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Appetitus Rationi Pareat
by The Confidence Man (hadden_industries@yahoo.com)

***

A wimpy high school teen fantasizes about his mom, a 
lawyer, being raped by the school bully. The bully 
finds out, and has the wimp drug his mom. (Mf, nc, rp, 
inc, oral, bd)

***

DISCLAIMER: I ALREADY KNOW THIS IS ONE FUCKED UP STORY. 
DON'T MESSAGE ME TELLING ME I'M A SICKO. IF THAT'S HOW 
YOU FEEL, YOU SHOULDN'T READ THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN 
WARNED.

***

In his four years here, never had Jeremy been in the 
principle's office. The amount of time Moe, on the 
other hand, spent here rivaled the amount of time he 
spent in class. Jeremy tried to surreptitiously glance 
over at Moe. There he was, was slouched in the chair, 
hands shoved in his baggy jeans, chewing on a strand of 
his long hair. 

Moe had tormented Jeremy for ages. But lately Jeremy's 
mom had butted in, after he had dragged himself home 
one day with a black and blue ear, and without a 
backpack. This was not good. His mom's interference 
just made things worse. She had good intentions, but 
she was clueless when it came to the slippery social 
dynamics of high school. Having kept an eye on Moe, she 
had found him not only bullying her son, but harassing 
freshman girls as well.

To make things worse, the school was afraid of Jeremy's 
mom. She was some sort of hot shot lawyer, with a 
record of suing public and private organizations for 
harassment, especially of women. Now she was bringing 
those skills to bear in order to defend her son. So 
there she was, on some tirade about Moe's lack of 
respect for protocol and the rule of law, and his lack 
of decency towards women and his son in particular. 

Jeremy grimaced at the implication that he was a 
female. But slighting his non-existent ego was the 
least of his problems. Moe was obviously furious, at 
Jeremy and his mom. He was making mocking gestures with 
his face when the principle and his mom weren't 
looking. Eventually, she caught the tail end of his 
pantomiming, and chastised him for his lack of respect 
for his elders. He mumbled "fucking bitch" under his 
breath. 

When it was over, Jeremy was not looking forward to 
gym. His locker was right next to Moe's. 

Jeremy always waited until all the others were gone. 
Changing clothes in the gym, in front of the other high 
school boys left him self-conscious, to the point of 
paralysis. And this invited bullying from a few, and 
snickering from others. Always that static. Better to 
let the others filter out, and then change. Lunch 
period was next, so there was no danger of being tardy. 
This time he added the precaution of entering late, in 
order to avoid Moe. By the time Jeremy started 
changing, everyone was gone. 

Despite being alone, he still had a towel wrapped 
around his waist. As he was pulling his shirt on, there 
was a commotion, Moe crashed into the locker room, high 
and loud. Fuck, Jeremy thought to himself. 

"Hey faggot," said Moe. His standard greeting. "I am 
going to fuck your mom."

The image in his head was evoked against his will. 
Jeremy pictured his mother bent over, with Moe behind 
her. There he was, wearing only his shaggy hair, his 
goatee, tall and wiry, a cigarette between his lips, 
pounding away at Jeremy's mom. Maybe he'd reach down 
now and then and bat her tits, or... Jeremy put a stop 
to the images. He didn't know why, but it was arousing, 
not just the picture, but the very idea, of this bully, 
this loser, this drugee, fucking precisely what Jeremy 
was supposed to value the most. 

Whatever the reason, Jeremy's erection didn't know the 
difference. Moments after Moe had spoken, Jeremy had a 
small tent in his towel. It was instantly noticeable. 
He tried to hide it, but that only drew further 
attention to it. 

"Holy shit!" Moe pointed and broke into laughter. 
Jeremy tried to leave, but Moe had the presence of 
mind, despite his laughing fit, to block Jeremy's path.

"You want me to fuck your mom, faggot?" He tried to 
suppress another bout of laughter. "You like that 
idea?"

"No," Jeremy said, knitting his eyebrows, attempting to 
look indigent. His erection had gone. Maybe he could 
pull it off. 

"I don't fucking believe you. I think you want me to 
actually fuck your mom. I think you like the idea of me 
pulling off her blouse, ripping off her bra, and 
sucking on her juicy titties, while you watch and 
masturbate."

Again Jeremy tried to bolt, but to no avail. His body 
had betrayed him again; the tent in his towel re-
appeared. Moe was staring in disbelief. It was true. 
Jeremy was actually getting off from the idea of Moe 
fucking his mother. Blush spread across Jeremy's pale 
chest, up to his neck.

