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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 Four

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Although it turned out that his mother had not left for work the other day, which was interesting where something must have changed with her schedule last minute, Mark forgot that his mother was still lewdly and crudely dressed the following morning. He started up from his bed the next morning when the garage door rattled and his mother's car eased from it.

“Ah – shit!"

He jumped up, looking out the window to see his mother in the car. Worse still, as he hadn't considered before, she was still wearing her trousers around her ankles and the cut-up yoga top that didn't cover anything of importance at all. It looked like something that should have been a part of an outfit for a night out – but still covered up when it came to her bare flesh!

But he couldn't be found out – not now that he knew the amulet worked!

He hurled himself from his room and down the stairs, feet pounding them as he nearly fell over himself in his furious rush. But she was already driving away when he ran out of the house, lunging into his own, much smaller and cheaper car (his mother had bought it for him, but it hadn't been what he'd wanted). He swore under his breath as he revved the gas and headed straight after her, though it was hard to keep up. Where the hell was she going?

She took a right at the junction, but it didn't look like her usual route to work. He tried to stay as close as possible to her without actually tailgating her – for it was not as if he could predict where she was going. Crashing into her car was just another thing that could get him found out. And if someone actually caught her walking around with her ass and boobs out like that, they'd surely take her to the hospital or something like that, just to make sure she was okay.

She was okay…just not in the way the rest of the world might have considered okay.

And then he lost her car in traffic when they moved a little deeper into the city, though he hoped she wasn't going to head into the centre. With three lanes of traffic all going in the same direction, he lost sight of her car as he wove back and forth, sliding his car into spots it really shouldn't have fit.

But he made his way through, even though people blared their horns at him, throwing up their hands and cursing him for being so inconsiderate. Yet Mark had bigger problems to deal with as he swerved around a bus and hunted down his mother.

Ah! Finally! He caught sight of her at a busy intersection, waiting for the lights to turn green. Music roared from the windows and heads turned, but, to his horror, she had both the windows down and was openly flashing everyone staring at her with her giant tits!

“Mom, no!"

She couldn't hear him, of course, but that exclamation still broke from his lips in a show of frustration. He tried to creep the car closer, though there were more people still blocking his way, her pale tits out there for anyone to see and enjoy. He could only hope people were too shocked to call the police for her being practically topless in public, yet that could not be certain.

He managed to get a few cars further up by pushing his way through, people moving for him – maybe they thought he had somewhere important to be? But they could never have understood he was just trying to get his mother to put her tits away as she caught sight of him in her driver's side mirror.

“Oh – Mark!"

She smiled, more nicely than she would normally have done, and waved to him. He waved back, trying to mime pulling her top over her tits, though there would barely have been enough fabric left there to cover her up again. His attempts were ineffective and his mother drove off when the lights changed, carrying on as if everything was normal. To her, there was nothing strange at all about what she was doing.

She was too quick for him and he forced his car after her, grinding the gears as he changed and cursing him not having an automatic car. That would have been so much more helpful right then, even as he jerked the gear stick, trying to ram it in when he didn't have the pedal pushed down all the way. That was one of the things, eventually, he'd get his mother to do for him, if she remained under his control: a new, better car that he actually liked!

Finally, he swerved in after her in a car park, zooming down the lines of cars far too quickly. He parked up at an angle, not caring for anyone else that might have wanted the adjoining parking space to his, rushing to her car.

Empty. She wasn't there, the windows rolled up, and he gasped. Where could she be? He ran after where he thought she might have gone, for the car park adjoined a major indoor shopping centre: one of the big malls that attracted a lot of people daily. She had to be somewhere in there, but there didn't seem to be any disturbance or even security swarming about. He would have expected to see people looking weirded out for what was going on or even calling security and the police to deal with her.

He came after her in the artificial environment of the shopping mall as his mother walked along in front of a few clothing stores, though she didn't seem interested in what was being displayed in the shop windows. There were some artificial plants dotted around, as if they made the environment any nicer, and some of the fake leaves slapped against his mother's tits as she walked on, completely in her own world.

Well, she sort of had to shuffle with her trousers and panties around her ankles, there being only so much she could do. People around her, however, didn't seem to be paying his mother any more attention than they would have been if she had been fully clothed. Slowing his pace, red in the face and puffing, Mark caught his breath, trying to come back to his senses in some way, despite everything.

It seemed the amulet did something so other people didn't see anything wrong with his mother or her being partially or fully naked out in public either. The people who had been looking at her while she had been pulled up, pretty much topless, at the intersection, must have been staring because she was blasting music out the window.

