13 comments/ 57075 views/ 35 favorites Paying My Son's Debt By: jadewinchester I scratched my head sighing. Tax time, not exactly my favorite time of the year. I stared at the piles of receipts, bills, and pay stubs. I crunched a few numbers into the calculator and before I knew it the front door opened. I looked up at the clock. Alex was home. "Hi honey!! How was your day at school?" I called out. I heard a grumble as a heavy backpack thudded in the hallway. "I quit! I don't care about college, or getting a good career!" he yelled out. I detected something else in his tone as his footsteps told me he was coming closer. "What happened?" I asked as I filled in a few more boxes then set down my paperwork and massaged my temples. "Well I made the team!" he replied as he entered the dining room and sat down in the chair beside me where my feet were resting. "That's great, what is there to be bummed about that?" I asked, glad for the distraction from tax work "Daniel is still a bully! I hate that guy so much mom. Him and the other guys duck taped me to the toilet!" I frowned. This wasn't the first incident we'd had with this Daniel. He'd been bullying Alex since 6th grade. I'd made several calls to his mother and father, but neither of which seemed to matter. I even had a conference with the principal. I clenched my fists. "What the hell is that kid's problem??" I asked aloud, only voicing my son's frustration. "Tomorrow, after practice I'm going to go have a word with him myself!" I decided. Alex picked up one of my feet and started rubbing it. I moaned; before I'd started taxes I'd spent most my morning on my feet in court. I worked for the prosecutor's office and today I'd sentenced a drug dealer to 15 years in prison. "That's not a good idea mom; he's not going to listen to you." Alex replied, thumbs pressing into my arches. "Sounds like a snob who gets away with everything because his parents let him...I'll knock some sense into him!" I promised reassuringly. I leaned my head back against the chair and enjoyed the magic he was working with his hands. "What's for dinner?" he asked casually as he moved to the other foot. I sighed; I hadn't given it much thought. "What are you in the mood for?" I asked. "I was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner. It's been a while since we've both had an evening without work or practice..." I nodded; it had been quite a while since we got to spend some good mother son time. I smiled "Any good movies playing?" I asked. He shrugged. "Some new Zombie movie I think." I pulled my feet from his hands and stood. He always took the ache right out of them. "Well let's go get dressed and we'll go out tonight then. Give me 30 minutes?" Alex smiled up at me. I could see his father in him so badly. Alex's father had passed away while I was pregnant with him. He'd been in the Navy, some really bad storm and he'd drowned. They found his body caught on the anchor. Alex has always been the man of the house, I didn't think anybody could replace his father, and I hadn't bothered looking. I ruffled his hair and headed upstairs to my room to change into something other than the monkey suit my profession demanded. "MOM!!!" he yelled up the stairs. I grumbled as I ran a quick comb through my hair. "I said I'm coming!" I replied. "It's been an HOUR! Movie starts in twenty minutes and I'm starving." I slipped into a comfortable pair of flats and hurried downstairs. When I reached the landing Alex just stood there and stared at me open jawed. "What? Did I leave my shirt tucked in?" I demanded twirling to see if there was something wrong with my attire. "Mom...you look....well you look... you don't look like my mom!" he answered. I blushed. "Stop trying to flatter an old woman, got your jacket?" "Mom, it's like 85 degrees out. I'm pretty sure I won't catch a cold if I don't bring a jacket." I grabbed my purse and keys and we headed out to the old station wagon. It had been my only car and I found if I took good care of her she remained faithful to me. "Quick drive-thru dinner okay?" I asked as I put the car into reverse. He nodded. "I don't mind, I just want to see the movie with you." I smiled. It wasn't often we got to spend time together. Seemed older he got the busier both of us got and it would only be year before he went away to college. Alex, like his father, was tall, maybe 6'2 with dark black hair that he kept short. The same annoying uncooperative cowlicks too, so his hair always looked like a mess. But it seemed to work for him. He was wearing just a regular large t-shirt and jeans. Alex had a pierced lip, his 16th birthday present, and wore only a gold chain around his neck. I didn't quite understand the fashion, but it didn't bother me. Alex was on the football team, as he had been the three previous years. He was hoping to get a scholarship. However, he had several other scholarship opportunities in science and math. My boy was a genius. He popped in a CD and his favorite band started playing. Hollywood Undead. I tapped my fingers to the beat as I drove to the mall. I tried not to fight him too much on things he was into, even if they weren't exactly my style. My son was mature and smart and I knew he knew what he was doing; that was how I raised him after all. We arrived at the mall five minutes before the movie started so we grabbed a cheap burger and rushed in to find good seats. Only to find the theatre wasn't that occupied. We sat directly in the middle and he offered me some popcorn. I popped a few pieces in my mouth and watched the screen. So far we'd watched every single zombie movie to come out in theatres. We tried to keep tradition going for the whole series. About halfway through the movie I noticed Alex was fidgeting and I leaned over. "You okay?" I whispered. He cleared his throat and nodded. "Little cramped is all." He stretched his legs out putting his left one next to mine and his arm behind me. I had a tall frame, and he wasn't just skin and bones either but he barely had an ounce of fat on him. Despite how much the boy ate. I relaxed against him an just watched the movie next thing I knew he was shaking me and the bright lights were on. "Mom!" he whispered. I shook awake and stared around then swore. "I'm so sorry Hun!" I apologized. I must have been so exhausted I just fell asleep. He smiled and helped me up. "It's okay mom. You were so peaceful sleeping I didn't have heart to wake you till it was over." I patted his cheek. "You're such a good boy." He put his arms around my shoulders and brought me against him. "Come on mom, getting past your bedtime old lady," he joked as I playfully smacked him. When we got home I kicked off my shoes and after a quick hug and kiss goodnight I went upstairs and collapsed into bed. I awoke to my alarm screaming and I groaned. Was it really morning already? I stood and yawned and glared at my reflection. Make up smeared on my pillow the night before. But luckily I had day off so I made my way to Alex's room for his wake up call. I opened the door. "Alex, time to get up....WHOA!" I yelled and immediately closed the door, cheeks aflame. "I'm sorry!! I'll go start breakfast." I called out and ran downstairs quickly before I had to confront him. He'd been sitting at his computer, wearing nothing but his birthday suit and he had his shaft in his hand, pumping it vigorously while some porn played on the screen of his computer. He was a teenager, so I knew he did stuff like that...I'd had my brother have the "man" talk with him...I was just