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Need is the Mother of Invention
by The Confidence Man (hadden_industries@yahoo.com)

***

High school bullies have a unique punishment for a kid 
and his mom. She has ten minutes to make her son cum, 
without touching him. Otherwise -- castration. A prim 
mother must learn -- fast -- to strip and talk dirty... 
for her son. (F/m-teen, nc, forced, exh)

***

Everyone called her "Mrs. B". She wasn't married – her 
husband had died a few years back, leaving her set for 
life. She had no particular job. Dating was an option, 
but Mrs. B. was in her 40s, and she looked it. Still, 
she had a very curvy body. A little heavy, but there 
was a silver lining – luscious, oversized breasts that 
contrasted against her small waist. She didn't play 
this up though. She was modest. She felt that dating 
again would be emotionally difficult for her son, at 
this critical stage in high school. 

Her son, Charlie, was small for his age of 16. 
Innocent. Unsurprisingly, he got picked on at school. 
Three guys, specifically – Buck and his two buddies. 
When he came home bruised, he begged his mom not to 
interfere. These guys were fucked up, he said. Though 
he didn't use that language. But he made it clear that 
Buck and his friends were the Columbine-kind of fucked 
up. And they knew where he lived. So she agreed to a 
hands-off approach, after much reluctance. 

The second time it happened, she didn't even argue. She 
went straight to the school's principal. 

There, Buck and his crew were called in from class, and 
she revealed the systematic abuse which her son was 
suffering at their hands. She had pictures. The works. 
The boys, Buck especially, leered at her, blatantly 
checking out her breasts. No decision was made on that 
occasion, but as the boys were dismissed, Buck 
whispered in Mrs. B's ear: "you're going to regret 
this, bitch." 

The boys were, unsurprisingly, expelled. Not one day 
had passed after their expulsion, when they showed up 
at Mrs. B's house. When she opened the door, they burst 
in, grabbing her. Charlie, hearing the commotion ran 
downstairs, only to have an arm encircle his neck from 
behind. They had knives. Charlie and his mom were 
quickly gagged. 

"Mrs. B... actually, I'm going to call you 'Mrs. Bags' 
because of your tits," Buck said. The boys chuckled. 
Mrs. B's eyes where wild with fear. And Charlie, he 
didn't even know his mom had gone to the principle. But 
the boys explained it to him then in there what his mom 
did. They states, in no uncertain terms, that Mrs. B 
and her son were going to pay. 

"We're going to play a little game." With that, the 
boys stripped Charlie's clothes until he was naked. 
Mrs. B struggled, but couldn't break free. Charlie 
couldn't do much to resist, with a knife at his throat. 
He was forced to sit on a chair, leaning off the edge. 
There, one of the boys moved the knife from Charlie's 
neck, to under his balls. Charlie made a strange 
whining sound in response. 

"Shut up, you aint a girl yet", Buck said. "Here are 
the rules, Mrs. Bags. You have ten minutes – ten, to 
make Charlie cum. But you can't touch him. Only he can 
touch himself. If you fail, my buddy here will cut off 
Charlie's balls, and you'll have a lovely daughter 
instead of a son. He ain't much of a man anyway. Same 
goes if you try to attack any of us or try to leave or 
call for help. He turned to Charlie "And same goes for 
you. You try to get, try to leave, try anything other 
than playing with that baby dick of yours, and 
'snip!'".

Buck motioned one of the boys, who proceeded to set up 
a tripod and video camera. 

"For memories." Buck removed her gag. "So get to it, 
Mrs. Bags." 

She stood there, aghast. 

Buck looked at his watch. "You have nine minutes and 
fifty-five seconds until we put Charlie's severed balls 
in the trash compacter."

Mrs. B had no choice. She had to help Charlie cum. 
Charlie didn't see how doing so was possible. He and 
his mother were being held hostage. He had a knife 
against his balls. He was being threatened with 
castration. This wasn't exactly conducive to 
masturbation. Fear was all he felt. And shame. 


He watched as his mother rose, looking uncertain. She 
opened and closed her mouth a few times, then finally 
blurted out:

"Uh, Charlie, do you want to see my... see my tits?" 

Charlie was in disbelief, amidst the snickers. He his 
mom just said that? She started unbuttoning her blouse, 
pulling the top half apart and tucked the open flaps 
under her breasts. 

Charlie had only fleeting glimpses of his mother's 
breasts over the years. Now he was staring straight 
into her cleavage. He could see the dark outline of her 
nipples against the plain white bra. But he could also 
feel the knife against his balls. He wasn't remotely 
hard.

Mrs. B. noticed this too. "I've seen you take a sneak 
peak down my blouse before, Charlie. I know my... 
titties turn you on." She held her bra-ensconced 
breasts up. "Have you ever gone into my things to find 
out what bra-size I wear? I know you have. They're 38 
double-F." She ripped open the rest of her blouse, and 
threw it aside. Her breasts, even encased in her bra, 
were enormous. Her gut protruded a little bit, but that 
was to be expected. She reached behind herself to 
unclasp her bra, but halted, deciding against it. 

