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Writer: Merlyn
Subject: DYING TO PLEASE MOMMY
Link: PornIsMyGod666 / LS666 Email / 04.07.2025
Story Codes: Incest, Abuse, Torture, Snuff
From Source: Hey XP, I hunted this down through some online archives. I’ve never read it before so I’m not sure if this is exactly what you’re looking for but it seems like it might be the one. Let me know!
Dying To Please Mummy
CHAPTER 1
The divorce had really made Julie hate men more than she ever had. The son-of-a-bitch had left her with almost nothing but the house and the son whose untimely conception had forced the marriage in the first place. Each time she looked at the boy a new loathing resulted. And it became increasingly difficult to enjoy her frequent lesbian flings. The only satisfaction she got from the situation was that the boy, now fourteen, was becoming increasingly infatuated with his mother.
This infatuation Julie encouraged while discouraging all else masculine in his maturing. The little wimp went to bed each night masturbating with thoughts of Mommy, and Julie went to bed each night masturbating with plans for the next cruel tease she could inflict on her son.
Julie was beautiful and she knew how to take full advantage of her beauty to destroy the natural sexual awareness of her son. He watched her teased blond hair bounce as she walked; he watched her hips sway. There were times when he watched her stroke her long thighs. But Julie knew that the boy thrilled mostly to her beautiful face and glorious breasts.
Julie made it a point to always wear the most sensual of make-ups so that even licking her lips would draw little Johnny’s stare. And Julie always showed her tits to full advantage.
Julie often admired and fondled her breasts when Johnny was nearby. The boy did not realize his mother knew he was watching.
Julie’s breasts were definitely sex organs. Julie could easily orgasm by simply playing with her nipples. So central were her tits to Julie’s sexual satisfaction that she had had their already ample 39D measurements siliconed to a lesbian pleasing 44DD. Along with her implants, Julie had begun to take the proper hormone mixture to maintain a constant state of lactation. Her girlfriends loved to suck Julie’s huge pink nipples that were so often tipped with a pearl of mommy juice.
And so Johnny’s days were filled with a never-ending maternal titillation. Johnny saw pretty, lacy underthings on Mommy’s bed, beautiful bras with nipple holes. But Julie did not stop at this. Julie planned to forever ruin any natural sexual development of her son. Of course, at this point, even Julie didn’t know what perverted extremes her pleasures could reach, and what horrific torment her son would suffer at her hands.
Julie began to leave pornography about as if it was proper reading material. Of course it all portrayed dominant lesbians using and abusing wimp males. The stage was set. The boy prepared. And Mommy was hot.
But what Julie hadn’t reckoned on was the wealthy old man and his proposition. Julie had met Mr. X through some of her lesbian friends. He loved to watch, and he was generous. Eventually, it was just he and Julie in a hotel room. Talking. Just talking. Talking about their fantasies. Sometimes Julie played the mommy and made her “little boy” jack off. Finally, however, when Julie revealed her plans for Johnny’s psychological destruction, Mr. X made his proposition.
Mary stared, eyes wide at Julie.
“You’re serious? Sure I’ll make a video of you having sex with Johnny. What a turn-on! You don’t have to pay me for that.”
Julie smiled and lit a cigarette.
“The pay is for your discretion. This may get a little crazy, and I’m not sure how far I’ll take it but…” Julie reached over and squeezed Mary’s hand, “He is paying me $10,000 for the sex, another $10,000 for some kinky B&D, $500 for every cigarette I smoke on the tape – a $1,000 if I burn the kid with it, and…”
Julie paused and took a deep drag on the cigarette.
“… and $100,000 if we close with a snuff.”
Mary coughed.
“And I don’t mean ‘snuff the cigarette’.” Julie laughed.
“Yes, I’ll film it. God! A snuff! We’re talking some really kinky B&D.”
Mary’s hand went to her pussy.
