The Man-Child and His Cocoon

Kate was utterly obsessed with her son Brad. From the first moment she held him in her arms, she could not bear to leave him be for even a moment, nor could she get him out of her head. Kate was constantly holding him when he was an infant, never allowing any one to take her Brad from her unless they insisted or put up a fight. And then later Kate would follow him around as he stumbled about the house, always ready to catch him and ready to entertain him with some game. She could never leave him alone, even for a minute.

On some occasions young Brad would run a fever or feel sick and his mother would rush him to the doctor or the hospital, feeling so anxious and arriving in such a panic that she would be screaming at people to look at her child. She had to be sedated on one occasion when she brought a feverish Brad into hospital and caused a scene by growing so hysterical that hospital staff had to calm her down with an injection. Brad had been fine and had been cleared to go home an hour later, with a prescription.

Brad's father, Paul had been excluded from Kate and Brad's special relationship. From the very start Paul's neurotic wife had turned her back on him, so focused was she on caring for Brad's needs. She held a belief that he wasn't really good enough and careful enough to take care of their child, but she never said anything to him. Mother and son developed a relationship that her husband and his father just couldn't penetrate and so he was forced to watch from the sidelines.

Brad knew he was doing the right thing. He took off all his clothes, walked out of his bedroom and then down the hall to the bathroom, opened the door and stepped into the shower with his mother Kate.

Brad had been in training for this moment for a long time. He had trained his body hard, focusing on building strength, power and endurance. He lifted big weights and ate like a horse and got plenty of rest and his body grew and his mind and will became stronger. While Brad's father Paul slowly turned soft and grew a soggy midriff, his determined son Brad struggled and overcame greater and greater resistances. For a time Paul didn't seem to care what Brad was doing at the gym, but Brad wasn't concerned with his father's opinion - he was doing this for his mother. He was interested in what Kate thought and he could see that his mother was taking notice.

Building strength and pursuing excellence were Brad's goals. He finished high school with extraordinary marks, a result of endless hard work for hours on end. He entered a prestigious college and ploughed through the work, determined to obtain the best results. Brad was a winner, but he knew that winning took effort and he gained an advantage from every opportunity, securing victories at every step. Again he didn't really care what his father Paul thought of his study and his future prospects – Brad only cared what his mother thought and again she was taking notice.

There seemed to be an unspoken sort of agreement between Kate and her son. It was an agreement conveyed by the eyes, by looks and by tone of voice. Sometimes Kate would touch her son a certain way on the hand or the arm, or she would look lovingly at him over dinner. And sometimes she would need Brad to hold her when she was emotional and on the verge of tears or else she would confide in Brad, telling her son everything and he would spend hours listening and supporting her so she could feel better and move forward.

The determined young man was always there - always ready to listen to Kate's nasty gossip or her constant complaints about Paul and his family, or how someone had failed to do this for her or someone had said that about her. Brad had no problems getting up and walking out of college classes if his mother called – Kate always came first in Brad's life and he never kept her waiting.

It took Paul some time to realise what was going on, but when he did notice he was surprised. Brad, his son, had effectively taken Paul's place as Kate's husband. Granted Brad wasn't sleeping with his mother, yet he had taken on the role of her emotional support and was offering her the sort of friendship and care that Paul was expected to provide. Kate and her son had grown too close, as far was Paul was concerned, but they had always been too close. When Paul found out what was going on he tried to step in between Kate and Brad and re-commence his duties as Kate's husband, but Kate shut him out and Brad made it clear that he was ready to fight his father for his mother.

The only other person in the family, an elder daughter named Jessica, watched the unfolding drama from afar. Jessica was too busy with her own life to really participate but she could sense what was happening to her family. She didn't enjoy a good relationship with her mother - Jessica regarded her mother as an overly controlling and manipulative person, but Jessica did care for Brad, although she regarded him as a cold and calculating person at times. Jessica didn't really like Brad's passion for competition and winning that much either, but still he was her brother and she loved him.

