My Mother, My Personal Whore: Pt. 01

My Mother, My Personal Whore, Part 1

So I'm a horny motherfucker OK?

I'm not in love with my mother, this isn't a case of creepy smotherlove or Norman Bates and his mom. She's not still breastfeeding me at 18 and you won't find me wearing her clothes or anything like that. Other than having made her, trained her, to be my own personal whore we have a pretty normal mother-son relationship. Sure, fucking my mom is pretty fucked up, I'm not saying it isn't. I'm just saying that other than that, we're mostly normal. Well, sort of.

So yeah I'm a sick fuck OK. A porn-addled guy from a porn-soaked generation. If I had to, I'd class myself as a pervert. I own that. I'm a pervert. Try growing up these days and not be. I've seen it all, thought it all, and jerked off three times a day over it.

I didn't even start out wanting to fuck my mom though. It's not like it's the usual thing to do. She was just my mom. Sometimes we got along, sometimes not, in the way that families do. We weren't especially close, but nor were we distant, we were more just like average you know?

My mother is not always an easy woman. She is hard on herself a lot of the time. Sometimes hard on me, well I think so anyway. Maybe I'm just entitled.

It's just us. My father passed away when I was eight. My mother has been single since.

Now you may be thinking you know where this goes. Obsessed boy starts ogling his frustrated sexy mother, creeps on her as she walks around inappropriately dressed, sniffs her panties, spies on her showering until at last he bursts into her room finding her masturbating and overcome with lust stuffs his swollen cock up her long deprived cunt and despite her denial she loves it? Something like that?

Yeah, right. This isn't one of those stories. It wasn't like that.

Not at all.

****

In the time before when she wasn't-yet-my-whore-and-she-was-just-my-mom, she was always at me. We fought. I wasn't taking my college studies seriously enough. I hadn't cleaned my room. I spend too much time chasing girls. The wrong sort of girls. That's my biggest sin in Mom's eyes.

Mom would be OK with me seeing a nice respectable girl, someone she approved of, but I don't have a girlfriend. I don't want a serious girlfriend. I'm not looking for one. There's a time for that, it's just not now. I enjoy my casual hook ups. I enjoy seeing several girls. I just want to have fun.

That was my worst offence. Take Rosa for instance. Mom does not approve of Rosa's booty shorts, her cleavage, her tattoos. She's a tramp, she says, look at how she behaves. I mean she's not wrong. Mom says look at her with her boobs hanging out and her butt sticking out of her shorts and says David I don't know why you associate with that girl. I'm sure you can already understand the attraction though!

She's very religious. Mom I mean, not Rosa. Old school religion. Fire and brimstone. Sex before marriage is a sin, gay sex is a sin, masturbation is a sin. Women should be modest and chaste, and man is the natural head of a household. Guilt, shame, repression, inhibition, that's how she was raised. Family, home, church, that's her world.

She's very disappointed to have a porn-obsessed tramp-banging Godless pervert son. Godless, yes she calls me that. It's unfair. Like I'm not like her certainly, I don't think gay people will go to hell, and I most assuredly am an enthusiastic masturbator. I do believe though, in my own way, and I am constantly full of guilt over all my lusts and how far I am from her ideal.

How could I not? I am her creation.

***

She's a modest woman. There are no booty shorts and low cut tops in her wardrobe, no bikinis, no miniskirts, no whorish makeup. She's not like that.

She dresses respectably as a good Christian woman should. She always looks nice though. People say she always looks elegant, well dressed, impeccable hair and nails. Even though it's a sin she is actually quite vain about her appearance. She was a state beauty queen back in the day and it shows.

A girl should look after her figure, I heard her say to one of her sisters. Slim and trim, not bad for forty-two.

***

She's at me about the porn. She snoops. Look under a rock and you might find something you don't want to see, look through your teenage son's browser history and the same. Don't look under rocks I say. Anyway it's my fault for not having better OPSEC and underestimating her tech savvy.

So she knows. The anal, the gangbangs, the asian girls, the pee. She's disgusted, by all of it, and by me. Filth. Immorality. I should be ashamed of myself, she says. It's a sin to spill my seed on the ground, the sin of Onan. She's ashamed to have such a dirty beast for a son she says.

I am ashamed. I'm embarrassed to be found out, embarrassed to be being chastised over my private fantasies now exposed and ridiculed by my mother. Harangued over Sarah and Rosa, "your tramps."

I'm angry too. I'm almost shaking with it. How dare you, I want to scream, how dare you go through my affairs and violate my privacy like this. How dare you treat me like I'm still a little boy and not eighteen? How fucking dare you!

***

She wouldn't let it go. Back and back to it she would come, for days. She is praying for me. We need to pray for me. Do I want to speak to the pastor?

No, no I really fucking don't! I want you to leave it the fuck alone!

That's when I went through her stuff in her bedroom.

I wasn't looking for anything. I didn't expect to find anything.

I just wanted to violate her privacy like she had mine. It was just revenge, that's all.

So there I was rummaging, rummaging through everything, rummaging through her boring bland underwear just because she deserved it even though I knew she had no secrets. That's when I found it.

It wasn't arousing to me. I've already said I wasn't into my mother back then. She was just Mom, nothing more. It didn't spark lust in me, nor did it inspire compassion or sympathy for a woman single and sexless for ten years.

It sparked anger.

