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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 Five

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Mark, of course, knew just how strong his mom was – everyone talked about how Samantha could move the piano around at his old church without anyone else to help her. He didn't use her first name all that often, however, for his mom didn't like to hear it from him. She'd always be “mom" to him, after all.

But he could use that strength to his advantage, taking an idea he'd had earlier and using it to his advantage. He could be carried around by her – but not on her back, no. He had a more perverted alternative to play into, which he had her custom-order for them – a rush order, of course.

The leather shorts held two peoples' legs, but one would “sit" facing the other. Of course, Mark wouldn't be the one with his feet on the ground, though the position would leave him able to thrust into his mom's pussy while he groped and played with her tits too. It was the perfect scenario and the best of both worlds, at least for him.

A chain would also be attached to his mom's nipples and clit, so he could tell her to go left or right – or direct her wherever the hell he pleased. It would also let him tease her.

Hey – there was no sense at all in Mark not letting his perverted side out, not now that he had full agency to do so. He only wished there was another design where he could enter her from behind too, and still have the same range of motion to tease and torment her with. However, maybe that was an idea for another time.

Mark presented the custom order “riding" construct to his mom in the living room, laying it all out on the coffee table as his mom leaned forward with interest. She was wearing her normal clothes again, though he'd had her go without underwear – just to exert a little more control over her in the best of ways. Her nipples protruded through the sheer fabric of her top, which might have been some kind of long-sleeved yoga top, and little was left to his imagination.

“What's going on, Mark?" She asked. “What's all this about?"

Mark grinned.

“I got this for you – it's what you designed for our fun. Strip out of your clothes so I can put it on you."

She did so instantly, though paused to fold her clothes up and lay them gently on the arm of the sofa. It was almost cute how she took the time to do that, though Mark was eager to get going.

When she was nude, he took the chain, which was attached to small, sexual clamps at that time – the kind that could be adjusted to various levels of tightness. They offered him a lot of variety and control, but he wouldn't have minded having her pierced too, so he could connect the chain to those.

The chain hung against her chest, though she flinched a little when he tightened the little clamps. His aim wasn't to hurt her, however, though she accepted every drop of his control with a smile.

“Now…the shorts…"

The shorts were a lot more difficult for them to put on than the chain, for they both had to step into them and then his mom had to pull them up – which pulled his feet from the floor. She was taller than him, of course, but her muscle and strength at least allowed her to hold him as she finally stood up. They used the sofa to balance them, though Mark had to lean on it for support more than his mother as he worked out just how he needed to cross his ankles behind her, the shorts only coming down so far over his thighs. Leaning back allowed him to balance a little better, using his mother for support while he challenged her to find a way to balance herself.

After all, she was more than strong enough to do so.

They may have toppled over a couple of times in the process, but, eventually, they managed to get fully into the shorts. His mom groaned, a hand on his shoulder.

“Oof…" His mom grunted. “This is heavy!"

Yet she leaned in to him, wanting to kiss him instead of complaining, even if he stopped her that time. He had more interesting things to do. His cock throbbed, half-hard, but it would soon slide inside her. There was a little more room for him in the leather shorts for him than her, which would allow him to push down so he could get his cock at the right angle to grind inside her, or be in his current position with her shaft rubbing against her crotch and folds.

“Wait for this, mom…"

He took advantage of the moment, easing down as his cock filled and thickened. He wanted her desperately, but Mark could not think of a more perfect way to take his mother. All he needed to be was balls-deep inside her, aching to spill his seed.

Mark let his cock slide inside her, her folds already lightly damp with her wetness. He groaned and rolled his hips forward, though he took a moment to check the angle, trying to find what felt the best for him, even then. For it was, as ever, all about Mark.

“Ohhhh…"

He breathed out, enjoying the moment, moaning aloud. His cock ached inside her and her pussy squeezed around him, although Mark could not tell whether or not his mom was doing that deliberately. Either way, he couldn't have described it as anything other than “heaven," his body rocking gently as he secured his position around her, leaning forward a little to trial another angle.

