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Subject: {ASSM} Mom's Eye for Son's Tooth (5-6/6) [NC, mom, son, abuse, psycho]
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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 5

Dorothy, shut her self into the bedroom, lay buried under the covers.
The past week had taken it's toll and now all she could do was lie
down and cry. Her ass was a giant bruise. She had tried to cool it
with a wet towel, but even that was too harsh for her terribly
sensitive cheeks. Curled on her side, she sobbed into her pillow,
praying her son would stay out for the whole day.
"Mother!" Chuck's voice called from the living room.
Dorothy flinched and shook all over. No. Please.
"Mother?" His voice was outside her door.
She wrapped the pillow around her head trying to bury her unquenchable
sobs.
He knocked lightly. "Mother, I can hear you." 
"Oh, Chuck. Mommy needs some sleep. Can you come back later?"
Chuck opened the door. "No. I need you right now."
His mother peeked at him, her eyes visible just above the edge of her
comforter. "Oh, Chuck. I beg you. Please let mommy get some sleep."
"Mom, you have to stop being so lazy." He said quietly. He walked
right up to the bed.
Dorothy sniffed and groaned.
"It hurts so much." She said.
"I know." Chuck brushed his hand against her forehead.
"I-I'll be real good. Just let mommy get a little sleep."
"Aw, poor thing, but this will take only a minute." He smiled at her.
"Wh-what is it?" Dorothy couldn't dare disobey him or even stall him.
"I want you to tell me something."
Oh, no. She could hear the threat already in his voice, no matter how
kindly he pretended.
"Please. I-I don't know."
"You haven't heard the question yet." His voice almost slipped into
anger.
His mother swallowed her sobs, petrified from her fear.
"Now tell me mother. Are you really a cocksucker?"
"Oh, Chuck!" She burst out.
Chuck snapped at her. "Answer me!"
Dorothy painfully met his eyes. "I-I don't know... I don't know what
to say."
"You know. You know what you feel when I push into your mouth."
"I feel terrible. You're so terrible to me."
"I'm just teaching you, but I have to know what you're feeling when
you suck me. You like it, don't you."
"Chuck, I'm so confused. I-I'll say anything." She surrendered. Hope
failed. "If you wouldn't be so terrible..."
"How am I terrible? You're my mother. I love you."
"No, no Chuck. You force me. You bend every word. Y-you h-hit me."
"Dad hit both of us, but it was for our own good."
"No, never. H-he was a brute." Dorothy suddenly rose and grabbed her
son's shoulders. "Don't be a brute Chuck, not to anyone. Not to me,
please."
"You're a liar."
"No. Go ahead, hit me. I don't care anymore. Nothing you do can make
me believe your father was anything but evil."
Chuck paused. Her words echoed within him as if they were the first
words he had ever heard her speak. Their conviction was pure. Slowly
he spread a smile across his face.
"Fine."
Dorothy watched her son. On his face two images wrestled, the boy's
father, and her own. They faded and in their place was the same dear
child she prayed would not forsake her.
"Please son, let mommy rest."
"Do you promise to be good?"
Dorothy swallowed. "Yes Chuck."
"Will you do what I tell you?"
Dorothy dropped her eyes. "Yes Chuck."
"Okay, now tell me. Are you a cocksucker?"
"Mmm." She looked one, last, pleading look at her son.
He only stared at her harder.
Finally, Dorothy accepted the new bargain between them. "Yes. Yes
Chuck. I-I am a cocksucker."
"Good. Now suck this." He kneeled on the bed. His cock jutted out
between his unzipped zipper.
It pointed at her expectantly. Chuck's smile was worse than ever.
Dorothy knew her only option. She opened her mouth and closed her
eyes.
"No. That's not good enough." Chuck slapped her lightly.
