29 comments/ 78482 views/ 65 favorites Mother I Hate By: morhamza As of the time of writing this, I had no idea what I wanted to write. I am not a professional writer; so judge my work lightly. I will try my best to use appropriate grammar, the right punctuations, and limit the misspellings to the barest minimum, but I make no promises. The story is going to contain incest, at this stage that's all I know for sure; so if that's not your cup of tea, I'll advice you not to read this. Helpful comments are always welcome; I'll like to know what I'm doing wrong and what I'm doing right. ***** Everybody in this story is 18 or older. All the characters are fictional, and this is a fictional story. ***** My life was normal for the most part; everything was going well, at least on the surface. I was the first of two children and the only son. My parents seemed happy; my mom was a partner at the law firm she worked, my dad was an executive at an accounting firm. I was in my sophomore year at Caltech studying computer science. My baby sis was a senior at the high school I graduated from. I lived at the dorm in school even though my house was only an hour away. Picking a university to go to was a really hard decision for me, I wanted to leave town; branch out on my own, but the school that I had the most recommendation for was in town. I could go to any university I wanted; I graduated from one of the most prestigious high schools in America with a fairly high GPA, but I ended up in Caltech because that was where I wanted to be. Now if you heard that I was in the computer department you'd probably imagine a nerd with a serious case of acne who was used to the name four eyes because he wore dorky glasses; I was anything but. I am very athletic, even played football in high school and no, I wasn't a bench warmer. I am quite the lady's man, I scored a lot of pussy, but at nineteen and in the university I was ready for something serious. Not to sound narcissistic, but every time I stare in the mirror I am amazed at how good I look. I inherited my mom's blue eyes, pink lips and snow white skin. So did my sis. From dad I got my blonde hair, height; I was 6'3, and big build. The fact that I spend a lot of time in the gym has helped a lot with my figure. Enough about me let me tell you about the rest of my family; my sis is on the swim team, she has long brunette hair that falls a little below her shoulder. She has my mom's pale skin, blue eyes and pink lips. She also has my mom's height, although she was a little taller at 5'7. She wasn't too busty but her breast weren't small either; at least a C cup. She had long legs that seemed to go on forever, a slim waist, but her hips were flared, her best asset was her ass. At 18 she was a bombshell. My mom was almost identical to my sis, but she had all the advantage of being older; some of the disadvantage, long brunette hair, blue eyes, full pink lips. She was the shortest in the family at 5'5. At 41, saying she aged gracefully would be the biggest understatement of the century. She barely had any wrinkle, no grey hair at all and no sagging body parts. Okay; maybe her breast sagged a little, but I swear it wasn't even noticeable. She was considerably curvier than baby sis, and she took advantage of this in the way she dressed. In her profession she needed to be intimidating so she always wore suits and heels, and let me tell you it worked. Of course her no nonsense attitude helped a great deal. Now to my dad; he was the tallest in the house at 6'4. He had blonde hair, brown eyes and an athletic build. Unlike me he didn't like sports, not even a bit. But he did spend a few hours of the weekend in the gym; my sis and I might have gotten our exercise habits from him. He looked really, really good, but he had none of the confidence that should come with such good looks. He was incredibly shy, he was so meek. He was 39. In our family dynamic, it was clear to me at an early age who wore the pants in the house. At first I attributed this to the age difference between him and mom, but as time went by I soon learned that dad was just a pushover. Whatever my mom said was law in the house, and no one defied it; not even him. So yeah, I feared my mom, but I also resented her more than a little because she had a mean streak, something my baby sis also inherited. My dad was as loving to me as mom was mean. I couldn't seem to please her in anyway, so after a while I stopped trying and started living my life. So when one hot afternoon mom called and told me she and my dad were getting a divorce and I'd be staying at my dad's new apartment, I didn't even object; although that could be because I was gobsmacked by the news. Of course baby sis would stay with mom. When summer break came; I returned home, well my dad's new apartment. It wasn't bad; it was one of those apartments in those high-rise 24 storey buildings with a doorman. Dad's apartment was on the 13th floor. It had an insane view of the city at night. I asked dad why they were getting a divorce the first chance I got and he said mom just said the spark was no longer there and she wanted something better, typical selfish mom. He said he suspected there was another guy, but she swore there wasn't; like anyone would believe that. Of course if she admitted to having an affair, dad was going the wipe the floor with her in the divorce settlement, she knew this. I was only suspicious, but my suspicions were confirmed on one very hot February afternoon. Even though sis was living with mom on the other side of town, we still kept in touch. I knew every detail of her life, thanks to facebook, which was how I knew she was spending the whole weekend at a friend's house. I don't know why, but I decided to go by the house. I knew mom would be at work, but I still had a key so I could let myself in. I was feeling nostalgic I guess, so I got in the car I got from dad as a graduating gift even with all of mom's protest, and drove to my old house. I don't know what I was expecting, but I can tell you what I found wasn't it. When I got to the house, there was a silver Porsche parked in the drive way, it obviously wasn't mom's; not that she couldn't afford it, but mom would never splurge on a thing like that. The way it was parked made it obvious whoever did the parking did it in a hurry; either that or the person was a terrible driver. I don't know how big a role the Porsche sitting clumsily on the driveway played on the sequence of events, but it was the beginning of something I could never had seen coming. I had always suspected mom was stepping out on my old man, but I never thought I would find proof; certainly not the way I did. The Porsche had me thinking, what if her lover was in the house right now? I didn't actually think he would be, but sneaking around was fun, and so for the thrill of it I decided to park farther down the road after I drove past the house. I snuck back to the house and stared in the kitchen window; I couldn't see much, so I crept to the front and peeked in the living room window; what I saw almost knocked me out. There on the couch was my mom riding some guy, she seemed really into it, but I couldn't see much from my current vantage point. I ducked down almost immediately and took a minute to gather my thoughts. After taking a deep breath, I took out my iphone and decided I needed to get pictures. After taking a couple of pictures through the window, I got bolder and decided I needed to get in there, not least of which was because I needed to hear what was going on in there. After looking around and realizing the neighbours hadn't spotted me, I decided to sneak in through the garage. In my car was the garage door opener, the door was automated, but sometimes it had glitches so we had the keys made. I ran to the car to get it and ran back as quick as I could. Thankfully the door was very silent, so I could get in the house undetected. Taking position in the dining, I could get a very clear image of the action, after taking loads of pictures, I had a million dollar idea, why not video it? And so I switched to video. Mom was a screamer, and she had such a filthy mouth, cursing like a sailor. She also liked being called names. It took a while, but I finally found out who the guy was. He was a junior executive at my dad's firm. Mom was on all fours in the living room floor now, almost naked except for her skirt bunched on her waist, and her stocking that reached mid thigh and her black high heels shoe. "Oh yeah, fuck me you son of a bitch," she growled in a low deep voice. "Bitch— slut you like that don't you? You like it rough don't you?" asked Joshua Brennan who was kneeling behind her, thrusting fast and hard. One hand grabbing her hair and pulling, the other fondling her tits from behind. "Oh yeah you know I do. Fuck me hard, come on. Make me your fucking whore," the pitch of her voice was rising now, and she was thrusting her upturned ass fast at him now. Joshua spanked her ass, extracting a deep moan from her, "I don't need to make you my whore; you already are." As if to make his point he pushed her head to the ground with the hand holding her hair, stood behind her with his knees bent and started thrusting into her. Mom was screaming now, the dirty talk just rolling off her tongue. "That's it you fucking motherfucker, give it to me hard—make me scream," and make her scream he did. Josh removed his dick from her dripping pussy, turned