Title: She Hates What I Do To Her
Keywords: mF, nc, mdom, anal, mat, cheat, inc, mom, son, ws, humil
Author: Caesar
Summary: Dominating his mother, he finds that her body is more than willing even if she is not.






A new dramatist of the absurd
Has a voice that will shortly be heard.
        I learn from my spies
        He's about to devise
An unprintable three-letter word.





She Hates What I Do To Her

by Caesar, copyright 2002

$Revision: 1.6 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

My hand swung mightily and splatted into the round soft flesh of
mothers ass, "You hate what I do to you don't ya mom?"

She groaned as a response to the hard slap on her bottom and grunted
without saying a word.

Both my hands grasped mothers soft hips as my dick moved rapidly in
and out of her body, with a sloppy slapping sound echoing up from our
interlocked sex organs.  I loved to look down from this angle,
watching my hard white shaft move in and out past the fat pink lips of
mothers vagina - her ass hole seemingly winking up at me all the
while.

"You're a pig!"  Finally she answered - rather loudly as well - before
returning to that grunting noise she makes whenever I fuck her.

And fuck her I do - frequently.

Leaning forward, almost upon mother's sweaty back, I maliciously speak
directly into her ear, "You forgot something mother!"  I then stopped
my thrusts and I could feel the need, the desperation and the
understanding of my threat in the body beneath me.

Quickly she grasps, "Master!"

"Good girl!"  I restart my rapid and possessive thrusts - just the way
mother likes it.  Even if she'll never admit it.  Her body was
bouncing violently where she lay over the back of the large living
room chair.  Mother is a petite woman - and so, to make her the
correct height for my cock, her bare feet were not even touching the
floor.  She was balanced upon her hips, high above the floor and even
the seat of the heavy chair, bent in an inverted 'v'.

I liked to torment her like this - pushing the boundary between what
mother verbally voiced and what how her body reacted.  I can never get
her to admit that she enjoys our sexual relations, at least not
without some type of cohesion - yet, she never denied me and always
enjoyed everything we did.

"Your cunt is so wet mom - could you be enjoying what we are doing?"

"I hate it... I hate you!"

I laughed maliciously before aiming my eyes back to the place between
our bodies - where my hard pole move in and out of her sexy wet hole.
Her inner labia appearing to cling to my hard cock possessively at
each withdrawal.  I loved that sight!

Her grunting was getting louder and I knew what that meant!

"Tell me you love my cock?"  I stopped my movements - knowing the
threats I had to use to get her to agree to say any such thing.  She
would never willingly say any bawdy comment - no matter how intimate
we are at any given moment.  At least, not without a little
persuasion.

The seconds tick by and mother tries to move her hips back to meet my
dick - her attempts are useless of course.  Without even her feet to
help balance herself, she is simply wiggling upon the top of that
high-backed soft chair.  And then there was the fact that I had a firm
hold on her soft rounded hips.  Abruptly she stopped wiggling and
woodenly said, "I love your cock."

I restarted my thrusts into that delightfully perfect cunt.  I knew
when to stop pushing her boundaries, as I could have pushed her to say
those words with something-like conviction rather than like a robot.
There was something extra delicious in fucking your semi-willing
mother, to have to take her against her will every time.  She will
tell me to stop, she will yell 'no' but when I finally get inside her
body, her actions speak louder than words.  Outside of the sex act -
we never spoke about what happened, yet she has become submissive to
my every request - sexual or not.  Though, more often than not, a
little persuasion needs to be applied for her to give into my
requests.

Grasping her hips so hard, I knew my fingers would leave bruises - I
began to slam into my parents body violently - but I could care not.
The chair was bouncing off the wooden floor and mothers head was
whipping around, spittle from her mouth going in all directions as her
grunts turned to squeals.

Then it happened - and being rather experienced in this area,
understood it to perfection - mother orgasmed.

I felt the muscles within her sex clasp me firmly and I froze with
myself deeply embedded, letting her enjoy her orgasm.  Mothers head
whipped up and back and her mouth opened for a soundless scream of
passion.  She was frozen like that for a short while before her whole
body began to jerk uncontrollably.

