It was summer, the school year had ended, and Alan had finally graduated from high school. He had turned 18 last month, finally defining him as an adult.
Alan felt like the world had changed, and not at all, with the turning of this year. This was also what made Alan decide to finally act out his dreams. 'I only have two years left of my teens, and after that, it will be impossible,' is what he thought.
Alan's dream was pretty simple, yet seemed unattainable. He wanted to be his mother's slave and serve her in any way possible.
Alan's mother, Alicia, was 40 years old, and a certified MILF.
She was 5' 8", 4 inches shorter than Alan. She had long, black hair, sharp, brown eyes, a small nose, and beautiful, thin, pink lips. She had hyperopia, so she often wore glasses, at least when she was home. Alicia had fat in all the right areas, making her body appear slender, yet soft. Her butt was round and perky, with wide hips, making the eyes of men sway back and forth with every step she took. Her chest was petite, not particularly full, but perfectly round and perky.
Even though she had already turned 40, she could easily pass as being five years younger. The signs of age only amounted to her being more full-figured than in her thirties, and her face having a more mature definition.
Alan's father had been quite the average male in comparison. Alan didn't have any specific memories of him. All he could remember was that he was very quiet and worked all the time, and that he and Alicia had gotten divorced when he was five years old. It wasn't sparked by any betrayal or disagreement; they both simply agreed that the love wasn't present any longer.
'Pretty casual', is what Alan had thought when he received the news. It made him wonder if they even loved each other in the first place.
Alan wasn't particularly sad when this happened, maybe because he was too young to understand. But he personally thought it was because his father never seemed like a father to him. He didn't partake in most of the family life, leaving Alicia to take care of anything that had to do with Alan.
The thing that hurt the most about it was his mother having to take on more work to better handle the burden of being a single mother. It seemed she didn't want to involve herself with my dad after the divorce, choosing to take care of me by herself. It often led to her coming home late, tired after a long day at work, which caused a prickling feeling of pain to sprout in Alan's chest.
Alan knew that Alicia didn't have much free time because of him, which led to her not trying to find a new husband before she was 35. Now, this wouldn't be a problem with Alicia's looks, yet there was one quirk about his mother that most men disliked. She was stone cold, especially her face. Alan wouldn't be exaggerating if he said he could remember every smile he had seen on her face in his life, since it was such a rare occasion. She never showed any emotion on her face.
All the dates she went on had failed, either because the man became insecure and equated her lack of expression to that of disinterest. Or they became annoyed and angry, taking my mother's coldness as a sign of disdain.
It might not have been a massive problem, as some men might take the chance with such a beautiful woman, but that would only be true if she had been a few years younger. At the age of 35, most men who were dating were looking for a serious relationship with a clearcut future, unwilling to risk a few years of their lives on someone, when it seemed there were no prospects of any happiness. At this age, love had taken second priority to stability.
Alan's mother had thus been single for the past five years, and lately, she seemed to have stopped trying, it being at least a few months since her last date.
Even though Alan felt bad for her not seeing any results after trying so hard to find another man, deep inside he felt slightly delighted every time she returned early from her dates. It meant he would have her to himself, at least until the next date.
Coincidentally, soon after this, his mother began ordering Alan to complete chores around the house since she felt he was old enough at this point to start contributing to the household.
The first chore he received was to wash the dishes after the two of them had eaten dinner. Of course, to Alicia, it seemed she had only asked Alan to complete a small chore. Yet, to Alan, it was much deeper. He felt like this was his opportunity to make his mother happier.
The chores only started growing after that, going from cleaning the dishes to making dinner. The breaking point was when Alicia had given Alan the chore of doing the laundry.
Alicia was delighted that he had begun doing more chores around the house, giving her more free time in her busy day to be herself. This also gradually showed on her face, which became less exhausted after getting home from work.
Alan also noticed this, which filled him with joy.
Therefore, seeing his mother seem less fatigued made Alan even more motivated to help his mother. When he became 15 and began high school, he also began to take work besides school, giving most of the money earned to his mother. Alicia had at first refused to accept this money.
"Since you have earned this yourself, honey, you should spend it on yourself."
But after Alan kept coercing her, nearly begging her to take the money, she felt she had no other choice but to comply.
Alan even ended the conversation with, "Since I should spend the money for myself, and I want to give the money to you, mom, then there isn't any problem, right?" Alicia had no way of refuting that, so after that, most, if not all, of Alan's salary went directly to his mother, who seemed both happy and conflicted when receiving it.
In the end, the effect was just as Alan hoped, as Alicia no longer had to work long hours to deal with the burden of being a single mother. Since then, she would always return earlier from work, freeing up even more time in her formerly busy days.
Since Alan was taking care of everything in the house, like a maid, Alicia found that she had a lot of free time. She began taking up a few old hobbies, which she had originally dropped to make time for taking care of Alan. It brought her great joy. The stimulation of making progress in a hobby was something she had severely lacked for a long time now, so finally having the time made her quite delighted.
Seeing his mother's happiness also brought immense joy to Alan. In the end, Alan was still a teenager no older than 15, so balancing a part-time job, school, and household chores, at the same time was no less stressful than could be imagined. Yet all the stress Alan would accumulate washed away with one smile from his mother's cold face.
It had to be mentioned, that even though Alan's mother didn't smile often, when she did, it was a sight to behold. Alan would always compare it to a bright full moon appearing from behind the clouds in the dark of night. Mesmerizing and bewitching. All the men who had been scared off by Alicia's stone-cold face would probably be unable to close their mouths from shock if they ever saw that smile.
Yet Alan was satisfied with being the only person to see that smile.
This situation, of Alan doing everything in the house and assisting with the finances, while Alicia only had to work and then come home to enjoy herself continued all through Alan's high school life. Alan even noticed, that while his mother Alicia had at first been quite conflicted, and sometimes seemed uncomfortable with how much Alan took care of her, this had gradually stopped. Now it seemed she found her son's efforts to only be natural, receiving the care with much more ease.
