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Subject: {ASSM} Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth Ch. 1 [incest,mast,Mdom]
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The following is a work of FICTION.

Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth
by DiscipleN

Copyright (c) 2002, by DiscipleN. All rights reserved.
This work may not be used for any commercial purposes without prior,
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Chapter 1

Dorothy Hughes scrubbed at a jelly stain on the kitchen table. She had
tried everything, but the wooden top refused to give up the last bit
of discoloration. She began to cry. Dorothy was not a strong woman.
She had married young to a much older man whom she had thought was
strong enough for both of them, but his strength proved a bully's, and
he had treated her with nothing but contempt for ten years until he
died in a factory accident. She had suffered heaps of physical and
mental abuse at his hands, all for the sake of a love she once thought
was true and their one boy child. The strain of her marriage had left
her a husk of a personality.
Her son, Chuck, recently 18, was beginning to resemble his father in
feature and attitude. Dorothy would always try to please the child
hoping he would learn to love her in spite of his father's influence,
but she had ended up spoiling him, and more and more Chuck began to
use his father's tones and expressions to get his way. Only this
morning he had called her lazy about not keeping house clean, so that
she would give him ten dollars to see a movie. Dorothy's life was
little but a slave's, who received a small insurance check every
month.
Dorothy still hoped that if she showed Chuck how much she loved him he
would mend his ways, but she was beginning to fear the worst. She
didn't know what she would do. Her husband, Angus treated her exactly
as if she were his slave, to do with as he pleased. He had never tried
to make her happy once he knew she couldn't stand up to his contempt.
Even when they made love, she would invariable find his cock thrust
deep into her throat, choking her or forced up her ass making her
scream in pain, rather than given gently into her cunt. When he fucked
her normally, he would beat at her pelvis with his hips, hard, and he
would grab her juicy tits roughly and bite them. Sex with her husband
was just one more way that he treated her with absolute scorn. That
was what she feared most.
She looked at herself, standing in the kitchen. Not ugly, by most
men's standards, she was tall and slender with a nice sized pair of
breasts and beautifully curved hips. If she had more self esteem, she
would have looked gorgeous, but the only clothes she owned were old
and ugly. Angus had bought them at garage sales, while he paid for
fine suits and shirts. Dorothy knew that he cheated on her, but she
was more relieved than angry. That was one less time she had to endure
his violence.
After he died, she thought about buying some nice clothes, but her son
Chuck was already canny about how she spent her money. She ended up
buying him toys and gadgets that he played with once and discarded.
Dorothy looked at her cleaning clothes, they were little different
from her usual house clothes. She wiped her eyes and went to the
refrigerator. Chuck would be getting home soon and would want his
dinner.
She was stirring a pan when Chuck arrived. He stalked into the kitchen
and slumped into a chair.
"How was the movie?" Dorothy asked.
"It sucked."
"That's not a nice thing to say."
"Aw, I don't care. I told Susie I'd buy her ticket, and she freaked
out when I put my arm around her."
"That's nice you have a girlfriend." Dorothy was curious. Chuck hadn't
told her anything about a girl named Susie. The last girl he talked
about was a neighbor girl who had gotten him into trouble with her
dad. He had called her and complained that Chuck had tried to put his
hands under her dress. Dorothy wouldn't believe any such thing.
"Aw you don't know anything. I was trying to reach her tits, and she
yelled at me. Stupid girl."
Dorothy was shocked at Chuck's language. She stared at him and dropped
her spoon. "How could you be so awful? That-that that's..." She didn't
know what it was, but she was horrified. Chuck suddenly gave her the
meanest look she had ever seen.
"God-damnit, now you made a mess on the floor!" He barked at her.
Dorothy immediately forgot about Susie and looked down where she had
dropped the spoon. There was a splotch of noodles and cheese sauce on
the linoleum.
"How can you be so stupid? Well, clean it up." Chuck seemed almost
happy to vent his frustrations at her.
Dorothy grabbed a sponge and bent over to pick up the spoon and scrub
the mess. She heard Chuck move from his chair, but she didn't see him
carefully looking at her raised ass.
"And make sure you get it all." He had never noticed before that his
mother had such a great ass. Her old dress was torn in a couple places
and he could see patches of the cotton material of her panties. He
quickly wondered if his mom's tits were as firm as her ass.
When Dorothy stood up again he was standing right in front of her
looking at her tits. For a moment she didn't notice, but something
caught in her throat when he didn't look into her eyes after a second.
"Uh..."
"Hmmph!" He turned his gaze down at the floor and studied it. "It
looks like you got it all, but how could anyone tell? The floor is
always dirty." He gave her a glance of disgust.
"Oh, now I cleaned up all day. I worked very hard to wash in here
today." Dorothy struggled to defend herself. She was close to tears.
"Yeah, yeah." Chuck turned his back to her and sat down again.
