3 comments/ 46899 views/ 13 favorites Dark Passion of M. Ch. 02 By: Foundry This is part two. This is a work of fiction. All people are over the age of 18. 5 His hot hard cock was in my small hand. He bore down on me with his eyes. My son looked at me with a commanding and penetrating glare as I tugged on his shaft. Rock hard it pointed at the ceiling. I moved to my knees so that my face was at his hips and I began to jerk him off. My hand wrapped loosely on his dick. I marveled at the tension of his skin, that it barely moved at all. And now I paid attention to his expression as I looked up at him. My doe eyes were a total look of compliance as I corkscrewed his fat cock with my hand. His head was back and he breathed slowly. I felt his balls with my other hand. They were heavy, meaty things that made me want to suck them. He kept himself hairy and I liked it. I sucked a hairy ball in my mouth and his hand went instinctively to the back of my head. "Mom, you're going to make me come again." I suckled at his ripe nuts. I stroked his cock over my face. Looking at his rigid manhood I said, "Momma's going to make you come. I don't want you jacking off to wavy lines anymore. " I felt so strong in my servicing him. To control him this way, I can make him shoot with my hands. I was so turned on and all I wanted to do was to make him trigger his load. On my knees with his dick pointed at my face I wanted to feel his seed blasting hot jets onto my face. I ran my hands along his back and stomach. The skin on his body was tight and athletic. Looking at his hazel eyes, I saw the faintest smile making his dimples appear just slightly. I couldn't believe how perfectly sexy this man was. I switched my stroke to a straight up and down. My hand was loose and my wrist relaxed as I kept most of my pressure on the upper part of his cock. My face inches from his dick. He warned me he was close. I opened my mouth and licked his cock, just below the head. It started with the tip of my tongue but as I licked up my mouth engulfed him. I tasted his clear fluid and reeled at the velvety feeling of his engorged dick head. His piss slit was an open mouth drooling pre-come and the taste of him was clean and masculine. I pulled him out of my mouth and pointed him at my chest. He growled as he grabbed my shoulder. I could feel his cock getting harder and the first moments of his orgasm hit. He exhaled sharply and thrust his hips. A huge rope of come hit me hot and hard just below my neck, followed by another shot that missed me entirely and flopped on the carpet. I aimed my son's prick at my face, and the next two shots splashed me; one in my mouth the other on my chin. I milked his prick and kept squeezing out more come. I licked up the last little bit as it came out of him. I wiped some from my face licked it off my fingers before I realized he was watching me, quizzically. I felt dirty as hell being a come-slut to my son. To completely let myself go in front of him and to make myself available to his every sexual whim made me feel like a complete whore. I was compelled to eat his seed but even while I was doing it, it felt dark and wrong. I stood up, and challenged him with a level gaze. His softening prick was still pointing forward. I touched it to my pubic hair as I hugged onto him; his meat slipped its way between my legs and I crossed them to have his flesh squeeze on my pussy. "Mom," he put his hand on my chest and pushed me away. His dick slid unceremoniously out from my leg's grip, "I've got to get some sleep. Thanks." And then he went to bed. I was left alone, standing in the living room horny as hell. Well, what did I expect? He did come twice; if I wanted to come I guess I would have tried to fuck him. Christ was I horny. I turned around and headed to bed. As I walked out of the living room I noticed the come on the floor. "Well, I can't leave this here," I thought and got down to lick it up, pausing to smell it as I did. I breathed in his heady aroma and thought about where this was going, and what I had just done. I had just sucked off my son. I jerked him off and ate his come and it turned me on more that he was my son. His semen tasted sweet, I opened my mouth wide and my tongue arched out to touch at the thick stream. My son must have forgotten something because he came out of his room moments after he stepped in. And that's how he saw me, on my knees and elbows with my tits mashed into the floor and my ass in the air licking his come off the carpet, "Fuck ma, what are you doing?" I was mortified, which, after what just happened didn't make sense to me at the moment. "Nothing honey, just cleaning up," and I stayed there until he went away. I was frozen. My cheeks were burning red with embarrassment as I licked his come from the fibers of the carpet. 