"No shit, faggot," Moe said, gesturing to Jeremy's 
boner. "Actually, this kinda sucks." Jeremy raised his 
eyes at the unexpected response. "I always knew you 
were a fucking loser. But now there is nothing I can 
ever say or do to you that will make it more obvious 
that you are a loser than this, here, right now. I can 
fucking retire, man. You did my work for me." 

"I..." Jeremy began.

"Shut the fuck up. I never liked you, faggot. But now 
you make me fucking sick. You make me want to vomit." 
Moe slowly circled Jeremy. "No man should get off from 
imagining an enemy fucking his mom. You getting a boner 
thinking about that, well, just that is more fucked up 
than anything I've ever done." Moe then bitched slapped 
Jeremy. Not to hard, but hard enough. Jeremy tried not 
to cry, that familiar knot in his throat. It wasn't the 
pain. Moe was right. What kind of guy would get aroused 
by that? He was a loser.

"So tell you what, faggot. I'll do you a favor. Yea, 
I'll fuck your mom."

Jeremy's head snapped up.

"And you know what? You'll let me. Fuck, you'll help 
me. Why? Because you're a fucking lo-ser," he said, 
shoving his finger against Jeremy's forehead. Moe 
opened up his locked, rummage a bit, slammed the locker 
door. Moe picked up Jeremy's hand. At first, Jeremy 
resisted, but a mere glance from Moe ended that. He 
placed in Jeremy's hand a vial of some sort. 

"That's my own special cocktail. Stick some in your 
mom's drink, and she'll be out in 15, like a fucking 
dentist patient." Moe paused. No reaction. "How does 
tonight sound? Anyone else's be home?" No response. 
"You know what, I've seen you take a piss. You don't 
use the urinals. You use the toilets, like a pussy. You 
know what that means? That means you were raised by a 
woman. And that means your mom probably divorced a long 
time ago. Only someone without a man in the house would 
end up like you. I think you and your mom live alone. 
Am I right?" 

He was right, but Jeremy didn't say anything. He just 
stared at the tiled floor. 

"So tell me: Where do you live?" 

Nothing. 

"Faggot?" Impatient, Moe reached over, rummaged through 
Jeremy's belongings, until his found his pleated khaki 
pants. From the back pocket he removed Jeremy's wallet. 
"There we go," Moe said, reading off Jeremy's driver's 
license. 

"I'll be there at nine tonight. You better have your 
mom out cold by then. And yea, you could tell the cops 
or anyone else you like. But you won't. You know why?" 
Moe smiled, his thin lips stretching. "Because this'll 
be the highlight of your pathetic life. Never will you 
be more turned on than tonight. This is you wildest 
dream come true, aint it?" Jeremy looked up. Moe 
actually expected him to respond. "Aint it? You want 
this to happen more than I do." 

Nothing. 

"Ok, I'll give you a little help. If you don't do this, 
I'll fucking kill you. You hear that? I will. Think I 
won't?" He grabbed the back of Jeremy's neck with both 
hands. "You fucking make me so sick, that I'd kill you, 
just to do the world a favor. I have no reservations 
about putting someone like you under. Got that?" Jeremy 
nodded, as best he could. Moe released him. Moe 
abruptly turned and headed for the exit. "See you at 
nine, faggot." 

He had no choice. Right? They'd kill him. Moe said so. 
It was his mom's honor, or his life. There was no way 
out. That's what he told himself anyway. When he 
considered telling the cops, that idea would be fogged 
and usurped by images of Moe riding his mom... it was 
ok. She'd never know. There would be nothing for her to 
remember. As long as he wasn't too rough, whether it 
happened or not would make no difference in her life. 
Right?

This was crazy. He knew it. So he decided to 
masturbate. That way, when he was done, he'd no longer 
be turned on by this whole affair. And that worked -- 
for about three minutes. After that, he was back where 
he started. 

Around 8:30, he was in the dining room, just standing 
there, watching her. She was about his height, not 
tall, light brown hair, her body nice and rounded. She 
was still dressed professionally, from work. 

"How's it going, buddy?" she said to him, sitting at 
the table, reading a cook book. 

Jeremy casually moved behind her. "Can you get me a 
coke?" 

This can't be happening, he thought to himself. This 
was a test, some sort of test. Maybe she was in on it 
somehow. 

He mechanically poured his mother a Coke. Then he did 
it without thinking. One moment it was in his head, and 
the next moment, it was in his mom's Diet Coke. He 
didn't remember making the decision. It just happened. 
The dye was cast. That's it. 

