Becoming a Man, part 1 [inc] [MF] [Mom/Son] [Mdom] [nc] [spanking]

### Intro
This is fiction. It contains incest, rape, and abuse.
It is also part 1, in the hopes that I’ll write a part 2.

### Becoming a man
I can tell you the precise moment I realized I had become a man. The process of becoming a man is
always gradual, but I had a single moment, before which I had considered myself a boy, and after
which I knew I was a man.

I was 19, and it was a perfectly ordinary Saturday, filled with exercise and friends. It also had a
defining moment with my mother.
I had come home at 11 PM after being at a club with some friends. I had not felt like making
it a late night, and I did not feel like pursuing any women, and so it came that I was home early.
My mother, a well off 48 year old widow named Audrey, would not miss such an opportunity to
belittle and mock me.

“Home so soon? Couldn’t find a girl that wanted you?”, she snickered, and stood in my way.

She was a bit drunk, which was usually the case on a Saturday night. I knew there was no point in
replying. She knew exactly which buttons to push, and replying would only give her more ammunition.
I tried moving past her, but she was determined to go the extra mile today. She’d probably had a
bad day, as it usually made her meaner. I felt my body tense up, as it always did when she abused
me.

“Aww, are you going to cry now? Like a little boy, huh?”

I looked away from her, not because the words stung, but because I was trying to keep my emotions
in check. However, she immediately decided I was having a weak moment.

“You’re pathetic.”, she said.

My body tensed up a little more, pushing me over the brink. I lifted my hand and back hand slapped
her over her face. I watched as she fell to the floor, as if in slow motion. She held up a hand to
her face, and looked up at me in shock. I looked at my hand, which was hurting quite a bit in fact,
and down to her again. I realized I didn’t feel the usual self loathing or humiliation, but anger.
An anger that enabled me to protect myself and ensure she would never again be my abuser. I didn’t
bother waiting for her to get up, but instead went up the stairs and to bed. Eventually, I fell
asleep. I slept better than I had in a long time.

### A new world order
As I was waiting to fall asleep the day before, I had gone through a few distinct stages of thought.
At first, I just felt a whirlwind of thoughts, adding up to a vague but undeniable feeling that I
was free. Then I realized there was a tomorrow morning. There would be consequences. I needed a
plan. Do I leave, early in the morning before she’s up? Do I apologize to her? No, of course not.
Never. Do I… establish dominance? This was the thought that anchored me, silencing the flurry of
other thoughts and emotions. I definitely wanted to establish dominance. My father had been a
dominant, abusive asshole, but my mother had adored him. She was the kind of person that looked up
in near worship to dominant men, but scorned and abused those she deemed lesser. I had to make it
crystal clear to her that I was no longer the weaker of us two.

Waking up the following morning I was still putting all the pieces together in my head. Physical
dominance was not an issue, as I was rather fit and my mother was… well, not fat, but losing her
youthfulness. I realized that the psychological part of domination was just as important. I couldn’t
just beat her again. The bruises would raise questions, that I did not want to have to answer. I
needed to make her unwilling to admit any of this to anyone. She needed to feel humiliated, like I
had done most of my life. And I had a plan just how to do it.

Getting out of bed, I got dressed and ready to go out at a moments notice. Once I had made my point
I would have to leave, not leaving her time to regroup. I found her in our living room, down the
hall from my bedroom on the second floor. She was wearing her black and white dressing gown. As she
saw me entering the room I saw the anger appearing in her face, readying herself to verbally attack
me. She took a few steps towards me.

“Thomas, you’ll pay for…”, she started.

Before she could finish the sentence, I moved quickly towards her, grabbed her and pushed her up
against the wall. I grabbed one of her arms, and pushed my other arm up against her throat. I wasn’t
choking her, but I was making it very clear I could at any moment. She struggled and tried to kick
me away, but I was so much stronger than she was.

“Mother”, I said. “Shut the fuck up.”

I kept staring at her, not breaking eye contact.

“Thomas…”, she got out, finding it hard to speak with my arm against her throat.

I lowered my arm from her throat. Finally she could speak.

“I’m going to make you regret…”, she started again.

I took a swing and slapped her hard over her face. She nearly doubled over, but didn’t fall to the
floor. She look dazed. I grabbed her by her neck and arm, pulling her up. I half dragged, half led
her to the back of the sofa. With my left hand I held her neck and pushed her down over the back of
the sofa, bending her over it.

“Thomas, no! Stop!”, she yelled out.

