SLEEPING?

My Mom was a bitch ... a dominating, humiliating, denigrating bitch. Dad took it for two decades, but finally had his fill. One day when I was thirteen, he fled the house. He came home in the middle of a work day, packed up and moved across town. Mom beat him up in the divorce, pretty much the same way she beat him up all their married life.

There were five of us in the family at that time: mom and dad (Lydia and Joseph Corbett), my older brother Chris, then my sister Bianca and finally the youngest, me - Benji. Mom ruled our family. My sister Bianca didn't have any problems with that. Mom loved her. She got the best of everything and grew up to be just like Mom. As far as I could tell, my sister was the only person Mom was nice to - the rest of the world, including us, received her wrath.

My older brother, Chris, got out when he was nineteen - sort of. He went to college out of state and met a woman worse than Mom. She treated him like a slave. At the wedding, Mom and Chris's wife went at it and we never saw Chris again, though Chris and I kept up a clandestine e-mail contact.

That left me.

The thing was, from my earliest memories, Mom and I had fought. For some freaky reason, I never knuckled under to her. When I was young, I had tantrums until she gave up. As I got older, I fought her with sarcasm. When she punished me, I found creative ways to resist. In seventh grade, Mom decided that I was personalizing my clothing too much (I was emulating Bianca), so she boxed up all my old clothes and made me dress like a dork.

I snuck into the bathroom before homeroom, stripped down to my underwear, threw away my clothes and went to class. When my teacher, somewhat aghast, asked me where my clothes were I told her my Mother wouldn't give me anything fit to wear. The Vice-Principle at my school called Mom at work - she was Vice Principle at the local High School back then - and she had to come and get me.

To say she was furious would have been an understatement. She took me home, made me dress again, and then started driving me back to school. Half way there, I began stripping. She insisted that I was going to go to school dressed as I was. I informed her there were plenty of trashcans about the place. In retrospect, I was amazed she didn't strangle me.

We fought that evening until Dad got home. She jumped on him, telling Dad it was all his fault. He tried to mediate, explaining that all I wanted to do was have the freedom of choice Mom offered Bianca - she was only two years older than me. She blew up at Dad, berating him in front of us three kids. It was hardly shocking, since it happened all the time, nor were we surprised that he soon left forever.

That night, Mom had Chris and Dad take everything out of my room but my bed. Once she thought she was one up on me and had left me in peace, I snuck over to Chris's room and asked to use his computer. I told him that Mom hadn't said I 'couldn't' use it, so he grinned and let me on for an hour. The next morning, she had the VP meet me coming off the bus, but I was one step ahead.

I had tossed my clothes out of the window on the way there. This kind of struggle pretty much went on for the next seven years. I never gave an inch. Mom took her anger over the divorce out on me. When Chris was gone for good, things got even worse. Not that she needed an excuse. To add to my problems, Bianca began piling it on me when Dad left, too.

When Bianca began belittling me when we were in high school at the same time, I countered by referring to her as the 'conceited cunt' in person and on the phone to her friends. Once, she decided to get back at me by jumping me with some of her friends at home when I was coming out of the shower with a towel around my waist.

My cock wasn't going to earn me the name Tripod, but I have plenty to be proud of down there. The friends and Bianca all started to mock me, but then they saw what I was packing and stopped. Next they began giggling and whispering to one another, all except Bianca who seemed stunned. I shrugged, walked back to my room naked and slammed the door shut.

Bianca told Mom that I 'flashed' her friends. Despite the absurdity of the accusation, she believed Bianca, so I lost internet privileges for a week. I got back at Bianca by giving her a diarrheic in her soda before her hot date that Friday night. She came home early and, while she suspected me, she couldn't prove anything.

Those experiences pretty much led up to the weekend when Bianca brought her year-long boyfriend, Todd, home from college to meet Mom. One look in his eyes and I could tell this wasn't his idea. Mom and Bianca talked about him like he was a prize cut of meat. He was relatively intelligent and complemented my sister's good looks, the latter of which was what I thought my sister saw in him.

We were all downstairs in the basement, with Mom and Bianca talking at the bar while Todd and I sat on the sofa watching something on Natural Geographic (it was 'safe' to watch). I noticed Todd sigh quietly.

"What's wrong, Todd?" I asked softly.

"Oh, just a lot to take in," he grinned weakly.

"This was Bianca's idea, wasn't it?" I queried.

"Ummm - yes," he confessed. "Not that I mind."

"Dude, it is not going to get better," I warned him.

"What?" he blinked.

"Oh yeah, she's going to freaking take over your life. Forget doing anything you want to do," I cautioned him. "You've met her Mother, you know what she's like now, so get out while you can."

"What? Seriously?" he mumbled.

"Oh, absolutely," I sighed. "They ruined my Father and older brother. I'm only hanging around until I graduate college, then I'm out of here too. At least I'm getting out under my own power and not fleeing in desperation."

"Bianca has another brother? I know you have a Father - she says he abandoned your family years ago," he informed me.

"Nope. Dad lives right across town," I chuckled softly. "I see him occasionally. As for our brother; his name is Chris and he married a woman worse than Mom and Bianca. She treats him like a dog, or did last time we talked."

"You're not pulling my leg, are you?" he worried. "Bianca says you are a brat."

"I'll let you make up your own mind about that," I shrugged. "I thought I would warn you before you make the worst mistake of your life. Trust me, no pussy is worth it, if you end up becoming a member of this family."

Bianca interrupted further conversation between Todd and me, but Mom and Bianca spent the rest of the day reinforcing the warning I had given him. After dinner, he informed Bianca they were going out for the evening. Bianca nixed that idea, Todd insisted and Mom and Bianca ganged up on him. Todd got up from the table angrily.

"Damn," Todd threw up his arms, "Benji was right about you two. I'm out of here." He grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the place. Bianca ran after him. I didn't admire Todd's timing, or phrasing, but I accepted his choice to avoid his fate by running away.

"What did you do?" Mom spun on me.

"I told him to run for his life. No sex was worth the misery he'd be going to go through if he stayed with Bianca," I grinned.

"How dare you stand between your sister and her happiness," she snarled.

"Mom, your and Bianca's happiness comes at the suffering of others and I'm not going to be an accomplice to that," I shook my head mirthfully.

"Shut up, you bastard," Mom snapped. "Go to your room."

"Sure - whatever," I shrugged. My room had stopped being a prison cell for some time by then. Dad had been slipping me cash since shortly after the divorce, so I had bought my own inexpensive computer and a game consol.

I had barely started things up when I heard Bianca slamming the door. She wasn't crying, she was screaming in rage. She spent the next ten minutes trying to reach Todd on the phone. After the first time she harangued him, he stopped answering. Once Mom finished consoling her, Bianca came up to settle my hash.

My door flew open, but I ignored her.

"You ruined my weekend on purpose," she yelled.

"Yeah - whatever," I responded with my back still to her. She stomped up to my chair and spun me around.

"Listen to me, God-damn it!" she virtually spat in my face.

"You are not allowed in my room," I calmly stated.

"What? I'll come into your fucking room if I feel like it," she seethed.

"You've had a bad day, so I'm feeling generous," I told her as I stood up. My sister is blonde and leggy, so with her pumps on we were close to eye-to-eye. "Walk out right now and I'll forget that you were ever here."

She tried to slap me across the face but I caught her wrist, twisted it behind her back and pulled her with me as I fell back to a seat on my bed. Bianca struggled as I pulled her over my lap, ass up.

"Let go of me, you little cocksucker," she barked. Not likely. I started spanking her ass as hard as I could. I was sick of my sister's shit after all these years.

Ten licks later and Bianca was sobbing. I dumped her on the floor, stepped over her and returned to my chair. As Bianca pushed up onto all fours, Mom came through the doorway.

