Paul's Slavery

     Paul Marshall's mother was licking his balls and dick. He boy was in absolute agony. He was getting sexually aroused by his own mother. His thoughts collided together like some massive auto accident on freeway of his mind 

     "That's good, Mrs. Marshall. You are doing a fine job. Lick your son's swinging scrotum. Now, come on, don't cry. Your tears will get in the way of the flavor of his ballsack and prick. Isn't that a fine dick your son has?  Look, it's starting to leak pre-cum. Sucking your son's cock is turning him on. You' better lick up that string of pre-fuck, Mrs. Marshall. We don't want it dripping all over the carpet."

      "I' sorry Mom. I am so sorry...I...I..." Paul's young teenage head felt ready to burst. 

      "Shh, it's okay, Paul. He can't hurt us if we don't let him."  She answered between cock licks. She looked up her tormented son seated on the couch, strong young thighs spread so his mother could lick his nuts and cock. 

      Matt Henshaw chuckled.  "That's right. I can't hurt you if you don't let me. Mrs. Marshall, why not lick down under his nuts, toward his nice juicy teenage boy asshole? Paul scoot forward on the couch so your mommy can lick your asshole!" 

      Paul slouched down and pushed his hips forward, bringing his ass to the end of the couch. His mother started to lick the area between balls and ass, moving toward her son's recently raped swollen pink ass lips. 

       "Is your cunt wet, Mrs. Marshall? Does licking your son's asshole make your cunt wet? Come on now, show a little enthusiasm, stick your tongue way up your son's asshole. Really lick that baby out. I was teaching this one little girl in my neighborhood how to do that just the other day.If she works real hard at it and does a real good job on all the guys in the neighborhood, she'll be an expert at it by the time she's ten. Can't start 'em too young, can we Mrs. Marshall. You know that. I'll bet you started your slutting really young, didn't you? I'll bet you were licking dick and asshole in grade school. Probably licking out your daddy's asshole at home, am I right? And you have been wanting to suck you son Paul's dick for a long time, haven't you? Your big handsome teenage son. I'll bet you've been eying his dick lump for ages. Probably sucking on his jerk off rag you found up in his bedroom. Is that right, you fucking whore? You sucking the spilled dried cum out of your son's jerk off rag? Your hubby doesn't give you enough, does he? Your marriage dried up, just like your husband's dick. Can't blame you for wanting some of Paul's juicy teenage cock. Admit it to yourself bitch, I won't tell anyone. Your son's dick and balls and ass taste really good to you. They get your pussy dripping. Right? 

   Mrs. Marshall was sobbing pretty heavily as her tongue worked it's way up her teenage son's sweaty asshole. There was something fresh and soft and sensual about his smooth young body. She could not deny it. 

     "Shit that dick is leaking all over he place. Your son is sure getting off on you sucking his asshole. You'd better get back up on this dick before he leaks all over he fucking living room."  Matt had his own pants down around his knees now and was pumping his own leaking soda can thick fucker. This was so fucking much fun for him. Why hadn't he started this sooner?  

      "That's right, Mrs. M. Suck your son's big juicy boy meat. Taste that spongy dickhead and the slime leaking out of it. Lick up and down the cockshaft, along the veins, right down to the root at the ball sack. Lick up and down the prick like a good mother. Good mom's take care of their sons. Did I ever tell you that my mom used to suck my dick? When I was really young, oh..I don't know, maybe nine or ten, my dad caught me watching him fuck my mom. Well, not really caught. He used to invite me in to watch him fuck her. For two reasons. To make me a man, and to humiliate her. He knew it really ripped her apart to have her dear son watch as she got fucked up the cunt and asshole by him. But on this particular day, He caught a special glint in my eye, or a special stiffness in my little pricklet, cause, all of a sudden, he ordered my mom to suck my dick. She just about lost her mind, begging him not to make her do that. You're getting prick slop all over your face, Mrs. Marshall, but that's okay. Anyway, Daddy made Mommy suck my little dick. And after that, he made her do it lots. About three times a week, for years. As soon as I could shoot, he made me fuck my own mother too. My Dad is a great guy. Really powerful. Mom couldn't take it, and she lost her mind. My dad opened a private sanitarium just so she would get the very best care. He makes sure she is fucked by the staff at least four or five times a day. You see, I get my talent from my father!"  He was pumping furiously now as he watched Mrs. Marshall sucking the dick of her own sweet son. 

