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Mommy

By: MasterJack



Frank hurried straight to his room turning on his computer as the entered; the 19 year-old had an hour before his parents got home.  He liked surfing the Web and looking at porn when no one else was around usually in the afternoon while his parents were still at work.  At 6 ft. 2 he could play basketball or football, but he chose football, because he liked the contact.  He brushed his blond hair back out of his blue eyes as he waited for the screen to come up.  

He had gone to several sites before he stumbled onto one that caught his attention.  There was a woman in her 20s with several different men, but what got his attention was the clover shaped birthmark on her back.  He had seen that birthmark before, every time he went swimming with his parents, because the birthmark was on his mother's back.  The pictures were the normal kind with her taking a black cock in her mouth; another showed her preparing to take one in her ass.  Frank only had about 20 minutes before his parents got home, so he quickly downloaded the pictures to a disk, and put the disk in his drawer. 

He just got the computer turned off when a parents walked in the House and called for him.  He went downstairs to meet them, " Hi Mom and Dad how was your day today? "

His mother headed for the kitchen to get supper ready, and his dad said, " oh about the same as always, never grow up, because then you have to get a job pay bills. "

Frank's dad Peter turned on the TV, and put on the news. " How was your day at school Frank, think that you'll make first string on the football team this year? "

Frank said, " oh yes I got it locked up I am going to be offensive tight end, the coach says I got real good chance of getting of football scholarship. "

When supper was over Frank excused himself and went to his room to do some homework on the computer.  He opened his e-mail address that no one knew about and then attached one the pictures from the web site to it.  He sent the e-mail to his mother's e-mail address, and then shut his computer off going to bed. 

Next morning Frank opened his e-mail before going to school and the found a message from his mother.  To whoever sent this disgusting e-mail to me, I am not impressed with it.  And you know what's good for you will not send any more disgusting e-mails of this kind.  The e-mail wasn't even signed but he knew it was from his mother. 

He did another one the pictures this time one showing her birthmark very clearly and sent it.  In the message box he replied, I wouldn't be so quick to insult me.  If you look at that birthmark on the picture and then you will recognize it.  I will look for your apology later. 

All day at school Frank was nervous as the sat through class after class.  When he got home he immediately went to his room and turned on the computer.  He signed on the net and brought up his e-mail account, sure enough there was a message there from his mother.  I don't know where you got those pictures, but I do apologize for being rude earlier.  Please tell me how much it is, going to cost to get those pictures back.  Thank you for letting me know you have them.  Lana

Frank sat there and read the e-mail twice smiling to himself each time.  Now the game was his, he had control if he moved the other player had to jump.  He took time to decide what he was going to type, I don't want your money but I want to prove that you are sincere in your apology.  I want for you to e-mail me a new picture of you the full body with your legs spread wide.  I expect to see the picture the next time I check my e-mail, do I make myself clear?  Frank hurried up and sent the mail off to his mother. 

Frank's father was out of town for the week on business, so he knew his mother had plenty of time to take the picture.  Frank wasn't prepared to what happened later, he had done his homework and was getting ready for bed with his mother knocked on his door.  Frank's mother said, " I need to take a picture of myself for your father do you have a digital camera that has a automatic shutter on it.  I kind of wanted to take a nasty one for him do you think can you could help me? "

Frank smiled to himself this is even better than he had thought he did have a digital camera with the automatic shutter on it, but he told her he didn't have one.  Frank said, " gee Mom I don't have one with a automatic shutter with mine yet to click it manually.  Sorry "

Frank's mother hurried back to her computer and typed out a message, I don't have the digital camera with the automatic shutter and there isn't anyway for me to take a picture of myself.  Maybe if you give me some more time I can get a camera somewhere. 

Frank turned on his computer; he felt that there would be a message coming through.  He smiled to himself when he read it; he really had her going now.  He sat down at the keyboard and typed an answer, I didn't ask you for excuses I told you what to do and I meant it.  Now I expect three pictures by morning or I start sending out some of these pictures I have.  Frank clicked the send button and sent the e-mail on its way. 

Frank was still reading when is mother appeared at his door again, " I don't know what to do, I need a picture of myself, and a don't how to take it by myself.  A long time ago when I was in college someone took some pictures of me with other men.  It was before I ever knew your father, but now someone has those pictures and is threatening to expose me.  I don't know what else to do, would you take some pictures of me, and not think too terrible of me? "


Frank Almost felt bad at what he was doing, but he had known for long time his mother was hot, and that was all he could think about. "What kind of pictures you want to take? "

His mother was almost in tears, as she answered, " You know, I need three nude pictures of myself, maybe you could help me. "

Frank said, " Well I guess I could Mom.  Were you what take the pictures? "

His mother swallowed hard, and said, " I don't know I guess we could take them right here if that would be ok with you? "

Frank said, "Well OK, come on in right now. "

Frank's mother walked into the room; she was wearing a robe, and moved to sit on the side of his bed.  She looked uncertain and not for sure what to do. 

Frank said, " Well first of all if you want them taken in the nude you very get that robe off, and get ready. " Frank watched in awe as a mother slipped her robe from her shoulders, on to the bed.  She was wearing a silk nightgown and revealed little, but almost as though on cue she stood up and pulled it over her head.  Then she stood there front of him totally nude, her breasts were perfect 38 c breast and he couldn't get over how beautiful they were, her pussy was shaved and he could see her clit sticking between her lips.  Frank positioned her on his bed, and took a picture, when at last he had taken the last the three pictures he gave her the camera so she did download in her computer.  His mother picked up her robe and the nightgown leaving the room. 

In the morning when Frank turned on his computer the three pictures he had taken with their waiting on him, and he knew there would be more come. 


Frank's mom is cooking breakfast when he walked in the kitchen and walked up behind her.  She was wearing her robe again with her hair mussed like she had tossed and turned all night.  Frank reached his hand inside her robe on the front of her grabbing her right breast, which brought the instant response, as she slapped his hand. 

Frank's mother said, " I don't know what you're thinking about but don't do that again young man. "

Frank smiled to himself slightly, " listen, we're going to have some new rules around here, because if you don't want Dad to know about those pictures I took last night You better be nice to me.  Which way do you want it, my way, or do you want me to tell Dad and do it your way? "

Frank felt like a heel, as his mother sniffled a quiet sob before answering, " I don't have much choice do I, if you tell your dad he'll divorce me, and leave me with nothing.  OK, you win, but what do I have to do? "

" Well first of all take that robe off and fix my breakfast in the nude. "Frank said with a smile. 

Frank watched as his mother took the robe and I nightgown off laying them over a chair.  She was beautiful with her blond a swept back in a bun, and nipples getting hard from the cool air rushing over them.  Frank couldn't help himself, as he walked up to her and ran his fingers over her nipples making them even harder.  His mother bit her lip, but didn't say a word.  When Frank's other hand wandered over belly and his finger found her clit, his mother felt her knees almost buckle, as a juices began to flow.  It had been years since she felt like this, because most the time his father fell asleep on the couch downstairs watching TV at night.  When they did make love it was usually 10 minutes of missionary style intercourse, without any foreplay, and it did feel fantastic to have a finger in her pussy, and her juices flowed in proof.  Frank's mother without even realizing it let her hand go down the front over her son's pajamas feeling his manhood begin to stiffen to a rigid pole. 

Before she even knew it Frank turned her around and forced her to her knees in front, and she without even being told to open the front of his pajamas then her mouth engulfed his cock.  She slid her lips up and down his hard cock taking as much of it as she could in her mouth at one time.  Tom's hands rested on her head, but she didn't need any encouraging to do what she was doing, soon she was moving rapidly taking him to his peak.  When Tom felt his cum beginning to flow from his cock he grabbed a hold of her head and pulled her all the way to him, forcing his dick deep in her throat.  He held her head tight against him until his cum finally stopped flowing down her throat. 

When Frank released her she fell back panting on to her ankles, waiting for his next instructions.  Frank turned off the food that was cooking on the stove, and pulled her to her feet leading her down the hall to the bedroom.  If forced his mother to lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, where he then got on he his knees between her legs bringing his mouth in contact with her hot cunt.  He uses his thumbs to open her up, and his tongue found her clit swirling around in circles until it was hard as a nipple, then he locked his teeth on it bringing a gasp from her mouth.  Frank had never tasted pussy as sweet as this and he used his tongue to scoop juice from her hole and swallow it.  His mother was delirious, and her hands clutched the bedspread on either side of her, as the approach of her orgasm built.  When the last she could hold out no more Lana grabbed Frank's head by the hair and pulled him to her cunt as if she was trying to force him back inside. 

When Frank was finished he get up and went to his bedroom to dress for school, leaving his mother on her bed completely out of her head.  After Frank was shower and dressed he walked into his mother's bedroom, just as she was finishing dressing also.  Frank said, ` when you get home to night You how to dress. " He turned and walked out room without waiting for answer.  

Frank's day at school was busy, but he found himself thinking back over his new power.  He made plans for some of things he was going to have his mother do that night, because he still had two days before his father returned.  He wasn't worried though about his father, because he knew this father usually fell asleep on the couch in the living room, which would give him plenty of time.  Frank got home before his mother, and went back to the Internet for while. 

When Frank heard the door open and close he waited for his mother to come upstairs.  When he heard the knock at door to his room he said, "come on in mother. "

The Frank's mother entered his room, but she was still dressed in her work clothes.  She said, " I've decided that we can no longer do this.  What we did was wrong and must not ever happen again.  You can do whatever you want I don't care. "

Frank was furious as he answered her, " OK, have your way bitch, you can figure out how to explain to Dad about the pictures, and if you need to have any more pictures taken you better find someone else to take them for you.  Now get out here, and don't come back unless you have decided to obey me.  I don't care one way or the other, the choice is yours so get out. "

Lana was furious she left the room, how dare he talk to her like that.  Then like a ton of bricks it hit her, he was right if he told his father she would lose every thing.  And what was she gonna do?  She did need more pictures for the person on Internet, or he would send those pictures out all over, and she would be ruined for life.  She set in her room crying for an hour, and then realized she had no choice that been taken from her long ago.  Lana took off all her clothes, and walked out of her room down to her son's room knocking on the door.  She had to knock three times before he acknowledged her, and told her to come in. 

Lana entered the room, but was stunned when she saw Rob and Tom two of her son's friends there with him.  She turned started the step back of the room, when Rob who is sitting next to door slammed it before she could leave.  She stood there shaking in front of three teenagers trying in vain to cover her breasts and her pussy with her hands. 

Frank broke the silence, " come on in mother dear, don't be so shy with my friends put your hands down at your sides like a good girl. "

Lana had no choice and she knew it. " Please son don't embarrass me like this in front of your friends, after all I am your mother. " but she did lower her hands to her sides and it was there with her head lowered in shame. 

Frank's voice was hard as ice when he spoke, " just look at it this way Mom, you know it felt good this morning with one man, now you get to try three young men at once.  Now walk over here and let my friends check you out, or get out and don't come back. "

Lana knew she had no choice, so with head lowered she did what he told her, and stood there letting his friends feel her.  His two friends began feeling her breasts, and it did feel good soon her nipples were beginning to get really hard.  Rob continued to massage her breast, and she had to admit really did feel good, but Tom had a mean streak, and he started to twist and abuse her nipple.  Suddenly Frank grabbed Tom's hand pulling away from her breast saying, " hey don't hurt her, I said you could have some fun, but I didn't mean you could hurt her.  If that's what you're interested in then you get the fuck out here, do I make myself perfectly clear? "

Tom said, " yeah man, I just having some fun I didn't know it was hurting her that bad or I wouldn't have done it. "

Tom behaved himself, and soon Mary found herself on her knees with three beautiful cocks in front her face to suck on, which she did with with eagerness.  While she was sucking on Tom cock Rob slid underneath her, and began eating her pussy.  It had been fantastic that morning with Frank eating her, but Rob had the longest tongue she ever felt, and it felt like he was going clear up inside her with it.  Soon Mary was grinding her pussy down against his mouth and taking Tom all the way downer throat.  She did not care how wrong it was now all she cared about was the orgasm that was building inside of her, the one that is threatening to tie her stomach in a knot.  When at last she came to it felt like she was being sucked inside out, that her insides were flowing out of her pussy. 

Lana did not get much time to become aware her position, as she was pulled to her hands and knees between the young men.  Frank sat on the floor in front of her and pulled her head down to his cock shoving it deep in her throat, while Rob knelt behind her and pushed his cock deep into pussy.  Soon she was being shoved down on their son's cock by Rob's forward motions, and being pulled back when her pussy didn't want to let the cock be pulled out of it.  Lana had no idea how long the beautiful torment went on, all she knew was that she had never been filled so much before.  Rob came deep in her pussy filling it till it ran down her legs pooling on the floor between her knees.  Suddenly she felt the emptiness as Rob's cock was pulled from her, but she devoted all her attention to Frank's cock deep in her throat. 

Abruptly without warning two fingers scooped some cum from her pussy and began applying it to her ass hole.  Lana had never had a cock there before, and she was afraid of what would happened to her if one of them tried to do it now.  She tried to get their attention by waving her hands frantically at her sides, but with her throat filled with Frank's cock she could say nothing.  Then her wildest nightmare happened she felt the head of a cock at the entrance to her nether hole, and then suddenly without any further warning the whole cock was buried deep in her ass.  The first couple of strokes in her ass were pure agonizing pain, but surprisingly after the first couple of strokes the pain turned to the most fantastic pleasure she ever felt.  Lana found herself ramming her ass back at who ever was behind her.  Finally Frank came deep in her throat and She drank his juice until his cock softened pulling out of her mouth.  Lana turned around and saw that it was Tom shoving his cock up her ass and she reached between her legs to play with his balls as he fucked her even harder.  When last he gave out with a groan she knew that he was spilling his load deep in her bowels and she was sad that it was over, but just then she was wracked by the greatest orgasm she had ever had in her life. 

Lana knew that no matter what they made her do she would never be able to get enough of this young cock, and she would do whatever they told her.  She was broken, but that was a way had to be, she reasoned it could be worse.  

The End.


Mommy



If, as I was waking up in my hotel bed this morning, you'd kneeled by my bedside and told me how this evening would go, I couldn't have believed you if I was as high as Paula and I were now.

This exact scenario, or some variation of it, had been a secret fantasy of mine since July. That's when Paula moved into my office — Paula, the cute, sarcastic-as-hell, slightly German-boned brunette with glasses and a sense of humour that made me melt on the inside like warm chocolate. Fearful of going near the imaginary line separating office banter and sexual harassment, I'd never explicitly revealed my attraction to Paula's face, even as I jerked off every night to the thought of her, my fantasies going through every sexual permutation imaginable.

So, as fate would have it, we'd both been sent to a training conference in Denver. Pot is legal there and, one night, after a couple of post-twelve-hour day drinks, we decided to try it. 

Fast forward who knows how long, and we were in my hotel room, devouring each other like starved Rottweilers. She had me pinned under her on my bed as I traded spit with her, our tongues shoved deep in each other's mouths. I was grinding my pelvis hard against hers as my hands searched for the hem of her shirt. She pulled out of my mouth and searched for the crook of my neck, giving it a nibble and licking a spit trail up to my earlobe.

I pushed her shirt over her head as she found my zipper. Driven mad by the agonizing slowness with which she took off my pants, I slapped her big ass and gave her cheeks a hard squeeze.

Grabbing her butt and pulling her pelvis harder against my underwear, I gritted my teeth and whispered into her ear 

- Daddy's girl is a horny little slut, isn't she?

Her voice full of agonizing unrealized pleasure, she pulled my shirt over my head and said

- Oh, yes, Daddy. I'm so wet and ready for you ... 

I help undo her panties and jeans and push them off her hips, revealing her naked, hairy bush and beautiful big legs.

- How badly does Baby want Daddy's cock inside her? 

Good thing I was high, otherwise I'd be getting a negative boner from hearing myself use the "porn star voice" ...

Paula pulls off her top then shoves her tongue inside one more time, licking the entire surface of my mouth and pushing her huge, perky boobs against my chest.

- Oh, Daddy, I want it right now. Give it to me hard and fast and then cum inside me like the dirty little cunt I am. Your cock is like heroin to me and I need my fix, NOW.

She pushes herself up to guide her crotch onto mine, then wipes her sopping wet snatch, up and down, all over the bottom of my rock-hard monster. She reaches down to guide my penis inside her, and suddenly I have a sobering thought —

- Wait — we should use a condom, right?

She pauses. I'm on the pill and clean. What about you?

I am also clean, thanks to my obsessive condom use (for the most part) and rather pathetic lack of sex partners. Normally I'd insist (I think we both would, we're both smart people) but, under the influence of pot and sky-high endorphins, we let it slide.

And then I feel Paula coming down on me. Slamming all 180 pounds of herself down on my cock in one hot, velvety slide. She lifts herself up and fucks me with her whole body again. And again. I can already feel the cum boiling in my ballsack as the intense pleasure radiates throughout my whole body, the grip of Paula's wet, tight snatch shooting opium-like doses of pure pleasure from the skin of my cock deep into my brain.

I close my eyes and clear my brain to keep from shooting my load, but at intervals I open them to get a look at Paula — beautiful goddess Paula, her face tortured with ecstasy as she rides me hard, her left hand stroking her clit and her right hand kneading her beautiful nipples, red and erect. Her moans are so primal — sexy, but without the artificiality of the moans you hear in porn. She sounds even better than I imagined.

I endure a couple of minutes of this torture before I can endure it no longer. Through gritted teeth and closed eyes I tell her.

- Paula, I'm gonna cum ...

I feel a hard slap across my face. As I'm recovering from the shock, I can feel her stop riding me and drag her sopping wet pussy onto my stomach. Then she slaps me again, even harder. What the fuck?!

I cannot say I was expecting this development, but it delays the blastoff count even as it excites me a little. I get another hard smack across my breast, and then Paula pinches my sensitive nipple and twists it hard. She keeps twisting it harder and I bite my lips to keep from crying out in pain.

- No, you dirty little bitch. You do not get to cum. Mommy did not give you permission to cum. You will stay hard for Mommy until she is completely satisfied, and then you will come exactly when Mommy tells you cum. Is that clear, you nasty little tart?

Holy shit. Paula's a domme, and a fucking incredible one at that. Don't ruin this, please, god, don't ruin this.

- Yes, Mommy, whatever you say.

Paula lets go of my nipple, leans into my face and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

- Good boy. You've always been Mommy's favourite.

She gets back on my cock and starts riding again, pushing herself harder and harder. I think about anything else — not a difficult task, given my current state of intoxication — to keep from being pushed over the edge.

And then she cums. 

Her orgasm is exquisite, beautiful — the very embodiment of why I could only be attracted to a woman. She cries out, collapsing on the bed next to me, her body jerking as if an electric current were running though her most sensitive parts. She takes sharp breaths, letting each one out slowly. And then, coming down from her high, she pulls my mouth down into hers, kissing me slowly and passionately.

A few minutes pass. I move down to play with her neck and she kisses me on the forehead. Then, dragging my hands down her shoulders and pulling one finger down the sensitive side of her torso, I move my face down to her breasts — her beautiful, big breasts. I rub my nose against her rosy left nipple, giving it little licks. I want her — need her — to feed me.

Paula lets out a gasp. She arches her back to get more of her nipple in my mouth, then puts her hand on the back of my head. She begins to stroke my hair softly.

- Mmm, is Baby hungry? Is it time for Mommy to nurse?

I feel butterflies in my stomach as I get ready to realize my ultimate sexual fantasy — suckling Paula's breasts, submitting to a woman in the most primal, fundamental way. 

- Yes, Mommy, I'm ready for you.

I begin to suckle her and she moans softly, contentedly. I feel like every part of my brain has melted, like I now exist for the sole purpose of pleasuring Paula as a sex slave, forever. The only way this moment could be any more perfect is if Paula were pregnant with my baby and lactating. I get lost in a fantasy of her — her beautiful, eight-month-pregnant belly pushing against my body as I drink from her, her warm mother's milk squirting into my mouth.

I'm awoken from my reverie by a gasp that interrupts her low moans — I look down to see that she has starting stroking herself again, pushing two fingers inside herself and dragging them across her G-spot. She's gradually speeding up, fucking herself a little faster, approaching her orgasm carefully as I continue to stimulate her. I can't let this beautiful moment go by without acting.

Unlatching myself from her teat, I whisper into her ear —

- Does Mommy need a little bit of help?

Paula smiles and rolls on top of me; the feel of her naked skin is satisfying in ways that transcend the immediately erotic.

- Mmm ... Baby's a little bit naughty tonight, isn't he? Yes, Baby — I want you inside me again. But don't stop sucking on me. Please.

And so I roll her over again to be on top, then take her nipple in my mouth and continue to suckle. Arching my back for a deep plunge, I centre myself on her bullseye and push all the way in. Going faster and harder now that I'm on top, I struggle to keep from shooting before Paula has a chance. Once she cums again, I ask her the question as I continue to probe her insides.

- Can I come now, Mommy?

I'm fucking her as fast as I can, and her vaginal walls are jacking me so hard I have to think about something — anything — to keep from losing it.

She replies. Yes, Baby. Give your cum to Mommy now.

And then I blow my load without hesitation, pulsing hard inside her, spraying jet after jet of sperm deep inside her. I cum so hard and so much that I throw my head back, letting out an almost involuntary moan.

After I've finished cumming, I collapse on top of her, leaving my spent penis inside. We look deeply into each other's eyes and share a hungry and passion-filled, but subdued, kiss.

I spend minutes sheltered in her embrace, and then Paula lets go of my lips.

- Mmm, Matt, that was so incredible. Thank you ...

I'm silent for a moment, not wanting to say anything stupid (like "I love you"), and I pull Paula's forehead to my lips, holding her tight and kissing her forehead as I think of what to say.

As I fall to her side, sleepy from the intense orgasm, I think of something.

- You're welcome, Mommy. See you in the morning.



Mommy Adriana



Dear Readers,

this is my first attempt in writing. Besides English isn't my first language so I hope you are not too critical with my first effort. It is a little fantasy I had after the visit of my mother. As you can imagine from my story she is quite the person. Oh by the way, I am not that small, 5"11 but due to a lot of running I weigh just 140 pounds and my arms are thin and rather womanly. Hope you enjoy my little story.

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It was just at the beginning of December when my mother arrived for a 4 week visit. I dreaded her visit, because she has never been my friend and wants her daughter to wear the pants in our marriage. Until now she has visited us only a couple of times, each time too short in order to put her plan to work. This time the factor didn't matter and she started right away.

I drove with my wife Andrea to the airport to pick up my mother. When we saw her, Andrea fell into her embrace while I stood back. She looked at me, took me into her arms too and crushed me so hard that I winced. Then she laughed at Andrea and said "Gary has a frail body like a boy. He should lift weights instead of all the running."

Then she looked at me again and said, "since you prefer to have the body of a boy and not a man, you will call me mommy, do you understand? Or better Mommy Adriana, got that boy?"

I was so dumbfounded that I simply nodded. She raised an eyebrow at me and I stuttered "Yes, Mommy Adriana."

She was all smiles and patted my behind, "good boy."

Then turning to Andrea she said. "That's how you have to deal with boys."

Andrea answered, "but mom, he's a man."

While walking to the car Mommy Adriana started to laugh out loud again.

"You don't want to tell me he's a man. Didn't you mention to me you were the one on top during your lovemaking? A real man wouldn't wrap his legs around you, wouldn't he?"

With that she looked at me and I blushed red like a tomato. How could Andrea talk about our privacy like that.

"I asked you something boy. Don't you think you should answer Mommy Adriana?"

My head hanging down, face flushed I nodded embarrassed.

"Yes, Mommy Adriana, a real man wouldn't do that."

With that she turned again to Andrea.

"See, he agrees with me, he's a boy or not even that. I mean do you think a boy would wrap his legs around you? I don't think so, that's too feminine for a boy. So there is just one conclusion. He must be a girl!"

Andrea turned now red too.

"Oh, come on mom, he's not a girl. I mean he spills seed after all."

"Haha, which you extract! Isn't it so? I mean how often have you complained that when you do the normal missionary position with this girl on top he can't come. Only when you go on top and take him like the girl he is he cums."

Now Andrea hung her head too. She didn't say a word anymore which made me even more embarrassed. At least I had hoped Andrea would defend me, but now I saw myself totally in the claws of this cruel woman.

We arrived at the car and she took the key from my hands. She easily lifted her suitcases, which I hardly had been able to pull to the car, into the trunk. Then she opened the car, got into the drivers seat and motioned to me to go in the back. Andrea sat at her side and gave her directions. Then she started to talk to Andrea again.

"Look, now that we have agreed this person in the back is a girl, I think we should also treat him like one. I have now 4 weeks time and I make him a fine wife if you wish or a maid, which I would prefer. Let me tell you why I prefer him to be a maid. You could then easily have a real man as your lover and he, sorry, she would have to serve you both. Let's wait till this night is over before you make your decision honey. I have some exciting times planned for us tonight. Haha, don't know whether it'll be exciting for our new girl there in the back though." 

Once at our house she told me to get her suitcases into her room. I was already sweating when I reached the house with the heavy load, but finally made it to her room. She appeared behind me and said.

"Set up another bed in here and be quick about it girl. I'll have so much to teach you."

With that she patted my behind and I answered dutifully, "yes Mommy Adriana."

Then she turned to Andrea and said: "Girl will sleep with me here during this month so she'll learn as much as possible."

Andrea didn't fight her and just nodded her head. "Yes mom, as you wish mom. If you think its best for him."

She laughed once again. "Honey, I don't think its best for him, its best for her. Think of him from now on only in feminine terms. He doesn't deserve to be called a man. Now, we need a new name for her. Hmmm, let me think. What about Greta? That's close enough to his real name and its really feminine Yes, Greta is it."

I blushed to both ears. She turned to me. "Greta, how do you like your new name?"

My face went pale, I knew I had to answer her, so I said in a low voice.

"Oh, please Mommy Adriana. Don't do that. I mean, I am not a girl."

"What? We all have agreed that you are a girl! You don't like your new name? I think I have to show you I am serious about it."

With that she grabbed my arm with surprising strength and quickness, turned it behind my back so I winced, then she pulled me towards her. I lost balance and somehow, but well planned ahead she came to sit on the bed with me over her lap. I tried to wrestle with her, but of course was no real match for her as she held me in a hammer lock and in no time she had pulled my pants down and started to spank my naked bottom.

Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack, Smack! In rapid succession her blows rained on my defenseless bottom. I yelped in pain, but she was relentless. One blow after another rained down on me and in a matter of a few minutes she had reduced me to tears and utter embarrassment. I was kicking my legs, howling in pain and shedding tears like a little girl. Finally she stopped.

"Now girl. Once again. Tell me who you are and what is your name?"

I sobbed under tears. "I am a girl and my name is Greta."

Triumphantly she looked at Andrea. "What did I tell you. He, no, she is a girl named Greta."

Then she motioned for me to stand up. "There is something wrong. Oh yes, you don't look like a girl so we should make all the effort to make you look as close as possible to your new gender. We don't want anybody to think you are a boy or even a man. You wouldn't want to embarrass us to be seen around a sissy."

She laughed out loud.

"Nobody would think you are a man anyway, even now. Look at you, you are pathetic. You'll be a much better maid than you ever have been a man or husband. You are a disgrace to mankind."

She then said to Andrea. "Honey, why don't you go to the kitchen, while I prepare Greta for her debut. Later she'll serve us the food when its ready."

With that she took me into the bathroom and quickly took off all my clothes. I had no fight left in me and I let her proceed. In just a little time all my hair was gone. Then she plucked my eyebrows, triple pierced my ears and took me back into her room. There she took a severe looking corset out of one suitcase, which she put on me and quickly laced it up tightly. Soon I felt the restriction while she said into my ear.

"Greta, one of this suitcases is all for you. Remember I am a seamstress and I have made all kinds of clothes for you. I asked Andrea for your size. Remember when she measured you a while ago, hmm, this was all for your own good. Oh, you are sooo lucky to have me."

I nodded my head in submission. "Yes Mommy Adriana."

Soon she had laced me into the corset very tightly so I had to take shallow breaths. Then she attached silk stockings to the garters. Afterwards she pulled both my arms behind my body and tied them together quickly. She put me into ankle chains so I was practically unable to move.

"Greta honey, I have a big surprise for you and I wanted you to be immobile and helpless."

She turned to her magic suitcase and took out something which I couldn't see. Only in the last moment she turned around and dropped to her knees right in front of me. I felt her pulling on my cockette and my balls. She pulled my cockette through something, my balls were tightly confined and then i heard an ominous click.

"There," she said. "Now you are safe and secure. As a girl you don't need your cockette anymore. Andrea will decide whether you'll ever use it again, besides it has also the advantage of forcing you to sit down when you pee. Welcome to the club Greta. I've just put you in a CB 2000. Oh I love it."

She was all smiles. Then she took off my chains and untied my wrists. I had a look at the chastity device and knew I was totally in her power. Then she put a bra on me and inserted 36b silicon falsies into the cups.

"I chose smaller ones because I don't want you to have bigger tits than Andrea. Well, who knows how big yours will get when you take hormones honey, because that's what you need. Real tits for a real girl."

Quickly she put me into a blouse and then a long skirt which she closed in the back. I quickly found out it was a hobble skirt. Then she led me to the bed where I sat and she put me into six inch high heels with little ankle locks.

"Oh Greta, you look already great. Let me put make up on you and you can meet your new Mistress Andrea." 

In no time I was made up. Then she put a long haired auburn wig on my head.

"This will do until your own hair grows out, which I expect to happen quickly because of all the hormones I am going to feed you. Hmm, soon you'll get your first beauty treatment. Hahaha!"

She then led me with my legs wobbling to the kitchen. Andrea was just putting the plates on the table when she saw us. Her reaction was priceless. Her jaw dropped and the plate too. She held her hands in front of her open mouth.

"Oh my god!"

Mommy Adriana smiled. "Honey, don't worry, you'll get used to it faster than you think. She'll be a perfect maid for you in no time."

My first duty was of course to clean the broken plate from the ground. Very careful not to stumble with the high heels I served them their food. Before dinner was over I had already been taught by Mommy Adriana how to curtsy. I cleared the table and put the dishes away in the dishwasher. Then we went to the living room. There she opened a bag with a present for me and Andrea. We both thanked her respectfully. She motioned for me to open it up. I didn't know what it was but it consisted of one big dildo on one side and another shorter, but also quite thick one on the other.

"I am going to explain how to use that Greta. Lie down on the floor."

Dutifully I lay down and then she lifted my head and put some straps around it.

"Now open your mouth Greta."

With this she pushed the shorter dildo, maybe four inches long into my mouth. Now the bigger dildo protruded about 8 inches from my mouth.

"Stay on the floor Greta. Don't move."

She sat down next to Andrea.

"Honey, open your present."

Andrea did just that. She turned red with embarrassment when she discovered a huge, 10" long strap-on dildo.

"Honey, trust me. This has to be done. Then you own her for ever. If you think it's too severe, just ride her face and I'll pop her girlieboy cunt, but I let you choose honey."

Andrea looked at her with a flushed face.

"Mom, I prefer to ride her face if you don't mind."

Mommy Adriana shook her head, smiling all the time.

"Honey, no, I don't mind: On the contrary I know I am going to enjoy this tight girlieboy cunt." Then she led Andrea to me. I saw her taking off her panties from under her skirt and quickly lowering herself. Mommy Adriana held her back.

"Andrea dear, let me put some lube, or are you wet? Does it excite you, honey, knowing you totally control her now, hmmm?"

As if she wanted to be sure her daughter was wet she quickly reached between Andreas legs and pulled her close. She dipped her fingers into Andreas luscious pussy.

"Oh yes, you are dripping honey. You'll enjoy your ride very much. I promise."

Then she rubbed Andrea several times and in no time my wife came with a loud moan.

"Now you are ready sweety."

Andrea sat down onto my face and I felt her weight on my head. The dildo pressed deep into me and I involuntarily started to suck on it hoping to get more air. Andrea quickly got into a rhythm and rode me like a madwoman. Meanwhile Mommy Adriana lifted my legs over her shoulder. I felt the cold lube being applied to my boy cunt and quickly two of her fingers entered me. I was just trying to survive under Andrea so I simply tried to block my thoughts from what was happening down there. She had it all planned. With all the action on my face, Andrea juices were almost drowning me. I think she had cum twice again already and she still kept going.

Mommy Adriana withdrew her fingers and I felt the bulbous head of her huge cock. I knew what was coming and I knew too I had no chance to prevent it. In fact, if Mommy Adriana could have seen my face she would have recognized I was looking forward to be penetrated and I tried with all my might to relax when the giant head pressed against my sphincter. With surprising little resistance she entered me and started immediately to fuck me hard. In that moment they both turned me into their mere fucktoy and I was loving it.



Mommy Adriana and the Video Booth



Dear Readers, I never imagined to get so far but funnily the more I write the more ideas I get. I hope you still enjoy the ride. 

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I closed my eyes. Not wanting to see people staring at the bound and gagged bundle which I had no doubt they were, especially when we stopped at red lights. In fact I didn't see where we were going. The only thing I knew was, the nearest Mall wasn't far away, just a few minutes drive. My two tormentors were sitting in the front, chatting among each other while I was lost in thoughts.

Had I finally found my destiny? Sitting here in the back, securely fastened and tied, even gagged I reveled in the feeling of helplessness. How many times did I give hints to Andrea I loved bondage and if she wasn't interested in dominating me?

She never seemed to pay attention. Now it looked to me as if she just had been waiting for the right moment. Did she plan all this with Mommy Adriana? 

Judging her character she was able to do just that. She never made quick decisions, on the contrary she always thought things over and over before finally deciding. She was a head person while my decisions were more spontaneous.

Suddenly we came to a halt. I opened my eyes slightly and was surprised not to see us parking in front of a mall but being in the red light district. I really got frightened. Why did they change their minds and what did they want here in the red light district?

They got out from the car. Mistress Andrea opened the door, unbuckled me and pulled at the leash, giving me no chance to stay inside. I didn't resist because I knew any attempts to avoid the upcoming events would be futile. Both women walked ahead of me, Mistress Andrea tugging at my leash and me teetering behind them.

There were quite a few people in the street, stopping in their tracks when they saw our unusual trio. Some were pointing at me, I heard them laugh. "Go Ladies, go", one tall man was shouting. "Show the sissy his place."

I could have died on the spot and was happy when we walked into the safety of a sex store, or so I thought. As soon as we entered, the door opened again. The same man who had been shouting in the street had followed us and said: "Probably I can be of help to the Ladies putting this sissy in his spot."

Mommy Adriana and Mistress seemingly ignored him and walked straight to the counter and asked the owner to fit me with a buttplug. "She needs that special wiggle in her walk", said Mommy Adriana. The owner and the man behind me laughed attracting the other customers browsing through the racks.

"Hahaha, this sissy could achieve the same results with a good fuck." I simply bowed my head in embarrassment, but Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea nodded at each other. "Very good option", said Mommy Adriana which caused another round of laughter. Would my humiliation never end?

While the owner showed Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea some butt plugs, the tall man had stepped close behind me and whispered in my ear. "You sissy faggot, don't you dream about a big fat cock deeply buried in your boypussy?"

He started to caress my behind. I jumped in surprise, moaning loud behind my penisgag. Mistress Andrea tugged angrily at my leash. "Stand still Greta! We are just checking your newest toy honey." Then she saw the man standing directly behind me.

"Oh, you start already to attract men, do you? How will this be when you have become more feminine? I wonder how many men will stand in line? Just stand still and stop bothering while we try to decide which plug is best for you."

Tears trickled down my face but she never relented and kept scolding me. "We may buy also other things for you, so you stand there, be grateful for our concern of your needs and show a little bit patience, and the good looking man behind you a good time, maybe." She laughed at me.

"Really, I ought to be a little jealous that you find a man quicker than I do. Well, in any case we women still have to do some heavy shopping. So enjoy yourself meanwhile."

She simply turned around and left me to the mercy of the man whose hand I felt immediately on my behind once again. After Mistress Andrea had reprimanded me this awful man became bolder and his hand slipped into my panties.

I drew in my breath sharply, just to feel another angry tug from Mistress Andrea. "Greta! Last warning! Behave and be nice to the man, you are a girl now!" The man stood right behind me, kneading my buttcheeks.

I felt his hot breath at my ear. "You are mine. Your Mistress is busy so just relax and enjoy the trip. He pressed himself against me, I felt his huge bulge and I moaned into my gag. He took my cuffed hands and I felt his cock through his pants.

Then he lifted my hand towards his zipper, pressed together thumb and indexfinger, and pulled slowly down thus me unzipping him. His other hand pulled down his boxers and all of a sudden I was holding a hot, pulsing cock in my cuffed hands.

He squeezed my hand which in return cause me to squeeze his cock. Oh I wished the earth would open up and swallow me. Without wanting it I leaned into the man who was now blowing into my ear, licking it slightly. "Yes sissy. You want me to fuck you right here in front of everybody, don't you?"

He pulled down my panties and I stiffened when I felt him guding his big cock towards my boypussy. I couldn't believe what was unfolding here. Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea seemed oblivious to what was happening.

One toy after another was piled on the counter. The owner was happy to have good customers on such a quiet Sunday afternoon. The few other customers had either left or turned away as if nothing was happening and they had seen such events unfolding every day. I got in panic.

What could I do? He just couldn't rape me right here in public, or could he?. Oh no, I felt his rock hard cock right at my nether hole. With one hand holding my hips he pushed forward and breached through my sphincster. I moaned once again behind my gag, but neither Mommy Adriana nor Mistress Andrea were alarmed by this.

The man pushed further into me. "Yes, sissy", he whispered when I instinctiveley pushed back at him making it easier for him to slide in all the way. "That's what you need, isn't it?"

He kissed my neck, held now both hands at my hips and fucked me slowly, oh so slowly, agonisingly slow. He felt incredible. What a difference to the plastic and lifeless strap-on cocks of Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea.

With long strokes he fucked me and I simply couldn't help it, I squeezed my buttmuscles and he bit into my neck. "Oh yes sissy, that's good. You are a natural bitch, aren't you. Hmm, yes., you are a bitch in heat." He buried himself in me to the hilt.

Just in this moment Mistress Andrea turned around, looking into my eyes. She acted shocked."Oh my God, can't I turn around for one single second? You are a slut without any shame. Fucking here in public. Besides you are unfaithful to me. I can't believe what are you doing. Are you an animal?"

The man didn't miss a beat and continued fucking me. Even if I had wanted to stop the wonderful sensations in my asspussy, I was unable to stop him bound as I was, still in my handcuffs and my tight leather jacket zipped up.

She stepped towards me, and with one quick grip she squeezed my testicles hard. I moaned with pain into my gag. The man held me at my hips, there was no way to escape. She took out the gag.

"Tell me you love being fucked by this man, I know it you filthy bitch, you can't even stop fucking while I am talking to you. Oh look at you, I can see it in your glassy eyes, you love the ride. You are disgusting."

She let go of the leash and to the man she said: "Take her to the booth if you want but you pay the toys for her." The man nodded towards the owner. "I'll pick up the bill afterwards." The owner replied: "Go to booth 10. It hasn't been in use today. Besides it has a feature I'd like to show the Ladies here."

He pulled out and put my hands around his pulsing cock and we walked like that to the appointed booth where he quickly ushered me in and closed the door. He took the leash and looped it tightly around the handle of the door thus effectively immoblising me now bend over.

I started to plead to him. "Please Sir, please let me go. I am not like that. Please help me, my wife and her mother want to enslave me. Please help me to escape, pleeeease." He didn't answer me, but simply pulled down my panties and stuffed them unceremoniously into my mouth gagging me once again.

"Now Bitch, I bet that's exactly what you want to be. I rather help your wife in exchange for a good fuck into one hot and tight ass. Besides, I know you love me fucking you."

While saying this I felt his cock at my entrance rubbing up and down around my hole. I closed my eyes and pushed back. Oh, how I craved to have him fill me up again. I tried to push back but wasn't able to get his cock slide into my boycunt. "Hmmmmpfffffhhhhhhhh."

He laughed. "I didn't understand a word of what you said. Do you want me to fuck you?" I hung down my head, yes, I wanted it, but I couldn't tell it to him. I felt too ashamed of myself but oh I craved the feeling of his hard cock in my boycunt.

His hand moved to my mouth, pulling out the panties. "Say it bitch. No, scream it, so everybody can hear you want to be fucked good and hard."

I couldn't do that, but he, oh so devilishly, continued teasing my hole. How good it felt. I had goosebumps on my skin and I really wanted him. I really, really wanted him back inside. So I raised my head and screamed on top of my longues. "Please Sir, please Sir, please fuck me hard. Please, stop teasing me. I need to feel your big cock inside of me."

As soon as I had finished shouting he rammed his cock all the way in. "Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrghhhhhh", I screamed once again knowing that everybody in the sex store knew I was speared by his rod. He held me tight and fucked me with incredible speed.

I had become his fucktoy. In and out he rammed his huge cock. "Oh, oh, ooooooohhhh, yesssssss, oh my god, yes, youuu bitch. You are one good fuck, ohhhhh I am cumming. Yessssss." I felt him spewing his hot seed deep into my bowels painting my inner walls. 

If the leash wouldn't have been securley tied at the doorhandle I would have sank on my knees. I felt tired and exhausted. He pulled out of me, leaving my boycunt wide open. I felt so empty, so lonely all of a sudden.

I heard him step in front of me. "Bitch, do your duty." I saw his slimy cock in front of my face and instinctively opened my mouth. He pushed in and I started licking him clean. In my mind I thanked Mommy Adriana for her enemas. I was clean inside out. It was worth the humiliation earlier.

When I was done he stuffed his cock inside his pants, patted my head like a doog. "Good bitch, you are one great fuck. Hope we see us again." Then he opened the door and left me in the booth. Now being alone I broke completely and started to cry. The click clack of heels made me raise my head. Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea came to free me.

"That was quite a show sweety. We were able to watch it all on the video." Mistress Andrea waved a box in her hand. "The owner was so kind to give us a bonus for all the purchases we made and gave us this DVD where your slutty show is recorded. In return for his kindness all he wants is to sell copies of it here in his store. Of course we gave him the ok after he had agreed to split fifty fifty. Honey, who would have thought you turn so quickly into a porn star The title will be "Sissy begging for a fuck". 

With teary eyes I looked up at her. "Andrea, how can you do this to me?" She slapped my face hard. "How dare you? How can I do this to you? You, the fuck, are doing this to yourself. Who got fucked here? Me or you? I am not the one who fucked around. I am not the one who was unfaithfull."

Once again she slapped my face. "And never call me Andrea again. I am Mistress Andrea to you." My head was ringing and I cried outloud. "Please Mistress Andrea, don't hit me again. I'll be good. I promise, I'll be a good girl."

Mommy Adriana patted my head, as if taking pity with me. "Honey", she said to her daughter. "Don't be soo harsh to her. This is still new to her. Soon she'll get used to it. We still have to go to the mall. So let me see what I can do with your face Greta, it's all red and puffy. I think I have to redo your make up."

I looked at Mommy Adriana, thankfully, but what did she mean with "soon she'll get used to it"? She just took off the leash from the doorhandle. Then she gave me a tissue. "I don't have a tampon now, so this has to do the trick before all the cum oozes out of you." I half stuffed the tissue into my boycunt, then picked up my panties and pulled them back in places. I sat on a stool and Mommy Adriana started her work.

She wiped my tears and started to do a light and quick make up, oh how I wished she would add a wig too but this hope was short lived. When she was done, she picked up the penisgag and held it in front of my mouth. "I bet you need something to suck on." Dutifully I opened my mouth, she pushed it in and secured the straps behind my head. Then Mistres Andrea took the leash and dragged me out of the booth.

We walked through the store, where several customers clapped and wolfwhistled. The owner laughed at me and waved us good bye. "Thanks for the show." He waved a DVD at me. "I am copying it already because I received seven orders. Hope you come back again for Part II soon again." I blushed with shame and held my head bowed. Now I was happy to leave this place what I thought was a save haven when I entered it earlier

It was already dark but still early enough to hit the mall. There were quite a few people out in the red light district now. We turned heads. The two women walking ahead with several bags and the Sissy on the leash mincing behind. Thankfully we soon reached our car. Once there Mommy Adriana took off my cuffs. She knew they weren't necessary. I rubbed my almost numb arms and sat down.

I winced in pain because of my sore boycunt. Mommy Adriana quickly drove to the mall. When we parked in the lot Mistress Andrea turned around to me. "I am going to take out the gag now. During our shopping trip I only want you to speak when spoken to, otherwise I don't want to hear a word. Is this understood?" I simply nodded my head.

We got out of the car and Mistress Andrea took the leash, dragging me behind her. We went into the Mall and straight to the make up counter of a little store. A young woman came to greet us. She was in the beginning of her 20ies. "Hello my name is Silvia. May I help you?" I tried to hide behind Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea, but my Mistress pulled at the leash putting me right into the spotlight.

"Yes, I sure hope so. See, we do have a little problem," I heard Mistress Andrea say. "Do you do also permanent make up? My hubby Greta here is as you can see a sweet little sissy. She loves her make up but is soo lazy to always put it on. So I wanted to make life easier for her by having it done permanently." 

