The Passion of Mother Ethel
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Wendy Raskin puffed her chest and pinched her fat. The mirror refused to laugh.
She sighed after a hard day's work and finished undressing for her bath.
Naked and vulnerable, her troubles she hoped to drown.
Extra soap and water so hot they dissolved, all but one.
One last tick clicked in her skull like a needle lost in a clinic.
Her longing cunt was picking away, sapping her puritan ethic.
So many years, was her husband gone, buried in another town.
Years of single mothering had emboldened Billy, her son.
The lad grew great interest in private parts and curls of hair.
Money worries took second place to hiding from his daily dares.
Yesterday he lifted her skirt to catch a glimpse of her quim.
Threats and commands failed to turn his mind away from sin.
In failing warmth, Wendy despaired from a sudden little sound.
A gentle slapping foiled her napping in suds floating around.
Somewhere close the boy watched - she sensed it but not where from,
Desperately she wished for a cure from his hard ons and oft jacked cum.
The sin in her boy had grown over time, a fancy her thoughts first told.
Duty it was for her to correct, but over her he had taken control.
A little sound, light and snappy, caught in her head like a drum.
Skin on skin, hand to loin, he beat his rhythm there from.
Off tile and wall, the echo of flesh quickened and audibly gained.
Poor Wendy Raskin began to fret, would ever her son abstain?
She shivered and tried to sink her head in suds cold as fear.
When suddenly a shout echoed about and froze her neatly there.
"Beautiful mother, stay in my sight." He called above the whirring fan.
From cabinet door, slightly ajar, she heard her child command.
"Sit up dear mommy and wipe those suds! Your tits I must observe."
"For close I am to shooting hot jism, and howl in capitalized words."
"No, my son, I must not obey." Wendy forced herself to get riled.
"For mothers who slut themselves to their young, forever shall be defiled."
But her voice did quiver, and Billy observed her failing breath that finished.
He pushed the cabinet door wide open and stared quite undiminished.
In shadow beneath the marble counter, Billy's eyes appeared.
No more of his face, could his mother perceive, nor could she shirk their dare.
And all the while his jacking continued to weave a spell in her flesh.
Wendy suddenly gasp anew when her hand began lifting one breast.
My child must see his mother as pure. Why do my arms not obey?
Wendy, upset from her breast revealed, she turned her head with shame.
"Yes, dear mother, that is my wish. Now show me the other one."
The tears she cried only gleefully provoked the boy who soon would cum.
"Sit up I say, and do not delay, my jism is boiling hot."
Wendy resisted his wicked desire, but her cunt began to knot.
She lifted herself within the tub and offered her tits to him.
But her eyes they flowed with tears as she cast them below the rim.
"Your tits are perfect melons, with nipples as hard as stems."
"My balls begin to rumble, simply by looking at them."
"Stop! I beg, sweet child of mine. You know not what you do."
"Ordering your mommy to reveal herself is sure to bring suffering true."
"Then suffer my sad and trembling mum, for certainly I shall not."
"That your body is mine to play with, further hardens my cock."
Billy's smile widened as he nimbly crawled from his lair.
Under the sun lamp he stood, and his shining flesh was bare.
Purple skin, taut and rampant, sheathing youthful riches,
Entwined the thick and rigid staff of Billy's numerous inches.
The head was a fat and kindly monk, eyes closed, lips in prayer.
An unopened flower waited on a shaft grown from a devil's lair.
"Mommy, don't look away, but witness my love for you."
Wendy, surprised at his tone of sincerity, raised her head anew.
But only evil gleamed on his face - his hand flashed like the sun.
And then his orgasm burst across and splashed her face with cum.
Victory was his, and the joy in his loins swept full through his mind.
"TAKE IT ALL, MOMMY MY CUNT!", Billy wickedly cried.
Spurt after spurt coated her face with his abandoned adolescence.
Wendy, ashamed beyond resolve, despaired future subservience.
"How fitting your body bathes in suds while your head is dirty with cum."
"I shall not foul my hands by touching that which I have undone."
Billy laughed and slowly submerged his arm into the water.
His mother cringed but didn't resist for all the fight had left her.
Chilling cold met the invader reaching between her thighs,
But warmth of a secret disposition waited to be his prize.
Wendy Raskin clamped her legs, knowing it wouldn't delay,
Her future of slutly nurturing, to a son who ruled her fate.
Slippery soap and eager fingers pressed right through her friction.
Concealed soft lips soon caressed, digits cruel in administration.
"Dear mommy, now will I demonstrate how I take what I want."
"You may be given occasional delights, after my own have been got."
Billy's mother stared wildly as he began to finger her clit.
How dare he play with the cunt that provided his original fit!
Two fingers, then three he pressed, deep into frustrated depths.
Slowly, they released what she needed from behind a hooded cleft.
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