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I sat on the sofa, staring at the television. After twenty minutes of Mom’s mindless babble, I had lost interest. All I could think about was how much I hated her. How she had ruined my life with her ultra-conservative Jesus-freak friends during my childhood. I hated her for that. For that and a thousand other insults and injuries from twenty years of her nattering, nit-picking, bullshit.
“I wish someone would just rape you,” I muttered too softly for her to hear.
The idea shocked me. I wasn’t a violent guy, but there was something about the idea of my mother having her legs forced apart, of having a big dick shoved into her worthless cunt, that appealed to me. My cock throbbed, aching so hard that I knew I’d have to find an excuse to go to my room and whack off. I grinned, knowing exactly the images I’d fantasize over.
“I don’t think you’re even listening to me,” Mom said, standing in the kitchen doorway, waving the feared wooden spoon at me. “I’m your mother, young man. You listen when I talk. You’re not so big that I can’t paddle your behind.”
Fear shot through me. Mom had been vicious with that spoon, and I knew exactly what shape bruises it left on my skin. I popped to my feet, the picture of attentiveness. Mom gave me an exasperated shake of her head and turned back to the kitchen.
There was no decision-making. No moment where I knew what I had to do. No thought whatsoever. I just found myself in the kitchen, standing behind my mother. Hatred raged through me as I doubled up my fist and slammed it into her kidney.
Mom screamed in agony as her knees crumpled. I grabbed a handful of her gray-streaked, curly hair and yanked her upright. Threw her across the bar. My hands ripped at the front of her jeans, pulling them open and shoving them down her thighs.
“What are you doing? Mark. Mark! No! I’m your mother!”
“Shut up, cunt.” I punched her other kidney. While Mom sobbed for breath, I yanked her pants down. Ripped away to Walmart-special cotton underwear. My cock was already in my hand, the head of it rubbing against the soft folds of my mother’s pussy. “In case you’re too stupid to know what your son is doing… I’m raping you. I’m raping your fucking cunt, Mom.”