Rime of the Modern Mother Slut
by DiscipleN

Wendy Raskin puffed her chest and pinched her fat. The mirror refused to laugh.
She sighed after a hard day's work and finished undressing for her bath.
Naked and vulnerable, her troubles she hoped to drown.
Extra soap and water so hot they dissolved, all but one.

One last tick clicked in her skull like a needle lost in a clinic.
Her longing cunt was picking away, sapping her puritan ethic.
So many years, was her husband gone, buried in another town.
Years of single mothering had emboldened Billy, her son.

The lad grew great interest in private parts and curls of hair.
Money worries took second place to hiding from his daily dares.
Yesterday he lifted her skirt to catch a glimpse of her quim.
Threats and commands failed to turn his mind away from sin.

In failing warmth, Wendy despaired from a sudden little sound.
A gentle slapping foiled her napping in suds floating around.
Somewhere close the boy watched - she sensed it but not where from,
Desperately she wished for a cure from his hard ons and oft jacked cum.

The sin in her boy had grown over time, a fancy her thoughts first told.
Duty it was for her to correct, but over her he had taken control.
A little sound, light and snappy, caught in her head like a drum.
Skin on skin, hand to loin, he beat his rhythm there from.

Off tile and wall, the echo of flesh quickened and audibly gained.
Poor Wendy Raskin began to fret, would ever her son abstain?
She shivered and tried to sink her head in suds cold as fear.
When suddenly a shout echoed about and froze her neatly there.

"Beautiful mother, stay in my sight." He called above the whirring fan.
From cabinet door, slightly ajar, she heard her child command.
"Sit up dear mommy and wipe those suds! Your tits I must observe."
"For close I am to shooting hot jism, and howl in capitalized words."

"No, my son, I must not obey." Wendy forced herself to get riled.
"For mothers who slut themselves to their young, forever shall be defiled."
But her voice did quiver, and Billy observed her failing breath that finished.
He pushed the cabinet door wide open and stared quite undiminished.

In shadow beneath the marble counter, Billy's eyes appeared.
No more of his face, could his mother perceive, nor could she shirk their dare.
And all the while his jacking continued to weave a spell in her flesh.
Wendy suddenly gasp anew when her hand began lifting one breast.

My child must see his mother as pure. Why do my arms not obey?
Wendy, upset from her breast revealed, she turned her head with shame.
"Yes, dear mother, that is my wish. Now show me the other one."
The tears she cried only gleefully provoked the boy who soon would cum.

"Sit up I say, and do not delay, my jism is boiling hot."
Wendy resisted his wicked desire, but her cunt began to knot.
She lifted herself within the tub and offered her tits to him.
But her eyes they flowed with tears as she cast them below the rim.

"Your tits are perfect melons, with nipples as hard as stems."
"My balls begin to rumble, simply by looking at them."
"Stop! I beg, sweet child of mine. You know not what you do."
"Ordering your mommy to reveal herself is sure to bring suffering true."

"Then suffer my sad and trembling mum, for certainly I shall not."
"That your body is mine to play with, further hardens my cock."
Billy's smile widened as he nimbly crawled from his lair.
Under the sun lamp he stood, and his shining flesh was bare.

Purple skin, taut and rampant, sheathing youthful riches,
Entwined the thick and rigid staff of Billy's numerous inches.
The head was a fat and kindly monk, eyes closed, lips in prayer.
An unopened flower waited on a shaft grown from a devil's lair.

"Mommy, don't look away, but witness my love for you."
Wendy, surprised at his tone of sincerity, raised her head anew.
But only evil gleamed on his face - his hand flashed like the sun.
And then his orgasm burst across and splashed her face with cum.

Victory was his, and the joy in his loins swept full through his mind.
"TAKE IT ALL, MOMMY MY CUNT!", Billy wickedly cried.
Spurt after spurt coated her face with his abandoned adolescence.
Wendy, ashamed beyond resolve, despaired future subservience.

"How fitting your body bathes in suds while your head is dirty with cum."
"I shall not foul my hands by touching that which I have undone."
Billy laughed and slowly submerged his arm into the water.
His mother cringed but didn't resist for all the fight had left her.

Chilling cold met the invader reaching between her thighs,
But warmth of a secret disposition waited to be his prize.
Wendy Raskin clamped her legs, knowing it wouldn't delay,
Her future of slutly nurturing, to a son who ruled her fate.

Slippery soap and eager fingers pressed right through her friction.
Concealed soft lips soon caressed, digits cruel in administration.
"Dear mommy, now will I demonstrate how I take what I want."
"You may be given occasional delights, after my own have been got."

Billy's mother stared wildly as he began to finger her clit.
How dare he play with the cunt that provided his original fit!
Two fingers, then three he pressed, deep into frustrated depths.
Slowly, they released what she needed from behind a hooded cleft.