The girl looked at us, but didn't bat an eye as if she heard these kind of requests every half an hour. With a devilish smile around her lips. "Madam, I am delighted in helping to solve this little problem. I am sure we have fixed it in no time." With that she grabbed the leash, looked at Mistress Andrea and Mommy Adriana. "May I? I do have just the right place for our darling, but oh so lazy Greta to have her make up done." Mistress Andrea let go of the leash and Silvia took me to a corner table which was placed in such a way that all passing customers could see us.

I stopped in my tracks when I realised this but with an energetic pull on the leash she had me sit down and secured the leash at the seat I had to sit on. I felt like being at the dentist. Silvia turned to Mistress Andrea and Mommy Adriana. "How do you want the make up for him, err for her I mean?" Mommy Adriana smiled at the girl. "Don't you worry about this. Hahaha, yesterday this pathetic sissy still thought she was a man. It took him a day to realise she wasn't." 

Then Mistress Andrea chimed in. "Greta surely wants a nice make up with whom she can attract lots of men. Actually she seems to attract men anyway, even without make up." The three women laughed outloud while I sank as deep into my seat as possible.

Especially Silvia thought it to be hilarious. She had tears in her eyes when she finished laughing. "I am sorry, back to business. I'll do her face in a way that it looks good during the day and with a few strokes of a brush can be changed to a dramatic evening look." 

Mommy Adriana nodded her head. "Right honey, this is exactly what Greta is looking for. How long will it take?" Silvia told her it would be a couple of hours. "Very good", said Mistress Andrea. "Meanwhile we girls check out stores where we can go with Greta afterwards. If she gives you any trouble, feel free to tell us." 

Looking at me she continued:" But I am sure she will love the treatment. Welcome to beauty Greta." Then she airkissed me and whispered in my ear. "If you misbehave the paddle is waiting for you at home."

After the women had left, Silvia stood at my side. "Greta, don't worry your, umm, pretty head. How many men would wish they had such a caring woman who would give them a beauty treatment. Hahaha!" Once again she had to whipe her tears. "Oh my god, this is too funny. Somebody please pinch me, this must be a dream."

I got smaller and smaller in my seat. Several people stopped walking and looked through the window checking what this obviously sissified man was doing their in a make up store. Silvia started her magic and the crowd grew in front of my eyes. I simply closed my eyes and tried to forget the world around me, but Silvia started to chat with me.

"You can't really be a man? I mean who would allow his wife to do that to him. You must really love this, don't you?" When I didn't answer her immediately she stopped working. "Greta! If you want me to report problems to your Mistress feel free not to cooperate honey", her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I looked up frightened at her, tears in my eyes fearing the paddle at home. I tried to ignore the staring people outside and several inside who had been so curious as to walk into the store."I am sorry Miss Silvia", I sobbed. "I am sorry. Yes, I mean no, oh my god, I don't know, it all happened so quick." She smiled at me as if caring. "Just tell me little sissy, just let it all out. Mommy Silvia will listen to you." She patted my head. Why did they do that all the time with me? I wasn't a dog.

I shook my head, I was too embarrassed. She didn't give me a chance and simply reminded me again of me not being cooperative. So I finally gave in and poured out my story about how Mommy Adriana had started my transformation from a happy man into a whimpering sissy within two days. While listening Miss Silvia advanced on my face and gave little commands to turn my head or close my eyes. It prickled a little but otherwise it wasn't painful at all.

Finally Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea appeared in the store again, just after Miss Silvia had finished. I was still in the reclining seat ready to get up and face the world. The women walked up to the seat. "Wow!," they both gasped, looking at my face,

"You are good. It's perfect. Jet black brows and eyeliner, powder blue shadow, and crimson red lips. She's cute! Really cute. The sad part is, she won't have to constantly reapply her makeup throughout the day like I do. On the other hand, since it is permanent, she won't be removing it either."

Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea both hugged Miss Silvia. When I came down from the seat I heard laughter but also clapping hands. Several women were really impressed and kept asking about permanent makeup too. Then Mistress Andrea made me thank Miss Silvia. I dropped a dainty curtsy and thanked her in my best girl voice I could muster.




Mommy Adriana and the Video Booth



"Oh this is a new one", laughed Mistress Andrea and Mommy Adriana. "The video booth adventure must have had a certain effect on her. Hahahaha!" When I wanted to pay Miss Silvia with my credit she simply declined. "This is on the house sissy Greta. You brought me soo many new customers I am booked for weeks in advance now."

Then she turned to Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea. "Girls have fun with your sweet, little toy. If you need any help, please feel free to phone me." She handed her card to Mistress Andrea. They embraced and kissed, but when Andrea wanted to kiss Silvias cheek she quickly turned and found herself kissing Silvias mouth. The younger woman held my wife for a second and then I saw Andrea kissing back.

I was stunned to see them kissing right here in front of everybody but Silvia wasn't done yet. She obviously pushed her tongue into Andreas mouth and held her close while massaging my wifes shapely bottom. Finally they stopped kissing and looked at each other. "Oh, I don't know what happened with me", said redfaced Silvia. 

"It, I mean the situation was so erotic you dominating your hubby so easily. I was soo turned on. I just wanted to show you how I felt for you. Hmmm, the kiss was lovely."

Mistress Andrea held her hand, looked at Silvia and put her arms around the shop owners neck. Once again they started to kiss heavily, obviously forgetting the world around them. Finally Mistress Andrea let go and leave a breathless Miss Silvia.

"I am sure we meet soon again. I give you a ring. Now we need to go. Greta needs a nice wig before we go home. Bye honey." They embraced and kissed once again. Andrea turned to me, opened her purse, took out the leash, clipped it to my collar which I still wore and pulled me out of the store.

Later we arrived at a wig store. An older Lady was behind the counter and Mommy Adriana talked to her while Mistress Andrea and I watched the array of wigs on display. "Now sissy, which wig would you like so you can finally look like the girl you have always dreamed about", asked Mistress Andrea.

I looked at her, bowed my head and whispered. "You know exactly I never wanted to be a girl." She put a finger under my chin, lifted my face up and said in a sarcastic voice: "Well, if you don't want to choose I let your Mommy choose. I am sure she will find something really sissy for you. What about some cute pigtails for our little girl?"

I blushed beetred. I wondered how many times blushing it took to become a naturally redfaced person. I managed to choose an auburn wig. The hair slightly curled reaching to my shoulder blades. The Lady advised me how to care for the real hair wig and it ripped a big hole in my pocket.

Mommy Adriana saw my face. "Greta, it'll be worth it. We intend to keep your hair short for further embarrassment, at least for now. You'll have to earn the right to grow your hair like the girl you so dearly want to be. So be appreciative of this wonderful wig." I bowed my head and breathed. "Yes Mommy Adriana." 



Mommy Adriana Convinces Andrea



My thanks go to Cherysse St. Claire, who was so nice and edited my story! Without her my story wouldn't be as good as it is now! Dear Readers I hope you enjoy the ride!

When they finally ended their embrace, I minced towards my wife and Mommy Adriana, head bowed, avoiding their eyes. I held out the tray and waited for Andrea to take her breakfast. 

"Greta, you brainless bimbo!" Mommy Adriana exclaimed. "Is Andrea supposed to eat her breakfast holding the plate in her lap? Put the tray down on the nightstand, get the folding table from the kitchen, then come back. After you've set it all up, walk to the corner, face the wall, hold up your skirt and recite fifty times: "I am a dumb bimbo maid and need Mommy Adriana to train me well." 

I felt deeply humiliated and blushed beet red. Despite my embarrassment, I didn't forget my earlier training and curtsied smartly. 

"Yes, Mommy Adriana." 

As I sashayed into the kitchen to get the table, Mommy Adriana and Andrea broke into laughter. 

"Oh Mom, look at that pathetic sissy. I once thought I had married a man. You reduce her to a simpering, mincing maid in less than forty-eight hours. She simply has no spine. What are we going to do with her after the weekend is over? I mean, she has to work tomorrow." 

After I returned, I set up the table, put the tray on top and went to the corner, where I held up my skirt and began to recite my latest mantra as Mommy Adriana had instructed. My two tormentors chatted on about me as though I wasn't even there.

"Honey, don't worry your pretty head," Mommy Adriana responded. "You have two choices here. You can send her to work in skirts and she has her big coming out, or you keep her here with me. How much does she earn? I mean, she doesn't have a career like you. Her little paycheck was just good enough to buy that extra soap or body milk for you, right? I think you should have her resign first thing tomorrow morning so I can train her full-time. You take care of your career, go out, and meet some gorgeous hunk who can finally give you the fabulous sex life you deserve. In fact, I just had a great idea."

When I had finally completed my task, I asked Mommy Adriana what I was supposed to do next. 

"Greta, remain standing in the corner and think about how you can best serve Andrea," she replied. "You have a choice: tomorrow morning, you either go to work dressed as a female or quit and promise to become the best maid Andrea and her lover-to-be could ever ask for. You will give us your decision after Andrea finishes her breakfast. Oh, by the way; if you choose to go to work, you will do so without a wig. Otherwise, your co-workers might not recognize you, and that just… wouldn't… do."

Still standing in the corner, I knew I was in a dilemma. If I went to work as instructed, I would be the laughing stock of the whole company. I would probably be reduced to the status of Coffee Girl in no time. If I chose to become a maid, I would have to endure a severe training by Mommy Adriana and have to serve not only Andrea, but the lover she was supposedly taking. I knew I couldn't leave Andrea. I simply loved her too much. Besides, where would I go? My low-paying job might be enough to rent a studio apartment - just. No more South Sea vacations. No more expensive weekends in Paris or London.

While I considered my options, my mother addressed my wife once again. 

"Honey, with this change in your relationship, you are her Mistress now, not her wife. You will have to adopt a whole new frame of mind, Sweetheart. You don't ask things anymore; you demand. You have to establish your power over her. The best way to do that is by doing what I did to her last night. She completely accepts me as her personal trainer now. In fact, you have to do two things…."

I listened intently, trying to hear her words, but Mommy Adriana's voice had turned to a whisper. 

"Oh Mom," Andrea replied, "I don't know if I can do that." 

"Honey, you must!" Mommy Adriana urged. "If you do, the path to a fulfilling life is open to you, My Dear. Think of it; you can do whatever you want and you will always have her at your beck and call."

I heard Andrea push the table away. 

"Greta," she announced. "I wait for your answer. What will it be? All decked out at work, or resignation and becoming my favorite maid?"

I slowly turned around. I knew I had to answer. I also knew I couldn't face my co-workers in a dress or miniskirt and heels. 

"I will become your maid, Mistress Andrea," I whispered.

She stared into my face. 

"I didn't hear you," she demanded. "What did you say?"

I stuttered and hung my head. I felt like I was in a scene in a bad movie. This couldn't be happening to me! What had I done to deserve this?

Her icy voice cut into my thoughts. 

"What is it? Speak up, Greta!" 

Slowly, I raised my head. I was surprised by my boldness. 

"No, I can't do either one," I announced. "I am your husband. Please, you can't do that to me." 

Andrea kind of started to smile as if to say: Finally he stands up! But then I saw how Mommy Adriana looked at me. She rose in slow motion, her face red with anger. I felt a cold chill running down my spine. 

"If you know what is good for you, Girl," she growled, "you will walk over to Andrea and assume the position you know you need to take. Otherwise, I will take things in my own hands - or should I say, paddle?"

I held my breath. I didn't want to feel that awful paddle again and I knew I wasn't a match for Mommy Adriana. Oh, how I wished she would go home and I could establish normal order in our house again! But such was not to be. Time stood still. Somehow, I felt the room moving. I saw Andrea coming closer to me. No, it was me who was slowly mincing towards her. She was sitting there on the bed, looking up at me almost in pity, knowing it was the last battle I would ever fight. I got lost in her gaze and then dropped to my knees and positioned myself over her lap. Nothing happened for a while; just silence. Then I broke the spell. 

"Please Mistress Andrea, I apologize profusely. Please let me be your maid. I promise to be the best maid you could ever want. Please punish me for my bad behavior." 

I started to sob and cry. 

"There you go, Girl", Mommy Adriana crowed. "That's much better. I have just the thing for Andrea to reinforce your new status as her maid."

She turned to Andrea.

"Here Honey; take my beloved paddle. I don't think I need it anymore, but I believe you should use it whenever you think she needs it."

Just hearing the word "paddle" intensified my sobs. Then I felt the first hit. It wasn't so much the pain. Knowing it was Andrea who held the paddle, hitting me with it, reduced me to an emotional wreck. I started to cry uncontrollably. All my thoughts of rebellion left at that instant. I knew I would do what I was told to do from that moment on. I wanted Mistress Andrea to be proud of her new maid - of me. I hardly felt the rest of my punishment. I simply cried and cried. 

I must have passed out. When I came to my senses, I was lying on the floor. I heard Mistress Andrea and Mommy Adriana talking in the living room. I straightened my dress, picked up the tray and minced slowly towards the kitchen. Of course, both women heard the feminine click-click-click of my heels.

When I entered the kitchen, I almost dropped the tray. While unconscious on the floor, Mommy Adriana had put a nail into the kitchen wall and hung the evil paddle on it. While staring at it in fear, I heard Andrea's voice. 

"This, Greta, shall be a constant reminder of who is wearing the pants from now on. Do you understand?" 

I slowly turned around, looked at her and curtsied in submission. 

"Yes Mistress, I do understand."

Both women smiled, I curtsied again and walked to the kitchen sink and placed Andrea's breakfast dishes in it. Just as I had done this, I felt a hand under my skirt. It was Andrea, stroking my bottom through my frilly panties. Then she held her closed hand in front of my face, palm up, and slowly opened it. When I saw the two pills, I knew what I had to do. I took the proffered medication from her hand and swallowed them with a drink of water. 

"Good girl," Mommy Adriana pronounced. "Now you are on the right path to becoming a girl. Haven't you always dreamed of becoming one?" 

The question was rhetoric; she already knew the answer. 

Andrea resumed kneading my butt cheeks. Mommy Adriana stood at my side watching my reactions. I slowly started to moan when Mommy Adriana started to roughly tweak my nipples. In no time, they were rock-hard little nubs. I moaned even louder. My mother drew closer while Mistress Andrea kept caressing my behind. Then Mommy Adriana began kissing me. She pushed her tongue deeply into my mouth. Andrea pulled down my panties, caressing my now bare bottom, kneading my cheeks. I let them have their way with me, enjoying their caresses. Mommy Adriana continued to probe my mouth with her insistent tongue. Like a robot, I started to suck it. 

Due to our heavy breathing, I didn't hear the zipper of Andrea's slacks being lowered. I became alarmed when I felt something cold and slippery at my sissycunt. Mommy Adriana held me in a bear hug and my struggle was ineffectual. I had mentally surrendered before and now my body followed suit. My cries were muffled by Mommy Adriana's wrestling tongue when Andrea pushed the ten-inch dildo home to mark her new territory. 

"Oh yes, Greta," Andrea gasped. "What a tight pussy you have. Oh my God, I never imagined how good this could be. Why didn't I do this sooner? Oh yes, oh my God, I'm cumming already!" 

Soon, Andrea recovered from her first orgasm and quickly settled into a steady rhythm, frequently interrupted by orgasms racking her body. Meanwhile, Mommy Adriana slowly pushed me to my knees with Andrea still deeply buried in my sissycunt. Mommy lifted my head. I saw her adjusting the straps to yet another huge strap-on. 

"Greta," she crowed triumphantly, "I brought two identical cocks - just in case. I'm glad I did." 

That said, she unceremoniously pushed the dildo into my mouth. I just held on for dear life. Mommy Adriana pushed deeper and deeper into my mouth while Mistress Andrea did the same from behind into my newfound pussy. Both women worked themselves into a frenzy. Mommy Adriana seemed happiest when my nose finally touched her belly. They came at almost the same time and screamed with pleasure. 

Mommy Adriana stepped back with wobbling legs. She held on to the kitchen table and slowly eased herself into a chair, breathing heavily. My new Mistress Andrea just slumped over my back, forcing me down onto all fours. Her rock-hard cock was still buried deeply inside me. She lay there some time. Then I felt her kisses on my back and neck.

"I simply loved it," she whispered in my ear. "You are one hot bitch. I never imagined it could be this good. Say what you need to say to Mom and I will fuck you again, right in front of her. You know, you want to. I felt your ass muscles clenching on my cock. You crave to be fucked hard. Just give in to your feelings and say it."

I was momentarily stunned. How was she able to sense my deepest, unspoken desires? How could she have read my mind, that I desperately needed to be taken from both ends at the same time by her and Mommy? How could she have seen I craved her dominating me?

Mistress Andrea held me by the hips, her fake cock still buried deeply inside. Then, she began to withdraw that phallus agonizingly slowly. I wrestled with myself to voice my darkest secrets. She was almost out. Only my sphincter clenched her cock, preventing her from slipping out altogether, when I finally made up my mind. 

"Dearest Mommy Adriana, thank you so much for showing Mistress Andrea the joys of using a huge cock in me. I really love to be taken by the two of you. I deeply desire to be used by you and Mistress Andrea at any time you wish. Thank you, Mommy Adriana. Thank you, Mistress Andrea. I know I am just a little sissy bitch and need to be at your mercy."

When I reached the end of my little speech, Mistress Andrea pushed her huge cock back where it belonged; deep into my pussy. Mommy Adriana smiled at me. 

"I always knew it, Greta honey. That is why I was so insistent. I have always known you were a sissy - oops, a sissy slut. I should have dressed you at your wedding, but didn't want to have a fuss with your sweet Mommy. Unfortunately, she has let you believe you were a man. She is just too sweet and doesn't want to see the truth. Well, we will change her mind soon, when we go and visit her in the hospital. It'll be such a surprise for her to see she now has two daughters; her daughter, Andrea, and her own sweet daughter, Greta. I'll bet she will recover quickly. If she doesn't, at least she can rest in peace knowing she finally has the daughter she always dreamed of, like she told me at the wedding. Isn't it ironic I made her dream come true, Greta?"

Before I could answer, I felt Mistress Andrea pull back, until only the tip of her cock was in me. Holding my hips firmly, she thrust with all her might deep into me, filling me to the hilt. With glassy eyes, I cried out and heard the roaring laughter of Mommy Adriana. 

"Oh yes, Andrea; fuck her good, fuck her for all she is worth, the little slut."

Andrea did exactly that, ramming her huge cock into me, her flesh slapping against mine repeatedly. 

"Oh, Mistress Andrea," I cried out. "I am yours. I am all yours, your little bitch. Fuck me hard, fuck me hard, harder, harder." Andrea tensed up one last time, screaming as she had never done before. Her orgasm almost made her pass out. She slumped backwards on the kitchen floor, gasping for air, leaving my pussy wide open. Mommy Adriana stepped around and looked at my violated bottom. 

"This is fabulous," she exclaimed. "See how her pussy is now a gaping hole? Look how slowly it is closing. Now she is ready for the real thing. Hahahaha!"

Then she grabbed my genitals, tightly encased in the chastity. I winced in pain. 

"You know you will never have this pathetic thing in Andrea's pussy again. It is no place for a sissy like you. From now on, her pussy will only belong to a real man with a real cock." 

With that, she squeezed hard until I cried.

We each showered. Afterwards, Mommy Adriana summoned me into her room.

"Greta, I have laid out your clothes for you. We'll go to the mall and see what we can do to make you more feminine-looking. I don't know exactly what we will do yet, but Andrea and I will decide once we are there." 

I viewed the day's outfit with wonder – and dread: a lacy white corset, white stockings, frilly pink panties, black four-inch high heels, a black mini skirt and a pink top with the legend "I love being a Sissy girl". To one side lay a pink leather Jacket which read: "Andrea's Sissy" across the back. 

I stared at the clothes in a state of shock. Then I gazed beseechingly at Mommy Adriana. A single word left my lips. 

"Please." 

Her smile was saccharin-sweet; her voice was cold as steel. 

"Just think of the paddle, Honey." 

My shoulders slumped in defeat. I knew I would soon be leaving the house, wearing only the clothes she had chosen for me. Mommy Adriana motioned to me to come to her. She quickly dressed me in my new clothes, but did not make up my face. Nor did she fit the wig to my head. She simply ushered me out of the room. Andrea was already downstairs, waiting for us.

"Please Mistress Andrea," I pleaded, "can't I at least put on the wig and some make up? This outfit looks ridiculous."

She shook her head.

"Sweetheart, the outfit doesn't look ridiculous; you do!" 

Mommy Adriana's roaring laughter rang in my ears. My face turned beet red with embarrassment. Mistress Andrea took my arm, leading me to my fate.

"You will survive this trip and be stronger for it - as a girl." 

We walked to the car. Mistress Andrea opened the door. Before I could enter, she instructed me to take off my leather jacket. Then, she turned me around, pulled my hands behind my back and quickly handcuffed me. My Mistress then replaced the jacket around my shoulders and zipped it up, effectively pinning my arms to my back. She pushed me down onto the car seat and buckled me up. 

"Open your mouth, Greta", she commanded. 

I looked at her pleadingly, but knew better than to object. I simply opened my mouth. She pushed a penis gag inside and buckled the straps tightly behind my head. 

"There we go Mom; all set for our little excursion."

Mistress Andrea reached to close the door, but Mommy Adriana stopped her. 

"Oh no, Honey, we aren't quite ready yet. At least, this little bitch isn't ready."

Out of her shoulder bag she produced a wide, studded black leather collar. A silver tag was riveted in front, on which were engraved the words "Sissy Bitch". Handcuffed and gagged as I was, I could do nothing about this newest humiliation. Mommy Adriana let Mistress Andrea do the honors of buckling it around my neck. Then Mommy handed Mistress a pink leash which she clipped to the collar. Both women slipped into the front seats and Mommy Adriana drove off to the mall.



Mommy Adriana, I Will Obey You



Dear Readers, since I am open to suggestions from now on I will start my stories with a recap of what has happened before.

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Finally we were on our way home. Interestingly neither Mommy Adriana nor Mistress Andrea had cuffed or gagged me. So I just sat in the back of our car. During the short drive I had some time to think about what had happened in the past two days since my wife, err Mistress Andrea, and I had picked up my mother, now Mommy Adriana, at the airport.

First of all Mommy Adriana had quickly made it clear to me that she didn't think I was an adequate partner for my wife, to put it mildly. She had degraded me through physical punishment to the status of a girl. I had learned to serve her and my wife sexually and otherwise. My wife Andrea became in the process, first my reluctant, but then actively participating Mistress who obviously enjoyed her new found powers over me. 

On day two they dragged me out into public where I lost my virginity to a man in the video booth of a sex store and finally I had received to the great amusement of many onlookers a permanent makeup in a busy mall.

I woke up from my thoughts when we turned into the driveway. Mommy Adriana told me to bring up the packages into our bedroom. The women walked into the livingroom. While I was putting the bags away not even daring to look what was in them I heard Mistress Andrea call. "Greta, hurry up, fix us a drink and then prepare dinner." As quickly as I could in my high heels I went to the living room and curtsied in front of both women. "Yes Mistress."

They both looked at me and acted surprised. "Why do you try speak in a bad version of a male voice again. Over there at the make up store with Silvia you acted naturally as the girl you are. Now you want to get macho with us again?" 

I blushed but before I could utter a word Mistress Andrea continued. "From now on we only want to hear that sweet girly voice of yours. Never again will you even try to use a mans voice. Is that clear Greta?" I nodded my head, dropped another curtsy and with great effort I tried my best girl voice once again. "Yes Mistress Andrea, yes Mommy Adriana "

"Very good Greta. See, just let the girl out and it comes naturally. Hahaha, like in the video booth were you screamed for cock. I think we should have a little replay of this slutty action after dinner. Now hurry, we are hungry." I curtsied once again and went to the kitchen where I quickly prepared a bowl of Caesar's salad. I took a baguette out of the freezer and put it in the oven with some garlic.

Meanwhile I set the table and when everything was ready the women sat and I served them. Only after they had finished I was allowed to eat. I quickly took the stuff away and let the dishwater do its magic. I heard already the voice of Mistress Andrea. "Come here Greta. It's showtime!" When I entered the living room I saw both women had taken off their pants and panties, both were wearing stay up stockings. Their pussies were exposed.

"Honey", spoke Andrea. "Sit down between my legs. While Mom and I watch the video you'll be taking care of our needs." They both opened their legs wide and I was looking at their glistening pussies. I dropped to my knees in front of Mistress Andrea while she switched on the dvd player. Immediately she pulled me to her pussy and I began to lap her pussylips dutifully.

From the television in my back I could hear myself, pleading with the man to let me go. Andrea gushed her juices all of a sudden into my face. "Swallow it you bitch", she shouted at me. Obviously she was very excited by the actions which were unfolding in the video booth. I looked up and saw Mommy Adriana freeing the breasts of Mistress Andrea with one hand, with the other hand she was furiously rubbing her own pussy.

I opened wide and swallowed as fast as I could but most of Mistresses juices wetted my face. She grabbed my hair and held me steady while she pushed her pelvis rapidly against me. "Oh, my God", she shouted. "I want to fuck you. Oh, I want to fuck your mouth and asspussy!" Once again she came with a loud scream. I saw Mommy Adriana sucking on Mistress Andreas exposed breast.

I lapped rapidly at her pussy while she frantically pushed her pelvis against my face. "Stop the dvd Mom. Stop it. Please", screamed Mistress Andrea. "Oh my god", I need to fuck Greta right now or I go crazy. Greta get on the table on all fours. Right now. Mom would you please get the strap on. Pleeease?" Mommy Adriana gave no answer but was already on her way while I climbed on the table.

What I saw when I looked at Mommy Adriana made my heart miss a beat. She had put her strap on too which was obscenely jutting up and down while she walked towards us. She held the other strap on for Mistress Andrea in her hand. Mommy gave it to my wife. "Where do you want to fuck her honey? Front or backdoor."

Smiling Mistress Andrea answered. "This time I take backdoor for sure. Hmmm, I loved it the last time and I bet with each time it's getting better." Just now she was looking closer at the strap on Mommy had handed her. "This, this, is a double ended dildo Mom?" With an evil smile Mommy answered. "Honey, well, actually I wanted to give it to you only tomorrow for your birthday but its close enough so happy birthday honey and enjoy your present."

They embraced for a moment, kissing heavily on the lips before Andrea answered. "Mom, I will enjoy it for sure. Don't know whether Greta will love this present . It is huge. What? It must be more than 10 inches long and at least 2 to 3 inches in diameter. Oh my god Mom, I mean I don't want to damage her." Mommy Adriana calmed her. "Don't worry honey. I know it is huge but Greta has in the last couple of days taken a few cocks, plastic and real ones, so she is already quite stretched. Just take her the way you like it most. Happy birthday."

With that Mistress Andrea pushed the shorter end into her wet pussy and positioned herself behind me. She put a copious amount of lube on her huge phallus, then pulled down my panties and put more lube around and into my boycunt. Meanwhile Mommy Adriana came around and stood right in front of me. It seemed they had timed it because practically at the same moment they said: "Tell us Greta, tell us what you want. No, beg for it!"

Mommy Adriana made a step forward and rubbed her big strap on over my permanently painted glossy lips. "Mmmmhhh, I ought to make you put on lipstick. It looks so fabulous on my cock Greta." Mistress Andrea at the same time reminded me of the man from the afternoon. She rubbed all around my hole and left the dildo right at the entrance slowly moving up and down. Teasing me, driving me mad with desire.

As if helping me speeding up my decision Mommy Adriana pushed her rubber cock between my lips and held it there for a couple of seconds slightly rocking forth and back. Very slowly she withdrew it again just leaving the tip between my lips. I looked up at her with puppy eyes. She smiled down at me with an air of superiority as if knowing I couldn't resist neither cock. I closed my eyes for a second, a tear rolled down my cheek and I felt her hand patting my head. "It's ok Greta, it's ok. That's your destination, don't fight it anymore. Just tell us girl, just tell us what a slut you are and how much you love it."

Still with the tip of Mommy Adrianas cock between my lips I tried the best I could to voice my desire to be used by both of them. "Please Mistresses, please make this slut feel complete. Take me at both ends. Fuck me good and hard. Please Mistresses, I beg you. I want to, oh my god, I need to feel your hard cocks in my boypussy."

I heard Mistress Andrea say: "You shall have your wish Greta. Think of yourself only as a girl, because after having seen you in the booth today there is no doubt anymore that you are a cockhungry girl." I saw Mommy Adriana nodding, she was still calling the shots it seemed, and they both pushed simultanuously filling me up at both ends.

I had to fight off my gag reflex, concentrate and to relax but managed to let Mommy Adriana push into my throat until I felt her pubic hair tickling my nose. "Oh, good Greta, you are a natural cocksucker. Soon we'll change this dildo for the real thing. Hmmm, we should have done it already this afternoon, asking one of the other customers to join forces with your lover in the booth. But that'll be for another time."

Mistress Andrea had buried her double ended dildo also deeply inside of me when I saw Mommy Adriana pull out a small remote control out of her pocket. "Honey, this is another little surprise for your birthday. It'll add even more spice to your fucking Greta. Have fun." She pushed a button and all of a sudden I felt a low hum deep inside of me. Obviously Mistress Andrea felt the same.

"Ohhhhh Mom", she moaned. Mommy Adriana pushed another button and the hum intensified. "Ohhhhhh", we moaned unisono. "Ohhhhhh Mom, this is, this is, ooooooooooohhhh soooo good." Mistress Andrea shuddered violently. Her first orgasm raced through her body. She didn't even fuck me, she just held her huge cock deeply lodged inside of me and let the feelings wash over her.

Mommy Adriana pulled out of me, but quickly pushed a penisgag inside of my mouth perfectly gagging me. She walked around me and stepped behind her daughter who was lost in bliss. "Since your pussy is occupied I think your asspussy should be filled up too honey, don't you think so?" Mistress Andrea was still trying to come down from her orgasm when she felt her mother poking at her asspussy.

"Oh no Mom, please no. Don't do that. It's too big. It was painful when I let Greta do it once or twice with her tiny clitty. No please, this is really too big." Mommy Adriana started to massage the nipples of her daughter, driving her crazy, then increased once again the intensity of the vibrator, rocking both of us. My cock tried in vain to get hard and it was very painful for me but drowned by the wonderful feelings which happened deep inside of me.

Mistress was just all bliss. I felt another orgasm aproaching when all of a sudden Mommy Adriana pushed another button and the vibrator went dead. "Oooooooohhhhhhh Mom, ooooooohhh please, don't stop it, please, please, please." Mommy Adriana laughed. "You know what you have to do honey. Just say it and I turn the vibrator on full power sweety." Mistress Andrea violently shook her head. "Please, don't make me say it. Please no." For a moment it was silent. Nobody said a word but then I heard her whispering. "Please Mom, turn it on again. You can take me with your cock, but please turn it on again. Would you please Mom?" 

I didn't hear but felt the answer because when Mommy Adriana pushed her strapon into Mistress Andrea, her cock automatically pushed deeper into me. Then I felt the vibrator again, stronger than ever before, ripping through our bodies. "Aaaargh, Mom. Oh my god. That feels sooo good. Oh my god, may it never end." Once again her body shook violently and she came big time. "Aaaaahhhh, I am cuuuummmming. Aaaaaahhhhh." Then Mommy Adriana started pounding into her. Her abundant hips slapped against the flesh of her daughter making Mistress Andrea pound into me, slapping hard against my bottom with increasing speed and strength

We all started to grunt, shout and moan. "Yes, honey, what a tight asspussy you have. Oh my god, you are mine, you belong to me honey. I am your Mistress, I am Greta's Mistress. Oh, yes, yes, yes, you'll obey my every whim from now on. I'll mark you as my territory honey." With amazing speed she buried herself on each push deeply inside of Mistress Andrea who simply screamed, screamed and screamed in bliss, she must have had an out of body experience.

Sweat dripped from my cheeks down on the floor. I looked up with glassy eyes, watching on dvd where the man fucked my boycunt hard inside of the booth. Now I felt like a ragdoll, used for the pleasure of these two strong women. The finale came with a great crescendo both of them screaming outloud with me grunting hard into my gag, frantically sucking on the shaft deeply lodged inside of my mouth. Despite locked up in chastity I came as hard as never before. My cum dribbled down from my chastity device and formed a puddle on the table.

Exhaustion washed over me, the vibrator had gone dead, I started to shiver. Mistress Andrea fell on my back, stroked my hair and unstrapped my gag, all the time whispering. "Yes Mistress Mom, yes Mistress Mom, what ever you want, yesssss Mistress Mom. Greta, we both belong to her. Just do what ever she tells you. Don't you ever dare not to obey her. It is my wish. I will obey her too. We must obey her, she is too strong for even both of us together. I still love you, but I want you to be a girl now and Mommy Adriana knows what's best for both of us." I simply nodded my head. "I will obey you Mommy Adriana."

Then Mistress Andrea pulled slowly out of me, leaving me empty. Surprinsingly I didn't feel used but loved by both of them. Yes, it was surely another humiliation I underwent but with the reassuring of Mistress Andrea still loving me I felt happy for the first time in the last 48 hours. Right there and then I felt I should make a confession. "Yes Mistress Andrea, Mommy Adriana was right from the beginning. I have never told you before because I was too afraid of your reaction but each time you were gone I rummaged through your panty drawer. I have been trying on not only your underwear but virtually any piece of clothes you own." 

I hung my head expecting her tirade which never came. Instead Mistress Andrea hugged me. "Now the picture becomes clearer and clearer. I was already wondering why you were so adept walking around in high heels. At first I thought Mom is right, you are a natural but now I see you had all the practise you wanted. Oh you, I always teased you about being my little housewife and you just played it out in the privacy of our home. No more privacy for you Greta."

She put one finger under my chin, raised it and looked into my eyes. "Sweety, I am sure you'll become a good maid for me and my future lover." It hurt me to hear this from her mouth but I knew this was the only way for me without loosing her totally. As if she had read my thoughts she said. "I'll take good care of you. I love you very much but Mom is right, as a man you are simply inadequate. You see that, don't you?"

Tears trickled down my permanently made up face. Another wave of embarrassment washed over me. I always thought I was fairly good in bed. She had never complained about my size but I had to admit that after a few months into our marriage she went on top and stayed on top during all our lovemaking. She had been so polite and let me try my luck to cum with me on top. I pounded into her with all my might, glistening in sweat and working myself to exhaustion but never reaching the point of no return.

Then she looked at me as if saying, let me take care of that. We rolled over with me lodged inside of her hot pussy. Then she pushed one leg after another between my legs and thus slowly opened mine. We always adjusted our position after that and I ended up wrapping my legs around her wide hips. She often looked down between our legs when lifting her hips. Being connected as we were it gave the impression as if she had the cock and was pounding into my pussy.

We picked up on this scenario and she started to refer to me often as "my girl, you are my girl" or "I know you want to be my wife, hmmm, you want me to make you pregnant, don't you?"when being in this position. Then she rapidly pounded into me making me feel sooo helpless, often she would increase this feeling of helplessness by taking prisoner of my hands pinning me down on the bed effectively.

My orgasms were really incredible and I was bucking under her and screaming my pleasure to the world. Often she would afterwards slide over my chest up to my head where she'd sit over me saying "honey, lick me now, you had your pleasure. Now give me mine" Dutifully I'd lick her even knowing my cum was inside of her. Once in the beginning I wanted to refuse when she simply told me. "Honey, you are my wifey when I take you and make you happy. Now make me happy, it is just fair. When I go down on you I also drink your cum so what is the problem?"

That did the trick and I'd never complain again and I lapped at her sweet pussy whether it was cumfilled or not when ever she told me to. Back then it was just a game, just fooling around I thought. I simply felt happy the way things went. Did this mean she wasn't happy back then? Now she wanted me to admit my inadequacy in bed? My mind raced. Did she ever scream out of pure lust while having sex with me like she just had been doing almost constantly for the last hour or so? I had to admit, no. It all became totally clear to me. Why had I been so stupid as if to think I could have made her happy in bed? It must have been my macho pride, trying not to acknowledge what I really was: A Sissygirl begging to be filled herself by hard cock! Once again tears filled my eyes. Embarrassment washed over me and I shook my head. "I am sorry Mistress Andrea. I have not made you happy in bed. I have used you for my pleasure. I have used you in bed fullfilling my fantasy when closing my eyes, thinking of myself as being the woman in our relation. I am so sorry Mistress, please forgive me. I promise to become the best maid and serve you and who ever is at your side."

Mistress Andrea hugged me while I continued crying. "It is all ok, don't you worry sweet girl. Now you will live your dream Your Mommy Adriana will see to that." I felt Mommy Adriana also hugging me. "Greta, we both saw your potential. Andrea has discussed it with me many times and I came to the conclusion that you were a closet girl and only drastic measures could make both of you happy."

She held me close. "Greta, Andrea needs a real man not a caricature like you are. Look what I have achieved within two days. Look at you! I mean if you hadn't wanted this I couldn't ever have forced you to. Sure I might be a little stronger than you but you could have chosen to walk out and leave, but you didn't. You wanted it but you needed somebody else to push you over this imaginary borderline. Now I bet you'll become one happy girl."

I hugged her tight. "Yes Mommy, yes, thank you for helping me. These first steps were very painfull and humiliating but I feel so much better now." She laughed at me. "I know we could have done it differently but hey you know girls wanna have fun too." Mommy Adriana took my and Mistress Andreas hand. "Come girls, lets take a shower before going to bed and you Greta have to wash us."

We started leaving when Mommy Adriana discovered the puddle on the table. "What is that Greta? Did you have some nasty discharge?" I blushed deeply and hung my head. "Yes, Mommy Andrea." She looked at me sternly. "You know what to do." Almost mechanically I nodded my head and dropped a curtsy. "Yes Mommy Adriana." Then I went over to the table and lapped it all up like the good girl I desperately wanted to be now.

In the bathroom we undressed and stepped all into our big shower stall. When we built the house Mistress Andrea and I had taken care of it, we both didn't like the feeling of being sardines in a tin. While the women put the water to their liking I simply got on my knees paying them the respect they deserved. Mommy Adriana handed me the washcloth and told me to start cleaning her.

I carefully lathered her up and came several times close to her pussy. I heard them both giggling and looked up. Mistress Andrea motioned to me to just get on with my business. I looked to Mommy Adriana. "Greta, get your talented girly tongue going." I didn't hesitate a split second but got to my desirable task immediately.

I heard them giggling again. "She takes to it like a duck to the water." My tongue had no resemblance with a duck when I snaked along the outer pussywalls of my Mommy Adriana. "Hmmmm, yes Greta, oh yes, that's good. Andrea honey, suck my nipples, suck them good." I felt her hands in my hair, stroking me, pushing and pulling me, driven by her insane lust. Oh, I had opened Pandoras box and she never be satisfied before she had completely transformed into a girl.




Mommy Adriana, I Will Obey You



Did I really want that? I didn't know. I always thought it most erotic to be a shemale, to have breasts and look like a woman but still have my cock hiding under my mini skirt. Yes, I'd rather be a shemale then a complete woman. I loved my cock too much but Mommy Adriana quickly brought me back to reality when pushing her pelvic hard into my face.

"Greta, stop dreaming. Get your tongue going." Without wanting it my thoughts had slowed down my tongue and diminished her pleasure. With renewed vigor I restarted my effort and was soon rewarded with her grabbing my hair and wildly bucking into my face. "Oh yesssss Sissy, yessss Greta. Your tongue is heavenly, yesssss, yessss, yessss, I am cumminggggg."

After we were done with the shower we put creams on our bodies and Mistress Andrea felt over my skin. "Greta sweety. I'll schedule you for a complete hair removal. Then you won't have to worry about shaving all the time. It'll get less when you take your special pills but it saves you time for serving us."

She held up the pills for me to swallow and I did so with a glass of water. Mommy Adriana handed me a short pink babydoll with matching panties and high heeled slippers. "You look delicious, but tomorrow we have to fit you for tits" she said and rubbed my chastity enforced girlish flat front. "Hmm, no more silly erections will destroy the perfect feminine picture." I cringed under her comment, only after two days being in chastity I wanted soo much to feel an erection, exactly what she said was silly.

How could I tell her I didn't want to be turned completely into a female but kind of stop halfway? That I dreamed of bedding Mistress Andrea both wearing our feminine, sexy nightgowns and me plunging deep into her. Would my dream come true? For now while taking my special pills I was on my way to fullfill one part of my dream, to live as a shemale. Any thoughts of SRS were way beyond my imagination.

Mommy Adriana took me out of my reverie."Girl, you seem to be daydreaming a lot lately. What is going on Greta?" I bowed my head not wanting to tell her about my dreams. "I am just overwhelmed by all the changes Mommy Adriana." She took me in her arms. "Don't you worry your pretty, little head about it. Mommy knows what's best for you."

"Now go and say good night to your Mistress and be quick." I minced to my wifes bedroom, knocked and entered. I greeted her with a curtsy, before approaching our, err, her bed. She was reading and looked at me. "Don't you look precious like this. It's soo cute. Mom really has chosen well." I curtsied again and thanked her. "I came to say good night Mistress and thank you for a wonderful day."

She motioned for me to come sit at her side. She stroked my hair and said. "I am glad you have come to accept the new you." She smiled. "I expected you not to give in soo quickly but obviously Mom was right about you from the beginning. I remember when we met and you came to our home. That night after you had left Mom said to me you were a perfect sissy, great wedding material to experience the good sides of life like having all the lovers I wanted and still a loyal maid or sissywife at my side.

We held each other in our arms. "It has taken me several years to realize Mom was right and I didn't really want to admit to me I had married a girl in fact, but Mom has convinced me to let take things their course. Now hurry, I am sure Mom is waiting for you." She kissed my cheek in girl style. I curtsied again and wished her a good night.

"What took you so long?" I heard Mommy Adriana when I entered her room. "I am sorry, but Mistress Andrea told me many things, so it took just a little longer." She looked at me angrily. "Don't get cheeky with me. When I say be quick you better be quick. You need discipline girl. To show you what I mean you'll position yourself now over my lap. Quick now." 

I stepped forward and slowly bend over Mommy Adriana who sat on her bed. She didn't help me but had me position myself exactly as she wanted. "Raise your babydoll and lower your panties girl." As if there was something to raise. I mean the babydoll was soo short, it hardly covered my panties at all but I did so anyway as ordered.

"Greta, we will make this a nightly habit you getting spanked in this fashion." I shook my head. "But Mommy Adriana, what have I done. I mean it was Mistress Andrea who did the talking." This made her really angry. "So you want to say that it's Andreas fault and not yours? How was she supposed to know you better come back quick? Did you tell her?"

Of course she had me there. "No", I said in defeat. "I didn't tell her you wanted me to be quick." I hung my head. "Girl, you have just earned yourself double the amount of swats I originally wanted to give you. You choose now how many you deserve." I started to beg. "Mommy Adriana, please don't be soo harsh with me. I think 10 will do to teach me the lesson you want to."

She laughed. "10? You dare to say 10? This isn't even worth the effort to hold you on my lap and not let you fall over. No honey, this cost you even more. Actually I want to give you 25. Then the double would have been 50 but I think I will be verrry nice to you and just add the 10 you wanted so we have a nice, round 60 swats. What do you think sissy?" I knew I wouldn't be able to change her mind, so I said. "What ever you want Mommy Adriana, I will obey." 

After she was done with my punishment, she rummaged in one of the shopping bags from the afternoon. She motioned me to go into the bathroom. She followed and told me to get on all fours and hold my bottom up. She stepped behind me and pulled down my panties. Then she handed me something cold and hard while she started to apply KY to my boycunt. "Go for it Greta."

I knelt on the bathroom floor and inserted the big buttplug into my rectum. The slightest movement caused the three steel balls inside the plug to hit each other. The vibrations moved through me like caresses. "Greta stand up and walk around, there cums a nice surprise for you sissy", Mommy Adriana ordered with a devilish smile. I walked back and forth feeling the vibes of pleasure build to the inevitable climax. And I came, the semen dribbled from my chastised cock into the sanitary pad I wore but the erection I wanted so much was still denied.



Mommy Adriana Makes Greta Become...



Dear Readers, it took me a while because reality caught up with me, but now the next chapter is ready. I simply hope you don't get bored and enjoy also the 6th installment of my little story.

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Finally I lay in bed. I heard Mommy Adriana was sound asleep while I tossed and turned. I simply couldn't sleep after today's events. I would never be the same man again. Tears trickled down my cheeks and I sobbed silently into my pillow. I knew if I let Mommy Adriana let her way, soon there wouldn't be a trace of man left in me. Was it really only two days since she had arrived? It seemed to me like half of a lifetime. She had changed everything, first of all my relation to my wife. No, she wasn't my wife anymore it seemed, now she demanded to be recognized as my Mistress.

I was wearing girl clothes, a chastity belt, I had already taken hormones, had lost my virginity in a sex shop and had endured a permanent make up session in front of a curious crowd. What else would I have to endure on my way to womanhood? The latest humiliation Mommy Adriana put me through was right before us going to bed. She made me wear a butt plug with steel balls inside, which vibrated inside me with each movement and caused me to cum without ever getting an erection due to my CB 2000.

The alarm woke me from a dreamless sleep. I didn't want to get up, but Mommy Adriana told me to get done with my business. This implied her walking with me to the bathroom. There she stood at the door watching me as I went to the toilet. I lifted my pink babydoll, pulled down my matching panties, sat down and peed like the girl I was rapidly becoming. "No more dirty seat covers when you sit down. This is certainly an advantage for you", said Mommy Adriana. "Before, with your silly attempts of peeing like a man, you always had to wipe the seat. Now it's clean." I looked at her and nodded. "Yes, Mommy Adriana, thank you for making me sit down." She smiled at me and seemed content with my answer.