Startled, she gulped and asked. "What do you want?"
"Get out of those covers and take your clothes off."
"Oh, Chuck. Please. Mommy will suck your cock. Don't make me take my
clothes off."
"You have too, or do you want to get spanked again."
Dorothy shook her head. She pushed the covers down and began to remove
layer after layer of her only defense against her son.
First was the nightgown.
Then she took off the pajama top. Her thick brassier quivered
nervously.
Then she pulled down her bottoms. The long, corduroy pants were kicked
into a heap at the foot of her bed.
Chuck drooled, looking at his mother's sexy body.
Something new was happening in his mother's head. As she stripped off
her layers, something inside her began to glow. Every newly reveal
part of her body began to tingle. She kept looking at her son's cock
as if it were in charge more than her son. She was going to suck that
awful thing, and she was going to show her naked body. She grew flush.
"Honey, can I suck it now?"
His cock began to hurt. Just looking at her tight panties and wire bra
was giving him early jitters. It was almost as if he was going to cum,
but he wasn't. He couldn't wait any longer.
"Do you want to suck it?"
Dorothy looked down. "Yes." And she meant it.
"Here." He scooted forward to her face and presented his cock to it.
His mother opened her mouth and carefully drew the rod of flesh
inside. It was as if she had never tasted it before. It was the
sweetest of meats, and it was hers. For the first time in her life she
felt in control. She began to suck it with all the love her son had
denied her.
Chuck had been ready to jam his prong into her mouth and fuck her face
with stunning force, but at her first touch, her lips caressed his
yearning peter like she had never before. "Oh mother, what is this?"
He blurted at her softness and gentle sucking. She milked him like the
kindest maiden. His dick's anger melted at the same time it craned
harder with need. Chuck could not move, such was the pleasure that
rippled out from his swollen member. He placed his hands on the back
of his mother's head and held her gently for the first time. His mood
evaporated like mist before the sun.
Dorothy never knew that cocksucking could be an act of pleasure. She
sensed Chuck's withering attitude. Grateful, she gave her best
mouthing on his engorged prick. Her head rocked like a sonnet on her
son's flute. She licked and sucked his greedy cock meat as if it were
honeyed ham. Chuck's moans were music to her rhythm.
"Oooohhh, geee. Mom, I never felt that before. I-I AAAAaaaaaahhhh. so
goooood!"
"Mmmmmbbbbbllllll..." She tried to answer him with loving hums and
slurping mouth.
"Ohh, yes. Thank you mother. I love you." Chuck was crying. He felt so
wonderful. All anger inside the inexperienced teenager fled to the far
corners in his mind. His attention was totally focused on his mother's
mouth and tongue, gliding smoothly over the rigid flesh, ripe in his
groin. Light exploded in his head.
Cum poured out his cock, and his mother swallowed like a fish, gulping
and mewing with every drop surging down her gullet. She sucked his
dick dry and continued to tease her son's cock head with tongue
caresses and full kisses. Dorothy hugged her boy's ass and buried her
face in his balls.
"Oh my. What have I done?" Chuck asked at the end of his prolonged
cumming. He saw his mother's inner beauty for the first time, her
sacrifices and her one, simple request, to be loved.
Her faced turned away at her job's completion, but Chuck reached out
and held it gently so that he might kiss his mother's cheek and let
her know that he was not lost to her.
Dorothy curled into a fetal ball on top of her bedspread, full of
shame mixed with delight. Her son carefully wrapped his arms around
her and hugged her with a son's proper love.