way too embarrassed. As I started the eggs Alex entered the kitchen and started grabbing the dishes to set the table. I didn't say a word, and I couldn't meet his eyes. "Mom...I um...I thought my door was locked...I'm sorry you walked in on me..." "It's natural, you're a young man, and I should have knocked. You don't have to explain or apologize to me sweetie!" I interrupted giving him a big smile. I'd never really given it much thought. He hadn't had many girlfriends, and as far as I knew he was still a virgin...but sex wasn't a topic we discussed much. His cheeks turned red and he went to set the table. After a nice hot breakfast I gave him a hug and kiss goodbye, promising to come watch his practice so that I could have a word with Daniel. I took a long bath, spent a few more hours with the taxes before It was already time to get ready and head out. I like casual dress, and I still wore jeans and t-shirt like I had when I was 16. I'd gotten pregnant with Alex young, and so I still sometimes felt like I was stuck being a teenager. When I pulled into the school parking lot, they were just letting school out, leaving more space available. I went and sat in the bleachers by the field and watched as they went through their warm ups and scrimmages. Alex played offense, and used his speed to his advantage. I watched and cheered. Catching him watching the cheerleaders a few times I chuckled when it got him knocked on his butt. Moment the coach blew the whistle they all hustled into the locker room. I waited a good half an hour before I followed. I strode into the room with purpose and I stood by the coaches' office. "Daniel?!?" I yelled loudly, my voice echoing off the linoleum tiles in the walls Suddenly the small chatter from the boys that were left ceased and I heard wet footsteps approaching me from behind. "Who wants to know?" he demanded. I froze; I could feel his presence behind me, like an overbearing cold shadow. I turned around and stared right into the kid's chest, my eyes meeting right beneath his nipples. I craned my neck and looked up at him. This young man didn't look like any young man I'd ever seen. He had to be at least 6'5, broad shoulders, well build muscles covering his body, he was practically hairless, but there was no mistaking this for teenager. I took a step back so that my neck stopped aching and I took a deep breath. I put my hand on my hips and put on a false bravado. "You're the quarter back, the one who keeps picking on my boy!!?!" I demanded. He smirked and was obviously checking me out as his eyes traveled up and down my body. I shivered, suddenly feeling vulnerable and meek. "What's it to ya if I make fun of the little queer?" he demanded shifting the towel around his waist. "Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?" I demanded as my mind suddenly went blank, I felt as though it was shutting down from fear. "Bitch abandoned me when I was a baby, so no, she didn't." he replied taking a step closer. My heart raced and I backed up without really realizing what I was doing. He saw it and laughed lightly. "Is that all you came in here for?" he asked as his free hand gestured crudely towards his manhood. I shook my head as my back came to rest against a locker. "Oh no need to lie here little momma, most the team is gone and coach probably at the bar already..." "No, I uh...I think I made a mistake!" I answered as I tried to step around him and back towards the door. Daniel grabbed me roughly around the upper arm and slammed me back against the locker, holding me there by my bicep. "Not so fast....I ain't done talking to you yet!" he growled and I cried out at the strength of his grip. "Please...let go you're hurting me!" I pleaded trying to loosen his hold. He squeezed tighter and brought his face down towards mine. "Answer my question!" he replied. "No!!! I came down here to try and talk some sense into you! And it looks like I wasted my time!" I yelled in his face. I felt a sharp sting across my cheek and it took a minute before I realized he'd slapped me. "I don't take too kindly to yelling, apologize!" he demanded. "Let go of me RIGHT now!" I demanded, hoping my son was already out in the car. Whatever was going to happen I'd prefer it not happen in front of him. Daniel slapped me again. And I stopped fighting, holding my face in my free hand. I was almost in shock. I'd never had a man hit me before, and certainty not anybody young enough to be my son. "I told you to apologize!" he ordered. "Who do you think you are? I won't hesitate to call the cops and file charges, doesn't matter that you're a juvenile, you'll see jail time!" This time instead of slapping me he threw me down to the floor, landing in a puddle that was draining from the showers. He leaned over me "First of all, I'm not a juvenile, I'm 18, second of all, can't go to the cops if you're dead." My heart almost stopped dead in my chest. What had I gotten myself into? What the hell was wrong with this kid? What would happen to Alex? What if he walked in and then this psycho killed him too? "I didn't mean that! I'm sorry..." I apologized, cowering before him. I would play this game if it kept me safe. "Who are you?" he demanded. "I'm...uh I'm Alex's mother." He nodded, confirming what he'd already suspected. "So little queer ran home to his mommy and cried...what a pussy!" he said in distain. I slapped him before the thought fully crossed my mind. I gasped and shakily backed away, scooting across the tile. "Daniel...I'm sorry! I didn't mean that...listen, whatever problem I had with you, I think I'll find a way to deal with it." Like move several towns away or move districts. "You sneak your slutty ass into a boy's locker room intending to "teach me a lesson" and now that you realize what a mistake that was you think I'm going to let you just go?" I actually whimpered in fear, hating how pathetic I was before this kid. "Alex...well he's waiting in the car, and I worry about him being out there alone!" I replied. Daniel smiled and I wondered how anyone like him could still be out of jail. "Don't worry Matthew went to go grab the little faggot. See today he managed to get us caught by coach and he made us do sprints all day...see your son is quite the little pansy." "Please....just let me go and I swear not to bring this up to another living soul." I promised, but I could already hear shouting as a door screeched open. "Fucking let go of me you stupid monkey loving fudge packer!" shouted the voice of my son. I'd never heart such language. "Shut up queer. Daniel wants to see you..." I assumed that voice to be that of Matthew. When they came into view from between the lockers, Matthew had light brown hair, and was dressed in basketball shorts and a wife beater. He had Alex by collar of his shirt and one arm pinned up against his back. "I told you...I don't have it!" he protested but when he looked towards us he froze. "Mom...?" he tried to come towards me but Matthew shoved him backwards, having him trip over a bench and land on his ass. "Alex..." "I was surprised to hear Alex...it seems you forgot to mention a little something to your mother..." "Daniel let her go! I said I'd get your money, and I will!" "Money... what money?? What does he owe you money for?" I worked a decent job, we were living comfortably, if he needed money why didn't tell me? "Your little bitch of a son borrowed some money from me and is almost a month late paying it back..." "Alex?!? What did you need money for? What could you possibly have needed