Sons Are So Hard-Headed These Days
by FreshlyDirty
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*Chapter 1 – Piling on Straws*

"Brock!"

Oh shit, I was busted again. My mother, Roseanna, stared at me with a
fiery gaze, her eyes like penetrating lasers.

"How many times Brock! How many times do I have to tell you not to fist
that, that, that big filthy prick in my living-room!" mother yelled.

I sat completely still, silent and stunned with my mouth and eyes wide
open. Mother must've been really heated. I had heard her curse a few
times already, but not regularly, and only once before was it directed
at me. Evidently I struck a nerve, a deep rooted nerve.

This made the third time that she had caught me wanking and watching
porn in the living room. I still didn't think it called for her to go
postal on me. I was on my Thanksgiving break from college when she
busted me the first two times. And this third time was over my Christmas
break, only one month after the Thanksgiving break. How did I get caught
jacking-off in the living-room three times? Here's how it all happened
and what transpired each time mother caught me.

Caught for the 1^st Time: Warning



Normally I would go to my bedroom to jack my dick and I would always
shut and lock the door. I mean who doesn't want privacy while cranking
out a good one? Plus with mother being old fashioned and prudish, I
definitely kept my porn put away in a safe place. I always made sure to
stay relatively quiet while jacking-off.

However, during the holiday season, I'm home alone for most of the day
and I can masturbate without worrying about privacy. My older sister,
Jessica, graduated from college and landed a big time job out of state a
few years ago. My older brother left home right before his senior year
of high school because he couldn't stand living under mother's strict
rules. He calls from time to time, but he never visits the house. When I
want to see him, I have to meet him on "neutral" territory. My parents
were divorced when I was just a kid. Mother got to keep the house and
collect a big alimony check from my father. So for the past few years,
she and I have lived alone in this house that was built for a big family.

Mother would spend so much time shopping and visiting friends and
relatives during the holidays that it gave me the whole house to myself.
I would finally get the chance to enjoy watching my porn DVDs on the big
flat-screen television in the living-room. I preferred the crisp clear
picture of the flat-screen over the blurry details of the small screen
TV in my bedroom. Particularly, I liked how I could actually see the
clit in detail on a porn star.

This setup had worked fine for a couple of years. I wanked to digitally
sharp nipples and surround sound moans and never had the slightest worry
about privacy or getting caught. This year, however, was a different
story. I did it one time, or should I say three times, too many.

Mother had a relatively calm reaction the first time that she caught me
beating off. She busted me as she returned home early from shopping and
visiting my aunt's house. I had expected her to be gone all day
therefore I wasn't paying attention to hear her open the front door.

When mother walked in on me, I swiftly snatched a couch pillow to cover
my crotch. It was quicker to cover my crotch than to try to stuff my
dick back into my jeans. I frantically pressed buttons on the remote
control to shut off the DVD player. Mother walked over to the couch and
stood directly in front of me with her hands on her hips and shaking her
head in disapproval. I braced myself for a verbal lashing because she
always gave me strict lectures when ever she disapproved of my actions.

"Why would you do that out here?" mother asked.

"Uh, I'm sorry. How long am I grounded for?" I asked with my head down.

I had grown use to mother handing out punishments like a principal hands
out detention slips. I wanted her to dish out the verdict and let me be
on my way, but she surprised me with leniency.

"I won't ground you so long as you understand that you need to keep
that," mother said as she nodded toward my crotch, "in the privacy of
your own room Brock."

In my state of shock I had done a half-assed job at covering my crotch.
It wasn't that easy to quickly cover eight inches of penis with a small
couch pillow while fumbling with the remote control at the same time.
Now in an effort to save myself some shred of dignity, I moved the
pillow over to cover my dick completely.

Mother looked up into my face and snickered like a school girl teasing a
class-mate. Feeling my manhood threatened, even though only by my
mother, I became defensive. Actually, the fact that it was my mother who
was laughing at me made it even worse.

"What are you laughing at? This is embarrassing enough," I said.

"Good. Maybe you will think twice before pulling a stunt like this again."

"I will, for sure. But this isn't funny."

"I find it absolutely comical how a boy can develop so well physically
yet still lack basic common sense," mother said.

"What are you, oh, you're talking about my..."

"Bad judgment; I've taught you how to make better decisions than that,"
mother interrupted.

"What, you mean trying to cover myself with this pillow?"

"I mean this whole incident."

"Yeah, I guess it was pretty stupid of me."

"Why would you even do that out here in the first place?"

"Uh, I uh..."

"On second thought, I do not care to know. You may be excused to your
room now," mother said.

I got up, pillow in front of my crotch and clutching my jeans, and
hurried to my room before mother changed her mind about not grounding
me. As soon as I made it inside my room, I flopped down on my bed. I
stared up at the ceiling and let what had just happened sink in. I
thought the confrontation had actually gone pretty well considering how
things could have turned real ugly. Mother could be really strict at
times. I guess the holiday season kept her from grounding me.

Although mother had interrupted when I tried to ask what she meant by
"how a boy can develop so well physically," I was pretty sure what she
meant by the comment. In her own conservative way, my mother had
basically said that I have a big dick. I chuckled at the thought. I
didn't contemplate on it for too long though because I felt overjoyed
that I was not grounded for wanking in the living-room.

Caught for the 2^nd Time: Infamous Lecture.



Later that week, I sat in my room thinking to myself how my porn DVDs
looked so much more graphic on the flat-screen television than on the
crappy regular screen in my room. I knew then what I wanted to ask
mother to buy me for Christmas, a big flat-screen television for my room.

For the mean time, however, I decided that if I were more careful about
not getting caught, I could keep jacking-off and watching porn in the
living-room. I could do it when I knew for sure that mother would be
away for a while. I would just have to listen out carefully for her car
pulling into the driveway in case she came back early. It sounded like a
safe plan to my horny college freshman mind.

Evidently I was wrong. Maybe I wasn't careful enough because I got so
caught up in a gripping triple-x feature. Or maybe I didn't really care
as much as I would have if she had been stricter the first time she
caught me. My carelessness probably stemmed from a combination of the
two, but either way I got busted again.

Before mother caught me for the second time, she told me that she wanted
to visit a friend whom she only got the chance to see during the
holidays. I asked her how long she planned to be out and found that she
would be gone for several hours because she also had some other stops to
make. I felt sure that provided enough time to watch a hot flick or two
on the big flat-screen. As soon as she was out the door, I grabbed my
DVDs and my lube.

Engrossed in a scorching movie while squeezing and slowly stroking the
full length of my shaft , I thought for sure I had plenty of time to
beat off as much as I wanted. However, forty-five minutes hadn't passed
when I looked up and saw mother standing in the doorway. It looked like
she was staring right past me and off into space, as if dazed by some
deep thought. I had no idea how long she had been standing there.

"Mom!" I shouted.

My reflex was to move quickly to cover my dick with a couch pillow and
to grab the remote to shut off the television. Mother jumped as if I had
startled her. She regained her composure and walked into the room
calmly, but her face appeared more troubled than it had been the first
time she caught me. She looked somewhat flushed. It was cold outside, so
for there to be sweat on her brow she must have been inside our warm
house for at least a little while.

Because I was in the middle of watching an intense movie while
jacking-off, my sex drive was elevated. I had always thought mother had
a pretty face, but for the first time, I realized that my mother would
be nothing short of hot and sexy if she got rid of that bland sense of
style and fashion.

Despite mother's conservative manner and no matter what she wore to
cover up her body, you could still notice that her breasts were nice and
plump. Her curves defied her attempts at containment. Her wardrobe of
long sleeve sweaters and blouses always covered her skin, but at the
same time they all fit her snuggly. Her curves did not go unnoticed in
my heated stated. I didn't see them in a desiring sexual way but it was
more so like admiration. I broke my run-away train of thought along with
the silent tension that permeated the air.

"Mom, I'm sorry. How long have you been, uh, back from visiting your
friend?"

She ignored my question and shook her head slowly from side to side,
signaling that she disapproved of me beating off in the living room, again.

"Did you forget our little talk?" mother asked.

"No mother. I'm sorry, I thought I would be more careful," I answered.

She smirked and sarcastically remarked, "That worked out well, didn't it."

I laughed believing that mother couldn't be too upset or else she
wouldn't joke about it. When mother saw me taking the situation lightly,
she wiped the smirk from her face and got serious.

"Brock, you should keep this kind of behavior in the privacy of your
room. This is the second time, I'm not going to warn you again," she
said sternly.

"Yes mam," I mumbled.

I knew right then, however, that if I got a good enough opportunity to
watch porn on the flat-screen, I would take it. After all, I had done it
the prior two years and never gotten caught. Surely I couldn't get
caught for a third time this year. Plus mother was actually going light
on me by not grounding me or giving me a long dull lecture. Shit, I
enjoyed watching high quality porn and having intense wank sessions; it
would take more than a simple warning to curtail my actions.

Mother must have perceived the indifference in my mumbled agreement and
she probably sensed that I had intentions to jack-off in the living room
again. Instead of dropping the subject like I thought, she tightened her
face, gave me a harsh look, and launched into her strict preaching mode.
She shouted with an angry and completely unsympathetic tone.

"I am serious Brock! We will have guests for the holidays this year. I
do not want you out here watching those nasty videos and pulling on that
fat nasty thing!"

"What!? Did you hear what you just ..."

Ignoring my attempt to ask a question, mother kept right on with her
angry fussing.

"My guests would be mortified if they saw you like that, with that, that
obscene monster out in my living-room! I cannot allow it. I will not
allow it. For my guests to think I run a loose household all because you
refuse to keep that, that, I won't have it. Do you understand me?"

Whoa, mother referred to my dick as both a "fat nasty thing" and a
"monster." She had emphasized the word monster like my dick was
despicable or something. Seeing her go on a heated tirade didn't really
bother me; I had grown use to that over the years. It was her word
choice that surprised and somewhat excited me.

Not her fussing, but the thought of strangers ruining my peace and
relaxation on my break from school really annoyed me. My older sister
coming back home would be enough, she could be a bitch at times, but it
was the thought of other company that really aggravated me.

"Do I make myself clear!?" mother said sternly.

"I guess so."

