You obviously need therapy.

You awake in the early morning. At some point during your moment of despair yesterday you must've fallen asleep though luckily you were too tired and beat down to dream. You check the clock. It reads 5:30AM. Your mother will be awake soon. You sit up but instantly throw yourself back down on your back wincing in pain. Even on the soft surface of your bed any weight on your ass sends a screaming pain radiating out from your severely bruised cheeks. You shuffle to the edge of the bed and do your best to stand without causing more pain for yourself. You walk to the large mirror near your dresser and carefully remove your pants and underwear. Looking at your bottom you see the redness has faded but the areas that bruised remain an ugly blue color fading a little to green at the edges. Thankfully, your balls seem to have fully recovered. You sigh and go over to the dresser and find some loose fitting clothes you think won't hurt too much to get on. You wince as you slide a pair of gym shorts over your recently abused ass.

This is getting out of hand. You think as you stare in the mirror with a passive expression. Yet despite the rapid change in your mother's behavior, you still love her dearly. You decide you can't just run away, you need to save her, somehow. You decide to grab an early breakfast while you think about your next move. You shuffle down the stairs as quietly as possible. You make yourself a bowl of cereal and sit down to eat. You hope your mother was satisfied with your work last night. Eventually you hear a faint chirping which you identify as your mother's alarm. Shortly thereafter you hear your mother's door open and close. After a moment of silence she appears in the arch way that connects the kitchen to the entryway. She is wearing a silky, grey robe this morning that comes down to her mid thigh, exposing her long legs. Her breasts hang unsupported beneath the robe which hangs open slightly, putting the inner curves of her bust on display. Her expression turns serious when she sees you.

"Good. You're up, better get used to waking up early." She says before walking over to the cabinet to get her own bowl before sitting down across from you at the table. "I've decided you clearly need to go see Dr. Knight again. I've arranged an appointment for you on Monday." You just keep looking down in your bowl of cereal as she speaks. Dr. Knight is the therapist who helped you through your depression and other issues stemming from Chris's ****. You haven't seen her in a while. She also helped you stop obsessing over your mom before but you never told your mother that. "Hopefully this time it'll take and I'm not just throwing money away on you." Her harsh words sting and you try to keep telling yourself it's because of whatever Chris is doing. Your mother takes her empty bowl to the sink once she's finished eating. "You did a satisfactory job on the kitchen, you should be able to finish the rest of the house today before I get home. I'm going to dinner and drinks with Chris so you're on your own." She looks you in the eye with a fierce glance. "This kitchen better be spotless still when I come home." And with that she leaves to get ready for her day.

You let out a resigned sigh once you are alone again and rise from the table to wash the dishes and put away the food. After you've got the kitchen squared away again you start on the few common rooms you haven't cleaned yet. You spend the day dusting, scrubbing, polishing, and vacuuming until the house looks perfect. You take your time arranging the little curios on the shelves and straightening picture frames. You make sure to remember the ceiling fans, you don't want anything to set your mom off again. Once your finished you sit exhausted in the living room and watch TV until you decide it's time for dinner. After making yourself a sandwich and grabbing some chips you clean the kitchen once more and head to your room to eat at your desk. You don't want to be out when your mother gets home.

After eating and throwing away your trash you sit and surf the web mindlessly on your phone. Thankfully, your ass isn't as tender as it was this morning. You want to keep researching to try and crack Chris's method but the last few days have left you depressed and unmotivated. You hope something good comes of your appointment with Dr. Knight. At least you'll have someone to talk to.

You spot headlight beams coming through your window and hear a car pull up and stop outside your house. You look out your window and see a car you don't recognize parked at the curb near the end of the driveway. It must be Chris's as you can clearly see your mother in the passenger seat. The car is a classic red Thunderbird which you assume must be on loan from Chris's Uncle. You stare at it and see your mother smiling and laughing as her and Chris talk. Clearly she had a wonderful time.

You heart aches and your stomach twists in knots as you watch her toy with a loose thread of hair from her bun. You feel the jealousy grow within you as she leans in and kisses Chris. It starts as a light kiss goodnight but your mother doesn't pull away. The kiss grows more passionate and you see Chris's hands exploring your mother's voluptuous breasts. You clench your teeth as your mother's hand moves to his crotch. The women you've loved and lusted after your entire life is making out with the man who made your life hell for years. Despite the jealousy and humiliation you feel, you notice your prick stirring in your shorts. You can't look away as your mother skillfully unzips Chris's fly and fishes out his cock. You don't have a good angle but you see it is large and getting more engorged as the kiss continues. Your mother takes it in her hand and begins to stroke it and soon it stands fully erect.

Your own cock is twitching as you watch your mother work Chris's dick. Luckily you're not able to see Chris's face which likely means you're out of his eyeline as you continue to watch your mother pleasure him. You find yourself absentmindedly wondering what his dick feels like in her hand. You can see he's much bigger than you even at this distance. Puberty didn't do you many favors and at it's most erect your cock only reaches four inches and is somewhat thin in comparison to those you've seen in porn videos. Chris's dick is at least nine inches long and your mother's hand wraps perfectly around his impressive girth as she strokes him slow and sensual.

There's no denying it, seeing your mother stroking his huge cock has got you extremely turned on. You fish out your dick and start stroking it, trying to keep the same pace as your mother as she works Chris's shaft. You wish desperately that it was you she was jacking off instead of him. You see her break the kiss and your eyes go wide as she adjusts her position. You can see her big, round ass pressed against the passenger side window as she moves her head down to his magnificent cock. You almost blow your load when you see your mother take the head in her mouth. Chris leans back and lets her do the work, her head starts bobbing up and down quickly as your mother starts fucking her own throat with his cock. You feel your own orgasm building and you increase the pace, jerking your little dick wildly as the scene continues to unfold.

Chris is clearly growing close as well. You see his hand move to the back of your mother's head. He begins forcing her head up and down roughly. You didn't think your mother would be into this rough stuff but perhaps it's an effect of the brainwashing. You watch Chris's head shoot back as he holds your mother down on his cock. You cum as you realize he's shooting his load down her throat. The shame and pleasure together overwhelms you a bit and you lean against the wall next to the window on weak knees. You see your mother lift herself up, she wipes her lower lip and shows Chris her empty mouth. She swallowed it all. She gives him a last peck goodnight and gets out of the car. You didn't see her this morning and she looks amazing in a tight blue pantsuit with white stockings and black shoes. She has a smile on her face as she walks to the door. Spent from the day and from yet another shameful jerk session, you lie down and try to get to sleep.