, sweetheart."

"You're sick. Children shouldn't know your kind of love, but now I'm stuck and you had better stop complaining when I need to rid myself of the mess you made."

"No. That's not true. Try and forget. It's not too late. You're still a good boy. I know you are."

"Sure, and now you'll tell me I can forget THIS." Chuck snarled and he pulled his pajama pants down to his knees. His naked dick sprang out like a cuckoo.

"No Chuck. Please. I can't do this anymore. It's not right."

"Mother, what do I have to do this time? I'll go right outside and start looking into windows. Maybe I'll find some dirty girl with her clothes off and I'll sneak into her window and use a knife..."

"Chuck!" His mother was horrified at his story. "Don't even say such a thing. Promise me you'll never hurt anyone."

He looked at her and promised there wasn't anyone he wanted to hurt, except his mother. "Well? Get out of that bed. I'm not going to go through this game again. I'm waiting."

Dorothy turned red with shame as she turned back the covers and slipped from her bed. She had taken to wearing thick flannel shirts and long cotton pajama pants even on warm nights. Too bad, thought Chuck. He wished he could see her in her underwear again. Nothing was impossible tonight he promised himself. In fact he had plans for the whole weekend.

His mother knelt before him like a nun before her altar. She closed her eyes and took her son's rigid cock into her hand. She began to pump it.

"Get your face closer. You ought to know by now."

She stepped forward with her knees. She closed her eyes, but she could smell his unwashed dick from his earlier hand job, and still taste his sperm from only hours ago. She already wanted to gag. "Please Chuck. Don't push into me. I don't like that. Promise me you'll just relax. I-I could maybe even like this more if you let me." Dorothy said unexpectedly. She dreaded the boy's increasing attention to jabbing his cock into her face, and was willing to compromise her humiliation. She even tried to give his cock her best rubbing, in attempt to persuade him.

She felt the boy's hands on her face. They touched her lightly. "Oh mom. I'm sorry. I just get carried away. You make me cum so good. I can't help myself." Chuck responded, secretly gleeful.

Dorothy opened her eyes at her boy's apologetic words. She hugged his dick strongly as she jacked its length. "I'm your mother, I can forgive you if you hurt me accidentally. Just let me move over a bit."

Chuck replied swiftly. "But you hold it wrong when you aren't exactly there. It doesn't feel as good."

"Let me try it another way, please honey. I promise it'll feel better."Dorothy hopes rose. She felt she had to do something to keep him from going any further in his sexual exploitation of her."

"But that's not how I like it. Oh you feel so good, mom. You're really getting good at jerking me like that. How could it be better?" He suddenly jabbed his cock into her face, deliberately poking her open, left eye." His aim was improving.

She cried out. "Ow! Chuck please." She tried to duck to one side as he shot again for her lips, but he grabbed her head in time to hit her cheek. She wiped her tearing eye. "Let me try it differently. You're hurting mommy."

"Really mom," Chuck said excitedly. "I can't help myself. It feels so good. My body just wants to jerk." He jabbed her again as he held her face, smashing her nose. "Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe I should try something different." He moved his fingers down her face.

"Yes Chuck, anything. You have to stop hurting me."

When his fingers reached his mother's soft, pouting lips he drummed them lightly there.

"I know. Why don't you hold the end right there. I bet your lips are strong. Then you can keep me from hitting your face while you're hand is free to jack me.

Dorothy cried out in alarm. "NO! Chuck, you mustn't do that." It was horrible. Even worse than probing her face. What if he thrust it in her mouth? He wouldn't be any better than her husband after all! "I take it back. It's okay. I know you can't help yourself, but you need this, don't you?" She again spoke too quickly. What was she saying? She was beginning to sound as if she approved of his humiliating her. She felt even more ashamed.

Chuck told himself he was all set. He actually grabbed her hand and stopped its sensational pumping on his sweating, rock hard cock. "No mother. You're right." He said seriously. "I don't want to hurt you." And without saying anything else, he spread her lips open and pressed his needful cock into her pearl white teeth. "There. If only I had thought of this sooner. Just hold tight with your lips. Now jerk me, faster this time."

She hadn't reacted at all. Her own boy child pushed his young cock into her lips without her uttering so much as a murmur. Suddenly the past had come alive in her mind, and she was struck dumb and helpless by her vivid memory of her dreaded husband raping her mouth. She had to stop him, but he was urging her to resume her rapid stroking on his repositioned prick. Her lips enveloped his sensitive cock head as she gulped. Her one mad thought was to clench her teeth so tight they felt like they might crack into pieces. His hand pulled her own back and forth across his musky shaft, and soon she was pounding his meat as fast as she could hoping he came as quickly as possible, in order to escape the horrible memory in her head. She could feel he was very near to cumming. She didn't even spare a thought about where his sticky, cum geyser would spew. Dorothy just wanted to hide.

Just as she thought he was going to cum he yelled out. "Ouch!" He looked down at her. "Damn you! You bit me!" And without hesitating he slapped her face as hard as he could, but he didn't pull away. "Open your teeth Damnit!" He said forcefully.

Dorothy was suddenly so afraid that she had bit him, she didn't even think. She opened her teeth as her face continued to sting from his strike.

With a howl of victory, Chuck slammed his cock deep into her mouth and came like a fire hydrant. "Oh GOD yes!" He jabbered his pulsing hose quickly in and out of her jaws as she gagged and tried to eject the plunging invader, but his hands held her head firm. All she could do was sputter and choke down the volumes of his jettisoning cum load.




Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth Ch. 2



"That's it, mom. That's perfect!" Chucked cried with glee. He could feel his mother gulp his last spurt of cream.

Her head lay limp in his hands. His gurgling cock faded slowly in her mouth. All fight had fled her. One more territory of her being had been captured by her own flesh and blood. She suffered the bulky flesh, now softening, pushing her tongue. The horrid taste of salty cum echoed in her throat. She simply cried.



Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth Ch. 3



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Chuck failed to be moved. 

"Mother, how could you?"

"hmm?" She responded weakly.

Slowly he disengaged his languid member.

"Jacking my dick off wasn't sick enough for you, huh? What was I thinking? I never should have put my prick near your wicked lips!"

"Ch", she coughed as the fullness in her mouth escaped. "Chuck? I-I don't understand."

