Corrupting His Mother Ch. 02

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Chapter Two

When he made his way down for breakfast in the morning, he looked his mother over with a shrewd expression.

"What are you looking at?" She snapped at him, lips pinching together. "Don't just stare at me, Mark, get a chair and sit down for breakfast."

He rolled his eyes. It was time to push back, if only a little.

"Okay, mom, sure."

He sat down, reaching across for orange juice. Yet he accidentally tested the amulets effectiveness as the back of his hand grazed her large breasts. His mom's breasts were big enough anyways, but she had a shirt with a lower neckline that seemed to make them even harder to control that day.

"Oh!"

He flinched -- and then looked at her, checking her reaction. What would she do about it? Would she be corrupted? How far did the effect of the amulet, if it was even real, go?

To his delight, his mother only blinked and her expression seemed to soften. There was no snap or strictness in the slightest, no tightening of her brows as she furrowed lines into her forehead. He swallowed and his lower jaw fell slack. He hadn't truly believed the amulet would do something different in the slightest, but there was no possible way his mother would have not reacted to even an accidental boob brush if not for an ulterior force.

Oh, this could be very interesting...

Mark pushed his luck. He had to test her.

He scraped his chair back, though his mother didn't react that time. It was as if the amulet connected to his intent too: if he was not focusing on his mother, she would revert to her usual, firm self like she had when he'd entered the room. When he was thinking about her, even the tension dropped from the tighter clench of her jaw.

Maybe it could be good for her too.

He reached under the table as his mother merely looked at him, though there was no suspicion in her eyes. Mark took care unbuttoning his mother's black trousers -- she must have been planning to head into work for the day -- and unzipped them, pushing his hand into it.

His shoulders rounded, tension lining his frame. It was risky, so very risky -- and yet he had to push it, he had to see. He could completely turn the tables on his mother, who was always on his case, and held his breath as he watched her reaction.

His mom's lips twisted a little, but she was focused on her phone, acting as if he was merely doing something... Well, Mark wouldn't have been allowed to really touch her even on her shoulder usually, for she liked her space, so he didn't know what to compare her expression to. The fact of the matter was that he was able to slide his fingers down and against the folds of her pussy with her only shifting her hips. If anything, his mother seemed to push against him as he eased his hand into her underwear too, something lacey clinging to the back of his hand, and fingered her folds slowly, rubbing back and forth between them. A slight sheen of arousal clung to his finger, but he barely even understood the enormity of the amulet and all that was going to change for her.

His mom smiled at last as he eased a finger into her, feeling her entrance and teasing it deeper.

"Mmmm..."

She hummed as if under her breath. His mother merely opened her legs a little more so he had easier access to her pussy, but didn't throw herself at him or even pull away. It was as if she was simply passive, existing in the moment between two opposing states.

That passivity, well... It was kind of hot.

He grinned, licking his lips. It was time to take advantage of everything, getting payback on his mother for all the times she'd been way too hard on him!

He grabbed for her hips, wiping off his hand on her trousers without a care. Wriggling and tugging her trousers down, he slid them off her hips and down over her ass, pulling them down to her legs where he had more than enough room to work with.

"Mmph, get back..."

He didn't know what he was doing, how his desire for his mother had suddenly taken over -- but maybe Mark had been repressing things for too long already. He shoved her chair back from the table with his mother sitting on it and pressed her trousers to the floor, her underwear trapped and strained between her knees.

It was enough for him as he plunged his face between her legs and gave a long lap up her folds. Her pussy begged attention, though there was some hair there, as if she'd been growing out a shaved look, and his mom squirmed a little. With his tongue plunged into her sex, lapping up her growing arousal, Mark couldn't find it in himself to care one little bit.

"You are...kinda hairy, mom," he muttered, though he wasn't about to stop because of that.

"Uh, yes... Yes," she muttered, seeming a bit embarrassed as she wriggled against him, though his mother still didn't stop him. "I didn't expect any action, ah... So, I didn't shave."

She moaned and he pressed on, his heart pounding.

"Mmm... Don't shave, mom. I like it."

She mumbled something about him, but Mark didn't care. He was right where he wanted to be, living out his biggest fantasies. He dragged his tongue crudely between her folds, parting her sex with his thumbs lightly dug in on either side. He was likely being too rough with her, but Mark didn't care about that. At that time, it wasn't as if his mother could stop him from doing it.

He could do...anything to her he wanted. And that opened a whole world of possibilities up to him.

He smirked against her sex, flicking his tongue up against her clit -- but he couldn't honestly say he was that interested in pleasuring her specifically. He just wanted to control her, to use her, to get payback for everything she'd done to him.

Someone objective might have said that Mark had deserved her getting on his case for laziness, yet that was beside the point. With the amulet, one of five, he was in charge. And that was all that mattered.

He locked his lips around her clit, fingering her pussy, exploring her in any way that he could. His fingers curled up within her sex, though he was merely experimenting with what he could do, how he could use her.

His mother bucked against him and he relished in bringing his mom to climax. Her pussy squeezed around his fingers and, even at the point of orgasm, he yanked his fingers out so he could greedily lap up into her. His tongue flicked up into her ravenously, though his heart pounded and his cocked ached with that thrill of control.

There was so much he wanted to do... Yet Mark had to start somewhere.

He let her ride out her orgasm on his face, her hips rising and falling against his. His mom's arousal leaked on to his chin and he rubbed it off, finally pulling away with his chest heaving for breath.

"No more shaving, mom," he said firmly, trying to embody his mother's previously strict tone. "Let your hair grow out more."

He scrambled back a little awkwardly under the table, but, as he went to leave to see what more he could think of, he noticed something weird. His mother just...sat there. Not doing anything, staring in front of her. The phone was even back in her hand, but she seemed to be dazed as she looked at it, like she was not really present in the moment.

His mom didn't pull her trousers or her panties back up, strangely so. She blinked and looked back over her shoulder, as if she had just remembered the next thing she needed to get done that day, standing from her seat. Her trousers and underwear were left to fall around her ankles as she shuffled away, acting like that was all perfectly normal.

"Uh... Mom?" Mark raised his voice, regaining her attention. "What are you doing?

"You pulled my trousers down," she said plainly, as if there could be no question about it. "You didn't tell me to pull them back up yet, I didn't think to do so."

It was as if her mind was not linked to her mouth in that moment, like someone else was speaking for her. Was there something else in her mind, from the amulet, fuelling her corruption? While he grappled with the sharp changes in their life, Mark could not honestly say he cared.

His mother washed her dishes in the sink as he watched her, too curious about what was going on to stop her. She shuffled to the door and fetched her bag, though left the house seemingly for work without a care in the world. Her bottom half was left entirely bare, her panties catching on her shoes as she tried to walk.

Maybe the amulet would keep her like that until someone else told her to clothe herself again, or maybe it would wear off. As long as he had control over her, Mark didn't care.

There was so much to try.

Continued in part three of six...