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[m/F, son-mother nc incest, preg, otherwise just a "nice" story]
Just A Very Bad Kid With A Too-Sexy Mother!
from the pages of Mkarl's "Dear Mommy-Lover's Magazine"
Mkarl2000@hotmail.com
To whom it may concern at the pages of Dear Mommy-Lover's Magazine,
I guess all you incestual loving cool freaks reading this are going to be
pretty damn lucky today cause my fucking bitch of a skank English teacher went
and gave us all this lame-ass assignment to compose an official business
quality letter addressed to a favorite magazine of ours, and I decided I may
as well take the opportunity to brag about what I did to my fuckingly gorgeous
cock-stiffening mother-cunt. {Hmm, I wonder if I can't get some sort of extra
fucking credit here writing all this shit down if I make all my other
paragraphical topic sentences so totally long winded and full of such nastily
crude expletives too? Maybe to make sure I score high in reader's approval I
am going to just go for it and also create even more outlandishly descriptive
passages with each succeeding revelation of my sexual satisfactual depraved
assault on my poor, little, unsuspecting mother-cocktease.
So I guess it is all fairly obvious than that the reason I have chosen your
excellent literary production to address this effort is cause I'm finally a
true mother-fucker in the absolute truest sense of the words. Shit, words are
funny... I mean I was always a mother-fucker at heart; although, not everyone
knew it of course. I really bet that this must all be coming as a huge shock
to my teacher-cunt as she reads this little confessional to determine my grade.
How could the class brain, sweet innocent Michael be such a very bad kid? Huh,
Miss Pietraszek? You stupid cunt... I just had you fucking fooled all along
just like I never let my pretty, dumb mother know what I had been thinking of
doing to her for so long now until I finally decided it wasn't worth waiting
for that "perfect" moment when it was so obvious to me with each passing time I
considered the possibility that there just really wouldn't be a fucking thing
mom would ever be able to do to resist me whenever I decided to do her other
than just get herself... while, "fucked" I guess.
Gee whiz, that was another awkward sentence, huh? Suppose stupid teacher-cunt
is going to be reading all this with her little eyes just wide in shock. Going
to be hard making a judgment on the merits of this assignment given the
purposely chosen experimentation in presentation. Even if the grammatical
construction choices are ill-considered though, isn't the subject matter also
something that is just generating all sorts of mixed attitude? It is probably
the average person reading this is either thinking everything is bullshit... or
they are getting impatient for details how I "luved" my mommy, so since this
letter is to "Dear Mommy-Lover's Magazine," guess I really should just get on
to the confession.
It is always a choice where to start these little rambles. One option is to
establish the players to give some visual aid tools for the reader to utilize
in completing the picture. You know, describe to the reader like what my
mommy bitch looks like to have always made me so lustfully hard to play with
her walking-wetdream of a body... give out some vividly descriptive terminology
that would accurately captivate the visual and tactile splendor of what a
mouthwatering set of firm, suckable tits fill out those tight, firm fitting
little tops she favors... tits, which I must have just loved milking and
mauling as a babe... I could wax on and on what a simply dick-stiffening,
stuck-out, perfect shaped ass she has been wiggling around each and everyday in
those skintight jeans as she goes about being the good little homemaker on her
hands-and-knees washing the floor, or the family toilet, or just bending over
to take the fresh baked cookies from the oven for my after-school snack...
GOOD-GOD, I could even talk about what the prick-teaser's cunt is like, cause
of course I've fucked it now; but even before my first hot date with mom the
other day, I have taken many an opportunity to do a peek through her open
bedroom curtains as she did an obliging little nighttime striptease for my
youthful admiration. YEAH, I could talk about any and all of that, or that
soft, silky dogbitch-leash hair framing that teenage-fresh face... and if I was
a leg guy I could even go there, but the final truth is that mere
nuts-and-bolts physical 1-2-3's on the physicality's of any bitch [or even of
us studs] in these stories is always so unbelievably exaggerated, that in the
final analysis, I always think the more interesting choice is to leave the
picture fuzzy to allow the reader to substitute their own more favored details.