"No, not 'I guess so.' You say 'yes' when answering me. What has gotten
into you?"

"Yes mam, I understand. I apologize, I was distracted by, umm, did you
call my penis a 'fat thing'?"

I caught mother off guard with the question. She stood silent for a few
seconds then sat down on the edge of the couch and brushed the wrinkles
out of her ankle-length skirt before she started to lecture me.

"Yes, I said 'thing' instead of something inappropriate. I'm sure the
promiscuous girls at your school use dirty words in reference to the
male privates. But as your mother and as a lady, I chose to say 'thing.'"

Mother gave her explanation with an air of sophistication and
superiority, but it didn't fully answer my question.

"I know you're conservative, so that's why you called it a 'thing.' I
was wondering why you said 'fat'."

"Well, uh, umm, I was extremely upset and that's what came out. I'm
sorry, I really didn't mean it," mother said.

"Aw man, so it isn't fat then?" I asked while lifting the pillow away
from my crotch.

Mother gasped and put her hand over her mouth. Upon her audible intake
of breath, I snapped the pillow back down to cover my crotch. Realizing
I had shocked her, I hurriedly offered an explanation before she could
give me another verbal lashing.

"I just wanted to be sure, you know. I guess it's a guy thing, worrying
about stuff like that all time." I said.

I tried to make eye contact with mother but she was still shocked,
staring at the pillow that covered my crotch. I continued to explain
myself so as to curb any angry reaction she may have after recovering
from the shock.

"I hate being unsure of myself. I'm so confused about it, not knowing
whether it's, you know... Ah forget it, you probably don't wanna hear
about this," I said.

"No, it's understandable at your age. I hate that you are confused, it's
not healthy," mother said.

"See, you know exactly what I mean. So can you tell me for sure?"

I slowly lifted the pillow away from crotch while mother gawked in
surprise. She did not tell me to cover it back up, so I left my dick out
in the open. Mother continued to stare at it while she offered an
explanation.

"Yes, I guess 'big' would also fit, but fat is an accurate description.
I was angry, it slipped in the heat of the moment."

"So this girl at school, she really meant it when she said I had a big
cock?" I asked excitedly.

"Brock! You've been awfully bold as of late. What type of girls have you
been meeting at the University? I told you what could happen if you fool
around with fast women. When something bad happens, don't say I didn't
warn you," mother said sternly

"Yes, I know, I figured she was only pulling my leg. I thought no girl
would seriously say that about me. I was right, she was just messing
with my head huh?" I said despondently.

"I guess the indecent ones would say something like that, yes. A common
whore would refer to it as a, a 'big cock.' But not decent women, we do
not speak like that."

Mother had hesitated then altered her voice before she said the foul
words 'big cock.' She snickered at her mockery of whores.

"Really!? What else would they say?" I asked excitedly.

"Something inappropriate most likely," mother said as she shook her head
showing her befuddlement at how some women could talk and behave that way.

Mother's explanation of a "whore's vocabulary" caused my dick to stir. I
still had it uncovered and mother kept her vision down at it more than
as she looked up into my face. I was really surprised that she hadn't
berated me for leaving it exposed for this long. She had lectured me a
couple of times before about the dangers and pitfalls of whores, but
none of her lectures had ever been this stimulating.

"I saw this one movie where a woman said her boyfriend had a 'big juicy
cock." Would a woman say that about mine if she saw it?" I asked.

"Brock! That is unruly. Those movies of yours are utter filth; they
belong in the trash. 'Big juicy cock!?' What kind of woman speaks like
that? A whore, a filthy whore!"

Mother showed considerable disdain for promiscuous women. When I was in
high school she had caught me in the kitchen feeling up a girl's skirt
and that nearly blew mother's top. She had called the girl all kinds of
mean names after she rushed the girl out of our house. That was a couple
years ago, so her current admonitions came as no surprise to me. She
continued the lecture.

"Whores are dangerous, have I not warned you about them before? You're
thing is rather large, so they may call it a, what was that, a 'big
juicy cock,' but don't you fall prey to that filth. Remember what I've
taught you. Stay away from women who..."

Mother gasped. I heard her intake the quick sharp breath and I followed
her line of sight as she stared wide-eyed at my crotch. All the talk
about whores had caused my cock to stiffen even more and it started to
lift from my groin. Mother regained her composure to speak again.

"Stay away from women who use foul language. Brock, that thing is
growing, make it stop."

"Guys have no control over that, right? I can't make it stop."

"Well, put it away then. We've talked about this enough already."

"I could better avoid those evil and dangerous women if I knew more
about their mannerisms. You said 'that thing is growing,' but what would
one of those dangerous women say if she saw my thing like this?"

"She would probably say something disgusting, now put it away," mother said.

"Like what?"

"Do you think I associate with that kind of women?"

"I know you don't associate with them, but you've been in this world
longer than me. You should know about these things."

"My goodness, what am I going to do with you. I remember my days at the
University, some girls would say the most foul-mouthed things; I hate to
even repeat it," mother said.

"Go on, it's alright," I encouraged.

To mock the promiscuous girls, mother altered her voice when she spoke
the sexual phrases in her explanation.

Mother explained, "They would make brash comments like 'his bulge is
swelling' or 'look, he has a hard on.' My roommate frequently used those
kinds of filthy expletives, the degenerate hag."

Mother chuckled at her insulting imitation of her roommate.

"What else would she say?" I asked eagerly.

"One day she put a dirty magazine right in my face and said, 'Rose, look
at that big piece of cock-meat. Doesn't it look delicious?' How
disgraceful can one girl possibly be? I still remember her persistence
in trying to make me behave like her, like a good for nothing floozy."

"Wow, so this is a big piece of cock-meat," I said while smiling and
pointing at my dick.

Mother was despondent and hung her ching down as she slowly nodded yes.
However, she quickly changed her response once she fully realized what I
had said.

"No, no, no. Brock you shouldn't talk like that. That is how they talk.
I did not repeat that story for you to go using those foul words too,"
mother said.

"Oh, sorry, it slipped. So this isn't a big piece of, you know, what
your roommate said?"

"Well, I guess, I mean, I guess it's like the one from the magazine she
showed me, but that is not the proper way to talk about it."

"Yes mam," I agreed.

Mother huffed in frustration. She had admitted my dick was a 'big piece
of cock-meat' while trying to maintain an air of superiority and
saintliness at the same time. This was too good.

"Did your roommate ever succeed in getting you to act like her?" I asked.

"No!" mother said sharply.

"Not even once? She must've been a source of temptation, always talking
about men in graphic detail."

"She taunted me, but I ignored her for the most part. So you understand
that you need to stay away from fast women?

"Yeah, I think I got it. Could you give me another example though?" I asked.

I listened up eagerly and thought to myself that this could be the best
lecture of my life.

"No, that is more than enough for one day, maybe for a lifetime," mother
chuckled.

"Aw, just one more, please? You always want me to listen to your advice,
now I'm willing to listen."

"Well alright, but one more that is it. What would you like to know?"

"Ok, I have a question to end all questions about whores; this will let
me know how dangerous they really are."

"Uh oh, I have a horrible feeling about this," mother said.

"What is the most terrible, the nastiest, the down right filthiest,"

"Will you hurry it up, you will have graduated by the time you finish
asking the question," mother interrupted.

"Ok, Ok, what is the filthiest, nastiest thing a whore would say about
my thing?"

"Brock!"

"What!?"

"No, I can see you're enjoying this way too much. This conversation is
over."

Mother put her hands on the couch to push herself up. Before she could
get up and leave, I got an idea about how to make her tell me more of a
"whore's vocabulary."

"Wait, would she say I had a 'fat thing' or something like that?" I
asked in an innocent tone.

"No, don't be silly. That's what I said earlier, remember?"

"Oh yeah. So what is the nastiest thing a whore would say about my
thing? If 'fat thing' is appropriate, then what's nasty?"

"A common whore would say something repulsive, way worse than calling it
a fat thing," mother said defensively.

I had mother on the defensive now as she wanted to remain on her
holier-than-thou pedestal. If I pushed, I could get her to talk about
whores some more.

"Something like what?" I said.

"I will not repeat anything so horrendous," mother said.

"Awww come on, stop being such a prude. What's the nastiest thing a
whore would say about this fat thing? Or would she call it just that, a
fat thing?" I chided.

Mother angrily responded, "I am not a prude! You have some nerve mister,"

"You are too a prude."

"Fine! Since you want to know so bad, young man, I'll tell you."

"Go ahead, the nastiest thing she would say, I'm listening."

Mother snarled through her gritted teeth, "The nastiest thing a whore
would say would be something vulgar like, like, 'that's a big cock.'
There, I said it."

"That's not even nastier than saying fat thing, you really are a stuck
up prude," I chided

Mother snapped back angrily, "Fine! She'd say 'I wanna suck that big fat
meaty cock.' You think I don't know about that type of stuff!? You think
that's the only fat cock I've ever seen!?"

Mother had a fiery look in her eyes like she wanted to slap my face as
hard as she could. I was floored at the foul language of her outburst. I
knew she had it in her, but I didn't think she would ever let it out,
especially not in front of me. The shock must have registered on my face
because she started to apologize for her tirade.

"I shouldn't have said that. My anger just got a hold of me, I'm sorry
you had to hear that."

I gathered myself and attempted to make mother tell me more.

"You don't know about it. What do you, the prude of the century, know
about sucking cock? Nothing, nothing at all, because you are too
'conservative.' Yeah right, that's just a nice way of saying you're an
up tight prude."

"You, you, you arrogant bastard. You really believe I didn't perform
oral sex, I mean suck cocks, with my whore of a roommate."

"What? There is no way I would believe that. You're way too up tight,
the very definition of prude."

"Oh yeah? Some nights that filthy hag would bring a random guy back to
our dorm and start sucking him off right in front of me. I would leave
the room when she first started to bring them, but after several months,
she wore me down. I gradually started staying longer and longer - to
watch. The guys always had fat things. She acted like they were so
delicious with her head bobbing up and down, moaning around them,
salivating like a mad woman. I can still picture that no good roommate
of mine sucking fat disgusting things, just like the one between your
legs. Then she would take it from her sticky lips and say 'Here Rose,
you want some?' I would always tell her no, but she would walk the guy
closer to me and she would start to really go to town on his thing right
in my face."

