A Slave to my Son's Cock (Son's Perspective)

Author's note: None of the places or characters in this story actually exist, and all characters are canonically eighteen years old or older at the time of depicted events. Although obviously, if you prefer to imagine otherwise within the confines of your own mind, who am I to try to stop you?

Second note: This is an alternate perspective on my story “Slave to my Son's Cock”. For your optimal reading experience and enjoyment, I recommend reading that version of the story first.

Six months ago, my whole life changed. In ways I never could have predicted, or even dared to hope for. It was just another random, boring Saturday. Mom had been on my case about doing my homework, but I only had like an hour of it left to do, and I was procrastinating. Plus, I was horny. Not that that was in any way unusual; I was an eighteen year old high school senior... so sue me, if I spent a lot of time thinking about sex! But for whatever reason, that afternoon I really just needed to get off, even more than normal. So, I decided to succumb to my guiltiest of pleasures, and watch what had become my absolute favourite video; incest porn, of a guy who obviously wasn't even all that much older than I was, absolutely railing this tiny, busty little red-headed sexpot pretending to be his own mother!

And yeah, I do realize just how fucked up that made me, especially since she bore such a striking resemblance to my own mom, who right that very moment I knew was just downstairs doing chores. But I just couldn't help myself! Yes, she was my mother... but she was also the sexist little piece of ass I'd ever seen in real life! It had taken me a long time to admit that to myself; I'd spent pretty much my entire adolescence getting in fights with my friends, any time they would make comments about how hot and sexy they thought she was, and all the nasty things they wanted to do to her if they ever got the chance. But they'd been right all along, of course, and a big part of my anger at them, I realized now had actually been jealousy. God, I wanted her! But obviously that was never going to happen, and I could never, ever let her know! At least I had my video.

I stripped naked first, so I wouldn't get my clothes all sweaty, then put on my headphones and started it up, going to sit on my bed with my back leaning up against my pillows. As always, just the sight of that hot little redhead walking onto the screen, by mind superimposing Mom's face over hers, had me hard almost instantly. I moaned quietly, wrapping my hands one above the other around my thick, eleven inch cock, and started to stroke, letting my mind run free. I imagined what it would be like to be the guy on my screen, throwing my own mother down onto her bed, forcing her legs apart, and sticking my huge, thick cock back into the same tiny, tight little hole that had made me!

And imagination was all I had to rely on, unfortunately. I was a good looking enough guy, I knew, and I'd had girlfriends before, though I was single at the moment. They'd all been totally thrilled when they found out how big I was, eagerly stroking me with their hands and sucking me with their mouths. But when it had come to actually letting me put it inside them, every last one of them had adamantly refused, claiming I was way too big to fit in their tiny little pussies. None of them had even been willing to try.

But I still had my video. And at least in my own mind, Mom was one girl who let me do absolutely anything I wanted to her, and was actually grateful for the way my big, thick cock stretched her out! And that's what I was doing, letting my eyes drift partly closed, half watching my screen and half creating an even more depraved video in my head, when I suddenly caught something in the corner of my eye—my own mother, just standing there at my door with a basket of laundry in her hands, her mouth gaping open in shock as she watched me stroking my cock!

“Mom! What the hell?” I yelled in shock and guilt, yanking my blanket over my lap to cover myself.

“Sorry! Sorry!” she gasped, but her eyes were still locked on my crotch, an enormous pink blush blossoming on her cheeks, her thick, suckable nipples popping out proudly through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

“Did you need something, Mom?” I asked, just barely managing to keep my voice under control, and to stop myself from licking my lips at the way those sexy little pyjama bottoms she was wearing were outlining the shape her hips! God, I just could not handle her being in the same room with me right now! Not with my cock so hard and throbbing with frustrated need!

“I... no...” she faltered nervously. “Laundry! I have your laundry...” She lifted the basket in her hands, as if I hadn't already been able to see.

“Oh, uh... okay,” I said, wanting her to just do what she came for and go back downstairs, so we could both get on with pretending that this had never happened, and I could go back to doing what I'd been doing. “You can just put it down... I'll deal with it in a little bit.”

