Wire-Pulling Pt. 02

"Oh!" Mom said in surprise once my body was so close to her I was basically rubbing myself against her. "Son! I'm sorry, this will need a few more minutes."

"No problem. Just keep doing what you're going," I said, as my right hand placed itself on her shapely bottom to alternately caress and knead her plum butt cheeks.

Within a minute, she started to squirm a little, though she still did her best to focus on her task. I smirked as my hand wandered downwards to caress the inside of her thigh. I heard her quiet gasp when I slowly let my fingertips wander upwards until they made contact with her clearly moistening sex.

Her squirming intensified as I let my index finger rub along the slit in the center, while my thumb stretched to still stroke and push into her soft flesh. Now she was also rubbing her legs together, though it only intensified the pressure of my fingers massaging her sensitive parts.

"Oh God, Son!" Mom was panting now. "I n-need to... I w-will burn your m-meal... if you continue."

"Do I need to get the ball gag, Mom?" I asked in an unamused tone, causing her to immediately shake her head. "Good. Then keep going."

The moment she nodded, she also became a little jittery as she felt my fingers work their way underneath the crotch of her panties for direct skin contact.

"HUmMMmmm!" Mom squealed when my middle and ring fingers pushed inside her canal, so my index and little finger lay square on her labia. With each pumping of my two middle fingers, the other two stroked and massaged her puffy outer lips.

Now she obviously had a hard time concentrating on her task, but I was impressed at how she still managed to complete it flawlessly. Despite her continuous whimpering as the speed of my pumping increased, the movements of her hands, which I kept a close eye on for obvious reasons, never faltered. That is until she determined that the chicken was done, turned the stove off, and shoved the pot off the cooktop. The moment her task was completed, her legs started buckling and she leaned forward to brace herself against the countertop.

"Well done, Mom!" I said, though she didn't really seem to register my words. She was now panting heavily but nodded in acknowledgment of my praise.

I used this new position to reach out with my left and open the tie on the back of her apron, giving me more room to play with her front. When the apron was no longer fixed to her hips and fell forward, I reached around to grab her left breast and play with her significantly hardened nipple, causing her to mewl a little. Another minute later, I decided to push that hand downwards onto her lower belly, stopping just when my fingertips reached the hem of her panties.

"S-Son... P-Pleeease..." she moaned.

"Please what, Mom?" I asked with an evil grin as my hand completed its journey downwards, letting my fingertips gently tease her now protruding and hard little knob.

"OHHhhhmmmm! P-Please... Son... It feels so good! I... I... please!" she moaned louder and with less inhibition, which momentarily stopped as I lifted my left hand to give her clit a quick and targeted slap, causing her to shriek in a mixture of surprise, pain, and pleasure.

"Say it, Mom. Say what you want your son to do to you."

"I... Mhmmmm... I want my son to... make me... come?"

"Good girl," was my satisfied reply as I restarted the caressing on both ends. My right was now back to pumping two fingers into her while massaging her labia, and my left was back to gently and carefully massaging her clit. "But since when is this for you, Mom?"

She immediately understood what I wanted and reached out with her left to snake her hand into my sweatpants and take hold of my rock-hard cock. As soon as her slender fingers had wrapped themselves around it, she was pumping her hand along my shaft. But, despite what I was doing to her, her hand was performing an incredibly coordinated service to my member.

Her hold on me was firm, but after every other upward stroke, she took the time to let her thumb rub over the tip, smearing the leaking precum around to use it as a lubricant. All the while, she was now moaning in delight. I noted how there wasn't even a hint of discomfort. No sign of being sore after having her hole overused and overstuffed last night. No sign of reluctance for letting me do to her whatever I desired. Or... she truly enjoyed it this way, so I was misinterpreting her behavior.

"Oh, Son! Oh God, Son! I'm..." she moaned just as I started to feel my own climax approaching. "Oh, GOD! I'm... I'M COMING! PAULIEEEEE!" she screamed as I felt her channel quiver around my fingers. Her knees buckled so much that she would have surely dropped to the ground had she not been steadying herself against the countertop.

