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A Mother's Love (Zabrian x FK)

Fetish Kitten

Fetish Kitten

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Oct 23, 2009
Margaret sighed as she finally walked into the door of her small home, dropping her purse on the table by the door. She looked toward the kitchen, to see if her son had eaten his breakfast, and was pleased to see that he had. She smiled as she dropped his plate into the sink. She would load the dish washer later, after dinner. Right now all she really felt like was a shower, and maybe a nap.

Margaret traveled a lot during the day. She cleaned large homes for hardly enough pay, but it was enough to keep her and her son fed and housed. Thank god she had payed of the mortgage ages ago. Her husband tended to be over seas, he was a photographer that just couldn't stay in one place, but she had decided long ago that she did not want to move her son around to every whim her husband had. She loved him, but she loved the idea of her son knowing stability better. So she worked hard, to make sure she could maintain that life.

Margaret did not look to see if her son was home yet, he wasn't expected for another hour. Instead she made her way to her room, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. As she stepped into her room, she let the soft white fabric fall on her bed, removing her bra as well. Stopping out of her slacks and panties, she made her way into the shower, and sighed with relief as the water ran over her.
 
Having gotten off early he smiled when he was dropped off by one of the other kids moms from school and saw his mom was home early then he heard the teaseing again. he closed his eyes Aaron was tired of it and he took a deep breath. He turned around and shouted. "SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M SICK OF IT." he gripped a stone from the yard and chunked it actually nailing one of the children in the chest. he then stalked into the house and slammed the door. "My mom isn't a whore to the rich i will prove them wrong.." he said and threw his bag down the hall his bag slid and slammed into his moms door and he stalked to the end of the hall and stepped into the bathroom and slammed it growling. "Mom I'm Home." he shouted through the wall to his mom. who he could hear in the shower. he slowly started to pull his clothing off.

He was angry usually was school was hard on him having a young mom that was beautiful that had a maids job everyone called him a whores child and the son of a slut. everyone treated him like crap. he didnt have any friends and he spent most of his time in the house and with his mom but they did keep their privacy though he spent alot of time going through her dirty laundry.
 
Marg was surprised when she heard her son enter the house. She was still washing her hair, her head back as she rinsed the shampoo from her long, curly locks.

"I'll be out soon, Aaron!"

She was glad her son was home, but she was enjoying her shower. She was tired, she was always tired after a long day at work. She never thought that her son would have entered her room, or that he was undressing.
 
Once he was in just his boxers he was comfy and sighed he walked out of the bathroom and down into the kitchen and had dinner started he was hungry and she deserved the break but he was going to do things to her he was going to teach her and she would be his pet soon enough and would know the truth of it all.
 
Marg finally ended her shower, drying herself slowly. She thought about laying down, as she had originally planned, but she could smell something cooking. Pulling on her bath robe, she slipped out of her bedroom into the living room.

"Aaron? You cooked?" SHe smiled at her son, a little surprised that he was in just his boxers, but too modest to point it out, looking away from him. SHe figured he was just at an age, and let it go for the moment.
 
"yeah you worked all day i thought you could use some down time dinners on the table"he said and looked at her and walked up to her."Do you know what the kids at school say about you?" he asked looking her in the eyes they were her husbands eyes but he was almost ordering her to give him an answer almost accusing her of something.
 
Marg was taken aback by her son's question. For a moment she saw her husband in him, and it startled her. She stood for a moment, looking at him, unable to answer him.

"I . . . no Aaron, what do they say?"

SHe was afraid to ask. SHe'd heard rumors before, rumors always popped up when you worked for the rich.
 
He looked at her and then closed his eyes before opening and looking her in the eyes. "They say your a whore to the ritch a Prostitute a bitch." he stated accusing her of all these things and yet none of it. he gripped the knot of her robe and looked to her. "are they true do you sleep with your employers?"
 
Marg looked shocked at her son's confession, even if she had guessed where he was going with it. She raised a hand to her mouth and shook her head, dropping it to grab her hand on his robe.

"No, Aaron, it's not true." SHe blushed at his words, and looked down at his hand on the belt for her robe.