“Okay, sure,” she agreed, glancing quickly around my floor. I realized in that moment that maybe she actually did have a bit of a point about me tidying my room more frequently, since the only bit of currently clear floor space was right next to my bed, and having her coming closer to me was the last thing I wanted right then. She set down her basket, and this whole unbelievably awkward encounter was almost over... only right at that exact moment, for no other reason than that the universe had just decided that it wanted to fuck with me today, the girl on my video launched into orgasm, screaming to wake the dead as she did it. Mom glanced over at my desk then, and I swear it was like somebody just hit the factory reset button on her brain! She stared, eyes wide, as immobile as a statue. I panicked... I mean, it wasn't like she could possibly fail to recognize the similarities between herself and that woman on the video, and the name of the video was right there too, telling her exactly the sort of fantasy I'd just been getting myself off to!

I was ready for her to scream at me, to berate me, or for her to run out the door in disgust... I was not ready for her to just stand there staring, and for her to start subconsciously licking her lips. Oh my God... she was getting turned on by it? No... She couldn't possibly have been having the same filthy, perverted thoughts about me that I'd been having about her! But the longer she stood there starting, the more impossible it became to deny.

“Do you like that, Mom?” I asked, and that was finally enough to remind her that I was there, and to knock her out of her trance.

“No, I...” she tried, but the blush on her cheeks and her firmly erect nipples told a different story.

“It's okay, Mom. There's no shame in admitting what turns you on. Whatever that might be.” I smiled up at her as reassuringly as I knew how. God, I was so nervous it felt like I had ants crawling inside my skin, but somehow I was able to keep my voice sounding calm. I knew I had to do this, knew this might be my one and only shot. I had to strike while the iron was hot, before she had a chance to come to grips with the way she suddenly found herself feeling, and could start putting up walls.

“What are you talking about?” she asked, but she knew. Even if she wasn't ready to admit it to herself yet, she knew.

“I think we both know what I'm talking about, don't we?” I smiled. “You took me by surprise, when I first saw you... but I saw the way you were looking at me, before I noticed you there.” Then, the moment of truth... I pulled slowly on my blanket, again revealing my cock. She didn't step away, didn't close her eyes, didn't tell me to cover up. She just stayed right where she was, staring and again licking her lips—proof I'd been right. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up towards her, but that at last was enough to make her take a reflexive step back, and she tripped. I rushed forward, catching her arms to keep her from falling; she was so much smaller than me, I could support her easily. And as I stood there looking down into her big, beautiful blue eyes, it was like the entire world vanished into the mist. All that remained was us.

“Touch it, Mom!” I whispered. I could tell she wanted to, but some remnant of guilt in her mind was making her slowly shake her head. “It's okay. I want this, Mom. And I can tell you do, too. It's okay.” She just needed a little help, was all, to get her out of her own way. I took her hand in mine, slowly guiding her onto my cock. One touch was all it took, as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started to stroke, her other hand quickly joining.

I moaned encouragingly, letting her know how good it felt. She was slowly growing more confident, letting herself enjoy it more, the most adorable, guilty little smile on her lips as she stared down at my cock. But those lips... I slipped my fingers into her hair, grabbing hold and pulling, making her gasp and tilt her head back as I leaned down to kiss her. She gasped against my lips in surprise, stubbornly refusing me entrance into her mouth. But she just tasted so good! I grabbed her ass with my other hand, pulling her toward me. She was so much shorter than me, my hard cock slid right up her toned little belly, poking the underside of her big, soft tit!

That, apparently, was her point of no return; she moaned, trembling, welcoming me into her mouth, even sucking hungrily on my tongue! She wrapped her arm around the back of my neck, holding me close, as my own hands started to roam. God, she felt good! And even better, once I managed to get that t-shirt off and could feel all that hot, soft skin directly against the palms of my hands! I played like that for a long time while we made out, exploring every inch of her, deeply digging my fingers into her soft, yielding flesh, exploring and teasing the ripe pink berries of her nipples! Soon I just couldn't take it anymore, I had to taste them for myself! But she was so short, bending down to them would have been problematic at best, and something told me she wasn't quite ready for me to take her to my bed, not yet. Luckily for me, along with being so short and petite (other than her absolutely phenomenal big D-cup tits, obviously), came the fact that she weighted almost nothing; I grabbed her tight, round little ass in both hands, and simply lifted her until her nipples were properly aligned with my mouth, no bending over needed!

