The Aggressive Mother

[The Preacher]

OOC : I've been reading some of the mother/son incest stories, and although they're great, I'm noticing the mothers are, in varying degrees, all more or less submissive and unenthusiastic. I'm looking to go in a different direction, the other way around, sorta. The mother persuing the son. I'm thinking a small town, she'd be like the town whore, who no one wants to fuck for their reputation's sake. It'd be great if any women would like to write with me on this,

IC : Since I was 12, kids had called my Mom names. Slut, whore, hartlet, I'd cry and run home. I was angry at my mother for giving them the ammunition to have a shot at me. Over the years, I began to hate her. She'd never been a good mother, always out on the town, fucking every man in sight, leaving me to fend for myself.

Men were practically afraid of her, what they would do if they had the chance, and what their wives would do to them if they found out. She was fucking gorgeous, there's no doubt about that. A 19th century whore's body, big tits, big ass, small waist, big lips. She'd had most cocks in town, and barely anyone would ever speak to her now. She stayed at home mostly, my part time job supporting us.

The wage wasn't great for a 17 year old, and I resented her for stealing my childhood on every conceivable front. At least now, I had finally turned 18, and had a chance to be free of her.

It was after work that I stumbled home, exhausted after a 12 hour day, I saw her, lying on the couch...

 

[ARaynes]

Make sure your character is 18 years old or over please. Thank you.

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: If you don't mind, I'd like to take a shot at this one. I like the concept, and it would be a different character for me - one I've never played before.

Just a word, one of Lit's policies is that all characters must be 18. It could be that your character has just turned 18?

I'll wait to hear from you before posting - just in case some other lucky lady beat me to the "job"!

 

[The Preacher]

OOC : Sure, no problem, sorry, didn't realise that, but aren't there a number of stories in here that don't meet that requirement? SexyChele, you're more than welcome to take this role, I hope you enjoy it, I'll edit my post for the age change.

 

[SexyChele]

When she woke up that morning, she had actually entertained thoughts of going out. It had been a while since she had visited the patrons of the bar down the street, and she not only wanted a drink, she wanted a man. Well, hell, she really didn't want a man, she just wanted to feel a warm, rigid cock in her pussy. It had been too long.

Instead, she had stayed in. She almost cringed when she thought of the looks men now gave her. Yes, the want was still there, the desire. But their lust was now tinged with fear. Besides, the bartender had threatened to throw her out permanently if she came back and left with a man. Said he didn't need any prostitutes cluttering up his bar. A prostitute! And all because she liked sex!

So, she had spent the day at home, doing small chores and trying to find something worthwhile on TV.

Mandy, as she was known by most who cared, still had a great figure and her looks. At 38 years of age, she had not developed most of the aging problems that women suffered from And she was thankful. And she knew she was resented because of it. Oh, she knew her life was not something most would be proud of, but, hell, most people have done things they were ashamed of, hadn't they? Self-righteous hypocrites!

As she was cleaning out the refrigerator, she came upon the last of her son's birthday cake. She sighed, remember the day 18 years ago when she had given birth. What high hopes she'd had for him. For herself. Then the bastard who had gotten her pregnant left her before her son was a week old.

She sat down at the kitchen table, and remembered a time when she had thought to be the world's greatest mother. But it was hard. Difficult. She was alone, and had very little in the way of marketable skills. That was when she discovered that men would pay for the priviledge of screwing her. Oh, not always in money, but in food or clothing. Eventually, one by one, her dreams died - and with each one, a little more of herself.

Ah, but her son, now there was a fine young man! They had not been close the past 10 or 12 years - she was busy doing what she felt she had to, and he never seemed to be around much. But the job he had been working since he was 16 was helping them out a great deal. And why not? After all she had had to do to keep him fed and clothed. The men she'd had to please, the wives she'd had to fight just to keep them fed. 'Bout time he contributed and helped out.

Still, she remembered just a couple of days ago, on his 18th birthday. He had grown into such a handsome young man. A bit quiet, yes, but all the more alluring. It had been a long time since she had seen him naked, and her thoughts now roamed over what he would look like. Was he still a virgin? Did he know how to pleasure a woman? Had he? How many girls had he felt up in the dark? How would his cock feel inside of a woman?

She knew she should feel repulsed by these thoughts, and yet, time and again, she imagined her fingers running along his face, smoothing down over his body, bringing his cock to life.

Almost in anger, she scooped up the last of the cake and tossed it in the garbage. She poured herself a stiff drink and walked over to the couch. She drank herself into a light fog, then leaned back, drifting into a light sleep.