“Yes, very kinky. Lots of fun. Now that you’re willing, I’m sure I’m going to do it. In fact, I can’t wait! Mr. X wants this as painful as possible, and I’ll tell you, Mary, the little bastard deserves it.”
“You might as well get some use out of the kid. Just think of it as a belated abortion.”
“An abortion! Yeah!” Julie laughed, “We have rights to our bodies. And my body feels all warm at the thought of it. I’ve got the kinky B&D figured. What do you say about the end. How do we make this a grand finale?”
“Well, the death everybody fears is fire. You’ve got to burn him.”
Mary was beginning to shudder as she fingered herself.
“Slow burn! Yeah!” Julie smiled and hugged her tits, “Let get to those hidden cameras. I can’t wait to hear him screaming.”
CHAPTER 2
Julie squeezed herself into a black satin top that laced across her swollen tits and snapped between her legs. She teased her hair and touched up her make up, picked up a pack of cigarettes and went to find Johnny.
Johnny was standing in the living room staring at a stack of lesbian porno mags when his mother walked in. He turned to hide his swelling crotch from her. Julie smiled to herself.
“Johnny, dear. Would you open this pack for me, please? My nails are still wet.”
Johnny knew his mother smoked, but he’d only seen the evidence, not the act. He opened the pack for her and drew one of the slim cigarettes.
“Could you give me a light?” Johnny clicked his mother’s lighter as she held the cigarette to her lips.
Julie smiled as she exhaled with a slight sexual moan a cloud of smoke. Her son stood amazed as he stared at the sexual splendor that was his mother. Julie glanced at her son’s bulging crotch and smiled slyly.
“Oh, my! Is that what I think it is? And in front of your own mother! Well, that’s okay, Johnny. I’ve smeared oil on that bad little thing hundreds of times. You know, I thought I might try to look nice for you tonight. I never realized … Do you think I’m sexy?”
Johnny gulped. He could almost feel the heat pouring from his mother’s body. His dick throbbed in his pants. Mommy stood before him, smoking, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her boobs pointing at him, her crotch barely covered.
“Yes, Mommy, you do!”
Julie slowly parted her lips and allowed a stream of smoke to escape. I hope Mary gets this, she thought.
“Well, Johnny, knowing you think that makes me feel sexy. And that feels so good. I’m so happy, now. A lot of people say this is bad and evil to feel this way. Do you think so?”
And Julie looked like pure evil – a woman seducing a child – her son.
“I don’t think so, Mommy,” Johnny blurted.
“Come here and take off those pants.”
Julie smoked as her son wiggled the jeans and jockeys off his hard on. Then she caressed the throbbing rod.
“Mmm … Mommy really wants to be bad, Johnny. My breasts ache. Would you like to touch your penis to my breasts, son?”
“Can I, Mommy?” Johnny whispered.
“Certainly,” Julie purred and holding the cigarette in her beautiful lips, she undid the laces on her satin top.
She then took a deep drag on the cigarette, swelling her chest, and her gloriously siliconed boobs were bared to her son. Julie sat on the couch and beckoned him to her.
“No hands, Johnny. Mommy will get angry if she sees your hands; okay?”
Johnny nodded, and his penis bounced with his nod.
Julie put her hands on the boy’s butt as he stood facing her and drew him gently toward her. She let just the hot tip of his dick touch her cleavage. Then Julie moved and Johnny moaned. She slowly and delicately twisted, allowing her son’s penis to slide across her left mammary until it bumped the pink, swollen nipple. Then Julie repeated her slow twist, Johnny’s red dick head sliding down into the cleft and then up to the pink tip of her right tit. And again Julie repeated, sighing as she enjoyed the pure decadent sensuality she was teasing her son with. And again Julie twisted, the boy’s eyes wide as he watched his witch-mother weave her spell.
With a slight increase in contact, Julie repeated the penis teasing slide, her breasts truly aching to be relieved of her mother’s milk.
Julie cupped her breast in her palm and jiggled its warm flesh as Johnny’s penis jiggled in response.