her around and plunged head first between her legs. I couldn't see his cock clearly from where I was, but I was certain it wasn't anything huge; and that confused me, because the way mom was reacting one would think he was at least above average in size. "Oh you dirty son of a bitch, you like eating my pussy don't you?" mom said as her hand flew to his head. She held him in place as she ground her pussy all over his face. Josh forcefully extracted his head from her grip, gripped her hair and stood up, forcefully pulling her to her knees. Kneeling in front of him, he thrust his cock into mom's mouth and proceeded to fuck her face forcefully. "Bitch you like that young cock don't you? Well since you like it so much why don't you worship it," he growled at her, hand still grabbing her hair. Mom just moaned her reply. He pushed her on her back again, spread her legs as wide as he could, kneeled between them and proceeded to fuck her hard. "God I love a man with stamina," mom said smiling as she played with her nipples. As if that was some kind of signal, Josh pinched the other nipple hard, making mom scream. "Ugh—argh. That's it, fuck me hard. Fuck me like the demented whore I am," mom was screaming now. "Oh god I'm cumming, make me cum you son of a bitch; make me fucking cum," mom screamed at him. And with a loud scream she reached orgasm. As if on cue, Josh pulled out his cock and sprayed his cum on her tits, then inserted it in mom's mouth; asking her to lick her clean. I was finally able to slip out of the daze I'd been in throughout the whole thing; with my brain now working again I noticed my painfully erect penis. The precum leaking out from it left a tiny barely noticeable wet spot on my shorts. Too nervous to care if mom and her lover noticed me or not, I made my escape the same way I came in. I ran to my car and drove home, the only thing my mind was getting off while the hot scene I'd just witnessed was still fresh in my mind. No doubt the video I'd recorded would be serving as my own personal homemade porn; till I found another use for it at least. ***** Now, if I get enough good comments I may continue this story, if not I may just abandon my writing career altogether. I hope you enjoyed this story. Mother I Hate Ch. 02 Wow! The first story actually did better than I expected. I want to thank everyone who commented and rated it, I appreciate that. Yeah, I guess I do need someone to proof-read my stories, but I haven't told a soul I write erotica, so it's going to be hard. Editors usually take too long cutting and editing a story, so the time between posting chapters of a story becomes longer. I'll try to get an editor for my other works, but I'll be working alone until I post the last chapter of this story, so please endure. I'll try my best to improve. I apologise for the slow upload of this chapter, I share my laptop with an older brother writing his masters, so I barely get to use, again sorry. All the characters in this story are 18 years or older. All the characters are fictional, like this story. ***** One week after witnessing my mother having torrid sex with my dad's co-worker, it was still all I could think about; of course the fact that I watched and masturbated to the video I recorded of the act every chance I got didn't help me forget. I felt intensely aroused while masturbating to images of my mother being a slut onscreen, disgusted with myself for being such a pervert afterwards, then angry at my mum for being such a whore after the self loathing passed. Unlike most boys who worshiped their mothers, I detested mine, of course she deserved my resentment. Growing up, our house was divided. My dad favoured me and mum favoured my sis. At an early age I knew to avoid my mother like the plague, this was difficult though; seeing as how we lived in the same house and all. Her apparent disdain for me only pushed me closer to dad though. I worshiped the man, still do. He was exactly who I wanted to grow up to become. He thought me how to throw a football, even though he absolutely hated the sport, because that was what good fathers did. He thought me how to ride a bike. With his actions he thought me what it meant to be a man. If there was one thing I admired most about Douglas Brennan, it was the way he treated others. A man of his stature could've easily been a bully, but he treated everyone with respect; most especially his wife, my mother. This is why it was so infuriating to watch her treat him like crap. She insulted him every chance she got. She never acknowledged it when he did anything right, but was quick to scold him when he did anything wrong, and all through this he always kept his cool. For as long as I can remember I've wanted to make her pay; not only for my father's sake, but for mine as well. I wanted to punish her in some way, to make her feel as worthless as she made me feel. To degrade her, drive her to the point of committing suicide. Is that going too far? That's hardly far enough. From the way I've described her, one would imagine an ice queen, someone incapable of human emotion, but that wasn't my mum; I know because of how she treated my sister. No, my mum was capable of love, so much love, she just wasn't capable of showing me and dad love. It was the way mum treated baby sis that drove me to seek her affection at first, but at an early age of nine it became painfully obvious that she would never treat me the same. I know a lot of you have heard the saying 'it's a fine line between love and hate', but not a lot of you truly understood it. Well I did, I understood it so well. I think I hated my mother as fiercely as I did because I loved her just as fiercely once. Well after dreaming of the billion ways I could ruin her, finally I had the means to do so in my hands. All I needed to do was to play my cards right. I knew I had something that could damage her reputation, but I wanted to do more than damage her reputation, I wanted to ruin her. Besides, sex-tapes were common occurrence in America. I briefly considered showing the video to my dad, but that wouldn't have achieved my goals either. Dad could be a shark when he needed to be, but when it came to mum he was extremely gentle. I knew if I showed him the tape with no proof that the affair had been going on while they were still together, it would be of little use to him. The only thing I could do with it was use it to blackmail mum; naturally. I was scared though, mum was a smart woman, what if she didn't fall for it. Blackmailing her with just this video was a gamble, I needed more damning evidence. So I got on my computer and did a quick search of private detectives in the area, I got the contact number for a P.I firm closest to my location. I called and made an appointment for 2 PM the next day. Satisfied with what I had done so far, I got up, locked the door to my room. I got on my bed, lying on my back; I pulled down my pants and proceeded to rub one out. I shut my eyes and conjured the image of my naked mum. She stood there in front of me naked, her left hand cupping her tit while her right hand slowly massaged her pubic mound. She was so wet her pussy juice flowed down her thighs. Her hand slowly slid down her body until she was slowly stroking her pussy. She slid one finger inside her pussy and moaned; she removed the finger and brought it to her mouth and sucked it. Then she inserted the finger into her pussy again, this time when she removed the finger, she used it to smear her pussy juice all over her nipple. She pinched her nipple lightly and moaned. Then she returned her hand to her pussy again, this time she plunged three fingers into her pussy, "Oh god—that's so good," she said in a low husky voice. "I think I'm wet enough now baby, come fuck me," she said as she turned around and got on all fours, leaning her upper body down and arching her ass upward. It was at that point I let go and spewed my semen all over my stomach, some even got as far as my chest. Suffice to say it was a very satisfactory orgasm. After cleaning myself, I went to the living room to catch up on some of the programmes I'd recorded on the DVR. Somehow the masturbatory frenzy I'd been in all week was all gone once I'd decided what to do with the video of mum fucking dad's co-worker. I spent two hours watching episodes of Grey's Anatomy season 11 before I felt hungry. Walking to the kitchen and finding the fridge empty, I went to my room, got my phone and ordered for pizza. It took about 15 minutes before the pizza was delivered, and another 14 for me to finish the whole thing. An hour later I'd finished watching the last recorded programme. I deleted all my programmes, then browsed through the channels to see if there was anything interesting showing; there wasn't, so I switched off the TV and decided to go to bed at only around 8:49 PM. I guess I hadn't slept well all week, because as soon as I flopped on my bed, I dozed off. I didn't even turn off the lights. And unlike previous nights, I didn't dream of my mum. I slept so soundly in fact that I didn't wake up until early noon the next day. By the time I finished brushing and left my room, dad had already left for work. Checking the time and seeing that it was around 1:09 PM, I rushed to the bathroom to take a shower. I was ready by 1:39 and on my way to Booth and co. The office was not what I expected; although to be honest I didn't know what I expected. It looked like an apartment