It was intimate, so deeply so, and he groaned in the back of his throat, revelling in the notion of being inside his mother. It had taken getting the control of the amulet for him to understand, just a little more, what he wanted from his mom and his life. Even if it was a little morally blue (at least, that was how he thought of it) to dominate and control his mother against her will, practically having her under the power of hypnosis, it was his to do with as he willed.

And it all came down to that moment as he twisted his fingers into his mom's hair, pulling her down a little more to his level. Inside her, his cock throbbed, though he held back – at least for the moment.

“Do you want to complain about anything else, mom?"

His mom hesitated.

“Um… No, not a complaint." She wriggled her hips, his cock settling a little deeper inside her as Mark suppressed a groan, purely as he didn't want to cut her off. “But I like your cock inside me… Mmmm…"

She groaned under her breath, lips pressed sensually together. Staring at her face, he grunted, his lips wanting to be pressed to hers so desperately. However, it was easier still for his gaze to drop to her tits, watching the heavy, naked sway of them as his mother took her first step forward with his cock buried inside her.

“Ohhhh…"

The groaned in turn, though he could only imagine the pleasure rolling through her. He thought of where he wanted his mother to go, allowing his lips to form the words as he experimented, though most of him directing her came down to Mark tugging the chains and affecting her nipples and clit. Her clit-chain directed her forward, on staggering, awkward steps, whereas the nipples chains helped guide her from left to right.

“Oof!"

His mom bumped into the side of the sofa and backed away, struggling to balance herself while taking her son's weight at the same time. Yet that was something she would easily get used to, with her strength and fitness. She grunted as she stepped forward, though knocked into the coffee table before the sofa, swaying and needing Mark to tip in the opposite direction just to stop her from toppling over. One thing was certain and that was that toppling over wouldn't be very sexy at all for either of them.

Mark moaned, his cock aching deep inside his mom's pussy. He rolled his hips a little, grunting in the back of his throat. Yet, even then, he didn't have to hide and didn't have to hold back, for the amulet offered him more than even his wildest dreams could draw on.

“Come on, mom… You can do it. Let's go around the living room."

It was a large area with enough space for them to walk entirely around the sofa and the rest of the seating, though he'd always thought it was kind of overkill. They'd had to have a larger flat-screen TV just because they were sitting so far back from it; he had friends with smaller apartments where they sat a lot closer. The space could feel empty sometimes, as if there should have been something else to fill it.

Mark, however, used that extra space like a track to ride his mother around, every step lightly jostling his cock inside her pussy, her hairy crotch brushing against his. It was oddly erotic, able to feel so much, despite gravity trying to pull him down. That was up to his mother, however, to lift him up.

Her pussy dripped around him, his cock soaked in her arousal. Mark smirked. It was obvious just how much his mother was enjoying it and he tugged her nipple chains a little more roughly, adjusting her direction to take a tighter turn around the coffee table. His mom moaned, lips parted, not seeming to want to close her mouth again.

That's so hot…

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“Let's go outside, mom," he said, directing her to the door. “Open the living room door…and go outside."

His mom obediently did so and his blood ran hot with the thrill of being able to control her all over again. That was something he very much wasn't going to get tired of, oh no. With her pussy as wet as it was around him, there could be no question about what she wanted from him, though his mother seemed to need a little more convincing to tell him that. He could work with it.

“Okay, mom…" He guided her on to take the two steps down to the walkway of their house, though that was quite tricky; maybe no more steps. “Let's go up and down the street, get used to carrying me."

His mom managed an awkward stride, though her hips swung with his weight and she tipped with every step. Still, he was barely looking around, even as cars and other people passed, as the sheer thrill of it drew into his bones. It was all so…dirty, so wrong. And yet it felt so good, his skin crawling with desire. His cock twitched inside her, though he didn't thrust in that position, simply enjoying the moment as his cock was milked by her cunt.

