****** For the Love of Mom by Digital Pleasures ******
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For the Love of Mom


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consensual, incestuous sexual intercourse. It is intended for the entertainment
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As many would agree, growing up in a single-parent home can really make for a
complicated life. In my case, that would be an amazing understatement. Nope,
I'm not talking about getting traumatized, or feeling insecure all the time,
I'm talking about an event whose complications outshine any tear-jerking
emotional tales you'll get from listening to some Oprah guest.

I guess my folks' divorce was especially shocking because it just seemed to
come out of nowhere. I mean, they seemed so happy, and everyone always talked
about how they were still as much in love now after eleven years of marriage as
they were when they were twenty-four; but then it just happened one evening. I
was almost ten at the time. I was coming home from a friend's house when I
heard my mother screaming and crying, and my father saying stuff like, "I'm
sorry...", "I was thinking about you the whole time...", and "It didn't mean
anything to me..." Now I was young, but I wasn't stupid, I knew exactly what
they were talking about. I decided to make like I didn't hear anything, so I
ran up and rang the doorbell. My mom answered the door and tried to muster up a
smile on her flushed face, but the veins in her otherwise soft brown eyes and
the disheveled state of her dark hair told the whole story. I could see my
father sitting on the couch, with his forehead buried in his hands-a man
obviously in pain. The second I walked in everything was dead silent, the
tension smothering any words anyone could muster.

The next couple of weeks were pretty much just like that, until one night when
my father didn't come home. I pretended to go to sleep that night, but I just
lay awake listening to the sounds of the house. I then heard the sound of my
mother crying and I snuck out of my room. Hiding behind the railing on the
staircase, I saw her sobbing on the phone, the tears staining her chiseled
features.

"This is it!" she said, her voice rising from sadness to anger, "Since you
obviously can't do without those eighteen year-old bimbos, it's over, I don't
want you to come back home!"

Those were the words which turned my life upside down. Mom's wishes came true,
and my father never returned home. The divorce was official about a year later,
and all I ever saw of my father from then on were his visitations every other
month. So there I was, a classic case of a child in a single-parent family, but
it never bothered me too much, and so the months and years went by.

There was one Saturday morning when I was thirteen years old; I was planning on
going to the movies and I needed some cash, so I darted across the hall and
barged into my mother's room to find her in her birthday suit brushing her hair
and admiring herself in her dresser mirror. At the time, I was just starting to
notice girls, and my mother was certainly noticeable. At the age of thirty-
eight, she was an enthralling beauty. Her lustrous black hair descended about
four inches below her bare, alabaster shoulders. Her 36B breasts jutted out
deliciously from her chest. Her firm, round rump was enough drive a man insane.
Her soft, creamy, olive complected skin made the curves of her hourglass figure
all the more irresistible. Her willowy 5'11" body could make a mortal man weep.
I knew two things for certain then 1.) My father was the greatest fool on
Earth, and 2.) My jeans were suddenly very uncomfortable. As soon as my mother
noticed my presence in the room her beautiful brown eyes lit up in fear and a
scream escaped her prefect, inviting lips. I my heart raced, fearing what she
might say or do, and I bound out of there as fast as I could carry myself. I
ran into my room and locked the door.

My hard-on was raging powerfully and I instinctively dropped my pants and
brought myself off. What a turn of events it was! Having my first ejaculation
was overwhelming enough. Having it inspired by my mother, was mind-boggling.
Later that day I told her I was sorry about barging in on her. She told me it
was alright and that it shouldn't be given second thought. Maybe she didn't
give it a second thought, but I sure gave it one, and third and a fourth and
many, many more after that. After seeing her other girls were spoiled for me. I
could never get the picture of her naked body out of my head (not to mention my
lower head...). I doubt many people could understand my predicament. Here I
was, living in the same house with an incredibly sexy lady who could give me
the most monstrous hard-ons, and yet, the idea of actually getting to fuck her
was less realistic than the idea of getting to fuck a famous supermodel. I
mean, what kind of woman would let her son fuck her? I started thinking that
this would just go away after a while and that I would eventually get over it,
but it just didn't happen and it ended up becoming something of an obsession.
Having something of a talent for sketch, I'd spend hours in my room filling my
sketch pad with her images (naked, of course). Eventually this wasn't enough,
and my frustration and obsession mounted.

