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Subject: {ASSM} Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth (3/6) [NC,inc, m/F, oral]
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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,
documented consent from the owner.



Chapter 3

Chuck failed to be moved. 
"Mother, how could you?"
"hmm?" She responded weakly.
Slowly he disengaged his languid member.
"Jacking my dick off wasn't sick enough for you, huh? What was I
thinking? I never should have put my prick near your wicked lips!"
"Ch", she coughed as the fullness in her mouth escaped. "Chuck? I-I
don't understand."
"You Bitch! You goddamn, COCKSUCKING BITCH!" Chuck struck the side of
his mom's face so hard she fell over in her weak state."
Dorothy tried once to rise, but sank into the rug. Her shock and
incomprehension incapacitated her.
"I should kick you." He continued. "Here I am trying to deal with the
sickness you forced on me, and now you suck my cock into your mouth
like a venomous whore! I should kick you." He raised his foot, and she
automatically flinched, but it never landed.
"No, no Chuck. I..." She tried to deny.
"BULLSHIT! You're just a cocksucker. You've probably wanted to suck my
cock all week. I bet you planned this all along just so you could suck
the come out of my prick. You're disgusting. What if I told someone
about this. They'd hang you for sure. What am I going to do?"
"Please, Chuck I didn't. You hit my face and pushed it into me."
"Shut up you dirty liar." Then he did kick her, the sole of her foot.
She yowled and began to crawl away. To her bed, maybe it was safe.
"What am I going to have to do, tie you up so you can't try anything
else?" Chuck was ready now. He followed his mother's weak crawl back
to her bed. Predictably, she was in tears. He looked at her butt
clothed in thick wool pajamas. It wriggled at him in a meek but
deserving way. How he wanted to feel her butt. It was really quite a
marvelous ass. Someday he promised himself he have at that ass in the
best way. He wasn't that ready yet. He settled for a lesser offense.
Dorothy was halfway into bed, her body lay face down on the mattress,
and her ass hung over the corner. She was about to lift a leg when her
son shouted.
"Stop right there! Don't move. I can't think about what you just did
to me without so much as a regret. You can't just go to sleep after
sucking your own son's cock against his will. You raped my cock with
your filthy mouth, and I going to make sure you pay for your sick
behavior."
"But Chuck!" His mother wailed. "I hated it. You forced me."
"Lying isn't going to make this easier. I'll be right back. If you
move an inch you'll regret it even more."
Dorothy froze in position, but she looked after him, piteously
bewildered. He headed out the door. Her movement caught his attention,
and he stopped to give her a fierce stare. Dorothy gulped, and she let
her face fall into the soft bedding. Her fresh tears soaked into the
linen.
A couple agonizing minutes later she screamed in pain. Chuck stood
behind her swatting her pert ass with a small wooden cutting board.
"Don't even think of moving, until I'm done." He struck her as hard as
he could with the wooden tool. "This is for your filthy cocksucking."
"Oww! No, NO!"
"This is for your lying." He continued smacking her, alternating
between ass cheeks. The pain lingered so strongly it felt like two
people were striking her.
"I won't, I won't ever do it again. Please don't hit me. God forgive
me. Please!" His mother screeched.
"I'm not going to give you that option. I want this to hurt so that
you'll never forget what a sick, perverted mother you are." Her butt
was already swelling from his beating, but he didn't stop.
"Stop, STOP, I beg you!" Dorothy's entire ass was in pain. A wall of
torment blazed in her ass. The board didn't even slow.
"This is for your lazy ass." Chuck, just beginning to tire, was so
excited he could barely recognize the feeling. He kept on hitting her,
visualizing her ass beneath the thin cloth, wishing it were completely
naked before his mighty blows.
His mother was beyond hysterics. She blubbered and howled with every
strike, but she had lost all sense of place and time. There was only a
world of pain surrounding her.
Chuck began to laugh. He didn't even know why. The whole situation
suddenly appeared ridiculous. Here he was spanking his own mother's
ass with a thick piece of wood, and she was completely in his power.
He almost died and went to hell. It was a moment of realization that
this was his purpose in life to cause his mother all the suffering she
could bear and more. He wanted to break her and break her again, until
her will was nothing at all.
He finally slowed his arm to short expressive bursts. He realized he
couldn't take her all at once. It was suppose to be a thing of
terrible beauty, his new purpose in life, a long drawn out process
until all of the honey had been burned out of a hive.
"There!" He shouted with each final blow. "No maybe," WHACK! "You'll",
SMACK! "behave", THWACK! "next time." He gasp for breath.
His mother choked and sobbed. "Anything, anything."
Chuck lay the warm piece of wood down and smiled. He reached into his
own pajama pants and found the thing he wanted more than spanking his
mother's ass. His cum weary prick had sprung back to life. It raged to
break out of his pants.
"Okay then." He told his mom. "If you mean that, then you'll crawl
back here to me and do it right this time!" He again fished his horny
cock out of his cotton pants and stroked it with longing.
Some small bit of self horror still lingered in her. At his words
Dorothy felt a chill rise out of her blistering, hot ass and up her
spine. She knew instinctively what he wanted. The unknown extent he
would go to get it scared her as no beating could. She slowly and
painfully left the bed, turning around on her hands and knees.
Her own young son stood in front of her with his blood engorged cock
in his hands, blood made hot by spanking her swollen ass with a heavy
