The Book of Power

Inside the late-night club, the blasting music was deafening...

Strobe lights flashed over the packed dance floor where countless men and women grinded against each other, bodies slick with sweat, hips rolling to the filthy rhythm. 

The air smelled of spilled liquor, cheap perfume, and raw arousal.

In a secluded corner booth, away from the writhing crowd, a beautiful mature woman sat alone on the dark leather sofa. 

With her low-cut black dress clung to every lush curve, the deep V-neck barely containing her massive tits, creamy cleavage spilling out like an invitation to explore.

Her long legs were crossed, black stockings shimmering under the dim purple lights, heels dangling from one foot as she stared vacantly at the dance floor.

Her slightly tipsy eyes were vacant and listless, her languid expression carrying a hint of reminiscence and confusion.

Ethan... why are you such a playboy?

Thinking about her son, the woman's eyes quickly dimmed again as she grabbed the half-empty bottle of vodka on the table and gulped it down, the burn sliding down her throat doing nothing to dull the ache between her legs.

Ethan, a handsome young man... the boy she gave birth to... the one with whom she broke every taboo.

After years of an unsatisfied married life with her husband, the man who couldn't even last half a minute, who left her cunt aching and empty every night...her body screamed for a man. 

Desire clawed at her constantly, her pussy throbbing to ease the ache.

She had restrained herself for years, not cheating on her useless husband, but how could any woman control a body that burned like hers?

One day her son caught her masturbating like a bitch in heat. 

He walked in on her completely naked in the living room, legs spread obscenely wide like a cheap whore, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping, sloppy cunt, moaning and gasping  while her juices soaked the couch. 

Seeing such a scene, his lust soared as he pulled out his thick young cock and offered it to his own mother to use as dildo.

At that moment, she didn't know what came over her.

But she didn't scold him and instead, she stared straight at his cock, continued fingering her cunt and climaxed on the spot.

Only after her orgasm subsided and she came to her senses did she finally realise what she had done.

She scolded herself and told her son, to forget what he saw and never speak about it ever again.

He nodded and she sighed in relief, thinking fortunately it was just a one-time thing and nothing bad happened.

She was dead wrong.

Her son became completely addicted to his mom’s body. 

He started taking advantage of her every single chance he got.

It started slowly. 

Grabbing her fat ass, squeezing her massive tits, then rubbing her swollen clit while begging her to jerk his thick, throbbing cock.

Though she felt angry and heartbroken at her son’s perverted lust, seeing him so desperately hard made her weak. Her maternal heart softened and she gave in.

Who knew it would drag her down a path of no return.

Handjobs turned into sloppy, messy titfucks — her huge heavy breasts wrapped tightly around his fat shaft, drooling spit all over his cock. 

Soon came deepthroat blowjobs where she gagged and choked until her throat bulged. 

Then 69s where he devoured her soaked pussy while she slobbered all over his dick.

Whatever filthy thing he demanded, she eventually gave him. 

If she hesitated, he forced her to agree.

Whenever she told him to stop, he begged pitifully, saying he was uncomfortable and it was ruining his mental health. 

When tears didn’t work, he turned aggressive, demanding and even resorting to blackmailing her with a photo of her sucking his cock that he took.

While his dad was eating dinner, he’d slide his foot under the table and rub her cunt hard. When she was cooking, he’d come up behind her, grope her tits, and finger her until her legs shook. He was relentless.

Facing a son who lusted after his own mother and would do anything to bury his cock in her, using both threats and emotional tactics, Sera didn’t know what to do.

He was still her beloved son, the child she had carried and raised for 18 years.

In the end, she comforted herself with the fact that she still held onto her final boundary. 

She hadn’t crossed the ultimate taboo.

Alas… that comfort lasted only until his 19th birthday.

Eight months ago, on his birthday, after sending his drunk buddies home, when he finally looked at his tipsy mother and whispered in her ear that he wanted her pussy as his gift, making her stunned, frozen in disbelief.

But there was no stopping him.

Her useless husband wasn’t present at her birthday and her son's friends had gone back to their places.

Even if they weren't, they would probably join.

And, she was too drunk to stand properly or even think properly and couldn't refuse.

So, that night, he took full advantage of her tipsy, helpless state, and finally claimed the forbidden prize he had craved for so long.

