An incestuous relationship between a frustrated mother and her son gone violent

Warning, this novel was written as a fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

Sheila Verona stood in front of her kitchen sink
staring blankly out the small window above it. She was
under a tremendous amount of stress at this time and it
was beginning to show in the relationships with her
family and friends.

She was short with everyone it seemed anymore and she
couldn’t control her outbursts. Her Husband Victor had
left months ago, her son’s friends no longer came
around to visit him nor did any of Sheila’s old
friends.

It was money, as it always seemed to be; Victor had
lost his job at the local plant and things went
downhill rapidly. She didn’t know now where the money
would come from to pay the bills and she didn’t make
enough herself to meet them.

She had a terrible fight with her son that morning
about his going to stay with a friend that next weekend
when so much needed done around the house. Things had
become heated and there were terrible words exchanged
between the two.

Sheila had said things to her son she now regretted and
wished she could take back. She grabbed the checkbook
from the counter and walked over to the table seating
herself in one of the chairs. She would again try to
see if she couldn’t juggle things around enough to
catch the light bill up before they shut her power off.

Sheila was thirty-five now but didn’t look near her
age, she had long luxurious dark hair and deep gray
eyes. Her breasts were a little too large for her
petite frame but not outlandishly so, and they were
still firm and high.

She had great legs that ran up to a pair of beautifully
curved hips that flowed into a nicely shaped thin
waist. She had a beautiful ass and very shapely lips
that enhanced a beautiful olive toned face.

As she sat refiguring her balance she was in contention
with a splitting headache that never seemed to end
lately. She sensed rather than consciously heard her
son Douglas enter the kitchen area as she manipulated
her scant account.

Douglas swung the appliance door open and reached in
for the jug of ice water his mother always kept there
and grabbed a glass from the overhead cupboard. Douglas
filled his glass and leaving it there turned to place
the glass container back in the refrigerator when it
slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

Sheila was startled badly by the exploding sound of the
near carnage and jumped up from her chair spinning
around to find the scene of the crisis. She stood
their, her nerves already unraveled by other
distractions and as she surveyed the broken glass and
water on the floor she began to cry.

“You stupid little bastard, do you think all I have to
do in my life is clean up after your idiotic
misfortunes,” she screamed as the tears flowed freely
down her cheeks.

Her loud complaint caught her son off guard; he was
shocked and then angered.

“If you hadn’t driven my father away with your constant
complaining I wouldn’t be a bastard now would I, you
cheap Spanish whore,” he spat back in retaliation.

“What… what did you call me you little shit,” she
screamed at him as she advanced on him.

Sheila slapped her son across the face the sound of the
hard impact reverberating through out the space of the
room.

“No bitch, not this time!” he yelled at her.

He slapped her back and his five foot-eleven inch frame
knocked his smaller opponent to her knees. She was
dazed, but as she regained her senses she was filled
with a fierce anger and rose quickly to her feet.

Sheila leapt like a lioness taking prey, her strong
sharp nails peeling the flesh at the side of his face
where blood sprang to the surface immediately.

Douglas grabbed the front of her frilly blouse and
slapped her face hard once more. The force of his blow
against the firm grip of her blouse ripped the front of
his mothers blouse wide open.

There before his eyes were two perfectly formed olive
toned globes of flesh beautifully shaped with full
stiff nipples. Sheila grabbed the shredded garment and
tried pulling it together to hide her nakedness from
her sons’ eyes.

“Oh no you don’t, whore,” he growled as he grabbed both
hands and moved them away.

He wanted to humiliate her, here in her own home, for
her hateful behavior toward everyone around her
including himself. He slapped her again with less force
this time and noticed the beautiful fire in her eyes,
the evident self-righteous anger she was feeling.

“You have beautiful breasts mother, how about letting
me lick them for you and alleviate a little of that
sexual tension,” he told her, his grin evil and
menacing.

“Are you loco or just stupid Douglas, I am your
mother,” she offered weakly.

Douglas leaned his larger frame into his mothers’ body
and backed her roughly up against the table. He ripped
her blouse completely off her body and then reaching
down he ripped off her loose flimsy skirt as well.

“You fucking bastard get away from me, if you touch me
I’ll put you away somewhere I swear to God Douglas,”
she screamed at him, still crying as she spoke.

She stood there with nothing to do about it, exposed in
her panties only, before the hungry ravenous eyes of
her angry son. He pinned both her wrist behind her and
moved his mouth to her nipple as she tried to avoid
contact there.

“Please Doug, don’t do this to me… please!” she
begged him.

But as his hot mouth covered her nipple to devour her
sweet flesh there, a lightening bolt of pure
unmitigated pleasure seared its way along her
consciousness exploding in heat between her legs that
made her flesh go dewy.

“Please don’t, please… please Doug, my god I’m your
mom,” she pleaded with tears.