You have a vibrator. You. There's no one else on the planet that this would make me even raise an eyebrow but you.

You hypocritical bitch.

After the way you have treated me you have a vibrator!

***

After a while my anger faded. I'm glad she has it. Not glad because it must give her pleasure or solace, not glad because I imagine her using it. I don't even think about that.

I'm glad because this levels the playing field, it's a chance for comeuppance! I've never said I'm above petty revenge!

Oh, I'm the dirty beast am I? Just me?

Oh we are going to talk about this mother!

***

I wouldn't say I was cackling with glee when I confronted her when she got home from work that night. It's not like I was some joyous grinning maniac waving a vibrator in the poor embarrassed woman's face the moment she arrived! No, I had decided to raise the subject maturely and calmly not yell at her like she had me!

"What's this Mom?", I wave it only a little theatrically. I did say I wasn't cackling, I never said I wasn't enjoying this.

She is bright red, flushed, embarrassed.

"Well?"

"You shouldn't go through my things. It's wrong!"

"You went through my things!"

"That's different. I'm your mother."

"It's not different."

"It is!"

"It's not!"

"It is!"

"Anyway, what is this? You didn't answer."

She grew even redder again.

Silence.

A pause.

"It's a massager David. You know how sore my shoulder gets."

"A massager? Wow. It's just like a vibrator don't you think? It's even got cute little rabbit ears that go over your clit!"

"David! Enough! I don't want to hear you use such language. You've had your fun."

"My fun? Was it fun when you invaded my privacy? Why do you need this hmm?"

"David... please..."

"Why do you need this mother?"

"Stop it."

"Why do you have this mother? What was it you said to me... are you a dirty beast?"

She didn't look at me when she answered, she spoke so quietly I almost didn't hear it.

"David... I have... needs. Leave it alone please."

"We all have needs Mom."

"Are we done David?" she said icily.

Actually we had been until you spoke like that mother. Now we're not.

I hadn't planned this. I just reacted.

"What are you doing?"

I'm pulling you over my knee mother! That's what I'm doing!

"David!"

Smack!

"Ow! David! Stop!"

Smack!

Smack!

"Oww!"

"Stop your wriggling mother, you deserve this!"

Smack!

Thwack!

"I said stop your wriggling!"

I flip her skirt up above her hips. Her panties come into view, bland white cotton. Very unsexy.

I know I shouldn't but I am mad and she really does deserve this.

I pull Mom's panties down, push them down to around her knees. Her bottom emerges, plump and round, a peach slightly pink from the first spanks.

"No... David.. enough.."

Smack! The sound resounds much more fully on her bare skin.

Smack!

"Be still Mom. You're not getting out of this. You deserve this for how you've treated me."

Smack!

Smack!

And she is still, she keeps her legs tightly shut together. She is a modest woman and getting her bare bottom spanked by her son is certainly no reason to let her legs part like a slut.

She whimpers a little.

Smack!

Smack!

I stop at twenty.

Her bottom has a fine rosy hue.

"Go to your room mother!"

"Yes David."

***

I hadn't planned to spank her. I hadn't planned to take her panties down.

It just felt right in the moment.

It wasn't erotic at first. I wasn't after a sexual thrill. I did it because she fucking well deserved it, because she deserved to be embarrassed like I had been.

Then it changed, the moment her ass came into view it was like a circuit switched in my brain. It's not even the beauty of my mother's ass, it's not like I've not seen asses before.

It was the power I had over her at that moment.

The sheer unadulterated masculine power. That and the very wrongness of it!

By the end of her spanking I had a raging erection! Did she feel it under her?

She must have.

Thou shalt not uncover thy mother's nakedness. I've not seen her even partially naked since I was a little kid.

A line has been crossed. A major transgression against society.

It felt fucking amazing!

***

Later that evening she approached me.

"I think we need a reset David. I didn't like that you went through my room and found my... things."

Oddly enough she didn't mention the spanking she had received only hours before. Are you too embarrassed Mom?

"I didn't like that you went through mine."

"Perhaps we were both wrong. Reset?"

"After your second spanking."

"What???"

"I have decided on two parts. That will complete your chastisement. After that then we will speak no more of it."

I know I'm really pushing it. I'm pushing my luck, half expecting her to lose her shit and launch into a tirade. I'm just dying to do it again and I'd be lying to say I'm not after it the second time entirely for the thrill of it.

"Do we have to?"

"Yes, it will clear the air properly. Didn't I hear you say once that marital discipline is sometimes necessary in Christian homes?"

"That is between a husband and his wife, not a boy and his mother!"

"I am the man of this house mother. A house should be headed by a man you have said this to me many times."

"Yes, but this is inappropriate, and my bottom is still sore."

"I have decided. It's settled. Tomorrow at 9PM, over my knee twenty more spanks on your bare bottom. After that we shall have the reset and will not mention our differences again."

I look at her. She is twitching slightly, she is red in the face.

Finally she speaks.

"Yes David."

***

I cannot believe she agreed to it! I think she was too embarrassed to resist though and wanted to close the conversation down. Agree, get it over with, move on and pretend it never happened!

She is particularly nice to me the following day. Pleasant, not in my face, makes me a nice lunch. Maybe she thinks I will relent, or forget?

That's never going to happen Mom!

8.30 PM

"It's nearly time. Get ready Mom."