Let it be safe to assume though that my mother was my idea of what hot was all
about and the stupid, unsuspecting cunt went and gave me a 24/7 hardon to make
her my personal pussy-bitch. To be fair, she was probably too naively innocent
to realize what a cock-teasing fuck she was coming across to me being that most
my friends were just immature geeks who wouldn't even know what a pussy was
for, let alone where to find it between the wide, childbearing hips of their
own mother. Still, mom's sweet naivety can't and doesn't excuse her own
accountability for driving me to such insane lust to subjugate her body-and
-soul to all of my most depraved and deviant desires, cause she was just
absolutely babelicious and the dumb cunt just went and left herself wide-open
and totally defenseless against my inevitable decision to just say "fuck it
what dad might do, mom is going to be my pussy now!!!"
I did it all Tuesday morning. When I gave the excuse that I missed class cause
I was home sick... Some people would undoubtedly think what I did to my mom was
"sick," but me... I WAS FEELING FUCKING ALL-RIGHT as I had the party
celebration to make any kid's birthday celebration the ultimate day of fun and
games. Yeah, it was my fucking birthday that made me choose the ignition point
to finally show my mom that I was a "BIG" boy now, and I could "LUV" her even
more than she ever could have dreamed [or nightmared?!?]
I acted like I was going to be the good boy. There was no sense given my
too-sexy mother any last moment indication that I was really just a bad kid. I
kind of have this shower fetish. I suppose it always came down to the idea
that sex the way I like it is always so fucking filthy and the girls get really
dirty from their part of the participation... obviously the shower thing has to
be something that plays to me sensibilities how it plays out that the girl is
trying to get herself clean at one moment, and the next moment she ends up
being filthy in such an obscene manner.
So anyhow, I let my mother get me up and act like everything was so fucking
normal. You should have seen the bitch in her last moments of being a
respected mother... not that I was thinking respectful thoughts of her even
then as I checked out her ass while she bent over to get me the Corn flakes
from the bottom shelf.. I actually gave myself a little laugh as mom bent over
and poured some milk from the store-bought carton into my cereal bowl. I got
just a hint of a peak into her cleavage down the open neckline of her
respectably tight-tied terry-cloth robe. Of course, my mental joke that
cracked me up was how mom could go ahead and use store-bought milk for my
Cereal this morning, but for my next birthday morning breakfast, I would be
milking her tits after she had my little baby.
Mom had no fucking clue... that was what made me even hornier. She was acting
so stupid telling me how she was sorry that my father was away on his overnight
business trip but not to worry cause when I got home from school I could have
all my friends over for the party and sleep-over and I'd have a good-time
still. Yeah, like that was going to be all true, only what mom didn't know was
that I'd never gone and invited any other kids over to the house... I was going
to definitely have a party with mom to celebrate my "birth"-day, but I really
didn't anticipate that there would be any sleeping at all going on.
I'd gone and saved myself for a week... I had a couple of spontaneous spurtings
during the nightdreams, and one when I got too involved into the planning
elements for the birthday celebration here at school on Monday during this
mind-numbingly boring English class... but overall, I was primed to last the
whole day and all-night-long with my fuckyummy mother... [Hey, it was my first
time, so let me be honest that I didn't exactly know how the things worked.]
Anyhow, mom didn't have a clue, and when she promised me again that we could do
what I wanted for entertainment at the party, it was too much... I couldn't
totally surpress my giggle as I gave her a "thank-you" kiss for basically
coming right out and giving me totally eXXXplicit permission for the rape I was
about to administer to the tempting fuck-morsel.
Then, I was on my way to school, or so mommy-victim thought. Of course, I was
just making my way around to the backyard. There was no sense letting that
nosy neighbor bitch, Mrs. Grismour get her old-bag panties in a bunch is she
should somehow suddenly put two-and-two together as to why a young, hot-blooded
kid, with a major erection tenting the pants up, would be playing hooky from
school while acting all lurky near his own house where mommy was all-alone
without any daddy to make sure that junior didn't get all incestful...
