The Son & Other-Mother part 2

“They say even the most stubborn wills can be broken...” the Other Mother practically purred as the lights came up, revealing her lounging on a fainting couch that might also be a huge bug. Her ruse had fallen apart, and the once sweet, comfy veneer of this world had become twisted into a malign, unsettling place. The same transformation had happened to the Other Mother herself, her comforting, womanly curves growing thin and pale. Her sharp features retained a sort of delicate elegance to them though, and even as a twisted reflection held a matronly appeal.

“...with love,” she finished her underhanded threat, implying that one way or another you would eventually, finally, give in and let her have her way.

She would sew the buttons into your eyes. And then you would be hers, forever, just as the ghost children had warned. Unless you could get away first, escape through the tiny door that even now her furniture was rearranging itself to block.

“There’s really no need for all this unpleasantness…” she insisted, her confident grin fading slightly, if only for a moment. “It really wasn’t necessary to do that to the basement suite, was it? I spent so much time preparing that musical performance with the ladies in the basement, and you went and…” she shook her head to forget the scene you left down there. Picking up a bright red box of chocolates in her hand she held them out as a peace offering. “Would you like one? They’re chocolate beetles… from _Zanzibarr_!” she picked one of the squirming treats up and bit into it, spilling sugary confectionary goo across her teeth. Then slowly licked her sharp and pearly incisors clean like a predatory cat savoring the last of her prey.

A sharp slap sent the box of chocolates to the floor, and the remaining candied bettles scurried off to hide. Other Mother’s face fell into a frown. “Is there no end to your bad behavior? I think you’d better start listening to Mother. If you want any chance at all of getting back to your world, you- what are you doing?”

Your captor’s black button eyes manage to grow wider as you unzip your fly and pull your thick, erect cock free. Her jaw hangs slack in a most unladylike disbelief as she witnesses your brazen lack of manners, as well as your girth. The meaty _THWACK_ of your shaft hitting your palm breaks her from her stupor. Her relaxed posture tenses defensively as you approach her, cornering her against the couch. It’s hard to tell thanks to her lack of pupils, but you doubt her sight ever actually leaves your member.

“Get that thing back into your pants young man!” she screeches, balling her spindly fingers up into fists. “That’s… totally inappropriate! I am your MOTHER! I mean… your OTHER MOTHER, and I will not be treated lik--ggkkl?!”

Her words choke into silence as you stuff them back into her throat with the weight of your rigid dick. Her hands grab at your hips, seeking some kind of leverage to push you off with but your entire weight is on top of her and she’s pinned. You can see her long pale legs kicking uselessly in the air behind you. The sounds of her indignation give way to a faint nasal whine of air, and the wet sounds of her throat attempting to accommodate your invading cock. Her pointed chin prods your nutsack every time you hilt yourself in her mouth, and her nose is bent uncomfortably by your thrusts.

After a couple of minutes her struggles stop and she just hangs on to your pelvis as best as she can, trying merely to soften the impact of your hips against her face. Her black lips, still seductively plump even after her disguise decayed away, close into a tight seal around your shaft. Whether she’s begun to enjoy it or just wants it to be over quicker, either way it seems the Other Mother has resigned herself to the inevitability of what is happening. An inhumanly long, serpentine tongue laps against the underside of your prick, and when you pull back the tightly squeezing lips create hollows in her cheeks from the vacuum suction inside her mouth.

When your climax arrives you do nothing to hold it off, but listen closely for the muffled shriek of rage from the Other Mother’s chest when you fire the first volley of cum down her throat. You allow her to jerk her head backwards at last, and the next orgasmic flex puts a rope of semen across her face landing right over one of her black button eyes.

“Aaauhhhg! Your (cough cough) wretched little boy!” she sputters helplessly, trying and failing to spit your seed out onto the back of her hand. With one hand you grab the neckline of her dress and yank it roughly downward, exposing her chest down to her ribs and navel. The remainder of your load splashes out across her pale, pointed tits. She glares daggers up at you as you finish, wiping your cock off in her hair.

“Take it!” she coughs, her throat struggles to complete the sentence without closing. She tosses the little door’s key out on the ground in front of you. “Take it and go! (cough cough) I’ve never met a little BEAST of a boy like you before! Go (auuuch!) go be someone else’s problem, I’ll wait for the next child that moves in!”

You zip up and reach down, grabbing the key. You consider her offer. You could leave through the little door back into your world, lock the door behind you and never worry about this place again.

The Other Mother stares in horror as you head back into the house instead, stuffing the key into your pants pocket.