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Subject: Demon Amulet 4 (mF,spanking,inc,mc) Date: 18 Oct 1995 12:24:05 -0400 From: ngb10243@aol.com (N G B10243) Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories This story is fiction intended for mature adults. It contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. Do not read this if you are a minor or easily offended. (In fact, I recommend you exit this directory/group if you fit in either category.)
There is no safe sex in this story. This either means that the characters are idiots or the story takes place in a universe without sexually transmitted diseases -- take your pick.
Demon Amulet by NGB Chap 4 -- Mom (mF,spanking,inc,mc)
Billy practically ran home. Aside from being worried, Mom
would be hopping mad. She once reddened his ass for being half an
hour late, even though he had been over at Chris'. The only valid
excuse for being late without clearing it with her first was being in
the hospital. (Mom had read too many child-kidnapping stories, or
so Billy claimed behind her back.)
He walked in the front door, panting slightly, exactly 1 hour
and 45 minutes late. Mom came out of the kitchen, wooden spoon
in hand, giving Billy a withering glare.
"And where have you been, young man?"
"I... I walked home with a new friend."
"And why didn't you at least call from this new friend's
house?"
"I... I... I didn't think..."
"Exactly. You didn't think. Maybe I can stimulate your
brain through your rear end."
Before Billy really realized it had happened, Mom had
grabbed him, sat down, pulled him over her knees and pulled down
his pants exposing hi naked butt.
"Stop! Mom, wait!"
Surprisingly, she did exactly that, wooden spoon raised in
the air. In fact, she did more than stop, she froze, like a statue.
Billy craned his neck back and peered at her in surprise.
Then it dawned on him. `Mar! Did you stop her?'
`Isn't that what you wished, Master?'
`Uh, yeah, of course.' Duh! How dumb could he be. Billy
couldn't believe he had forgotten about the amulet. Apparently
even a magic amulet wasn't enough to overcome a lifetime of
parental training.
He stood up, pulling up his underwear and jeans, looking at
his Mother, frozen in place.
The Demon saw this as such a perfect opportunity that he
couldn't resist, even if it was ahead of schedule. `Master, do you
wish to punish her?'
"What?" Oops, that was out loud. `What do you mean?"
`Usually, when someone presumes to command or assault
my Master, the offending party must be punished. May I suggest
that you do to her what she would have done to you?'
`Spank my Mom?' Whoa. The idea was so foreign that it
took a minute to digest. After all, she was his Mom. Still... he
thought of all the times he had been spanked, all the times he didn't
deserve it (as far as he was concerned anyway). It might be neat...
`Where's my sister?'
`She is at a friend's. According to your Mother's thoughts,
she will not return until dinnertime.'
`Okay. Let's do it.'
"Mom, give me the spoon." In a daze, she handed it over to
her son.
Billy sat down on the couch and motioned Mom to come
over. She dropped to her knees and moved over to Billy, her head
hung in shame. She crawled onto his lap, laying her head on the
cushion beside him, her bottom centered on his legs.
Billy paused as he raised the spoon. Something was wrong.
Oh yeah. "Up," he commanded. "Take off your pants."
Billy was very nervous, but also very excited. Here was his
chance to pay her back for all th butt-poundings he had received
from her. It wasn't until he looked down at his Mother's panty-
clad asscheeks that others feelings stirred... more disturbing
feelings.
"Uh, Mom, you need to take off..." He left the sentence
hanging, unsure if he wanted to finish it.
Unfortunately for Billy, the demon knew his thoughts. His
Mother, still on his lap, wiggled and pulled off her panties, leaving
her naked from her waist to her socks. (Her shoes had come off
earlier, he wasn't sure when.)
As she settled back down on Billy's lap, he couldn't help
but compare her to Amy. Amy's ass was small and tight, more like
a boy's. It was just beginning to show a hint of a woman's full
behind. But his Mom's butt was full and lush, with lots of flesh.
He wouldn't call it fat or heavy, just bigger than Amy's. Her thighs
didn't show the extra cellulite he had seen on other women at the
lake; compared to those cows, his Mom was relatively firm and
trim.
He couldn't really feel her pubic area through his jeans, and
he couldn't feel her up there without being obvious. Then again,
with the amulet...
No! he shouted to himself mentally. This is wrong. This is
my mother, for God's sake.