In the backyard, I couldn't help but feel pretty jazzed... I couldn't adjust my
rock-hard cock for fear that any touch would spill me into my pants... I scoped
the neighbors yards to just double-confirm that no-one would be doing fucking
yard-work where as they might be in some sort of position to overhear a scream
or two if mom went that route... I defiantly have always thought that a girl
screaming and getting hysterical as she was savaged is something hotly erotic
and if possible I was really hoping to allow mom to be as vocal in her
dispairful pleadings and protests with me as I could get away with. Obviously,
if old man, Blanchford, or that new oriental woman across the ally had chosen
the morning to be in their gardens, than I would have been unfortunately forced
to resort to duct-taping mommies mouth shut-up good-and-proper, but when I saw
that there were no problems I just smiled and thought to myself, "okay mom, get
ready to scream you bitch... course you are such a cunt, I bet you are going to
love me."
I wonder if my jovial levity played an even greater part in the success of my
endeavors than I already suspect... I mean, I share these little details cause
I got to fill space to make this confessional substantive, but also, Roland who
I was telling all this too said he would have been so fucking nervous to be
doing a rape of his mother, that he would have been probably puking his guts
out there in the backyard. I wasn't feeling nervous at all... I suppose that I
may have had just the most fleeting concern that somehow something would go
wrong and I wouldn't be able to properly subdue my mother, but it was a very
minor concern... I mean short of actually killing her, I was going to do
anything necessary to take mom in every manner that I had ever dreamed of...
and the horrible truth is that if I did go that one step too far, I would still
fuck her anyhow...
How's that for shockingly sick imagery?
Don't worry though, cause Tuesday morning wasn't anything nearly so dramatic.
It probably did help that I had the ether... I would have preferred chloroform,
but than again, from the start I did want her awake so she could move for me
and scream and stuff too... I almost didn't bother with the ether except I'd
paid my birthday money from Grandma to make the purchase so I had to get my
use... the stuff kind of stunk, but it did smell pretty powerful and I knew it
would make mom easier until I was able to get her bound for business,
With the knockout rag-panties in my hand [yeah, I guess I also thought it would
just be funny to use a pair of my mom's own worn panties to drug her], I
entered the back door... I had heard the water start up so I knew mom was
already all naked and just waiting for me to come get her. I looked at my
reflection in the cabinet glass and smiled how I was some excellent psycho
stalker about to devastatingly brutalize some poor, unsuspecting "good"
woman... GOD, EVIL IS FUN!!!
I started to undo my pants, but than I changed my mind... I didn't need to go
in naked was my sudden change of mind, but I errantly managed to catch myself
in the zipper... What a fucking thing "that" was... I suppose it is like some
sort of cosmic balance thing, but it just pissed me off so much. It even rained
on my joyful enthusiasm as I finished getting to the bathroom door. What
should have been nothing but blissful anticipation of a wondrous experience
which I was about to enjoy, was definitely distracted with the painful miscue
of the ridiculous zipper snafu.
I guess maybe, there might be no point in even mentioning the zipper thing,
other than it did piss me off and I think I therefore deserve some special
credit that I was so restrained in carrying through with the original level of
"encouragement" that I gave to my mother in those first few moments of our fun,
little date. I was really almost in a mood to just go totally mid-evil on
mom's ass [which retrospectively, would have been very ironically misplaced
retaliation... after-all, to blame her for my discomfort when I wouldn't have
even suffered the mishap if I wasn't in the process of orchestrating her own
total debasement would have just been wrong.]
Perhaps what gave me time to calm back down to my original intentions was
finding the door to the bathroom locked... In truth, I wasn't sure if it would
be or not... I mean, mom had every reason to expect to be alone and safe in her
own home so I guess did expect the door to be open for me. I suppose though,
that mom maybe had some sort of inherent fear controlling her on at least a
subconscious level about concern over getting surprise-raped in the shower or
something... too bad for mom, that no locked door was going to be getting in my
way from taking her as my total fuck-slut on Tuesday.
I did have to go back out to the kitchen though to get myself a ball-point pen.
What the fuck is that all about to make locks so easy to pick anyhow???