While she erupted in her orgasm, I was so stunned by what I just heard her scream that not only my hands stopped stimulating her, but my own orgasm felt like it was suddenly far away again. It took her a moment to stop quivering but, as soon as she did, I spoke up.

"What did you just call me?"

Instantly, her head whipped around to look at me in another bout of panic. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hung open, and she just stared at me for a good five seconds before she started stammering. I didn't really register what she was trying to say. Hearing her call me 'Paulie', like she used to do when I was little and it was just the two of us, had a remarkable effect on me.

I no longer just wanted to use her. I wanted her to be mine! Like before the Dick made his appearance!

"Son! I'm sorry! I... Mmphf!" was all she could say before I grabbed her by the arm and, just like the night before, stopped her from talking. Only this time, instead of showing a ball gag into her mouth, I pulled her into me and pressed my lips onto hers.

She was shocked for a moment, as I could see her eyes widen even more and feel her body stiffen, but within a mere two seconds of me kissing her, her eyes and body relaxed before I heard a moan rumble in her throat. Soon, she also tilted her head to reciprocate my advances and I felt her hand take hold of my refueled erection, though this time, she was a lot wilder than before. As our kiss grew in intensity, she continuously groaned and moaned as her grip on me tightened. Suddenly, she broke our kiss without moving her head away.

"Oh, my Paulie!" she moaned again, and I had enough.

I led her out of the kitchen while refusing to stop kissing her and, when we reached the small dinner table, pushed her backwards against it. She shrieked in surprise and fear for a second, but when I grabbed her raised legs to throw her feet over my shoulders before grabbing the base of my dick to guide it to her entrance, she immediately understood what I wanted. She quickly reached down to keep the crotch of her panties from hindering my access to her.

"Do it, Paulie! Use my body however you want! Thank you for letting me repay you! Fuck your Mo-OOH!"

I slammed into her in one forceful thrust, not giving a damn about how she would feel about it. Next, not allowing her to pull her hands away, I grabbed her wrists and held them close to each other so her arms would push her big breasts together as I started my thrusts into my mother's pussy

She was my mother! She should be mine! Not the Dick's! Not anyone else's! Mine! If I had to fuck the woman into oblivion to make sure she'd never obeyed another asshole, then that's exactly what I would do! I would make sure she would never allow someone to hurt us again!

I kept slamming into her with all the power I could muster, maintaining my speed to continuously push her towards another climax. I didn't know whether she just enjoyed sex that much or if she was conditioned to come fast, but I didn't care either way. I was planning on using her orgasms against her, so the more she came, the better it was for me.

When I saw the spasms in her thigh muscles subside, I readjusted my grip on her wrists so I could hold both of them in one hand, and used my now free hand to start stimulating her clit while I kept pumping in and out of her, ultimately turning her into a babbling mess that continuously thanked me for fucking her.

However, regardless of what I did to hold myself back, no matter how many mental images of spoiled food and old men I summoned, after about fifteen minutes of this, I felt the telltale signs of my own release approaching just as she came again.

"Fuck me, Paulie! YES! USE ME! Thank you! Thank you! ThankyouThankyouTHANK YOUUUUU!" she moaned over and over again before her moaning turned into another scream and I, once again, saw her eyes rolling white.

"I'm coming too, Mom!" I panted in response a minute later and only saw her nod her head in a rocky motion. Until I spoke up again. "I'm going to fill you up. You hear that, Mom? Your son is going to come inside you, Mom!"

Finally, recognition flooded her eyes and she seemed to fully wake up.

"Wait! Pa-Lmphf" she tried to say something, but I just pinned her hands above her head as I leaned forward and shut her up with another kiss.

And just when our mouths connected, I started squirting deep inside her. My hips erratically rocked as I felt like I was losing control of my muscles. Over and over again, I felt the spasms in my lower back and hip accompany the convulsions in my balls while hearing the strangely gurgling noises escape Mom's throat. After two or three squirts, she actually wrapped her legs around me as if to keep me from pulling out.