She almost jumped.

"David... I thought we... let's not OK? It's been a good day."

"You agreed mother."

"I know what I said but that was last night. I was flustered."

"You're not talking your way out of this. We'll do it in the dining room over one of the chairs. Wear your white nightie, nothing else, nothing underneath."

"David!! Must we?"

"Yes mother, we must. 30 minutes. Don't be late."

I'm not going to lie and pretend I didn't enjoy that.

***

I still didn't think she was going to show though. I half expected furious Mom was about to re-emerge and I don't know, kick my ass or throw me out on the street or something. That would have stopped everything that followed in its tracks.

She did show though. On time, timid looking, clutching her hands together nervously and dressed in her white nightie like I had said. I thought she looked very beautiful.

It's not a sexy nightgown, it's long and fairly shapeless but it seems intimate to spank her in it. The only garment she owns that anyone would class as sexy is her yoga leggings, which I've only ever seen her in very briefly a couple of times. They are really tight and hug her bottom.

God, I've been dreaming about this, looking forward to this all day!

I'm not going to rush. I'm going to draw this out. Savour it. There are some moments in life that you just need to linger on.

"It's time mother."

I took her hand and guided her, not ungently, over my lap.

Oh sweet Jesus I'm going to enjoy this!

Her hands are by her sides holding the hems of her nightie. They are trembling slightly.

I lower her hands and take hold of the hems myself. I start to inch her nightie up slowly up her hips. I am rock hard already. Oh sweet Jesus!

I take my time. I'm not a little kid anymore that quickly rips the wrapping off his Christmas present. Inch by inch, I revel in the increasing exposure.

She's got a really nice figure my mom. That's what you can safely say even platonically about someone yeah? You can say oh that Mrs Johnson has a nice figure, it's not like saying damn that woman's butt drives me crazy. It's not like I was unaware of her figure, I'd just like never been interested, never paid attention because she's just my mom right? Tonight though I'm so aware, these are really nice thighs I'm uncovering now. God, they are so sexy. It's a crime for you to keep these covered up all the time mother!

She is breathing loudly. She mostly looks away from me but I can see her face is scarlet red. I am babbling away happily, laying it on thick.

"You brought this on yourself mother. You were rude and disrespectful. You disrespected me as the head of the family, as a man. You deserve this. You need discipline."

She says little. Did I just announce myself as the head of the family? Damn I talk some shit at such moments!

The nightie is bunched up around her upper thighs now. Soon I will know.

Did you follow my instructions Mom? Are you naked underneath?

Please, please God, let her be bare!

Another inch, another.

Bare flesh.

Oh sweet Jesus!

My mother's delicious round peach naked before my greedy eyes again.

Feast your eyes David! I feast! My eyes soak up the glory that is my mother's bare bottom.

My hands rest on it. I pat it gently.

Mom flinches slightly and whimpers softly.

I cup her buttcheek, run my hand over it, savouring its soft smoothness and its warmth.

"Just warming you up Mom."

Smack!

She flinches again.

"That's One!"

I rub my hand in a circle over where the spank landed.

Smack! On the other cheek!

"Two!"

A rub.

Why did I only say twenty? It should have been fifty! One hundred!

Oh yes, praise the Lord, I'm taking my time. There is no hurry after all. Just a boy and his mother, smacks resounding in the night, soothing butt rubs afterwards and her soft little cries and whimpers. A boy and his throbbing erection that she would have felt because he at one point adjusted her so she was lying on it directly. I didn't care at that point, the warmth and softness of her thighs felt good.

In my imagination later it was different. All the things I would have liked to have said. Stick your ass up slut! Higher! Get that slutty ass up! Spread your legs, let me see. Show your holes! Keep those legs apart! Don't you dare close them! Then to push her off my knee and down to the floor, to undo my pants before her big horrified eyes and to guide my swollen cock between her pretty lips.

"Suck."

"David, no!!!"

"Suck mother!"

"That's it, just like that, good girl. Suck. Suck."

"Suck it you little whore!"

Gagging noises.

"Swallow it all."

It wasn't like that though. Instead my prim mother kept her legs firmly shut together again, determined to keep such modesty as she could while bare assed over my knee and lying on my swollen hard cock. I was too unsure then about how things were to have pulled her asscheeks apart to see what I longed to see, or to have pushed my hand between her thighs and pried them open.

I still had much to learn.

After the twenty were over I sent her off snuffling to her room.

"Goodnight Mom!"

Her butt matched the color of her face!

***

It changed me, it changed the way I felt about her. All my life she's been just Mom, but now? Even the first time I spanked her and got a thrill out of it and a hard on, I still didn't really actually want to do anything with her. Not really.

You know just a guy that got a boner spanking his mom's bare ass but doesn't want to do weird shit with her! That's me!

That second time though... that switch I mentioned... it's now fully activated!

I really did want to make her suck my cock after I spanked her.

I want to fuck my mom.

I want to fuck my mom up the ass. Oh that beautiful ass!

I feel terrible about it, so, so guilty about it but still I really really do!

***

We didn't mention last night the following day at breakfast. It's just a normal day. We eat, we talk of other things, the goings on with her church friends, my college studies.

It's not even awkward. Isn't that weird?

Something is different though. I can't quite put my finger on it.

Nothing is awkward, nothing is weird, nothing is tense.

It takes me a while to notice the difference.

