Saving mom by fucking her, Jeremy clutched his knees to his chest, “Oh, God…oh, God…oh, God…oh, God…oh, God…oh, God.” He kept repeating as he rocked on his ass on the floor of his closet. His eyes kept darting around the room looking for…what? What could possibly make up for what he did. His eyes saw his school books on his desk, his laptop and he couldn’t fight back the tears realizing he’d never see them again if he ran away. His head jerked towards his closed bedroom door hearing a creak. He strained his ears but not hearing anything more went back to rocking in terror.
Jeremy had just turned 18. His future seemingly glowing. He had just received his acceptance letter, his parents bought him his first car…”Oh, God.” He cried, thinking about when his mom handed him the keys last week, a giant smile across her beautiful face. “What have I done? How could I do that?” He cried, the tears now flowing freely, his mumbling turning into sobs.
He cracked his head against the back of the closet hearing a scream followed by a door slamming. His stomach cramped hearing the feet pounding up the stairs. He tried to will himself to melt back into the wall behind him. He should have packed his bags and left. He should have hidden in the basement. He should have stood up to those guys.
The door exploded open and he saw his mother as furious…more furious than he’d ever seen her. He clutched his shins tighter feeling his tendons scream out as he stared wide-eyed at the half-naked woman.
“You, you little shit…you didn’t, did you?” She screamed.
Jeremy tried not to look as she opened her robe, showing her nude form, tight breasts, muscular, taut waist, her clean shaven pussy and traces of cum running down her legs. He covered his face in his hands waiting for her blows. He wouldn’t block them, he’d let her beat him as long as she wanted. He deserved it.
“Look at me you little shit. Get out of the damn closet and stand up like a man, since apparently that is what you think you are!” Stephanie screamed, her voice cracking. She watched as the skinny boy crawled out of amongst his clothes, the clothes she suddenly remembered lovingly washing and hanging up. As the boy stood up, she reached past him and yanked the shirts off the hangers and throw them around the room. As she raged, she saw Jeremy standing there, head down, tears streaming down his face and suddenly calmed down.
Panting from the rage, the screaming, her bare breasts heaving, her throat hurting from screaming she grabbed his shoulders and shook him. She reached between her legs and held up a white creamy substance. “Is this yours? Your cum? Did you fuck me? Did you fuck your own mother?” Seeing him feebly nod, she pointed down to her crotch, “And did you shave me? Why? Why would you do that? Are you acting out some sort of pent up frustration or something?” She slapped him once, hard. She thought about the violation of trust by her own son and she started crying and slapped him again and again.
Jeremy welcomed the blows. The stinging pain was nothing compared to the pain he had inside and did nothing to shield himself.
She stopped, seeing the pain in her boy’s face, the tears pouring down his cheeks. Finally, she stopped. Seeing she was still completely exposed to her son, she pulled her robe closed, then reached up and stroked the boy’s face seeing the vivid red hand prints. Her panting slowing, her breathing getting under control, she turned and strode across the room and stood facing the corner. Finally, she turned and came back and looked at the distraught face. “Ok, tell me why you did this? Why did you fuck your own mother?”
Jeremy looked up, deep, sad eyes, “I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” He said crying again. He loved his mother, and never wanted to hurt her. Never wanted this to permanently ruin everything for the rest of their lives.
Steph looked at her son and saw real pain. She led him over to the bed and sweeping the tossed clothes aside, sat down. “Ok, I’m pissed as hell, and I cannot even imagine anything you could say…” She looked around the room, “Look around, this might be the last time you’ll ever be here, so tell me everything. If you leave anything out, the clock starts. You’ll have 30 minutes to pack what you need into your car and get the fuck as far away from me as you can.”
Jeremy felt like throwing up. He’d never heard his mom ever use the ‘f’ word. He caused that, and as minor as that was, just added to his feeling of guilt. Straightening up, he knew that if the end was near, just get it over with. He thought about perhaps going to LA and trying to start his new life out there. He looked at his mom, “Ok, I’ll tell you, then I’ll pack up. I’m so sorry, I want to go back, undo everything, I do.”
Stephanie was ultra-pissed, but also intrigued what came over her perfect son to basically rape her while she slept. She thought back to getting into the airport at 6 AM. Her body screaming out for sleep. Why had she let the Chinese take her out on the town to celebrate their deal? She was fairly hung over when she boarded the 16-hour flight and try as hard as she could, she could never sleep on planes.
She got home with a huge feeling of relief, all her senses taking in the familiar smells, sights, feeling of the perfect shower head, the satin sheets. Perhaps she should have put on a night shirt, but she was exhausted. She took a sleeping pill since she still felt a bit wired from the trip. Then waking up, remembering incredibly vivid sex dreams, dreams about being fucked hard, aggressively by a large cock, and when she woke, she felt throbbing between her legs. She touch herself, wondering if she was wet and found a strange feeling mound, like it wasn’t hers. She sat up and saw a clean-shaven twat and as she felt the sticky fluids leaking out of her, saw obvious semen dripping from her fingers. Her pussy felt sore, almost bruised. In her confusion, she thought maybe one of the Chinese businessmen took her back to his room and did this, but then she looked around. Realization hit. She was in her own bedroom, back in the states and her husband would still be in Chicago, leaving just now. Jeremy! Her sweet, innocent son must have seen her sleeping naked and took advantage of her.
She jolted back to reality hearing her son’s voice.
“I came home from school, trying to be quiet knowing you’d have flown home and I was in the kitchen getting a snack when the doorbell rang. I ran to the door, and opening it, saw the two men I’d seen before packing up the Barber’s stuff. They asked if they could use our bathroom since the water was turned off at the Barber’s.” Jeremy looked at his mom thinking he was really stupid to let these strange men in. “I pointed down the hall and went into the kitchen to put the milk and stuff away. I suddenly realized the bathroom was cross from your bedroom and ran down the hall and…” He looked down at his lap, “I saw the men standing over you, and you were…I mean, you weren’t wearing anything.” He looked at his mom. “I don’t know, did they take off your…things?”
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