I wiped myself and she had me undress. "Turn around and hold your hands on your back." I did as I was told and she quickly put handcuffs on my wrists. Then she took off the chastity device, and my cock sprang to life almost touching her face. This infraction was swiftly dealt with a hard slap on my penis. I almost doubled up from the pain and yelped out loud, but the slap had the desired effect, my cock quickly shriveled to almost nothing. "That's the right size for a girl, dear Greta. Your cockette should not be longer than any women's clit, honey." Then looking up at me she continued. "And I'll make sure that it won't."

She cleaned my cockette and put it back in its device. Then she pulled up my panties and stroked with her hands over my smooth front. "That's the best. You are on fast track into womanhood." With that she took the dreaded hormone pills out which I had to swallow right in front of her. "Isn't it wonderful Greta? Now you belong to the smarter part of the world population, which have female hormones flowing through their blood." 

Did she want to test me? I looked at her but couldn't detect any sarcasm in her eyes, so I quickly lowered my eyes again. "Yes, Mommy Adriana, thank you for helping me to become part of it." Surprisingly she took me into her arms. "Good girl. Just keep it up and it won't be hard for you at all. I bet soon you'll enjoy everything we do together. I think we are on our best way of becoming girlfriends." As if to prove I was already a girl she air kissed my cheeks. "Now lets hurry and have a shower together honey. It's always a delight to take a shower with another girl."

We stepped into the stall where she reinforced my knowledge of feminine hygiene. "You need to know this by heart. Once I am gone you'll have to take care of your Mistress and she'll rely on your skills as a good maid. Just before we finish you just may show me again how much you have learned so far with your tongue." She pulled my head to her body and I dutifully started to lick her bushy mound trying hard to pleasure her. "Oh yes Greta, you really have a talented tongue. We have to develop your skills further. Hmmm! That's heavenly sweety. Yesss, suck on my clit. Yesss, suck hard. Oh yesssss. Quicker, quicker, Greeeetaaaaaa. Oh yesssssss, I'm cummming." Mommy Adriana held me tight to her pussy "Ohhh Greta. Hmmm, I could go for a repeat performance of yours, but we need to hurry."

After I had assisted her in dressing she made me bend over the bed. "Stand still girl." She lubed me up and without further ado pushed a butt plug deep into my rectum. Mommy slapped my butt. "There we go, now you should have that certain wiggle in your walk which I like so much on you." Then she laid out my clothes for the day. "Honey, I had a dream last night and I think we should go through with it. So get dressed up in these clothes and then you go downstairs and prepare breakfast." I picked up the white lace corset and put it on. Mommy Adriana pulled the strings tight. "Hmm, I see already one inch less than two days ago. Honey you really make the step into the right direction. Soon you'll have a lovely figure."

I fastened white stockings to the straps hanging from the corset and pulled up white matching lace panties. "Before we continue I do have a little surprise for you. While you were all busy in the video booth with your lover, your Mistress and I took care of more important business. Your new breasts that is." 

From one of the many bags I had carried yesterday she took a beautiful pair of latex breast forms out and held them in front of me. "Oh honey, this will look lovely." She put glue on the forms, reopened the corset, marked my skin, applied glue where the breast forms should hold and pressed them on me for several minutes.

"Now get up honey. Try it out." I sat up and immediately felt the additional weight, even so they were only a B-Cup size. I moved my upper body to the left and right. "Oh my God, the breasts follow me," I cried out causing Mommy Adriana to laugh out loud. "Yes Greta, they are all yours. They follow you where ever you go, think of them as your best assets you have from now on, hahaha, since you don't have other assets anymore."

She quickly laced me back into the corset and felt me up from behind. She stroked my false nipples but it felt as if a lightning coursed through my body and I shook against her tight embrace. "Oh yes, it works. I didn't believe the sex-store guy but he has convinced me now." While handing me a white blouse she explained that there were tiny sensors integrated in those nipples which would cause exactly this kind of reaction I just had showed when they were touched. "Oh honey, you'll be sooo sensitive now when somebody touches you there." A short black leather skirt which ended at least three inches above my knees and black four inch heels completed my outfit.

When she motioned me to go downstairs I stopped in my tracks. "Mommy Adriana? I, err, I, please could I wear my wig, please? I feel kind of naked without it." She smiled at me. "Honey, yesterday I told you, you have to earn the right to wear a wig, to make you more resemble the woman you so much want to be. I can't remember a thing you have done today which makes you earn this reward." What about me licking you to an orgasm?, I thought, but didn't dare to mention. 

In the kitchen I prepared breakfast for all of us. This time I didn't bring up the food to Mistress Andrea but she came downstairs dressed in her favorite silken negligee. Mommy Adriana held her hand possessively around her hips. Just before sitting down Mistress Andrea looked at me. "Good morning Greta. Hmmm, I see you are dressed well. You just have this secretary look. I agree with Mom. After having finished breakfast, we all go to your workplace where you will resign in person."

I shook my head frantically. "No, no, no, please don't do that to me. I'll do anything you want, but please don't make me resign. Please have mercy with me. I can't go in there and resign dressed like a girl. Pleaaaase."

Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea waited patiently until my outburst was over. Obviously both thinking alike, they moved into the same direction raising both their arms. I quickly glanced into the direction they were pointing and saw: The dreaded wooden paddle! Instantly I dropped to my knees, knowing there was no way I could avoid resigning personally dressed like I was, but trying to prevent the worse: Getting punished and then doing the resignation.

I cried out loud. "Please nooooo! Nooooooo, not the paddle! I will resign like you told me Mistress Andrea. Please, please, please, not the paddle. I will resign, I will do it Mistress." They looked at each other for quite a while and then it was Mistress Andrea who finally spoke out. "Greta, yesterday you promised to be my maid and serve me. Now you didn't want to obey my order. I told you I still love you, but you also have to help me. You know I can't allow a rebellious maid. Imagine I am entertaining guests or even better, I will have a new man. What happens when you fail to wash his socks or underwear, fail to iron his shirt, what shall I do with you then? Oh honey, you know what I have to do, right?" 

I looked at them pleadingly, seconds seemed to turn into minutes or even hours. I stared into their faces hoping for a miracle to happen in order to avoid my punishment when the door bell rang. "Who can it be so early?", asked Mistress Andrea. "Oh," I said, "it must be Anne, our neighbor. I completely forgot, I promised to take her to work this morning because her car is getting fixed in the garage." The bell rang again. "Open up Greta. Certainly it's your guest then", smiled Mistress Andrea.

Slowly I wiggled to the door, trying to breathe deeply in order to relax, which was nearly impossible with the tight corset. I held the doorknob and failed to turn it around. "What are you waiting for Greta?" I heard them both ask. I didn't move, but the third ring from the doorbell let me open up the door. My neighbor, impeccably dressed in her smart powder blue business suit, stood there impatiently. "Finally. I thought . Oh my God! Oh my God! What happened to you? Oh my God! Is that really you Gary? Gary?"

I blushed deeply but couldn't say a word. Then Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea appeared from behind. "Hello Anne", my wife said. "I am sorry to give you the surprise of your life, but many things happened during the weekend and my hubby Gary admitted to us that he actually was a closet sissy all his life and wanted to become a woman. As you can see, I am trying to understand her feelings and we have already progressed quite a bit. But please do come in."

Anne stood there with her mouth open, trying to understand what Mistress Andrea had said. Then she looked at me. "Is that true Gary? I mean, oh my God, look at you. If it weren't for your short hair you'd look gorgeous. You always had legs to die for and now you even have the curves. If you had a nice wig, I mean, oh my God. I mean, I need to be going or I'll be late for work. I guess you aren't going to drive me Gary. I'll call a Taxi then."

Mistress Andrea made a step forward, took the hand of our turning neighbor. "Wait Anne, just a moment. Greta here, that's her new name, will drive you. She has promised it to you, so she'll do it. Besides, she'll really wants to go to her office too and resign personally." Anne turned around again. "Look Andrea. I don't know what is going on here but this surely isn't the Gary I know", pointing at me standing still like a marble statue with a lowered head.

"Gary, say something. We know each other since childhood. What is going on?"

I felt Mommy Adriana standing close behind me, unknown to anybody she lightly slapped my behind with the frightening paddle. I shook my head, looked up at Anne, opened my mouth, nothing came out when once again I felt the paddle lightly on my behind. In resignation I lowered my head. "I am sorry Anne, but there is nothing else to say. My wife is right. I have been hiding it all my life. This weekend with the visit of my mother it finally came all clear. I want to become a woman and yes, I'll drive you as promised."

Mommy Adriana stroked my cheeks. "Good girl", she smiled. Anne still seemed to not believe what she heard and stood there motionless. "Ok, Gary or Greta, I'll help you. Let's go to my place. If you don't have a nice wig, I do. I mean you can't run around like that, you'll be a laughing stock and that's certainly not good for the ego of a new girl. My wig isn't the most sophisticated, and maybe not the best for your complexion, but I think you certainly look better as a platinum blond than you do now with short hair."

Mistress Andrea and Mommy Adriana giggled. "Oh, that is a great idea Anne, but why don't you get the wig from your house. Meanwhile Greta helps me with the finishing touches and Mom and I accompany you to Greta's office. Afterwards we need to shop, our new girl needs clothes. We so wanted to buy a wig for Greta this weekend, but there were many other things to do. Don't you like her make-up job?" My neighbor looked at me closer. "Oh my, is this tattooed? This is tattooed! Greta, this is permanent, you know that? Wow, Andrea, I always wanted to have something like that. You have to give me the address of the store."

Anne scurried off while Mistress Andrea quickly dressed with my help. When the bell rang again I opened the door, Anne stepped in and made me sit down on a kitchen chair. She placed the platinum blonde pageboy wig on my head, curiously watched on by Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea, then fastened it to my scalp and combed it out. "This looks much better than I thought", said Anne. All three clapped into their hands. "This is you Greta", they cried out. "Oh, thank you soo much Anne," Mistress Andrea hugged our neighbor.

Anne smiled all over. "Greta, honey. This is my 'welcome to womanhood' present from me." With this she hugged me tightly and air kissed me. "Now let's hurry girls. I need to go."

I put on a black jacket and we all walked to the car, where Mistress Andrea handed me a white purse. "Thank you Mis.., err, Andrea." I blushed and took out the car keys. Mommy Adriana looked at me sternly and I simply handed them to her. Turning to our neighbor she explained. "These days Greta allows me to drive so I can get to know the town."

We all got into the car and Anne gave directions how to get to her office. Just before we arrived, Anne turned to me and said. "Greta, we know each other for so long and you know you are a really good friend of mine, so I really don't want to miss your first day out as a girl in the shopping mall. I am going to phone my boss and ask him for a day off. I am sure he'll give it to me and then I'll join you girls on your shopping spree. I can't wait to see you modeling dresses, Greta." Then she laughed out loud. "You know I am a shopposaurus myself, I simply wouldn't forgive myself until the end of my days if I missed that." A quick phone call confirmed her day off and immediately Mommy Adriana took the next turn to a big Mall. 

"No", I said, "this isn't my day off. I have to go to the office." Mistress Andrea looked back at me. "You are right sweety. First of all there is your big coming out to your co-workers and your boss telling him you'll leave as of today." I blushed and didn't want to think of all this. Maybe an angel would take me out of the car and fly with me to a land where all boys could be girls if they wanted to, without anybody taunting them.

Of course Mommy Adriana had a different thought, a sly smile crossed her face. "What would you say Andrea, if Greta's boss, because of the turn of events, offers her a job as a secretary?" Mistress Andreas eyes lit up in mock surprise. "Hmmm, I wonder if Greta would rather be an office girl or a lady's maid. I think we leave this decision to her, but we should take it into consideration."

I felt Anne's hands touching my knee. "Don't you worry a thing Greta. I am convinced you'd make a wonderful secretary. If your boss really asks you, go for it girl. It will do you good. I know you type well, know how to attend the phone and you don't have to be afraid of taking dictation." I looked at her like a deer caught in headlight, slowly turning a deep red. "Oh, I mean, you know what I mean, err, you know, taking dictation isn't .

The rest of what she said was drowned in roars of laughter coming from the front of the car. Mommy Adriana had to stop in order to avoid an accident. "Oh my God, Anne," laughed Mistress Andrea, "that was too precious. Our little Greta taking dick- tation. Who knows she may even enjoy it." Now it was Anne's turn to blush. "Do you mean Greta? which caused another round of laughter. "Anne, she is a woman now, why shouldn't she enjoy it", asked Mistress Andrea.

"Wow, I didn't know this ride was going that fast Greta. I thought you wanted to develop your personality little by little." Could I sink deeper into the car seat? Could I disappear into it or simply become invisible. I closed my eyes but nothing helped. I shook my head helplessly. "It's not what you think Anne " my words trailing off. She simply looked at me, then hugged me and whispered into my ear. "Greta, I am your friend and if you like sucking cocks, it's fine with me and maybe even good for your career if it is your boss whom you suck." 

While talking Mommy Adriana had driven us to my office and it was now or never, but before I could get out Mommy Adriana said. "Honey, I do believe it's in your own interest if we all go with you. We don't want you to get harassed." I looked at her knowing immediately there was no way out for me. In fact I had intended to tell my boss I had lost a stupid bet and that's why I was in this getup. She smiled reading the disappointment in my eyes. Once again she had outsmarted me. Sometimes I had the feeling she could read my mind. Mommy Adriana wasn't only very assertive but dammit, she was smart too.

With big trepidation I stepped out of the car with the others. Thankfully Anne put a hand around my hip as if to say "don't worry girlfriend,. I am with you". I leaned into her and she whispered "I never imagined you'd make such a beautiful girl". We walked together to the entrance, Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea smiling conspicuously at each other. Once inside Mistress Andrea walked on and motioned us to wait.

She talked to Jenny, the girl at the reception who was just about 20 years old and had only started a few months ago. All of a sudden she turned her head into our direction, looked back at Mistress Andrea, shook her head and looked back: At me! She looked right at me. Under her gaze I shrunk another few inches and believed I had reached the size of an imp. She got up behind her table and rushed towards me, and I felt myself in her embrace. Air kissing me she mouthed "Oh Gary, err Greta, I am soo happy for you. It takes courage to do what you do. I wish you luck with your boss. He's already in his office. I'll phone him so you can tell him your desire to become his personal secretary. You know how much he relied on her after his wife died so suddenly last year. I wonder how you knew Mrs Davengo resigned last weekend. Never knew you were so close to her that she'd tell you. Oh well, girl talk."

I felt overwhelmed from the lightning speed with which everything happened. I didn't know how to respond. The women stood around me and I felt like in a painting, they all looked at me simply smiling in a knowing way . Once again Jenny hugged me and then phoned Mr. Rearden. "Yes, Mr. Rearden. Life is full of surprises and Yes Mr. Rearden, I know you are worried about getting a new secretary, but that's exactly why I phone. Your problem may solve itself, if you are willing, err, I mean there is Mr. Gooden waiting for you. He, she, err, please see for yourself Sir. Err, shall I send Mrs err Mr. Gooden in?"




Mommy Adriana Makes Greta Become...



Jenny motioned me to Mr. Reardens office and I heard her "Good luck, hope you get the job." Now Mistress Andrea stepped towards me, took my hand and we walked to the office. "Mom and Anne, I think I'll have to do that. Just wait here a while." She wanted to turn but then Mommy Adriana coughed lightly and Mistress Andrea froze. "Ok, Mom, if you want to come, please feel free." I looked at Anne but she had already sat down in of the comfortable chairs in the lobby and grabbed herself a magazine.

So the three of us walked towards the office. Mistress Andrea knocked at the door and we heard Mr. Rearden calling me in. We stepped in and he looked up in surprise. "Oh Ladies, I believe you are in the wrong office. I am waiting for Mr. Gooden who apparently has a surprise for me which hopefully benefits the company."

It was Mommy Adriana who spoke up. "We are in the right office. I am the mother and this is the wife of the person mentioned, and there is a surprise yes, because the third person you see here, this gorgeous blonde here was Mr. Gooden, but he has decided to show his or should I say her real nature. She is now Greta Gooden."

Mr. Rearden made a step backwards, his mouth gaping open, ogling me up and down, shaking his head in disbelieve. "Mr. Gooden?" Before he could continue Mommy Adriana took the word again. "You'll agree of course she can't continue working in her former position, but since we heard you are desperately seeking a new personal Secretary, Greta told us how she loved to have such a job." Mommy Adriana was on a roll, I saw Mr. Rearden open his mouth several time to say something but with her natural authority my Boss didn't look so bossy anymore. She practically waved off each attempt of his to speak and after a minute or so I saw Mr. Rearden just nodding his head.

"Our little Greta told us her desire of becoming a secretary. She told us how good she was at typing, attending the phone, making the appointments, and further more she wasn't afraid of taking dictation either. Her biggest plus she said was her willingness to run little errands for you too, simply to make your life easier and concentrate better on running the company." While saying this Mommy Adriana stepped slowly closer and closer to Mr. Rearden and at one moment even put her hand on his shoulder pushing him back down into his seat.

"Now I believe there is a job opening for this position, right?", Mommy Adriana continued. She boldly patted Mr. Reardens head who seemed to shrink into his seat and obviously showed signs of embarrassment. "Furthermore I believe Greta is the Girl for this job and I am convinced you will hire her right now. Isn't that right Mr Rearden?", gripping his shoulder while asking the crucial question.

I stood back with Mistress Andrea, who had possessively put an arm around my hip and had made me stand with my head bowed. Then I heard Mr. Rearden. "Errr, I don't know what to say. I mean, I need a secretary but Mr " Mommy Adriana cut him off again. "That is good to know - you need a secretary and as I said before Greta here fits the bill and besides she is a willing girl, right Greta? Aren't you willing?" She looked back at me and I nodded my head. "Greta, I didn't hear you girl!" I nodded once again. "Yes Mommy Adriana, I am willing."

She turned back to Mr. Rearden and grabbed my arm at the same time dragging me towards Mr. Reardens chair. "See, she is willing and in order to show you how willing she is, Greta has thought of a little demonstration." I felt her push me to my knees and I came face to face with Mr Rearden's crotch. Then I felt also Andrea's hand on my other shoulder "Greta, undo Mr. Rearden's pants." I looked up at him and saw Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea towering over both of us. They had both placed their hands on each of our shoulders thus preventing us from getting up.

It was such a weird situation which obviously also overwhelmed Mr. Rearden. I saw how instinctively he took a better position in his leather armchair which wasn't lost on Mommy Adriana. "Yes Mr. Rearden, this is so formal. May I call you James or better yet Jamie, hmmm, yes, Jamieboy get comfortable, Greta will get you relaxed." Meanwhile I saw my red nails pulling down the zipper of his pants. I hesitated but one glaring look of Mommy Adriana sealed my fate.

I saw shivering but immaculate manicured and slender women's fingers taking out Mr. Rearden's cock which was thankfully not that big. Mommy Adriana laughed. "Do all men in this company have small cocks? Jamieboy, this is rather a big clit, but certainly no cock. Hmm, maybe a cockette. Yes Jamieboy, from now on you may call this your cockette, is this understood?" Mr. Rearden shrunk further into his seat and turned beet red. He cleared his throat, looked up at Mommy Adriana but couldn't hold her gaze for long before looking down in embarrassment. His whisper was barely heard. "Yes."

"Yes, what?", she demanded putting a finger under his chin. Mistress Andrea had pushed my head meanwhile right into Mr. Rearden's crotch. My nose touched his cockette which lightly twitched and tickled my skin. While my face was buried in his crotch I heard Mr. Rearden say. "Yes Madam." She laughed. "Very good Jamieboy. Now get busy Greta. Jamieboy deserves a big reward for being such an obedient little boss."

I slowly opened my mouth and for the first time I felt a pulsing member of my own gender in my mouth. Mr. Rearden moaned immediately. "Pinch your nipples Jamieboy. That is good, right? Yes, you need Greta to serve you every morning from now on." My head was bobbing up and down on his hardening cockette. "Hmm, think of it when she comes to your office and drops to her knees right in front of you every morning from now on. See yourself looking down at her while she slowly opens your belt, undoes your pants and slowly slips them over your hips which from now on will be prettily adorned with garter belt, stockings and lace panties."

I felt him stiffen at her words, his cockette twitched in my hot mouth. I looked up into his face. His eyes closed, burning cheeks glowing with a mixture of desire and embarrassment. Mommy Adriana was standing at his side, stroking his face and cooing into his ears. Driving him mad with desire while I was rapidly sucking and slurping his now rock hard cockette. "Jamieboy, tell me you are a sweet sissy boy and want to wear panties and nice lingerie from now on." When Mr. Rearden didn't answer immediately she pulled my hair slightly and I stopped my ministrations. Loud moans escaped my bosses lips.

Then Mommy Adriana opened her purse and took out her fiery red lipstick. "Tell me Jamieboy. Tell me how much you need to wear lingerie from now on." She pushed my head and once again I started sucking him which caused another round of loud moans. Quickly Mommy stopped me again and Mr. Rearden almost cried out in frustration. "Oh please Greta, don't stop please. Don't stop, it feels so wonderful. It has been soo long."

Mommy Adriana thought otherwise and held my head. She released me and proceeded to paint the lips of Mr. Rearden bright red. Like in trance he licked over his now creamy lips. "Yes Madam", his voice shivered. "I will wear lingerie from now on." My wicked mother smiled in delight and motioned me to continue sucking him. "There we go Jamieboy, and I will help you. I promise to train you alongside Greta. We will all become a nice little family. I will take care of you Jamieboy. I still need a nice obedient hubby who does exactly what I want."

With an ecstatic cry Mr. Rearden came into my mouth. "Greta, don't swallow but hold Jamie's cum in your mouth. Now get up both of you. I want you sissies to seal the deal with a nice kiss where you mingle your juices." Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea pushed us against each other and I found myself kissing Mr. Reardens creamy lips. I had my eyes closed and suddenly I felt the tip of his tongue invade my mouth. I pushed my own little snake into his mouth and transferred his juices into his. We wrestled like this for quite a while before Mommy Adriana ended our embrace. 

"That's enough sissies. We'll have enough time for this later. Now Jamieboy, I think you'll get the contract ready and give Greta the rest of the day off because she needs lots of clothes for her new wardrobe. Oh by the way, I think you should put a dress allowance of 1500 dollars a month apart from her salary in the contract. Tell the accountant to prepare a check right now, so Greta can pick it up." My boss picked up the phone and informed the accountant that he had found a new secretary and needed the check as of now telling her I'd pick it up any moment.

I left the room with Mistress Andrea while Mommy Adriana stayed back in Mr. Reardens office. When we passed the offices I saw everybody staring at me, some men looking in disgust, others in lust, while a couple of girls waved at me and made thumbs up. "Oh, this is you. You are Gary Gooden, err Greta. Wow, I didn't believe Jenny when she phoned earlier. Well, I can't say I like this charade but if you stick to it and don't come dressed in a different manner everyday I wish you good luck." She handed me the check and we were on our way back to Mr. Reardens office.

I knocked timidly and we entered. We just saw Mommy Adriana sitting behind Mr. Reardens desk. "Mom, where is Mr. Rearden?" She laughed and I saw her hands were under the table. "Are you talking about Jamieboy? He's doing what he'll be doing very often from now on, servicing me." Mistress Andrea giggled. "Oh Mom, you are incredible. You have a special way to wrap men around your finger and put them under your thump."

Mommy Adriana looked back in mock anger. "What did you say? Just men?" Then she burst out in loud laughter, but quickly interrupted herself with a sudden loud moan. "Yes Jamieboy, oh yesss, what a good tongue, what a talented tongue. Oh Andrea, we should have a contest whether Greta or Jamieboy has the most talented tongue. We should invite your neighbor Anne and also the girl from the makeup story in the Mall. What was her name? Silvia? You've got her number. Oooooohhhhhhhhh Jamie, yessssssssss, ohhhhhhh, I am cummmminng." 

Mommy Adriana was bucking wildly and it took her quite a while to come down from her heights. "Hmmm, that was good Jamieboy. Very good. Sweety, I have decided you really need a treat. You take also the day off and we all go to the mall. I am convinced we'll find you all the lingerie you'll need from now on. Besides, poor Anne is missing all the fun while waiting out there."

We got all ready to go. Mr. Rearden came from underneath his desk and straightened his tie. "Oh my, Jamie boy, you certainly need a touch up", said Mommy Adriana. She once again applied the fiery red lipstick to Mr. Rearden's mouth who seemed to be completely in her power. Mistress Andrea opened the door and we walked slowly out of his office. Anne looked up and rushed towards us. "Did she get the job?" She stopped in her tracks when she saw the lipsticked Mr. Rearden. "Oh, oh, hahaha, I hope it's not epidemic, otherwise all men will turn into little sissies and girls."

Mommy Adriana turned to the receptionist and simply told her Mr. Rearden would take off the rest of the day in order to help his new secretary choose a new wardrobe. "Oh by the way Jenny. From now on Mr. Rearden will obey a new dress code. He's going to wear lingerie under his suits and girl, I can't be after him all the time, so I'd like to ask you to check him every morning when he comes to his office."

The stunned girl simply nodded dumbfounded. "Yes, Madam." Then a smile crept over her face. "I'll be delighted to check on the lingerie daily." My mother smiled back at her. "I do believe this will be an interesting and quite pleasing task for you Jenny." Then looking all around she added: "Shall we finally go to the mall now? Greta has gotten a nice dress allowance from Jamieboy, so it will be quite a shopping spree."

Now it was Anne's turn to speak up. "Now wait. Let's go to a friend of mine instead of to the Mall. I always shop there. She has a wonderful boutique and caters for all needs. It's a little bit more expensive, but exactly what a personal secretary needs and I am quite sure we find also some nice lingerie for Greta to wear for her new Boss."

Mommy Adriana made Mr. Rearden hold my hand and we walked to the car. Mr. Rearden and I sat squeezed against each other in the back with Anne. My mother sped off to the Boutique of Anne's Friend. What indignities would wait there for me and Mr. Rearden who still held my hand? 



Mommy and Daddy Really Love Me



It's Friday and I can hardly wait to get home from school. Tuesday was my eighteenth birthday and Mommy and Daddy have promised me that Tonight will be the best birthday party I've ever had. We're going to spend the entire evening and night celebrating. Now I'm an adult and tonight Mommy and Daddy are going to show me how big people love each other.

I've been looking forward to this evening for years. I remember when Daddy first noticed my boobs starting to grow. I had just gotten out of the tub and he was drying my hair.

"Susan, come here", he shouted. "Our Candy Baby is growing up!"

Mommy was excited, too. "You'll have to take her to get some bras."

The next day after school Daddy and I went to Victoria's Secret and he bought me three lacy training bras. That evening I modeled them for Mommy and Daddy. Daddy said that he thought that soon I'd have a beautiful body. They both agreed that as an eighteenth birthday present they would show me how big people loved each other.

Over the last several years we had watched my boobs grow and Daddy had bought me new bras whenever I needed a larger size, or when there was a special occasion. Tonight is a very special occasion. Daddy bought me a new bra and matching panties yesterday and I can't wait to get home and put them on. The bra is a pale yellow lace with holes just big enough for my nipples to peek through. It has a small plastic catch in the middle of the front that's hidden behind a small ribboned bow. The panties are made to match out of the same soft yellow lace. They're open in front with a little catch at the top just like the bra. Last night when Daddy was helping me bathe, he said that the panties would look much nicer if we shaved off all of my pussy hair. I'd never done that before, so he helped me.

Now, school is over and I can't wait to get home and change into my special bra and panties. I've got a new wrap-around blouse that fastens with a couple of small Velcro dots and a new skirt that fastens the same way. Daddy said that he and Mommy would want it to be easy to see how pretty I looked in the bra and panties.

"Mommy, Daddy, I'm home now!"

"We're in the living room, Candy. Why don't you go right upstairs and put on your new clothes?"

"Okay, Mommy! I'll be right down!" I am soo excited! I throw my school clothes into the hamper and quickly pull on the panties and then the bra before I look in the full length mirror. My nipples look awesome poking through the little holes in the lace and my pussy is peeking out at me through the open front of my new panties. I am sooo excited. Quickly I fasten the blouse and skirt over the new underwear and walk quickly down the steps to the living room.

"Oh my goodness, Jim. Would you look at how pretty and grown up our Candy is!" Mommy gets up off the couch and hugs me. "Here, Baby – wait I guess we can't call you Baby anymore! Tonight you're a young lady, a beautiful young lady! Sit down here, young lady, between your daddy and me."

"You're right, Susan, she is a beautiful young lady. Do you like your new clothes, Candy?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy! I love them. And you were right. The panties look much nicer with my pussy shaved. Do you want to see?" I start to get back up.

Mommy and Daddy both laugh. "Not yet, Honey." Daddy pulls me back down and kisses me lightly on the lips. "There will be plenty of time for that after our birthday dinner."

As we head for the dining room I realize that Mommy is wearing a skirt and blouse just like mine. I wonder ...

An hour later we walk back into the living room. Daddy had fixed my favorite dinner, but he and Mommy both warned me not to eat too much. I start to sit down, but Mommy stops me. "Show us your new bra, Candy," she says as she and Daddy sit on the couch. 

Finally! It seems like I've been waiting forever! I pull gently on first one and then the other Velcro dots and slowly open the front of my blouse. 

Mommy catches her breath. "Oh, Jim, she is so beautiful! Look at her tits! They're so nice! And her nipples are already starting to get hard. Take your blouse all the way off, Candy! You are so beautiful."

I shrug off the blouse and toss it onto the chair by the fireplace. 

Daddy is breathing fast. "Candy, honey, show Mommy your new panties."

I start to reach for the Velcro at the waist and Daddy stops me. 

"Turn around, Honey. Face the other way and take it off slowly."

I giggle, turn to face away from them and release both Velcro spots. I hold the skirt in place for a few seconds as I look over my shoulder to them and then I toss it onto the chair with my blouse.

"Oh, Jim! Look at our little girl! She's so grown up!"

"Turn around now, Candy." Daddy seems to be as excited as Mommy.

I turn slowly around.

"Oh my goodness, Jim! She has such a pretty little pussy. Come and sit between your Daddy and me, Candy. We have a few more little surprises for you."

Mommy and Daddy each kiss me gently on my mouth before Daddy tells Mommy to show me her surprise. Mommy giggles and stands, turning to face us. She slowly releases the Velcro holding her blouse and then opens it.

"Look, Daddy! Mommy's bra is just like mine, except it's blue!" 

Daddy is getting really excited. "Okay, Susan. Now show our little girl the rest!"

Mommy turns her back and releases the skirt. With just a glance over her shoulder, she tosses the skirt onto the chair with the rest of our clothes. Her ass looks awesome in the matching blue lace panties. She slowly turns to face us.

I suck in my breath. At thirty-four Mommy is only a pound or two heavier than me. Her nipples are pushing through the holes in her bra and her cleanly shaved pussy is staring at us through the open front of her panties. "Mommy, you look great!"

She reaches down and strokes her pussy lightly with a finger tip. "Do you like it, Candy? I shaved it last night just for you."

"It looks really nice, doesn't it Daddy?"

"Yes! I can't figure out why we waited so long for her to shave it! Candy's right, honey! You look fantastic!"

Mommy comes over and kisses first Daddy and then me on the mouth. As she sits back down she tells Daddy it's his turn to show me a surprise.

Daddy stands up and takes off his shirt. "I'm sorry I don't have tits, Baby, so I'm not wearing a bra to match yours and Mommy's, but ..." Daddy turns his back to us and slowly pushes down his slacks. His undies are the same color blue as Mommy's bra and panties. Tossing his slacks onto the chair with the rest of our clothes, he turns to face us. His undies are just like mine and Mommy's, with an open front and a little plastic catch at the top. His thing is standing up big and straight through the opening.

"Can I touch it tonight, Daddy?" Two or three times a week after Daddy dries me from my bath, he gets out his thing and touches it until it squirts. I've wanted to touch it, too, for a long time, but Daddy says I have to wait until I'm old enough to do big people things. "Can I, Daddy?"

"Yes, Candy. But not right now. In a little bit." He sits down and kisses me and then Mommy. "Right now, it's time for Mommy to teach you how big people kiss."

Mommy gently turns my head to face her. "When big people kiss, Honey, they touch each other's tongues. You have to leave your mouth open just a little. Are you ready to try it?"

"I think so." Mommy puts her mouth on mine and I feel her tongue push gently against my lips and I push my tongue back against hers. For several seconds we tease each other's tongues.

"Our Candy is a fast learner, Jim!" Mommy presses her lips against mine again and I feel her finger tip trace a light circle around one of my nipples. "Show your daddy how well you can big people kiss, Candy."

As Daddy and I touch each other's tongues, Mommy continues drawing circles around my tit. Daddy and I kiss again and he starts rubbing my other tit. "Do you like that, Honey? Do you like Mommy and Daddy rubbing your tits?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy! It feels really good! My nipples feel kind of tingly."

Mommy turns my face towards her and kisses me again. I really like the way her tongue reaches all the way into my mouth. "I think it's time to take our little girl upstairs, Jim, and show her all about big people love."

"You're right, Susan. We do have a lot to show her."

Mommy touches Daddy's thing and laughs. "Yes, we do!"

We go to Mommy and Daddy's room and lie down on their bed, with me in the middle. Daddy kisses me and starts rubbing my tit again and Mommy's finger lightly traces the edges of the opening in the front of my new panties.

"Does that feel good, Candy?" She moves her finger to the edge of my pussy and moves it up one side and down the other.

"Yes, Mommy, yes! That's so nice! I'm feeling tingly down there, too."

"Spread your legs apart, Candy." Mommy and Daddy and I are all breathing faster, now. Mommy slowly pushes her finger into my pussy and starts rubbing me inside. Daddy squeezes my nipples and kisses me again.

"Do you like what Mommy's doing, Candy Baby?"

"Oh, yes! That feels so good!"

"Big people call this finger fucking." Mommy's finger is moving slowly in and out of my pussy.

"Mommy, I think I'm getting wet, you know, down there."

"You're supposed to, Honey. Here, taste it." Mommy takes her finger out of my pussy and puts it in my mouth.

"Mmm, I like that."

"Jim, I think you should finger fuck our little girl for a few minutes now." As Daddy pushes his finger into my pussy, Mommy leans down and takes my nipple in her mouth. I can feel her tongue pushing against my tit. I don't know what's happening, but I'm starting to feel really good and tingly all over, and it's getting harder to breathe and now my pussy is squeezing Daddy's finger and it feels really wet and really good.

"Oh, yes, Daddy, that's so good! Don't stop!"

But he does. He pulls his finger out of my dripping pussy and puts it in his mouth. "Our Baby's cum tastes really good, Susan."

Mommy kisses me. "Did you enjoy your first climax, Honey?"

"Uh, yeah." I'm not too sure what she means, climax. 

She must be able to tell, because Mommy laughs. "When you cum, like you just did, that's called climaxing, Baby."

Daddy laughs, too. "And now we'll help you cum again!" 

"And we'll show you how to help us cum, too!"

Mommy and Daddy each give me a very long big people kiss. Then they start teasing my nipples with their tongues. It feels really nice and I close my eyes and start to feel really tingly again when Mommy moves her mouth down across my tummy to the open front of my panties. She pushes my legs apart slightly and slowly begins teasing my pussy with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh, Mommy!" I'm starting to feel really tingly and my breathing is getting faster.

"Do you like what Mommy's doing, Baby?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy, yes!" I think I'm having another climax and Mommy is pushing her tongue harder and it feels like she's actually got her tongue inside my pussy and it feels sooo gooood!

"I think it's my turn now, Susan!" Daddy has moved down beside Mommy and she quits licking my pussy and Daddy starts. His tongue pushes a little harder than Mommy's and he actually twists it around inside me! 

I start to squeal and Mommy puts her mouth over mine and pushes her tongue deep into my mouth. She tastes different than before and I push my tongue into her mouth to taste as much as I can. Daddy's hands are lifting my butt off the bed and he's pushing his tongue harder and harder into my pussy and I can feel the wet stuff getting all over his face and it feels absolutely incredible!

Daddy finally stops licking me and crawls up beside me. He kisses me and then he and Mommy kiss before they both lie down beside me. 

"I think our Candy Baby likes having her pussy eaten, Jim."

"I think you're right, Susan!"

"I do! That was so good! And I liked the way you and Mommy tasted after you made me get wet!"

Mommy laughs and rubs her finger across my pussy and then puts it in my mouth. "It does taste good, doesn't it?"

"Hmm, yes!"

"Would you like to taste Mommy's pussy, now?"

"Can I?"

This time Daddy laughs. "I'll bet Mommy would be disappointed if you didn't eat her pussy now!"

Mommy kisses me gently. "Please, Baby. I really want your tongue, now!"

"I'm not sure I know how."

"Just use your fingers to hold Mommy's pussy open and lick with the tip of your tongue."

I slide down between Mommy's legs and do like Daddy told me. Mommy spreads her legs and lifts her butt to meet my mouth and it just seems so easy to make her feel really good and then she starts moaning and twisting and she pushes my head tighter against her pussy and I push my tongue deep into her pussy and it tastes really great.

"Oh, Candy, that is so good! Lick Mommy's cunt! Yes! Oh, shit! Jim, she is so good! Enough, Candy! Stop! I don't think there's any cum left in my pussy!"

Daddy gently pulls me away from Mommy's pussy and kisses me. "You like eating Mommy's cunt, don't you, Baby?"

"Yes! That was so good!"

"Do you want to touch Daddy's thing, now?"

"Can I?"

"Mommy will show you how, won't you, Susan?"

"Um, hum!"

Daddy and I change places so he's in the middle and Mommy starts doing big people kisses on the end of Daddy's thing. Then she puts her mouth over the end and slides it all the way into her mouth. She sucks on him a little as she pulls her mouth off of him. "Just be careful not to scratch Daddy with your teeth, Honey."

I do just like Mommy did and push my mouth all the way down on Daddy's thing. It's really big and hard and I almost gag when his thing gets to the back of my throat. 

"Suck on him, Honey, and move up and down. That's right, Candy! Suck on Daddy's cock! Up and down! Make Daddy cum!" It sounds like Mommy is almost as excited as I am! I never thought I'd get the chance to put Daddy's thing in my mouth! And then Daddy gasps and I feel him starting to squirt his stuff in my mouth. I start to take my mouth off of him, but Mommy stops me. "Keep sucking, Baby! Swallow Daddy's cum and keep sucking!"

Daddy finally pulls away from me. "Oh, Susan! Our little girl is all grown up now! She sucks my cock almost as good as you!"

"Are you ready to fuck her now, Jim?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Candy, It's time now for you to learn the very best way that big people love each other. Daddy's going to fuck you, now."

I'm not sure what that means, but if it feels as good as when Mommy and Daddy licked my pussy, I'm ready now! Mommy starts rubbing my pussy with her fingertips and Daddy rolls over onto his knees between my legs. Mommy rubs his thing with the other hand for a moment and then she guides the tip of his thing into my pussy. Daddy starts moving back and forth just a little and I feel the end of his thing moving in and out of me and it feels awesome!

"Oh, Daddy! That feels so good!"

Bit by bit he moves faster and pushes it into my pussy further and further. And then I feel it start to hurt, just a little.

"That hurts, Daddy."

"Now, Jim, now!" Mommy squeals!

Daddy pushes really hard and it hurts really bad for a few moments, but I can feel him squirting his stuff into me and I'm getting all wet and tingly and I don't care if it hurts because it feels so good and I know that Mommy and Daddy really love me!



Mommy and Goddess



Andrew never saw the noose. 

He was uncomfortable around his new mother - his wife's new step mom. And rightly so - he was, after all, going through the woman's intimates since the day she entered their lives, some two years ago, shortly after the marriage. 

Had he overcome his guilty reaction, he may have noticed a recurring theme in their conversations over the past few months could be boiled down to the following exchange: 

"I'm telling you."

- No! I don't believe it.

"You'll see."

The subject was the very reason Andrew (Andy to his irrepressible new mother) avoided her subject. Oh yes, she was wise to him. Noticed that someone had been in her naughties last time she stayed over, a year ago. What Andrew didn't know was that Dianne was in fact not letting it slide. She was about to bait a trap, and he was about to mindlessly take it. 

Thursday, a sweltering August afternoon, he thought he heard Dianne call his name in pain while out in the garden, so he rushed to her window...only to avert his eyes quickly as she was writhing on the bed, her frenzied fingers inside her dampness-darkened panties. That night, Andrew fucked his wife with a rare semblance of manly force that strengthened his wife's resolve: Dianne may be sexy and fun to hang with, but she's wrong. So Andrew is not the world's greatest stud. He tries and that's sweet. 

Friday morning, Dianne waited till she was sure and bumped Andrew, who was about to enter the shower, andput her stained underwear on top of the laundry bin. She gave him a mischievous smile and walked away. Andrew took a long shower and used up some of his wife's oh-so-soft shower lotion. 

"We're going sweetie! Back around dinner time!" The door slammed shut and he heard the key turn twice. He was, of course, in no position to know in what direction. 

Andrew's little plan clicked in his mind. The bitch was playing with him and he needed relief. If she knows - it's her word vs his and he'd stop. He didn't want to get caught. Though the stories - obviously fake - of what happened to guys who were caught were fun to read - as long as they didn't go gay. Why couldn't he be a lesbian girl?

He thought all this as he changed into his mother's panties (from the laundry bin), bra and nightie (from her room) and his wife's platform heels. Then he sat down and logged on - for the first time in several months, actually - to an xxx rated chat room under his feminine name, andrea. 

There he played exactly that role - a lesbian who loved to shop and dress naughty but would not touch men. He found plenty of lesbians (or pretnders like him) to play make believe with. He was deep in chat and the door to his den opening barely registered. 

"AH-HUMMM!"

Sissy Andrew jumped in his chair and lost his balance trying to spin, falling appropriately to his knees. There were his wife Ruth and her sexy, too-young-to-be-her-mom and looking-like-her-sister step mother. 

The look on Ruth's face terrified him, so he ignored the amused contempt on Dianne's and tried to address his wife. 

"Ruth, I..."

SLAP...BACKSLAP

"I..."

SLAP. He dropped sideways on one hand. 

"Shut up, sissy fag!"

Then, even more hurtful, they both began to laugh. 

They pushed him aside, went through his computer and laughed some more. At some point a cell phone was produced and began producing pictures of him like that. Then they began to demand he pose for them. This was going too far. He stood up and backed away. 

"Look, Ruth, Dianne, I'm sorry, but I'm not playing this anymore."

Dianne burst into giggles, while his wife looked at him sadly for a moment, then with a steely bitch look he never saw. 

"Listen up, sissy bitch. Your old life? Andrew? My husband of the last three years, unemployed for the last year? That's all dead. Only one of too people are gonna walk out of here - either my sissy slave to be named, or my sissy ex husband whom everyone saw in his pretty underpanties. What's it gonna be?"

I'll show you what, bitch, thought Andrew as he relaxed outwardly while tensing. Both women worked out, so it wouldn't do to underestimate them... he smiled a sickening servile smile and lunged for the cellphone. 

Was he that obvious?? It seemed like his lunge was parried effortlessly, and then a knee connected perfectly with his panty-clad sissy balls, and then his arms were twisted and he was tied to the small couch, face up, his sissy dick shamefully tenting the panties, even as he tried to curl from the pain. 

His Mother in Law - the subject of most of his wanks and not a few actual fucks with his wife since he met her, knelt on his crotch - heavily enough to totally pin him, but with plenty in check - and jeered at him:

"So, little girl, what's it gonna be - the big bad world with your pics out in it, or being a good little slave girl to mommy and your goddess?"

The words seemed to be delivered in a weird sing-song, which had a hypnotic effect on him. He figured he was in no position to resist, so he better feign submission and find a way to destroy the pics and run away later. 

He nodded his head resignedly and whispered "ok."

Increased pressure by her knee. 

"Ok what, bitch?"

"I surrender, Mistress."

"Ooooh, quick learner. Kinda pretty too." She turned to Ruth, who was watching her stepmother take charge with a hard twinkle in her eye, and asked: "Now that you see that I'm right, you up for what I told you?"

Ruth looked up and down andrew's prone body with contempt. "If we can make IT more useful and easier on the eyes, why not."

Dianne nodded silently, satisfied. She turned to her purse and said "Well, hop on then. It's time our girl learned to properly please her goddess"

The "her" cut deep, and Andrew was worried that he could no longer see what the evil bitch was doing. His wife was straddling him, her knees on the insides of his elbows, her thighs and slowly descending glistening cunt all he could see. 

He did not see Dianne undress, then step into the harness and cinch it to her waist, adjusting it to her smooth pussy. She knelt between his splayed thighs. pressing Ruth down on his face as she began to tap his pathetic, thin, white, shriveled and hairy penis and childish ball sac with the massive black latex dong, which dwarfed his sorry "undowment". 

The bitch liked it. Andrew was writhing and moaning, his dicklet raging hard and covered with precum. Ruth was loving it too. She was too gone to care that the woman in front of her, about to rape her husband, was technically her mother. No shared genes - no problem, she smiled, as she motioned her slutty step-daughter to bend over and get her cock wet. 

It finally hit the stupid sissy, as his mother was attempting to place her saliva-wettened black rubber cock at his rectum. he began to buck violently, until Ruth clencher her thighs and didn't let up until she felt his resistance end. 

