Incest/Taboo Mother Was a Real Bitch

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The story contains no sexual innuendo involving minors.

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Dad was the best person I ever met. He worked hard, in his free time helped doing house chores, always spoke in a low tone, and tried to accommodate Mom's and my needs the best he could. For all the above, I loved and cherished the times I spent with him. Unlike him, Mom strutted around the house like a queen, never worked a day in her life, did very little at home, unless you count yoga for 10 minutes at a time, and used all her energy to care about her appearance and complain about everything.

The brunt of her fury was directed at my father: His job didn't pay him enough, and he needed to quit and work elsewhere; his choice of clothes was inadequate; his 6 feet wasn't tall enough, and she towered over him when she used high heel shoes; he was a wimp. You get my point.

She wasn't particularly nice to me, either. My room was a mess; I didn't work hard to get better scores; I could help more around the house; I loved Dad more than her. She was right about the last one, although I never admitted it to her.

Everything escalated when I was a senior in high school. One day, Dad started coughing mildly. We assumed it was a simple virus, the flu, or Covid. A week later, he coughed more frequently, got weaker, and stopped helping at home. Mom chastised him for becoming lazy while she didn't lift a finger. All the house chores were performed by once a weekly cleaning lady and me after school hours. Did Mother bother helping? Of course not. Did she thank me? Dream on. The lady invested all her free time chatting on the phone with anonymous friends, driving to meet buddies, and beautifying herself.

One thing was clear: She was very successful at making herself noticed. She was a 40 year old, 5'8", 132 pounds, with a pretty face, and a gorgeous figure. However, her bitchy behavior prevented me from ever complimenting her about her appearance, which she complained about as well.

Dad's health continued deteriorating until one day, he couldn't take it anymore and went to see his doctor. The physician ordered diagnostic tests. A week later, we were notified Dad had advanced lung cancer. We were devastated. The first one to recover from the revelation was Dad himself. He came to my room, hugged me, and said, "Bruce, let's face it. I'll be gone soon. You'll be the new man of the house, and it will be your job to take care of Mom. She knows nothing about our financial situation or even how to pay the bills. I organized everything for you in the lower drawer of my desk. Over there, you'll find the names and contact numbers of everybody who's involved in our wealth, as well as where and how to deal with everything. You are a smart guy, and I trust you do a good job."

"Dad, I am sorry your health is not good. Is there a possibility the doctors are wrong, or is there an experimental drug that can help?"

He smiled, "I checked, and there is none. The good news: Mom and you will have enough money for many years. I purchased very good life insurance and put money in a savings account and a Vanguard portfolio. Mom doesn't know how wealthy we are because she'd rather spend it on beauty stuff."

"May I ask you a private question?"

"Son, but of course."

"Did Mom always behave like that? Why is she upset and bitter all the time?"

He hugged my shoulder and said, "You are young and barely 18. Life is not always nice or fair. Being happy has nothing to do with how rich, healthy, or even loved a person is. Everything has to do with expectations. Mom was the prettiest girl I ever met. I was the school's football quarterback. We were attracted to each other and spent every free hour playing hanky-panky. We married a year later. In college, I was the great promise, but a nasty tackle cut my career abruptly. It also left me with a severe spinal injury that prevented me from being accepted for most jobs I was hoping to get.

I was disappointed but tried my best to find a work that would allow a decent living for Mom, who was pregnant with you at the time. Mom saw the whole situation differently. All of a sudden, her happy, prosperous life was cut short, and she got stuck with a disabled person. Since it happened with no faults of her own, she didn't deserve the upcoming misfortune. It changed her attitude completely. Since that time, she resented me. Mom also blamed you because she claimed to have divorced me if she weren't pregnant... And the rest is history."

"Dad, it's not your or my fault either. Wouldn't you expect her to overcome her misfortune and communicate better with her loving family members?"

He sighed, "I guess you are right, but what can I say - Mom is different..."

Dad died 3 weeks later. Mom and I mourned him. Mom lay in her bedroom and hardly got out while I had to deal with the relatives and visitors who came by to console us.

When the week was over, in the morning morning, I knocked on Mom's bedroom door. She was watching TV in her room, eating a piece of chocolate cake, and drinking coffee. I was angry - She could have asked me if I wanted or needed something to eat. I resisted and blurted, "I have to go back to school. I'll be back in the afternoon. Are you going to be OK?"

She mumbled, "I feel so miserable. Who is going to care for me now?"

"If you get out of the room and start doing something useful, you'll feel better. We can talk about everything else when I return."

"OK..."

At 4 pm, I arrived home. Nothing was touched or cleaned in the living room, and the kitchen sink had dirty plates and utensils. I found Mom sitting in front of her mirror in her bedroom, wearing a silky robe and putting on makeup and lipstick. The semi-transparent robe could not hide her fantastic assets, and her face was as pretty as ever.

She turned to me, "Bruce, do you think I am attractive?"

I controlled my fury and answered, "Mom, you look terrific, but don't you think you could have done the dishes before admiring your beauty?"