Oh well, the failure of that locked door to deliver my mother's hope of privacy
and protection as she took her shower, was the same failure that allowed my own
intentions to proceed so smoothly unfettered, so let me not be the one to decry
the absurdity of having such ridiculously easy to compromise security devices.
I was in my mother's bathroom with an ethyl soaked rag-panties in one hand as I
just so casually reached to yank open the shower curtain with my other hand.
How could life have been any better?
She didn't even scream.
I think mom managed to sputter out my name and I know I saw just a hint of
recognition in her eyes as I swiftly moved onto her in the tub. If it might
otherwise have been difficult for even as naively unsuspecting of a stupid
mother as I had, to rationally comprehend how there could be only one reality
as to what her young son would be doing suddenly surprising her in the shower,
I did my part to help her get the picture in fairly short and crudely blunt
order.
"Surprise mom, ready to get your brains fucked out, bitch?"
It was so empowering to call her the name I had used in fantasy for so long...
as I pushed her hard back into the wall, and managed to reach up to grab a
handful of her wet hair, I had to use some more words and they flowed like
water from my suddenly very gutter-mouth.
"What's the matter mommy? Are you going to be a crybaby-cunt? Bet you are so
fucking surprised, aren't you? It's time for you to learn what a "big" boy you
have now, you slut."
While I tried to get as many nasty expletives addressed to my formally
lip-service-respected mother, I was busy holding her head down as painfully as
I could by her wet hair as I shoved the ethyl filled rag-panties into her face
and made her breath it all in. It actually even made me a little lightheaded
as I got too close to the fumes... the shit may not have been as good as
chloroform or ghb or whatever as a "date" rape drug. but just as a knockout
agent, it really did a nice job... what minor struggle-efforts mom had been
able to offer up being taken by surprise and so aggressively overpowered just
melted away and she slumped down deliciously, seductively, submissively
helpless into my totally evil intentive control.
I giggled as I stepped back out of the tub and just let mom fall down. She
banged her head on the way to the ground. I spoke like a psychotic lunatic to
her as I casually stripped myself for action... whatever distraction my zipper
mishap had infected onto me was now obliterated by the overwhelming stimulus of
having my naked mother so available for my imminent use. Talking psychotically
and filthy-mouth to her was so much fun too as she was definitely dazed
helpless from the drugging but she was still able to be mumbling out some
shocked little pleadings to establish that she was perfectly aware of the
ultimate violation and betrayal that was being visited upon her.
"You are surprised aren't you mother-cunt? You are so fucking stupid. Did you
really think you could get away with being such a delicious little fuck and not
have me take your pussy? It will have to be a secret though mommy... daddy
probably wouldn't like it too much to know just how much you are going to be
enjoying it today. I am going to treat you in such filthy ways that you are
going to totally cum your fucking brains out and I am definitely going to cum
in you too... Did you want another baby like me, mom? I know about dad's
problem... You know I always wondered just what type of slut you must have been
to even get yourself knocked-up with me in the first place? Don't worry
though, I am sure that I am very potent, and I am very confidant I got you
figured out to be totally fertile today too... that's right, isn't it mommy...
are you primed to get yourself knocked up to becoming a grandmom all from your
own son???"
Too-bad mom's own mumbled verbiage was so limited to mostly be a few "no's" and
"pleases." Some tears finally started to roll as I finished my own strip and
jumped back into the tub with mom... I left the water run the whole time and it
sprayed down upon us as I went about my first pleasuring self-gratificational
act with my mother. I decided to get myself a blowjob.
A girl's mouth is so much better than a guy's own hand. I don't know if the
fact it was mom getting choked on my cock made it any better than normal, but I
kind of suspect whatever psychological bonus came from the incestuous outrage
of my activities were more than offset by her frustrating resistance to
surrender to the oral violation. I can only imagine how sweet it otherwise
might have been to be able to look down upon my mother kneeling submissively at
my feet and bobbing her head in sub-servitude to my rightful dominance, but it
wasn't anything remotely so serene. I had to slap her several times. I'm
pretty sure that was where I blackened her eyes. I tried to be honest with her
that resistance was utterly stupid and she was going to be raped anyhow, but
she seemed hung-up on cocksucking for me so I just had to basically fuck her
face. She was still drugged enough that it wasn't really overly hard to
manipulate her... I probably could have fucked her mouth without hitting her
first, but what the hell... in the end, I decided to pinch her air-supply
through her nose off until she opened her pretty, red lips, and than I was in
her wet, warm mouth.
