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Introduction:

A lonely college boy gets sexual revenge on his terrible mother. Has BDSM including bondage, spanking, and mild violence. Also includes porn, blackmail, smoking, incest, blowjobs, anal sex, and filthy potty play. If any of that would bother you, please read something else.

Anything – Chapter 1 – Anything for Mommy’s Boy

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Author’s note: If you want a plain old love story with kindness and romance, this is NOT it.

If you like most or all of the following, please continue: Alcohol, Anal, Bondage/Spanking/BDSM, Mother-son and bro-sis incest, Non-consent/Blackmail, Oral sex, Pee/golden shower, Poop/scat, Porn, Public sex, Rough sex, Smoking.

You have been warned.

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"Absolutely not! There's no way I'll ever trust you again, Mom! Not after what you did!"

"You know my Kurt was always Mommy's favorite. Have lunch with me and you can see Karen, and little Kimmy and Kelly. I know you want to see your sisters again. Say yes for Mommy, baby."

"Okay, okay, but just lunch!" I hung up and tossed my phone on the dresser angrily. DAMMITT! She was talking down to me, like I was five years old, and it still worked! How the HELL did she always do that?

Before my father passed away he told me that on their second date, Mom blackmailed him into marrying her. She said she'd tell the police he raped her if he didn't. She'd given him enough sex to keep his interest but fucked around with at least three other guys while he was working.

Every Thursday morning she screwed a bartender in the tavern storeroom after they got the weekly delivery, then walked home with a bottle of booze in each hand or a case of beer. For anal favors each week, a jewelry store owner gave her an expensive ring or necklace on every major holiday. She also had an affair with the high school football coach, just for fun. It was a perfect start to her career as a skanky grifter. She got even sluttier after my older sister and I started school, and began screwing some of the neighbors too. She was still my mother and against my better judgement, part of me still instinctively loved her.

I looked through the heap of dirty laundry on my bedroom floor, trying to find something relatively clean to wear. I'd been in a dark mood since Dad passed away three months earlier. At the time, I had more important things to worry about than taking care of myself or the house. Eventually I found a pair of jeans a bit less filthy than the rest, and a shirt that didn't stink too badly. With my college courses and all the doctor appointments, medications, and care Dad needed, I had been busier than I could really handle. I didn't even have a girlfriend since the last time Mom and my sisters left, three years before.

Until I finished my engineering degree a month earlier, jerking off to porn on my computer ten minutes in the morning and ten at night was all the romance I had time for. After, it quickly climbed to four hours of porn a day. I realized I'd been acting like a horny, moody teenager long enough. I desperately needed to get a girlfriend, or at least a better mouse and bigger computer screen. I also needed a job or hobby to occupy my time.

The bell for the back door rang as I was pulling on some semi-clean socks. It was only 10am! Mom had her long red hair fluffed and heavily sprayed, in the style of the 'big hair' 80's rock bands. I thought it looked a little old-fashioned, but still very pretty. I moved a stack of pizza boxes so that I could open the door for her. I reminded myself that since I graduated, I had time. I'd need to clean the place up and take the trash out sometime soon. As I pulled the door open, she pursed her lips and blew on the heart locket I had given her for Mother's Day when I was nine or ten. She wiped it with a tissue. When she let go of it, the shiny pendant fell back to its position between her impressive boobs.

Her black blouse made her skin seem even paler. She wore a pastel green miniskirt and green 3-inch heels, along with light green eye shadow and bright red lipstick, which strongly accentuated the blue green of her eyes and the red of her hair. The upper third of her breasts were exposed, and I could see the shape of her big nipples through her tight top. She wasn't wearing a bra, just something to hold her big breasts up, like honeydews on a shelf. She looked ridiculously hot and sleazy for almost forty.