"Benji, what the hell did you do to your sister - again?" she accused me.

"I am tired of her thinking she can barge in here every time she feels likes it," I turned to face Mom.

"So I bent her over my knee and spanked her," I finished.

"Benji," Mom trembled with rage.

"Mom, you've already sent me to my room. I'm paying for my internet hook up," I sighed. "What else are you going to do to me?"

"You barely finished your freshman year; Summer Break has just started for you, Mister," Mom glowered. "If you want me to pay for your sophomore year, you had better get with the program. Now apologize to your sister."

Of all the things Mom had threatened me with, she'd never jeopardized my educational future. She was a freaking educator herself. "Are you serious?" I stared at her.

"You had better bet I am," she glared.

"On your knees, Sleazebag," Bianca sneered vindictively.

"You have fucked with our lives for the last time," Mom drove home the threat.

"I apologized, Bianca," I said flatly.

"On your knees," Bianca gloated. I took a deep breath, slid off the chair and got down on my knees before her.

"I apologize, Bianca," I repeated.

"That will do, Mom," Bianca wiped off a residual tear and smiled at my Mother. "I need to borrow your car and go get Todd back." Bianca had destroyed the last car Mom bought her a few weeks ago. She'd never changed the oil and ignored the 'Check Engine' light until the engine seized up. Mom would get her a new one this summer - no doubt.

Turning back to me she added, "We aren't done yet." I had to agree to that. I just didn't know how I would get even yet. Bianca took Mom's car and got yanked by the Highway Patrol for doing 110 mph in a 65 mph zone, all of which was a well-deserved end to her weekend plot against Todd. Mom took it out on me.

She would have taken my car to help Bianca out - but it was my car; bought and paid for with money from my job my senior year in high school (and with a little help from Dad.) Plus, I threatened to report it stolen if she took it. I ended driving her up to get Bianca, putting up with their combined crap for the drive to her college to drop her and then the long trip back - the woman wouldn't pay for a motel room.

It did give me time to think. In the end, hanging around was no longer worth it. I had stuck it out because I wanted a good education. Mom had stopped mothering years ago and I certainly didn't want to be hanging around when Bianca came back from Summer School. When we returned to the house around 2 a.m., I informed Mom of my decision.

"In the next month, I'm moving out," I related to her in a tired voice.

"You too, you ungrateful little bastard?" she grumbled.

"Has it ever occurred to you that you drive people away, Mom?" I met her gaze. "Dad chooses to live in a one room apartment and Chris accepted wearing a leash and collar in his own house as a better life than spending another minute with you."

"That's bullshit," she snapped. "Men enjoy my company just fine. I have a date tomorrow - later today - if you must know." I didn't know because she never told me her social calendar.

"Well Mom, you are gorgeous and relatively wealthy. Keep your mouth shut and you should do well," I grinned.

"Shut up," she demanded. I did because I was tired and I really wanted to sleep. The next morning I learned that Todd had really broken off the relationship with Bianca - he had unfriended her on Facebook and listed his status as single - go Todd! Mom gave me hell, but it was worth it.

That night Mom really did have a date. She wore her 'little black dress' that highlighted her firm thighs and calves as well as her delicious ass. She really was drop-dead sexy - just not worth the price of admission. I knew she had a tight body because we both worked out all the time and I'd been seeing her for years in tight workout clothes.

I suspected her date was the father of a troubled kid who attended her school and she had somehow forced him to go out with her. The only problem was, I think the kid was about to graduate and would no longer be under her thumb. While privately predicting disaster, I noticed something in Mom I had never seen before.

Mom was nervous. Mom normally was completely confident and self-assured. All her relationship issues were someone else's fault, but here she was at forty-six and about to be living in this big house all alone. Bianca would be gone half the summer, be back for only one month and then would be gone for her senior year in college. I was getting the fuck out of dodge ... and I was the last one left.

"You looking smoking sexy Mom," I commented as she waited for the guy to come and pick her up.

"When Walter (her date/victim for the night) shows up, don't say anything. I want this to go well," she warned me. She put her purse down, emptied most of it then checked her phone to see if he had called and she had somehow missed it.

I saw lube and condoms - not one, but five.

"Damn Lydia (she hates me using her first name), are you going to put out on the first date?" I teased.

"What?" she saw me looking at her purse and hurriedly swept things back in. "What I do sexually is none of your business."

"Sure Mom," I laughed at her. "I was only thinking that instead of handing it out to total strangers you might ask me to take care of that for you at home." I was totally joking of course.

"You are just like your father - an utter limp dick bastard," she glared.

"Well, I understand your frustration," I smiled. "As far as I know, you haven't had sex in the six years Dad's been gone. That has to have been tough."

"Six? More like ten," she sighed. The confession shocked me. "Your father failed me as a husband long before he failed this family as a father."

"Oh...well, good luck then," I said evasively.

"Besides, what would you know about women?" Mom turned on me.

"Mom, I'm hardly a virgin," I smirked. "There have been about a dozen ladies I've slept with."

"Really? How come this is the first I'm hearing about this?" she grilled me.

"Like I would bring a girl around here?" I chuckled. "It was doubly dangerous in high school with you as the Principle. At least in college I didn't have to worry about you terrorizing them."

"You have always been a disrespectful little shit," she growled. "I was only looking out for you." I could have laughed. Oh, come one, the only people she looked after were herself and Bianca. It was her date night, so I let her off the hook. I did get my measure of revenge. When Walter showed up, I ran my hand over her nice, round ass as she opened the door.

She couldn't bitch me out with the guy standing there, but she did beam waves of hate in my direction. It was worth it. Walter was good-looking, sandy haired and around forty. He was also nervous and unhappy. She made a point of letting me, and Walter, know that she would be back late. I don't know how that poor bastard felt about it, but for me it meant some time to watch porn on the big screen TV in the basement. My monitor was, at best, merely mediocre.

A little over an hour later I'm really getting into a good scene shot from my PPV when the phone rang. It was Mom and she was seething.

"I'm at the Olive Garden (a restaurant)," she whispered. "Come get me and bring my wallet. I misplaced it in the kitchen."

I wasn't sadistic and I felt no need to question Mom about her dilemma. I threw on some clothes, headed upstairs, gathered the required items and headed out. The restaurant was interesting; the staff clearly suspected something was wrong. Mom was fuming and her date was nowhere in sight. They had even put the bill on her side of the table.

I wasn't sure what came over me at that moment. I really didn't like her, but Mom was clearly humiliated to be in this situation, so when she went to pay at the register, "Sorry my roommate had to rush to the hospital, Lydia," I said loudly enough for the staff to hear. I ran my hand across her back to her hip then down to her ass. "I'm sure he will make it up to you later tonight."

I'd thrown a plausible lie out there. It was up to Mom to have a screaming fit, or pop me one.

"You bet he will," Mom threatened me. She didn't shrug off my hand until we got outside though. Once I had pulled out of the parking lot and headed home she turned on me.

"What do you think you are getting away with by putting your hands on me?" she snapped.

"Yeah - whatever," I mumbled. A 'thank you' was not something I expected.

"You had better check that attitude Mister," she replied angrily. "You aren't out of my house yet."

"The option of living in my car is becoming more attractive," I bantered back happily.

"You can't wait to tuck your tail between your legs and skulk away, can you?" she questioned me bitterly.

"Well, your motherly love sure isn't keeping me around," I grinned at her. That kept her quiet until we got home.

"He ducked out after we ordered dessert," she gave me out of nowhere, once we entered the household kitchen. She fought back a sob. Mom and I were hardly demonstrative, but to be fair, she took care of me when I was ill and didn't keep me in a closet, or anything sick like that. I figured the last few days in this place, I could at least prove I wasn't as bitter as she was.