Nothing is awkward, nothing is weird, nothing is tense.

That is the difference. The tension between us lately?

It's gone.

Something has been resolved. I don't fully understand it yet but there's a change.

I don't want to pick fights with her, she doesn't want to pick them with me.

We're good, for the first time in a long time.

***

Later on I understood it better. We've been at war, fighting for control. That is now settled.

Someone has to lead. Someone has to make the decisions. It's been her, she's not been good at it, and I've resented it, I don't want to be controlled. I'll lock my door if I want, and I'll clean my room when I want. I'm a naturally good student, I'll study when I see fit and do well. Stay out of it mother. I'm not twelve.

She's not been happy. Deep down she really does believe a man is the rightful head of the household. It's one of her core beliefs. She wants, maybe even needs, to be deferential.

So now I've stepped up. Someone has to lead. Someone has to make the decisions.

It's going to be me.

***

And so it is. She does defer to me now. She is changed, just as I am, she is not so much in my face now. She is much nicer to me, not so mean. Funnily enough the moment she stopped being at me about my room, I started cleaning it anyway.

We're getting on much better now.

It's only my whores that are still a problem.

***

They're not actual whores of course. That's just what Mom calls the girls I see. Whores or tramps, even Jezebels if she's feeling particularly biblical. Fair to say she's not a fan.

I'm a horny teenage guy, I like getting off. That's what it is to me. To Mom, it's a world of sinfulness. She thinks they are corrupting me, leading me to sinfulness. She thinks they are using me, or might give me diseases or any other reason why she is angry that I am fucking them.

I do feel guilty about my lustfulness. I'm not ever going to stop though. I couldn't.

She can't be so aggressive about them with me now. She knows I wouldn't stand for it now. It would be 'straight over my knee, panties down' time for her again.

So she is at least nicer about it, which is something anyway.

Have I considered prayer? Would I like to pray with her? What do I need to help with my sinfulness?

Oh Jesus, Mom could you just give it a rest?

***

It's about two weeks after the spankings.

"You're burning aren't you David? That is why the whores?"

She says this very quietly one day. I know her, I know what she is referring to. It's better to marry than to burn with lust. That's what the apostle Paul said.

"Yes Mom. I am not suited for celibacy. It isn't me."

"Prayer isn't enough for you is it? It doesn't quench you?"

"No, I still burn."

Silence.

"You're much too young to marry though. It would ruin your life."

"I know."

"What if I was with guys?" I ask.

"David! Absolutely no! It's a grave sin!"

She's a little Old Testament my mother sometimes.

"You wouldn't would you?" She looks aghast.

I laugh at her expression. It wouldn't trouble me at all but I'm just not oriented that way.

"No, that isn't my path. I like girls."

She looks relieved.

"I could use my hand. Porn, but you hate that."

"That's a sin too David. The sin of Onan, your seed must not fall on the ground."

I've heard enough of the sin of Onan in recent months to last me a lifetime. I want to joke that my seed is likely to go in tissues not on the floor but it's not the time. Seed? She's even got me saying that now!

"So what exactly am I supposed to do Mom? Where should my seed go?"

"I don't know."

"Where does any man's seed belong? If not in another man and not on the floor where does it belong Mom?"

Silence.

"Mom?"

"It belongs only in a woman, that is God's plan, only in a woman" she says quietly.

"Yes, my girls."

"You mean Rosa?"

"Yes, her. Sarah. Grace, some others sometimes."

She looks pained.

"Oh David, no, why so many? It's wrong. Not those tramps. If you absolutely must do it at all, which you shouldn't, why can't it be just with one nice Christian girl? A decent girl not a slut. What about Elizabeth? She is very pretty."

"She's a virgin and is very emphatically staying that way until marriage. I need my whores."

"Oh David."

She has an odd look on her face.

"Well how often do you even need your whores? How often do you need to let your seed come out David?"

Well this isn't a conversation I ever thought I'd be having with my mother. Geez Mom, if it's not a personal and embarrassing question!

"I come... err... let my seed out three times most days, sometimes more, sometimes five. Sometimes with girls, mostly with my hand. Are you happy now?"

She looks horrified, like I'm the very devil himself, truly a dirty beast indeed.

"Why so often? Why are you so lustful?"

"I'm just a teenage guy Mom. This is what 18 year old guys are like. Other guys are like this."

"I'm sure they are not."

"Mom, I know they are."

"Really? I had no idea."

No my poor sheltered mother, you have no idea.

Sometimes I think I must have been a miraculous conception.

***

I confiscated her vibrator the day I found it of course. I told her if she wanted to use it she would need to ask me for my permission. She said she didn't need her "thing" anymore anyway.

Weeks went by and not a peep about it. Clearly that would be a step too far for a proud respectable woman!

Until one night just before bed, she appeared at my bedroom door very shyly.

"Would it be alright... please David if I... my err thing... may I..."

I knew what she meant. Mother, you surprise me! I had an inkling of the courage it must have taken you to finally approach me. Got needy did you?

I knew instinctively if I was to laugh at her or mock her or deny her at that moment, that would be the end of it. So I didn't make a big deal of it. I play it cool.

"Yes mother, you may."

And that was that.

After that she asked me every few days, always timidly, always shyly, always still blushing brightly but she would ask.

