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 Author: Linard ignius
Title: Mother 420.
Part:
Universe: Dolcett (Eastern spices)
Summary: The daily life of a stoner mother and her seventeen year old
stoner son in the region of DolcettE
Keywords: Extreme, Caution, snuff, drugs, m/F, inc, sm, asphyx, tort,
viol, rom, Mdom, bd, ds, slave

   Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fantasy set in another world.  If
you have troubles distinguishing fantasy from reality or are not of legal
age to read this, then please leave this page and seek urgent psychiatric
help.  I do not condone violence towards other humans.

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   Mother 420

   As I open the door to our 15th floor apartment, a familiar and
persistent cloud of weed smoke greets me.  I smile despite myself as I walk
into the constant hot-box that our place had seemed to have become of late,
nothing quite like a steamy THC sauna after a hard session of rock climbing
is there?  I move towards our kitchen, the current source of all the smoke.
When I get to the doorway, I can hear the water bubbling in our new glass
bong as mom pulls a huge shot of sativa goodness from it.  We had started
calling it "the green dragon" on account of it being light green and
monstrously huge.  I slowly sneak into the kitchen, taking off my backpack
and grabbing the wire from my back pocket.  Mom is facing away from the
door, sitting on the bamboo patio chair and looking out the open window,
her dusky brown body seemingly gleaming underneath her white, almost
transparent, robe.  The sunlight flooding in from the window in front of
her is lighting up both the weed infused room and her angelic visage in an
unearthly halo.  At 40 years of age she still looks like the paragon of
youth, at 4ft 10, her otherwise nubile body is accentuated by a set of
(rather out of proportion) thick, butt-cheeks.  Her frail body relaxes
slightly as she lets out a large cloud of weed smoke which joins the
already thick layer of haze filling the apartment.  She slumps back on the
chair.  Even from behind, I can make out the movement of her hands as they
roam over her sensual petite body underneath her half open robe.  I stroke
my hardening dick as the thick haze starts to have its effect on me while I
lie in silent wait a few feet behind her, watching her pleasure herself
with soft caresses.  When she starts filling the bong with small nugs
again, I grip both ends of the wire in either hands tightly, getting
comfortable around the handle as I slowly sneak, inch by inch, behind her
while she prepares to light up and pull another shot from the green dragon.
She lights the bowl with a candle.  Her slender flame bent over the bong,
those beautiful eyes of hers closed in absolute contentment, as she pulls
the entire massive column of smoke into her small lungs, finishing the
whole bowl in one go.

   The moment she finishes her pull, I quickly loop the wire over her head,
around her slender neck and pull the ends tight, completely cutting off her
airway.  Mom starts struggling immediately as her lungs burn with all the
smoke that she has just sucked in, unable to expel it back.  She tries to
turn her head back but my strong arms and the wire noose keep it in place.
I lean forward, my mouth inches from her ears and whisper "I'm home". 
Hearing my voice, she ceases her fruitless struggle and resumes pleasuring
herself furiously.  I loosen the wire a little, allowing her to tilt her
head back, her bulging eyes finally focusing on my face, her purple colored
lips ajar, her eyes congested red with tears streaming out of them.  At
about the two minute mark, her eyes start rolling up into her head and her
face starts turning blue.  That's when I kiss her cold lips and release the
strangle hold over her neck.  She immediately coughs out the smoke right
onto my face and I manage to inhale a lot of it, all the while she is
squirting uncontrollably, her cum flying all over the place, drenching both
the window and the kitchen counter.

   Her eyes flutter open after a minute and she looks up at me, her
beautiful face awash with a bright wide smile.  With the color of her face
almost returned, she says, "God!  That was such a wonderful surprise honey!
Welcome back, how was school?" Her hands resuming the slow caress over her,
now heaving breasts.  "You know, the usual" I tell mom while undoing her
robe, "Miss Crenshaw snuffed Millie in a class demo today, that was sort of
interesting, I guess." "Samantha's kid?" she asks, as I remove the wet
white lace thong off her dripping snatch, "Wasn't she at the top of your
class?" she asks, a faint look of curiosity emerging over her slightly
glazed over eyes.  "Yea, she volunteered, we were all really surprised to
be honest, including Miss Crenshaw, didn't know that bitch of a nerd had it
in her."

   "Weren't the two of you close friends?" she asks me, gently caressing my
growing hard-on from over my jeans, "I still remember how you used to beg
me to take you to Samantha's just so u could spend time with her." She
says, almost chuckling at my blushing face.  "That was a long time back
mom. She stopped speaking to me after she started getting her tits in and
started excelling the exams, miss perfect was too good to eat my ass,
but..." I say, pointing down to my gut, "Her ass roast sure as hell was
delicious." By now mom is already pulling my zipper down with her teeth,
eager to get at my raging hard on.