By the time Moe arrived, Jeremy's mom was semi-
conscious. She was slumped in her chair. Jeremy was 
nearly hysterical with panic. All he could think was, 
'What have I done?'

As in a trace, Jeremy opened the door for Moe. He 
glanced briefly around the room, and then said, as a 
pizza man would "Yea, I'm here to fuck your mom?" 

Jeremy stood motionless, so Moe invited himself in. 
After a quick tour, he found her in the kitchen. "Hey, 
good work, faggot! I didn't actually think you'd do 
it." He approached her. "Yoohooo! Anyone home?" he 
waved his hand in front of her face. Her eyes were 
barely open, just a gurgle for a response. "Yup, no 
one's home."

With his index finger, Moe traced her lips. After 
completing a circuit, he pushed it into her mouth. With 
his other hand, he pursed her lips together, and made 
it look like she was going down on his finger. 

Without warning, Moe turned around, and in two strides, 
reached Jeremy. He pinned Jeremy to the floor. "What 
the hell?" Jeremy yelled. 

"I want your fucking pants off. I want to see," he 
clutched the inside of Jeremy's jeans "...and I want 
you to see that I see how turned on your are by all 
this." Finally, Jeremy stopped struggling. Soon, he was 
back on his feet, bottomless. His dick only slightly 
turgid. 

That done, Moe returned to Jeremy's mom. He bent down 
and licked her face, one long stroke, briefly pushing 
an eyelid open. He glanced over, and sure enough, 
Jeremy's dick was pointing straight out. "Good, faggot. 
Now check this out." Moe pulled down his own pants, and 
revealed a cock that wasn't as hard as Jeremy's. "Told 
you you'd be more turned on by this than even me. But 
don't worry. The night is young. I'll catch up soon 
enough."

Moe ripped off her blouse. Jeremy wondered how'd he 
explain that later on, but that thought was eclipsed by 
something he didn't expect. His mom was wearing one of 
those things that made your tummy look flatter than it 
really is. "The fuck is this?" He pulled at the 
material, trying to find out where it fastened on. "I 
didn't know that people actually wore this shit. Your 
mom is one stupid bitch," the last words came out in 
staccato, as he attempt to reach behind her to unstrap 
the material. 

He then stood up, and looked down at her. "How should I 
take off her bra?" He put his forefinger and thumb 
against his chin, feigning deep thought. "How does she 
like it? Rough? Soft?" He pulled the front of her bra 
strap outwards increasing its tension, and then he let 
it go, snapping back. She twitched. Finally, he decided 
on pulling one of her breasts out from under its cup, 
so that it hung on top of it. 

"How about that? Classy. She looks like a fucking 
crack-whore." 

Reaching down, he twisted her nipple, until it 
hardened, as Jeremy and Moe looked on. "Who would have 
thought this morning, while this bitch was lecturing 
me, that I'd be twisting her nipples that same night?" 
He guffawed. "I guess you sucked on this once, long 
ago. Now its my turn." He shoved as much of her breast 
as he could into his mouth, his cheeks sunken inward. 
It left a hickey surrounding her nipple. There was no 
way this was going to pass unnoticed. 

"Not bad," Moe said. He lifted her back up off the 
chair, long enough to unhook her bra. Once he had it in 
hand, he looked at the size. A c-cup. He then adjusted 
her breasts, as if they were figurines on a shelf, and 
then stepped back to look. "Not bad, for a woman her 
age. They sag a bit." Pointing, he continued "These 
stretch marks should go. And one tit is a little bigger 
than the other. Ever notice that?" He reached over and 
slapped the smaller one. "A little surgery could fix 
that." 

Moe's eyes lit up. "I wonder..." With his left hand, he 
lifted one of her breasts, while with he right hand, he 
tilted her head foreword. With a little pressure, he 
was able to make her breast touch her lips, just 
barely. Keeping her that way, he glanced back at 
Jeremy. His cock was visibly throbbing in time with his 
pulse. "Heh. Thought you might like that."

"One more thing before we move on." Moe kneeled beside 
her, placed her arms around him, and kissed her full on 
the lips. There they appeared to make out while he 
mauled one of her breasts. Jeremy, from afar, let out a 
barely perceptible moan. Standing up, Moe straddled 
both her and the chair. He took her head in both hands, 
and slowly guided his cock into her mouth. From there, 
he trusted his hips back and forth. 