She awoke suddenly when she heard the door open. As her eyes adjusted the dimness of the room, she saw her son crossing the threshold, his eyes almost glaring at her. He turned and closed the door, and she admired his back through his clothing. She sat up, her nipples suddenly hardening against the thin material of the dress she had put on that morning.

"Hello! And are you going to come and tell your mother how your day was?" She could not help but admire his form, but it was his eyes and lips that she suddenly felt herself drawn to.




OOC: Hope this is okay. If it's a bit over the top, just let me know!

 

[The Preacher]

OOC : That's great, I just hope I can maintain the standard!

IC : "Fine." I answered sternly and without a trace of emotion. I began to walk down the hall, when I felt obliged to ask her of her day. "What about you? Same old shit?" It was clear I wasn't in the lest bit interested in her day. I undid my tie and the first two buttons on my white shirt. She seemed dazed, confused, disorientated by something. She was looking at me, but not focused. I threw my hands up and began walking down the hall.

 

[SexyChele]

OOC: You've already raised the bar! By the way, what is the name of your character?



IC:
His retort stung her slightly, especially after her sappy remembrances of the afternoon. She shook herself awake and watched him walk down the hallway, and stood up from the couch. She followed him, still slightly sleepy, to the doorway of his room. The door was closed, but she didn't bother to knock.

He turned, his shirt halfway off his body, a stunned look on his face. Her gaze ran over his upper body slowly before returning to his eyes.

"My day? It was just fine, thank you! Considering no one in this town wants to admit they even know me!" She realized a shrillness was entering her voice, and she stopped to take a deep breath. "But, why not come out and sit with your mother for a while? Tell me about your day, what you did. Eh? Just for a little while? Certainly you can spare some of your time for your mother, no?"

She turned sideways, allowing the full impact of her profile to be be seen. She smiled, knowing her features looked best when she did so.

 

[The Preacher]

Charlie

This was unusual to say the least.

"This is new? What are you dying? Where were these quaint little chats when I was a kid?" I said spitefully. I walked over to her nevertheless, I moped, but a small part of me saw those breasts rising in her dress, and was attracted magnetically to them.

She shifted back to sitting and I sat on the sofa, leaned back on the arm, one leg on the sofa, the other on the ground, waiting for her to complete her obligations.

 

[SexyChele]

She leaned back on the sofa, her arms out stretched allowing the material of her dress to pull tightly across her breasts, pushing them slightly to the low neckline.

She looked at her son, and suddenly realized that he had received the best genes from her and his bastard of a father. She raked her eyes over his body, taking note of the muscular body that clothing could not quite hide.

She raised her hand to her face, smiling as she placed one nail between her lips. She looked at him through her lashes, and realized her heart was pounding. Was she truly going to do what she had thought about this afternoon? Would she truly try to seduce her own son? No, of course not! She was only toying with him - some harmless flirtation, that was all.

"You know, Charlie, I was thinking of your birthday just a couple of days ago. I suppose I've been so, so, busy that I hadn't realized just how grown up you'd become."

His lips raised into a sneer, but before he could say anything, she quickly picked up the conversation.

"Now, I know there have been better mothers out there. But you can't say I've ever let you go without food and clothing - or a roof over your head, for that matter. But let's not fight, shall we? Fighting is so entirely ugly."

She was dying for a drink at the moment, but decided against getting one. He may very well slip back into his room if she left now. Instead, she stood up and, keeping her eyes on him, moved very slowly behind him.

"Remember when you were a young boy, Charlie? Remember how you would come home, crying, at some awful thing your classmates had said to you? You used to come to me, and I would cradle you in my arms, almost like this."

She bent down, snaking her arms about his neck, her hands moving across his chest. She leaned forward, his head cradled between her breasts, then moved one of her hands up to his face, caressing him gently. His skin was smooth and fresh - not like the gruff and wrinkled men who tried to sneak their hands up her dresses. She gently pulled his head back against her, her breasts aching to feel him.

"Just like this, remember Charlie? You used to let me comfort you like this when you were much younger. It can be like that again, if you would only let it."

She ran her hand over his forehead, her fingertips lightly tracing the slight furrows that were just beginning to develop there.

 

[The Preacher]

There was something very awkward about this situation. I was irritated, but I was also becoming confused, almost scared. His mother had never been one for "no strings attached affection" in any circle. I felt my head touch her soft, full breasts, I pulled away, but not before a critical second had passed with my eyes closed.

"Mother" I said cordially, "This nurturing of yours has been non existant. Yes, you stayed out of poverty, but you seriously expect me to believe you didn't do that for yourself? My God, you must think me a fool." I was shouting up a storm.