"Chuck, I'm sorry dear. I guess it just isn't good day." She reached
out and held his shoulder, but he swatted her hand away. Then she
smelled the noodles.
"Oh my God!" They were starting to burn. She turned, frantic, and
pulled the pan off the stove. They hadn't burned very much in fact,
but Dorothy almost had a nervous breakdown. She hurried to dump  the
pan into a bowl, and then she scooped out only the non-burnt parts and
put it in a dish.
Chuck hadn't said a thing but his eyes smoldered at her while she put
the dish in front of him. She stood there waiting for him to try it,
knowing he wouldn't let an opportunity to chastise her escape. He
grabbed his spoon tightly and dipped it into his dinner ceremoniously.
He didn't even taste it. He flipped the spoon of macaroni and cheese
right at his trembling mother.
"There, that's what you deserve for giving me burned food. I can't
believe how stupid you are!"
That was all it took. Dorothy burst into tears and knelt on the floor.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She repeated and clutched at his
shirt.
"You sure are. Get away from me. You're getting shit all over me."
"Oh, honey, don't say that word. I'll make you another supper."
"Shit, shit, SHIT!" Chuck pushed her and she sprawled over backwards.
He stood from his chair and stepped halfway over her body. "I'll say
whatever I like, because you're so stupid why should I care what you
think?"
"Please..."
"Now what are you going to do about it?" Chuck straddled her trembling
body and flicked a noodle off his shirt down onto her. "Jesus, I'm a
mess." He glared at her.
Dorothy didn't move. She didn't know what she was going to do. Chuck
had finally proven to her that he was her master, and she needed to
rely on him. She'd do whatever he wanted. Her face turned white with
fear when she saw his eyes strangely soften. He wasn't looking at her
anymore. He was looking at her tits.
Chuck was enjoying every minute of this. He felt he could make his mom
do anything. Here he was, standing on top of her and ordering her
around like she was his plaything. A very sexy plaything. She was
holding one arm in front of her face as if he was going to strike her,
but caused her tits to straighten out from her chest, and he could see
how nice they really were. He had never noticed them before because
her clothes were so loose and ugly. An idea came to him.
"I know what you're going to do. You made this mess. You're going to
clean it up."
"Of course, dear. You know I'll do whatever it takes. I'm so terribly
sorry." Dorothy saw something new in her son's face. She wondered what
it was. She felt a pang of fear deep inside her. When she tried to get
up from the floor, Chuck stepped back. His eyes held some hidden
meaning.
"First you're going to have to deal with this. He pointed at the stain
on his shirt."
"What do you mean?"
"You're going to clean this."
"I'll get a paper towel." Dorothy began to turn, but Chuck grabbed her
arm.
"No, that's not what I mean. This way." He began to lead her.
Dorothy gulped as her fear pulsed at this new tactic. She followed him
out of the kitchen and into the hallway. He stopped at the bathroom.
"Well?" He asked to further confuse her.
"Well what?" Her eyes implored.
He opened the door and tugged her inside. "Start filling the bathtub."
"Dear Chuck. I don't understand."
His eyes pierced her. "You made this mess. You're going to wash me."
He shut the door and began to take off his shirt.
Dorothy stood dumbfounded. Her own son was going to force her to wash
him. "I-I can't do that."
"Why not? It's your mess." He dropped the shirt and began to remove
his belt.
"Chuck! No. Please! You're a grown boy. I don't wash you anymore."
"What does it matter how old I am. I'm tired of all your stupid
mistakes. Maybe next time you won't be so dumb." Then Chuck unzipped
his pants and dropped them on the floor. He stepped out of them and
stood in his underwear.
"Here. I'll run the water, and you take the bath. Okay?"
Chuck didn't say anything as Dorothy began to fill the tub. He simply
looked more closely at her raised behind while the tiles echoed the
splash of water. His youthful cock was beginning to grow. He quietly
put his hand on his cock and rubbed it lightly. Things were going
perfectly! If his luck held out he was going to have a great night.
Finally the tub was full. "There. You have a nice bath, and I'll clean
up the kitchen. I'll even make you a sandwich. Wouldn't you like
that?" His mother tried not to look at her son's body. He had taken
his hand away from the bulge in his underwear before she turned
around.
"Just a second." He said. He reached into the water as if to test it.
"What's this? It's cold! How could you screw up something as simple as
bath water? You stay right here and get it right."
Dorothy bit her lip. "I'm sure I used lots of hot water." She could
see how the mirror had begun to fog.
"Well it isn't very. You'd had better stay to wash me after all, to
make sure the water doesn't get cold." Chuck struggled to keep his
face stern as he laughed inside at how easy he could bend her. Then he
showed her his ultimate defiance. He pulled down his underwear and his
fully erect cock leaped out.