I wrapped my arms around her as she rested her elbows on the countertop. When she first pushed herself up, I expected her normal bitchy self. Instead she sighed and leaned into me. That brought my face into contact with her neck and the perfume she was wearing. That combined with the firm, round globes of her ass against my groin began to arouse my cock.

As I began to pull away, Mom put her hands on mine to keep me there. Had my hardening penis gone down my pants leg, I would have been safe but I had been beating off before Mom called and my hard-on had never completely gone down. I was poking right between her ass cheeks and in a few seconds, she realized it too.

Mom let my hands go, allowing me to back away and head for my room. Only when I heard Mom say 'I need a drink' did I remember the debris I had left in the basement - where the bar was. She was quickly heading down to the basement before I could do anything. 'Well fuck,' I thought and headed to my room. Ten minutes later, Mom came storming into my bedroom.

"What is the meaning of - that - stuff downstairs?" she growled.

"I thought we could both get lucky tonight," I shrugged. "Do you want me to go clean up my stuff?" Mom stared at me.

"No, I'll take care of it," she responded. "You would only mess things up again."

This was par for the course for us. She certainly knew I masturbated and she knew I watched porn when I thought I could get away with it. She noisily shut my door and stomped off to her own bedroom. I was left thinking over what stroke fantasy to use to get rid of my hard-on that didn't involve the images and scents of my Mom.

My door opened up fifteen minutes later at a moment such that I was glad my chair was turned away from the door. I looked over to see what Mom wanted, preparing some snarky reply when my mouth went dry and my throat caught. Mom was in the doorway, backlit by the hallway light, wearing a sheer black teddy that barely covered her crotch. She stood there with one hand on her hip as she sneered at me.

"I'm going to have a stiff drink then go to bed," she stated. "You should go to bed right now. I want you to do some yard work early in the morning and I'd better explain the job to you so you can't make a shambles of it. While you are doing that, I will stop by the school for some paperwork, but I'm sure I'll be back before you are done."

"Sure - whatever," I managed to rasp out. She turned in silhouette and sauntered away.

Mom was too much of a control freak to become shit-faced drunk, but I was curious what she was up to. That, and I wanted to see more of her in that teddy. Once again, from long experience I knew Mom had a well-toned body. I'd seen her work out to sculpt her physique in the way she wanted it. Still I felt merely sexually inquisitive, as opposed to incestuously inclined.

An hour later, she still hadn't come back up, so I sneaked downstairs to the basement. All I had on were gray gym shorts. I heard the low volume of an energetic sex act coming from the TV section of the room. I was overcome with curiosity so I headed that way. The lights were off but I was able to navigate by the radiance of the big screen - which was showing one of the series of pornos I had selected.

I scanned around and found Mom asleep on the sofa. My heart stopped. Mom was lying on her stomach, her nightie pulled halfway up her ass and her legs were slightly apart. If she was wearing panties, they had to be a thong. Gradually, I noticed that she had an empty glass on the floor close to her head and that she was softly snoring.

Mom - asleep - watching a porno I had selected. After the blood finished rushing to my cock, it began reactivating my brain. I looked around for the remote to cut off the TV but couldn't find it. I decided to wake up Mom and send her to bed anyway, despite the awkward circumstances. I sat on the edge of the sofa beside her artistic ass.

"Wake up, Mom," I shook her shoulder. "Time for you to go to bed." Lydia kept snoring softly. I shook her vigorously but got no result. This was clearly a set up but I couldn't tell what kind. What I did know was that I was only going to be in this gulag for twenty-some more days, so I went for broke.

"I wish we had a closer relationship, Mom," I whispered in her ear. "I wish you had been compassionate and supportive and I had been more obedient and a source of pride." I let that hang there for a moment. "But you are a bitter, soul-devouring Demoness and I'm a righteous prick, so I'm about to fuck you hard up your tight ass. I'm going to fill your butt with so much cum it will float your tonsils."

Both gross and a gross exaggeration, yet it earned no reaction from my Mother. God, she must truly be hard up for sex. The thing was, I was getting semi-regular sex from a few female acquaintances at college. I was more revolted by my Mom's personality than I was attracted to her body, I wasn't into rape and it was my freaking Mom after all.

Yet here I was, promising to fuck my Mom up the ass and I was physically raring to go. I gently put a hand on each buttock, but not got no response. I began to rub them. Man, they felt nice, warm and robust. Mom remained silent. My next step was to push between her ass cheeks ... where I found out she had gone panty-less.

After pushing her teddy up to her shoulder blades, I examined the tableau before me. This wasn't my first go at anal sex. I could pull her up on all fours, roll Mom on her back and press her knees to her breasts, or put her on her side and work my tool in that way. I could have worried about voiding the whole sleep fantasy, but I was about to put my dick up her anal passage and she'd have to be in a coma to miss that happening.

I gently rolled her onto her back in stages. As I did so, I finished removing her teddy as well. The first kisses I placed were on her neck. My hands pushed her legs apart, putting her right foot on the floor and the left one, bent at the knee, was up against the back of the sofa. This allowed me to place my body over hers with my knees between her legs.

My lip's path meandered down to her breasts, full and possessing more of a gentle slope than actual sag. Her nipples were rock-hard and painfully erect, quarter inch, deep red nubs. I took an excruciatingly long time, winding Mom up, making her breath quicken and her pulse pound. She couldn't stifle a slight moan from escaping her lips when I finally engulfed her left nipple.

"Mom," I whispered. No response. "Mom," I repeated in the same voice. No response. "Thank God," I muttered. "You are so damn hot and sexy. I don't think I could stop now even if you did wake up." I gave a throaty growl. "If I had known you were so gorgeous, I would have taken Dad's place years ago." I figured I could weave a spicy twist to this all-too-bizarre encounter.

I escalated my ravishing of her nipples, squeezing her full breasts into towering mounds and slobbering all over them. No one could sleep through that. It was her fantasy, so I was taking her for the wildest ride I could. After I was sure her nipples couldn't take any more suction, I kissed and licked along the base of each breast before working my way down her stomach.

My arms snaked beneath her the small of her back allowing me to pull her lush stomach taunt; up to my waiting mouth. Her body arched beautifully as I rained kisses and tongue caresses over every inch of her torso. I noticed her lips had parted to match her rapid respiration. As I began putting my lips to her thick, yet groomed bush, I continued to wonder.

How far would she let this go on and why was she letting any of this happen in the first place? I was physically nothing like my Dad. He was a short, slight guy with a very passive demeanor - always slouching, making himself look even smaller than he was. I was more like...my maternal Grandfather, who I recalled being the bastard of all bastards. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and very masculine. He passed away when I was eight.

The freaky thing was that Chris looked like Dad and Bianca looked like my paternal Grandmother, not like Mom or Mom's Mom. I seriously doubted that I was Mom and Granddad's Love Child. On the other hand, I never thought I'd be performing cunnilingus on my Mother either.

Speaking of which; I was about to get down to some seriously pleasurable work. I pulled back her delicate labia. I kissed, licked and nibbled every millimeter of that succulent feminine flesh. Her clitoris was neither too big, nor too hidden. It was playful without getting in the way. I gave it a thank-you kiss, followed by a dozen others.

Mom's hips bucked up minutely. I now brought both hands into action. I wiggled a finger inside her vaginal opening. She wasn't super tight or anything. I simply wanted to give her the experience of slow, gradual intercourse. When her pussy was flush, liquid and happy, I pushed Mom's left leg farther back and wedged it between two head cushions.

Sure, one bit of flexing and it would fall on my head and back. I had a sneaking suspicion that Mom wasn't going to let that happen. Two fingers slipped in and intruded deeper. Her clit was still sharing attention with her labia - the labia were getting more teeth and teasing. Mom's chest was rising so fast now her tits were jiggling constantly. I knew she was close.