She asks for her "thing" and I graciously grant permission. In the morning she returns it to me, clean and dry. We do not speak further of it.

I've never denied her permission, well not yet anyway. It's not about denying her for me.

It's about control. Power. She's become conditioned now to ask her son for permission to masturbate. And like a benevolent provider I allow it!

The man of the house should make decisions like this.

***

I accidentally did good today and Mom is pleased with me.

We were talking about my whores again. Well Mom was, I sure as Hell didn't need yet another conversation about them again.

"Why Rosa? She is just awful. You could do better."

Yes, yes, yes, I could do better with the mythical Christian girl of her imagination. I've heard it before mother!

"Rosa is a friendly girl Mom. She is funny. She has a nice body."

"She does not! She is covered in ugly tattoos! She is totally gross."

"It's still a nice body. She has a nice butt, it's almost as good as yours."

And that, without me even meaning it, is what did it. I wasn't even trying to make a compliment, just a comparison. Mom is delighted though. I have triggered her vanity about her appearance. She is blushing but failing to successfully hide her smile.

"Dont be silly. An old lady like me can't compete with a young girl."

Fishing, fishing.

"Are you serious Mom? Firstly you're not old, secondly your butt is magnificent, it's so juicy!"

"David! You can't say your mother has a juicy butt!"

"Why not? It's true."

"David! Stop it!"

But she doesn't want me to stop, not one bit. It's in her face, she is very obviously pleased.

It's all true too. There's a reason she won those contests back in the day after all.

It gives me insight into how to handle her.

"My mom has a delicious little peach of a butt!"

She snorts. "Delicious little peach butt indeed."

Later in the day I pass her in the kitchen. I give her a pat on the ass and say how is my little peach?

Stop it she says, but she is beaming.

***

The following day.

"Do you know I won three swimsuit competitions?"

Yes mother, of course, everyone knows that.

"I had a lovely figure then."

"You have a lovely figure now."

"Better than Rosa?"

"Yep. Especially your ass!"

"David! You can't say that!"

Oh but I can and I will mother, just like I've patted your little peach butt several times today and even given it a little squeeze while you issue mock protests and blush but don't try and get away and you grin happily like a Cheshire cat!

You, my lovely vain mother, are enjoying a man's attention.

***

I'm turning nineteen on Friday. My friends and I will celebrate on Saturday night, and our wider family is having lunch on Sunday but on my actual birthday itself it's just Mom and me.

She is fussing over me. It's nice. She is going to make me a roast and bake a cake.

"Is there anything else you would like?"

Oh mother you have no idea. Nothing you would give me though.

"Yes. I'd like you to wear your yoga leggings for me."

Sometimes I think I'm quite inspired!

A blush is already appearing.

"I don't think they are suitable for a special family occasion. They are only for my exercising. They are not appropriate in front of you. Is there something else I could wear? What about my white lace dress?"

Ugh, no. That's not at all the same!

"It's my birthday Mom, it's my special day. If you wear those leggings it will make me happy."

"You only want me to wear them so you can look at my butt in them."

"Yes, obviously."

"So no! Absolutely not!"

"It would be my treat. My little peach butt treat."

"I don't think so. Why are you such a dirty beast?"

"It's my birthday Mom. I'm the Birthday Beast."

Despite herself she laughs a little.

"Fine. I will wear them for you. On one condition."

Oh this is interesting. We're entering bargaining.

"Yes?"

"You don't go and see Sarah tonight."

What the fuck?

"Mom, no. I've already made plans with her. That isn't fair."

I'm really horny and really looking forward to my hookup with Sarah tonight.

"No leggings on Friday then, that's just fine with me. I'll wear my long white dress."

"Can't it be some other condition?"

"No David, I want to teach you moderation. It won't hurt you to abstain from whores for just one day."

"It's not one day Mom. If I don't see Sarah tonight, it's four nights until I see Rosa on Saturday."

"Even better! Sarah or my leggings, you just need to choose."

"I have a condition of my own then. I will cancel Sarah if you only wear your sports bra with the leggings, nothing else up top."

I can bargain too Mom! I know you, I know you would wear something that hangs long and covers your ass unless I rule that out.

"No, no, no David! Good Lord no. Would you have me almost naked? No!"

"I choose Sarah tonight then."

"OK then."

Damn. It didn't work.

The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. My visions of my mother's bare shoulders, back and exposed belly, more of her than I have ever seen, vanishes into smoke along with those tight, tight leggings clinging to that little peach bottom.

"I'll wear them. Bra and leggings..."

And we're back...

"... if you do not commit the sin of Onan or look at filth for those four days as well."

Fuck! Bitch! Well played mother, well played.

You might think I could just agree then cheat, but I can't. Whatever her faults or mine she has given me a code and values. A man's word is his bond. If I agree to her stupid rule then so it must be. It's a point of honor with me.

"Fine, mother. We have a deal."

I go off and cancel on Sarah.

I really don't know who won that exchange!

***

OK so I'm pretty sure now that it wasn't me that won that exchange.

Who the fuck voluntarily does stuff like No Nut November??

This is killing me. After jerking off three or more times a day most days, to not cumming at all, ugh, I am all backed up. I must have my cum - sorry seed - piled all the way up to my eyebrows. Oh I am going to rail the fuck out of you on Saturday night Rosa! I've earned it.

Anyway it's my birthday. I have survived to Friday. Jesus Christ, why do I do this to myself?

