She stood in the doorway wearing nothing but black leather boots and a cruel smile, her body still glistening from the shower. "On your knees, boy. Now."
I dropped without thinking, the carpet rough against my skin. Mom had been running the house like this for months, ever since Dad left.
Every command came sharp and filthy, and I obeyed because the alternative was worse: her ignoring me completely.
"Crawl," she said, turning her back. I followed the sway of her ass down the hall to her bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and pointed at her pussy. "Tongue only. No hands. If you touch yourself, I lock that useless dick away for a week."
I leaned in and licked. She tasted clean and already a little wet. Her fingers threaded through my hair and yanked me closer. "Deeper. Fuck me with it." I pushed my tongue inside her, nose pressed to her clit, breathing through my mouth as she ground down. She moaned low and filthy. "That's it. Good boy. Mommy's little pussy-licker."
When she came she held my face tight, thighs clamping my head until I saw spots. Then she shoved me back. "Strip. On the bed, face down, ass up."
I peeled off my clothes fast. My cock was already leaking, hard and aching. She came back with the strap-on harness already buckled around her hips, the thick black dildo bobbing. Lube clicked open. Cold gel smeared between my cheeks.
"Beg," she ordered, one slick finger circling my hole.
"Please, Mom. Fuck me. Use my ass."
She laughed, low and mean. "Such a desperate little slut for his own mother." The finger pushed in, then two, scissoring me open while she stroked my cock with her other hand, just enough to keep me desperate. "You love this. Getting pegged by the woman who raised you. Say it."
"I love it. I love when you fuck my ass, Mom."
The blunt head of the dildo pressed in. She took her time, feeding it to me inch by inch until her hips met my ass. Then she started thrusting, hard and steady, the harness slapping my skin. Every stroke nailed my prostate. I moaned into the sheets, cock swinging untouched, dripping onto the bed.
She reached under and grabbed my balls, squeezing just shy of pain. "Don't you dare come yet. This is for me." She fucked me faster, grunting with effort, one hand fisted in my hair to yank my head back. "Look at you, taking Mommy's cock like a good whore. Bet you'd let me invite the neighbors over to watch."
The thought made my cock twitch. She noticed and laughed again. "Dirty boy. Maybe next time." She slammed in deep and held there, grinding the base against me while she reached around and finally stroked my cock in time with her thrusts.
"Come," she ordered. "Come on Mommy's cock."
I did, hard, shooting across the sheets while she kept pounding through it. When I was empty and shaking she pulled out, unbuckled the harness, and climbed onto the bed in front of me. She spread her legs again. "Clean me up. Then you can watch me come on your face."
I licked her clean, tasting lube and her juices, until she grabbed my hair and rubbed herself on my tongue again. She came twice more, loud and shaking, before she finally let me collapse.
Later, when we were both catching our breath, she stroked my hair almost gently. "Good boy. Tomorrow you're eating me for breakfast before work. Under the table."
I nodded, already hard again at the thought. She owned me completely, and we both knew it.