Soon after he graduated from high school at 18, the thought of becoming his mother's slave became rooted in his mind. He could no longer keep the thought suppressed. He would try submitting to his mother, becoming her official slave.
He knew that, if he failed, it would not only affect his relationship with his mother, but his confession might also hurt her. Even though he knew this, he couldn't stop himself any longer. He loved his mother deeply, more than anyone else in the world, yet Alan was still a human being with his own desires and dreams. He just couldn't be satisfied with not trying to accomplish them, knowing he would regret it later in life.
And it wasn't like he was impulsively planning to confess. He had put many hours into thinking this over.
First, his mother clearly showed she enjoyed being served, so it wouldn't be farfetched to guess she liked being the dominant role in a relationship. Second, even if he confessed to his mother, and she refused, Alan was still just 18, a teenager. He believed that he would just come off as a horny teenager to his mother, instead of a depraved adult, and therefore she might forgive him on that basis. Third, if she became so angry that she decided to disown him, he was inevitably about to go to college. With a part-time job on the side, it wouldn't be impossible for him to just live in the dorms. This was, of course, the worst-case scenario, and Alan had woken up multiple times in cold sweat from having a nightmare like this.
Having thought all of this through, he decided that this next Saturday, he would put it all on the line and confess to his mother.
Saturday arrived and Alicia was sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading a book. This was probably what she spent most of her free time doing.
Alan walked into the room with a glass of ice tea and looked at his mother. As usual, she wore the same cold expression. Adding on her black-rimmed glasses, she gave off an aura of superiority, just by sitting there.
Today she was wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, exposing all the curves of her lower body, and a loose white tee shirt, showing the small bulge on her chest.
Alan became slightly excited. He walked over to his mom and said, "Here Mom, I've brought you a glass of ice tea." Alicia didn't even raise her eyes from the book as she said, "Thank you, honey."
This wasn't anything new to Alan. Over the past years of serving his mother, she had gradually become more and more comfortable with receiving his service. In the past month, she wouldn't even deign to thank Alan for the service. To some, this might appear ungrateful, yet to Alan, this only added to his excitement at serving her.
In the end, it had to be mentioned that Alicia was still a human being. If someone constantly served you and provided you with all you needed, you would inevitably begin to expect this treatment.
Alan put down the iced tea on the white living room table and sat down on the sofa. Alicia seemed to notice that Alan didn't leave after bringing her the ice tea, and finally moved her attention from the book to Alan, "Oh, honey, was there something you wanted to talk about?"
Alan met his mom's gaze, but instantly shifted them away from her sharp eyes, "Yes. There's something important I want to discuss with you, mom..."
Alicia quickly noticed Alan's unusual behavior. It seemed he didn't notice it himself, but there was a slight tremble in his voice as he said that, while his hands were fidgeting about. Alice instantly realized that this was serious, so she changed out of her lazy sitting posture and took on a more formal seating. "What is it, honey?"
Alan's heart was pounding in his chest, seeming to be ready to burst. He hesitated before asking, "Mom, these past few years I've been trying to provide you any service I could think of to make your days happier, and I've been ecstatic to see you smiling more often now. But I'm kind of curious how you feel about it?"
Alicia was shocked for a moment.
First off, this was the first time Alan had ever openly spoken about how he had been serving her needs for the past years. In the past, he would always say stuff like, 'I enjoy doing it, so it's only a plus that you have more time mom,' and 'I'm just doing my part for the household mom, so just relax.' As he stated it so openly, she seemed to awake from her illusions, realizing that she had at some point started to find his actions to only be expected.
Second off, the word he used, 'service' made her think of the word servant. Her son had been her servant for the past few years.
As soon as this thought sprung into her mind, she ended up becoming slightly distraught. She had treated her son like a servant for at least the past few months, even a second earlier disdaining to properly thank him when he brought her the iced tea. She couldn't help but reevaluate her actions at this moment.
"Of course, I'm very glad and thankful for your care, Alan. I'm sorry I might have seemed ungrateful lately." As she said this in her usual cold voice, she decided she should begin taking on some more tasks in the house again, to show Alan that she wasn't just using him.
Anybody else would probably take Alicia's cold tone as her being sarcastic, yet Alan knew his mother was being serious. "No, Mom, you don't have to apologize, it's completely fine. You have seemed the most relaxed in the past few months, which has made me very happy."
Alan paused slightly, before continuing, "And that's what I wanted to discuss, mom. Don't you want more?"
Alicia perceived something but quickly denied it. "What do you mean, Alan?"
Alan's heart was beating even quicker now, the pulsing noise filling his ears. He had cold sweat on his hands. Fear and excitement converged in his stomach. As he raised his head to look into his mother's emotionless eyes, he began to feel weak under her cold gaze. Then, determination filled his eyes. This feeling of weakness was nothing to fear but something he desired.
"Mom, don't you wish you had someone who you could order around as you wished, without any boundaries, and who would submit to your every request? Wouldn't you want that, mom?"
Alan's tone became more desperate towards the end. He noticed that his mother's eyes, which were usually emotionless, actually rippled with emotions now, and they weren't his dreams of happiness and sadistic joy of taking in a slave. It was confusion and distress.
"Alan, what are you--" Before Alicia could say any more, Alan sprung from the sofa and down on his knees in front of her.
"Mom, the truth is, I have loved you for years now. Not purely as a mother, but as a woman. I want to treat you like a queen. I want to make you the happiest person in the world. I want to be your slave who you can dominate--!"
"Shut up!"
A shrill female voice sounded in the living room. All the words Alan had planned lurched in his throat, unable to be released. He realized that nothing had gone according to plan. Even his worst-case scenario couldn't prepare himself for this moment.
Alicia had stood up. Her face was stone cold as usual, yet for the first time in Alan's life, he saw a faint trace of wetness around his mother's eyes, making it feel like his heart was being ripped to threads. He had prepared to make her angry, disgusted, even prepared to be disowned. Yet he hadn't been prepared to cause his mother, who he had never seen cry in his life, shed tears.
