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Corrupting His Mother

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Chapter Six

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Later, on a day when Samantha, his mother, had been working, she came home from her job to find Mark sitting in the living room waiting for her.

“Hello, Mark, did you do anything interesting today?” She asked, a little of her old attitude filtering through her tone, as if she didn’t expect him to really have done anything at all with his day.

“Mm, no,” he mused, leaning back on the sofa with a smirk. “I want to try something new, not talk. Strip down. All the way.”

His mom instantly moved to obey and Mark watched greedily as her body was, once again, revealed. He’d let her wear “normal” clothes to the office that day, but her blouse was still very low-cut, exposing a lot of her cleavage, which her trousers were tight and showed off her ass. There was no point at all in her having a body like that when she wore clothes that didn’t flatter her in the way Mark wanted to see.

She pulled off everything, even the slutty underwear that cut across her muscled ass and showed off the curve of it. Mark ducked briefly out of the room to fetch a few cannisters of body paint that had just arrived that day, shaking one as he readied himself to spray his mother from head to toe.

“Okay, mom, stand still.”

The cannister hissed as he painted her, working on her feet and legs first. They were not as good as her ass, but they were enough for him to stare greedily at, enjoying her muscular figure and the way her softer flesh hugged her thighs, making them thicker around.

Her legs and feet, as he moved around her, slowly turned a metallic blue in a dark tone, though his mom only complained by shifting her weight.

“That’s a lot of paint, Mark…”

She went to kiss him and he had to stop her – had had work to do there.

“Oh – Mark!”

He worked his way higher over her hips and crotch, though didn’t care for getting the paint all over the hair of her now grown-out bush.

“Why are you doing this?” His mom asked.

“Mmm… Well, I just wanted my own dark-skinned fertility goddess, in my own style.”

His mother, in fact, slowly came out as ifs he was a creature from another planet: metallic and magnificent. He paused to show his mother a picture of a woman who had inspired him, though he didn’t know if she was wearing body paint as the base, even though there were also intricate designs and patterns painted on top of the base tone of her skin too. Either way, he’d been inspired by the look.

He painted all the way up over her breasts and around her neck, admiring her boobs even as he had her raise her arms, one at a time, so he could get into her armpits too. There was no part of her that was devoid of the deep, metallic-blue paint – and that included her pussy and ass too.

“Hold your ass cheeks apart, mom.”

His mother did so, though she looked back at him in horror as he took a can of liquid paint instead to paint between her cheeks and her ass. The paintbrush flicked into her asshole and he moaned, though his mom twitched away from him, even though the amulet forced her to be obedient.

“Mark! What are you doing? You can’t do that!”

His mother, however, was forced to let it all happen to her, no more than a passive player in her own life when Mark was concerned. He held all the control and he painted both inside her asshole and her folds with the brushes, taking care to get every tiny bit of flesh. He even tugged the folds of her pussy so he could get to her clit, sweeping the brush around the inside of her pussy. The paint clung well, despite his mother’s light arousal, and he smirked.

I know more about what mom likes than even she does.

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That was a very hot thought indeed and, after everything, Mark didn’t deny he wanted to give her some pleasure too. It was hot when she orgasmed on his cock, after all, and it was interesting just to see how he could push her, enjoying the moment. The future only held good things, as long as he still had her under his control with the amulet.

The darker paint clung hypnotically to the soft folds of her pussy, gleaming naturally. His mother grunted and shifted her weight, although she let him continue, as ever obedient.

Once the base layer of metallic had dried, he went over her again, painting black and red marks over the top of her. He had found the symbols in an old fertility book, but he didn’t know if they meant anything. Maybe they would be something like the amulets and actually work? It was hard to say.

But it was all about experimenting. The symbols rose, swirling and twirling, his eyes following the line of his paintbrush as he marked her exactly as he pleased. Her breasts got a lot of attention as he zeroed in on her nipples, as if every symbol was designed to draw attention to the peaks of her nipples themselves.

She thought he must have been done when her reached her face and painted that too, covering her completely, even her eyelids. His mother blinked to get some of the paint off her eyelashes, though the description of the paint itself had said that it was safe for intimate and sensitive areas. It still should last some time, which he would be glad of.

“Mark… That’s a lot…”

His mother mumbled lightly, though there was nothing really she could do to stop him as he finally paused.

“We need to do it all,” Mark murmured huskily, lost in a world of his own, arousal swelling. “Your hair needs to go too, so you can be the true image of the fertility goddess I want.”

