Mommy takes advantage of Lucas

When I’m standing naked in the living room, with my awful mom holding me hostage, my own body betrays me. It must’ve been the sensation of her gripping my wrists, but either way, I’m extremely turned on. She kept her eyes locked onto my penis as it hardened an inch from her handsome face.

“My my, Lucas your flower is bigger than I was expecting! I guess you really were developing into a man when I wasn’t looking…”

Mom’s red lipstick curled wider into an evil smile as she **** me to show her my erection. Her next words showed her true colors, “You look so good naked… and you have exactly the kind of penis I want inside me.”

My heart thumped faster and faster in my bare chest when I heard that— mommy really did want to fuck me tonight! I fought against her hold on my wrists, but she wouldn’t let me budge. She just stood up, practically biting through her lip in arousal, forcing my body to follow her as the scent of her dripping womanhood hit me for the first time. It was in this moment I remembered just how much bigger mommy was than me. I looked up at her cold, blue eyes, and whimpered softly.

“Goddess… the look on your face. No, we’re not having sex. I didn’t raise a stupid whore who would put out on the first date…” Mommy said, giving me a chance to breathe again. That brief feeling of safety was dashed when she amended, “But we’re still going to have a little fun since you’re already so hard for me~”

Without so much as a warning, mommy picked me up and pressed my face into the wall, my smaller body helpless in her strong, feminine grip. She took her panties off from under her tight cocktail dress, and started stroking my penis as she used her hips to shove me into the wall from behind.

“Now Lucas, you might think that only whores and stupid, runaway boys do this kind of thing, but you’re making momma very happy right now… men live to serve their wives, and you’re mine, after all~”

Momma had a hardcore Messiah-Whore complex, and her lectures tainted my mind too, so I… I felt like a filthy little tramp as she grinded on me. No matter what she might say. Her wet pussy left a trail of her pre-cum all across my naked ass, while I just tried to bite back any sounds I might make. She started stroking me faster, and a quiet moan left my soft, pink lips— no matter how aroused I was, I hated every second of mom’s skin touching mine.

My body disagreed with my fears, and my penis only got harder while she molested me against the wall. I winced, and bit back another loud moan as mom gripped my wrists, but…