He finally regretted ever doing this. He should have been satisfied with what happiness he could provide her before. Now, it instead seemed he was the cause of all his mother's distress.
"I see, Alan, I have been a failure as a mother, letting you deal with so much stress and making you feel like you have to serve me to make me happy. I guess I wasn't good enough to raise you on my own."
Every word was said in her usual cold voice, yet every word dug into Alan's heart like an icepick. If she had yelled at him, scolded him, or hit him, he wouldn't feel anywhere near the pain he was feeling at the moment from her blaming herself and sympathizing with him.
"Mom, you are wrong, it isn't your fault at all. You are the best mother in the world, so please don't blame yourself. I've just been tired lately and said a bad joke, okay? So, mom, please don't cry." Tears appeared in Alan's eyes at this moment. It hurt seeing his mother this way, and despite the circumstances, it also hurt calling his dream a joke. He felt like the world was turning grey around him.
Alicia looked at his crying son, "Okay, Alan, I won't say any more, and just take it as a joke, but from here on out, you will no longer be doing the chores in the house, and I won't take your money any longer."
Alan wanted to refute it, but looking at his mother's cold face, he knew he no longer had any room to negotiate, so he could only dejectedly say, "Alright, mom," before standing up and leaving the room, feeling like that world had lost some color since he walked into the room.
As Alicia watched Alan close the door behind him, she collapsed on the sofa behind her.
"Haahhh."
She released a deep sigh, as she let her head fall. With closed eyes, the scenario of a few seconds ago constantly played through her mind.
She had truly been angry with Alan for trying to have his mother enslave him. How much of a pervert had he become?
Yet that was it. She wasn't close to hating him. On the contrary, her love for her son hadn't even been affected by this.
Instead, what had made her shed tears and lash out so much was herself.
At that moment, before her thoughts could fully comprehend what Alan had even said, a sensation she hadn't experienced for a long time suddenly rose in her...
It was only when Alan had dropped down on his knees in front of her that she snapped out of it, instantly becoming overwhelmed by self-hate and disgust. This only got more intense with Alan's desperate appearance down on the floor.
She truly blamed herself for this. If she hadn't let him do all those things for her, he wouldn't be doing this now.
"Heh, if people found out what I have taught my son, they would probably throw me in jail," she said quietly, in a self-deprecating manner, in the empty living room.
She realized that her recent behavior had been even more unacceptable as a mother. She had to do something about it, she thought to herself, 'Since Alan has spent most of his teenage life looking after me, he has probably built up a lot of frustration, from not engaging with other women. If he can be around more girls his age, he'll definitely forget about his lust for his old mother...'
Even Alicia didn't notice the short feeling of disappointment she felt after thinking this.
As she had found her solution, she decided that she would push Alan to be around more girls his age. One thing she overlooked, however, was that Alan wasn't particularly starved for attention from girls.
Alan had inherited a lot of his mother's genes, giving him a handsome sharp face, with sharp captivating eyes, and silky black hair. He was also relatively tall, being a little over 6 foot, with a body that was in shape from all the chores he was constantly doing around the house. When he went to high school, girls would naturally gravitate toward him due to his appearance.
He, however, never went any further than friends with any of the girls, to their great disappointment. He only had eyes for his mother, and that was it. Other girls just seemed lacking in comparison.
Perhaps because she had never seen Alan together with a girl, and the fact that Alan didn't wear particularly nice clothes, due to him spending all his money on his mother, she had developed the impression that he was unpopular.
Planning her next actions, Alicia quietly returned to her bedroom to sleep.
After that, Alicia returned to her busy work schedule. Now that she was doing all the chores in the house again and returning to her long hours at work to make up for the money she no longer received from Alan, she could feel herself becoming exhausted again. She even put down the hobbies she had taken up, not having any time to spare anymore.
In the beginning, Alan had tried negotiating for him to at least do some of the chores and give some of his money to her, yet Alicia adamantly refused. She didn't want to risk returning to how it was before.
Therefore, Alan could only give up.
A month passed. Alicia noticed that even though Alan always kept smiling while in front of her, the smile didn't seem natural, but instead forced. His being had become slightly melancholic, and his eyes, when he looked at her, were constantly filled with guilt. When she looked at him without his notice, he would always have a sad expression on his face.
Over this month, she had tried pushing him into some youth groups, yet this seemed to have no effect on his mood.
With no progress after a month, Alicia couldn't stop herself from becoming worried. In the end, she decided she had to compromise, or else it seemed his son's mental health would continue to deteriorate.
Therefore, she came up with a new plan and went to find Alan.
Alan had been living the past month in the dumps. After what he did to Alicia, he found it hard to forgive himself. He was relieved that she seemed to have taken it as a joke from him, however, he was distraught to once again watch his mother return exhausted from work every day.
He forced himself to smile in front of her so that she wouldn't also have to worry about him, but he knew he failed to hide the guilt he felt while looking at her.
He decided that he had to move out of the house. Even though it saddened him to be away from his mother, at this point, he would only feel more miserable the longer he stayed.
One Saturday, while he was in the living room watching TV, his mother walked into the room. "Honey, we need to talk."
Alan looked at his mother. Her face bore no emotions, as usual, so Alan wasn't able to guess what she wanted to talk about. He simply expected it to be something bad.
"Okay, mom."
Alan turned off the TV and Alicia sat down beside him. "Alan, I have noticed you have been quite sad lately, and I suspect it's because you are worried about me. Is that correct?"
Alan didn't know where Alicia was going with this. "Yes, mom. Ever since you returned to your former lifestyle, you've looked exhausted every day. So, of course I became worried."
Alicia looked at his son's desperate expression and said, "I know. Sorry for making you worry."
"Mom, please don't apologize. It's my fault for making you feel uncomfortable..." Alan answered in a depressed tone.
