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Copyright (C) 1999, Mkarl. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday PM, July 22, 1999
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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive,
Filename: mfuck5.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com
A Mother Fucking Odyssey V
By Mkarl
It was amazing to look at my mother and know that I had fucked her. Even
with the years of her constantly cock teasing me, it was still an awesome
mountain which I had conquered and I felt tremendous gratitude to whichever of
the gods favored the perverted. I mean my Mom was a hot chick and everything
but I was not fooling myself. The reason I considered my Mom as the ultimate
score was that she was "my Mom" I had fucked my Mom. I was an actual
mother-fucker.
My cum was in my mother's cunt. Maybe my baby was even in her. I wanted
her to be pregnant so badly. It would be bad. It had to happen.
I had managed to enjoy three fucks with my Mom on our first day of our
new lives together. Then my Dad had returned home. I longed to spend the night
with my Mom. To sleep in her bed with both of us naked so we could fuck like
animals. My Mom was like a drug to me and I was hooked. She had showered before
Dad got home but I watched her and knew my sperm was in her. I knew I was
grinning like a little idiot and Mom shot me a look like she wanted me to cut
it out but what could she do? We both knew my Dad would freak out if he ever
even imagined the truth. It would be way too much for his boring little brain
to comprehend. I wanted to flaunt it in front of him. I wanted to let him know
who's sperm was running down the inside of his wife's thighs. I wanted Dad to
know that his wife was now a fucked-mother and I intended to dirty her in ways
that would crush him forever if he ever found out.
I barely slept that night as I spent the time straining my ears to make
sure Mom was not giving my Dad any. I felt anger that my Mom was with my Dad. I
know I was being the ultimate brat but it was true. I never wanted my Dad to
get my Mom again. Even if the idea of Dad licking my Mom as she had my cum in
her made me giggle, my thoughts still just fixated on all the ways I could get
Dad out of our lives while I tossed and turned and waited for morning.
I had an erection when I woke and found my Mom in the kitchen. The
playful little bitch spun around and gave me a slap in the face as I grabbed
her from behind. "Your father will catch us."
"Let him Mom."
"Michael no. That is wicked. You can't hurt him. He is your father."
"Your my mother and you know what I did to you. Three times Mom."
"Yes, I remember."
"Did you fuck him?"
"MICHAEL!"
"Did you fuck him last night Mom?"
"You heard. You made so much noise pressing your ear up to the glass
against our door I was terrified your Dad was going to catch you. Michael you
have to be mature about this. I wanted this for so long but we need your Dad. I
did not fuck him last night and I plan to have a "headache" for the next few
days too. My pussy is yours but not when your Dad is just outside"
"I'm hard now Mom. I want to cum in you now."
"Your Dad."
"He won't catch us Mom. You know you want it. I want you to look out the
window at him while I take you."
I pushed Mom over to the sink and hiked up her robe. Mom moaned like the
slut she is as I tugged down her panties around her knees. I slid my sweats
down around my own knees and took my mount.
"He doesn't do it for you Mom. Look at him clean the yard like an idiot
while I give you the fuck you need. He does not deserve you Mom. You should
have better. You need bigger cocks Mom. I am bigger then Dad. That is why I am
better. A Nigger is bigger then me. You need the biggest cocks Mom. You need a
wonderful black cock. I am going to be your pimp and whore you to the football
team Mom. If they win the championship this year then I will give you to them
for their locker room celebration. Have you ever been gang-banged Mom? I will
breed you with every Nigger that can afford the two dollars you will cost. If
you do not want to have to explain to "that" loser how you are sticking him
with a black bastard then you better breed for me now. It is the only way you
are not going to have yourself a Nigger child."
Mom was barely able to breathe as I humped her. Dad could turn and see us
in the window at any second. He would only see our faces but the danger was
awesome for my Mom. She was such a slut. It was wonderful but it disgusted me
too. I mean a Mom is suppose to be the girl a kid respects more then anyone
else in the whole world but my Mom was a total slut. I had to dirty her. I had
to use and abuse her in every filthy way I could imagine so she knew exactly
what she was.
"I want you to open the window Mom and tell me you want my baby."
"He might hear us Michael."
"Do it Mom."
She was mine. It was all I could do to hold back my ejaculation as she
slid open the window. "Now Mom."
"I want your baby."
"Louder Mom."
"Michael no."
"Say it louder. Dad won't hear."
"Michael. This will kill him."
"Probably. You know you want it Mom. Moan sexy. Say you want my baby.
Shout it."
"NO! You wicked boy. This is so evil. I want your baby. I WANT YOUR
BABY!"