building from the outside, going to about 14 storeys high. The offices of Booth and company were at the 7th floor. The elevator door dinged and opened, and I was greeted by a long hallway at the end of which was a desk I could only imagine belonged to the receptionist. On both sides of the wall were doors, walking to the desk, I counted 6 doors on either sides. The receptionist was an old wrinkled blonde woman; she looked to be in her late forties. She was lean, and tall, although not as tall as me, there were very few women as tall as me. She wore a grey suit, grey skirt that went just a few inches below her knees. She smelled of cigarettes. "Good afternoon, welcome to Booth and co. How may I help you?" She asked in a throaty voice. "Good afternoon, I'm Michael Brennan, I have an appointment for 2 O'clock," I answered. She looked at the screen of the computer sitting on her desk, scrolled through what I had no doubt was a list of names, "Oh, yes Michael Brennan. You have an appointment with detective Carter. He's attending to someone else right now because you came a little late, but if you're willing to wait a while, I'm sure he'll be done soon," she said. She pointed to a few couches arranged along the wall, and taking a hint, I went to sit down. After about 17 minutes she called me and took me to the forth door on the right. She opened the door, put her head inside and said, "Mr. Brennan is here now." "Bring him in," a deep manly voice answered. Just hearing the voice, I imagined a man as big as Hulk Hogan; boy was I wrong. As I entered the office, Mr. Carter got up to shake my hand. He was a short man in his mid forties I'd guess; he had bald hair and a prominent nose. But his eyes, his eyes looked like that of an intelligent man. "So what can I do for you Mr. Brennan?" he asked once we both sat down. "Well, I want to investigate my mum. She and my dad are in the process of getting a divorce. Last week Saturday I caught her sleeping with my dad's co-worker, she said she never cheated on my dad, but I know that's a lie. The affair, I want to know how long it's been going on, and if there's been other men," I answered with a type of calmness I really wasn't feeling. The P.I smiled, as if he knew something. Part of me wondered if he had already guessed what I would do with the evidence once I got it; his next question only worried me more. "And what do you plan to do with this evidence once you get it?" he asked. "Do you really need to know?" I shot back a little too defensively. His smile became broader, "I suppose not, I was just curious. Nevertheless, I will need your mother's name," he answered. "Maria Brennan," I answered, relieved that he had relented. He wrote the name down on a small piece of paper. "Usually we charge $200 upfront, but seeing as how you're a kid and all, you can give Miss Kelly $150 on your way out. I'll contact you once I'm done, do have a nice day Mr. Brennan." Although I knew he was trying to be nice, and he was doing me a favour; I hated the fact that he called me a kid. I was nineteen, no longer a kid. I stopped being a kid at the age of nine, it was at that age my mum stroke me the first time. I left the office, dropped my contact details at Miss Kelly's desk, paid and left after bidding her goodbye. It's wasn't till around 4 PM that I got home. To my surprise dad was already home, he was at the living room watching business news when I entered the apartment. "Hey dad, sorry I missed you this morning," I said to him on my way to the couch. "Yeah, you were fast asleep when I left, I didn't want to wake you. It was nice to see you resting, you've been looking worn all week," he said patting my shoulder. "Yeah, I guess I've been a little stressed." "Anything you want to talk about?" he asked. "No. I've got it under control dad," I replied with a smile. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes as he replied, "Okay, but if you ever need anything, you know I'm here for you." "I know dad. God I'm starving, I haven't ate anything since I woke up," I said, eager to change the subject. Not that I wasn't starving, I was completely famished. "Yeah, I made macaroni and cheese, there's some leftover in the fridge," he said, nodding towards the kitchen. "Okay, thanks dad. I'm going to eat, then catch up on some light reading and go to sleep," I said already halfway to the kitchen. "Alright son, just don't forget to turn off your light before you fall asleep," he said with a hint of laughter in his voice. "I won't," I said with a mouthful of macaroni. Dad learned to cook after he got married to mum, even though he worked pretty late, dad was the one who cooked dinner for us most nights because mum usually had one work related event or another to attend. At about 9 PM I went to sleep feeling incredibly happy about the way things were going. With any luck I was going to have damning evidence against mum by next week, but until then, I was going to bluff her with the one I had right now. Tomorrow was a Saturday, perfect day to start my blackmail; after all this all started on a Saturday. I stayed up planning how I would go about blackmailing mum until around 10:30 PM. Finally I couldn't fight off the drowsiness, and so I gave in. Unlike the previous night, I was plagued with a steamy dream of my mother submitting to me. She was kneeling in front of me, in my dream I couldn't clearly make out her features, but she did have huge tits that hung high on her chest and a prominent nipple, that much I could tell. She had a nipple ring on both her nipples, and one on her clit too. A chain connected the two nipple rings and her clit ring. A rope was attached to the chain so that one could pull to either give her pain or pleasure. I had this rope in my left hand. With my right hand, I fed her my cock. She slowly licked the underside of my cock, she had to crane her neck since her hands were tied behind her, and the sensation of her tongue slowly licking up and down the underside of my cock was exquisite. "You're such a whore aren't you; you'll do anything to have a cock to play with wouldn't you?" I found myself saying to her. She stopped her ministrations to answer, "Yes, I'm my son's whore. I'll do anything to play with my son's lovely cock." Releasing my cock, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head forward, impaling her mouth with my cock. I proceeded to fuck her face just like I had seen that bastard Josh doing, but since I was a lot bigger than he was, she gagged. Finally taking pity on her, I pulled out. Her eyes were teary, her mascara was smudged and she was coughing and spitting. My hand was still grabbing her hair, and when I felt she'd rested enough I plunged my cock in her mouth again. While I fucked mum's face, I pulled the rope in my left hand with varying force, causing her to moan and whimper around my cock. "You like being molested, don't you, you cheap whore," I groaned, staring down at the dishevelled face of my mother impaled on my cock. She shook her head from side to side forcefully, trying to break my hold on her I guess. I pulled my cock out of her mouth and slapped her across the face. Then I pulled the rope with just enough force to cause her immense pain, causing her to scream. With tears running down her face, she looked up at me and pleaded, "Mike please, no more. Please I can't take anymore," she said. I slapped her again, getting off on the amount of control I had over her. "What's wrong, didn't you just say you'd do anything to play with your son's dick?" I asked sarcastically. Not waiting for her reply, I plunged my cock into her mouth again. I fucked her face for a few more minutes before I felt the urge to cum, removing my cock from her mouth, I released her hair and stroked my cock fast until I erupted on her face. A few spurts landed on her hair, a few landed on her closed lids, and some landed on her chin, slowly dribbling down to her tits. I pushed her back, and she spread her legs wide open for me, giving me an unobstructed view of her pussy; although in my dream I couldn't make out the detail. One thing was certain though, she was dripping wet. Kneeling between her parted thighs, I inserted my middle finger into her pussy. I jiggled it around until it came into contact with her G-spot, extracting a loud moan from her. I added another finger, then another, then proceeded to fuck her violently with my fingers. Mum was screaming, the nasty talk just rolling off her tongue. "Yes, molest that cunt you dirty son of a bitch. You really are, because I am a bitch, a bitch who wants to cum so bad." I removed my fingers from her pussy, causing her to whine. Then I grabbed the rope which I had dropped at some point and yanked. Mum screamed. I relented, and then yanked again. I did this a couple of more times, then plunged four of my fingers into her pussy again. "God I'm so close baby—make mommy cum. Go on you son of a bitch, make your mother cum on your fucking fingers," she yelled at the top of her lungs. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers and knew she was close, wanting to delay her relief for as long as possible, I pulled my finger out of her pussy. My fingers were coated in her juice. There I was kneeling between my mum's spread thighs, her extremely wet pussy daring me to fuck it. My cock was already hard again, so I took it in my hand and brought it to her pussy. My cockhead speared through her pussy lips, causing both of us to moan. Mum hissed a silent "yes" as my cockhead entered her. The feeling of her warm, wet, tight pussy wrapped around my cockhead was exquisite. It took great effort to not cum right then. Just as I was about to plunge my whole cock inside her, the alarm beside my bed went off. Waking up, I found my cock painfully erect, my sheets wet with my perspiration. Lying there on my back in that wet mess, I proceeded to jerk off while the memory of my latest dream was fresh in my mind. It made me weirdly happy to think of dominating mum like I had done in the dream, I felt no guilt or shame for thinking that way, and that freaked me out a little to be honest. ***** I'll start working on part three immediately. I'm sorry if the sex in this story was too short, obviously I'm still just a novice in the art of writing erotica, but even so, I do hope you've enjoyed the story thus far. I share my computer with my older brother who's doing his masters, so I get very little time to use it. I'm telling you this so that you'll understand why there may be delays in releasing the next part. I do hope that doesn't discourage you and you return for the third part of this story. Thank you. Mother I Hate Ch. 03 All characters in this story are fictional, so is the story. All characters are 18 years or older. Thanks to Bryson Cooke for editing. ***** I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, had a hot shower, got dressed, and went into the sitting room. Dad was just on his way out when he saw me. "Morning mike," he said, he had his hand on the door knob. "Morning dad," I replied, heading towards the couch. "Got any plans today?" he asked. "No, gonna maybe go hang out with Ash," I answered as I picked up the remote and switched on the TV. "Oh, okay good. Tell her hi for me will you," he said as he opened the door and left. Immediately dad left I fished out my phone from my pocket and dialed Ashley's number. "What?" was her curt answer as she picked up. "Well hello to you too sis," I replied in a usually charming way, "are you at home? We haven't hung out at all since the break began, I miss my baby sis." I heard loud laughter, "God Mike you're so funny sometimes. What am I, your girlfriend?" "Oh come on Ash, just tell me where you are, I'll come meet you," I said, sounding a little more beseeching than I intended to. "You can't, I'm with Colin," she answered. "Colin? Uh—who's Colin?" "Oh right! I haven't told you about him, he's my boyfriend." "Oh, okay. How about mum, is she at home?" I asked, trying my best to not sound too anxious. I couldn't have my sister finding out I'd only called her to inquire about mum's whereabouts. "Come on Mike, it is mum, she's at work." "Yeah, you're right. Anyway, have a good time with Colin. Call me when you're free to hang out," I said, eager to end the call now that I had found out what I wanted. "Wait! How's dad, is he doing okay?" Ashley asked with genuine concern. "He's fine Ash—although he wishes you'll come and visit sometime," I answered. "I know, I've been meaning to, I swear. Maybe I'll visit on Monday. Tell him hi for me okay," she said and hung up. Surprised by Ashley's concern for dad's well being, I guess at some point I'd started thinking I was the only one who cared about dad. Understandable, considering she was fraternizing with the enemy: mum. I guess I hadn't noticed that somehow I had started seeing Ashley as the enemy too. This sudden realisation hurt. I loved my sister, so I promised myself that starting then I would try my best to the more affectionate towards her. I wasn't going to let mum and her hateful ways rob both of us of our sibling bond. Right now I had more important things to do though, the blackmail of mother awaits no man, but before then I needed to grab a bite. I wasn't about to face my mother with an empty stomach, so I went to the kitchen and made oatmeal. In twenty minutes I had finished eating and was on my way to mum's office. I was at mum's office building in thirty minutes. I went into the lobby and spoke with the receptionist, Brenda. She was a stunning, beautiful black woman in her late thirties who was always friendly with me. "Good morning Brenda," I greeted her with the most charming smile I could muster. I hoped it would keep her from finding out I'd come here to do something despicable. Something about blackmailing ones mother makes one paranoid, you know. Looking up from her computer she greeted me with a warm smile, "morning Mike, we've missed you." "Yeah sorry, been busy, school's been kicking my ass," she laughed at that, "Is mum in her office?" "Yeah, but let me call her first to make sure she's not with a client. You know how your mother is. You wouldn't want to get on her bad side," she said. About three minutes later she told me I could go on up. Mum's office building was a thirty-story building and her office was on the top floor with the rest of the senior partners. The firm even had her name in it, as much as I hated the woman I couldn't deny that it didn't give me immense pleasure telling people what my mum did. She was like wonder woman. Yes, I also found pleasure telling people what my father did. But people kind of expect the man of the house to be a big earner, the woman, was another whole story. Once the elevator dinged and the doors opened, I headed straight to mum's office. The offices were set up in such a way that before one got to the main office one had to go through the personal assistant's office. And all the senior partners in the firm all had P.A.'s. Mum's personal assistant was a man named Earl. I would worry that mum was sleeping with him too if he wasn't so gay, and I avoided him for that reason. I had little interaction with him. I'm not homophobic or anything, it's just the way he looked at me was creepy. If you don't believe I'm not homophobic it might help you to know my college roommate was gay too, and I had a healthy relationship with him. "Hey Earl, is she in her office?" I asked the moment I entered the office. I was hoping he'll give me a yes so I could be on my merry way, I didn't want to spend more time than necessary with him alone in his office. "Yes, you can go in, Brenda already called so I told her you were here, she's been expecting you." "Thank you Earl," I said as I walked to the door that led to Mum's office. Mum dressed in her usual office attire. But there was an exception this time. About two of her top buttons were undone, exposing quite a lot of cleavage. Her skirt, at least what I could see of it from under her desk, was shorter than usual. While I had seen her expose her cleavage before, it was never while at work. She always kept all her female blessings hidden under usually expensive attire. She didn't even acknowledge my presence as I stepped into her office. The smell of her Chanel perfume assaulting my olfactory senses. I walked straight to her desk and sat on the comfortable chair opposite her. "Hey mum, been a while," I said, trying my best to calm my nerves. "I don't have a lot of time Michael so just tell me what you want," she replied, still not raising her head. From the moment I had entered the building I knew I wasn't going to go through with the blackmail. I was just too scared. So I had created excuses to back out. The best excuse I could come up with was 'blackmailing her now might make things harder for the P.I. I hired'. And so all the way up here I had been searching for an excuse for showing up unannounced, best I could come up with was to come plead for a job. "I was wondering if..." "Jesus, Michael just spit it out," she said. She sounded irritated. My presence had a way of irritating her. "Could I work for your firm?" I asked before I could lose my nerve. She burst into laughter, then raising her head to look at me she stopped, "oh, you're serious." "Tell me Michael what exactly do you think you can do here? You're a freshman in university who majors in computer science, what do you have to offer a law firm hmm?" she asked with a condescending tone. I felt like the smartest person on the planet for thinking of something she overlooked. I answered, "A firm as big as this, with all your computers, you guys must need an in house I.T. department to keep things running. I could work there." "So you run to your mummy hoping she'll pull some strings and get you a job?" she said, her voice dripping with venom. "I would expect nothing less from you. Better leave your fantasy land where mummy will always make things okay. The real world doesn't work like that. If you wanted a job you should have asked your father. I'm he would have been all too happy to help," she said, turning her attention once again to the documents she was reading. "I know mum, but working in an accounting firm sounds like such a drag. I thought working here would be fun," I replied, I had no idea why I was still in her office, all my instincts were screaming at me to leave. "Sounds like fun? Look Michael I don't know what you were expecting, but I can't help you—I'm not even in charge of hiring people for the IT department." "Yeah I know mum, but I'm sure a recommendation from you to the guy in charge of hiring would go a long way." "It would, but I never give recommendations. It's a principle, what if I recommend someone and he turns out to be bad at the job, or worse, turns out to be a thief? There are many reasons why I don't give recommendations." "Okay mum, but I'm not a thief and I'm