“Huh…" Mark breathed. “So, others won't see what's happening to mom? Interesting… Very interesting…"

That made things, at least for him, a lot easier. If his mother had gone to work that first day, it looked like he could have made her even attend the full day, dragging her panties around her ankles, and no one else would have been any the wiser. He didn't know what was hotter: seeing his mother exposed and vulnerable or the idea that he could publicly humiliate her?

It didn't matter, for he had the chance to get everything he wanted and more, a low groan rising in the back of his throat. He raked his gaze wantonly over his mother's round, well-muscled ass, though there was still a feminine layer of fat there that jiggled every time she moved.

He shook himself. Mark had to talk to his mother, to see a little more about what was going on. Yet, before he could get to her, she grabbed him roughly, her hands closing tightly around his forearms.

“Mom, what's got into – mmph!"

His mother crushed her lips to his and pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss. Mark struggled for a moment out of pure instinct but quickly succumbed to her attention. Why on earth was she doing that? He didn't think she'd even seen him, considering he'd been far behind her and racing to catch up with her.

But she must have seen him, for that was what he'd told her to do – when she'd wanted to complain about him, that was. A part of him didn't care as he shoved his tongue messily into her mouth, kissing her dirtily and sloppily, as if he couldn't stop. It was so easy to lose himself in the moment when he knew he wasn't going to face any repercussions for it and he shoved his worry aside as he moaned lustfully into his mom's mouth.

“Mmmph… Ohhh…"

He groaned deeply, running his tongue across her lower lip, though his mother came after him, still trying to kiss him so desperately that it was as if she was drunk and he was her drug. Or maybe something like that… It was hard to think of things like that clearly when his member throbbed, hardening – but it wasn't his focus. The rush of power and control he had over his mother was exactly what he needed, what he could never have understood he craved until he got it.

Frankly, Mark was too horny to care as he grabbed her breast and squeezed it, letting his fingers run over her bare flesh. There was a thrill to being able to be so open with her out there in public, grunting in the back of his throat as he gave in to all the desire he had in his heart and soul. Yet it was lust and control that drew Mark the most, his fingers grazing her nipples as he slid his hand lower.

It was good to have her tit in his hand, though it was all so very new to him. He hadn't had all that many sexual experiences before, so he wanted to explore all he could with his mother. Experimentation meant everything and he had not had the chance to do so before. Yet her tit squashed lightly within her hand as she moaned and rocked into his touch, arching her back like the slut he wanted her to be for him.

He broke the kiss at last and his mother clicked her tongue against the roof of his mouth. Clearly, her annoyance was still there, though there was not anything he seemed to do about it. He didn't care.

“You didn't mow the lawn this morning," she said, revealing her complaint of him, even though there was no fire or snarl in her tone like there usually would have been. “You should have done it before going out."

He didn't want to say he'd had to leave it because he'd been chasing after her – but the fact of the matter was that Mark wouldn't have done it anyway unless she had forced him.

Mark blinked, slowing things down. There still were some little things that didn't make sense. Had she had to say the complaint out loud because he had stopped her from kissing him? His heart pounded, sending blood to all the wrong and right places of his body, but he tried not to let his confusion rule him. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, taking stock of everything that had happened.

It was all just…so surreal. There he was, in the middle of a shopping centre – and he'd just made out with his mother. Like it meant nothing to him – and everything at the same time! His mom had her big tits just hanging out and no one was staring, not even at her bare ass as others walked past them. People didn't give them a second look as he stood close to his mother, not bothering to resist the urge to rest his hand on her breast. If he could do anything he wanted, maybe that was okay too.

The rules and boundaries had changed, but he still felt like he had to do some damage control.

“Here, mom… Let me."

He pulled his mother's panties back up, though the fabric bunched and rolled as he tried to get it back up her legs. The trousers were a little easier, though the fabric had torn a little around the bottoms of the legs, even if he could button them up again.

“I'll go shopping with you, mom," he said, not really wanting to head home yet. “You shouldn't…be out here alone."

He didn't know why he said that, though his mother smiled and stepped closer to him, her bare breast brushing his arm. He'd released her tit from his hold, but that didn't matter. His mother still, in a way, seemed drawn to him.

“Thanks for pulling my trousers up," his mom said as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say. “It's much easier to walk this way."

He shrugged at that. What could he really say?

So, that was how they ended up going shopping together, which was mostly just Mark following his mother around while she picked out what she wanted. They went in and out of supplement stores and clothing stores, but his mother seemed to be picky about what she wanted that day.

Mark held a couple of bags, simply because he was too busy staring at her boobs to care. They swung and shifted with every step she took, her shoes with a low heel to them. Yet they were purely hypnotic and a part of him wished everyone else around him could see just how hot his mother was.