I put my left hand underneath her right thigh and pushed it back toward her chest. Had she actually been asleep, this would have been difficult in my awkward, pussy-licking position, but 'luck' was with me and her muscles kept the leg in place. That move allowed me full, open access to her vulva. My tongue and right hand fingers became frantically vigorous.

Her clit became my new nipple. I inhaled it passionately, pulling that vulnerable nub into my mouth through suction alone. My lips and chin were coated with her juices. The sensation of her vagina clamping down on my fingers was my final warning of Mom's satisfaction with my performance.

Her legs tensed and extended in small motions. Juices were plentiful while her howl of ecstasy escaped her lungs and drowned on the ending credits of the PPV. I peeked up and noticed she'd grabbed the sofa arm behind her head with both hands and held it in a death grip. I was afraid she'd look down to see if I noticed, so I went back to my pubic ministration.

"That was phenomenal," I groaned from between her thighs. "I have to figure out how to do this again." That was me giving Mom a warning. I looked up again. She had her left forearm draped over her eyes. I took that to be a green light to continue. My next move was to plant a few more kisses on her thighs before I stood up and got the lube.

I realized that a condom, or two, might be necessary as well.

"If I'm going to fuck this fantastic body I'd better get a condom," I said just loud enough for Mom to hear. "If she finds any semen on her, she'll kill me." That seemed to do the job nicely. I sprinted upstairs.

I didn't need to go all the way to my room; Mom's purse was closer. I padded back to the basement on the off chance that Mom was ending the encounter. She was right where I left her. The condoms were placed on the table as I knelt by my Mother's head.

"Mom," I inquired softly. She stirred slightly, turning her head my way. I waited a minute.

"Mom." She didn't move this time. I leaned in and placed a feather-light kiss on her lips. Since her mouth was slightly open, I risked dabbing my tongue along her lips. She didn't respond with her tongue but she did expel a deep breath. "Now Mom - now I'm going to fuck you deep and hard, the way you deserve to be screwed."

How Mom felt she deserved to be screwed and how I thought she needed to be screwed were probably different. My opening move was to return to her cunt and get her passions stoked up once more. The blue screen on the TV gave the right amount of soft lighting to the situation. Mom could peek past the arm still shielding her eyes because the shadows were deep enough to hide her eyes.

Five minutes into my endeavor, I put the first condom on. Mom couldn't have missed the sound of the wrapper being torn. Another minute of tantalizing her pussy led to me pushing back her thighs to her chest then a migration of my tongue to her sphincter. Lydia gave a slight shiver, then returned to pretending to be unresponsive.

Mom's anus was actually fresh smelling, like rose water, and very clean. Not only did my Mother have a totally kinky side to her I'd never imagined, she really was planning to get lucky tonight with What's-His-Name. In retrospect, that had been wishful thinking on her part fueled by the sexual desperation she was exhibiting right now.

I had to reaffix her left leg with the back cushions because I needed a free hand. I popped the top of the tube of lubricant, coated the area around her butthole with the gel and prepared to insert my first finger slowly inside her. Alternating between plucking her clit carefully with my teeth and pressing my finger against her sphincter worked wonders on Mom.

The first noise in a while escaped her control as the digit penetrated her. I gently working my finger deeper and deeper into her. I noticed that her right leg was holding itself pressed to her chest. Next, I changed up so that my mouth was gobbling up her luscious tits while I began wiggling a second finger inside her. Again, I was patient with my penetrations.

I wasn't doing it so much to be nice to Mom, as I did it to prove I could avoid being as vindictive as she was. What mattered to Mom was that she was really getting into the way I was treating her. Lydia's jaw muscles were working overtime to keep her from voicing her desires. Lucky for her, I knew her facial expressions well. Right now it was 'get on with it', or more specifically in this case, 'fuck me'.

"I can't wait another moment...I can't call you Bitch, can I?" I positioned myself between her legs, cock at the ready. "What do I call you? I can't call you M - that would be wrong. I'll call you Lydia...Principal Lydia and I'm a very naughty school boy taking cruel advantage of you. I think that image works very well for me. Now I'm going to fuck you rough and hard, Ms. Principal."

I wondered if she appreciated that bit of creative Imagineering. Mom considered herself harshly practical, yet I was getting a definite impression there was a hidden side to her I'd never dreamed of. I squeezed another glop of lube on the condom and coated it evenly. When I rested it against her anus, Principal Lydia gave an infinitesimal gasp before her sphincter totally relaxed and I slid right in.

Getting into a discussion about her history with anal sex wasn't likely to happen. But I realizing that my Mother was not only experienced with butt sex, but also enjoyed it and was good at it too, which piqued my interest. I found all that out when I was about an inch in ... her muscles undulated and began working me deeper in with no effort on my part. It was divine.

Suddenly I was trying to figure out how to do this again - incest with my Mother. Had I left Mom at the restaurant to stew, my life this evening would be less fucked up. But at least I was having rocking sex, I consoled myself. The next revelation was that I was bigger and thicker than whatever toy Mom used. She gave a grunt, grimaced and clenched down on my invading phallus.

Penetration ceased until Lydia's breathing leveled out and her anal passage went from lockdown to 'go with caution'. When my pelvic bone eventually pressed her perineum, Lydia bit her lower lip. I noticed she was really starting to glimmer with perspiration. My first cycle of withdrawal and penetration lasted thirty seconds. The following cycle took a few seconds less, then less and less, until I was rapidly pummeling my Mom's exquisite posterior with furious energy.

In my lust filled haze, I missed Lydia's high-pitched scream of passion. Her torso shook with orgasmic energy, her chest flushed red and her thighs shivered, yet held their place. Under normal conditions, I would have slowed down, or stopped, to let my partner recuperate. With Mom, I became a beast. I pounded away continuously.

Lydia must have thought I was trying to kill her, one orgasm at a time, because she soon surrendered up another one. This time I was gazing upon her and the erotic imagery of her convulsing beneath me brought me to climax. Semen shot into the condom. Mom felt the warmth, not the heat, so she must have been satisfied with my prophylactic inclinations.

I backed off Mom so that I could take a breather. I didn't want to give her the wrong message though.

"Almost time to fuck that sweet pussy, eh Principal Lydia?" I panted as quietly as I could. We had our impossible illusion to maintain.

The mental convolutions Mom was going through played out over her lips. She was fatigued, but also incredibly aroused. If she pretended to approach wakefulness, the game might end...or I might go ahead and rape her. She felt I was infatuated with her and she was mostly right. The thought of my cock plunging deep into the secret recesses of her vagina was the deciding factor.

She wasn't sure we could do this again. In fact, with her lack of faith in my filial devotion, she was sure this was a one-time thing. While she worked that out, I was deciding how the bad boy wanted to fuck his principal. I wanted 'doggy style' and that's what I was going to get. Mom was a bit surprised, but played 'out of it compliance' quickly enough.

I posed Lydia carefully. I folded her arms under her head to rest upon. Her knees were pushed forward past her hips so that her butt was leaning back. I returned to her rear, pushed my legs between hers, and then sat back. I placed kisses along her lower back, licked her flanks, stroked her kitty, then pressed my cock in until her labia were parted and her fluids engulfed the very tip of my dick.

"I am going to get eternal detention for this, for sure," I signed dramatically. "It is worth it though, for a once in a lifetime woman like you." With those words, I pushed into her molten folds. I thought she was hot to the touch of my fingers. Against my sensitive cockhead, it was like plunging my penis into a cup of melted chocolate, it was shockingly erotic.

Mom definitely picked up my moan of pleasure because her vagina pulsed against my penis shaft in a willful reaction. The last two inches going in caused Mom to stiffen. I must have pushed past the point that any of the dildos she used could reach - go me! I pulled my cock half way out, then slammed it back down hard. Mom's firm ass trembled under the impact.