Paul soon learned the full extent of Brad's treachery when his son shocked him by revealing his true intentions. Paul confronted his son one night after he caught Brad and Kate in each other's arms again. Kate had been crying and Paul had tried to intervene, but Kate had rudely rebuffed him and Brad had walked out of the room. Paul had gone after Brad wanting to put an end to his son's role as his mother's pseudo-husband, but not wanting to fight it out. They ended up in the front yard whispering at each other fiercely under the glow of a streetlight.

"You stay away from my wife Brad."

"No I won't dad, you stay away from her."

"What, are you talking about Brad – she's your mother and I'm your father and I'm telling you to back off. Your relationship with her isn't healthy."

"No I won't dad, she belongs with me and you should just accept it and get out of our way."

Paul abruptly stopped talking and stared at his son. Brad was looking at Paul with the most determined look on his face – Paul could see that Brad was completely serious and it shocked him.

"Brad, I...," Paul said, lost for words.

"Dad, mom loves me and she wants to be with me, not you."

"I'm not going to argue this with you young man, you stay away from my wife," Paul returned, growing angry.

"No I won't dad," Brad returned, raising his voice.

The argument grew in volume and Paul realised that Brad was prepared to fist fight him for his mother.

"Stop this you two," Kate hissed as she ran across the lawn. "I can hear you from inside the house."

"Did you hear what he said," Paul asked Kate.

"Yes, but just forget it, okay Paul."

"Wait a minute, is Brad telling the truth Kate – do you want to be with him?"

Kate stood there silently on the lawn, gazing at her husband, while Brad stood off to the side, his arms crossed. He was ready to fight his father physically, if that's what it took.

"Well?" Paul demanded.

"Look, just stop it, okay Paul,"Kate said. "C'mon Brad let's go inside, honey."

The tension within the family grew from that night onward. Brad was hoping with all his heart that his father would move out of the house and his parents would divorce, so Brad could have his mother to himself like he always wanted. It wasn't a far-fetched plan as Kate and Brad had planted the seed that night out on the front lawn: Brad had declared his intentions to his father and Kate had said that she had overheard Brad, but she hadn't said anything to contradict Brad or set things straight with her son.

Paul got drunk one night and told Jessica what Brad had said out on the lawn and also what her mother had said and done. Jessica instantly blamed her mother.

"Wow mom must have loved that: having you and Brad fighting over her. She loves that sort of thing. Mom's really controlling and so nasty sometimes."

"What, you think she's manipulating Brad into saying what he's saying?"

"I don't know dad, but she's very good at getting him to do things."

"I can't believe Brad wants his own mother – it's so sick."

"Well yes, but mom isn't the healthiest person either," Jessica said sadly. "She could put a stop to it very quickly if she wanted to."

"Yes they're both sick."

"She's a bitch dad. I hate the way she humiliates you in front of people and controls the money. I can't wait to get away from her. "I'm sorry dad; I think mom might be grooming Brad."

"Groom him? You mean to take my place?"

"Yes, I think so."

The conversation between Paul and Jessica went on for hours, but no resolution was reached and no plan of action was agreed upon. Paul did feel that Jessica was on his side though and that helped.

The first big fight between Paul and Kate started the next night. The two parents fought it out behind closed doors in a furious shouting match. Brad sat in his bedroom, his ears picking up every word. He was ready to storm in and hit Paul as many times as it took to get rid of him, but Kate had warned her son not to start anything with his father. Paul and Kate had placed Brad at the centre of their fight: Paul was accusing Kate of twisting Brad's mind and turning Brad against Paul. He accused Kate of being sick and manipulating Brad. Kate on the other hand accused Paul of being a bad husband, leaving his responsibility to care for her up to Brad, who had done a great job in Paul's place.

At one stage Paul had asked pointedly and repeatedly if Kate was in love with Brad, but Kate just diverted the argument, throwing Paul's failures in his face, refusing to answer the question. Meanwhile in Brad's bedroom, the young man listened, urging his mother on. As a result of the fight Paul moved out of the master bedroom and into a guestroom. Brad couldn't help but walk around with his head held high and his chest out – he had helped separate his father from his wife's beautiful body. Now all Brad had to do was drive his father out of the house and take his father's place in the master bedroom.

Jessica tried to intervene, but there was no way she was going to sway Brad – he was completely determined. He told Jessica that he was in love with his mother and that was that. Paul threatened to call the police to straighten the situation out, hoping the shock would throw cold water on Brad's desire but it turned out being a bluff.