He held up the electric razor he’d fetched from the bathroom, though it was cordless and the kind of one that was easy to manoeuvre, so he wouldn’t have to worry about a cable getting into the wrong position. He wouldn’t hurt her, even as his mother’s eyes grew wide and she backed up a little.

“Wait… Mark – no! I can’t do that! I love my hair!”

He smiled.

“I love your hair, mom… But this is what I have planned for you. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

His tone took on a braver, more suave tone that wouldn’t have suited him before he had controlled her. Mark grinned, finally feeling as if he was coming into his own, but it had taken the amulet to open up a whole new world of pleasure and lust to him. Maybe he was taking advantage of it, but that was all up to him.

He knew what to do with her, even though the amulet’s spell was somewhat broken by her horror over the notion of losing her hair. His mother, of course, was even more submissive when she was horny, so all he had to do was to rile her up.

Mark ran his fingers over her flat stomach and between her thighs, the paint having dried on her already. Sliding his fingers between the folds of her pussy, he slowly fingered her and drove his digits in up to the knuckles, making sure two were buried inside her.

“Mmmm… Oh, Mark!”

She moaned, her legs buckling lightly. Yet Mark kept working, kissing and sucking on her nipples, her big breasts in his face.

“Just give in, mom,” he advised. “It’s easier like that, I’m going to get my way anyway now. You will not win this one. It feels good to have my fingers inside you like that, hm…”

She whimpered, shaking her head. Samantha, however, could only beg her son silently not to make her shave all her hair off.

“Unff… No…”

“Say that you want me to shave all your hair off, that you’re mine.”

“Mark… My hair…”

“Say it.”

Of course, she couldn’t fight against her own arousal and he knew her body too intimately, ultimately for her to win against him. Yet his mother quivered, her head tipping back as her vulnerable throat was put on display. All he cared about was her tits, the slickness clinging to his fingers telling him just how randy his mom was already.

“Yes… I’m yours…” She breathed, crumbling beautifully before him. “Yes, take my hair, shave it… You can shave all of it… Don’t stop, please!”

All he needed was her permission in her breaking and Mark smirked as he took the electric razor again. It whirred to life and his mom whimpered as he worked on her hair, making every strand fall in big clumps. The blonde tumbled to the ground like it was her halo falling, for it was no longer anything holy about her. She belonged to Mark and only Mark and he was the only one who would ever control her ever again.

She moaned, her hands lifting as he shaved off all her hair until her scalp was perfectly smooth. Yet she didn’t stop her son from shaving her as he fingered her, working her up close to climax even as he handled the razor too. She whimpered a little, yet there was nothing she could even do in the moment. She was his and would be, always and forever.

The amulet had her stay still for him and she shivered as he painted over her head, adding another dark shade to the layer of paint on her. It made her skin glow all the more radiantly, a dark, metallic fertility goddess with a perfectly smooth skull. Mark smiled as he added golden rings to her arms and even around her neck, though he couldn’t get those as tight as he wanted, so they hung a little against her collarbone. He’d have to order smaller ones that clasped closed at the back next time, but there would be plenty of time for him to enjoy his time with his mother.

He didn’t have to rush, even as he stepped back to admire his work.

“Now…” He murmured, talking to himself more than his mom. “Now, I have my very own goddess of fertility… Well, the paint will wear off eventually, but I think it will at least last a few days.”

“A few days?”

His mother practically shrieked, the power of the amulet wavering. Shaving her hair, after all, was a rather extreme measure, even if he could have possibly got her to wear the jewellery without too much of a problem otherwise. He grinned and shook his head, stopping her with his hand held out, his palm flat towards her.

“No, no,” he said. “None of that, mom. Don’t push back against me. I want you here, exactly like this.”

He punctuated his words by stroking her pussy, his thumb circling and grazing her clit. He pressed into it as his mother moaned, but even that would not be enough to convince her to fully accept him shaving her hair off. Mark let her grind on his hand, distracting her enough to get off with a sharp cry of orgasm, but there was more still to come.

Of course, three days later, the paint hadn’t washed off. His mom had not really thought the paint would last that long and stormed around the house, infuriated by the dark, metallic tone of her skin. The underlying blue hue that had been in the base layer of paint rang through, giving her an ethereal, otherworldly air, even after the paint had, at the very least, faded slightly.

“Mark, it wasn’t meant to last this long,” she grumbled at him, though even he was thankful the amulet stopped her vitriol escalating further than that. “I can’t wait two months for this to be gone!”

“It might be three?” He said, though only laughed at her predicament. “Relax, mom, no one’s going to care. You look…amazing. We should go into the city again, shop some.”

“Ugh, fine.”