She is true to her word. At dinner time she went up and changed.

She is shy when she returns. She is wearing only her leggings and her sports bra as agreed.

Now you need to understand that for my mother this is almost tantamount to being naked. To anyone else she's not even that indecent. Every day on campus I see girls wearing less but she is not them.

She looks beautiful. She is blushing as I knew she would be, nervous, she obviously doesn't know where to put her hands, she is fidgeting with them, holds them at times in front of her crotch, at other times over her breasts.

"Oh Mom, you look beautiful, so sexy."

"David! You can't say that to your mother!"

She reddens even further.

"I guess I'm not too bad for an old girl after all?"

A small nervous laugh.

She is being brave but her lips are trembling a little.

Mom is forty two years old, she was married, she's a mother yet she is not worldly, not very experienced with men, she is still very naive for a woman of her age, maybe any age. It occurs to me that she really is quite innocent. She's also, what's the word, she's still quite girlish.

I know instinctively somehow what she needs to be at ease. She needs to be steered to a safer, more familiar ground.

"I can see why you won those contests Mom. You would have been a star. I bet you knew all the poses. How did you win?"

Vanity melts the ice. I proceed to coax and compliment and praise and Lo and behold after a while a girlish girl emerges from under her nerves and she turns her head this way and that, and does a little pirouette and puts her hands on her hips, and proudly shows off her beautiful body to her watching son.

She's performing now. She's having fun now.

I am too. Watching with my stiff cock as she moves and does a little half dance and my eyes are glued to that little delicious peach butt, highlighted so lewdly by those tight leggings, that also provide just a hint of camel toe. I watch that bottom and I watch her exposed midriff and I look at my mother's boobs. I've never seen you like this before Mom and this moment is being burnt into my brain.

"That was fun! Just like the old days!"

Yes, that was fun.

"You did good my little peach butt."

She beams. I cup the peach with my hands and give it a squeeze.

"David!" she says in a playful voice. I know the voice, it's her mock protest.

My cock throbs.

***

I have arranged a bottle of wine. After we eat I pour us a glass each. She almost never drinks and I wasn't sure if she would even take it but she does without fuss. I guess it's a special occasion after all.

"To my little man grown up. Happy birthday!"

"To my sexy mom!"

"David!"

We are sitting on the couch together sipping our wine.

"Isn't this better than spending time with your whore on Wednesday?"

"Yes, yes it is. I'm having fun. It was still evil of you mother, very evil. Put your wine down."

"Oh, OK. Why?"

"Because evil must be punished!" and I run my fingers quickly up her sides.

I knew she'd be ticklish.

She dissolves in shrieks of laughter. I persist, my fingers traversing over her bare belly now.

She thrashes about convulsed in girlish giggles.

"David you shit! Stop it!"

She is trying to wriggle away in that way the ticklish do. I'm having none of it though. My evil mother is going to get tickled and that's it.

She's quite strong in her throes! I roll on top of her, pinning her down with my weight. My fingers go up her sides again. Her eyes bulge, her head goes back in laughter. I think she might be possessed! She wriggles more trying to escape and I slide between her legs to pin her down properly. It's not accidental.

We're in the missionary position.

I could take you now mother. I'm six foot three and you're five foot four and there's not a damn thing you could do to stop me. In my mind I see it, easing my swollen cock inside her, conquering her tightness, making it mine, owning her, taming her, mastering her... a male animal taking a female... I want to thrust deep inside you Mom, gripped by your silken walls... I want to lose myself in you, and empty my balls inside you... flooding your forbidden cunt with my cum... no let's use your word, my seed.

That's all fantasy though. In reality I could never force myself upon my mother. I love her and would never harm her.

Still a pervert can dream though right?

So I'm lying on top of my mother.

"Well isn't this cosy?"

"David you are a shit, I thought I was going to wet myself."

"I haven't finished yet!"

"I can't take any more!"

"Do you promise to be good then?"

"No! I don't! I don't want to be good!"

Shrieks of laughter as the tickling begins again. The bulging eyes, the thrashing about, the swearing, yes my saintly mother swore! I'm even more convinced it must be demonic possession!

I ease off.

Should I mention how nice it feels to be lying on top of Mom, between her thighs with my erection pushed hard up against her pubic mound?

"Now will you be good?"

She giggles.

"No! Maybe. No. Are you going to ever get off me David?"

"If you are good."

"What does that even mean?"

"It means you take your leggings off."

***

It's another line I'm crossing but hey I've been crossing them all night. Well, for weeks really.

A pervert boy only gets so many chances in life to lie between his mother's thighs rubbing his very obvious erection on her pussy. If that's not the moment to cross a line when is? Carpe diem.

"My leggings? Oh gosh David, no, no, no. I'm not doing that."

"So you don't want to be good?"

"That doesn't seem good to me. It's dirty and you should be ashamed for asking it. You are a dirty beast to even think of it."

"I am. I am mother. I'm your Birthday Beast! So will you? Just for me?"

"What? No!!! Oh God, don't you ever stop? You're incorrigible!"

She starts laughing again. Despite everything she is still playful.

"Mom's going to show me her juicy peach butt!" I sing in a silly singsong voice.

"Oh no I am not, Oh no I'm not," she sings back giggling.

"You will because you want to."

I look right into her eyes while I say this. Our eyes meet.

