He continually pushed me further. Like the time he came all over my face and then made me go see who it was when someone knocked. I plead for him to not make me do it, but he said if I loved him I would obey. So I did it, mortified when his friend Howard saw my face dripping with cum and joked, “I hope I”m not interrupting anything.”
Then my ex-asshole responded, “My cum-canvas was just leaving.”
I remember scurrying to a bathroom to wash off my face, and sobbing helplessly the entire drive home, barely able to see the road through my tears.
Yet, I loved him and I thought he loved me. So I”d gone back that very same night so he could fuck me for the first time.
Eventually he convinced me to give up my ass… God it had hurt…. and he sure didn”t use any lube, but just muscled it in dry, calling me his three hole cum bucket.
The cycle of being his three hole cum bucket happened for a few more weeks until he finally pushed it too far.
He had me suck off not one, but two of his buddies one night while they played some video game, and that was the final straw… I knew I had to leave him… unfortunately, two weeks later I learned I was pregnant.
From the single occasion when he”d convinced me he shouldn”t have to wear a condom if I really loved him.
Of course, this treatment pushed me to become the woman I have become. Determined, no nonsense, a bit of a ball breaker… a woman who now fucks men over… by crushing them in court.
1. CAUGHT IN THE ACT
Jeremy”s mother Kiera was brought back out of her horrifying, yet frustratingly stimulating, memories of a past she”d thought she had long ago pushed out of her subconscious, by her son groaning, “God, I love face fucking you. No one would believe the smartest girl in the school is a cum guzzling cum bucket.”
Kiera was fuming… she had raised him to be a gentleman, not to treat women with such disrespect. And “cum guzzling cum bucket” was precisely what her now-nameless ex-asshole had called her nineteen years ago. Deciding to stop this right now, she stalked around the couch and was shocked to see it was Eleanor, who had been over here a couple times in the past to work on some science project, easily the sweetest young lady she had ever met, in pigtails, having her mouth roughly used and violated as her son”s thick (holy shit it was thick), cock was sliding in and out as Eleanor used the left hand that was hiding underneath her plaid skirt to rub herself.
The mother interrupted the action with a loud and firm, “What is going on here?”
Eleanor pulled back, instantly petrified, allowing the big cock she loved sucking to escape her mouth before she got her yummy reward, and quickly began searching for her sweater to cover up.
Jeremy was startled too, but noticed his mom looking down at his hard, throbbing, cock. He was so very close to coming, a fact that he cannily knew was obvious even to his angry mother.
For a long, timeless moment Kiera didn”t realize she was doing it, and it was likely only a few seconds at most, but she stared at her son”s cock… it was huge… incredibly thick, pulsing with imminence, and also about eight inches in length.
Jeremy”s mother”s attention was thankfully startled away from her son”s impressive cock when Eleanor stammered, “I-I-I”m so sorry, Mrs. Watson,” clearly near tears.
“It”s Ms. Watson,” Kiera corrected automatically but firmly, hating being called Mrs.; she then turned her rapt gaze away from her son”s cock to present a frosty glare to the young girl, who seemed about to totally fall apart.
“Sorry,” Eleanor answered, her head down, avoiding the eye contact that would intensify her shame.
Jeremy knew he was expected to cover up, but chose not to, motivated to push his luck after noticing his mother”s non-maternal attention on his cock… his mother always his biggest jerk off fantasy.
Kiera gazed down on Eleanor, who was sheepishly hiding her chest behind her sweater, and felt bad for her, pretty sure that her son had somehow manipulated her… seeing a little, actually a lot, of herself in Eleanor. She said gently, “Eleanor, please go home.”
“Yes, Ms. Watson,” Eleanor nodded sheepishly, before scurrying out, still clutching her sweater.
Kiera turned to her son who was still standing there, still with his hard cock totally visible and pointing ahead, still not covering himself up. “Jeremy, put on some pants.”
Jeremy reached down to pull the sweats around his ankles up as his mother took one last lingering look at her son”s cock. It had been way too long since she”d gotten laid. It had been almost twenty years since she”d been with a man, or rather a college boy/asshole. It had only been a few weeks since she”d enjoyed a strap-on, however. She did have a few women she played with (no, not including the slutty intern who she had fantasized about turning into her bimbo cunt licking submissive). It had been only a couple of days since her most recent orgasm from a tongue, but the lack of penetration had left her unsatisfied. She had quit men completely after her ex had outed her to his buddies before they had learned she was pregnant, he”d gone over the top with sharing and she had walked. During college she had had a few “affairs of convenience” with other female students and even a couple of teachers, with no particular emotional attachments. This streamlined approach to s.εﾒ had helped provide her with time to study during her seven years in college and law school, before she began dabbling in some more serious sexual relationships, only with females. But this afternoon the idea of a real cock was suddenly very intriguing.
She remained entranced by her son”s massive cock until it reluctantly disappeared in his sweats, although she could still see its rampant shape since he hadn”t put on any underwear.
Kiera took control of her runaway emotions and asked sternly, “What was that about?”
“Just getting some relief,” Jeremy answered, trying to act nonchalant and not at all mortified to be caught in the act.
The mother fumed, “Don”t act so complacent. Your behaviour was atrocious, and you were doing it in our home.”
“I”m eighteen,” he replied. “You had sex before you were eighteen.”
“That was a different time,” Kiera responded, her anger fading as she realized his point was tough to refute.
“Yeah that”s true; these days oral s.εﾒ is much more common, not less,” he said, imagining his mother sucking his cock, before attempting a joke and trying to ease the tension, “Plus, she can”t get pregnant that way.”
“I don”t like your casual attitude towards s.εﾒ,” the mother responded, and then added as she pointed out her own error over eighteen years ago, “You of all people should know the consequences of casual s.εﾒ.”
“Are you calling me a consequence?” Jeremy objected, knowing she didn”t mean it like that, but trying to guilt his mother and turn the focus away from himself in this awkward situation.
Instantly, Kiera felt bad, as that hadn”t been her intention. She quickly apologized, “Jeremy, I didn”t mean that at all. I”m blessed to have such a good son and I can”t imagine life without you. But with that said, I would have preferred to have had you a few years later in life.”
“I”m sorry,” Jeremy said, feeling guilty himself for making his mom feel bad. “I know you don”t see me as a mistake.”
“Your father on the other hand…” Kiera joked, trying to lighten the mood.
“I love you, Mom,” Jeremy said, knowing his mom had done so much for him and that his father had done nothing at all.
“Come here,” Kiera said, pulling him into a hug… where she felt his cock, still hard, flinch three times against her thigh, which triggered another uncontrollable gush in her surprisingly soiled panties.
Jeremy, of course, couldn”t resist flinching his cock against his mother”s thigh… slyly throwing it out there that she turned him on.
The mother noticed and chose to ignore it, finished the hug and said, “That all said, dear Jeremy, you need to be disciplined for your treatment of women.”
“Really?” Jeremy asked, surprised.
Then an idea popped into Kiera”s head. She would teach her son a lesson and regain control at the same time. She pushed away her own sexual hunger and brief mental weakness and said, “I”ll be back in a couple of minutes.”
“Uh sure,” Jeremy nodded, glancing down at his mother”s sexy feet again… an invisible magnet pulling his eyes to them.
Kiera noticed, confirming her suspicion that her son had a foot fetish. It was then that Kiera decided she could use her son”s horniness and fetish to her own advantage. Deciding to save this advantage until later, she headed upstairs to get what she needed for his punishment.
Meanwhile Jeremy wondered what kind of punishment his mother had in store for him.