With my right hand I grabbed her dressing gown and started pulling it up over her. She struggled as
I pulled the last of her dressing gown over her, exposing her pink panties. I tightened my grip
around her neck and pushed her down harder. She groaned and struggled, so I had to use almost all
my strength to keep her down. She tried grabbing at me and kicking, but being face down ass up over
the back of the sofa she couldn’t find any leverage, and ended up just flopping around with her arms
and legs.
I hadn’t planned on it, but on a whim I pulled down her panties over her ass. Her ass was sagging,
but still pretty full. I felt a rush of excitement at the humiliation of her being exposed to me
like this, with her ass in full view and her bush visible between her legs.

“NO!”, she yelled, as I drew my hand back.

I smacked her hard against her bare ass, making her yell out loud in pain and surprise. She tried
kicking me again, but I trapped one of her legs between my own and the sofa. I landed another hard
smack on her ass. Again and again I spanked her hard, leaving bright red marks on her ass. She kept
groaning loud each time my hand landed on her. After a minute of me spanking her hard she stopped
struggling, apparently accepting that she would have to endure until it was over. I kept spanking
her, alternating the cheeks, until she was bright red all over. I could hear her sobbing between
her groans.

I gave her one final hard spank, and looked down on her.

“You’re mine now, you little bitch. I fucking own you.”, I said to her.

I let her go, and walked out of the living room. I didn’t look back at her. I went directly
downstairs and left the house. Only then did I realize I was so focused on the spanking that I
hadn’t noticed that I had gotten rock hard.

### Mantra
My friends kept remarking what I good mood I was in the next couple of days. They weren’t wrong. I
had felt better than I ever had. I had mostly stayed out of the house, and when I was home my mother
kept her distance from me. She left the room when I entered, and hadn’t spoken a word to me since
the spanking. She tried to project the same confidence she normally had, but I saw something
beneath that, which I hadn’t seen since my father was alive. I saw fear in her eyes.

Nearly a week went by like this, she giving me the silent treatment. Then I saw her starting to
regain some of her composure. I could see it in how she walked around, and didn’t avoid eye contact
as much. I decided now was the time to repeat my lesson to her. I waited until I heard her going to
her room to prepare for bed. I walked as silently as I could to outside her bedroom door. I took a second to
compose myself, then opened the door and stepped inside. She was startled, and the fear was clear in
her eyes.

“Get out!”, she yelled at me as I walked, almost casually, towards her.

She was by her dresser, coincidentally in the same dressing gown as before. She tried to back away
from me, but with nowhere to go she just bumped into the dresser. I saw the panic in her eyes.
Instead of her throat, I instead went for her hair. Grabbing it, she yelled out in pain.

“No, please stop!”, she yelled with tears welling up in her eyes.

I dragged her by her hair towards her king size bed. I turned her towards the bed, with me standing
behind her. Leaning in right next to her ear I said,

“You belong to me. You’ll do what you’re told.”

I pushed her down on her bed, making sure to grab more of her hair as she bending over. She groans,
but I can’t see if she’s started crying, with her head turned away from me. Her bed was high enough
that her toes just barely touch the floor. She was about level with my crotch, the perfect height
for a spanking.
I start pulling at her
dressing gown, lifting it up over her ass. I found myself disappointed when it became apparent she wasn’t wearing
any panties. I realized I had looked forward to pulling them off of her.
With my firm grip of her hair she wasn’t struggling. I pulled my arm back and landed it with a hard
smack against her bare ass. She whimpered, but not nearly as loudly as last time. I could hear she
was stifling her groans. I smacked her across her other cheek. I felt myself getting hard
already. Her body felt tense, and it looked like she was pressing her legs together. I gradually
let go of her hair, just holding my hand at her back, pushing her down. She whimpered each time my
hand slapped across her ass, but she wasn’t nearly as loud as last time. She didn’t want to give me
the satisfaction, something I understood all too well.
I didn’t spank her as hard as the first time. Then it was a necessary show of force. This time, I
only needed to show her I was in control. I didn’t need her to feel pain, I just needed to her to
feel the humiliation.
Between each slap I began to pause. I was enjoying myself, so I dragged it out. I kept my eyes on
her ass. It didn’t get as red as last time, but I found myself admiring the shape and color of it.
For a 48 year old, her ass didn’t look half bad.

She almost stopped whimpering. I could barely hear her as I landed smack after smack on her cheeks.
I decided she had a enough, for now. As a gesture of good will, so to speak, I pulled the dressing
gown down over her ass again. She didn’t move, and I found myself sure that she wouldn’t until I
left. Before I left I grabbed her ass using both my hands, squeezing her cheeks. I told her

“You belong to me. You’ll do what you’re told.”

As I left, I realized that was a mantra I would make her live by.