`She is still a woman, and women exist to serve men.'
`I wasn't talking to you, Mar. But why are you doing this
to me?'
`I? I cannot go against your wishes, Master. And neither I
nor your Mother have shown you anything which hasn't always
been there. And as to your feelings, all true men desire women,
regardless of who they are. And all true women desire to be
possessed by strong men.' A smooth comment. Mar felt proud of
himself. Let Billy believe that the corruption had always been there.
Let him believe that all men felt the same. Don't lie, but lead.
Don't falsify, but use your own definitions.
`But.. but...' Billy was confused. By his own, very recent
experiences, he knew that women could bring great pleasure. But
this wasn't a wman, it was his Mother. And mothers and sons
don't... do those sorts of things together. But she was a woman.
And she was lying naked on his lap. And...
`If you wish to test your feelings, simply feel her. Touch
her and you will know.'
Billy laid the wooden spoon down and hesitantly placed his
hand on his Mother's left asscheek. He felt a shiver run down her
body, and her cheeks clenched slightly under his touch.
It felt so soft, so smooth, so warm. In fact, her entire body
seemed to be blushing.
Slowly, he started to stroke her skin, feeling the flesh,
running a curious finger along the crease of flesh between her ass
and thighs.
She moaned. It was faint, but it was definitely a moan. His
Mother was hot for him!
The Demon practically chuckled with glee. He had spoken
truly when he said he couldn't go against his Master's wishes. But
in the absence of a direct order, he was free to choose which wishes
to follow. In Billy's mind, as in the minds of all humans, a war was
constantly being waged between moral ideals and fleshly impulses.
It just so happened that the Demon supported the more fleshly
wishes and did all he could to bring them to fruition.
And somewhere in Billy's subconscious, somewhere almost
unreachable, there were thoughts about his Mother that Billy would
never have openly admitted to, wishes to explore his Mother
sexually, to replace his dead father in his Mother's bed.
Accompanying these formerly inaudible subconscious voices were
wishes that his Mother would feel the same way about him as this
little, twisted part of Billy felt about her.
Those were the wishes the Demon favored. Because they
existed in his Master, he was able to work upon his Master's
Mother to make those wishes come true. That was why his Mother
now desired to be used by her son, used sexually, degraded and
humiliated by her male progeny so that her son could receive
pleasure.
Billy, of course, was unaware of an of this. The thought
that Mar had altered his Mother had passed briefly through his
mind, only to be rejected -- after all, Mar needed orders to do
things like that.
So the fact that his Mother was being sexually aroused by
his touch remained.
The question was, Should he do anything about it?
He knew that it was supposed to be wrong. But he could
make it so no one would ever know. That didn't make it right,
but... On the other hand, wasn't his Mother supposed to always do
the right thing? And if he ignored how she obviously felt, wouldn't
it be a lot like disobeying her wishes? Yeah. He was just doing
what his Mom wanted him to do.
With a newfound resolve, he started feeling her butt with
both hands. He slipped one hand between her legs, moving down
towards her cunt.
Unlike the recently shorn Amy, Mom had lots and lots of
soft hair down there. Everywhere. It was like a little forest,
tangled dark brown hair covering everything.
He felt some kind of moisture before he felt her pussylips.
At first he was disgusted, thinking she was peeing on him. Then he
remembered that women got wet when they got excited. She sure
must be excited.
Her cunt felt different than Amy's, bigger, thicker lips,
larger clitoris. He slipped a finger inside her sopping wet hole and
wiggled it around. Her hole was noticeably bigger than Amy's.
Not that it was loose, just bigger. And she was definitely louder,
moaning and ohh-ing a lot.
And he was getting hard. He actually had a hard-on for his
Mom!
But first... he remembered what he had started out to do.
"Okay, Mom", he said, picking up the spoon. "Here it
comes."
WHAP! His first blow landed firmly across both cheeks.
They quivered, and the flesh rolled slightly. A bright red stripe
appeared where the spoon had landed, with a large splotch where
the end of the spoon had hit.
He shifted the spoon in his hand and felt her marked flesh
with his finges. It was slightly warmer than the surrounding flesh,
and she flinched when he touched it.
It was so weird, but it was also so exciting.
WHAP! The movements of her flesh were mesmerizing. So
beautiful.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
A small cry followed each blow, and her ass slowly turned
almost completely red.