But in spite of her words her body wanted his tongue on
it, wanted his hands between her legs touching her. She
hated herself at that moment, as she realized he was
going to fuck her and she would likely orgasm beneath
him.

“I hate you… do you hear me bastard… I said I hate
your fucking ass!” she screamed.

Doug looked his mother dead in the eye… his own now
cold, dead, uncaring things. His fingers vised down on
her nipple and squeezed with all the power in his young
body. She closed her eyes and screamed as her body
trembled deeply with the pain of his abuse.

When he let go she opened her eyes and he found a storm
of sorrow and pain there as he held them with his own.
He pressed her lips with his and found no response at
first but when he slipped his tongue into her mouth he
thought he felt her part them just a little.

While he explored everything in her mouth his hand
dropped and found its way between her legs. His young
fingers slipped inside her panties and opened her
cavern finding the firmness of her clit. He wooed her
as they kissed, and gently, with ease of touch, he sat
about the seduction of her will.

She was moist, but he couldn’t yet tell if she wanted
him, she was not struggling as fiercely now and he
enjoyed very much the warmth of her mouth. He broke the
kiss and his mouth went immediately to his mother’s
breast again where he pulled into his mouth one large
erect nipple. She shivered as his hot member caressed
the hard little rose of her breast and small waves of
warm pleasure moved across the surface of her vulva.

Sheila considered another protest but decided against
it she knew he wouldn’t stop now not until his hot seed
seared the inside of her passage and his cock lurched
in spasms inside her.

She felt the warmth of his mouth on her smooth skin
making her wet down below. Her need was rising and
everything he did felt good to her hungry body. She
hadn’t had male companionship for some time now and she
hadn’t realized until now how much she had missed it.
She hated him for taking her this way but there was
nothing she could do.

Doug shoved his mother roughly down on the kitchen
table and ripped the thin panties from her body. Then
parted her legs and kneeling he put his face directly
in front of her cunt. His tongue darted out and swiped
the dark cavern of her sweet mysteries. Her body jerked
sharply in response to his touch, as her son began to
eat her out.

“I hate you Doug… you bastard,” she whispered lamely.

He didn’t care, his cock was raging between his legs
and if it was the last thing on earth he accomplished,
he was going to bring his mother to a resounding
orgasm.
He used his member skillfully against the warm wet
tissue of his mother’s pussy inserting it as deeply as
he could between the swollen lips of her labia.

The very next time he lashed her clit she moaned
pitifully and her hips rose to meet his tongue. Her
hands were now stroking the thick dark hair of his head
and she was beginning to moan softly.

Sheila was moving quickly to bliss in spite of her
minds protest her body intended to have its way and
obtain reprieve from its frustration. Doug stopped and
raised himself to his feet, from the cast of her face
he knew she was in stress to release.

He lowered his lips to hers and she received him with
due gentleness this time and readily made room for his
seeking tongue. His hard thick cock was resting in her
crevice directly over her firm clit.

As his tongue probed her mouth his cock ground against
her folds producing some of the most beautiful
sensations she could ever remember experiencing. They
exploded in her brain and body one after the other,
until she thought she might pass out from the firestorm
of pleasure.

The beautiful Sheila Verona was thrusting against the
rhythm of her son’s movements in her crevice. Every
movement of his cock was a blessing of sweet joy to her
flesh. She knew she was gushing between her legs but
her hunger was deep and long held.

She felt his strong hands gently caress the tissue of
her swollen breasts as they kissed. The passage of his
slow strong hands over her skin made her body tingle
all over. The exploits of his expertly educated tongue
in her mouth was still thrilling the young vixen,
driving her desire to desperation.

“I’m so sorry Douglas for the things I said I didn’t
mean them,” she whispered.

“I know Sheila but I won’t stop, I don’t think I can
now,” he answered with strained voice.

“I know Doug and I don’t want you to,” she whispered in
response.

“Put it in me Doug, I’m so hungry, fuck mommy my
beautiful boy, give mommy an orgasm,” she cooed as she
lovingly stroked his back with her hands.

Doug did as his mother ask, he felt her tense as the
width of his cock began to slowly stretch her vaginal
passage. She shivered against him as he advanced and
moaned sweetly in his ear.

“Te quiero a mi hijo,” she whispered. “I love you my
son.”

“I love you to mom,” he replied.

“Usted es el golpe del coraz�n Douglas,” she whispered.
“You are the beat of my heart Douglas.”

She was driven to passion by the sensations her flesh
had needed so long now, the touch of human skin. The
kiss, the hands, and the feel of man between her legs
again that once more validated her wounded femininity.

Her breath rushed from her lungs when her son’s pelvis
at last pushed against her own; his long wide member
filling her in way never known before. Her body rushed
with fire as her desire was fully released within and
her passion consumed her consciousness.