Chapter 6

Chuck was pissed off again the next day, at himself. He growled into
the mirror and tried to remember his plans to make his mother fuck
him. It should be easy by now, but each time he considered it he
flashed a memory of her smile as he tucked himself into her breasts.
What was wrong with him?
His day at school reflected his confusion. Instead of history he
walked into his math room. Mrs. Plachette eyed him drearily.
"Chuck Hughes, I didn't expect you until next hour. Is there some
special reason you visit me early?"
Laughter fluttered around the room.
"Fuck." Was all he said and left.
He stumbled into Susie, the pretty student who had inspired his libido
originally. She was an innocent dish, tall with long, straight brown
hair, curves that would fit an Italian sports car, and a smile to turn
frowns into robins.
"Chuck!"
"Oh, hi Susie. You take this math class?"
"Yeah, and I'm late." She wanted to nudge past him.
Chuck blocked her and looked down her buttoned shirt.
"You're just a freshman."
"I like math."
"I've got something you'd like better."
"Eeww, you tried to put your hand up my dress!"
"Yeah, well it's a nice dress."
Susie looked at him strange. She laughed. "Get out of my way."
Chuck stepped aside before he realized he didn't want to.
She slipped inside the room before he could grab her. He wanted to
grab her and drag her into a bathroom. What was wrong with him?

He arrived home emotionally clueless. He thought about Susie and her
mouth sized tits, and he was pissed off again that he couldn't muster
the power to take control of her. He thought of his mother, and now
that she had begun to behave as if she wanted to suck his dick, it was
the last thing on his mind. He wasn't even very horny. He was just
pissed.

"How was school today?" Dorothy stood in the living room with her arms
in front of her. Her hand crossed over the frayed material of her
house dress.
"It was shit. I'm going to my room."
"Is there anything you'd like me to do?" Her eyes followed him
expectantly.
"I don't care."
"Ok, honey." Dorothy declined her head. At least the house needed her.
The rounds of cleaning never seemed to end. After fixing a light snack
her labor recommenced.
She was rinsing a washcloth in the bathroom, humming a blue refrain
when Chuck walked in behind her and pulled her dress up. He pushed two
fingers into her cunt from behind.
"OHH, Chuck! Please, your hurting me."
"I'm going to fuck that mother."
"No, you can't." She jumped away. Her voice used a harder edge than it
had in the past. Both were startled by it's strength.
Chuck was ready to strike her, but he read her eyes. They weren't
afraid. His mother trembled like kitten before a dog, but her eyes
were almost smoldering. Chuck popped the button off his jeans and tore
down his zipper. He wasn't wearing undershorts. His cock leapt out
nearly full of blood. "Take off that dress."
Dorothy had awakened that morning to a haze of emotions. Her terrible
fears of her son were vaporized and wafted around her as she attended
the day's chores. She could still feel it, but other feelings crept in
through the tears in her dress. Her lips felt flush and warm. Her
breasts were like delicate flowers sensitive to every swish of her
clothes. She moved quite relaxed, and with unasked telepathy she had
wandered into the living room and stood silently for five minutes
before Chuck returned from school.
