S.M.O.M.S. - The inception

by DiscipleN

-- - For extra linguistic context, please read my first SMOMS story, set in Bodoni font prison term. Google for :

'' Submissive mamma Organized for reciprocal livelihood '' DiscipleN

-- - I 'll claim, the divergence between porn and erotica is, porn is ridiculous, erotica less so. This here be some nutcase shit.

-- - all characters herein, who act explicitly, are 18 or older. -

Chapter 1

I can not fault my fall on the lie I told, just as spring is not at fracture for melting frozen rivers. I would have died, from despair 's gin, if my last son had been taken to avenge the Yankee baddie who killed his father and brother. So I lied to the man who wore gray ragtime proudly. I lied to his brave recruits who had lied about their ages, to avenge their families. I told them my boy was twelve. He was sixteen at the time. Neighbors did not betray us. All had lost sons and husbands. It helped that Hortense 's stature is slight, hardly marvelous than myself. When my boy eventually chose to grasp me, two years later, my bantam figure was as a lot at fault for casting me into deadly sin as was the lie.

Two class later, the Confederacy was enslaved. The smutty was freed, and carpet baggers cloyed their way into commonwealth offices, to intercept the investment trust of promised reconstruction. Liars lay with lies.

The farm my husband 's grandfather had beginning sown, had become one-half sty. One strong boy and a hard but little female parent could not till nor tend the demesne needed to corroborate our life sentence. grunter grew fat and profitable. Hortense and I could plant common beet and squash vine and let pigs forage unkempt run-in pocked with skunk they ate as readily as the harvest. Winters were mild, and there was open country to crowd the slovenly person to, while replanting took hold.

granddad cursed us, tried to hit the boy, and tried to hand up my skirts. He hated the look of the ground he had wrestled into fertileness. He hated his long bang up leg, his social lapses, his sudden flare-up of hatred. `` It 's all gone shit, Hory ! Pig shit ! I bet your mummy sucked Yankee cock to get those bull. She is slattern and succubus ! ``

'' Hory, can you help with the smokehouse ? The cap is leaking. '' I reminded my son. Good oak, smoke wood took effort to find, and a leaking meat house meant burning more.

'' Besha, you killed my son and grandson ! '' granddaddy Regis pointed and glowered at me. `` Please, will you suck my hammer ? ``

'' Ma, you can use the run, after you fix it. '' Hory smiled. He gave his great grandfather one of the fritters I had made earlier. `` I hope it makes you choke, Greatgran. ``

'' When my leg mends, I 'm going to choke you and your female parent, in the night. She 's a bad influence, Hory. You 're 18 twelvemonth today and still a welp. You 're nothing like your father. Where are your pregnant sows ? '' He chewed, smiled, swallowed, and coughed up the sweet, deep-fried cornmeal. Hacking into his lap blanket, Regis scowled, not raising his head.

I had to pry nails from the jakes to fix the run. Hortense walked out of the cabin and blinked at the sunset. His olfactory organ wrinkled at the clog air. `` punter time lag til morning, Ma. Do n't desire you to come, trying to mend a roof. '' He was everything like his Father of the Church, putting me to work. He looked me over and grinned. Right then and there, he decided how I would shine. `` seminal fluid inside and give me my birthday present. ``

A preacher once told me, small cleaning lady have big someone, yet I held few strong belief, other than I had saved my son from field of honor, and I was damned as a woman. I witnessed the top executive of cleaning lady, survivor who had male child truthfully too Lester Willis Young to go to war. They worked constantly to substantiate and ameliorate their farms. Some had prospered enough to hire pitch blackness. Some had bedded carpetbaggers and bragged about the money that would institutionalize their Logos to college. Many had forgotten it was a man 's world. Their men were gone. Some did not even morn the loss. I heard of two who had taken to living together, and the dirt was let go much too quickly for proper Baptists. I wanted to last in their new world, harness my misfortunes and twit them to better fields. I guessed my mortal was small. When a man radius, I listened. When he commanded, I obeyed. When he summoned me, I knelt before him. My father had put me and my mother to surd oeuvre. We were merely fair sex. All women of our age worked hard, but my beginner was relentless. He picked my married man for me, to guarantee I was not coddled. Thus I was worked and raped as God intended. I bore shaver, and I read telegrams that claimed to honor their deaths.

None of the widows of the township failed to monish their daughters against marrying a pig farmer. Nor did they need too. What daughter of women who had taken ascendance of their circumstances would suffer a malodour filled life, to cleave unto a rare man their age. My son despaired to ever marry, three eld after southern United States society, in 1867, considered him a man.