With each deep hard thrust she moaned, her heels
digging into her son’s buttocks forcing him into her,
because she couldn’t get enough of the feeling so long
absent from her life.

He used her like a whore, brutally, because it was what
she wanted, she wanted to leave that table sore,
swollen, and needing no more. He was like a great
stallion in breeding season, powerful, and deep, and
Shelia loved all of it, the sound, scent, and warmth of
him.

As her impending explosion of personality approached
she became somewhat delirious pathetically begging him
to fuck her harder, faster. Screaming that she loved
him only and would always be his now.

To say she thundered through the end of orgasm would be
putting it mildly, she nearly passed out with the
intensity of her release. Her convulsions literally
sucked the sperm out of her son’s cock and she sprayed
his entire upper thigh region with a downpour of sexual
fluids.

Doug pulled a nearby chair behind him and sat down and
then eased his mothers limp frame out onto his lap.
They were both soaked and breathless as he wrapped his
arms around her and drew her tightly to him.

So overcome by the joy of her release Sheila began
kissing his face and neck without stopping for the
longest time. Finally, Doug placed both hands on the
side of her face and looked into her eyes. They were
soft again, with that gentle shyness he had missed for
so long now and she was smiling, something missing far
to long.

“You may have me whenever you please my son and there
will be no more fighting between us. But please tell me
you still love me,” she said softly.

“Te amo mi reina espa�ola,” he told her. “I love you my
Spanish Queen.”

She kissed him then, a deep sensitive probing of the
young nature, that she had just matured.

“I have a plan mother to help us get by if you can
bring yourself to consider it,” he told her.

“And what is your plan Douglas,” she asked smiling,
thinking she may as well entertain him because it was
sweet of him to want to help.

“You’re a beautiful woman my Queen would you consider
posing nude for me, and my hungry Nikon?” he asked her.

“Right now I would do anything for you my lover,” she
replied smiling, as her well-formed fanny wiggled
against his lap!

“If we can produce a good layout for the shoot we can,
sell the series on the net. That will give us money to
start a web site with, we can put your photos there as
well as those of any models we might hire from our
local model stock,” he told her.

“But won’t that be expensive?” she asked.

“We can save some of the expense by using my friends to
design the site security, I can do the basic page
itself, but will need some help with the security end
of it,” he answered.

“I’m willing to try anything at this point Doug, we
certainly can’t go on this way we will lose our home if
we don’t do something and soon,” she said.

“You won’t be embarrassed when I’m standing there
camera in hand asking you to touch yourself?” he asked
her.

Sheila stood with a devilish smile on her lovely face
and began a slow sensual dance at the side of Doug’s
chair. She held his eyes, hers full of mischief, as her
hands began to run up and down on her fabulous olive
toned body.

“You mean like this Dougie?” she asked him with a wide
smile, as her hands began to caress her vulva and her
hips undulated sensually.

“Um-m-m… damn mom, that’s exactly what I meant,” he
replied with a laugh.

He grabbed her and re-seated her on his lap; she leapt
to his lips and consumed him with her own. The warmth
of her perfect breasts stirring him as she playfully
chewed his neck and cooed musically for his ego.

“I will start tomorrow mother and you must spend some
money on some new sexy cloths that you will then very
slowly remove,” he spoke.

Sheila had never before viewed her son as a problem
solver, she was discovering that this young man she was
falling quickly in love with was more complicated than
she knew.

“Do you think I’m pretty Douglas,” she asked him.

She needed reassurance he knew regarding herself as a
woman; still the question caught him completely off
guard so he proceeded in a playful manner.

“Yes my little Spanish slut… I know your beautiful,
and you will drive me to excess in my use of your
sultry charms. I will ravish you on the lawn late at
night, on the hood of your car at high noon, on the
table and in the bath and when finished you’ll sleep
the sleep of the dead,” he smiled.

“Oh yes-s-s-s,” she squealed with a big smile!!! She
was so young at that moment that she thrilled him.

He loved her at such moments, her spirit wide open and
unashamed. The light of her eyes was brightest at these
times, and the gentleness of her nature most apparent.

They bathed after that; it was a prolonged affair with
a great deal of touching, kissing, and sweet verbal
reinforcement between the two.

He gave his mother her second orgasm of the day as she
lay bound on her own bed while eating her to complete
culmination. She cried when she came that afternoon
arching hard against her ties desperately wanting to
touch his body.

That night Douglas teased her until her lips hurled a
long string of colorful profanity at him demanding he
take her. She was a passionate woman, if one understood
how to properly use her. She came twice that night
before Douglas filled her insides with his hot seed,
her wrist held firmly against the sheets, her body a
sheen of light sweat.

“My lover, the things you do they exhaust me,” she had
told him with the sweetest smile. Then fell asleep to
tired to even clean up.

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