"Yes, yes I remember those days, I remember the pain, it fucking stings Mom, it stings. It stung then too, I didn't understand it, but you sure as hell did, and you did nothing to change the situation. You still sucked and fucked whoever you could, and to hell with me. What, you think you helped me?"

I thought I might have gone a bit far, and my expression softened.

"Look, just see my point of view." I said more calmly. "My mother looked after everyone BUT me."

 

[SexyChele]

Her initial reaction to his shouting was to shout back - it had been her typical response. But this was no longer the little boy who would do her bidding simply because she was "mommy". He was full grown, if not entirely emotionally, certainly physically. Somehow, somewhere he had grown up without her. Or maybe, as he said she was too busy looking after other people. Okay, busy fucking other men. There, she admitted to herself anyway.

"Charlie - " she started, and suddenly didn't know where to go from there. This was her son, her flesh and blood. And yet, here stood a stranger - and one with almost the same hatred in is eyes as most other people saw of her.

Well, she had always gotten what she wanted in the past, and she was determined now. She reached out to touch his arm, but he pulled away, almost violently. She cleared her throat, her brain screaming for a drink, but she knew that could only be used as a weapon against her. Holding her head high, her hands on her hips, she looked at him levelly.

"Yes, it must have been tough having the 'town whore' for a mother. What? You think I never heard the names? The slurs? You think they didn't cut through my brain as much as they did yours? Yes, I had choices - we all do. And you can choose to continue to hate me, despise me, punish me. Or you can choose to let go, and let me try to make up for all the past hurts, the insults."

She stepped closer to him, and this time he allowed her to place her hand on his cheek.

"Or we can try to heal together, to do what should have been done much earlier. Maybe I didn't take care of you as I should when you were younger. But I am here now, and so are you. Let me take show you just how much I can take care of your needs now." Quickly, she moved forward, clutching his arm and gently rubbing her full breasts against his arm as her other hand traced patterns along his back. She looked up at him, trying to find some emotion in his troubled face.

 

[The Preacher]

I cursed myself for softening my expression and emotions at her touch. She did look apologetic, and her voice was melodical and soothing. I looked at her face, trying to find some ulterior motive in all this, I looked hard, but if there was, she was good at hiding it.

"What do you suppose we do then? How can you expect me to forget all that?" I paused, trying to think of just the right words to describe my emotions, they didn't come, but I managed to get close.

"I think I love you, but fuck, I have hate for you too. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is. I don't like you, I love you, but I don't like what you've done to me-" I paused again, letting something slip that I hadn't ever before "-and to yourself."

I looked into her eyes and smiled.

 

[SexyChele]

She flinched a bit at his words. She hadn't realized how deep his dislike for her had been.

"Here, come sit with me," she move towards the sofa, pulling him down next to her. She leaned back against the arm, and wrapped her arms about him as she had done when he was a very little boy.

"I wish I had easy answers for you, but I don't. I cannot go back and turn the hands of time. But I'm here now - and so are you." She smoothed her hand over his forehead and placed a kiss on his temple.

She could feel his body almost stiff with tension, yet her own desires were running high. She needed the acceptance of her son, and though a part of her mind was crying out that what she did was wrong, she could only feel the strong body of a young man next to her own. And she knew she needed to feel and touch him, to claim her son once more as her own.

 

[The Preacher]

I stopped for a while, mulling over her words. Eventually, I nodded my head thoughtfully, "That's true. We only have the present."

I felt her kiss my forehead, a light brush on my temple, and I took that as a cue to leave and get ready for bed. I got up and untangled her arms from around mine. I looked down at her, with a little more understanding than before. "Look, let me sleep on it, I've got tomorrow off, we'll talk tomorrow, OK?"

I smiled again, a small burden taken off my shoulders...

 

[SexyChele]

She felt his weight shift from the sofa, and she watched as he made his way down the hallway to his room.

"Yes, we will talk tomorrow." She sighed heavily, and heard the soft click as he closed his door. She stood up, turning off the lights and making her way to her room. Once there, she slid the dress over her body, and laid down on the bed. Her thoughts turned towards her son - alone in his room. What was he doing? What was he thinking?

Certainly by now he was undressed. Did he sleep naked? She imagined his body, muscular and firm, the skin smooth. Her thoughts turned to his fingers and lips - and imagined them probing and kissing her until her body was aflame.

She ran her hands over her body, feeling the swell of her breasts and the fullness of her hips. She spread her legs as her fingers found her sex, spreading herself opening and rubbing the sensitive flesh.

Was he in his room, right now, stiff and hard? Thinking of some young woman and what he would do to and for her? Was his hand stroking himself in the darkness of his room, seeking release?