"Wow," I remarked.

"Yeah that's right, she'd slurp and slobber on that filthy meat right
under my nose. Then she would put her hand behind my head while she was
still sucking and she would slowly pull my mouth down. She would take
her mouth off just in time to pull mine onto it. That's how she used to
make me suck nasty cocks with her. You want to know the most sickening
thing a whore would say, well I'll tell you. If that conniving witch was
here, you know what she would do? I know exactly what she'd do. She
would push my head toward that repulsive thing of yours and say 'suck
that cock Rose, suck his big fat meaty cock.' Ha! You don't look so
tough now, Brock."

Mother folded her arms while she huffed and puffed in anger. I sat with
my eyes wide open and my mouth hung open in shock. I never imagined my
mother could be nasty, not the Ms. Goodie Goodie I had known my entire life.

"Who's the prude now, you little brat. Bet that changes your rude and
disrespectful tone."

I managed to string together a quick, albeit weak, comeback even though
I was completely shocked at her outburst.

"Not quite, that does not discount your prudish ways. You've been the
most self-righteous prude I've ever known."

"That is a lie. Just because I don't go around being a whore doesn't
make me a prude."

I asked in a sarcastic tone, "Well, what else would she say about my
'fat thing'?" I tried to mask the excitement in my voice.

"She would probably say all the disgusting things she used to say to me,
'get it Rose, that's it, get it, I wanna see you swallow that meat to
the root. Make him feel real good.' And do you know what I'd do when she
forced my head on a fat cock? I'd suck until it turned black and blue."

Mother stared past me, anger and contempt showing on her face. Her mind
was lost in the memory of those occurrences.

"Wow! That's extremely nasty. You can go ahead and suck it if you want?"

"Huh? Most definitely not! How could you say such a thing? You pressed
so adamantly to know what a sick, sick woman would say, so I told you."

"Yeah, you told me more than what was necessary though."

"I wouldn't have said any of that if you hadn't pushed my buttons. I
only said 'fat thing.' That's decent and respectful language, but you
tried to make it out to be something awful. We've talked more than
enough about this, go to your room and clean yourself up," mother whined.

"I only asked you what a whore would say, but you went all into your
sexual history with your roommate and how you want to suck a fat cock.
You had to mean some of that, I mean, it came out of no where and you
sounded way too serious."

This was really turning me on; thinking about whores, my own mom lusting
over dick and saying those nasty things about mine. I could listen to
this kind of lecture all day, but alas mother wanted to end this one
prematurely unlike the dull lectures she usually gives me.

"I've had enough of this. You practically begged to hear the gross
things a whore would say and now you're trying to turn it around on me.
I said those things to hush your arrogant disrespectful attitude. I want
to do no such thing and I don't want you getting that nasty stuff on my
couch, go to your room now!" mother said.

I looked down and there was a strand of pre-cum dangling from the tip of
my dick. I had become that aroused from hearing my mother tell me how
whores would speak about my dick. In my highly aroused state, I did not
want this "lecture" about whores to end right away.

"What would a whore say if she saw that nasty stuff coming from my fat
thing?"

"Enough! Have you lost your mind? I said go to your room!"

"She'd tell me to go to my room? Sounds like something my prudish mother
would say," I chided.

"No! You rotten bastard! A filthy whore would be too busy licking it off
instead!" mother said angrily.

"Oh God, that's hot."

"You've lost all decency!" mother shouted.

My dick twitched at the scandalous thought of a whore licking the
pre-cum from my dick head. The fact that my mother conjured up the image
for me made it even more potent. I was on the verge of a hard orgasm
without having any physical contact with my dick.

"I can feel it coming. Fuck, I need to cum," I said.

"You pig!" mother yelled at me, but she did not take her eyes off my
straining dick.

I reached to grab hold of my dick and that caused mother to protest
vehemently.

"Don't you dare touch that disgusting thing! If you ever won't to sleep
under my roof again..." mother shouted

I snapped my hand back up to my chest. Mother stared at my crotch
angrily, she looked absolutely menacing. However, the meanness of her
glare did nothing to discount the fact that she was looking at my cock
when she could just look away. It also did nothing to stifle the
sensations of my imminent climax. I could not shake the image of a whore
with lips painted deep red extending her tongue to flick at a strand of
sperm dangling from my cock.

"Oh God, what would a whore say if I made her suck me off?" I asked.

"You sick bastard! She couldn't say anything with her mouth stuffed,
look at that hideous thing. Look at it! It's fat and repulsive!" mother
said angrily.

"Oh shit, I can't hold it. Ugh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot," I groaned as I
gripped my cock.

"Not on my couch!" mother yelled.

Mother swiftly cupped her hands right under my dick head in an effort to
catch my sperm before it stained her expensive couch. I squeezed once
and that's all it took.

"Ugh, ugh, ah fuck! Yeah, that feels good," I grunted.

I shot off a load that had been building up in my balls all day. Cum
shot up then came back down all over mother's hands and wrists. Some of
it landed on my jeans and on the sleeves of her blouse.

"Make it stop you heathen! Disgusting, I've never seen one spew so much
stuff in my life," mother said angrily.

I threw my head back against the couch in total relief. For a split
second I blacked out to the world, I became void of shape, body, and
sensation. No feelings, no thoughts, just existence in calm and peace.
In the next instant, I returned to the physical reality of what I had done.

"Disgusting!" mother shouted. She looked down at her hands to see them
coated with my slimy cum. "That's gross, just gross!" she repeated.

As mother said the word gross, she put her hands to her nose and sniffed
the cum as if that would provide further proof that it was indeed gross.
I always wondered why people do that, purposefully smell things that
they think are unpleasant.

Mother glared up into my face and shook her head in disgust.

"I can't believe you! Dammit, I hope you feel horrible for behaving like
a heathen. You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"Whoa, you've never cursed me before."

"You've never behaved like a complete bastard," mother snapped back.

"I really do feel awful. I promise I won't, you know, do it again in the
living room."

"And you damn well better not or, or, or else!"

"Or else?"

"I'll give you a punishment so severe you won't have another nasty
thought for the rest of your life." mother said fiercely.

"Yes mam. What's my punishment this time?" I asked cautiously.

"I shouldn't have to ground you to get you to obey my rules. You're too
big, I mean, you're too old for that now. I'm need to clean this
disgusting stuff off my hands. Look at it, look at all that stuff, that
is just sick," mother said.

In order to show how big of a mess I had made, mother held out one of
her palms with cum in it and with the fingers of her other hand she
stretched up the puddle of cum.

"My God that is sick!" mother said.

She bent her head to sniff the glob of cum that was stretched from her
fingers to her palm.

"Sickening! Don't you dare bother me for the remainder of this evening,
I can't stand the sight of you," mother shouted.

Mother got up and stormed for the bathroom in her master bedroom. She
slammed and locked her bedroom door behind her. I walked slowly to my
room, shocked and amazed that I had shot cum all over my prudish
mother's hands. The events seemed like a dream even though it had all
happened minutes ago.

Mother had not grounded me after catching me for the second time
jacking-off in the living room. Her lecture was anything but boring. She
had insisted that it was perfectly acceptable and decent for her to call
my dick a 'fat thing.' I knew 'fat thing' didn't exactly constitute
vulgar language, but I had been able to lead her into saying other
things in defense of her "dignity." Ha, I definitely enjoyed this type
of moral training.

Caught for the 3^rd Time: Punishment.



I went back to college after Thanksgiving break then returned home about
a month later for my Christmas break. We had many guests coming in and
out of our house, Grand Central Station. More people were ringing our
doorbell for the holidays this year than for the prior two holiday
seasons combined.

Of course I was expected to greet, hug, and usher them into the house. I
had to suffer through the usual musings that a young man receives when
an older person hasn't seen him in a long while. "It's been so long
since we've seen you," "Look at your boy Roseanna, he's gotten so tall."
I cannot count the times that I heard the same lame conversation. It was
too many times for sure, but at least the guests were polite and it
wasn't as annoying as I had anticipated.

I did manage to sneak in a couple of wank sessions with porn on the
flat-screen when the house was empty. I would just ignore the doorbell
and keep right on wanking. Shoot, I knew the door would be for my mother
and she was out anyway. I figured no harm, no foul, let them call or
come back later. I made no attempt to keep a watch out for my mother
because the previous time I got busted, she gave me a "lecture" that
could really help a young man in life. As a matter of fact, I kind of
wanted to see how mother would react if she caught me again.

During one such wanking session, I experienced the meaning of the phrase
"the straw that broke the camel's back." I was engrossed in watching
porn on the big flat-screen television, and I didn't realize mother had
returned home from the mall. Right before she caught me for the third
time, she probably heard me mumbling filthy things to the sluts in the
movie.

"Swallow that dick," I told the porn slut on the television screen as I
whipped my hand up and down my own tool.

"Brock!"

When I heard the loud shout, I snapped my head around to see my furious
mother. She stormed across the living room to where I sat and slammed
her shopping bags on the floor right at my feet. The loud thud put an
end to the cavalier attitude I had about the situation.

"How many times Brock!? How many times do I have to tell you not to fist
that, that, that big filthy prick in my living room!?" mother yelled.

Mother caught me completely off guard. Her language and countenance
showed that the consequences would not be pretty.

"What's it gonna take Brock! What am I going to have to do to make you
stop fisting that thing in my living-room! Look at it. Just look at it!"
mother yelled.

I became aware that I was actually gripping my dick out in the open.
Mother had stunned me with her rage filled outburst and in my shocked
state, I hadn't even thought about covering up my dick. I hadn't even
considered shutting off the DVD. Audible moans emitted from the TV, but
mother was focused totally on me with her furious reaction.

"Mother, I'm sorry, please calm down. Shit, I shouldn't have..."

I shouldn't have cursed, but it slipped out in frustration. I did not
direct it at her. I cursed at myself for causing her to get this pissed
off and for putting myself in this position, but mother interpreted it
as an insult.

"How dare you curse at me? You're the one who sits in my living-room
with your fist around that nasty piece of prick meat, deliberately
disobeying me," mother said.

