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Subject: {ASSM} Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth (2/?) [hum,reluc,inc,m/F,M/dom]
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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 2

She found herself in bed the next morning. Sometime in the night she
had crawled beneath the covers and had buried herself under them. The
unreal memory of the night before wanted for dismissal like a wicked
dream, but she was too awake and fully dreading future days with her
son. She dressed and walked cautiously out of her room. It was Monday
and he had already left for school. She gave a deep sigh of relief.
Dorothy spent most of the day scrubbing the bathroom trying to get the
memory of her terrible ordeal out of her mind. By mid-afternoon it was
spotless and her mind was as tormented as ever. She turned to the
kitchen and cleaned up the previous night's mess. She slipped so
easily back into the cycle that had dominated her adult life. She was
just considering what to make Chuck for supper when he arrived.
"Hi Mom." His voice was thick with cheer. He walked straight to the
refrigerator and grabbed a soda. He smiled strangely at her and exited
to the living room. She heard the TV come to life. Her heart pounded
in her chest. She didn't know what to think.
All day long, in the back of her mind, she had been waiting for the
boy to heap her with insults and spite. But he was now acting as if
nothing had happened. She felt herself raise one small notch in hope,
and she stooped slightly less. She looked through the cupboard shelves
and poked around in the refrigerator. She was only stalling. Finally
she peeked into the living room and asked, "Chuck, dear, what would
you like for supper?"
"Oh, anything would be fine. You decide, mom." He added a unnerving
emphasis on the last word. Dorothy shuddered. "How about soup?" She
offered.
Chuck paused just long enough before turning to his mother. "Didn't I
say you should decide?" He asked evenly, staring unblinking at her. He
had been waiting all day to play his next game with his new found toy.
She only nodded and quickly shied from his beam of authority. She went
and made soup. Dorothy tried to keep her tears from falling in the
saucepan.
When she called him to dinner she couldn't look at his face. He walked
very quietly to the dining table and sat down without a word. The bowl
of soup sat steaming before him. Dorothy sipped at hers praying that
it wasn't too hot or too cold. She heard soft sounds from Chuck as he
began to dip his spoon into the hearty broth. She waited, and waited
for his condemnation, but her son said nothing. She dared to peek out
at the boy, but he was calmly eating the soup, dunking a cracker into
it. He caught her nervous eyes and smiled.
"This is good. How was your day mother?" Chuck rarely called her that,
and again he put an extra emphasis on the word.
Suddenly she was terribly self-conscious, and looked blankly at him,
speechless.
He chuckled. "That good, huh?"
Dorothy swallowed. Her mouth was terribly dry. She wanted to sip
another spoonful of soup, but she sat frozen waiting for the horrible
silence to end. Finally she croaked something. "H-how was your day?"
"It sucked." He said evenly, daring his mother to challenge his choice
of words.
"I-I'm ss-sorry, dear." Then she could turn back to her bowl and try
to forget the new silence that howled at her.
Chuck resumed his eating. He was laughing inside. This was going to be
easier than even his most optimistic hopes. All day in school he had
thought of only one thing. How far could he push his mother into doing
whatever he wanted? He had plotted and planned from the moment he woke
up until he returned that afternoon. It was clear now that she was his
completely. Secretly he hoped that she didn't know just how complete,
or much of the fun of his new game would have been lost. He finished
eating.
"Mom?" He asked simply.
"W-what dear?" Dorothy flinched at the unexpected word.
"How could you?" His voice strained lightly.
Her eyes opened wide. "Me? W-what? I th-thought you liked the soup."
"This isn't about your soup. I mean last night." His voiced gained a
hard edge.
"W-what about last night?" Her face paled as she saw herself jacking
her son's hard cock in the warm bath water.
"You, you made me, you know." He looked almost sheepish trying not to
say the word.
"No, please. Just forget about it. It was just a horrible mistake. You
didn't know." She spoke feverishly saying anything to avoid talking
about it.
"But I can't forget. You made me cum." Chuck's wolves' heart began to
show through his meek veneer.
"Chuck, you have to forgive me. I was just doing what you told me."
"But you should have known better. You're my mother. That's a terrible
thing. How could you?" He returned to his original question.
"Oh god, no. I can't do anything right." She began to sob openly,
wiping her cheeks with her napkin.
"Now what am I going to do? You ruined me. I'm perverted now, and it's
your fault."
"Stop dear. Please, just forget about it. I love you. I wouldn't hurt
you for the world. It was just a little thing."
"Just a little thing? What would people think if I told them about
this little thing?"