The harder I drove into her, the louder she grunted. By the way her vagina was contorting, she had to be getting close to a fourth climax. She confirmed this by starting to hammer her ass into me. Mother was too tired by this time to effectively mask her arousal.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah," Mom kept gasping. She might have mumbled 'harder, you bastard', but I couldn't be sure.

What I did know was that she had a very violent orgasm that jumped on both of us. Lydia howled very vocally. Her pussy coaxed and petted my penis like no other woman ever had. This was looking like sex that I was going to want to be more than a onetime thing, and that sucked. This was the Cruela DeVil of my life that I was thinking about.

I was also thinking that I had forgotten the condom for round two and my nuts were getting ready to pump my seed into my Mother's womb. I hung on long enough for Mom to slump forward as she coasted down from her orgasm. My cock popped out and immediately started shooting strand after strand of hot semen onto Mom's ass and back.

The first strand reached all the way to the hair at the base of her scalp. Thankfully her mane had been swept over her shoulder. I was glad that my cock had bounced up because only the high arc of that blast stopped it from hitting the sofa arm past her head, I was that excited. I had some Kleenex and some wipes handy from my earlier attempt to jerk-off; a quick cleanup was in the offing.

I straightened Mom out so she was flat on her stomach. After cleaning my cum off her back, I rolled Mom on her side, worked her flimsy teddy back on her body then repositioned her form close to the state I had first seen her in. A kiss was planted on her lips.

"Thank you, Mom," I whispered. I was getting ready to leave when I noticed her legs spread wide and a hint of labia barely visible below the hem of her nightwear.

I petted it gently before leaning in for a sniff then a kiss. Mom stirred. We had done enough in her opinion. I was careful to head upstairs quietly, disposed of the 'evidence' and went to bed. Half an hour later, I heard Mother come upstairs, use the bathroom before heading off to her own mattress.

(Morning)

I had to struggle to wake up, since after that level of sex, getting my mind to shut down last night was a nightmare all its own. What was I going to do if she made a big deal about this? What would I do if she got pissed, or blackmailed me, or God knows what else she might come up with? All I got was a quick knock on the door and a demand that I get my ass out of bed.Mom was drinking one of those sickening diet shakes and coffee. I made my breakfast like I had for the past ten years - Mom wasn't very domestic where feeding me was concerned. She bought the groceries; it was up to me to fix the meals.

"Hurry up," she snapped the moment she placed the empty coffee mug in the sink.

"Yeah, yeah," I sighed. I didn't hurry. It would have been weird if I had. She stalked away a few seconds later, off to check her e-mails...and perhaps a few dating sites. Once she was gone, I finished up quickly, cleaned my spoon and bowl then put them in the dishwasher. As I thought, I found Mom at the computer. She was typing an e-mail and from a quick glance, she was reaming out last night's date.

Mom kept at it even though she knew I was there. She hit 'send' then minimized the window. That bit of bitchery taken care of, she turned on me.

"Come on, I want to show you what I want done in the backyard," she commanded. That attitude made me want to be a bit of a bastard.

"Whatever, Principal Lydia," I mumbled. She barely twitched. We went out back where she pointed out the bushes she wanted cut back and the areas she wanted cleared of fallen branches.

"Don't slack off like you normally do," she belittled me, just as she normally did. "Try not to be such a naughty boy."

I did my best not to react, but Mom, with her years of disciplinary experience knew she got me. Somewhat to her surprise, I didn't fight her for the last word and got straight to work. Two hours later, Lydia came back from her Sunday work at school - I had no idea what that could be. I would have bet she was getting ready to stick it to some poor student before the last week of the school year.

Twenty minutes later, I completed my tasks, cleaned up inside, then dressed for my daily workout. Mom was already working with the leg press when I arrived.

"I'm amazed you did your chores in a timely fashion - for once," she sniped.

"I was a real naught boy yesterday, so I decided to cut you some slack today," I shrugged.

Mom kept working out, yet her eyes were locked on me.

"I did pat your ass at the door as you headed out and again at the restaurant," I enlightened her. "A Son shouldn't do that to his Mother."

"You liked it, you Pervert," she tried to stare me down.

"I didn't say I didn't like it, Lydia, only that I shouldn't have done it to tease a woman I wasn't dating," I grinned.

"Oh, you think those crude passes would be okay if I wasn't your Mother," she grumbled. "I thought I raised you better than that."

"That's a joke," I chuckled.

"What did you say?" she spat.

"Come on Mom. Tight mid-thigh skirts, tight white blouses, make-up just right and stockings - you dress like that solely so you can torture those teenage boys in your school, then catch them yanking off in the bathrooms," I accused her. "Admit it."

"You are such a complete failure as a human being, Benji," she growled. "You are a pervert for seeing all women as mere sex objects as opposed to real people with real feelings." That was rich considering Mom had the empathy of a stump.

"Whatever Mom," I shrugged. "I know I treat other women better than that. Your opinion ceased being important to me some time ago."

Mom was furious. I could see flames of rage lancing forth from her eyes in my direction. She tried to articulate a cutting comment, but something else spilled out.

"Don't be a naughty boy," she demanded. I looked at her for a second then returned to my workout. She got the last word in again.

The whole mishmash of emotions and intentions collided together after lunch. I showered and dressed in the second story shower. Mom used the Master Bathroom. I was sitting downstairs, channel surfing and trying to determine if a late afternoon jog was possible when Lydia joined me. I tried not to gawk.

Mom was great looking for a woman in her mid-forties. Her body showed a lifelong devotions to physical conditioning. She didn't have the smoothness of a high school cheerleader, but she was very carefully maintained, easily passing for someone a decade younger. She was proud of her rigorous regimen.

Her usually workout attire consisted of yoga, or biker pants and sports bras, or crop tops around the house. What I wasn't ready for was the brown string bikini bottoms and white t-shirt (no bra or top) that she came down in.

"What are you looking at?" Mom glared.

"Nothing," I mumbled and looked away. Lydia snorted.

"You're pathetic," she sneered.

"What could have possibly convinced you that your opinion means anything more to me now than it did earlier today?" I responded while I kept my eyes on the TV. She poured herself an alcoholic beverage then came over to confront me.

"Stop being such a naughty boy," she stared down at me. Nice tits. I looked away and kept silent.

She'd been looking forward to this moment for nineteen years - control over me. Her move with Bianca on Friday had monumentally backfired. She'd gotten me to bow down to my Sister by threatening my education. She had ignored the fact that I was always rebellious, no matter what. It was my instinctual reaction. What her momentary triumph had really earned her was my conviction to sever our relationship forever.

That realization, the disaster of her date and her mounting sexual frustration had led to our very peculiar rendezvous on this same sofa last night. It also led to my unlooked for acquiescence to her will for the first time since I stopped breastfeeding. Mom wasn't an idiot. This wasn't her gaining dominion, it was my parting gift that she could stress, or break.

She sat down onto the sofa close to me and stole the remote. For five minutes she channel surfed without consideration for what I might like and took sips from her tall glass of Gin and Tonic.

"Benji, scoot down," she demanded. "I want to stretch out." I moved away about a foot. There was still some room to go farther away but I elected not to.

Mom knew this and stared angrily at me for several seconds.

"Oh well," she sighed. Lydia turned halfway over and pushed her knees against my thighs, her legs pointing up, before reclining on her stomach and resting her head on her folded arms. A few minutes later, she started sliding her legs apart. Her eyes were open, looking at the big screen. She was clearly alert.

I put my right arm along the top of the sofa without drawing a reaction. She opened her legs a little more. Her camel toe was clearly visible. The perfectly curved mounds of her buttock where much more defined in the full light, as was the ripeness of her thighs and calves. My right hand slithered down to rest on her right calf. I waited.