"You are OUR BITCH! You will discover your true identity and love every minute, or you will leave and be exposed for the twisted little fraidy-cat slut you are, and as you pretended to surrender, you will give up your cherry to mommy Dianne like a good little girl, or we will have your balls removed this very weekend. Try me, Bitch."

Andrew was terrified, and vaguely aware that despite this, his hardon did not abate. he nodded as best he could in the headlock, and she relieved some of the pressure as the rubber tip resumed its positioning. 

"Now you said you surrendered. You haven't yet, but you will soon. This is gonna hurt, baby girl, but just the once, and you are gonna love it so. All girls like you do". And with that, she pushed forward. Ruth angled to stifle his scream with her rose-colored anus. "Any teeth and I'll castrate you myself", she hissed, then softer, as her slut-teacher plunged deeper into their slave: "That's it babygirl, moan for mommy, show mommy what a slut you are."

Andrew felt a bitter flash of resistance. "I'm just playing long till I can get the bitch's camera. And then...she'll pay." Then that voice flickered and died, smothered by a million new sensations, and he spread his thighs sensuously and moaned. 

"Good girl..." came the voice, from all around him, "show mommy what a good little whore you are." and he felt his entire being wrapped around the intrusion in his...yes, pussy, as he felt his inner girl take over and moan into her wife's ass. "mmmmmmmmgmgmgmgfucccccckckc meeeeeeeeeeeee" she begged, as her mother hiked her thighs and slammed into her, whispering hypnotically: "Gonna break you for real now, whore. Feel me inside you? Yeah. Fell me. In your cunt and in your brain, re-writing it with my finger nails...That's it baby girl, surrender your failed manhood to mommy, let mommy remake you as the sexy little slut you know you need to be..."

Andrew felt his mind shatter and he spread his legs like the porn stars he once lusted after, now lusting to be them, as she lost track of the conscious world with a moan. The sexy blond continued to fuck her new toy, humping the reverse side nub and crashing in orgasms. Her stepdaughter was drenched in sweat as she rode her defeated husband's face like a mechanical bull, and soon all three voices seemed to blend into one continuous, sinful moan. 



Mommy and Me



This is a story about my first time with my mom. I was 20 when it first happened and she was 39. I have always found my mother to be very attractive. She is 5'11, long blond hair and blue eyes and a 38D chest. I took every chance to get a look at her nudeness when I was younger. When ever she got out or into the shower, when ever she was changing for the day. She always smiled when she saw me. She never told me I shouldn't or that it was wrong which only made my love and desire for her stronger. It was a lovely sight. I also loved that my mom loved lingerie. She always wore a silk nightie to bed and always wore silk panties.

When I turned 20 I finally decided that I wanted her to be my first and started to think of what I would do. I planed to go in and fuck my own mother after my father left for work in the morning. I didn't sleep at all that night imagining how great it would be to finally fuck my own mother. I waited for my father to leave for work. As soon as I was sure he was gone I got up out of bed and approached her room. She was sound asleep as I hoped she would be. She was wearing a knee leanght red nightie and had on matching panties. I stood in the door way for a moment just loving the sight and admiring my mothers body and how it looked in that nightie. 

I finally snapped out of my dream state and approached the bed. I got in bed with her slowly so as not to wake her up just yet. After getting in bed with her and seeing she did not wake from it I decided to take the next step. I reached my hand out and slowly stroked her thigh through the nightie. I have always loved the feeling of her lingerie and it felt so good to be now feeling it with my mom in it. She started to stir a little which made me stop but I didn't move my hand off of her. I was afraid she was going to wake up before I could get further but she didn't. I then decided it was now or never and ran my hand down her covered thigh and up and under her nightie towards her pussy which I so wanted to taste and fuck now. 

I ran my hand right to her panty covered pussy and started to rub her pussy slowly through the material. I heard a small moan escape from her lips but she didn't wake. So I then pushed the panty aside and ran my fingers into her pussy. It was wet and smelled so sweet that I just had to taste it. I moved my head down towards her pussy and pushed her nightie up and stuck my head between her legs and then started to lick and tongue fuck her hot pussy. I was right it tasted just as sweet as I imagined. As I started to lick and eat her pussy more I heard another moan escape my mothers lips and her legs then clamped down a little around my head. 

My mom then woke moaning even louder as she was starting to have the first of what I was hoping would be many orgasms I would give her. She then opened her eyes and saw that it was me inbetween her legs eating her out and that just made her have a great orgasm. She then startled asked what I was doing. I asked her to please not stop me and to enjoy it. This is something I've dreamed of doing for a long time, all the while I was still using 3 fingers to finger her pussy. She told me to please stop that this was wrong. She told me that what I was doing was called incest and was wrong.

I asked her how it could be wrong if we are both enjoying it as much as we are right now. I told her that if she wasn't enjoying what I was doing to her in the least to say so and I would stop. She told me that I knew she couldn't do that and that I knew she was enjoying it. I continued to finger her harder and faster and she threw her head back and let out another load moan as another orgasm hit her. She then rolled off the bed and away from me. I was afraid she was going to tell me again that this was wrong and to leave. Instead to my delight she pulled me into her and kissed me long and deep. As we were kissing and our tongues entwining I reached under her nightie and pulled her panties down. She stepped out of them and then helped me pull her nightie off over her head. 

She saw how hard and long my cock was and how arosed I was with her. She said she knew this was wrong but seeing my hard 8" cock was more than she could handle and had to have me in her mouth and anywhere else I wanted. She also informed me that I was much bigger than my father and she couldn't wait to feel me and taste me. She then threw me down on the bed and sat down on my face with pussy right over my mouth. She told me to start eating her out again and I did just that. As I was doing this I she tuged my hands over my head and tied them to the bed. She then got off my face. I asked her why she had tied my hands to the bed. She stated that it was now time for her to teach me a leason. 

She then told me that she was also a dominatrix. That was definately something I had never known or would of though my mom was into. She then stated I shouldn't be suprised. Didn't I ever wonder what was in the locked chest in her closet. I told her I never though that much about it. She laughed and said that now I was going to find out and since I wanted to be bad and commit incest she figured why not go all out. She walked over and opened her closet door and proceed to open the locked chest. I couldn't see what she was up to. She then turned around with a whip in one hand and what I thought was a dildo in the other. I knew what she was going to do with the whip and asked her what she was going to do with the dildo. She then informed me that it was not a dildo although easy to mistake and was an anal one and that she was going to be putting it up my ass. I begged her not to that I had never done anything like that. She just laughed and told me my wants have no interest in her right now and she was going to do as she pleased. 

She then came to the bed and whipped my cock. I shrieked in pain. She told me that if I knew what was best for me that I would not question her again and do as she stated. I said yes mom and she informed me from now on when we were alone together that I was to address her as Mistress. I said yes Mistress and she said very good. She then told me to relax because this was probably going to hurt at first. She then took some lube out of the night stand next to the bed and proceeded to lube the anal toy. She then took it and pushed it into my ass. I told her that it hurt and to please stop. With that she whipped me again and told me to relax and it will not hurt as much. I then closed my eyes and relaxed and it slid in. After getting it inserted all the way in she then got on top of me and began to ride and fuck me. It was the greatest feeling in the world and at the same time I could still feel the pain from my ass but it too was slowly becoming pleasure. I came harder than I could ever imagine into her as she moaned and orgasmed yet again for the morning. She then got off me and untied my hand. I went to reach for my ass and take out the anal toy which caused her to use the whip on me again and told me to leave it there. I was to now just lay here in bed with her and enjoy the new feeling and that she would take it out later when she was ready. I said yes Mistress and layed down doing as I was told. She then put her nightie back on and got into bed with me and we just held each other. 

She told me that this was just the start of things to come and kissed me once more. 



Mommy & Me Ch. 01



Immediately after WWII ended, nylon became readily available again for the manufacure of womens stockings and panties. Gone were the days of women painting their legs a brown color and pencilling a seam down the back of their calf to give the illusion of full fashioned stockings.

From 1946 on, lingerie fashions also became available in a larger variety of colors rather than just white and tea rose. A larger variety of colors and heel patterns also began to emerge from the hoseiry manufacturers and by 1950 a lady could have stockings in about fifteen different colors and five or six heel patterns. Newer materials also allowed girdles to be made without boning and a variety of long line panty girdles also emerged from the foundation companies.

There are NO PARTIES in this story under the age of twenty and spelling has been corrected to the best of my ability. If there are spelling errors, please highlight them for me so I can corrct them.

Thank you.

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I came home from school early one afternoon and as I parked my car at the rear of the house I noticed that Frank's car was in the garage with the garage door pulled closed.

I went in the rear door, took of my shoes and quietly crept into the dining room and peeked into the living room.

Mommy was seated on the front edge of her easy chair with the top of her sheer black nightgown pulled down and the skirt of it pulled up to her waist. Her large teats were hanging down against her chest. She was wearing beige full fashioned stockings held up with 'roll garters' and had a pair of one inch heeled pumps on. She was looking right directly at Frank's cock.

Frank was standing directly in front of her wearing a black bra, black nylon garter belt with six straps that were holding up his dark brown stockings. His eight inch uncut cock was pointed directly at mommies face and as I watched he took both hands and fastened them behind her head and as she opened her mouth, he shoved as much of his cock as he could in her mouth. 

"Now suck that motherfucking prick you fucking whore." he told her. He began pulling his cock out of her mouth then pushing it back in her mouth until after about the tenth time he took his right hand, pulled his cock back out of her mouth, pulled his long foreskin over the head of it and began spurting his hot semen not once,but twice, three, four, five, and finally a sixth time all over her face, teats, and in her mouth. I could see her swallowing the semen that had gone in her mouth. Then Frank pulled his foreskin back over his cockhead and said to her "Now suck the rest of it off you fucking bitch and get it clean. Then I'm going to take you in the bedroom, suck your teats for awhile, then I'll be ready to put my big fucking cock in your cunt, which is where you want it anyway."

Mommy opened her mouth and took all of his cock in again and began sucking it. I watched as she pulled his long foreskin back over the head of his cock and cleaned it off with her tongue. After a couple of minutes, Frank pushed her face away and pointed his finger toward her bedroom.

She got up off her chair holding her gown up and walked through the packet doors to her bedroom with Frank right behind her.

I listened as they got into the bed and he said "Now give me one of your big fucking teats so I can nurse you. Then I'll nurse the other one and as you play with my cock, it will get erect again and I'll give you the fucking you want."

I quietly went up to my bedroom and about ten minutes later I went back downstairs.

The packet doors were open enough so I could see in and when I looked Frank was just getting up on his hands and knees behind mommy. I could also see that her stocking tops were now down around her knees, the roll garters not being able to hold them up on her thighs

"Alright you cockfucker, spread your fucking legs wide apart and your cunt lips wide open so you can get this magical cock you like so well." he told her.

She did as she was told and without even pulling his inch long foreskin back over the head of his cock, he rammed it in her gaping cunt causing her to scream out in ecstacy "You great big long motherfucker. You know I need your fucking cock way up in my fucking cunt. Now give it to me baby and fuck my pussy good." she cried.

Frank continued to pull his cock out and ram it back in for about twenty times. Mommy wrapped her stocking clad legs around his thighs to keep him impaled in her cunt but he just continued pulling it out and shoving it back in.

Finally, he shouted "Alright you fucking whore. Here comes the fucking baby batter you want me to give you so badly." With that he shoved his cock deep inside her, arched his back, and spurted his hot seed inside her and up around her cervix leaving his cock there until it began to get flaccid.

Mommy just lay there on the bed in ecstacy, savoring the fucking she had just received from her lover. I continued to watch unobserved by either of them. Frank dismounted from her and moved along side her up to mommies face.

"Now you fucking whore bitch, take my fucking cock and suck it clean, peeling my foreskin back so you get the head of it clean too. Then we will have a couple of beers before I go back to work." he told her.

I watched as she stuck his long cock in her mouth once again and sucked him, this time peeling back his long foreskin so she could clean the head of his cock.

She sucked him for a long time and as she was doing that, Frank unhooked his bra and let it fall to the floor. Once mommy finished, Frank got off the bed, picked up his pants and slipped them on over his garter belt and stockings, put a pair of socks on, fastened his work shoes and told her he would see her again tomorrow.

I ducked out of the way so he didn't see me as he left and when I heard his car start up I looked in on mommy to see what she was doing. She had gotten off the bed and was headed for the stairway to her chamberpot.

She saw me and said "I hope you got an eyeful. Now help me because I really have to piss."

Her eyes were glazed and I knew she was drunk. She staggered as I helped get her on the potty. She spread her legs and at first there were just a few dribbles of pee, but then the gusher began and she pissed for nearly two minutes.

"Go over to my dresser and get my sheer black Directoire Knickers out of the drawer and help me put them on." she said. "Frank filled me so full of semen and sperm I'm going to be leaking the rest of the day and night."

I went the dresser and got her knickers. I held them open as I put one foot then the other in the leg openings and pulled them part way up over her knees. She stood up, pulling her stocking tops up as she did, then pulled the knickers up to her waist. The leg part just covered her stocking tops.

"I need a bottle of beer and a shot of V.O." she said. "Now be a nice son and get your mommy a drink. Since your father is out of town probably fucking his black haired whore, you are going to sleep with me tonite. I want to play with and suck your long fucking cock."

I went into the kitchen and got two shot glasses, the pint of V.O. and four bottles of beer. When I got back into the living room she was just going to sit down in her easy chair. I put the tray with the beverages on it down on the table and reached up and felt mommies gusset on her knickers. As I suspected, it was already wet. Part of it from not wiping her cunt after she peed and the rest of it was semen running out of her cunt from Frank having fucked her earlier.

I poured a shot of V.O. for each of us and opened a bottle of beer for her. She chugged the whiskey down in one swallow and took a long swallow of beer. She handed me the shot glass and told me to pour her another shot. She chugged that one down also followed by some more beer.

Since she had no bra on I reached over and grabbed a teat and massaged it. She smiled at me and said "It feels good when you play with my teats. Now take off your shorts and boxers so I can see your fucking cock."

I pulled my shorts and boxers down and stepped out of them. My cock was starting to get erect when she reached over and took hold of it. She pulled my long foreskin over the head of it and proceeded to begin jacking me off.

" Mommy. You'll have to be careful or I'll spurt semen and sperm all over your teats and there won't be any for your cunt." I said. " I know you enjoy playing with cocks from what I've seen between you and Frank, but if you want me to fuck you, you'll have to slow it down a bit."

With that, she moved closer to my cock and stuck it in her mouth and began sucking on it in earnest. It felt wonderful the way her mouth moved up and down over my cock. She nibbled on my foreskin then stopped and said "I want you to put that big fucking prick of your in my cunt right now and blow your nuts off inside me. Then I want you to go up and get your lingerie, bring it downstairs and put it on for me. Then we are going to fuck again. Tonite is our night to fuck and play with each other darling. But right now I need to take a huge piss. The beer must have gone through me quite fast, so help me get to my potty."

She got up from her chair and I guided her to the stairs so she could piss in her chamberpot. I pulled her knickers down to her knees and she sat on her potty. It came out of her peehole like a roaring waterfall. As she was pissing she played with my nuts, fondling them gently. When she finished she stood up and I pulled her knickers up tight and wiped her wet cunt with the already soaked gusset. Then I pulled her knickers back down and told her to step out of them.

I looked in the gusset of her knickers and there was a mixture of semen and pee. I took them and put them over the back of a chair in her bedroom to let them dry. Mommies belly and cunt were covered in

a lush growth of coal black hair. She made no effort to hide it from my view. Standing with her stockings pulled up on her thighs without anything else on was a bit sexy, but I went and got a clean pair of sheer white knickers from her drawer.

Taking them over to her I told her to lift one leg and then the other as I put them on her and pulled them up to her waist. I could clearly see her pubic hair through the fabric.

I went back over to the dresser and opened a different drawer by accident and what I saw surprised me. In it were a ball gag and a small leather quirt plus some nipple clamps on a chain. I asked here what they were for and she got visibly upset.

"Don't get them out." she said. "Your father uses them on me when he thinks I have been naughty. He puts the ball gag in my mouth, uses a spreader bar that is under the bed to spread my feet apart then whips me on the cunt and my teats." she said.

"If he thinks I have been very bad he whips my cunt with about ten lashes or my teats about five times. It hurts like hell."

I got them out in spite of her pleading and put them on the dresser. I fgured I could use them later if need be.

Mommy told me she needed another shot of V.O. and I poured each of us a shot. We toasted each other and chugged them down. I opened another beer for her and she guzzled about half of it down.

She sat down on the side of the bed and I stood in front of her with my cock dangling in front of me. She took hold of it, lifted it up, and stuck it in her mouth. She pushed the foreskin back over the head of it and began sucking heavily on it. It did not take long to get erect and then she really sucked on it. I told her if she wanted me to fuck her she had better not make me unleash my pollen in her mouth. Of course, when my cock is erect is curves upward like a scimitar and really reaches different places inside a woman's cunt.

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs wide apart. "Then come and put that long motherfucking cock of yours in my cunt." she said. With that she spread her cunt lips open enough that I could see her big peehole and some of the semen still in her cunt from earlier in the day.

I got in front of her and she took my cock and guided it into her cunt and said "Stick that motherfucker in me and bury it in my cunt."

I shoved all of my cock into her and she gave a loud grunt as I impaled myself in her cunt. I was clear up to her cervix. I knew I had pushed my cock into a differnt spot than she was accustomed to and I just pulled it out and pushed it back into her again.

She wrapped her nylon clad legs around by back and tried valiantly to keep my cock inside her very wet cunt. I gave her about five more thrusts and proclaimed. "You cockfucking bitch. I'm going to splatter the inside of your cunt with as much pollen as I can squirt out of my cock." and I unleashed a torrent of semen inside of her.

I must have given her five or six good squirts of semen and had her writhing on the bed. Her teats had fallen to each side of her chest and were hanging down.

"You mothefucker." she exclaimed. "You put your fucking cock inside me in places no one has touched and it got so fucking big I didn't think I was going to be able to keep it in me." she said.

"I'm so full of semen and sperm it is all going to leak out of my cunt when you take that long fucking cock of yours out of my cunt." she said.

"I don't think so." I said. "I'll put your fucking knickers back on and you can let it leak into the gusset of them. Now get my cock out of your fucking cunt and lick it clean. Then I may have to piss and I may want to piss all over you."

With that I slowly slipped my cock out of her soaking wet cunt and moved up so she could suck my now semi hard cock. She took it in her mouth, peeled the foreskin back over the head of it and began sucking on it. She wrapped her tongue around the head of it and sucked all the remaining semen from the end of it. Then she pulled the foreskin back over then end of my cock so it was hanging over the end.

I got off the bed and grabbed her sheer white knickers and put the openings of them over her feet, pulling them up to her knees as I did so.

She got up off the bed, her big teats hanging down to her ribs as she did so, and pushed her stockings down around her ankles, then pulled them back up again to her thighs. She checked to see that the seams were straight, then she pulled her knickers back up to her waist. Her pubic hair was glistening though the sheer white fabric.

She wanted her last bottle of beer, so I uncapped it and gave it to her. She just chug a lugged it straight down and handed the bottle back to me.

With that I told her she had been naughty and I was putting the ball gag in her mouth. She pleaded with me to not do it, but I told her she should have sipped her last beer rather than just quaffing it down in three swallows.

I went to the dresser and got the ball gag and came back and told her. "Now open your fucking mouth so I can get this in and fasten it."

She reluctantly obliged and I put the ball in her mouth and fastened the strap around the back of her head. I also decided to put the nipple clamps on her since her teats were hanging down so far, so I got those and fastened one clamp to each of her big nipples. She winced a little when I let the clamps come together, but she didn't cry out.

She was beginning to look as though she were my slave.

I went back to the drawer and found a set of leather cuffs which I decided to put on her arms.

She held her hands out in front of her and I slipped them on and fastened them. I took the whip, which had strands of soft leather, told her to spread her legs apart as far as she could without slipping.

I took the whip and gently smacked her cunt lips five times. She whimpered as I hit her, but I knew I wasn't hurting her. Then I gave her a good hard one and she jumped a little bit and whimpered louder. 

Suddenly, the gusset of her knickers began to get wet and I knew she was pissing in them. "You fucking whore." I told her. "You're not supposed to be pissing in your fucking knickers. For that you are going to get five more swats with the whip and if you piss any more it will be five more. do you understand you fucking cunt?"

She nodded her head in acknowledgement and I blasted her cunt with three strokes and smacked her ass with the other two. She began crying but she didn't piss anymore.

I put the whip down and told her to straighten her legs up. I pulled her knicker down to her ankles and told her to step out of them. The gusset was soaked but not dripping wet. I unfastened the cuffs and took the ball gag out of her mouth

"Now you fucking cunt, sit on the bed and get my fucking cock in your mouth. Suck it till I tell you to stop and then get on your back and spread your legs so I can fuck the hell out of you." I told her.

She sat on the bed, gently took my cock in one hand and my nut sack in the other. She pulled my cock into her mouth with my foreskin still hanging over the end of it. She nibbled on the foreskin then began sucking it in earnest. I began getting erect and finally told her to get on the bed and spread her legs open.

She laid down, spread her legs apart then pulled her cunt lips open. I mounted her and drove my prick into her sopping cunt. I went all the way up to her cervix on the first thrust. She cried out and told me to leave my prick there.

However, I pulled it our and thrust in again causing her to moan and then I pulled out once more and thrust it back in as hard as I could.

She cried out and came all over my cock. I released my pent up pollen and flooded her cunt with it. I must have spurted five or six times and I could the walls of her cunt become soaking wet.

I let her come one more time, then I took my cock out and put it up to her mouth. "Now suck the fucking thing clean and I'll give you another shot of V.O. and a beer." I told her.

She eagerly engulfed my cock with her mouth and began sucking it clean, even pushing the foreskin back over the head ot it so she could my head clean too. When she finished she pulled the foreskin back down over the head and wiped the excess semen off of her mouth.

I got off the bed, found a clean pair of sheer black knickers, put them over her ankles and told her to pull them up. Then I poured her a shot of V.O. and opened a beer for her. She swigged the shot down then took a big swallow of beer.

"Everytime I have an erection tonite I'm going to stick my swollen cock in your cunt." I said. "So you need to be prepared to get fucked a few more times because I am exceptionally horny and need to get rid of a lot of semen. Do you undertand what you are supposed to do tonite? If Frank can fuck you every day then I can fuck you a few times tonite. I think that's fair isn't it?" I asked.

She nodded in understanding. I knew she was almost drunk again after the V.O. and all the beer she had drunk.

"Darling, I need to go piss right now." she said. "Will you help me get to the potty so I can piss? I'll suck your cock if you stand in front of me while I'm pissing." she said.

I got off the bed as she sat on the edge. I helped her stand up and pulled her sheer knickers down, noting how wet the gusset already was from all of the semen I had shot in her cunt. She stepped out of her knickers and I led her the few feet to the stairs and her potty. I think she was pissing before she even sat down and it sounded like a waterfall. As she pissed she fondled my cock and put it in her mouth and gently sucked on it.

She finished pisssing and I purposely left her knickers off of her. I took her back into the bedroom and told her to get on her hands and knees with the her knees at the edge of the bed.

What are you going to do darling?" she asked.

"I'm going to mount you from behind like a stallion mounts a mare. You know stallions only mount mares when they are breeding the mare, don't you?" I asked.




Mommy & Me Ch. 01



But before I could mount her she was dribbling piss on the sheets, so I reached over and got the whip and gave her ass three good swats and her cunt two swats. She screamed and hollered as I did it but I told her she was making the fucking bed wet and that she was naughty for doing it. Then I spread her cunt lips wide open and thrust my erect cock in her very wet cunt. She squealed in delight as the cock hit the back wall of her big cunt. I just left it there and wiggled and screwed it around inside her. I felt her warm juices cover my long prick as she climaxed once. Then I pulled it all the way out of her cunt and thrust it back in again. 

She cried out "You big motherfucker. Your cock is playing tricks with my fucking pussy. Even Frank doesn't fuck me this good. Now give me a big load of your 'baby batter' and knock me up."

"I'll give you my baby batter mommy, but I don't think daddy wants you knocked up again." I told her. "As drunk as you are all of the time you can't take care of another baby."

I pulled my cock out once more and as I thrust back in her cunt I began squirting my hot semen inside her cunt walls. She went into ecstacy and wiggled and squirmed around on the bed trying to get my cock inside her cunt even further than it already was. I left it inside her for another minute or so, then told her she was going to get to suck it clean of our juices. However, I was going to stuff a pair of bikini panties inside her cunt opening so she wouldn't leak semen all over the place.

I dismounted from behind her and told her to get her mouth over to the edge of the bed so she could clean my prick off. She sucked it for a minute or so then I got a pair of black bikini panties from her dresser drawer and told her to lie down on the bed. The semen was already beginning to ooze out of her cunt, so I carefully began stuffing her cunt with the bikinis, crotch first so it would have all the semen in it. When I finished I got on the bed and told her to suck my cock some more. If she was good I told her I might give her another shot of V.O. and a beer.

"Oh darling, I'll be good and suck your cock and play with your nuts. Your cock just set me off when you spurted all of your hot semen inside of me." she said. She took my cock in her mouth and began sucking it very gently. She played with my nuts, fondling them very gently.

Finally, she had sucked my cock long enough and suggested I go upstairs and bring my lingerie down and put it on for her. I got my black eight strap garter girdle, dark brown Manhattan heel stockings, black cut out bra, a pair of sheer blue Directoire Knickes, and one inch pumps and took them downstairs to the bedroom.

Mommy sat quietly on the edge of th bed and watched as I slipped my garter girdle on followed by my bra. Then I rolled each stocking down, slipped it over my foot, and pulled it up. They were opera length so they came up nearly to my nuts. I fastened the four garters on each side then slipped on my pumps. Mommy told me to not put my knickers on yet as she was enjoying looking at my cock dangling down my thigh past my stocking tops. 

To show her delight she reached over and fondled my flaccid cock, playing with my long foreskin as she did so. I informed her it was quite late and we needed to get to bed and get some sleeep. But I also reminded her when I woke up with a hard on, she was going to get fucked with my cock again. Now I wanted to nurse her teats.

We laid down on the bed and she turned so she was on her right hand side. I fondled her teat and stuck her nipple in my mouth and began nursing her. I nursed gently and suckled her for about twenty minutes. She oooed and aahed and rubbed my nylon clad legs with her hand. Then I changed and began suckling her left teat.

I must have fallen asleeep because the next thing I knew was sensing her getting back into the bed and reaching for my cock. I felt for her crotch of her knickers and found they were pretty wet. She must have pissed, not pulling her bikinis out of her fucking cunt and the piss dribbled all over them and when she pulled her knickers back up, they got wet too.

She played with my foreskin, pinching it and sqeezing it, finally beginning to stroke my cock. She also rubbed her hand over my nylon covered leg, which also felt very nice. As she was doing that, I pulled a nipple into my mouth and began nursing on her teat again. As I settled into doing that, mommy pulled my foreskin back and began stroking my cock with enthusiasm causing it to become erect immediately. She then reached down and began to fondle my nut sack which was hanging low between my legs.

She stopped momentarily, raised her ass off of the bed and pulled her knickers down to her ankles, kicking them off onto the floor. Then I felt her reach into her crotch and pull her bikini panties out of her cunt and put them on the floor. She told me to stop nursing her teat, and as I did so, she mounted me and slipped my raging cock all the way inside her wet fucking cunt. She was completely impaled on my fucking cock and was apparently enjoying it, as she was ooohing and aaahing as she fucked me. I just laid there and let her position herself on my cock however she wanted to do so.

As she was fucking me, I reached up and grabbed a teat and pulled her nipple into my mouth and began nursing on it again. The longer I sucked her nipple, the longer it became, and I just nibbled on it and pulled at it with my mouth.

"You are just a great big mommyfucker, you big prick." she cried out. "Fucking me like I need a long prick inside my fucking cunt to spread baby batter all around inside and breed me. Just imagine being bred by your own son. Now just keep that long fucking prick inside me so I can climax and spill my love juices all over your long cock darling."

With that I could hold back no longer and blasted my pollen inside her cunt, spurting not once, but six times. I could already feel my semen running down the walls of her cunt, so I knew it was going to be leaking out immediately after I got my prick out of her.

"When you get off of my cock you need to reach along side the bed and find your bikinis so you can stuff them back inside your cunt. Otherwise all my pollen is going to leak out your cunt right away." I said.

As she slipped out of me I rolled over and got off the bed and went around to her side to help her. The first help I gave her was telling her to open her fucking mouth so she could suck all the juices off of my cock. She reached for my cock and stuck it in her mouth and began sucking it clean. Then I took the bikinis and began stuffing the crotch of them back up into her very wet cunt. She finished cleaning my cock off and I went back on my side of the bed, got back in and reached for another teat to nurse. I must have fallen asleep with it in my mouth, because when I woke up an hour later it was lying beside me. Mommy was snoring softly so I reached over and rubbed her stocking clad legs. Surprisingly her nylons were still held up tightly by her roll garters and were up on her thighs. I turned over and went back to sleep.

It was about eight o'clock when we both woke up and the first thing she said was "I have to really piss baby. I want to go out on the side porch and piss cause I can spread it all over the porch." I got up and told her to raise her ass off the bed and I pulled her knickers down and the bikinis out of her cunt. The bikinis were drebched with semen. I hung them over the back of her dressing table chair to dry. She got off the bed, pushed her stockings down, then pulled them back up nice and straight and up to her cunt lips.

I took her by the hand and led her to the side door. She went out on the porch and I told her to spread her hairy legs wide apart so I could watch the piss spurting out of her peehole.

She bent her legs at the knees, peeled her cunt lips wide open, and began peeing. It just dribbled at first, then became a steady stream spraying way out in front of her about four feet.

She hadn't been kidding when she said she needed to piss. She must have pissed for a solid two minutes, then the stream began to ease up until it was finally just dribbling down her stockings, getting them wet too. She continued to dribble with it running down both thighs until I could see she was getting her stockings quite wet too.

"Get down on your knees you whoring cunt." I told her. "I need to piss and I'm going to give you a piss cocktail. Now open your fucking mouth so I can spray your tonsils with hot pee. " I just stood right in front of her and began peeing through my foreskin right into her mouth, a few squirts at a time. She swallowed every squirt I gave her until I finally decided to give her an extra long squirt. I caught her off guard and she sputtered and spewed and spit part of it out.

Finally, I just decided "What the fuck?" and opened up full blast right on her face and teats drenching her in golden liquid. When I finally finished pissing I just stuck my peter at her mouth and said "Just suck the fucking prick clean you whore. Pull my foreskin back and suck the head of it too. If you do a good job I'll give you a shot of V.O. and a cold beer. If you don't satisfy me, I'll give you five lashes with the leather."

She immediately grasped my cock, put it in her mouth and began sucking on it. A minute later, she pulled my foreskin back, exposing a very wet head, and began sucking on it again. After about two minutes, I told her she could stop and I would give her a drink.

I went into the kitchen and got the V.O. and poured a shot and took it to her. She gulped it down and then I got a beer for her. She took a big swig of that and looked at me and said "I have to piss some more dear. Would you like me to piss on you?"

"Well, why not? I pissed all over your face and teats so I guess you can piss on me too. Then we'll take a shower together and soap each other all over." I replied.

We went back out on the porch and I laid down on the floor. She straddled me and squatted down a bit. She spread her cunt lips wide open and the piss erupted from her peehole like water flowing out of a faucet. She pissed all over my cock and nuts, then moved up to my face. I opened my mouth a drank a few golden droplets. Then she was finished and just said. "Now just sit up and lick my fucking wet pussy."

I sat up and put my face in her wet cunt and licked her cunt. She suddenly gave me another generous shot of her hot pee which I drank. Then I licked her peehole and moved up to her clit and sucked on it. Mommy told me that was enough and backed off of me. I got up off the porch floor with my garter girdle, bra, and stockings all soaked from her piss and we went back into the kitchen.

"It's shower time." I told her. I unhooked my drenched stockings and peeled them down my legs, unhooked my bra, and pulled my garter girdle off. I then peeled her wet stockings down her legs and put all the wet clothes together in a heap.

We headed into the shower and I got the water adjusted and we stepped in. I took the soap and told her I was going to wash her all over. She put her shower cap on so her hair wouldn't get wet and I began lathering her back and butt. I washed her getting a nice lather with the soap. Then I told her to turn around and spread her legs open so I could wash her hairy cunt. Just as I was about to begin soaping her pussy, she began pissing again. I told her she was being naughty doing that while I was trying to clean her pussy. She just looked at me and gave me her drunken smile. She finished pissing and I soaped her cunt and in doing so put a couple of fingers up inside her vagina. She looked at me with a quizical look and smiled. I finger fucked her for a minute or so, then took them out and finished washing her cunt and belly.

Mommy reached down with her hand and began fondling my cock and balls as I washed her big teats. I purposely lingered on her nipples, hoping to get them erect so I could suckle on them. They began to get nice and stiff and I lowered my mouth and took her right nipple in it and began nursing her. She swooned a little bit, but I held on tightly to her so she didn't fall.

She decided we needed to ge dried off so we could continue playing with each other back in the bedroom, so we turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bathmat.

I had dried mommies back and the back of her legs and thighs and was on my knees ready to bry her cunt when the bahroom door suddenly opened. I looked up and the first thing I saw were two pairs of legs both encased in nylon stockings. There stood Frank and his wife Marie. Marie was a bit on the big side, but she had a black eight strap garter girdle holding up her sheer brown stockings and a large cut our bra that nicely showed of her ample teats. Both the nipples were engorged and the areolas were sticking out of the open cups, ready to be sucked.

Marie had a huge forest of belly hair, but as I looked at her cunt, I could see it was bare and her cunt lips were hanging down about an inch. She was also wearing a pair of brown leather pumps with two inch heels.

Frank was still in his garter belt and stockings from yesterday along with his one inch pumps. His cock was hanging down with his cockhead still covered. It was quite apparent that both of them had been drinking.

I asked what they were doing and Marie said "My fucking husband told me you had a cock that was longer than his and shaped like a sword and I told him I wanted to see it. So we came over and here we are. Looks like we caught you in the midst of a communal shower. Margart, do you always shower with someone else besides your husband?"

"Now John, let my husband finish drying your mother's cunt and you come over here so I can inspect your man size cock that Frank keeps teling me about. I'm sure he is quite capable of finding all the places that need to be dried since he seems to be rather familiar with her and her cunt."

I got up off my knees, handed Frank the towel, and walked over to where Marie was standing. As soon as I got near her I could smell the alcohol on her breath and knew she was close to being drunk. She pulled me close with her left arm, wrapping it around me, gave me a huge kiss, and reached down and began fondling my cock all at the same time.

She reached over and took a towel off the rack and began wiping the water off of me. When she reached my cock and nut sack, she got on her knees and proceeded to give it good inspection, even peeling my foreskin back. She carefully dried it, then took it in her mouth and sucked on it a few times to make it get erect. 

As Marie was sucking my cock I looked over at mommy and saw she had Frank's massive organ in her mouth. He was standing and as she was sucking him off he was twisting and pulling on her long nipples. The look on her face was as though she were in Heaven and thoroughly enjoying herself.

Meanwhile, Marie was sucking me vigorously and then suddenly stopped and wanted me to help her get up. I grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet and she stumbled over to the toilet, straddled it, and began letting the piss fall out of her long cunt lips. Some ran down her thighs and legs soaking her brown stockings, but most streamed into the toilet. Finally, after about a minute it trickled and then stopped. She motioned for me to come to her and as I got in front of her she opened her cunt lips and said "Now suck my fucking peehole until I pull away from you or tell you to stop."

I got down on my knees in front of her and she spread her hairless lips open as wide as she could. I immediately saw her gaping peehole and fastened my mouth to it and began sucking on it. She wiggled and squirmed and writhed and oooohed and aaaahed like the world was all hers. I tried sticking my tongue into her peehole and that set her off even more. Finally, she just sighed and I knew she had climaxed. She pulled away from me and as I got up she grabbed me and kissed me again, searching for my tongue with hers.

I looked at mommy and Frank and she was just letting go of his massive cock and pulling his foreskin down over the head of it. She stood up and Frank finished drying her off.

Marie said "Now, you two need to get dressed then we're going to have some dinner and drinks and then we will spend the night fucking each other."

Frank went downstairs with mommy and Marie came with me into my bedroom. She looked at my lingerie and said "Oh my. You a much larger selection of things than I would have guessed." With that she picked up my red eight strap garter belt, black Manhattan heel stockings, sheer white Directoire Knickers, and told me to put them on. She looked in my closet and found my black leather two inch pumps and gave them to me to put on also.

I dressed as she watched saying "You must do this often. You certainly know how to put your things on. Now come over here and eat my pussy again before we go downstairs so I can climax again."

I pushed her back on my bed as the spread her legs apart and pulled her long cunt lips wide open. I found her clit with my mouth and sucked on it setting her off in a frenzy. Then I went to her cunt hole and stuck my tongue up in it, then I sucked on it creating yet another frenzy. Finally, unable to sustain herself any longer, she let out a holler and climaxed shaking and squirming on the bed.

I pulled my face away from her cunt and played with her long cunt lips twisting and pulling on them. I told her she should get them pierced and put some weights on them to extend them even further. She indicated that Frank didn't want her to do that although she thought she would like it.

I put my heels on and we headed downstairs. As we reached the bottm of the stairs we could hear mommy screeching like a banshee saying "You cuntlicker Frank. You're making me come all over the place. I'm so fucking wet I don't think I'll ever get dry."

We looked in and mommy had her legs up in the air and Frank had his face buried in her hairy cunt sucking on it strongly. It was obvious he was enjoying eating her pussy and she was in heat with him doing it to her.

Marie said "She looks like a fucking whore who can't get enough man. Does your father ever fuck her?"

I told her I didn't know if he did but I had fucked her several times last night so I knew she was getting cock in her. Marie just laughed and looked at me, then at Frank and mommy and said "I think we all need a drink or two and some dinner. Then we can have a smoke and do some serious fucking and sucking."

"Frank, you cuntlicker. Give it up and get your fucking cock out of bed. Margaret, you fucking whore, get your wet cunt up so we can fix dinner. Then if he is still horny you two can go at it all night while I fuck John."

We kind of all looked at each other in our feminine attire, especially with all of us in high heels. 

Mommy said to me "Take those fucking DK's off so we can all see your fucking prick. Don't try and hide it from us. I'm sure Marie likes it as much as I do judging from the way she was sucking you off in the bathroom."

We all headed out to the kitchen to fix some dinner, have drinks, and smoke cigarettes. As they all went in front of me I checked to see that everyones seams were nice and straight. To my utter amazement I saw that they were. Mommy had also decided to put a cut out bra on so if anyone wanted to nurse her, we could without her teats flopping all over the place.

I got out the bottle of V.O. and shot glasses while Frank fixed salad and hash browns. Marie put the rib eye steaks in the broiler and we sat down to have a drink or two. I poured shots for everyone and we toasted and downed the shots followed by a good swig of beer. I poured a second shot and we sipped this one, except for mommy, who tossed it down in one gulp, and chased it with more beer.




Mommy & Me Ch. 01



"Easy mommy," I said. "You're gonna be fucking drunk before dinner and then you'll feel bad."

"Don't try and tell me how I'll feel you big prick." she replied. "I can handle my fucking liquor and if I want to get drunk I'll get fucking drunk. Frank has fucked me when I've been drunk."

Dinner was put on the table and we all ate heartily as we were hungry. Dishes were cleared and rinsed then we had coffee with brandy and cigarettes. I knew mommy was playing with Franks cock under the table because she used her right hand to drink coffee with, but her left hand was under the table. However, Marie was also playing with my cock so I couldn't say anything. Marie was playing with my foreskin, pinching the end of it and rolling it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger as well as pushing it back then pulling it forward again. I knew she trying to make me get an erection.

Suddenly, to no ones great surprise mommy announced she needed to piss. "Margaret" Marie said, "Why don't you just go out onto the side porch right here, spread your hairy fucking cunt lips and take your piss while we all watch you?"

So, with mommy leading the way, we all went out the side door onto the porch and watched as she struggled to spread her legs wide apart and open her hairy cunt lips. Once done however, the pee began dribbling out of her peehloe, then turned into a torrent of water, running down her thighs and legs soaking her stockings and then straight down onto the porch floor.

When she was nearly finished Marie came and stood in front of her and put her hand under mommy's peehole to catch the golden nectar. She lifted her cupped hand to her mouth and drank all she had captured.

"Delicious." she said as she reached for more. She drank that and then said "Frank, you fucking cuntlicker. Get your balls over here and get down on your knees and lick Margaret's wet fucking cunt. She has pee all over her cunt hair and I know you love to suck her pussy."

Margaret staggered back a few steps and Frank went over to her, got on his knees, and as Margaret opened her cunt lips again, Frank reached up with his mouth and began licking all the excess drops off of her pussy hair. Once she had done that he grabbed her by the ass cheeks and began probing her cunt with his tongue, finding first her peehole, then her clit, sending mommy into a shuddering climax.

Meanwhile, Marie came to me and began fondling and stroking my cock. "I'm going to fuck you silly all night long tonight," she said as she continued playing with me. "I need to see how well you use that long uncut tool you have between your legs. Now while my husband is fucking around with your mother, why don't you begin sucking my titties?"

I pulled her closer to me so I could reach her teats and closed dmy mouth over the right one and began sucking on it. Her nipple grew erect almost immediately and as I sucked , she stroked my cock even harder.

Finally, she let loose and said "Frank, take your fucking whore girlfriend in the house and do what you are going to do with her. I am taking John up to bed and I'm going to fuck him silly all night long. We will be down at eight in the morning for breakfast." With that, we left them on the porch and I took her upstairs to the bathroom.

"The first thing I want you to do baby is wash my bare cunt. But first I need to pee, then you can wash me, then I'm going to pee a little more for you so you can drink it. Then if you need to pee, I'll put my mouth on your peter and you can pee in my mouth." Marie said.

She stood up over the toilet and spread her bare cunt lips open. Her pee came gushing out like a pressure hose that had been cut. It made so much noise as it hit the water in the toilet bowl I thought it was a river flowing over a falls. She must have pissed a full minute and a half before she stopped.

"Now wash my fucking wet cunt baby." she said as I got a washcloth and rinsed it with warm water then put some soap on it. I gently ran the cloth over her cunt lips and in her slit, then rinsed the cloth out and wiped her cunt off. Then I got on my knees and stuck my tongue in her slit and licked her peehole. She began dribbling piss almost immediately. I drank as much as I could then tried to stick my tongue inside her peehole. That must have tickled her because she dribbled some more onto my mouth. Then I went up and found her very large clit. It was almost as big as a tiny peter. I put my mouth over it and began sucking on it. 

"You big fucking cuntfucker." she cried. "That feels so good and I am going to have a huge climax from you sucking on it, but don't stop."

I kept sucking and she had a shuddering climax, almost falling down it was so intense.

Marie told me to let go and to stand up so she could take me into the bedroom and play with my cock then fuck me good. I led her to my room and she sat on the edge of my bed and played with my long foreskin. Finally, she took the foreskin in her mouth and began nibbling and sucking on it before pulling it back to reveal my very red and wet cockhead. I was now totally erect and she told me to get into bed as she laid down with her legs spread wide apart, having kicked her high heels off on the floor.

"I want you to fuck me deep with that fucking prick of yours." she said. "I want that motherfucker deep inside my wet fucking cunt and I want you to fill me up with your seed, even if you knock me up with it.

With that I kneeled between her legs and she guided my cockhead into her gaping and very wet cunt. I drove it deep and hard right to her cervix and as I did so she let out a low pitched scream telling me I was the motherfucker she thought I would be. I continued to leave my cock right there and I could feel her cunt walls get wetter as she climaxed a couple of times.

Then she said "Now pull that long fucker out and push it back in a few times until you spray my cunt with your semen and sperm." I want you to shoot as big a load as you can inside my cunt baby.".

With that, I began pulling out and thrusting back inside. After about ten times I could feel my balls begin to tighten up and I told her "I'm going to flush your cunt out with baby batter."

She must have sensed my climax as she began thrusting and wiggling and as I erupted into her she was wiggling so hard I thought she was going to break my fucking cock off. I must have given her about six shots of semen and then I laid on top of her, both of us breathing hard.

I finally got off of her and she asked me "Do you have any bikini panties in your drawer?" I told her I did and she told me to get a pair so she could stuff them up inside her cunt so my semen wouldn't leak out of it.

I went to my dresser and get a pair of sheer black bikinis and folded them so the crotch was on top and handed them to her. She began stuffing them inside her bare cunt, which was already begining to leak semen out of it. Then Marie reached for my cock and put her mouth over it after she had pulled my foreskin back. She proceeded to suck my wet, red cockhead clean of any remnants of semen, pulling my foreskin back down when she finished. Then I got into bed with her and she placed her right nipple in my mouth and told me to nurse her for a few minutes.

I must have been real tired as I know I fell asleep with her nipple in my mouth. I awoke sometime later and felt Marie next to me with her hand feeling my prick. When I stirred she spoke soothingly to me and told me to just lie still. She played with my nuts and stroked my cock till it started to become erect again.

I reached over and felt her very furry belly and then slid my hand down to her shaved cunt lips. The bikini panties were still in place, so I pulled them out, feeling how wet and sticky they were with all my semen on them.

