Reunion With Mom - Story (Patreon)

My parents are divorced which happened soon after I was born. My mother was
from an extremely rich family. She married dad (who is a doctor) as soon as
she completed her 27th birthday. I was born in the fourth year of their
marriage. In another year they had separated. Mom remarried soon after and
stays in Pune. Since then I never saw her till I was well into my teens. In
fact I didn't even remember her face till then.
I was 15 when dad had to leave for Singapore for a month to attend a series of
conferences. He asked me if I would be fine living with his sister for a
month, but I managed to convince him to talk to mom and ask her if I could
stay with her. I think even he was missing her that's why he agreed to call
her. Anyway, he called her up and they talked for a complete hour.
Later he came into my room, and informed me that mom had agreed to let me stay with her for a month. I was thrilled as well as a little nervous. I wasn't
making any flowery presumptions as well. I knew that she didn't really love
me, or else she would have met me in all these years.
Three days later dad left for Singapore and I boarded the plane for Pune. My
step-dad Joe had come to receive me. He looked like a mild-mannered person. He
was not very good looking and was not very tall at 5'9", an inch taller than
me. Dad was 6'" and a lot more handsome than this 'turkey'. But from what Dad
had told me, he was loaded. He was a multi-millionaire, and a very well known
person in Pune.
He hugged me when he saw me. Dad had sent my photograph to them in advance. We hopped into his Mercedes and were standing in front of a palatial mansion in 25 minutes.
He rang the bell, and in a few seconds a very beautiful woman in late forties
opened the door. I was surprised to see that she was 6 '3 feet tall.
"Mom?" - I mumbled as she nodded her head.
I just stood there unsure of what to do next. She bent forward and took me
into a very tight embrace. I was shocked again but this time, by her physical
prowess. Her shoulders were really broad. After about 5 seconds, she let go of
me, and I sighed in relief. I had known that mom was tall and athletic, since
she was a very competent short distance runner and a very adept swimmer, but I
had never expected to see such a specimen of strength. She showed me to my
room, and said something about talking later. I was kind of enervated so I
dozed off atop the humongous bed. I was awakened by noises coming up from downstairs. I stepped out of my room and descended down the stairs towards the source of the noise. I peeped into a large room to see Mom fucking joe, with strapon. I was once again shocked to see my mom. She was looking so sexy as her raven hair tumbled over her face. Her cat-like eyes gleaming in lust. Her strapping shoulders were in stark contrast with Joe's relatively narrow frame. Her arms were really beefy with striations on her forearms, suggesting massive strength. Bulging Biceps and taut triceps were visible clearly. Full breasts, washboard abdomen and mammoth thighs apart from bulging calf muscles completed the flawless picture of brawn and beauty.
She was on top and was doing all the work. All Joe was doing was rubbing her
hard, unforgiving body. She was forcing him to move with her luscious body,
his body was kind of being tossed up and down since his ass was fucked by her cock tight vagina as she kept pushing up and down, tirelessly on his ass.
I was devastated as I felt my penis hardening at the sight of my mom's brawny
body. I stared at her large calf muscles which Joe was now rubbing with his
palms. All of a sudden, I was aware that mom was looking at me. She had a
smile on her face, as she stared at me. Joe was completely unaware of it, his
complete concentration being on my mom's body. I was transfixed as mom pursed
her lips seductively at me. After a few seconds I turned and went to my room.
I sat on my bed, thinking about mom's reaction. She was not at all bothered by
the sight of her son looking at her having sex. Instead she was quite enjoying
me oggling at her physique.
Next day was a bit weird, but only for me. Mom was peppy all through the
morning. As I came down to the dining room, she gave me a tight hug, and a
kiss on my mouth. As we sat down to eat, Joe and mom were talking about some
official matter, and by the looks of it, it seemed that mom was the one
dominating the talk.
After half an hour, Joe left for work, and I was alone with mom. Not
completely alone, since they kept a battery of maids in the mansion. The phone
rang and mom picked it up. It was Dad, calling from Singapore. We talked to
him for some time before hanging up. Mom asked if I wanted to accompany her to
the Mall.
"Sure," - I said, and went to my room to get ready. After a quick shower, I put
on a Tee-shirt and faded jeans, and waited for Mom in the large hall, below.
She emerged from her bedroom wearing a sleeveless top and jeans. She noticed
me oggling at her muscular arms and smiled. I was embarrased to say the least.
We hopped in the car and sped away.
She was an expert driver and we reached the market place in fifteen-twenty
minutes. As we walked towards the 'Shopper's Stoppe', I noticed people
admiring her physique and a couple of men gawking at her mammoth arms. Having purchased two pairs of trousers for herself and a lot of clothes for me, we
went back towards the car. On our way back, mom asked me if I had a girlfriend.
"Err... No!" - I said.
"Don't lie to me, son. A boy as handsome as you..? I don't buy it. Come on,
you can tell the truth to me."
"I am not lying, but I don't think you have any right to know anything from me
after all these years." - I curtly replied.
We were silent for some time after that, when all of a sudden she pressed on
the breaks and we came to a stop. There was hardly any traffic since we were
driving through a row of farmhouses.
"I know, I've made a few mistakes in my life," - she said. - "And not remaining in
contact with you is the most shameful sin, which I have committed. But son, I
am not like a good normal woman. Have you heard of a term - 'nymphomaniac'. I
am ten paces ahead of it. I am a degenerate, a pervert who judges a man only
by the fucking his ass."