Minutes passed and her climax eventually subsided and I was enjoying
the closeness of our joined sweaty bodies when I jerked the muscles in
my dick which moved it within the meaty folds of mothers sex.  She
groaned and understood - this encounter together was not over!  My
dick was still hard and if mother had learnt anything since the first
time we were intimate, is that I like to get my own way.

I pulled from her body and a quick flood of thick clear liquid rushed
from her pouting pink sex, covering my dick, her soft pale thighs and
the floor about our feet.  Then I helped mother by lifting her off the
top of the chair, easing her down to her unsteady feet to a puddle of
her own orgasm.  She turned slowly, and I saw that her face was sweaty
and bright red from being beneath the the rest of her body for so long
- she wore a small tired smile though and her eyes were looking down
at my still-hard cock with something close to hunger and worship.  It
was at moments such as this that mother's normal cold exterior was
cracked - where I saw the heat of her lust glaring through.

It rarely lasted long unfortunately.

Tenderly I took her hand and walked about the large chair to the
couch, I sat down and dropped a pillow on the floor at my feet.
Mother understood and cautiously eased down to her knees before me,
her eyes still locked to my cock.  "Don't make me do this baby?"  Oh
well, I thought to myself, that cold distant woman was returning
faster than I had hoped after her orgasm.

Mother's words sounded truthful but her eyes told the honesty of the
moment.  It took no persuasion, nor even a command, before mother
slowly lowered her head, opened her lips and took my wet hard cock
into her mouth.  One thing that I've learnt, through practise, is that
my mom really loved to suck my cock and even perversely seemed to
enjoy the taste of herself upon my male organ.  It was something that
had to be forced from her of course - as ladies of class never do such
things - but she really enjoyed using her mouth.

The grandfather clock started to chime and I saw mother's eyes try to
see its face.  I knew why she was looking.  "Dad should be home soon
right mom?"  Dad had stated that he would be returning at this hour -
yet he rarely ever arrived home on time.  That did not decrease the
threat of interruption though.

Mother started to lift her mouth from her work and I shoved it roughly
back down.  She mumbled incoherently into my hard throbbing dick.

"Yup, I think he'll be pretty pissed when he finds you all sweaty and
naked on the floor sucking your son's dick.  What do you think mom?"
She did not even try to mumble something this time.  "Do you think he
will actually give a shit?"

It was one of the most persuasive powers I held over my mother - my
fathers indifference for her.  For me too, if truth be told.  But
neither of us really knew what he would do if he should discover us
like this.

She groaned against my cock as if she were in pain and her eyes were
trying to plead up into mine.  Asking for me to be reasonable, to let
her gather her clothing from the floor about the chair she had just
been perched upon, and retreat to put the well-practised appearance of
a loving and devoted wife back on.

I maliciously snickered at my threatening comments, this game being
something common to our fucking.  And it always worked.  "You have the
power to end this sooner rather than later mom."  I lovingly stroked
her thick red hair from her eyes and could see that she understood.
This not being the first time for such a comment.

The only way for her to end this confrontation, for her to escape my
mauling and demanding lust, was to finish me, to get me to orgasm.

With another glance at the clock against the wall, mother suddenly
started to suck a cock like a professional!  It was like a light being
turned on within her, and I was the grateful recipient of her new
found energy.  My hands dropped from her head - she knew how to end
this now.  Rapidly and with great suction, mother sucked me with the
skill that I had taught her.  Having been an oral virgin before
tasting my dick.

A well respected woman of the church, of our town council and on
various boards to volunteer organizations - she always had her nose in
the air about everything.  It disgusted me.  A petite and pretty
middle-aged woman who had taught me from childhood that my body, that
sexuality, was a sin.

With my hands off her head, she was able to lift her face briefly to
blurt out, "Come on my face you bastard!  That's what you want to do
isn't it?"

The curl to her lips, the squinting of her eyes - one would think that
she truly hated me.  Before I could shove her face back down, she
rapidly returned to her work.  The clock was ticking after all.

She is right though - I liked to orgasm on her face, her small
titties, over her small round ass.  It had always been my ultimate
dominance over her - to see her glaring in disgust as I covered that
attractive unblemished white skin.