She squealed in surprise, then pulled me even tighter with her arm around the back of my neck, squishing my face into her tit as I hungrily nibbled and sucked. The only problem was, now she was out of range for reaching my cock with her hand. But that was okay; I was having so much fun with her breast, I didn't even mind. Truth be told, it was probably even better that way, giving my dick a bit of a break so I wouldn't end up cumming before I was ready to. And now, with nothing left to do with that second hand of hers, she even started playing with her other breast, lifting and squeezing, pinching her nipple—giving me an entire show! And though I'm not sure she even consciously realized what she was doing, rocking her hips as well, grinding her hot little pussy against my abs. I was in no hurry—I was loving sucking her tit!—but eventually the temptation of that hot, grinding little snatch was just too much to bear! I set her back down to her feet, quickly stripping her the rest of the way. I couldn't believe I was actually seeing my own mother's shaved, hot little cunt, flushed a beautiful, bright shade of pink with her desire for me. Just the smell of her was absolutely intoxicating, and I couldn't help but to grab her hard between her thighs, squeezing tight, making her tremble and moan at my touch!

God, she was so soft, and hot, and wet as I started to rub and play! She was literally dripping with her own arousal already, before I'd even started touching her there! And with her hands able to reach my cock again, she was suddenly going at me with a frenzy, constantly licking her lips as she stared down at me, pointing me at her huge, naked tits! It was simply more than I could take! I spun us around, backing her towards my bed. She was so focused on everything else that was happening, I don't think she even realized what I intended until I was laying her down and climbing up on top of her, my big, hard cock laying heavily along her hot, wet little lips.

“Kade...” she moaned, and I kissed her, hard, as I reached down between us to angle myself into position. She started to writhe beneath me, obviously as anxious for this to happen as I was. I found my mark, rubbing up and down a few times to prepare us both, and slowly, gently pressed myself in. My God, did she ever feel good! So, so much better than any of the blowjobs my various girlfriends had ever given me! She began to tremble at the intensity of it, and I wasn't doing much better, carefully starting to thrust, working myself gradually deeper. She was such a tiny little thing, I was sure she wouldn't be able to take it all, so I was being extra attentive for any sign that she needed me to stop. But that sign never came. Just as I was sure I had to be coming to the end of her, and I stopped pressing deeper, she would suddenly rock her self onto me, somehow finding another inch of room. Over and over she did it, until finally, beyond all belief, she'd managed to take me all. I was in awe. All eleven inches of my thick, hard cock, buried up my mother's incredibly tight, tiny little pussy... and still she was rocking herself on it, instinctively fucking herself on it while I was too blown away by what she'd just accomplished to properly do the job myself.

I pushed in harder, grinding myself against her, making her take every last bit of myself I possibly could, and she just moaned, her eyes fluttering closed and her hands grabbing lustily at my ass. Then I started to thrust again, gently at first, but slowly growing more forceful as I followed her cues, desperate to give her exactly what she wanted. I was so afraid I was going to end up hurting her... but every time I tried to slacken off out of concern she would let out this piteous little whimper of disappointment, clutching harder at my ass and trying to throw herself onto me. I had no choice; eventually I had to push myself up onto my knees, grabbing her tightly by her hips, and just start railing her for all I was worth, bouncing her like a fuck-doll back and forth on my cock, devouring her with my eyes as she trembled and gasped in pleasure, mauling her big, soft tits with her tiny little hands.

