Mom, the Unwilling Slut 01: Claiming Mom

Authors Note:

The author does not condone any form of non-consensual sex. This is a fictional story, and should not be acted out in whole or part without the willing consent of all.

Warning:

This story contains adult content including incestuous non-consensual sodomy and fellatio. As well as male masturbation. If you don’t enjoy this kind of smut, please choose another story.

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It was a shitty day. My attempts at finding a job had proved to be as pointless as vacuuming the lawn. I’d just wanted something that paid enough to get the fuck out of my parent’s house and stop dating Rosie palm. As I turned onto my street I was glad to see my parent’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I DVR’d one of my favorite movies last night. It was one of those B movies where the bimbos drop their tops every time they turn around. This one had a fairly decent plot and I desperately needed the stress relief. Mom had been staying up late and dad was getting up early so I hadn’t had a chance to even jack off for a few weeks.

I went into the house, made some popcorn, poured myself a drink, and sat down in my recliner to watch Bikini Bistro. I slid my pants down and began to lightly rub my penis to get it hard. I know the scene I wanted to cum to. About halfway into the movie, one girl gets naked against a tree. I have a thing for sex in the woods. I figured with the lack of nookie I had experienced since moving back in with my folks that I would have to be careful of cumming too soon.

I was about 15 minutes into it, lightly stroking my cock when I heard a car door close. Knowing I only had only seconds, I grabbed a blanket and threw it over myself. I went to grab the remote to change the show, but I dropped it. I reached down for it and was just able to sit back up and adjust the blanket over myself when the door opened. Unfortunately, my mom walked in just as the waitresses were changing into their uniforms. Lots of close-ups of tits and ass. She had a disgusted look on her face and began to bitch me out for watching such degrading, demeaning, anti-woman smut. I sat there silently, the movie still playing and my dick, for some reason, was getting harder and demanding attention.

Just to be ornery I left the movie on to piss her off. Mom stormed over to the TV and shut it off. She then pulled some cables from the DVR and stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door. I was infuriated. I got up, pulled up my pants, and burst into her room without knocking. Mom was standing there in the process of unbuttoning her blouse.

She turned toward me “You come into my bedroom unannounced!”, she yelled while glaring furiously at me.

“Give me the goddamned cable!”, I growled in reply.

“Fuck off you pervert!”, she snarled, “now get out so I can change, I only have a few minutes before I need to leave to meet your father.”

“I don’t give a rats ass about your fucking parties, I’m not leaving until you give me the motherfuckin’ TV cable.”

“Listen, you piece of shit, I’m gonna change. If you want to stand there and watch your mother get undressed and redressed, then you’re not just a pervert, you’re a sick animal that doesn’t have a single redeeming human trait and you will no longer be my son. Now get the fuck out asshole.” Then completely ignoring me she turned back toward her dresser and finished unbuttoning her blouse.

At this point, I began to see red and my dick, for some reason, was harder than it had ever been in my life. Mom slipped out of her blouse and dropped it into her laundry basket. Her bra was, well being a single guy, all I can say is H – O – T, hot. The cups containing her above-average tits were low cut and made of thin material. I could easily see her large areola which had always turned me on and her nipples were erect and at least a ½ inch long.

Mom continued to ignore me and began to unzip her skirt, completely ignoring the fact that her son was standing several feet away. This was enraging me even more than the fighting and insults. As she lowered her skirt, her feminine lacy panties came into view. The panties matched the bra, something I’d always found erotic. I also noticed an honest to God garter belt. The garter belt was attached to some thigh high stockings and the panties were actually under the straps of the garter.

At this point I was so enraged I wanted to physically attack her. I took three steps closing the gap between us and grabbed her arm, not knowing what I was going to do. I spun her around to face me and said “Shit bitch! You piss and moan about me watching a movie where bimbos take off their clothes because it’s degrading to women. Yet, here you are stripping in front of your son. You’re no better than any of those whores! Now I’m gonna do to you what I wanted to do to them. So I guess it’s time that I do, to a bimbo, what I always wanted to.” Mom opened her mouth to speak and I smacked her in the face.