For more than a week, she had dreaded his return, his insults and his
hard cock pressing into her throat, filling her with cum. This day had
detached itself from recent history, and she had patiently waited for
him, ready.
Today her son wanted to fuck her, as her husband would, with hate.
Ceramic tiles echoed his order with a tinny reflection. Dorothy lifted
her head and stared right back at her son. She heard the oddest
sentence spoken out of her own mouth. "You're not hard enough for me."
Chuck looked at his dick and lost focus. Not yet fully hard, it wilted
slightly at his distracted pause. He began to panic. "No, I'm going to
fuck you mom."
He grabbed the shoulders of her dress and thrust them over her arms.
Dorothy's firm breasts fell into view. They jiggled like young vines
on a trellis when the evening wind blew.
"God, they're so beautiful!" Chuck wrapped a hand over his cock and
pumped on it as he stared at his mother's tits.
She knelt down, beneath his reviving cock, and opened her mouth.
"Let me." Was all she said, and she took her son's bulging prick from
his grip and sucked it into her mouth.
"Oh, ooh moooom-mie." Chuck was transported by the delicate touch of
her fingers and the wet, yielding lips that wrapped his cock in warm
folds. Her tongue journeyed along it's length and rasped under it's
bulbous head. Her cheeks and throat drew tightly around it, and she
pulled her head back, slowly dragging on her son's stone hard dick
until his head nearly popped out. She quickly licked it's blind eye,
and she lightly cupped his balls at the base of the fully erect shaft.
Then she breathed it back, deep inside her.
"Aaaawwwhh." Chuck flailed for a mental perch free from the love that
dissolved into his bloodstream. He failed. His cock took control of
him, and it's joy weakened him until he was like a baby.
Dorothy mewled and moaned. Her son's joy was her own. Her head moved
swifter and swifter upon the mighty flesh that had become one with her
desire. It's tremors and halting jerks beckoned her to suck faster and
faster. His balls rumbled with potential and the boy of her creation
grabbed her head, softly. She sensed a flickering light burst inside
her and burn. She groaned. Flames licked throughout her spirit to the
rhythm of her sucking. She felt alive with power. Each drag of his
cock filled her with energy, energy that spun in a circle and grew.
Chuck's angry vitality hoisted itself from his loins and erupted as
white jets of plasma filling her mouth. Cum shot down her throat and
detonated the vortex of his mother's reward.
"MMNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!" Dorothy exploded from within but never
skipped a sucking beat upon her son's manhood.
"Oh, mother. Mother what have I done?" He pumped measure after measure
of cum inside her. He lifted her beautiful hair and gazed at his
fingers beneath.
Dorothy gulped the last spurts of his seed and pulled back for the
last time. She left a dozen kisses on the incredibly soft head.
"Come here." She whispered and cradled his hips. Her face leaned into
his firm stomach. Chuck felt himself close to tears as he melted into
his mother's arms. They lay together upon the bathroom floor until
they got cold.
His mother helped him stand up and step out of his jeans. She led him
away to her bedroom where she tucked him in. She peeled off her dress
and climbed under the covers wrapping herself against him. Both slept.

