My POV: deep introspection; Mom's POV: start of a new kink

My POV:

I locked up securely as I left the house, and started my jog around downtown. I was pounding my feet extra hard against the concrete paving of the side walk deliberately. Partly to physically punish my mom for what she had just put me through, and partly to build up sweat to increase the toxicity of my feet's smell in order to overwhelm her senses as she had done to me. Equivalent exchange right? As my feet continued to pound out my hurt, anger, frustration and feelings of being betrayed on the unyielding pavement, I started to think more rationally about what had happened. It was true that I had often fantasized about having my face buried and smothered by my mom's ass and pussy. It was also true that, in my deepest, darkest and most secret dreams, I had fantasized about being a human toilet for my mother. So why was I so angry at her? She had essentially allowed me to fulfill all of my fantasies at once.

But had she really? A voice in my head spike up. I had always imagined how hot it would be to be able to physically consume her waste, how amazing it would be to have her body weight crush the air out of my lungs and preventing me from taking more! But as an inanimate object I had not truly been able to experience anything I had just absorbed it all without feeling anything. That was it! I realised. I hat been 'intimate' with her without any real intimacy. I wanted her to do, what she had just done to me, while I was in human form! I continued my jog for the next 3 hours before heading home.

By the time I got home, I was incredibly horny. It was a beautiful hot and sunny day, and all the gorgeous babes were out in drives downtown, barely wearing anything except what was needed for modesty and propriety's sake. I stripped naked and sat on my bed thinking hard. Mom deserved some recompense for the beating I had just put her through, but I didn't know how she would react if I carelessly carried out my final plan for her punishment and got her pregnant.

I decided to play it safe and picked up her 'face sock' and gently slid it over my raging hard on. Gripping it tightly, I started to jack off. To my slight embarrassment, it didn't take me long to finish. due to the visual stimuli from my run, the experience I had had as mom's panties and the thought of her being dominated by my feet, I had already been closed to busting my nut anyways. I tossed the sock onto my bed besides me and then decided to turn mom back before taking a long shower.

Returning from my shower, I saw my mom lying on my bed beaten and bruised with strings of cum covering her hair, face and neck. It looked like she had been assaulted and ****, which I realised with growing horror, she had! And I had been the perpetrator! I felt sick. I ran back to the bathroom and started projectile vomiting into the toilet.

Mom's POV:

She felt a tingling throughout her body and then she felt disjointed. It was as if she was still fully there, but different parts if her body were in different places at the same time. It was super disorientating. She tried to see what her son had written on the computer screen but it seemed too far away. She watched her son come back and slip out of his currently filthy attire. She felt her non existent eyes bulge as she saw what her son was packing.... How did he get so big? He certainly didn't inherit that from from his useless, limp dick piece of trash of a father! If she had had the capability to, she knew she would be drooling incessantly at the sight before her. God she hoped he has turned her into a pair of boxer briefs! She wanted, no she needed to be closer to that magnificent tool. To her heart rending frustration and disappointment she watched as he slipped on a new pair of boxers, some ratty old jogging shorts and a dirty old tank top. Picking up some extremely beaten up old sneakers he bent down to pick her, both of her? Up off the floor.

As realisation gradually dawned on her as to what he had done to her, and what he now planned to do with her, she tried to scream. But of course he couldn't hear her. Her world suddenly became pitch black as he finished dressing and slipped his now mom clad feet into the stale toxic dump that were his running sneakers. She wanted to wretch and gag at the wretched smell that enveloped her. Why couldn't her son at least wash his trainers at least twice a year like she did her yoga pants. She started to sulk. Then she screamed in agony as a heavy and crushing blow landed on her face, immediately followed by an equally heavy blow landing on her gut and pubic area.... No! She thought, he wouldn't! He wouldn't go for a serious run while wearing her would he? She had assumed he may take a gentle walk around the block for 30 minutes to punish her. But she knew his serious runs lasted for 3hours minimum and involves him running all over down town. Unable to seek the solace of unconsciousness, she resigned herself to her unbearable torment. She lost track of time, her face and gut eventually becoming numb to the repetitive and agonising pounding she was taking.

Suddenly, after what felt like an eternity, she felt cool fresh air hit her existence. If she could have, she would have sobbed in joy and relief. She barely even noticed her son stripping In front of her and sitting down next to her. She vaguely registered his huge 12" cock was as hard as a diamond and that he was looking down at her with a curious expression, but she was just so happy to be out of her tortuous prison she didn't think anything of it. It wasn't until he picked her up and started to move her closer to his cock that she started to pay closer attention. She felt him slide his cock into her head and grip her firmly around it. Fuck! She thought, Just stop it! Please not now! But it was no use, he started to stroke her up and down his member, gradually picking up speed and intensity until he blew a huge, thick load across her face. She felt herself being removed from his softening dick and being flung aside as she saw her son's cute, tight butt walking away from her to sit at his computer. Everything went white before her eyes and she felt a tingling sensation throughout her body once again. Suddenly everything in her body was aching, burning and agonising. Groaning, she was barely able to open her eyes to see her son had left the room. She heard the shower running and then stop. She closed her eyes against the pain coursing through her body and heard his soft footsteps returning, but they stopped short at the door. She heard an audible gasp of shock and horror and then more footsteps, running this time, heading away from her. He can't even stand to see the sight of his own handy work, she thought bitterly. Slowly, painfully, wincing at every movement she was making, she got herself out of the bed stripped herself naked, and made her way to the bathroom for a very long shower.

As she entered the bathroom she saw her son bending over the toilet, weeping as he was puking his guts up. "Get out!" She growled. "Go use the downstairs bath room if you're going to puke! I'm going to shower!" Her pain, her humiliation made her sound angrier than she really was, but still... Seeing him flinch and the teary look of abject guilt and horror in his eyes felt satisfying.

"Mom... I'm... I'm so..." He began to say through choked sobs. She didn't want to hear it.

"We'll have a very, very long talk about this later!" She whispered through gritted teeth, "for now, get the fuck out of this bathroom!" He fled immediately. She locked the door and turned the shower on to ice cold. Sitting herself underneath the icy jet if water, she hugged her knees close to her chest and finally let herself break down into her own tears.