"How's your mom?" John asked his son as he walked in the house.
Johnny gave him a smile as he walked by him, heading to his room. "She's good."
"You spent the entire day with her. Did you work through some of your anger with her?"
"Yeah! We got some things resolved. It was a good day. I'm planning on spending the day with her tomorrow too." Johnny replied trying not to laugh at his dad's questioning. The two of them hadn't talked much since the divorce. Johnny had a degree of anger towards his dad too. Not as much as he had towards his mom, but enough to cause him to pull back and not talk as much as they used to. He walked into his bedroom, then immediately to the bathroom to shower.
He reviewed the entire day in his mind as he washed the sex smell from his body. His anger towards his mom had been assuaged. It was still there, but not nearly to the degree it had been before. But now he had opened the door to a new way of relating to her. Actually, he kicked the door in and completely destroyed it. There was no closing that door now. He felt his cock stirring as he remembered how he left her. He stroked his cock with a fistful of body wash picturing his mom on her knees sucking his cock. Then just before he climaxed, he pulled out of her mouth and had her stroke his cock till it spewed his seed all over her face. Then he held her in place till he was finished pissing all over her face and body.
"Fuck! No!" He didn't want to waste any cum on a shower wall. "Save it for tomorrow." He said to himself smiling.
Patricia showered as she struggled with the dichotomy of being her son's mom and whore. The struggle with her shame and humiliation since being taken by Larry over two years prior to this was nothing compared to what she struggled with now. One side of her screamed "NO!" the entire time Johnny was with her. While another side screamed "YES!" and couldn't get enough of his treatment of her. The guilt she felt was no match for the cravings that now controlled her. As she washed off her son's seed, she knew exactly how this would play out. She'd silence the side that cried out for her to stop what she was doing, and give herself over to being her son's whore. She scrubbed her ass, still feeling a slight sting from the abuse he'd given it. Then she scrubbed between her legs, moaning as she remembered how he'd taken her, his big cock slicing in and out of her. "This is where you belong baby!" She moaned softly.
Johnny woke at 6:30, with a rock hard cock. There were some mornings he woke with a woody so hard it actually hurt. He walked into the bathroom with his cock standing at full attention. There were times it was so hard, taking a piss became problematic. This was one of those times. "Not for long!" He laughed to himself.
He walked through the garage before leaving for his mom's. He grabbed several items for the day, including a dog collar and leash, and a spool of rope. "This is going to be a fun day." He said as he threw the items in the front seat.
Patricia opened the door, knowing who it was without even checking her peep hole. She gave her son a weak smile as she stepped aside to let him in. "Good morning." She said softly.
"Morning." He replied as he eyed her robe. He put the bag he was carrying full of the items from the garage down, reached for the robe and pulled it open. Her tits were so engorged with milk they were as big as basketballs. He looked at her, not saying anything as he let the robe drop to the floor. She was wearing nothing beneath it.
"They hurt." Patricia confessed. She usually pumped them every morning to alleviate the pain. She'd decided not to, hoping her son would take care of them. Then she realized how sick that "hope" sounded. But she quickly silenced that voice.
Johnny took her by the arm and led her into the living room. "I'm hungry. You can fix me some breakfast." Patricia's eyes lit up at the thought of fixing her son breakfast. "But I think I'll take care of these first." He sat down on the couch. Then had his mom straddle his lap. He stared at her glistening nipples before he began to softly caress her tits. He had never felt a pair of tits that were as hard as hers were. He looked at her before beginning his feeding frenzy. "You realize what you are and what you've become?"
Patricia nodded her head as she felt her shame and humiliation washing over her like a tidal wave. "Yes!" She gasped. "I know what I've become. I hate it. But as much as I hate it, I can't deny what I am any longer." She couldn't bring herself to use the names she knew he wanted to hear. She was desperately trying to hold onto any vestige of dignity with her son. As stupid and meaningless as that might be.
"So what are you?" Johnny wasn't going to let her get away with avoiding the humiliation of what she was. "Tell me!" He gave her a sinister grin. "Or I'll turn you over the couch again and give your ass another whipping."
She was being forced into that mental zone again where humiliation was almost like the air she breathed. She needed it to feel alive. "Oh Johnny! Please don't make me!" She begged him, knowing she was going to surrender to her son again.
Johnny slapped her tit, causing her to yelp from the sting. He felt the lust in him towards his mom deepening as she begged him. 'What is it about hearing a slut beg that is so hot?' He thought to himself. "I'm not going to make you bitch! You're going to tell me of your own volition. Do you know why?" Patricia shook her head as she bit her lower lip. "Because you want to tell me. Deep down inside you want to admit to your son what a cock sucking whore you've become, and how you'll spread your legs like a slut for any cock that comes along."
She sobbed softly as she confessed what she had become. "I am a cock sucking whore baby. I can't help myself. I've had these urges and desires as long as I can remember. I am a slut baby. I won't deny it anymore." She dropped her head into his chest and began to sob uncontrollably. Johnny let her cry it out. She finally sat up again. "Why couldn't your father have given me what I needed? Why? You have no idea how many times I've cried myself to sleep at night asking that question. I don't know how things would have turned out if he had. But I do know I might have had a fighting chance."
A wave of compassion swept over Johnny as he listened. HIs anger towards his mom slowly dying as she told her story. After she had finished, the two just stared at each other. Johnny finally broke the silence with a chuckle. "Then I guess we're both fucked up!"
Patricia sat there with her hands resting on his shoulders. "What do you mean?"
He rubbed the palms of his hands lightly over her glistening nipples. "My anger towards you is just about gone. But yesterday opened a whole new Pandora's box."
"What would that be?"