"Actually, I have realized that I have been too stubborn lately. Since you want to help your mother so badly, I can allow you to take on half the chores in the house again."
When Alan heard this, he was stunned. He thought his mother had come to scold him again. Yet, to his surprise, she proposed a compromise.
He instantly became excited, "Really mom? Thank you. I'll definitely do it."
"But," Alicia interrupted Alan's excitement before continuing, "There's a condition. You have to go shopping with me today to get some nice clothes and you must spend more time with people your age, okay?"
When Alan heard this, he became slightly disappointed. For some reason, his mother had begun pushing him into a bunch of youth groupings. He didn't particularly lack friends, so he didn't understand why, but since his mother wanted him to do something, he of course couldn't refuse.
And this disappointment was only fleeting before he threw it to the back of his mind, "Alright mom, whatever you say, as long as I can help you a little."
A slight smile appeared on Alicia's face. Alan instantly became stunned. Ever since he confessed to her, this was the first time he had seen her smile again.
And Alicia was truly happy, this time. From Alan's agreement, she felt her plans had finally begun moving in the right direction. Also, seeing a genuine smile on Alan's face again made her feel happy inside.
Reaching an agreement, the two parted ways to get ready to go clothes shopping. Alan just threw on some blue jeans and a white t-shirt, as usual. When he reached the entrance of the house, he stood waiting for mother.
A while later, his mother also appeared. She wore a white summer dress, which reached below her knees, not showing too much, but the sight of her soft calves still made one's imagination wander. Besides that, she had a shoulder bag on her, and she wore her usual black-rimmed glasses.
It wasn't like Alan never saw his mother wear these clothes, but he couldn't stop himself from admiring the sight every time.
When Alicia walked up to him, he said, "You look very pretty, mom."
Alicia gave Alan a small glare, before saying, "That is what nice clothes can do, so you better find some today. Stop staring lecherously at your mother and let's go."
Alan rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and followed his mother out the door. Normally, those remarks would have made Alicia quite angry, but she seemed to be in a good mood today, which gave Alan more courage.
From there, the duo made their way to the biggest shopping mall in the area. Alicia dragged Alan from shop to shop, picking out clothes for her son. Alicia had a good idea about what was stylish among teenagers nowadays, and Alan also had a well-proportioned body, so she quickly found three pairs of clothes for Alan.
Alan didn't care what he wore, but since his mother had picked them for him, he was happy with them.
After finishing their shopping, they stopped at a restaurant on the third floor of the shopping mall.
Alan was just sitting there eating, while his mother studied her son. It wasn't often they went out together, and when they did it was never to as busy areas as today. However, today, she realized something, 'My son is handsome!'
While they had walked around the mall, young women would always throw glances at Alan. Even the store clerks at the clothing stores would smile at him and engage in conversations. On top of this, as his mother helped him pick clothes, she realized that his son was very handsome.
This, however, confused her even more, 'Since he is so popular, why is he lusting after his old mother?'
As she had this thought, a faint feeling of glee sprouted in her. Everyone liked being appreciated, and since Alan seemed to have a lot of choices, for him to still choose his mother over all these other younger women, inevitably made her feel happy inside.
As she studied her son's handsome appearance, she couldn't stop herself from thinking back to the day he confessed to her, and her heart began to beat slightly quicker in her chest. One instance particularly stood out, as the words kept replaying in her mind, "Mom... how about I become your slave..."
Gradually, she felt a heat start to rise in her stomach.
At that moment, Alan raised his head from his food and saw that his mother was intently staring at him with her cold eyes, "Is something wrong, mother? Do I have something on my face?"
Alicia snapped out of her daze and instantly became flustered, 'How could I have such dirty thoughts about my son? No this isn't good; I have to keep myself in check for Alan's sake...'
If Alan knew what thoughts he had just interrupted, he would probably bang his head against the wall in regret.
Yet Alan didn't know. He only saw his usually emotionless mother appear slightly flustered as she looked away, which surprised him. He rubbed his face in an attempt to find out if something was on it.
After that, his mother was silent for the rest of the lunch. Alan wondered if he had done anything wrong, as they made their way toward the elevator.
The elevator doors closed with only the two of them in it. He seemed to notice his mother was keeping a slight distance from him, which made him feel sad and indignant.
The elevator began moving...
*Bang*
There was a loud sound before the elevator stopped moving.
Both Alan and Alicia cast a surprised glance at each other. Alan went over to the control panel, to try and open the doors, but they didn't open, "Seems like we are stuck."
Alan pressed the red alarm bell, which would alert the guards that something had gone wrong. A small sign beside the bottom read 'In case of an elevator failure, please remain calm and press this bottom. Security will be able to release you in 30 to 60 minutes, so please remain patient.
"That's quite a long time, right mom?" Alan said, as he smilingly glanced over at his mother, only to be left stunned.
Alicia was currently slightly bent over as she gripped her stomach, her legs pressed tightly against each other. Her cold face was a bit flushed.
Alan quickly became worried, "Mom what's wrong, are you okay?"
Alicia heard the concern in Alan's voice, "Don't worry Alan, I'm fine, it's just that I really need to pee..."
As she said that she felt slightly embarrassed. She felt like a small child who couldn't hold their bladder. She regretted not going to the toilet before going into the elevator now.
When Alan heard Alicia's problem, he became relieved, 'Luckily it's nothing too serious.'
But this was still a problem. There would be at least 30 minutes, if not more before they could get out of the elevator. Alicia seemed to already be in a lot of pain from holding herself, so expecting her to hold herself for at least 30 more minutes was probably pushing it.
As Alan tried to come up with an idea, his mother's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Alan, you don't have a bottle or anything I could do it in maybe...?"
Her desperate voice caused Alan to become more serious. She was clearly in a lot of pain. If she ended up wetting herself, she would probably be distraught from embarrassment. Even though it was wrong to perceive Alicia as arrogant, she was still a proud person, so wetting herself in the middle of a shopping mall was probably one of her worst nightmares, "Sorry mom, I don't have anything on me..."