She switched the channel then settled down without looking back. I began to stroke her calf, gradually going down to the back of her knee. I wasn't doing anything new when Mom lowered her left leg down until it lay across my lap. My left hand started out on her ankle and moved in a gentle massaging motion along her calf to her knee.

I gave it ten minutes before starting to escalate things and pushing my frontiers. I worked my right arm around which momentarily annoyed her. When my intentions became clear, she relaxed once more. My desire was to bring her left leg up high enough so I could begin showering it with kisses. The spot just above the back of her knee was particularly sensitive.

When she began a slow, constant rumbling of pleasure, I changed up again. This time Mom waited patiently for my next move. I shifted my position so that I was on my knees, resting on the sofa, looking down Lydia's body. I had to gently press her legs farther apart to get to the desired place.

My tongue began flicking on that spot just above the back of her knees. She giggled slightly without giving me a sign to stop. My mouth started working up, alternating between her thighs. Sensing her enjoyment, I repositioned her legs farther apart, lowering her left leg off the sofa until her knee rested on the floor.

Now I could kiss the inside of her thighs. I swear I licked and/or kissed every inch of her upper legs, constantly bumping up against her ass, until I could definitely smell her aroma. Rubbing her ass and hips while planting kisses on her bikini bottom was my course to ratchet things up. When I took a sharp nip of her glutes, all she did was momentarily clenched her butt.

The first setback came after I my lips migrated past her ass to the small of her back. I put my hands under her hips, hooked her bikini bottom and got ready to pull them down. Mom pressed her hips into the sofa, warning me this was off limits. I redirected my palms underneath her, between her body and the sofa then inside her shirt, and roamed over the fleshy texture covering her tight abdominal muscles.

I rolled her shirt up until her breasts risked exposure, though she was lying on them. Lydia coughed. One cough and I altered course again. I rubbed the sides of her tits, still underneath the shirt. I massaged back and forth along her ribs, back and shoulder blades. My fingertips dug in deeply, working the kinks out of her muscles. Mom rewarded me with cleansing, meaningful sighs.

If it wasn't for the unfathomable acts I had already committed, I might have appreciated Mom showing me this relaxed side of her persona. I instinctively knew when I had pushed my limit with her unclothed exposure, pulling back my hands before she could do more than inhale for the next cough.

Instead, I fixed her top in place and caressed her back and sides above the shirt. A few minutes later, I propped myself on my right leg and arm. With my left arm, I pulled Mom's left leg back onto the sofa and positioned her two legs together. I imagined Mom was curious but she remained 'distracted' until I slowly lowered my body on top of hers.

My cock rested firmly between her butt cheeks and I supported my weight on my elbows. Lydia held off her reaction for a while, eventually resolving to close her eyes for a moment, murmur happily and wiggling and thrusting her ass against my rod. Next I hazarded a few kisses along the crux of her neck and shoulder. Mom pressed her body tenderly against me, showing really good muscle control and strength.

"Hair," I whispered. It took her a second to carefully reach back and pulled her hair over her right shoulder then put her hand back in place. I went back to the track I'd started with my lips, working my way up to the crux of her jaw and neck then doubled back to nibble her ear. She was happiest when I tantalized that crux so I upped my tempo on that area, tongue-flicking and kissing it urgently.

Lavishing attention on her jawline really turned her on. That realization came crashing down on my mind. I was openly sexually arousing my Mother. There was no pale illusion here. The second thing to occur to me was that Mom was being nice to me. We were in the same room and she hadn't bitched at me in an hour - a new World record.

My oral attentions on my maternal unit weren't saliva-heavy. Her skin wasn't wet, or slimy, thus not cooling her flesh, increasing her comfort level for a long while. Finally she did cough, signaling me to stop. I didn't have time to formulate a new stratagem before Lydia began pushing her torso upward. I went with her, leveraging my body away.

Mom moved her right arm down her side then brought the hand to rest strongly on my hip. She was restricting my movements. We went to all-fours before rocking back until my haunches rested on my heels and Mom was kneeling, her back snug to my chest. Her left hand came around and pulled my head back to her shoulder.

I kissed her shoulder gingerly for a few seconds. My arms wrapped around her chest right below her mammaries and engulfed her in a comforting embrace. Lydia tilted her head against mine, remaining still and silent for what felt like a long, long time.

"I am going to make dinner," she finally broke the spell.

I rolled my stance so that my left leg would no longer impede her exit.

"Thanks Mom," I replied in a low voice. She looked down at me as she stood.

"Make yourself useful and pick up around here," she ordered - old Mom.

"Okay," I grinned. She gave me this look I couldn't comprehend because I'd never seen it before. It was as if she liked me. As I said, this was something brand new.

(The Week)

That was how the rest of the week went. We got up for work around the same time. I had a part-time job installing appliances for a retail chain and for Mom it was the last week of public high school. Mornings were like the last fifteen years of my life - I even raised hell in kindergarten; Mother was snappish and I was insolent.

The difference was in how we parted. Lydia would turn to me as we were sniping at each other and say,

"Stop being such a naughty boy," and I would be quiet. She took that joyful experience to work. It may even have saved some poor child under her care, she was that happy.

I came home first, did a computer search and some phone contact about some available rooms to rent. I didn't own enough to warrant my own dwelling. Mom came home, we dressed in workout clothes and began exercising. I had never commented on her routine and she'd stopped ragging on me years ago. We freshened up separately (duh), dressed casually then set about the household choirs.

That's where the first change happened. I'd been jogging since I was twelve. Mom always used the treadmill until that Monday. That evening - the weather was hot and humid - she asked me if I was heading out, I confirmed that I was and she informed me she was coming along. It might have caused a seizure if she had actually asked permission to join me.

I killed her. Okay, I didn't actually murder her. When she made it a competition, I left her thirty paces behind and wheezing by the time we finished the 5K run. Mind you, my vision was blurry and my lungs were on fire, but I didn't show it. I did grin victoriously and let her know I'd beaten her.

"I doubt any one of your whores can do better," she panted angrily, once she found her breath.

"Indeed. You are the fastest woman I've ever met," I kept grinning. Mom studied me intently, her hands resting on her knees, to see if I was taunting her. I wasn't. To pay me back, she rose up, rolled her shoulders back and pushed her sports bra-covered chest out proudly. What a bitch. I growled, made a comment about a nice, cold shower and left.

The next relation-shift was after dinner. We'd sit down on the sofa, watching prime time TV - when Mom wasn't channel surfing - and relaxing. We never sat together before that Sunday. She had her own chair and the sofa was my domain ~ until now. Her new routine was to sit on the opposite end and lay her legs across me. Since I refused to give up an inch, this meant her thighs and knees were on my lap.

Added to this, Mom was wearing next to nothing. Bra and panties, or bikinis, were the new normal. My Mother had no problem letting me run my hands over the length of her legs, stomach and hips. Only the lower part of the pubic zone was off limits. On Wednesday, I chose a policy of denial. Mom got pissed and no amount of subtle hints would get me to engage.

Lydia was vicious, evil and sadly, smart. She pushed onto all fours, pretended to do some cat-like stretches then settled down so that her groin was resting on my lap. Yes, the precious, plush, puissant posterior was mouth-wateringly close. With a herculean force of will, I ignored it, focusing my activities to her thighs and back.

When she languidly raised her buttocks, I broke down and lavished all the attention on her derriere it deserved. This time, when my fingers wandered between her butt cheeks carefully, Mom allowed it. I didn't molest her pussy and she was happy to let my take pleasure from the rest of her muscular physique. No actual sex. Thursday, with the aid of my massage, she fell to sleep for real and I had to rouse her for bed.