He'd rather keep her all to himself, however, dominating and controlling her in exactly the ways that suited him. Nothing else, to be fair to Mark, had to matter at a time like that.

She didn't try on any clothes, which was probably to do with his current control over what she was wearing. However, she did bend over a lot in the shops, which gave him a nice view of her ass, with a couple of fainter tan lines at the tops of her thighs. Maybe he would have to have his mother tan topless and bottomless, just so those tan lines didn't even appear in the slightest? The opportunities, however, were endless and Mark, in a way, was a simple man.

He stared at his mother's tits as she shopped, rifling through a rack of sunglasses.

“Mark? Mark?"

His mother raised her voice a little as he blinked, returning to reality.

“Huh? Yes, mom?"

His mother rolled her eyes, but there was a softer smile on her face than before.

“I was talking to you, Mark, you didn't hear be the first time," she said easily. “You love my breasts, don't you?"

He couldn't stop himself from blushing at that. Even though it was obvious, it felt embarrassing, in a way, to have it laid out so clearly. Yet he hadn't been trying to be discreet in the slightest, greedily taking in everything he could get away with.

He hadn't heard her talking, the first time, as he had been so focused on staring at her tits, need and lust swirling inside him. He just didn't know what he could possibly need to hold back from anymore and his lips twitched in the hint of a smile.

Mark drifted again as his mother raised her hand, trying to catch his attention again. Yet the motion only made her breasts sway again and captured him, a goofy grin spreading across his lips. A little saliva even gleamed at the corner of his lips, as if he was lost in the moment.

He started as his mother grabbed her tit and shook it at him. It startled him out of his single-minded focus, even if that had not been something Mark particularly wanted in the slightest.

“You're staring so much, Mark," she laughed, playfully calling him out. “Why is that, hm?"

It was so strange to hear that tone with her, like she was a different person.

“Yes…" He said, still shy. “I love them. I love seeing them, touching them…everything about them."

Yet he wanted to see just how far he could push his mother until people stopped ignoring them. After all, he needed to know where the limits were. Wrapping an arm around his mother, he played with her boobs, pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts, while his other hand easily slid down into her panties. That may have been easier when she had left her trousers around her ankles, but it felt dirtier like that. His fingers teased against the lightly damp folds of her pussy and he curled a finger into her sex, lightly and curiously fingering her. It was all just so new to him, the short hairs around his mother's pussy tickling his palm.

His mother only smiled at him, though she leaned away a little, still looking at the display rack. She'd moved on to jewellery, however.

It was awkward to keep shopping with a hand on her boobs and the other in her panties, but they somehow kept going, though his mom had to walk sideways at times. It was kind of crab-walk, but it wasn't that bad. His fingers ground over her clit and she moaned in public, her lips parted as if she couldn't keep her desire locked away. She arched her back and shoved her hips forward to his hand, pleasure mounting.

Her clit was the most sensitive with her and he pressed on, even as they worked their way over to the cashier's till. The assistance had a bored expression on his face and didn't look in tune with anything that was going on there, scanning the items his mother had chosen – some pieces of cheaper jewellery that would work with her outfits and sunglasses – without really paying attention.

Mark would have liked to see them snap to attention, suddenly realising what was before them, the lewdness of the sheer debauchery. His mother tried to talk to the cashier, but she was not all that clear and kept mumbling, some of her words running together as if they were struggling over one another.

But that wasn't his problem to deal with as his mother moaned and whimpered right there in public, so close to orgasm. As his mother paid with her credit card, he slammed his fingers deep into her wet cunt and ground his thumb over her clit. As clumsy as his actions were, they were more than enough to get his mother over the edge.

“Ohhhhh!"

She moaned and shuddered, her legs shaking as if they were about to buckle right there in the open, but no one cared. His heart surged as he controlled and dominated her body, no one at all paying any attention to them. He wished, in a way, that people could tell what was going on, so he could revel in what he was forcing his mother to do.

But it was better that way – in the sense that he couldn't get caught. He took his mother by the arm so he could guide her back to the car, but his hand wandered between her boobs and her pussy, not knowing what he was more interested in. He squeezed her nipples, but his hand found its way back into her panties again, fingers teasing into the drool of her arousal and smearing it around her clit. Her folds tugged along with the pull of her fingers and his mother's stride was shorted and stilted, not knowing what else to do. She just had to go along with what Mark wanted, without understanding she had any choice in it at all.

She didn't. Not with the amulet.

When they reached the car, Mark pulled his hand away.

“I'm going to leave you alone now, mom, so you can drive."

“Mmm!" His mother groaned, giving him a petulant look that didn't sit right on her face at all. “But I was enjoying that! You should keep going!"