Marie then quickly got up on her knees and mounted my turgid cock, sliding all the way down on it. I think she came almost immediately as I felt her vaginal walls get wetter. She slipped a nipple in my mouth and told me to suckle her, which I did eagerly. She rode me up and down, up and down, and then sat very quietly with all of my prick inside her as she creamed my cock again.

"I love fucking this magnificent cock of yours." she said. "It is so much better than Frank's and you have so much more imagination of what to do to satisfy a woman my age. Now let me play cowgirl and ride your cock some more darling, then blast my cunt full of uour pollen."

Marie began riding me again and after about three minutes my brain said it was time to pollinate her cunt and I blasted a load of semen into her cunt. She rested on top of me, savoring my cock for as long as she could. Then she quickly slipped off of me and laid down on the bed with her legs stil wide open.

"Now get my bikinis and stuff them back inside my cunt." she said. "I don't want to lose any of your lovely, slippery semen out of my cunt.."

As I got off the bed to retieve her bikinis I brushed my stil wet cock all across the tops of her stockings, leaving a trail of semen across the welt of them. I picked up the panties and walked back to the bed and began stuffing the wet crotch of them back iside her gaping cunt.

Then I moved up to her face where she opened her mouth and pulled my still semi erect cock in and began cleaning it off. I played with her nipples as she sucked me clean, pinching and pulling on them. I must have set her off again becuse I could tell by the way her eyes glazed over she was having another orgasm or two. As she was sucking my cock she was also rubbing her hand up and down over my nylon clad legs as she did.

Finally, Marie was satisfied she had gotten enough cock and told me to get back in bed with her and nurse her teats a little longer. I again took one of her long nipples in my mouth and began nursing her. She purred contentedly as I did so, then finally told me that was enough. She needed to piss. We went into the bathroom and she raised the lid and seat, but straddled the toilet. She stuffed the bikinis into her cunt as far as they would go then began dribbling piss. It started running down both legs onto her stocking tops and continued down her legs. Finally the stream began falling into the toilet bowl and sounded like the spray from a garden hose hitting a puddle of water. She looked at me and smiled as she was pissing. Finally, it began to subside and again trickled down her stockings.

"Looks like I pissed all over my stockings darling. I'll have to have you unfasten them, wash my legs and help me put a clean pair on." she said.

Before I did all of that however, I put my face next to her hairy belly and licked the area around her cunt lips, getting the residue of piss washed away.

Then I began unhooking her garters and peeled her very wet stockings down her hairy legs. It was clear she had not shaved her legs in ages. I rinsed out a washcloth with warm water and put a little soap on it and washed her legs all around, then rinsed and dried them off. I could barely see the edge of the bikini panties she had stuffed into her cunt.

I asked her if she had another pair of stockings with her and she told me they were in her bag. However, it was downstairs so we would have to make a trip down which would give us an opportunity to see what Frank and mommy were doing.

We looked in through the packet doors and saw Margaret on her hands and knees and Frank behind her like a stallion on a mare. He was moving his long prick in and out of her cunt with great force causing mommy to grunt from being pounded.

Both were still wearing lingerie. Suddenly Frank thrust his prick inside of mommy and let go with a quip of "You cockfucking bitch. I'm going to blast your fucking cunt full of baby batter just like you want me to do." With that he just left his long prick inside her until his spasms were complete. Mommy was humping his cock while he just stayed behind her.

Marie and I watched in awe as Margaret kept his turgid prick deep within her cunt, wriggling and squirming like the mare in heat she was supposed to be.

"Frank, you are a complete motherfucker. I love your long fucking prick inside my cunt." she said."Now keep it there and get all your semen inside me, then I'll suck it clean for you."

We watched for a few minutes as Frank let his cock go flaccid then pulled it out with it flopping down against his thigh. Margaret turned around on her hands and knees and took it by her hand and stuffed his head in her mouth, sucking it as she did so. She pulled his foreskin back over his head then licked and sucked on his head, fondling his now spent nuts as she did so.

Marie nudged me and pointed toward the dining room where her purse was. We went into the dining room and she reached into her purse and got a cellophance covered package from it. The package was a new pair of nylon stockings. She took my hand and we went back upstairs to my bedroom so she could open the package and put on some new stockings.

Marie sat in a chair and unwrapped the package. She said "Watch how I put my stockings on darling. Perhaps you will learn something about how to do it better for yourself." I looked at her very hairy legs and ran my hand over the hair.

"It must have been a long time since you shaved them last." I said. "Your hair is very long and very coarse."

"My darling husband made me stop shaving over a year ago." she said. "I can't shave my armpits either but he shaves my cunt lips every two weeks, just to as he tells me "Keep it neat and trim.".

She folded one stocking down to the toes and slipped it over her toes and foot. Then she carefully pulled it up slowly over her knee and up to the top of her thigh. It was fun watching the hair on her leg get matted down by the nylon. She fastened the front garter to the stocking and then did the same thing to the other leg. Then she stood up, fastened the two garters on the sides and told me to finish by fastening the back garters for her.

I finished fastening the stockings to her garter girdle and noticed as she smoothed the stockings with her hands. The heels and seams were black but the nylons were a beige color.Checking that her seams were straight, she slipped her feet into her leather pumps and suggested we go back downstairs to hatch her litle plan with Frank and mommy.

Mommy and Frank were sitting in the living room chairs drinking a beer with a shot glass of V.O. on the table. I could tell it wasn't the first shot or beer that mommy had consumed as her eyes were beginning to look glazed. They were both still clothed and in particular, mommy's teats were sticking out nice and full from her cut out bra. Looked good enough for me to want to suck them again.

Marie asked mommy "Margaret, have you had enough of my darling motherfucker's long cock yet tonite? Have you sucked him off enough or do you still need more?"

Margaret slurred her answer when she replied "I neeeed some, some more of his nice long prick fucking me Marie. I love it that you, you share him with me when, when I need a really good fuck."

"Well drink your shot of V.O. and your beer darling because my Frankie is going to give you one more good fucking before we leave to go home this morning."

Mommy tossed down her shot and quaffed her beer saying she needed to piss before doing anything. Marie helped her out of her chair and guided her to the potty on the stairs.

"Now sit down Margaret, spread your legs wide apart and pull your fucking cunt lips open so we can all hear you as you piss." Marie told her. It sounded like a river going over a waterfall as she pissed. Must have pissed for two minutes, then it abruptly stopped and she was finished.

"Alright Margaret, you get on the bed on your hands and knees. Frank is going to pretend you are a mare in heat and is going to fuck you from behind filling your cunt with his long cock that you crave so much of. John is going to get in front of you so you can suck his long cock while getting fucked, and I am going to be under your chest nursing on you fat teats. So now do you get on the bed or do I have to apply the whip to your ass and cunt?" Marie asked.

Margaret got up on the bed on her hands and knees, spread her legs wide apart and Frank quickly moved in behind her, his very erect prick sticking straaight out in front of him. Marie and I got on each side of Margaret and each taking one of her cunt lips, spread her wide open for Frank to slide his fat cock into her cunt. Margaret squirmed and hollered as he shoved it in all the way, but she was revelling in it. I then got in front of her, told her to open her fucking mouth, and slipped my very hard prick in her mouth. She took one hand and peeled my foreskin back over the head of my cock so she could suck on it too.

Marie laid down on her back, got under Margaret's chect and began nursing one of her big fat teats.

Margaret was humping and bucking as Frank shoved his cock in and out of her wet, gaping cunt, yet being careful to not bite my cock as she sucked on it. I could hear Marie suckling on her teat during all of this activity.

Suddenly Marie screamed at Frank "Fuck her you whorefucker. Breed her with that long schlong cock of yours. Mac knows you're fucking her. Now pump her full of semen and sperm."

With that Frank arched his back, grabbed mommy by the hips, and shoved his cock all the way inside her cunt. She screamed with joy as he unloaded his love juice inside her cunt and said to him, "You big motherfucker. You must have shot a gallon in my cunt. Now get around here so I can finish you off by sucking that huge prick of yours."

As Frank pulled his prick out of her the semen immediately began dribbling out of her cunt and down her thighs getting her stocking tops soaking wet. She then took his dripping wet cock in her mouth and began sucking the remains of the semen out of it, paying particular attention to his cock head.

In the mmeantime, Marie came to me and grabbed my flopping cock and stuffed it in her mouth trying to get one more shot of semen from me. She managed to get my prick erect, but I just didn't have anymore juice left in my nuts. I gave her nipples a couple of squeezes, then told her I couldn't shoot a load again, so she pulled my foreskin back down over the head of my prick and kissed me.

Mommy finally got Frank's massive cock cleaned off and just let go of it, watching it fall down along his thigh. She told me she needed a shot of V.O, and a beer. Semen was stil dripping out of her cunt getting the sheets wet along with her thighs and stockings, but she didn't seem to care.

Finally, it ended and Marie and Frank said their goodbyes and left. I got a pair of sheer light blue Directoire Knickers out of mommy's dresser drawer and slipped them over her ankles and pulled them up to her cunt. Then I laid down on the bed with mommy and let her play with my soft cock until we both fell asleep.

We slept until late in the afternoon when she roused up to piss. I got up and helped her to her potty, pulling her blue DK's down as she sat on the potty. The gusset of her knickers were wet with all the semen that had leaked out and her piss was streaming out of her peehole in a torrent. She finally finished and stood up, but was still dribbling when she did so. I just pulled her knickers back up to her cunt so they could collect the excess that was dripping out of her pussy. I looked at her stockings and saw the tops and upper things were covered with dried semen from when Frank had fucked her from behind.

"Mommy, do you want my long cock back inside your cunt again?" I asked.

"If you get mommy a couple of more cold beers and let me have a shot of V.O. I will want your cock fucking me again baby," she replied.

I went to the kitchen and got four beers from the fridge and took them back to the bedroom. She had already taken her knickers off and was sitting spread legged on the edge of the bed. Her pubic hair was matted with semen and was still leaking.




Mommy and Miranda Ch. 01



As it happened, my sister Miranda had lost her job at the hospital in Texas. She had been waiting around for several months waiting to be called back. She had no money left. So, I went down in my van and picked up her, and all her stuff, to bring her back to our house, until she got back on her feet. We arrived late one evening after a long twelve hour drive from Houston. We put her in the twin bed next to mine.

Let me explain. My wife was disabled with a back injury and needed a special bed to sleep in. She was in another room. We had a three bedroom house, luckily. So my sister was placed in the bed next to mine.

More explanation is necessary. My Mom was in the third bedroom. She had been evicted by a vindictive daughter from her home in Wichita. We had brought her to our home first, before my sister, and she had settled in with her cats, waiting for the time to move-on, I suppose.

We lived in a house built in the fifties, but the builder was old-style. He had put in keyholes, and provided keys, which were immediately lost.

Another stipulation. I was an inveterate peeping-tom. I would even peep on my wife, who was always, when physically able, ready and willing to give blow-jobs until she collapsed from exhaustion. She also loved having her pussy eaten out. And, when her body could take it, she loved a good fuck in her thirty year old cunt.

I had a thirty-two year old cock, my Mom had a fifty year old cunt, and my sister had a twenty-two year old pussy. So we were all definitely of age. I'm not sure what anyone (except my wife) was willing to do sexually, but I was going to find out in the coming weeks!

The strange vacation for Mom and Miranda started out well enough for me. At various times during the day, one or the other of my wife, sister, or Mom would be in the little bathroom taking a piss or a shower. If no one was around, I could take advantage, and peep through the old keyhole. 

This was often the case. Either my wife would be up at the library, or shopping, or my Mom would be in her room watching her "stories", or my sister might be out looking for a job. I had retired on a disability from the Army. In any case, I was often alone with one or the other of the females in my family.

I loved most peeping in on my Mom. I could do that when she was sitting on the toilet pissing, or when she was in the shower, or when she was laying on her bed in the spare-room, watching television. If she intended to stay in there a while she might even strip down to her bra and panties, or even less, to relax as she watched her stories.

I loved my Mom, but I loved her tits and cunt even more. And when the house was empty, and she was settled in, I would jerk off for as long as I could, savoring the moment.

When I brought my sister Miranda home to stay with us in the twin bed next to mine I noticed a little reluctance on her part. She had never been married yet, and she had never had a male room-mate, which I would, essentially, be. To be frank, none of the family thought she had ever lost her virginity. We didn't talk about often, but the subject had come up. 

She had dated in high school, but her boyfriend had be abusive, both emotionally and physically. When I later found out about this bullshit I taught him a lesson he never forgot. So, anyway, we weren't sure if she was a virgin, whether she was bi- or lesbian, or what. It didn't fucking matter anyway, in this day and age, only that she could be happy someday.

One day, when my wife was out shopping, and Miranda was out job-hunting, I was on my knees peeping on my Mom. Finally, after jerking off for a few minutes, she yelled out, "Why don't you just come in, little man?" Little man, hah.

I opened the door and she motioned me to come over to the bed. You realize my cock was still pointing at the ceiling, as hard as stone.

"You have your father's prick," she said, and started stroking it with the experience of a woman who had known a few things about sex.

I took her hand off my cock, grinned, and took off all my clothes. Then, I climbed on the bed and started pushing her slip up her voluptuous body. Looking up close at what I had been peeping at for so long. 

She had the hairiest pussy I'd ever seen. No shaving or waxing had touched this cunt. And her tits, never very large, had that softness only real breasts had, with her large nipples, like little cocks, poking out at me.

I didn't waste time. I went for the gold, after kissing her sexually for the first time. I stuck one finger, then two, then three and finally my whole hand up her cunt, with her moaning all the while. This pussy had been well used. I was going to use it well once again.

"I've been waiting for this for years," she said, and then started coming around my hand.

Enough of this. I wanted some fucking. So, with her pussy massively lubed, I started working my fat cock into her cunt. It wasn't tight, but it was choice, and it was very good. Fucking and fucking, she kept begging for more and deeper. 

I had wanted this since I was eighteen and I fully intended to make this last. So I reamed her pussy for what seemed hours, which it couldn't have been. Just felt like it.

Finally, after she had come several times, I cried out, "I'm going to squirt my jizz!"

"On my face," she cried, "do it on my face. I want to feel it and taste it on my face!"

What the fuck. I was game. More than willing. I pulled out and quickly moved up to her face and began giving her "pearls" of love on her face, in her open mouth, and on her heaving tits. This was more like it! And I knew it was surely going to happen again, because she had enjoyed it so much.

She was completely worn out. She may have been one of the original MILFs. Who knows. I went to the bathroom, got a washcloth, and cleaned her up, except for what she had already licked up and consumed.

That was only the beginning of the good times to come. Now I had my wife and my Mom to use sexually. That left only my sweet, virgin Miranda.

Several days later, after a lot of anticipation, I intended to make my move. My wife had gone to bed early, not feeling well. Mom was also in bed and no light was showing under her door. Miranda was finishing up a shower after a long day of job hunting, and, of course, I was at the bathroom door peeping. It had always been my first love, my first introduction to the world of sex.

She stepped out of the shower and I noticed again all the superlatives about her body. She had always been a runner, so her legs were muscular with lovely curves. Her pussy I noted again was completely bare. She must have done that for hygienic purposes, because we were sure she had never been with a man. She was incredibly shy and had been never lived with any male room-mates. Only some other girls, of the shy kind.

She began to dry herself off, starting with her little, pixie cut hair. Black as coal and cute as hell. Then she moved down to her lovely, aristocratic shoulders. Onward to her little, cone-shaped breasts with their tiny nipples. So cute one wanted to eat them. Down her waist and curvy back to her hairless cunny. That seemed to receive a little extra rubbing with the towel. Finally, those fine, curvy, muscular legs and her little, doll-like feet. She would have been a perfect princess if such existed here. 

I knew that next she would wrap herself in a large towel and come into the bedroom, so I hastily moved from the keyhole and went into the bedroom we shared, got into bed wearing my boxer shorts, and feigned sleep.

As she turned out the bathroom light she was lighted on her way by the night-light in the bathroom, and the lamp we left on beside her bed when one of us hadn't got to bed yet. She entered the room with her unconsciously regal manner. 

She immediately dropped the towel, thinking I was asleep, and put on a teddy. She obviously always wore teddies to sleep in, not quite realizing that one could see right through most of them, seeing all of her assets. It hadn't troubled me a bit, so far.

This was going to take all the finesse I had. First, I rolled over and asked, "How was your day, sweetie?" I wasn't prepared for the reaction. She burst into tears, sobbing like I had never heard before, tears running down her high cheekbones.

I immediately hopped out of bed and wrapped my arms about her. She was some six inches shorter, and I could feel those soft, little titties pressed against my chest. My cock starting growing, but now wasn't the time to let him out. I didn't press him against her.

I kissed her softly as I hugged her to me. I tasted the salty tears. I gave her a soft, gentle kiss, just to let her know she was loved. She returned it tentatively. Then I just held her for what seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"Not really. Just the same old crap. No one needs me. I can't find a job. And I know you're tired of me taking up space here."

"Whoa, sweet girl of mine. Everyone in this family loves you. And you hold a special place in my heart, you do."

Then, pressing my luck, I again embraced her, but with a little more fervor this time, and allowed her to feel my cock as it stuck out. Then I laid her down on her own bed, familiar territory, and we held each other as she finished her good cry. Finally, I gave her another kiss, and this time I felt some special response. 

Her lips were swollen, sensitive, and kissable. I kissed them and she kissed back, a little awkwardly to be sure. She hadn't had a lot of practice. That's what this session was for. To teach her what she should have learned long ago.

This was the beginning. I made sure she was laid out comfortably on her bed. She was quite tense, enough to feel it in the air. But I knew what she needed, and I think she thought so too.

I started with her adorable feet, after discarding my boxers and releasing the "hound." I kissed her feet, top and bottom, careful not to tickle too much, then began working on her toes, sucking them as if they were little tit nipples. She giggled, a good sign.

Then I started working my way up those curvy, muscular legs. Smooth and strong, they needed licking, too. And then, I didn't go for the obvious. Instead, I slowly helped her remove her teddy, as she raised her arms, and became completely naked again. We lay together, my right arm around her shoulder and cuddled.

We then had a good make-out session, as she learned more and more about kissing both American and French styles. Clearly, she was learning something new, and fully enjoying it.

Now was the time to complete the seduction.

I moved my left hand over her breasts, making the tiny nipples come to attention. I kept my right arm around her shoulders as a confidence builder. My left hand had done a good job on her titties, now it was moving to the "mother-lode". I placed my middle finger on her swollen labia an softly caressed them. Then I moved it up to find a cute, tiny clit, hardly protruding at all. I tickled it, and Miranda giggled again. A very good sign.

My probing finger now explored between the labia and found a veritable fountain of juice just waiting to burst forth. This was the real deal. Cunt-fuck here we come. But even now I knew I had to take care and not blow this one time only opportunity.

"Baby-cakes, we're going to do something now that I'm sure you'll enjoy, but if, at any time you want to stop, you just tell me. I love you dearly, and would never hurt you, if at all possible. But something I'm going to do will hurt just for a moment, and will bring you great joy later. Want to try it?"

"I've always trusted everyone in my family. That includes you, especially, after what you've done for me tonight. Let's have some fun!"

We were going to do this old-style. Maybe try something different later. First we were going to fuck looking right into each other's faces.

I got down between her curvy legs, spread them a little more, kissed her little cunny, gave her little clit a lick (she again giggled), then moved my whole body up and over her. I sucked on each little titty, making sure each nipple was still a hard little pearl, and then took my fat cock and pressed slowly and lovingly into her hairless, juiced up pussy. 

Finally, with her panting and enjoying so far, I came to her hymen. One strong ram and it was over. She squealed, then I began pumping and they became squeals of pleasure. I worked that virgin pussy good. Never let it be said that I don't know how to fuck sister pussy!

She was enjoying it so much, as I kept bending over to suck her tits, and fucking the best I knew how, that I don't believe that she would have ever stopped, except for one little thing.

"What the fuck?", I heard and I looked over my shoulder to see my wife in the doorway.

That was the perfect time to start coming, and I did. And Miranda must have thought so too. Her pussy juices started leaking out around my cock.

"Baby, I can explain." And I did.



Mommy and Miranda Ch. 02



So, here's the background. My wife suffers from chronic pain, so she sleeps in her own bedroom. My Mom had joined us a month or so ago after having left the home of my brother, whose wife was a cunt. She had her own room, too. And my sister, Miranda, had joined us later on, sleeping in the twin bed next to mine.

I had spent my whole life as a voyeur, but the past month or so had been heaven. I had been peeping on my Mom, on my sister, and even on my wife. I was an equal opportunity peeper.

During the past month I had been lucky enough to get numerous blow-jobs from my wife, Elena. I had also reached a golden dream and had reamed out the pussy of my Mom. Finally, I had initiated my sister, Miranda, into the joys of sex. She was still a virgin, until this night.

We had been caught by Elena. I wasn't sure if that was unfortunate or not yet. Elena had walked in just as I was shooting a huge wad up Miranda's creaming, no longer virgin pussy. There was no way either of us could have stopped cumming, and I kept cumming until I was dry. Then I pulled out my slimy cock and said to Elena, "There's a good explanation."

Miranda had started crying again. I was sort of lost. Then Mom came slowly into the room, took in the story at a glance, and smiled broadly.

"Thank you little man. You've finally made this family whole."

Elena looked at her, at Miranda, at me, and said again, "What the fuck?"

I was a little conflicted, but Mom took charge. She pushed me over to Miranda and said, "Comfort her, make her feel this was alright."

Then she took Elena in her arms and caressed her. 

"Come with me, Elena, we need to talk."

I took Miranda in my arms and we talked about everything that had happened after she came out of the shower. How I had introduced her to true love, both emotional and physical. How it felt when I had

made love to her whole body, and how she had enjoyed every little bit of it. How she had lost her virginity and had orgasms, so many she had lost count. And finally, how I had cum in her little pixie pussy, and it had been good.

Later, Mom told me what happened in her room with Elena. My wife had always depended upon me both physically and mentally. It was nearly impossible to wrap her mind around me making love to her sister. Now, she found out from Mom, who believed in bluntness, that I had also used enjoyed my own mother's body. It was a lot to take in.

Finally, after having made Miranda feel good about the whole evening, I went into Mom's room and approached my wife, Elena. She was sitting beside Mom on the bed. I knelt down before her and took her hands in mine.

"You have to know, after all we've been through, the pain you've endured and I've tried my best to alleviate, after all the love-making we've done, after all the blow-jobs and fucks," and here she seemed to turn into the shy girl I met in college, "that we are lovers, always have been, always will be. Nothing has changed that."

Then I decided to do something about the situation that might ruin it for all of us, or make it better than ever.

I stood up. I was still buck naked from making love to Miranda. My dick was still slimy with her virgin cum. Knowing what I was about to do, my cock started pointing upward.

I put my hand behind Elena's head, pushing my fingers into her curly, blond hair and pulled her head down toward my prick.

"Suck my dick, bitch," I said, as I always did before a sucking session. This was our little game, started long ago in college. She had always, for some reason, wanted to feel "forced" to do what she actually loved with a passion.

And she complied. She began licking and sucking my cock, with the new virgin juices of Miranda adding to the flavor. There was a fervor there that made me know everything was going to be alright. She even took some time to lick my balls, before returning to cram my whole cock down her throat. That girl could never get enough dick.

All the while Miranda had been watching from the bedroom door. I had heard her creeping up behind me as I had slowly gone into Mom's room. And Mom had never stopped caressing Elena's hair and shoulders with her loving, mother hands.

When I finally came, this time for the second time tonight, there wasn't a lot of cum. Most had gone into Miranda's hairless pussy. But this time was a little different for Elena. She had had an audience to her craftsmanship. She had tasted another woman's cunt juice. And she had really felt like the center of attention. 

This had certainly conflicted with her natural shyness, but I couldn't help noticing that she was looking up at my familiar face with a mouthful of cum and grinning at the same time.

I thought this was good time for everyone to get some rest, and reflect upon the night's events. First, we tucked Mom into bed. She was crying a little, but from happiness. Her family had never been closer, and it pleased her. Then I gathered my wife up in my arms and carried her to her special bed. 

I knew from past experience she would be in pain, so I gave her some medicine and fixed her pillows the way she liked them arranged. I kissed her and told her how much I loved her.

Finally, I went to my own room, where had already climbed back into bed, but not wearing her teddy this time. Things had changed. And I didn't bother putting my boxers back on, either.

We talked for a while as we lay in separate beds. We again went over the events of the evening, Miranda adding that she had really enjoyed watching Elena suck my cock, and wishing she could do it.

"That is definitely now part of the learning experience, my little pixie sister. You'll learn that and a lot more, maybe some things you have never even imagined."

Finally, the house went quiet, and we all went to our own separate dreams, wondering what tomorrow would bring.

We only had the one bathroom in the house. Sharing had worked out well, though. Mom was an early riser from her farm days. Then Miranda would get up and prepare to go out looking for work. After she left, around nine o'clock I'd use the facilities. Finally, Elena, who slept in with her chronic pain to a later hour would get up around ten or eleven in the morning.

After that night I was prepared to really sleep in, but something awakened me about six in the morning. I rubbed my eyes to get them focusing, rose up in the bed, and with the help of the night- light and some sunrise rays was able to see that Miranda wasn't in her bed. This was early for her.

I heard the shower running, so I knew someone was bathing. I was awake now so I decided to try a little peep. I crept into the hallway, peeked into the keyhole, and heard two female voices behind the shower curtain. This was certainly interesting. And after the last few weeks I had no qualms in opening the unlocked door and finding out what was going on.

I drew back the shower curtain. It was Mom and Miranda! And they were obviously in the middle of REALLY getting to know each other, finally. Each had a hand on the other's pussy. I couldn't see how many fingers were up each cunt, but it was more than one. Each had the opposite hand on the breast of the other, enjoying real titty. And they were locked in a passionate kiss.

I wanted so much to join them, but I realized this was a special time for them. Maybe it was about time to release a little of their lesbian side and enjoy some pussy as much as I did.

"Hi," I said. "May I watch? I promise not to touch."

They both jerked apart with some residual guilt, and then began where they had left off, finger fucking and titty squeezing and making out. There was a little shower chair that Elena used sometimes to relax in the shower. Mom sat down on it. Miranda got down on her knees started nuzzling in Mom's hairy pussy.

"Can you find the clit, baby?", Mom asked.

"Yes, brother showed me where everything was last night," she said with a mouth full of pussy. Then she really started getting it, and Mom was humping her cunt into her daughter's face harder and harder, and Miranda was licking and even chewing a little with a new-found gusto.

At the same time Miranda had her hand diddling her hairless pussy. She was learning more and more about sex every minute she was in my home.

I was still naked from bed, not having bothered to put anything on, and, of course, I was working that prick. Jacking off was second nature to me, since I had started being a "professional" voyeur in college. That's how I first saw my wife Elena, through a ground-floor girl's dormitory. She wasn't my first jerk-off subject, and she wouldn't be the last, but she's the one that made me want to marry her.

So, my faithful cock was watching my Mom get her pussy eaten by her daughter, my sister, Miranda. And I was about to shoot some cum on someone.

"Does anyone want to eat some cum?", I asked.

They both begged for it, so I decided to just give them a hose job, and started squirting cum all over Miranda's face and Mom's face. They both expressed joy, licking what came near their lips. Then, beautiful sight, they licked each other's face, for the extra cum, and for the extra love. 

I could see that they were still having fun with each other, so I thought I'd leave them to it and go get dressed in some sweats until I could get a turn at the shower. When they came into the living room later they both had glowing smiles on their faces. 

"I'm going to town with Miranda today," said Mom. "We're going to take a break from her job hunting and do some hunting for some clothes a little sexier, now that she's completely out of her twenty year shell. She needs to show off to the men and women in this town what she has to offer."

"That doesn't mean I'm cut off, does it? I taught her what she knows."

"Don't worry, little man, you'll still get all the pussy you can handle from both of us," said both at the same time. Then they both giggled.

After they left I finished my morning ablutions and went in to see if Elena was alright. She was barely waking up. "Did last night really happen, or did I dream it?", she asked.

"You're still my little cupcake, whatever happened. How do you feel about it?"

"To be honest, seeing you making love to Miranda made me very angry, at first. But after talking with your Mom, and finding out you had made love to your own mother, I felt a little differently. And then, playing with your thing in front of them both made it even more alright. I think I can live with it, as long as there is no doubt that I'm still number one."

You may have noticed, she didn't us any "nasty" words. That was her way. Still shy and a little naive, even after being married for almost eighteen years. When she said "What the fuck?" last night it was a major fluke.

I climbed gently into bed with her, making sure not to hurt her, and cuddled for a long time. Then, she asked me to give my "thing" to her to play with. I took off my clothes, lay down again, and she started jacking me off. I needed a little more, so, as was our way, I put my fingers into her fluffy hair and slowly brought her mouth to my cock.

"Eat it bitch."

And she did.



Mommy and The Delivery Boys



That morning, like all mornings since she had moved to America, Claire Lin wandered around the house, looking for something to do. 

Once an educator in her native Taiwan, she found she couldn't seem to find work in the US and while her husband and daughter continued with their busy and vibrant lives, she was left to fend for herself as a bored housewife. 

She spent part of the morning straightening up the house, doing laundry, but nothing really needed to be done and she quit shortly after beginning. She wandered into the office beside the master bedroom and began surfing the web. 

And before long, like so many mornings, her websearch led her to porn. 

Big cock porn. Black cock porn. Her breathing quickened as she streamed videos of white and Asian girls being ravaged, gangbanged and double penetrated by huge black cocks. She watched them writhe with ecstasy, their orgasms genuine, intense, and longed for such release. 

She opened the bottom drawer in the desk and rummaged around under the various junk until she found the plastic bag that held her toys. With trembling hands she unwrapped the crinkly plastic bag and removed the black dildo, ten inches long and so thick... She held it to her lips as she watched yet another white girl get ravished by a roomful of black cocks, licked the dildo, opened her mouth wide and sucked it. She stood up and dropped her panties to the floor and sat down on the desk chair again, placing the rounded head of the dildo to her labia, slowly working it inside... Oh! Gasping as she worked it slowly slowly deeper.... Oh yes, that's it... come on black boys give it to me... oh yes...

She rode that thick long slab of rubber until she cummed so hard tears sprang up in the corners of her eyes. 

On the computer screen, the black boys continued to humiliate the white girl in their big nasty disgusting gangbang... She looked on with envy. "I need it!' she gasped. 

She reached back in the bag and took out the purple anal plug and tube of lubricant. She put a little dab of lubricant on the plug and leaned back in the seat, putting the tip to her quivering anus. Breathing heavily, she bit her lip and began pushing... it hurt! No... no it hurts... Oh god! she screamed, as her sphincter suddenly split open and the anal plug slid up her rectum... Oh yes, do me do me...

She slid the giant dildo back into her pussy and rode them until she orgasmed so hard she nearly fainted in the seat....

And then the doorbell rang. 

Oh, shit.... Who could that be? She slowly slid the dildo out of her pussy and gathered her breath and decided to ignore the doorbell. Probably just the postman, she figured. She couldn't be bothered to answer. 

But the doorbell rang again. And then a third time. 'What the hell?' She muttered. She didn't bother removing the anal plug stuffed so tightly in her tight little Asian rectum but instead gingerly walked into the bedroom to look out the window that overlooked the front door. On her stoop were three black men holding a large box. The new TV she ordered!

She looked at them- and thought, oh my god—could I? 

Could I really do it?

She wrapped a towel around her sweaty body—the anal plug still up her ass—and walked down the carpeted stairs. Then stopped halfway and turned around; No, I can't! She ran back up the stairs when the doorbell rang a fourth time. What if they left? 

She turned around again and ran down the steps. 

She opened the door to see them already back in their deliver truck, getting ready to depart. 

"Hi!" she called out. The men looked at her, then exchanged glances before opening the truck doors and stepping out again. "Sorry.... I was in the shower, I didn't hear the bell. Do you have the TV?"

Two of the blacks got out the passenger door and stared at her but didn't say anything. The driver walked around the front of the truck and looked at her. "We didn't think anyone was home, ma'am. We got that TV you ordered."

The two workers went to the back of the delivery truck and removed a large cardboard box and began approaching the front door. She noticed them looking at her, licking their lips, and she tried to control her breathing. 

"Come on in...just bring it upstairs.. into the bedroom." She heard the quaver in her voice as the three blacks entered her house, their savage ugliness, their black skin alien, their eyes cold and hungry. She stood before them wrapped only in a towel, scared now, but her pussy so wet... "Just go up the steps there..."

As they walked up the steps she realized she had left her dildo out, and porn streaming on the computer. She paced into the kitchen. What am I doing?! Oh my god I've got to get them out of the house- this is crazy—it's the middle of the morning! She had three black men in her house, she was nude except for a towel, and she had an anal plug stuffed in her ass. 

She desperately looked around the kitchen for something to cover herself with—the dishrag? No...

The anal plug kept distracting her—she couldn't think straight- she couldn't decide what to do. 

She heard them walking around upstairs, then their heavy boot-treads stopped right above her head. She knew they had discovered the computer and the streaming video. 

What am I doing? 

The footsteps started again, and she heard them tromp down the stairs. 

Panicking, she backed into the corner of the kitchen as they walked through the doorway. 

'All done?' She asked brightly, wrapping her arms around herself. 'Thanks for that guys! I really appreciate it... let me get you a tip.'

They stared at her, their ugly animalistic eyes watching her like lions watching an injured gazelle. No one said anything. 

She couldn't breathe... 'Where's my purse? I'll get you a tip.' 

'We don't need no money,' one of them said. 

She looked at them, terrified. 'Are you sure? It's no trouble. Just let me get my purse.' 

She tried to pass through them, but the driver, a big buck with thick lips and big hands, grasped her about the shoulders. 

'What are you doing? Don't touch me!' She said. 

He smiled at her. 'We don't need no money, ma'am, but there is one thing you can do for us.' 

'What are you talking about? This is my house! Oh no,, what are you doing? Don't pull your cock out in front of me! Oh my god!....'

The driver unbuckled his pants and undid the zipper and reached inside and pulled his cock out. She stared at the swollen monster dangling before him. 

'It's beautiful..' she murmured... 

He grinned at her. 'Suck it baby.' 

She glanced at each of them in turn—saw their hunger, their lust... and fell to her knees and grabbed onto the thick meat. 

'Oh god..' she whispered as she took the massive head between her lips and tasted his salty smelly thickness, felt his girth spread her jaws—its head going further back along her tongue—tasting the hole of his cock with her tonsils now—gasping for air and then releasing it, dripping with her saliva. 'Oh my god..' Drawing a deep breath, she saw another huge cock dangled before her.. She took that one in her hungry mouth, and then the third... 

The towel fell off her body as she kneeled before them nude and exposed sucking on each of their cocks, surrounded by cock...black cock heaven... 

They lifted her onto the kitchen counter island, lay her back. She looked at them, biting her lip, tears in her eyes as she spread her legs. "don't hurt me... please, don't hurt me..." 

The driver shuffled over to her, his pants around his ankles ahd took her head in his hands and kissed her. "we won't hurt you, mommy...." She spread her legs wider and he crouched before her to lick her smooth shaved Asian pussy. She relished his tongue in her pussy and when he grasped the anal plug in his teeth and pulled she nearly screamed. He let the plug drop to the floor and then lined his massive ten inch cock up and slowly inexorably slid deep into her soaking pussy. She lay back on the cold counter and tried to stifle her moans. She closed her eyes until she felt a suspicious tap on her cheek; looking over, she saw another massive cock in her face. she took it in her mouth and sucked desperately as the driver pumped his long shaft all the way to his ball sack. She felt another big cock in her hands and masturbated as yet another orgasm surged through her. 

The driver started pumping faster and faster and she looked up and said, "cum in me baby yes that's my baby cum in my pussy!" 

And he did, with a roar. She felt his creamy load surge through his cock and pump into her gaping sopping wet pussy. 

"Oh yes that's my boy that's my boy cum in me..." 

The driver laughed and pumped some more and then withdrew. One of the workers then lined up between her legs. 

"Do my ass.. please do my ass..." 

And he grinned and lined his massive cock- even thicker than the driver's—up with her wet slick anal passage and began pressing upwards. She gasped, louder, "No... its too big.. oh my god its too big.. Ow!!!" and she did scream as his thick girth popped her sphincter and began its slow sticky slide up her rectum... it was the biggest cock she ever had in her anus—it felt like it was ripping her in two—and she loved every second of the pain

she thrashed her head and screamed again and cummed so hard that she squirted all over the black mans belly as his big cock get sliding deeper and deeper into her rectum...

"Its too big too big..." and she cummed again, again squirting all over him, the men laughing and cheering her on. 

And then this one cums with a 'Hell yeah', strong jets of thick goo squirting up her anus. She thrashed around on the cold marble countertop nearly having spasms as she cummed again and again. 

And then it was the other workers turn. The first worker slid his massive cock out of her anal passage with an audible 'pop' and let his crewmate take over. The next worker slid his cock into her pussy quickly, causing her to cry out in pain, and then grasped her under each knee and lifted her up. She grasped him around the neck and kissed his thick lips as she rode his huge cock and cried, "Yes, do me like this," as she felt the hands of the driver on her back and his cock presented to her cum-dripping rectum. 

And that was when she reached her own orgasmic nirvana; two massive black cocks one in her pussy, the other up her ass. She screamed so loud she couldn't believe it and when she saw the third one filming her with his iPhone, she screamed and creamed again, juices just pouring out of her, cumming so hard she nearly passed out. 

She felt the driver cum up her rectum—smooth thick sweet cream for her anus, and she thought, yes, this is it, this is exactly it....this is what I live for....

The driver withdrew from her anus and the worker replaced him once again in her ass. and they all fucked her again and again until they had their fill and left her huddled on the cool kitchen floor begging them not to go. She had thick goo dripping out of all her holes and caked in her hair and dripping down her lips. 

But they left anyway. She fell asleep on the floor there for a time. When she awoke she stood unsteadily and wrapped herself in the long abandoned towel and thought, what have I done? What is the matter with me? She caught a glimpse of herself reflected in the polished refrigerator door and saw how beautiful she looked, with her hair sticky and her eyes naughty. 

'Yes,' she told herself, 'yes, this is me. I'm a black cock anal Asian slut milf. 

This is me... '

And she walked in a golden glow up the stairs to the shower and redemption.



Mommy and The Delivery Boys Pt. 02



She positioned the rear view mirror so she could see herself, her slanted oriental eyes, her mane of thick black hair, and tried to find the woman she used to be in her face. 

Before last week she had always been a good girl; a good wife, a good mother, a good teacher. But that all changed last week when she... when she allowed those deliverymen - black deliverymen - into her house... The things they did to her, made her do... Sucking on their incredibly long, thick cocks, nude and submissive before them, taking their cocks in all of her holes on her very own kitchen counter! She had violated the very sanctity of her home... What was happening to her? Why was she doing these terrible risky things—things that endangered her family and her life? 

But what she wanted more than anything in her life—to get cock, as much cock as she could, she couldn't think of anything else—she thought of her gangbang with those black delivery men incessantly—a prayer during coffee, a dream while shopping, in the afternoons- sometimes in public restrooms—masturbating with a dildo!

She couldn't stop—and only seemed to be getting worse. That gangbang only proved she had a big problem and really needed help. 

She halfway sighed, halfway laughed. "But I don't want to stop..."

She felt good being like this! She knew in her heart she had never felt such freedom—and such lust! She was consumed with thoughts of sex—even casual social encounters had started to take on sexual undertones, and every time she so much as glanced at a black guy on the street, she knew that he knew... that she was ready... she was waiting... And she so so wanted it!

What was happening to her? 

The mall parking lot was quiet, mostly empty in mid-morning, the day dark with looming clouds. Her breath quick and shallow, she leaned back on the seat and slipped off her panties. 

Sighing, she spread her legs and touched the thickly swollen lips of her pussy. 

With the car windows up and the radio down, the world was muffled, with only the gentle slurp of her painted fingernails stroking her labia disturbing the quiet. Someone walked past the car; she paused and pretended to reach for the radio. When the person had passed by, she reached into the bag beside her on the seat and took out a large dildo, eight inches of thick black latex. She leaning over on the seat and kissed and licked the rubbery device. Her eyes warily scanned the parking lot and her hands shook with anticipation as she positioned the dildo between her legs and slowly slowly penetrated herself. 

Her moans slowly built into a whispered chant that sounded like fuck me. Heat filled her body, her heart rate picked up. Yes... She licked her fingers to lubricate them and slid them across the wet crease... that's it... that's what I want... 

She put the dildo away and came up with a string of plastic beads; anal love beads. She loved these things; just another dirty little secret she had (she seemed to have so many lately). She found a bottle of lube in her bag and dropped a dab onto the largest bead and rubbing the lubricant over all the others. She placed the tiny little first bead to her rectum and shivered with delight. The next one slid in so smoothly, but the third was a little tight. By the fourth, she was glistening with sweat and biting her lip. By the fifth she was shaking and moaning. By the sixth, she was nearly crying until her sphincter opened up and swallowed the inch diameter bead and she yelped and cummed, squirting all over her hand, bucking and sobbing. 

She inhaled, shivering, thinking she should just put the key back in the ignition and go home and play with herself...

No! she told herself. 'I've waited all of my life for this. It's now or never.' 

She gave herself the once over in the rearview mirror—slanted eyes, high cheekbones, mane of lustrous black hair- and got wet all over again. She was Asian in America- she knew what men wanted and what men wanted were girls like her... No, not girls like her. 'Me. That's what men want.' 

These dirty bastards with their big cocks... she pursed her lips into the rear view mirror... it's not my fault! Their cocks are so big and I just can't help myself, she whined to herself, and then burst out laughing. She air kissed her reflection, opened the car door and headed out across the parking lot. 

Just then, the clouds parted and the bright mid-morning sun caressed her legs, bare below her tiny denim miniskirt, tingling her naked wet pussy and her sphincter gave a naughty twinge around the anal bead ring that made her gasp slightly. The air smelled wondrous, and she felt that anything was possible. A light smile graced her lips and as she passed people on the sidewalk, everyone turned and noticed her and their eyes lit up and they smiled back... 

She looked at men frankly and thought; I'm a naughty girl...I have anal beads in my ass and I'm looking for black cock... I'm a slut...

Doors were held and she was good morning-ed to by many and she realized that no, she wasn't being selfish, not at all. Her sex, her hunger, her beauty, was something she could selflessly give to the world... to bring love and huge cock penetrations to so many with... porn? Her face lit up unconsciously, and a middle aged fat guy passing her happened to catch the look and stopped dead in his tracks, the sudden bulge in his pants impressive, his face bushwhacked. She bit her lip demurely as she passed by. The man didn't follow and she felt bad for him. He was probably a good guy. He needed love too... she could help him through porn.. doing porn movies...

Yes!... She walked up the escalator and hoped that her ass showed to the people below, the little loop for the anal beads visible. I'm a slut I'm a slut...

She walked casually slowly through the mall, glancing around and noticing all kinds of nice buff young guys... ummm... she sighed as she casually peered around at the sporting goods stores and clothing stores, young men working dead-end jobs... they noticed her too and she felt their eyes on her legs like caresses. Her breathing quickened and she fought urges to pull up her tank top, to show her flat tummy, to get on her knees...

Every store in the mall seemed to have them... gorgeous young men, so many how could she choose? Her head spinning, she kept going down the mall, looking desperately for a bathroom... she was so horny she couldn't think straight and she needed to masturbate before she could do anything!

She saw a merry go round built into the end of the mall under a huge glass sunroof, bathed in morning sunshine. The scene looked so sweet and innocent that tears came to her eyes as headed towards it. 

As she got closer, she realized the merry go round had a sign out front that said, "Closed for Repair." And then she saw two men in coveralls and with tool boxes working on it. Two black men, one older and thicker about the waist but strong and other young, skinny and tall. 

They both turned to her. "Help you, ma'am?" The older one asked. 

"Hi. What's wrong with the merry go round?" 

"Nothing. They just close it down once a month for maintenance. It works and all." 

"Oh. I'm so sad it's closed. I love merry go round! I wish I could ride it.' 

The older man nodded thoughtfully while the younger one's eyes widened. 

'You'd love to ride it, is that so, ma'am?' 

She glanced down, suddenly afraid of the implications of his question, and then smiled shyly. 'I would. I really would.' 

'Well,' the man looked at the other man and they shrugged at each other. 

He turned back to her. 'How about we give you a ride? A special one just for you?'

'Really! That'd be so great!'

The opened the gate and the older man reached out to her and took her by the elbow. Her heart quickened at his touch and she glanced at him shyly and he caught it. She leaned in to his strong grasp and let him guide her to the deck of the merry go round. 'Any one horse you want in particular?' The older man asked. 

There was a blonde one, a red one, a blue one... And black one. 

'I'll take this one,' she practically whispered, her breathe gone out of her as she reached to the plastic pony. 

She pretended not to notice the glance the older man gave to his younger cohort. He led her to the plastic horse and lightly touched her bare leg, to let her know which one she was to put into the stirrup and she felt his hunger; she moaned softly, her sphincter dilating and for a panicked second she thought a bead might slip out.

'Are you ok ma'am?'

She smiled and relaxed into him, letting her body fall against his, feeling his strength, feeling his turgid thickness through the coveralls. 'Yes, I'm ok. Can you help me get on?' 

He put his around her waist and helped her mount the black steed as she focused on keeping her rectum tight. She sat and the cold plastic made her squeal and she shyly smiled at the man. 