Friday afternoon I found a room for rent nearby and close to the university. It turned out to be a surprisingly small world. The leaseholder on the apartment was known to me. She was a former member of Bianca's high school clique - Bianca didn't really have friends. She was also one of those girls who had stolen my towel and seen me naked.

She had initially been opposed to having a male roommate, but when she realized who I was, we had a good laugh and she agreed to show me the place the next morning - Saturday. All the workouts, jogging and showering had already been done and we were cleaning up the kitchen. Mom began that fateful conversation as we stood up from the dinner table.

(Changes)

"Benji, I need you to come with me to school tomorrow morning at nine," Lydia announced. "We will be packing up my office for the summer."

"How long do you think it will take?" I asked.

"You should inform me before you agree to extra shifts at work," she made an assumption.

"It's not work," I replied. "I'm checking out an apartment at ten." Silence. She started the dishwasher and I put away the leftovers. After that, I made my way downstairs while she went upstairs. I didn't see her for an hour. With some relief I noticed she was wearing a sleeveless back t-shirt and tight blue shorts with daisies on them when she did show up in the basement.

Had she been wearing lingerie, I would have forecast a disaster. Mom fixed a drink, walked past me to snatch the remote then took a seat in her recliner - just like old times. At the eight/nine primetime split, Lydia took a deep breath and stood. Scowling at me, she walked over to the sofa and sat down directly to my side.

For a few minutes nothing happened. Finally, Mom took my right hand and put it on her left thigh. It sat there, motionless and unmotivated by me to move.

"What are you waiting for?" she ground out.

"Mom, no amount of sex is going to make me stay at home with you," I murmured.

Lydia trembled. This was the final humiliation. She'd offered up her body, I had partaken and now I was refusing a second offering. To compound that, she, a rigid, moral person and educator, was offering herself to her son - who was rejecting her. Having established no other meaningful relationship in our first nineteen years together, this was all she had left.

Mom hated acknowledging failure. She was getting ready to unleash an epic tongue-lashing of hate, bile, and frustration.

"Mom, can I have five uninterrupted minutes with you, please?" I requested. She twitched.

"What do you want?" she whispered.

"I want you to have faith in me and I want to be open and honest with you," I told her.

"Why should I have faith in you?" Lydia turned on me and growled. "You've been nothing but dishonest and ungrateful."

"Mom, do what you think is best for you," I shrugged. The new program had come on the TV.

She sat back, crossed her arms and stewed in her own hatefulness.

"Five minutes?" she seethed. "What do you want me to do?"

"Listen to my suggestions and follow them within reason. I don't want you to do anything you really don't want to do, Lydia," I answered.

"What does this mean - for us?" she glared. She wanted a promise of something that I wouldn't give. She didn't get it, not yet.

"It means we won't be any worse off in five minutes than we are right now," I pledged.

"Fine," she growled.

"Stand in front of me," was my first direction. Anger radiated from her but she obeyed. "Part your legs slightly," she did. I put my hands on her butt-cheeks and pulled her into me. Reluctantly she fell onto me, her knees straddling my thighs. Mom's abdominal strength kept her from toppling and pushing her breasts into my face.

"Please place your hands on my shoulders," I continued. That accomplished, I snaked my left hand around to her mid-back and let my right hand become entangled with the hair on the back of her head. I pulled her face to me, but she resisted me forcing a kiss. I didn't coerce any tongue action, alternating kissing the corners of her mouth, the tip of her nose and her cheeks beside her nose.

Anger became confusion and that morphed into amorousness. Eventually she began kissing me back. I bit and pulled her lower lip so she returned the favor - painfully. I had read about it, but I had never seen it. It was as if a switch flipped inside my Mom's psyche. Her intransience melted away and she became an impassioned carnivore.

We battled back and forth about who got to neck with who. Mom tried to take my shirt off. When I held her off, she began sucking and biting my nipples through my shirt. In the meantime, I avoided her breasts, crotch and ass. The closing credits of the show brought Lydia back to her surroundings. She pulled back and gave me a hard stare.

"That's what I want, Lydia. I want passion and romance," I clarified. "I want to kiss you before you go to work and have you kiss me back. I want to run my hands over you when I feel like it and have you like it," which got her a bit peeved. "I want you to get an extra workout simply keeping me at bay. That goes both ways. If you feel like contact, you come at me when and where you feel the need."

"Why would I allow that to happen?" she regarded me. She wasn't truly angry, only curious.

"Mom - Lydia, I don't know how, or why, but you have revealed to me an incredibly sensual, sexual and passionate woman," I told her. "This is a side of you I've never seen before and she resonates with me. I've wasted a truckload of time looking for a woman like you."

"You need a strong hand to keep you in line, Benji," Mom insisted. "You are so chaotic."

"Okay Mom, I'll leave it up to you," I sighed. "You can be the woman you've shown me for the last nineteen years, or you can be the woman who has haunted my desires for the past week. I don't know who this new woman is and I want to get to know her better."

"I think we both know what happens if we stay the course," I explained. "The old you and I don't get along. We are like oil and water and I can only bend so much before I lash out. We both know that is my way. I cannot 'not' be that person. There is no other me to call upon."

"You make it sound like I am insane," Lydia grumbled. "I'm not crazy."

"I'm not saying you are crazy, Mom," I groaned. "I do know that I've been walking around with an iron rod in my shorts for a damn week. Even when I can't see you, I recall your perfume, the sweat dripping off your body, you stretching in those tight workout clothes and stretched over my lap wearing as little as possible." Mom soaked my confession up.

"Nothing about Saturday night?" she prodded.

"I didn't want to shoot off in my underwear, so I kept those memories as suppressed as possible, damn it," I glared back. She smirked.

"At least you are easily sexually satisfied," she noted.

"What gave you that idea?" I gasped. Lydia's eyes narrowed menacingly. "Mom, I'd have nailed you well into Sunday morning if you hadn't warned me off. There were a dozen times this past week when I had to walk out of the room so I didn't rape you, I wanted you so much."

"Didn't you say you had some girlfriends?" she was mocking me now.

"I wasn't thinking of them," I answered.

"So, you would rather kiss and cuddle as opposed to having actual sex?" she teased.

"Fuck no!" I exclaimed. "I want it all."

"I'll have to think about this," Mom mused. She let her eyes wander the room.

My first hint about where her mind was heading was when she began rocking her vulva over my cock. She still pretended to mull it over.

"You staring at me like some ravenous wolf is really annoying," she announced. "Fine," she sighed then pulled her shirt off, exposing her bare tits to me. Her nipples were succulently hard.

Lydia put a hand to the back of my head so she could press my face to her left breast and let me suckle. She moaned wantonly as I rolled my tongue all over the nipple and areola.

"Easy now," she teased. "I'm still thinking this over." I switched teats. "Benji, you are so totally directionless you definitely need someone to look after you."

"I don't know about that," I separated from her luscious titties, "I like the direction I'm going."

"Don't be a naughty boy," she murmured as she pressed my mouth back home. She waited a barely 'correct' amount of time. "If we must do this, we will do it, but I determine where and when we have sex," she proclaimed.

"No!" I grunted - breaking free of her breast this time was tougher. "Once we agree, all restraints are gone. I'm chasing you 24/7 and I have a voracious appetite for every bit of you. If I haven't kissed you in an hour, assume I've died."

"Why would I agree to this?" she tried to look stern while actually amused.

"I'm cheaper than supporting the three boyfriends it would take to keep you sexually satisfied," I pointed out.

"What makes you think I am that kind of woman?" she tilted toward being upset once more.

"My secret, heartfelt desire," I honestly replied.

"If we do this, there will be restraints," she proposed. "I am still your Mother."

"Are we bargaining now? Fine, I'll trade you eight hours of control for two anal sex sessions with you every day," I countered. That hit home alright.

"You like that sort of thing?" she searched me out.