   My eight and a half inch fat-man swings free from its denim prison
hitting mom in the face.  She rubs herself over my length smearing some of
the precum from it on her face.  As she smiles, her tongue coiling around
my cock, that deranged expression of hers that I love so much, returns
while I moan under the intense wet ministrations of my horny petite mother.
She chuckles maniacally for a bit as she takes my cock into her hot mouth
while I take hold of her purple dyed curls and assist her throat in the
arduous task of swallowing my cock.  She keeps staring at me with those
hazy red eyes as I move her head over my cock in a blur, spit flying every
which way.  After a minute of abusing mom's throat I stop and start to
stretch out her mouth by pushing my cock against her cheeks from the
inside. "You know what my homework for the day is?" I ask her, hoping to
scare her with the tone of my voice...  without even letting go of my cock,
she says "Yam fuhre whafeve if ihh youill boo gweap ho-ey!" Pulling her
mouth off my cock using her violet hair, I get her face near mine and say,
"I'm supposed to prepare a report about mentally breaking a cunt", mauling
her golden dark tits hard in my claw like grip, "I was thinking of doing a
practical experiment", I said, giving her a smile seeing the ecstatic,
exaggerated smile on hers.  "All I need" I continue as I pull her head in
for a sloppy kiss, tasting the slight bitter aftertaste of the weed on her
spit, "is a willing cunt".  My painful grip on her hair still holding, I
rub my erect cock against her drenched, dark brown snatch between her hot
thighs.  "I'm already cock crazy honey" she says, after breaking off our
kiss, a thread of congealed spit hanging between our lips, "I am not sure
you will get good results using me" she said, still smiling.  "You don't
need to worry your pretty little head about that.  Now get your filthy
little cunt over my cock!" I say shaking her head before letting go of her
hair.

   She makes a happy snort like noise, before wrapping her left leg against
my body and then sort of hopping onto my dick with her pussy, barely
managing to balance herself on her tip toe as my dick sinks into the warm
and wet depths of her body.  As usual, this position is quite uncomfortable
for her, mainly because of our size difference.  She tries to hump my dick
from that extremely uncomfortable stance all the while looking at me with
those begging puppy dog eyes of hers.  This continues for a few seconds
before I grab her surprisingly bubbly butt-cheeks and pull her up into my
arms, holding her like a child while fucking her standing up.  The sounds
of my dick squelching inside her wet flesh along with our grunts and moans
fill the kitchen for a while as I fuck her, jerking her entire body with
the grip I have over her bubbly butt while she hugs me with all her
strength.  She doesn't weigh much, only about 44 kg's, mainly because of
the way she had been slave-trained growing up, but that's a story for
another day.  [Grew up being repeatedly crushed under her father's weight
in various games involving her, her mother and her sister.]

   After fucking her like that for about eight minutes I walk up to the
dining table and lay her on it and continuing to fuck her for five more
minutes before slowing down, bringing the excitement down for a bit, her
small yet slightly saggy tits like jello in my crushing grasp.  I stop
after a huge thrust, my cock head snug against the fleshy entrance of her
womb, my real birth place.  She lies there panting, her sweaty chest and
body heaving for air as I open up the silver ornamental box on the table
lying at an arm's length from us, in which mom keeps her stash of prerolled
blunts.  The smile on her face never wavers, even for a second, even as I
light the joint with a match and flick the spent hot match onto her smiling
face.  After taking the first big pull off it, I blow the smoke right into
her face and say "Well, what are you waiting for?  Fuck yourself on my cock
mom!"

   The warm fuzzy high from the weed creeps up my limbs as mom fucks
herself on my shaft using her arms as a leverage on the table while I
leisurely smoke the joint without even sharing it with her once.  "You know
I was thinking a lot about this, how do I go about breaking about
some...thing like you?  Something that enjoys being choked to
unconsciousness on a regular basis." I say before smoking the last of the
joint.  "And?  Did you come up with anything?" she says, in that usual
happy motherly tone of hers.  I grab her mouth open between my fingers and
she sticks her tongue right out!  Smiling wide, I throw the butt of the
joint into her mouth before letting her close her mouth.  "I have a few
ideas," I say, putting my hand over her closed mouth.  "Swallow!" I bark at
her and she does, her eyes tearing up because of the revolting taste. 
"First!" I declared "I am going to hurt you really, really bad." Showing
her the outstretched thumbs from my clenched fists.  She looks confused for
a second before her face morphs to pure agony when I stab both of them into
her either sides, crushing my way deep into the thin, frail abdomen.