The years went by and my days had an almost ritual like quality to them. I'd
try to spy a glimpse of my mother naked at any and every opportunity I could
and then rush off to my room to masturbate. The thrill of doing it and the fear
of getting caught were almost as exciting as the sight of Mom's naked flesh.
This obsession made the first few years of my adolescence odd to say the least.
I never took an interest in other women, and staying at home so much caused me
to grow distant from many of my friends. Ironically enough, I was practically a
perfect son, my grades were excellent, and I did everything I was told and
adhered to every one of her rules without question, even when I knew she
wouldn't find out if I broke one. It's truly amazing the things a teenage boy
will do for a woman he's sexually attracted to. It's funny because most of my
friends just thought I was a goody two-shoes with a strict mother. At around
the time I was turning fifteen, this whole game was beginning to take it's toll
on my sanity, I knew I had a problem and that there was only one way to solve
it, but how to accomplish that?

One day I was sitting in school during lunchtime. As all my friends were
chitchatting and, I was pensive as always, living out my little fantasy in my
head, occasionally glancing at her picture in my wallet. Absent-mindedly, I
muttered a fateful phrase.

"GOD, I have to FUCK her!"

"OH, what's this I hear? Some sexual frustration?" One of my friends said as my
words reached his eardrum, through no design of mine.

"It's nothing, just forget you heard it..."

"Oh, c'mon...", he said, "Maybe I could help..." "I don't think so..."

"Sure I could, who is this gorgeous creature you desire so much?" he asked.

"I don't know if I want to tell you, you leak like a sieve..."

"Well, okay, but I still think I could help you..." "Really, how? You gonna
write me script like you did for him?" I asked as I pointed at one of our lunch
mates. "That sure went over really well..."

"No, not at all. He wanted a relationship. You just want a fuck. That's a lot
easier. Just meet me after school, and I'll give you something, that'll make
her yours for a night, which she won't even remember..."

This was sounding a bit too dark, but at this point my morality had been beaten
into submission by my desire to get past this whole thing. "Ok, I'm game, if
this thing works, you'll be fifty bucks richer." (A small price to pay for
actually getting to fuck the object of my sexual desires) "You've got a deal,"
he replied.

After school that day, my friend gave me this miracle-making stuff. I already
had a feeling what it would be. It was a prescription medicine bottle with
several white pills inside. The label read "Rohypnol"-or something like that.
My buddy told me that it would be most effective if I gave it to her with
alcohol. Didn't sound too complicated.

I came home that afternoon practically glowing with excitement. I was sitting
in my room, planning, and thinking, How am I supposed to get this into some
alcohol for her to drink? When she got home later, I was still without a plan.

"Hi sweetie!" she said greeting me lovingly enough, though not how I'd like.
She put a hand on my shoulder, and asked, "So how was school today?"

"Alright." "Well, look, your Aunt Shelly and Uncle Rich are coming over
tonight. I know you don't care for them, but could you at least be nice, they
do like you a lot. I make a big fuss about you with them, how you're such a
great kid and all."

"Sure thing. Mom, you know I'd do it for you..."

"Gosh, I couldn't ask for a better son, could I?" she said, placing a peck on
my forehead that got my precum oozing.

It was evening and still I hadn't thought of a plan, when the doorbell rang. It
was my aunt and uncle. My mother asked them in and sat them down. She offered
to get them some drinks, when I, sensing my opportunity, interceded...

"No, I'll get them, Mom, you just sit down there and enjoy yourself."

"Okay, kiddo," she replied, "but yours better be a cola, got it?"

"Got it, Mom."

So, pouring myself a cola, I poured some wine for the rest of them, only my
mother's had a little added bonus. We all had dinner together that evening. My
mother made steak, potatoes, the works; her cooking skills bring another reason
to mind why my father has to be the world's biggest idiot. Anyways, about half
an hour into the meal, Mom started to complain about feeling groggy and spaced
out, She was starting to look more like someone who'd been drinking eighty-
proof whiskey rather than red wine. Noticing this my aunt and uncle excused
themselves. Mom apologized for the evening and said that she'd make it up some
time. They said "no problem" and "get well soon". She asked if I would clear
the dishes, because she wanted to go up to the bedroom after freshening up, she
said was feeling very "strange".