“Ah… Not now, mom," he said, thinking quickly. “But maybe you can drive and we can pick up my car in the morning? Then we can keep having fun."

He wasn't the best at thinking on his feet, but that was more than good enough for her. His mom happily slid into the driver's seat – she wouldn't have wanted to let her son drive anyway – and he rushed to the passenger's side, wanting to get home as quickly as possible. Or just get to where they could have more fun, for his mind was spinning out of control with everything he could get her to do.

Walk naked into work.

Suck his cock.

Cook his favourite dinner.

Go to the gym with her tits hanging out.

A lot of what he had in mind for her had to do with her exposure, but Mark had time yet to think of more ideas. As his mom drove, he instantly slid his hand back into her panties, sliding his thumb over her clit, which still had a little of her arousal clinging to it. It made it easier for him to tease her, though he didn't have too much interest in bringing her to orgasm again that time. It was all for his pleasure anyway.

“Ohhh… Mmm, Mark!"

His mother moaned happily as they drove home, though he smirked at the notion that his mother was just as dirty as he was. Even if she didn't realise she wasn't supposed to orgasm in public or be exposed like that, she definitely wanted her son to keep fingering her and playing with her body.

His fingers teased into her sex, squeezing two digits deep. His mother rolled her hips towards him, speeding up a little.

“So, mom…" He started. “How do you feel about me staring at your tits?"

“Mmm, I like it," she said, seeming exceptionally honest. “You just act like nothing else matters but my tits. It's flattering."

She was brighter and more cheerful than she usually was and he yearned to see more of that.

“And, well…" Mark floundered, trying to work out what he wanted to actually ask her. “What about…things like groping you in public? Orgasming when you were paying for, uh…sunglasses?"

His mother glanced at him, her brow furrowing faintly. If anything, she looked a bit confused that he was even asking her about that.

“Oh, that's wrong, Mark," she said quickly, her tone harder and more clipped than before, as if she was saying what she was supposed to only. “They're wrong! And dirty…ugh! I'd never do something like that, no."

Mark blinked.

“But you… Hm. So, you wouldn't like if I bent you over and fingered your pussy in a store like that? What about if I pinched your nipples when you were buying bread? Would you feel okay with her boobs hanging out and swinging everywhere you walked?"

He rushed with the questions, but it was not all that bad as his mother answered him. Her mind, in some way, seemed to filter through his clustered curiosity.

“No, no…" His mother's voice grew breathier, slowing down for a red light. “Ah… It's wrong and I don't want to do that. No real lady would do that, you know."

Mark shook his head.

“No, mom, tell me the truth."

He had more of an interest in playing with her that time, bringing her close to orgasm as she continued to deny that she wanted what he wanted. He had to press, digging into things, though his mom whined as she rolled her hips forward, trying to get him to bring her off.

“No… Mmmph!"

His mom took some time to persuade, letting her feel like she was going to climax – and then backing off at the last moment. Yet he knew what he was working towards and the fact that his mom wasn't pushing him away or telling him to stop gave him agency to keep pressing onward. He didn't need to pause when he had her exactly where he wanted her.

“Oh, Mark… Ohhh, fine, fine!"

His mom shuddered, giving in with a slump to her shoulders.

“I love it – yes!" She finally confessed, her hands shaking on the steering wheel, then gripping it far too hard. “I want you to keep doing things like that to me, even though I know it's wrong… It's still hot even if it's dirty and wrong! It's exposing and humiliating and I like having your hands on me like that!"

She gasped as he grinned and pressed on, rubbing her clit too quickly for her to hold back.

“And I want to keep being turned on by you and youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Ohhhhhhh!"

She cried out as he finally brought her to orgasm, her pussy gripping his fingers as it pulsed and twitched around them. Yet he was the one in complete and utter control as she rocked on his hand, suddenly jerking the steering wheel to the side. The car veered sharply across the road and Mark swore, trying to grab the wheel with his free hand, although it was not all that easy to stop the car when his mom still had control over the pedals.

With the car stopped at the side of the road, other cars blaring their horns and moving around them as if nothing had happened at all (though it was fortunate they hadn't crashed into them), they kissed. Passionately. His mother wrapped her arms around Mark's neck as her son leaned hungrily into her passion, his tongue invading her mouth desperately. It didn't matter at all that his kissing was not all that slick and smooth.

They made out lustfully as his tongue flicked against hers and they lost control in the moment, as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist. She moaned against him and that only served to further excite him, his cock hard and wanton. However, Mark didn't have to hide that part so much either, for he seemed under the amulet's influence too when he was around his mother – in the sense that it seemed to protect him from other people thinking there was something weird going on.

Mark, however, had so much more to do.

Continued in part five of six…