"You Bitch! You goddamn, COCKSUCKING BITCH!" Chuck struck the side of his mom's face so hard she fell over in her weak state."

Dorothy tried once to rise, but sank into the rug. Her shock and incomprehension incapacitated her.

"I should kick you." He continued. "Here I am trying to deal with the sickness you forced on me, and now you suck my cock into your mouth like a venomous whore! I should kick you." He raised his foot, and she automatically flinched, but it never landed.

"No, no Chuck. I..." She tried to deny.

"BULLSHIT! You're just a cocksucker. You've probably wanted to suck my cock all week. I bet you planned this all along just so you could suck the come out of my prick. You're disgusting. What if I told someone about this. They'd hang you for sure. What am I going to do?"

"Please, Chuck I didn't. You hit my face and pushed it into me."

"Shut up you dirty liar." Then he did kick her, the sole of her foot.

She yowled and began to crawl away. To her bed, maybe it was safe.

"What am I going to have to do, tie you up so you can't try anything else?" Chuck was ready now. He followed his mother's weak crawl back to her bed. Predictably, she was in tears. He looked at her butt clothed in thick wool pajamas. It wriggled at him in a meek but deserving way. How he wanted to feel her butt. It was really quite a marvelous ass. Someday he promised himself he have at that ass in the best way. He wasn't that ready yet. He settled for a lesser offense.

Dorothy was halfway into bed, her body lay face down on the mattress, and her ass hung over the corner. She was about to lift a leg when her son shouted.

"Stop right there! Don't move. I can't think about what you just did to me without so much as a regret. You can't just go to sleep after sucking your own son's cock against his will. You raped my cock with your filthy mouth, and I going to make sure you pay for your sick behavior."

"But Chuck!" His mother wailed. "I hated it. You forced me."

"Lying isn't going to make this easier. I'll be right back. If you move an inch you'll regret it even more."

Dorothy froze in position, but she looked after him, piteously bewildered. He headed out the door. Her movement caught his attention, and he stopped to give her a fierce stare. Dorothy gulped, and she let her face fall into the soft bedding. Her fresh tears soaked into the linen.

A couple agonizing minutes later she screamed in pain. Chuck stood behind her swatting her pert ass with a small wooden cutting board.

"Don't even think of moving, until I'm done." He struck her as hard as he could with the wooden tool. "This is for your filthy cocksucking."

"Oww! No, NO!"

"This is for your lying." He continued smacking her, alternating between ass cheeks. The pain lingered so strongly it felt like two people were striking her.

"I won't, I won't ever do it again. Please don't hit me. God forgive me. Please!" His mother screeched.

"I'm not going to give you that option. I want this to hurt so that you'll never forget what a sick, perverted mother you are." Her butt was already swelling from his beating, but he didn't stop.

"Stop, STOP, I beg you!" Dorothy's entire ass was in pain. A wall of torment blazed in her ass. The board didn't even slow.

"This is for your lazy ass." Chuck, just beginning to tire, was so excited he could barely recognize the feeling. He kept on hitting her, visualizing her ass beneath the thin cloth, wishing it were completely naked before his mighty blows.

His mother was beyond hysterics. She blubbered and howled with every strike, but she had lost all sense of place and time. There was only a world of pain surrounding her.

Chuck began to laugh. He didn't even know why. The whole situation suddenly appeared ridiculous. Here he was spanking his own mother's ass with a thick piece of wood, and she was completely in his power. He almost died and went to hell. It was a moment of realization that this was his purpose in life to cause his mother all the suffering she could bear and more. He wanted to break her and break her again, until her will was nothing at all.

He finally slowed his arm to short expressive bursts. He realized he couldn't take her all at once. It was suppose to be a thing of terrible beauty, his new purpose in life, a long drawn out process until all of the honey had been burned out of a hive.

"There!" He shouted with each final blow. "No maybe," WHACK! "You'll", SMACK! "behave", THWACK! "next time." He gasp for breath.

His mother choked and sobbed. "Anything, anything."

Chuck lay the warm piece of wood down and smiled. He reached into his own pajama pants and found the thing he wanted more than spanking his mother's ass. His cum weary prick had sprung back to life. It raged to break out of his pants.

"Okay then." He told his mom. "If you mean that, then you'll crawl back here to me and do it right this time!" He again fished his horny cock out of his cotton pants and stroked it with longing.

Some small bit of self horror still lingered in her. At his words Dorothy felt a chill rise out of her blistering, hot ass and up her spine. She knew instinctively what he wanted. The unknown extent he would go to get it scared her as no beating could. She slowly and painfully left the bed, turning around on her hands and knees.

Her own young son stood in front of her with his blood engorged cock in his hands, blood made hot by spanking her swollen ass with a heavy paddle. His eyes gleamed with victory. "Get over here, now."

She crawled with difficulty. Her ass burned from a searing violence struck against it. Beneath him she looked up pleading for mercy. There was none for her.

"What are you?"

"Huh, Chuck?"

"I asked what are you. You aren't deaf."

"I don't know. Please honey I'll do anything. What do you want?"

"I want you to know what you are, and why I had to punish you."

Dorothy gulped and her eyes streamed with tears.

"You are a cocksucker. You wanted to suck my cock all week. Didn't you?"

"N-no." She whispered it.

He only had to raise his hand slightly. "What?" He commanded.

"Anything. I-I'm a c-co-cocksucker. Whatever you want."

"Good." Chuck smiled and pressed his menacing cock into her face. He rubbed it all over her skin, and he stopped it right in front of her trembling lips. "Say it again."

"I-I'm a cocksucker. Please Chuck, have mercy."

He ignored her.

"I was afraid I was wrong. Maybe I did push into you. But that wasn't right, was it? You wanted to suck my cock. Didn't you?"

His mother eyes were empty. She was nothing. She hesitated for only couple seconds before answering.

"Y-yes." She lowered her head.

"Here, suck it. I love you. Maybe I shouldn't care about your perverse habits. You're my mother after all. You love me don't you?"

His question raised a small hope within Dorothy. All she ever wanted was to be loved.

"Yes Chuck. Mommy loves you."

"Good. You'd never want to hurt me would you?"

"No No!" Dorothy promised. Her son's prick bounced off of her lips.

Chuck slowly fed his rigid cock into her mouth. "Suck it."

