by VanillaExtract 04/08/13
"No," I whispered.
He plowed into me, and I braced myself to keep from moving, whimpering all while he violated my pretty little pussy, all red and inflamed from the abuse of his giant cock, my clit hard and sticking out. And then he began pounding into me hard and fast. I moaned loudly. I couldn't take it. I was going to cum, and he was going to know.
"Oh, god. Oh, fuck. God , please. Oh!"
"You're fucking cumming!" he said, laughing. "I knew you fucking loved it."
My legs were shaking and my pussy was spewing fluid all over his long cock, doing nothing but lubricating him to fuck me longer and harder. And that's what he did. Even as my pussy tingled with sensitivity, he hammered at it with his long cock. I tried to slow him down with my hands, but nothing stopped him. He kept pounding as I whimpered. I knew he was going to make me cum again. I couldn't take it.
"God, Dillon! Fuck!" I screamed.
"Yeah, Mom. Say you love it. Fucking say it."
"Fuck, I'm cumming again!"
"I know you are," he said, giving me powerful thrusts with his cock, lifting my ass off the bed. "Shit, Mom! I'm going to fucking cum too."
"No!" I cried, regaining my senses. "No, not inside me! Please, no! I'm not on anything! I'll suck your cock! I'll suck it! Pull it out! Please!"
His cock exploded, filling my pussy with warm, gooey sperm. I whimpered and covered my face.
"Yes!" Dillon groaned, still pumping his cock as it spurted deep inside me. There was nothing I could do now. He had cum in my pussy. It was the worse possible scenario.
"Oh, my god."
"Fuck..." Dillon said heavily as his thrusts slowed. He came down heavily on top of me, but I immediately rolled him off, his cock slipping out of my battered cunt. I climbed out of bed and ran directly into the bathroom, slamming the door.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red from crying. I was so ashamed for what I'd done, what he'd done. I spread my legs enough to look down at my pussy. I could already feel his cum dripping out of my cunt, running down my thighs.
"Oh, my god. Oh, god, no. Oh, fuck. What am I going to do?"
I turned on the faucet, pulled the stopper, turned my butt around, and jumped up into the sink. I reached down between my legs, scooping up water and running it over my burning pussy, sticking my fingers in to dig out the cum. I knew it wouldn't make much difference, but I had to try.
"Mom?" Dillon said, knocking on the bathroom door. "You okay?"
"Leave me alone, Dillon! I don't want to talk to you!"
He opened the door and stepped in, staring at me with my ass in the sink and my legs spread open.
"I just want to make sure you're okay."
I ignored him. He wasn't going to listen to me. He never did. But I was fuming with him. I went back to work, cleaning out my pussy with hot water. I didn't care if he saw. He'd already fucked me senseless.
"I am so ashamed and disappointed with you. I can't believe you could fuck me like that, like I'm some kind of whore you picked up on the corner." I looked up at him, showing him my hands, his slick cum on my fingers. "You came in me, Dillon! Your cum is everywhere inside me! Do you have any idea what that means? I'm going to get pregnant with your child. Yours, Dillon! What were you thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking," he said. "I was just horny. Sorry."
"Just get out, Dillon. I can't even look at you."
"Come on, Mom, I'm sorry." He came closer, stepping between my legs. His cock was still half hard, all white and covered with cum, his and mine. He put his hands on my hips.
"Don't touch me," I said angrily, but he didn't let go.
"Don't be so mad. I know you liked it. You came twice."
He moved closer, trying to put his arms around me, but I braced my hands against him.
"Just admit you liked how it felt."
"Fine! I fucking liked it, but just because it felt good, doesn't mean I wanted it. I told you, I'm a woman, I have needs, but you're my son. I don't want a sexual relationship with you."
"Why not?" he said, looking down at my red pussy. He reached down, giving my slit a few strokes. I pushed his hand away.
"Why not?" I said. "Are you crazy or something? You are my flesh and blood. You came from this pussy, Dillon, eighteen years ago. You're not allowed to go back inside. There's a very tiny sign in there that says 'One Way, Dead End, No Entry, No Parking, Yield to Traffic.'"
He smirked at me, and then he lifted that long cock of his over the sink and slapped my pussy with it.
"No, that's enough, don't," I said sternly.
"I'm so fucking horny all the time, Mom," he said. "And you turn me on."
I tried to squirm away, but he was practically on top of me. He grabbed me and pulled me closer. My whole ass plunged into the water, but my pussy was pointing up at him. He grabbed his cock in his hand, angling it down.
"Dillon, no, not again!"
I didn't even have time to object before he shoved his half-hard cock into me. I groaned.
"Fuck...stop it," I said, taking a breath. "Stop fucking me."
He pushed into me deeper. I had nowhere to go, no way to stop him, not with my ass stuck in the sink and the medicine cabinet up against my back. He began pounding into me, growing harder and longer in my pussy. I whimpered.
"Why are you doing this?" I said.
"You feel so fucking good. You did know it was my first time, didn't you?"
I pinched my eyes shut as he started banging my pussy, the water splashing out around me.
"Please stop," I whispered.
He didn't care. He was rock hard again, his cock bending however it had to to get into my pussy. The faucet was digging into my back, but I was numb to the pain. I could only focus on the sensation of my pussy being filled with that gigantic cock of his.
"Your pussy feels so good," he said, grunting as he violated me.
"I hate you for doing this," I said, looking up at him.
"Yeah, but you love how it feels. You couldn't wait to play with my cock after you pulled it out of that vacuum, you horny slut."
I was so angry at him, even more so because he was right. Yes, I wanted it. Yes, it felt incredible, but how dare he mock me? I reached up and slapped him across the face. He stopped thrusting and just stared at me. I had never done that before, never struck my son.
He grinned and then suddenly grabbed the back of my head, mashing his lips into mine. I grabbed his shoulders, trying to push him away as he kissed me, but his cock began thrusting in and out of my cunt, and I had no more fight left. I let him have his way, fucking my sensitive little pussy, kissing my mouth, his hands exploring my breasts.
I was thrashing in the sink, my legs wrapping around his waist as he pumped his cock into me. He knew he was going to make me cum again, and I didn't even try to hide it. I just screamed and threw my head back.
"Oh, god, fuck!"
"Yeah. You love it, slut."
I moaned. "You are the worst son ever!"
"Fucking, yes. I'm going to fill you with more cum."
"Oh, god," I said. "I hope you make a better father than you did a son!"
I knew he was ready as he shoved deeper and deeper into my tired pussy. Then his cock throbbed and sprayed inside me for a second time. I could feel it filling me up. I just groaned and held onto the sink as he kept pumping.
We both looked down at my pussy, the way his cock was lodged in it, throbbing to release the last of his semen inside. When he pulled it out, a long, gooey trail followed, dripping from his long cock and out of my pussy, into the water that was left in the sink.
"Fuck, that was awesome," he said.
I hung my head. "Are you done now?"
"I said are you done? Are you done fucking me for the night?"
"Mom, come on. It's okay to like it."
"I just want to be alone, Dillon. Just go away and let me be."
He scoffed and left the bathroom. I struggled to pull my ass out of the sink, but then I turned the water back on and rinsed my pussy out for a second time. My lips were so sore and red. They had taken a real pounding from a cock that was far too big for them after such a long spell of abstinence.
I went back to my room, climbed into bed, and fell asleep feeling like the worst mother in the world. My son had fucked me, twice, and somehow, it felt like my fault, like I had let it come to this. I hated myself, and I had never been more disappointed in Dillon. He had raped me. I was humiliated.
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