Mums seldom tell

Lustful son takes advantage of the fact that most mothers will do and endure anything to protect their child.

Single mums never have it easy. Everything is on them. They have to provide and sustain accommodation, food, clothing and generally care for their offspring in a world where everything seems to be stacked against them. The mere fact that they had a child out of wedlock brands them as sluts and harlots among many, particularly so on social media. Wives don't trust these women with their husbands and so a single mum's social circle mainly consists of other single mums. Men may come along but they generally go when another man's son comes as part of the package.

This was Maureen's lot. It had been a struggle but she had raised her boy as best she could. She was considered a bit of a loner and this was a trait her son, Donald, appeared to have inherited. He'd bought individual boys home on odd occasions while still at school, all of whom were two or three years younger than he was. However, these boys never stuck around for long and Maureen harboured suspicions that her boy might be gay. If so, so be it. As long as her boy was happy, she was content She feared for him of course. In her mind, the world was full of predatory old queers just lusting to ram their gnarled and florid cocks into her precious child, but there was a self contained assurance about Donald that convinced her that all was probably well with her boy.

Somebody had given him a well used smartphone when he was fifteen. Well, she assumed that someone had given it to him. He wouldn't have just taken it, would he; not her boy. That phone became Don's most treasured possession. He'd spend hours on it surfing the net, or web, or whatever it was kids did with these things. Still, it kept him off the streets and out of trouble so where was the harm?

Alone in his bedroom, Donald quickly became addicted to pornography. He used it to enhance his masturbation regime and the images that most aroused him were those where men used force on those smaller and weaker than themselves in order to satisfy themselves sexually, just as he had with his younger playmates once upon a time. Now though, it was exclusively females that laid claim to his lustful attention. There were examples a-plenty of naked couples copulating away in every conceivable manner possible but the videos that excited and aroused him most were those involving rape. The overpowering and forceful ravishing of a female by a male became for Donald what sex was really all about. With any luck at all, he'd grow big enough and strong enough to rape a girl himself one day. This became his dream, his ambition, his obsession.

Time passed, school ended and Donald was lucky enough to get an apprenticeship with the local park's department. Whilst teaching him a trade in horticulture, it also afforded him plenty of opportunities to ogle women using the park. Mainly, women with children because they tended to stick around while their children played. He noticed that sometimes, a child would act up and do something very naughty, but his mother would always try cover it up. She might tell her little brat off but this was usually done with a hint of love and forgiveness in her voice. It would soon either be fogotten or become their secret. Thus it dawned on Donald that mother's tend to let their children get away with murder, figuratively speaking. They'll excuse them and do whatever they can to protect them from the consequences of behaviour that would land them in a heap of trouble if their misdeeds became widely known. The final piece of the perverted jigsaw of Donald's mind-set fell into place when he discovered Sex Stories 69 and read of adolescents like himself raping their mothers. Could such things be?

Well, yes; obviously. The only criteria needing to be met in order to do this apparently was you had to be at least eighteen. Well, he'd achieved that and so the only question now needing to be answered was, did he fancy his mum enough to rape her? How old was she now? Thirty eight - ish? She was no taller than,five foot four and pleasantly plumpish - the way women tend to get in middle age. She'd always felt soft to touch so under her clothes, she must be all softness. That was the thought that got him wanking off to fantasies about him seducing his mother. But how was this to be done? Somehow, he knew that simply asking Maureen if she'd let him fuck her wouldn't be the way to go. By sheer force of personality, she'd convince him that this wouldn't be a good idea and he'd be left frustrated and without a plan B. However, in matters of sheer force, he was now the stronger and heavier of the two of them and so rape was a viable option if he had the nerve.

Now, the thing about addictions is that they give the addict all the nerve they need in order to satisfy their craving, whatever it takes. Thus it was therefore that one fateful Friday evening while mother and son were sat in the sofa together watching television, Donald suddenly reached across and gave one of his mum's tits a squeeze. Maureen's mouth dropped open in shock as her boy continued to fondle her through her clothing.

"DON, STOP; WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" The alarm in Maureen's voice was the same alarm he'd heard in the voices of the porn stars he'd watched pretending to be raped on his phone and this served to arouse him all the more. He already had the next part of his script worked out.
"It's okay mum. You're a woman, I'm now a man and men are made to fuck women. As you're the only woman in my life, it's you I have to fuck and I have to do it right now."
"No you don't, Don. You've got it all wrong, sons don't fuck their mothers. It's not natural and it's not even legal....now what are you up to?"
Donald's wayward hand had by now left his mother's breast and was under her skirt , digging down between her plump thighs; forcing them apart. Maureen used both her hands to grab his arm and push it away but it refused to budge. She looked at her son's face and saw only naked lust there. He returned her stare and saw the same fear he'd seen in the faces of his little playmate's faces in the park toilets back in the day. He felt the same excitement, the same urgency. But she was right. What he was doing wasn't natural. Maybe that's what made it so exciting. Anyway, he'd gone and nailed his colures to the mast so there was no going back now. He had to go all the way or consider himself a failure for the rest of his life. Now was the time to be forceful as never before. Taking her terrified round face between his hands, he pulled it to him so he could ravish his mum's mouth with his own. Her lips felt soft against his own as his protruding tongue started to wrestle with hers.