Dorothy opened her mouth as wide as she could but she couldn't take all of it into her mouth. Still her son pressed harder, slowly forcing his meat into her throat until she choked on it. She gagged and coughed, but he held her head and he began to pump his eager meat in and out of her face.

"Suck it damnit."

Dorothy clamped her lips down upon her son's plowing cock. She sucked him, gagging as his dick speared the back of her mouth. Now she really was a cock sucker. "Oh honey. Ggggh!" She wanted to tell him how she only wanted his love, not to be treated like this. Why did he force her so? If only he would be more kind and sweet, like a son should, she might even begin to like...

"That's it, you slutting cocksucker, take it all. Here." Chuck interrupted her half formed thought and pushed heavily into his mother's face, almost knocking her off balance. His cock had never felt like this. He never wanted a hand job again, as long as his mother was available to gulp his prick. His sense of power over her heightened to where he believed he had total control, except his cock was pulsing and probing so incredibly, he could barely talk. He uttered a stream of foul language, unable to pursue any other act.

"God damnit, you fucking bitch, suck me more. Harder, harder!" He was in such possession of strength he began slapping her face and yelling at her to suck harder. His dick thought it was already in a vice grip, but he wanted more.

Dorothy yelled in pain and surprise, but she didn't dare dislodge her son's pummeling prick. She tried to protect her self with her arms as his pole slid deeper into her throat, savaging it, but she couldn't keep her balance. He kept hitting her and yelling, but he wasn't actually hitting her with his full strength, just enough to sting and confuse her further. All she could do was suck harder on his rampant cock. She began to suffocate. She couldn't get a breath in. She gagged and choked trying to just to breathe. The dank odor of his abused bolt and musty scrotum hair clogged her nose until she felt like she was going to vomit. Still she held on in dread fear of reprisal, gulping down sour heaves from her beleaguered stomach.

She was doing it! Thought Chuck. She was sucking him like some kind of sex machine. She was just a slave to his worst desires. His cock felt like it left a layer of skin in her mouth every time he pulled it out and rammed it back into her face. He stopped hitting her and just kept yelling. He was going to explode any second. "You sucking, cocksucking, mother fucking bitch! Oh, damnit that's incredible.!" He was just about to cum, and then without thinking, he said. "I love you mommy!" And his dick blasted out a fierce jet of gallons of cum.

Suddenly, Dorothy was swallowing as fast as she could, unable to take one breath, her mouth filled with her son's white spew and spilled all over her face. She had been about to die when she heard him suddenly cry out that he loved her. And at that moment she felt something wrench free just below her stomach. Her own bowels churned in a way she had never felt before, and she could feel a long submerged spark ignite inside her. She didn't know what it was, but for all the beating and cock slugging it grabbed her attention as a messenger of hope and future salvation. Somewhere inside herself she found a strange strength to forgive her son and carry his awful burden, but with it came a terrible hint of something waiting for eventual fulfillment. Her loins felt loose, and sent out weak messages of promise to her tortured brain.

Chuck could barely stand. His relaxing piston still hung in front of his mother's face. It was more than he had ever dreamed of. His joy was absolute and without bounds. Nothing could stop him, he told himself. He could hardly wait for his dick to fill out so he could do it again, but he so was tired. He had been twisting his mother in knots for hours it seemed, and it had all be worth it. He felt invincible and incredibly drained as if the cum which dripped down his mother's blank face had been a piece of his soul, and she had sucked it out of him. He only looked at her for a second. Then he laughed, fully enjoying the final spectacle of his victory. He turned around and padded his naked body out of her room. He didn't even hear her last words.

"Mommy loves you." 



Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth Ch. 4



The following is a work of FICTION.

Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.

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Chuck slept in late the next day. His body felt as if it had been swimming all night long. He was exhausted. It was nearly noon when he opened his eyes and looked blearily at his messy room. His cock felt like it had been wrung out like a rag. His mouth was dry and he couldn't keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds.

Eventually he grew more awake, and at some point he heard his mother moving around in the house. Even then his lips curled into a cruel smile. The littlest thought of her, cowed on her hands and knees, her face gorged with his terrific hard on, made his cock jerk and begin to fill with blood. If only his father could have seen them. Chuck wanted nothing more than to take his father's place, but he was secretly glad his father had been killed and was no doubt in hell. As much as he admired his father's power and ruthlessness, he hated his old man's contempt. As long as his mother had been around, he had treated his son like a king's heir, but alone he had beat him regularly for no reason whatsoever.

Chuck felt his dick wither once more. What the fuck, he told himself. He needed to piss and get something for breakfast anyway. There would be plenty of time to consider his next move on his mother.

Dorothy had not slept well at all. In the earliest light she had risen, exhausted, crawled out of her bed and looked at her face in the mirror. It was covered with light bruises. Her throat felt like a worn dirt road and was dry as cotton. She stank from dried cum and sweat. Her ass felt tender and swollen. She took a long bath, but her body refused to feel clean. It had been fully violated and forever damaged. All the horrors of her marriage had returned after only a brief interlude of false peace. A new horror preyed on her mind unceasingly. Her own son was doing the same vile things to her that her vicious husband had. There was nothing she could do but continue to suffer and pray for the day when her son tired of torturing her and felt nature's urge to leave on his own. Or so she believed. It was the only hope left to her she told herself. Still, he showed no sign of looking for work or finding a girl at school. It might be years before he sought a man's independence, if ever. What did he need of other women when he had everything he might wish from his own mother?

After many hours of such dark contemplation, Dorothy found herself sitting on their couch drenched with tears. The sun was beating on the living room curtains. She got up and began her daily rounds of housecleaning. She had nothing else.

After finishing his ablutions and a refreshing shower, Chuck found his mother in the kitchen. She was bent over the sink cleaning dishes from the night before. Her ass was just barely visible through her tattered work dress. He stared at it thinking if she would just bend down a little further... He felt his cock begin to stir. But his stomach growled even louder.

"Hey mom. What's for breakfast?" He asked brightly. He could hardly wait for her meek reply.

He was not disappointed. Dorothy tensed at his words and she gulped before answering. "Wh-what would you like dear?"

"Oh, I dunno. How about pancakes?"

"Okay Chuck." She said and turned immediately to do his bidding. Chuck sat himself at the table and watched his mother obey him. He would carefully comment on any misstep, wrecking what little confidence she had.