I had made fritters that first light alongside our upright bacon, and a pudding for luncheon. I had wished my son great happiness in his eighteenth year. It was all the present I could afford. I entered my home with some reservation. `` Hory ? ``

'' I 'm in the attic, female parent. rise up. '' It was from my bed he called me. His own lay by the iron stove. grandad Regis had a room townsfolk would call a closet. My son had latched him shut in there. We did fear him at night. In the sunrise I would wipe the taradiddle from his face and the malodour from his flesh. Often he would take hold of my breasts and grinning at me. Sometimes he barked like a racoon. I suffered the man, for he was a lost someone. My son had a hefty soul in want of spiritual direction. Mine was too lowly to take, but I could protest.

I trembled and looked at the rung nailed to the center house post. They would not break, but ascending them, I would strike this dark. `` You should n't be up there, Son. ``

'' Mother, I 'm in no modality to argue with you. Should I shut up you in with Greatgran ? ejaculate to me, now. ``

I took handgrip of a rung and gripped until it hurt. I felt bust rivulet my cheeks. `` That 's my space to sleep, Hory. If your straw tick is moldy, I 'll freshen up it. '' I had put fresh straw in his mattress bag close week. `` You ca n't be in my bed. ``

'' It 'll be better in your bed. '' My son 's psyche looked down at me. `` Good Shepherd, I 'm not going to hurt you. ``

My son had never taken a replacement to me, unlike his Padre and my founder. His words were obeyed, and that was sufficient for his ego. The youngest child, his Brother had taken thrashing for him. Then they would penalise him. Hory would take a switch to me, I imagined, if he was seriously crossed. The fires I saw in his eyes burned my imagination into my somebody. I stepped on a rung and pulled myself up. `` You 're a full son. I 'm a proud mom, Hory. '' I sniffed and climbed another rung. `` But the upright lord does not want you in my bed. ``

'' He will forgive me, as surely as he has forsaken me, Ma. '' Hory reached down and took my wrist joint. His medal sank heat into my arm. I trembled, but managed the next rung. `` Climb. ``

Two More rungs put my read/write head above the garret 's floor board. My son shuffled back for me but kept his mitt on my wrist. I climbed. He pulled me over the secede lip and onto my mattress of straw.

Hory sat like an Indian, branch crossed. Instead of a lumbus cloth, his manhood pointed freely. `` hold up class, I promised if I was without a woman by this time, I would take a charwoman. '' His brass was red, with ignominy. `` I proposed to Sue Anne yesterday. '' Hardly thirteen, the miss lived four international nautical mile away. Her mother, Mary, allowed her to trade with us, their clavus, for our squashes and sometimes a ham. The girl disliked visiting, but she was the girl who spoke to Hory most often. `` She told me I was a pig turd. ``

'' Her mama told her to say that. '' I consoled. The neighbour were mostly widows, as I indicated earlier. They may let let my falsity coast, at the time, but they would never forgive us for saving a boy 's lifetime. `` I 'll find a char for you. If I have to go into town- ''

'' Did you fuck a Yankee for our pigs, Ma ? '' His voice was upset, because he knew respectable than to ask.

'' Mr. Patterson sold the piggy to us, you know that. I did not lie with him. On your father 's grave, I swear. And neither is he a Yankee. He 's from Maryland, and he moved south to join the Confederacy. ``

'' I do n't like him. '' My son 's centre narrowed. `` You shut up about him, Ma. I decided to bed you, and do n't you try to blab around it. ``

My hand went to my mouth. `` No, Son ! It 's not correctly. You climb down, now. You wrestle with your manhood, if you must. I 'll go into townspeople tomorrow. '' I protested with all the authority I could muster.

'' Ai n't nobody gon na listen to you, in town, Ma. They do n't sell wives there, and we ca n't afford whores. Now you take that dress off, and you get on your hands and knees. I may not have done it before, but I seen the pigs.

My center filled with binge. `` I ca n't, Son. I ca n't sin like that. ``

'' It 's my sin, Ma. Me and God will forgive you. I do n't care if he do n't forgive me. '' My son pointed at my dress.

It was a incubus. He was the man. He worked me tough, but he worked hard too. We had to, to survive. A man that works to tip his home is a man who deserves to bed a woman. I was almost willing to accept him into my valley of sin, for one night, but he wanted to rut like an brute !

'' I am not a pig, Hory ! '' I gasped.

That quieted him for a moment. He wanted to ask how to do it, but could never ask a woman. It was a disgrace worse than man and cleaning lady fucking like squealer. `` You take that off, Ma. I do n't worry how I do it, I 'm gon na put my cock in you and get my low fuck. ``

I wiped my eyes on a arm, but only managed to get dirt in them and make mud on it. I pulled stoppage out of the loops that fastened the battlefront of my garb. I sniffed and coughed. `` You shame me, Son. Bible will disperse. The neighbors will shun us. '' I unfastened the last toggle from its loop.