"Oh..." Alicia released a sound of disappointment, as her face appeared more and more pained.
Watching his mother like this, Alan also became slightly distressed. As his brain churned for ideas, suddenly a thought lit up in his head.
At first, he denied it, trying to think if there was any other option, yet the idea wouldn't leave his mind no matter what.
Alan glanced past his mother's pained face, before becoming determined.
Alicia tried her best to ignore the pain, but she could feel she was getting closer to her limit. It was at this moment that Alan's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Mom... actually, I might have an idea that will solve everything."
Alicia instantly perked up. She had tried to think of a solution, but nothing came to mind, "What is it, honey?"
Alan looked at his mother, "It's... erm, actually very simple mother. You mentioned a bottle before, but since we don't have a bottle, I can just be your bottle and you can relieve yourself without having to worry about making a mess..."
Alan's voice trembled slightly as he said that. Alicia was stunned for a moment, having to spend a second to realize what her son meant. When she realized what he meant, she instantly sent a death glare toward Alan.
Alan instantly looked away under Alicia's death glare, "Sorry that was dumb, I will try to think of something else," then he made a stance like a brooding sage, rubbing his chin to try to disperse the awkward atmosphere. He thought to himself, 'As expected it didn't work. Well...it was worth the try.'
Alicia slowly stopped glaring at Alan. After that distraction was gone, she was instantly reminded of her precarious circumstances by the pain in her bladder. She looked at the time. There had only passed 5 minutes since they entered the elevator. That meant there would be at least 25 more minutes before they could get out. It seemed all hope of using a regular toilet was off the table.
Her mind then began trying to figure out another solution, yet no matter how much she tried, she couldn't forget the proposition her son had made a moment earlier. As it circled in her head, it sounded more and more appealing.
'If I just do it in the corner, the security will realize once they get here. If I just wet myself, I will have to walk out of the mall dripping pee and there will probably still form a puddle under me. If I use Alan, all the pee will be gone and there will be no problems. Besides, he proposed it himself, so it isn't my fault...'
Under stressed circumstances, the mind would try to find excuses. Alicia was not immune to this either.
She slowly raised her head to look at the brooding Alan, and determination filled her eyes, as she opened her mouth...
Meanwhile, Alan had constantly tried to find an alternative. Then he got an idea. 'Mom can just pee in the bags with the new clothes we bought. The clothes will absorb most of the pee, and the bag should be able to contain any excess. Then, the clothes can be washed.'
Happy he finally found a good solution, Alan was just about to tell Alicia, when, "Okay Alan, you can be my bottle..."
Like cotton candy in water, the good solution instantly disappeared, never to be said out loud.
"Yes mom, I will not spill a drop."
Alicia glared at Alan over that remark and became slightly relieved, watching Alan's stupidly smiling face. The whole serious atmosphere seemed to disappear, replaced by one of joy and excitement, "Okay, then hurry up and get over here, I can't hold it much longer."
Alan instantly dropped to his knees and crawled over before Alicia. Alicia slid her hands under her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees.
When Alan saw her pure white panties, he was instantly reminded of all the times he had spent with his face buried in that underwear while doing the laundry, and his already excited cock perked up even higher.
Alicia looked down at her 18-year-old son on his knees before her. She noticed the bulge in his pants, as well as the excited flush over his face. She felt like a queen looking down at her subject who was waiting for a reward. Her mind started to cloud, as heat rose in her body again.
Slowly, she reached down and lifted her dress over her son's face, like she was capturing him under her.
When Alicia pulled the dress over his face, while looking down at him, Alan felt like he must be dreaming. The next scenery made it all the more so.
Pure white legs, leading up to a pair of pink lips, with a gorge in between. His mother's pussy was unshaven, having a nice brush of black hair surrounding it, giving off a mature and relaxed feeling. Further behind her beautiful pussy extend two large perky mounds, with a deep black ravine in between. Alan would sell his soul to the devil if he could press his face in between those two round cheeks.
Alicia could feel her son's gaze pass over all her most private parts, "Stop staring so much and hurry up, I can't hold it much longer."
Alan snapped out of his daze. His mother's voice had become slightly more desperate, as she was closer to reaching her limit.
He hesitated no further and lifted his face towards his mother's godly pussy. As he got closer, an arousing smell invaded his airways. Alan felt his mind fog up in response to that smell, drawing him in like he was being bewitched.
Slowly he opened his mouth, before placing it around his mother's pussy.
"Anng," a slight moan was released from Alicia's mouth as her son's lips landed on her pussy. That moment of stimulation removed all the resistance she had, as she let the floodgates open.
*pssshhhhh*
The sound of peeing echoed in the quiet elevator. A warm stream hit the back of Alan's mouth, as his mother's hot piss started flowing into it.
The taste was salty and sour, with an extra foul taste that was hard to describe, unique to pee. Without any reluctance from the taste, Alan instantly opened his throat as he swallowed the pee in gulps. His arousal was peaking at the moment, making him worry he might just cum from this.
As Alicia released her piss into her son, a strong feeling of relief engulfed her. As she listened to the sound of her piss and the sound of her son's gulps as he drank her piss, arousal flooded her mind.
Like she was possessed, her two hands reached down and wrapped around Alan's head under her dress, before applying pressure and forcing it into her pussy. Meanwhile, she bent her body forwards in pleasure 'This feels sooo good.'
"Hahhh," a deep sigh of pleasure and relief made it out of Alicia's mouth.
Alan, who felt his mother's hands wrap around his head and press it into her pussy, locking it in place, became unable to think from arousal.
In the end, he was only an 18-year-old virgin. The amount of sexual arousal at this moment was enough for him to go mad. He instantly felt his penis start twitching before--
"Mummhh."
A muffled moan. He came in his pants. The most powerful orgasm he has ever had came from drinking his mother's piss. Depraved was an understatement at this point.