As they separated in order to catch their breath, Donald saw the advantage of getting his mother's clothes off of her while she was sitting down rather than when she was lying in the floor, her ultimate destination. And so the fight began. It was hard work as mummy definitely wasn't cooperating. He had to straddle her lap facing her in order to wrestle her jumper off over her head but it was worth it just to see the abundance of soft upper boob bulging and quivering away over the top of her heavy duty bra cups. He felt the gentle pressure of those boobs flattening against him as he held her to him in order to unfasten the bra behind her. All the while, his sobbing mother was pleading with her little boy to stop. "Oh God, this can't be happening; please stop Don, you don't know what your doing here. You're destroying something really beautiful, the only truly beautiful thing I've ever had in my life, I'm begging you, please stop."
No mum, there's no stopping now. Not for me, not this time, maybe not ever....wow mum, what big jiggly jugs you have, I'm really going to have some fun with these."

Maureen's bountiful blossom billowed and seethed like an angry ocean as her son set about slapping and punching her boobs The slaps were loud, the punches silent, and the the sounds of discomfort coming from his mother's mouth were music to Donald's ears.
Sliding off Maureen's lap, Donald attacked the remainder of his mother's clothing. It was brutal. She had to be pushed, pulled, lifted, rolled and twisted, all of which caused intimate contact between them to take place which he loved. Her moans of abject despair as her panties and tights were finally wrenched away were particularly poignant.

By now, Maureen was stark naked and lying on her back on the living room floor. Her face was awash with tears and smeared makeup as he held her in place with a heavy foot while he undressed. Of course, he had to lift his foot to complete this task and that's when mummy made her bid to escape. Rolling away, she scrambled to her feet and made for the door. She never got there. Strong arms embraced her as a virile, firmly erect young cock plunged between the billowing smooth softness of truly feminine arse cheeks. It felt every bit as heavenly as Donald suspected it would and he was sorely tempted to shaft his mum's buttocks and leave it at that for now. But no, that wasn't the plan. He told his mother that he was going to fuck her and anything less would only be a disappointment to him. By now, he was in no mood to brook any disappointment.

As they struggled, Don managed to trip Maureen so she fell backwards, taking him down with her so that he happened to land on top of her. The woman was stunned and winded, but her son was not. He met with no resistance as he parted and bent his mother's legs so as he could have ready access to her unshaved vagina. He got between his mum's thighs, positioned the tip of his penis so that it was lightly pressing against her slit and the he waited for his mother to fully regain consciousness. Well, it wouldn't really be rape if she didn't know it was happening, would it!

Eventually, she came to, fully realised what the situation was and gave out a heartfelt "Nooooooo" as her little boy's man sized cock filled and stretched her cunt for the first time in years. The nervous tension in her cunt had it clenching him inside her. He felt her engulfing him as she felt him filling her up. Then he began to move. She was a bit dry; there was friction, an erotic irritating soreness, but nature then intervened as her natural lubricants began to flow, eliminating the irritation and making the fucking easier. Taking his weight on his knees and elbows gave Don the freedom to bury his splayed fingers deep into the softness of his mother's mammaries while his eyes were able to drink in all the despair on his mummy's blushing face.
"You're liking this, aren't you mum. The feeling of my cock inside you is turning you on despite yourself. You're embarrassed right now but this will pass as I take to towards orgasm. You won't want to cum; won't want me to see you cum, but you won't be able to help it and as I fuck you more regularly, it'll all become more normal and you won't feel embarrassed any more. From now on, we're going to sleep together every night and I'm going to be your secret lover. No one will know. I won't tell anyone and you won't either, mummy; will you?"

By way of an answer, Maureen moaned and convulsed as her orgasm exploded within her, spurring her son on to more frantically fuck his mum in order to catch up. This he did in grand style, fully voiding his balls into his trembling mummy. Their individual orgasms seemed to merge into one huge shared climax and Maureen found herself clasping her gasping son to her as the rapture slowly passed and the both lapsed into comfortable afterglow. An afterglow that lasted right up to the moment when Donald said, "by the way, mum; you are on the pill, aren't you?"