Mother was panting now, her eyes watching me carefully for signs that
I was about to finish.  Yet I knew she was in heat herself - feeling
the pleasure of having a man in her mouth, the expected anticipation
of feeling his incestuous seed upon the skin of her face.  If I wanted
to get mother hot - I just shoved my dick into her mouth.  A lady
doesn't do that - she had told me often enough, along with a host of
other things... like fornicating facing away from her partner like an
animal in the gutter, my personal favourite position.

It was my hypothesis that mother got hot when she is forced to do
things that a lady simply would not do.  Things that she had always
denied herself and needed me, her son, to force upon her.  Things that
would horrify the church members if they knew.

I was still far away from an orgasm and I began to wonder if dad would
finally catch his wife and son in a very compromising position.  This
needed something more drastic to conclude this evenings pleasure.
Returning both my hands to the top of her head I ordered, "Put your
hand between your legs and finger yourself slut!"

Mother hates when I call her a 'slut' but like always, she
unconsciously groaned with pleasure as soon as I spoke the single
word.  She slipped her hand down between her kneeling thigh and began
to moan about my hard dick.

Right now she would do anything to get me off - dad could walk in
anytime.

"Get them nice and juicy!"  Over the top of her moving head I could
see that her tiny ass was moving in small circles and knew that she
was, indeed, making her fingers juicy.  Her sex was always a fountain
when I pushed her past a quick fuck - when the threat of being caught
was real, or when I forced her to do things that no lady should even
consider.

How many different acts I had dreamt up and had acted upon with my
unwilling mother - hearing the hate in her words but seeing and
feeling the lust in her body.  My mother is a slut at heart stuck in
the life of a boring upper middle class prude.

I spoke carefully, "Now take that hand and reach around and finger
your tiny little ass hole!"  She tried to stop the movements of her
head, but could not - as my hand forced it to continue with a fist
full of thick hair.  That did not stop her from moving her face back
and forth in a negative motion, her eyes pleading with me yet again.

She knew what my order precluded.

"Tick tock mom."  I laughed maliciously - enjoying the moment.

That was enough persuasion - and her hand moved around her sweaty pale
naked torso and moved between the cheeks of her ass.  A long guttural
groan escaped her as she prepared her rectum for me - knowing that if
she could loosen it properly, then the inevitable pain would be
decreased.

For a tiny woman, mother sported a rectum and a vagina in scale to her
size.  Her vagina always seemed to accommodate my girth and length
quickly enough.  It was her ass that had to be forced, that had a more
difficult time in taking my over-average sized dick.  Oh, don't think
she had to endure pain without any pleasure - a lady never allowed her
partner to sodomize her - mother, of course, loved it!  Certainly the
pain had to be excruciating, at least initially, but at some point
quickly enough that pain was overshadowed with intense pleasure.  That
did not stop her from voicing her hate of that act, of pleading at me
to do something else, anything, if only to leave her ass alone.  The
last time I fucked her in the ass, I had her tied face down on my bed
with her own soiled panty in her mouth.  And do you want to know
something - I counted at least four orgasms from her before I finally
let loose into her bowels, all without a single touch to her clitoris
or vagina.

I did not have to tie her down this time - dad's inevitable arrival
was force enough for this act.

In only a minute after my last instruction I grunted out while letting
go of her head, "Now stand up and put it up your ass slut!"  Again a
groan from her before her mouth came off my cock.

With rushed but reluctant movements, mother stood and turned away from
me. But not before I caught the hate-filled eyes glaring my way.  I
saw her tiny sexy body, the hand still between the cheeks of her own
ass, as she carefully stepped backward toward the dick that was facing
upward.

I saw her head turn toward the clock and a hiss escape from her before
mother removed the hand from between the cheeks of her ass and
squatted toward me.  Placing one hand upon my knee and the other
reaching between her thighs to hold my dick between her thumb and
forefinger.  She inched her tiny round ass downward.

"I hate you... you bastard!"  There was real venom in her voice and it
only caused me to smile in response.

Only days before mother had knelt in her bathtub wearing her best
church clothing, having just returned from services, telling me how
much she hated me, hated what I do to her.  She had gasped as that
first shot of urine hit her expensive silk blouse, soaking it quickly,
before the stream moved upward to her face.  With her mouth open in
mid sentence, I shot a stream into it shocking my parent out of her
surprise.  When I was dry, I made her use both hands to stroke me to
orgasm, shooting my sperm over her face and in her hair.  She orgasmed
with her clothing still on, soiled in urine in her own bathtub, while
her son coated her face.