6 That night I had a dream of a great airship floating through the sky. My son was the pilot. He was the only person in the dream and he was commanding the ship, standing at the helm and in total control. His hands on the wooden steering wheel and legs planted firmly he set the ship on full power and moved forward with purpose. As he disappeared into the clouds I woke up. It was the middle of the night. I was wet with ecstasy. My fingers snaked on my hips and curled my pubis; I worked myself to a back to sleep. 7 The next day I woke with the sun again. The hard light was stark and sobering. I felt a potent mix of guilt and self-loathing. My first though was, "what the hell did I do last night?" I was sick with myself. I lay in bed for hours, tossing and turning. I didn't want to ever get up. I didn't want to face the world. What the hell did I do... to my son? I don't want to relive every second of this but you have to know that I just felt terrible for my depravity. What the fuck was wrong with me? "Mom?" he was knocking. "...Yes, dear?" I said, the regret making my voice weak. "Mom, I'm hard. You said last night that..." "Of course," I replied, cutting him off. I pushed the covers back and stepped out of bed. I knew what I had to do. I walked past the vanity and I guess the light of day looked good on my lithe figure. I stretched and scratched my belly. My breasts pointed skyward and my perky ass jutted out. With a new purpose I opened the door to my room; resolved to perform my duty. Dark Passion of M. Ch. 03 This is a work of fiction. All people in this story are over 18. This is part 3. 8 My son is to have his way with me. That is, he will fuck me. I am sure of this, and unwilling to stop it. I'm so confused because what I want and what I need could not be farther from each other. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen where he was leaning against the stove; wearing only his underwear and a white t-shirt that draped over his frame. It hugged at his arms and chest. His hands were behind him and flat on the stove. His biceps weren't flexed but definitely stood out; he has very strong arms. I took two more steps to him. His pecs were firm, and his stomach was flat. I walked closer still. His underwear barely held his hardening manhood. It was lewdly displayed, the fabric pressing it down towards the ground with the veins and head pronounced and clearly visible. His legs were round and graceful ending in chiseled, masculine feet. I stepped to him about a foot away and looked into his face. His face belonged to my son. "I can't do this," I thought, "I can't do this. I am his mother." I was about to tell him no. I was going to walk away from him and get my head straight before we did anything. He didn't let me. My son wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. I began to shake, emotionally but looking back I can't tell if it was from anguish or lust. My lip quivered as he put his mouth to mine. I was scared for what was happening to me. I was scared for what I had done. I was scared for the feelings that are changing inside me as he kissed me hot and hard. Flesh to flesh we pressed. My hard nipples flat against him. The butterflies in my stomach put at ease against his hard sex. His legs in mine, pushing my thighs apart. He moved forward and pushed me back towards my bedroom. I backed through the door and fell onto the bed; he stood within the door frame back lit with his hands down and feet planted. He was walking sex, determined to have his way inside of me. I was on my bed, in my darkened room looking at this strange intruder and wondering if this will be fantasy or nightmare. I spoke one word, "Daddy." Because this was all so very familiar to something that happened to me a long time ago. That time it wasn't supposed to happen. I was young and he was so strong. He held me down and it wasn't a beautiful thing. I wasn't ready. It hurt, it was confusing. My breath was shallow and urgent. I started to get scared; very scared. This man took a step towards me and it wasn't my father. It was my son; but the fear remained. He took one more step and the memory of pain welled in my throat, closing it off. He stripped off his shirt and I looked into his eyes and there wasn't a drunken blankness. When I looked into his eyes there was nothing but a calm assurance. I was going to be OK. I could breathe again, just a little bit. I licked my lip, and tried to hide my apprehension. "Let me see it" I said. I was nervous, but I was ready. He pulled down his pants and my prize flopped out, heavy with its tumescence. I smiled and laid back; my knees