'All set?' He asked. 

She nodded, biting her lip with anticipation. 

The music started up and she was off, riding the black pony around, all by herself, the center of attention.

She looked across at the men and felt their eyes devour her and she got wetter and was embarrassed now by the slick smear of girl juice she was leaving on the hard plastic seat of the merry go round. Her eyes locked onto the older man's and her breath stopped. 

"Look at you-- you're just a little princess, aren't you?" he said. 

And with those words she knew that he knew her, knew her at her deepest, most profound level, knew her for her addiction to pain, to humiliation, to large penetrations filling her rectum, stretched with huge cock. Her sphincter throbbed around the anal beads inserted snugly up her ass and only increased her hunger for anal penetration. Her eyes clenched shut and the world went nuclear blast white, her orgasm exploding through her in a hot surge of ecstasy that sent her flying, flying, flying... She caught herself on the pole at the last instant, the sharp explosion echoed and faded and she opened her eyes and glance sheepishly around. The merry go round had already completed a turn. The men stared at her slack jawed and wide eyed and she knew they had seen it. Her face, already hot, flamed with shame, the seat, her skirt, even her inner thighs all wet and sticky; she had squirted!

Oh my god! she whispered. What am I doing?

The merry go round slowed down and stopped and the older black man jumped on the deck and approached her. "Are you alright ma'am?" he asked, concern written on his face. 

She looked into his eyes, searching for approval, for acquiescence. "Yes..." she whispered, clutching the pole, tears of shame springing up at the corners of her slanted eyes. He stood beside her and placed his hands on her shoulder; her pussy pulsed in response. She looked into his kind eyes. "I'm sorry... I made a mess..." she whispered, biting her lower lip. She lowered her eyes. 

He put his hand to her face, cradling her jaw. "It's alright, princess. It's alright."

She rested her face against the cool dryness of his work-rough hands. "You're sure?"

"Of course, my little girl. You had quite a ride. Maybe you want to come into the office in back and sit down for a little while?"

'Ok,' she replied meekly as she let herself get helped off the merry go round horse, luxuriating in the feel of the man's hands as his palm traced the curves of her ass through her skirt. She glanced around and noticed a number of shoppers had stopped to stare and she felt her shame burning hot in her cheeks. She prayed no one in the crowd recognized her, hiding her face behind her thick mane of black hair, holding onto the strong arm of the older black man. 

He led her into a small hallway set behind the merry go rounds operator's booth, situated so passersby would hardly notice it. The hallway led directly to locked door with the name plate "Maintenance Room" fixed above it. 

The man paused briefly to reach into his coveralls pocket and retrieve a huge ring of keys. 

'Wow, that's a big ring...' she murmured. 

He smiled and chuckled, 'Yes, it's a big ring of keys alright...' 

She giggled a little as he found the key and pushed open the door. He reached in and turned on a light switch, revealing in its dim yellow glow a small grimy space filled with workbenches and tools and greasy rags. 

'Well, here you go.. it's not too nice but we got fuck all else...' 

She smiled wanly. 'It's ok...' she held onto his arm. 'I like it.' 

'Well come on in... here you go, sit right down here and tell me what's on your mind. You seem like you got a lot to say.' 

She sat in the cheap plastic lunchroom chair. She glanced shyly at him and swallowed. 'It's just... I don't know myself anymore. I think about sex... so much. So much...'

He stared at her with solemn eyes. 'Go on.' 

'Well, it's just... I used to be so good. But now all I can think of is sex... and.. oh god I can't even say it!' She buried her face in her hands. 

She felt his dry hands on her own. 'There, there, little princess. You're among friends. What is it you can't say?'

She peeked out from above her long lovely fingernails and sniffed. 'Well, last week I let these guys in my house.' 

'Yes?'

'Well, it was a bunch of black guys. And I sort of... well...'

'Go on.' 

'I had sex.'

'You had sex?'

'Yes...' she nodded slowly. 'Sex. With all of them. Together. You know?' She whispered, " 'gangbang'!"

He nodded gravely. 'I see. And how do you feel about that?'

'That's just it. I mean, I wasn't right before it happened anyway... or else I wouldn't have done it. I thought it would satisfy me; make me calmer, less, you know, horny. But it hasn't! It's the opposite...I'm worse than ever. And now all I want is cock!"

The older man rubbed his chin with big pink palm and considered this dilemma. "Well, I have to say, I have some experience with your problem. I think maybe I should have a look at your... uh.. vaginal area... I could probably tell you more about what you're going through..."

She nodded tentatively. 'You really think so?'

'Sure... it's nothing serious... here, you put your tiny little fanny right here.'

He cleared an area of the workbench of its power tools and wrenches and such and spread today's newspaper across it. She meekly complied, standing up and letting him grab her about the waist, lifting her onto the papers.

'Now, show me your little pussy, princess.' 

His words alone brought tears to her eyes as she leaned back onto her elbows and slowly spread her legs. She looked at him, her pussy dripping as she felt his eyes drink her in. 

He stared at her and inhaled. 

To be continued...



Mommy: Becoming My Daughter's Slut



Summary: A Mother attempts to become her daughter's Mommy-slut.

Note 1: A special thanks goes to Anne for our many conversations over the past couple of years and the idea for this story...which is not as much fiction as one would believe.

Note 2: Same goes to my loyal and dedicated copy-editor Estragon.

Note 3: Lastly, same goes to Goamz86 and LaRascasse for their suggestions.

1. The Surprise of My Life

I came home a day early from my most recent author's conference, I am a semi-famous author in a dying book industry, and was greeted with the surprise of my life. I put my suitcase down, too exhausted to deal with it at midnight after being gone for four days, and staggered up the stairs dying for some shut-eye in my own bed. I reached the top of my stairs and was stunned to hear the clear sounds of a girl's moans. My weary eyes went wide and I froze in my spot. My daughter's door was slightly ajar and I slowly crept to the small opening and peeked inside. I was taken aback. My daughter was naked, her legs wide open on her bed, with a girl between them. I couldn't tell who it was, but she was clearly licking my daughter's vagina. My 18-year-old daughter's moans began to get louder and then I was stunned again.

"That's it slut, lick my cunt!" my daughter demanded.

I almost gasped, but caught myself at the last second. I continued watching, unable to take my eyes off the lesbian act. My daughter's moans increased and she ordered, "Lick my asshole, slut!"

My daughter turned onto all fours, luckily away from the door, and I watched in voyeuristic awe as Chloe Malloy, our Reverend's shy geeky daughter, crawled out from my daughter's legs and moved submissively behind my daughter. She spread my daughter's ass cheeks, leaned forward and began licking my daughter's asshole.

My daughter purred, "Good girl, you are such a good little pet. You love rimming my ass, don't you?"

"I love it, Mistress," the petite, shy, Chloe, eagerly replied, barely interrupting her assault on my daughter's asshole.

The scene should have disgusted me and disturbed me. My motherly instinct should have taken over, but instead, a different instinct took over, and I felt my hand, with a mind of its own, going under my skirt, going inside my already damp panties and directly to my pussy. I began rubbing myself slowly while I watched by daughter, who was a spitting image of me when I was eighteen, dominate her 18-year-old classmate. A couple of minutes later, my orgasm just beginning to bubble, my daughter suddenly stood up and went to her walk-in closet. I quickly moved away to avoid being caught. When I peaked a moment later she had a strap-on dildo wrapped around her petite waist. The domino shock effect continued as one stunning surprise followed another.

Returning to the bed, my daughter's firm ass in clear view, she demanded, "Come suck my cock, my slut."

Chloe quickly crawled over to the edge of the bed and took the plastic cock in her mouth. Chloe bobbed back and forth on the cock eagerly like a cheap slut. I just couldn't in a million, trillion, years fathom any of this:

1. My daughter being a lesbian.

2. My daughter being a dominant lesbian...although the dominant part doesn't surprise me...she has always been a powerful, stubborn personality, like her father was.

3. Chloe was a lesbian and a submissive one at that.

4. My daughter had sex toys?

How Chloe became my daughter's slut was unfathomable. How had the Reverend's shy, reclusive, daughter ended up naked, on my daughter's bed, sucking a plastic cock?

As I pondered this, my daughter continued her verbal assault on the young submissive. "How would Reverend Wells feel if he walked in right now and saw his precious innocent daughter turned into a complete submissive dyke?"

Chloe moaned onto the cock, clearly turned on by the verbal humiliation.

"Ready to have your slutty box fucked?"

Taking the plastic dildo out of her mouth she begged, her usually quiet voice adamant and eager, "Oh God yes, Mistress, fuck my slut box with your big cock."

"Using our Lord's name in vain, my slut? You really are a bad girl," my daughter teased, climbing back onto the bed. She lay down on her bed and demanded, "Climb on, slut. Worship what you really love."

Chloe quickly straddled the cock and my daughter and lowered herself onto the big cock. I watched amazed as the erect stick slowly disappeared inside the petite girl. Although I was far away, I assessed it was an eight-inch cock and quite thick, bigger than anything I had encountered in a very long time.

My hand sped up between my legs as the Reverend's daughter began to bounce up and down on the big dildo. I suddenly wished that big cock was in me and slid two fingers easily inside my oven of lust.

Chloe's moans were loud and I wondered how many times my daughter had devoured Chloe. And were there others in my daughter's harem of sexual debauchery? "Oh God, yes, I love your cock Mistress. Thank you for making me your slut," Chloe absurdly thanked her, a few minutes into the fucking.

My daughter began to meet Chloe's strides by bucking her ass up and this seemed to drive Chloe crazy. "Oh my God, Mistress, fuck me, yeeees!"

"Who owns your cunt?" my daughter asked.

"You do, you do, Mistress," the little church mouse moaned.

"Say it!" my daughter demanded, "Say the word cunt."

Chloe's breathing was getting erratic now as she half moaned-half screamed, "My cunt, your cunt, you own it. Oh God, fuck, oh, oh, oh, God, do with it as you please, Mistress."

My daughter picked up the pace and was now really bucking up and down and into her sub's pussy. My own hand was frantically pumping in and out of my needy pussy as I watched the sexy scene of submission.

The faster paced fucking finally put Chloe over the top. "Oh Goooooooooood, fuck your slut Mistress, oh my, oh my, oh my, uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I watched as Chloe climaxed, her whole body pulsating, as she leaned forward and my daughter continued to thrust the plastic dildo in and out, hard and deep.

My own orgasm was building and I closed my mouth tight and gritted my teeth to prevent the scream that my body desperately wanted to release.

My daughter discarded the dildo, flipped Chloe onto her back and straddled the still coming girl's face demanding, "Make your Mistress come."

Chloe weakly leaned up to meet my daughter's pussy and the shy girl licked eagerly.

Unable to hold back my crescendo of pleasure, I moved away from the door, leaned against the wall and fingered myself to my long overdue and much need orgasm. As it spread through me from my toes all the through my body to my cheeks, I imagined it was me riding my daughter's big dildo. It was me being called a slut. The image was vividly real, me begging to be my daughter's slut, begging to be a whore.

The orgasm finally simmering, I refused to peek back again, but heard my daughter's orgasmic cries, "Oh yes, slut, keep licking, yes, yes, oh yes, yeeeeeeeeeeeees."

I waited until her screams of unbridled pleasure were done and sneaked back down the stairs. I paused for a couple of minutes to regain my composure before opening the front door and slamming it shut. I called, "Kaylee, I'm home."

I heard shuffling upstairs and my daughter, clearly frantic, a strange shift after seeing such dominance just a few seconds ago, called back, "Mom, you are home early."

I began walking up the stairs as I responded, "Yeah, I was sick of hotel beds."

I reached the stairs and Kaylee was in a robe and Chloe was in a pair of Kaylee's pyjamas. Kaylee hugged me. We had always been pretty close, especially since her father, my husband, died.

I saw Chloe, feigned surprise and greeted, "Chloe, what a pleasant surprise to see you here."

"Hi, Mrs. Pierce," Chloe replied, barely making eye contact, back to her shy self.

"Well, I don't know when you two started hanging out, but I approve. You will be a good influence on my daughter. She seems too often to find herself in trouble," I said, the irony of the statement known to all of us secretly.

"Mother," Kaylee replied, her devious smile crossing her face, "I don't search for trouble, it finds me."

"It doesn't have to search too hard, does it?" I countered back.

"Well, I think I am a good influence on Chloe," my daughter countered my counter.

"Reeeeeally?" I teased, although I knew exactly what kind of influence she was. "Do tell."

"I have opened her up to a whole new world, haven't I, Chloe?" my daughter answered, the double meaning meant only for Chloe, but I understood completely.

"Yes, she has, Mrs. Pierce," Chloe answered meekly, her cheeks going ruby red.

"I would even say she is a completely different girl," my daughter pushed, making Chloe's cheeks go ruby red.

"Would Reverend Malloy approve?"

"Well, probably not," my spunky daughter admitted, "but we wouldn't want Chloe to live her whole life sheltered like that chick in 'A Walk to Remember', would we?"

"Her name was Jamie, if I recall, and are you comparing Chloe to a girl dying of cancer?"

"No, well yes, Chloe was dying of boredom, so I have helped release her from her chains of oppression," my daughter quipped with a smile, unaware that I could read between the lines of her naughty sexual innuendo.

"Chains of oppression?" I mimicked and laughed. "You are a hoot. Just don't you be getting sweet little Chloe involved in any of your trouble-making, Missy."

"Oh, she is sweet, indeed, sugary sweet," my daughter replied, again the secret meaning not so secret.

I ignored the temptation to be witty back and yawned, "Well, I am exhausted. Kaylee could you please lock up, I don't think I actually locked the door."

"Sure thing, Mom," Kaylee obeyed, and began going downstairs, "Come on Chloe, we should make some hot chocolate and then maybe watch 'A Walk to Remember'."

I shook my head and went to my bedroom. Getting undressed and into my cozy pyjamas I slipped under my covers and into bed. Lying back, my mind was a muddled mess. I tried to figure out how to deal with this situation. Do I ignore it and pretend it didn't happen? Do I confront her and deal with the bombshell that would surely follow? And lastly, why did it turn me on? It could be that I hadn't had sex with a man in over a year. It could be that I have always been submissive in the bedroom, and watching such a sub/domme relationship was a top-of-the-line turn-on, as it rekindled desires long caught in the cobwebs between my legs; or it could just be that I had never seen a couple have sex in real life, never mind two girls, especially if one was my daughter. Yet, that didn't explain why at the peak moment of my own orgasmic joy it was my daughter I imagined submitting to.

Even though I was exhausted, I tossed and turned the next hour. I heard them giggle like the school girls they were, and briefly wondered if the whole thing hadn't been just a figment of my imagination. Of course, though, it wasn't. Eventually, my body way past exhaustion, I slipped into slumber...a slumber that included a new recurring dream...my daughter dominating me.

2. OBSESSION

Next morning, I decided to pretend it didn't happen, but over the rest of the weekend, every time I saw my daughter, all I could envision was her naked, her with a strap-on dildo and her taking control of me.

Monday came and she went to school and I stayed at home to write. I am an author of two fantasy novels that have done very well. My husband died tragically five years ago and I was left a considerable amount of money from his insurance, allowing me the luxury to be a stay at home mom and a full-time writer.

I tried to write for a couple of hours, but I never got more than a sentence done as my daughter kept flashing in my mind. Curious, I decided to snoop in her room. I went to her room and directly to her walk-in closet and started searching. Under some clothes was a decent sized store-away box. Pulling it out, I opened it and searched through her shocking array of toys and outfits which included the strap-on I saw her wear the other night, a second smaller and thinner strap-on, handcuffs, a blindfold, anal beads, three different sized vibrators, a double-ended dildo, a collar with a leash, an anal plug, a variety of lotions, black boots, a leather skirt, a plethora of different coloured stockings and more.

I was aghast. I mean I am no prude. When Jerry was alive we did not have vanilla sex. He was clearly in charge and I was clearly the submissive. We role-played a variety of different scenarios and he had used all three of my holes many times. Although I didn't love anal sex, the feeling of utter submission that came with it was what got me off. He would put a small butt plug in my ass and then take me out for a dinner with friends; he put a vibrating egg inside me and turn it on and off during Kaylee's grade eight graduation celebration. He had me dress up in thigh high stockings and a skirt short enough that if I bent at all anyone could tell what I wasn't wearing; he made me blow him at a movie theatre; again, it was clear, he was the Master and I was the sub. Oh, how I missed that! I had been on a few dates since his death, but the men were either too vanilla, or too aggressive. I could never find one that was just right. Goldilocks and the three bears had become a parable for my non-existent sex life. When my second novel became rather popular, I turned into a minor celebrity, and my search for a man who could please my unique kinks became impossible. It had been over a year since my last man and over three since I last had an orgasm from sex with another person. This doesn't justify what I ended up doing, but it may at least explain it a bit.

I put the box away and returned to writing. An hour of staring at a blank screen and I decided I might as well do what always helps me deal with stress...clean the house. I know this probably sounds strange, but cleaning the house was mindless work that somehow relaxed me. I started my laundry, swept, mopped and vacuumed, before I went to clean Kaylee's room. After cleaning her room, I grabbed Kaylee's laundry basket and took it downstairs. I began putting her dirty clothes in the laundry when I grabbed a pair of pink panties. I don't know why I did it, I really don't, but I moved them to my nose and took a whiff. The scent of her soiled panties was intoxicating in a way I can't even begin to explain. I suddenly wanted to taste her, to submit to her. It made no sense, but it was how I felt. Leaning against the vibrating dryer that I had started moments ago, I closed my eyes, my daughter's soiled panties in my face and I began pleasuring myself with my free hand.

As I furiously rubbed my swollen clit and sniffed in the mesmerizing scent of my daughter, I envisioned my daughter making me her sub. She was taking me over her knee and spanking me for smelling her panties, making me kneel on the floor and clean her feet after cheerleading practice, having me lick her pussy until she came all over my face, and I even imagined rimming her asshole just like Chloe had done. These naughty thoughts of submission, mixed with the vibrating machine and my daughter's dried cum, made me cum like a horny slut. As my orgasm spread through me, I kept rubbing my clit and moaning over and over again, "Yes, Mistress."

Eventually, I was spent and I tossed my daughter's panties and the rest of her clothes in the washing machine and went back upstairs a dishevelled mess.

I tried to write again, but my writer's block was frozen in time. I sighed and began to search the net. I logged into yahoo chat hoping to chat with my online Mistress. I know that sounds absurd, an online Mistress, but role play is fun and she seemed to understand my submissiveness and my desire to open up, although I wasn't sure she would understand my new desire.

Evesub: Mistress, you around?

Now I should also note, that I had never been with a woman sexually before. I had kissed a friend at the bar rather passionately while drunk in college, but doesn't every girl have a story like that? Oh sure, I knew when a woman was attractive and on rare occasion my sex dreams would include submitting to some pretty girl I had met at a book signing or something, usually a young college girl, but I had never even once took those dreams seriously. That said, I had role-played online many times a variety of lesbian trysts, almost all of them involving me being a sub to some domme. The safety of the role-play assisted in me exploring my sexuality and keeping me sane when I couldn't find a real man to pleasure me.

I waited with anticipation over twenty minutes while I read my other e-mails and lied to my agent about how close I was to finishing my new novel. Finally, she responded.

MsAnn: How is my kitty?

Evesub: Confused.

MsAnn: How so?

Evesub: I caught my daughter in bed with another girl.

MsAnn: Oh my? And...

Evesub: Well, she didn't know I saw them, but she dominated the girl.

MsAnn: Really? And...

Evesub: Well...

MsAnn: Well what, my kitty. You know you can say anything to me. There is no judgement.

Evesub: I don't know it just seems so bizarre.

MsAnn: Bizarre is in the eye of the beholder my dear.

Evesub: I know, Mistress. It's just this makes my other fantasies seem vanilla.

MsAnn: Vanilla...oh my dear...you are anything but vanilla. Maybe neapolitan, maybe rocky road, but definitely not vanilla.

Evesub: But this is wrong.

MsAnn:What is?

Evesub:The fact that I have suddenly began to fantasize about my daughter.

MsAnn:What makes it wrong?

Evesub: It is incest!!!!!!!

MsAnn: Do you have any idea how many people I know who are involved with their children?

Evesub:No! How many?

MsAnn:Dozens...including one you know really well...

Evesub: You?!?!?!

MsAnn: Yes!

Evesub: Seriously?

MsAnn:Yes. My daughter and I have been lovers for years and have shared her husband on many occasions.

Evesub: Wow!

MsAnn:It is not wrong...it is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Evesub: How did it happen?

MsAnn: Truthfully, I walked in and Kris was on my bed, naked, with one of my dildos still inside her.

Evesub: No way!

MsAnn: I woke her up and told her to go to bed in her room and I would be there in a few minutes

Evesub: And??????

MsAnn: You are not a patience one are you?

Evesub: They say patience is a virtue, I have never seen any evidence of that.

MsAnn: I went into Kris's room to have my chat with her and asked her what the hell was she thinking. She floored me with her answer. She said the same thing you and Janna ( lady down the block) do every Monday afternoon. She said she had seen us a few times and thought it was ok for her to use it also.

Evesub:: Wow!!!

MsAnn: What could I say? My mouth sat open and nothing was coming out.

Evesub: When did u end up fucking each other?

Ms. Ann: About a week or so later. She was talking about masturbation and asked me if I ever did it. I told her I did it everyday. She asked about Janna and what she saw us doing and eventually asked if I would show her how to do it. I asked her what she meant by that and she said how 2 women do it.

Evesub: Did this surprise you?

MsAnn: Yes. And like a damn fool I fell for it

Evesub: She seduced u?




Mommy: Becoming My Daughter's Slut



MsAnn: She leaned in and kissed me. Next thing you know we were taking our clothes off and exploring each other with our hands. I laid her down and started kissing her from her head to her toes.

Evesub: Mmmmmmmmmm

MsAnn: But didn't touch her nipples or pussy. Finally, I worked my way back up and started sucking her nipples and pinching them some

MsAnn: Lighting tugging on them

MsAnn: Then moved down to that beautiful pussy of hers

Evesub: Must have drove her crazy?

MsAnn: It did.

MsAnn: I was kissing her lips and she moved so I was kissing her clit

MsAnn: Then she put her hands on the back of my head and held me there till she came

Evesub: OMG!!!

MsAnn: Then she wanted to try it with me so I laid back and let her take her time

MsAnn: Not being in a rush

MsAnn: I told her to take her time and explore me if she wanted too. She eventually made me come..HARD...and the rest dare I say is history!

Evesub: I think I want your history.

MsAnn: Well I think I can help you with that.

Evesub:???

MsAnn: It is interesting that she is domme and you are sub.

Evesub: How so.

MsAnn:Well, since you have not been able to find a man to fulfill your desire to submit, maybe you don't need a man at all...maybe you have what you need right under your roof.

Evesub: But even if I wanted to submit and I am not saying I do, although I have come more than once thinking about it, how would I even begin. It's not like I can say, um Kaylee will you dominate your Mother.

MsAnn: Agreed, that would be a bad plan. But I can help you!

Evesub: You can?

MsAnn: Yes, you are not the first woman to come to me wanting to submit to her daughter.

Evesub: Really?

MsAnn: Yes. I assisted another woman, from the UK, a couple years ago and now she is a live-in pet with her daughter and husband.

Evesub:No way!?!

MsAnn: WAY!

Evesub: What would I do first?

MsAnn: You start small.

Evesub: How so?

MsAnn:You start doing small things for her.

Evesub: Like what?

MsAnn: Well you compliment her.

Evesub: easy enough.

MsAnn: You bring her things like food and drinks. You pretty much become her maid.

Evesub: I already am her maid!

MsAnn: Well, now you enhance the servitude.

Evesub: OK.

MsAnn: Also, you start wearing just a robe when you get home.

MsAnn: Not a terrycloth one either, but a short silky one.

Evesub: Ok...wouldn't she think that was strange? I am more a get home, get in pyjamas kind of girl.

MsAnn: She might, but that is ok. Remember you want to submit to her so you must fit into the part by acting like the sub you want to be.

Evesub: Understood.

MsAnn: Wait on her.

MsAnn: When she gets used to this then we will move on to stage 2

Evesub: Stage 2?

MsAnn: That is for me to know and you to find out once stage 1 is done.

Evesub: Yes, Mistress.

MsAnn: Soon, you may have your real own Mistress...a live-in one at that. How convenient.

Evesub: We will see. Not sure she will go for it.

MsAnn: If she is a real domme, she will go for it, but because you are her mother she may be tentative at first. It will be more work than a normal submission.

Evesub: K...I will obey your suggestions.

MsAnn: Of course, you will, kitty.

Evesub: I need to get back to work.

MsAnn: Go. Keep me up to date.

Evesub: Of course...

I logged off and contemplated Ann's advice. Everything she suggested was simple, although the robe was a bit much. I decided for the next few days I would attempt to wait on her every whim, and dress each day a little more provocatively. Looking at the clock, I had a couple of hours before she would be home, so I went and changed into a different outfit. I got out of my comfy home wear and into a black skirt, pantyhose and a white blouse that showcased my still at forty firm 36C breasts. I looked in the mirror and decided to let my hair down, my blonde hair cascading down my shoulders. I put on lipstick and make-up, something else I never did when lounging around at home. Once done, I finished laundry and cursed that I had washed all my daughter's soiled underwear when I suddenly had an urge to smell her intoxicating scent again.

Finally, I sat at the keyboard and wrote a new chapter about weakness and how my protagonist could use his enemy's weakness to make him submit...of course not in the same sort of devious sexual debauchery I had in mind.

I had written three new pages and was pecking away on a fourth when the door opened and closed and my daughter, still in her cheerleader's outfit, arrived home.

3. THE FIRST STAGE

"Hey Mom," she said, flipping her shoes off and collapsing on the couch.

"Hey, darling," I replied, "you look exhausted."

"It is a sauna out there today," she answered, "I thought I was going to pass out."

I went to the couch and sat down beside her. Realizing this was an opportunity to start my seduction of my daughter toward my ultimate submission, I asked, "Would a foot massage help?"

She looked at me surprised, since I had never once offered such a thing, but she wasn't one to say no to such an offer and turned and placed her legs and feet on my lap. "Oh yes, I would love one."

As we watched a rerun of 'How I Met Your Mother', I slowly massaged her feet. At a commercial break she asked, "Why so dressed up?"

I shrugged, "I think I am going through a mid-life crisis. I felt like I needed to look good, even though I haven't left the house all day."

"You look nice," my daughter complimented.

"Thank you, Kaylee, you always look beautiful," I replied, attempting to compliment her.

She smiled, "I know. I am ridiculously hot."

"Agreed," I smiled back.

I continued the massage for a few more minutes as Kaylee relaxed and closed her eyes occasionally letting out a soft moan. Knowing I was giving her pleasure gave me a chill up my spine. Eventually, she said, "I need a shower. Thanks for the foot massage."

"Any time," I replied, hoping she'd accept my offer again.

I went to make supper, and contemplated what I should do next.

The next week, I did as Ann suggested. I ended up giving her a massage every day when she got home from school, I brought her drinks while she was watching TV, and continued to compliment her. I could tell she was confused by this new attention, but she seemed to like it.

When she was at school, I went to her laundry basket and pulled out her most recent pair of panties. Each day the scent was slightly different, but each one had my pussy tingling. I pleasured myself every day on my daughter's bed while using her panties as an aphrodisiac. Each day my orgasms got longer and more intense and my fantasies of submission became more elaborate.

Evesub: I have served her for a week.

MsAnn: How so?

Evesub: Massages of feet. Bringing her drinks...etc...

MsAnn: How about a full body massage?

Evesub: Not yet. I have also worn somewhat sexy outfits each day

MsAnn: No robe?

Evesub: Not yet.

MsAnn: Do it tonight! Is that understood?

Evesub: Yes, Mistress.

MsAnn: Good, then come see me and we will begin stage 2.

Evesub: Yes, Mistress.

MsAnn: And no panties under your robe.

Evesub: What?

MsAnn: You heard me!

Evesub: Ok?!?!

MsAnn: Good night.

Evesub: Night.

I sighed, but did as told. I showered ten minutes before I expected her home so that it was logical to have a robe on.

When she got home she collapsed on the couch and snapped her fingers calling, "Mom, foot massage time."

Already she felt entitled, and I could already feel the traditional mom-daughter power hierarchy shifting. It should have frightened me, but instead it made my pussy wet. I sat on the couch and she instantly plopped her feet onto my lap.

I obediently took her foot and began the massage, this time moving my hand to her calf and rubbing slower. I suggested, taking a risk, "Your muscles seem tight, sweetheart. Do you want to go upstairs and I can give you a full massage?"

She looked at me with a surprised look on her face, but agreed. "That sounds wonderful."

Once in my room, I suggested she lay on her belly. She did and I crawled on top of her, my naked pussy only inches from her body. The next twenty minutes I massaged her neck, shoulders, back, lower calf, feet and finally her buttocks.

She asked, "Mom, what are you doing?"

"Just doing a thorough job," I replied, acting innocent.

"Well, that you are doing," my daughter replied.

A couple of minutes later, my daughter got up and said, "Thanks Mom, that was amazing."

I stayed in my robe and made supper. It was Friday night so she got dolled up and came downstairs in a black skirt, matching pantyhose and a vintage 80s t-shirt.

I complimented, "You look amazing, dear."

"Thanks, Mom," she replied.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I teased as she got ready to leave.

"And what would that entail?" she shot back.

"Oh, your Mother used to be a bit crazy too, you know?"

"Reeeeeally," my daughter responded, having piqued her curiosity.

"Yes, reeeeeeally," I mocked. "I was once a teenager too."

"I suppose you were," she joked, "although I can't imagine you as any sort of rebel."

"Well, one day I will tell you stories that will have your head spinning," I teased.

"I will take a rain check," she smiled, giving me a hug that seemed just a tad longer than our usual mother-daughter hugs.

"We'll see," I teased back.

Her dominant tone, breaking through just a bit, she said, "You can't just throw it out there and not be willing to tell all, Mommy."

I shrugged, attempting to be aloof as my daughter disappeared out the door.

Five minutes later I was logging into my computer.

Evesub: I wore the robe and gave the full body massage.

MsAnn: And...

Evesub: And she allowed me. She seemed to think it was odd, especially when I massaged her ass.

MsAnn: Did you do anything naughty.

Evesub: No. L

MsAnn: Good...you can't move this too fast.

Evesub: Agreed.

MsAnn: Where is she now?

Evesub: Out with friends.

MsAnn: You are ready for the second stage.

Evesub: Thank you, Mistress.

MsAnn: Ask her to help you pick up clothes to wear.

Evesub: Like go shopping?

MsAnn: Yes.

MsAnn: Tell her you are ready to start dating again, but you don't even know where to start to be fashionable.

Evesub: LOL. That would be true...I wouldn't have a clue. I am still stuck in the 80s.

MsAnn: Then you can tell her how much of a help this is.

MsAnn: And in doing so tell her how much you like her doing this

MsAnn: After a few times tell her that you would like her to pick them out on her own and you will wear what she picks out

Evesub: slow self manipulation

MsAnn: yeah

MsAnn: start giving her more control over you

MsAnn: if she brings it up tell her the truth...how much you love having her do things like this

MsAnn: it will bring you two closer

MsAnn: This stage can all include asking her if you can do different things

Evesub: like?

MsAnn: like does she mind if you run to the store

Evesub:?

MsANn: and does she want anything while your out

Evesub: aahhhh

MsAnn: but start asking her if you can do different things

Evesub: like

MsAnn: letting her stay up longer and get away with more things

MsAnn: maybe having her call you Evelyn and not mom

Evesub: OK

MsAnn: but give her a little more control each time

Evesub: yummy

MsAnn: her ideas will override yours

Evesub: Ok...

MsAnn: Then we get to the final stage...stage 3.

Evesub: It is the weekend, I will ask her if she can go with me tomorrow or Sunday.

MsAnn: Good kitty

Evesub: Meow.

Evesub: I am so horny.

MsAnn: Go get a toy from your daughter's special box you told me about and get yourself off thinking about what you want to become...need to become...MUST become!!!!

Evesub: Yes Mistress

I texted my daughter: "Honey, want to go shopping tomorrow?"

She texted back: "What for?"

I replied: "I need a new wardrobe!"

She answered: "Sounds fun!"

I scurried into my daughter's bedroom and first went into her laundry basket. I pulled out some fresh panties from my daughter's laundry and felt her dampness still in them. She had clearly pleasured herself before going out. Had that been because of my massage? Oh, I hoped so. I placed them on the bed and went to her walk-in closet. I rifled through her box, grabbed the strap-on dildo, and returned to her bed. I envisioned myself being in the same submissive position Chloe had been just a week ago. I sniffed the panties and wanted to drown in her scent. I don't know why I did it, but I put the panties on my head with her sticky crotch plastered on my nose and mouth. The look would have been mortifyingly inexplicable if someone were to walk in on me, but all I cared about was pleasing myself. I got on all fours and fucked myself awkwardly, imagining it was my beautiful 18-year-old daughter wearing the strap-on pounding me from behind. I was encased in her delightful scent, and I began lapping her leftover sticky residue like a puppy cleaning a dinner plate. The talk with MsAnn, mixed with the thought of submitting to my daughter, mixed with the panties on my head was too much and I came like the slut I wanted to be in only a few minutes. I collapsed on my daughter's bed, the toy still in me, as I allowed the orgasm to make its way through my body. Time stood still as I imagined the submission...complete utter submission. I dozed off eventually, still with my daughter's panties on my head and her toy in my cunt. I looked at the clock. It was after 12:30 her curfew was one. I frantically got out of her bed, cleaned the toy to hide any evidence of my indiscretion and went to bed an anxiety-riddled mess.

Ten minutes later, I heard the door open and I let out a huge sigh of relief at how close I had come to being caught. How would I have explained that? My horniness calmed, I suddenly wondered if I was ready for what I was currently considering. Once I followed through, there was no turning back....

4. THE SECOND STAGE

I woke up early, showered and waited, shaking anxiously about shopping with my daughter. Being Saturday, Kaylee didn't wake up till after ten. She came down in her flimsy robe and my mouth suddenly watered. I asked, "So how was last night?"

"The usual. A lame party. Lame boys trying to feel me up," she flippantly replied. I poured her some milk and handed her a plate of her favourite chocolate chip pancakes.

Throwing it out there, I replied, just inches from her perky breasts, "I can't even remember the last time I was felt up."

"Mom," she gasped.

"What? It's true."

"I just assumed you got your nookie while on the road," my pretty daughter wrongly assumed.

"I wish," I sighed dramatically, "I think I may actually have cobwebs on my cunt."

Kaylee actually sprayed milk out of her mouth. "Oh my God, Mom. TMI."

"TMI?" I asked, confused.

"Too much information," she replied.

I shrugged, "I apparently better get some soon or I may turn into a lesbian."

"Oh Mom," she said her facial expression briefly one of curiosity before she shifted to all sweet and supportive, "You are a very beautiful woman."

"As if?"

"You better be. I look just like you," she teased.

"Well when you put it that way," I smiled back.

The rest of breakfast was about prom and her upcoming midterms. Finally she said, "Give me half an hour and we are going shopping."

"You still want to?" I asked.

"Well, apparently I need to help my mother get laid."

"Oh my God," I gasped.

"It's OMG," she corrected.

"What is?" I again asked confused.

"OMG is Oh my God," she replied smiling, "I need to teach you a lot."

She disappeared to get ready and I cleaned up, my pussy tingling and all my reservations fading with it.

Kaylee grabbed the keys, grabbed my hand, which made my pussy get excited instantly, and led me to the car. The whole drive she gave suggestions of things to try and stores we would go to. I had no idea what she was talking about most of the time and I didn't recognize half the stores.

We arrived and I followed her into the mall and into a fancy, yet clearly younger type, store. She went to the back and right to the skirts. She grabbed a plaid skirt and handed it to me. "Go try this on Mom."

"Yes, honey," I replied, trying to be submissive, without being obvious.

As I was changing into the skirt she tossed over a white blouse that looked a size or two too small. I got dressed and looked in the mirror. I looked ten years younger. I looked sexy. I looked kind of slutty. I walked out of the dressing room and my daughter said, "Hmmm, Mom you look absolutely sexy."

I blushed, swimming in the compliment of the daughter I wanted to submit to. "Thanks, sweetheart. You have amazing taste."

"I know, I really do," she said, with a smile.

"Can we get some more and a few outfits for when I do book tours?" I requested, like a daughter would a mother.

"Sounds like a plan," my daughter smiled.

The next three hours included a dozen stores, a couple dozen new outfits and two thousand bucks on my credit card. I thanked her profusely for all her help and for spending the whole day with her old bag of a mom. She replied that I was still pretty hot for an old bag. I hit her playfully, pretty excited by the progress made. I gave her a big hug, lingering longer than I usually do before returning to our car.

The next week I dressed at home in outfits she had chosen. Getting ready to leave for a brief two day speaking engagement I asked Kaylee, "What should I wear for the meet and greet?"

"Do you want to look professional or sexy?" my daughter smiled, teasingly, something that had become more common of late; subtle, yet clear, sexual innuendo, each sending a tingle down below.

"Both, of course," I quipped back.

She went to my room, me following behind her, and she quickly pulled out three outfits. "Each of these showcases your sexy body, Mom, but is not outwardly slutty." She paused, "Of course, you can wear stockings instead of pantyhose and the things I gave you to feel sexy underneath your semi-sexy business wear."

"Thanks, honey," I said, again pulling her in for a hug.

"You're welcome, Mom," she repeated, her hand on my sides, her fingers just barely touching my ass.

I paused, before attempting another shift in our relationship. "Honey, you are an adult now and I would like you to call me Evelyn."

"Really?" she asked, clearly surprised.

"Yes, Kaylee. I don't want our relationship built anymore on the traditional mother-daughter hierarchy. If anything, sometimes you should be in charge."

"What do you mean?" she asked, her head seeming to be spinning in circles.




Mommy: Becoming My Daughter's Slut



"Well, your fashion sense for one. You have rekindled my feeling of sexy, something that had flamed out years ago."

"Well, Evelyn," she began, seemingly already revelling in the shift, "with me at your side I will make you sex-a-licious."

"Just like you," I flirted.

***

I returned from my trip, again early, hoping and praying to catch her in the act again, but was disappointed to see she was not home. I felt I was definitely ready for the third stage.

5. THE THIRD STAGE

My daughter showed up early in the morning and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me in the kitchen making breakfast.

She stammered, "Y-y-you are home early."

"And you are home really late," I countered, all Mother like.

"Um-yeah, I stayed the night at Chloe's," she admitted.

Deciding I too could play the sexual innuendo game, I replied, "Hmmm, were you making her sin?" I also allowed my robe to open a bit, allowing my daughter a look at my creamy white skin.

Her face went beet red and I knew she had again been playing with Chloe and that she noticed my so-called accidental showcase. She admitted she was still tired and was going to bed and I waited till she left to log on to my computer.

Evesub: You there Ms. Ann?

I waited impatiently for over an hour, before MsAnn responded.

MsAnn: Sorry, just getting ready for work. Are you ok?

Evesub: I am ready for stage three.

MsAnn: U r, r u?

Evesub: We went clothes shopping, she picked them all out for me, etc. I have her calling me evelyn...I think I am ready.

MsAnn: Ok...

MsAnn: You must now tell her that you trust her and you will now wear whatever she tells you to

MsAnn: and while all of this is going on you will be telling her how much you want to be like best friends and talk to each other

Evesub: Smart...I think I have already implied that

MsAnn: You will tell her some things about your sex life

MsAnn: And you will say words like fuck, cunt and tits

Evesub: Oh my, not sure I could say such words to her

MsAnn: You will!!!

Evesub: Yes, Miss, but how does one eventually cross the threshold?

MsAnn:?

Evesub: I meant how will she know I am willing to submit to her...MY DAUGHTER???

MsAnn: well once you started talking like friends and she's picking out your clothes you can then tell her how much you love being told what to do ( don't say by her ) just that you love it

Evesub: Right

MsAnn: You will tell her you like having others control you how good it makes you feel

MsAnn: How happy you are that she's doing this for you

MsAnn: She in turn will most likely ask you to start doing other things real small at first

MsAnn: But you will do them anyway

MsAnn: And act pleased to do them

MsAnn: Let her know how happy you are to do things for her

Evesub: Ok

MsAnn: You can make the comment how much you like having her tell you to do something

MsAnn: Maybe tell her to not ask you but just tell you

MsAnn: Then it's just a matter of time

Evesub: Wow

MsAnn: This always works...

MsAnn: I'm a student of human nature

Evesub: I am so wet now!

MsAnn: Come for me slut. Right now.

Evesub: I am rubbing myself.

MsAnn: I need to get to work...good luck slut.

Evesub: Yes, Mistress

Evesub: And thank you!!!

When Kaylee got up, I told her, "It really has been great spending so much time with you, Kaylee."

"You too, Mom," she smiled.

"It's just, I don't have a lot of friends, to talk to," I sighed, "and I haven't been fucked in so long I think my cunt may not work anymore."

"Mom," my daughter, mock gasped. "Such language! I should take you over my knee."

I responded quickly, "That used to get me so turned on when your Dad was still around."

"Really?" my daughter asked, surprised, but seemingly very curious.

I blushed red, realizing how much I was voluntarily sharing with my daughter. "I-um-I mean, all my characters are strong females, real feminists and sometimes at home I just wanted to be treated like a...." I paused purposely, my daughter listening intently, before finishing, "slut."

"Oh my God, Mom," my daughter replied.

I apologized, "I'm sorry dear. The last thing you need to hear about is your Mother's lack of a sex life. But I really have no one else to talk to."

Kaylee gave me a big hug, her hand definitely lingering on my ass this time, "Mom, you can tell me anything. And our next goal will have to be to get you laid."

My red face went redder and after she let go of the warm embrace, I asked, "Will you choose what I wear each day?"

"What?" she asked, taken back by the question.

I kept my head down acting sheepish. "It's just since you help me with my clothes I have felt more sexy and confident. While at my conference I was giddy with excitement at how naughty I was underneath even if no one else knew and well, every morning I sit in my room humming and hawing what to wear, it would be so much easier if it was a decision I didn't have to make."

A spark lit in my daughter's eyes and she answered, using my first name this time, "If you want me to, Evelyn. But be warned, I will probably push you a bit in out of your conservative style."

"Push away, Kaylee. I am your Barbie Doll, dress me as you please," I answered, giving away power piece by piece.

Kaylee paused a second thinking before she spoke with a smile that hinted at something more, "Oh, this will be fun."

Every day for the rest of the week, Kaylee laid out my clothing for me. While nothing was overtly slutty, each was definitely sexy and used to showcase my body. It was both exciting and liberating to allow such a choice to be made for me. Each day when I was dressed, Kaylee would assess my outfit and give me a compliment, which only enhanced my eagerness to submit to her unconditionally.

Over the next few days she also began asking me to do more things including:

-bringing her drinks...including a beer once

-asking me to massage her feet every night when she got home

-asking me to paint her nails (both feet and hands)

-asking me to go to the mall and get her some make-up when she ran out.

It was clear I was her personal servant, her maid, and I loved it. It was then that she pushed it even further.

She said, "Evelyn, please come to my room."

I followed her into her room, where she rifled through her closet until she found a leather black skirt. She ordered, her tone not dominant, but a command nonetheless, "Get undressed, Evelyn."

Although excited to obey, I acted nervous, as I slowly took of my t-shirt and jeans.

"The panties and bra too," she instructed.

My hands were now shaking out of excitement, as I unclasped my bra and slid my panties off.

"Fuck, you have an amazing body," my 18-year-old daughter complimented.

I blushed, "But my tits already sag a bit."

"Oh Mom, your tits are deliciously perfect," she said, walking over with the skirt.

Continuing the critical assessment of myself I said, "And my ass used to be my best feature."

My daughter now behind me, put her hands on my ass and said, "Oh Mom, it is still one of your best features."

"You think so?"

Her warm breath on the back of my neck, "Oh, I know so."

"Now help me get this skirt on you," she suggested. Slowly like a meandering snake, the skirt slowly moved up my legs, her warm breath hitting all over me. I wanted to beg to be her slave right then and there, but knew I had to be patient.

"What about panties?" I asked.

"At home, you will not wear any underwear," she informed me, the power shift moving up one more level.

"Ok," I instantly agreed, too willingly.

She went to the closet and returned with a white t-shirt. She handed it to me and said, "Put this on."

"Isn't it too small?"

"Maybe," my daughter shrugged, realizing that while I was seducing her, she was seducing me.

"Ok," I replied submissively, "I trust you." It was a struggle to get on, but once on it held my breasts firmly and you could easily see my nipples through the fabric.

My daughter smiled, staring at my two protruding nipples in the thin white fabric. "You look fabulous."

"Thanks," I replied, acting shy and self-conscious.

My daughter, playing right into my hands, complimented me, "You look absolutely delicious."

I blushed again at the thought of being her snack. Continuing my transition to sub, I asked, "Since you did so much for me, can I do anything for you?"

"Sure," she said, stripping out of her sweats and t-shirt. "You can help me get dressed. I have a date."

"With who?" I asked.

"That is for me to know and you to find out if you are good," she teased.

We were both playing into each other's hands. "I will always be good," I answered.

My daughter stared at me a second before asking, "Could you get me my plaid skirt, my knee high socks, and a white blouse?"

"Yes, darling," I replied, quickly retrieving the requested garments.

