Whitley watched in silence as his mother emptied another bottle of wine. He had been used to watching her drink, alcohol being her drug of choice for some time, but today was especially bad. Then again, it was mostly bad days with Willow. Winter hadn't so much as sent a letter since she joined the Military, and Weiss had been in Vale for months without so much as a word. Whitley knew that his mother's strained relationship with her daughters was mostly her fault, she thought they'd at least call today of all days. But instead Willow spent Mother's Day drinking alone and sobbing. Worse still was that Jacques, her own husband, had left on a business trip days ago with no way of knowing when he'd be back. He didn't even call her.

While she normally put at least some effort into her appearance, tonight she wore only a robe and a pair of slippers. She didn't even bother with a glass, opting instead to just chug from the bottle. With the bottle drained, she tossed it aside, watching the servants scramble to clean up the shattered glass. Willow stepped over them, and went off to get another bottle. This time it was something stronger, a highly potent 190 Proof vodka that had been outlawed in Atlas for years. Willow brought the bottle to her lips and swallowed the burning drink. She began to stumble over her words, and she lost the strength in her legs. She fell to her knees, using her free arm to support herself.

Sighing, Whitley grabbed the bottle from his mother. "I think you've had enough for tonight, mother."

"g'mme that," Willow slurred. She feebly grabbed at Whitley, but could summon no more strength than a small child. Whitley always hated seeing his mother like this, but he felt a strange feeling welling up inside him. Her bloodshot eyes, her messy hair and the deep lines that age had drawn into her face only made her more beautiful to him.

Whitley pointed to a couple butlers. "Take my mother to her room."

"At once, Master Whitley," they responded. Each one took one of Willow's shoulders and walked her down the long hall to her room. When they reached the room, they gently laid Willow don onto her bed. She had long since fallen asleep, her ample chest slowly rising and falling with each breath.

"Leave us," Whitley ordered. The butlers nodded and exited Willow's bedroom. Whitley shut the door and turned the lock, then went back to stare at his mother. He had always found her captivating, even when she was like this. He ran a hand through her hair, brushing his palm against her cheek. Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on her lips. He pulled back, waiting for her reaction. None came. Seeing that as the signal, he kissed her again, giving her a longer, deeper kiss this time. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth. He tasted the alcohol on her tongue. His hands moved to undo the tie on her robe. Opening it up revealed an ornate white bra and matching panties. Hands trembling, Whitley unhooked the bra and let Willow's remarkable breasts hang free. He grabbed a handful of her tits, the bountiful flesh seeming to spill out of his fingers. Groping and massaging her breasts, he saw her bright pink nipples harden. He placed his lips around one, sucking her nipple into his mouth. Gently, he bit down on her breast, causing Willow to gasp. His cock strained against his pants. He needed more, and Willow would be more than happy to give it to him.

He stripped out of his clothes, folding them up and placing them in a neat pile next to the bed. Completely naked, he climbed on top of his still unconscious mother. He pressed a thumb against her mouth, feeling the softness of her plump, full lips. Slowly, he pried her mouth open and slipped his cock inside. He was engulfed in the wet heat of his mother's mouth. Her lips dragged against his cock, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. Grabbing her head, he began to thrust into her mouth. He fucked his mother's face with a passion that he rarely put into anything. Her red lipstick became smeared and messy as drool flew from her mouth with every thrust. He could feel the pressure building up inside him. He pulled out quickly, instead opting to blow his load all over Willow's face and chest. Thick strands of his seed ran down her face and coated her breasts. Whitley took a moment to take in the image, savoring the sense of wrongness at him taking out his lusts on his own mother. Then the moment passed and he moved on.

Slowly, he pulled her panties down. Yanking them off, he placed them to the side, intending to use them for later. He grabbed Willow's legs and opened them, exposing her to him fully. He drank in the sight of her white pubic hair, her pink clit, and her beautiful pussy. He buried his face in her cunt, lapping at her folds. Whitley felt his mother stir beneath him. She slurred out what sounded like a moan. Driven further, he plunged his tongue into her depths, feeling her insides. Her wetness coated his face as her moans and gasps filled his ears. He pulled out, bringing his mouth higher until his lips were sealed around her clit. He sucked on the hardened nub while his fingers plunged in and out of her sopping cunt. Her body went stiff, her back arching as her walls tightened around Whitley's fingers. He kept up his fingering, even as she sprayed her juices all over him.