Dorothy couldn't help but stare at it. She hadn't seen it since he was
just a toddler. It had grown, quite a bit, but it was about the right
size for his age. Except she had never seen it with a hard-on! "No,
Chuck, please." She quickly turned her head away and stooped once
again to add more hot water. "Get in the water, okay?" She kept her
eyes averted.
Chuck grinned and stepped naked into the tub. Then he sat down and
relaxed. All the while he kept looking at his mother's firm ass. He
had to do something about that dress. "Get the soap." He dunked down
under the water to soak. When he sat up, dripping, he held out his
arms to be rubbed.
His mother knelt down with a soapy cloth and started to wash his arm.
He could see how her well covered tits jiggled at the motion. "Hey,
what do you think you're doing?" He pulled away from her.
"I'm washing you, dear." Dorothy looked guilty just from the tone of
his voice.
"You're still covered with that mess. I don't want to be washed while
your still dirty. What good is that?"
"Dear, why don't you just wash yourself?" Her eyes implored.
"No. You won't learn anything that way." He paused. "Now take that
filthy rag off."
"What?" Dorothy was incredulous. He couldn't possibly mean...
"Jesus mom, what do you think I'm going to do? I just want to get
clean."
Dorothy knew she shouldn't listen too him. He was becoming just like
his father. The thought crushed her. "Honey, please. Don't you want me
to just make you a sandwich?" It was the only thing she could think
of.
"No!" Chuck knew he had her. He almost laughed. This was fun!
His mother was close to tears again. She was kneeling over her naked
son and he wanted her to take off her dress. It was madness, but
Dorothy's spirit was far too weak to fight her son who she desperately
wished would care as much for her as she did for him.
"Chuck, your mommy loves you very much. Don't make me take off my
dress. That isn't right."
"Well, it isn't right that you ruined dinner and made an awful mess.
You're suppose to be the responsible one."
Dorothy had lost. Her plea for reason had be ignored as if she were of
no importance whatsoever. She stepped up and away and unzipped the
back of her dress. She was crying. Her last hope for dignity was gone,
and who knew what her son would force her to do next? She pulled the
dress over her shoulders and slid her arms out of it. She held the
dirty thing over her breasts for a moment until her sons eyes burned
their intentions into her head. She turned her head away and let the
dress drop to the ground. She stood clothed only in her bra, and
panties. She didn't usually wear a slip when she did housework.
Chuck was amazed! His mother was gorgeous. Her tits were full and fit
tight into the halter. Her hips were broad and round. He could even
see the bulge of her pubis filling out her panties. A couple curly
hairs stuck out around the edges. He gasped in awe. "What are you
stalling for? This water's getting cold. Where's that soap?" His cock
was rock hard and pulsed with life. He had stopped thinking of the
girl Susie and all the other neighborhood girls almost an hour ago.
Dorothy knelt down. She reached once again to her son and began to
bathe him. He remained cranky throughout the ordeal, although she
noticed him staring at her body when he wasn't chiding her about how
she washed him. She kept reminding herself that he was just a boy, but
the unstated lump of fear clutched at her heart. She finished his
upper body and began to wash his legs. When she reached up on his
thigh, she saw what she had been avoiding to look at the entire time
she rubbed him with soap, his eager cock.
"Well, go ahead and finish the job. You've taken long enough to get
this far. The water is ice cold."
"Honey, please don't make me."
"Who's making you? When will you learn to finish what you start?"
Chuck grabbed her hand with the washcloth and rubbed it on his waiting
prick.
"Oh my God Chuck, no!" She begged, but her hand gripped the turgid
prick and began to stroke it. The soap in the wash cloth oozed out
between her fingers. She turned her head away.
"That's it. You might just learn something at that, but I doubt it.
Don't stop until I tell you, got it?"
Dorothy's defeat was complete - she was masturbating her own son. It
was vile and degrading, and she knew deep inside this was her fate.
She was just a man's sport. Although she was nearly as afraid of her
son as her evil husband, she told herself he was still young and
couldn't really hurt her physically. Could he? There were a whole
world of men who, no doubt, were far more dangerous.
Chuck became quiet. He had been staring continuously at his mother's
full, jiggling bra until the first contractions in his prick jerked
him. He was going to cum. If that prissy cunt, Susie, could see him
now she'd learn what a real man could do to a woman. His father was
his idol. He had always sided with his adolescent son in any dispute
with his mom, but too he had learned never to cross his old man. That
was what manhood meant to him. He imagined the perky bitch peeking
into the bathroom at that moment and seeing his nearly naked mother
jacking him off in the tub. The image pushed him over the edge. Thick
spurts of cum spewed into the bath water as he grunted in ecstasy.
Dorothy turned at the sudden gasps of her son. At the sight of the
floating white globs she shrieked and ran out of the bathroom. She
could hear her son laughing as she dove into her bedroom and locking
it, hid there. It was a nightmare! She told herself over and over that
she must stand up to the boy. She had to discipline him, but she only
sat behind the door and cried herself to sleep.

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