After months of groping and grinding, weeks of forcing her to suck and titfuck him, he spread his own mother’s legs wide open and slammed his thick cock balls-deep into the same cunt he came out of.

That night Ethan unleashed every twisted, forbidden desire on his mom. 

He fucked her like a savage, pounding her pussy raw, slapping her tits, and calling her every dirty name before flooding her with his seeds.

When Sera woke up the next morning, she was a complete wreck — body covered in bruises, bite marks, sweat, and dried cum. 

The room stank of sex and semen and her cunt, completely sore, still gaping and leaking her son’s seed.

As the memories returned, she broke down sobbing.

Her son had taken advantage of her drunken state and forced himself on her.

(Ok it's just fantasy. Rapists should die...just like he'll die in a few chaps.)

She didn’t know what to do. 

Scolding him was useless. 

Calling the police was impossible, after all, he was her only son and she didn't want to destroy his future.

Even though she was drunk, she knew she shared some blame. 

If she had been firmer earlier when he started taking liberties with her, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

Now the ultimate taboo was broken.

She still wanted to stop before it was too late, but she knew Ethan wouldn’t allow it.

She clearly remembered the nasty insults he had growled while abusing her.

"You filthy fucking slut… you cock-teasing whore… walking around with those fat tits and juicy ass like a bitch in heat, seducing your own son with that slutty body… 

You've got no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you ..you’re nothing but a worthless cumdump sow whose only purpose is to milk her son’s cock…"

She knew her son had lusted after her for years. 

Now that he had finally tasted his mother’s tight, forbidden cunt, his hunger became ravenous.

And just as she feared, it only got worse.

After coming back from the college, he immediately stormed into the kitchen, pounced on her while she was cooking, ripped her clothes aside and fucked her raw right there on the counter, even as she sobbed and begged him to stop.

After finally finishing his load, he said he felt guilty and that it was just that he loved her so much that he couldn't control himself. 

Just what kind of twisted love was that?

And then, that same night, while his dad slept in their marital bed, Ethan sneaked in, spread his mother’s legs, and pounded her pussy hard right next to her sleeping husband as Sera bit the pillow desperately to muffle her moans, tears rolling down her cheeks, begging him to stop.

Only when she couldn’t hold back her screams did she plead with him to take her elsewhere and he dragged her to his room where he fucked her like a cheap whore the entire night.

For the weeks that followed, 

He used his mother’s body whenever the urge hit him.

He no longer treated her as the woman who gave birth to him, instead treated her like a cheap fucktoy — a mindless sow whose only purpose was to take his cock, shouting words like her rotten cunt was the best and the most fuckable.

Under his raging lust and forbidden desire, the fire inside Sera’s body, the burning sexual needs she had suppressed for years out of marital loyalty, finally sparked.

And it burned brighter than she could control.

At first she resisted and cried, begging him to let her go, but her lonely, neglected body betrayed her completely. 

A woman in her early 40s who hadn’t been properly fucked in years couldn’t resist a young, thick cock. 

Even when her mind screamed no, her cunt drooled, clenched, and milked him greedily and soon she was unconsciously slamming her fat ass down on his cock, riding him like a whore, moaning like a bitch in heat.

She found the pleasure in her mental pain and when that happened, she completely let herself go.

The forbidden thrill of mother-son incest only made it worse as they started fucking like animals every chance they got.

Quickies in the shower. Bent over the kitchen counter while dinner burned. Riding his cock on the couch while her husband was at work. 

Deepthroating him under the table during family dinners, swallowing his cum while smiling at her husband.

At night, after her husband fell asleep, she would go to her son's room without him asking and make love with him.

And after months of forbidden debauchery, she became addicted.

He was the second man in her life and he was the one born from her. 

No matter what kind of a person he was, when his cock was inside her hole, she would scream from ecstasy.

But Ethan was a playboy with a handsome face and a good cock.

There were plenty of college girls throwing themselves at him.

Slowly he started spending less time with his mother.

However, although he felt the chances were low, to make sure that she wouldn't cuckold him with some wild men outside, he had already put on a lot of effort.

After raping her on his birthday, everytime they had sex, he would tell me how much he loved her, and how fuckable her cunt was, making sure that she was emotionally invested.

Women were emotional, especially a woman who'd been lonely for years.

Anyway, sweet words didn't cost anything and he could coax her with them while looking for other targets to pound, why not?

It wasn't like he lost interest in her. 

