'Mom,' I said again.  The strangle hold she had on me was starting 
to hurt.
	'Don't back out on me now, Ryu-chan.  You started this and now 
we're going to finish it.'  She thought I was trying to be a tease when 
I was just trying not to fall on my face.
	'You're squeezing too hard, Mom,' I managed to say, almost ready 
to collapse.  She's got quite a grip when she's got a hold of something 
she wants.
	She let go and stepped back.  She probably thought I was going to 
run and was setting up to cut me off.  I stood up slowly, making sure 
she didn't damage any important parts and steadied my breathing.  I 
could still feel that vice-like grip on my nads, so I adjusted myself 
and turned around.
	I looked behind me when she didn't say anything.  Maybe there was 
someone behind me that she saw.  No...  She was just staring at me, but 
not in any way that I recognized.  'Mom?  What's wrong?'
	She stepped up to me and grabbed my crotch.  It startled me a 
little, but that was all.  I think she expected me to run away, 
screaming, but I surprised her when I didn't.  She gave me a firm 
squeeze, just below the pain threshold.  It made me a little nervous, I 
like my genitals the way they are, but I smiled at her anyway.
	I pulled her hand away from my privates and held it in mine.  I 
stepped back against the bed.  I still felt a little funny.  I mean, 
not more than 10 minutes ago she had been hitting me.  But I know 
that's one reason I liked it all.  The pain-pleasure transition.  That 
is a real thin line...
	'Please, Mom,' I said.  Please what?  I wasn't sure, but all of a 
sudden I wanted to my mother naked.  Please what?  Please get naked so 
we can fuck.
	I let her hand go and took off my shorts.  I figured if I showed 
her my goodies, she'd show me hers.  But she refused to follow my lead.  
She was just looking at me all funny.  I wanted her to look at me like 
she used to, like when she knew she had me.
	She put one finger on my chest and pushed gently.  Was she trying 
to test me?  She wanted to see how far I would go?  What difference did 
it make though?  If I refused her advances, if I was teasing, she would 
just have me anyway.  So I let her little push knock me back on the 
bed.
	God, it was comfortable.  I think it was a down mattress, it was 
so soft and inviting.  I let my arms flop.  I know she liked me in that 
spread eagle position, I must have looked like the main course, sunk 
into those covers the way I was.
	She stepped up to the end of the bed and stood between my legs.  
She started running her hand up and down my thigh, like she wasn't 
really sure if she wanted me anymore.  I just couldn't bring myself to 
get angry then.
	So I did the only thing I knew how...  I apologized.  I think the 
words 'I'm sorry' coming out of my mouth were a turn on for her.  And 
they worked that time.  She didn't say anything, the look on her face 
never changed, but she started to undo her shirt.
	I was getting impatient though.  She was all set to rape me 
before, but when I was willing she didn't want me.  I guess it killed 
her thrill.  'Come on, Mom.'  I was ready to start begging, I was ready 
to fuck.  'Don't you want me?'  That had to do it.  I was offering her 
something she wanted; she couldn't refuse.
	Then she asked me something I couldn't believe.  'What happened to 
you?'  Like my dick just fell off or something.
	I couldn't help but be irritated.  It showed, too, when I whined.  
'Mom...'  You know that tone, when your mother tries to wash your face 
with spit on a napkin.  I wanted her and she didn't want me.  She shut 
me up with one look.  Damn, I felt like I was 10 years old again.
	She glared at me with her shirt open.  I couldn't stop staring at 
her breasts hidden behind that lacey little bra of hers.  She asked me 
again, 'What happened to you?'
	'For fuck's sake, Mom...  Don't you want me?'  I pulled myself 
back on that all as hell comforter until my head was on the pillows.  
'Why don't you want me?'  I was getting hurt, angry and confused.
	'This isn't you.  You're not like this.'
	I was so mad when she said that.  I sat up and actually managed to 
stand.  I started to scream; I would make her understand even if I 
didn't.  'Nothing!  There's nothing wrong with me!  I'm giving myself 
to you!'  I walked across the bed and stood towering over her.  I 
grabbed the collar of her shirt.  'Mom,' my voice came out all quiet.  
I sank to my knees, her eyes following me.
	'Mom,' I said again, still holding her shirt.  'Why can't you 
understand?'  I let go of her shirt, feeling all funny inside.  I 
looked back down her chest, the gentle valley there.
	'Because you...'  I smiled a little when she stopped talking, when 
my finger got in her bra.  My other hand was on her side, on her 
smooth, hot skin...  'I thought you didn't like this.'
	My finger popped the little clasp in the front, and slipped the 
stubborn little hooks apart.  'But I do.'  I just never had the balls 
to admit it.  I started to push her shirt off but she grabbed my 
wrists.  I thought she might get bitchy with me again, in which case I 
would have had my way with her, but she went ahead and kissed me.
	I think that was when she realized I was serious.  At first she 
just kind of brushed her lips against mine, kind of teasing like.  She 
held my sides and kissed me again, several light but sensual touches.  
I got my hands on her shoulders and pulled her to me.  I captured her 
mouth with mine and sucked hard.  I stuck my tongue in her mouth the 
way I always wanted and sucked on hers.
	Mom pushed me away though.  She pushed on my chest again, so I 
submitted and fell back on the bed, just like before.  Submit to my 
mother...  It was something I knew how to do real well.  And then she 
started to take off her clothes, for real.  She still had that funny 
look on her face; she didn't understand yet, neither did I.
	So there was my mom, standing naked in front of me.  I took the 
opportunity and really looked at her, leered at her.  I know she liked 
it too.  She always liked it when she caught me looking at her or 
really starting to enjoy myself because of how much I complained, and 
how much I fought her.
	I think I'm too much like her for my own good.  I used to just go 
ahead and take what I wanted, no second thoughts.  I'm still stubborn 
as a mule and I like arguing with people, especially when I know I can 
win.  I think that's why Mom and I... mesh so well.  With Dad gone, she 
needed someone to challenge her, someone she could fight with, 
unstoppable force versus immovable object.
	I was that immovable object, but I was nothing to my mother, the 
unstoppable force.  Not that I'd ever want her to stop...  She moved so 
well.