"Goddamn you're so clumsy. I'm hungry. Why does it take you so long to make something as simple as pancakes?"

"Honey, I'm trying. Please the griddle is still cold."

"Don't talk back. You don't have any right when you let your son starve. Why didn't you have this already cooking?"

"But you were sleeping. I didn't know..."

"You don't know anything. Look at that. Now you're going to burn the butter."

"Please don't act this way, I can barely think."

"You're not suppose to think. You don't have any thoughts worth the effort. The only things you're suppose to do are keep this house clean and make the meals around here. It's not like you have to go to work or to school. How am I ever going to escape your wickedness and laziness if I don't get a good education?"

Dorothy only cringed further, working as fast as she could under his steady stream of derision.

Chuck kept his secret smile to himself. It was going to be a great day. Already his hard on was beginning to out voice his empty stomach. But he continued to wait as he enjoyed working up a fresh state of desire for his mother's special usefulness. Pretty soon he was devouring pancake after pancake as fast as his mother could cook them. He made sure he ate every one his mother prepared.

"Why did you make so many mom? Trying to make me fat or something? Damn I feel like throwing up."

She looked dismally at the empty bowl of batter. She hadn't eaten all morning, still expecting to sit down at a nice meal with her son. Dorothy couldn't believe that even a simple thing like food would be denied her. She turned to mix some more batter.

"What are you doing?"

"I-I'm hungry, Chuck. You ate all the pancakes."

"But you left a mess. Now clean it up before you do anything else." He gave her a stern look. Now that his stomach was bloated with excess it was time to seriously indulge another part of his anatomy.

Dorothy only looked at her son with faint tears glistening in her eyes. "Y-yes dear." She began collecting the dishes utensils and filled the sink once again.

Chuck watched her every move holding back his now bursting urge to get his rocks off. All his talk to abuse his mother had turned his prick into an iron hammer. He kept looking at her torn dress peeking into the rents to catch a glimpse of her flesh beneath, but her mother commonly wore lots of underwear and now she had taken to wearing an old pair of sweat pants beneath them. It was the next thing he decided to deal with. For months he had been fantasizing about his mother's full tits and incredibly shaped ass. Now that he had taken control, he could free his fantasies to the wild.

His mother was clearing his place at the table. His brief foreshadowing smile almost betrayed him. As his mother touched his plate to pick it up, Chuck pushed it off the table. He was immediately rewarded by his mother's look of shock. She knew, he told himself. The plate smacked upon the floor and cracked into several pieces.

Dorothy pulled her hand back and straightened in sudden fright, her body already knowing what her mind would soon discover.

"Mom, you clumsy oaf! Look at that. Just look at what you did." Chuck glared at her.

"But I didn't... You..."

He cut her sentence. "I didn't do nothing!" He yelled. His eyes dared her to defy him."

Dorothy gulped and was lost in her son's spiteful face. "I-it was just a mistake. I'll clean it up."

"What good will that do?" Chuck asked angrily. "Are you going to try and glue it back together? Do you expect us to buy new plates every time you bump into one?"

"N-no, Chuck. Please..." Her face went blank with dread.

"Of course not. The only thing we have to deal with is how to make you less of an oaf! What do I have to do, beat you every time you break something? Will that fix it?"

"Chuck, no, no. You couldn't." Dorothy was suddenly terribly aware of the lingering pain in her ass cheeks.

"We have to do something!" Chuck raged at his mother. Then he said nothing, as if he was thinking, but he already had decided. He knew that his mother knew it too, but it was a game that had to be played out. He stared with silent anger. His mother shuddered from immobilizing fear.

For a long minute he threatened her silently. Then he broke the silence at the first startling moment.

"You stay here. I'll be right back." And without waiting for her reply he walked purposefully towards his bedroom. When he returned he was carrying his widest belt.

"No, Chuck, you can't." Dorothy eyes went wide. Her ass tingled with warning.

"I have to. You are so clumsy you have to be punished. Bend over that table, and remember what I am about to do. Maybe then I won't have to again." Chuck lied easily, knowing he would never cease to enjoy whipping his mother. After his first taste of smacking her ass the previous night, he knew he would have find excuse after excuse however slight, just to her her cry out at every crack of pain. But this time he was not going to let a few threads of cloth protect her.

His mother sniffled in despair and began to lower her body over the kitchen table.

Chuck stopped her with a word. "Wait!"

He pointed at her clothing. "Look at at that dress. It's a ruin. How can you possibly be so ugly? It doesn't even fit you. No wonder you can't do anything right. Take that stupid thing off!" He commanded.

His mother couldn't help but reply. "Chuck, you're my son. I mustn't."

"Fuck, you aren't good enough to be a mother. You're just making this harder on yourself. What are you trying to do, make me really angry?" He threatened her with the belt. "Take it off, NOW!"

He watched his mother visibly crumble and burst into tears, as she slowly reached for her buttons.

"Damnit, you're taking your own goddamn time again." Chuck shouted and he reached out and slapped her.

Dorothy began to bawl openly as she struggled to unfasten and peel the full length dress off of her body. Her second layer was quickly and fully exposed to her son. One again, he was staring at her her hotly as her full breasts pushed out the thin t-shirt she wore over her bra. She hunched over, fully aware of her tempting body, trying to shrink her titties into her chest. She was slapped for trying.

"Now pick that rag up and give it to me. I'm going to burn it after I'm through with you."

She bent down.

Chuck stared even harder at his mother's perfect, round ass as it jutted just below the table rim. He took the dress and tossed it behind him.

"Just look at you. You wear so many clothes you can barely move at all. If you hadn't been wearing all those stupid things you never would have broken that dish. No, don't touch it. I want you to look at it and remember how clumsy you are while you're being punished. Well, are you going to bend over this table? I haven't got all day."

His mother was wailing openly as she leaned down and stuck out her ass.

"Fine, that's the first thing you've done right all day. Now pull down those pants. I want to make sure you remember this lesson."

Dorothy jerked up at the thought and cried. "No! You mustn't! I'm you're mother, please have mercy."

"Jesus fucking Christ! What do you think I am, some perverted sicko? That's you're line of work, you mother cocksucker. Don't forget I'm trying to help you. Maybe you should also think how disgusting your cocksucking ways are and save me the trouble of punishing you again the next time you try to suck me off."

"No please!" She wailed.