I remained buried as deeply inside my mother as possible for as long as possible while thoroughly enjoying the feeling of having an orgasm while kissing her. When my convulsions ultimately let up, I refused to part from her, though now the action had lost a lot of its earlier ferocity. In the end, I just let my forehead rest on her shoulder as we both panted and my member slowly deflated.

"You're mine," I whispered in between my panting breaths.

"Yours," Mom confirmed, sounding equally tired and satisfied as I was. However, she still placed her hands on either side of my head and started kissing my face in between her words. "Whatever you want. Whenever you want. I will make you happy!"

Despite being almost lost in the taboo nature of our coupling, I knew that Ava had taken Mom to her ob-gyn the day we picked her up from jail, so I was absolutely certain Mom was on the pill. But, just for a second there, I couldn't help but wonder how it would be if my swimmers would actually find something to fertilize.

Slowly, I grew soft enough to slip out of her and, when I raised myself back up, I could see a thin trickle of my cum oozing out of her. As I watched my seed leak from my mother's pussy, I couldn't help but reach out to place my hand on her pubic area, using my thumb to smear the leakage around her swollen lips and even push some of it back into her opening, causing her to mewl in delight and erratically twitch when my thumb entered her.

After a moment, though, she spoke up again, and the spell broke.

"Forgive me, Son. I thought I overstepped again. But..." she looked at me coyly. "...it seems you liked it?"

Now, this confused me. Big time!

"Overstepped? Again? What do you mean, I liked it?" blinked.

This morning, when she woke me up, she apologized for 'overstepping' as well and thanked me for disciplining her. But... what just happened had absolutely no similarities to what happened last night! This time, I just wanted to use her body to feel good. So, what the hell was she talking about!? Luckily, she decided to fill me in. Not so luckily, it caught me completely off guard.

"You told me to call you Son. I'm sorry. In the heat of the moment... I was so happy... I just couldn't help myself. It just slipped out," she said while bowing her head with a smile.

I just stared at her. She was 'sorry' for calling me 'Paulie'. Last night, I thought she had used the word 'sorry' quite a few times while I spanked her. But now, after what just happened, I realized that the ball gag had worked against me. Last night, while I was punishing her, she wasn't saying 'sorry'. She was calling me 'Paulie'!

Somehow, this realization hit me like a ton of bricks. After all the speculation I had gone through over the past few days, but especially since last night, this new development was... unnerving. The moment I finally lost control and decided to let out all my pent-up frustration and anger on her, THAT'S when she decided to finally remember the pet name she used for me as a child!? At this exact moment, I decided I absolutely needed to understand what the hell was going on with her. I would never understand it on my own.

Despite everything, my voice was calm and steady when I opened my mouth.

"Why did you do it?" She just looked at me confused, unsure where this question came from. "Why the FUCK... did you stay with that asshole!? You're my MOTHER! You were supposed to PROTECT me!"

By the end, my voice wasn't calm anymore. In fact, there was a rather disturbing trembling in it as I felt my eyes starting to burn. That feeling was mirrored by what I saw in Mom's face after she had heard my shouted words and scrambled to get off the table she was lying on.

"I'm... sorry," she said weakly, though this just fueled my anger.

"I don't give a rat's ass about you being sorry! Tell me WHY!"

"I couldn't leave him," she said in despair, and I felt my worst fears confirmed before she continued. "We had nowhere to go and no one to turn to. He would have found us within a day, and I was terrified about what he would do. And, when you were old enough for me to even risk it... he controlled all the money, the cards were in his name and heavily limited. I didn't even have enough for a bus ticket."

"Bullshit!" I called out, still glaring at her. "If he controlled the money, where did those four grand come from you handed me when kicking me out of the house?"

Unsurprisingly, this question caused her to look positively distraught. Surprisingly, however, instead of answering, she took a stuttering breath before slowly raising her hands, taking hold of her apron, and lifting it over her head to then simply drop it to the floor. When she stood before me, in nothing but her now cum-soaked panties, she placed one hand on her lower belly, right where those thin, white scars marred her skin.