"Aaron . . . what are you doing?"
 
Jerking his hand from her belt it was loosened and he looked at her."Going to make sure of that..." his voice held the anger of everything he has to hear about from class and on the way home his hand gripped her wrist and he looked over her body."Go get into something sexy mom." Aaron started to push her down the hall back towards her room."I love you but i want to make sure you aren't ever a whore to anyone..."he then pushed her into her room closing the door behind him.
 
Marg was startled by her son;s words, and the conviction that they held. She was so startled that she hardly fought as he pushed her into her room.

"Aaron, this is-" she never got to finish her statement as he slammed her door behind her, shutting her in. She blinked at the door. She knew every bit of this was wrong, and yet she wanted her son to know that she wasn't a whore. She wasn't entirely sure what was going to happen when she left teh room, but she had some idea that were both embarrassing, and inappropriate.

Swallowing hard, she looked in her mirror. Her hair was still wet, and lang around her shoulders, and her robe had fallen partially open from her son's manhandling.

Finally, Marg made a deal with herself. Reaching into one of her drawers she pulled out a little black piece of lingerie, it was something silky, a kind of teddy, that was largely lace. It covered the more intimate details of her body, but not much else.

Before she left the room she grabbed the longest, heaviest terry cloth bathrobe she had and tied it tightly around the waist, double knotting the belt. She hoped she could talk her son out of whatever proof he was going to get, and that the robe would stall long enough for her to do it.

Finally, she stepped out of her room and looked toward the kitchen.

"Aaron, I . . I don't know what your planning, but I know it's inappropriate hunny. You shouldn't be walking around in . . in your underwear, and you shouldn't be telling me to wear something . . sexy." SHe blushed at the words, and at the thoughts swirling in her mind. "I can promise you,I am not sleeping with anyone, least of all my employers."
 
He walked down the hall and stepped into the kitchen. Finishing up the dinner he stared at the plates and breathed."What am i going to do" he asked himself and took a deep breath. he then took and set it at the two person table and lite a candle. With a slow movement he turned and then headed back into the kitchen. with a smile he turned hearing his mom heading down he was starting to get a little hard at the thought of what was to come though he didn't think it through to far.

His eyes ran over the robe and looked to her."I said something sexy that robe isn't." he then moved to her his voice hung in the air it sounded inviting yet angry at the fact she wasn't in something he felt was sexy and was hiding her body.
 
"Aaron . . . I have something sexy on underneath but . . I don't' feel right doing this . . showing this to you."

She felt a shudder at the tone in his voice, but she told herself she was his mother, she had to take control of the situation before it got out of hand.

"You shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't be telling me what to wear, or asking me to expose my body to you. I'm your mother."
 
Watched and as her words hit him he stepped closer and gripped her robe pulling her close."Your Mine..." he commanded.

He then leaned in and kissed her holding her to him his kiss was hard an passionate. slowly he let go his hands trailing down the fold of the robe as his hands came to that belt. "Now open and remove that robe." he told her and slowly and clearly.

Aaron's muscles flexed as he spoke and moved his boxers were stretched and strained with the strength of his hard on.
 
Her son's kiss stopped Marg right in her tracks. Perhaps she hadn't really been paying attention this year, or maybe she just hadn't wanted to notice, but he was turning from a boy to man. She swallowed hard as he backed up a little, finding it hard to breathe as she looked at him. She nodded slowly, reaching for her belt. It took her a moment to get the knot out, but once she had, she took the rope off and laid it across the counter. She let her son see her still shapely body barely contained by the little black lace and silk teddy, and her small thong.

Blushing, she tried not to feel uncomfortable with the situation, but she found it impossible. This was her son she was showing her body to, her son whose orders she was following, and yet she found it hard to stop herself.

"Aaron please . . . don't make me do this . . ."

She tried nto to look down at the large tent in his boxers, tried not to notice how turned on he was.
 
His eyes watched her hands and watched her place the belt on the counter. "thats right." his voice whispered across her ear. he then watched her slowly slide the robe from her form his muscles gripped and his eyes ran along her body stopping at her breast then along her legs and the small thong she was wearing. "Very sexy, now spin around and bend over I want to see that ass."

