Literotic asexstories – Defacing Mom by johnnyfever,johnnyfever
She’d come to Michael’s apartment for a simple discussion, that was all. But somehow she had ended up like this, about to become the bull’s-eye for a perverted game of target practice. She’d already taken off her delicate silk blouse to keep it from being ruined, and her large tits hung heavily as they strained against the lacy white cups of her bra.
Donna knew she shouldn’t allow this wicked scene to progress any further, and yet she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so excited. She watched with wide, anxious eyes as her son lowered his pants and let his impressive shaft of cockmeat spring free. Michael was already stiff, getting incredibly hot from seeing his nearly-topless mother in such a compromising position.
“Oh, Mom,” he gasped.
And with that, he began to stroke himself.
All Donna had wanted to do was talk with him. Her son was turning twenty in just a few days, a big milestone in any young man’s life. Usually, Donna and her husband gave Michael an extravagant present for the occasion, something to show how proud they were of him. He rarely asked for much during the year, so his birthday was one of his few opportunities to get something really special.
But it didn’t look like that would be possible this year. Just two months earlier, Donna’s husband Steve had gotten a pay cut at work. His company went on about problems in the economy, although members of the senior staff were actually given raises. The family hadn’t been living beyond their means, but the unexpected drop in income definitely hurt. With nearly $500 less coming in every month, Donna was worried that she wouldn’t be able to keep up with their bills.
Worse than that, though, was the fact that they couldn’t afford anything decent for Michael’s birthday. Donna felt sick at the prospect of being unable to give her son something nice, especially for an event as important as the end of his teenage years.
She had actually considered calling her ex-husband, Michael’s father, to see if he could help. But aside from knowing how unlikely his assistance would be, she knew how upset Michael would get if he found out. Her ex-husband had made Donna’s life miserable, and at the tender age of ten Michael had taken it upon himself to confront his father about it.
“Yeah, I dare you to get a divorce, bitch!” he’d shouted over his son, knowing Donna could hear from the next room.
The next day Donna did file for divorce, and she owed it all to Michael for giving her the courage to do it. If he could stand up to his father, she certainly should be able to stand up to him, too. It was one of the many reasons why she’d do anything for him, and why she felt so bad about the current situation. She’d been meaning to talk to Michael about it for a couple of weeks, but just couldn’t bring herself to break the bad news.
Finally, after putting it off longer than she should have, Donna forced herself to go through with it. She’d come to see Michael after dinner, once he had finished up his classes for the day at the local college. After explaining the situation, and pointing out that she’d do absolutely anything to make his birthday special, Donna listened as her son made the most disturbing, vile suggestion possible.
He had a present in mind that wouldn’t require her to spend any money. In fact, it didn’t require much effort out of his mother at all. All she’d have to do, Michael told her, was sit there while he jerked out a big load of cum onto her face.
Donna had been completely stunned, both from the obscene offer and the fact that Michael had the gall to suggest it to her. He explained that it was something he’d been dying to do to her for years, and his well-planned sales pitch was so good that it almost made her consider the idea. But Donna knew that she couldn’t allow it. She couldn’t possibly take part in something as sick and depraved as a son bathing his mother’s face in his thick, warm cock cream.
With a firm declaration of her disgust, Donna had stormed out of his apartment. She’d driven over a block away when she felt something urging her to stop and go back. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she simply couldn’t ignore it. It felt like an overpowering voice that had been shoved far back into the recesses of her mind. Before she fully understood what she was doing, she had turned the car around, driven back, and walked back inside his apartment.
Almost as if she was having an out-of-body experience, Donna listened as she heard herself speaking. She heard her own voice as it changed her mind. She heard herself actually agree to the idea. She watched herself walk into the bedroom, unbutton her shirt, and encourage her son to spray his cum across her face.
Then, without hesitation, she had kneeled down in front of him.
Donna knew that what she was doing was terribly wrong… but God, it would be so incredibly kinky. The idea was making her mouth water, among other places, and parts of her that had been shut off for years suddenly felt alive again.
With her head leaning back against the mattress, Donna watched as Michael’s hand slid up and down his cock.