"I got these the day after you left," she quietly admitted, seemingly unable to meet my eyes. "That money I gave you wasn't mine, and it wasn't for me either. Richard didn't even realize it would be your birthday the next day. He gave me that money to hand to an associate of his. When he came home after you left, and learned that I gave the money away, he was furious. It was the first time he beat me with something other than his hands." She paused to take another shuttering breath and collect herself while I just stared at her in total bewilderment. "He hired a private nurse to fix me back up and look after me while I recovered."

"But... then... why didn't you just come with me!?"

Now the tears were freely running down her face as she looked at me with a sad smile.

"I failed my baby." She shook her head. "I should have protected you. But I couldn't. If he came home and found both of us and his money missing... he would have pinned the missing money on you, put you in jail, and brought me back. I would have been punished either way. But, at least this one time, I could protect you. At least I could let you get away."

This admission stunned me. In my memory, there was no pleading on her part. No goodwill, no favor, no will to protect me. As far as I remembered, she just handed me the money with an emotionless face and told me to be gone by the end of the day. Did she expect me to believe this crap she was cooking up now?

"And so... what?" I challenged. "Now that the Dick is gone, you wanna play happy family again? Like I will just forget all the shit that happened?" I threw my hands in the air in frustration.

"Son, I..." she started, but she was visibly uncomfortable with what she wanted to tell me. "I was always... submissive. Even as a child, I was a Daddy's girl through and through. And I loved it. I was happy when I could make my man happy. But when your dad came along... I surrendered to him. He was everything I ever wanted, and I was happy to be whatever he wanted me to be. Then, after he died... I was lost. I didn't know what to do and was overwhelmed with everything needed to take care of you, the rent, the bills... I was just lost."

I remembered that she had always been the indecisive type. So, at least that part of her tale sounded like it could be true, even though I had no idea about the time before Dad died.

"Then I met Richard," she continued. "He had that all-encompassing confidence about him, he was so powerful, and all our problems just... just vanished. He was a lot like your dad in that regard. So... I surrendered to him like I had to your father. It was good... for a while... but by the time he showed his true colors, it was too late. I tried my best to keep you out of it, to shield you, to protect you..." Her voice died off as she started sobbing.

"Yeah. I remember how well you protected me," I couldn't stop myself from saying. But, instead of causing her sorrow to intensify, she just nodded again.

"I'm sorry for failing you. I failed as your mother. But I'm here to fix that."

"By offering your body?" I asked incredulously, and she looked embarrassed.

"Richard liked to... share me. With his friends, his business partners,... once even with a complete stranger, just to prove how much power he had over me." I recoiled a little. I never knew about that part. "Maybe that is the reason why I am able to do what I'm doing with you. I started to see sex as just another bodily function. Something people crave and need. But I want to take care of you. To take care of my son! And now that you're no longer a child, but a man who craves the same things all grown-ups crave and need, I have no problem taking care of you in that way as well. I want it, Paulie. I need you to be happy, and cared for, and satisfied. And I'd be happy to be the one giving that to you." She stepped forward until she was only three feet away from me, and then went down to her knees to assume her submissive pose. "I'm surrendering myself to you. Fully."

I blinked. Just in that moment, the full extent of her behavior hit me. I knew she had always been the submissive and indecisive type, but not like that. I knew she needed someone, preferably a man, to take care of her, and I had worried about being nothing more than her next master, but I had hoped this was just some screwed-up after-effect of what Dick had done to her. Only now, that she actually said those words, did I fully understand what exactly she was offering... and expecting in return.

"So, I am nothing more than your next master," I said quietly, to which she instantly shook her head.

"No!" she called out insistently. "I need someone to take care of me. But, most important of all, I need my son back! I need to earn your forgiveness for placing you in that man's reach in the first place! I need to make up for failing to take care of you when you needed me the most! I want this, Paulie! Not because I've been conditioned, or traumatized, or whatever else you might worry about. I need it because that's who I truly am. And, as embarrassing as it may be for a mother to admit this,... I enjoy pleasing you in any way you may desire. I am yours."

I stood in front of her bowed body for a long time, trying to decide what to reply, but ultimately realized that I simply couldn't.

"I can't deal with this right now," I said as I fled into my bedroom.