parted for him. Tilting my head, I lifted up my hand and motioned c'mere. He walked to the edge of the bed and pulled my panties down; exposing my sex to my son for the first time. I didn't feel naked. I felt free. He lay down between my legs and on top of me. I felt the weight of his body, and the weight of the situation. I kissed his nose, then his mouth. I licked at his lips. He put his forearm on the pillow and pressed his forehead against mine and I felt the soft tip of his rigid flesh at my entrance. His tumescence pressed at me softly but did not break through. I reached down and slid his flesh up and down my slit, passing my lips. He pressed harder and was still on the outside of me! I freaked out a little bit! Was he too big? Is this not going to work? A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. I licked my hand and swabbed his dick and placed it home again. He pressed forward and he was inside of me, and everything outside of my hips stopped. Time stopped. His single slow thrust began to press, enter and press into me. The further my son pushed inside of me the more time seemed to catch up. His dick was so hot and so hard and he filled me. I could feel the head expanding me and his veins thrumming inside of me. The weight of his body pressing me down as his breath was warm on my neck. His arms were rigid against the outside of my arms, pressing me firmly in place. This man pushed his body all the way inside of me. Our pubic hair tangled and crushed against our hip bones. My bean was ridiculously sensitive against him. He didn't move. He just kept pressing harder and harder, making the head of his dick trace arcs inside me, and toying with my clit. Before he even pulled out on his first stroke I started to clamp tight on his flesh. I grabbed at his back and held him there my eyes wide and searching his face. "You're tight ma." "Uh huh," was all I could say. I was beyond words. He pulled out and I gasped. He pushed back and I whimpered. It was hardly a whisper even though my jaw was slack and my mouth was a relaxed O. He began to pick up the pace and kept a steady rhythm, thrumming my pussy and taking me far away. He made me come again and again until I couldn't tell anymore when they started or stopped. My legs climbed up his legs and back, my arms hugged at him desperately and my sex was tight but completely wide open as he punished me sweetly. He was doing things to me that I have never experienced. He started to increase his pace. "Come for me, baby," I searched his face, "Come inside of me. Take me. Make me yours." He started to breath heavy, every muscle above me and inside of me tensed. His face wracked with tension. He growled like a beast as a hot explosion of his fluid gushed inside me. His next thrust pushed me into the headboard and filled me with his seed. He groaned so sweetly, I wanted to kiss his face. Instead I bit my lip and closed my eyes as he bore into me 3 more times throwing ropes of his fresh come inside of me. Spent, he lay on top of me. I kissed madly at his face; he was becoming softer but still filled me completely. He rolled over as he pulled slowly out of me. I was left empty except for what remained, warming the inside of me and swimming at my flesh. I couldn't get pregnant, so there was no worry about that. I lay back in a golden glow and put my hands to my stomach. I barely had time to think of the sensation inside of me before I heard him snore and then, with his arm on my chest, we were both asleep. 9 I had a vivid dream I was walking in the dark. The walls around me were slick and foreboding. I walked for hours down a tunnel with no end in either direction. When I woke up I was alone. I called out my son's name and when he didn't respond back, I knew that I was totally alone. As wonderful as the physical had been, the horrible regret surged back and it was just as awful. "This can't continue," I tried to speak the words but my throat ended in a muffled sob. My hard empty room started to creep inside of me. I balled up on my side and cried loudly for what I've done, and for what I've become. Dark Passion of M. Ch. 04 People in this story are all over 18. This is a work of fiction. This is part 4. 