Poor Wendy suddenly cried out - she sobbed and gasp and reeled.
Her head fell back, and loudly she moaned to the tune of electric zeal.
Pleasure erupted from loins long spared the joy of a regular fuck.
She gripped the edge of her tub, afraid of collapsing from shock.

Billy laughed again upon seeing how his mother was damned.
He admired the view of her tits and increased the speed of his hand.
Sure as his will to take from her, all the power he desired,
His resting penis, so closed to her face, was growing newly inspired.

His mother unaware of future despair bobbled on waves of lust,
She ground her hips against his hand pumping more bubbles to bust.
Eyes closed and breasts forward, her son thrust oh so quiet.
She was next surprised by turgid meat, prepared fresh for her diet.

"Oh MY!" She cried and her lust did wane as fear returned to her heart.
Too late she learned why he had faced, her mouth's voluptuous part.
His cock so close was immense to her eyes - she feared he would not settle,
For jacking himself or letting her pump it, even with gobs of spittle.

"Please my son, I beg you, don't make be become your slut."
"I am your mother. My heart you have, but take my body n... ulp!"
Billy smiled, ignoring her plea - she would succumb fore sooth.
His hand kept fucking his mother as he fed cock into her mouth.

"There it goes, just like I want. You really should learn to relax."
"I can feel the bite of your teeth, and your tongue must let me slide past."
"But your lips, sweet mother, they caress, my dick fully and hot,"
"I swear that when you begin sucking, I'll cum with many a shot."

Tears once more filled Wendy's eyes, closed to hide her shame.
While three dancing fingers slowly reminded, what really was to blame.
Months by the score of sexual neglect were stones squeezing her life.
The promise of orgasm, even from her son, cut inhibitions like a knife.

Pressing her teeth, the errant boy's prick demanded to be sucked.
And the need in her womb sympathized with her son's imposing cock.
A rush of concern and love for her child made Wendy open her jaws.
His length and girth filled her throat, as she sucked it inside her maw.

Thrilled by her capitulation, all doubt expelled from his chest.
She was nodding her head on his boner, eager and swift without rest.
With one hand rubbing her puss, he grasp a wet tit with his other.
Her nipple was a hard cherry pit - pinching it caused her to shudder.

My son, my son, she wished to cry, you give me so much pleasure,
Forever, shall I, your mother slut be, so long as you share your desire."
Total release flooded her body - joy swelled all through her flesh.
Her body was cumming like white water drowning her close to death.

So too did Billy drown her throat, shooting his seed inside.
He shouted, "MY WHORE, MY OWN, SWALLOW UNTIL YOU DIE!"
But when he was drained of all his jism, he collapsed with tears of his own.
It was mommy's turn to take in her arms the child who had brought her down.

"I love you." They said, as intimately as orgasms shared.
Climbing out of the tub, they sank to rug as thick and soft as care.
Holding and kissing, breasts unresisting, tongues wrapped themselves hot.
It wasn't long before Billy could offer his day's victorious, last shot.

Newly wanton, his mother blushed with the rise of her son's erection.
Freed from fear, the red on her face signaled fresh combustion.
The cock from his loins grew beautiful - it stiffly prodded her cunt.
Wendy smiled as she opened her legs, and he drove it inside with a grunt.

"CHILD, oh how you have pierced me, like the skin of a ripe, jungle fruit."
"You must fuck all the sweetness from me, deeply, unto my root."
"I shall my mother, slut and my slave, but soon your womb and it's eggs,"
"Must host every quart of my seed, and for that blessing you must beg."

His words surprised poor Wendy, and the truth shamed her once more.
Her cunt wasn't hers to control - neither were the ovums she bore.
More than a slut, she would breed with her son, whenever he did choose.
Worse would be the others, he sold her to, for greater abuse.

Then how many pricks, like the one digging deep in her womb,
Would want her to cook for nine months, their ever merciless sperm?
Betraying her caution, Billy's wild cock ravaged against her clit.
Her body thrust right back, and she prayed that he wouldn't quit.

"Fuck me son, harder and deep. Fill me with incestuous cum!"
"I beg you, breed me forever, and sell my bitch cunt to anyone."
From her loins came thunder, rapturous and bright, nearly erasing her words.
Mind shattering orgasms swept her away to where sluts never return.

Billy didn't smile - his grin was too great, as his balls began to rumble.
His load of cum was ready to launch as his cock finally tumbled.
"SUCK MY CUM WITH YOUR CUNT, YOU MOTHER BITCH SLAVE OF MINE!"
"Fill me, son and Master. Whore me anywhere, anytime!"

Billy's incestuous breeding, of his mother was hardly begun.
He planned to keep filling her with cum til her belly grew like a melon.
Wendy accepted her place in life, to breed at her son's command.
Having found heaven in desire's depth, she took her place with the damned.

Now that we come to the end of my rime, I wonder what you have learned.
For someday you may want your own mother slut, and of this I am certain.
I have told how a mother, who sluts for her son, can be created against all odds.
Wendy and Billy kissed once more - then he led her downstairs to the dogs.

- DiscipleN
The End