She grinned, "I knew you'd do it after school. We don't have guests, so why hurry?"

I couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Mom, you are very selfish. You do nothing constructive - You do not go to work, do not help at home, and only care about the way you look. Is this the way you plan to continue your life?"

"Why not? Before he died, Dad told me you'd be the man of the house, so I think you should care for me now."

The blood rushed to my head, and I yelled, "You are a real bitch!"

She gazed at me momentarily and then murmured, "I am your mother, and you cannot talk to me like that."

"I can, and I intend to do more than that. I am not Dad, and with me running the show, you'll start earning your living here."

"Bruce, threats do not work on me. If we have money, I do not have to lift a finger, and if the money is not enough, you, as the man of the house, will find a job to support us."

I watched her continue to beautify herself and knew I had to do something drastic. Otherwise, I'd be subjected to her abuse like Dad before.

Without mentioning a word, I left her room, went into the garage, cut a long rope into 4, and returned to her bedroom. Under her watching eyes, I tied them to the 4 posts.

She wondered, "What do you think you are doing?"

I raised Mom on her feet and, despite her resistance, led her to the bed. I lay her on her back and began tying her wrists to the posts. She screamed, "Bruce, are you out of your mind? Let me go at once!"

I ignored her yell and tied her ankles, too. She was now spread-eagled on the bed, covered with the robe.

She stared at me and looked frightened, "What are you doing?"

"You are a nasty bitch who never cared about Dad, about me, and about the house. Since the only thing that interested you was your appearance, I decided to mount a mirror on the ceiling and leave you like that in bed to see yourself nonstop."

Next, I opened her belt and exposed her naked body.

She was stunned and couldn't talk for a while. Then she whined, "What is wrong with you? Leaving your own mother naked and tied in bed..."

I ogled her heavenly body, and my pecker began engorging. I giggled, "Mom, you are very sexy. A cruel witch, but definitely worth fucking."

She cried, "Honey, what happened to you?..."

"Nothing happened to me. I realized you are worthless as a mother or housemaid, but god gave you a perfect body to be a whore, so we'll both enjoy your body."

"You cannot do this to me. Once you free me, I'll call 911."

I laughed, "That's a good reason to leave you like that. If you behave, I might be nice and feed you when I feel like it."

"You are full of it. Let me go, I need to pee."

I sat on a chair near the bed and blurted, "Sorry, Mom, no go. As I said, unless you beg nicely, you are not peeing. You can urinate in bed if you wish. But remember, I am not going to change your sheets."

Mom cried, "I really need to go."

"Go!"

She stared at me with hateful eyes and tightened her lips.

I stood up, stretched my arms, yawned, and said, "I am tired. I go to sleep for 2 or 3 hours. I'll check on you when I wake up."

"You better not do it!"

I left her room and went to mine. I worked on my computer for about 2 hours, hearing no noise coming from her room. Next, I entered her room without knocking. If a look could kill, I would have been dead by now. She said quietly, "Bruce, that's enough. Free me now."

"Mom, do you want me to clean your ears? You'll stay like that for as long as it takes to teach you to be a better person."

"I understand. You are right. Let me go."

"No."

"Now I really have to go to the bathroom."

"Would you prefer to do it on the sheet, or you want me to place a diaper under you?"

"Brucey, you are exaggerating. I misbehaved, and I am sorry, but it's time to go back to normal."

"YOUR normal is one thing I do not wish to go back to. Prove to me you'll change."

"How?"

"Am I the man of the house?"

"Yees..."

"As such, I am responsible for everything at home, including YOUR needs. Isn't that what you tried to say before?"

"Yes, and so far, you are doing a poor job at it."

"I think I'd like to start by taking care of your physical needs."

She smiled, "I am not getting the joke."

"You will. You'll stay in this position without food, drink, or going to the bathroom until I hear you pleading for me to kiss you and play with your awesome tits."

"In your dreams."

I grinned and winked at her, "See you soon, Mom. I'll be in the kitchen, eating. If you change your mind, call me."

As I reached the door, she begged, "Bruce, please don't..."

I ignored her, left her door open, and went to eat. I heated a ready-made dinner, added coffee, and sat in the living room across from her to watch TV. I knew she could smell the fresh coffee and hear me swallowing my food. She was quiet for 15 minutes, and then I heard her cry. I continued eating and focusing on the screen.

Ten minutes later, Mom yelled, "I can't take it anymore. Free me; I need the toilet."

I glanced at her, "As you said before, guests are not coming, so you can go in your bed. I don't mind."

She screamed desperately, "Do you hate me so much that you torture me?"

"Mom, we had our discussion before. You showed no remorse or REAL feelings, so the answer is simple. You'll learn the hard way the consequences of your misbehavior. Now, stop bothering me unless you wish to beg me for the things I want."

She whipped silently. I pretended not to care, belching nonchalantly.

After 10 minutes, I heard her calling me in a low tone. I stood by her door and waited.

She whispered, "I need to pee. Urgently. I'll do what you want."

"I want nothing. Unless I hear you telling me in detail what YOU wish me to do, everything stays the same."