10 We had sex two or three times a day for the next three weeks. I won't go into every detail of the rough handling my son has put me through. Sometimes I can't walk to the bathroom without him grabbing me and pulling me to the floor. Since I allow it, and do enjoy it, I let him. Sometimes he's quick and pushes his dick, dry into me. He'll ravage me with great, generous strokes until I'm numb and sweating. Sometimes he pushes me down on my knees and whips his cock out in my face. He won't let me taste him until I beg for it. On occasion he'll throw me over a piece of furniture and tear aside whatever I'm wearing just enough to pound me doggy style. We've broken furniture, yes we have. Once in a while he'll just call my name and be available. Laying on something; naked, or close to it. "Mom," barely a touch of sound and my skin raises goose bumps. I would go into the room and he'd be on his bed in clean sheets draped in sunlight. I would peel back his covers to reveal his tender body. I would kiss tenderly until I found a spot I liked. Then I would suck and suck until he was quiet. His heavy hand left resting on my head, maybe stroking my hair; caressing my head or my face. My head resting on his bare hip, arm draped over his legs and holding him. The sex was changing me, because it was so wonderful in every way. But when it ended I began to close off emotionally. It was getting harder to open up, in fact. When I was alone I would become deeply depressed. A sinking feeling of despair washed through me. For all the joy we had, there was something terrible with what we were doing and I couldn't shake that. As the revulsion took me over, I got so that I stopped enjoying everything. Even fucking him wasn't enough to pull me out of my pit. I do enjoy pleasing him though; on some level anyway. But I couldn't release any more. We had sex for 4 days and I didn't have an orgasm. My despair grew until I couldn't hide it. "What's wrong mom?" he asked while we were in bed. "Dear, I can't say, I think...," I started to sob, "I think I'm a horrible person. I've become a monster for doing this to you!" He tried to tell me I wasn't horrible, that he loved me, and we talked for a while but it didn't stop me from feeling horrible. We stopped having sex altogether after that. 11 Three days later we had a fight. Things have been tense lately. I know I'm responsible for my own mood swings but damn it all, he's not going to treat me like this in my house. The fight got out of control this time; normally we just yell and walk away. This time I punched him in his chest as hard as I could. That son of a bitch laughed at me. I hit him again! And I hit him again! I threw my fists at him until my arms were tired. Then I screamed at him! All of my rage, weeks of angst were unloading on him and he just laughed at me. The nerve... the gall! So, I picked up his guitar and smashed it. "Is that funny?" I shouted, "Is that fucking funny!?" "Jesus Christ, lady, now I'm gonna whip your ass." And I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to roll up his big fist and lay me flat for all the shit I've done to him. He pulled back his arm and I closed my eyes. Sweet oblivion, my catharsis; I put my chin up and waited for penance. I waited, but the punch never happened. He just grabbed me by my arm and put me sideways over his knees. "What the fuck?" He pulled down my pants, and my panties and he spanked my ass! Good too! His hand hit me with a SLAP! Dynamic, like thunder; he would wait about two seconds and SLAP it again! "OW! Stop, that fucking hurts asshole!" "Oh no, you were asking for this," He said in his calm voice, "This hurts me more than it does to you." I waved my hands to stop him and he dodged them. He smacked my ass again; it had to be red by now. I kicked and he didn't stop. I screamed and he didn't stop. He just kept laying me up until I was crying, and my ass was red and he spanked my jiggling ass cheeks on the red spots. Smack, smack, SMACK! I was limp across his knees and trying not to cry but sobbing all the same. When he said he was done I got up slowly, and limped to my room. I cried the whole way. Fuck did it hurt, but to be honest I think I needed it. I didn't feel sad anymore. I was mad. I was in pain. But that horrible gloom just wasn't there. I felt better. 12 A little after dark he opened the door, "you awake?" "Yes." "How do you feel?" "It hurts." "Let me see." I obeyed my son and showed him. I rolled onto my belly and pulled my panties down. "Ouch, well, don't fuck with me anymore and I won't have to do this again. Now I'm going to kiss it and make it all better." It was sweet. He put his face to my cheeks and kissed one side softly. He moved to the other side and kissed it just as gentle. He moved between my cheeks and put his lips on my asshole. I was not ready for that! "Oh! What, what are you doing... hey?" "Shhhh." And he began to kiss and lick at my ass. Not deep, but steady. No one has done this and I can't say that I liked it. Not at first; but the smooth licking and tender kissing were starting to ignite something deep inside of me. He wouldn't just lick me; he would sometimes press the tips of his fingers just barely inside. Almost penetrating