Chuck acted mercilessly. He reached out and pulled at her sweat pants. He wasn't strong enough to tear the fabric, but he stretched it enough to get his very first peek of his mother's exciting ass cheek.

His mother tried to pull them back up but he swatted her hands immediately with his belt. They only suffered two strokes before flashing back to the table where she clutched them beneath her.

A few seconds later, Chuck had pulled his mother's soft pants down to her ankles. Her entire bare ass and thighs were open to him. He reveled in his first exposure to her cunt's gateway from behind. Most of the hair covering her curled lips lay farther up the slick groove. He had his first sight of pussy, and how he wished he could jump on her and press his ready cock into his mother's forbidden cunt. It was waiting for him, but if he pushed his mother too fast she might break from his grip and escape the joy he expected to wrest from her body until he grown bored enough to leave her.

He gripped his belt in one hand and pressed the other against his fully erect cock. He told her, "Are you ever going to break another dish?"

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed. Chuck, I beg you. Let me go."

Chuck swung the belt hard and answered her plea.

"SWACK!" It crashed into her soft butt globes.

"OHHHH! PLEASE!!"

"Answer my question."

"Oh, ow, that hurt so much! No, I won't, I promise."

"Won't what?" He pressed her.

"Break another dish."

Chuck beat her ass again.

Dorothy screamed and kicked up one leg. "NO!!"

"You'd better not. I'm sick of your fumbling and stumbling. I'm sick of your laziness." He struck his mother's ass once more. Red welts grew wide and deep as his mother continued yelling, begging.

"Now what else?"

"Oh, honey. What?"

The belt smashed into her ass again.

"YAAAHHH! CHUCK!! PLEASE!!!"

"Don't you remember what else you are?" Chuck shouted.

Dorothy was so confused she couldn't think anything. All she could do was look back at her menacing son with pleading eyes.

"Here, let me remind you." And then he began to really beat his mother. He raised and struck her over and over ignoring her shrieks and yowls. Her ass was totally purple. "You're a goddamn cock sucker!" He continued to punish her. "That's what you are."

His mother was reduced to jelly. She dared not speak and all she could do was sob and yell. She kept howling in pain until she was out of breath, and then she choked out dry coughs.

Then Chuck stopped. He dropped the belt and let her screams fade until she could catch her breath. He was so horny his cock nearly burst through his trousers. He almost pulled out his prick and stuffed it into her purple framed pussy. Instead he leaned quietly over to his mother and whispered into her ear.

"There there. It's okay mom. Just you keep there. I'll help you."

His mother simply cried into her hands. "Oh my son, why?"

Chuck went to the refrigerator and took out a large jar of mayonnaise. "You know why mom. You have to be good."

"Good. " She echoed unable to concentrate. 

"This will make you feel better." He began to spread the cold creamy liquid onto her ass. Touching her gently, whispering.

"Oh, Chuck. oohh. It hurt so bad."

"I know. It's okay now. It's all over."

"Thank you Chuck, thank you." The hot sting in her ass began to melt away.

She didn't notice her son pulling down his pants.

Then she realized his fingers were probing between her ass, well lubricated by the mayonnaise. "Chuck!" She gasp.

"There, there. It's okay. I love you mommy. Let me help take the sting away." He began to fondle her cunt lips as his other hand slowly jerked his own rock hard cock, smearing mayonnaise all over them.

"But, chuck you're..."

"Shhh. Don't say anything." He pressed one finger into her cunt. His cock jerked at his first sensation of that silky passage.

Dorothy was so confused, her own natural response couldn't be kept in check. She found herself moaning. "Ohhh. Chuck, th-that's n-not right." The searing waves of pain in her ass were camouflaging subtle impulses of pleasure. She could feel her cunt light up in the gray pain that surrounded her. The fire in her ass was eroding and in it's place she could sense her pussy lit up like a lighthouse beaming regular flashes of goodness.

Chuck was pounding his cock with his fist. He had never touched a woman's pussy before and here he was, stuffing his hand into his own mother's inflamed cunt!

"Now, isn't that better? Now you're being real good mommy."

"Good." Dorothy whispered. She was no longer thinking, she was only feeling. And the feeling inside her moist, throbbing clit was consuming her body. She had never felt anything like it. In one very real aspect, she was still a virgin. Her husband had never concerned himself with her pleasure. She had never cum before. All she knew of sex was torment and fright. But now after the beating and fear, she felt something amazing. Her young son was giving her her first orgasm.

Chuck couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mother was actually responding to his touch. He had always heard that a woman's cunt was her source of sex pleasure, but he hadn't even thought about his mother's feelings. All he had wanted to do was touch her most secret place. He dreamed about it, and he had actually schemed his way into her pussy. His prick had never felt so hard. He didn't care it wasn't buried into his mother's face, all he wanted to do was fuck her cunt with his fingers and pull hard on his prick. He pulled it like crazy until he could feel the cum bursting inside his cock.

"Ahhh!" Dorothy gasp. Her body was churning at her son's most intimate touch. Her cunt wanted to gobble his hand. She even licked her lips, which suddenly felt oddly alone. He hands clutched the table beneath her as she tried to impale herself on her son's probing hand.

Then the torrent of power that surged through her body peaked and her whole frame shuddered in minor tremors as her brain filled with delight.

"God!! Ohhhhhh. Unnngggg. Chuck!"

She felt his hand stop and then a new sensation. Hot cum spurted all over her ass. It melted the remaining clumps of mayonnaise and dribbled down her cheeks. She could hear Chuck groaning with pleasure.

It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Chuck couldn't stand the bursting fireworks in his young head. He started to cry, began bawling like a little boy. "Oh, mommy, mommy. I love you."

There was such great passion in his voice Dorothy couldn't help but believe him. In spite of all the torment and shame she had suffered in his hands, she was immediately ready to forgive. Her own orgasm had opened a door she had never known existed. It was like a power she had never felt before. She first glimpsed one small hope for her future, a tiny chance to escape her torrid fate.

When she turned around, Chuck was gone. She looked out the kitchen door window, but he had already gone outside, ready to enjoy another Saturday. Then she wiped the tears in her eyes and began cleaning up the awful mess. She even managed to eat something.


