Parent Trap: 2
Fake Flower Stories
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AUTHOR’S NOTE:
This is part 2 of a continuing series involving themes of blackmail, free use, dub-con, and maybe some non-con. If it’s too dark for you, then I highly recommend looking into my other works for ‘happier’ endings. I put a lot of work into making many of my other works sweeter, and with more likeable characters – but for anyone looking for the kind of tight, insane, power rush of free use and blackmail… This one’s for you.
As always,
Enjoy.
Fake Flower
Chapter 8
My mind spun out of control.
What had we just done? What the hell was going on? My cock strained inside my pants, aching to go again even though I just fucking came into my mom’s throat.
In my opinion, any mother that was forced to swallow her son’s cum would have a world of disgust and disbelief to work through – it’d take ages, it’d be cause for a long, long, long therapy session. It’d be a hell of a lot more than a lick and a smile to move forward. But in this case, something was very, very different.
I remembered my mother’s eyes as the door closed, ending our first little session. While I expected her to hate me, to be stunned, destroyed by the idea that her son was so fucked up that he would sexually blackmail her, that he just came into her mouth, that she was tasting his semen, the simple fact was…
…she enjoyed it.
Didn’t she?
It was disturbingly easy to tell. Her eyes were positively glittering. Her finger went up, gathered the remaining drops of my jizz, and she dabbed it on her tongue, tasting it, drinking the last drops. She was glowing with delight.
I think in many cases, somebody like me would have been excited that somebody wanted to play nice with blackmail. I guess it’s a lot easier to just, you know, engage in what people like. But this was… much more than I expected.
My mom swallowed my cum.
Actually swallowed it.
And she liked it.
My stomach churned. My mom was just as much of a sick fuck as I was.
This was a huge problem, because the idea was not for her to like it – it was for power. And it seemed I had a lot farther to go if I was to be exercising power over my own mom like this.
I dizzily moved from the garage, and into the neighborhood for a night walk, trying to get my head back on straight. I passed by people gardening. Big, ridiculous suburban cars. Lawns stuffed with mulch. Mothers with strollers, jogging by with tight leggings that accentuated their asses. Streetlamps. Only a crazy person could live in a world like this – and I did. And I had just burst into my mother’s mouth. Her tongue had just tasted my cum. She was now talking with her friends, her mouth making sounds where my cock had just squirted a thick, white load all over her teeth and lips. And outside, the rest of the world was moving along, as if something this crazy had never happened.
It must have been an hour or more by the time I came back. All her friend’s cars were gone – dad’s was as well. He must have been doing his fantasy football thing still.
So, it’d just be me and her.
I frankly didn’t know if I could even face her. My brain was circling in a way I couldn’t keep track of.
When I opened the door and came inside, I saw her. Mom was stretched out on the couch, her dress only slightly hiked up around her thighs so she could comfortably lay along the chaise. A few wine glasses were left around, purposefully neglected while she sat, waiting for me.
Her eyes were burning toward me in a way I couldn’t explain.
“Why don’t you sit down, honey,” she said. My mom’s voice was always so smooth, and intentionally calm. But now… something about it was very different. “We should have a very, very careful talk about what just happened.” Her hand gently patted along the chaise next to her. She wanted me to sit down, to lay my back against her.
I wasn’t sure what to do exactly, but fell into the chaise and leaned back. I felt her warmth, her softness as I lay down. One of her hands propped up her face. Another slowly rubbed along my back.
I felt hypnotized.
“Honey,” she said, her voice subtle and low. “You did a very, very bad thing.” Her hand pressed gently along my back and I felt a trembling excitement and fear shuddering up my spine. No woman was this… wild. Not with her son. Not with anyone. “Honey, you came into mommy’s mouth. You made her drink it down, didn’t you?”
The words exploded out of me. “What the fuck is going on?” I turned, facing her. Looked into mysterious eyes and felt myself getting dizzy. “This wasn’t supposed to… you’re not… I thought we—”