He set the spoon down and felt her cherry-red ass. Her skin
felt so hot!
And his touch seemed to inspire conflicting sounds, both
cries of pain and lust. Wow. Maybe this was why his Mother
spanked him so much. If she had as much fun as he was having...
He had to see what it felt like, bare skin against her ass.
Leaving the spoon where it lay, he lifted his hand, flattened out his
palm and swung.
Slap!
Ouch! That hurt his hand, but just for a second. He placed
his tingling palm over the spot where he had hit her. This was
much more intimate than the spoon. Forgetting his own pain, he
lifted his arm and swung again... Slap!... and again... Slap!... and
again...Slap!
Her flesh jiggled under each blow. Her mouth cried out
with little "Ohhs" of confused lust.
Billy was distracted by a wet feeling on his thigh. With a
slight push, he directed her to turn onto her side, balancing her hip
on his knees.
His jeans were stained wet with her pussy juice. The hard-
on which had never left him now strained at the confines of his
jeans.
He raised his eyes slightly, looking at his Mother's bush for
the first time. (Well, the first time since that time he had
accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom, but that was two or
three years ago. It would be more accurate to say this was his first
prolonged look at her nether regions.)
The hair was dark brown, like the shoulder-length locks on
her head. It covered her entire pubic region. Maybe that was why
she never wore close-cut bathing suits likeso many other women.
Her bush was so thick it would show in a second if she wore a
bikini. He could just imagine the hairs curling out from the sides
and top of a tiny bikini bottom.
Because of all the hair, he couldn't really get a good look at
her nether lips. Reaching for them, he realized that this was a
rather awkward position to examine her intimately.
He had her stand up and gather her clothes. He led her
toward the back of the house. Hmmm... which bedroom -- Mom's
or his?
He generally wasn't allowed in Mom's, so her bedroom it
was. (It made it just a bit more exciting.)
She dumped her clothes in a small basket near the door and
laid down on the bed, moaning slightly as her red ass rubbed against
the bedcover.
"Wait," Billy croaked out hoarsely. His throat was
suddenly very dry. "Your shirt..."
She sat up and unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off her
shoulders and tossing it aside. Reaching behind her back, she undid
the clasp of her bra and likewise threw it aside.
She lay back down, completely nude.
Billy was almost shaking. The events of the day were
overwhelming him. His dream. Amy. Now his Mom.
His own Mother, naked on her bed, waiting for him.
Her breasts were huge compared to Amy's. It would take
both hands to properly hold one. And her nipples were... well, not
huge, but definitely big. The dark skin around the nipple (the arole,
or something like that... he made a mental note to look up the
names for all these female body parts) was nearly 2 1/2" in
diameter. The nipple itself stood out at least half an inch, maybe
more. And with Mom lying on her back, her breasts showed no
sag. However, they did roll around enticingly as she breathed in
and out.
Her legs were long and shapely. Large thighs, but not fat.
Smooth skin, no hair. Thin ankles. Small feet. (When did she take
off her socks?)
He moved slowly toward her. At the edge of the bed, he
slipped of his shoes using his toes.
Spreading her legs, he knelt between them and bent down
toward her cunt. Digging through her bush, he spread her cuntlips.
Cuntlip... hmmm... Mom would know what her body parts were
called.
"Mom, what do you call these?"
"Those are my labia, dear."
"And this is your clit?" Billy asked, fingering her little nub.
Well, he already knew what it was, but it was habit to ask questions
that made people think he knew more than he actually did.
"Yes, dear," she panted.
Mom's labia were a lot thicker than Amy's, but they were
spread out more, showing her inner lips... uh, labia. She was also
very wet, very ready for him.
He left a finger inside her and moved his attention to her
breasts. Wiggling one finger in her cunt, he moved his left hand to
her left nipple.
"This is your nipple, right? But what is this skin around it
called?" He traced his finger around her nipple as he spoke, which,
along with his still-wiggling finger in her cunt, caused little spasms
and quivers throughout her body.
"Oh, yes... Yes... that's my nipple... oh... and the dark skin
around it is... oh... the areole. Most people consider it to be part of
the nipple. Oh... Billy!!"
He leaned down and took her right nipple into his mouth,
sucking gently, briefly regressing to infancy as he suckled from his
Mother's teat. It felt so good.