    You see like everything else in life, it's not how you suck, but whom you suck that matters. It's the image in your mind of whom you are sucking that makes the event erotic or not. Think how hot Mrs. Marshall would feel, how wet in the cunt pit if Paul was just some teenage jock from town. She would feel young again, and hot and horny and cougarish. But this being her own dear son, well that was something else again.

      Although, if we are going to be honest here, I must briefly allude to a study I read that implied that many many mothers lust after their own son's dicks! Ths study that I often allude to in my writings, suggested that many mothers who are sexually frustrated become fascinated with the size and development of the penises of their own sons. Some have taken drastic measures, boring holes in the walls of their sons' bedrooms so they can watch the boys masturbating their big teen dicks. Many go to high school sporting events to look at the boys' bulges in their swim trunks or basket ball uniforms. Especially the bulges of their own sons'.

Some frustrated moms take great pleasure in thinking about their sons fucking girls from the school. They finger their sopping cunts while they imagine their sons ramming those big sweaty teen dicks deep into the pussies of teenage girls. You must be aware of this. You have seen suburban moms teasing their own sons about what "studs" they are or what "girl killers." They study mentions moms who root through their son's cars, looking for used rubbers so they can suck the old sperm and cunt juice out. They so need to taste the cum from their boys' pricks.  Many mothers in this psycho-sexual position, suck on the dirty underpants and used jock straps of their sons. A mother in this position can become obsessed with the taste of her son's fucker. Now certainly not all mothers are like this. But a surprising number do show an unnatural interest in the genitals of their sons. Then again, perhaps it is natural, just repressed. We do know that in poor regions, like ghettos, teenage boys are more apt to fuck their own mothers. The percentage of black boys who fuck their mothers is much greater than that of white boys. In some inner city areas, as many as four or five boys in the same family will fuck their mother with the full consent of the father. Of course if there is a daughter in the family, she will also be getting fucked, so the incidents of mother fucking will go down. 

        "Mrs. Marshall, just look at how thick and swollen and long Paul's dick has gotten. You have done a fine job down there. He is really enjoying having his mommy suck his dick, aren't you Paul?  Don't you think it's time for Paul to fuck you?"  Both mother and son wailed in horror. She turned and crawled over to Matt who stood there masturbating his huge fuckmeat and laughing.

        "Oh God, Please, not that. Please, I am begging you. Not that. You can fuck me if you want. I'll be real good for you. I'll do whatever you want. You'll see, you'll love it. But please don't make me do that with my own son! Please!" As she sobbed her big naked tits wobbled. 

        "Well, let me think it over for a few minutes. While I'm thinking it over, why don't you suck my dick, Mrs. Marshall. And Paul, why not crawl over here and lick my balls while I think. If you guys do a real good, job, I might let you off easy." 

        Matt Henshaw had reduced the Marshall family to animals.  The naked boy hopped off the couch and crawled obediently over to the High School Senior. Matt stood there with his pants and undershorts down around his ankles while Mrs. marshall started to lick the shaft and head of his massive wet fucker.  Paul joined his mother, lifted his head and began to lap at the large dangling balls in their hairy sack. 

       "Oh yeah, oh that feels really good."  Matt whispered in lust. Paul's face was right next to his mother's as she licked dick and he licked balls. They were both too ashamed to make eye contact. Soon Matt's big pink dick and heavy nuts were coated with saliva. Mrs. Marshall was operating under that theory that lots of wives do, that maybe if she quickly brought him off, Matt would lose interest in doing something dirtier, filthier. But young Matt Henshaw was not to be deterred. 

He suddenly pushed both mother and son away from his glistening genitals. 