"Honey, you mustn't. They'll put me away in jail. You'll go to some
other family."
"Maybe that's for the best, I have to live with last night. Do you
know why I can't forget?"
"No, dear." Dorothy said not thinking.
"Because I liked it." Chuck's eyes sparkled with lust. "I want to do
it again."
Dorothy froze completely.
Chuck got out of his chair. He circled the table until he was beside
his mother. "Now all I can think of is cumming. I'll never be normal
again." He put his hand on her shoulder. She flinched and hunched
farther over the table trying to escape his touch. "I'm afraid if I
don't cum again I'll have to do something drastic. Maybe I'll have to
grab Susie and force her to make me cum. Maybe I'll grow up and be a
rapist. What have you done mother? My whole life is ruined!" Then he
gripped her arm as hard as he could, making her cry out in pain. "Now
what are you going to do about it?" Then he released her.
"Oh honey. Please, I didn't mean to do anything. You told me to wash
you." She had turned in her chair and looked up at his newly eager
face.
"Yeah, wash me not jack me off."
"But you said you'd stop me."
"We'll it's too late for that, how would I know what would happen?"
Chuck had been masturbating for a couple years. He knew perfectly well
why he wanted his mother to jack him off.
"Oh God, honey. I'm so sorry. It can't be that bad. Y-you'll forget
about it."
"Oh yeah, well what about in the meantime?"
"Huh?"
"I mean right now. Look at me!" He pointed to his crotch. His cock
waited behind his pants like an iron piston.
"Oh, my God!" Dorothy looked down and cried at her sudden proximity to
her son's hard-on. He had pushed himself next to her shoulder. If his
fly had been opened his cock might have reached out and touched her
chin.
"Chuck, don't."
"Don't what."
"Don't show me that."
"But it's your fault. What am I going to do? What are you going to
do?"
Dorothy was once again silenced by the implied request. She could only
look up at him afraid of what would happen.
In response to her silence Chuck reached for his zipper and tugged it
down. The bursting cock pushed his underwear out of his pants. He
reached between the folds of his shorts and pulled his meat in front
of his mother's face. It snapped out and brushed her chin.
"Now I'm only going to ask once more. What are you going to do about
it?" Chuck threatened.
He waited a few brief seconds as his mother visible crumbled beneath
his carefully planned dominance. She weakly turned in her chair and
raised her arm. What could she do? If the boy was already changed by
her horrible act, then there was nothing to do but keep him safe in
his own home. She grasp his hot, sweaty wand and gently stroked it.
He had won. He stared and smiled openly as her frame shuddered with
sobs. As his body succumbed to her light grip he was already planning
his next move.
Dorothy's face was red and she peered through a swirling sheen of
tears up at her boy. She couldn't help but look at his pulsing cock,
and she could feel how she was affecting him. His self-congratulating
smile faded as he began to respond to her ministrations. Somewhere
inside her, a tiny spark ignited. It was the first time he had ever
shown a weakness in front of her. But only barely recognized the fact.
She wiped her cheek with her free hand and tried to look away.
Chuck didn't want her to escape her fate, even in this small way. He
turned her head back to him with a sturdy push of his hand. "See,
mother what you've done to me?"
"Please don't make me do this." She pleaded one last time.
"Then how will you ever learn?" Chuck echoed himself.
Chuck noticed the embarrassed red in her face. He looked at her face
with longing. If only... He began in his mind. "Faster. You have to
make me cum." His mother quickened her stroking. He began to turn his
body until her face got in the way of her hand. At one opportunity, he
thrust his hips forward and pushed the head of his cock against her
cheek. She turned her head away, deep in shame, Dorothy remembered how
her husband would jam his huge member into her face and choke her.
Chuck continued to press forward with his cock and he chased her
ducking head as she tried to keep a steady pounding on his bulging
dick.
"Mom, stop moving around. How am I going to cum if I can't get into
the right position?" He said gruffly.
"But you're getting it in my face."
"SO?" He spit the word. "I don't care if I have to push it in your
ear. You're not doing it right. Stop moving!"
His mother paled further as he positioned her head straight in front
of his cock. He was nearly ready to cum, but he wanted to get a little
extra out of his mother this time, and he tried to make it last. He
once again pushed his hips forward. Her own hand smashed her nose an
she shook her head, but she was too far under his control to duck. He
pushed his cock at her again, this time scoring on her lips. The first
contact with those full, rich, soft puffs of skin rushed through him
like a lightning bolt. They were all he needed to react. His creamy
cum shot out like cannon balls, smashing into his mother's face. She
blinked and at once thought to dodge the onrushing milk of his loins,
but her fear of him was too great. She knew that this is how he wanted
to utterly humiliate her. He had won completely and she couldn't even
hide from that fact.