Her large blue eyes seemed different. She hesitated for a minute and then mumbled, "Bruce, please kiss me and touch my breasts..."

"That is much better." I walked toward her and kissed her luscious lips lightly. She did not react. My eyes explored her marvelous C-cup mammaries. The large dark pink areolas surrounded her pointy purple nipples. I cupped both breasts, and she gasped. I began massaging them gently and then kneaded them.

Mom's breathing and pulse accelerated, and she whispered, "Bruce, my girls are very sensitive." I felt my rod stiffening and pushing on the waistband of my briefs. I continued tweaking her tits harder and noticed her legs moved slightly. She tried to pull them together. Was it a sign she needed to pee or it was due to arousal?...

I watched Mom's face. Her eyes were shut, and respiration was shallow. I leaned and whispered, "Are you OK?"

"Noo. I neeed to peee."

I went to the bathroom and brought the bedpan Dad used in his last days. I lifted her body tenderly and placed her on the pan. She didn't talk, just gazed at me.

I said, "If you are waiting for me to leave the room, you are mistaken. I have to ensure you pee into this thing."

Her look said it all. It was a look of giving up. She closed her eyes and peed noisily. When she was done, I cleaned her cunt with toilet paper, doing it gently but moving upward, tweaking her swollen clitoris. She shivered and moaned.

I strolled to the bathroom, dumped the urine in the toilet, and washed the pan thoroughly.

Subsequently, I returned to her room and resumed playing with her tits. She groaned, and her eyes shut again.

After 5 minutes, Mom whispered, "I am thirsty."

"Only if, in return, you'll suck my cock!"

She murmured, "Didn't you humiliate me enough already?"

"Not yet."

She held for a couple of seconds and then mumbled, "OK. I'll do it..."

"Sorry, lady. Either YOU wish to do it or no deal."

"Please, Bruce, allow me to suck you."

I unzipped my fly, lowered my pants and briefs, and exposed my erect cock. Mom opened her eyes and whispered, "Oh god, you are huge. I am not sure if I can take it."

"If you care to drink, better try hard!"

I turned her face in my direction and placed the spongy head on her lips. Her fighting spirit was gone, and she looked defeated. Mom kissed and then licked it. She opened her lips wide and was able to capture the soft head. She milked it mildly and started taking it in. I knew she wouldn't be able to take all of my 7.5". Her head began bobbing my shaft when less than 2" were outside her mouth.

As her oral job intensified, my right hand trailed down from her tit to her tummy and her neat landing strip. She groaned on my cock and bobbed faster. I checked her vulva. The opening was drenched. The lady sucked my cock and became aroused!...

I inserted 2 fingers into her pussy and rubbed the front wall while my thumb flipped her clitty from side to side. Suddenly, her tied body tensed and jolted in the air. Her torso shivered, and her mouth milked my organ savagely. I came within seconds, flooding her mouth with my whitish slime. She wasn't ready and almost choked before recovering, and despite still being in the throes of a powerful orgasm, she managed to swallow my seed.

When I was finished, I was spent but felt like I was on cloud nine...

Mom opened her eyes, glanced at me with a strange smile, and said, "May I have a glass of water, please?"

I joked, "I thought you got a drink already."

She smiled, "I did, but I'd like water too, please." I brought her cold water and let her sip it slowly in bed.

Mom watched my eyes and said, "What will it take to have something to eat?"

"It means I'll have to work in the kitchen to make a meal for you. It's too much, and I am tired. UNLESS you can think of something to motivate me to do it."

Mom giggled, "I think I got your message. Will you be kind and fuck me?"

I faked being shocked, "Mom, how could you suggest such a thing? You wish to bed your own son?"

Mom laughed, "Yes. I'd like to be ravaged by the son of a bitch!"

Hearing her talking dirty, my member started rising again. I mumbled, "Mom, I start liking you..."

"Stop mumbling and do it. You made me horny like I've never felt since my honeymoon. One orgasm was never enough for me. Ride me!"

I grinned, "If you insist..."

Next, I climbed the bed between her shapely thighs and penetrated gingerly into her recently unused cunt. I pounded her tunnel slowly yet hard and heard her moan again. She closed her eyes and murmured, "Your dick is so big... It fills me to the rim..."

I increased the intensity of my strokes, and my palms moved to her swaying tits. Mom began whimpering. I bent on her body and sucked on her hard nipples. She let out a cry, and her body trembled. She underwent another climax. I wasn't in a hurry; after my first orgasm, I was able to maintain a steady pace for a longer time.

I watched her pretty face grimace, and her titties bounced wildly before my eyes. I accelerated further, plowing her narrow pussy ferociously. She alternated cries with wailing. Being tied to the bed prevented her from falling off the bed.

I continued ramming my tumescent cock mercilessly into her vagina for another 15 minutes before spewing my hot lava deep into her womb.

After I was done, I stayed kneeling between her legs and watched her slowly recover. Mom opened her eyes and grinned, "As I said, I wish to eat. However, before that, will you kiss me, please?..."​