Alicia heard her son's moan but paid it no mind as she relished the sensations she was feeling at the moment. Pleasure, relief, arousal, superiority, and dominance. She felt all these emotions, as she felt her mind fog up.
It has to be mentioned that Alicia had to pee a lot. This piss lasted for a full 30 seconds before it finally started to cease.
Alan felt the stream in his mouth weaken, as he could feel only disappointment as it halted completely.
He knew this was probably his only chance, so he extended his tongue and let it slide over Alicia's dripping pussy, cleaning away the remaining piss.
Unbeknownst to him, however, this was the last push needed to send Alicia over the top.
"Ahhhhnnn."
Alicia let out a deep moan, before applying even more force around her son's head, as her thighs contracted around his face, while she climaxed onto it.
Alan only felt his vision darken and his airways cut off, as he was smothered between his mother's thick, soft thighs under her dress. He wondered what he had done to be this lucky.
Seconds passed. Alicia gradually awoke from her stupor of arousal and instantly let go of her son, a red flush spreading over her face. She pulled up her panties as she thought, 'What have I done‽'
Thinking back, she had just used her son for her pleasure, without a shred of care for his wellbeing.
She glanced down at Alan still on his knees. She noticed that his face was tired, yet a stupid smile covered his flushed face, which was still slightly wet. Alicia was embarrassed looking at her love juices on her sons face as she moved her gaze down. On the crotch area of his blue jeans, a slight wet spot had formed. It didn't require much thought from Alicia to figure out that her son had cum. Cum from drinking her piss.
Even more embarrassment filled her, as well as a hidden glee and pride. She had made her son cum by just letting him drink her piss.
She quickly suppressed this emotion, however, "You really saved me this time, honey. Thank you."
Alan woke up from his daze. He looked up at his mother's face which had returned to coldness, "No problem mother, actually--"
Before Alan could continue, Alicia interrupted him, "But this is a onetime only thing. This only happened because the circumstances didn't allow for other solutions. Don't get any ideas, alright? We will just forget this."
Alicia's cold voice rang in Alan's ears, drowning his happiness in dejection. "Yes mom, I understand."
After that, 40 minutes passed before the doors to the elevator were opened. As they walked out, all traces of what happened had faded. The liquids on Alan had dried and the flush on Alicia's cheeks had faded. Now, the scene only existed in the memories of the two people involved.
The ride home was quiet, neither of the two knowing what to say. Alan at first been dejected after his mother's rejection, but now that he had had some time to think about it, he felt like he was over cloud nine. He had served his mother as a toilet.
Previously, Alan had dreamed of this, yet expected it to remain a dream of his, his entire life. Yet now, suddenly, by pure coincidence, he had accomplished this dream. He couldn't be happier at this moment.
Alicia had felt that she maybe had been too harsh on Alan in the elevator at the end. In the end, it wasn't his fault that it had happened, so was it necessary for her to reject him so harshly?
She had tried to come up with something to lighten the mood again, but she was out of ideas. Then, she suddenly noticed that Alan on the passenger seat had begun smiling dumbly to himself again at some point.
She felt her worried mood lighten again. "What are you smiling for, over there?"
She shot a playful glare at Alan, who only rubbed the back of his head, trying to suppress a smile but failing.
Looking at her son who was struggling not to smile, for clear reasons, Alicia felt her mood be raised even further. This was the first person in her life that had been able to raise her mood just by being there. She felt like her usual stone-cold front was shattering while being with him.
A smile bloomed on her lips, the second time today, "Alan, you no longer have to take part in those groups I've set you up with."
"Really, mom? Thank you, I don't really see the point of me going there," Alan responded, amazed at her mother's sudden change of character.
Even Alicia was slightly surprised at her behavior. Deep down she suddenly felt uncomfortable about the thought of her son being around a bunch of younger women his age, 'Well, today I experienced that my son doesn't have social problems, so there shouldn't be a need for him to be in those clubs anymore,' was what she told herself.
When they arrived home, Alicia regained her cold expression. After entering the house, the duo parted ways, retreating to their rooms.
Alan made dinner that day. When Alicia arrived at the table, he noticed that she was slightly flushed, but didn't pay it much heed.
Dinner finished quietly as usual. Alan offered to do the dishes, which Alicia agreed to, before retreating to her room for the night.
That night, only one of the two people in the house had any sleep. Alan slept like a log, having sweet dreams about what had happened today. Alicia, however, was twisting and turning in her bed, as a red flush continued to cover her face.
In her mind, the scene of her son on his knees before her, with his face right between her legs continued to play. She stood dominatingly over him, while his face nearly seemed to be begging her to let him drink her pee. Like a queen rewarding her subject, she raised her dress and placed her pussy over his lowly mouth, letting loose all the disgusting liquid waste into her son's mouth.
No longer able to contain it, she let her hand slide down her stomach, down to her dripping wet pussy. She rubbed herself as all the sensations from earlier today passed through her mind, with the words "Mom...how about I become your slave..." constantly repeating in her head. She masturbated to the thought of her son serving her as her toilet.
Suppressed moans of pleasure sounded in the bedroom. Since she was already highly aroused, it wasn't long before she bit her lips, as a muffled moan was released from her throat, cumming at the thought of dominating her son.
After calming down again, instant regret seized her, 'How could I do such a thing to my son?'
Yet this only lasted for a few minutes, before the scene played in her mind again, like a broken record. That night, she didn't get an ounce of good sleep, as every time she closed her eyes, her son's smiling face dripping with her love juices would appear in her mind.
The reason why Alan was much better off wasn't because he wasn't as aroused by the event as Alicia. Instead, it was because Alan was used to the constant arousal over his mother, so he had learned to suppress it over the years.
Alicia, however, was a woman that had had no sexual relationship for over a decade now. Suddenly experiencing such an immense amount of sexual stimulation made her unable to control herself.
Morning arrived and an Alicia with dark bags under her eyes rose from the bed. In the end, she had not been able to get any sleep. Luckily it was Sunday, so she didn't have to go to work.