Chuck howled like a hunting wolf standing over fresh meat. He came and
came. The sensations in his body were stronger than he had ever felt
by just jerking off alone. This was only the beginning he kept telling
himself.
----
For the rest of the week, Chuck would return home right after school
and order his mother to jack him off. He kept warning her that he
might be compelled to do something drastic if she didn't succumb to
his pleasure. And every evening he pushed his dick harder and harder
into her awaiting face. Some nights he would even make her jack him
off twice. Finally he began to allow himself to consider how else that
face could serve him.
It was late Friday night, and Chuck immediately upon his arrival from
school had stood in the kitchen with his mother's practiced grip on
his eager cock, diving forward into her cheek and lips and even her
eyes and long hair. He had noticed the slight bruises on her face from
his daily pummeling.
Dorothy suffered all of his thrusting silently, unable to meet his hot
gaze. The strong smell of his sweaty crotch was now a permanent
fixture in her memory. She could neither forget the salty taste of his
cum as it poured repeatedly on her eyelids and cheeks and lips. He had
quickly disallowed her to use a kitchen towel to wipe her face. He
would use her own hand to clean it. Soon he was making her lick her
fingers afterwards and only yesterday he had told her to swipe every
drop into her mouth and swallow it. "Why should you be allowed to wash
your dirty hands and face in the sink when you're just like a pig who
will eat anything?" She had tried once again to protest, but he cut
off her first word with a quick slap to her face. Then he ordered her
to lick his hand clean.
Chuck was in his room changing into pajamas. He wasn't going to sleep
just yet - he was ready to take the next step with his slave mother.
Dorothy kept to her room most nights. It had become the only place she
could feel safe. She feared her young son more with each passing day.
His eyes grew greedier and greedier as he commanded her to stroke his
prick while he mashed it into her face and came all over her. She
prayed that the boy would leave her alone, but she knew from whom his
nature had sprung. Her husband was a cruel man who taught all of his
anger and greed by example. There could be no greater force to shape a
child. Chuck used to hide behind her when his father raged, but after
his tenth year he stayed on the sideline and familiarized himself with
brutality and lust. It was all he had ever known in a role model. What
about his mother would ever win the path of his future?
"Mom. I can't sleep. I need to cum. I always sleep better when I cum."
Chuck's voice called outside her room.
Dorothy tried to lie still and keep quiet, but her son only opened the
door and walked in. "Honey. It's late you should go to bed. I'm trying
to sleep."
"Sleep? That's all you probably do around here, since you keep the
place like a pig sty."
"Please Chuck, there aren't any cleaner homes in our neighborhood. I
work all day for you. Why can't you be content? I love you,
sweetheart."
"You're sick. Children shouldn't know your kind of love, but now I'm
stuck and you had better stop complaining when I need to rid myself of
the mess you made."
"No. That's not true. Try and forget. It's not too late. You're still
a good boy. I know you are."
"Sure, and now you'll tell me I can forget THIS." Chuck snarled and he
pulled his pajama pants down to his knees. His naked dick sprang out
like a cuckoo.
"No Chuck. Please. I can't do this anymore. It's not right."
"Mother, what do I have to do this time? I'll go right outside and
start looking into windows. Maybe I'll find some dirty girl with her
clothes off and I'll sneak into her window and use a knife..."
"Chuck!" His mother was horrified at his story. "Don't even say such a
thing. Promise me you'll never hurt anyone."
He looked at her and promised there wasn't anyone he wanted to hurt,
except his mother. "Well? Get out of that bed. I'm not going to go
through this game again. I'm waiting."
Dorothy turned red with shame as she turned back the covers and
slipped from her bed. She had taken to wearing thick flannel shirts
and long cotton pajama pants even on warm nights. Too bad, thought
Chuck. He wished he could see her in her underwear again. Nothing was
impossible tonight he promised himself. In fact he had plans for the
whole weekend.
His mother knelt before him like a nun before her altar. She closed
her eyes and took her son's rigid cock into her hand. She began to
pump it.
"Get your face closer. You ought to know by now."
She stepped forward with her knees. She closed her eyes, but she could
smell his unwashed dick from his earlier hand job, and still taste his
sperm from only hours ago. She already wanted to gag. "Please Chuck.