My eyes were focused on my Dad. He was across the yard and didn't even
flinch but it did not matter to me. I was finished.
"Oh my god Michael. What are you doing to me. This is so insane. We have
to stop."
I did not know if I should feel hurt or amused as my Mom shamefully
pulled up her panties and quickly closed the window. It really could not matter
what she was suddenly feeling but it was curious as to her immediate change of
direction from shouting out such perversion to suddenly being the little saint.
"You should put on some shorts Mom and go let Dad see my cum running down
your legs."
"Michael. This was such a mistake. You are so wicked. I have spent
seventeen years being faithful to your father. I love him Michael. Do you
understand. I was wrong to be with you. It is my fault that you are like this.
I teased you wickedly. I know what I did was wrong. Now it has gone too far. I
may have your baby in me. Michael I am "your" mother. How can we be so sick to
do that."
"It is not sick Mom. People can say that but it could never be sick. I
love you."
"You don't love me Michael. What you are doing is not what boys do who
love their mother's. You don't respect me. I can't blame you but we have to
stop."
"We are never going to stop Mom. I can behave. Don't be scared Mom. This
is what we need. Dad will never find out until you are ready."
I had to watch my Mom with suspicion as the day played out. I could not
imagine she meant it that it would be over. The genie was out of the bottle and
could never be put back in. She was mine but I knew she loved it. It was a
laugh that she would hold out but then it was bedtime and I was dying with
lust. I mean I should have been able to accept that Mom had loyalty to Dad and
could not hurt him yet, but I wanted it and a sixteen year old kid does all his
thinking between his legs. I got into bed and just muttered under my breath
that Mom better damn well have a head ache for Dad when my door opened. I could
hear the water running in the washroom to trick Dad into thinking she was
preparing for bed.
"If you can do it quick and quiet you can send me to him with your cum
running down my legs."
What a slut. Of course I was ready. Mom said we could not risk a fuck as
it would be too loud so she dropped to her knees. It was really nice. I told
her when I felt it and we quickly coupled so I could finish in her. Mom gave me
a look like she was in total heat. I knew she was mine. I knew it.
"I want you to wake me for school with a good-morning blow job Mom."
"Okay sweety."
We had to be sneaky for three more days as Dad was totally in the way
until he was finally on his way back to work. I wanted to fuck Mom as soon as I
got home from school but she was not there. Actually, I had wanted to skip
school and do an all day fuckathon but she told me she had to go to the city.
When she did not return until past ten I was furious with her if also quite
concerned. I was almost insane with lust as she pulled into the yard.
"Where you Mom."
"Was I bad honey. Did your slut-Mommy keep her horny baby waiting."
Now "that" had me listening.
"Help little slut-Mommy with these packages and we can take care of all
your horny needs baby."
My eyes almost bugged out as I saw the video camera. I saw a bag with
some toys too. Of course there was also groceries but I really wanted to see
the toys.
"Wait Michael. First we have to unpack so it does not spoil then we can
see what type of punishment this bad little slut-Mommy deserves for not being
available as your fuck-toy today."
I could barely keep my hands to myself as Mom bent over this way and that
putting things in the cupboards. Then it was time.
"What do you have in mind Mom?"
"You are a wicked boy Michael and it is ridiculous to pretend anything
but what type of girl I really am. It is so bad now just for us to fuck and if
I am having your baby then that is pretty much the ultimate but I know what you
really want to do to me and I want to try it all. You need to hurt me Michael.
You need to punish me for teasing you for so long. I drove you to that slut
Lean and those other bitches. I know you like it hard Michael. I want to be
treated like when I made your sister Tracy. I want to be beaten and raped
again. Prepare me for the Niggers you are going to sell me to."
"I think I should spank you Mom. Hard! Hard enough that you won't be
sitting down for a week. You are being very bad. You should be hurt."
"Yes Michael. Learn me. I want you to learn me a real proper lesson. I
spanked you when you were little. I tried to be the boss but all I am is a
slut-Mom. Show me how I deserve to get my ass spanked until I cry my eyes out.
Make me scream for mercy but don't give me any honey. I deserve it all."
Mom had purchased a special leather paddle at the sex shop in the city.
We giggled as I commented on how she must have looked like a little slut and
she lied telling me that she had confessed to the clerks the toys were for her
and her son. I suggested we set up the video but Mom said it would take too
long to charge the battery and we should save it to film her first Nigger
experience as a married woman. It was great to constantly hear her commit to
"that" idea and I made a mental note to set it up as quick as possible.