“Doesn’t this feel good, son?”
“Oh, yes, Mommy!” Johnny moaned.
The tip of the boy’s penis had begun to seep its clear lubrication. Julie moved her swollen nipple around the soft penis head, smearing the seeping fluid over the cap and slickening her own puffy breast berry.
“Look, Johnny. Mommy’s nipple is about the same size as your penis head. Aren’t they pretty together? Oh, and how wet we’re getting. What a bad little boy!”
And they were getting wet. The boy’s penis glistened and much of Julie’s breast did as well.
“Oh, dear, Johnny. That isn’t just you! It’s my milk!” Julie laughed.
The boy looked, astonished, and saw dripping from his mother’s nipple a tiny flow of milk. Her other breast was tipped with a pearl of white. Johnny thrust his hips toward his mother’s warmth, his self-restraint gone.
“No!” Julie blurted, and leaned back.
Julie knew the boy’s loins were about to burst. His balls tight and aching. His guts churning.
“You will not let that happen,” she said sternly, “Mommy will tell you when. That is only when Mommy is satisfied, then you can be satisfied. This will help you feel what Mommy feels. Now …”
Julie reached for her cigarettes.
“Give me a light. I think we’d better relax.”
Johnny clicked the lighter and watched the warm glow flicker on his mother’s face as she bent to take the light. His hard-on throbbed and began oozing his cum as his mother watched.
“That is okay, Johnny. As long as it doesn’t pump out, you’re fine. If you let it shoot before I tell you, I will put this cigarette out right on your balls.”
So Johnny oozed as his mother smoked, her breasts streaming milk.
CHAPTER 3
“Let’s have some real fun for our first time,” Julie said, putting her sadistic plan another step forward, “I’ve got a real neat suit made just for sex.”
Johnny was in such a sexual haze, he didn’t even think to question this announcement. Julie’s suit was a masterpiece of perversion designed by her and funded by her benefactor, Mr. X. It was a one-piece black latex outfit that totally enwrapped Johnny. Since there were no arms, the boy’s arms were pressed tightly to his sides. His legs both squeezed into one stretchy tube. Only his mouth and jaw and his crotch were exposed. The boy’s vulnerability to his mother’s vicious pleasures couldn’t have been more complete. He stood, his pubescent body sheathed in black latex. Johnny was totally blind and almost immobile. His hard-on had faded.
“I can’t see, Mommy!”
“That’s okay, dear,” Julie purred, “Your mouth and dick are free. I can’t wait to rub all over you. Feel my tits on your back?”
Julie’s breast swung free of her tiny outfit. She pressed gently against the hot black latex. He thighs glistened as her cunt wettened.
“Suck my nipples, now, Johnny. Lick and suck.”
The boy’s erection sprang anew as the warm breasts caressed his face. Julie held her tits out to her son’s waiting mouth and tongue. She moaned as she felt her nipple scrape his teeth as he took the swollen berry into his mouth. Julie’s milk squirted as her son pleasured her tits. His erection twitched as Julie pressed her pussy to him. She let the head of his dick bury itself in her cunt as she reached for her next toy.
Julie smiled as she watched her son suckle at her breasts. She could feel his little dick just slightly into her. Julie held the double-headed dildo beside her breast and eased her wet tit from her son’s eager mouth. She pressed the head of the dildo to his lips which he instantly opened to tongue what he believed to be her tit. As Julie lowered herself onto her son’s dick, she slowly slide the dildo into his mouth. The boy began to struggle as the sex-toy began to choke him. Julie pressed on, enjoying the wiggles transmitted though his little dick now fully inserted into his mother’s cunt.
Julie pulled away as her son’s erection began to ebb. Streams of her pussy juice dripped from the boy’s dick. Julie’s mother glands dripped milk from red nipples as she eased herself onto the other end of the dildo she’d jammed into Johnny’s mouth. Her vaginal lips glistened pink as the choking dildo slid in. Julie leaned back onto a coach and forced Johnny to his knees.