       "Nope, I've decided. He's got to fuck you. I want to see him shove his dick into his own mom's cunt!"  Paul and his mother collapsed onto the rug both crying like little children.  

      "Come on now you two, let's get a nice positive attitude about this, shall we? I want to see a nice enthusiastic fuck. You're always screaming at me, Paul, that you are not a faggot. Prove it to me. Show me you are a normal heterosexual guy. Fuck your mother! If you slam that dick into her hard enough, who knows? I might respect you enough to let you go! I might go find myself another little slave. But you got to give her a first class banging.I want to hear your balls slapping on that pussy pad. I want to see fuck juicy spraying out. Come on, get to it. And you, you ugly slag, suggesting that I fuck you. Why would I want to fuck an old ugly bag like you, when I can have all the fresh young pussy in town that I want? Jesus, your cunt looks like the underside of an octopus. But Paul will want to fuck it. Because he loves his mommy so much. Paul wants to fuck his mommy."

      Imagine if you will the mental condition of our boy Paul. Imagine the twisted torment playing havoc in his head. Still crying hysterically, he crawled over to his own mother and sobbing that he was sorry, over and over again, he placed his fat dickhead at the entrance of his mom's cunt.  He wasn't doing this anymore to save his father and brother. Oh no. A new development on the scene. He was doing this because Matt had told him to. He could not longer not obey Matt!  Something had snapped. Something had broken. He would do whatever Matt told him to, no matter what!  The tears from his eyes rained down upon his mother's heaving tits.  Her fat nipples grew hard and elongated. She threw her head from side to side as she felt the blunt wet head of her son's dick at her cunthole.

     Long strings of pre-fuck hung from the tip of Matt's swollen dick as he watched Paul slide his cock into his mother's cunt. She gasped, and then her naked legs came up around her son.

     "Mother Fucker! You are a mother fucker now Paul. Welcome to the club. Her twat is probably much looser than Marie's was, but still, a fuck is a fuck, right? Would you two kids be more comfortable on the couch. Here climb up on the couch, I can see better that way and get some really good pictures. That way, if you ever decide to try to hurt me or go against me, I can release these nice shots of Paul Marshall fucking the cunt of his own dirty whore of a mother. Come on Paul, don't just lay there like a fish on a slab. Or a fish on a fish! Ha. Fuck the bitch! Make her grunt with the power of your prick thrusts. She probably hasn't had a good fuck in a very long time. Slam that prick into her. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"  Paul picked up the rhythm and plowed his poor sobbing mom. His dick grew even thicker in her cunt with each thrust. His big balls did indeed slap her pussy pad. 

      "That's the way, Paul. Fuck your mother. Oh yeah! Fuck her hard! Great. Now pull it out and shove it up her asshole!"  

      Both mother and son froze in mid-fuck. They turned their stricken faced to the teenager controlling them. 

      "You hear me. You didn't think I would let you get off without a nice ass fuck, did you? That's have the fun, isn't it? Now shove your dick up your mom's asshole!" 

      "I...I've never done that!" She sobbed. 

      "What? A fucked out old bag like you, and you've never had dick up your ass? Well, Bitch, you don't know what you are missing. The chicks tell me it's great once they get over the pain. I know faggots like Paul here love dicks up their asses. So you'll love it too. Spread your fat ass cheeks nice and wide for your son's fuckmeat! Come on Paul, up and at-em!"  With fresh wails and sobs, the boy mounted his own mother like an animal and fucked her in the ass. She screamed at he size of her son's invading dick, and Matt almost shot his load watching it all. 

      "That is great! Look at that asshole stretch. Shove it in, Paul. Never mind her screams, you know the cunts love it. Fuck your mother in the ass, Paul!" 

      Paul,now pretty much mindless and in the throws of some sick sexual need of his own, fucked his mother in the ass. It did no good to protest, might as well get on with it!

      "That's good. Fuck her in the ass balls deep. Great, now pull out and shove it in her cunt again!  Ass and cunt alternate fucks. Punch fuck her cunt and ass with your dick! Now deep into her ass!  Now pull that dirty dick out and shove it in her mouth!" 