If any other woman looked like Mom, and looked at me with her facial expression, I'd immediately know that she wanted to fuck me. I'd also be happy to cooperate. I knew my mother was an untrustworthy slut and had to be after something, probably money. She'd run away a few months after she got pregnant with my twin sisters, then kept popping up whenever she was in trouble or broke. Other than their sporadic visits of a few days or weeks, it was just Dad and I since I was 14.

Mom looked up at me with a sexy smile. "I'm so happy to see my baby boy again! You don't know how much Mommy missed you!" The tone in her voice and the look on her face said, "I want to ride you."

"You missed me so much you didn't call for three months? Other than dad's funeral, the last time I heard from you was you asking me for money the day I turned 21! Dad was sick and heartbroken for years, and I had to take care of him until he passed. You put us through hell!"

"I'm so sorry for that, baby, but things can change. Can we come in, please?" I noticed her perfume, something musky with citrus. I liked it.

"Ok, but just lunch."

"Of course, sweetie."

"So where should we order food from?"

"I'll cook for you. I've learned a lot since the charcoal birthday cake."

I laughed, as I remembered my 6th birthday. She had cut the burnt outside of the cake away, but it had still tasted like ashes with frosting.

She kissed my cheek and turned to my older sister. "Set the groceries in the fridge for now, Karen. We need to clean up a little before we cook." I was surprised they brought groceries instead of asking me for money. I wondered, 'What's she up to?'

As Mom walked around the kitchen, I could see a bit of lacy black panties at the bottom of her short little green miniskirt, and a little of her butt cheeks a few times. She was a nasty slut, no question about it. I was disgusted at myself for being turned on a little.

My older sister Karen was dressed much more conservatively, wearing a light blue dress that only revealed a small bit of her more modest cleavage and fell to just below her knees. Her long red mane descended in a ponytail to the middle of her back, and she wore only a little makeup. She had stolen money from me, but only once. I didn't have enough fingers and toes to count Mom's various thefts and scams. Mom's antics had made Karen's life very tough too. She was my sister, and I still cared about her.

Kimmy and Kelly were seven years old, and cute little bundles of energy. Kelly grabbed a lipstick from Mom's purse, snuck up behind Kim, and put a smear of red on her cheek. Kim objected and gave chase, "Hey! Why did you do that?"

The two of them ran around the kitchen table, getting in the way, as Mom and Karen cleaned the place up. I grabbed Kelly as she tried to sprint past me. I hugged her tightly with my left arm, pinning her elbows to her sides. I took the lipstick away and drew a smiley face on her forehead. Kim and I laughed like crazy, and Karen and Mom joined in.

Kelly struggled and complained; "What did you do to me?"

I set her down. "Go look in the mirror."

Kelly laughed too, then cleaned it off.

Karen informed me, "Mom let them have sugary cereal for breakfast again, and they've been nothing but trouble. Kim, Kelly, go do something outside with him, you're just getting in the way. Lunch will be ready in two hours."

I asked, "Two hours?"

Mom explained, "Chicken parm takes some time if you make it from scratch."

I LOVED chicken parmigiana, but I wasn't going to fall for her tricks. "That sounds good, but you're still leaving after lunch."

She smiled, "Of course, baby."

Kelly asked, "Can we go to the pool? We haven't been swimming in a long time!"

Kim held my hand and tried to pull me toward the door. "Yeah, can we go swim? PLEASE!"

I didn't see why not. "Fine. Do you have swimsuits?"

"No. Can you get us some?"

I had plenty of money, but I was a bit suspicious. I knew Mom and maybe Karen would try getting money from me, but I didn't think the two little ones were like that, at least not yet. Some clothes would be far from breaking the bank.

"Sure. Grab some towels from one of the bathrooms." They ran around looking, but there were no clean towels in the house either.

"Fine, towels and swimsuits."

Karen reminded me, "And sunscreen. The little brats burn easily."

"Ok, let's go."

After a quick shopping trip, we went to the big public pool a few miles away. In addition to the items the girls needed, I bought a big bag of candy that I'd give them when they left. It would be a treat for them, and a little payback for Mom. I smiled to myself, imagining Mom going crazy as the two of them ran around yelling.