After clearing the dishes, I noticed that she was having trouble getting
herself up the stairs. I approached her with a noble (yeah right) offer to help
her get up them. I got her into the bathroom, where she was able to take care
of the freshening aspect, and then I led her to her bedroom. I looked deep into
her soft brown eyes, she was awake, but she was a million miles away. I
couldn't believe it! This plan was actually working! I decided not to waste any
more time. I was gently leading her to her bed, when I gave her violent shove
onto it. She let out a grunt. She didn't appear to understand what was going
on. After all this time, I was finally going to get my reward for being the
perfect son! I undid my own clothes first. My penis was getting immensely hard.
I looked Mom over for a moment. Finally, there she was, helpless and at my
mercy. She was more beautiful than ever. Her lustrous black hair messilly
spilled about her head as she lay on the bed. Her soft eyes, dull and
incoherent. Her inviting lips, expressionless. Her ravishing body, limp and
covered in disheveled clothing. Not being able to stand it any longer I leapt
upon her mounting her forcefully. Mom, not having all her wits, didn't appear
to realize what was going on, but still made some unfocused struggles against
me. I didn't expect her to have so much fight in her. She managed to toss me
off of herself and started kicking me frantically. This only got me even more
turned on. I leaped upon her once again, this time applying a forceful bear
hug, constricting her upper body. She tried to struggle again, but eventually,
I squeezed the strength out of her. When she stopped kicking, I began kissing
her hungrily. On her mouth her neck, her face, her breasts. When I kissed her
breasts and tasted the fabric of her clothing, I immediately stripped and
embraced her again-my naked flesh smothering hers. I kissed her and kissed her
with unbridled passion. My tongue wrestling hers into submission just as my
body had done to hers. Then I decided to cut to the chase. I forcefully thrust
my gigantic hard-on into her vagina. Since I had allowed her no time to get
used to it, my enormous penis caused quite a bit of mayhem in her tight vagina.
It hurt me, but it hurt her all the more. She began screaming idiotically such
half witted (which I suppose is only fair considered she likely didn't even
have half her wits about her) statements as, "I'm dying!", "I'm being raped!"
"Who are you!?" " Who is raping me?!" "Why are you raping me?!!" But all that
this rape talk managed to accomplish was to get me slamming her even harder.
There I was, in and out, in and out, like a powerful, well oiled machine, in
and out, in and out, over and over and over again. Until, finally, I could take
it no more and I screamed in ecstasy as my penis pumped and pumped ejaculated
incestuous semen into her tight pussy--bringing about her orgasm as well,
leaving Mom moaning in pain and pleasure at having been violated. After that I
just lay down upon her exhausted. I could have lay there forever, enjoying the
contact with her naked body, reveling in the ecstasy of having raped, ravished,
and dominated my own mother.

Mom didn't show any signs of remembering the night. I expected as much. So this
was the third time that my life would change dramatically. My obsession with my
mother almost totally subsided. I still considered her one hell of a sexy lady,
but no longer did I dwell on fucking her. This time the change in my life was
extremely positive. Having been able to wantonly force myself on my mother and
lose my virginity to that gorgeous creature, I had new found confidence within
me. I was already a great student, but I began to expand my horizons. I went
out for the football team and earned a Varsity letter and All-American honors,
among many other accolades. I took up Karate as well and earned my black belt
in an unbelievable year and a half. And the girls loved me; Oh boy, did they
love me! Never again did I need to force myself on another female-they gave
themselves to me willingly. I didn't bother with having a steady girlfriend-
I managed to find a fuck at least once a week. By the time I'd graduated, there
was scarcely an attractive girl in my high school who hadn't had sexual
relations with me. Life was good.