Mom stripped naked while I found the handcuffs in the bag. I told her to
put her hands behind her back and she said to make her.
"Hit me Michael. Slap my face."
I was a little unsure of the water.
"Just do it Michael. Don't disappoint me. Bruise me if you like. I am up
for anything. Call me every filthy name you can imagine. Tell me what you
really think of me. Hurt me. Make me cry. Use me in the most degrading ways you
ever dreamed of. Just do it."
"Mom, I can't. Not like that. I don't want to go to far."
"You can't go too far Michael. We can end up in any situation when I work
as your whore. We could end up getting killed by psychos. The game we are in
now has no rules but if you need it we can have a safe word. If I cry out my
middle name it will mean I can't take it but unless you are about to kill me it
just is not going to happen."
It was awfully suggestive and the thought of hurting her had always been
lurking just below the surface of my emotions for my Mom but I knew I was not
going to be able to go as extreme as she wanted. I was really more into
humiliation then violence so Mom was going to get the fuck beat out of her but
it would be done tastefully and with love.
I struck my Mom across the face and took her hair. She resisted and I had
to hit her again and again. I forced her right arm behind her back first. I
pushed it up as high as I could so she would feel it.
"Give it up bitch or I will break it."
Mom tried to kick back between my legs. The move surprised me and almost
connected. She obviously was going to make this "rape" as realistic as
possible. I was in for a fun time. I forced her face down on the bed and pushed
her face into the pillow cutting off her breath. I grabbed her hair with both
hands and moved up to put my knee into the small of her back as I shook her
head up and down.
"I said put your fucking arms behind your back you stupid cunt."
Mom submissively complied and I put the metallic shackles around her
wrists and cinched them tight. I rolled her over and pressed my lips to hers
but the playful bitch tried to keep her mouth shut and I had to slap her again.
I saw the color in her face and told her she was going to have to lie to my Dad
that she fell down the steps when the bruises came in. Mom was saying in
character and begged me to let her go but I just told her again that I was
going to spank her ass for her years of wicked cock-teasing and being the
filthiest Mommy-slut ever. I reached for the bag of times and took out the ball
gag.
"You are going to scream Mom and cry like a baby but this will keep you
quiet so it will not annoy me. Too bad I won't hear your safety word either but
then you don't think you need it. I am going to use my hand first like you did
when I broke your vase that time. Then when I have you tender I will use the
paddle. You get it for ten minuets Mom whither you can handle it or not. It is
going to make me hard to see you scream and cry so when I am done spanking you
then I will have your ass. No lubrication for you Mom but you had a Nigger
sandwich double penetration when you made my big sister so you don't need any
do you."
Mom bit her lip. I don't know if it was anxiety, anticipation, or just
reflex. I stuffed the gag into her mouth and secured it tight. I just rolled
her over and grabbed her pants. She was going to be paddled bare ass naked. Mom
did not lift herself at all to help me get her pants off. She wanted to stay in
character. I rewarded her by taking her panties and ripping them off of her.
She later told me they were her favorite pair but it was too late. It felt so
primal just to tear the panties to pieces ripping them from my mother's naked
body.
I wanted Mom over my knees. It is the only position for me when spanking
a slut. I pulled her hair hard enough to snap her head back. She gave me a
scream through the gag and it sounded delicious. I draped Mom over my knees.
The polished chrome of the cuffs caught a gleam of light and dances for me as I
put my hand to her ass. It was not like it had been with Michelle or Lean. It
was my Mom and I was spanking her. I was the master and she was the slave. She
was my slave.
Mom squirmed against me as if eager to have her cute little behind
spanked without mercy. I gave it to her as hard as I can with the flat of my
hand. Mom started to respond straightening out with each slap to her cheeks,
kicking her legs in helpless indignation. I saw my Mom's ass redden as the
blood vessels at the surface gave way to the onslaught. I spent five minuets
and stroked her over one hundred times before I reached for the paddle. My hand
was actually beginning to get sore so I could only imagine how her ass felt.
Mom was not in tears yet but she had cried out and moaned through the rubber
ball gag as I had punished her. She had wiggled on my lap as if in a mock
attempt to squirm free but I knew the bitch was only trying to feel my hardon.
She needed it turned up so I brought the paddle down on her ass.
I wanted to hit her full force but I have never been into broken bones or
junk like that and even in the crazy lust of a sixteen year old spanking his
naked mother, I was still cognizant of the fact that permanent damage would
interfere with future fun so I held back to about three quarter power. Mom
literally jumped as she felt it. She almost bounced off my lap to the floor and
I had to grab her with my free arm to hold her in place as I used the paddle
again and again. There was no more fear that her muffle screams were being
faked and Mom tried to get her hands down in an instinctive reflex to protect
her stinging ass.