"Whoa, whoa, mom, you keep calling my thing a prick," I said.

"Well you shouldn't be in here holding it after I've told you time and
time again not to. It's a huge filthy prick on a little immature boy.
There, maybe that'll teach you how to behave," mother said.

I thought my mother must've been delirious. This foul language sounded
foreign coming from her, especially because it was directed towards me.
She was more like a puritan than anyone else I knew.

Mother had a menacing stare, her face contorted with anger. I followed
her line of sight to find that she was staring angrily at my dick.
Instinctively I moved my hands in an effort to cover my semi-hard dick.
It was only a reflex, but that blew her top even more.

"Look at you! You're doing it right in front of me! You have some
nerve," mother said.

"No, no, I..." I tried to explain, but mother interrupted me.

"You're just going to fist that thing in front of me, like its nothing?"

The angry glare in her eyes as she glanced back and forth from my face
to my dick, mixed with her heated language was actually turning me on,
but I had to at least attempt to calm her down.

"I'm not, I swear I was not doing that," I said.

"You're not doing that?"

"No, I swear."

"Then why is it like that? Why is it so hard? Just look at it! Gripping
that dirty meat right in front of me; I warned you, didn't I? You want
to beat off in front of me? Is that what it is!? I'll show you!"

Smack!

My mother slapped my dick and I couldn't believe it. As I sat there
gripping my dick at the base, scared to move my hand in any direction,
she just slapped it really hard. It made a loud smacking sound which
seemed to make her pleased with the discipline.

"See! You see!?" mother said.

I reached for a couch pillow and tried to cover my dick, but she
snatched the pillow out of my hands and threw it on the floor.

"What is it going to take for you to stop fisting that nasty thing in
here!?" she asked.

Smack!

She slapped my dick again.

"Answer me!" mother yelled.

Smack!

She slapped my dick like it was her worst enemies face. I hoped she
didn't think this was a deterrent, because it definitely sent a twinge
of pleasure through my dick along with the pain. Instead of going soft,
my dick got rock solid hard.

Smack!

"Look at that disgusting thing; what do you have to say for yourself?"

Smack!

"It's still hard, explain that! Why is that nasty thing still big and
hard?!" mother said.

Smack!

"I asked you why does that thing still look all big and swollen? Make it
go down now!"

Smack!

"Oh shit, I can't, it has a mind of its own I guess," I meekly replied.

"What! I'll, I'll have to beat the nastiness out of it then won't I,"
mother said angrily.

Smack!

After that last smack, she didn't draw her hand back away from my dick.
Instead she leaned over and fiercely gripped my dick around the shaft. I
couldn't believe the sight before my eyes, let alone the feeling of my
mother's hand gripping me. Shoot, if this is the punishment for
beating-off in the living-room, then I'd just have to do it more often.

Mother did not stroke my dick, but she started to alternate her grip
between tight and loose, like she was trying to squeeze the life out of
it. She angrily stared at my dick and then up into face.

"You see! Do you see what happens when you disobey and repeatedly beat
off such a fat disgusting thing where your mother can see," mother said
as she squeezed my shaft as hard as she could and shook it at me.

She repetitively tightened and loosened her grip on my dick.

"I bet this teaches you how not to behave!" she said.

As she squeezed the shaft of my dick, the feeling became almost too much
for me to bear and I needed to get some relief. I reached down to rub
the head of my dick, but mother slapped my hand away.

"You're still trying to do it!? Haven't you learned your lesson?" mother
asked.

"I'm sorry, I really need to release, umm, this built up pressure," I said.

"You pig, I'll teach you some self-control right here and now!" mother said.

Mother dropped to her knees while still gripping my dick tightly. She
looked up from my dick and brought her angry stare directly to my eyes
and held it there. She crumpled up the end of her blouse and used it to
wipe the remnants of lube from my dick. She had a mean, stern
countenance with her eyes locked on mine as she lowered her head to my
dick.

Mother opened her mouth wide and kept her mean stare into my eyes as she
slowly lowered her mouth over my dick. She did not close her mouth
around my dick but held her mouth wide open, keeping the insides of her
mouth and her lips from touching the skin as best she could. With half
of it disappearing into her mouth, she held her head still, her mouth
hovering over my dick. Her angry stare into my eyes spoke of punishment
but her wide open mouth spoke of pleasure.

Mother showed her teeth, snarled at me, then bit into the shaft without
closing her lips around it. She didn't bite hard enough to cause damage,
but it was no playful bite either. It was more painful than pleasurable.
I had expected to feel hot wetness, but instead I felt cold enamel
pressing into my shaft. At least her breath was warm over my cock and
that added some pleasurable sensation, helping me to block out the pain.
Although she had only closed her teeth around it and not her lips, the
sight of my cock impaled in mother's mouth also helped to block out the
pain.

She released her bite on my dick and slowly raised her head. I saw small
marks of spit that her teeth had left around the shaft of my dick. She
had bitten into it hard but not hard enough to break skin. Her angry
stare went from my face back down to my dick and a menacing grin spread
across her face.

"Ha!" she said, "That will teach you not to fist-off in my living-room,
waving that filthy piece of meat in my presence."

If she thought I was learning a lesson, she was right. I was learning
that I needed to egg her on in order to see what else she would do to
discipline me. I quickly reached for my dick and gripped it. As I
started making an up stroke, mother tried to slap my hand away again,
but I held a firm grip on it.

"Take your hands off this thing right now!" mother said.

She frantically clawed at my hand trying to pry my hand from my cock.
After she succeeded in snatching my hand away from my dick, she gripped
it tightly, with both her hands. Her fists were stacked one on top of
the other as she squeezed hard.

"Don't you dare touch this nasty piece of meat in my living-room again.
Do you understand? Can you not control yourself? Do I have to sit here
and hold it so you won't touch it," mother asked as she squeezed my dick
even tighter.

"I'm just so horny, I need to get off so bad," I said.

"This filthy prick needs discipline, that's what it needs" she gritted
between her teeth.

Mother gave that menacing stare into my eyes as she removed her hands
and lowered her wide open mouth onto my dick again. When the head of my
dick was almost to the back of her throat she bit down with her teeth.
Again, she did not close her mouth around it; she only used her teeth to
bite into it. I felt more pleasure than pain this time because I was
prepared for her teeth. She had caught me off guard the first time, but
now I was ready for her dental assault on my dick. I decided it was time
to use some foul language to push this stimulating "punishment" even
further.

"I can't help that I need to fist my nasty cock so much," I said.

Mother was infuriated even more by my brash comment. She raised her
mouth from over my dick and slapped it hard.

Smack!

"You disgusting pig!" mother said.

"That's what I need, slap that dick again," I said.

"Heathen!" mother replied.

Smack!

Smack!

"Ahhh yea, slap that hard dick mom."

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

"Look at that huge cock!" my mother yelled.

"Oh, so it's okay to call it a cock now?" I chided.

Mother said through gritted teeth, "It's too fat to be called a thing.
Look at that filthy man-sized piece of meat; it's a nasty cock, that's
what it is."

"Ah fuck yeah," I said.

I reached for my dick but mother slapped my hand away. Mother hovered
her mouth over my dick and bit into the shaft, still not closing her
mouth all the way. Although she did not allow the insides of her mouth
or her lips to fully close on my dick, she could not prevent her warm
breath from surrounding it. Saliva formed on her oral glands because she
was stretching her mouth open and she couldn't stop the drool from
falling onto dick. It felt amazing when the hot spit landed on my cock.
She dropped her stare from my face, closed her eyes and made low
guttural grunts as she bit into my shaft.

After biting on it for almost a minute, she raised her head. My dick
came out coated with a thin sheen of her saliva although she had only
used her teeth to make contact. The site of my tool shining with
mother's spit almost sent me over the edge.

"Slap that wet nasty cock!" I snapped at her.

Smack!

Smack!

"I'm going to teach that big fat juicy cock a lesson," mother said
through her gritted teeth, her lips curling apart.

I didn't know what had gotten into my mother. She was definitely
delirious; she was delirious with lust but her face and vocal tone
pointed more toward anger. I was completely turned on and I knew mother
also felt the thick sexual tension in the air. She couldn't think this
was just discipline or punishment, yet I had never seen her look so
angry. She was gripping the base of my dick tightly and staring at it
like a mad woman.

Smack!

Mother slapped it again. She wiped her index finger against the
underside of my dickhead. She brought her finger up to her eyes and
smeared pre-cum between her index and thumb finger.

"What is this!? You're sick enough leak that nasty stuff right in front
of me?" she said angrily.

"No mam, that's only saliva," I said.

Mother brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. She kept the
attitude of disciplinarian while she sniffed my pre-cum. She rubbed her
fingers together and pulled them apart watching the pre-cum stretch
between her thumb and index fingers. She took another sniff of my
pre-cum on her fingers.

"That smells like sperm." she said in a cold tone.

"It's not," I lied.

She stared angrily at my dick while she used the tip of her tongue to
flick at the pre-cum that was on her index finger.

"Liar! You're leaking right here in front of your own mother!" she said
looking sternly into my face.

Smack!

Mother slapped my cock. She again wiped her index finger over the
pre-cum on the underside of my dickhead.

She said through gritted teeth, "Look at that big nasty piece of meat,
it's disgusting. How sick, leaking sperm right in front of your own
mother!"

Mother had a serious countenance and the tone of an angry
disciplinarian, but this was turning me on more than anything had ever
excited me in my life.

"Explain why that stuff is coming out hot." mother said.

Smack!

Mother slapped my dick again as she continued to grip the base of it.

"Right here in front of your mother!"

Smack!

Mother slapped it again. She rubbed her index finger around the
underside of my dickhead again. She brought her fingers up to her eyes
and again she smeared pre-cum between her index and thumb finger. She
stared at me angrily as she put the fingers under her nose and sniffed.
With her eyes locked on mine and that stern, angry look on her face, she
again flicked her tongue on her index finger.

"Disgusting! That is fresh sperm. It's even fresher than when I checked
a second ago. You think I don't know what it's called? That filthy piece
of meat is leaking hot cum, you arrogant bastard!" mother said while
looking at me angrily.

"Fuck, I'm gonna lose it," I said.