I sat in a chair by the edge of the pool. I saw them splashing each other and playing with some other kids. An unattractive bleach-blonde woman a year or two older than me walked up, leading a young boy by the hand. She commented, "Looks like your daughters are having a lot of fun. They're cute."

"Sisters, not daughters. I got stuck babysitting."

"Oh. Well, have fun."

I noticed she had a mark on her ring finger, but no ring. She must have divorced recently. I mused, "Another single mom, out to get what she can." She got in the pool with her boy and glanced at me frequently, but I did my best to ignore her.

My attention was drawn to a sexy brunette lifeguard on the other side of the pool. She had a nice face, some moderate but perfectly round breasts, and a smooth flat belly. I could also see the shape of her small camel toe and a patch of dark pubic hair through her thin white bikini bottoms. I might have talked to her, if she wasn’t obviously 18 or 19. I was 22 and wanted a woman instead of a kid.

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In my suspicion, I partly expected Mom and Karen to have run off again, taking anything of value from the house. When we returned home, there had been a miraculous transformation. The kitchen and living room were organized and nearly spotless. I heard the clothes dryer and the washer both running, along with the dish washer. Wonderful aromas filled the air, freshly made marinara, bread baking, and chicken frying on the stove.

Mom said, "It's almost ready. Go change back to your other clothes and put your swimsuits in the laundry, girls."

Karen took me aside and quietly told me their situation in the living room. "Mom's boyfriend caught her cheating and threw us out last night. We slept in the car a couple miles away, then went back to get our stuff when he left for work. We got groceries with the last of the social security money she got from Dad. We have almost nothing!"

She put her hand on my shoulder, and a tear sat at the corner of her eye. "If you won't forgive me or Mom, please at least think of Kimmy and Kelly. Will you take the girls in, please? Or if you could at least get them a computer and some clothes they can wear when school starts?"

"I... I'll have to think about it."

She kissed my cheek and hugged me. "Please, little brother? They still love you, and I do too."

"Okay, I'll help you and the girls out. You three can stay here. But Mom?" I let out a big sigh, took a deep breath, then growled like an angry dog.

Karen giggled. "I know exactly what you mean!"

We enjoyed an excellent meal. There was a Mediterranean-style salad, chicken parmesan, tortellini, and fresh bread with garlic-flavored olive oil. I hadn't eaten so well in years!

When I was finished, Mom walked around to me. She leaned over giving me a great view down the front of her top, and said, "Come talk to me a minute, please." Her anti-gravity mystery was revealed to me, she did indeed wear a black half-cup bustier beneath her top. I could also tell her large nipples were a dark shade of pink, nearly red. She led me into the bedroom she used to share with my father. "Have a seat." She nudged me toward the bed, as she locked the door.

"You don't trust me, and I understand why. I know you're still hurt and angry. I also heard you haven't had a girlfriend in years." I just nodded, sadly and silently.

"Mommy can make everything better. If you let us stay with you and be a family again, Mommy will do anything you want. After the twins are asleep, you can do whatever you want with me. Anything at all." She took her blouse off and I could see most of her breasts, including her half-lime sized nipples and dark pink areolas.

She removed her skirt and stood facing mostly away from me. "If you're still mad at Mommy, you can spank her." She slapped her ass lightly, as I stared at the delicacies exposed at the edges of her black bustier and panties.

"If you're horny, you can use my mouth. Or the wet hole you were born from. Does my boy want to crawl back inside Mommy dick first?" She puckered her lips and took a cigarette from her purse. I watched carefully, as she lit it and took a big puff. The sucking motion was VERY suggestive.

I knew what she was doing and wasn't going to fall for it. "There's no way I'll ever trust you, after all you did! And... and you're my Mom! Us having sex would be disgusting!" It bothered me that it took so long for me to realize the second part of my statement.