Hortense reached to me and pulled the dress away from my breasts. He licked his sass, but he frowned. I sensed his hesitation and his demand. `` We do n't got to enjoin them. If Greatgran says anything, nobody believes him. You wo n't separate, decent Ma. '' It was n't a question.

'' I could suck on you, just for tonight. Do n't bed me, please, Son. ``

'' Ma, you know I do n't like it when you dither. If you do n't take that off, I 'll repeal your annulus and hold you the fuck like a bawd. ``

How did my son know of tart ? Grandpa Regis often said the Son. Maybe he had known whores. Maybe he told Hory about them. I pulled my branch out of their arm and let the top free fall to my waistline. I did get raise up on my knee, nipples facing my boy, to push the skirt half over my arse. Stretch Simon Marks traveled like road across my belly. My hip off-white pushed out from the narrow down flesh covering them. Laying on my vertebral column, I lifted my peg. Before I could reach to push the garb off of them, Hory grabbed it and pulled it free people. He tossed it down from the loft.

My hair maybe surprised him. He did not have as a good deal as I, to render our loins their deserved modesty. `` Get on your genu and let me look, Ma. ``

'' No, Son. Am I not shamed enough ? '' My weapon covered my tit. The evening was warm. The olfactory sensation of sloven had been forgotten. My son wanted to become a man in his mother 's bed. I felt fresh tears escape.

'' You do n't tell me, no, Ma. '' The sight of my nakedness slowed his intention. `` I got to see. So I can put it in. '' He grasped his manhood, as if to prepare. His heart darted over my loins. He was too shy to put his hired hand on my hair and peer under it.

I had maybe one choice. I would not escape my son 's evildoing, this night, but if I could escape the greater ignominy of beastiality, I would be somewhat ransomed, I felt. Too, I may avert the pain of a man 's unlearned pricking. `` Here, Son, look well. Then become a proper and proper man, and mount me facing you. '' I swallowed my Christian pride and parted my legs before my son. My paw uncovered my bosom and slid down my trunk to go for my genus Venus afford to him. `` There is a spot- ''

As if heaven had been revealed, he leaned in and shuffled between my legs. His hand pushed a finger in my dry, taboo lips. `` Ma, you let me. A man do n't claim words from a woman, to be a man. ``

I winced at the dirty fingernail that slipped into my ichor and hit skin. Above it, my spiritualist nub was spared it 's encroachment, but too the muddle he sought was below. `` Ow ! ``

'' It do n't hurt that much. '' He assured me. His finger waggled left and mightily. His nail dug twice. My hips flinched. `` Keep still ! '' He expected to come up the shoes, right away.

He had warned me to let him. I could n't mouth, but I had to help him, or I would get cut or worse. So I sent my paw below his and inserted a finger's breadth into my pus hole. It was dry, but I managed with less pain than his scraping nail. I hummed then, to encourage him. My face burned with shame.

'' I said, Let me, Ma. '' My son was hoarse, but his eyes cleared, as if a veil had lifted. His finger sought to replace mine. He fumbled only a heartbeat to a greater extent before I felt his investigation enter. Fortunately, my organic structure responded. His penetration was not as dry as mine had been. Perhaps it was a foretoken that I was slattern, but he could not bang it. I would never tell him.

'' Son, is not the knowledge of a cleaning lady enough, until I find yours ? '' I begged. `` Spilling your seed inside your mother is abomination. I will serve you spend, if you allow me. You are a man already. Forcing me to cleave unto you will only slight you in the eyes of- ''

'' Hush, mother ! '' He seethed. I had provoked him too far. He withdrew his finger and took hold of my articulatio genus. Spreading them, he settled quickly between, to do the deed before I convinced him otherwise. The tip of his pecker prodded my genus Venus. Hory knew now where my entrance was, but he chose not to stab blindly. His hired hand once more gripped his staff. He positioned it carefully.

'' No, Son. delight ! ``

His body thrust forward and the size of his humanness speared into me. Partially dry, the forcefulness of it caused me to cry out. `` Oooowww ! ! ! ``

'' Mama ! '' Hory exclaimed. His prick stuffed my pussy. Inside me, I expected him to get plundering. But his rooster stilled. `` This is a cleaning woman 's secret, I have taken, and it feels ... '' He looked up and swallowed. Was he crying ?

My body reacted as it always did. I became limp under a man. My son felt hard and knelt rigid between my legs. Did he not know, to move in and out ? Once Thomas More, I was torn between escaping my son and helping him.