it for?" Daniel laughed. "This is just priceless I wish I could record this moment. Oh wait, that's right!!! Justin?" he called out. Another one of them came out from between two other rows of lockers with a video camera in his hands pointed straight at me. "Insurance policy, you understand." I growled and stood pointing my finger at him "You cannot get away with this! I work for the prosecutor's office... and I have some friends" "My father is the state prosecutor... you'll be fired before the ink dries in your statement. Now, back to the issue! It seems your son here owed a Dealer for being fronted some of those...what did you call them again Alex? Smart pills?" Alex just looked down as if counting the tiles. I just stared at my son, my entire view changing before my eyes. "Alex?? Is this True?" "If I had gotten that job I would have had him paid off already," Alex answered. I just stood there not sure what to say or think. "And he came to me...begging me...wanna hear what your little boy did for just the loan itself?" Daniel circled me and paused behind me again. I stared at my son who looked so sad and ashamed; I had been the one that told him he couldn't have a job, that he needed to focus on school and sports and friends. "He got down on his knees, and sucked me like I was his favorite treat. And then when I was done cumming in his mouth I bent him over that bench right there and pounded his ass like there was no tomorrow," Daniel whispered in my ear. Tears filled my eyes as I spun around and started slapping at him. I shook my head. This couldn't be really happening. Why hadn't he told me? I thought we shared almost everything; and he'd been allowing this twisted beast to use him like that... Daniel grabbed both my wrists and held me almost off the ground. "Whoa, looks like young momma has a little bit fire in her soul. See yesterday, when he was due for his second payment, he showed up empty handed, and I expressed to him how disgusted I was with his lack of motivation...so to keep me happy he's brought you me as a faithful gesture." I looked over at my son, he couldn't even look my way. "Alex?? Is what he's saying true??" I demanded; had my own child set me up? But he didn't answer me. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I looked up at Daniel. "Oh believe it little lady, caught him wanking it to your photo a time or two and I knew right away you'd be worth an extension on his loan..." "Look, I can pay you whatever it is he borrowed...my wallets out in my car I might have to go to an ATM first." "I don't want your money...I have plenty of money. But a chance to fuck a well to do prosecutor...now that's worth something." I watched as Matthew buckled a collar around my son's neck and hooked him up to some chain that was locked under a bench. He looked so broken and defeated. I pulled away even harder, I just wanted to comfort my son. Nothing would make me not love and care about him. "Let me go!" I demanded. He laughed as he lifted me off the ground by my wrists. "You assume age has to do with strength. Women don't really get much smarter after high school, do they?" I swung and kicked him, making contact with his shin and stubbing my toes at the same time. Matthew came up, grabbing my ankles and assisting with holding me still. My screams echoed off the wall as they carried me to a bench and laid me down on my back. Daniel held my wrists firmly while Matthew snapped the shackles over them and then moved to the front side of my body. He looked down at me as I pulled against the chains. How long had this been planned? I shook my head, not quite comprehending all the forethought that had gone into this. "Please whatever you're about to do, think about it...you don't want to do this." "Oh, you're very wrong about that!!" He leaned forward as he straddled the bench and placed my legs around him. He lifted my shirt up and cupped my breasts. I scooted up, but not far with my wrists at an odd angle. He grinded against me and from what I felt against me I knew this was no boy I was dealing with. "I won't...I won't tell anyone...please let us go," I pleaded, never had I felt so helpless. "Don't bother begging me...nothing you say will persuade me, best to give in." I squirmed and he pressed more weight against me. He bunched up the skirt I was wearing exposing my panties and I glanced over at Alex. Instead of staring down at the ground he was watching, wide eyed and breathing heavily. "Now now, it's not that bad...if all things go according to plan, this should be the last night I have to wait for my money...cooperate and you just might enjoy this!" He tore my panties and tossed them to the floor, exposing me to him. The tent he was supporting made his towel fall open and I gasped. I hadn't been with another man since Richard...I'd relieved myself once in a while, but that was with my own hands. Paying My Son's Debt "That thing...there is no way!" I protested. Daniel grinned and without waiting for a damn thing thrust himself into me. I screamed, arching my back and bucking my hips trying to dislodge him. He held my hips so tightly his finger nails were digging into my flesh as he tried to hold me still. His head was thrown back as he moaned, regaining composure. "Godamn, for an older woman, you're hella tight!" he hissed. I yanked heavily on my chains but all I did was dig them further into my wrists. I screamed until my throat burned and I tried to breath. The pain was slowly subsiding and he pulled out slightly. I sighed in relief right before he slammed into me again; then again. He picked up speed and the force of it caused my ass to slap against the bench. I felt familiar trembles shoot throughout my body and I tried to control my reactions, but my body had a mind of its own and it didn't seem to be taking any suggestions from me. "That's it whore, cum on this young stud's cock...come on, I can feel it, your almost there, just let go and enjoy this pounding!" The dirty talk pushed me over the edge and a white haze washed over my senses as I came heavily, almost losing consciousness. When the haze started to lift I came to realize he was laying atop me, breathing heavy and his seed spent inside me. I cried and just laid there, afraid to do anything else. "Come on over here cock boy!" ordered Daniel. I watched in horror as my only child crawled over to us as though he were a mere animal. He kneeled there and looked to Daniel. He pulled away from me and I cried out as he left my body, leaving me feeling a little empty. "I want you to eat my spunk out of your mothers snatch!" I shook my head violently. And tried to pull away but he grabbed a breast roughly and squeezed. I whimpered but stopped fighting. "You've gotten what you want, don't make me do this!" begged Alex. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it...were probably dreaming about it just last night as you cranked it to that picture of your mother....did he tell you? Seems your baby boy here has a nude photo of you in his wallet that he wanks too.... Not that I can blame him really...you are one hot piece of ass." He swatted my ass for emphasis. Alex shook his head and Daniel turned so that Alex was eye level with Daniels lap. "Come on then, come lick me clean you little queer." Turning Red with horrible shame Alex crawled forward on his knees and lowered his mouth to Daniel's crotch. I watched as my son took this other guys cock and shoved the entire thing in his mouth. Granted it was slightly softer than it had been minutes before. Alex moaned and I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. He was bobbing his head, hands on Daniels thigh and he was twisting and moaning. It was obvious to any observer he was well skilled and with plenty of practice. "Mmm yeah, just like that...do you taste your mommy's cunt juices on my cock little faggot?" he demanded. Alex just simply nodded as he went to town and I forced myself to look away. I couldn't bare to watch another moment. This wasn't the son I knew...the son I'd talked to for hours, we had a good relationship. That he could tell me anything. I could now tell there was a lot about my son I didn't know; there was a lot I didn't want to know. "Stop...stop I won't last for what I got planned if you keep up." Alex pulled away with a little pout on his lip. It's the pout I'd seen dozens of times before when as a kid he'd wanted something such as cookies or a toy. To see it in this context was a whole new experience. Daniel patted the bench and Alex climbed in between us. I tried to scoot away but the chains kept me in place. "On your knees!" Daniel ordered as he reached around and started to undo the belt and pull his jeans down, followed by his boxers and what I saw surprised me. My son was sporting a nicely sized boner. It looked much larger than it had when I'd walked in on him this morning. Grabbing a handful of hair from the back of his head, Daniel took Alex's face and shoved it right into my pussy. I cried out, I was still pretty sensitive from the orgasm earlier and I almost came right on my sons face. "Start eating it!" Daniel commanded as he started preparing Alex for a little surprise from behind. Alex didn't argue, or fight or even protest a little, his tongue gently probed forth and started to gently lick up and down lightly, my hips flexed involuntarily and my breath caught in my throat. Daniel smiled and he thrust forward. I could feel the exact moment he was completely buried in my son because it shoved more of his mouth into me. His tongue boldly ventured out more and I couldn't help but moan and thrust up against his face. "I knew you were a dirty little momma's boy! Aren't you?" demanded Daniel. Justin came closer, still focusing the camera on the scene before him. I glanced to the side to see Matthew sitting on another bench, his own manhood portrayed proudly as he stroked it to the sight of us. Daniel spanked Alex's ass and I yelped as Alex applied more strength and pressure. I could feel myself building up again and for all the shame and embarrassment I felt it didn't seem to do a damn thing to stop me from cumming. Moments later as i was coming down Daniel gave out one loud grunt and thrust and Alex cried out. I felt the spurts of sperm as it landed on the inside of my thighs as both of them came before me. I'd always viewed my son as my baby boy. But it was clear now that he'd changed, and was no longer my baby boy, but my young MAN. I heard a choked back moan as the fapping sounds from Matthew slowed then ceased almost completely. I was almost in hysterics, this couldn't really be happening; could it? I'd almost forgot how much different it was when it was another person pleasuring me as opposed to myself. The fact that the people causing it were my son and some bully at his school had me whirling in a whole different thought process. Daniel pulled out of Alex and leaned back with a sigh. Alex crumbled onto the bench and rested his head on the inside of my thigh. He didn't seem bothered in the least by any of the events that had just unfolded; perhaps he was just dead inside...how long had he been enduring this abuse? "Please...let us go now. You got what you wanted..." I begged voice hoarse from the screaming I'd done earlier. Daniel laughed and stood, not the least bit uncomfortable walking around naked. "The fun has just started sexy momma...don't get your panties in a twist!" Then as he glanced at me half naked he laughed. "You know what I meant." He walked back towards the showers, Matthew following. Justin started to shut off the camera and made his way to a locker where he began pulling out his backpack wordlessly. I tugged against the chains and lifted my head to peer down at the dark-haired boy at the end of me. "Alex??" I called out tenderly. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. "Mom...i...I don't know what to say," he confessed as he sat up, wincing slightly. He reached down and started to undo the leather buckle around my ankle, his hands so soft and gentle as he rubbed the area where the strap had bit into my ankle. I choked back a small sob, I wasn't sure of anything right at that moment. "I just want to go home..." I replied to him. He nodded as he leaned over me to free my wrists. I didn't move an inch as his chest hovered above my face while he worked with the buckle. Once I was completely free I moved to the further end of the bench and hugged myself tightly. I could already tell there would be bruises. Alex seemed to focus extra hard on getting his pants on. I smoothed out my skirt and tried my best to fix the remains of my shirt. I looked around for my keys and found them dropped on the floor by the coaches office. I glanced over at the showers, then back at Alex. "Can we...I mean are we allowed...." I sighed, not quite sure how to ask the question. "He's not going to come after us if we leave mom...why don't I drive, I'm sure you could use the rest." I nodded and handed over the keys without argument. I grabbed the remains of my clothes and started for the car, not even so much as glancing back. All I wanted to do was get home, shower and go to sleep...I'd process it later. I squirmed in the passenger seat as I tried to make myself more comfortable. Alex was out shortly after and without another word exchange between us he drove us home. I couldn't even bring myself to look at him right now. My entire world seemed to be falling apart at the seams. Nothing was as I knew it anymore. When we pulled into the driveway Alex turned the car off and just sat in the driver's seat staring at the steering wheel. "Mom...i don't want you to hate me," he announced, and I realized there was tears in his eyes. I placed a hand on his arm reassuringly. "You're my baby boy...there is nothing...and I mean NOTHING you could ever do that would make me hate you!" I replied. He was my child; there was no way I could hate him, even after what had just happened. Alex looked down at my hand that rested on his bicep and he turned to me. "I know that it's wrong...you're my mother and sons shouldn't feel this way about their mothers...but you're so beautiful, and strong and amazing and I can't seem to stop these thoughts of wanting you...wanting to be with you!" I leaned across the middle of the seat and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him. He softened against my embrace and let the tears fall onto my shoulder. "We can't Alex...it just isn't right. There are plenty of other women out there that will consider themselves lucky to have you!" Alex sighed. "I don't want them mom...I want you," he replied softly. I kissed his forehead and got out of the car and went to my room without a reply. This had to just be a phase he was going through. I had to wonder where I went wrong and led my son to believe there could ever be anything more than a mother son relationship. Was I trying too hard to be friends with him? I sighed as I sunk into my bath and closed my eyes. Something told me tonight was just the beginning of tougher times to come. ~~~~~~ I groaned