"You think I was born yesterday? You think I don't know a big fat juicy
cock when I see it!? Just because I don't talk like that? I know what it
is. No mother deserves to see her son leaking sperm in front of her. You
think I'm a prude, that I'm clueless. I know fresh sperm when I smell it."

That did it; I couldn't hold it any longer. Her foul choice of words was
definitely betraying her guise of disciplinarian. I saw through to her
sexual attraction toward my dick and it was way too much for my young
nineteen year-old mind to handle.

"Ah, Yeah! I'm gonna cum!" I said.

Mother had been gripping my cock tightly at the base, but when I yelled
out, it shocked her and she released her grip. It didn't matter, I was
too far gone and my cum started to shoot freely. I grabbed my dick and
directed it towards mother's face, unleashing all the cum that had built
up from not being able to finish jacking-off.

"Brock! Not on my fa..."

Splat. Cum landed right on her lips as she tried to protest. The next
rope landed on her chin then the rest hit her blouse. My dick jerked
from the hardest orgasm I had ever experienced. After my body calmed
down, I noticed the look of shock on mother's face.

"I'm sorry mom, I lost control and couldn't take it any..."

"You pig! Look at all this disgusting stuff. How does that make you
feel? I hope you feel ashamed for behaving like a filthy degenerate,"
she said while she wiped cum from her lips.

She smeared cum between her thumb and index finger. She examined the
slippery cum between her fingers and then sniffed it.

"Disgusting, absolutely disgusting! I hope this taught you a lesson,"
mother said.

"I think I learned my lesson. This makes me feel awful," I lied.

"Well it should! And if I catch you touching that thing in my living
room again, I'll give you an even worse punishment," she said sternly.

"Yes mam, I know better now," I said.

"I'm going to my room to lie down, don't you dare disturb me!" mother said.

"Aren't you gonna clean that cum off your face first?" I asked.

"Yes! Of course I am going to clean it off, its disgusting." mother shot
back angrily as she sniffed the cum on her fingers again.

"Does it smell good?" I asked.

"You sick little pervert, leave me be. Now!" mother said.

I was glad I got caught for the third time. As good as that punishment
felt, I thought that I needed to get "caught" jacking-off in the
living-room again as soon as possible.

Chapter 2 – If the 3^rd time^ was a charm...

When I awoke the next day, I was full of energy despite tossing and
turning in bed the night before. I could not get a good night's sleep
because I kept visualizing how mother had "punished" me. Yet I still
felt energized because of thoughts of how she might do it again.

Mother was already dressed to go out shopping when I saw her in the
kitchen. I entered with my head down, not wanting to look her in the face.

"Good morning," she said.

"Good morning mother," I said.

She tried to make eye contact with me, but I tried even harder to avoid
looking her in the eyes. I stared down at the floor and started to count
the tiles.

"Look at me," mother said. "We can put your disobedience behind us. I
hope you've learned your lesson and I want have to be so hard on you
again," mother said.

"Oh yes. I definitely learned a lesson mother," I said.

I chuckled under my breath knowing that mother was going to have to beat
the life out of my dick to stop me from jacking-off in the living room.

"I'm going to the grocery store and over to Sears to pick up a few
things, do you need anything," mother asked.

"Yes, umm, I need some lotion. My skin has been a bit dry lately," I lied.

Actually my tube of lube was almost empty and I needed the lotion for
jacking-off.

"I'll be back in about an hour or so," mother said.

The anticipation of what was to come was almost too much for me and I
had to be careful not to jack-off too hard. I didn't want to cum before
mother returned home. I watched the door-way and slowly stroked my hard
dick, waiting for mother to walk into the living-room. She had come home
early to bust me those three times. Now that I wanted her to catch me,
she was taking forever to get back.

Over an hour passed before mother returned home. She appeared in the
door to the living-room and her face turned cold stone when she saw what
I was up to. She placed her hands on her hips and berated me.

"You just aren't going to listen! I warned you that I would punish you
even harder. Did I not?" mother chastised me.

I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn't give two shits.

"Did I not warn you!" mother asked. "Answer me Brock!"

I didn't answer her. I continued watching the porno on the big
flat-screen television and I started to jack-off even faster and harder.
I know she could hear the wet sound of my hand going up and down my
greasy dick and slapping into my balls.

"Take your hands off that nasty looking cock!" mother yelled. She
marched over to the couch and snatched my hand off of my dick.

"Disgusting," mother said with contempt in her voice.

Smack!

Mother slapped my dick hard.

"I warned you!" she yelled angrily. "I warned you I would beat the
nastiness out of this cock if I ever caught you doing this in my
living-room again."

Smack!

Smack!

Mother slapped my dick and stared at it like it was the scum of the
earth, like it was the filthiest piece of meat she had ever seen.

"Yeah, slap that filthy dick," I encouraged mother to continue dishing
out this very pleasurable punishment.

Smack!

"I'll do even worse than that!" mother said after slapping my dick again.

She fell to her knees, snatched my dick into her hand, and tried to
squeeze the life out of it. She looked mean as she glared directly into
my eyes.

"You need to be taught a lesson for behaving like a filthy beast,"
mother said.

She lowered her head onto my dick and continued to stare angrily into my
eyes. She bit into the shaft of my dick with her teeth, not allowing the
inside of her mouth or her lips to close around it.

Her angry stare bore into me; she had the meanest grimace I've ever seen
on a woman. Mother started to raise her mouth from around my dick, but
instead of taking it completely off she paused at the head. She snarled
wickedly, staring into my eyes, and then placed her teeth on the head of
my dick. She didn't bite the head nearly as hard as she had bitten the
shaft. Her teeth firmly pressed into it, but I could tell that she was
using much less force. She took her mouth completely off of my dick now
and started to verbally chastise me.

"See what happens to when you insist on fisting this fat thing in the
family room? Do you see what happens? You get punished!" mother said.

Smack!

Mother had released her grip on my dick and slapped it. This was the
first time she slapped my dick without holding on it. The way it flailed
from side to side was more painful than the actual slap.

Mother drew back her hand to slap my cock again and I gripped the base
of my dick to keep it from snapping wildly from side to side. She
thought I was trying to stroke it and she slapped at my hand. I wrapped
my hand around the base of my dick and refused to let go. Mother
frantically tried to pry my fingers from the base of my dick, but I held
on tightly. She realized her attempts were futile and she became even
more infuriated. She went into an angry rage.

"I will not have this in my house! You insist on fisting that thing out
here in my living-room. Look at it. Look how fat and nasty it is. It's
disgusting! It doesn't fit your body. Mothers' sons are not supposed to
have cocks," mother said as she shook her head.

"What? What are you talking about, all males have 'em," I said.

"No. Sons have penises, not cocks. Look at that disgusting thing. I will
not have this wretched behavior in my home. I'm going to punish it, I
will teach you to behave!"

Mother snapped her mouth over my dick again and bit into the shaft. She
continued to glare up into my eyes, a mean and disgusted look on her
face. Again, the inside of her mouth did not make contact with my dick,
only her teeth. Her tongue slightly brushed against the underside of my
dickhead again. I couldn't tell if it was accidental or intentional;
either way it felt great to me.

"Oh yeah, bite my shaft," I said, "Punish that big juicy cock with your
hot mouth."

Mother shook her head ravishingly from side to side as she bit into my
shaft, my words egging her on. She stopped staring at me and closed her
eyes. Her hair flailed wildly and she looked like a mad woman.

Up until then, she had kept the insides of her mouth from touching my
dick. As she shook her head wildly, my dick banged into the sides of her
mouth. I loved the feelings of warmth and wetness. I made up my mind
that in order to get more, I needed to verbally instigate.

"Shake that big hard cock in your mouth. How's it feel to have a nice
fat cock in your mouth," I said.

Mother started to moan around my dick and her teeth pressed into it. She
shook her head wildly from side to side. I felt some saliva drip from
the roof of her mouth onto my dick. The feeling was incredible and I
knew I had to continue to egg her on.

"Your hot spit is running down my cock. Can you taste that nasty cock?"
I chided.

Mother had been careful not to close her mouth completely on my dick. I
guess she figured technically she wasn't sucking me off and that she
could act like she was punishing me by biting it. By asking her if she
liked the taste of my dick, I threatened to expose her pleasure in this.
She was taken aback by the comment and raised her mouth from around my
dick. Her mouth felt too good though, and I knew exactly what I had to do.

I placed my hands on her head and pulled her back down onto my dick. It
shocked her and she gagged a little as my dick teased her throat. She
pulled her head back up and off of my dick. She looked shocked and
couldn't believe that I had pulled her head down onto my dick.

"I have never seen such sick perverted behavior in my life," mother said.

She still had a look of total shock on her face. Her mouth was wide open
in disbelief. I placed my hands on the side of her head and pulled her
head back down on my dick again. She didn't close her mouth to prevent
me from putting my dick inside, but she still wouldn't suck me off like
I wanted. I instigated even more, trying to get her to suck me off.

"That cock needs to learn how to behave. Biting it won't teach it a
lesson, you've got to suck the meat off the bone to make it listen," I
chided.

Mother stared up at me and her facial expression went from a look of
shock right back to angry and mean. She looked horribly mad as she
closed her mouth completely on my dick and started to suck. I tried to
guide her head up and down on my dick, but she slapped my hand away and
started doing it herself. She applied some serious suction as she stared
angrily into my eyes. Mother looked at me with the meanest stare, like
she wanted to slap my face, but at the same time she was sucking my dick
extremely hard.

"Yeah, punish that dick. Suck the meat off that bone and teach it a
lesson," I chided.

Smack!

Mother had taken her mouth off of my dick and slapped it.

"You filthy pig!" she said. "I will suck the nastiness right out of that
prick! I'll show you what happens to boys who have big juicy cocks and
beat-off in front of their mothers," she said angrily.

I grabbed my dick and guided it back into her mouth as she stared into
my eyes with a cold grimace.

"That's it. Suck the nastiness out of that cock. Keep sucking that dick
and teach me a lesson for behaving like a dirty boy. It's going to make
me feel so guilty and ashamed if I shoot hot cum down my own mother's
throat," I said.

