The Satan's Child - Sex Stories

The Satan's Child

Preface: Obviously the story is fictitious and related to incest, that of a son raping his mother. For those who think its taboo, should not read it. Kindly note that English isn't my first language; hence this is my first and best attempt to convert my thoughts into words. Opinions, comments, brickbats, are all welcome . My mom, Ramya had given birth to me when she was only 19. My father left us, when I was 12. They had regular fights; my aunt once disclosed that my father couldn't bear my mom, as she kept deriding his sexual needs. As a result, my father had to marry his secretary. So in my mind, I had always blamed mom for the separation, holding her responsible for the reason I couldn't see my father ever again. Mom worked as a secretary in a law firm. Her daily routine was making breakfast and dinner for both of us. There was hardly much communication between us, she was an alcoholic and periodical nagger. She's now 40, 5 ft 5" and weighs roughly 120 pounds. I'm close to 6 ft, weighed 165 pounds, and had the looks and physique of my father. No one knew that I had a great sexual libido (like that of my father). Though a virgin, I believe I had learned enough about sex from the Internet and few of my friends. Like them, I too masturbated almost daily. I lacked in confidence, hence had never dated anyone. This probably was the reason of my sexual frustration, since I hadn't fucked any one yet. Today happened to be my 21st birthday, mom seems to have forgotten or probably ...

... didn't care. I sorely missed my father, though he never got in touch with us, post his exit. Pent-up frustration and sexual deprivation had turned me into a form of evil. I reached home late, mom was drunk and like usual started nagging me about the reason I was late. I didn't respond and headed towards my room. Mom pulled me demanding an answer. And that probably was enough for me to lose patience. I spun her around and slammed her to the nearby refrigerator. Winded and in pain, mom crumbled to the ground. She trembled, remained frozen, and kept staring at me with a fear in her eyes. For the first time, Mom saw the evil in my eyes, and she was frightened. I was ecstatic, there was this accumulated hatred for her, and now was a time for payback. I started tearing at her clothes, groping her breasts beneath her shirt roughly. "Oh God, Ashish please stop it! I'm your MOTHER!" Mom pleaded, but the evil in me just didn't cared. I grabbed the material of her tight skirt and torn it apart. Mom jerked and screamed as she felt my hand pulled down her panties, all the way to her legs. I could see her thick bush, and had an instant hard on. Feeling something hard poking into her, she looked down to see a large bulge in my jeans. My dick really ached to be free. I began undoing my pants; mom realized with the shock that her own son was going to rape her. She began kicking her legs, pushing her hands against me, twisting and squirming under me in an effort to get free, but it was futile. ...