She had an answer and pointed to my crotch. "I'm glad my boy grew up to have a big dick! His big cock thinks it would be fun. I think my boy should listen to his dick!" She giggled and lightly stroked the tent in my jeans. "If you don't trust Mommy, you'll have to tie her to the bed, so you can use her body any way you want. Even her tight little butt. Anything." She kissed the tip of my nose, laid across my lap in only her underwear, and slapped her ass again. She took a big puff from her cigarette and blew the smoke in my face.

She saw I was surprised and very dubious. "Don't you want to be a bad boy, and fuck your naughty Mommy? And stuff her ass after you spank it? I know you'll let us stay, so you can be a dirty boy, and use your Mommy's sexy body every night. Right, sweetie?"

I DESPERATELY wanted that, but venting the years of hurt and anger was even more important. I slapped her butt cheeks over and over, telling her about my pain, and how much I missed out on.

She excited and disturbed me with, "Yes! Spank your dirty slut! Be a man for me! Be my strong, handsome, sexy man!"

I let out the emotions that I bottled up far too long, spanking her, and telling her what I felt.

"I hate you so much! I missed you so much! I loved you and Karen, and the twins, and you took that away! You're so hot and sexy, but I can't fuck you, because you're my Mom! I can't trust you! I had a happy life, and you ran off and wrecked it! After years you came back, made me and Dad happy, then abandoned us again! You hurt us so bad!"

By the time I finished, both of my hands and most of her butt were bright red. The rest of her ass was purple and starting to bruise. The anger faded away and I cried like a little kid. She got up and sat next to me, holding my face to her cleavage. Mom was crying from the pain, but said; "It's ok, sweetie. Mommy will make everything ok. Just suck on me, like when you were a baby."

I held her and sucked on one of her big nipples. She stroked my hair, comforting me. "There, there, it's all right. I'll fix the problem in your pants, too. I got the birth control implant, so no more babies for three years. You can do whatever you want."

She unzipped me and started stroking my penis through my boxers. It felt very good, and I wanted more, a lot more. As I tried to nurse from her, I put a hand between her legs. Her panties were soaked, and she pushed the side of my hand against her slit forcefully.

"Mmmmm! Yeah! Make me come! Be Mommy's hot stud!"

Suddenly I was terrified that she'd take all my happiness away again. I jumped up. "Stop it! Finish cleaning the house! Have the twins help. I need to talk to Karen."

I zipped up quickly and stormed out of the bedroom. I saw Karen unloading the dishwasher. "Come talk to me outside a minute." I led her to the swing set in the back yard.

"Sis, do you remember when Dad set this up, and pushed us on the swings for the first time?"

"Yeah. That was a great day! I think I was six, and you must have been five." She reached and held my hand.

I told her, "Mom made me an offer, and I don't think I should take it. You know we can't trust her. It's tempting, but..."

Karen said, "Did she offer you blowjobs, if she could stay here? She told me she was thinking about it."

I nodded, as I turned red. "As much as I want."

She reminded me, "You know that'll last a week, maybe a month, until she finds a drug dealer or hot ex-con to run away with. And she'll take all your money too."

"You're probably right. But it's so tempting, I'm a little worried about my sanity."

My big sister followed as I went to the safe in my closet and gave her two thousand in cash. "This is just for the twins. Help them get clothes and a laptop for school. Don't give Mom any of it, not a cent!"

She kissed me on the cheek. "I should use some to get more groceries. The kitchen is nearly empty, and the mountain of boxes by the back door told me you're probably sick of pizza and Chinese?"

I opened the safe again and gave her another five hundred. "If I eat rice or pizza again this year, it'll be too soon! Take your time shopping. I'm gonna try Mom out, before I tell her 'No'."

Karen laughed and went to find the twins.

I called Mom to the big bedroom and had her strip as I locked the door. I tied her wrists and ankles to the bed with some of dad's old neckties and stuffed my underwear in her mouth as I finished undressing. I saw she was very nervous. I asked her, "So will you stay with me, always?"

