The Degrading of Patricia -- ch 12
"I love you so much!" Patricia said as she threw her arms around her son's neck, crushing her bare breasts against his chest before he had a chance to close the door behind him. Johnny slammed the door behind him and wrapped her arms around his mom's body, lifting her off the floor.
"I love you too." He said almost laughing at her. Mother and son shared a passionate kiss before Johnny loosened his grip on her, allowing her to slide down his body. "You can show me how much you love me later."
The horror of her last day with Larry felt like a distant memory, even though it had just been a few days before. She was starting a new life with the man who owned her body and heart. She had never felt as safe as she did at this moment. "You hungry? Can I make you some dinner?" She asked Johnny as they walked into the living room, arm in arm.
"I am hungry!" He was flying high after his encounter with Larry. He looked down at his mother's glistening nipples. "Do you need to be milked?"
"I do baby!" Patricia replied as she squeezed his arm into her engorged breast. She had grown to love every aspect of their relationship. But the times they spent together as her son nursed from her breasts were her favorite ones. "Mama needs some relief."
Johnny looked forward to those times as well. But he'd noticed his weight dropping as he consistently filled his belly with his mom's milk. It was a true liquid diet. "After you make some dinner. I've lost enough weight just feeding on you." He cupped one of her tits and lifted it. "I'll have these for dessert."
Patricia threw her arms around his neck again. "Sure I couldn't interest you in an appetizer?" She asked with a sparkle in her eyes.
Johnny looked down between their bodies. Her breasts were like two bowling balls between them. "It's a good whore that knows her son's weakness."
She smiled up at him. "This whore wants to be whatever her baby needs."
Johnny hugged her tight. "You know what your boy needs mom."
Patricia pushed herself free from his hug, looking up at him seductively. "Yes I do baby!" She said as she pushed him back until his legs hit the couch. He fell backwards onto the couch. She straddled his lap. Then lifted her two tits with her hands, offering them to him as a gift. "My baby needs his mama to be his whore."
Johnny stared at her nipples as she pinched them, squeezing her milk out. He reached up with both hands and slapped her hands away. He then wrapped his hands around the sides of her tits. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, pinching them harder and harder. He looked up at her with the same lust she was looking at him with. "What do you need?"
Patricia knew where this was heading. She moaned with need. "You know what I need baby."
"Tell me." He said pinching her nipples harder.
She gasped from the stinging pain. "Baby, you know I need you to treat me like a whore." She felt that euphoria rising in her as her own son pushed her in a way no other man had. She stared into her son's eyes both hating and craving the way he made her feel. Reminding her she was his mom and whore at the same time.
He dug his fingers into her tit flesh. "I know you need to be treated like a whore, MOM! Now I want to hear you beg for it. Beg your son to treat you like a whore. I want to hear my mom beg me to treat her like a cheap whore."
Patricia felt herself falling down that rabbit hole again. She wanted to resist, because she bristled against his demand as his mother, but the whore in her didn't have the willpower. Every time she thought she couldn't be brought any lower and humiliated, her son came up with a new way of striping her of what little bit of dignity she had left. She groaned as she humiliated herself. "Oh Johnny, your mama needs you to treat her like a whore. Please baby! Please treat me like the worthless whore I am. I'm begging you baby! Humiliate me! Degrade me!" Patricia felt the craving within her growing deeper even as she begged for it. "Oh baby! I can't get enough of it. Please!" She began to sob softly, her emotions overpowering her. "Oh sweetie! I know I'm your mom! But you know how I need to be taken and used. I'm begging you to use me however you want."
Johnny saw the vulnerability of the woman straddling his lap. She needed his love. But in her own perverse way, she needed her son to be the man his dad had never been for her. Instead of finding her confession of her need to be humiliated and degraded as disgusting, he found it both erotic and intimate. He felt himself torn between taking her like a whore and holding her like the vulnerable woman she was. She'd just laid bare her soul to him. He had to do both, because she needed both.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his body, filling his mouth with one of her engorged tits. Patricia wrapped her arms around his head as he nursed on her, loving the intimacy of this daily act between them. Johnny drank in her sweet milk as his hands stroked up and down her back, his right hand trailing down to her ass. He smiled to himself when he heard her gasp as he played with the rosebud of her ass.
"Oh fuck baby!" Patricia moaned softly. She began to squirm as the sensations in her body collided. "UGH!" She grunted when she felt him shove his middle finger in her ass. Her body shuddered as he slowly inserted it. She squeezed his head as tight as she could as her body exploded with new sensations. She began to whimper. "I am such a whore for you baby! Please don't stop loving me! Please!"
Johnny reached for the back of her head with his other hand and pulled her back, pulling his mouth off her breast. Mother and son looked at each other in a way most would see as perverse. The love and lust Patricia felt towards her son at that moment was deeper than anything she'd ever felt before. "You never have to beg for that mom." Johnny said to her tenderly. Then he smiled. "But everything else . . . you're going to have to beg like the cheap whore you are for it."