quite talented," I pointed out. I had no doubt that she wasn't going to help me. Even though I neither needed nor wanted the job, I couldn't just get up and leave without making it seem like I wanted the job. With a sadistic smile she said, "I doubt that," verbal insults weren't new for me, especially if it was coming from mum. "Tell you what—you can go down to the IT department, it's on the 18th floor, ask for Larry Barns, he's in charge of hiring. I'm sure if he knows you're my son that will give you an edge, if you can convince him to hire you, then good for you, if you can't..." I knew my mother well, and it was obvious to me that she didn't want me working in her firm. I wouldn't put calling Larry and telling him not to hire me before I got there past her. Her refusal to help me get a job in her firm only made me want to work there more. "Oh, well that's okay mum, I'm sure working in dad's firm won't be all bad, I'll try telling him. It was nice seeing you mum," I said as I got up to leave. "It was nice seeing you too," I'm sure she said that out of some morbid attempt to be polite. I knew she hated me showing up at her workplace for any reason. She didn't even raise her head to bid me goodbye as I left her office. I got home at about 1:12 PM. I realized that all week I'd kept a lot of frustrations and emotions bottled up. I realized because due to some inexplicable reason the cork came unscrewed and they all came rushing to the surface. I had deluded myself into thinking I was no longer seeking mum's approval, or her affection. The bitter truth hit me like an atomic bomb as I sat on the couch and tears started pouring out of my eyes. I was now nineteen. But I was still just a scared kid on the playground crying for his mummy; difference was since I was older now I knew she wasn't coming. That didn't stop me from crying though. I convinced myself that I hated her because she hated me. I convinced myself that she couldn't affect me anymore; I was immune to her hatred. Lies, all lies. If there was one thing I learned from our recent contact, it was that I was still hopeful. Hopeful that maybe somewhere deep down she cared, if even a little. She was my mother after all, no mother could completely hate her child, I was learning otherwise. I don't know what exactly brought out that reaction. Maybe it was the way she ignored my existence. Maybe her unwillingness to even acknowledge me as a human being. I couldn't say exactly because there too many reasons why I could have reacted that And even though I promised myself I wouldn't let my hatred extend to my baby sis, in that moment I came close to hating Ashley. I don't know exactly how long I holed up on the couch crying my eyes out before I fell asleep. Again, a lot of reasons could have contributed to the dream I had. But I think the deciding factor is the state of mind I was in, I have thought long and hard about it and came to that conclusion. I was in my old room, back in a time I was happy and things were good, well as good as they could be considering. I was lying on my bed playing Grand Theft Auto on my PSP when mum came in to tuck me in. I guess it would seem a little strange in reality that at nineteen my mum still tucked me in bed at night. She never even did that when I was a kid, but somehow it felt natural in my dream. She had no make-up on, but she still looked beautiful. Mum was one of those rare natural beauties who needed little make-up to look like a goddess. She tied her hair with a red ribbon that was visible in all that shining brunette hair. She wore a nightgown she undid as soon as she entered to reveal a grey camisole beneath. The camisole was satin, but the chest region was a see through white lace, and it came just a few centimeters below her waist. She wore red panties. It was also just a little transparent, although with the camel toe it created one wouldn't bother to see through it. The panties she wore I would learn was a Tanga, but I digress. The panties gave me a teasing view of her pussy lips. Her camisole put her tits on display; to be honest I couldn't decide on which one to focus on so I took turns looking at her tits and pussy lips. Suffice to say, all thoughts of GTA were gone from mind. I only had one thing in my young and horny mind, and I could by the smirk on her face that she had the same thing in mind. "Mike put away your toy," she said with a commanding tone. "Yes ma." I replied, my voice a whisper. She walked over and sat beside me on the bed, "is my little baby ready to go to sleep?" she asked. My voice failed me so I nodded yes. "Good—but you know mummy needs to help you relax so you can sleep well and have sweet dreams right?" again I could only nod my reply. She threw the duvet I'd pulled up to my waist level off me to reveal quite the erection. I mean I was a young healthy heterosexual male staring at the image of a sexy woman, albeit she was my mother, still... "Is this for mummy?" she asked as she grabbed my cock through my boxers. Again I could only nod my answer. She dragged her hand down my thigh and snaked her hand into my boxers through the opening there and grabbed my bare cock. A pathetic whimper escaped my lips, her hands felt incredible as she stroked my cock. From my position I could see her tits covered by her camisole. An incredible urge the grab them hit me, but for fear that I might anger her I kept my hands at my sides. The way she sat, folding one leg beneath her on the bed while one rested on the floor, her panties wedged between her pussy lips. I found the sight of them arousing, a fact that couldn't have escaped her notice as my cock surged in her hands. "Do you like mummy playing with your cock?" she asked as she leaned in close to my face, giving me an unobstructed view of her tits. "Yes," I croaked. Somehow all my faculties focused on the sensation on my cock; my whole world seemed to revolve around that feeling. Honest it surprised me that I could even still use my voice. Everything about her seemed to dominate my senses. The smell of her hair as she was leaning close to me, the sight of her tits, the feeling of her hands on my cock. Somehow the fact she was my mother became lost on me, I was incapable thinking at all, not to speak of thinking straight. With a smirk on her face she asked, "You want to play with mummy's tits don't you?" I nodded my head. She used her free hand to pull her camisole down, exposing her tits. She shifted her body upwards so her tits were level to my face. As soon as she was in position I latched onto her nipple, sucking like my life depended on it. She moaned, squeezing my cock hard, causing me to wince. "Oh yes—that's it, suck mummy's tits like a good boy," she said as she increased the pace of her stroking. Then she stopped, and sat up, depriving my mouth of her delicious tits. I moaned in frustration, and she chuckled. "Oh don't worry mike, you'll get your fill of mummy's tits, but first I wanna taste your cock," she said as she tugged my boxers down. I lifted my ass off the bed to allow her pull my boxers down to my knees, and then she leaned in and sniffed my balls. Her breath on my cock and balls felt incredible. "Oh good you smell good," then she licked my cock head with her tongue, "hmm and you taste good too." It was a miracle I didn't cum right then, I was so turned on I knew it was on a matter of time. Mum climbed on the bed, kneeling beside my body, she proceeded to blow me. She would slide her around my cock as she bobbed her head up and down. She made slurping sounds, and soon her saliva was drooling down from my cock to my balls to the crack of my ass. Unable to stop myself, and not wanting to keep my hands idle, I placed one hand on her head while I fondled her tits with the other. I don't know for how long the blow job lasted. Her warm wet mouth around my cock and her sensual moans as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. It soon became too much for me to handle; I was reaching orgasm fast. I've had sex a couple of times, and masturbated a lot, I've felt all kinds of orgasms. None of them could ever compete with the first time, when it was still new, at least not until the moment I was about to cum in my mother's mouth. My legs went stiff, my cock head tingled, and then the dam broke. I may have released only four or five spurts, but it was glorious. I felt every surge of my cock as it pumped semen into mother's mouth. When I finally came down from my orgasmic high, mum was licking my cock. The sensation was amazing. It tickled a little when she licked my cock head, but the tingling I felt just before cumming was still present. Whenever her tongue made contact with my cock head I whimpered. It was sweet torture lying there while my mum played with my cock in her mouth. She stopped when she was certain she had cleaned me, and that my cock was not becoming flaccid anytime soon. She sat seiza-style on the bed; her smirk had changed to a grin now. "Okay, it's your turn to make mummy feel good now," she said as she crawled up my body. Resting her knees on either side of my head, she pulled her panties to one side. She proceeded to sit on my face, "eat mummy's pussy," she said. Her pussy was wet to say the least, and warm. It was difficult to eat her pussy from this position, but mum compensated for this by using my whole face to stimulate herself. She grabbed my hair and rode my face roughly. Lost in a world of smells, the smell of