"Fuck." He grimaced. "Fucking teeth. I can't close her 
mouth without her biting me. And I can't get enough 
contact with her mouth wide open." He tried, while one 
hand steadied her head, to purse her lips together with 
the other. "No good. He motion over to Jeremy. "Come 
here, faggot. I need your help." Jeremy obeyed, slowly. 
"I need you to push her lips against my cock, but 
without closing her fucking jaw. 

"I can't, I..."

"DO IT."

Jeremy stepped forward, kneeled, and placed his fingers 
around his mother's lips, pushing them against Moe's 
cock. He was up close, he could the veins on Moe's dick 
disappear in his mother's mouth. Traces of her lips 
stick smeared against both his fingers and Moe. 
Sometimes, he pulled out all the way, until her lips 
were kissing the tip of his dick. "I don't want to go 
too deep, and have her puke on me." 

Finally, he stopped, pulled out, and placed his balls 
in her mouth. He rested his cock on her face. Pre-cum 
dripped on her eye. "How many guys do you think have 
fantasized about shutting up this lawyer bitch by 
sticking a cock in her big mouth?" He smirked at 
Jeremy. 

Moe stepped back. "Ok enough of this. Help me strip 
her. I want to see her cunt." He lowered her to the 
floor, and went to work unbuttoning her jeans. "You 
grab one side, and I'll grab the other. Pull. But make 
sure you don't pull her panties down at the same time. 
I want to see her in them first."

The tight jeans slowly worked its way down her thighs. 
Jeremy had never been so close to his mom's legs 
before. He could see the light veins run beneath her 
skin, and an old scar he had never noticed. Strands of 
pubic hair were sticking out from either side of the 
crotch of her panties. Moe frowned, and indicated that 
they'd have to remedy that. 

Finally, the jeans came off her ankles, and Moe threw 
them across the room. "Ok. Go get some water, shaving 
cream, and a razor. We're going to shave her cunt." 
Jeremy was in disbelief. He hadn't counted on this. No 
sooner than he tried to protest, than his face was 
slapped. "Go."

After he returned with the materials, Jeremy was 
instructed to hold her legs wide open. Moe went to 
work, lathering her up, and shaving. 

Half way through, he demanded that Jeremy take over. 
"Shave your mom's cunt," was the way he put it. 

"I can't, Moe. She's my mom." This was the most defiant 
he had been so far. 

Using his index finger than thumb, Moe placed them on 
either side of her cunt lips, and flapped them open and 
closed, as if it were talking. In a mocking voice, he 
had the cunt say "well, Jeremy, you fucking gave me to 
your worst enemy. You can hardly say 'oh but she's my 
mom' now." Moe laughed in spite of himself.

Jeremy took the razor, and positioned himself between 
his mom's legs. With one hand, he positioned his 
mother's cunt-lips, and with the other, he shaved, in 
upward strokes. "Do the top too. I don't want to see 
any hair left." 

They rinsed her off. She was completely smooth, and a 
little red. There was no way in hell he'd be able to 
explain this when his mom awoke. "Good work. Women 
shouldn't allow themselves to grow down there. It's 
disgusting." 

Jeremy looked on as Moe straddled her, leaned forward 
and licked the entire area around her crotch. "Much 
better. See, you can't do that if she weren't shaved." 
He ran his fingers along the length of her now nude 
body. "Actually, she's not a bad looking ho," Moe said. 
"She has a little but of tummy," he said, "but nothing 
that a little exercise couldn't fix." 

Jeremy knew his mom was very sensitive about her 
abdomen. And here Moe was, jiggling it. "Let's check 
out her ass. In fact," Moe said, getting up and sitting 
on the chair, "pick her, and put her on my lap." 

"She's too..." 

"You can do it, faggot." Moe said. Jeremy positioned 
himself, putting his arms beneath her legs and back, 
and heaved her upwards, barely dumping her in Moe's 
lap, face down. Moe slid her forwards, until she was in 
the classic spanking position. "See," Moe said, "your 
bitchy mother here insulted me. She needs to be 
punished." With that, he raised his hand, and brought 
it down on her ass. A red hand-print appeared. He did 
it again. 

"When was the last time your mom was spanked, do you 
think? Being a hot-shot lawyer, it probably doesn't 
happen often. Good thing I'm here though, 'cause 
obviously," he said, striking her again, "she needed 
it. Don't you agree?" Moe stayed silent. "Faggot. Look 
at me. Does your mom deserve a spanking?" 

"Yes," he said, just above his breath. 