His mother grumbled a little as she headed to her room to change her clothes, but she could not have anticipated how Mark would be when she came back downstairs. Of course, he was completely naked and waiting for her, standing in the middle of the living room with his favourite leather riding gear in hand. His mother paused, her body warming erotically. Even if she didn’t understand what was happening to her and how the amulet had affected her, she remembered the pleasure of the leather riding wear – and just how hard it had been to wear.

“We’re going to ride into the city,” he told her, a wicked grin stretching across his face. “Come on, mom, hurry up. Put it on and I’ll come with you.”

His cock rose to attention as his mother muttered under her breath – but she still did as he asked. Moving more slowly, demonstrating how she pushed back a little against the thrall of the amulet, his mother stripped naked, though that was really the easiest part of it all for her. She didn’t exactly have to think or worry about how she was when she was naked, enjoying that more perverted side of her she had never experienced before.

Yet Mark was not privy to any of that. He watched her breasts swinging, how the weight of them heaved her body back and forth, like her musculature was no longer enough for her to balance herself even then. She should have been more than capable of it, though she still managed, slowly, to get into the riding gear with Mark’s cock inside her.

“Hang on, mom,” he said with a groan, already struggling to focus with his cock nicely filling her hot pussy. “I’ve got another surprise for you.”

He’d been having her use some boots when she’d been going out riding with him, but he’d ordered some special ones. Well, they were heeled boots – with ridiculously high heels for what he was wanting her to do. His mother pursed her lips and made a face at them, yet it was telling how she put them on without a complaint, tottering on the heels when her feet were fully slid into them.

“Mmm, you look great, mom,” he told her, though his mother already had a hot, aroused blush clawing its way across her neck in flushed patches. “I love seeing you in those.”

“Yeah, Mark…” She grumbled, trying to look back at her butt, for the heels made her legs extend in a way that drew further attention to her round, muscular ass. “But I can barely walk in these! How am I even supposed to get outside in these?”

“Well…” He pondered. “We can take the car, that’ll make it easier.”

Mark and his mother, in due course, made their way out awkwardly to the car as he grunted. His mother, however, eyed the car with dubious intent.

“I’m not going to fit in the car like this…” She said, worried about how things were going, though the option to stop it simply wasn’t there in her mind. “This isn’t going to work, Mark.”

“Hm… Yeah, I agree.”

She sighed, relieved that things looked like she could take off the heavy gear. She would have much preferred just having his cock inside her, for that was the best part of when the leather riding gear came out to play. Nothing else honestly mattered to her, even if the things she did with her son were the kind of thing that she would never have done of her own free will. In fact, they were not even the things that would have crossed her mind.

Oh, how things had changed. Only, Samantha couldn’t remember how they had changed. Maybe it wasn’t all that important, even then.

“Okay, I’ll take off the gear,” she said, already turning back to the house, her back aching from the weight of her son on her. “Come on, we’ll find something else to do.”

“Oh, no, mom,” Mark said quickly, dashing her hopes of not exerting herself too much physically that day. “We’ll just take the scooter instead.”

Her heart sank, though a kinkier part of her rose to the notion of getting to spend time with her son. She squeezed her pussy around his cock, buried in her snatch, as a strangely needy little whimper broke her lips.

“Oh, Mark, please…”

But he was not to be dissuaded or turned to any other course of action. She was made to get on the scooter, though it still took them a bit of time to get into position, for they both had to swing their legs over at the same time. Mark, of course, was still facing her in the leather riding gear, so he fondled her tits and more or less just let his mother get on with what he had told her to do.

“Oof…”

His mother grumbled a little as she settled into a more comfortable position on the scooter, though, when she put her feet up, she had to raise herself from the seat, considering how his cock was inside her. It would almost have been easier if he was just grinding against her pussy, but that could have been even messier. In her mind, she was pulled back and forth between wanting it and trying to think of every reason not to want what her son was giving her.

It was almost a pleasant conundrum…

Mark tugged the chain on her nipples and she started the scooter, the smaller engine rumbling to life. It wasn’t the kind of thing that could be taken on the biggest of roads, but it was kind of like a small motorbike that would get them where they needed to go. The speed, however, was limited, with it being a scooter.

Next time, he’d get his mom to order a motorbike for them – a good, big one with a loud engine. Mark didn’t know much about bikes, but at the very least he knew how to ride one, which was more than good enough for him.

He’d get everything he wanted, in time. And then Mark would simply think of even more things he wanted, his imagination endless when it came to desire and, of course, his mother too.