"Why would I want to do that? It's lewd. Now are you ever going to get off me and stop poking me with your thing you pervert?"

"No. I'm very comfy. You're very comfortable Mom."

"Mothers aren't meant to be comfortable to lie on!"

"Not moving, mmm so comfy. Comfy! So, so comfy. Nice padding."

My crotch grinds.

"Oh my God. Incorrigible!"

"What if I just take them half-way down?"

There's an unusual expression on my mother's face. I've never seen it before.

It's playful.

It's mischievous.

It's lewd.

***

"No, all the way off. It's my birthday."

"That's why I baked you a cake you little monster. A good son wouldn't expect anything else."

"I'm not a good son Mom. I'm a monster!"

"Are you like this with your whores?"

"No. I'm much worse!"

"God help us. Well you need to get off me if you want me to slide these down."

She really is comfy, so with some reluctance I lift myself up and allow her to slide out under me. She rolls over onto her front. We're lying side by side on the couch.

"I can't believe I raised such a monster! I can't believe I'm going to do this. This is so bad!" she says laughing.

"It's not like I've not seen your butt before Mom."

That's the only time either of us have ever referred to her spankings.

"Do you want me to help Mom?"

"No!! I absolutely do not!"

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, I'm going to do it."

She's like someone with a naughty dare. It's in her face... nervous excitement mixed with fear, mixed with daring. She's willing herself to do it.

She takes a deep breath and pushes her leggings down a little.

"Oh Jesus, oh my God, I can't believe what I'm doing, oh my God."

"There it is, there's my little peach butt coming out."

"Are you happy now monster?"

"Yes, I like looking at my birthday treat, but you promised me half way. That's not half way. Get em down Mom!"

"Oh my God!"

She slides them down a little further. More of her buttcrack comes into view.

"Still not halfway mother. Don't tease me. I need to see it."

"What? You don't need to see my butt!"

"I do. I need to see if it would still win a contest."

She snorts and giggles. She is clearly very embarrassed and is blushing furiously. That mischievous look is back though.

The wine, attention, banter. Mom is enjoying this, and God knows I'm loving it. I have no doubt that tomorrow we will both be deeply ashamed but that's the thing about being naughty isn't it? The fun comes first, the shame later.

She is toying with her leggings, a little back up, a little down again. Peek-a-butt. Her tongue is partly visible at the corner of her mouth, her lips are wet. A little back up, a little down further again each time, teasing the monster.

I am so hard.

"Well? Would I win?"

Half way down as promised.

"Hmm let me judge. I need a good look."

While she watches I wet my finger in my mouth. My fingers brush, over the left cheek, into the valley of her crack, up across the right cheek.

"David... what... what are you doing?"

My fingers move.

"David! What are you doing??"

"I wrote your ranking on your bottom mother. I wrote second place."

"What??? Second? Why am I only second?"

A mock pout.

"Insufficient evidence. Can't see the whole butt."

And all the way down they come! Pushed down along with her panties down to around her knees!

I knew that would work!

"I appeal the ranking."

"David! David!!! What.. what are you doing now... David!"

My hands are on those beautiful globes. I caress and rub them, squeeze them, cup their splendour, hold them.

"I'm wiping off the old ranking mother."

"Oh..."

A slight whimper... "Oh..."

My hands rub. Got to be thorough and wipe off all the old marking right?

I take my time. I guess that stuff just doesn't come off easily.

"Oh..."

"Oh..."

My fingers move.

"Now it says first place mother."

"Much better!"

***

"I did it. I won the contest! Can I pull them back up now?"

"No. Your butt is my birthday treat."

My hand is still on Mom's bare ass, cupping an asscheek.

"I really should pull them up now. This is lewd."

"I said no. I'm the man of the house. They're down and staying down. Understood?"

"God! Fine! You're so bossy tonight! What is your obsession with my butt anyway?"

"It drives me crazy. It's made my cock so hard."

"David!!! Language! What is wrong with you? You can't say that to me!"

"Why not? It's not like you don't know."

"Oh I know alright, you've been pressing your thing into me all night you little monster."

"So since it's obvious, why shouldn't I say it? It's just being honest."

That's my mother. Let's not mention things. Don't ever mention your son twice taking your panties down and spanking you. Don't mention that I'm still openly and lasciviously caressing your bare bottom.

"Talking about these things is indecent. It's being a pervert. I'm your mother David."

"Anyway all this is your fault Mom."

"My fault??? My fault? What?? How on earth is your lustfulness my fault you little pervert? I didn't raise you to be such a dirty beast Mr Monster."

She is actually laughing.

"How is it not your fault? Look at what you've done to me tonight. I wasn't born to be a monster. You made me a monster!"

I'm laughing too.

"What? What did I do?"

I count on my fingers.

"One. You stopped me seeing Sarah on Wednesday."

She laughs.

"OK, yes I did that."

"Two, you stopped me jerking off since Wednesday too."

"David! Language!"

"So now I'm all backed up and swollen and full of seed. I'm ready to burst mother."

"Three. Despite the condition you put me in, even so you still made dinner half naked in front of me!"

"You made me wear this!"

"Four. You danced and cavorted in front of me dressed like that!"

"You made me!"

"Five. You have enticed and teased me and lured me with your body temptress."

"David! You make me sound like the whore of Babylon!"