And yeah, my fear of being "too-primed" proved unfortunately prophetic. As the
water rained down from the shower head in its futility to clean us in its
spray, I gave my mother a face soaking of a different kind by pulling my dick
back out of her mouth and aiming as much as I could for her eyes [another
personal little self-preference of mine... sorry!]
Mom seemed to realize what I was intending by quickly getting my cock as close
as I could, and she clenched her eyes shut in time before I could get my first
shot in. The awkwardness of being in the slippery-wet tub, and forcibly trying
to maneuver mom's face into my sperm flow while also futilely trying to control
my own aim all sort of ended up with mixed results... satisfactory enough, my
load was as good as I ever produced to give mom that proper, glazed-donut look,
but more went up as high as her hair than I personally like, and more also
dribbled off her face, down her neck and tits from her being all water-wet too.
I even sort of wiped some off when I accidentally kneed mom in the face, trying
to step back away and over-top of her in the dismount from her face-fucking,
but all-in-all the cumulation results of my first ever blowjob from mom were
nearly picture perfect... or at least perfect enough to be a picture.
Luckily, I knew mom kept the Polaroid camera in the bathroom closet so I
reached down and took her by the hair again after navigating my own exit from
the tub.
"We better get you cum-glazed slutty face out of the shower mommy, before it
gets too washed clean... Don't you dare wipe yourself till I get a picture
either, you filthy, cocksucking bitch, or I will push your face down into the
toilet and piss all over it for punishment."
I doubted mom had the energy to make the effort to wipe herself from having
been gagged on my cock and still being so drug-dazed, but talking about pissing
on her was funny anyhow. I got the camera and turned to snap my picture and
she was such a good, little rape-victim that she hadn't barely wiggled from
where I had just dropped her to the floor of the bathroom near the family
toilet. I just casually walked back over to mom to get a good camera angle to
capture the beautiful after-shine of her very first humiliation of the day.
"I wonder if I can maybe get some wall paper for my room made up with big
full-blown reproductions of that picture, huh mom? Wouldn't that be so cool if
every time you went into my room you had to see yourself all over all my walls
as the filthy, sexy mommy-fuck-toy you are? Dad wouldn't be able to see
though. You are probably going to have to lie to him though and say maybe you
got raped in the park or something to explain all the bruises and stuff I am
going to give you when I spank you and everything... I guess you could say
someone broke into the house here and gave you a good rape just so long as you
say he wore a mask or something and gloves so as not to leave fingerprints. I
guess there will be time to get your story straight later though but right now
its time to get that sexy cunt of yours all fucked full of your new baby mommy
cause on this wondrous anniversary celebration of the fantastic day you were
first blessed with me, I think it is so perfect that you begin the process of
making another "luving" child that can maybe do this ll again to keep the
family tradition alive when he gets old enough himself."
Mom actually did manage to get out a couple of hot little, "please don'ts,
you'll get me pregnants." over the next half-hour or so. Mostly she just kind
of cried though... it wasn't an even great, totally hysterical crying either,
but more of a simple subdued sobbing. She did mix in a few moans and whimpers
though, and to my ears it was easy to interpret that they weren't all
attributable to the negativity of getting her cunt rape-fucked by my eagerly
rock-hard cock.
I had paused first to use the duct tape to secure mom's hands behind her back
to make sure the fuck wouldn't turn into some sort of distracting wrestling
match. I tossed her up onto her own marital bed that was formerly the
providencial domain of my father. I told her that I was going to give the bed
a far better workout of the springs than he had ever done. I wanted mom's
assault to her sensibilities to be absolutely maximized. After-all, I would
never get the opportunity to do mom's christening rape again, and such a
momentous occasion really mandated due attentive consideration to the "little
details."