She nodded furiously.

"And will you do anything I want, any time?"

She nodded again.

"Good. And you understand that I need to punish you for what you did? You'll still love me, no matter what I do today?"

She looked afraid but nodded again. To me, getting my feelings out was even more important than fixing my arousal issue. I yelled dozens of obscenities at her, pinched her nipples painfully hard, and slapped the sides of her face. I even pinched her clit, making her scream into the boxers in her mouth, then cry.

"You hurt me and the family so bad, you untrustworthy slut! Do you like how it feels! That's what I felt like! You didn't hit me, but you made me hurt even worse! You were supposed to love us, but you tore apart our family!" I took the flyswatter from the wall and hit her with it, smacking nearly everything from her toes to her neck.

I started to cry, matching her tear for tear. "You made us suffer so much! So much!" I sobbed and started blubbering like a toddler. "You hurt me, Mommy! So bad! Why did you hurt me so bad!"

I cuddled up to her and rested my face between her breasts, enjoying the calming feeling. I sucked one of her nipples a moment then said, "I just wanted to love my sisters and my Mommy! Never take your love away again! Never!" I fell asleep with the side of my face in her cleavage.

She shook me awake an hour later, as she tried to yell through the dirty underwear. "UMMMFFF! EEMMFFF!"

I pulled them out, and she begged; "Please! I need to pee! And I'm SO THIRSTY!"

I untied her and was terribly ashamed, as I saw red marks on her chest and belly and small bruises on her legs. I was glad I hadn't left any marks on her face or arms, so she would be able to go out in public.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I shouldn't have hurt you so much! You were terrible to us, but..."

She cut me off, as she jumped up and ran for the bathroom. "Come and watch Mommy pee, like a dirty boy!"

I watched as the urine left her pussy. It felt disgusting and naughty, watching the yellow liquid spray from the opening that birthed me, but also very sexy.

"I still love my baby boy. Just don't hurt Mommy again, sweetie."

I shook my head slowly. "No. I'm sorry. I was just remembering so much pain and unhappiness."

She suggested, "If you're still upset and you have to pee too, you can get out some more of your anger. Pee on your dirty Mommy. Piss in her face!" She closed her eyes and held her mouth open.

I was more than happy to, and sprayed a little into her nose, some in her mouth, and most of it into her hair.

She spit my urine into the sink, drank a glass of water, then took a small box out of the medicine cabinet.

I asked, "What's this?"

"Mommy should empty her dirty butt, so her big man can fuck it. They're suppositories, to make me poop. Put some in Mommy's ass."

"How many?"

"It depends on how fast you want it to come out."

I wanted to buttfuck her soon! I didn't care if it was messy, or painful for her. I slid the first waxy pellet in and moved the tip of my finger around inside her anal ring. It felt extremely dirty, having a finger in my mother's asshole. I slid in another suppository, and then a third.

She said, "With more than one, I better stay in the bathroom. Bring Mommy her cigarettes, baby."

I handed her a lighter and pack of cigarettes, saying; "Lean over the sink and smoke, while I play with your butt and pussy some more."

I played with her firm ass cheeks and butthole, and gradually stuffed in three more suppositories.

I watched her suck in the smoke, as I rubbed her pussy lightly and noticed she was getting wet. I rubbed the head of my cock around the edges to get it slippery, and slid it into her cunt. I stayed in as far as I could go, enjoying the warm, wet sensations, as I watched her smoke in the mirror. I started moving out each time she sucked, imagining the feeling of her mouth on me, as I slowly fucked my mother from behind. She finished her cigarette and tossed it into the toilet.

I felt something moving against my cock, inside her body. A moment later I felt more movement and heard a quiet gurgling noise. In the mirror, I saw Mom's eyes suddenly widen. "Kurt! I have to..." I pulled out of her pussy and quickly stuffed my cock halfway into her ass. "No, you don't. I'll cork it for you."

