King of the Cul-De-Sac

The moving was finally done. There would still be days of unpacking to go, but the moving truck, with the burly guys finally drove away.

My mother and I had moved here to this suburb. To this cul-de-sac to get away from my asshole dad.

Now it was just the two of us. Alone. Finally.

I had just turned nineteen a couple months ago. I was in good shape. I had been star of the track team at my high school. I was handsome-ish. And had a good size cock. I was going to college in the fall but would have to live at home to help mom with the new house.

My mother was in her late thirties and quite attractive. Long red/brown hair, pale skin, cute freckles, and D-cup tits. Her only problem was she tended to dress frumpy. Not showing off her curvy body at all.

That will change soon if I have my way. A new place is a new opportunity for a new life. It is time for me to be the man around here. King of my castle. And mom will have to learn her proper place. The castle slut.

I headed downstairs. Looking around I found my mom in the kitchen. She’s wearing baggy grey sweatpants and a large tshirt. On her hands and knees half in the stove trying to scrub it clean of the dirt and grease.

I strip off my own sweaty clothes, before entering the kitchen. My cock already rock hard in my hand. I watch her big ass, wiggling under her grey sweats as she scrubs.

“Brian? Can you help me?”

“Oh yes mom. I’ll help.”

I get behind her and grab the waistband of her pants. Then I tug them down. The grey cotton sliding easily over her big round ass. Plain white panties the only thing protecting her most precious spot from me.

“Wa…what do you think your doing?” She demands. Trying to turn around, but restrained in the tight space.

“Whatever I want mother.” I say. I shove my hand between her clenched thighs. My fingers rubbing her warm pussy.

“Unh… no! Stop this at once.”

Instead I grasp her panties and yank them down too. Her cunny now exposed for my enjoyment.

“No! Brian stop! …please?” The last bit was sweet, sweet begging. I planned to make her do a lot of begging.

I began to rub her moist pussy lips with the tip of my cock.

“Oh! Oh god no! Brian, you can’t do this. Please?”

But I could. Quite easily in fact. I close my eyes in bliss as my cock slides smoothly into her.

“Noooo! Oh noooo!” She cried as my balls settle against her soft puss.

“Oh, yes!