The boy looked so helpless and pathetic, the long dildo halfway down his throat, the latex suit completely encasing him like a black cocoon. Julie lit a cigarette and sighed in a sexual reverie as the boy’s moans and squirms transmitted erotic messages along the dildo. Julie snapped her lighter, picturing a hanging cocoon held in its flame. She pictured it wiggling, catching flame, and splitting open to reveal – not a suffering insect – but Johnny hilariously roasting alive.
The trick, she knew for her film and her own pleasure, was “alive”. She had carefully insured against any flaw along those lines. Johnny would be so loaded on anti-shock medicine, he could turn into a human fireball and still be totally conscious and completely aware of his agony.
And that, Julie smiled sensuously as she drew on her cigarette, was exactly what was going to happen.
“Mary, could you bring the syringe?”
Mary strolled in with the syringe in one hand and a vibrator in the other.
“Can I?”
“Sure,” Julie laughed, “Remember, they said it would work best if it gets directly to the brain and that the optic nerve will do the job.”
Julie held Johnny’s head firmly in her hands.
“Aunt Mary has something for you, dear.”
Mary pushed the needle through the latex and into Johnny’s eye. She moved slowly and wiggled the needle ever so slightly. The boy shuddered, then, muffled screams vibrated his throat. The dildo started sliding out. Julie pressed it back.
“Done?”
Mary nodded. Julie released her son and he pitched forward, the syringe still protruding from his latex masked eye.
“Now, that’s a sight for sore eyes,” Mary giggled and pulled out the needle, “Well, back to the camera. I hope it got that last segment. And I hope these batteries last.”
She waved the vibrator.
Julie picked up a spiked stick and turned her attention to her loving son.
“Crawl over here, dear. Mommy needs some more of what you have.”
He fell onto his back, and tried to squirm away. Julie kneeled down at his shoulders, stopping his movement, and pressed the mouth held dildo back into her pussy. Johnny wiggled to be free.
“Move slowly,” she snarled and struck his exposed crotch with the spiked stick.
The fresh injury made the boy squirm anew. Julie moaned and struck again. The inch-long spikes tore into Johnny’s thighs and scrotum. Again the son’s pain brought his mother pleasure along the shaft connecting his mouth with her cunt. The trill increased in her gut as she realized that now she was inflicting irreparable damage on the boy. There would be no turning back. Erotic worlds of pleasure were opening.
Julie struck again at the boy’s genitals. The sight was delicious to her as she squeezed her dripping vagina around the dildo. Inch barbs pierced the boy’s penis and balls. Julie tugged at her stick, the barbs pulling in their wounds and lifting the tortured genitals. Julie shook her stick to free it for another blow, but one of the barbs stayed hooked in Johnny’s scrotum. Julie yanked and the barb tore free, opening an oozing gash almost two inches long in the boy’s sac. One bleeding testicle slowly squeezed out and dangled by dripping vessels and tubes.
The boy was screaming into the dildo. His whole black latexed body shook. Julie struck again, intentionally leaving a barb hooked in the head of the boy’s penis. Again, Juilie gave a cruel yank and the barb tore free, splitting the glans neatly along its little furrow to its hole.
“I’d better stoop or I’ll leave those nasty parts of yours so shredded they won’t make a good picture.”
Julie winked at the camera as she eased herself off the dildo and pulled it from her son’s mouth. He took in gasps of air.
“You know, there’s something I never knew I’d always wanted to do,” Julie laughed as she reached her cigarette down and extinguished it on the blood-wet testicle.
Johnny screeched.
Julie quickly freshened her makeup and slipped into a tight suit that lifted her beautiful tits and held them exposed for the camera. Her milk appeared drop by drop on the red nipples. When Julie returned to her son, Mary had already suspended the boy by running a bar through holes in the latex suit at the armpits and lifting him by a chain hoist hooked to the two ends of the bar. The boy swung to and fro, his genitals slightly dripping blood.