Sera still had the ripest, creamiest, most addictive milf cunt he had ever fucked. 

Whenever he craved a perfect, experienced whore who would let him do anything, he came home and used his own mother like a personal cumdump.

After all, she was always home waiting with her legs spread.

And so, his visits to home became lesser and lesser.

After seeing that she didn't make a fuss even after he started looking for other sluts to plow, he completely let himself go.

And seeing how patient and loving she was, he started treating her as his emotional venting outlet.

How many sluts he fucked, how many sluts he wanted to fuck, while fucking her, not even caring how she felt.

Even after he didn't fuck her for days and weeks, leaving her neglected cunt empty, he didn't care, knowing that he was her sole emotional and sexual bond.

However, he forgot that sweet talk without actions to back it up was of no use.

Some things couldn't be calculated.

Not everyone has cheats.

For Sera, who had been burned by the flames of lust and had just broken all taboos and fallen into depravity, this emptiness was too damn torturous.

He didn't stop when she was scared, when she was afraid, he didn't stop when she was crying from despair and guilt, begging him to stop, begging him to let her go, begging him to not ravage his own mother.

He kept pounding and pounding against her defenses, against her morality, venting his desires on his mother again and again.

And now.

Now when she finally let herself go...when she finally threw away all the guilt and pain, giving in to the pain and pleasure, he left her alone.

How could you be so cruel?

At first she told herself it was okay... he was young, she was just an unsatisfied old hag, not worthy of monopolizing him. 

She didn't ask for promises, they couldn't afford them anyway.

All she wanted was for him to come to her when she needed it, to slide his thick cock inside her aching, dripping cunt whenever the emptiness became unbearable, filling her up, stretching her walls, making her feel whole again.

She didn't ask to be fucked every night... but occasionally... just once a week would have been enough to keep the hunger at bay.

But he couldn't even spare her a single night the whole week... and eventually a week turned into two, then three... then more.

Not only did he spend less and less time with her, even when he did finally show up once in a while, barely calming the unbearable ache throbbing deep inside her neglected cunt, she didn't feel the same raw desire he had when he first claimed her... not even a tenth of that fire.

Instead of whispering how much he loved her, how much he missed burying himself inside her, how he couldn't stop thinking about her tight pussy... or even giving some excuse why he hadn't come sooner...

But, instead, he talked about the girls he met, the cunts he fucked, the women he had his eyes on now.

What was she to him?

A convenient outlet?

A quick place to dump his load when nothing better was around?

Even treating her like a sow would've been better than a garbage dumb.

Previously when he didn't treat her like a person, at least, he satisfied her neglected cunt every night, but now...?

Although she kept telling herself that he still loved her the most, that he told her that she had the best cunt, he had ever fucked, that she shouldn't care about such things because he was still young and flirty, that mothers were supposed to be understanding...

But did she really not care?

No. That was pure self-deception.

Love is selfish.

No one stays indifferent when the person they love fucks others behind their back. 

Unless they don't truly love them at all.

(Not including cuckolds. They're another species.)

Things like harems don't work in the real world.

It was only because she was his mother, because they could never marry or have his children openly, that Sera turned a blind eye, tolerated it, and even indulged him.

After all, she was already quite old and he hadn't even entered into the society properly yet.

But as their sex life dwindled, she became hornier than ever.

She had always been a woman with a strong sex drive, and it only grew fiercer after tasting the forbidden fruit of her son's cock.

Before him, she could handle the emptiness. 

But after him...

As they say, 'After tasting honey, bitterness becomes hard to swallow.'

After being truly filled, stretched, ruined... she could never go back to that hollow life.

And now her son wasn't satisfying her anymore...

This time Ethan had gone on a trip with his friends — two guys and three girls: Eva, Sofia, and Mia. 

The first two already had the hots for him, and Mia was his regular fuckbuddy.

Although those girls weren't even close to her beauty or body, Sera was no longer in her prime. 

She couldn't compete with tight young college pussies.

With those three sluts along, it was obvious what they would be doing the whole trip.

Didn't he know there was a lonely, dripping woman waiting for him at home? 

A woman whose cunt throbbed and leaked just thinking about his cock?

Maybe he did. Maybe he was tired of her. Maybe she really was too old.

Thinking about it, she sighed softly and picked up the vodka bottle again, gulping it down heavily.

"Hey beautiful, drinking alone?"

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(End of the Chapter)

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