That provoked mother even more. She stopped looking at me in the face
with that mean stare and looked down at my dick. She started to bob her
head up and down in rapid motion as she applied more suction. Saliva ran
down the sides of my dick, onto my balls and formed a puddle on the
couch. Her jaws hollowed in as she fiercely tried to draw the cum out of
my balls. With the way her jaws caved in, it looked as if she had gotten
plastic surgery to enhance her dimples. My own mother was vigorously
sucking me off under the guise of punishment.

"Eat your son's big cock. You wanted to suck this cock ever since you
first saw it. You know this has nothing to do with discipline," I
instigated.

Mother quickly drew her mouth off my dick with a loud popping sound and
protested.

"You liar! I have no desire to suck this disgusting cock. It is
absolutely revolting. See, your cock even smells disgusting."

Mother brought my cock to her nose and took a big whiff.

"I smelled that filthy musk the last time I caught you beating off in
here. It's disgusting, see..."

She took another audible whiff of my cock and kept it pressed up against
her nostrils as she continued to breathe deeply through her nose.

"Why would I want to suck such a disgusting piece of meat that smells
so...."

Mother stopped mid-sentence to take another deep whiff of my cock. With
my cock pressed firmly against her nostrils, she continued to inhale
deep breaths.

"You see, it is repulsive and needs to be bathed. Maybe you need
assistance in your daily bathing. Do I have to teach you how to properly
clean this nasty piece of meat," mother chided.

"Why don't you clean the nastiness off of it right now?" I said.

I gripped my dick and guided it back into mother's mouth.

"Suck that nasty dick good. Teach your son how to clean his cock," I said.

She went right back to sucking my dick with all earnest. She started to
get into it really good again, bobbing her head rapidly and slobbering
all over my dick.

"Yeah mother, that fat cock excites you doesn't it? I know those slaps
and bites weren't for discipline or punishment," I said in hopes of
enticing her even more.

She just shook head and mumbled a barely discernible, "No," as she
continued to inhale my meat.

"Admit it mother!" I said.

Mother shook her head again harder this time, signaling that she would
not admit it. She mumbled "It doesn't" around my cock shaft and her
words were barely audible because my dick was all the way in her mouth.
She pulled her mouth from my dick her lips making a loud smacking sound.

"It does not excite me! I refuse to return home everyday to see my own
son in the living-room with his fist racing up and down such a huge
disgusting cock. You need to be disciplined and punished. You need to be
taught what happens when a boy insists on jacking-off such a, such a big
hard cock in front of his mother! Any mother in her right mind would do
the same."

Mother lowered her mouth back over my dick while angrily staring into my
eyes. She kept that mean grimace and maintained eye contact with me as
she started to suck my dick harder.

"Oh yes, teach that big hard cock how to behave!" I said. Mother picked
up the pace and started sucking my dick like crazy, making loud slurping
sounds.

"Suck my balls mother. That'll make me cum so hard that I feel even more
ashamed and dirty. Go on, suck those balls into your mouth and punish
your son for being so nasty in your living-room," I said.

Mother stared into my face with that same "meanest woman on the planet"
look. She used her hand to firmly mash my dick against my stomach and
she held it there. As she continued to look in my eyes with her angry
ice grill stare, she lowered her mouth to my balls. Mother sucked one of
my balls into her mouth like it was fresh fruit. She used some serious
suction on my ball before letting it pop out of her mouth. She flicked
her tongue over my nuts. She glared at me the whole time, staring into
my eyes with a look of total anger and contempt. She flattened her
tongue and started to bathe my balls with it. She firmly pressed my cock
against my stomach with the palm of her hand while lapping at my balls
with her tongue. It was just too much for a young man to take, and I was
about to feed my mother a hot load for the holidays.

"I'm gonna cum. That's it, I'm gonna shoot it," I said.

Mother spoke up, "Shoot that nasty sperm! You dirty heathen. You should
be ashamed for having your own mother swallow your hot sperm."

She started to jack my dick with fervor and desperate abandon. She aimed
the head of my dick directly at her open mouth. Mother's wide open
mouth, her relentless pounding on my dick, and her fierce angry stare
into my eyes sent me over the edge.

"Ahhh, yeah! Take that, hot cum, down your throat," I yelled in broken
speech as cum spurted from my dick and into mother's mouth.

I grunted and tensed up as my dick shot string after string into
mother's accepting mouth. She took every blast squarely in the gullet. I
continued to look down at mother to see if she was going to swallow. She
bent her head forward, squinted, and gulped the load down. She smacked
her lips together and then glared back up at me.

"You see what becomes of nastiness," mother said sternly.

"Yes mam, I see, I definitely see."

"Good. Now let this be the last time I catch you with that filthy thing
out in my living-room."

"Yes mother, I promise," I lied. Mother had to know I was lying too.

"If not, I will have to find a stricter punishment to teach you the
consequences of doing such vile things as stroking such a fat thing in
your own mother's face."

"Yes mam, I understand. But you've been using words that you told me
only whores use. And you did things that you said only they would do," I
said.

"Well, you crossed the line by blatantly refusing to obey me. I had to
shock you in order to show you how disgusting your behavior has been.
Any mother would have done the same. If Melba's son refused to keep such
a huge thing out of her face, she'd, she'd probably.... Let it suffice
to say that it's a mother's duty to make sure her son behaves properly,"
mother said.

"If you say so, whatever" I remarked nonchalantly.

"I do say so! Now go to your room. And don't you dare bother me for the
remainder of the day," mother said.

"I'm going over to Mike's for a bit," I said.

"Fine," mother said.

"You mean you're not gonna make me stay in my room or ground me?" I said.

"No, I told you, you've gotten too big for me to send you to your room
like a little child," mother said.

"Yeah, I have gotten kinda big, huh?" I said while grabbing my dick.

"Get out of my sight, now!"

Chapter 3 - Oh, How the Tables in the Living Room Have Turned

The day started off normal enough. I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast
in the kitchen, and went back to my room to call a few buddies from
college. I had not watched porn on the flat screen television in the
living-room for several days because we constantly had guests coming in
and out of the house. Besides, my dick was sore from all the punishing
slaps and bites mother had given it just a few days earlier.

Christmas was coming up in a couple of days and after that we would not
have as many guests in our house. My sister had come back home. She
would be in town until the day after New Year's, but she would be out
for most of her time here visiting old high school and college friends.
Therefore, I would have a few opportunities to let mother catch me
wanking in the living-room before the holiday season was over.

Shoot, the punishment felt so good, I questioned whether I should even
go back to school the next semester. I contemplated transferring to the
college in my hometown and living at home where mother could "punish" me
all year long.

Mother interrupted my thoughts when she stuck her head in my room and
told me to meet her in the kitchen. I rushed to the kitchen because I
knew how upset she gets when she has to wait for me. We both sat down at
the kitchen table and mother pulled out her purse.

"I have done all this shopping, but I haven't asked you what you wanted
for Christmas," mother said.

"Wow, you're still going to get me a present?" I asked.

"Even though you have been acting unruly, I still want to get you
something. What would you like Ms. Santa to get you for Christmas,"
mother asked while smiling from ear to ear.

"Ah jeez, I don't know. I did want a big flat-screen television for my
room, but I don't need one anymore," I said.

I snickered to myself because I knew exactly why I didn't want a better
television for my room. The one in the living-room is just fine I
thought with a big smile.

"Why did you change your mind about a new TV?" mother asked.

I wanted to say, "Because I can watch porn in the living-room, knowing
that my punishment will make me bust a major nut." I didn't say it though.

"The one in my room is just fine. There's nothing good on television
anyways," I said.

"Well you're big enough now to go out and buy your own present. You can
drive my car to the mall if you want," mother said.

Mother reached in her purse and handed me two one-hundred dollar bills
along with the keys to her car.

"Wow! Thanks momma," I said.

Mother giggled hysterically.

"What's so funny," I asked.

"You hardly ever refer to me as 'momma'."

"Well you forbade Jessica and I to call you that when we were growing
up. You told us to call you mother."

"I did that to help you learn how to speak properly. You're big enough
now, so it's ok to call me that," mother said.

"Ok, if you say so momma," I said.

We both laughed.

"You think Jessica wants to go to the mall?" I asked.

"Your sister is out on a date with her new boyfriend," mother said.

"This early in the day?" I asked.

"Yes, they went shopping out of town and won't be back until late this
evening," mother said. "You should find you a nice wholesome girl to date."

"First of all, shopping is not a date, at least not to him. And I don't
like wholesome girls," I joked.

Mother didn't like the joke at all; she really was a prude.

"What do you mean you don't like wholesome girls? You want to shack up
with some slut?" mother asked.

"So what if I do," I fired back, angry at my mother's pompous
self-righteousness.

"Brock! You'd choose some filthy whore over a good respectable girl? I
raised you better than that. I didn't raise my son to desire some whore
who can't control herself," mother said.

I wanted to remind mother how well she controlled herself when she
sucked me off good the last time she "punished" me for jacking-off in
the living-room. However, I refrained from taking the argument further
into hostile territory and tried to keep the peace.

"Mother, I was only joking. Calm down, will you."

"That wasn't a funny joke, Brock," mother said.

"Most people would find it funny," I said.

"Well, don't blame me because I'm not like some hussy who lets her cun-,
I mean, her privates tell her what to do," mother said.

"Momma please, can we not go there today," I said.

"Don't call me momma," mother said.

"You just said I could call you that a few minutes ago," I said.

"That was before I knew you'd rather stick your, your, fat nasty thing
in some whore's cunt than meet a dignified classy lady," mother said.

"Whores can be classy too," I joked.

It was hilarious to me, but mother was extremely pissed off. I saw the
anger in her face so I hurried to apologize.

"I'm sorry mother, they're just jokes. We were getting along so good,
let's not mess it up, ok? I'll go ahead to the mall so we can cool our
heads, deal?"

"Alright Brock, but you're sense of humor puzzles me. I'll see you when
you get back."

"Later!" I said as I headed out of the house.

After shopping around for about forty minutes and not seeing anything I
wanted, I decided to drive back home. I don't see how people can shop
for hours during the holiday season when the places are so crowded.
Having only been out of the house for the total of an hour, I knew
mother would ask why I came back from the mall so soon.

