The bad thing

Tuesday, 8:02 pm

Dear Diary,

I am back, sorry that it took a bit longer than I expected. So, maybe I can get through what I wanted to say last time now, and then follow with the news.

Let me see where I left off. Oh yeah. The bad side. Yeah, I kinda don't even want to write that down anymore, but I know... I know... if I don't write down the important things in my life, I am going to lose them. Well I wouldn't mind losing this bit, but I know that's not how it works so here we go.

You see, I had just bested Johnny in our battle of wits and stripped naked and assumed my new position. Let me just tell you, it worked like a charm. Johnny was staring at my cunt so intensely, I almost felt second hand shame! He must have been so embarrassed that his mother was showing her cunt in such a slutty way!

He told me to turn around and show him how my dickmilker can best receive a cock. Now, you already guessed it, among other things, in the break in between this entry and my last, I tried cleaning out his vocabulary again. I even thought of a smart idea on how not to have them end up with me, but it backfired. I'll get to that later, but let me just say, I'm going to be able to quote him rather precise from now on. I'm sorry in advance.

Anyway, I never had heard the term dickmilker for asshole before, but since he wanted me to turn around, it was the only somewhat reasonable explanation what he could have meant. It also made sense. He felt too big a shame to look at my cunt, so he hoped my 'dickmilker' would make him feel less embarrassed. Sadly for him, I took him very literally, and the only hole that truly ever milked a dick on my body was my pussy. (Yes, I know I have given 2 blowjobs before, but really was that 'milking'? The one in highschool I barely knew what I was doing and wanted to impress him, and the other for my husband on our anniversary was basically him just finishing from my boobs in my mouth, so my point stands!)

So I obediently turned around... and then bend over with a mischievous grin, spreading wide as I doubled his torment, showing him both my asshole and my ACTUAL dickmilker again. In hindsight, I curse my hubris. I have found a non abusive way to punish my son, and I seem to overdo it right away. In a seemed panic, Johnny stepped forward and tried to shield his eyes. He put one hand in front of my cunt, trying to grab it so I wouldn't move away and show it to him again, but I wiggled my hips away from him. I'm not gonna let my son touch me like that, obviously! With his other hand he tried the same with my asshole, but I must have wiggled too much because his thumb slipped into me.

Yes, you read that right. His thumb went into my asshole. And that's the beginning of the bad. He immediately felt the stone in my ass and started moving it around inside me. The shame of being touched indecently was overshadowed by the other one... I began to cry, both from shame and pain and apologized. I stole from him.

With a lot of wiggling and prodding he managed to get the stone out of my ass, and then he stared at it in disbelief. I kept apologizing for taking away what was clearly something important to him. I was so stupid, I even tried to smuggle it away and hide it. I acted like a common thief.

Finally he broke the silence and said that if I was a thief, I should be punished as well. That was such a relief at the time, because if he was going to punish me, it meant that once he was done with his punishment, he would eventually maybe forgive me for my mistake. And I was certain I did not earn that forgiveness, so really anything was fine. Well, except one thing.

I told him I'd not put on clothes again. He would get to punish me for my mistake, but that did not mean that his mistakes were erased just like that.

He nodded slowly and said that he has a lot of ideas of how to punish me, he just had to make sure his mind wasn't clouded by the sight of my cunt so he chose the right one. I quickly reassured him that any number of the punishments he chose would surely be correct, and thanked him again for forgiving me both the stealing and for being a slutty mommy who put things into her asshole.

This seemed to have been the motivation he was seeking as he quickly declared that this 'did it'. He had pushed me to my knees and told me to close my eyes, which I did of course. You don't disagree when you're being punished. He barked 'tongue out, open wide' or something like that, I don't fully remember because he gagged and choked me immediately after. I don't know where he might have gotten the gag from, but I felt my mouth very full and it became extremely hard to breath while I could feel him right in front of me. He must have been me as my first punishment, and he must have been really angry because he did it for a while. One or two minutes of letting me only get air for the shortest intervals and then me again, over and over until he finally was satisfied and groaned.

As my son removed my gag, I was uncertain if I could open my eyes yet, but I guess it was smart of me not to, because I must have drooled a HUGE amount. It must have been caught in the gag, because the second he removed it, I felt it splash all over my face and chest.