as I awoke to the sound of moaning and I rolled over rubbing my eyes. I was still exhausted as I stole a glance at the clock. It read 3am. I sighed as I sat up. I could hear Alex muttering from his room down the hall. I stood and softly tip toed down the hall to see what was going on, although after my walk in the other day, I wasn't entirely eager to walk in on that again. I could not deny what my body has so treacherously enjoyed. The memories still my made my body twinge. I shook my head, remind myself how wrong it was, and the sooner I forgot the better off things would be. Alex had taken to isolation. I had barely seen him at all in the past week. He hardly talked to me besides a passing hello, and I regrettably I missed him. He was my best friend, the only other person in my life. My parents were dead and I'd been too focused on my job and son to really make many friends. At least opens I could stand. I noticed his door ajar and I leaned in slightly to peek inside. Alex was sitting at his computer again, completely naked. I could barely make out what was on his screen, but I could see that he was furiously pumping his hand up and down his shaft. It was almost long enough to use two hands if he had so chosen. The sound got louder as he stroked harder and faster. My heart raced, and despite my brain telling me to go back to my room, I stood there and watched. The monitor light shone off his pale face, eyes half closed in arousal. I could feel myself getting wet and I shivered. I must have made some type of noise because his head suddenly jerked in my direction. When he saw me standing there in the doorway he didn't look away, he didn't even slow down or stop. He looked me dead in the eyes and kept going, smirking his lips in my direction. I squirmed, knowing I should walk away, but unable to leave. His breathing quickened into short gasps of breath and suddenly his hips thrust forward and he came, cum shooting out and falling onto the carpet, his lap and his hand. He panted as he leaned back into his computer chair, unmoving in his pre-coital bliss. But his eyes never left mine and I finally managed to pull myself away from the sight and run back to my room where I curled under my blankets and tried to force the images from my mind. This was wrong...so wrong. I heard the slight creak of the hinges as my door was opened a little, I didn't move and had to force myself to breathe slowly. I wasn't sure how long he stood in my doorway watching me sleep but it felt like forever before I heard the door click as it was closed. I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed against my pillow. I was going to have to get a door lock. A few weeks rolled by and it seemed as if me watching him that night had only boosted his confidence and arrogance. He started masturbating more often, and moved himself to other rooms of the house, such as the living room, dining room, bathroom, I'd even walked in on him in MY room., despite having had locked it. I simply would walk away, face flushed red with embarrassment. My Son grew bolder in his attempts to somehow unnerve me. He started walking around in nothing but his boxer shorts, or would find reasons or excuses to rub against me or touch me inappropriately but always on accident. It was getting to the point I wanted to just lock myself in my room and hide away until he went away to college. I hated feeling that way, he was my child, the only person in my life and I was scared of his feelings for me. I threw myself more vigorously into my work, hoping to avoid run-ins. It was almost a month after the incident in the locker room before Alex managed to corner me. I held my arms tightly against my chest. "Mom...we need to talk about this! You and I both know we can't keep going on as if everything is fine. Things have changed..." I shook my head and looked away. "No...I've told you Alex. Whatever it is you're feeling or think you're feeling...it's not natural! You need to find yourself a girlfriend and invest your time into her and just leave me alone!" I almost shouted, tears burning my eyes. His confident smile went sour as he just stood there and stared at me. His handsome face turning cold and I feared I'd just said the wrong thing. He pushed himself back away from the wall and clenched his fists. "Alright...that's the way you want it mom?? You got it!" he growled as he punched the wall on his way out of the kitchen. I jumped as his fist made a nice small little hole in the drywall and watched him walk out of the house. When I heard his car pull out of the driveway I sank to my knees, held myself and cried. All of this was that nasty bully Daniel's fault. If he hadn't done what he did, I could have lived blissfully unaware and still have my boy. I paced my room as I watched the minutes roll by on the digital clock. It was almost 2 in the morning and Alex wasn't back yet. I looked down at my cell phone. No calls, no texts...this wasn't like him. But then again, it was already shown how well I thought I knew him. I tried to reassure myself he was responsible and smart and he wouldn't do anything stupid. But I for one knew when emotions were involved; most logic went out the window. I tried to rest, read, watch TV, anything to distract my mind from the situation, but all I could do was worry. It was near 4AM when I heard his engine in the driveway. I ran to my bedroom window and peeked out sighing in relief. I watched as he stumbled out of the car, dropping a bottle of liquor on the front lawn and laughed. My heart sank. He was drunk...and not only was he wasted, but he'd been driving as such. I watched as someone got out of the passenger side, a small little blonde, looking younger than him. She ran to his side to help him stand and he kissed her, aggressively and crudely. Looks like he'd taken my advice and hadn't wasted another second. I could hear them coming into the house, neither of them made any qualms about the amount of noise they were making. "What about your mom?" the girl whispered. But in her stupor she wasn't as quiet as she thought. "Old hag is in bed, probably drunker than we are...we don't have to worry about her," he replied venomously. It stabbed my heart to hear him talk about me that way. None of this was going to be easy, I knew that. With that thought in mind, sure didn't make his words hurt any less. I listened carefully as they both stumbled into his room and suddenly his stereo blasted music. Not that it blocked out the sounds of what they were doing. I covered my head with a pillow and eventually passed out from sheer exhaustion. As I sat at the table with my cup of coffee and the morning paper I could hear Alex make his way into the kitchen and shuffle around for his cereal...and Tylenol. I smiled to myself, served him right! He sat down across from me and I could hear the methodical crunch as he devoured his breakfast. "Good night I heard," I announced casually. "Go to hell!" he spat. I put the paper down and stared at my son. "I am still your mother. And while you may not like the things that I've said, or the rules I've made, you WILL give me your respect young man! I deserve at least that!" I reprimanded. He simply rolled his eyes, stood and walked away with a 'whatever' muttered under his breath. I sighed, refusing to let myself get upset any longer and I dove into my tax papers. I had just two months before it would be late, and I found focusing even harder than before. I felt so helpless on what to do, how to handle it all. Sighing I put the paper