She walked out of the bedroom and made her way toward the kitchen to eat breakfast.
At the breakfast table, Alan was already sitting there eating his breakfast. On the seat opposite him, he had already prepared Alicia breakfast. This wasn't anything new, as he would always do this.
Yet the impression was much deeper for Alicia today. As she looked at her son who was smiling at the table, she knew that it would only require one word from her and he would be groveling at her feet, giving his full being for her to control and abuse.
Alicia, however, couldn't bring herself to say that one phrase. The one before her wasn't just some man, it was her son. The person she loved most in the world. The person she had raised for 18 years. The person she only wished the best for.
Even though she couldn't control her lust in bed, she had no problem controlling it before her son. She knew the best thing for him wasn't to become the slave of his 40-year-old mother, but instead to go out and find a girlfriend his age, go to college, get a job, get his own family and live a happy life.
She knew this...
Alan noticed his mother standing at the entrance to the kitchen, staring at him, "Good morning, mom. I have already prepared breakfast for you. It should still be warm."
"Thank you, honey," Alicia answered, breaking out of her thoughts and sitting down to eat breakfast.
Alan studied his mother, as she sluggishly walked over and sat down opposite of him. Then he noticed the dark circles under his mother's eyes, "Mom, are you ok? You look really tired."
"I'm fine, honey, I was just not able to sleep last night," Alicia said while eating the food on the plate. It had to be mentioned that Alan was a very good cook. After cooking all the meals in the house for quite some years, he had even surpassed his mother in cooking skills. It was always a pleasure eating his food.
As the taste entered her mouth, Alicia's spirits were raised again.
"That's not good, mom. How about you go in and sleep after breakfast, and I'll just take care of the chores today?"
Alicia shot a glance at him and said, "That's a good idea. Then I will leave you to it."
Alan had expected her to reject him, considering how adamant she had been on him not doing the chores lately, but instead she just easily agreed, 'She must be really tired.'
After Alicia finished her breakfast, she felt her exhaustion kick in. She left Alan to do the dishes in the kitchen and went to sleep in her room. This time, she was too tired to worry about anything else, and she quickly passed out on the bed.
Alicia woke up later in the evening. As she left the room, she found Alan making dinner in the kitchen, after completing all the other chores in the house. The feeling of taking a nap and waking up to all the work done was quite a pleasant feeling.
She had only been doing them for a month now, but she realized that doing chores was taxing. It was much easier when Alan just did everything, and she could just sit back and relax.
As the duo sat at the table and ate dinner, Alicia suddenly said, "Alan, how about you start doing the chores again?"
Alan had just put some food in his mouth, only for it to nearly fall out again from shock. He quickly swallowed the food, even forgetting to chew.
"Sure mom, as long as you are fine with it."
"It's decided, then," Alicia nodded her head. She had said it on impulse, spurred on by remembering the feelings of leisure she experienced when Alan did all the chores. In her mind, she excused it by, 'He even says himself he likes doing it. So why shouldn't I just allow him to?
After that day, Alan once again took up all the chores in the house, working basically as a housemaid. He even offered to start handing his salary over to Alicia again, yet she rejected him after some intense inner conflict. She couldn't excuse herself using her son for money.
The days passed. One day, while Alan was doing the laundry, Alicia decided she would reward Alan with a restaurant dinner for his hard work on the chores, 'Yes, it's not like the last time. This time I will properly show my gratitude for his hard work, so he doesn't get any weird ideas again.'
She walked over to the door of the laundry room. Alan was doing the laundry on the other side. She didn't know why, but she suddenly had the impulse to peek inside instead of just walking in.
Slowly and quietly, she grabbed the handle to the door and pushed the door slightly open so she could sneakily peer inside.
What she saw made her mind blank.
In the laundry room, Alan stood before the laundry basket. This was pretty normal, nothing to be surprised about. It was what he was doing before the laundry basket that shocked her.
Her son had a pair of black panties pressed against his face, inhaling deeply each second, seeming to desperately want to take in all the smells in the dirty underwear.
Her son was at this moment sniffing her panties like it was the nicest smelling flower in the world as if he couldn't get enough of the smell.
Alicia's eyes glazed over, and heat rose in her stomach. As she looked a little longer, she noticed that the pair he was holding at the moment wasn't just any pair of panties. It was the panties she wore Wednesday when she had been working out. She had worn those panties during the whole day from waking up, to work, to working out. Even she had been slightly disgusted at the smell when she threw them in the laundry basket that evening.
Now, they had been lying in the basket until this Saturday, accumulating smells. Even she couldn't imagine how bad it must be smelling. Yet her son was now sniffing the panties as if his life depended on it.
Most mothers would probably be distraught at this moment, utterly disgusted with their son's behavior. Alicia would probably also have reacted like this if it weren't because of what she had witnessed the past few days.
She knew that her son was utterly in love with her, to the point where he even wanted to be her slave. As she watched her son, with his face buried in her underwear, she had the feeling it wasn't just because her son was a panty-sniffing pervert, but also because it was her panties. She felt like she was watching an addict who couldn't control their addiction, casting themselves into drugs to their own harm.
And she wasn't wrong either. Alan hadn't had any smell fetish before he started doing his mom's laundry. And even after that, he was not interested in other women's underwear. This might just be because he was obsessed with his mother, but it was true she was the only woman in his mind.
And the reason why he might appear like an addict at this moment was pretty simple. After his mother had cut off his access to her underwear by disallowing him to do chores, he had been utterly starved for the smell.
If he had continued to not have access to her underwear after what happened in the elevator, he felt like he might have gone mad.
As Alan indulged in the underwear on his face, feeling his cock becoming more erect every second and leaking precum, he failed to notice the pair of eyes watching him from the door to the room.