At the thought of him stroking himself, she moved her fingers faster. Quickly she inserted a fnger into her, and she shuddered slightly.

But it wasn't the real thing - and she needed, wanted to feel a man's body against her own, his breath against her neck. She needed to be filled, not merely teased as her fingers were doing now.

She looked at the door, and her desire grew.

 

[The Preacher]

I finished unbuttoning my shirt and threw it on the floor. I stretched and yawned after the long day, as my mind went back to what my mother said. Should I forgive her? I mean, she was right, life was short, and if she should die tomorrow, how would I feel? My mind was swirling with questions as I sat on my bed, and took off my shoes.

I looked at the door, had I left it the right way? Should I have just walked out in the middle of such an important conversation? I truly didn't know. I took my pants off, and was left in my white, silk boxers. Slowly I slid into bed, stared at the ceiling, thinking deeply. I couldn't get to sleep at all as I twisted and turned. Just then it hit me, I couldn't get through a day unless I jerked off. Usually, I did it as soon as I got home, but tonight, I was distracted by my mother.

I undid the button on my boxers, and grabbed my meat. I started to pull mechanically. I didn't really masturbate for pleasure, merely because I had to, I'd never had the opportunity to be with a girl. I remember when I first started jerking off, it'd been so new, such a new sensation, but now, I was hungry for more, a woman to wrap her legs and lips around me. To milk me for all I was worth.

I got into it, and realised I needed to piss, I couldn't jerk off while I needed to go, so I sighed and got out of bed. I figured my mother had gone to bed by now, and left my boxers open, and my semi erect cock hanging out. I opened the door and moved towards the bathroom...

 

[SexyChele]

She stopped suddenly as she heard her son's door open. Had he interpreted her thoughts through the barriers of walls? Her desire had grown to such a point that she actually waited for him to knock on her door.

Instead, she heard the soft closing of the bathroom door. Her mind began to race: imagining her son lifting the seat, then holding his cock in his hand, feeling himself, directing himself towards the toilet.

She shook her head and tried to get the images out of her head. This was her SON she was thinking of! How much more depraved could she be?

Her mind was racing, and there was no way she was going to get any sleep - at least not now. She slid from her bed and reached for her thin robe. She wrapped the robe around her and opened the door, intending to go to the kitchen for a drink of water.

As she came abreast of the bathroom door, it suddenly opened, and there stood Charlie. Acting on instinct, her eyes lowered over his body, taking in the smoothness of his chest, his trim waist, and then lower, to his opened boxers and his exposed cock. She gasped at the sight of him, her pussy reacting instinctively.

"Charlie -" she started, in a voice filled wth both surprise and desire.

She watched as he quickly fumbled with his boxers, stuffing his cock back inside. Quickly, she placed her hand on his, halting his actions. Her eyes met his, and she saw surprise and disgust, mingled with something she was familiar with - lust.

She ran her hand over his, then lifted her other to run over the skin on his chest.

"Charlie, you are truly beautiful. Yes, truly."

Her mind was screaming at her to stop, but her body was now in control. She moved forward, eager to feel his flesh under her lips.

 

[The Preacher]

Now, understand, I'd always acknowledged my mother was attractive, in the same way I might acknowledge the Sun was a star. It was merely a fact, not an emotion. Usually, I hated her looks, it was those looks that incited my hatred, and even in my early teens, when I was obsessed with sex, I hadn't ever thought of my mother while I masturbated.

However the evenings discussion had softened my feelings slightly, and I took notice of her body now, as she held my hand, her fingers excruciatingly close to my uncircumcised head. Her breasts filling her robe easily, and her cleavage was there almost exclusively for my pleasure. Despite her age, her breasts were still set high and full. Her nipples pressed against her robe. As I cast my eyes towads her crotch, I shocked myself and looked up at my mother, again, my emotions were mixed, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have a desire to be inside her.

My hungry cock began to harden, until her fingers rested on me. She brought her lips up to mine, her other hand resting on my wide, muscular chest. I turned my face and laughed nervously.

"I have to wash my hands." I said, and walked back into the bathroom, letting the water run over my hands, staring in the mirror, as I saw her figure in the background.

 

[SexyChele]

She stumbled slightly when he stepped away and her eyes flashed with raw anger. But only for a moment. She watched as he returned to the bathroom, and walked to the sink. She knew he could see her from the mirror, she even caught his eyes looking at her.

With a knowing smile creeping across her face, she slowly untied the sash of her robe, and pulled the material slowly apart, exposing her body beautifully. She leaned against the doorb jamb, her eyes continuing to stare at him in the mirror. She ran her hand over her hips, into her waist, and up to cup one breast. Playfully, she toyed with the nipple, her eyes half-closed.