College was pretty much the same way. All of the big schools were courting me
for my football talents, even though I qualified for merit scholarships at each
of them as well. The school I eventually settled upon gave me even more
wonderful memories than high school. Gorgeous women would practically fall at
my feet on a daily basis (and I at least made the effort to raise their heads
to groin level...). When I graduated with my BA degree, I was Phi Beta Kappa. I
had also managed to pick up my 3rd degree black belt in karate. Life was
getting even better-I was lined up for a great job with Lockheed-Martin. One
sunny day I stepped into my house after a long day at the office. I checked my
machine; three messages, all from Cheryl. She obviously wanted me to marry her.
Fat chance. I check the mail, and was pleased to see this month's issue of
Forbes. Then the phone rang. "Hello?"

"Sweetie, this is Mom. I've got some bad news. Your father passed away
yesterday...I need you to come down here to help me sort some things out..."

"I'll be on the next flight out." I replied.

"Still a perfect son..." she said-I could just visualize the irresistible smile
on her face.

After a long flight, and a stroll in a rent-a-car, I made it to the old house.
I noticed the door was open. I let myself inside. I could hear loud thudding
sounds from the basement. I rushed down immediately to find Mom in spandex
standing on a large martial arts mat and pounding away at a hanging heavy bag.
She looked as incredible as ever. Even at the age of 50, her body was perfect.
There were few lines in her face, and they mostly served to add character to
her beauty. Her long, long lustrous locks had only a touch of gray, and her
tight, round, rump was as delightful as ever. I felt thirteen years old again
as I felt my manhood rising in my jeans. I was staring at her with my jaw
hanging like a windchime.

"Oh, hi there, sweetie, got your eyeballs back in yet?" she said, her soft
brown eyes lighting up at the sight of me, and her musical voice chuckling at
her own humor.

"Hey Mo...mmmppffff..." I was interrupted by her walking over to me and
planting a deep kiss on my lips. Her tongue immediately found mine and had
mastered me wonderfully. I was totally overwhelmed. I couldn't believe it! I
was starting to ejaculate into my pants.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I asked half-wittedly.

"Look, baby," she said, changing the subject, "Your father named you as the
heir to all of his assets-oh yeah, you didn't know...he won the lottery last
year. His estate is about 7.4 million."

"Wow, Mom, that's great!" I exclaimed at this news, "You know, I'll always take
care of you, right?"

"Oh yeah, baby," she said, as a devious smile formed on her face, "I know that
because now you'll quit that silly job of yours and live here with me..."

"What Mom? No, no, no, what I had in mind was that I'd share the estate with
you and you'd have everything you need, or want for that matter."

"Well, I want YOU, HERE, and I'm not going to debate this with you. You never
argued with me like this when you were growing up. You think that just because
you're a six foot tall karate master/business executive, you don't have to
listen to me anymore? Well, you're WRONG!" she was practically screaming at me
now.

"Mom, what are you talking about? Are you okay? I'm not arguing with you, it's
just that I have a life of my own now, I can't just move back here..." She
slapped me right across the face. The force of it was incredible. I was visibly
staggered. My vision was blurring and I felt like a train had just run over my
head.

"Mom? What's this about?" I asked in a school-boyish whimper.

"This is what it's about!" she said charging me and throwing her shoulder into
my chest for a beautiful takedown. As soon as I hit the mat, the wind was
completely knocked out of me. Mom was on top of me, using her body to control
me. She pummeled me repeatedly with her fists. I couldn't believe how much
power she was packing into them. I was starting to fear that I'd end up in the
hospital if I didn't get away. My survival instinct took over and I managed to
squirm out from under her.

"I'm out of here!" I yelled as I started to take to my heels and head for the
stairs.

"Not so fast!" She retorted, grabbing the back of my collar, "You were able to
dish it out to me when you were fifteen, and now you're going to take it. I've
been training all this time, preparing for just this moment. You're going to
stay here FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE and be my sex-slave!"

With that, she flung me back onto the mat. Being highly trained, I got up
immediately and grabbed her wrists. I had to restrain her somehow. She
countered by enveloping my wrists and joined our hands in a mercy lock. It was
raw strength versus strength. I soon came to the sickening realization that she
was more powerful than I. Mom began to slowly force me down to the mat. I was
on my knees, my wrists being bent over backwards by her powerful grip.