Towards the end of building up a little suspense, I didn't even just jump mom's
cunt and stuff her full of cock when I had her tossed up on her bed, but
instead I paced myself back and actually gave her a quick licking. It isn't
anything that I really dig to be truthful, but it allowed me to laugh at her
and tell her she was wet so it proved she was a slut... having mom squirm
around on the bed as though she was making some lame-ass effort to avoid the
improperness of having her own boy-child lick her slut-mom-pussy was kind of
okay. I also went up and gave both those amazing tits of hers a few good, hard
squeezes and a very quick, but salavaly wet mouthing of her nipples. To top
off the "foreplay" I giggled out another very thinly-veiled declaration that my
intention was to definitely impregnate my mother.
"mmm, mom, your titties are so delicious. I wish I could remember how much fun
I had milking you when I was little. I bet this brings back some memories to
you though, huh? Did you used to get all naked with me back then when you
nursed me, mom? You fucking, cock-teaser... you act so damn innocent going off
to church each Sunday and being all lovey-dovey with daddy all the time, but I
just know you are so deliciously hot that you must be a really secretive slut.
bet you did suck me when I was too little to remember, but now I'm big enough
to remember everything. You already know how big I was in your mouth, so now
you can feel how big your little boy is going to be in that unprotected
mommy-cunt of yours so we can get you all knocked-up and then next time that I
milk you on my birthday, I will get the drink I want."
[Okay, I guess that declaration of intention was strongly enough worded not to
even qualify as being considered "thinly-veiled."]
So anyhow, there it was... mom knew I was going to knock her up but with her
hands bound up so nice-and-tight, all she could do is just lay there and take
it while I easily spread her legs wide and made my mount. You would never have
known it was my first time.
Wow... it really is something to remember it all. Unfortunately I have just
cum here in my pants trying to write this all down. I suppose I could go on
with more detail of just how I fucked my mother for the rest of the day and
that unfortunate little thing she did when she tried to get away, but what
would be the point. After I had finished punishing her, mom was just a rather
typical slave-fuck from what I understand is the norm when a boy does the
mother thing... I mean, dad bought it all hook-line-and-sinker when we lied
about the big, bad, black man that did her up proper. Claiming the dude was
black may not have made sense when mom's new bastard is going to be white, but
what the fuck... dad is funny about all that, and giving him this idea will
keep him away from mom to allow her to be more available to my continuing
assaults. I really tend not to like the idea of dad being around at all and
maybe I will fix all that after I make sure the insurance policy will provide,
but in the meantime I guess mom can have her other cock cause it ain't like I
am sticking to just her pussy as hot as it is...
What? Is that a surprising thing to read as you reach the last paragraphs? Did
you think that a boy would be satisfied enough with his own mother as his
sex-slave not to be looking to branch out and rape other stupid, unsuspecting
cunts? While, I guess I could be happy with just mom, but really Miss
Pietraszek, did you think I would confess all this for you to find out in this
little assignment if I wasn't just about to come into the room and rape you
too... go ahead and scream if you want. We're all alone in the school...
[to be continued?]
This story isn't going to be continued. Just want to be on record with that
cause I continue to have too many floating tangents out there needing closing
and I am so bad at devoting my energies to new projects at the expense of my
ongoing concerns. Sorry to the faithful, but fear not cause the commitment is
being made to have every current ongoing story line definitively completed by
the time the first snow falls this year.
If you did want to make a push that I finish up a particular story of your
interest before another, I will try to honor the majority interest with the
allotment of my writing resources. If you are new to my work or simply a fan
of other great Internet erotic literature, I do send out the url's to the sites
I post to anyone who requests them. I also warmly receive criticism to my
writing... thoughtful critique helps me grow as a writer while something
venomously hateful wouldn't hurt my feelings either. As always though, gushful
praise is very stroking to my ego.
Whatever you wanted to send my way should be sent to mkarl2000@hotmail.com
[serving the new millennium] June 5/2000
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