A few seconds later he grabbed my hair and rubbed something into them - I assume it was the gag that he cleaned, since as he let go of my head, a strain hit my cheek and felt wet. After a few more seconds I was allowed to open my eyes. One of them had a blob of saliva stuck to it, so it was hard to see, but Johnny insisted I dont fix anything and keep myself just like this as a sign of my mistake. He also insisted I dont look into any mirrors, but I attribute that to his still strong love for me as his mother. He knows I look shameful both as his punishment, and now also as part of mine, so he doesnt want me to see myself. Being the good mommy that I try to be, I fulfilled his wish.

After that he told me to leave his room. I tried to argue that I had to stay around and keep showing him my cunt, tits and asshole, because of his punishment, but he just said that he needed some alone time to further consider the punishments I was still to get. I dutifully removed myself from his room and went back to writing the earlier entry.

So... long text short, I got caught by my son being a horrible mother, but I am on the long, long way to fixing my mistake. You have to stand up for your mistakes, after all.

And now we are in the last interruption. See, while I was writing my entry, Johnny called for me. He said he was taking a short break from thinking so he was just informing me that I could come in and show him my cunt and asshole again until he continued. I was very proud of him that he didn't try to weasle out of his punishment, just because he was in charge of mine. I could tell my son had truelly matured in the last 24 hours.

While he was staring at my privates, he explained the next punishment. Johnny was very mature in this one, once again. He said that as part as his punishment he was suspended and grounded due to misbehavior, for 4 days. Since my mistake was a lot graver than his, I should be happy that he only had me do twice the amount. So he grounded me twice as long as he was grounded - which is a time period I had not yet decided, but I would not reduce it just to spare myself. Further he had me put in a notice to my boss that I would take a vacation starting immediately. This was to replace his suspension, since he couldnt really have me take unpaid vacation. I was about to tell him that he could, and it was within his right, as he already moved on. I did not want to seem rude so I remained quietly punishing him.

After this little detail had been cleared up, he send me downstairs to obey my orders, which I did. I had hoped to return to my entree, which he had called me away from, but sadly it did not get to that. Mere seconds after I was off the call with my boss I was called upstairs again.

Once there, I was informed of another thing. You see, due to me being a "dirty piece of fuckmeat who stuffs all the things of him into my needy asshole, snatch or wherever else I can fit him" (he made me take a note of his exact words after I blushed at his choice of them), I would have to submit myself to multiple inspections, including cavity searches, each day starting now. I was only half on board with it, since I understood he had lost his trust in me, sure - but also it might feel awkward if he got to inspect my naughty bits.

You see, he probably had not realized it back then, and since he hasn't changed his mind since, I assume he hasn't thought about it yet either. While I am shaming him with my display, if he were to actually inspect me that would mean he'd have to touch me, and that is obviously not covered by the punishment either of us got. It clearly is taking an acceptable and normal situation, and turning it sexual by accident. Like if I were to go to the pool with him, and my top ripped with my tits falling out. Imagine he'd see them and get a boner from it. It would be an awkward and embarrassing situation for everyone involved. I fear it would feel just like it, but we will see.

I know what you were gonna say. 'How could I let that option even stand in the room and not chew him out for it?' And you are right, I would have, if there wasn't something more pressing. You see, he inadvertently has given me a little reminder as he said that he'd be "so thorough with my body, I'll feel a phantom dick fucking my funbags at night afterwards". This reminded me that I still had to clean up his vocabulary again, and it clearly became more urgent by the minute. I quickly told him we were not done talking about that inspection issue and that I didn't agree with it for now.

I had stepped forward to him to put my lips to work again but he stopped me. Well, not right away of course, I did not let him. I kept sucking on his tongue and lick his mouth, just to spit out into an empty glass, since I wanted to keep the words out of my mouth as well. Eventually though he put his hands back on my tits to push me away, but just like before I didn't let him get away with it. He found a way though my grabbing twisting and pulling my nipples to both sides while pushing me back. It stung pretty bad, but I didn't say anything, since I knew it was just his helpless body relfexively trying to defend himself. I just wished he would have let go of them during our next conversation. I blame myself for not teaching him properly that it hurts a girl if you do this to her nipples, so I guess it is only right that I was the one who had to bear through it now, even if they still feel funny, thinking back at it.

I asked Johnny why he stopped me and found out that it was a good thing he did. He told me that this way wasn't working since the words weren't truly formed in his mouth, at least not these naughty ones. You see, they are a representation of his unfulfilled sexual thoughts and arousal. Obviously not at me, he promised me that neither my cockholster, my fuckmelons or my thiefing ass were giving him any arousal but just shame - as they should.