Chuck walked along the street. His mind was reeling from his last victory. He had made his own mother cum! And it seemed to him that his own explosion of cum and pleasure was the best he'd ever known. Now all of his thoughts were tied together. He wanted to fuck his own mother. And he knew he could do it anytime. His dick was already rock hard again, and he felt like turning back and just order her to lie down and open her cunt, but for Chuck, planning out a whole scene was perhaps the best part of the fun. He kept walking and walking until he had figured out every detail.



Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth. Ch. 5-6



Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.

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Chapter 5

Dorothy, shut her self into the bedroom, lay buried under the covers. The past week had taken it's toll and now all she could do was lie down and cry. Her ass was a giant bruise. She had tried to cool it with a wet towel, but even that was too harsh for her terribly sensitive cheeks. Curled on her side, she sobbed into her pillow, praying her son would stay out for the whole day.

"Mother!" Chuck's voice called from the living room.

Dorothy flinched and shook all over. No. Please.

"Mother?" His voice was outside her door.

She wrapped the pillow around her head trying to bury her unquenchable sobs.

He knocked lightly. "Mother, I can hear you." 

"Oh, Chuck. Mommy needs some sleep. Can you come back later?"

Chuck opened the door. "No. I need you right now."

His mother peeked at him, her eyes visible just above the edge of her comforter. "Oh, Chuck. I beg you. Please let mommy get some sleep."

"Mom, you have to stop being so lazy." He said quietly. He walked right up to the bed.

Dorothy sniffed and groaned.

"It hurts so much." She said.

"I know." Chuck brushed his hand against her forehead.

"I-I'll be real good. Just let mommy get a little sleep."

"Aw, poor thing, but this will take only a minute." He smiled at her.

"Wh-what is it?" Dorothy couldn't dare disobey him or even stall him.

"I want you to tell me something."

Oh, no. She could hear the threat already in his voice, no matter how kindly he pretended.

"Please. I-I don't know."

"You haven't heard the question yet." His voice almost slipped into anger.

His mother swallowed her sobs, petrified from her fear.

"Now tell me mother. Are you really a cocksucker?"

"Oh, Chuck!" She burst out.

Chuck snapped at her. "Answer me!"

Dorothy painfully met his eyes. "I-I don't know... I don't know what to say."

"You know. You know what you feel when I push into your mouth."

"I feel terrible. You're so terrible to me."

"I'm just teaching you, but I have to know what you're feeling when you suck me. You like it, don't you."

"Chuck, I'm so confused. I-I'll say anything." She surrendered. Hope failed. "If you wouldn't be so terrible..." 

"How am I terrible? You're my mother. I love you."

"No, no Chuck. You force me. You bend every word. Y-you h-hit me."

"Dad hit both of us, but it was for our own good."

"No, never. H-he was a brute." Dorothy suddenly rose and grabbed her son's shoulders. "Don't be a brute Chuck, not to anyone. Not to me, please."

"You're a liar."

"No. Go ahead, hit me. I don't care anymore. Nothing you do can make me believe your father was anything but evil."

Chuck paused. Her words echoed within him as if they were the first words he had ever heard her speak. Their conviction was pure. Slowly he spread a smile across his face.

"Fine."

Dorothy watched her son. On his face two images wrestled, the boy's father, and her own. They faded and in their place was the same dear child she prayed would not forsake her.

"Please son, let mommy rest."

"Do you promise to be good?"

Dorothy swallowed. "Yes Chuck."

"Will you do what I tell you?"

Dorothy dropped her eyes. "Yes Chuck."

"Okay, now tell me. Are you a cocksucker?"

"Mmm." She looked one, last, pleading look at her son.

He only stared at her harder.

Finally, Dorothy accepted the new bargain between them. "Yes. Yes Chuck. I-I am a cocksucker."

"Good. Now suck this." He kneeled on the bed. His cock jutted out between his unzipped zipper.

It pointed at her expectantly. Chuck's smile was worse than ever.

Dorothy knew her only option. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes.

"No. That's not good enough." Chuck slapped her lightly.

Startled, she gulped and asked. "What do you want?"

"Get out of those covers and take your clothes off."

"Oh, Chuck. Please. Mommy will suck your cock. Don't make me take my clothes off."

"You have too, or do you want to get spanked again."

Dorothy shook her head. She pushed the covers down and began to remove layer after layer of her only defense against her son.

First was the nightgown.

Then she took off the pajama top. Her thick brassier quivered nervously.

Then she pulled down her bottoms. The long, corduroy pants were kicked into a heap at the foot of her bed.

Chuck drooled, looking at his mother's sexy body.

Something new was happening in his mother's head. As she stripped off her layers, something inside her began to glow. Every newly reveal part of her body began to tingle. She kept looking at her son's cock as if it were in charge more than her son. She was going to suck that awful thing, and she was going to show her naked body. She grew flush.

"Honey, can I suck it now?"

His cock began to hurt. Just looking at her tight panties and wire bra was giving him early jitters. It was almost as if he was going to cum, but he wasn't. He couldn't wait any longer.

"Do you want to suck it?"

Dorothy looked down. "Yes." And she meant it.

"Here." He scooted forward to her face and presented his cock to it.

His mother opened her mouth and carefully drew the rod of flesh inside. It was as if she had never tasted it before. It was the sweetest of meats, and it was hers. For the first time in her life she felt in control. She began to suck it with all the love her son had denied her.

Chuck had been ready to jam his prong into her mouth and fuck her face with stunning force, but at her first touch, her lips caressed his yearning peter like she had never before. "Oh mother, what is this?" He blurted at her softness and gentle sucking. She milked him like the kindest maiden. His dick's anger melted at the same time it craned harder with need. Chuck could not move, such was the pleasure that rippled out from his swollen member. He placed his hands on the back of his mother's head and held her gently for the first time. His mood evaporated like mist before the sun.

Dorothy never knew that cocksucking could be an act of pleasure. She sensed Chuck's withering attitude. Grateful, she gave her best mouthing on his engorged prick. Her head rocked like a sonnet on her son's flute. She licked and sucked his greedy cock meat as if it were honeyed ham. Chuck's moans were music to her rhythm.

"Oooohhh, geee. Mom, I never felt that before. I-I AAAAaaaaaahhhh. so goooood!"

"Mmmmmbbbbbllllll..." She tried to answer him with loving hums and slurping mouth.