No matter the mask mother likes to wear, she is no lady.

The cheeks spread naturally enough for me to see the tiny pink
wrinkled round hole that went toward its own doom.  I loved fucking
mom in the ass - a tighter hole I have never encountered!

She aimed her ass carefully, reluctantly, with the head of my
circumcised dick a mere centimetre away from her winking rectum.

"Hurry mom - dad will be home any minute!"

She sobbed loudly and then shrieked, "You hurry up you bastard!"
Knowing that she had to endure this act, this defilement, because her
mouth had not been enough.  She had to feel humiliated no matter how
she thought of this impending moments.

With that added anger she was able to drop down enough for the head of
my penis to kiss her tight rear passage.  I heard her gasp before she
applied weight against my dick and it seemed like I was pressing
against an unmoving barrier.

I knew better though - so did she.

When the head of my cock popped into her rectum she gasped and then
hissed in response - making me chuckle in malicious humour.  The only
lubricant was her own sweat and a small amount of vaginal secretions -
it had to hurt.  I normally only used her this way after spending a
liberal amount of time playing with her back there, using lubricant,
and preparing her opening for my cock.

She continued to push down, sobs and hissing escaping from her.  A
lady doesn't do this, does not push her own son's cock up her own ass.
She was a prominent lady of the church... of our community!  Her son's
cock was going deeper into her anus and she had to take it, had to get
him to ejaculate into her bowels so her husband never finds out how
much a lie her whole life was... is!  That she could not face.
Incest, pain and incest was nothing against loosing face, of a public
humiliation.  I am her only child and I know her better than she
probably knows herself.

My cock was half ways inside her body and we both knew that it was as
deep as it was going to get.  Her tiny frame could not take any more
and we did not have time to attempt a deeper intrusion.

It was my turn to hiss, the pleasure within me was building, "It won't
take long mom - get that ass moving!"

Placing her feet almost together, and using her hands on both my knees
to steady herself, mother's tiny body was placed perfectly for what
was about to happen.  She is an experienced slut after all.

Mom paused for nearly a minute, panting heavily all the while, she
groaned loudly just before lifting herself up off my shaft slowly
until only the head was left in before dropping back down.

With long slow even moves, mother began to fuck her son expertly with
her ass.  The hissing almost gone as she was panting and groaning
aggressively now.  I knew she was getting into it, could not stop her
body from going past the pain and into pleasure.  Her sexuality not
knowing or caring about her humiliation.

Her slow movements were frustrating me - as I wanted to shoot my seed,
the need was now paramount to me - so I grasped mother's almost
non-existent hips and began to shove and lift her up and down my cock.
Rather than the hiss of pain, mother growled in pleasure just before I
felt her ass muscles flutter against my rapidly moving shaft -
orgasming for the second time this night.

"Come on slut, move that ass!"

"Come in my ass you bastard!"  She sounded a little tired and angry,
and it seemed to energize her movements.  So that her ass began to
aggressively move faster than my hands had commanded.  "Shoot you
bastard... shoot!"

The sound of my own heavy breathing was now overtaking the sounds from
mother and I was grunting at each downward thrust of her body, loving
the feel of being inside my own parents rectum.  "Ask me nice mom!"

She was grunting in time to my own sounds, so that we were a symphony
of lust that echoed off the walls of the large coldly decorated living
room.  She screamed out with anger, "I hate you... I hate what you do
to me you bastard!"  She sobbed loudly before her voice softened,
"Please honey, come in mommy's ass... please!"  Again the slut within
the lady had shown herself in a single confusing moment.

My grunting was accelerating, probably from my ability to draw out the
truth from within mother.  I could hear the truth in her last words,
knew that I had pushed her past her lady-like wall and penetrated to
the person that loved what I do to her.  She was but a child to my
strength, a defenceless woman with only the power to put up a verbal
wall of denial.  She loved it all though and I knew she hated times
like now, when I saw past her facade and saw how much she needed me,
needed this.  That was her true humiliation, her hate of our
relationship - that her son knew what lay within her.  This inner
person so opposite from the public woman that is known and respected
within our community and church.