Yet his mom was wet and he moaned, head tipping back for a moment. His mom picked up the pace as her confidence grew and he had her cross the road and back again, zig-zagging just to see how far he could make her go.

“Oh, fuck, mom…"

He couldn't stop himself from swearing as he moaned, aching for more. His mother tried to kiss him, wanting to say something about him swearing, but it really didn't matter anymore.

“Faster, mom, come on… Definitely faster!"

His mother stepped out, though she had to work hard to carry him too. His mom finally broke into a run, though it was not as seamless as it would have been without him affecting her stride, even though it was utterly euphoric. Of course, Mark wasn't thinking of it like that in the moment, his cock milked by her delicious pussy while her huge tits swung and bounced right there in front of his face. Mark didn't have space to look at what was around him or where they were going, for his entire attention was overtaken by his mother and everything her glorious body could do for him.

If only he'd found the amulets even sooner…

He moaned, losing control, yet his cock stayed within her. There was no escape for it as he crammed his length as deeply into her pussy as possible. The spending of his seed was not the penultimate moment, however, not as pleasure swept through him, yet every shot of hot cum into her pussy gave him.

That was not the end of it, however, as she ran and ran, Mark leaning into the moment and letting it pour over him. And that was where he found out just how the amulet affected him too, allowing him to stay hard even after orgasm, spending his load into his mother over and over again.

Everything narrowed to that moment, only that.

Her swinging tits.

Her tight cunt.

The way she huffed over him.

The grunt and rasp of breath in his throat as he ejaculated, yet again, inside her, the wind whistling by his hot skin.

And his mother was not immune to him either. She moaned as she ran and her stride faltered every time she orgasmed, yet her arousal soaking his cock and dripped down his nuts more than the number of his orgasms. He clung to her, gripping the chains or grabbing her tits, whenever she climaxed, her pussy twitching and pulling erratically around his cock as if the only thing she wanted in the world was to stay on his cock forever. And wouldn't that be something?

Finally, they slowed and Mark heaved, panting as if he'd been the one running. But they weren't upright anymore, even though he hadn't remembered impacting the ground. His cock was still inside his mother, but they were lying in a field, his shaft still aching desperately as if cumming again was still on the table. Already, he was sure he'd cum four times, while his mother had to have orgasmed at least seven times.

“Unff… Mom… Where are we?" He groaned.

“I don't know…"

“Did you look where you were running?"

His mom blushed, pussy tightening briefly around his cock.

“I don't remember much of the last bit," she confessed, her cheeks pink. “Just a constant orgasm… All pleasure… Mmmm…"

She hummed happily and he laid back, staring up at the sky, clouds drifting across the blue. They were in a suburban part of the city, so it wasn't too built-up with higher buildings, though he wouldn't have really appreciated the green space anyway; Mark mostly stayed inside when he was left to his own devices.

“Okay, mom," he said, after some time had passed. “We've got to go back."

“Okay."

She tried to get up and get out of the leather shorts, but that was not possible with him still in there.

“Ah – no, mom," he quickly admonished her. “Wear the shorts back, with me. I want you to carry me all the way back, right like this."

“Mmph, Mark, that's going to be so awkward…"

His mom moaned. She didn't complain further, however, even though it was quite a struggle to get to her feet with Mark attached to her. Mark didn't care for her struggles, however, for she was going to get up one way or the other.

Eventually, however, they got up and he played with her tits as his mom worked out the way back to their home. He didn't bother worrying about where she was going, squeezing her tits and playing with the chains just to change her direction from time to time. When his mom asked why he was changing where they were going, he didn't reply with anything other than a sharp, intimate smack of her ass, her flesh ringing with the impact his hand made on her backside.

“Go faster, mom," he said, not caring for her confusion. “Chop-chop."

With his cock throbbing with the need to cum inside her all over again, there was nowhere else in that moment Mark would rather have been.

Continued in part six of six…