"How could I not rub my cock on you after all that you have done to me? Am I a statue immune to your wiles? You did this. Even now your pants are down, exciting me, stiffening me!"

"The case rests little temptress."

Mom has the giggles. "You make me sound so wicked. I've never been wicked. No one has ever even thought I'm wicked in my whole life."

She is quiet for a second.

"I am sorry. I didn't realise... I don't know enough about men, is it really bad? Your... thing...."

I could downplay it of course. I mean I could easily just text Rosa or Sarah. I could just go to my room and open my browser... nothing I've not done before... but.. but... why end the moment?

Carpe diem.

Seize the day David. Ham it up.

"Yes it's bad. I'm swollen with need."

I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't. It's so wrong.

I'm going to Hell but you knew that already.

I shouldn't do it.

I just want to.

"See what you did mother?"

I undo my pants and push them, and my briefs, down as far as I can.

My cock swings free. It feels good. Good to no longer be swollen and cramped, constrained in my pants. Good to be bobbing about in excitement. Good to be out in front of Mom.

I want her to see it.

I told you I was a pervert!

She looks... bewildered... horrified... scared... shy... entranced...

She is certainly looking at it!

I feel amazing. Like I feel like a total perverted shit who's gone far far too far and I already feel guilty but I am so excited.

"Oh my God David. Don't. Put your thing away!"

That's not going to happen mother.

I have a nice cock I think. Like it's not like a horse cock but it's not small or even average. I am a big guy so it's proportionate yeah? It's thick too.

My cock is certainly playing its part tonight. Could it even be more rigid and swollen in excitement? I'm rock, rock, rock hard. My monster is standing up proud, flushed red at the head. And I'm just oozing, no more than that, dribbling precum. My cockhead is glistening with it, and it has run down my shaft.

"See? You did this to me Mom. Look at it. Do you understand?"

She is looking.

"It looks angry. Scary."

Angry? Scary?

"It's not angry Mom. It's needy. Can't you sense it?"

"Yes. Your seed needs to come out doesn't it?"

"Yes Mom. Very badly."

"Is it very sore? It looks sore."

Sore? I am still surprised sometimes at how naive she is for a once married woman and mother. Should I be surprised she actually believes in blue balls? No, I'm not sore. I'm certainly pent up and desperate and longing to cum though. I'm primed and longing to cum. My cock as if to prove the point dribbles yet more precum.

"Yes, it's sore. Look at me. I'm so swollen, my balls ache. Don't my balls look swollen? They are so full of seed, ready to burst. Of course it's sore."

OK so I'm a lying shit.

I take her hand and place it on my nutsack. I hold her hand there.

"Can you not feel how heavy and full and swollen they are? So much seed in need of coming out. Can you feel it?"

I feel her fingers lightly move on my balls.

She whispers.

"Yes, I feel it."

Her fingers twitch.

Her hand cupping my balls is impossibly tantalising. I've taken my hand away but hers is still there.

Take hold of it Mom, I silently will her. Take my cock, milk it, milk the cum from your son's balls. Milk it, soothe it, comfort it. Please God give me this, let that taboo hand wrap itself around my swollen shaft, it's so, so close.

You know I've almost convinced myself that it actually hurts.

***

"I'm sorry about your thing David. I didn't know. Will it go away?"

"Will it go away Mom? It? You mean your hard-on?"

"Mine?"

"Yes yours, this is yours, this swollen cock, and don't cut me off and say 'Language', is yours. This is your hard-on. You made it, it belongs to you, no one else. It's swollen and needy because of you, it's suffering because of you, it's throbbing and stiff in your honor and it wants to spurt its seed in tribute to you. This is your doing and your responsibility. You did this."

"David!! Don't... I feel guilty enough. I'm sorry."

"Do you like your hard-on? Do you like what you've done? Do you like it being hard and swollen and sore in your honor?"

"Stop David. If the seed comes out you'll feel better? If I..."

Her voice fails and she goes quiet but I didn't miss what she said and left unfinished. If I... if I... if you what mother? If you milked the cum from my balls?

My cock is even harder now and excitement is surging through me. My heart starts pounding so fast.

There's an old saying, a woman's virtue is like the surrender of a citadel, once the lady starts to negotiate the fortress is lost. If I... she said...

She might not know it yet, but negotiations have begun.

Unless I fuck it up at the last minute it's going to happen.

My mother is going to take my seed tonight. It's really actually going to happen.

I have never felt more alive.

"I think you have a duty to your hard-on Mom."

"My hard-on..."

She actually called it that too.

I can't just ask her to milk it. Too crude, too obvious.

I know what will work though.

"I think I will text Sarah mom. I'll go over, she will deal with it."

"No, please don't. Don't go to Sarah. I don't like her."

"I need release Mom. You know that. Sarah will suck my cock."

Mom's eyes flash.

"I don't want you to go to that girl. It's been fun tonight hasn't it? Haven't we had fun? Don't let it end with that whore. Please don't. I don't want you to."

"I don't either Mom. It isn't right. This hard-on does not belong to her. She should not quell what you have stirred. You don't want your hard-on used on that whore do you?"

A long pause.

Mom is looking at me. She has the strangest look on her face, so many emotions are crossing it.

Very quietly.

"No. No. I don't. Don't go to her David."

"It belongs to me. I will get your seed out."

***

END OF PART ONE