Charlie was still soft. He had seen his mother in a 
two-piece before – the really wasn't any different. 
Except that he was scared as hell. 

She turned it up a notch. "Baby, I'm a woman, and have 
sexual needs too. I know you do. Why can't we satisfy 
those needs together?" she said, as she caressed her 
breasts. "I've always wanted you, Charlie. That's the 
truth. Ever since your dad left, I've been masturbating 
to the image of you replacing him in my bed." She 
seemed sincere. But this couldn't be real. Either way, 
he was still soft.
He should have been hard, but the stress of knowing how 
important it was to get an erection, kept him from 
accomplishing that end.


"You hear that Charlie?" one of the guys said. "Your 
mommy wants you to fuck her!" 

Buck slapped the guy behind the head. "Don't fucking 
help her out turning him on."

"What would you like, Charlie? Do you want my body? 
I'll let you nibble on my nipples, and chew on my 
tits..." she was getting more comfortable with the 
language "...and you can shove your... cock... into my 
hairy... you know, my hairy cunt." The guys cheered. 
She unbuttoned her jeans, pushed them to her ankles, 
and stepped out of them. She had hefty thighs. Then she 
locked her thumbs around the band of her plain white 
panties, and slowly pulled them down, revealing more 
and more bush. 

"My cunny needs a nice fat cock, Charlie. I can see you 
have that. And there's no one I'd rather to have inside 
me than my own son." With that, she removed her 
panties. Bush abounded. 

Charlie's penis, originally at an oddly bent shape, 
began to unfold, slightly. Seeing his reaction, Mrs. B. 
continued. 

"Or how about I get on my hands and knees by the door 
every afternoon... when you come home, I can greet you 
with a blowjob. You like to have your... you know, your 
cock... sucked, right Charlie? Would you let mommy suck 
your cock? Wouldn't you like to have my lips wrapped 
around your rod?" She stuck two fingers in her mouth 
and pumped them. "I'm a swallower, Charlie. I like the 
taste of cum. And I'd love to taste my son's cum. Would 
you like that?"

The guys reacted with jeers and hollers. Ignoring them, 
she continued. Charlie cock, though straightened out, 
was still soft. Mrs. B.'s eyes showed desperation. 

She decided to include more specific in the imagery she 
was evoking. "I could be your sex-slave, Charlie. Would 
you like that? Your own personal... fuck-meat? Think 
about it. You don't have to masturbate any more. 
Imagine you're doing your homework, and you feel 
restless... you want to get off. Usually, you'd 
masturbate, right? You'd use the Internet. But now you 
just have to find me." 

"Suppose I'm washing the dishes. You can come behind 
mine, and pull of my pants, pull my panties to the 
side, bend me over the sink, and fuck the... fuck the 
shit out of me."

His cock twitched. See this, she found hope, and went 
further. 

"Yea Charlie, you can rip open my blouse and bra, push 
mommy over the edge of the sink, until my tits dip into 
the soapy water. And when you fuck my wet cunt, my tits 
will slap the water." The vivid picture was having an 
effect on Charlie. 
"You can pull my hair up, until my back is arched, and 
fuck me while you grope at my soapy tits."

"Or, if you like, whenever you're horny, you can just 
call out to me. I'd come to your room, to satisfy you. 
Like a bimbo. No more need for tissues, Charlie. You 
can use my mouth instead. Your own personal mommy cum 
bucket." She tweaked her nipples, making them harder.

Charlie felt like his dreaming. This can't be real.

"And not just at home, but in public too. We can go to 
a restaurant, you know, the Mexican one, and I'll jack 
you off under the table. With your cum in my hand, I'll 
use it as a dipping sauce for the chips you like so 
much."

The boys cracked up. "Your momma got her a nasty mind, 
Charlie!" said Buck. Her talk was having an effect. 
Charlie's cock was hard, but hadn't lifted off his 
balls yet. Mrs. B. went further.

"How about I go down on you in Church, Charlie? We can 
pick an empty pew, and I'll bend over. We can commit 
incest in Church. We can do that every Sunday. Isn't 
that a good motivation to go to Church? A blowjob from 
your mom?" 

Not much of an affect. She swayed her hips from side to 
side and brushed her hand through her hair seductively 
while she gropes for ideas.

In one motion she unsnapped her bra – her tits bounced 
out. Her nipples were dark brown. She hefted her 
breasts, each one in a hand. "Do you like my titties, 
Charlie? My udders? My cow tits? Melons? Fun Bags? Do 
you want to suckle on my nipples, Charlie? It's 
perfectly natural." She brought one her breasts to her 
mouth, and licked her own nipple.

Charlie's cock was about an inch off his balls. "Three 
minutes left, Mrs. Bags!" She decided on a hail-Mary 
pass. 

"Maybe your mom is too flabby and old for you. Maybe 
you'd prefer someone younger. Closer to your age. Have 
you ever..." she hesitated, and then burst out "have 
you ever fantasized about raping someone?"

The boys reacted. "Daaaaamn, Mrs. Bags!"

