The Satan’s Child

My mom, Ramya had given birth to me when she was only 19. My father left us, when I was 12. They had regular fights; my aunt once disclosed that my father couldn’t bear my mom, as she kept deriding his sexual needs. As a result, my father had to marry his secretary. So in my mind, I had always blamed mom for the separation, holding her responsible for the reason I couldn’t see my father ever again.

Mom worked as a secretary in a law firm. Her daily routine was making breakfast and dinner for both of us. There was hardly much communication between us, she was an alcoholic and periodical nagger. She’s now 40, 5 ft 5″ and weighs roughly 120 pounds. I’m close to 6 ft, weighed 165 pounds, and had the looks and physique of my father.

No one knew that I had a great sexual libido (like that of my father). Though a virgin, I believe I had learned enough about sex from the Internet and few of my friends. Like them, I too masturbated almost daily. I lacked in confidence, hence had never dated anyone. This probably was the reason of my sexual frustration, since I hadn’t fucked any one yet.

Today happened to be my 21st birthday, mom seems to have forgotten or probably didn’t care. I sorely missed my father, though he never got in touch with us, post his exit. Pent-up frustration and sexual deprivation had turned me into a form of evil. I reached home late, mom was drunk and like usual started nagging me about the reason I was late.

I didn’t respond and headed towards my room. Mom pulled me demanding an answer. And that probably was enough for me to lose patience. I spun her around and slammed her to the nearby refrigerator. Winded and in pain, mom crumbled to the ground. She trembled, remained frozen, and kept staring at me with a fear in her eyes. For the first time, Mom saw the evil in my eyes, and she was frightened. I was ecstatic, there was this accumulated hatred for her, and now was a time for payback.

I started tearing at her clothes, groping her breasts beneath her shirt roughly. “Oh God, Ashish please stop it! I’m your MOTHER!” Mom pleaded, but the evil in me just didn’t cared. I grabbed the material of her tight skirt and torn it apart. Mom jerked and screamed as she felt my hand pulled down her panties, all the way to her legs. I could see her thick bush, and had an instant hard on. Feeling something hard poking into her, she looked down to see a large bulge in my jeans.

My dick really ached to be free. I began undoing my pants; mom realized with the shock that her own son was going to rape her. She began kicking her legs, pushing her hands against me, twisting and squirming under me in an effort to get free, but it was futile. She was powerless against my hold on her.

“Ashish, Son, Please listen to me! This is very wrong! Please don’t do this! PLEASE!” Mom begged as she tried to fight her way out. I used my knees to force her legs apart. Panic filled her as she felt my penis pressed against her vagina. Mom screamed out in pain as I began forcing my way into her dry opening. I pressed my right hand, hard over her mouth to stop her screams, while continuing driving more and more of my cock into her.

The realization that I was raping my own mom drove my passion to new heights, with every thrust my erection kept growing stronger, hitting her cervix with every deep stroke, driving the breath from her body. I had never been inside a woman before, and just couldn’t believe how good it felt to my mother’s warmth surrounding my dick. I kept rocking on top of her, fucking deeper into her with each thrust. Mom arched her back with tears down her cheeks, as I finally rammed the full length of my cock into her.

She probably had never felt such shame that her own son was now fucking her on the floor, and my hands kneading her breasts through the material of her silk blouse and thin bra. Yet, I continued brutalizing my mother’s body.

As I continued humping her, mom started to get wet, I could feel her body trembling and squirming underneath, hearing her whimper with a pleasure. She hadn’t slept with any man, after my dad left her. It seemed the woman in her was back, as if it was no longer about her own son raping her but a man giving her the ultimate pleasure, she had secretly yearned for. This wasn’t expected, I had never dreamt of re-igniting some one’s depressed sexual desires, least that of my own mom. I felt my balls tightening as I continued to fuck her with a mad frenzy.

My breathing was ragged and my balls were becoming sore from the pent-up load they had been carrying. And then with a deep groan, I shot a long stream of thick, hot cum deep into my mother’s body. Mom cried out as she felt the warmth of my sperm flooding her insides.

Finally, with a sigh, I collapsed on top of her and lay there. She remain underneath me, my face felt her tears which had trickled down her cheeks. Mom was breathing heavily; I could almost hear her thumping heart. She looked so beautiful, a woman that I had raped just minutes before and now a woman, I felt in love with!