away and made my way to my room where I quickly got on my computer and googled incest. All that came up were lots of videos and literature. I read a few articles, most of which based around some old Freudian theories. I read stories written by acclaimed mother son couples, the thought itself still had my stomach turning. He was my baby, how could I ever see him as anything else? I loved him, that wasn't an issue, he was my child. I'd always love him...but something had to change. I read until my eyes hurt before I turned my computer off and went to bed. I awoke to the sound of my door creaking as it was opened. I'd forgotten to lock it. I cursed but kept still; thankful for both a noisy door and light sleeping. I heard the soft shuffle of his feet across the carpet and his presence as he stood at the side of my bed and stared down at me. I focused on my deep breathing, mind almost panicking. I didn't know my son anymore, I wasn't sure what he'd do. I could hear him ruffle with his clothes and my heart leapt in my throat. But as I lay there, I didn't feel him touch me. Although I listened as he started to masturbate. How bold he was to be doing something so wrong and only a breath away from me. The sound got wetter as I heard him spit and I clutched the blankets. Was he going to unload on me? I shivered at the thought and he stopped. "Mom??" he whispered. He leaned forward, no doubt peering to see if I was awake. I kept my eyes lightly shut and focused on my deep breaths. Why was I cowering? Why was I even pretending to be asleep? Why didn't I sit up and confront him and chase him from my room? Then another thought occurred to me, did it turn me on? Was I secretly excited by it all? Under normal circumstances I wasn't a prude, perhaps this was my way of being okay with it without outwardly being okay with it. As I contemplated in endless circles the possibilities Alex picked up right where he left off. I could tell when he was getting closer because he was stroking faster and harder, as declared by the louder the fapping sound got. I felt something warm and hot splatter against my cheek and it took every ounce of strength not to wipe at it. He grunted as he fell to his knees, breathing heavy. It was only a few more seconds before he pulled up his pants and walked out. Once my door had shut again I wiped the cum from my face. It was thick and grew cold fast. Paying My Son's Debt I bit my lower lip as I smoothed it between my fingers and buried my face in shame at the very thought let alone the action. What was wrong with me? Where could I possibly have gone demented? I was painfully aroused and squirmed at the sudden ache between my legs. Lately relieving myself just didn't seem like enough. After the experience in the locker room, nothing did it quite the same. After laying there for an hour I got up and dressed in my workout clothes, prepared to go for a run. That usually helped tire me out. I did a quick check on Alex who was dead asleep on his bed, one leg hanging off the edge, wearing just pj pants and no blanket. I smiled at the sight and made my way out the door. As I put my head phones in I began my stretching. Few miles out and I decided that should be enough and headed home. The night air had been cool and refreshing, and quiet. I never had any fear about running in middle of night. We lived in an extremely safe neighborhood, and our town had low crime rate. When I walked inside and glanced at the clock I saw I had just enough time to shower before I had to give Alex his wake up call. After I washed and rinsed I just stood under the hot shower spray. That run had done nothing to abate my aching, as wrong as that ache was. I was an adult, who hadn't been with a man since my late husband...so long ago. It was like giving a dying man a taste of water then telling him he couldn't finish the glass. Glancing at the door I decided I had enough time and I lifted the shower head out of its holder. Normally I didn't dare even attempt this with Alex still in the house, but I couldn't wait another moment. I turned the nozzle so that it went to massage setting and I brought it lower down my body. I leaned my back against the wall and lifted a leg onto the ledge with the shampoo. As I brought the spray of water further down I bit my lower lip in anticipation. The first jet of water made me moan, and I had to cut it off halfway for fear of Alex hearing me. Once I had the shower head directly over my clit I just tilted my hips out, allowing more access and closed my eyes against the sensation. Intense and powerful and I moaned, against my better judgment and started to move the showerhead in small circles. I heard a sudden creak and i froze as I glanced out the frosted shower door to see a tall figure in the doorway. There was no way to conceal or hide what I was doing. My fear had come true, he'd caught me. "Get out Alex..." I ordered but he didn't budge or even acknowledge I'd said a word. He moved closer I put the shower head back in its place, groaning at not being able to finish. "It doesn't have to be this way mom...give me a chance...don't I at least deserve that?" he asked softly. "it's not right...I am your mother!!" I protested, the water getting a little colder. I turned it up and he stood right in front of the shower door. "We're both adults mom...put the fact I'm your son out of your mind...for just one night. Let me take you on a date, get to know me as a grown man, instead of your son...i want to be with you, take care of you." He sounded so forlorn, so sad. "i...I don't think I can!" I confessed, I was scared, aroused at the possibilities...I missed him. His company, the little things. Alex opened the shower day and I was forced to look up into his eyes since he was also completely naked. "Let me love you the way you deserve to be loved," he whispered as he leaned forward cautiously and embraced me. I let his arms encircle me and I cried; not even sure why. We stood like that until the water turned to ice. Alex turned it off and lifted me up into his arms and carried me to my bed where he covered the both of us up and we just cuddled like that until I fell asleep. I woke up alone and for a moment panicked at the lack of arms circling me. Then realized he'd probably gone to school. How was I supposed to deal with this? If it was so wrong then why did it feel so right? Being with him, around him felt safe and natural. Sighing I sat up and dressed in my Pjs and moved to lounge on the couch in front of the TV. Alex shut his locker door and turned to head to Math class when he ran right into Daniel. "Long time no see queer." Alex sighed and shook his head. "I don't have time for this today Dan. I got to get to class." "Don't forget who you're talking to now faggot...don't forget what I have in my possession now." He smiled and Alex just stared at the ground. That's when all this difficulty between he and his mother started. He just wished he could take it all back. Although now that it was already out there, he found himself pushing her boundaries and limits to see how far he could get her to bend to the thought. If there was even a slight chance he wanted to grab it. "What can I do for you?" Dan patted Alex on the shoulder. "I want you to come over later, my house...I want you to bring your mom." Alex shook his head. "I can't exactly get her to...we're not talking much anymore," he confessed. Matthew snorted at the comment but didn't say a word. "I don't care how you do it, but I expect the both of you to be there no