Her voice was pleading me, "Yes... yes honey... please come in mommy's
ass baby!"  Mother's body was trembling now, her hands shaking my
knees so much that I feared she would loose her grip and break from
our joining.  I knew she was as close as I and it energized me just
enough for that final lap.

I knew mother could feel it as well, I have been inside her body more
times than either of us cared to count, and she knew the signs well
enough.  "Yes... yes... yes...!"

Then it happened and I felt a powerful surge with my cock just before
it blasted into my parents bowels.  Distantly I heard my mother scream
out uncontrollably as her own orgasm, her third this session alone,
began.  Then all that existed was the pumping explosions erupting from
my body, of the energy of my person escaping out the head of my penis
and of my own pleasure.

A small sweaty trembling body fell back onto my own and our mutual
gasps of air was all that we heard.

All too soon I was able to realize my surroundings, feel my
diminishing hard-on shrink against the relaxed donut of mother's tiny
abused rectum.

Almost at the same time, mother and I turned our heads toward the
grandfather clock against the wall.  Almost at that very moment we
both heard the distant electric door to our attached garage begin to
open.

Dads home!

Mom sat up abruptly and turned to look at me, to seek my permission to
end this encounter.  Yes, even now she was under my power, but
forgetting to put the hate in her voice and on her face.  Her husband
was but seconds from coming in and finding us together, still joined
like this - me in her ass.  Mother could never live with that.  Not
only the discovery of her incestuous relationship - but the reality of
her own animal-like passions that she had spent so much of her energy
to prove to everyone that she did not have.

I hissed, "Go!"  She scrambled off my body, bending to retrieve her
clothing.  "Throw my shorts over mom?"  She reached and then rapidly
chucked my summer shorts and then my tee-shirt to me and with a bundle
of clothing against her bosom, ran out of the room soundlessly on bare
feet.

The door to the house opened just as I heard the shower upstairs turn
on and I sat back and chuckled to myself.  That was the closest we had
ever gotten to being caught yet!

With only my shorts on, my tee-shirt clenched loosely in my hand, dad
strode in wearing his business suit and carrying his ever-present
briefcase.

He stopped just after appearing and I could see him sniff the air of
the large room.

I chuckled again knowing that it was obvious to anyone, let alone my
father, what had happened here but moments ago.

Our eyes met and I could see the understanding as well as the somber
disgust within.  "Cutting it a little close today son?"  His voice
held no humour.

I mopped my brow with my tee-shirt that I had not bothered to put on
and shrugged.  "We have our agreement dad.  It is none of your fucking
business what mom and I do."

His eyebrows wrinkled in distaste before he strode past me toward the
back of the house and his private office.  Briefly I saw his eyes peek
at the mysterious puddle on the hardwood floor behind the large chair
but turn quickly away.

I chuckled maliciously, knowing that he could still hear me.

It never mattered you see, that dad should catch us.  After years of
being married to a cold, distant woman - the love had disappeared long
ago for him.  For mom, I doubt she even knows what love is.  Yet like
his wife, appearances were important - more for the corporation and
its board than the church and community.  Is it any wonder that he
should find solace with other women, young voluptuous women that he
kept in an apartment in the city, near his work.  Women, that I knew,
had no scruples what so ever and that only mattered that father had
plenty of money to spoil them.

Once I learnt that father had another life outside our home, one that
he spent most of his time with and probably preferred - it was easy to
get him to agree to let me have his wife.  He thought it an
impossibility after all - he never really understood mom as I soon
discovered - ignoring his distaste for my incestuous proposal for the
freedom of his other life.  Dad is, after all, a businessman.

I do not think dad even cares that I was my mother's lover, does not
even want to know the details.  That I succeeded where he failed
probably added to the humiliation of the situation - or he simply did
not care.

Dad would work in his office till midnight, I could guess, before
retreating to his private bedroom to sleep.  He would be gone before
mother or I rose tomorrow morning - anxious to get to his other life,
one of work and of big-titted young sluts.

So mother would be cursing me again tomorrow, even as I forced her
body toward another orgasm.

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