"Come here, faggot" Moe said. He pushed her ass even 
further upwards. "Spread open her butt cheeks." Jeremy 
placed his hands on each cheek. Softly. "Now spread 
them." He did, slowly bringing into view his mom's 
asshole and vagina. Moe licked the tips of two of his 
fingers and placed them in the entry of her cunt. He 
slowly pushed them in, up to his knuckled. He looked 
away, and knitted his brow, as if here searching for 
something. "There's her cervix. There's her g-spot. 
Ever thought I'd be touching your mom's cervix, 
faggot?"

Jeremy wasn't sure what a cervix was. Moe reached over 
with his thumb, and stuck it in her asshole. Moe, still 
spreading her ass cheeks, watched Moe's stubby thumb 
disappear into his mom's hole. "See? Like a bowling 
ball." All at once, he withdrew, and wiped himself off 
on her feet. "You know what we need to do? We need to 
mark this occasion," Moe said. "No one has ever owned 
your mom like this before, and probably no on will 
again. So bring me a..." he thought for a moment 
"...two pencils, paper, and scotch tape." Jeremy went 
in search, wondering what Moe was up to. 

Moe took the items from Jeremy. He tore the paper in 
half. One both wrote "Moe was here". He taped them to 
the tips of both pencils, like little flags, and stuck 
them in her asshole and cunt. "There we go. Like the 
fucking moon landing." Jeremy was at once crying, and 
yet harder than he'd been the entire night. 

"Ok, enough games," Moe said. "Let's get down to 
business." He removed the pencils, and slipped out from 
under her. Searching the kitchen, he found a 
retractable ironing board. He brought it down, and sat 
on it, testing its strength. "Good," he said to 
himself. "Time to fuck this ho."

Jeremy didn't even try to protest anymore. Together, 
they lifted her up, and placed her on the ironing 
board, but perpendicular to it, so that she was doubled 
over on it, her feet and hair grazing the floor. 

Wasting no time, Moe kicked open her legs, and stood 
between them. "Come here, faggot. Spit on your mom's 
cunt. I need some lube. You can do better than that 
bitch. Spit like a man. That's better." 

"Now pull open her cunt lips for me, and put my dick in 
her pussy." Moe threw his head back in exasperation. 
"Don't make me beat you. Do it, faggot."

Jeremy did as he was told. For the first time in his 
life, he touched his mom's pussy, pulling it open. He 
looked to where he had emerged 18 years before. And for 
the first time in his life, he touched another man's 
dick, and placed its head against his mom's hole. 
Carefully pushed Moe's cock into his mother's cunt. Moe 
pushed the rest of the way in, until he was inside her, 
to the balls. "Now ask me to fuck her."

"Please fuck her."

Moe stared, and shook his head.

"Pl.. please fuck my mom."

"If you insist," Moe said, and he began thrusting away. 
"Oh, and you can jack off now."

Jeremy watched, as Moe, the boy who had bullied him for 
as long as he could remember, pounded away at 
his mom. He dirty fingers were clutching her thick 
hips, his long greasy hair obscuring his face. "That's 
it," he'd mumble, "take it bitch, you know you like it, 
that's what you get." Moe drooled onto his dick, to 
lube it up more. Some of it missed, and landed on her 
heavy thighs. 

There was only the sound of Moe's breathing, the sloppy 
sound of his dick in her pussy, and the creaking of the 
ironing board. 

Beneath, almost touching the ground, was her face, 
upside down, being slapped repeatedly by her own 
breasts. Soon there was strings of saliva connected her 
mouth with her tits, as they bounced away. 

Jeremy was jacking off now, and ready to blow. Moe 
noticed this, and stopped, all at once. He approached 
Jeremy, and before he knew what was happening, had 
grabbed him, Moe's right arm around Jeremy's neck and 
his left arms hold his wrists together behind his back. 
Jeremy howled in protest, by Moe didn't care. He 
dragged the struggling boy between his mom's legs, his 
dick still sticking up. "No, no, NO!" but Moe didn't 
listed. 

With one, well aimed thrust, he pushed Jeremy's dick 
into his mom's pussy. Jeremy gasped. It was warm and 
wet from Moe's fucking. Somewhere in the back of his 
mind, Jeremy realized that he had just lost his 
virginity. But he was still struggling to get away. 
Moe, however, kept his grip firm, and pushed Jeremy's 
hips in and out of his mom, faster and faster. 

