>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.