her aroused pussy was as arousing as it was nauseating. At some point I feared I might suffocate, that would've been quite a way to go eh, smothered between my mother's legs. "Stick out your tongue boy, get deep in there—shit, I'm close. Ugh, Ugh, right there, eat mummy's pussy," she was riding my face so hard and fast I feared I might get bruised. I grabbed as much of her ass as I could, trying to control her movements a bit. I managed to just lift her off me, but mum wasn't having any of that, she yanked my head up by my hair. I managed locate her clit from this positing, and I started flicking it with my tongue as fast as I could, causing mum to moan. I switched to sucking it; I then alternated between flicking and sucking. After a while, I bit it, causing mum to groan. I don't know how long we were in that position. But after a while my neck started hurting so I rested my head back on my pillow. Mum brought her full weight on my face as soon as my head made contact with the pillow. I managed to get my tongue into her soft pussy, it felt like what I imagine clouds would feel like. From this position I could see mum's hand fondling her tits and twisting her nipple between her fingers. "Almost there, almost there, almost there," she kept chanting. Her body went stiff, squeezing my head so hard between her thighs. She arched her back; her face turned upward, her mouth open in a silent scream. A gush of fluid rushed flowed out of her pussy onto my face. I tried my best to swallow by latching my mouth onto her pussy and sucked. Her orgasm lasted about thirty seconds but it felt like an eternity, for her too I'm sure. Her body slacked as soon as she came down, and she fell forward resting her hands on the head rest for support. She was panting, and I was still licking the remnants of her orgasm from her pussy, my tongue made contact with her clit once and she jerked. She made her way down my body until her pussy was level with my still hard cock. She reached between us and grabbed my cock; she pulled her panties to one side and fed my cock to her pussy. Mother I Hate Ch. 03 "Oh god—mum," I moaned. The feeling was incredible, her pussy wasn't too tight, but it wasn't too loose either. It felt so soft around my cock, and as she took me inch by inch, she would squeeze my cock. I was certain if I hadn't just cum in her mouth I would've cum before we'd even begun. "Mummy's cunt feels good doesn't it?" she asked with a smirk on her face. She had this look in her eyes, I can't explain it, but I felt like I was a prey that had fallen into its predator's trap. But the feeling of her incredible pussy wrapped around my cock prevented my higher brain from functioning. "Oh god yes—so good," I said, at this point I had already surrendered to the incredible feeling of my mother's pussy. She finally took all seven inches of me in her pussy. Rising, she brought her ass back fast and hard, hard enough to cause her and me slight pain. "Mummy is going to fuck her baby boy now," she said as she leaned forward. Resting her hands on either side of my head, and off she went; she rode me like a bronco. I thrust upward to meet her downward thrust. We fucked with abandon like that for god knows how long, the bed springs beneath us squeaking their protest. "Oh god, oh god—yes, yes, yes," she was screaming at the top of her lungs now. Her tits were bouncing back and forth in my face as she rode me. I grabbed them and stretching I flicked her nipple with my tongue, and sucked as much of her tits my mouth could contain. There I was, laying on my back on my bed, naked other than my boxers pulled down to my knees. My mother in her camisole pulled down in front to reveal her tits, her panties pulled to the side to allow my cock passage into her pussy. Riding me like crazy. My hands mauling her tits, the room filled with sounds of flesh slapping on flesh as her ass came crashing on my thighs, both of us moaning. Feeling the tell tale signs of orgasm; I managed to warn mum, "I'm gonna cum mum." She lifted herself completely off me, "not yet," she said. She got off the bed and asked me to do the same, I didn't know what she had in mind, but I obeyed. She leaned over, resting her hands on the bed, "go on baby, fuck mummy from behind." I wasted no time at all getting behind her, I pulled her panties down to her ankles, and my boxers had fallen to my ankles too. I couldn't wait for her to completely remove her panties so I thrust my cock in her pussy all the way in one go. The feeling of her pussy around my cock would not permit me to take it slow. Grabbing her waist I dived into a frenzied pace, trying to reach the orgasm denied earlier. She reached between her legs and started massaging her clit; she pinched between her fingers a few times, screaming as she did so. "Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Don't ever stop fucking me, yes," she was screaming loud. Somewhere at the back of my mind I wondered if my dad and sis could hear us, but who the hell cared, mum's pussy felt so good. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," I was grunting with effort, but also because her pussy clamped down hard on my cock. I could tell she was nearing orgasm so picked up the pace, thrusting so hard I hit her cervix a few times. She needed both her hands on the bed to support herself. I replaced to hand that had been massaging her clit with my own, rubbing it. "Cumming, cumming, cu—ahhhh," her legs stretched out. Her back stiffened and her pussy juice gushed out around my cock. I should have pulled out of her and allowed her to enjoy her orgasm. I was nearing my own climax, and determined not to lose it I kept thrusting. My legs felt tired, but I pushed through the discomfort because the pleasure was worth it. The thwack, thwack, thwack of flesh hitting flesh. The whimpering noises my mum made as I fucked her, through her orgasm, soon became too much for me. It's hard to describe what happened, my cock head tingled. So with all I got I thrust in her hard once more, and the first spurt of sperm escaped my cock, draining me of my energy. Right around the same time mum started squirting, forcing my cock from her pussy. She stuck three fingers into her now empty pussy and frigged herself. Screaming the whole time. Too weak to stand on my own, I leaned on her back, my cock spurting semen on her thighs as she squirted on both of us. When it was finally over, I fell back on my ass, while mum fell forward on my bed. I looked up to see dad standing there in front of the now open door, Michael he screamed as he charged towards me. I saw his fist heading towards my face; I knew I was too tired to evade it, so I didn't even try to. Just as his fist was about to connect to my face I opened my eyes. Looking around I discovered that I was lying on the couch in the sitting room in dad's apartment. My cock was so hard I felt it might tear through my jeans at any moment, and there was a small wet spot in the front of my jeans. I had cum in my sleep, and I knew I would be cumming again soon. I tried getting up, but I got dizzy so I sat back down. I had a head splitting, concentration depriving headache. Even getting up to go to the medicine cabinet in dad's office room to get an aspirin seemed like a trip to the moon. Sitting there, I recalled the events that led to me being on the couch, and the emotional wreck I'd been before I'd fallen asleep. Lying back on the couch, I shut my eyes and tried to fall asleep again. Even though memories of my dream still lingered, my cock was losing its rigidity. Perhaps it had to do with my mood, or maybe it was the headache, I can't say for sure, but I know the urge to masturbate wasn't there. Replaying the events of today again in my head, starting from when I left for mum's office. I searched for clues on why I'd gotten emotional, and I found none. I was as clueless now as I was before I fell asleep. Frustrated with myself, I massaged my forehead to try and soothe my aching head, but my frustrations only made the pain worse. I felt angry that I had let myself get affected by mum, cursing myself for getting turned on by her. She was a bitch, the devil reincarnate, so why was I attracted to her—it couldn't be because of her attitude towards me. It couldn't be because in some twisted way, I just wanted her to love me; it couldn't, so why? This was the question I was trying to answer as I fell back to sleep. Mother I Hate Ch. 04 I apologise for how long it took to submit this chapter. I actually finished writing a while ago, but the sex scene was too bland, so I had to redo the whole thing starting from the dance in the club. I just got myself a job so the next chapter might be a while, but I promise there will be a next chapter. I didn't use an editor this time, but I re-read my work repeatedly to make sure there were no errors. That's not to say there won't be mistakes, you'll just have to forgive any mistakes you find. Also I'll advice you to read the previous chapters, although if you don't it won't make you understand this chapter any less. ** All the characters in this chapter are 18 or older. This story and all its characters are fictional. And although it contains incest, I do encourage incest in any way. ***** I woke up at about 4 P.M; my head was still aching. Although the sharpness of the pain had reduced, I still felt like my head might split in half if I didn't take care of it soon. So I dragged myself off the