I stomped the snow from my shoes, unlocked the door, and walked into the
house. As soon as I turned the corner to go into the living-room, I saw
her. I couldn't believe it. With all the signs I saw of her being
desperate and mad with lust, I still would have never guessed it.

Mother was laid back on the sofa chair with her legs spread eagle and
she was rubbing her pussy frantically. She was fully clothed in navy
blue skirt and white blouse, but her pussy was naked as the day she was
born. Never in a million years would I have guessed that she shaved her
pussy hair. Her skirt was hiked up almost to her waist and her panties
were dangling from her ankle. She squeezed her plump natural breast
through the blouse with one hand and frigged her clit with the other
hand. Sweat dripped down her body. I saw her biting her bottom lip and I
heard her moaning. I also heard louder grunts and shouts coming from the
television so I looked up at the screen.

I don't know exactly where my mother found it, but I had caught her
masturbating to one of my porn DVDs. I recognized the movie from my
collection right away; it was titled "Big Whores Need Big Cocks." It
featured women with big breasts and nice asses taking on the biggest
dicks of the porn industry.

Needless to say, I thought it was really hypocritical for mother to do
the same thing that she had "disciplined" me for doing. Mother needed
the same type of punishment I had received and I was more than glad to
help tame her.

Not wanting mother to jump up in shock and ruin the beautiful display of
her wide open legs, I slowly crept up beside the sofa. When I was close
enough, I quickly placed a hand on each leg. Mother screamed and tried
to close her legs just as I suspected she would. I forced them to stay
spread wide apart by placing the weight of my torso on her thighs and
that freed up my hands to hold her down.

"Brock!" mother shouted.

"Mother, mother, mother, what have we here," I said with a wicked smirk
on my face.

"It isn't what you think Brock. I swear it's not what it looks like. Let
me go!"

"It's not what it looks like? Looked like you had your legs spread from
the Atlantic to the Pacific, rubbing an awfully hot pussy. Convince me
otherwise and I'll let you up," I said.

I looked down at her pussy and she tried again to close her legs but I
held them open.

"I was only going to clean up your room, but I found your...and I..."
mother stumbled through her explanation.

"What is it mother? You need to speak up because from the looks of
things you're a regular slut who likes rubbing her hot pussy and looking
at her son's porn stash," I said.

"No, No. I found it by mistake. Then I just wanted to see what you have
been feeding your mind. So I put in and pressed play," mother stammered.

She was visibly shaken and in an uncomfortable position, emotionally
that is. Physically, mother's body appeared very comfortable. With her
son holding her legs spread eagle, she couldn't take her usual pompous
position of moral authority. Finally she was the one getting judged.

"It says right there on the cover, 'Big Whores Need Big Cocks.' That
should tell you what's on the DVD. You just wanted to make sure though,
right?"

"Yes, I, uh, uh, was just curious as to what, what was on it. Let me up
now Brock, I gave you an explanation," mother said.

"It says in bold letters, 'Big Whores Need Big Cocks.' So, what is there
to be curious about?"

I loved making her squirm. I had caught my puritan like mother rubbing
her clit good to one of the nastiest porn movies in my collection. I
wanted to milk this situation for all it was worth. She pouted and tried
to get free without answering my question. I firmly held her in place.

"You're not going anywhere until you give me a good explanation for
your, as you would put it, filthy and disgusting behavior. Rubbing that
nasty wet pussy while looking at a disgusting movie; is that how ladies
behave," I said.

She frowned at my sarcastic remarks. Her overly conservative mannerisms
were coming back to bite her in the ass.

"Mother, if it says right there on the cover 'Big Whores Need Big Cock,'
what is there to be curious about," I asked her again.

"I, uh, I was curious to see if, if..."

Mother couldn't come up with a good explanation so I decided to help her
along.

"You were curious to see if there really were Big Whores in this movie?"

"Yes, I guess so," mother replied.

"And you were curious to see if they really needed Big Cock?" I asked.

"Yes, I mean no, I was just looking to make sure you didn't damage your
mind with trashy images," she said.

"Oh, and I guess rubbing your pussy helped you to know if the movie was
harmful for me?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

"So you really did want to see if big whores needed big cock?"

"No, I was just curious to see what was on it. Now let me go!"

"I'll let you go as soon as I teach you a lesson for this vile and
wicked behavior," I said.

"What are you talking about? Stop mocking me Brock!" mother said.

Mother started to get more antsy, trying to twist her legs free and sit
up. I placed more of my weight on her legs to make sure they stayed
spread apart.

"Laid back in the living-room, rubbing that hard little clit while you
watched a nasty video, that's what I'm talking about. Go on look at the
screen, it's still playing," I said.

We both looked toward the TV. Some slut was deep throating a big dick
and slobbering all over it.

"She's definitely a big whore. Does she look like she needs big cock,
mother?"

Mother didn't answer me.

"Huh? I asked you if she looks like she needs that big cock. Answer me
or we can stay here all day."

"You filthy pig! Of course that slut needs it, she's a whore," mother
replied.

"Oh I see. She needs that big cock because she's a whore? Well, what
she's doing looks an awful lot like the punishment you gave me two days
ago," I said.

"Liar!" mother spat out.

"Oh yeah, that's exactly how you looked when you were punishing my dick.
Slobber running out of your mouth, cheeks hallowed in, hair flailing
wild as you bobbed your head up and down as fast as you could. You
sucked my big cock like you needed it too and if you try to get up I
swear I'll turn you in for sexual abuse," I said.

"Please no, I couldn't have looked like that. No, no, no, I only did it
to teach you a lesson; I was upset. I thought I could shock you into
obeying. It was for your own good," mother reasoned.

"Well if that's the case mother, then this is for your own good too."

I smashed my mouth down into her pussy and started sucking hard while I
angrily stared into her eyes. With her legs spread eagled, I had
complete access to her juicy cunt. I was very glad it was shaven,
although I had expected my right wing conservative mother to be a bush
woman, if you know what I mean.

"No! No!" mother protested.

She looked down at me and her facial expression seemed like she was
pleading for me to stop. I felt kind of sorry for her. I was actually
going to stop until I noticed how long and hard her clit had become and
how she intently stared directly at my every lick and slurp of her
pussy. My forearm was holding down her waist, but if she fought hard
enough she could have pushed herself up. I unlocked my suctioning mouth
from her pussy and grinned up at her before I started to lick her clit
hard, getting it good and wet. I stared right into her face, grinning
wickedly from ear to ear as I licked and sucked on her clit.

"Oh shit! Stop that right now!" mother yelled at me.

I dove into mother's pussy, trying to clasp my mouth over it entirely. I
slurped and sucked as hard as I could. Her juices started pouring out
and her hips moved involuntarily, rubbing her pussy over my mouth and
chin. That only increased my fervor to suck my mother's sweet pussy
until she came. I tried to get every inch of my tongue inside of her as
I sucked on her cunt.

"I can't believe you're, you're doing this, to your, own mother. Oh God!
No, stop this, this is disgusting," mother said between ragged breaths.

Eventually mother stopped yelling at me and resigned to watch me feast
on her cunt like an animal. She started breathing hard, staring wide
eyed at my mouth clamped over her pussy. Next I concentrated solely on
her clit again. I sucked it hard; puckering my lips around it like it
was a piece of sweet-n-sour candy. Wet smacking sounds filled the room
as I tried to suck her clit even further into my mouth but it kept
popping out. Once her clit was drawn into my mouth securely, I pressed
my tongue into it. Her hips were rocking now, gyrating her pussy on my chin.

"Stop it Brock! You're not supposed to, oh God, you shouldn't make your
mother, ugh, orgasm," mother said.

I brought my face up from her pussy before she completely lost it,
juices dripping off my chin.

"You aren't supposed to finger yourself while watching your son's porn
either. I think this pussy needs to be taught a lesson," I said.

Smack!

I slapped mother's pussy after releasing one of her legs. She didn't
make the slightest effort to close her legs. On the contrary, her reflex
was to raise her hips off the sofa in response to the slap as if her
pussy was begging for more punishment.

"You've been a very naughty mother. Your hot wet cunt needs to be
disciplined."

Smack!

I slapped her pussy again and this time she let out a low guttural howl.

"Doesn't it mother? Doesn't your hot cunt need to be taught a lesson?"

Smack!

I made sure that slap landed near her clit.

"Oh God Brock!" she said.

Smack!

"Yes mother, say it. Admit you've been a vile woman for watching your
son's dirty movies while rubbing your filthy cunt."

Smack!

"Oh God yes! Mother has been very naughty, but you mustn't..."

Smack!

I interrupted her protest with another slap near her clit. I brought my
face back to her pussy and started to feast on it some more. Her hips
were now moving uncontrollably and she was basically shoving her cunt
into my mouth. I knew she was on the verge of cumming so I removed my
mouth from her pussy and started rubbing her clit.

"Ah, it feels so, please stop it Brock!"

Mother's scream for me to stop meant little in comparison to the way she
was gyrating her pussy all over my hand. I released her other leg yet
she still lay there with both legs spread wide apart as I rubbed her
clit. I used my free hand to release my hard dick from my pants. I
started stroking my dick while I massaged mother's clit.

Smack!

I slapped her pussy again.

"That's a hot filthy cunt, isn't it," I asked.

Smack!

"I asked you a question mother. Isn't this a hot filthy cunt that needs
to be spanked?"

Smack!

"Yes, damn you! Spank that depraved cunt!" mother said.

She stared wildly down at her pussy, at her legs spread wide open.

Smack!

"Look mother, my fat cock got rock hard because of your naughty dripping
pussy."

Mother glanced over at my dick and then up into my eyes. That expression
of lustful helplessness faded from her face and she sneered at me.

"You're a filthy pig!" she shouted at me.

I massaged mother's spit coated clit harder and she banged her pussy
into my hand as she berated me for stroking my hard cock. I slipped two
fingers into her sopping wet pussy and watched her intake a deep breath.
She tore her stare away from dick to watch my two fingers slide in and
out of her pussy. She brought her gaze back to my hard on again.

"You filthy bastard!" mother said and she snatched my dick into her hand.

"How dare you stick your fingers in my hot cunt!" mother said.

Smack!

She slapped my dick and sneered at me.

"How dare you spread your pussy juice all over my hand?" I said.