He said it was just natural arousal that came to a boy his age dozens of times per day, and if he wasn't properly fucked, they'd come out as naughty words. This put me in quite the dilemma. You see, I do make quite a lot of cash from my job, but hiring a prostitute to fuck my son multiple times each day would empty my savings rather quickly. Naturally I also could not do it myself, since he is my son.

At this very moment, the stinging pull on my nipples that he still hadn't let go of was what gave me the answer though. Don't worry, I wouldn't let him fuck my tits, what were you thinking?! That's his penis, that you were considering to put between my jugs there! I would never! Even though it's rea...

Anyway, my idea was obviously this: Since direct stimulation or contact with or to our primary sex organs was not an option since we are related, I could solve the issue by simply not going there. You see, just like it was not an issue that he pulled my sore nipples and rolled them between his fingers, I could just play with his balls! They are the source of sexual thoughts anyway, and they just spread them through his body, so tackling them right there would be best!

I explained the situation to him and he agreed, that would be a good temporary solution. He even clapped his hands together in joy of having found it - and in the process let go of my poor nipples finally. Sadly he hadn't moved backwards, so his clap ended up with my fuckmelons in between his hands, and him just slapping them both a couple times from both sides.

He quickly took off his pants and sat down on his bed, which is where I encountered the next problem. I had thought of just rubbing and stroking his balls with my hand, but he correctly reminded me that these thoughts are deep in the balls, and I wouldn't get them out at all without suction, so I had to use my mouth. Now don't get me wrong, I know what you're thinking! 'What's your problem, Angelica? Are you so vain that you won't suck on your sons balls just because they were hairy and smelled bad? And you call yourself a mother?'

So let me reassure you that: no. That was not the issue I had with it. You see, my son had a very huge erection as he sat down on the bed and opened his legs. And as his mother, that was not a sight I was ever meant to see!

I confronted Johnny with the problem and he just said that I could put my hands on it to cover it up, which I just laughed off. That was impossible for 3 different reasons, as I told him. First, my hands were busy pulling apart my asscheeks - which reminded him to change his position so that if I stepped before him, there was a mirror behind me in which he could continue his punishment during my cleaning.

Second, if I were to put my hands on his cock, then that would be direct contact to a primary sex object - his cock. So it was out as well.

Third, and this is something he should have noticed himself right away: It wouldn't work anyway. He was simly too big. Even if I put both my hands on it, heck even with both mine and one of his hands on it, the tip would still show. So how the hell was I meant to hide that thing with just my two hands?

He nodded and agreed to my reasoning. I suggested that I'll just close my eyes and he would hold his cock back with one hand so it wouldn't touch me, but he denied that. He said it wouldn't work if I couldn't clearly see his balls while I was sucking on them. This made us both think, but he seemed to think in more outlandish circles, since his mind wandered to something completely unrelated. If you wonder how I know where his mind went: He told me. Just there, after 30 seconds of silence with me pointedly not looking at his dick he just came up with a fully different request.

As a sign that I would not steal again, he said, I would get back the stone. I asked him where that suddenly came from but he hushed me and went on. He liked my idea of hiding it in my asshole since it was unlikely to be found by anyone other than him in the current situation. I just nodded to that, and he said that he wants to put it back there. According to him, it wont be stealing now since HE will put it in my asshole and not me, and also he'll know where it is. I'll have to bring it to him when he wants it and let him take it out to look at it when he feels like it, but at any other time, I'll get to carry it around in my backdoor. This way I could prove that I wont run off with it and try to steal it again.

Despite this being off from what we were talking about earlier, I agreed, and he had me 'tits on the ground, fuckholes facing at the cock' right after. He even tried to lighten the mood, though it failed. He made a bad joke about how he needed to loosen my asshole up by fucking it, but quickly apologized after I told him that such a joke was not funny and that if he would make such jokes again after I sucked his balls, I'll punish him! He relented and pushed the stone in again. It felt a bit smoother now, like my body was forming more around it and accept it better. Like it molded more to me. Which really was good given how rough it was the first time.

Johnny said back down on the bed and opened his legs. I was a bit too late and got a full view of his dick again. And at this point I must confess, I called it a dick in my head right there. It simply was not a 'penis'. I have to punish myself for those thoughts at some point, once this is all over with.

Lucky for me, my darling had not only thought of a method for me to regain his trust by filling my ass, he also fixed the problem of me seeing his manhood. He grabbed a folder and put it upright, then put it right under his dick so only his balls were dangling below. I nodded at the idea and kneeled down so he could see me in the mirror while leaning in.