"It's amazing what a little Chi power can do, baby," she said, her lovely face
in an expression of anger.

"Mom, please, I'm sorry, it's just that..."

"Too late for that, baby," she countered, "You're gonna pay!"

With that she forced me to the ground yet again-this time making certain I
couldn't escape her mount. She began gyrating her powerful hips against mine.
Slamming my butt up and down on the mat and giving me a raging hard-on.

Feeling that, she chuckled, "Admit it baby, you love this, you love your sexy
mom raping you! Well don't get too happy, it won't be all fun..."

She started to really grapple with me, by now my sexual excitement and the pain
of her blows took all the fight out of me. She put me in dozens of the most
painful holds, pressing them almost until the point of breakage. The whole time
I was sobbing and screaming with horror.

"Mom, please! Please don't hurt me! I'll do whatever you want, please stop
this! You're going to break something!"

"Sweetheart, this IS what I want!" she said, laughing irresistibly.

After about another few minutes of this, Mom lifted herself off of me and
stripped of her spandex. Despite not being restrained anymore, I couldn't move,
having been paralyzed by my painful ordeal. After her magnificent body was
totally bare, she lifted my head and placed it between her thighs, and began to
squeeze, smothering my mouth and nose with her cunt. Her female smell began to
suffocate me, and I struggled with the minuscule amount of strength I had left
in a desperate attempt to free myself of her. Just as I felt myself losing
consciousness, she released her hold, allowing me to greedily suck in gulps of
air. She executed this cruelty with an artist's touch, every time, bringing me
ever closer to passing out before she finally let me go completely. I was
totally dazed and as helpless as she had been all those years ago. The strong
smell of her sexual excitement still filled my nose. She raised me by my hair
and gave me a deep, hard kiss, digging her fingernails into my back. When she
released I felt like my hardon was going to tear through my pants. She grabbed
a hold of me and swiftly and efficiently rent my clothes from my body. She then
produced a double headed dildo and fastened it to herself, one end sliding up
to her cunt the other with lubricant applied and jutting out. She then put me
on all fours and took two steps back. With a bull's fury she slammed her
girlcock into my ass. In and out, in and out, in and out, just as I had so
forcefully violated her so many years ago. If I had a knife on me at that
moment, I would have slashed my wrists because the pain was unbearable. I
couldn't believe a mother could hurt her son so cruelly. In and out, in and
out. I felt like was being torn in half. She started moaning mightily. I could
sense her orgasm building, and strangely enough, my own hardon raging all the
harder through this ordeal. In and out in and out. With one final, painful
thrust which I practically felt all the way into my gut, her orgasm blossomed,
and she screamed in ecstasy.

"I've done it, you bastard!!!!! I've raped you!!!! I am you mistress!!!! I am
your queen!!!!!! I am your sovereign!!!!" she shouted standing over me. She
lifted me onto my feet again and kissed me fully on the lips a third time. My
own hard-on was bulging, seeping with precum.

"One last thing," she said as she calmed down, "This one is for you!"

She threw me to the mat once more and mounted me again, impaling herself on my
gigantic hard-on. She then began to fuck herself on my helpless body with
boundless enthusiasm. She gyrated upon me mightily, once again slamming my
buttocks into the mat. This was so strange, it was like a wet dream, or a wet
nightmare, perhaps. She slammed her cunt onto my hard-on for what seemed like
half of an hour, and yet her domination of my body and mind was such that I
couldn't come.

"Now!" she suddenly hissed after slamming me hard. With that we climaxed
together, her embracing me tightly, and me trying to return the embrace except
for the paralysis of my limbs. I just screamed and screamed until my vision
started to blur again. The ecstasy became so intense that it overwhelmed my
body and everything started becoming numb. I was beginning to lose touch with
reality.

I faintly heard my mother's voice. It sounded like something out of a dream.

"See, sweetie," she said, "I told you, that you'd be my sex-slave for the rest
of your life, but I never said how long that would be..." Those were the last
words I heard before everything went black, forever.

Well, like I said before, growing up in a single parent family can really make
for a complicated life.

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