She slowly walked forward and ran her hands lightly over her son's back, feeling the taut skin stretched across his mucles. She pressed up against him, letting him feel the full impact of her breasts and body against his flesh.

 

[The Preacher]

As I stared into the mirror, terrified by my own thoughts, I saw disrobe. I dropped my head, my god! When I lifted it once again, I saw her playing with herself. I dropped my head once more, breathless with...something. She pressed herself into me, and I felt her tits press into me, her nipples making small, temporary dimples in my back.

"Mom, what are you doing?" I asked suspiciously, but slowly, in an almost inviting tone. She grinned at what I said as I looked at her over my shoulder. I said more sternly, "I don't like it!"

Her hand moved around to my stomach, few social distractions had enabled me to spend time working out religiously, and she said...

 

[SexyChele]

Her fingers felt the rock hard muscles of his stomach, but she wasn't stopping there. She moved lower, all the while smiling at him in the mirror in front of them.

"Interesting to say that you don't like what I'm doing, when this shows that you do!" Her fingers had dipped into his boxers and were wrapped firmly around his growing cock.

She began to move her hand along his length, now more urgently than ever wanting to feel him inside her. She looked at his face, the tortured look of denial and pleasure, and she laughed softly. She ran her other hand up his arm to his shoulder, pressing him back against her.

"Certain things you can deny, Charlie, yes. But a man's body will always give him away. Just as yours does now." As she continued to stroke his cock, she felt the hardness increase and become thicker. "Can you honestly deny this, Charlie?"

She placed a kiss on his shoulder, along with a gentle lick, then watched his eyes in the mirror.

 

[The Preacher]

My dick was growing thick and stiff, and in the passion of the moment, I ran my lips along her cheek and gently kissed her as she licked my shoulder. However, I pulled away once more, confused and shocked, not in the least bit angry or upset. I wanted my mother to want me, it had been essentially what I'd wanted all my life, but I was unsure of what I was doing.

I stood oppisite her, my cock almost at full length and thickness, sticking out of my boxers by quite a distance. I saw her eyes leering at it, her tounge running over her lips.

"Mom, why are you doing this? Why?"

I thought I knew why, but I wanted to hear her say it, to justify my feelings that had sprung from nowhere, towards her.

Before she answered, he added, ashamedly.

"I've never been with a girl, Mom."

 

[The Preacher]

*BUMP*

 

[SexyChele]

Her eyes grew wide in amazement at the size of her son's cock. So beautiful, so thick. Yes, this would feel so good. She suddenly wondered what he would taste like.

At his question, she looked into his in the mirror. His revelation hit her hard. Her son was still a virgin? She ran her hand over his shoulder as her other hand continued to stroke the hard shaft. She turned him towards her, and placed her hands on each side of his face.

"Why do I do this? I suspect you expect to hear it's because I love you and want to prove it to you. Well, no, that's not it. You are a very handsome young man." Her hands slid lower until they caressed his shoulders. "You are truly beautiful, and I enjoy things of beauty."

She brought her hands back up to his face, and stepping up on tiptoe, placed a kiss on his full lips. She gently rubbed her belly against his firm cock, feeling his hardness poking at her.

"Let me be your first. Let me be the one to show you how to please a woman and drive her to ecstacy." She reached between them, her hand grabbing his cock and stroking him, squeezing gently. "Yes, you are my son, but are you not also a man? And am I not also a woman?"

She reached up to place another kiss on his lips, feeling him beginning to resist. She grabbed his balls firmly, squeezing and pulling, feeling them begin to tighten in her grasp.

 

[The Preacher]

My voice gargled in my throat, my voice sounded deeper, more animalistic. I couldn't respond to her words. She kissed me twice, and I tried to resist, but now, as I looked at her, as my cock sat on her belly, I wanted to be inside her, that was my wish.

She reached down, and began to massage my balls. My head rocked around on my shoulders uncontrollably. My mother had experiance in bending men to her will, and I was falling under her spell myself.

It was then I did something very strange. In such a bizarre, dreamlike situation, I wanted to break out of it. I had to come, there was no way around it, but I couldn't be inside my mother. I convinced myself that ejaculating TO her was less...sinful, than IN her.

I pulled away from her, and noticed her surprise, she thought she'd lost me, however, I saw a delicious smile creep across her face, as she saw me lower the toilet seat, sit down and place my right hand on my cock, full and thick. I cast my eyes towards her face and began to stroke myself, right in front of my mother. Believing against all hope, this would be enough to satisfy us both.