Then she abruptly pulls me back.
“Lay down.”
I immediately lie back. She takes the still-dripping dog from me and holds it over my groin to coat my erection with blood. After giving me a sly smile, she leans forward and takes me fully into her mouth.
I gasp in pleasure.
When I’m getting close, Mother abruptly brings her head up and sits back on her heels. “Not yet, John. Mother promised you something you’ve never had before.”
Her lower face, neck, and torso are smeared with blood. Her dark eyes seem to peer into my very soul. All my desires lay open before her for her to choose from. I’ve never seen a sexier sight than the lusty, bloody being before me.
She turns around onto her knees, her upper body on the coffee table, and wags her booty at me. “Come on, John. Why don’t you take what you need? What you’ve always wanted.”
My palms are suddenly sweaty; my heart is racing. I’m incredibly excited but painfully nervous. The thought of the backdoor always felt so dirty, so selfish. I don’t even know how to begin.
“Don’t we need some lube?” Whenever I read about anal sex, the article always talked about using copious amounts of lube. And then adding more. And if you weren’t sure, then add some more.
“Well.” She sits up and turns to meet my eyes. “Mother does like it rough.” She glances about and spies the furry body on the floor. “I guess a little wouldn’t hurt.” She picks up the animal, tilts it upside down, and manages to get a few more drops of blood to fall out onto my erection. “There we go.” She tosses the dog’s remains away before resuming her previous position.
I move to my knees behind her and put my hands on her bare hips. My dick throbs with anticipation.
After a deep breath to prepare, I push myself into her forbidden hole while my eyes roll back. There is much less resistance than I expected, but it’s tighter than I could ever have imagined.
“Yes,” she cries out in pleasure. “Take me, John!”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I start pumping in and out, thinking only of my own ecstasy like a schoolboy experiencing sex for the first time.
Mother moans and encourages me until I shudder, release inside her, and fall onto her back taking big heaving breaths. She allows me to take my time and delay pulling out until I’m ready.
I fall back into the chair behind me, still out of breath.
She stands and turns to me with a sultry grin on her face. “Who’s the best you’ve ever had, John?”
Without hesitation, I reply, “You are, Mother.”
“That’s my good boy.” She pats me on the head as the kitchen timer goes off. “Oh. Perfect timing. Sounds like dinner is ready. Why don’t you put your clothes on while I get the casserole out? Then you can take it downstairs to Meisha and little Johnny?”
“Yes, Mother.” I hurry from the room to the front door where I left my clothes. When I return to the kitchen, Mother hands me a cocktail.
“I thought my good boy deserved something special.”
I take a large gulp and sigh. The liquid always feels so good going down my throat. It’s calming and relaxing. I can take on anything after drinking Mother’s elixir.
“I have a tray here all ready for them.”
I set down my glass and take the platter from her. A light layer of cheese covers a colorful meal of chicken, broccoli, and red peppers. While my mouth waters, I have no desire to taste it. Mother is enough to satisfy me. “This looks amazing. You really went above and beyond.”
She kisses my cheek and playfully slaps my butt as I leave the kitchen.
When I open the door to the basement, Johnny’s wails smack me in the face as he makes a huge fuss over something. For the first time ever, I’m grateful for some distance from my family. As I step through the doorway into the room below, I see Meisha sitting on the floor holding him.
“What’s going on down here? And why are you on the floor?” My curiosity is perfunctory. I long to return to Mother.
“John!” Meisha jumps up and runs over to me. “Thank goodness you’re here. Get us out, please.”
“I brought you some dinner.” I lift the tray in my hands. “Where do you want to go? You have everything you need here.”
“No, John, we don’t. Johnny soiled himself, and I have nothing to change him into.”
I roll my eyes at her. “It’s all in the dresser, my dear.”
She spins around and looks before turning back to me with a confused, wrinkled brow. “There is no dresser in here, John. There’s nothing in this dark, creepy room except for some dirt on the floor. I can’t even set our son down. And what is that on your face? Is that blood?” She reaches out to touch me, but I move my head away.
“Why are you complaining so much? Mother provided all these things for you, and all you do is bitch.”
She purses her brow and lips. “What? Who? You were talking about your mother this morning, too. What’s going on here?”
I set the tray of food down on the bed, shaking my head in disappointment. “It doesn’t matter right now. I’ve had a long day, I’m tired, and I’m going to bed.”
She snatches my arm. “You’ve had a long day? Excuse me? I took our child to the zoo by myself this morning and then came home only to be locked up in some dark, scary room, unable to properly take care of him or comfort him, and you’ve had the long day?”
“I don’t have to listen to this.” I walk from the room. She tries to hold onto me, but her hand falls away when I pass through the doorway. “Goodnight, Meisha.”
5
Sunday
I wake up and snuggle into Meisha’s warm body next to me. When I run my hands over the silken negligee covering her sensual curves, my cock springs to attention. I press it into her backside so she knows how much she turns me on.