Smack!

I slapped her pussy in lustful retaliation.

"I'm going to teach this hard cock a lesson," mother said.

Smack!

Mother slapped my hard dick again. This smack fest felt wonderful, but I
had other things in mind, namely getting my hard on inside her steaming
wet pussy.

"I'm gonna suck the nastiness right out of this hot wet cunt," I said in
imitation of mother's words from two days ago.

I snapped my mouth over her cunt and looked her squarely in the eyes
with an angry stare. I sucked hard, trying to draw all of her pussy
flesh into my mouth.

"Oh God!" mother yelped because she was both surprised and excited by my
no holds barred oral attack on her pussy.

"Not before I suck the disgusting stench off this filthy cock," mother
said.

She twisted her body so that her mouth could reach my cock. I adjusted
myself to help her reach it better. She gripped my hard dick by the base
and shoved her mouth over it.

"That's it, suck my hard cock," I said.

"Suck that nasty pussy, you pig!" mother said.

On the living-room sofa, we orally attacked each other like savages.
Mother humped her cunt into my face. I could tell she was close to
cumming, so I withdrew my mouth again. She kept humping her pussy in the
air, searching for my mouth. I forcefully pulled my cock from her mouth
with a loud pop.

I moved around and positioned my cock at the opening of her pussy, and
started to rub her clit with my fingers again. Mother had that desperate
look in her eyes again as we stared at one another. I couldn't judge
from her facial expression whether she was desperate for an orgasm or if
she desperately wanted me to stop. However, the way her pussy moved
around as I massaged her clit told me all I needed to know.

"This is the best way to tame my fat nasty cock and your dripping wet
pussy at the same time," I said.

I placed my hard dick on her clit. Her pussy humped up and down even
more now. I massaged her aroused clit with my stiff dick. My saliva
coated dickhead glided smoothly over her spit and pussy juice coated clit.

"Oh, you dirty, dirty boy with a man-sized cock," mother said.

She stared at my dick as it slowly entered her pussy and her legs began
to tremble.

"Oh God, I can't take it!" she yelled as she grabbed my ass, pulling me
hard into her pussy.

My dick was inside mother to the hilt and she started to grind her pussy
all over it. I didn't even stroke in and out once and she was already
about to cum. I had lit her pussy on fire with my mouth and hands and
now she was about to completely lose it all over my dick.

"Mother can't take it baby!" she pleaded with me.

"Yes mother, let it go. Cum all over my cock," I said.

She grabbed the back of my neck and looked down at her cunt grinding all
over my cock.

"God, help me. I will not cum, I will not cum, I will not cum all over
my own son's cock, all over his big fat swollen cock! Ugh!" mother
screamed.

Her pussy contracted wildly and she bucked on my dick. She pulled
downward on my neck as the fierce orgasm racked her body. I held still
until mother's orgasm subsided, my cock resting deep inside her. As soon
as she calmed down from the orgasm, I started fucking her good. I leered
down at her, staring meanly into her eyes.

"Yea mother, it was good wasn't it," I chided.

"No! You disgusting pig. Take that fat nasty cock out of my cunt right
now!"

Mother's words said one thing but the way her pussy continued to hump up
at my dick told a different story.

"Or what mother?" I asked.

I picked up the rhythm and started to pound my dick into her wet sloppy
pussy.

"What are you going to do mother? Cum on my cock again?" I said in a
sarcastic tone.

"You heathen, I will not cum on that," she looked down at me pounding
into her, "on that, that big piece of cock meat. Oh God, look at it.
Look at that nasty piece of meat fill my hole."

"Yeah, look at it sawing into your pussy," I said.

She gritted her teeth and grimaced.

"You little boy with a man-sized cock, you're filling my hole. Oh my
God! That is some good cock!"

When she finally admitted plainly that my dick was good to her, it
fueled me and I started to really pound into her cunt. Mother curled her
lips and angrily watched my dick piston in and out of her tight wet cunt.

I smirked at her. "That's some good cock mother?"

"Damn you! You filthy pig! You see that huge swollen cock stretching my
hole! What do you think," mother replied.

Her hips were meeting my thrusts dead on.

"Oh yea mother, I think that cock is good to you, that's what I think. I
think you need this big cock don't you?"

"Dammit look at my hungry cunt swallow that big piece of meat," mother
said.

She looked like she wanted to kill someone with that angry expression on
her face. She was glaring down at my cock like it was the most hateful
thing in the world.

"You need big cock just like the title of that movie said, huh? Is that
why you watched it and rubbed your clit, because you needed a nice big
hard cock?" I asked.

"I saw the picture of a nasty cock on the cover of that disgusting
movie," mother admitted.

"And you wanted to see it getting sucked off?" I asked.

"Yes," mother snarled, her countenance showing anger. "I watched those
whores slobbering all over those big nasty cocks and it made my clit
throb!" mother said angrily.

"Ah yes mother. So you admit big cock's make you horny," I said.

."You dirty heathen! You want me to say it. Fine, yes they make me
horny!" mother angrily admitted as she continued to stare at my dick
sliding in and out of her pussy.

"Yeah, I could tell you were in need of some good dick. You haven't had
a good fucking in years," I said.

Mother gritted her teeth. She brought her angry stare up from watching
her pussy getting fucked to glare into my eyes with the meanest look.

She angrily snapped back, "Well you're fucking me good now, you filthy
degenerate. You're giving me that big juicy cock that's been burning in
my mind since the first time I saw you jacking off in the living-room."

"Oh mother," I moaned.

Mother's admission that she had been lusting for my cock the whole time
caused me to drive my cock into her even harder.

"That's it, that's it. Fuck it hard you bastard. You jack-off in the
living-room and tempt your own mother with such a huge cock. Well then
you better use it, you disgusting little bastard, you better keep
slamming that cock in my hungry cunt," mother commanded.

Mother's dirty confession turned me on such. I wanted to hear more about
the filthy desires she had tried to mask. I kept prodding her with
questions as I fucked her hard.

"When you were 'punishing' me you enjoyed sucking me off didn't you?" I
asked.

"You snotty little fuck! I tried to swallow that fat cock whole," mother
angrily admitted.

"Oh God yes, I knew it. You tried to act like it was just punishment," I
said.

"I didn't mean to see that fat cock-meat between your legs the first
time. But the second time, I could smell that delicious piece of
man-meat as soon as I came in the house. I stood at the door-way and
watched you stroke that huge cock for a long time before you saw me,"
mother admitted angrily.

"Oh God yes, tell me more mother," I said.

"You little piece of shit, you want more?" mother asked in a mean tone.

"Yes, please," I said.

"I slapped your hard cock for jacking-off in the living-room because
that's the only way I could touch it without looking like a cheap
whore," mother angrily admitted.

Her filthy confessions were driving me wild and I continued to slam my
cock furiously into her cunt.

"Oh yes mother," I moaned.

"That's right wicked son of mine. I only slapped that nasty cock but I
was jacking it off in my mind the whole time. I imagined fisting that
big juicy cock up and down until cum sprayed out of your cock.

Yes! That's it, fuck it harder! Your mother is turning you on isn't she?
Well fuck me like the filthy animal you are."

"Ah yea! Can't take it much longer," I said.

Mother slapped my ass hard and angrily said, "You're a fucking brat, you
know why? When I begged you not to suck my pussy, you did it anyway. You
devoured your own mother's nasty wet pussy. You even sucked my clit.
Then right when I was about to fill your mouth with my hot cunt juice,
you stopped sucking and put that fat cock in my pussy. You tricked your
own mother into cumming all over your big fat delicious cock."

"You're starting to act like a cock whore, mother," I said. Mother
glared up at me.

She said angrily, "Yes! What do you expect to happen when a woman goes
without cock for years then finds her son in the living-room fisting a
big hard delicious looking cock up and down, refusing to put it away
even in her presence!"

I pounded away at her cunt. "Yeah, tell me how much you lusted for that
big dick mother," I said.

.

Mother coldly stared at me and said angrily, "You filthy, disgusting
pig! It excites you doesn't it! You think your mother would allow her
own son to fuck her if he didn't have a big fat hard cock. If you had a
little cock you wouldn't have gotten anywhere near your mother's pussy.
I would have just sent you to your room and grounded you for
jacking-off. But I didn't send you to your room, did I? That cock was a
big fat hard cock so I punished you right there in the living room. I
slapped and squeezed and bit down on that hard cock to punish you."

"Ahhh yes, take it." I fucked her hard, trying to knock the dust off
that desperate cunt.

"Give it to me son. That huge fuck tool between your legs is what got
you a ticket into your own mother's cunt. That's right, it had to be a
big fat hard cock or I wouldn't have fucked you! Oh God, look at my
pussy stretch around that huge cock. That's so fucking good. Yes! Keep
slamming mother's pussy hard baby," mother said.

"You lusted after my fat cock. You filthy whore, do you think good
mothers lust after there son's cocks," I said as I pounded into mother's
cunt.

"Yes," mother hissed through her gritted teeth. "You degenerate son!
When I saw you jacking-off, that big nasty hard cock was sticking
straight up in the air and glistening with lube and pre-cum. I wished it
weren't my son attached to that cock, but its fatness made it an
exception to rules. All mothers should do a penis check on their sons
and if a mother finds a piece of fat cock-meat hanging between her son's
legs, then she should fuck the living shit out it! I mean just look at
it, look at that huge cock stretching my hole."

"Oh shit, mother. I'm gonna cum. Your dirty fucking mouth is gonna make
me cum!"

"Flood that pussy you nasty motherfucker. Look at my hungry hole eat up
that fat cock. What mother doesn't deserve to be satisfied? How does it
feel to feed your mother that swollen fat cock?"

"It feels, good, too good. Ahhhh! Fuck Yeah!" My body clinched up and I
came hard in mother's cunt. Cum leaked out of her pussy onto the
living-room couch.

I flopped down on the couch completely exhausted. Mother hugged my body
tightly. We just laid silent on the couch for a while, trying to get a
grasp on what had just happened.

I spoke up first. "Well, this is definitely the best Christmas of my
life," I said.

Mother replied, "I'm just glad you learned your lesson about jacking-off
in the living-room."

We laughed and dozed off on the couch.