"Ohh, yes. Thank you mother. I love you." Chuck was crying. He felt so wonderful. All anger inside the inexperienced teenager fled to the far corners in his mind. His attention was totally focused on his mother's mouth and tongue, gliding smoothly over the rigid flesh, ripe in his groin. Light exploded in his head.

Cum poured out his cock, and his mother swallowed like a fish, gulping and mewing with every drop surging down her gullet. She sucked his dick dry and continued to tease her son's cock head with tongue caresses and full kisses. Dorothy hugged her boy's ass and buried her face in his balls.

"Oh my. What have I done?" Chuck asked at the end of his prolonged cumming. He saw his mother's inner beauty for the first time, her sacrifices and her one, simple request, to be loved.

Her faced turned away at her job's completion, but Chuck reached out and held it gently so that he might kiss his mother's cheek and let her know that he was not lost to her.

Dorothy curled into a fetal ball on top of her bedspread, full of shame mixed with delight. Her son carefully wrapped his arms around her and hugged her with a son's proper love.

Chapter 6

Chuck was pissed off again the next day, at himself. He growled into the mirror and tried to remember his plans to make his mother fuck him. It should be easy by now, but each time he considered it he flashed a memory of her smile as he tucked himself into her breasts. What was wrong with him?

His day at school reflected his confusion. Instead of history he walked into his math room. Mrs. Plachette eyed him drearily.

"Chuck Hughes, I didn't expect you until next hour. Is there some special reason you visit me early?"

Laughter fluttered around the room.

"Fuck." Was all he said and left.

He stumbled into Susie, the pretty student who had inspired his libido originally. She was an innocent dish, tall with long, straight brown hair, curves that would fit an Italian sports car, and a smile to turn frowns into robins.

"Chuck!"

"Oh, hi Susie. You take this math class?"

"Yeah, and I'm late." She wanted to nudge past him.

Chuck blocked her and looked down her buttoned shirt.

"You're just a freshman."

"I like math."

"I've got something you'd like better."

"Eeww, you tried to put your hand up my dress!"

"Yeah, well it's a nice dress."

Susie looked at him strange. She laughed. "Get out of my way."

Chuck stepped aside before he realized he didn't want to.

She slipped inside the room before he could grab her. He wanted to grab her and drag her into a bathroom. What was wrong with him?

He arrived home emotionally clueless. He thought about Susie and her mouth sized tits, and he was pissed off again that he couldn't muster the power to take control of her. He thought of his mother, and now that she had begun to behave as if she wanted to suck his dick, it was the last thing on his mind. He wasn't even very horny. He was just pissed.

"How was school today?" Dorothy stood in the living room with her arms in front of her. Her hand crossed over the frayed material of her house dress.

"It was shit. I'm going to my room."

"Is there anything you'd like me to do?" Her eyes followed him expectantly.

"I don't care."

"Ok, honey." Dorothy declined her head. At least the house needed her. The rounds of cleaning never seemed to end. After fixing a light snack her labor recommenced.

She was rinsing a washcloth in the bathroom, humming a blue refrain when Chuck walked in behind her and pulled her dress up. He pushed two fingers into her cunt from behind.

"OHH, Chuck! Please, your hurting me."

"I'm going to fuck that mother."

"No, you can't." She jumped away. Her voice used a harder edge than it had in the past. Both were startled by it's strength.

Chuck was ready to strike her, but he read her eyes. They weren't afraid. His mother trembled like kitten before a dog, but her eyes were almost smoldering. Chuck popped the button off his jeans and tore down his zipper. He wasn't wearing undershorts. His cock leapt out nearly full of blood. "Take off that dress."

Dorothy had awakened that morning to a haze of emotions. Her terrible fears of her son were vaporized and wafted around her as she attended the day's chores. She could still feel it, but other feelings crept in through the tears in her dress. Her lips felt flush and warm. Her breasts were like delicate flowers sensitive to every swish of her clothes. She moved quite relaxed, and with unasked telepathy she had wandered into the living room and stood silently for five minutes before Chuck returned from school. 

For more than a week, she had dreaded his return, his insults and his hard cock pressing into her throat, filling her with cum. This day had detached itself from recent history, and she had patiently waited for him, ready.

Today her son wanted to fuck her, as her husband would, with hate. Ceramic tiles echoed his order with a tinny reflection. Dorothy lifted her head and stared right back at her son. She heard the oddest sentence spoken out of her own mouth. "You're not hard enough for me."

Chuck looked at his dick and lost focus. Not yet fully hard, it wilted slightly at his distracted pause. He began to panic. "No, I'm going to fuck you mom."

He grabbed the shoulders of her dress and thrust them over her arms.

Dorothy's firm breasts fell into view. They jiggled like young vines on a trellis when the evening wind blew.

"God, they're so beautiful!" Chuck wrapped a hand over his cock and pumped on it as he stared at his mother's tits.

She knelt down, beneath his reviving cock, and opened her mouth.

"Let me." Was all she said, and she took her son's bulging prick from his grip and sucked it into her mouth.

"Oh, ooh moooom-mie." Chuck was transported by the delicate touch of her fingers and the wet, yielding lips that wrapped his cock in warm folds. Her tongue journeyed along it's length and rasped under it's bulbous head. Her cheeks and throat drew tightly around it, and she pulled her head back, slowly dragging on her son's stone hard dick until his head nearly popped out. She quickly licked it's blind eye, and she lightly cupped his balls at the base of the fully erect shaft. Then she breathed it back, deep inside her.

"Aaaawwwhh." Chuck flailed for a mental perch free from the love that dissolved into his bloodstream. He failed. His cock took control of him, and it's joy weakened him until he was like a baby.

Dorothy mewled and moaned. Her son's joy was her own. Her head moved swifter and swifter upon the mighty flesh that had become one with her desire. It's tremors and halting jerks beckoned her to suck faster and faster. His balls rumbled with potential and the boy of her creation grabbed her head, softly. She sensed a flickering light burst inside her and burn. She groaned. Flames licked throughout her spirit to the rhythm of her sucking. She felt alive with power. Each drag of his cock filled her with energy, energy that spun in a circle and grew.

Chuck's angry vitality hoisted itself from his loins and erupted as white jets of plasma filling her mouth. Cum shot down her throat and detonated the vortex of his mother's reward. 

"MMNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Dorothy exploded from within but never skipped a sucking beat upon her son's manhood.