I allowed myself a giggle wondering if any of her muffled cries were a
futile attempt to cry out her safety word. She had said she did not need it and
the clock was turning. I finally got the tears I wanted with just over a minuet
to go. I had spanked her until she could not take it any longer and then I
spanked her some more. She got the full ten minuets until I finished off on her
ass and just dumped her unceremoniously on the floor.
"You little crybaby. You thought you were so tough. You are my Mom but
look at you now slut. Cry for me baby. I am the master now. I own your ass. I
own you Mom. You are my slave. You are my sex-slave Mommy. I will give you to
every Nigger in my school. We are going to take a trip to that bar where you
were raped to make Tracy and I am going to pimp your ass in the men's washroom
for a quarter per guy. There is nothing too filthy for you Mom. I can even
breed you to our dogs and you will take it because you are such a worthless
slut. I spit on you Mom. I should piss all over your face. Yeah Mom. You are
filthier then a toilet. You are filthier then a toilet in the locker room at
school that the football team shits in. I am going to take you to the
basketball court when the Niggers have a game on. We will put an out of order
sign on the facilities but have you there all nice and naked bound up tight
with a sign around your neck that reads "portable pay toilet. 25 cents per use.
No m going to fuck your ass and I hope it hurts bitch."
Mom rose easy as I took her hair and got her up on all fours. Either she
was agreeing to all the perversion I was planning for her or she realized the
ball gag was making it useless to try to get out her safe word. In either case
I was not concerned as her body was giving me all the confirmation I needed to
see she was getting what she needed. I thought about taking her doggy style on
the floor but decided that hearing the bedsprings would add to the mood and
forced her face down onto the bed.
"Stick that ass up like you mean it bitch," I ordered her as I decided to
have the decency to give her a finger first to allow her body a small chance to
prepare for the full anal invasion. I penetrated her easily enough despite the
lack of lubrication and probed her gently so as to allow her the last chance to
accustomize herself to the feel of having her ass filled and then I took my
rightful mount.
I snuggled down tight onto my mother from behind and settled in for some
proper deep probe fucking. Mom wiggled at the last instant as though to avoid
the anal violation but she was not going anywhere and I speared her with my
first thrust. Mom's yelp was surprisingly voicerist through the ball gag
securely in place. Mom was helpless underneath me to do anything but submit as
I excitedly jabbed my stiff cock into her tightest opening. The more Mom
struggled the better it felt for me. I had not allowed her to get on all fours
and she had to strain to hold her ass up for my use. It was a huge laugh to see
her try to maintain the pretense of the rape theme while practically doing the
fucking for me. Mom finally collapsed under my weight and I finished the scene
working my cock in and out of her tight little behind before closing with a
series of the most powerful thrusts I could muster driving her down deep into
the bed as I filled her ass with my slimy orgasm.
I took the ball gag out then. "You still okay Mom?"
"You were wonderful Michael. Almost as good as a Nigger. You could have
been harder. slave-Mommy will take anything for her master."
Mom had took all I had for the Moment. I tried a couple of the big knobby
dildos and one of the long hard vibrators in her pussy before we drifted off to
sleep like the lovers we finally were.
I could fill pages with the action of the next few days but it is nothing
I have not already said. Fucking my Mom then and forever since is an experience
I will never tire of but for the purpose of this work I am trying to focus on
key elements and events that facilitated my mother fucking odyssey. I had
intended for this to be the final chapter of the epic but I just got word that
duty calls so I will have to wrap it all up in part six. If you are into sneak
previews I plan to deal with some more risk playing with my Dads final days in
the picture, the hassles of finding real life black guys who even come close to
fulfilling the far out fantasy creations of my mind and the weird little
experiments with some of the local farm animals of our neighbors. The final
parentage of Mom's third child also gets confirmed much to my Dad's disconcert.
I will finish it up tonight and have it posted by tomorrow unless a
catastrophe occurs in the mean time. As always I encourage any form of fee from
criticism to praise. I want my stories to reach their audience and I first need
to know what my audience wants. I am replying to everyone who emails me at
mkarl@mrdouble.com unless you specify you want no reply. My first stories were
for myself but I was so pleased with the response I have received that I want
the rest to be for everyone. I know many elements of my stories push the limits
of societies tolerance so I really need to get a gage how far my audience wants
me to go. Until A Mother Fucking Odyssey VI goes up tomorrow I am always Mkarl.
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