Fluttermom [ONESHOT]


                                            >Your son was always a sweet little boy before he hit puberty.

                                            >He towered over you now, not that you were particularly tall, but the growth spurts hit him hard and he filled out quick.

                                            >With puberty brought the...urges.

                                            >He had brought many girlfriends home and a little blush flushed your face when you could hear the thumping start.

                                            >He always got quite loud when during the, uh, sessions.

                                            >The grunts and moans turned into roars and yells.

                                            >It worried you a little that all the girls resembled you in some way.

                                            >Meek, soft and quiet.

                                            >Most never came back after the first time.

                                            >”He was too forceful with me.” “It felt like I was going to break.” were what you'd always catch as they left.

                                            >Some time passed and no more girls came home with him.

                                            >After that, he became more affectionate with you.

                                            >There were times where he would just pull yourself into him and just held you close.

                                            >But his body language was all wrong.

                                            >His face was all smiles and chipper, his body language was nothing but carnal.

                                            >Was it just in your head?

                                            >Recalling where he would leave his hands when he held you and how you felt his hips press into your own, you couldn't help but think so.

                                            >If he were anybody else, you would have called the police.

                                            >Lately, you thought you were feeling his eyes burn into you as you did the housework.

                                            >Especially if you bent over to grab something.

                                            >There was an incident a few nights ago.

                                            >In the middle of the night, something touched your leg and it woke you up a little.

                                            >Your son was hunched over you and spread your legs without you even noticing.

                                            >You could see his almost oversized manhood inches from your entrance.

                                            >His eyes were a searing red and his jaw hung open, a little spittle trailing over his lips; it was as if he were possessed by some kind of demon

                                            >The only noises he seemed to make were rough and ragged breathes.

                                            >He was gonna take you and he wasn't going to be gentle about it.

                                            >In that moment, you sprung fully awake ready to force him back only to find yourself alone.

                                            >Taking a moment to calm down, you wondered if you just hallucinated all of that.

                                            >At that instant you felt a wet and sticky sensation on your inner thighs.

                                            >You knew what it was when you touched it.

                                            >You didn't expect so much though.

                                            >A twinge of fear and sorrow shot through your heart.

                                            >Maybe this stuff isn't what you thought it was, maybe it was your own fluid, it had been a very long time since you had touched yourself.

                                            >You really wanted to confront him, but what if you're wrong?

                                            >Did you really want to risk destroying your relationship with your son over something that could be all in your head?

                                            >You curled up against your headboard using the moonlight to illuminate the rest of your room.

                                            >You didn't know what to do.


                                            >The entire next day, you didn't see your son at all, he was gone before you woke up again and hadn't come home yet.

                                            >It was late now and you were getting tired but your son still hadn't come home.

                                            >You were getting worried, he hadn't sent any messages or called you at all.

                                            >There wasn't anything you could do aside from wait 'til he came home.

                                            >And wait you did, for hours.

                                            >Eventually you couldn't any more.

                                            >When the clock 2:00am, the fatigue hit you hard and you reluctantly went to bed hoping that he came home soon.

                                            >You were in a deep sleep when you felt your arms get pinned above your head with monstrous power.

                                            >Opening your eyes, you saw your son again, that same demonic haze covering his face as he forcefully spread your legs apart.

                                            “Please, stop!” you whisper-yelled while trying to break free.

                                            >In a flash, he pushed all of himself into you with reckless abandon.

                                            >It hurt just like you thought it would.

                                            >Your loud whimper was drowned out by his thunderous scream.

                                            >The room almost began to shake with every thrust into you, the air polluted with his brutish grunts and your airy gasps.

                                            >You gave up trying to resist after a while, your thin frame was in no shape to stop him.

                                            >You settled for watching him as he drove himself into you over and over.

                                            >His face shifted and twisted in concentration, sweat dripped down his powerful frame and bounced onto yourself when it reached his hips.

                                            >You felt him pull his hand away from your arms and slide it down to your waist, he needed a tighter grip for what came next.

                                            >He lifted you up a little, you lower back no longer touching the mattress, and slammed you down onto his thrust.

                                            >A sudden exclamation escaped you, much to your own shock.

                                            >He became more violent in his motions, like he wanted to break you with every pump and pull of his phallus.

                                            >It was a pain that felt good.

                                            >He began to slow down, you knew what was coming next.

                                            >With a final, all-powerful thrust, he fired rope after rope of searing semen into your flower.

                                            >The room was quiet after that, aside from the exhausted panting from the both of you.

                                            >His length began to soften as he pulled out you.

                                            >He seemed to deep into his post-orgasmic bliss to notice you cupping his face.

                                            >His eyes seemed to defog as you looked him in the eyes but he avoided direct eye contact with you.

                                            “Look at me.” You said.

                                            >That did the trick.

                                            >You've never seen that amount remorse on anyone's face before, not even Sunset's.

                                            >His eyes were depressed and his lip quivered.

                                            “Do you feel better now?”

                                            >The sensation of scorching tears fell on your face and the sound of choked sniffling traveled through your ears.

                                            >You pulled your son close, wrapping your arm around his body.

                                            >”I'm so sorry Mom.” he sobbed over and over.

                                            >His whole body trembled and shook every second.

                                            “It's okay.” you assured him. “I'll always love you.”

                                            >He broke into full-blown crying, you could feel the pillow underneath you getting soaked.