### A new normal
The following week I knew I’d been victorious. She avoided me much, but spoke to me when she needed
to. Whenever our eyes would meet she looked away. She showed none of the hateful attitude I lived
with before.
I wielded power over her now. I could tell she was waiting, unsure when I would make her submit
again. It turned out to be a Saturday evening. I was at home, waiting for her to come home from a
dinner party held by one of her close friends. I heard the front door open, and she walked in. As
she walked the final steps up the stairs I emerged from my room. She seemed to understand what was
about to happen. I took a moment to appreciate the pant suit she was wearing. I found the all black
suit quite stylish.

“Mother, it’s time again.”, I said, implied but obvious what I meant. “In your bedroom.”

She looked tired, and seemed unmotivated to struggle. To her credit she looked me straight in the
eyes as I told her. She quietly turned towards her bedroom, opened the door and stepped in.

“May I take my earrings off first?”

I entered her bedroom, and stood in wait, as she walked to her dresser.

“Of course.”

She carefully and slowly took off her earrings, perhaps stalling for time. Then she took of her
jacket, folding it neatly on the chair by her dresser. Finally she turned and took a step towards
the bed.

“Wait”, I said.

She stopped and looked at me. Maybe she was hoping I’d changed my mind.

“Unfasten your belt for me.”, I continued.

She looked at me again, but unfastened the belt and let it fall to the floor.

“Now take off those pants.”

I saw her hands tremble ever so slightly as she undid the buttons and unzipped. The loose fitting
pants fell to the floor right away, exposing her legs and white lace panties. I stood there for a
moment watching her, enjoying her powerlessness before me.

“Take off your panties.”, I ordered her.

Her face became flushed, and the sense of humiliation was apparent.

“Do it.”

Slowly she reached down for her panties, and pulled them down to her knees. They fell down to the
floor as she straightened again. I stood there smiling, taking in the lovely sight of her
standing exposed before me. She looked back at me, her face red, as if begging me to make it
stop. Instead, I let my eyes follow her legs up to her bush. I couldn’t help but be
struck by how beautiful she was, standing in her shirt, naked from the waist down. Finally I felt
like she’d had enough.

“Get on the bed.”

I couldn’t read her face as she turned and walked to the bed. She lay face down, still standing with
her feet on the floor. I got behind her, and put both my hands on her ass. I slowly caressed it, as
if to prepare her. The first few smacks were hard, landing square on her ass. She groaned and
whimpered as they landed. Then I slowed down, took my time, and made each smack softer. She stopped
whimpering, and her breathing slowed down, as she understood it would not be a harsh spanking. I
looked at her bush from behind, and I got harder and harder as looked at her exposed opening. I
spread my spanking over her entire ass, showing particular attention to where her ass met her legs.
Eventually, my wants stopped becoming wants, and became needs. I was so hard I needed the release.
As I undid my belt, and unzipped my pants, she raised her head and looked back at me. She saw my rock
hard cock.

“Thomas? Thomas, no, please!”, she said, with growing desperation in her voice.

Before she could even begin to struggle I grabbed her hips tightly with both my hands, and moved in
closer to her. She still had her head turned looking back at me, as I guided my cock to her opening.
She whimpered and buried her face in the sheets as I entered her with my cock. I pushed into her
slowly at first, feeling her tightness and warmth around my cock. My heart started beating faster
as I felt that she was already a bit wet. As I started moving in and out of her I could hear her
muffled groans and moans from her. I felt her spread her legs, just a bit, as I quickened my pace.
She was so warm inside, and as I fucked her harder and harder, I felt her getting more and more wet.
My body slapped against her ass on each thrust. I fucked her harder and faster than I’d ever fucked
anyone before. I looked down at her beautiful red ass and watched my cock enter her. She was still
making sounds, muffled by the sheets. It sounded like sounds of pleasure.

“Oh, mom!”, I moaned in ecstasy, unable to control myself. “Oh god, yes, mom!”

She was soaking wet when I felt myself getting close. My cock started twitching. I groaned and
pushed hard into her as my cum started rushing into her. Spurt after spurt, filling her with my
semen. The orgasm overwhelmed me, leaving my body pushed against hers, with my cock deep inside her.
I felt a sense of peace I had never felt before, but my other senses absent, as if only this orgasm
existed.

As I regained my senses, I felt her laying still, wet as ever, with my cock inside her. Slowly, and
very gently, I pulled out, seeing her wetness mixed with semen leaking out of her. I felt weak at
first, as if I was just waking up, and I just stood there behind her, watching her ass and her wet
pussy, with my hard cock just at her entrance.

As I took my first steps away from her, cock hanging out of my pants, I looked at her, with her
face still buried in the sheets.

“You belong to me. Don’t forget that.”

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