Diary, let me tell you, it is NOT an easy job. You might think its just to put my lips on the two dangly bits and kiss, lick and then suck a bit. You might be right if my goal would have been to put a thought in his head and then be done. But that was NOT my goal. I had to get all those thoughts OUT of his head, so I had to listen to his grunts, his moans and when he cursed or insulted me. I knew he did those things as a reaction and involuntarily so I didn't get mad. I got excited since I knew that I had hit the right spot to get those words out of his brain. Well, lower brain.

After we were done he had asked me what I had thought when he called me a "Big titted Bimbo MILF that is begging for her sons cock up her ass" and I truthfully told him, that that exact line was what made me realise that it was very effective to circle my tongue around his balls while sucking.

There was a problem though. You see, to properly clean his vocabulary, I had to be quite energetic and move around as well. This must have been very uncomfortable on his cock, since it must have been tugged around along with his balls. So naturally he grabbed himself and held his manhood in his hand. I saw no problem with that, but I should not have been so nearsighted. You see, despite all my attempts and also Johnnys attempts at keeping his dick still and not wiggling, it moved around a lot. Heck, Johnnys hand basically moved around on his member so fast, I was worried he might hurt himself...

And then it happened. All that movement caused the folder that was blocking me from seeing my sons dick to be flung aside, and suddenly I was face to face with the one eyed snake. It was pointing downwards now, right at me and began to spit. Again, and again, and again, and again. Over and over. I am not a prude, I have had sex before, and even watched porn once or twice in my life. I know what an orgasm looks like. Or what it should look like. You see, this was like he was cumming more with each shot, and also he shot like... 30 times.

I tried to pull away but Johnny put his second hand on the back of my head and pushed me back against his balls, telling me to stay there. Clearly he was willing to work past this humiliating situation for both of us, if it meant I got to clean him to completion, which I admired deeply.

After painting my face white he told me I could move back and stop now, which I gladly did. I asked him what he would prefer we do about this situation and pointed at my face. Johnny quickly reminded me that I had to put my hand back on my ass, even if I had something on my face, or my punishment wouldn't work, so I corrected myself.

He then began to tell me how that stuff on my face was actually the manifestation of his bad words and thoughts, but I was stupidly not believing him. You see, I 'corrected' him and told him that it was clearly cum and that he had given me a facial, which surprised and shocked him deeply.

Though I should have let him finish, since that comment from me only made it worse. I pointed something out that was so blatantly obvious that we both knew it. He meant something else. He meant that the reason it was so much was, because his cum was infused with all his naughty thoughts and words. So all I did was point out this embarrassing fact. Great job Angelica. Maybe sometimes I should think before I speak.

Though technically it was not even a lie, because the white stuff that was on my face WAS only cum at this point. You see, the second it hit my face, or would have hit anywhere on my body, all those naughty thoughts and words were absorbed into me.

Johnny confessed that he had really really naughty thoughts in there, and they would thrive and grow inside of me if I didn't let them out bit by bit. So the only way for me to stop them taking over and making me do stuff like go around the neighborhood and ask for gangbangs is to use all these naughty words as often as possible. Johnny said since he was alone at home with me, most of them were directed at me even, so I have to talk about myself in the most misogynistic and insulting way I can for a while. Just a couple of years though, it wasn't permanent.

Once he was done explaining how male biology works to me, we went to the bathroom together to clean my face. Since my hands had to stay on my ass, I couldnt really clean it myself, and Johnny offered to help me. He didn't want the cum in the shower or sink that he used, which I could understand, so he put on some rubber gloves and pushed the cum into my mouth. The idea was that I could lean over the toilet and spit it out there afterwards, though it took too long and was too much to all fit into my mouth, so I had to swallow the first 4 times, but I did get to spit out the last bit. Silver lining.

Anyway, That's the important bits. Afterwards, we just went through the house together and did the chores. You don't think, just because of all this I would relent my decision that Johnny had to clean the house and do the chores around here now, did you?

Yours truly,

Angelica

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Author's notes: ... I wanted to upload this about 10 hours ago and then my internet was like... nope. Anyway... Oh boy, see... when I first originally planned this story, this bit was supposed to be 'step 1'. I had thought I'd get here in about 1000 words or less, you know... just setup for the story. A few hot bits in there, but nothing much, you know what I mean? Yeah...

Also remember how I said 2x2500 is better than 1x5000? Now we have 1x2500+1x4500.

This is taking a lot longer than I thought it would. Well, I hope you all like the story at least, if nothing else!