Whitley stuck a finger into his mouth, tasting his mother. Desire had overtaken him. He crawled on top of her, his throbbing, aching cock pointed at her entrance. He slipped inside, feeling her heat envelop him. He fucked her with long, slow strokes at first. Bit by bit withdrawing his cock before slamming it back in. he watched as her breasts shook with each thrust into her. His hands sank into her breasts. Driven forward by the desire that had overwhelmed him, he played with her breasts. He pinched and squeezed Willow's nipples, watching as the pale flesh became flush with red.

Willow's eyes began to flutter open. Her mind was foggy, but she could feel a heat coursing through her body. She felt a fullness that she hadn't felt in a while. She couldn't see what was happening, but she could hear things; someone grunting and panting, the squeaking of bed springs, the wet sounds of flesh smacking against flesh.. She tried to lift her arm but couldn't find the strength.

"Wh's g'n on?" she slurred.

Whitley shushed her with a kiss. "It's okay, mother. It's just me," he whispered in her ear.

"Whtly?"

"Yes, it's Whitley," he said, still thrusting into her. "I'm giving you your gift. I love you, mother," Whitley gasped. "Winter and Weiss abandoned you, father does nothing but neglect you, but you still have me, you'll always have me. You're so wet, and tight. You wanted this too, didn't you? Father hasn't touched you in years. He's a fool. Why would anyone go to whores when they have such a beauty living with them?"

Willow had passed out again, leaving his words unheard. Whitley picked up the pace, fucking her faster. His hips slapped against hers as his fingers sank into her flesh. He could feel himself reaching his peak. He bottomed out inside his mother as his cock throbbed and sent ropes of cum deep inside her. He kept thrusting until he was drained. Panting, he pulled out and watched his cum spill out of willow's cunt. Her pale skin was flushed red and covered with sweat. Her hair was a mess, and she was still covered in cum. Seeing his own mother like this only turned Whitley on more. He could feel his cock hardening again.

With a grunt of exertion, he grabbed Willow and flipped her onto her stomach. He grabbed her boy her hips and lifted her up. With her large, round ass up in the air, Whitley grabbed at her soft cheeks. He loved his mother's ass. Every time he saw this ass swaying as she walked by he had to fight the urge to pin her down and fuck her right there. But now he had her all to himself, and he could finally do what he always wanted to. He spread her cheeks apart, giving himself a full view of her puckered asshole. Leaning in close, he drove his tongue into the tight ring of flesh. He tasted her, savored her, his tongue writhing inside of her. He let out a sigh of bliss as he worshiped his mother's ass. He withdrew his tongue, panting with need.

"Has father ever done that for you? I bet he hasn't, he has no idea the kind of treasure he married. So obsessed with money, I'd gladly live as a pauper if I could have you."

He shoved his cock into her ass, fully sheathing himself inside her. The pressure was crushing. It was like a vice around his cock. He drew out slowly, trying not to cum immediately. He slammed his hips forward, savoring the feeling of Willow's plump ass against his body. With his hands on her shoulders, he fucked her hard. Each thrust sent ripples across Willow's ass as sweat and bodily fluids flew everywhere. He brought a hand down onto her fat ass with a smack. The impact left a red hand-print, and it seemed to make Willow tighten up. He unleashed a flurry of sharp strikes on her vulnerable flesh. When he finished her butt was completely red and beginning to swell up. That didn't slow his pace, as he kept on brutally fucking her asshole. It didn't take long for him to cum, and he painted her rectum white with his seed. He pulled out, the flesh of her ass seemingly sucking him in. he looked at his handiwork, his mother thoroughly used, covered in sweat and cum, dripping from every hole. He saw that Willow's face bore the faintest hint of a smile. Seeing that pleased Whitley greatly.

He went over to his discarded clothes and reached into his pants pocket. He pulled out a small box and opened it. It contained a shining silver pendant embedded with a blue gem. Such trinkets were a dime a dozen in this house, but Whitley always wanted his mother to have nice things.

He turned her back onto her back and fastened the chain around her neck. When she woke up she'd just assume that she'd fallen asleep with it on. It wouldn't be the first time.

Gently, Whitley kissed his mother on the cheek.

"Happy Mother's Day."

Whitley put his clothes back on and went out into the hall. He beckoned for the servants.

"Clean her up. I was never here," he ordered.

"At once, Master Whitley," one of the butlers responded.

Whitley went to walk away, but stopped when he saw one of the maids staring at him. She averted her gaze, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Whitley grinned and got closer to her.

"Curious, are you?" he teased

The woman let out a soft squeak, avoiding the boy's gaze. She squirmed as his hand crept up her thigh and cupped her ass through her clothes while his other hand explored under her shirt. He yanked down her bra and hefted her breast in his hand. Satisfied by what he found, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off to his bedroom.

"You're going to keep me company tonight, understood?"

"Yes, Master Whitley," the maid responded.