More fights followed, but Kate felt Paul really had lost the will to win them. Kate attacked him savagely, throwing his extra-marital affairs back at him, reminding him that he barely listened to her anymore and that he never seemed to be around when she needed him. Paul was barely present in their marriage, Kate said and Paul had to grudgingly admit that it was true. Paul finally decided to cut his losses five weeks later, one evening, when he came home from work. He walked into the kitchen and found Kate and Brad cooking together, arms around each other and they were talking and laughing.

Paul quietly told Kate and then Jessica his news. He then took his son aside and conceded defeat.

"I still think what you're doing is wrong Brad and it's not good for you, but I won't stand in the way, or call the police, or tell anyone."

"Thanks dad," Brad said solemnly, shaking Paul's hand. "I love mom and will take care of her."

"Yes, I'm sure you will Brad," Paul muttered, just wanting to get away from them both.

Paul moved out, taking a new apartment with Jenny, a younger woman he had been secretly seeing behind Kate's back. And then a few weeks later Jessica moved out, simply unable to live with her scheming mother and her games, and her crazy brother anymore. Brad couldn't believe his luck – he and his mother had the whole house to themselves.

Brad realised he needed to make his move finally. It was two weeks after Jessica left – a whole month and a half after his father had left and he hadn't taken the next step yet. He saw his mother out the back lying stretched out on a lounge chair near the pool. She was dressed in her favourite white bikini. Brad opened the back door and stepped outside. He descended the stairs and walked across to where Kate was lying.

"Hi honey," Kate said, smiling, her eyes shaded behind dark sunglasses.

"Hi mom," Brad replied.

Brad looked down and ran his eyes over his mother's beautiful body. Kate was tanned with large breasts, a hard flat tummy from her exercise regime and broad hips and long limbs, The bikini top just covered her breasts, the tips visible through the white wet material and Brad could see the shape of her pubic mound and a hint of her dark triangle of pubic hair through the material as his eyes slowly roved down his mother tanned wet belly and along her legs.

"Like what you see Brad?"

"Yeah, always," Brad replied, now looking at Kate's slick dark hair and her full lips.

Kate laughed softly.

"I'm feeling a bit cold honey; I'm going to take a nice hot shower, okay."

"Sure mom, sounds good," Brad said, picking up something from the tone in his mother's voice and looking into her smouldering eyes after she had stood up, picked up her towel and removed her sunglasses to regard him.

"I'll see you inside soon Brad."

Brad stood there as Kate walked off, her hips swaying deliciously from side to side and her long arms swinging easily. He realised his mother was only 41 years old and still young enough to conceive a child with him if they started straight away. The idea of it – a dark and deep need in Brad – caused his already thick penis to grow even harder and his heart to thump and his hands to shake.

He entered the house; sure of what he had to do. He went to his bedroom and listened – the shower was already going and Kate was in there. Brad took his shorts off and then his underwear and his large cock broke free. He was naked, horny and ready after having waited so long for his mother.

"I'm coming mommy, you're all mine now," he whispered.

Brad's cock seemed to lead him there, as if his penis were some sort of divining rod in search of treasure. The slowly dripping penis bore him down the hall and to the bathroom door. With his heart now pounding and his courage tested he paused, breathed hard, and then opened the bathroom door and slipped inside. He had a choice: he could back out as his mother hadn't heard him enter and couldn't see him from behind the shower curtain or he could go ahead. Quickly Brad drew the shower curtain back and stepped into the cubicle, pulling the curtain closed behind him.

"Brad!" Kate exclaimed, her eyes growing wide.

"Hi mom, just thought I'd join you."

"Wow okay," Kate said brightly, beaming strangely, her eyes roving over Brad's muscular body and coming to rest on his large erection. "Oh my God Brad!"

"Do you like it mom?" he asked, taking a step closer to Kate.

"Well sure, I guess," Kate said, taking a cautious step back and running into the shower wall. "You've got a big dick Brad."