       Paul withdrew his dick with a "plop" from his mother's ass, and crawled up to fuck the ass slime covered tool into his mom's face cunt!  She looked with horror at the shit slick prick as it hovered and dripped over her face. 

       "Come on, Bitch, open your mouth!"  Matt encouraged, fisting his own pulsing prick.  Paul's mom opened her mouth and her son rammed his filth covered dick deep into her throat. He had no mind any more. He was a fucking animal! He slammed his hips at her face, his balls swinging and slapping her neck. Drool, fuck slop and ass slime squirted out of the sides of her stretched mouth. Her nostrils flared and her eyes rolled. He son was fucking her throat!  His stomach fluttered and his pecs heaved as he face fucked his own mother. His recently pin-pierced nipples stood out pink and hard on his chest.  His dick had never felt this large, this thick, this sensitive. 

      "Okay,now out of her face cunt and back down to her real cunt. Let's make a baby!" 

       At that, for some reason, Paul's mom totally lost it. She tried to claw at her own son, to push him off of her. Paul shook his head, sweat flying in every direction. He swung his head around to focus on Matt, standing there beating his meat contentedly. Paul let out a growl, leaped off his mother, his dick spraying pre-fuck and spit and ass slime, and his body pale and covered with black and blue marks of abuse. He soared across the space between the rich spoiled teenage boy who had ruined his life and the couch. He landed on Matt, his hands going for the kid's throat. Matt was hampered by the trousers and undershorts around his ankles and could not defend himself. Paul hit him with the force of a semi-truck, sending the older teen back and down onto the carpet. Paul's face was like a wild animal, mouth open, spit running down onto Matt, tongue flapping over teeth that suddenly looked very dangerous. Paul's eyes rolled in his head and snot ran from his nose. He Held Matt down by the neck while his jaw came near, snapping, as if he wanted to bite the older boy's face off. 

    Matt could not bring his feet up because of his trousers, and so the lower part of his body was useless in defending himself. His hands flailed the air above and around him. One hand clasped on to Paul's naked shoulder and he pushed the boy back with all his strength, but suddenly Paul was a mad-man, with power the boy had never before displayed. The snapping jaw came closer to his nose and cheek. Matt freaked out! He too screamed like an animal, the room now filled with the screams of three agonized creatures. Paul's mother scuttled away, hands over her face, terror filled eyes peeking between spread fingers. 

    Matt's left hand held back Paul's descending body.He could feel Paul's hard leaking prick slapping is own engorged manhood. Matt extended his right hand, looking for purchase to pull himself from the animal-like attack of the mad teen. Paul had been driven too far. He had slipped over into insanity. He was literally trying to murder Matt. So Matt had had a little fun with Paul and his family. Was that any reason to attack him like this? Was that any excuse for murder? 

    And then Matt's hand found it. The leg of an end table. With the kind of strength one can only find at moments of extreme stress, Matt dragged, then actually lifted the end table by one leg. He brought it crashing down on Paul's head! It made a horrible cracking sound. Paul grunted and his naked body went slack and he rolled off of the older teen. He lay there naked and unconscious, his dick still half hard and leaking. 

     Matt scrambled to his feet and tugged up his shorts and trousers so he could move. Then he started to kick Paul, first in the ribs, then in the balls, then in the face. Paul's mother threw herself in supplication at Matt, hanging on to his leg. 

     "Please...Please..." she rasped. 

      "The fucker tried to kill me. He tried to kill me!" Matt screamed, kicking Paul in the head and face. "I"ll show him. I have been nice to him up to now. I have felt compassion for him. I just wanted to play a little, have some innocent fun. But now, I will show him. I'll have him locked up in the same sanitarium that holds my mom. They know how to treat crazies there! I'll show him what real pain and torment is!"  He tugged the cell phone from his pocket and pushed some buttons. 

      "I need a private ambulance over at the Marshall house. And bring a straight jacket! "