   "AAAARRRGGGHHH!!" her scream rings out through the apartment as she lays
there, trembling from the brand new kind of pain, I am injuring her with
blunt trauma, my hand is insinuated into her abdomen just above the pelvic
bone.  She had stopped fucking me when I did that so I wiggle the thumbs
inside her, drawing jerks from her body in response "I don't remember
telling you to stop...  cunt." I whisper into her ears as she writhes in
agony.  She starts moving on my cock again, her cunt-walls now clamped much
tighter around my shaft.  Her face focused in a rigid mask of concentration
trying to work her pelvis without moving her abdomen much and failing
spectacularly at that with each thrust.  "HNNGGHH!  This...  hurts so much
baby!" She groans as she tries to increase the pace of her movements only
to fall back flat over the dinner table from the pain originating from my
thumbs.  "Really mom?" I ask, thrusting into her with my cock suddenly,
drawing another pained yelp from her, "but your pussy's so fucking wet." I
say, digging deeper into her sides with my thumbs.  "OOWWW!!!" she cries,
her body jerking involuntarily against my pincer thumb torture, "Haaah...
Haaah...  your thumbs are hurting me like hell baby...  but your cock, it
feels so good..." she whines.

   As I withdraw my thumbs from her body, I see dark brown blotches at the
points where I had dug into her body using my thumbs, I wouldn't be
surprised if she has a little internal bleeding as a result of that in
addition to the bruise already forming over her tortured skin.  Taking a
big breath of relief, she smiles up at me again, tears still flowing out of
her eyes.  My cock still pulsating inside her relaxing wetness, I look deep
into her overflowing eyes, I see nothing but desire, it's just like she
said, a cock-crazy slut all the way through.  I start fucking her in
earnest again, caressing the skin where I had just tortured her, her mildly
anorexic form almost shining under the light of the setting sun spilling
inside from the open balcony door, the elevations and depressions formed by
the bony prominences over her body like the contours of sand-dunes on a
desert.  She is moaning and getting into it as well when I suddenly use all
of my other four fingers and squeeze them into her sides curving the thin
layer of meat of her abdominal wall in my palms and getting a hold of the
top of her hip bone on either side.

   Only an ultrashort, weak, high pitched tone escapes her mouth this time,
mom looks like she has just been stabbed.  Open mouthed and wide eyed, the
shock of someone holding her hip bone like that seemingly freezing her in
her place.  "I am just getting started cunt!" I tell her as I use my grip
on her bone to propel her body and cunt on my cock, her entire body shakes
in fits as I pull on her hip bone repeatedly.  "It hurts...  to... 
breathe..." she croaks in a hoarse voice in between the strokes.  In
response I yank her body off the table, her legs wrapping around my waist
in reflex as she practically hangs off my body using solely her legs and my
grip on her pelvic bone.  It must be excruciatingly painful for her but
with her head hanging upside down away from me, I am unable to see her
face. I pull her body up towards me using my grip and she reflexively puts
hands around my neck as her upper torso swings up, showing me an expression
of utter horror on her beautiful dusky face.

   By all standards the experiment is a success by this time but it's not
completed yet, I keep fucking her as I walk out onto the balcony with her
clinging to the body of her torturer like her life depends on it.  There is
a strong wind today and her shoulder length violet hair whips about the
face presenting a truly Angelique vision of her tortured form before the
backdrop of the setting sun.  There I set her ass down on the waist length
railing, the fear is palpable in her rapid short breaths and her eyes as I
tell her "arms behind your head slave." She puts her shaking hands behind
her head slowly and I cum deep in her snatch at that moment, the very next
I am hanging her upper body off the rail upside down her frantic legs
gripping my waist tightly, my grip on the rim of her pelvic bone firm and
extremely painful.

   "You're such a sweaty little cunt aren't you?"

   These whispered words are the last straw as her shrill scream rings out
through the wind, her voice finally back as she finds herself teetering on
the very edge of certain death, over a 50 meters drop onto solid concrete,
held on solely by her son's grip on her sweating body and she starts
cumming and pissing all over me.  It hasn't been more than two minutes
before I drag her ass back over the railing and drop her onto the hard
floor of the balcony with a loud thud.  As she lays there, shivering and
sniffling in a puddle of her own piss and cum, I see the look of a broken
cunt on her face and proudly know that she will never be the same again.



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