Brad ran his eyes over his mother's body. Water was streaming over her beautiful breasts and down her belly and thighs. It was hitting her shoulders and running from her finger tips. He looked up into Kate's eyes – they were sparkling. She was still grinning strangely and breathing hard.

"Are you going to try and put that thing inside me Brad?"

"Yeah mom I will, no trying."

"Ha really, well what if I don't want you to, hey," Kate asked.

"You want it mom, just as much as I do."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah really," Brad stated.

Brad reached out for his gorgeous mother. Kate had backed herself into a corner of the shower cubicle and had nowhere to go. Brad put one arm around his mother's waist and adjusted his penis with the other hand as he stepped in and pressed himself against Kate.

"Oh my God Brad, you really are going to put it inside me."

Brad positioned the tip of his dick against his mother's pussy. Kate parted her legs, giving him more room to do it. She held his penis in one hand and looked down. Brad pushed roughly, forcing his mother back hard against the shower wall as he felt Kate's body resist and then give way. Brad thrust once, twice, three times with no control, and watched Kate's head rock up and down and listened to her breath come and go in ragged bursts.

"Awww gawd easy honey, go gently," she groaned.

"Mom, it's so good. I've been waiting so long," he said, trying to calm himself and managing to slowly impale Kate and enjoying every inch of his advance.

"I know honey, I know – you're inside me now honey, you're inside me now."

Brad leant in and kissed Kate on the mouth pushing his tongue in and Kate responded by kissing him back deeply and passionately, running the tip of her tongue around the line of his teeth and then against his tongue.

The hot water poured over them, causing the bathroom to fill with clouds of steam. Kate ran her hands and fingers up and down her son's spine, while he held her tight, his face close to hers and fucked her crudely in the shower like a jack rabbit, unable to keep himself under control again.

"Oh mom, I'm sorry, I can't stop myself. Aw"

"Mmmm it's okay honey I know, you're so worked up. It doesn't hurt. I'm so wet now."

"Awwwww yeah mom," he groaned, looking her in the eye.

"Yeah Brad, yeah its good aw"

He fucked his mother with short hard strokes causing her breasts to bounce and her head to rise and fall, rise and fall.

"Come on Brad, let's get out of the shower – the waters getting cold in here."

"Okay okay."

Brad withdrew his penis from Kate's body and stepped out of the shower. She turned off the water taps and followed him out. Kate reached for her towel, but she dropped it. As she went to pick it up Brad saw her broad behind exposed and he lunged at her. In a split second he had placed the tip of his dick against Kate's pussy, taken hold of her hips and sunk into her from behind until he was in his mother up to the balls.

"Ohhh you little asshole, you can't even wait a few minutes for it."

"Awww mommy."

Kate positioned herself on the bathroom floor, her hands and knees on the wide soft blue mat and swung her body back and forth in perfect time to her son's advances and withdrawals. She used her muscles on him as he withdrew, gently squeezing the knob of his penis and causing him to groan even louder. Their two wet shining bodies moved, colliding with a soft slap with each contact.

'Awwwww yeah Brad, how's that feel, hey honey?" she taunted him, enjoying the pleasure tingling through her body, its focal point building in and around her clitoris and inside her vagina.

"It's so good mommy."

He loved looking down and watching his big dick piston in and out of his mother's pussy. Her body was so slippery from all the fluid and she was so hot and snug - so soft, but so snug. Brad couldn't help but bury it deep with each stroke – he loved the feeling of his tingling underside and tender knob being aroused and provoked each time he plunged inside her and felt her flesh surround and run over him. He just wished his dad could see him now – this was the sweetest victory of all.

"C'mon Brad let's go get into bed – it'll be much more comfortable."

"Sure Kate."

She laughed happily at the new example of familiarity.

The two of them dried off quickly and then Kate took Brad's dick in her hand and led him to bed.

Into the master bedroom he went; ready to take his dad's place in the sex bed with his mother.

"C'mon kid," Kate said, reclining back and spreading her legs for him.

Brad climbed onto the big bed and stretched out over his mother, between her thighs. She took his cock in her fingers, her other hand on his ass and positioned him.

"Okay, push Brad."

"Mmmm, ohhh what a great day," Brad said softly as he pinned his mother's beautiful body to the bed with one long smooth stroke of his cock.