She came hard, and often. I couldn't even keep track. And I swear to God, a couple of times, I think she actually passed out for a couple of seconds before my continued fucking woke her back up. I held out as long as I possibly could, never wanting this moment to end, but eventually I felt the pressure starting to build. There was nothing I could do to stop it, not without slowing down to give myself a rest, and from the look in Mom's eyes that was so not an option. I didn't try to, but as my orgasm finally arrived I could feel myself tightening my grip on her even more, my hips pounding forward as if with a mind of their own, driving my cock deep inside of her like I was determined to come bursting out the other side. She screamed and thrashed as she felt that first hot, powerful jet bursting inside her, joining me in what was obviously her most intense orgasm of all. Wave after wave I filled her, my potent, incestuous teenaged cum flooding my mother's welcoming, needy womb!

It seemed to go on forever, time losing all meaning for me as I held myself deep inside Mom's tiny, clenching little pussy. But finally I was spent, the aftereffects of such prolonged exertion and such a powerful final release all seeming to crash down on me at once. It was all I could do not to crush her as I collapsed down onto the bed on top of her, and to roll us over to leave her laying on my chest as I struggled to catch my breath. There was so much I wanted to say... but I couldn't find the words. I held her tightly in my arms, stroking her slender, sweat-slickened back, silently communicating my thanks, and my love. It wasn't long before I felt myself nodding off, my hands cupping her spectacular little ass, still holding her in place on my slowly deflating cock as I drifted off to sleep.

Evan in all the six months since, and after all the amazing, incredible things Mom and I had done to each other in the interim, that very first time together was still one of my absolute favourite memories. I was thinking about it yet again, a wicked little smirk on my lips as I was doing my hair in the mirror getting ready for school, when Mom called from downstairs.

“Kade, come on, you're going to be late for school!”

My smirk widened. I just found it so amusing when she tried to play the role of the normal, responsible mother. Like she hadn't been eagerly bouncing her tight little pussy on my cock last night before bed, desperately begging me to fill her with my cum! I took my time finishing up, then headed downstairs.

“Morning!” I yawned, taking a moment to appreciate the view. She was standing at the isle with her back to me, wearing one of her tight little black pencil skirts ending two inches above her knee, and her sexy, ruby-red satin blouse. God, she was sexy! No matter how often and in what state of dress I saw her, I could never get used to how absolutely stunning she was. I walked up behind her and gave her a nice, tight grab of her ass.

“Kade!” She gasped in surprise, her eyes fluttering closed as she reflexively pushed herself back into my grip. “You're going to be late!”

I stepped in closer, placing my other hand on her hip and sliding slowly upward, taking her big, full breast into my hand and giving her a squeeze. She was wearing one of her tiny, lacy little bras, I could tell, her nipple instantly growing firm at my touch, poking insistently into the palm of my hand.

“Pep rally first period,” I told her, murmuring softly against the back of her ear in the way I knew drove her wild. “We have time.”

She moaned, biting her lip, the competing desires of good little mommy and naughty little fuck-doll warring in her mind. But I already knew who would win, the same one who always won, and I just kept playing with her tit and ass until she realized it, too. I bent her over the isle, pulling her skirt up over her hips, and her sexy, red thong panties down to her knees. Not all the way off, though; I loved the way they looked, and how they restrained her into only being able to spread her legs just so far, when I left them at knees. I fished myself out, already hard after playing with her the way I had been, and pressed against her lips. She was wet and eager already, but I rubbed up and down for a bit just the same, making sure she was good and ready for the way I wanted to take her. Then I pushed in, slowly but firmly, not stopping until I had all eleven inches fully up inside her! God, I loved that she was able to stretch to take me like that, while still remaining so tight! She whimpered sexily as I ground myself against her ass, then I slowly started to thrust, grabbing her tits and using them like handles as I gradually began picking up speed, having my way with my mother's perfect, wet little cunt! She sighed and trembled, eyes closing in pleasure with a gorgeous, guilty little smile on her lips as I dug my fingers even deeper into her huge, spectacular tits. As much as I loved squeezing and using her like that (and God, did I ever!) I knew she enjoyed it even more!

