You dominate Penny

While Penny deliberated on how to approach her growing need to have her boy back in her hole, you had plans of your own.

You had dominated every woman you had ever come into contact with. You had become a bull for several couples. You convinced every taken woman you had come in contact with to cheat. But there was one woman who would remain unattainable by societal standards. Tonight, you would break this last taboo by staking your claim on Penny, your mom. She would be yours and you would make it known, so no one would doubt your virility.

Ryan had left for work. Penny was in the kitchen, washing dishes in her black, lacy nightie. You could see her thin underwear and plump ass through the material. Why had dad wasted this body? She had these curvaceous birthing hips that drove you wild -- the birthing hips you came out of.

It occurred to you that it was fate that you were this perfect. You came from the perfect body. It was fate that the two of you would join. Penny didn't belong with just anybody -- her tits, her ass, her pussy demanded better. They demanded a cock that could tame them. In this instance, the necessary body just happened to belong to you, her son.

You stood in the doorway to the kitchen, stark naked, rubbing the length of your massive, erect shaft to the image of her swaying ass. Stepping forward, you reached out and grabbed a chunk of her ass meat, slapping the tips of your fingers against the front of her clothed pussy lips. Penny yelped in surprise. She tried to turn around, but you **** your other hand on her shoulder. She dropped the dishes she was holding into the sink filled with soapy water.

"John?!" She squealed, "What are you -- What are yo--" She trailed off as you rubbed your fingers over her ass and lips roughly. Her juices flowed out, coating her panties. Soon, she was flowing down her legs. You scooped up a puddle of her juices and sucked them off your fingers.

"Just like I remembered," you breathed into her ear, "You've wanted this for some time, haven't you?"

"Y--ye--yes..." She struggled to get out as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"Dad couldn't make you cum just from his hand could he?" In one swift motion, you easily tore her damp panties apart and shoved two of your fat fingers into her cunt. Being the skilled man you were, you went straight for her g spot and violently shook your hand, curling your other hand to massage her clit.

"Holy -- holy fuck -- John -- Oh my god -- Jesus Christ -- oh fuck --" Penny rambled on, cumming several times against your hand, her cum gathering in your palm. You took your fingers out and fed her, her own juices now covering her jaw and neck.

"You're mine now, understand?" You demanded, "No fucking Ryan. No touching Ryan. You are mine." You moved your palm to her belly and massaged it, "I'm here to reclaim what is mine. The womb I came from is mine. Your orgasms are mine."

Penny could do nothing but nod and moan as your wrapped your fingers around her throat. You were giving her what she always wanted. You were making her one of your sluts.

"You're nothing compared to me. I own you." You positioned your cock at the entrance to Penny's pussy, your original home. Moving on hand to take hold of your base, you shook your head against Penny's clit. She shuddered and moaned. "You like that? You like when your own son makes you cum? You dirty slut." You violently slapped her twice before taking hold of her throat again. "Now say it. If you want to ever cum again, say I own you, out loud. Admit your submission to me. Admit Ryan's submission to me. Only then will I fuck you like the fucking whore you are."

"Please..." Penny moaned, looking into your eyes, tears welling up, "Let me show you..."

For an instant, she saw a recognition of sympathy in your eyes. You loosened your grip on her throat and she turned around, facing you. Bending down, she removed the rest of her clothing -- no bra underneath. You were now man and woman -- standing naked before each other. The heavy tits you once fed from looking back at you hungrily.

Penny leaned forward, rubbing her hands up and down your chest. She pecked several times at your neck, lovingly nibbling. "My boy -- My baby boy..." She was now moving southward, kissing your nipples, sucking tenderly on them. Her breasts were massaging your stomach, their velvety touch making your legs quiver.

"Let me worship you like you deserve. The way only a mother can worship you."

She moved further south, now on her knees. She kissed the base of your shaft, her long, feminine hair caressing all of your cock and balls. Gripping your shaft, she looked up into your eyes.

"Those other sluts may be able to please you, make you scream, make you cum," She gently kissed the opening slit on your cock head, "But none of them will be able to do it like mommy."

She engulfed you. Wrapping her lips around your swollen shaft, she bobbed up and down, struggling just to take your head in. She released for a moment, letting her spit dribble down. Nuzzling your cock into her face, she purred. "Ryan is nothing compared to you. His cock could never compare. His masculinity could never compare. I want your body, your scent, your seed to be impregnated into my body." She continued to rub you over her face. She moved down, suckling your balls, rubbing her nose into your cock. "I want everyone to smell you on me."

Swallowing you in again, Penny doubled her efforts, slobbering down a good five inches of your cock. You groaned, grasping a hold on her hair. You **** her down further until you were deep in her throat. She choked and gasped, her throat tightening around your cock. Instead of sputtering and complaining, she gladly slurped and swallowed so her throat would contract around you while she massaged your sack with her dainty fingers.

You released her, letting her take in a breath. "That's it, baby. Use mommy. Fuck my throat. Claim my body for your use only."