Truthfully, Hory had always been a boy affected role with new experiences. He wanted to realize all that he was feeling. My body enveloping his man shape must have filled his soul with sensation.

'' I am inside you, Mother. '' He called to me. `` I have transgressed, and it wo n't be the only time. '' He promised. `` You feel so high-minded. '' His chief tilted back to me, and I saw his smile. It was anything but innocent. His body rocked me. His shaft pulled within and pushed, not moving far however. He humped me like a jiggling marionette, not like a man. His trunk moved quickly. Inside me, my son 's prick sipped what my husband had guzzled.

This sentence I had no compunction. If the boy could relinquish his germ this way, I felt no duty to instruct him otherwise.

'' You 're smiling, Ma. Are you getting the tactile sensation too ? '' Hory grinned, taking my amusement for his conquest. His short but agile motion gave me nada but shame. My only triumph was knowing he was just half a man in this rite.

Taking my smile for capitulation, he thrust harder. His shaft did proceed father along my now wet passing, but not like his father 's had. His throat appeared to tighten. His jaws clamped and his eye rolled up. `` Oooooohhhhh, Mama ! ``

My son ejaculated into me. Once more, he stiffened, his thrusts ended, and he let the moment linger. source warmed my belly. `` I have fucked you, Mama. I have fucked. '' His words had lost their dictation. Instead they nearly cried. ``

I began sobbing. The full import of my son 's sin struck me. Until now I had been a lapin mesmerized by a snake. `` We are ruined, Son. You have ruined me. '' I wailed without strength. I prayed to God that my womb would not fascinate a child.

'' Maybe I have, Ma. I do n't much care. '' He decided then. His body shifted away from me, pulling the softening chassis from my puss. Hot seed dribbled out, fouling my bung and the bedding.

Hory wiped his oozing tip on my thigh and then he climbed down from the loft. I spent the night listening to his breathing.

His Call woke me the next morning. `` Ma, you have to fix that smokehouse before you go into townspeople. Greatgran and a I are thirsty. We should make had breakfast an 60 minutes ago. '' He yelled while sharpening our butchering tools.

Regis yelled, `` There was a Yankee in my bed, last night ! I fucked her good. ``

I ambled down the rungs, half awake. I warmed the saved fritters and poured birthday lemonade. feeding quickly, I darted out. Hory exited with me. He had to squish the young cop and herd the grownup to the fields.

dullard me, I fell when a rung in the run slipped from its nail. I had nearly finished repositioning the herpes zoster and hammering them house. I shrieked upon impact. My head hid a plank and my visual modality spun. My foot up send searing painful sensation to spin the world harder.

'' mum ! '' Hory yelled in my typeface. `` What happened ? '' I had lost my sense of time. I babbled about falling, cursing myself, as he carried me into the house.

'' return her room to breath, Son. '' Regis cautioned.

'' How could you be so dazed ! '' He was crying.

'' Bind her ankle tight, Hory. '' My grandfather advised.

My ankle was ok. There was blood on my invertebrate foot, however. My oral sex was clearing. `` Take off my horseshoe. ``

He struggled with it. My foot had swelled tight. `` Cut it off, Hory ! '' I said.

He grabbed a kink slitting pecker and ruined my work shoe. descent spilled out. Falling, my pes had caught the nail freed from the rung.

'' Your mother 's a pig ! '' Regis laughed. He sobered. `` boil water, quick and oblige that with something clean. ``

'' As Grandpa says, Hory. '' I looked around for something clean.

Hory put the kettle on and dashed to his bedding. He fished out a clean shirt and raced back to me. Before I could complain about ruining his hunky-dory shirt, my foot was balled up like a gordian knot. Instead, I reassured, `` You did right, Hory. It 'll be fine now. '' I crawled to my son 's mattress and tried not to think about the pain.

'' The pigs ! '' He burst and ran out the door.

'' Slattern ass, do n't you need it ? '' Regis had opened the fly on his woolens. His tool dangled useless. But he grinned as if he was as powerful as Ramses. My grandpa hobbled over to me. His limp tool jostled. `` You fuck my boy. You fuck me ! '' He leaned above me holding on to his cane. He knew. Leaning against the stove must have burned him, but he took his cane and flicked my skirt away from my peg, exposing only knees.

'' Hee ! Teehee ! ! '' He cackled and turned away. He slunk into his elbow room and barked. The doorway remained open until the kettle steamed. I struggled up, and poured the stewing water into a pail. After adding just enough cold to forestall a burn mark, I unwrapped the bloody shirt and soaked my foot.

to be continued