Samantha drove, a light tug on her clit-chain getting her to start it up and move off the driveway, though she had to peer around him in order to see. Mark, to be fair, only had to duck his head a little, enjoying the view. As usual, he stared at her tits, grabbing them both on the outsides and squashing them together, though he was very careless of how he got in the way of his mom.

The scooter wobbled under them, though his mother tried her best. All while Mark buried his face between her breasts, kissing and licking, losing himself where he was the happiest.

“Mmm, oh, mom…”

He grunted, fondling and massaging her tits, even tugging on her nipple-chains so he could direct her. The scooter swerved across the road and other drivers honked at them, even though they weren’t really all that close to anyone and there was very little risk. That didn’t stop others from responding, however, and they could have, to be fair, driven a little more carefully.

They took the scooter into the city, traffic crowding them, though he rocked his hips lightly. The position they were in had his mother sitting kind of “on top” of him as his cock remained buried inside her. Her pussy squeezed around him and he grunted, tugging her nipple-chains again as his mom took another turn down a street he didn’t know. In the back of his mind, Mark trusted that his mom knew what she was doing, although he’d forgotten that he was really the one directing and controlling her.

Oops.

Around and around, in circles, down side streets… Mark pulled on her nipple-chains indiscriminately, not caring for where they drove. He only needed to be there, in that moment, staring at her wobbling breasts. They were huge and heavy still and his mother was forced to tip forward against him as she tried to retain control over the scooter, which shook when he pulled on the clit-chain.

And the speed too… As he tugged on the clit-chain, she moaned, the scooter going faster and faster. It was just as well the scooter had a speed limit enforced on it, or else they might have been in real trouble. Yet there was nothing that could compare to the wind whipping by him as he massaged and fondled his mother’s tits, rubbing and squeezing them. He gripped her breasts by the underside, cock throbbing inside her pussy, and cupped them underneath, marvelling at the wonderful weight of them.

He orgasmed several times, though not as much as he had while she’d been running with him in the leather riding gear. There was not as much movement of his cock inside her cunt while he was on the scooter with her, but it was all about the experience when it came to things like that for Mark. He moaned, head slumping forward so it rested on her tits, despite the strain it put on his back.

When he could finally detach himself from her breasts, he blinked and looked up. Somehow, without him realising, it had fallen dark around them and they seemed to be down a back road where he did not know where they were.

“Mom, pull over.”

She did so immediately and he looked around, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. How could his mother have let that happen again? It had gone just the same for them while they had been out running in the riding gear!

“Where are we, mom?” He asked, trying to fuel his concern into something a little more productive. “Do you know?”

She shook her head and his heart sank.

“No, Mark,” she said. “I was just following your directions, I thought you knew where we were going. Do you know where you are?”

Mark groaned under his breath and clapped a hand to his forehead, dragging it down his face.

“Damn it, mom, I don’t have a GPS out here!” He snapped. “How could you go and get us this lost again?”

“What? Mark!” She started, eyes narrowing as her real self pushed through the charm of the amulet. “You can’t be serious – you were the one with all the directions!”

“That doesn’t make it my fault!”

“You shirk all your responsibility!”

No one could be sure which of them moved first. All they knew was that they were suddenly, intensely lip-locked in an intense make-out session. Mark moaned into his mother’s mouth as he grabbed her tit, squeezing it as if that was going to get out every last bit of his frustration with her. It was better than screwing up his hand in her hair, heart pounding, and his mother sloppily kissed him, turning her head the other way to deepen the kiss even more.

“Unff… Okay, mom… Okay…”

They still had to head home, however, so they moved off with the scooter again as Mark and his mom took their time to work out how they were to get home. His cock twitched inside her, still hard and wanting more even in that moment.

“Hey, mom,” he said quietly as they moved down the dark streets with no lights, though they worked their way back to a part of the sprawling network of roads that they recognised. “How many times did you get off during that ride? We were going for a very long time.”

“Mmm…”

His mother paused before answering, a blush tingling across her cheeks. He loved when she did that.

“I stopped counting after thirty,” she admitted at last, though it took a long time for her to get the words out. “But it was good…”

“I’ll keep bringing out your perverted side, mom.”

That was a promise Mark was very willing to keep as they drove along, his hands on her tits even as he tried to keep his attention at least somewhat on the road. He had to guide them back to their home if his mom wasn’t paying attention – and that was harder than ever as she clenched around his cock and moaned out his name.

“Ohhhh, Mark…”

He loved hearing his name on her lips and his heart surged, beating harder. There was so much left to do with his mother and he rocked his hips absently, wanting to bring himself off again. His climax, after all, was just as important as his control over her.

With so much he could still do to his mother, Mark had unlimited options ahead of him…

Her corruption had only just begun.