paddle. His eyes gleamed with victory. "Get over here, now."
She crawled with difficulty. Her ass burned from a searing violence
struck against it. Beneath him she looked up pleading for mercy. There
was none for her.
"What are you?"
"Huh, Chuck?"
"I asked what are you. You aren't deaf."
"I don't know. Please honey I'll do anything. What do you want?"
"I want you to know what you are, and why I had to punish you."
Dorothy gulped and her eyes streamed with tears.
"You are a cocksucker. You wanted to suck my cock all week. Didn't
you?"
"N-no." She whispered it.
He only had to raise his hand slightly. "What?" He commanded.
"Anything. I-I'm a c-co-cocksucker. Whatever you want."
"Good." Chuck smiled and pressed his menacing cock into her face. He
rubbed it all over her skin, and he stopped it right in front of her
trembling lips. "Say it again."
"I-I'm a cocksucker. Please Chuck, have mercy."
He ignored her.
"I was afraid I was wrong. Maybe I did push into you. But that wasn't
right, was it? You wanted to suck my cock. Didn't you?"
His mother eyes were empty. She was nothing. She hesitated for only
couple seconds before answering.
"Y-yes." She lowered her head.
"Here, suck it. I love you. Maybe I shouldn't care about your perverse
habits. You're my mother after all. You love me don't you?"
His question raised a small hope within Dorothy. All she ever wanted
was to be loved.
"Yes Chuck. Mommy loves you."
"Good. You'd never want to hurt me would you?"
"No No!" Dorothy promised. Her son's prick bounced off of her lips.
Chuck slowly fed his rigid cock into her mouth. "Suck it."
Dorothy opened her mouth as wide as she could but she couldn't take
all of it into her mouth. Still her son pressed harder, slowly forcing
his meat into her throat until she choked on it. She gagged and
coughed, but he held her head and he began to pump his eager meat in
and out of her face.
"Suck it damnit."
Dorothy clamped her lips down upon her son's plowing cock. She sucked
him, gagging as his dick speared the back of her mouth. Now she really
was a cock sucker. "Oh honey. Ggggh!" She wanted to tell him how she
only wanted his love, not to be treated like this. Why did he force
her so? If only he would be more kind and sweet, like a son should,
she might even begin to like...
"That's it, you slutting cocksucker, take it all. Here." Chuck
interrupted her half formed thought and pushed heavily into his
mother's face, almost knocking her off balance. His cock had never
felt like this. He never wanted a hand job again, as long as his
mother was available to gulp his prick. His sense of power over her
heightened to where he believed he had total control, except his cock
was pulsing and probing so incredibly, he could barely talk. He merely
uttered a stream of foul language, unable to pursue any other act.
"God damnit, you fucking bitch, suck me more. Harder, harder!" He was
in such possession of strength he began slapping her face and yelling
at her to suck harder. His dick thought it was already in a vice grip,
but he wanted more.
Dorothy yelled in pain and surprise, but she didn't dare dislodge her
son's pummeling prick. She tried to protect her self with her arms as
his pole slid deeper into her throat, savaging it, but she couldn't
keep her balance. He kept hitting her and yelling, but he wasn't
actually hitting her with his full strength, just enough to sting and
confuse her further. All she could do was suck harder on his rampant
cock. She began to suffocate. She couldn't get a breath in. She gagged
and choked trying to just to breathe. The dank odor of his abused bolt
and musty scrotum hair clogged her nose until she felt like she was
going to vomit. Still she held on in dread fear of reprisal, gulping
down sour heaves from her beleaguered stomach.
She was doing it! Thought Chuck. She was sucking him like some kind of
sex machine. She was just a slave to his worst desires. His cock felt
like it left a layer of skin in her mouth every time he pulled it out
and rammed it back into her face. He stopped hitting her and just kept
yelling. He was going to explode any second. "You sucking,
cocksucking, mother fucking bitch! Oh, damnit that's incredible.!" He
was just about to cum, and then without thinking, he said. "I love you
mommy!" And his dick blasted out a fierce jet of gallons of cum.
Suddenly, Dorothy was swallowing as fast as she could, unable to take
one breath, her mouth filled with her son's white spew and spilled all
over her face. She had been about to die when she heard him suddenly
cry out that he loved her. And at that moment she felt something
wrench free just below her stomach. Her own bowels churned in a way
she had never felt before, and she could feel a long submerged spark
ignite inside her. She didn't know what it was, but for all the
beating and cock slugging it grabbed her attention as a messenger of
hope and future salvation. Somewhere inside herself she found a
strange strength to forgive her son and carry his awful burden, but
with it came a terrible hint of something waiting for eventual
fulfillment. Her loins felt loose, and sent out weak messages of
promise to her tortured brain.
Chuck could barely stand. His relaxing piston still hung in front of
his mother's face. It was more than he had ever dreamed of. His joy
was absolute and without bounds. Nothing could stop him, he told
himself. He could hardly wait for his dick to fill out so he could do
it again, but he so was tired. He had been twisting his mother in
knots for hours it seemed, and it had all be worth it. He felt
invincible and incredibly drained as if the cum which dripped down his
mother's blank face had been a piece of his soul, and she had sucked
it out of him. He only looked at her for a second. Then he laughed,
fully enjoying the final spectacle of his victory. He turned around
and padded his naked body out of her room. He didn't even hear her
last words.
"Mommy loves you."

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