"Can you put the knee high socks on for me?" she requested, sitting on the edge of her bed.

I subserviently dropped to the floor at the feet of my daughter and obeyed her request. Looking up, I got a good look at her panty-covered crotch, her pussy lips outlined slightly. She seemed to notice me looking, but didn't say anything. Once both were on, she continued testing me, standing up, "Can you take off my panties? They are pretty soiled already."

I wondered why they were already soiled, but reached up and pulled down her panties, now facing her shaved pussy, a slight glean making my mouth water.

My daughter asked, "Why is your cunt not shaved?"

"I haven't shaved it since, well, since Dad was still around," I admitted.

"Hmmmm, don't you think you should?" she asked.

"I don't know," I hesitated.

"You should do it, Evelyn," she suggested.

"I don't know. I am not good at making decisions. When I was married to your dad I just did what he told me."

"Really?" she asked, surprised by my declaration.

"Yes," I said, pausing, before asking, "I really liked you telling me what to wear. Will you, um, can you, will you tell me what to do? I really like it."

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes, Kaylee, I think I need to be told what to do. No, I know I do," I admitted, looking up at my hopefully soon-to-be Mistress.

A smile crossed her face and she demanded, "Do it, Mom. I expect your cunt completely shaved when I return from my date," she demanded, her tone sending a shiver up my spine.

"Ok," I agreed instantly, but shyly.

"Good," she said, stretching, her perfect body showcased. A smirk on her face, she asked, "Why are you staring?"

I looked away and said, "I wasn't staring, it's just you have a beautiful body and I am envious."

She grabbed the blouse and put it on and said, her tone implying I was the obedient daughter and she the controlling authority figure, "Be a good girl and do as you are told, Mommy."

"Ok," I said, still on the floor with her soiled panties still in my hand; being called Mommy again was a new twist in our relationship.

I watched her leave and didn't move, my pussy so wet I had to take care of it. As soon as I heard the door close, I fell onto my back and put her panties to my nose and began to rub myself. Wanting even more to taste my daughter, I put her panties on my head so the sweet scent was plastered onto my nose and her crotch was at my mouth. As my fingers danced inside my cunt, I licked my daughter's wet panties and drowned in her intoxicating aroma. I fantasized about being my daughter's unconditional slave, her pet, her property.

My orgasm was building like wildfire as I moaned, "Yes, Kaylee, yes...."

So close to bliss, I heard a voice penetrating the fog of my arousal that had shrouded all my senses. Suddenly feeling a hand on my arm, I jolted back to reality and heard the shocked voice of my daughter, "Mother!!!!!"

I opened my eyes and quickly pulled my fingers out of my cunt and pulled my daughter's soiled panties off my head. I stammered, "K-K-Kaylee, I-I-I can explain."

Her shocked look turned to a smile. "You can, can you? You can explain why you are wearing my panties on your head while fingering yourself on my floor calling out my name?"

I had nothing to say.

My daughter looked down at me, she said, "You saw me and Chloe, didn't you?"

I nodded yes.

"And you want to be a slut slave just like her, don't you?"

I again nodded yes, shame and excitement colliding inside me.

"You want to be your daughter's sub, don't you, Mommy?"

I again nodded yes, but looked away.

"Look at me, slut!" she demanded.

I instantly looked back into her eyes.

"You understand, I expect utter obedience at all times," she explained.

I again nodded in agreement.

"Our whole mother-daughter relationship will change."

I whispered, "I understand."

She looked at the clock and sighed, "Unfortunately, your training will have to wait. I expect your cunt to be shaved clean by the time I get home. Is that understood?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Good," she smiled, turning to leave. Stopping at the door, she turned back to me and said, "Oh, the things I plan to do to you, Mother."

As a trillion filthy ideas flowed through my head, she turned and left, leaving me a bundle of anxiety and excitement. Still horny as hell, and no longer able to be any more humiliated than I just was, I put my daughter's panties back on my head and rapidly brought myself to an earth-shattering climax.

Obeying my daughter, I went to the bathroom and shaved myself. It took forever, but soon my cunt was as bare as the day I was born. I then waited and waited and waited for my daughter to return home.

After midnight, I received a text from her: Slut, I will be home soon, I expect you naked, on your knees, in the living room. Do not disappoint me.

I quickly went downstairs, discarded all my clothes, and fell to my knees waiting for my daughter and whatever was to happen next. The excitement of the unknown overtook any anxiety I was feeling. I wanted nothing more than for my daughter to own me. I waited almost twenty minutes, standing up twice to stretch my weary legs, before I heard the key in the lock.

My daughter walked in and as soon as she saw me a smile crossed her face. "Good pet," she purred.

She walked over to me and patted my head. She sat on the couch and asked, "So Mommy, what made you want to submit to me?"

I attempted to answer. "I-I-I-I...."

"Spit it out, Mother," Kaylee impatiently snapped.

"I don't know. I just, well, after seeing you and Chloe, I kept dreaming of being Chloe. I couldn't even begin to comprehend how Chloe ended up being your slave, yet more than anything I wanted to be your slave. I found your toy stash and your soiled panties and got myself off fantasizing about being your pet, although I never thought it would actually happen."

There was a long silence as she processed this answer, before she finally said, "I am just realizing something."

"What is that?" I asked.

"You were trying to seduce me to be my slut."

I didn't respond.

"Weren't you?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Fucking crazy," she said to herself, before instructing, "Crawl to me, Mommy."

I obeyed, each inch closer to her an inch closer to making my fantasy a reality. Once at her feet, she said, "Massage my feet, my pet, they are killing me."

Silently, I obeyed her order, massaging her feet as I had been doing so many times of late. I took the odd glimpse between her legs, eager to get a look at her pussy, but the angle did not give me a good look. I massaged her feet for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably no more than ten minutes before she said, "Wait here, Evelyn."

Still on the floor, I waited for whatever my daughter had planned. Another eternity seemed to pass before my daughter returned to the living room completely naked except a strap-on cock.

She asked, "When was the last time you sucked cock, Mommy?"

"A long time," I answered.

"Let's rectify that," my daughter smiled.

I crawled over to my waiting daughter and took her plastic cock in my mouth. The taste was not great, but the thought that I was obeying my daughter was a major turn-on and I could feel a wetness begin to leak between my legs.

"Do you want your daughter to fuck your cunt, Mommy?"

"Yes," I admitted, wanting nothing more.

"Say it, slut," my daughter demanded.

"Please, fuck your Mommy, make me your slut," I begged eagerly.

"Turn around Mommy," she ordered.

In Olympic speed, I turned around offering my pussy to my daughter. I think my daughter was as eager to take control of me as I was to be controlled by her. She plunged her cock deep into me in one big push forward. My wet cunt easily allowed access to the toy and I moaned loud and thanked my daughter. "Oh god, thank you Kaylee, I needed this so fucking bad!"

She slapped my ass and said, "Oh Mommy, this is just the beginning. You will become a well-trained, perfectly obedient sub."

As she thrust her cock in and out of me, our bodies colliding with each forward thrust, I moaned, "Oh yes, Kaylee, I am yours, I have wanted to be yours since the second I saw Chloe between your legs."

"Don't you mean Mistress?" she asked.

The thought of finally admitting that she was my Mistress was thrilling and I eagerly admitted the reality of the situation. "Oh yes, Kaylee, you are my Mistress and your Mom is your pet, oh God, keep fucking me, I am so close."

She asked, "And you want to come?"

"Desperately," I admitted, through whimpers of pleasure.

"Beg, Mommy. Beg for permission to come from your daughter."

My brain shut off and my cunt turned on, as I pleaded, "Oh God, Mistress, may Mommy cum. Please let Mommy cum, she needs to soooooooo bad. You got Mommy's cuuuuuuuunt so fired up, I will do anything for you!"

"I want you to cum exactly on ten, Mommy slut," she demanded.

"Oh God, kkkkk," I moaned, unsure I could hold back even ten more seconds.

"Ten," she said, thrusting into me at full force, as I let out a load scream.

"Nine," she counted down, pulling back out.

"Eight," she teased, before I leaned back taking my daughter's cock back in my fevered cunt.

"Fuck Mom, you are one horny little slut," my daughter teased, as I fucked myself on her dildo.

"Yes, your slut, Mommy is your slut," I moaned, the orgasm beginning it's inevitable tingle.

"Seven and six," my daughter rapidly fired out.

My moans got louder as my orgasm built and I desperately tried to last until the magical number one.

"Five, Mommy-slut," my daughter announced.

"Oh god, yeeees," I mumbled.

"Four, Mommy. Don't you dare come early, Mommy or you will be punished," my daughter warned.

I whimpered the thought of being punished an odd turn-on.

"Three, my cunt. I can't wait to make you the dyke whore you crave to be, Mommy."

I was bouncing back on my daughter's cock like a dirty porn star, my moans mimicking the slut sounds a porn star would make. "Oh God yeeeees, Kaylee, make me your slut."

"Two, Mommy. I want you to come the moment I say the next number," my daughter explained.

I could no longer hold it back and I screamed and collapsed forward, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."

"Bad Mommy-slut," my daughter said clearly disappointed by my weakness, as she watched her Mother quake and shake on the floor. She explained, "You wanted to be punished, didn't you Mommy?"

"Nooooooo," I argued, by body still in utter bliss.

"Well, you must have...how else can you explain coming before you were told?"




Mommy: Becoming My Daughter's Slut



"I couldn't help it, I couldn't hold back any longer," I weakly defended, my body a pile of mush.

She took off the strap-on and tossed it on the couch and said, "You just lost the privilege to taste your daughter's delicious cunt; a cunt so appetizing dykes beg to taste it every day; a cunt that the sweet, virgin Reverend daughter Chloe now worships every opportunity she has. But you will have to earn it, by being a good girl, a good Mommy-slut."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, feeling guilty for disappointing her and disappointed to not be allowed to yet taste my daughter's pussy directly from the source.

"Follow me," she ordered.

Still in orgasm mode, I crawled weakly and wobbly as she led me upstairs and into my bedroom. She slid under the covers and tossed me a pillow and a thin blanket. "You may sleep on the floor tonight for being such a bad girl, Mommy."

Silently, I made myself a bed on the floor, in my own room, in my own house, while my daughter, my Mistress now, slept comfortably in my warm bed. I replayed the night in my head and although shame lingered on the outskirts, the completion of my utter submission to my daughter is what kept me warm.

6. A NEW BEGINNING

I woke up the next morning and a flood of memories from last night returned. I had submitted to my daughter...completely. Nervously, I sat up and saw that my bed was empty, but there was a note on my pillow. I reached for the note and looked at the clock. It was 11:36 the next day. I had just had my best sleep in a long time on my floor.

I opened the note and read it.

Mom,

It is the morning after...a morning where you may regret the decision you made. That is why I am giving you an out. If you want, we will pretend this never happened and go on our lives as a traditional family hierarchy: you the Mother and me the daughter.

If this is what you want...STOP READING NOW!!!

Signed your loving daughter...

On the other hand, MOMMY-SLUT, if you want to become my unconditional, COMPLETE, sub...my pet, my slut, my obedient slave...well then follow these instructions:

1. Move all your clothes and items into my room and move mine into yours...clearly the Mistress of the house should have the biggest room.

2. You will be naked in the house at all times...but may have a robe near the door in case company arrives unexpectedly.

3. You will address me as Mistress at all times when we are alone and whenever else I tell you to

4. There will be no hesitation to my orders...any such hesitation...even the slightest...will result in a punishment

5. You will only orgasm when you have asked and received my permission.

If you agree to these 5 conditions (and many more that I will add as time goes on), I expect you to go into my room and on my bed I have left you a present. I expect it to be inside you all day, turned on low, until I get home. You may not come, I want you on the verge of orgasmic bliss all day as you anticipate the beginning of your training as the Mommy-slut you are about to become...a training that will bring you pleasure you can not even imagine (although I am guessing you have been imagining it for a while...haven't you MOMMY-SLUT?)

Now obey, like a good pet...

Signed your dominant daughter Mistress.

I would like to pretend that I spent hours deliberating on the options before me, or that I just outright said no and returned to the traditional mother-daughter relationship that I had had for over 18 years, but that would be a lie.

Of course, I did exactly as instructed walking into my daughter's room, grabbing what I would later learn is called a vibrating egg. I looked at it briefly, confused how to turn it on. Once I figured out how to turn it on, I put it in my already wet pussy and began the task of switching bedrooms.

It was going to be a long day trying to complete my daughter's task to not orgasm and to keep the teasing toy inside me without underwear...but the excitement that filled me with knowing my long time fantasy had came true and that I was about to begin my training to me a perfect sub for my daughter was all that mattered.

I accepted that the old me, the prim-and-proper repressed me, no longer existed and that my life completely revolved around the wishes and desires of my 18-year-old daughter...my 18-year-old Mistress.

The End...for now?



Mommy Ch. 01



I am home, alone and I feel bored. I turn the DVD on and put a hardcore movie on. Fully naked I lie on my bed and watch it, stroking my cock slightly mmmmmm it feels so good! Watching some bitch spreading her cunt and another one licking her really gets me going. She spreads her cunt wide, and half closes her eyes in ecstasy as the other licker her cunt slowly mmmmmm my cock is rock hard I keep teasing it, stroking it slowly and then stopping as I get closer to cumming. God, this is so so good! The woman licking the other's cunt stops and makes a remark of how wet the other's cunt is – I bet! She then says that she can even smell her cunt and she starts sniffing her cunt to prove I guess how much she love smell of a wet cunt. She occasionally stuffs her fingers in the other's cunt to get it wetter and keeps on sniffing her cunt. This idea of sniffing of sniffing a wet cunt all of a sudden gets me real wild: - I need to smell a wet sweaty cunt!

I stand up holding my cock feeling even more the need to taste and smell a cunt. Would mom be at home? I know I can ask anything of her – she's good to me and always helps me cum when I need to. I step out of my room all-naked, looking for her: she's not in! Where the fuck is that stupid old cunt gone? I need her!

I ring her mobile and she answers:

- Yes darling?

- Where are you? Why are you not at home? 

She can read in my voice that I need her and what the reason for that is: 

- Well, darling, I went and did some shopping for next week, I'm just getting it all in the car – won't be long now.

- Hurry up! – I shout at her and put the phone down. 

I'm all angry now – I need her cunt and the stupid old bitch is not at home! She should better be here soon or else!

My mom is your typical 50-something mother (she had me when she was about 27) – the years had the better of her, she's put a lot of weight on, her belly is hanging, her is massive and hanging as well, her tits are saggy and they go down nearly to her cunt, hanging lower than her belly button. Her cunt has big fat meaty cuntflaps, but they are kind of hanging too, making it look rather disgusting. Especially with all her pubes that due to so much shaving throughout the years go up to her belly button and spread more or less from one hip to the other. She shaves her cunt, asshole and armpits sometimes, for my pleasure, but I have to ask her normally to get rid of all the hair as otherwise she's not bothered and just lets it grow – "who's gonna see it?" she jokes about it. Even though she looks disgusting with all the fat and hair and years that ravaged her, I do prefer normally to fuck her ugly cunt rather than having a wank. She lets me fuck her though – there's a whole story behind that:

A long while ago my mum caught me having a wank while watching some porn. At the time I must have been around 20 and I had only just pulled out of Uni after a couple of years, after realising that I was on the wrong track and I needed some time to figure out where did I want to go. So I had to take a clerk role in one of the stores to give me some time to think. As you would expect the salary wasn't that great so I had no other choice but living with my mom just to save some money. Initially I thought it was going to be nothing but trouble, and I hated the position I was in – envisaging that my privacy, liberty and all the other things you need when you are 20 would go out the window. So when this happened and I had to move back with her for a while all I had in mind was to sort myself out and leave there as soon as I could and at least get a place of my own -- one where I can hang out with my friends drinking late and telling stupid jokes, one where I can bring girls in an have sex when I wanted or simply one where I can watch porn a whole night and masturbate whenever I felt like. However, after this little incident, I never felt like I wanted to live home ever again – and here's why:

As I said, while she was once out and I felt horny, I pulled out a porn VHS and stuck it in the video and started to wank. Time must have flown by and I didn't realise it – as the next thing I know, as I was just started to cum, she entered the room and found me there, shooting my load all over my belly, unable to react to her entering the room whatsoever. I was so embarrassed by the whole thing that she felt that she needed to keep reassuring me for days that masturbating was ok, and it was normal for me to do it. Every day she was trying to bring the discussion back to that subject and tried to convince me that everyone masturbates. And every time I would get more embarrassed up to the point where I started avoiding her completely and not speak to her.  

Then, one evening, my mom called me in the living, put a hardcore porn in the VCR and in order to demonstrate to me that masturbation is normal and everyone does it, she got all naked, laid on the sofa, spread her cunt and started masturbating while watching the tape. She made me watch her cumming as she did so and after she finished herself off, she invited me to take my clothes off and masturbate together with her. 

The whole situation somehow threw away all my inhibitions and embarrassment and I found myself in the next instant naked, next to her, stroking my cock and looking at the screen, then at my mom's cunt, rubbed and stuffed with her expert fingers. She was smiling at me occasionally through her moans saying:

- See, darling? It's alright! I do it and enjoy it too. In fact, it feels better if someone is watching you too mmmmmm 

She noticed that I would stop occasionally and give my cock a break.

- Are you close, darling? – she smiled and winked at me. Careful with the sofa then darling, she said, sperm is one of the worst stains to get out.

- That's ok, I said, I'd make sure that I shoot it all on my belly -- and saying this I laid on the floor with my head resting against the sofa.

- Well, there's always the option of cumming inside something, darling -- and she winked again at me.

- Yes, I know, I replied, but I can't be bothered to go and bring a condom – it's ok like this, I'll cum on my tummy. 

- No silly, she laughed. You youngsters don't get a hint, do you? 

- What do you mean? 

I was totally confused. 

- Well, she said, I thought since we are being naughty, we could be really naughty – and she winked at me again. Come on, sweetie, it must feel better for you to cum inside a cunt that on your belly doesn't it?

My brain wasn't bothered at all by the fact that I was going to fuck mom, she was right: cumming inside a cunt is better than cumming on my belly!

- I'll go and get a condom, I said. 

- Oh, stop it! Don't worry about that, mummy's sterile darling, surely you knew that? Come on, give me some cock, quickly.

I was inside her cunt in an instant mmmmmm it felt so good to have a meaty hole to slide in. As I was going balls-deep in her cunt I asked her:

- Will you let me do this again after tonight?

- Silly – she said – of course! Just come and ask mummy for some cunt when you need some and of course you can. You don't seem to quite hit it with the girls yet from what I can see, and I know I'm not going to get laid again at this age and looking the way I do, so why not? Besides, you've always been a good boy and I feel that sometimes I didn't repay you for that as I should have done. So there you go – you and your mommy slave, whenever you need her, she joked and then started pushing her pelvis towards my cock and we both ended up cumming pretty soon. 

Since that night, whenever I felt horny I'd go and ask mom for "some cunt" as she put it and she would oblige immediately. I could tell she was getting so much pleasure out of pleasing me, as my fantasies that I would ask of her grew dirtier and dirtier and more humiliating for her – she loved it though!

Today though I needed to smell her cunt and the fat old bitch was not at home. Minutes went by but it seemed like an eternity to me. Finally I hear the key in the door. I wait for her to come inside and close the door behind her. My cock was still hard as a rock and my rage nearly uncontrollable. I rushed downstairs as she was entering the kitchen.

(to be continued) 



Mommy Ch. 02



Before she knew it I was next to her, kneeling right there and with my head under her skirt. God, I could smell her cunt mmmmmm I just buried my face in her panties and started sniffing. Ah, I knew she was sweaty and her cunt's aroma gave that away. That and the dampness in her panties crotch. I touch her panties with my tongue mmmmmm yummy.

- Honey, I still have the shopping bags -- I need to drop them in the kitchen, I heard her saying. 

My rage was nearly gone now, having felt the scent of her sweaty cunt so I stood up and trying to control myself I said: 

- Drop them here mommy, I really need to smell and taste your cunt! I've been waiting for so long! Please! 

I could feel my rage coming back with every second she was hesitating there -- and I knew she could read it in my eyes too. So she dropped the bags right there at the entrance, and decided to please me:

- Oh, my little boy needs some cunt; come here darling, mommy has some for you! – And she just laid on her back on the floor and put her feet up revealing her damp panties covering her sweaty cunt. 

All this slutty talk just drove me nuts so I plunged my face in her crotch sniffing, licking, moaning with pleasure as she kept saying the things that she knew would just drive me wilder and wilder.

- Yes darling, have mommy's cunt oh yes. I kept it all sweaty for you darling, the way you want it. Does it smell nice for you baby? Does it, here have some more! And she'd buckle her hips and push her cunt even more so in my face. 

- Mmmmmm -- she moaned as I was sniffing and licking her panties:

- My baby wants mommy's smelly cunt... mmmmmm here it is darling!

- Ohhh.... mommy.... I.... love...you – I was moaning too through the licking and sniffing. 

God, her cunt was so smelly! Ahhhh that nice cunty smell combined with sweat mmmmmm 

- I...love...you...mommy -- I kept murmuring in a total frenzy.

- I know you do baby, I know you do -- she was saying. And mommy loves you too. That's why mommy wants to please you every time. See, I got my cunt moist and sweaty and smelly for you, my little baby. What do you want mommy to do for you, darling? Shall I take my panties off so you can taste mommy's cunt baby?

- Yesssss -- I was screaming as she was teasing me.

- Here -- she said as her panties went off and they were just hanging by one of her ankles up in the air. Here, honey, just what you like: mommy's feet and panties. Want to give it a sniff baby?

- Ohhh, yesssss, mommy, can I? Can I? Please!

- Go for it sweetie -- she said.

- Ahhhh, mommy, you please me so much! Thank you, thank you, and thank you -- I said as I was inhaling now the aroma of her feet and panties mmmmmm. Delicious, mommy, delicious! I was moaning again as I was sucking on her perfectly red-painted toes. 

I don't know when she took her shoes off but I could tell she wore some leathery ones with no socks -- their aroma had filled up the room in an instant. Licking and sniffing her yummy toes I was looking down at her cunt, all naked now and revealed to me in its hairy glory. The pubes were glistening with wetness, making her cunt so much hornier. Even now at the age of 26, my mum's 53-year-old cunt was giving me shivers through my cock!

- Mommy, I love your hairy cunt -- I moaned, still smelling her feet and her panties.

- Oh, my little baby, you know it's all yours -- she moaned softly while watching me rubbing her cunty panties all over my face. Help yourself to it baby, mommy knows how much you want it -- she said, pleasingly.

- Ohhh mommy, it's so difficult to part with your cunty panties and smelly feet -- I moaned.

- Come on, honey, give mommy her panties. Here, I'll sniff them and lick them for you as I know you like it so much

- Mmmmmm! 

I was moaning while watching her taking her own panties and bringing them close to her face and sniffing and licking them while doing all this slutty talk

- Mmmmmm yesssss darling mmmmmm mommy loves licking her cunty panties for you.... mmhhmmmm -- she inhaled her own cunty scent. See, my cunt was all sweaty and smelly today for you baby. Mmmmmm.

I couldn't resist so I just plunged my face in her hairy cunt and started licking her meaty labia full of hair. 

- Ohhh mommy I can just cum now like this licking you and watching you smelling your panties and feeling your cunt's aroma mmmmmm.

- Ohhh, go for it sweetie, you know mommy's here to please.

- Mmmmmm, I want more cunty smell mommy... more cunt Ahhhh more smelly cunt mmmmmm hair yesssss mmmmmm more hair Ahhhh

I was just muttering nonsense now, going at her cunt and looking occasionally up at her to see her still sniffing and licking her own panties. 

- More hair mmmmmm ooohhhhh cunt mmmmmm Yesssss.... smelly mmmmmm hair Ahhhh

- Want mommy to have more hair baby? -- I heard her saying.

- Yesssss! Yesssss! Yesssss!

I was still muttering so close now to the point of no return that my mind was no longer with me and all I could say was just meaningless words and moans at random:

- Yesssss hair mmmmmm more hair Ahhhh mommy's hairy cunt yesssss!

- Stop honey, stop -- she said softly. Come on, let's get your mommy more hair on her cunt, ok?

I stopped, and looked up at her, puzzled:

- Huh?

- Just wait here --she said.

- Oh, no, don't go mommy, please, don't go!

She took my cock deep in her mouth and bit very softly the base of my cock as I was till begging her not to leave and then let my cock out of her mouth and said: 

- Sweetie, you know how much I love your cock. Do you think I'd just leave you here like this and not come back? Just wait here for a minute and I promise I'll be back with something that you will just love! If not, I promise to take you in my mouth and sleep the whole night with your cock down my throat!

Hmmm, that sounded ok, so I let her go, only after she reassured me again that she'd be back in a second.... and indeed she was! My cock hasn't even started to go all floppy following her little "kiss" and she was back holding her shaving kit.

- Err, what's this? -- I asked, intrigued

- Well, darling, you wanted more hair on my cunt, didn't you? So we're going to start shaving mommy all over her belly and hips and everywhere you want to see hair growing. And after a few shaves, you will see all that dark hair you love so much growing -- simple, huh?

The thought of shaving her body wherever I wanted to see hair just made my pre-cum started to flow on my balls in waves. She could see how turned on I was.

- Here, she said, handing me the razor, shave me as you wish, darling.

I went mad with it: I ran the razor from one hip to the other, up her belly just above her bellybutton. I then turned her over and shaved her asshole -- she already had some dark hairs coming out of it but it just didn't seem enough so I ended up nearly shaving half of each cheek just to make sure I'd get enough hair! I then shaved her armpits and nearly ran the razor from her elbow to her hip, making sure that there will be a lot of areas that dark sexy hair will grow on in time. 

And then I stopped and threw the razor at her: 

- Now you will have to make sure that you shave there 3-4 times a day cause I want that hair to grow soon!

- I will, darling -- she smiled back at me, submissively. Now, how do you want mommy to please you? I can see your balls are just about to explode.

I love it when she gets all slutty and offers to please me. I normally try to humiliate her as much as I can in these moments -- and this was no exception!

- Can I piss on your bra?

- Sure, darling -- she whispered and slowly opened up her shirt a bit revealing her bra. 

She then leans back on the floor propped on her elbows, offering me her bra. I crouched down above her, my cock pointing at her bra and started to shower her tits.

- Mmmmmm yes Ohhh that feels so nice -- go for it sweetie -- she kept whispering, tilting her head back and enjoying it.

I started moving my cock and peeing all over her shirt and then go up her neck and before she knew it her whole face and her hair was all bathed in my golden shower.

- Open your mouth, cunt -- I shouted as I could feel the shower about to end. 

She opened her mouth up like a good girl. I was in her throat in an instant leaving my last few drips flow inside it mmmmmm her throat was warm and moist and silky, a bit like her cunt. I grabbed her hair and started fucking her face while she was struggling for air. Occasionally I'd come out of her mouth and let her breath. To make it nastier though I'd just smack her face and shout at her:

- Stupid cunt, you ruin my pleasure!!

And then shove my cock in her throat again.

It didn't take me long to cum and I made sure as I was starting to squirt I came out of her throat and shot my sperm all over her face and her wet hair moaning in ecstasy: 

- Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!

I then wiped my cock on her panties and then put them back on her face, such that her smelly crotch was over her nose she could see through the leg-holes and just ordered her: 

- I don't want to see you getting cleaned up, or changed or wiping your cummy face. I want to see you wearing those panties on your face the whole day today. Understood?

She just nodded. Throughout the whole day I got hundreds of erections watching her doing the housework with dry cum on her face and in her hair, panties on her face, her bra and shirt and hair still wet from my pee and a smelly cunt and feet. She was truly the best mom in the world!

(To be continued)



Mommy Cheers Me Up!



"A boring Friday afternoon for me and the only thing I found even remotely hot about this cheesy 90's porno, is how sexy that girl looked dressed in that cheerleader outfit!" I thought as I continued to slowly whack my meat with my unaccustomed left hand. "She is so sexy and wearing no underwear!" "Just how I would like it..." "With the perfect well shaped ass... Yes!" "Hero's: Hayden Panettiere cheerleader status!" Came even more dirty thoughts... A few seconds after those thoughts whirred past, I suddenly realized that the girl wearing the slutty cheerleader outfit looked very much like my own mother – in those days at least. I immediately saw a flashback in my mind of her in her prime as a high school cheer-captain in the scrap-book albums she meticulously kept for her own nostalgic purposes. 

"Wait What!?!" I asked myself almost audibly. "My mother...? I must be sick..." "That did it!" I thought. To my discomfort my boner went from 7" of rock dick, to a lesser marshmallow soft weenie within what seemed seconds of that last thought. As I was massaging my aching blue-balls, I heard my mother downstairs calling. 

"Jason! Jason, come down here..." She sang tauntingly. 

At 23 years of age, I felt a little sheepish living with my mother still. It was hard holding up a story and having to always claim to my friends that I live with a "roommate." When they got especially nosey and wanted to come visit my place and meet this "roommate," I always managed to reply with some lame excuse. This left me with almost no girlfriend and nothing worth calling, "gettin' laid."

Pressing the "Pause" button, zipping up my pants, and getting off my bed, I quietly opened my room door to the upstairs hallway and heard a few faint but very familiar voices emulating from down the hall and downstairs. I crept to the end of the hall trying not to make the floorboards creek underneath my weight. I was just about 6' 2", 190lbs, and still a little toned. As I continued to creep down the hall I saw my photos from my prime as a high school football player. I never really did anything worth mentioning, but sit on the bench during games and work out a lot. It was mostly to call myself a "football player" and impress girls. 

I took the stairs a step at a time trying not to give away my position. I heard my mother talking, to my aunt and uncle, so I felt safe as I pied my eye around the corner to catch a glimpse of the conversation. My teenage sister was posing for my mom unenthusiastically, meanwhile my mother was excitedly snapped pictures of her every 5 seconds. My aunt and uncle seemed to be going on about how good she looked in the cheer outfit and compared her to the photos of my mom at her age. My mother turned half to my direction and started to yell for me to come down again, when I came out from behind the corner of the stairs.

"Jason! There you are..." She exclaimed. "Your aunt and uncle are here to take your sister to Cheer Camp!" She yelled with a wide-eyed, smiling expression. 

"Cool." Was all I managed to blurt out. At that my aunt started in on me... 

"Cool? No, what would be cool is if you got a damned job and helped your mom out – She damn near shelled out $10,000.00 for this damn cheer camp alone!" "You're just like your no-good, 2-bit, father – and look where he ended up..." She growled. 

I brushed it off with, "Nice to see you too, Auntie..." 

My uncle smiled and whispered as if not to be heard, "Hey Jay."

I nodded towards my uncle, the poor bastard. 

At that silence my mother cut in and asked, "Well Jason how's your sis look?" 

I thought for a second turning her way... "She in no way fit that outfit," I thought. She was much chubbier and awkward than my mom was in her cheer days... She may have gotten more of my aunt's genes. I felt sorry for her as I knew that she was just trying to fulfill my mother's wishes to pass on the cheer! "Oh wow!" I let out enthusiastically... "Great sis!" I chimed again. She rolled her eyes. 

My mom wasted no time, everything was packed and she wanted to get this show out the door and on the road. She put her arms out and started to corral my aunt, uncle, and sister out the door taking short, choppy steps as she was slightly bent. I was left behind with nothing but the view. My attention turned to my mother's back. As she was coaxing them towards the door, her ass was jiggling wildly! She was wearing skin-tight, white, spandex-type pants, with a little tank-top. For some reason I was drawn to note that she seemed not to be wearing underwear, at least I saw no signs of panty lines or even a skimpy thong. Strangely I noted the familiar tingle happening towards my dick and balls. Her ass was almost perfectly rounded and seemed to be alive with movement every choppy step she took in her heels. She turned to me swiftly and paused – catching my eyes coming up to meet hers. 

"Come on Jason! And lock the door behind you... We are going to follow them there." 

She was too busy to notice that my total attention had been on her bouncing ass... "I didn't want to go for any road trip," I thought as I locked the door. Then again I didn't want to be stuck with that same old porno that had messed with my thoughts... "Maybe I could catch a glimpse of some of the cheerleaders at the camp when we arrive." I realized.

My mom got in the driver's seat and had the engine running. Within seconds, her pink bedazzled sun glasses were on, the gear was set to "Drive," and her foot was pressing on the gas. I was barely able to pull my body into the car as my mom peeled off. Nearly falling out, I shut my passenger side door and shot her an aggravated look. 

She smiled with a cute little squeal and asked, "Jay-Jay, aren't you exited for your sister?" 

"Mom, please don't call me 'Jay-Jay'," I said as we tailed my aunt's car. 

After about an hour's worth of my mom's Shania Twain karaoke type session in the car, I started remembering her ass jiggling uncontrolled in those pants. She was dancing and singing along to Shania, her still-perky little tits bouncing in her loose bra. My dick began to stir as I admired her from a safe angle. "I need a girlfriend." I thought as I closed my eyes. Somehow, the more I thought of it, It was such a turn on to imagine my mother's bare ass and how soft and malleable it would be in my hands. 

We finally arrived after about 3.5 hours and I was happy to get out and stretch. My dick had gone up and down so many times during the car ride I was looking for the men's restroom to let out a load and rid my abused balls of their pressure. It was nothing like I imagined. Hot, blonde, thick bottomed cheerleaders were NOT bouncing up and down in my face... Instead there was a dorm like hall that my sister jetted off to without really saying goodbye to anyone. My mother was visibly exhausted from the car ride and the excitement of the day. All she was left with was a glazed look and heavy eye lids as she did her best to give a goodbye wave and cheerful smile to my disappeared sister. We turned to my aunt and uncle who looked just as tired and said our goodbyes my aunt shaking her pointer finger in my face just before she turned away. I wanted to flip her off, but turning I caught my mother's eyes zoned out and staring directly at my genital area. I stopped for a moment and saw that she had a puzzled look to her. 

She seemed to jerk herself back into reality when she pulled her eyes up to mine and said "Baby, you drive home Jay-Jay..." 

Arriving home and passing through the door she turned to me and said "Shower time for me hunny," you go have fun. She reached into her purse and pulled out about $700.00 cash! "Here, go take out a girlfriend. I know you have them – those sluts... I bet they've already given it up..." She implied drowsily with a raised eyebrow and a deranged grin.

"Mom, serious?" I felt my cheeks go red at her using dirty words to explain my dwindled dating experiences. "I am going to go to the fair, or the movies, or maybe even go bowling at the casino with Jimmy – probably." I promised. 

After letting her eyebrow down, she began to walk towards the stairs and kicked off her shoes. She then proceeded to walk up the stairs... Her ass, swollen from sitting on it for hours, was partially eating her pants, showing every dimple as it swayed back and forth with each step up the stairs invitingly... My eyes were locked in on her ass and it's every jiggle and sway as she raised herself up each step. 

As she reached the top of the stairs out of view, I heard her peel the material stretchy pants off each leg and balance herself. 

As I waited there listening to her undress, she yelled, "Your father never brought much more than a criminal record back with him from that casino... Stay away from there Jason Jr." 

My father, Jason Sr., was sent to prison after being caught stealing money from the casino, or so I was told. He was in charge of security there and was foolishly caught by an entry-level guard that he had just interviewed and hired days before the major heist. Supposedly the amount of cash he swiped was about $777,000. Oddly enough, none of it was ever recovered... The FBI and State police interviewed my Mom and all direct family for months. They closely monitored all accounts and performed constant searches, but came up with no trace of large deposits or transfers with the missing loot. He was sentenced to a life term in the Federal Penal system – leaving behind my mom, my baby sister, and I. My mom has always had money when we need it though and for a paralegal she doesn't make very much, but I guess it has always been enough. She paid off the rest of this house a few years after my dad left. Then again, this isn't the first time she has pulled out hundreds and twenties out of her purse... 

I left quietly, waddling now because of my again pressurizing nut sack... Thinking of my mom at the top of the stairs, bottoms completely off and that wobbly, yet somehow still muscular ass just beyond my view... I was sure it had been toned from years of cheer practice. "What if I had gone up the stairs? Would she have hid? Would I have caught a glimpse and gotten away with it?" I pondered that thought as the strange impulse almost made me run up the stairs. I instead continued on and carefully slid into my mom's car taking off towards the casino.

After more than a few shots of tequila and bad hands, I was good and ready to go home to my cheesy porno. Alone, I made my way to the exits noticing everyone else holding their significant others close, caressing their curves, and some sloppily making out. "Drunks!" I repeatedly muttered under my breath. As I made my way to the car and climbed in, my goal was to try to get the key in ignition within the first 5-7 attempts. 

Midway home I happened to find a few crumpled up fifty dollar bills in the car's ash tray, so I stopped by the local liquor mart before to pick up medium sized bottle of the same alcohol I was drinking at the casino. After making it home by the skin of my alcohol coated teeth, I planned my undetected voyage to my room. "Something nice, to put me out for the rest of the night." I thought as I snatched the bottle out of the passenger seat. I was an expert at sneaking in by now, tipsy or not, I managed this on fear of my mom catching me. I took the same familiar paths through the darkened house to my room. Making it there I grabbed the shot glass from my hidden compartment in my closet and filled it up. Sitting down on my bed and throwing the shot back, I noticed my TV was still paused on the porn I had left on, so I turned down the volume and started it back up. "Fuck! I need to cum," is all I was thinking. The day's built up action had left me feeling volcanic.

With my dick in hand and my sexy retro-cheerleader on screen, I couldn't help but find the humor in the fact of how much I loved the sight of cheerleaders. I must have gotten that from my mom's side. Lol I stopped to watch the rest and poured another shot. The porno was on silent, but I had watched it so many times that I knew what the climaxes sounded like. As the video was drawing near end I noticed something... There was moaning and panting sounds! I rushed to turn down the volume, but noticed that it only got louder. "That's not coming from my TV." I told my drunken self as I shut the TV off and turned off the lights. I poured myself one final shot while fighting to stand straight. I slowly opened the door to the already dark hallway and saw that there was a faint light coming from my mother's room door that just happened to be cracked open. The moaning and heavy breathing got louder and soon I made out rustling and rhythmic movements as I got closer. I came to a dead stop at a realization... "Was there another car in the driveway? Could she have called someone over not suspecting me to be back till tomorrow?" I asked my alcohol soaked brain. I was suddenly enraged with anger. Thinking of how my Mom could do such a thing with my father away. Blind with drunken rage I stomped the last 7 footsteps to her door and threw it open violently.

What I saw stopped me hard, again. This time I felt my face let loose and my jaw drop like a cartoon character. There my mother was, partially wrapped up in a blanket she had quickly grabbed a few seconds after I bursted in. She was covered in sweat, breathing heavily, and she had some sort of papery-garbage all around her on the bed rustling with movements. There was a dim light on her nightstand pointing in my direction and I had to squint to make her facial expression. 

My already disoriented pupils were not making it easy, as they tried to adjust in the dim light. She was alone, her hands were up on her head holding her hair up – a few strands were missing and flowing down her sweat glazed, toned shoulders. She was in mid moan and half way through grinding down on some sort of pink fluorescent toy she had propped upwards into her, positioned underneath her on the bed. We stared at each other for what seemed like a full minute. Before she broke eye contact and looked down at my pants. In my drunken curiosity, I hadn't zipped up my pants before leaving my room. I was now standing in front of my mother with my dick and balls out of my pants, now swelled at least a full inch longer and wider than usual. It was hanging out of my boxers – thanks to the alcohol thinned blood and the sexual tension of the day. She broke her eyes away from my raging hard on and once again met my eyes for the second time. 

She said in a surprisingly calm voice. "Can you come here, Jay-Jay, mommy can explain." 

She covered the rest of herself up with the blanket as I drew near her and I became increasingly aware of the musty smell of my mother's vaginal juices permeating the air as I drew nearer. 

She began explaining how "lonely a woman gets..." and that she is "sorry that I had to....." 

She was mid-sentence when I dropped my sagging unzipped pants and loose boxers with one pull! I then climbed onto the bed, pushed her over on her back, and pulled the blanket from her grips as I positioned myself between her knees. I pulled the pink toy out of her pussy – smearing my stomach by accident with her juices. Throwing the pink toy to the side, I chuckled thinking "the toy she was using was quite small." My mind quickly shifted... "She was sooooo wet!" I imagined... I held her hands down on the bed above her head and re-positioned myself above her. To my surprise she did not put up a fight, I made eye contact with her as I hovered inches away from her steamy warm body, my dick sensing immense heat from her hot cunt. She was speechless... 

Her expression was almost angry looking, but more surprised – without being able to speak. She was breathing heavily, almost as if she was hyperventilating, and she was blinking uncontrollably. I released one of her hands to grab my dick and steady its position. She quickly darted her eyes down to my dick and looked back up to my eyes almost with a worried or helpless and scared look. She moved her hand so fast to my chest it made a slapping noise and she lightly pushed hesitantly against my chest as if almost to give one final attempt to resist, but it was too late. I nudged forward slowly, impaling her pussy inch by inch, keeping my eye contact with her the entire time. Her expression went from pure terror at first as the tip entered to a stupefied glaze and a quivering bottom lip...

I shoved my dick in hard the second entry, making her gasp for air. She looked like she was going to pass out. The alcohol in my veins made me feel numb dicked. "Fuck!" I whispered out loud. I couldn't believe how amazingly tight her little pussy was. It squeezed my dick every time I moved passed her slippery vaginal lips. I soon felt her pussy juice covering my balls. She closed her eyes and turned her head away to keep from looking into my eyes as I rapidly pounded in and out of her. She was whimpering and biting her bottom lip now to stop it from quivering. I heard her climax and felt her cum with a full body shudder! Over about a 20 minute time span of me pounding in and out, she came on my dick at least 3 times before I cried like a baby and blew my final load deep into her vagina... 

I was soaked from the sweat and breathing like a race horse after a short, but intense race. My dick was still stiff and half way into her vagina. I looked down at the bed and realized that I was surrounded and on top of a pile of $100 dollar bills that covered the entire bed and even spilled over on the floor. I was throwing my head around looking at all the money everywhere when my eyes caught my mother's. 

She was now looking at me endearingly. She bit her bottom lip and her eyes again became glazed. "We are rich Jason," she said with a cracked voice. I sat there dumbfounded with my dick still being warmed in her. 

After a while we moved to separate sides of the bed still covered in sex, pheromones, sweat, and sticky Benjamin Franklins. She got up and went to her closet. We hadn't said a word to each other in a little over an hour. My head was spinning with thought traffic, the room was spinning because the alcohol was wearing off, and my dick felt like it was spinning – "That was hands down the best pussy I have had!" I said to myself. I then heard movement in the corner of the room... It seemed my mother was getting dressed and I sat up to look. 

My heart skipped a beat and then it went crazy, probably beating like a humming bird's... I felt my heart jump up in my throat and my balls jump up in my stomach. I was attracted first to all the shinning sequins, lit by the dim lamp and the two palm-palms that she was playing with. One palm-palm hid her partially showing ass cheeks and the other hid the bottom of her face, leaving her eyes staring directly at me. She spun around and did a little dance in her cheerleader outfit. She fit it perfectly – still after all the years. This time she came up on the bed a knee at a time and she pushed me down flat on my back. She then grabbed my hands and put them firmly on her hips while at the same time throwing her leg over my head to the opposite side with a quick, energetic, twist. She mounted me with her gorgeous ass cheeks facing me as they came plumping perfectly on my lower stomach. I was still holding her hips and I let my hands slide down to finally cup and gently squeeze the most gorgeous ass I had ever seen. 

I couldn't see her face and I couldn't see her eyes... All I saw was a blonde cheerleader, in her uniform, holding her hair up on her head, grinding her half covered ass and pussy on my lower stomach, just above my dick. Every time she ground her pussy down, I would squeeze her ass cheeks one in each hand and help her mash her pussy down on me. My dick was back in action and at attention! Seeing this, she released one hand from her hair and I felt her cup my dick slowly jacking it off against her tight tummy with her grinding motions. After hearing me start to moan, she let out a little laugh and lifted her pussy up a little bit. For some odd reason I put my hands over my mouth and shut my eyes hard as she slowly sat on my dick. I felt her ass cheeks provide the perfect amount of cushion for her light body as she came down with my full dick inside of her. 




Mommy Cheers Me Up!



She sat impaling herself, mounted on my throbbing dick for a moment breathing heavily and asked almost whispering, "Do you like it?"

I finally removed my hands from covering my mouth and placed their designated ass cheeks. I opened my eyes to look down at my mother and whatever was squeezing my dick almost painfully... I gasped, I was full length in my mother's ass hole. It was much tighter and not as soft as her pussy was. She was lightly grinding her ass flatter and flatter on my pelvic bone. Then she moaned "spank mama's sexy booty Jay-Jay!!!" Hearing her say that I brought my right hand out and let it fly back at her ass hitting it perfect and making it jiggle around wildly. She went mad. She started riding my dick with her ass like a crazy cow-girl! One hand holding her hair up, the other firmly on my leg pulling my dick into her ass hole. I came to a shuttering orgasm, and moaned out louder than I could stop myself, but my drunk dick wouldn't go down and she wouldn't stop riding and grinding her bouncing ass cheeks into it. I felt the sweat drip off of her exposed skin in that little cheerleader outfit. Her ass was smashing wildly up and down onto the sides of my dick, as I watched my dick go in and out of her little ass hole. 