"Oh, mother. Mother what have I done?" He pumped measure after measure of cum inside her. He lifted her beautiful hair and gazed at his fingers beneath.

Dorothy gulped the last spurts of his seed and pulled back for the last time. She left a dozen kisses on the incredibly soft head. 

"Come here." She whispered and cradled his hips. Her face leaned into his firm stomach. Chuck felt himself close to tears as he melted into his mother's arms. They lay together upon the bathroom floor until they got cold.

His mother helped him stand up and step out of his jeans. She led him away to her bedroom where she tucked him in. She peeled off her dress and climbed under the covers wrapping herself against him. Both slept.

It was either very late when Chuck awoke or too early to get up. He felt his mother's naked body: her legs along his legs, pubic hair against his ass, breasts into his spine, and her lips upon the back of his neck. All the parts of her he had desired to control were now meaningless compared the strength of her heart.

He kept awake, in peace, until the sun filled the room with it's heat. Drowsy eyes filtered the brightness into pink halos.

"Good morning, my beautiful son." Dorothy whispered into his ear. She had been dreaming of a cabin built at the end of a long pier. The ocean that surrounded her was beset by storms. Salt water crashed against the log walls until they sprung leaks from every crevice. Her bed was soaked and her skin looked like prune flesh. No matter how she cried, the storms persisted. Only when she shouted with conviction that the storm would never drown her did they pause and listen. To them, she had also whispered.

"What time is it?" Chuck asked. His sense of time had collapsed as he lay in stasis throughout the dawn.

"It's nine-thirty."

"Hey, I'm late for school!"

"Shhhh, I'll write you a note. Stay in bed and I'll bring you breakfast." Dorothy kissed the back of his neck and climbed out of bed. Chucks eyes lingered on her naked body. It was so close and beautiful, and it was his mothers. He felt his cock rise.

She returned wearing a long smoking jacket. It was his fathers. She placed a perfectly arranged tray of eggs and toast and bacon and grapefruit juice and a banana on the bed beside him. "Eat first, and then we'll talk."

Chuck was hungry and ate wholeheartedly, but his dick remained hard and eager for more sucking or even fucking if he could only figure out a new weakness in his strangely confident mother. The bacon was especially good. Chuck licked his fingers.

Dorothy noticed the 'tent' in he bedsheets. She sat ambivalently at the edge of the mattress, observing her son's new behavior.

"So, do you think it's hard enough this time?" He glowered at her.

"Chuck, you know it's not right to want to have sex with your mother."

"Hah! Who says you're anything like a real mother?"

"There must be other women, ones who would welcome your... needs."

"You mean, like Susie? I hate her. I can't even kiss her and she gets angry."

"Oh my son, I've tried so hard to raise you properly, to teach you right from wrong. How can I be your mother when you want to... you know. I don't know whom I'm suppose to be."

"I know mother. I know what is right, but I want to do what is wrong." Chuck moved the tray of crumbs aside, and he reached inside her long, shimmering robe. Her tits were still naked beneath it, and he grasp one firmly and rolled it in his hand.

Dorothy lit with red shame. Was this the compromise she would have to accept? Her son was addicted to using her for his sexual needs, but his control over her seemed weakened by it.

Chuck felt her give in, and he immediately took the advantage. His other hand snaked around the silky robe and grabbed her far hip. With a deep grunt, he dragged her ass across the bed sheets and pressed his own body on top of hers.

"Please son, if you do this I may loose myself completely."

"Open you legs mother." He threw the covers back from his naked body.

"I can't. I can't let you fuck your mother." Dorothy's eyes seemed to darken, from the inside.

Chuck ignored her and thrust his cock between her thighs.

"NO, please! Don't!"

"Open your fucking legs!" Chuck was in the heat. Nothing would stop him now, certainly not her hollow complaints. His earlier weakness drained like water, and after several thrusts, he found his mark. Chuck was surprised by the wetness he felt there. His cock slid inside his mother like butter. He didn't wait to find even a comfortable rhythm. He just started bucking his prick into her without a concern for her feelings.

"Oh geez, mom I'm fucking you."

"Goodbye son." She closed her eyes and her back arched.

Chuck found his mother pushing her cunt against his thrusting like a seasoned whore. He wasn't going to last long. He kept repeating the last few weeks in his head, how easy it had all been. His mother would jack, suck, and now fuck whenever the hell he wanted. His balls were huffing like two bad wolves.

He bit down into one of her tits through his dad's old smoking jacket and poured his cum inside his mother like a stud horse.

Dorothy screamed.

At the moment of him entering her cunt, she vowed she would never let her son fuck his mother. Her mind twisted inside her and she forgot how to look outside, through her eyes. A burst of inner fire engulfed her and light burned through her soul. She had journeyed in suffering to the end. Her accumulated pain dissolved her. The orgasm in her physical body torched the ashes, and she was reborn.

"Get off of me you piece of shit!" Dorothy yelled at Chuck in a voice like thunder. She threw her fist against his ear and kicked up into his stomach as he recoiled from her punch.

"Mommy!" He cried in pain. His own flood of cum carried the bulk of his lust into nothingness. The son who had not been allowed a childhood peeked out once again from his heart. He would discover that the figure, who had denied him originally, had returned.




Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth. Ch. 5-6



Chuck was hurled off the bed by her foot. He slammed into the floor and yelled.

"What did I do?"

"What kind of faggot are you?" Dorothy tugged the manly robe around her and bounced off the bed. She stood over her son like a titan. "No son of mine is going to hump his old man!"

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Epilogue

Chuck Hughes scrubbed at a jelly stain on the kitchen table. He had tried everything, but the wooden top refused to give up the last bit of discoloration. He began to cry. Chuck was not a strong man. Pain coursed through every nerve in his body. The skin on his back and face and arms were accustomed to beatings. Purple bruises seldom returned to a color lighter than yellow. His finger and toe nails were smashed to bleeding stumps. Tape and cord and alligator clips bound his permanently flaccid penis to his balls, cutting fresh tears in his crotch whenever he moved too quickly. If he wasn't prompt, his 'father' smacked his asscheeks with a power cord. Whenever Chuck really screwed up, a sandpaper dildo was fucked in and out of his asshole until all color drained from his face. It was only removed after he had fainted. The strain of his childhood had left him a husk of a personality.

THE END