couch to dad's office and took two aspirin. I felt its healing effect immediately. The question of why I was so emotional after I got back home from mom's office still nagged at me, but I decided to ignore it seeing as how an answer was not forthcoming. Instead I focussed on more pressing things, like how I was going to survive the one week left before I went back to school. I was looking forward to getting away from all the craziness, escape to my own personal sanctuary: school. To resume my life with friends who had travelled to be with family or others who had just travelled to have fun. God! The trip to Hawaii I was invited on by a close friend sounded so good at that moment. Of course dad said no when I asked him because he knew mom would blow a fuse if she found out he'd let me go on a cool trip with friends. I felt like a zombie just standing there in dad's office. I was lost and confused; it was like everything I knew up until that point had been one giant lie. My life as I knew it was ending, at least that's how I felt and I didn't even know why. I knew mom was cheating on dad; there was no surprise there. I knew my parents would eventually get divorced, although I have to admit I didn't expect it to happen so soon. What surprised me however was how much effect my lying, cheating mother still had on me. I was certain I was immune; I was the person who had a cold hearted bitch as a mother but didn't care because he was immune to all her hate. All it took for me to realise otherwise was a trip to her office and her reminding me that she would never love me. I guess I forgot at some point how it felt every time she was less than loving. Well now I remembered and I didn't care how I was going to do it, but I was going to make her pay. Why bring a child into the world if you couldn't love it? I knew she had me at a young age, but if she felt she wasn't capable of raising me there were other options. My presence in her life didn't exactly change anything. She had to leave school for a couple of months when she was pregnant with me, but after she gave birth she was back in school studying law as she had always planned. She couldn't feel any resentment towards me because of that. She didn't even have to skip classes to take care of me, I nursed on my maternal grandmother till I was old enough to stop. To say I was lucky she still produced breast milk would be an understatement; it was practically a miracle. So it's not as if my birth destroyed her life. She didn't have to drop out of school, she didn't have to raise me on her own, my father did not bail on her when he found out she was pregnant. So I didn't understand why she hated me so much. My hatred on the other hand was understandable, in fact it was well deserved. One could even call it self-preservation, mum hated me and treated me like the enemy, to survive and protect my heart from unnecessary heartache I had to hate her, a tactic that evidently didn't work. I was still in dad's office, in my reverie when the sound of my phone ringing brought me back to reality. The caller I.D showed that it was Ashley calling; I wondered why she would be calling me at this time. "Hello." "Michael I need you to come get me, please," She said, she sounded hysterical. I guess that even though I was having an emotional crisis, I was still a good brother who couldn't ignore the voice of his sister crying out for help. "Calm down, where are you?" "Club 69, do you know where it is?" she asked, she sounded like she was crying. "Yeah, relax okay. I'll be there as soon as I can," I said, already heading out the door in a hurry. I saw Ashley standing outside the club and she headed towards my car as soon as she saw me pull up. One glance at her and it was obvious what she was doing here. I don't know if it's all that's been happening with me lately, but I remember thinking she was hot as she was walking towards my car. When she got in I could tell immediately that she had been crying, her make-up was all messed up. "You look like crap," I said with a teasing smile, and she playfully punched my arm, "So what happened?" I asked eager to know why she called me of all people. "Colin and I broke up," she said, staring straight ahead as if she would start crying again if she looked at me. "Oh," was all I said as I started the car and drove away. I have never seen my sister so vulnerable before, she looked like she might shatter into a million pieces if I said or did the wrong thing. As I drove I could tell she was fighting the tears. It was a very quiet drive, but that all changed as soon as I asked, "So what happened between you two? It sounded like you were really into him on the phone." The dam broke then, the tears just kept pouring, "I don't want to talk about it," she said in-between sobs. I felt like an idiot, there was nothing I could say to console her, and I wanted to console her so much. I wanted to show her somehow that she would be fine, that everything would be okay. But all I did instead was pull her towards me and wrap my arm around her shoulder. She rested her head on my shoulder and sobbed quietly for a minute or so. When I pulled up to our old house, I saw the black Porsche parked in the drive-way. Obviously mum was home, and so was Josh. The protective instincts of a brother in me must have kicked in, because suddenly I didn't want Ashley going anywhere near the house. And so I blurted out, "Hey Ash, it's only 5. Wanna go do something fun?" She looked at me funny and I wondered if she had somehow guessed my intentions. If there was one thing I knew about my baby sis it's that she hated being shielded from things. Even as a kid she'd always yell she could take care of herself whenever I tried to help her fight her battles. She was very feisty, much like mum. "Uhm—fun like what?" she asked, her brows were furrowed which meant she was thinking hard. "I don't know—we could go to a movie or something." She gave me a weird look, as if I had an alien standing on my head or something. And so I quickly added, "look I just feel really uncomfortable leaving you like this, besides I've wanted to hang-out with you for a while now." "Look Mike I'll be fine okay. I promise I won't be shedding anymore tears for that jackass," she said as she proceeded to get out of the car. I was becoming desperate now, searching for an excuse to keep her away from the house. And so I said, "Well sure you'll be fine, but you'll feel great after a bowl of ice-cream." My sister had a weakness for ice-cream, still does. I knew she couldn't resist the offer; she wouldn't even try to unless she really did not want to spend time with me, which I was sensing was the case. "Alright fine, but you better prepare for your wallet to lose a lot of its fat," she said with a broad smile. I know I was only trying to get her away from the house, but when she smiled it felt incredible. She looked heavenly when she smiled, and in that moment I loved her more than life itself. In that moment she was the little girl I remembered from my childhood, my baby sis before she became sarcastic and contemptuous. In that moment she was the little girl who loved to go hunting for sea shells with me whenever we were at the beach. She was the little girl who would always scream my name when ever she heard the sound of thunder. She was the girl who once asked me to marry her, the little girl who cried for days when I told her we couldn't get married. I loved that little girl. That little girl wasn't so little anymore, she was all grown-up now. She was usually sarcastic, although I liked that about her. She was condescending, although I guess most girls as beautiful as her usually were. But now she couldn't care less about her brother. Now everything I did only embarrassed her. Now I was the dumb brother who could never understand what she was going through, so she wouldn't bother talking to me. In that car though things changed, suddenly she cared. Suddenly I was back to being her favourite person in the world. Suddenly I was once again worthy of her love, at least that's what her smile, and the twinkle in her eye as she looked at me said. I can't explain how I felt in words. It was like suddenly all my problems didn't seem to matter; the universe wasn't as big as I initially thought it was. I felt joy, relief, elation and a little apprehension. And even though I was only trying to keep her away from the house at first, now it was something more. I knew then that I would do whatever it took to give her the best evening ever. The smile left her face, and her brows furrowed again. Something seemed to be troubling her, she seemed to be struggling with indecision, and just like that I was scared. 