"Ow! Aaagh! Just hold it! Hold it there a minute!"

I felt another movement within her and heard more noises from her bowels.

I told her to light up again, and she did. I watched the thin stream of white leave her mouth, in the already smoky bathroom.

"Kurt! I feel SO FULL! Aaagh! Please!"

"Not yet! Take your time smoking, while I spank your ass from the inside." It was wet, tight, and terribly dirty. I felt a little of her slimy poop escaping around my shaft, and down our legs.

I slid in and out, being careful to stay in far enough to contain most of the impending sludge avalanche.

In and out I stroked, over and over, as I watched her sucking on her cigarette.

"Please, Kurt! I'm so full it hurts! Ungn! Ow!"

I picked her up and stepped into the shower carefully, with her ass still impaled on me. "You can shit once I cum! Tell me how much you love it!"

"Yeah, baby! Stuff my filthy ass! I love it in my dirty butt! Please! Buttfuck your Mommy! Fuck Mommy's ass like a bad boy!"

I pulled out as I came, spraying spunk onto her back, to go with the nasty filth exploding out of her tight dirthole.

"Ungh! UH! YEAH!"

I slid back into her warm, dirty ass, and continued to fuck until I felt another climax approaching.

I opened my eyes and saw the terrible mess. There was liquified feces all over our legs and feet, and the lower part of the shower walls. I turned the water on, and quickly washed and rinsed my cock, so that I could go back to her cunt. I only held out for about ten strokes in her pussy, before shooting off again.

We washed each other well. I French kissed her as I massaged her big tits, and slowly fucked her from the front. We washed a final time, as I saw my semen running down her labia and thighs.

After drying with a clean towel for the first time in a week, I sat on the edge of the bed with her kneeling on the floor in front of me. As we waited for Karen and the twins to return, she gave me a wonderful smoky blowjob, and I looked in her pretty green eyes as she swallowed.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you too. And I love fucking you, baby."

We cuddled nude on the bed at least another hour, before I realized the girls weren't coming back. I went to my room and saw the safe was empty and open! Karen must have seen me dialing the combination and returned to empty it! The last thing Karen told me, before she ran away with the twins, was "Thank you so much! We'll be back with groceries soon. I love you."

She had kissed me on the lips and given me a hug. I thought she would be back in a few hours, but I wouldn't see her or the twins again for years!

I cried again, as I walked to tell Mom the news. "After I gave her money, and offered to let them stay here, Karen stole over twenty thousand from me! How could she! I loved her, and I trusted her!"

The amount of money wasn't the issue. After dad's will and selling the rights to his patents, I had fifty grand in the bank and several million in investments. It would have hurt me the same if she stole fifty dollars, or fifty thousand. She lied to me and betrayed my trust! Karen didn't really love me!

Days later, I realized it had been a double deception, and Mom had played a big part. If Mom didn't know Karen planned to run off, she would have been worried about the twins, or at the least angry Karen stole her car. Mom had known Karen was going to rip me off and didn't warn me! By the time I figured that out, it didn't really matter.

Mom pulled me to her naked body, saying; "I'll make you feel better. It's ok, baby. Mommy will do whatever you want. Anything for Mommy's boy."

When I finished crying, I sucked one of her nipples until I fell asleep in her arms.

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I was in the middle of a sexy dream as I woke up the next morning, cumming into my mother's mouth. I played with her long red hair as she swallowed my semen, then licked my nuts.

She stared at my cock, saying; "I think this is the best thing I ever made! Your father had a big one, but yours is even longer, and it feels even better inside me! I love you so much!" She kissed my dick, instead of my face.

She moved to lay next to me and lit up. "I hope you don't mind if I smoke, while we watch the morning news?" She knew I loved watching her smoke.

She clicked a few buttons on the remote, and a threesome porn video started. She giggled. "That's not the news. Oh well." She tossed the remote on the dresser and took a big puff from her cigarette, as two nude women licked a man's nipples on the screen.