She stopped suddenly fearing that she had overstepped the boundary. But looking at my expressionless face, she continued:
"The reason, why I left your dad was because he would not allow me to play
around with other men, which is absolutely right in his part, but I cannot be
content with only one man. Joe is not half the man your dad is, but I married
him, because I knew, that I could mould him to my tastes. He knows perfectly well that I have sexual affairs with half a dozen men, but he knows that he can't object to it, cause then he'll have to live without me."
Strangely, as I heard her speak, I was not getting angry or uncomfortable at
what she was saying. Rather, disgustedly, I could feel myself getting aroused
by her statements.
"And the reason for not being in touch with you is because I don't have those
feelings which a mother has for her children. If, tomorrow I see you naked in
your bathroom, all I would feel is wetness in my pussy to fuck your virgin ass with strapon." - She said and looked at me for a reaction.
"Mom. Please stop!" - I yelled at her, and suddenly I saw a seductive smile on
her beautiful face.
"Don't tell me, that you didn't feel anything looking at me with Joe. Even
from that distance I could see you getting erect as I can see, you still are,
right now...." - She said looking towards the protrusion in my pants.

"Just stop it!" - I shouted, feigning anger.
She smiled and turned on the ignition and we sped back home. There was an
awkward silence between us. Once home, I went to my room and sat down on the
bed, thinking. Suddenly the door opened and I saw mom standing at the doorway.
And she was with 8 inch strapon dildo.
She moved towards me. Alarmed, I stood up and just stared at her stupidly,
without making a move. Suddenly it dawned upon me. I knew why she was here.
All of a sudden, I ran for the bathroom because I couldn't get out of the room
since she was closer to the door. I locked the door from inside. I stayed
there for at least 10 minutes. I could hear no sound, except my room door
closing. I waited for two more minutes, and hearing nothing came out. She had
evidently gone back to her room. As I reached for my room door, it suddenly
opened and mom reappeared. I ran back but she was faster. She grabbed my hair,
and I screamed in pain. She turned me around violently, letting go of my hair,
but grabbing my left arm as we stood face to face. Her beauty was astonishing,
but she was not herself. I could detect no affection in her cold eyes. If
anything, it was burning with raw lust. She had an arrogant smirk on her face.
Before I could say anything, she grabbed my neck and pulled me into her body.
Her bosy seemed to be made of granite. It was so hard and so strong. Her lips
found mine, and she kissed me passionately. My erection was obvious as it was
brushing against her thighs. I didn't even know, when she took off my clothes
and in a moment I was naked , my penis dangling with hope. She pushed me
and I landed on the bed. She leapt on me like a tiger and straddled me. My arms were pinned by her left hand, and I squirmed in a noncommittal effort. Forcing my legs apart with her other hand she inserted her strapon in my awaiting ass. It waswas so tight, and I screame in pain. But before she could do anything else, I heard her scream.
I opened my eyes to see Joe pulling at her hair with one hand and applying a
headlock on her with the other. He forced her down on the floor, and I could
see mom choking. Mom was squatting down as she tried to pry away from his
grasp, but he wasn't letting go. She started getting up on her feet and Joe
wrapped his legs around her waist. She stood up straight, her thighs bulging
with the effort, and Joe on her back like a monkey not letting go. She ran
backwards and Joe's body collided with the wall with a sickening thud. He slid
off her back, the back of his head, red with blood.
Mom ignored his condition, instead she grabbed him by his shirt and stood him
up. Joe was delirious with pain as he was crying like a baby. Then I thought,
it was due to the injury to the head, but now I think that it could be that
the senses came back into his brain and he was scared of mom's strength.
"No....ple...please let me go... I ...a...am ..sorry." - He was babbling as tears gushed like a stream from his eyes.
I had never seen a person in my life who appeared more mad than my mom. She
had the scariest expression in her face. Her cold eyes were looking into his
tearful face.
"You bastard! No man has ever raised his hand on me and lived to see another
day." - She hissed, and grabbed his neck with one hand and his crotch with the
other. And to my horror, she lifted his body over her head. I feared for the
worst as I saw mom walking out of the room while pressing Joe's body over her
body. A few seconds later I heard a cry and a sound as if something heavy had
been thrown down from some height.
And after a few more seconds, Mom entered my room and said seductively:

"I am sorry for the interruption. Where were we?"