I was staring down at her perfect, naked little ass, and I couldn't help but want to fuck it. I couldn't do that, though; I'd made a promise. As much as I had loved sending her off to work walking so gingerly after what I'd done to her the night before, and as much as a little part of her had enjoyed it too, at first, it had become clear that the repeated embarrassment had been starting to get to her, and not in a good way. So when she'd eventually worked up the courage to ask me to only take her ass on Friday nights from then on, so she'd have time to recover properly before she had to go back to work, I'd only played at saying no, and had quite happily given her the chance to earn my agreement. So, no anal for me until the weekend. That didn't mean I wasn't allowed to think about it, though, which I happily did as I stared down at that cute, winking little starfish, thrusting myself hard in and out of her pussy. I made her cum repeatedly, like always, gasping and clutching at the isle to support herself, but as much as I would have loved to keep her there indefinitely I actually did have to keep my eye on the clock, to make sure I wouldn't be late for my second period class.

“You love that, don't you, you little slut?” I asked, initiating the bit of role-play I knew was guaranteed to finish us both off with a bang.

“Uh hunh!” she moaned, already trembling a little with what she knew was going to happen next.

“Let me hear you say it!” I demanded.

“I love it!” she obediently gasped. “I love my son's huge fucking cock! You fuck me so good, Kade! I love it! I love the way you make me cum all over your amazing fucking cock!”

“Fuck yeah, you do!” I growled, my fingers digging even deeper into her soft, yielding tits, as she let out the most adorable little whimper of desire. “Such a good little whore!” I praised.

It didn't take long after that, and she trembled happily along with me into one last orgasm of her own, squealing her pleasure at feeling her own eighteen year old teenage son filling her womb with hot, incestuous cum! God, she was good! I was still trying to catch my breath, but I gave her a firm slap and a squeeze on her ass, telling her how much I loved her, and how much I loved what she'd just done for me! I stayed inside after I finished, pressed hard against her ass and still squeezing and playing with her tits, trying to stay still, but every little involuntary movement either of us made sending shivers of pleasure through us both. But eventually I had to pull out, and as she stared up at me biting her lip with that wicked, guilty look of anticipation in her eyes, I knew exactly what she wanted and helped her down to her knees.

“God...” I moaned, smiling happily and unable to stop a small chuckle as I saw the pleasure and devotion in her eyes. “Even after all this time, I love it that you still blush like that when you're cleaning your cum off my cock!”

“Shut up!” she grumbled, smacking me on my hip with her cute little fist... but she couldn't keep that big, happy grin off her face as she continued kissing and licking me clean. I let her finish, then pulled her back to her feet, kissing her deeply then cuddling her tightly to my chest, wrapping her in my arms.

“You realize I'm going to have to go change my panties, now,” she complained, nuzzling me and rubbing her hands up and down my sides. “I picked these ones special, for you to strip me out of when I got home from work later! But if I wear them now I'm going to leak all over and ruin them!”

“Worth it!” I told her, reaching down to playfully pinch her cute, naked little ass, making her jump and squeal in my arms.

“Ugh!” she rolled her eyes at me, but couldn't stop a small chuckle of her own. “Now hurry up! Pep rally or not, you really will be late if you don't get a move on!”

“In a minute,” I told her, lifting her chin to meet her in a soft, gentle kiss. “Love you, Mom.”

“Love you, too, baby!” She sighed happily. “Now hurry up, enough stalling!” she said, stepping out from my arms and giving me a firm smack on my ass.

“Careful!” I laughed, winking at her as I forced myself back down into my jeans and zipped up. “You remember how it turned out for you the last time you started a spanking-fight!”

“Don't you dare!” she gasped, dancing away from me with her hands held protectively over her cute little butt. God, I loved watching her trying to walk around with her panties still down around her knees! I made up my mind right there, that when she got home for work that night I was going to chase her all around the house in nothing but her panties around her knees, before I finally pinned her down somewhere and fucking raped that juicy little cunt!

I laughed at her, pulling her back into my arms for one last deep, passionate kiss and a fondling of her ass, before grabbing an apple from the bowl on the counter and heading out the door to school.

I chuckled to myself as I ate and walked, considering everything that had happened, how everything had changed. So what, if our relationship wasn't exactly a normal one? So what, if it was illegal, even? The two of us being together was nobody's business but ours. I loved her, and she loved me. That was all that mattered, and I was never, ever going to let her go!