Alicia was incredibly aroused at this moment. She wishes she could just barge into the room and ravish her son for her pleasure, but her last thread of reason stopped her. Instead, she took out her phone and took a small video of her son indulging himself with her underwear. Then, she left the room in a quiet rush, forgetting all about the reward she had planned for Alan. She nearly ran to her room, diving into her sheets, and masturbating as she watched the video of her son sniffing her disgusting underwear, while imagining the dirty things she wanted to do to him.
It wasn't long before she climaxed on her hand. Rubbing the wet hand in her sheets, she surprisingly didn't feel disappointed in herself as usual. Instead, she felt relief.
After that Saturday, things started changing for Alan. His mother, who would usually thank him after he did something for her, stopped. She only gave him a nod of acknowledgment now, and sometimes not even that. She became very casual with him doing the chores in the house like it was only expected of him.
That wasn't the only good thing to happen. The laundry. The laundry, which was always the best part of the week, getting to indulge in all his mother's disgusting smells, had for some reason become even more intense. His mother's socks had begun to smell even sourer, with more dirt on them, and her stockings would be even more moist than usual.
Yet this wasn't the best part. Her panties, which were already very disgusting, had somehow become even worse. Even though Alicia's underwear smelled bad, as she was a human, after all, there had never been a speck of dirt in them, clearly because she took care of her cleanliness. This had changed now. To his amazement, he found the first faint brown streak in one of his mother's pink pair of panties.
At that moment, he stood with his mother's panties in his hands, wondering what to do with himself as arousal burned inside him.
Slowly, he started lifting the panties toward his face. When it was still a few centimeters away from his nose, the odor from the panties had already surpassed anything he had experienced before. The smell of sour and nauseatingly sweet smell of shit entered his nose, while the musty smell of ass sweat could only take on a secondary role.
Even the experienced Alan felt his stomach churn, which only further heightened his excitement. When it came to his mother, the more disgusting something was, the lowlier he felt, the more aroused he became.
Unable to control himself, he pressed the dark stain up against his nose, inhaling deeply. He felt like he had pushed his face into a toilet, as the smell of shit thickened and became even more nauseating. He could even feel the hardened stain on the panties on his nose, knowing he was currently pressing traces of his mother's shit against his face.
He could no longer control himself, grabbing the erect cock in his pants as he began rubbing himself, forgetting all about his surroundings, making it even more certain he wouldn't notice the eyes which were currently staring at him through the door in excitement.
At first, when Alicia had put those panties in the laundry basket, she hesitated, doubting if this was going too far. After all, these pair of panties were utterly disgusting, with brown streaks which had gathered from her intentionally not wiping as diligently as usual.
In the end, her lust and curiosity got the better of her, as she threw the underwear into the basket.
She knew exactly when Alan would do the laundry now. As she snuck her way up to the door excitement, worry filled her mind.
She was excited at seeing Alan engulf himself in her utterly disgusting panties, sniffing the smell of her waste which was present in them. She was worried he would become utterly disgusted after seeing her panties, losing the adoration he felt for his mother. In the past, she might have been happy if he forgot about her, yet now she nearly couldn't handle the thought of it. Even she wasn't sure when this had changed.
As she opened the door and looked at her son inside, she became even more worried. He was just standing there with her panties in his hand, not doing anything to them, 'Have I really gone too far this time?'
As the worry began to build, relief instantly kicked in as she saw her son slowly raising his panties to his face. Utter excitement and arousal kicked in as her son pressed the dirtiest part of her underwear up against his nose.
She was overcome by lust when Alan began sniffing the panties with all his might, inhaling all the dirty smells in them. As she filmed it on her phone with one hand, the other hand was already on her crotch rubbing herself through her pants.
Then Alan began rubbing himself, clearly becoming controlled by his own arousal over smelling his mother's waste. Her crotch started leaking fluids, and she couldn't stop herself from sliding her hand into her underwear, directly masturbating to the sight at this moment.
The mother and son pair were now only a few feet apart, masturbating. One masturbated to the feeling of worship and inferiority, the other to the feeling of dominance and superiority.
As the scene approached its climax, Alan did something which left Alicia utterly stunned.
As Alan felt he was approaching his climax, a sudden idea sprung in his mind, 'I wonder what the taste is like?'
Usually, maybe Alan would also have been too disgusted to try this, but now, with his head controlled by lust, he was no longer able to control himself.
He let the underwear slide down from his nose towards his mouth, as he slowly let out his tongue. A second later his tongue slid over the stain in his mother's panties.
Instantly his tastebuds were assaulted by the vile taste of shit, sour, bitter, and rottenly sweet. His stomach churned as his mind blanked in arousal. Instantly he climaxed all over his hand as his whole being became engulfed in a feeling of satisfaction.
Outside the door, his mother was in the same state. As she watched her son lick the stain of her pink panties, causing him to uncontrollably ejaculate, she climaxed. She found it hard to contain her moans, as small grunts would escape her mouth from the climax. Luckily Alan was in no state to notice these sounds.
After climaxing, Alan started feeling disgusted with himself. As he looked down at the dirty panties in his hands, now with the stains being a little fainter than before, and the taste of shit that still hadn't completely left his mouth, he also felt a small amount of guilt.
'If mother knew what I was doing to her underwear, she would probably be very saddened and disgusted," he thought, not knowing that the mother in question was now on her knees behind the door, still recovering from her orgasm.
He felt like he was becoming even more depraved as time went on, as he slowly lost control over his lust. If his mother was his master, then this would have been fine, yet she had no such desires, which meant he would only hurt her the longer he spent with her.
At that moment, Alan decided in himself that he would find somewhere else to live before he did something that hurt his mother even more than last time. He still hadn't forgotten the tears in her eyes after he confessed to her.
Alicia, not knowing the mental struggle in her child's brain at the moment, noticed that Alan was slowly recovering from his climax, and horridly scurried away from the door, so as not to be found. Even though she enjoyed this voyeurism of his son's worship of her, she was still against sealing his fate by making him submit to her. She thought that one day he would move out, and then he would forget all his lust for his old mother.
Even she didn't notice the sadness that was connected to that thought...