He spoke it like this was normal and nothing was wrong with it. he gave her a chance to follow the order with out punishment she was going to become his little pet and he was going to take her becuase he wanted to know he was the only one she was with for sure. shuddering as he watched her.

His eyes followed her eyes and he opened the front of his boxers and his large shaft sprung forth for her to see in all its glory.
 
As hard as it was to disobey him, Marg stood up to aaron as he told her to turn and show him her ass. Se felt herself flush with anger as much as embarrassment.

"You can not talk to me like that, Aaron! You are treating me just as you suspected others of treating me, and I'm not going to stand here and let you do it."

Still, her eyes widened as the size of his cock as is popped free of it's shorts, and now she was more certain that she had to stand up to him. Hiss father was large, but nothing like their son.

"Aaron," she stuttered a moment, than cleared her throat, " I can not do this with you."
 
He narrowed his eyes watching her and hearing her defiance. "Oh you will do as i say and i will be the only one your with that way i know they didn't" his hand shot up and gripped her hair and jerked her back to off balance her and feeling those silken locks and seeing how her breasts were pushed forward. With a soft smile he pushed her back forward to bend her over. his hand ran down her back and slapped her ass messaging it. "Well you are as beautiful as i thought mom and that thong looks great on you. Now you will sit with your legs open when home am i clear and either wear a skirt or panties but no pants."
 
She cried out as he grabbed her hair, jerking her back. She stumbled some, reaching out to grab at him to steady herself, but a moment later she found herself bent over. She gasped as she felt her son's hand make contact with her ass, a sharp slapping sound alerting her a moment before she felt the pain.

"Aaron!" SHe cried out but he ignored her, grabbing her ass and complementing her body. She found herself unable to stand back up from the position she was in, the way he held her hair. She gave a whimpering ascension to his demand, closing her eyes in shame.

"Okay . . ."
 
"Good" he smiled and moved so his head was near her lips.

"Kiss my cock and prove that you wont do anything I don't tell you." Aaron growled the words watching and hearing her defeat. he was going to have her and was going to do as he wished with her. his cock was strong and welcoming. slowly he rubbed the head along her lips.
 
She looked up at her son from her place on her knees and leaned forward. This did not feel right, but she did not want to make him angry. He was her world, and she had always jsut wanted to make him happy. Finally, as he rubbed his cock head against her lips she kissed his cock, just as she had kissed him good night every night, only on a far more intimate place on his body.

She felt what he was doing with this. He wanted her to want only him and none other. She looked away form him, unable to even think of wanting him like that.

She would obey, but that would not change how she felt.
 
He watched her and smiled feeling her lips and twitched his cock against her lips and nodded to her."Now get in your chair dinner is getting cold." he told her and walked to his and sat down He looked to her and sighed seeing how she was acting and closed his eyes with a soft sigh. "you will learn to enjoy this Mother now lets have a nice dinner and after we will figure out desert..." he feel silent for a few moments and then took a heavy sigh as he watched her movements. "I love you."
 
She stood when he told her to go the the table, the salt of his cock still on her lips as she sat down. SHe didn't look at him as he spoke to her, her eyes falling to her plate.

She was having a hard time handling the concept of her son controlling her, especially sexually, and she wondered where he had gotten it from. His father had never been aggressive in his advances.

As he told her he loved her she looked up, her fork halfway to her plate. SHe looked truly ashamed then, but nodded, "I love you too Aaron." It was obviously a mothers love, her tone said it all.
 
He heard her and understood what she was saying. Aaron was questioning why he was doing this in the first place. With a soft smile he started to eat the steaks he had made he at least had taken the time to make a beautiful steak with baked potato and steamed veggies. the kitchen was a slight mess and he continued to eat.

"How was work today?" he question kinda came out like a regular dinner that they have had several nights before like he hadn't taken control of her in anyway.
 
She tried, for the sake of her son, to make everything seem normal. She thought that, maybe, if she acted like his mother, he would reutn to his normal self.

"It was fine, how was school?" She found it hard to look up from her plate to see her son's face. "Dinner is very good."
 
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