Apparently, Mom agreed, as her nipples stood up firm and
stiff.
After a moment, he moved his mouth over to her other
breast, removing his hand from her cunt and moving it up to the
breast he had just left.
For a few minutes, he just laid there on top of her, sucking
one nipple while teasing the other. It was wonderful.
But eventually, her little moans reminded him that there was
more he could do. He looked up at her face. Beautiful brown eyes.
Small nose. Smooth skin. Almost no makeup. Full lips.
He moved up, but hesitated. Kissin her like this seemed
much more intimate than anything else he had done so far. But as
he stared at her lips, his reverie was broken by her tongue, snaking
out briefly to wet her lips, with a little wag of invitation before
darting back into her mouth.
He moved down slowly, turning his head slightly to avoid
bumping noses.
Contact. Her lips opened, her tongue forcing its way into
her son's mouth, running along his teeth, circling his tongue and
drawing it into her mouth, where he explored to his heart's... well,
his libido's content. (And he remembered to breathe through his
nose.)
Billy was lost. He knew that this was so perverted... French
kissing his own Mother... but he didn't care.
Trying not to break the kiss, he hurriedly pulled off his pants
and underwear. Briefly breaking the kiss, they both quickly pulled
off his shirt, leaving him naked except for his socks, which neither
of them noticed.
His penis was so hard it hurt as it throbbed against his
Mother's belly.
She reached down, grasping it with both hands, guiding it
into her depths. There was no shallow fucking, as with Amy. He
buried himself in her cunt with a single thrust.
Her cunt wasn't as tight as Amy's, but it was a lot hotter
and wetter. And more significant. He was literally returning to the
womb... his actual Mother's womb.
If he hadn't already come twice in the past couple hours, he
would have shot his load within a few seconds. As it was, he lasted
for close to half an hour. Half an hour of pumping, grunting,
moaning, sweating, and unbelievable sensations. Half an hour of
seeing his Mother writhe in ecstasy beneath him. Half an hour of
incestuous sex.
When he finally exploded inside her, after she had already
orgasmed at least four times, he simply collapsed onto her.
Lying there, feeling her naked body molded to his, the
outside world shut out, his penis slowly softening inside his
Mother's cunt... this was a moment,a feeling he would never, could
never forget.
After relaxing for a while, they showered together, his
Mother kneeling next to him in the stall, lovingly caressing each
part of him as she cleaned him.
They dried each other and got dressed. (Billy had to get a
clean pair of jeans from his room since his previous pair had a
noticeable stain of his Mother's juices.)
Billy, tired from the day's exertions, took a brief nap while
his Mother made dinner.
Cindy, his sister, got home about 5:50 and they ate about
6:00. Homemade pizza! His favorite (except for spaghetti, but
Mom didn't have time to cook a good sauce).
Both Billy and his Mother tried to act normal, doing their
best not to let Sis know anything was different. As it was, Sis
didn't really notice anything; she was too busy talking nonstop
about school and her new friend. And after dinner, she plopped
herself down in front of Beverly Hills 90210. Billy prided himself
on the fact that he had never watched it. (Melrose Place... well that
was different.) Instead of TV, he went to his bedroom, instructing
Mar to have his Mom meet him there in a few minutes.
When Mom finally showed up, they just laid down on the
bed together. He put his hand in her bra, cupping her breast, and
laid back, snuggling.
They lay like that, his head resting on her shoulder, for at
least an hour, the events of the day sinking in. And after all, what
can you do after a day like this that isn't anti-climactic?
When it was time for Mom to send Cindy to take a bath
before bed, he followed Mom to the living room and bathroom.
Although he didn't stay long enough to see Cindy naked, he did see
her in her little panties and T-shirt. Cindy was only two years
younger than himself, and Billy had never thought of her sexually.
But seeing her tight little panties and her little nipples poking
against the T-shirt aroused him. Not enough for a hard-on; he was
too drained, mentally, physically and emtionally, for that. But it
peaked his interest and imagination.
But he did nothing about it. Not tonight.
After Cindy went to bed, he went into his Mother's
bedroom. Although this was earlier than they usually went to bed,
they were both somewhat tired. With the bedroom door closed and
a chair blocking it (there was no lock), he and his Mother stripped
and crawled into bed. He pulled the covers over them and, with his
Mother holding his head to her breast, they fell asleep.
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