“Ohhhh, God,” he groaned. “I can’t believe you’re letting me do it.”
A little dribble of juice began to leak from his puffy cockhead, and Donna unconsciously licked at her lips. The intense voice in her head encouraged her to take the fat, purple knob into her mouth so she could shove her tongue against the hole and taste the salty spunk. But she resisted the temptation, knowing that she couldn’t let herself get carried away. She was going to willingly accept his spewing load onto her face, and that would be the end of it.
Donna looked up at her son, observing the way his face twisted itself into a mask of pleasure and determination. She could tell by his breathing that he was getting closer. As she watched him, their eyes met. Donna gave him a coy smile and bit her lower lip.
“Almost there?”
“Y… yeah…”
His hand started working faster.
“Good. Give me a real big load, honey. You know you aren’t supposed to do naughty things like this to your mother, so you need to make it count.”
Michael was rapidly nearing the edge, and his mom’s nasty tone of voice was enough to push him over. He put his hand on the top of her head for support. It was time for the big finish.
“Ohhh… ohhh, Mom!”
Donna took a deep breath, knowing that his climax was just a few seconds away. She could barely wait for it to start.
“Gonna… gonna cum…!!!”
The moment Michael had long been waiting for finally arrived. With a rapid fury of strokes, he let it all go.
“Unnnnhhhhhh!!!!”
It seemed like it was happening in slow motion as Donna watched his cock erupt. A large, thick shot spurted from the swollen head, hitting the prone mother directly on her hairline. The portion not caught in her blonde locks began sliding down her face as the second burst caught her just above the right eye.
Donna’s eyes closed as the thick blasts of cum continued to rain down on her. She felt them pelt her face, one after another, cum-ropes so big that they almost took a full second to leave his cock.
Two shots hit her cheek, then a large shot landed right against her closed lips. As she opened her mouth to let some of the cum run in, she could feel her pussy twitching with joy. Michael continued stroking while his cock sputtered out a few final shots, covering his mother’s chin with big, white gobs of spunk.
As the eruption ended, Donna opened her eyes.
“Oh, my God,” she cooed, licking the salty jizz from her lips. “So much cum…!”
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While she basked in the glow of being drenched with cream, Donna’s mind suddenly went into overdrive. Something about the feeling of warm cum hitting her face brought back a slew of old memories, things that she thought had been buried long ago.
She found herself thinking back to the days before her own twentieth birthday. Donna’s relationship with her mom had always been strained, and it only became worse as Donna grew into an independent woman. Catherine, Donna’s mother, had always planned on starting a successful medical career. But when an unexpected pregnancy changed things, Catherine was forced to leave school. As a result, she developed a clear resentment towards her only child.
Donna couldn’t recall ever sensing any love from her mother. She remembered her only as a cold, joyless, strict woman who relished every opportunity to chastize both Donna and her father for their faults. Unlike most mothers, Catherine didn’t offer praise for something like a good report card. Instead, she only delivered scorn when her daughter didn’t perform up to her barely reachable expectations.
After years spent trying to please Catherine and wondering why she always failed, Donna finally realized that it was hopeless. Her mother was simply incapable of showing any sort of love. Donna spent her teen years in a much more relaxed frame of mind, worrying only about her own needs and doing only what she wanted. Catherine was not pleased.
But as Donna realized that the problem was with her mother and not with herself, she began to feel increasingly sorry for Walter, her father. She knew he couldn’t have been happy in the marriage, but with a slight pot belly and receding hairline, his better days were behind him. Divorce would only mean being alone, and in that day it was almost a guarantee that custody of a child would go to the mother. He’d been forced to stay married all those years, for Donna’s sake if not his own.
In her late teens, Donna started getting even more rebellious in order to strike back at her mother. Catherine would ground her for weeks, even months, at a time. But Donna would always find a way to sneak out of the house and get herself into more trouble.
More than anything, Catherine worried about what other people thought of her. She took great pride in being a pillar of the community, passing her family off as the All-American standard that everyone else needed to try living up to. Donna was well aware of her mother’s concern with public perception, and she actively went about trying to destroy the image that Catherine had so carefully constructed.
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