There was nothing Jeremy could do. The sensation was 
overwhelming, the site of himself fucking his mom, the 
feel of Moe strong arms holding him, the smell of his 
mom's crotch and Jeremy's sweat. "You ready to cum in 
your mom, faggot?" he said, breathing down his neck. 
"Look at her ass bouncing? You ready to make this 
stupid fucking cow pregnant? Fuck her birth canal!" 
With that, Jeremy howled and orgasmed into his mother. 
Moe pushed even further, keeping Jeremy's cock buried 
to the balls. 

He finally let Jeremy go. The boy collapsed to the 
ground, a string of his cum combined dripping out of 
his mom's cunt. 

"Uhhnn" was all he said. Moe leaned down next to him. 
"You just fucked your mom. Your cum is inside her. 
See?" He reached up, stuck a finger into his mom's 
pussy, pulled out a gob of cum, and smeared it on 
Jeremy's head. I made sure I never touched her with my 
fingers. You did all the work. All the evidence says 
you did this. You are in big fucking trouble."

"Wait," Jeremy said, regaining his senses. "You have 
to..."

"What?"

"I need you to..."

Moe was packing up his stuff. "Thanks for letting me 
fuck your mom, bro."

"I need you to fuck me," Jeremy said. 

"What?" Moe looked over in disbelief. 

"The only way they'll believe that I didn't do this, at 
least not willingly, is if I'm attacked too."

"What makes you think I'm going to fuck you? I'm not a 
fucking faggot." 

Jeremy, in a panic said, "If you do this, neither of us 
can rat each other out." 

"You can't rat me out as it is. There's no evidence." 

"I'll pay you," Jeremy blurted out. 

"That's more like it," Moe said. "What do you got? You 
better make it worth my while."

"I don't have much on me," Jeremy mumbled. 

"Then tough titty."

"But look," Jeremy said. "There's stuff around the 
house. Like jewelry. My mom's jewelry."

Together they scoured the master bedroom, until they 
found the box that all women have, the box they keep 
their jewelry in. It was sparkling inside. It was her 
collection. 

"You can take this, just fuck me in return," Jeremy 
said. He was pleading.

"Damn, you are a faggot," Moe said. "And this'll work 
out for me. I haven't busted a nut yet tonight. We're 
doing this next to your mom though." 

In the kitchen, Moe had Jeremy place his mom on the 
floor, face down. Moe instructed him to lie down on top 
of his mom. Without asking why, he obeyed. Jeremy's 
cock twitched as it lay nestled between he mom's but 
cheeks. 

Moe position himself behind them, and thrust his stiff 
cock into Jeremy's mom's pussy. There, he swished 
around, lubing himself up. He withdrew, and without 
warning, guided himself into Jeremy's asshole. Jeremy 
cried out in pain, into his mom's hair. But despite 
himself, he was getting harder, his cock burying itself 
further into his mom's ass.

After a minute of humping, Moe lifted Jeremy up, and 
placed him down face up, in between his mother's legs, 
the top of his head up against her crotch. Moe pushed 
his dick into Jeremy, missionary style. Jeremy grabbed 
onto Moe's arms for support, as he cried out. 

"Listen, faggot. I'm going to fuck you back into your 
mom's cunt, where you belong. You should have never 
been born. Should have never come out. I'm going to 
push you back in there." With that, Moe trusted his 
hips, pushing Jeremy's head up against his mother's 
pussy. "Get back in there, you sissy." Jeremy made 
strange whining sounds as Moe pounded away at his ass. 
"Hold on to your mom's legs. Good. Not push yourself 
up. Push. PUSH!" It was ridiculous, but somehow, to 
Jeremy, it made sense. He wrapped his legs around Moe, 
and shoved his ass into Moe's cock.

"I'm going to cum inside you now, you faggot. You want 
that? Yea?"

Jeremy surprised even Moe, when he all delirious, 
blurted out, "I love you daddy!" He felt his ass fill 
with warmth as Moe orgasmed inside him. 

"You are one sick fuck," Moe said. "You grew up without 
a daddy in the house, without someone to make a man out 
of you, without someone to fuck your mom, and now I did 
it for you. You are the most pathetic human being I 
have ever known." 

Moe washed himself off in the bathroom, and dressed. 
Jeremy was still lying there, between his mom's legs, 
panting.

Moe headed for the door. He paused, next to a picture 
on the wall. It had Jeremy, his mother, and... Yes, 
Jeremy's older sister. "Where the fuck is she now?" Moe 
said, motioning toward the picture. 

"Grad school," Jeremy managed to say, as if in a 
trance. "Huh. When is she coming home?"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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