It was either very late when Chuck awoke or too early to get up. He
felt his mother's naked body: her legs along his legs, pubic hair
against his ass, breasts into his spine, and her lips upon the back of
his neck. All the parts of her he had desired to control were now
meaningless compared the strength of her heart.
He kept awake, in peace, until the sun filled the room with it's heat.
Drowsy eyes filtered the brightness into pink halos.
"Good morning, my beautiful son." Dorothy whispered into his ear. She
had been dreaming of a cabin built at the end of a long pier. The
ocean that surrounded her was beset by storms. Salt water crashed
against the log walls until they sprung leaks from every crevice. Her
bed was soaked and her skin looked like prune flesh. No matter how she
cried, the storms persisted. Only when she shouted with conviction
that the storm would never drown her did they pause and listen. To
them, she had also whispered.
"What time is it?" Chuck asked. His sense of time had collapsed as he
lay in stasis throughout the dawn.
"It's nine-thirty."
"Hey, I'm late for school!"
"Shhhh, I'll write you a note. Stay in bed and I'll bring you
breakfast." Dorothy kissed the back of his neck and climbed out of
bed. Chucks eyes lingered on her naked body. It was so close and
beautiful, and it was his mothers. He felt his cock rise.
She returned wearing a long smoking jacket. It was his fathers. She
placed a perfectly arranged tray of eggs and toast and bacon and
grapefruit juice and a banana on the bed beside him. "Eat first, and
then we'll talk."
Chuck was hungry and ate wholeheartedly, but his dick remained hard
and eager for more sucking or even fucking if he could only figure out
a new weakness in his strangely confident mother. The bacon was
especially good. Chuck licked his fingers.
Dorothy noticed the `tent' in he bedsheets. She sat ambivalently at
the edge of the mattress, observing her son's new behavior.
"So, do you think it's hard enough this time?" He glowered at her.
"Chuck, you know it's not right to want to have sex with your mother."
"Hah! Who says you're anything like a real mother?"
"There must be other women, ones who would welcome your... needs."
"You mean, like Susie? I hate her. I can't even kiss her and she gets
angry."
"Oh my son, I've tried so hard to raise you properly, to teach you
right from wrong. How can I be your mother when you want to... you
know.  I don't know whom I'm suppose to be."
"I know mother. I know what is right, but I want to do what is wrong."
Chuck moved the tray of crumbs aside, and he reached inside her long,
shimmering robe. Her tits were still naked beneath it, and he grasp
one firmly and rolled it in his hand.
Dorothy lit with red shame. Was this the compromise she would have to
accept? Her son was addicted to using her for his sexual needs, but
his control over her seemed weakened by it.
Chuck felt her give in, and he immediately took the advantage. His
other hand snaked around the silky robe and grabbed her far hip. With
a deep grunt, he dragged her ass across the bed sheets and pressed his
own body on top of hers.
"Please son, if you do this I may loose myself completely."
"Open you legs mother." He threw the covers back from his naked body.
"I can't. I can't let you fuck your mother." Dorothy's eyes seemed to
darken, from the inside.
Chuck ignored her and thrust his cock between her thighs.
"NO, please! Don't!"
"Open your fucking legs!" Chuck was in the heat. Nothing would stop
him now, certainly not her hollow complaints. His earlier weakness
drained like water, and after several thrusts, he found his mark.
Chuck was surprised by the wetness he felt there. His cock slid inside
his mother like butter. He didn't wait to find even a comfortable
rhythm. He just started bucking his prick into her without a concern
for her feelings.
"Oh geez, mom I'm fucking you."
"Goodbye son." She closed her eyes and her back arched.
Chuck found his mother pushing her cunt against his thrusting like a
seasoned whore. He wasn't going to last long. He kept repeating the
last few weeks in his head, how easy it had all been. His mother would
jack, suck, and now fuck whenever the hell he wanted. His balls were
huffing like two bad wolves.
He bit down into one of her tits through his dad's old smoking jacket
and poured his cum inside his mother like a stud horse.
Dorothy screamed.
At the moment of him entering her cunt, she vowed she would never let
her son fuck his mother. Her mind twisted inside her and she forgot
how to look outside, through her eyes. A burst of inner fire engulfed
her and light burned through her soul. She had journeyed in suffering
to the end. Her accumulated pain dissolved her. The orgasm in her
physical body torched the ashes, and she was reborn.
 "Get off of me you piece of shit!" Dorothy yelled at Chuck in a voice
like thunder. She threw her fist against his ear and kicked up into
his stomach as he recoiled from her punch.
"Mommy!" He cried in pain. His own flood of cum carried the bulk of
his lust into nothingness. The son who had not been allowed a
childhood peeked out once again from his heart. He would discover that
the figure, who had denied him originally, had returned.
Chuck was hurled off the bed by her foot. He slammed into the floor
and yelled.
"What did I do?"
"What kind of faggot are you?" Dorothy tugged the manly robe around
her and bounced off the bed. She stood over her son like a titan. "No
son of mine is going to hump his old man!"
------

Epilogue

Chuck Hughes scrubbed at a jelly stain on the kitchen table. He had
tried everything, but the wooden top refused to give up the last bit
of discoloration. He began to cry. Chuck was not a strong man. Pain
coursed through every nerve in his body. The skin on his back and face
and arms were accustomed to beatings. Purple bruises seldom returned
to a color lighter than yellow. His finger and toe nails were smashed
to bleeding stumps. Tape and cord and alligator clips bound his
permanently flaccid penis to his balls, cutting fresh tears in his
crotch whenever he moved too quickly. If he wasn't prompt, his
`father' smacked his asscheeks with a power cord. Whenever Chuck
really screwed up, a sandpaper dildo was fucked in and out of his
asshole until all color drained from his face. It was only removed
after he had fainted. The strain of his childhood had left him a husk
of a personality.


THE END

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