later than 9pm. don't be late Alex, you know how I hate it when you're late." With that the trio walked away leaving Alex wondering how the hell he was going to manage getting his mom to go along with the whole thing. I awoke to the front door slamming and I straightened my clothes. "Mom...we need to talk." "Not this again, listen Alex, I've given it some thought..." "Not that mom. It's Daniel." He interrupted. I stopped midsentence and sank. I hadn't even thought that it was over. It had seemed only a matter of time before he came back wanting more; not that I was that hot. But that type of complete power over someone had to be addictive I sighed. "Maybe we should move..." "And then he'll post the video on the web mom." "What makes him think we just his...his fucking sex slaves? That we're going to just come at his beck and call??" Alex shrugged. "That's Dan mom, He thinks everybody lives to serve him." "Well we got to get that video tape....how long is he going to do this?" I demanded, folding my arms across my chest. Alex shrugged. "Till he gets bored is my best guess...this is my fault...let me go and try talk him out of it." I shook my head. "I hate to think of what he'd do if I didn't appear. What time?" I asked. "No later than 9, so if you want to get ready there should be enough time." I looked down at my rumbled Pj's. "I'm ready..." I replied. What reason did I have to dress up? Why make it more interesting? Alex pulled out his cell and texted Daniel a quick message and then we left. The car ride was silent as he drove with ease. "Won't his parents be home?" I asked. "Mom left him when he was baby," he reminded me. 'And his father?" "Never home, works too much, Daniel basically lives alone except for the butler. But that old man has weekends off." With how much he knew I had to wonder how long Alex had been doing this before I'd been demanded to join. "How...how long have you been bi?" I asked softly. He actually blushed at this and avoided my eyes. Finally he shrugged. "I don't know mom...Daniel is the first guy I've ever been with, and I know that the entire situation isn't like a relationship or anything. I can't help what I like...and I like the way he treats me...most the time anyways," he confessed. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" "I'm a man now mom, I can handle my own problems...or so I thought. I want you to see me as the man I am, not your little boy that needs help!" His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly and I dropped the subject. He was stubborn like his father; I doubted he'd ever give up or change his mind. I sighed and closed my eyes. Before long Alex came to a stop in front of a rather large three story house, there didn't appear be close by neighbors, it was a little out city lines and more into the country. When he turned the car off he got out and opened my door. "Let's just get this over with," I muttered. We walked right around to the back and down a step of concrete stairs to a basement door where Alex knocked. I hugged myself, almost not believing this was happening. How could I let this happen? Daniel answered the door and upon seeing us he smiled. "We'll discuss the proper way to greet me later." He motioned us in and Alex put his arm around my shoulders as he pulled me in with him and directed us to the living room where he sat me down on the couch. Instead of sitting next to me he went and kneeled next to the recliner and leaned against the arm of the chair. He didn't explain or say a word but as Dan sat down I saw the point. He began petting my son like he was a mere animal. The thought made my blood boil, degrading and rude. Arrogant spoiled child he was. I had image of him bent over my knee while I'm spanking him. Although if he were my son I would have never allowed him to grow up to be that way to begin with. "What do you want?" I asked. Alex shook his head in warning. Dan chuckled. "You weren't lying...see sexy momma, here in my house, I am the master of this domain. Unless I speak to you directly, or give you permission to speak, you keep your mouth closed. Understood?" he asked. "And if I don't?" I questioned, he smiled. "Then I punish you, severely." It was my turn to laugh. "This isn't just some master/slave thing going on here...you need to grow the fuck up and find yourself a hobby..." I was cut off when he lunged forward and wrapped his hand around my throat cutting me off midsentence. He squeezed and I found myself struggling to breath. He stared down at me menacingly. "That's the point...this ISN'T some game. This is the price you're paying for the debt your son owes me. And I will take it anyway I please I don't think you're quite understanding." He forced me to my feet only to throw me to the floor before my son. He reached out to comfort me but Daniel glared. Alex hand went back to his lap. "Now...as you can see, your son is quite the good little slave...obeys, rarely needs to be punished anymore. You could learn a thing or two." Daniel ran a hand through Alex's hair and pulled it a few times. Alex closed his eyes, face turning red. "I will NEVER act like that I don't care how much you beat me, or what blackmail you have on me." Daniel smiled. "Alex, take her to my room," he ordered. Alex look torn, but reached for me I scooted back but he grabbed my ankle. "Mom...please don't fight. It's worse if you fight." I shook my head and kicked at him. "Alex, I am your MOTHER! You will let me go and stop this nonsense." Frowning he grabbed both ankles and slid me closer to him where he picked me up over his shoulder and carried me down a hallway. I hit his back with my fists. "Put me down damnit!" I yelled kicking my legs. He threw me down on a king size bed where he reached towards the corners of the bed and started to shackle me down. I fought, for all I was worth only to be easily overpowered by my own child. "Why are you helping him?" I demanded. "Because if you just listen, the punishment isn't so bad later...you don't understand." When he looked at me I saw a haunted look in his eyes and I had to wonder what abuse he suffered at the hands of this bully. Dan stood in the doorway and instructed Alex to blindfold me. Once the scarf was tied around my eyes I felt a little calmer. At least I wouldn't have to see what was about to happen. I could hear Dan's footsteps approaching. My heart raced in anticipation of what was about to happen. "I don't care anymore about your damn video...I'm going to go to the cops if you so much as touch me..." I was interrupted by a rough slap to the face. "You will keep quiet! Now, Alex, if you'd be so kind...I need my knife." My heart beat so fast I almost couldn't breathe. I wanted to know what he was going to do. I felt the slide of metal as the knife traced up my stomach to my chest where it was thrust forward and brought back down, tearing my shirt and bra directly down the middle. I could feel them fall to the sides and the cold air hit my flesh, making me shiver. "I think mama cita likes this....hmm.. Like mother like son perhaps?" Alex didn't reply, unsure that it was really a question directed at him. The blade lightly trailed down my chest and abdomen, sliding into my waist band before I heard the fabric of that shred too. The force of him cutting it off lifted me slightly off the bed and I gasped at the sign of brute strength. I heard a chuckle, but nothing more was said as I was deprived of most my clothing. I pulled on my restraints to try and cover myself, knowing my son was nearby and