She ignored them. "I could find a nice girl for you... 
someone fit and trim and hot... a blonde. Would you 
like a young, hot, trim blonde to fuck, Charlie? Like 
one of those joggers you always check out. We can sit 
on the porch one day, and watch them jog by. And you 
can rate them. 'This one has a nice ass, but her 
titties are kinda small,' that sort of thing. Then you 
pick out your favorite, like a flavor of ice-cream. 
Then mommy will do the rest. See, women never suspect 
other women. All I have to do is approach her when 
she's alone, with some excuse. Then a rag and 
chloroform will do the rest. I can tie her up, and 
bring her here." 

Charlie was in shock, but he was also getting hot.

"A few tabs of Vicadin, or some other drugs will keep 
her subdued. I'll tie a red ribbon around her – just 
like I do for Christmas – and give her to you, to my 
boy, as a present, the best present ever! You can get a 
pair of scissors and unwrap your present, by cutting 
off her tight shorts and sports bra. I'll tie her feet 
to the radiator, and pin her arms to the ground myself, 
while your grope the bitch. She deserves it, Charlie! 
For being so hot. I certainly wouldn't mind bringing 
her down a few notches, you know, these blonde bitches. 
You can feel her up, discover ever crevice in her tight 
body. How would you like to slap her face with your 
hard dick? Drag your pre-cum along her lips?" She 
paused, realizing that she made a mistake by drawing 
his attention to his dick. She quickly continued.

"You can then stick a couple finger in her cunt, and 
see what's up there. I'll be a source of encouragement. 
I want my boy to like his present. See how the drugged 
bitch reacts to that. Finally, you can fuck her. Fuck 
the living shit out of her. I'll hold her down, while 
you push your cock inside that bitch's hole. Would you 
like that Charlie?" 

She now had her legs spread, slight, and was playing 
with her pussy. Whether she was actually aroused, or 
whether it was just for show, Charlie couldn't tell. 
But Charlie was finally hard, more or less. Buck said, 
"You're doing a good job, Mrs. Bags. You are a whore."

"He's right." She said, looking into Charlie's eyes. Up 
until now, she couldn't meet his stare. "I am a whore. 
And when this is all over, you can finally treat me the 
way I really am. How would you like to pimp me out, 
Charlie? To your friends. You can invite them over, and 
start by selling a glimpse at my tits. I bet your 
friends think I'm a total MILF, right? I'll flash them 
for five bucks. You can sell my mouth or my asshole or 
my cunny for fifty bucks. I'd do it, Charlie. Your 
friends could line up, and fuck me one by one. And you 
could collect the money. Everyone would be happy. You 
get cash, your friends get MILF pussy, and I'd get 
cock."

"Two minutes left, Mrs. B, and after that, Charlie here 
becomes Charlene." The boys laughed at his inane joke.

Charlie's penis was rigid. It was working. Mrs. B 
realized that what turned on Charlie the most was the 
image of other guys fucking her. She knew what to do. 
She took one step towards Buck, and then knelt in front 
of him. "You don't mind, do you Buck?" 

She unsnapped Buck's jeans, pulled them to his ankles 
then pulled off his boxers. His rock-hard cock sprung 
free. Without hesitation, she engulfed the cock in her 
mouth, as far as she could. She had, down her throat, 
the cock of the bully who had beat up her son. 

She slurped as noisy and messy as she could muster, 
feeling Charlie's eyes on her.

The boys cheered. Buck was ecstatic. "Yea, you fucking 
bitch! Suck my dick! That's where you belong, bitch! 
You should have never crossed me! Now I have your fat 
ass here sucking my dick like ten dollar whore!" She 
continued, unabated. She pulled her mouth off his cock, 
and proceeded to lick his shaft, stopping at the tip 
where she sucked the mushroom head vigorously. He was 
about to come. 

She pulled the cock out of her mouth and yelled, "Cum 
on my face baby!" and he did. The first spur covered 
her eyebrow and one of her eyes. The subsequent ones 
left her nose and lips with gobs of cum. 

Mrs. B. turned to her son. Just one meter away, she sat 
down in front of Charlie, and proceeded to wipe the cum 
off her face with her middle finger, and suck it clean. 
She acted like it was chocolate syrup.

Charlie had witnessed the impossible. Hands pumping, he 
shot his load. 

Everyone else, include his mom, cheered.

"Good job, Mrs. Bags!" Buck had the knife removed from 
under Charlie's balls. "Now you give each of my boys 
here a blow job, and we'll leave you and your son." At 
this point, the task seemed like nothing at all. She 
sucked off the other two boys, while Buck held Charlie 
hostage. 

Afterwards, they packed up their camera, and began to 
clear out. "Thanks for the show, Mrs. Bags! I don't 
think any of us will forget today. Oh, and in case you 
go to the police, I'll make sure that everyone sees the 
tape."

Once they were gone, Mrs. B and Charlie found 
themselves sitting, each naked, on the living room 
floor. They looked at each other, stunned at how much 
their lives had changed in 10 minutes. "Come here, 
baby," she said. 

"Mom... was any of what you said true?"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
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