me, but he never did. I tried to relax but it drove me wild as he ate my ass and I could feel myself really getting worked up like I haven't in weeks. He stopped, gave me a final kiss and left. I didn't move, I seriously thought he was done but he was just getting started. He came back into my room and pressed his legs between my legs. I willingly complied and spread my legs wide for my son. I felt the tip of his hard monster pressing at my tiny back door. It was insistent and hard like a fist. No one has done this to me. No man has fucked me in my ass and as it was happening I almost wanted it. I almost felt ready but my body wasn't prepared for my son's thick cock. He pushed and I could feel his meaty head bending up, and then down. "Stop. Stop, it won't fit. It won't fit," I was panicking. "Shhh, it'll fit," he placed his hand on my shoulder. Every attempt made me climb up the bed, away from him just a little. I wanted to stay still and to make him happy like I promised but I didn't want to hurt. And then, he found the spot and my body just accepted him. He entered me, just the tippy tip. I stopped breathing and looked back. Wide eyed at this new sensation. The clock was ticking and the A/C was on. He was breathing above me, patiently waiting for me to dilate. I reached my hand back and touched his stomach and he inched forward, smoothly into my ass. "YAHHH!" The pain was searing. It was exquisite. I didn't know what to do so I pushed back and he pushed forward and I moaned. A deep, cavernous sound escaped me. My mouth was left silently open in shock. His entire head was inside of me. I was sweating and quiet, breathing shallow breaths. Tears were running down my cheek. I laid there waiting for more, waiting only for a beast to take me. He pushed his flesh into me again. This intruder became more and more accustomed to my body. He pushed halfway, more than half way and it stopped. With inches to go, he couldn't fit any more of my son inside of my ass. He pulled out, and I shivered. I sobbed a cry. The pain was too much, but only because it was just too sensitive. His hips were a piston, making me love him with generous strokes. His rigid flesh was thick and unforgiving; my son was fucking me up my ass. He was capturing his prize. My sobs turned to moans as I clawed at the bed. He picked up speed and I bit my knuckle. I spoke in tongues as he ripped at my ass until he pushed every inch of himself inside of me, his balls slapped my body. He possessed me. I was his mother and his prize; he was my son and my master. I was bewitched by his tumescence and falling in love with him in a new, patient, obedient way. "Your ass is so fucking tight mom." The voice of a god! His words ripped through me like electricity; racing through my body making me come like wild fire. With nothing prompting an orgasm inside my vagina the sensation tore through my entire body looking for the source. I screamed! I didn't know what to do. He started to fuck me. My eyes rolled around wildly. My son took me like a savage and made me his primal mate. My pussy clamped violently. My ass clenched on his dick until it just couldn't. I was broken, tamed to his size now and could no longer resist him. I was consumed in this moment, suspended in pain and pleasure. I could only allow him take what was rightfully his. I lay there like a bitch dog with my legs splayed and my mouth open, panting, and letting my son rail his cock into my ass; to use me as he saw fit. I could only receive his thick shaft and bask in my delirium. It was a fever dream of carnal passion. His pace sped up and I reached back to feel him, and time was so distorted. I felt like I was drugged. I pushed my ass to meet his strokes and we danced until he launched hot streams of come inside me, rail after rail of torrid come coated my insides. My son's breath hot on my neck he thrust and thrust and rested. Panting he lay on top of me, his body was hot against my fleshy ass. We stayed on top of each other. I could only wait until my man wanted to move. He eventually got up and washed himself and left me tingling and in a daze. When he came back in he was a different person, stronger. I looked at him with doe eyes and wanted to hold him. He sat on the bed and I curled into his lap. His strong body supporting me I felt so safe. We talked for about 20 minutes. When I fell asleep I dreamed of wild horses charging on through endless pasture. 13 I didn't walk the same the next day. For one, he beat the hell out of my ass, but even more I felt like my whole body was looser. I felt like I was becoming a new woman. He said I had a new wiggle to my walk and that he liked it. He was so adorable. I don't know what I'd do without him.