probably staring. My cheeks turned red as I started to cry. "shhh, don't cry my lovely concubine...you will see it my way soon." I growled and spit towards his face, or at least where I thought it would be. He laughed and I felt his hand sting my cheek. He started to kiss my chin, making his way down my throat, I tried to squirm but he held his hands on my shoulders to keep my chest down while he straddled my hips. When his lips reached my breast I inhaled sharply as his tongue darted out to flick at my nipple. With my reaction, he brought it into his mouth, lightly sucking on it and I reluctantly let out a moan. One of his hands trailed a slow path down my side towards my hips and I bucked up trying to get him away, but he was too heavy for me to barely lift an inch. I cried out in frustration and he bit down, making me scream. "tsk tsk mommy, you need to behave," he scolded as he released his hold of his mouth. He kissed lower and lower and I crossed my ankles tightly. There was no way I was giving in! He ground his knee in between them until the weight of his body forced them apart that would defiantly leave bruises the next day. I shook my head violently. "Don't do this...I can give you almost anything else you want." "But I don't want anything else from you..." he replied and I felt his arms cup my legs behind the knees, bringing them close to my head so that i was open and exposed to him. With him kneeling there, there was no way I could close my legs and he reached down to feel me. "Why fight? Your body is obviously loving the treatment" he dipped his fingers in, finding no resistance as I was extremely wet. I didn't reply I just squirmed trying to dislodge him, but he took the advantage and pushed every inch inside me. I threw my head side to side crying out, felt like he was going to tear me in two. "I can't take anymore!" I gasped, but he gave one last thrust and he was buried deep inside me and he didn't move at first, allowing me time to relax and adjust to the size of him. As I forced myself to relax, lest it hurt even worse, I could hear his breathing coming in short pants, as tho he were trying to maintain control. "That's a good girl...just breathe," he coaxed. I shook my head, tears running paths down my face to the pillow beneath me. How could this be happening to me? Daniel began moving slowly at first, but didn't stay that way for long. Soon he was slamming his body into mine, causing me to cry out with every slap of our bodies. The orgasm caught me by surprise and I screamed out as my body was taken by a powerful tidal wave of ecstasy. It was only a few minutes later that I felt him give one last final thrust and fill me with his seed. The heat of it spread through my body and I hated to admit how good it felt. He just froze above me, not quite leaving my body and for a while, I didn't mind. I felt hands remove my blindfold and I discovered I was staring up into the eyes of my son. I cried out and tried to pull myself up and away from him but his body held me against the bed. "What a show!" Daniel applauded and I continued to stare up at my baby boy in horror. "How could you?"I whispered. "You enjoyed it when you thought it was him....it was the only way I could prove to you that I can make you happy too." I turned my head and closed my eyes, trying to escape into some other alternative reality. "Can I leave now?" I asked aloud. "I suppose I am done with you two for tonight. But there are many more nights to come...don't go far." Alex reached forward and began to undo my wrists, with his manhood still buried deep within me. Once I had both wrists free I pushed him away forcefully and curled up into a ball. "Mom..." "Please Alex...just leave me alone!" I pleaded. Of all things, how could these have happened? How could my entire life be turned upside down? Alex quietly handed me a large shirt and shorts and I dressed and made my way to my car. Not another word was spoken between my son and I as I drove us home. And even after we were at home I quickly made my way to my room and locked myself inside. The next few days went by quickly, I didn't leave my room, only got out of bed to use the bathroom and get a glass of water. I called in sick to work, and I just laid there and went over the events in my head. I just couldn't figure out where I'd gone wrong making my son think he ever stood a chance...what could I have ever possibly said or done to make him think any of that was okay or normal? Had I coddled him too much? Had I not encouraged him to go find friends enough? Alex knocked on my door on several occasions, trying to entice me with hot food, or offering a foot massage. But I wasn't sure if I could ever look at my boy the same now. Things had changed between us and I wasn't sure if I could ever see him the same as before. He had a few conversations, mostly one sided, I couldn't find the strength to respond to most of what he was saying. He apologized, went on about how long he's loved me more than just a son, and how long he's wanted to be with me, and his thoughts about our "future" and how different if could be if I'd just give him the chance. I only cried more, I was slipping further and further into a state of depression and I couldn't help but let myself fall. It was almost a week later before the threats came. Phone calls from Daniel, Alex outside my door threatening to break it down if I didn't come eat. My work called, I'd stopped calling in sick and just lay in bed. For the first time in my life I contemplated just ending it all. Seemed like the perfect solution to everything. I emptied my medicine cabinet and found an old bottle of Vicodin from the time I'd fractured my wrist trying to adjust satellite dish, and falling off the ladder. I pulled them out and emptied them onto the counter, counting 45. I turned on the faucet and started to swallow them, two by two. After I'd gotten half of them down my throat began to close, making the next half even more difficult to swallow. My hands shook furiously, and yet inside my head everything seemed calm and okay. I was done, this was it for me. No more pain or indecision. I felt a little weak and dizzy as I finished the last few and made my way back to my bed where I curled up and relaxed against my pillows. I didn't bother with a note, I didn't make any last minute phone calls, I closed my eyes and embraced sweet blissful darkness. "Mom?? Work called, they haven't heard from you... please just answer me so I know you're alive!" Alex called out from the doorway. He tapped his foot as he strained to hear even the slightest of noises indicating she was alive. Generally he could hear the soft weeping, and while it stabbed at his heart, it was a sign she was still alive and breathing. He had a feeling that something like this would happen. His mother was a fragile woman...still never thought her reaction would be THIS drastic. He tried the doorknob, still locked. He knocked again. "Mom! You can't stay in there forever! You have a job, and bills and responsibilities. I am sorry about what happened, but that's no reason to give up." He pressed his ear against the door. The eerie silence caused him to feel unease. Sighing he pulled out the bobby pin and pushed it in the doorknob, popping the lock. It wasn't that difficult to undo. But he had wanted to respect her privacy. It had been little over a week, and he couldn't let this continue. As he slowly opened the door he searched for her only to find her curled up on her bed surrounded by vomit. He shook her.