“There’s nothing you can do, Mom. You’re going to cum.”
I leaned a little bit harder into the vibrator I held forced against my mother’s clit. My other hand squeezed her neck, pinning her against the wall. I could see in her face, glaring up at me with anger and resentment, the struggle going on underneath. She was fighting to keep her composure—to hide the building sensation of pleasure her body was unable to escape. I could see that she was losing.
I hadn’t given her any warning. She’d had no time to prepare herself for what was about to happen. I waited for her to get out of the shower and then jumped her, grabbing my Hitachi and shoving it into her crotch. Brute force orgasm. It was simply a matter of time. In a few more minutes, she would have no choice but to succumb to the sinful vibrations penetrating her body, racking her nerves with stimulation. Already her swollen pussy lips gripped the wand’s head with a lustfulness that her grimaced expression tried so hard to deny. I could even see a hint of panic starting to emerge in her trembling eyes.
My mother was a devout Christian and had been shaming me my entire life for having sexual urges. I had finally had enough of it. I was going to show that self-righteous bitch just how dirty she was deep down.
Finally, her face started to relax. Her eyelids drooped, her lips parted. The fight in her melted away as she was slowly overtaken by the beginnings of climax.
“You bastard,” she managed to whisper. And then she came hard, moaning like a whore the whole time.