"I really didn't care one way or the other until I had anal sex with you, Lydia. You were fantastic - damn near addictive," I grinned. That rekindled a lustful fire deep inside.

"Oh," she purred as she dismounted me. She slowly turned around until her butt was only a foot away. Mom spread her legs then she languidly bent over until her torso was perpendicular to her legs.

I reached out for those hypnotic orbs.

"Tsk, tsk. We haven't agreed to anything yet," Lydia chastised me. "Now tell Principal Lydia what a bad boy you've been." I had to think quickly.

"Well Principal, there is this woman. I follow her around all the time and I want to touch her in so many ways a young man shouldn't touch a lady," I confessed.

"I keep annoying her because that is the only way she'll pay attention to me. When I am alone, all I do is dream about tearing off her clothes and having sex with her again and again," I continued. "I treat her like a sex object even though I love her dearly. Still, she is so beautiful...that's why I was caught masturbating in the bathroom and my grades have plummeted. She's all I can think about."

My grades in Creative Writing had always been top notch. Mom certainly appeared engaged with my fiction.

"Young man, you're incorrigible," Principal Lydia sighed. "No amount of suspensions or detentions are going to do. I am going to have to resort to more extreme measures."

"Do you think that will help, Principal Lydia?" I groaned. "This woman...she's unforgettable...unattainable...an obsession. How can you cure my addiction?"

"What if we deny you this woman - remove her from your life? What do you think that would do to you? Would this be the remedy for your sick devotion?" she sounded so sultry.

"I'd die," I gave a truncated wail.

"Oh, we can't have that," Mom looked back, truly entertained and aroused. "If denial isn't an option, we should wean you off this woman with tiny tidbits until you can do without."

"If I get a taste and can't have another, I'll go mad with lust," I groaned.

"I guess the only thing else I can do is give you something that makes you forget this other woman. What do you think of that, you naughty boy?" she grinned. I didn't reply. I looked at her gorgeous ass then turned away. "Oh...does the naughty boy want Principal Lydia? Is that your problem?" she taunted me with a salacious circuit of her buttocks.

"It was always you, Principal Lydia," I swore.

"Oh," she cooed. "Poor boy. Have you been stealing glances at your principal? What fascinates you? My breasts?" she cupped her left breast and half turned, presenting it to me. "My ass?" she rubbed her right butt cheek. "My taut stomach, strong thighs, well-defined calves? What lures your eyes?"

"I - I want to kiss Principal Lydia," I stammered. Mom turned around with a wicked, sexy smile on her face. She leaned in, swatted my grasping hands aside, and then pulled off my shirt. Lydia stepped back and began pulling her shorts down. I quickly mimicked her. She resumed her position, straddling my lap.

"Kiss me then," she murmured. I did and with gusto. "Very," kiss, "well," kiss, "Benji," kiss. "No," kiss, "restraints." Mom gave a gasp of surprise as I spun us around and laid her out on the sofa with me on top. I rained down endless kisses on her. Pushing her down was the only burst of frantic activity this time.

I chose to not pile-drive her pussy to make a point to both of us. Eventually I rolled us around so that we were lying on the sofa, my back to the back cushions and Lydia with her back to me. I propped my head up with forearm and elbow. My left arm was draped over her waist. She had pulled that hand up to her breast. I cupped her right tit and her hand covered mine.

Randomly, I would place kisses along her upper arm, shoulder, neck, jaw, ear and temple. Mom sighed contentedly against me. It was the happiest I'd ever seen her. Letterman came on, stirring my Mother to action.

"What are we doing tomorrow?" she posed.

"After I wake up next to you, I'm going to explore your beauty by daylight," I mused. "Breakfast, your office, and then the apartment."

"You are still going to move out?" she whispered.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Me and my woman fight a lot. From time to time, I'm going to need a place to go to and cool off. She's a dynamite lady, but man, she's got a temper."

She pulled my hand off her breast, brought it to her mouth and bit my forefinger hard.

"As I said," I grunted, "she's got a temper." She held my hand close to her mouth.

"Are you going to go back to 'your' woman?" she threatened me.

"I can't help it," I kissed her neck. "I love her. She drives me nuts. Every day is something new with her, yet I feel she's known me my entire life."

"More so than you know," she sighed.

"What was that?" I inquired.

"Never mind," she sat up. She went over, picked up the remote and cut off the TV. Lydia noticed me hungrily studying her.

"Is there a problem, Benji?" she sneered, while taking up a sexually provocative pose.

"I don't know about you," I chuckled, "but I'm going upstairs for some special detention."

"Is there nothing downstairs to keep your interest?" she teased.

"The condoms and lube are upstairs," I pointed out. Mom howled.

"Why, after so many years, are you finally being rational!" she screamed at me joyously.

"I'm trying to impress upon you how much I want to have sex?" I shrugged.

"Benji," she trembled. "Run!" I ran upstairs, laughing all the way, Lydia chasing after me. We ended up rolling around on her bed.

The issue in question was who would end up on top. I had the edge so she cheated.

"Benji, I want you to fuck my ass," she moaned. She used my surprise to flip on top and pin my arms beside my head. She was super pleased with herself.

"You cheated," I groused.

"I won," she laughed down at me. "I really do want this hard cock up my ass. I didn't lie." I stopped trying to toss her off and she let go of my arms. Mom flowed off my body, going on all fours and presenting herself for penetration. There were so many questions about Mom's past that I wanted to ask. I wanted sex more.

I snatched up the carefully pre-positioned (by Mom) lubricant. I didn't go straight for the butt-slam. I began working her backside over with my tongue first. Like last time, her anus was clean and fresh smelling. I decided to be more robust in the treatment of both her orifices. She hunkered down, putting the side of her face on her pillow and squeezing her elbows to her side.

Her vaginal fluids were dripping into the palm of my right hand - the one working her pussy over. My first and middle fingers was extended so that they constantly rubbed her clitoris while the thumb pumped into her vagina. I rapidly went from one, to two, to three fingers opening up her sphincter. Her suppressed negative reactions to the intrusion heightened my curiosity.

When I removed my fingers, Lydia actually taunted me with her butt, wiggling it back and forth.

"You want something, Lydia?" I spanked her lightly.

"Fuck me, Benji," she moaned. A playful smile played along her lips. "Fuck my ass hard, Baby. Mamma wants it soooo bad."

I pressed my glans against her sphincter, letting it slip right in with minimal resistance. The penetration was snug, but I could feel Mom relaxing her anal muscles all along her rectum until I was deep within. Then her rectal passage clamped down like a fist.

"Holy Shit," I cried out. "That's fantastic Lydia."

"Does my man like Lydia's techniques?" Mom moaned like a slut.

"Loves," I panted. "How did...?"

"Later," she promised. "Now, fuck me Benji. Make me yours." She lessened her control and I repaid that consideration by hammering the fuck out of her.

Mom grunted, moaned, groaned and finally started squealing as she came close to climax. She came quite violently. Her body shook and she screamed repeatedly into the pillow. Last Saturday she must have exerting a titanic force of will to keep the noise down. She was anything but quiet now.

"More...more," Lydia gasped. "Oh, thank God," she moaned when she realized I was still raring to go. "Keep going Baby, keep nailing Mamma." Okay, I began to think my Mother had become somewhat unhinged. I was on the cusp of losing it when she began squealing again. I shot off a rocket load of semen into her bowels in repeated bursts. All the while, Mom kept screaming and crying out in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck yeah," she mumbled as we finally collapsed. I had enough strength left to push up and let Lydia breath freely. I was used to dealing with her cursing. "It has been so long since I felt that good, Benji. Thank you." Now I knew she'd lost her mind.

"Lydia, if I wake you up in the morning by me sticking my cock up your butthole, what will you do?" I tossed out there.

"Anything you want me to do," she purred. Who was this woman?