“Mommy. Please. I can’t see. This hurts so much.”
“Well, dear. No pain, no gain – for me anyway. Are you afraid of fire, Johnny? Well, Mommy’s going to light this latex suit of yours and as you scream and burn, I’m going to smoke and look pretty. Your suffering will be a good background for my beauty. See, we are making a movie of you slowly dying so we can laugh and cum again.”
And Julie touched a long wooden match to Johnny’s feet.
Since Mary had graciously brushed some rubber cement on Johnny’s feet and sprayed some kerosene on his suit, the flame took hold instantly. Johnny’s feet and calves disappeared in a bright ball of fire.
“Yieee! Stop! My feet! Mommy stop, oh stop!” Johnny screamed
But of course Julie couldn’t. Her cunt spasmed, her belly thrilled.
“What’s the matter, son? Cold feet?”
And she was a sight. A long white cigarette taken to cruel lips. Eyelids heavy with makeup and sex. Blond hair like cotton candy poofed around her sadistic smiles. Her clitoris pleasing breasts warming in the firelight.
“Mommeee – oh H-E-L-L-P!”
“Scream boy, scream.”
Johnny writhed as the latex suit melted and burned. The flames climbed his hack, leaving his face and genitals free for the camera. Soon, however, the entire suit was aflame and for a long moment, Johnny was simple a boiling gout of flame. Then, as the fire settled down, his tortured shape emerged. The latex melted and peeled as it burned. Johnny got one arm free and held out a hand from the mother-hell he was suffering. The skin sputtered and flamed, the fingers simply burnt stumps. The boy screamed and screamed as his mother heated her tits in the warmth of his pain.
The latex peeled from his face, and his lips and eyelids burned away. One eyeball swelled and burst as it cooked. And still the boy screamed. And still the mother laughed, her cunt churning in orgasms, her beautiful breasts now pouring hot mother’s milk.
“Burn, you little bastard. I love it! I love it!”
Julie was totally consumed by the sadistic glee her suffering son supplied. The fire ebbed and Julie’s work became obvious. She guided the camera to focus on her blistered son, pointing with a pair of fingers delicately holding her cigarette. The boy’s face still showed absolute terror, but few real features were now recognizable. Mommy could not kiss this and make it well. One eyeball swelled, its lid burnt away and the eye seemed ready to fall from its socket. Julie flicked ashes onto the moving orb and Johnny tried to scream. The sound hissed from blackened teeth and jaw muscles and through an open nasal cavity. No lips; no nose.
Julie went off camera to again freshen up. This time she strapped on a huge, pink dildo so that her body movements would tease her clit and her film would show one more perverted beauty.
When she returned, Johnny was strapped to a pole, a pile of wood at his feet. His tortured genitals, only lightly blistered by the fire before since they had been free of the latex, awaited a new touch of mother love. Soon Julie had a nice roaring fire to warm her naked beauty. Johnny screeched inhuman sounds as he began to roast once again. His torn penis and balls flapped against his blackening thighs.
Julie stood smoking yet another cigarette and pretending to masturbate the huge dildo wobbling at her cunt.
“Well, Mr.X, do you think my little boy’s cum is boiling in his balls? He, he, he. I must thank you for supplying the incentive for such an enjoyable evening. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this film over and over. I know I will. In fact, I can’t wait until I’m rubbing my oiled body against another woman while we watch and listen to this.”
She pointed to Johnny’s death throes. Julie slipped into a transparent negligee as she spoke. As she closed the tape, the scene was extreme beauty.
There stood Mother Julie, sexually fulfilled, her milk-full tits peeking from the negligee, the rouged nipples waiting a woman’s tender mouth. The dildo almost caressing her boobs, bobbing slightly as she talks. Her red, cruel lips breathing smoke past her heavy eyes and cotton candy hair. Julie gestures to Johnny, a smoldering, featureless corpse hanging from the stake.
THE END