Whispor
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A story idea for the incest and D/s lovers out there... The young man is 18 of course.
She likes cock, but she hates men. One evening while in her early twenties she succumbed to her desire for cock and let a stranger fill her womb with his lustful seed.
For the past eighteen years she's had to deal with the result of that act. She bore a son. The dick wasn't even that good, but it was the last dick she ever had.
She despises him. She hates that his existence ruined her life. She hates that everyone that knows him loves him so.
He's a good boy, too. Not quite masculine, but not overtly feminine. He's small in stature for his age.
Her outward disgust for him has left him with emotional problems that manifest themselves in gastrointestinal issues. She gets sick and tired of hearing him complain about how his stomach hurts, how he can't move his bowels, etc.
She was sick of hearing about it. She decided to do something about it.
He's ushered into his bedroom by his mother. He's horrified when she commands him to disrobe and lay on his bed with his knees bent and pulled back to his chest and spread apart. She's donned a latex glove and is squeezing a generous dollop of personal lubricant onto her covered index finger as he fearfully complies.
His efforts to preserve his modesty are in vain when she slaps his hands away from his genitals.
The lubricated finger first massages his anus before sliding inside him. She begins to slowly slide it back and forth. "The passage needs to be lubricated and loosened otherwise the suppository will hurt," she lies.
He wishes he could literally die when his penis begins to become erect. He covers his face in shame. She tells him that he's wicked and disgusting for "making" his "little penis" get hard for his own mother to see. She knows what she's doing, though. That was part of her plan to humiliate him the whole time.
"It's almost ready for the suppository," she feigns as she begins to apply pressure and massage his prostate. He suddenly feels like he needs to pee. He feels his pelvic muscle contract uncontrollably. He begins ejaculating onto his stomach and chest.
"Pervert," is her response.
She slides the glycerin suppository into him. She keeps her finger inside the whole time, telling him he'll just be disobedient and push it out if she doesn't. His reddened face is still covered by his hands.
"It's just as well that your vile seed land on your belly instead of inside some young girl's womb. There's no sense in her life being ruined the way mine was. Besides, that little wiener of yours will never come close to making a girl happy."
Three sentences destroy his male confidence forever.
She follows him into the bathroom when the urge to move his bowels hits. She stands and watches, her hands on her hips, as he sits on the toilet. Mentioning the toilet, she says that she's sick and tired of cleaning his hairs off of the rim and expects him to render himself hairless between the legs for as long as he lives in her house.
Her intentions of humiliating him do not end there. She repeats the procedure frequently with him, almost daily. She comments about how his hairless genitals are the size of a little boy's, whether it's true or not. She induces an ejaculation onto his belly each time while verbally reaffirming that he's wicked and disgusting for doing it for her to see, and that any woman who sees the genitals she is seeing will laugh hysterically.
Each time the event occurs, the most humiliating thing for him isn't ejaculating before his own mother's eyes. It isn't licking his own seed from her fingers when she begins to make him consume it all. It isn't how eager his anus seems to receive her fingers inside him.
He's most humiliated by already having an erection before removing his clothes.
She likes cock, but she hates men. One evening while in her early twenties she succumbed to her desire for cock and let a stranger fill her womb with his lustful seed.
For the past eighteen years she's had to deal with the result of that act. She bore a son. The dick wasn't even that good, but it was the last dick she ever had.
She despises him. She hates that his existence ruined her life. She hates that everyone that knows him loves him so.
He's a good boy, too. Not quite masculine, but not overtly feminine. He's small in stature for his age.
Her outward disgust for him has left him with emotional problems that manifest themselves in gastrointestinal issues. She gets sick and tired of hearing him complain about how his stomach hurts, how he can't move his bowels, etc.
She was sick of hearing about it. She decided to do something about it.
He's ushered into his bedroom by his mother. He's horrified when she commands him to disrobe and lay on his bed with his knees bent and pulled back to his chest and spread apart. She's donned a latex glove and is squeezing a generous dollop of personal lubricant onto her covered index finger as he fearfully complies.
His efforts to preserve his modesty are in vain when she slaps his hands away from his genitals.
The lubricated finger first massages his anus before sliding inside him. She begins to slowly slide it back and forth. "The passage needs to be lubricated and loosened otherwise the suppository will hurt," she lies.
He wishes he could literally die when his penis begins to become erect. He covers his face in shame. She tells him that he's wicked and disgusting for "making" his "little penis" get hard for his own mother to see. She knows what she's doing, though. That was part of her plan to humiliate him the whole time.
"It's almost ready for the suppository," she feigns as she begins to apply pressure and massage his prostate. He suddenly feels like he needs to pee. He feels his pelvic muscle contract uncontrollably. He begins ejaculating onto his stomach and chest.
"Pervert," is her response.
She slides the glycerin suppository into him. She keeps her finger inside the whole time, telling him he'll just be disobedient and push it out if she doesn't. His reddened face is still covered by his hands.
"It's just as well that your vile seed land on your belly instead of inside some young girl's womb. There's no sense in her life being ruined the way mine was. Besides, that little wiener of yours will never come close to making a girl happy."
Three sentences destroy his male confidence forever.
She follows him into the bathroom when the urge to move his bowels hits. She stands and watches, her hands on her hips, as he sits on the toilet. Mentioning the toilet, she says that she's sick and tired of cleaning his hairs off of the rim and expects him to render himself hairless between the legs for as long as he lives in her house.
Her intentions of humiliating him do not end there. She repeats the procedure frequently with him, almost daily. She comments about how his hairless genitals are the size of a little boy's, whether it's true or not. She induces an ejaculation onto his belly each time while verbally reaffirming that he's wicked and disgusting for doing it for her to see, and that any woman who sees the genitals she is seeing will laugh hysterically.
Each time the event occurs, the most humiliating thing for him isn't ejaculating before his own mother's eyes. It isn't licking his own seed from her fingers when she begins to make him consume it all. It isn't how eager his anus seems to receive her fingers inside him.
He's most humiliated by already having an erection before removing his clothes.