I said, "I guess it'll do." I climbed on top of her, slid my cock between her thighs, and slowly rocked my hips, searching for her slit with my cockhead.

As I entered her, the tv showed a woman licking the other one's pussy, as the man said; "See, I told you it would taste good."

I had a flash of memory. I'd heard my mother tell somebody that a long time ago.

When the woman on the bottom came, the one licking her declared; "Mmmmm! It's great!" I vaguely remembered another woman saying that, also a long time ago. I had a major insight. Mom and Dad liked watching porn, and I accidentally found a movie that her and Dad made once. Maybe there was video of Mom doing something that I could use as leverage! I'd taken a box of dad's porn videos from his closet after he passed, and put them next to my desk, planning to watch them. I got grossed out when the first one I saw was him licking Mom's ass. After that shocking surprise, I learned to depend on internet porn. I'd have to risk being grossed out again and watch the thirty tapes and the two dozen DVD's.

Mom complained; "I know the movie isn't great, but if you fall asleep before you finish screwing me, that's a big insult."

"Sorry." I picked up the pace, enjoying the wet pressure on my shaft, and shot off soon after she reached orgasm.

After a little rest, I said; "Let's get a shower, then some breakfast."

"I'll do what I can, Kurt. But I think the only things left in the fridge are half a bottle of mustard and an apple."

"Argh! Ok, shower, then grocery store."

For my beginning of a plan to have a chance, I'd have to keep her with me long enough. I'd be as nice as I could, so she wouldn't run off before I found the leverage I needed. At the store she asked if she could get a bottle of wine, and I got four. She asked for a pack of cigarettes, so I got her a carton. Buying her things was fine, but I knew if she had a chance to get a significant amount of cash, or anything expensive she could sell, she'd probably be gone.

I even got her a bouquet of flowers. A sincere smile came to her face, and she whispered; "That's so sweet of you, baby! Thank you!" It felt great to have a loving, totally honest moment with her.

I sadly realized that it should have been ordinary, instead of great.

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We had a few glasses of wine after dinner and started reminiscing about the 'good old days', before she ran off the first time.

"Do you remember when you were five, and Karen brought a pitcher of water to the sandbox?"

"She told me you mix powder with water to make hot cocoa, and we had lots of powder in the sandbox. She got me to taste dirt!"

"It was SO FUNNY! You ran around the yard, yelling and spitting mud!"

After our second glass of wine, I filled hers to the top, and mine only a quarter of the way.

On our fourth 'glass', I said; "Or the time Karen wanted to be a blonde, and smeared yellow finger paint in her hair?"

Mom laughed with me. "That was so bad! It took half an hour to wash it out! There were still yellow flecks a week later! Hahahahaha!"

The last sip spilled from her glass onto the floor. "Or the time you caught me in bed with the couple across the street, but you were so tired from work, you thought they were the kids! They snuck out once you fell asleep! HAHAHAHAH!" She was so drunk, she thought she was talking to my deceased father, and laughing about blatant adultery.

She fell off her chair and said "Pee, I need to pee!" She started crawling away from the bathroom, instead of toward it. I helped her to the toilet, then got her to bed. She was snoring by the time I had her bra off.

Having sex with her unconscious body didn't really appeal to me, so I got to work instead, fast-forwarding through several hours of bad homemade porn. Most of it was Mom having sex with men. I recognized a few of them as living nearby, but I didn't know any of their names. Half the town already knew she was a cheating slut, so there wasn't any leverage there.

I was about to give up when I hit the jackpot. I was quickly sad, disgusted, and angry.

In the video Mom slurred her words, as she drunkenly said; "See, I told you it would taste good." The camera shook a little, but you could clearly see my sister Karen licking her vagina! She was 23 now, but only looked 18 or 19 in the video.

When she finished, Karen looked unhappy and unconvincingly said; "Mmmmm. It's great."

