As she lay in bed she couldn't help but think about the act that had went on with her son. The more she thought about the way he had treated her the more her pussy began to throb. She felt her juices begin to slide down her legs and she knew she needed more.
She quietly walked down the hallway to Michael’s bedroom. She peeked into his room and watched as he slept off the alcohol that he had consumed. She wondered then if he'd even remember what he had done to her, and how much she had enjoyed it in the end.
She shook off these thoughts and entered the room. She came up to the bed and pulled back the blankets to reveal her son’s naked body. She stared at him for awhile, focusing mainly on his cock. It was beautiful, though now limp; when hard she would have guessed that it was about nine inches in length. He was thick too, and she remembered how well that cock had filled her pussy. She started to rub herself as she stared at her sleeping son; the need to be fucked by him again was fogging up her better judgment and without knowing it she had moved onto the bed.
She realized after a minute that she was mounting Michael, holding his limp dick in her hands. She had all ready gone too far, and now she couldn't pull back.
She began to rub the head of his cock over her slit, in long slow strokes. She watched his face for signs of awakening as she did so, but Michael didn't stir. She grabbed his cock harder, rubbing it against her clit faster as her desire over took her. She was cumming in a matter of minutes, her juices flowing over her hand and down onto Michael’s cock. As she began to calm down Michael began to move and his eyes fluttered open.
"MOM! What the hell are you doing?" Her face flushed from embarrassment; "I needed you again Michael. I want to feel your cock inside of me, please fuck me. Just one more time and then no more. Please Michael I need you."
"No, go away. I don't want to fuck you again. Leave my room so I can sleep."
Her facial expression changed from one of sexual desire and pleading to anger, "Michael, I want you to fuck me, and God dammit you will! I didn't get enough of you the last time, I need more of that big cock of yours, I have to feel you filling up my cunt again."
"No, I got what I wanted and now I'm done. I don't want you anymore. Go find someone to fuck if you need it that bad."
"I don't want anyone else I want you." With that said she began to rub her dripping pussy over his dick again. She thought to herself that he might be able to say no to her words but there was no way he could say no to his actions.
"Mom, stop! I don't want this."
"So now it's my turn huh? You will fuck me, and you will do it good my little boy."
Though he kept refusing his dick wouldn't listen to his brain and it began to grow under the thrusting of his Mother's hips.
She smirked, "see I knew you'd come around." She guided his now rock hard cock into her cunt and began to bounce up and down hard on him.
Michael was a bit scared of these actions; his Mother had turned on him. She had become an animal, losing all rational thought and giving into her carnal lust. He watched her face as it contorted into a look of pure unadulterated ecstasy, a little sneer coming to her lips as she worked his cock deeper into her hot pussy.
"Oh God! That feels so good! I love this cock; I could fuck it all day long!
He stared at her, his mouth dropping and his eyes widening as he realized that she didn't care that he was attached to the cock she was fucking. She was using him as a human dildo. He also realized that he was the one that turned her into these sex-deranged animal and now he'd have to find away to stop it.
Though these thoughts were racing through his head, he felt his balls begin to tighten and his dick swelling inside of this thing he use to call Mom. He felt the first squirts of his jizm shoot out, as his Mother's cunt tightened around him in her own orgasm.
When his Mother the release of his spunk into her she began to scream out sounding like something possessed by the Devil himself.
The sounds of this guttural language scared Michael even more and he grabbed his Mother's hips and threw her away from him. She landed on the floor with a loud thud, but instead of crying out in pain she let out an evil laugh, stood up, and left the room.
Michael stared after her, wondering if it had been a dream, but the stain of juices on the carpet confirmed that it hadn't been.
Michael tried in vain to avoid his Mother, but she wouldn't allow it. She'd come to him whenever she wanted it, sometimes five or six times a day and fuck him with the same demonic like fever as the first time. She'd spank him if he couldn't perform for her, most of the time leaving huge red marks and even bruises on his ass checks, she never understood that he could only take so much.
Michael began to accept his fate. He was being punished by God or some other type of deity for showing his sexual attraction to his Mother.
After months of this sexual abuse Michael had to have release. He couldn't handle her anymore. She was wearing him out mentally and physically. He had thought for months about where he could go or whom he could turn to. Finally, he went to talk to his best friend.