Don't push into me. I don't like that. Promise me you'll just relax.
I-I could maybe even like this more if you let me." Dorothy said
unexpectedly. She dreaded the boy's increasing attention to jabbing
his cock into her face, and was willing to compromise her humiliation.
She even tried to give his cock her best rubbing, in attempt to
persuade him.
She felt the boy's hands on her face. They touched her lightly. "Oh
mom. I'm sorry. I just get carried away. You make me cum so good. I
can't help myself." Chuck responded, secretly gleeful.
Dorothy opened her eyes at her boy's apologetic words. She hugged his
dick strongly as she jacked its  length. "I'm your mother, I can
forgive you if you hurt me accidentally. Just let me move over a bit."
Chuck replied swiftly. "But you hold it wrong when you aren't exactly
there. It doesn't feel as good."
"Let me try it another way, please honey. I promise it'll feel
better."Dorothy hopes rose. She felt she had to do something to keep
him from going any further in his sexual exploitation of her."
"But that's not how I like it. Oh you feel so good, mom. You're really
getting good at jerking me like that. How could it be better?" He
suddenly jabbed his cock into her face, deliberately poking her open,
left eye." His aim was improving.
She cried out. "Ow! Chuck please." She tried to duck to one side as he
shot again for her lips, but he grabbed her head in time to hit her
cheek. She wiped her tearing eye. "Let me try it differently. You're
hurting mommy."
"Really mom," Chuck said excitedly. "I can't help myself. It feels so
good. My body just wants to jerk." He jabbed her again as he held her
face, smashing her nose. "Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe I should try something
different." He moved his fingers down her face.
"Yes Chuck, anything. You have to stop hurting me."
When his fingers reached his mother's soft, pouting lips he drummed
them lightly there.
"I know. Why don't you hold the end right there. I bet your lips are
strong. Then you can keep me from hitting your face while you're hand
is free to jack me.
Dorothy cried out in alarm. "NO! Chuck, you mustn't do that." It was
horrible. Even worse than probing her face. What if he thrust it in
her mouth? He wouldn't be any better than her husband after all! "I
take it back. It's okay. I know you can't help yourself, but you need
this, don't you?" She again spoke too quickly. What was she saying?
She was beginning to sound as if she approved of his humiliating her.
She felt even more ashamed.
Chuck told himself he was all set. He actually grabbed her hand and
stopped its sensational pumping on his sweating, rock hard cock. "No
mother. You're right." He said seriously. "I don't want to hurt you."
And without saying anything else, he spread her lips open and pressed
his needful cock into her pearl white teeth. "There. If only I had
thought of this sooner. Just hold tight with your lips. Now jerk me,
faster this time."
She hadn't reacted at all. Her own boy child pushed his young cock
into her lips without her uttering so much as a murmur. Suddenly the
past had come alive in her mind, and she was struck dumb and helpless
by her vivid memory of her dreaded husband raping her mouth. She had
to stop him, but he was urging her to resume her rapid stroking on his
repositioned prick. Her lips enveloped his sensitive cock head as she
gulped. Her one mad thought was to clench her teeth so tight they felt
like they might crack into pieces. His hand pulled her own back and
forth across his musky shaft, and soon she was pounding his meat as
fast as she could hoping he came as quickly as possible, in order to
escape the horrible memory in her head. She could feel he was very
near to cumming. She didn't even spare a thought about where his
sticky, cum geyser would spew. Dorothy just wanted to hide.
Just as she thought he was going to cum he yelled out. "Ouch!" He
looked down at her. "Damn you! You bit me!" And without hesitating he
slapped her face as hard as he could, but he didn't pull away. "Open
your teeth Damnit!" He said forcefully.
Dorothy was suddenly so afraid that she had bit him, she didn't even
think. She opened her teeth as her face continued to sting from his
strike.
With a howl of victory, Chuck slammed his cock deep into her mouth and
came like a fire hydrant. "Oh GOD yes!" He jabbered his pulsing hose
quickly in and out of her jaws as she gagged and tried to eject the
plunging invader, but his hands held her head firm. All she could do
was sputter and choke down the volumes of his jettisoning cum load.
"That's it, mom. That's perfect!" Chucked cried with glee. He could
feel his mother gulp his last spurt of cream.
Her head lay limp in his hands. His gurgling cock faded slowly in her
mouth. All fight had fled her. One more territory of her being had
been captured by her own flesh and blood. She suffered the bulky
flesh, now softening, pushing her tongue. The horrid taste of salty
cum echoed in her throat. She simply cried.

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