A man's large hand patted Mom's shoulder at the edge of the screen. Off camera, my GRANDFATHER'S VOICE said; "If I can do your asses, I'll give you another thousand apiece."

I was absolutely horrified! I vomited a little into the back of my throat, gagged, and forced myself to swallow.

In the background, I saw Grandpa's bowling trophies! They had recorded it in my grandparent's bedroom! I must have half-heard it in my sleep while I was staying on the couch there at Christmas time! I had been five steps away, and could have stopped it, if only I had known!

But I had my leverage. I copied the video to my hard drive and a memory stick. Before going to bed, I hid the memory stick in a place Mom would never look, behind some of my engineering manuals in the hall bookcase. Unless it involved money, anything with math tended to confuse and annoy her.

I undressed and crawled into bed with my mother, taking the time to give her passed-out body a good butt-fucking before I dozed off.

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After breakfast and coffee, I suggested; "Come back to bed. Let's watch the news again."

She laid on her belly and lit a cigarette, as I put in the DVD.

I climbed on and slid into her, before I skipped to the part I wanted and hit 'Play'.

I reached under her and grabbed her breasts, as she realized what the video was.

She yelled and struggled to get up. "NO! KURT! It wasn't like that! UH! Let me go! NO! NO!" She started to cry, and fought to get away, but I held her tightly.

"Relax, Mom. Just relax. I have other copies, too. Do you want me to show Grandma and put this on the internet, where all your friends can see? You're going to stay with me forever and do anything I want. Anything, forever."

"NO! AAHHGGHH!" I laid atop her, pinning her firmly to the mattress. As she struggled, my cock got a nice workout in her slippery twat.

"You can't win, Mom. Grandpa's been gone a couple of years, but do you think Grandma will keep you in her will if she sees it? Five million plus, right down the toilet! Grandma would never leave any of the money to you. If this went public, do you think Karen would ever forgive you either?"

"I... but..."

"Just relax, Mom. If you make me happy, you can be happy too. But the day you run off, the video goes all over the internet and I show Grandma and your brothers. What would Uncle Al and Uncle Henry do if they saw this?"

My cock slipped out as she protested, "But you don't understand! We had to do it! The movies got us groceries and rent!"

"Movies? More than one? And you think money is more important than your kids? Why am I even surprised!"

"But it wasn't my fault! I had no other way to get money!"

"It's called a JOB, Mom! You should have gotten a job! Or at least done a porno with PEOPLE YOU WEREN'T RELATED TO!" I paused a moment. "You can be my girlfriend. If I'm nice to you and take care of you, will you stay forever and do what I want? Make me happy, and be happy yourself? Can you live here and be my sexy pet?"

I smiled as she cried and gave in. "Okay. Anything for Mommy's boy."

I reached under her and squeezed her big tits as she smoked, fucking her ass until I couldn't anymore, shooting cum into her colon three times. I fell asleep still inserted.

We had doggy style sex when I woke at lunch time, she gave me a smoky blowjob in the afternoon, then we screwed missionary style on the sofa while we watched porn after supper. In the shower before bed, I asked her to lick and tongue-fuck my ass. "Anything for Mommy's boy."

It felt so great to have her tongue in my butt that I have her jerk me off and rim me nearly every day. Nothing says your Mommy loves you better than her licking your asshole as she strokes your dick.

The next week I took her to Europe on vacation and we went to a nude beach. When I asked if I could screw her in front of a few dozen strangers, it was super-hot to hear her answer. "Anything for Mommy's boy." Our audience enjoyed the show, but experienced only a slight fraction of the ecstatic joy I did, as I pulled out of Mom’s sopping twat and soiled her belly with a large load of semen.

After a few months, the guilt started to pile up and bother me. I told her, "If you want to leave me, you can go. I think you paid what you owed me. I'll destroy the video."

She said, "That's okay. I love you and I like making you happy. I love how my little boy grew into a man."

Mom gently squeezed my package. "MY man, with a BIG dick that I made." She smiled, then started to suck it.

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