'Please God don't let her change her mind' I kept chanting repeatedly in my head. "Can you wait here while I go change and redo my make-up?" she asked. She had this look in her eyes; it was as if she was scared her question would anger me. Like I would change my mind and decide not to take her out again. I was overcome with relief that she wasn't backing out, I was so relieved in fact that I forgot why I wanted her to go out with me in the first place. "Sure Ash, I'll wait. But make it quick okay," I said. I saw relief wash over her face as she leaned in and kissed my cheeks, and then she was out of the car and bolting to the house in a flash. I was stunned, my brain stopped working. By the time it started working again it was too late, Ashley was already in the house and whatever chance I had to stop her was gone. And so I leaned back in the car seat, and hoped for the best. It's not like mum and Josh would be having wild sex on the sitting room sofa again. Twenty minutes later Ashley jumped in the car, she caught me by surprise. "Mike drive," she said vehemently, she was obviously in a hurry to get away. And so I started the car and drove off, in the rear view mirror I could see mum standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around her. It became obvious that Ashley had caught her and Josh in the act. When we were a safe distance away, Ashley burst into a fit of giggles. I turned to check if she was all right, and I was so shocked by what I saw that I almost drove us off the road. "Whoa Mike watch the road," she exclaimed. "Sorry," was all I said. Ashley was wearing a red evening dress that clung to her like a second skin. It was low cut, exposing a lot of cleavage. It was short, a few inches above the knee. She renewed her make-up and packed her hair in a ponytail above her head. My guess was she had no time for a more elaborate hairstyle, although I couldn't complain. The way her hair was packed exposed all the features of her beautiful face, and her long neck looked extremely sexy. To say she looked sexy would be an understatement. "Uhm—what's with the get-up Ash?" I asked as soon as I had taken in all her sexiness, "you know we're just going for ice-cream right?" I added with a teasing smile. I hoped to god that she didn't take my question to mean I didn't appreciate how beautiful she looked. "Well I just bought this dress and I haven't had the chance to wear it and I thought now would be a good time as any to wear it," she said. She turned and looked at me and then asked with a coy smile, "You don't think it's too much do you?" "What—no. I just think it might be a little too sexy for the occasion. I know I'm feeling a bit underdressed." I answered, keeping my eyes on the road for fear that if I looked at her in that dress again I might drive us into a pole. "You think it's sexy?" she asked with a hint of laughter in her voice, if I didn't know any better I could've sworn she was teasing me. "Well yeah. Come on, you had to have checked yourself out in the mirror. You look good and you know it." "Thank you for the compliment Mike," she said, and putting her hand on my shoulder she added, "I think you look good too." There was this Cafe close to my school, they had the best coffee in town; in my humble opinion, but they also had all kinds of flavour of ice-cream. The best part about the place was they stayed open until midnight. That was where I took Ashley. We ordered a large helping of chocolate chip cookie dough ice-cream; it was Ashley's favourite. Of course the ice-cream was gone in minutes, but we stayed for at least an hour just talking. It was the first time in years that I had a moment like that with my sister, I was back to being her friend, and she was back to being a decent human I was willing to share air with. We talked about everything and nothing. I made stupid jokes she laughed at, genuine laughter. We shared our secrets, I even told her about my suspicion that mom might have cheated on dad. She was genuinely upset by the news, and to my surprise she took dad's side. I was more than a little ashamed it surprised me that Ashley cared for dad as much as I did, maybe a little more in fact. It quickly became obvious that I had harshly misjudged my sister. At around 8 we were getting ready to leave when I asked her if she wanted me to take her home, she said, "I'm not ready for the fun to end yet. We might wake up tomorrow and remember just how annoying we find each other, so today that we can laugh together again I don't want it to end." "Don't worry Ash; I won't hate you tomorrow I promise. But you're right; I don't want the fun to end either. So where do you want to go?" I asked. Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. It broke my heart that the stunning goddess standing before me with a smile that was as bright as the sun was once a recipient of my hatred. I could not fathom why on earth I hated her once, because as she stood smiling mischievously all I felt was love. A kind of love I had never felt before. "I know this really great dance club if you wanna go dancing with your little sis," she said looking down at her feet, I could tell she was feeling shy, I just didn't know why. "Well if that's what you want then that's what we're doing," I said smiling. She squealed, hugged me real tight, and was in the car in seconds yelling, "Let's go." The club was on the other side of town, it took a while before we got there. All through the drive I felt that something had changed in our relationship. I don't know why exactly but it scared me, in hindsight I guess my subconscious knew what was happening before my higher brain could process it. I'm a borderline genius, so I'm not clueless often. But I can say I was completely clueless about what was happening between Ashley and me. The club was one of those underground clubs that had an overabundance of strobe and neon lights. Everybody seemed to be covered in glitter; I was definitely feeling underdressed or overdressed depending on your perspective, and more than a little out of place. "How do you know this place?" I screamed at the top of my lungs and could barely hear the sound of my own voice over the ridiculously loud music. I wasn't sure Ashley even heard me. "Colin came here with me a lot," she answered, the volume of her voice just as loud as mine, ergo I could barely hear her. Ashley grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bar, she definitely knew her way around the place. She ordered four tequila shots and downed two like an experienced alcoholic. She had this smirk on her face as she told me to drink up, almost as if she was daring me. I was surprised to see my sister act this way, she was just full of surprises. I had barely downed my second shot before she dragged me to the dance floor. Alcohol does a lot of different things to different people, but I think the lowering of inhibitions was universal. But for me it had the added bonus of making me incredibly horny. I don't consider myself sexually repressed at all, but I spent a good deal of my life trying to earn society's approval and to that end I've mastered the art of denying my more animalistic urges. But a little bit of booze definitely strips the facade of being in control of my urges away fast, but that doesn't mean I'm a lightweight. To be honest I think I was just blaming the booze because if I was honest I would have to admit to myself that everything I did on the dance floor I did while fully lucid, and I was not ready. I mean what would that mean; I definitely was not attracted to my baby sis, not in the least. The erection I had as I danced lewdly with my sister was just because I had gone weeks without sex and I was horny as hell, couldn't be because of my sister. I wasn't a pervert. Ashley was incredible. She was grinding her ass on my erection as she danced with her back to me; it was incredible. She grabbed my hands and moved it all over her body, and I definitely did not resist as she brought it to her tits, In fact I squeezed. I could feel her hard nipple through the fabric of her dress as it poked the palm of my hand. Her tits were firm, but not too firm. It moulded perfectly into my hands as I squeezed. Putting my hands on her shoulders I turned her around. She put one leg around my waist and ground her crotch on my hard cock; I thought I might come right then. The pressure of her crotch on my cock was making me desperate for release. I returned my hands to her tits and squeezed harder, causing her face to contort as if she were in pain. She looked so sexy with her eyebrows bunched, and her mouth was slightly open as she moaned silently. I could see the sweat on her neck as she threw her head back, and leaning in I licked along her throat. I could taste the saltiness of her sweat on my tongue. I grabbed her ass and humped faster, an almost sadistic smile appeared on her face as I did. Reaching the hem of her dress, I slowly dragged my hand up her thigh slowly until my hand slipped into her dress and I grabbed her ass through the thin fabric of her panties. I could feel her bare ass cheeks with my fingers as I kneaded her ass. It was warm and smooth. I felt my cock surge as more blood pulsed through it. I had no doubt I had raised the hem of her dress above her ass, exposing her panties to onlookers. I guess we would have stood out in any other club, but a quick look around the dance floor assured me we were safe as there were other couples pushing the limit of propriety further than we were. We danced like that for a few minutes, her leg around my waist, one of my hands squeezing her tit and the other kneading her ass through her panties. After a while she pushed me back, adjusted her dress, then grabbed my hand and led me to the bar. "That was fun," she said as she sat on one the stools. She had a broad smile on her face, and her eyes were fixed on me, I could tell she was watching for my reaction. "Yeah," I said as I sat on the stool beside hers. I was trying to act nonchalant but was in turmoil inside. A million thoughts were going through my head, and I was feeling conflicting emotions. I knew where the night was headed, I just couldn't decide on what I wanted.