Suddenly just as my pelvic area surrounding my dick was getting raw, she lifted off of me standing straight up, turning around on me. I was beat. My hands were thrown to my sides and I was gasping for air. She had a vengeful look in her eyes that frightened me. Without warning she fell on her knees, each knee of hers pinning an arm of mine to the bed. Her wet, humid, cunt was inches away from my face... She said commandingly "eat it Jason..." and she nudged forward smothering my face with her cunt. She began riding my mouth and face like a mad woman with almost as much energy as before. She paused her ride for a moment, pussy still covering my mouth and nose, she pulled her cheer outfit completely off of her and gave each of her nipples a squeeze. Her perky pink nipples were so hard they were both at least an inch long. She rode my face more violently than ever, barely letting me breathe. Her beautiful ass was planted on my upper chest and lower neck. She got louder and louder rubbing her sopping cunt on my face until I felt a large amount a fluid gush from her. She fell back covering my face and chest with her orgasmic fluids, she was screaming and crying with pleasure. 

I grabbed the pillow next to me and wiped the hot fluid from my eyes and nose, then off my chest as much as I could while gasping for precious air. She was laying in the fetal position now. Incapacitated and winding down into sleep. I was fully sober now. She began to snore and her eyes were closed. 

The bed was a hot mess full of fluids and more money than I ever dreamed of. I stood there for a few minutes just taking in the site of it all. My eyes landed on her ass. It was still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was just so thick and juicy, but toned, petite, and still playable. I heard her begin to snore and I covered her with a blanket. 

I picked up my clothes and peeled the money off of me... There was a faint hint of the sun coming up outside my bedroom windows as I went to lie on my own bed. There I lay sleepless and naked. "What was it going to be like now that we passed these boundaries?" I wondered. I thought about taking a shower as I picked a few pubic hairs from my bottom lip and chin. Then it hit me... "She is my cheerleader!" I murmured aloud. 

There was only about a minute's time before I walked back over to my mother's room, threw the blanket off of her, pulled her legs and ass to the side of the bed – bending her over the bed side. I brought my hand up high in the air and let it come down with a crack! Leaving a reddish palm print on her ass... 

She awoke with a yelp and a weak whimper. I then jammed my poor, numbly erect, cock back into her drying pussy and began plowing into it - slamming my pelvic into her ass with each thrust, making her ass clap and jiggle wildly all over again. 



Mommy, Daddy Teach Us How To Cum



When I was in my late teens past my 18th birthday, I had a lot of trouble achieving orgasms unless I was fantasizing about my father, until my parents taught me how to achieve my own pleasure with a boy. But let me start by describing myself, I'm Nancy, a 22 year old, buxom 36dd pear shaped, red curly haired married libertine woman. You could portray me as a voluptuous buxom, 36dd pear shaped breasts, rosy nipples – 28 inch waist - 40 inch hips, 5 foot 4 with full curly auburn hair, with also an hourglass figure. These events happened to me in my late teens. In my teens I kept my pubic hairs trimmed but not shaved, just so they wouldn't show when I wear a bikini thong.

A few months after my 18th birthday, one evening I invited my boyfriend Mike over to my place, it was fairly late so my parents were already sleeping and my brother was out with his friends drinking. We decided to stay in the living room on the sofa; Mike then had a delicious idea of renting some pay per view porn. I squirmed in my plaid mini squirt in anticipation, while he flipped the remote to the couples' selection and then the group subsection. He then stopped on a MILF movie. I looked at him and asked what kind of perverted fantasies had he about older women, he said quite openly that he found older women quite attractive and that he has had fantasies about licking his mother's hairy pussy for a long time and that he would always go to the bathroom after she was done pissing so that he could jack off to her pussy and piss smell. I was surprised and quite shocked at the comment, but it also turned me on that he was just as perverted as me, my nipples reacted to the comment and were poking through my thin see through bra and showing through my blue halter top. I looked in his eyes and confessed that I had done the almost the same, smelling my parents' cum stained sheets after their morning fuck session last weekend.

The movie started showing some blonde busty older woman sitting down with a younger version of her, obviously pretending to be her daughter. Mike then hugged me and I leaned over him resting my head on his lap while watching the movie. He then had his hand up my miniskirt caressing my pussy lips over my panties, while his other hand opened his fly and took his penis out of his underwear. It was already erect with some strong smelling precum leaking from the top. I was looking at it and intoxicated by it's pungent masculine smell I gently gave it quick licks timing them to his fingers caressing me. By then the movie had progressed to a 69 position with both women licking each other's asses and pussies, pretty soon after the lick scene ended, we could hear some moans coming down the hall, and they were not from the porno. We both smiled at each other and decided to investigate the sounds coming from my parents' bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and I gently pushed it open to reveal a most erotic scene in front of my eyes.

My mother, Kathy, is a large breasted sexually open minded woman of 40 years with natural 36d breasts also pear shaped but showing a little more sag than mine with long protruding nipples, long flowing curly dark brown hair, an hourglass figure. She was on all fours on the bed sheet with my father's face under her pussy obviously licking her cunt but he was also at the same time inserting a lubed glass dildo in her asshole, proudly sporting a very hard inclined erection. Standing in the darkness of the corridor, peering inside their room we could smell their juiced pussy and cock but also my mother's brownish ass juices on the dildo. 

Mike whispered in my ear:

''God Nancy, I can smell your mother's cunt and ass from here it's fucking great!''

I looked down and I noticed he hadn't even bothered zipping up his pants; his dick was still pointing out of his zipper, straight up and leaking precum all along its length. I was intoxicated and aroused by the smells and views in front of me I couldn't contain myself I had to taste some cock. I turned around facing Mike, in the process entering my parents room backwards, then crouching on my parted legs, my skirt riding up exposing my smelly wet panties, I slowly took his cock head in my mouth and starting bobbing up and down on his penis. My nipples hurting poking through my clothes, I slowly raised my arms and taking a break from his cock head I took off my halter top and bra, dropping them to the floor. My tits bobbing up and down I proceeded to suck and lick his leaking dick until he quickly came in my mouth with a loud groan. Fearing my parents would see us in the doorframe of their room; I quickly swallowed his spunk and pushed him back into the hall and headed in my room which was facing my parents.

We both fell on the bed, while Mike got naked I took off my skirt and panties, I sat on the bed, legs opened showing my swollen lips smelling the room up with my arousal, he climbed on top of me, his cock head resting on my opened pussy opening. He started caressing and sucking my nipples, I was wetting his mushroom head with my acrid secretions, awaiting my impending orgasm. But to my horror he fell asleep on my breasts suckling on my nipple.

I woke up, startled because the bed was rocking back and forth, I also noticed that both my hands and feet were tied to the bed with nylon ropes. I heard some slurping noises to my left and I was shocked but also kinkily aroused at seeing my mother sitting on Mike's face, have her asshole eaten out.

''Ohhhhh, yessss! Nancy, I came in to see you this morning and I noticed you and Mike naked on your bed. Mike woke up and started caressing his cock while looking at me. Clearly he wanted to fuck me. So I took matters in my own hands, so to speak...''

''Oh Mom, what have you done to him, his balls are huge and his cock is bulging purple! Why am I tied up to the bed!''

''I just slapped his balls a few times, to teach him not to fuck me while he clearly hasn't satisfied you yet. I need to teach this young man how to satisfy a woman. I tied you up so that you wouldn't interrupt us, you need to watch and learn, you stinky slut!''

I could smell her pussy odor all over the room, and clearly I could see with Mike's growing erection that he enjoyed sucking on my mother's anus. I could see his head moving up and down, while my mother gently lowered her face to his cock head while raising her ass in the air so that I could clearly see him now running his tongue all the length of her engorged opened pussy. He was moaning in pleasure and turned to look at my puffed up breasts while she sucked him totally in her mouth. He then placed his hand on my opened wet pussy and started to caress my hardening clitoris, while I watched my mother insert an index finger inside his anus and jerking him off. He cried out in ecstasy, she aimed his penis at me while his cum erupted all over my body

She calmly said: ''Mike, you see for people to understand that you're fucking this girl, they must smell your scent on her, otherwise they'll think she isn't fucking anyone and they'll want to give her their cock! Her daddy always sprays my tits every day so that people can smell that my tits belong to him.''

I looked at her in a daze, amazed that my dad's cum was covering her breasts, I asked her: ''Could I smell your breasts mommy, I'd like to know what daddy's sperm smells like!''

She gently got off Mike, turned around and lowered her breasts over my mouth and nose. She started swinging them side to side, while the tips and nipples hardened when they hit my nose and mouth. I could smell and see the caked layer of cum on her hanging mounds; they had a sweet but very pungent musky scent. I could see she wanted me to taste her nipples; I gently sucked one in my mouth while I heard Mike entering her pussy from behind.

I was pulling on the nipple in my mouth while my boyfriend was fucking her horny leaky cunt. She looked up in my eyes in between moans and said: ''See honey now that I lovingly sucked him and slapped his balls around a bit and lowered my smelly pussy on his face he can't resist fucking it.'' She yelled out and then collapsed over my face, I was buried between her breasts in the scent of my daddy's cum, while a gentle hand was fingering my pussy. I couldn't tell if it was my mother or Mike's hand pinching my clit and fingering my pussy up to my unbroken hymen.

I heard my mother lovingly say: ''Oh Nancy, I'm so proud of you, you're still a virgin'' 

Then she moved her fingers up and started caressing my clitoris while she rocked back and forth with Mike pumping her vagina. He quickly jerked and from the pleasure look on my mother's face I deduced he was cumming inside her.

''Ohhhhh'', I heard her yell. 

He then collapsed next to me, his now limp and wet penis leaking over my thigh.

My mother then slowly turned around, lowered her vagina over my breast, pushing Mike's sperm out of her onto my chest and lowered her ass over me and rubbed it all over my breasts.

''There you go Hon, you're man's sperm is all over you now''

She then got off me and lay on top of Mike, gently kissing him.

She then looked up in Mike's eyes and said:

''How come you haven't pierced her hungry pussy yet''

He looked at my mother, then lowered her face so that she could lick his sweaty empty testacies just like he enjoys after cumming a lot. He keeps saying it helps to produce sperm after he's all empty.

Looking at her licking his balls with a smile he replied:

''Well Kathy, she sucks me and lets me fuck her anus once in a while, I guess that's enough for me for now, I don't want her getting pregnant.''

My mother raised her head from his hairy balls so that she could reply:

''Obviously it's not enough for the both of you, since you have to creep into our bedroom to watch us fuck at night. You obviously enjoyed it since you came so quickly in her mouth''

I quickly replied: ''Oh Mom! You saw us! Did Dad see us too? Please don't tell him I've been sucking his dick and letting him put it in my asshole. I promise I won't tell him you enjoyed Mike. Please I'll even let you enjoy Mike as much as you want''

Then I saw my father at the door, holding my halter top and bra that I dropped on his bedroom floor. He was naked sporting a quite handsome erection between all the hair he had on his balls and penis. He was looking at my spread opened pussy and asshole. They were both quivering in fear and excitement, my pussy lips slowly puffing up and my anus puckering and opening with a steady rhythm. He then bent low and picked up the panties I had discarded in my passion of the previous night. He brought them to his nose, while at the same time pumping his cock in and out of his hands, I had started to leak by that time and my nipples were hardened into hard rocks.

Kathy my mother had stopped licking Mike's balls and was now licking his asshole while Mike was masturbating clearly enjoying the sight of my dad jacking off.

I was now squirming in my ropes embarrassed at the naked display of my attraction to my father jacking off to my naked body.

Jules, my father, then climbed on the bed, and lowered his penis to my face. His penis smelled of dried sperm just like the smell on my mother's tits, but also of urine. He looked into my eyes for approval then slowly lowered his cock head to my lips. He smelled so strong that I changed my mind at that point about sucking him, but then he strongly twisted my nipples and when I opened my mouth to scream he inserted his penis in it. Despite the strong masculine smell I found that I really enjoyed the taste and I started running my tongue all over his round mushroom head, making sure I got all the taste from it and could savor it fully.

Mike then pushed my mother off his anus, mounted me and proceeded in licking my dad's ass, all the while gently inserting his cock inside my vagina. I felt my hymen stretching and then tearing. The pain was so intense I almost bit down on my dad's cock at the same time. My dad's cock slowly deflating under my tongue retreated from my mouth. He then rubbed it all over my face, still enjoying mike's tongue on his hairy asshole. Mike quickly started pumping my torn and bruised cunt, Kathy disappointed in not having his lovely ass to lick, started caressing and squeezing his balls, leaning over his shoulder to watch him penetrate me. He quickly took his penis out of my cunt, spraying sperm and leaking blood over my navel. My father then slowly got off me, Mike also got out of the way and Kathy took position between my legs, licking my bleeding pussy and swollen clitoris peeking out of it's hood. I was thrashing in the throes of a wild orgasm; I raised my bum off the bed pushing my pussy in my mother's face covering her mouth with all my orgasmic fluids.

''Congratulations Nancy, now that you've been fucked and shown your talents at sucking you're now a true woman'' I heard my father say while I was still quivering from pleasure.

I smiled in complete wanton lust and pleasure, and closed my eyes while they gently untied me from the bed.



Mommy: Daughter Begins Training Mom



Note 1: Be sure to read part one...Mommy: Becoming My Daughter's Slut to see how the prim and proper mother ended up being her daughter's submissive.

Note 2: Goes to LeAnn and MAB7991 for their editing...especially since I originally sent them the wrong version! 



Mommy: Daughter Begins Training Mom

The vibrating egg my daughter, my new Mistress, had left for me was buzzing inside me, I reread the note she had left me for me this morning over and over. 

Mom,

It is the morning after...a morning where you may regret the decision you made. That is why I am giving you an out. If you want, we will pretend this never happened and go on with our lives as a traditional family hierarchy: you the mother and me the daughter.

If this is what you want...STOP READING NOW!!!

Signed your loving daughter...

On the other hand, MOMMY-SLUT, if you want to become my unconditional, COMPLETE, sub...my pet, my slut, my obedient slave...well then follow these instructions:

1. Move all your clothes and items into my room and move mine into yours...clearly the Mistress of the house should have the biggest room.

2. You will be naked in the house at all times...but you may have a robe near the door in case company unexpectedly arrives.

3. You will address me as Mistress at all times when we are alone and whenever else I tell you to.

4. There will be no hesitation to my orders any such hesitation...even the slightest...will result in a punishment.

5. You will only orgasm when you have asked for and received my permission.

If you agree to these 5 conditions (and many more that I may add as time goes on), I expect you to go into my room and on my bed, I have left you a present. I expect it to be inside you all day, turned on low, until I get home. You may not come, I want you on the verge of orgasmic bliss all day as you anticipate the beginning of your training as the Mommy-slut you are about to become...a training that will bring you pleasure you can not even imagine (although I am guessing you have been imagining it for a while...haven't you MOMMY-SLUT?)

Now obey, like a good pet...

Signed your dominant daughter Mistress.

It took the majority of the day to switch the rooms around and when I did have free time I had a brief chat with MsAnn about my submission to my daughter. She was thrilled with the progress and told me to keep her up to date.

All day anxiety filled me, as did the constant buzzing of the egg that kept teasing me all day. I was thrilled that I had accomplished my goal of submitting to my beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter; but uncertainty about what was going to happen next had me on eggshells. Every time the phone rang, I hoped it would be her and yet feared it just as much. I was a bundle of nerves and it was almost dinner when I got a text from her.

Have you decided to be my Mommy-slut or return to your role as my traditional mother?

Reading the one sentence flooded me with shame. The ache and loss I felt at the words 'traditional mother' seemed to bring the harsh reality of what I had done to light. I briefly thought what I was throwing away.

Yet, overpowering my shame was my hunger for submission. I flashbacked to Chloe's submission to my daughter that fateful night where what I saw my daughter do changed my life forever; I flashbacked to last night when my daughter had fucked me and declared me her pet. Each brought changes in me, changes I could not undo nor did I want to. Accepting my new role with both excitement and trepidation, I took a deep breath before officially accepting my new role, my leaking eager pussy answering the question for me.

Mistress Kaylee,
Yes, I have accepted my role.

After sending it, I realized that she now had digital evidence of my sin. Instantly stress overwhelmed me and I was trying to calm myself down when another text came.

Mommy-slut,
That is great to hear. I will be home in fifteen minutes with friends. Get dressed. No bra or panties, just a dress and thigh high stockings.
Mistress Kaylee

I stared at the order briefly before quickly going into my new room, Kaylee's room before today, and found a dress, the longest one I could find. Putting it on, I realized it would not hold my 36C breasts in firmly. Keeping the egg in my cunt was a challenge and yet another worry when Kaylee's friends got here. Three more dresses had similar problems and I decided to ignore the no bra instruction. I had just finished putting on black thigh highs when I heard the front door open.

Seconds later, I heard Kaylee call out, "I'm home, Mommy."

I went downstairs trying to be casual as I slowly walked down the stairs terrified that the egg might fall out. I walked into the living room and saw that besides Kaylee, was Chloe Malloy, the Reverend's daughter, who was Kaylee's submissive pet, Erika White the co-cheerleading captain with Kaylee, and Beth Saunders another cheerleader I had only met a couple of times.

"Hi, girls," I greeted, like I would always do when Kaylee brought a friend over.

"Mommy, order us pizza," Kaylee ordered, looking at me with a smile that shifted the second she looked at my chest.

Nervous by her disapproving look, I quickly obeyed, like a maid, "Yes, dear, what would you girls like?"

Kaylee, her tone ice cold, said, "Just bring us the menus, Mother." 

The way she said 'Mother', with such disrespect, was utterly humiliating in front of three other teens, yet my response was, "Yes, dear," and I immediately left.

I returned a minute later with the menus and stood waiting patiently, like a servant, while the three girls surveyed the different pizza place menus. Finally, they decided and Kaylee continued to treat me like a servant. She told me what to order then handed me the menus and said, with a wave of her hand implying my dismissal, "Here."

I took the menus, felt the other three girls' eyes on me as I turned and walked to the kitchen. In the kitchen, I phoned in the girls' order and tried to regain my composure. The thought of submitting to Kaylee excited me, yet being treated with such disrespect in front of others was not something I expected.

A sat in the kitchen for a few minutes an emotional mess until Kaylee bellowed, "Mother."

I sighed and returned to the potential humiliation. "Yes, Kaylee," I said, once in the room.

"Where are our drinks?" she said, her tone an accusation.

Even though she hadn't asked for or ordered drinks, I knew my answer should be an apology. "Oh sorry girls," I said, with an insipid giggle, "What would you girls like?"

"Four cokes," Kaylee ordered, clearly the one in charge of her group. 

I instantly wondered if Erica or Beth were submissives to Kaylee too, but pushed the thought aside as I said "Coming right up."

I returned to the kitchen, grabbed four cans of coke, and returned to the living room and heard just the end of a sentence out of Erica's mouth. "So you fucked her?"

I instantly went red with the instant fear they were talking about me. I nervously handed each of the girls a coke and asked, "Can I get you ladies anything else?"

Kaylee waved me off again. "Nothing now, Mother," again her tone on the word 'Mother' implying a great disrespect towards me.

"I'll be upstairs if you need anything," I offered, before leaving the girls alone.

In my new room a minute later, the buzzing in my pussy was really driving me crazy. I ignored the growing temptation to disobey my daughter's no coming without permission order, but seeing the look of death I received for wearing a bra I decided against it.

I heard giggles, I heard chatter, and every time I wondered if they knew. Trying to distract myself with a book, I grabbed the novel I had been reading. It worked as a distraction until the doorbell rang.

Instantly, Kaylee bellowed, "Mother, the door."

I sighed and quickly hurried down the stairs. As I did, the egg slipped out of my wet cunt and bounced down the stairs. I gasped mortified and quickly picked it up and shoved it back in before anyone could notice. Flushed, my cunt's scent on my fingers, I answered the door. I paid the pizza girl and brought the pizzas into the living room. 

"Plates?" Kaylee said, the question rhetorical, the expectation clear.

"Coming right up," I responded cheerfully.

I returned a minute later with plates and handed one to each girl. 

"Thanks Ms. Pierce," Beth said.

"Yes, thank you so much Mother," Kaylee said, her tone dripping with condescension.

Ignoring it, I replied, "You girls are so welcome. Is there anything else?"

"No, Mother, that is all," Kaylee replied her words firm and clearly implying I was to go.

Back upstairs, I sighed, as I looked in the mirror and tried to come to grips with my treatment. I was turned on thinking of submitting to Kaylee, yet the treatment downstairs, the utter disrespect, was not a turn on at all. 

I went onto my laptop and logged in. I quickly sent a lengthy message to MsAnn explaining all that had transpired the past twenty-four hours. A few minutes later, MsAnn replied.

MsAnn: U did it? WOW!!!

Evesub: Thanks...your advice was instrumental.

MsAnn: Well now we are both daughter fuckers.

Evesub: I guess we are 

MsAnn: So now what?

Evesub: She is downstairs and has been treating me like a maid.

MsAnn: She is testing u

Evesub: So what do I do?

MsAnn: That is up to you. Are you willing to allow others to know of your incest act?

Evesub: Not if possible. Plus I don't like her treating me with such disrespect in front of her friends.

MsAnn: A tricky fine line. She is testing you like she would with a late curfew. So you must make it clear that as a mother you are to be respected when others are around

Evesub: That makes sense, but what if she doesn't agree

MsAnn: Well, you crossed the line, my dear...Pandora's Box has been opened and with it does come potential consequences.

Evesub: I didn't think that through completely, did I?

MsAnn: No, but would you go back in time and not do what you did?

I thought about that briefly and realized I wouldn't. I never felt more alive than in that brief moment of submission, and I wanted and craved more.

Evesub: No.

MsAnn: No, what?

Evesub: I wouldn't not do it. I mean I don't regret it, I just don't want the whole world to know I am a submissive to my own daughter.

MsAnn: But you are.

Evesub: Yes, but....

MsAnn: Accept the reality that your life has changed...but if you are honest with her off the bat maybe she will respect your wishes for both confidentiality and using you sexually

Evesub: I guess

"Mother, what are you doing in my room?" Kaylee said as I sat on what was now her bed.

I stammered, quickly closing my computer, "Just chatting online." 

She walked in and said with a heavy, condescending sigh, "You really are going to need a lot of training."

"Kaylee," I began sheepishly, trying to start the conversation.

"I am Mistress when alone," she turned and snapped.

I again stammered, "S-s-sorry, Mistress Kaylee, can we talk?"

"That is what we are doing," she replied, going to the closet.

"I mean can we clarify boundaries," I struggled to get out, as she began getting undressed in front of me.

"I think I made the boundaries pretty clear already, did I not?" she questioned, not even looking at me as she was now only in her panties and bra.

"Yes, but I was referring to your treatment of me in front of your friends," I continued on, even though her tone was menacing.

Turning to me as her bra hit the floor, my eyes magnetically drawn to them, she asked, "What about it?"

"I am still your mother," I tried to explain.

"Don't you mean my mommy-slave," she asked back, as she tugged her panties down, her perfect ass staring me in the face.

I felt my pussy tingle at the name, as she seemed to frame her ass for me.

"What Mommy, are you distracted by your hunger to eat your daughter's ass while her friends are downstairs waiting for her?" she asked, pulling her ass cheeks apart.

"Please, Kaylee," I weakly protested, my brief moment of standing up for yourself already fading.

"Crawl to me, Mother," she ordered her use of the word 'mother' clearly derogatory.

"What about your friends?" I asked, even as I began moving towards her like a moth drawn to a flame.

She smirked at the reality I was moving even as I asked the question. "Mother dearest, who runs this house now?"

"You do, Mistress," I answered, reaching her.

"And does the Mistress of the house ever get questioned?" she asked.


"No, Mistress," I said, reluctantly.

"Yet, you just questioned her, did you not?" she continued.

"Yes," I whispered.

"So you need to be disciplined for your disobedience," Kaylee concluded spreading her cheeks, her tight rosebud staring me in the eyes.

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, suddenly wanting to lick her ass, something that had never once in my life been a consideration or turn-on.

"Beg to lick your daughter's ass, slut," Kaylee ordered, her ass just inches from my face.

I stammered, talking dirty making myself wet at the same time, distracted by her ass, drawn into the submission, forgetting her friends downstairs, "M-M-Mistress, may your slut mother eat your asshole?"

"What a dirty mouth you have, my dear," she quipped back, playing on the words of her favorite childhood story 'Little Red Riding Hood'.

"All the more for eating you with," I replied back, playing along like a good submissive, my cunt beginning to leak down my leg.

"Fuck Mom, you really are one submissive little dyke," she said, seemingly impressed as she reached back grabbed my head and pulled me between her ass cheeks.

Like a good eager slut, I extended my tongue and began licking my daughter's ass. The submission was so humiliating, yet equally exhilarating as I committed the taboo twisted act. I wanted to please my daughter at all costs, my brief moment of trepidation forgotten in the moment it took for my daughter to threaten disciplining me.

The taste of her ass was surprisingly not as unpleasant as I anticipated, it was more salty sweet sweat then the other more disgusting assumption.

After just a few seconds of the submissive sexual task, Kaylee moved away and began getting dressed again as I watched on my knees waiting further instructions. Once she was dressed, she turned around and said, "See you later, Mommy-slut the girls and I are going to a party. Be sure to clean up downstairs."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, as I watched her walk out of the room again leaving me wanting more.

I didn't leave the room until after I heard the front door close. My pussy was on fire, but obeying the expectations laid out for me, I refrained from fanning the flames of the fire and instead tried to squelch them with a cold shower. It didn't work, but it did relax me a bit. I straightened out the mess left by the girls in the living room with no idea how long she would be gone. When the task was competed I sat down thinking what I should do next. I probably should call MsAnn back but it seemed our conversation had reached a conclusion. I tried to relax by reading a book. Exhausted, I was just getting ready for bed when I received a text from Kaylee.

Mommy-slut,
I will be home in a few minutes, I expect you at the door, naked, except for your thigh high stockings. It is time for your training to begin!!!
Mistress Kaylee

The fire in my cunt that had been lingering like a constant reminder of my submission instantly rekindled and began to burn bright. My hands trembled with excitement as I texted back:

Mistress Kaylee
I eagerly wait on my knees for you.
Your mommy-slut

Strangely, typing such words only enhanced my eagerness to submit. My hunger to taste her overriding every other natural instinct I had.

Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like an hour as I waited, my nipples hard, my pussy juice leaking slightly, as I waited by the door like a puppy waiting for its master.

As soon as the door opened, I realized my daughter was not alone as I heard more than one voice from just outside the door.

I wanted to cover myself up, the thought of others seeing my submission suddenly mortifying, yet before I had time to react, I was staring at the one friend returning with my daughter Erica. 

Erica stopped in her tracks, mouth wide open, as she followed behind Kaylee.

Kaylee said, "Good girl, crawl over here to get your reward, Mommy slut."

Humiliated, I fell to all fours and crawled like a puppy to her as her pretty brunette friend watched in stunned silence. When I reached Kaylee, she bent down and patted my head. "You are such a good girl," she repeated, treating me like a puppy.

"I can't fucking believe it," Erica said, her tone implying a mixture of shock and awe.

Kaylee responded in her usual confident tone, "Told you."

Erica finally spoke. "I know you said you thought your mom was a dyke, but this...this is...."

"Awesome," my daughter finished the sentence.

"Stunning, I was going to say."

"My mom is my pet. She will obey any order, won't you, Mommy?"

I nodded in the affirmative, my humiliation burning through my very core, yet unable to actually say the words.

"Use words, Mommy-slut," Kaylee ordered, able to see right through my insecurities.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Yes, what?" she demanded.

"Yes, I will obey you."

"Bark!" she ordered.

Mortified by the demand, yet oddly tantalized, I barked

"Roll over," she ordered.

Humiliation building, I rolled over awkwardly, my cunt now on display to my daughter and her friend.

Kaylee slipped out of her heels and tossed one a few feet away. "Fetch, Mommy."

A new shade of red was created at that moment as my cheeks already ruby red went even darker I imagine. Yet, already so far over the line, I crawled quickly to the heel, bent down and grabbed it between my teeth and brought it back to my very amused daughter.

"This is fucking amazing," Erica raved, "Can you make Elaine a pet too?"

Elaine was Erica's mother, someone I had coffee with on occasion, we were not best friends but in the same mother circle because of our daughters.

"Think you can seduce Mrs. White, Mommy-slut?" Kaylee asked.

"I-I-I don't know," I stammered, the idea unfathomable.

"The question was rhetorical you dumb slut," Kaylee sighed. "You are to make it happen, is that clear?"

"Y-y-yes, Mistress," I babbled, humiliated by my treatment, yet turned on just the same. 

Erica was giddy with excitement. "I can't wait, I want my own Mommy-pet."

"Until then," Kaylee asked Erica, "Do you want to play with my pet?"

"Oh my God, yes," Erica admitted, her face also flushed, hinting at just how horny she was.

"Get undressed sexy," Kaylee suggested.

I watched from my subservient position, as Erica quickly discarded her skimpy outfit. She was very attractive, with small but firm tits and a trimmed but still hairy pussy.

Kaylee sat down on her usual chair and said, "Mommy pet, you may have a snack."

Erica sat on the couch, spread her legs, and patted her pussy. This was my last chance to stand up and keep what little dignity I had left, but the magnetic pull was too powerful, my desire to obey too strong and my need to please all I could think of. Like a puppy, I quickly obeyed and was between the teenager's tanned legs. I hesitated briefly before Erica ordered, "Start licking, puppy."

I leaned forward and began lapping my daughter's friend's cunt in front of her. Erica's pussy was hairier than I thought when I began licking, but her pubes captured her heavenly scent. Although I was nervous and tentative at first, I soon got into a rhythm and began pleasing her. I explored her cunt like Christopher Columbus explored America, with wonder and amazement. Each new sound excited me, each slight gush of wetness created a hunger for more and her hands in my hair fulfilled by need of utter submission regardless of the cost. As I explored every inch of her cunt, her moans began softly, but as I continued to explore, to use my tongue to spread open her canyon of pleasure, eventually digging deeply inside her pleasure canal with my tongue she got wetter and soon her moans got louder.




Mommy: Daughter Begins Training Mom



My daughter asked, "Is my Mom a good cunt-muncher?"

"Yeeeees," Erica moaned, her body trembling, "she will maaaaake a good addition to our dyke cluuuuub."

"I thought she might," my daughter announced, as I wondered how many other girls were a part of the dyke club.

"Oh yeeees, she will be a great addition," Erica moaned as her breathing increased.

Eager to get her off, I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth while sliding a finger inside her volcano of lust, as I watched and lapped as an eruption exploded out of her. 

"Aaaaaaaaaah, your Mom is making me come, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh, oh, oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

I was rewarded with a gush of her sweet lava coating my mouth and face. I eagerly lapped up as much of her cum as I could while feeling hands on my hips.

Erica spoke, once her breathing finally had become less erratic, "That was fucking hot. Crazy hot."

"Go get me a strap-on Erica. It is time I fucked my Mommy-slut."

Erica quickly stood up and disappeared as my daughter continued, "Mom, we are going to have so much fun. Next week I am going to have a cheerleader sleepover and you will be the maid."

"Oh my," I blurted, stunned by her idea.

"Oh my, indeed," she smiled. "You will be a full-service maid."

"You switched rooms?" Erica called from upstairs.

"Of course, I am the Mistress of the house I should have the master bedroom shouldn't I?" Kaylee called back.

"You are fucking brilliant," Erica called back.

"But won't someone say something?" I asked, petrified of the truth of my incestuous submission being revealed.

She chuckled. "They are all under me. Every one of them are my dykes. I have incriminating evidence against them all. They know their place, just as you will."

"Oh," I replied, overwhelmed with all I didn't know about my daughter before this journey of seduction and submission began; yet equally impressed by the confidence that exuded out of her.

Erica returned carrying one of Kaylee's strap-ons. Erica put it on my daughter, as she sat back on the couch, while I watched eagerly knowing where that big cock was going. Kaylee's cock standing like a missile, she ordered, "Come straddle me, Mommy slut."

Thankful to be off my knees and desperate to get fucked, I quickly straddled my daughter and slowly lowered myself onto her cock before letting out a yelp the vibrating egg still in me.

Kaylee laughed, "Maybe we should take that out."

Straddling Kaylee, I awkwardly moved off the cock, pulled out the sticky egg, tossed it aside and quickly swallowed the toy with my burning cunt.I was so wet, the toy easily filled my desperate cunt. I began riding the cock, wanting nothing more than an orgasm at the hands of my beautiful daughter. I bounced up and down, taking the whole cock inside my pussy, wanting it to go deeper and deeper. A couple of minutes in, Kaylee began bucking her hips up, meeting my bounce and fulfilling my desire to have the cock go deeper. The first pump hurt, but was soon replaced with a burning pleasure. 

Kaylee demanded, "I want you to come for me in 10 seconds, slut. No more, no less."

Eager to obey, I continued bouncing, while my hand went to my swollen clit. I heard her count down as I frantically tried to time my orgasm. Feeling the crescendo building, at five I began slapping my clit and each slap shot a convulsion though me. I timed it perfectly my orgasm quaked through me as my daughter demanded, "Now, slut. Come for your Mistress, Mommy-slut."

"Aaaaaaaaaaah, fuuuuuuuuuck, yes Mistreeeeeeeess, I'm your slut, oh godddddddddddddd yeeeeeees!!" I bellowed as the most intense orgasm in my life blasted through my entire body.

I fell forward into her, my body weak, and allowed the orgasm to continue its journey through me. I don't know how long I was leaning on my daughter with my eyes closed, but when I opened them, Erica was smiling at me. "Go get me a drink of water, Mommy-slut."

"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, as I weakly stood up, my legs still feeling like rubber. I gingerly made my way to the kitchen, even as my pussy juice continued to stream down my leg, the aftershocks of the earthquake continuing to tremble through me.

In the kitchen, I poured myself a drink as well and took a breath to recover. I shook my head at everything I had just done, mortified by my weakness and yet completely sexually satisfied in ways I never had been before. I returned a moment later with a glass of water for my daughter who was now being eaten by Erica who was between my daughter's legs. I was instantly jealous, eager to taste from the source the juice I had savoured a few times in her panties.

Kaylee, seeing me watching longingly, smiled, "Does Mommy want to taste her daughter's cunt?"

"Yes, badly," I admitted.

"Crawl to me, slut," my daughter demanded.

I obeyed and Erica moved away, allowing me access to my daughter's pussy.

I crawled between Kaylee's legs and stared at her perfect pussy. My fantasy now about to become a reality, I leaned forward.

Kaylee stopped me. "I didn't say you could lick me yet, did I?"

"Sorry, no, you didn't," I replied scorned.

"Beg to eat your daughter's cunt," she demanded.

I didn't hesitate obeying the order, hungry to both submit without reservation and taste my daughter's cunt which was so close now, I could nearly taste it. "Please Mistress Kaylee, can Mommy lick your cunt? Mommy wants to get her Mistress, her daughter, off like a good submissive cunt-licking slut." The self-degradation somehow turned me on even more as I looked up at my beautiful smiling daughter.

Erica said, "I got that on video."

"Good," Kaylee said, as I let out a surprised gasp.

"It's ok, Mother, I don't show such humiliating images unless provoked, and you will be making a much more humiliating video for me later anyways, like all my other dyke sluts," she explained.

"Okay?" I said, my tone clearly showing my insecurity.

"Erica, what did you do on video?" Kaylee asked.

"Sucked Elmer Wells's cock," Erica said. I gasped again as Elmer was a seventy year old member of our church.

"And," Kaylee continued.

"Then I let him fuck my ass in church a couple of hours before the service," Erica admitted, strangely without a hint of shame.

"What should we make my Mommy-slut do?" Kaylee asked, as she grabbed my head and pulled me into her wet cunt.

I tried to listen while I began licking, but the intoxicating scent and taste had my brain shifting to sexual pleasure toy and I zoned out even though the conversation was about me and some humiliating sexual act. That said, I couldn't imagine a more humiliating act to have as blackmail then eating my own daughter's cunt.

Although I could hear odd words like, ass, public, and orgy, I focused on getting my daughter off. I wanted to get her off and wanted to taste her cum as it flowed out of her because of my tongue. I licked Kaylee's pussy lips, I sucked her clit between my lips and as her legs tightened around my head I slid a finger inside her wet cunt. 

Kaylee moaned, "That's it Mommy, get your Mistress daughter off."

I searched for her g-spot as I teased her clit relentlessly. Finally, finding the often elusive g-spot, something no man had ever found in me, I began to tap it like a drum.

Kaylee's moans increased instantly and I could tell she was going to come soon. "Oh yes, dooooon't stop Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmy -sluuuuuuuuut."

I obeyed continuing to give as much pleasure as I possibly could to my beautiful Mistress, to prove I would indeed be a good pet.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck," Kaylee screamed as her orgasm hit her and I was rewarded with a gush of her cum as it flooded out of her and into my eager mouth. Her cum tasted like the finest of wines as I couldn't get enough of Kaylee's addicting taste. I continued licking, my finger still inside her until she pushed me away, "Stop, I'm going to pee."

Erica quipped, "We haven't made anyone do that before."

Kaylee laughed, "That is true."

My finger covered in my daughter's cum, I put my finger in my mouth and retrieved every drop of Kaylee's cum.

"You really are an eager lez, Mommy-slut," Kaylee said, as she stood up. "I really do need to pee."

I watched Kaylee disappear as Erica asked, "So are you really going to seduce my Mother?"

"It seems so," I replied, thinking I wouldn't even know where to begin.

"I can't wait," Erica said, just the thought of it seemed to get her horny as she said, "Come get me off, you little slut, until I have my own Mommy-slut to use."

"Yes, Erica," I replied, crawling back between her legs. As I began licking, I wondered what my daughter had in store for me. My cunt leaked at the thought of being drawn further into the world of lesbian submission.

I licked slowly as I pondered my future as a submissive lesbian to my flesh and blood and wondering besides a weekend slave for a group of teen cheerleaders, what was the other humiliating tasks Kaylee had in mind. A chill went up my spine as my mind spun with possibilities and I felt hands on my hips.

"Ready to get ass fucked, Mommy?" my daughter asked.

I didn't even hesitate as I said, between licks, "Yes, Mistress, fuck Mommy's ass."

I felt warm liquid between my ass cheeks and after some rubbing of my puckered back door, Kaylee slowly pushed forward and after a brief resistance I felt my ass get filled.

I whimpered, "Aaaaaaaaaaah," as a burning pain seared through me. Yet, I allowed the pain to linger, then simmer, as Kaylee slowly fucked my ass.

"Good, Mommy," Kaylee purred, as she promised, "This is just the beginning, Mommy."

"I hoooooooope so," I whimpered, my body now just a vessel of pleasure for my daughter...and I wouldn't have it any other way.

THE END



Mommy Deadest



The first time, it had been all me, mooning over Joannie. But the second time. Ah, the second time she was there, I was getting noticed. And I knew what Joannie wanted. I could give it to her now. I'd come a long way in that department—from just mooning over her to being ready to do something.

Until I'd had gone to college that first year, I hadn't tuned into my mom—how sexy she was and how great it would be to be with her—inside her. To come downstairs late on a Saturday morning with a sloppy grin on my face just like my father did. And to enjoy the blush on my mom's face and how, like I'd seem then do, my mom and I'd talk to each other in low, honey-thick tones and would touch each other tenderly and stuff.

College had been a great awakener for me. I hadn't fucked a girl until I'd gone to college. My parents had sent me to an all-boys prep school to get my grades up and sharpen my football skills and visibility to college scouts. That had worked out and I'd gotten an athletic scholarship to James Madison University, which was chomping up the championships in its football league. My parents lived not far away, in Lexington, where my father ran a horse stable in what was serious horse country and my mom was a horse trainer.

Although I had spurned advances by other guys at prep school, it wasn't until I got to JMU that I realized that I was more-than-average good looking and built and that the combination of this and already being on the first string of the football team, made the coeds anxious to open their legs to me and do just about anything I wanted to do with them. What shamed me a bit was that, at the beginning, I hadn't known much of what I could do with them—it took them to show me.

I was a pretty fast learner, though. And I'd toughened up and gained a good bit of what people said were especially good looks during my first year at college. I'd been pretty gangly and dopey and pimply before that. It was only when I came home from the first year to work the summer in my dad's stables that I realized that I was getting as good looking as my dad was.

The women had always gone gaga over my dad—which Mom didn't like all that much. She was older than my dad and he had always looked younger—to the point where some of my parent's friends made remarks about robbing the cradle. All in jest, of course. At least my parents always laughed when the joke rolled out.

That first summer home from college had been a pivotal one for me. Well, for the whole family. And life around our house started unraveling right after I had come home. I'd arrived back on a Thursday, and my father had come home all flushed and big smiles on Friday evening, with a bottle of Jack Daniels under his arm and the look about him that suggested he'd already downed one on his own.

It started with a god awful screech of tires and brakes out in front of our house, which was on a corner of the stable acreage, on a narrow, graveled road, where the thick foliage of tree branches met over the road and there was a blind curve on the approach to our driveway. Dad loved it here—all except for that blind driveway, he always said.

I think my mom just barely tolerated it—the living outside of town on a gravel track.

"What was that I heard out front?" Mom said as Dad walked into the kitchen.

"Just about wiped out a Jag coming out of our driveway. Damn fool driver. Drives just like you do."

"That was Tony," Mom had said. Mom and Tony, a young, suddenly rich-on-little-effort movie star who had bought a show farm a couple of miles away and had engaged my mom along with several other horse and farm specialists to make him an instant country gentleman, had been out in the screened pavilion all afternoon, going over plans for his farm operations.

"And I'm not the one who almost had an accident," she said.

"Yes, well, you're the one whose philosophy of countering the blind spot at the driveway is to gun the engine as you enter the road."

"Let's not fight," Joannie—my mom—then said. "You've come home looking flush with victory. Did the deal go through on the sale of Dancing Belle?

"Did it ever," my dad had said—Dancing Belle was a racing horse he had wanted to sell. "And I sure don't feel like fighting either," he continued.

The way he said it made me look up at his face and then over to my mom's. My year at college had told me what that look meant, and sure enough, after they'd both had a couple of drinks, they were going up the stairs to the bedroom level, Mom in front and giggling and Dad behind and giving her pats on the butt.

My mom made little yip yip sounds, punctuated with periodic moans, when she was having good sex. I hadn't realized that when I was younger. It was only when I was fucking girls in college and they were making similar noises—all a little different from the others, of course, so that sometimes I could only remember which girl I was fucking in the dark by her distinctive sex sound—that I had realized what was happening when I heard those noises from behind the closed bedroom door when I was growing up.

This time I didn't find something else to do when they went upstairs. Now that I remembered it, when this scenario occurred when I was in high school, I'd find someplace else to go to catch dinner, because I knew Mom wouldn't be down to do it anytime soon. I just didn't before give it all that much thought why not. They'd been drinking and they took the bottle with them upstairs, so I guess I'd always sort of thought they were just drinking and continuing to talk up there.

But in light of the sounds of sex I'd gotten out of girls in college, I guess I now knew what my parents were doing those days of the missed dinners.

This time I didn't go out to saddle up with a friend and hit the popular drive-ins where my friends gathered. All of my friends had scattered after high school graduation.

Instead, I went upstairs to my room. That's when I started to hear the sounds that I now fully understood the meaning of. I crept back down the hallway, to find that my parents' bedroom door was open.

My dad was naked and laying on his back on the bed, and my mother was crouched over his pelvis and swaying back and forth. She usually put her long, blonde hair up in a bun, but now it was flowing freely. She was voluptuous, and the first image that came into my mind was of Lady Godiva, riding her horse, naked, through town—and proudly showing off her still-firm, rounded breasts and her enticing body curves. And the horse she was riding was my father.

I looked at him briefly, and that's probably what made something snap in my brain—some deep, forbidden desire that should not have been there, but that I couldn't deny.

There, for just that month, for that very short period of time, my father and I could be twins. He started to age quickly from the point, pulled down by worry over the sinking finances at the stables. But on that Friday, in the shadows of twilight filtering into the bedroom through the windows, it wasn't my dad under my mother, grabbing her waist with his hands and helping her to rise and fall on his cock. It was me.

I wasn't shocked. I immediately was aroused, and I lowered my hand to my crotch. And then it was the three of us having sex, sharing each other. Increasingly as I watched, I had the sensation of floating across the bedroom, disrobing as I went. And arriving at the bed and, as a ghost, descending into my father's form, the two of us as one, and, slowly, my dad floating away and it just me and my mom. Joannie. I didn't think of her as my mom at that moment—and every subsequent moment when I fantasized this and similar scenes. She was Joannie. And I was her lover, Gill. I instinctively knew that she wanted them young and virile. And boy did I have a hard cock for her.

* * * *

That was the high point of my summer—of my life really. The realization that I wanted to fuck my mother. And, for a few fast-moving weeks after that, I combined peeking at my parents doing it and playing out my own fantasies of supplanting my father into a time when I could have said I was walking on the clouds.

But all started to unravel from there fast.

* * * *

"He's half your age, dammit."

"I'm older than you too—although, I must say, Charles, that you have aged this last month. Ever since the deal on Dancing Belle fell through, you've been hell on wheels and obsessing over the stables."

"We're barely still in business. I've had to work my tail off to keep us afloat. But what does that have to do with you asking for a divorce and running off with Tony, that friggin' movie star?"

"Everything. He makes me laugh; you haven't even tried to do that for some time. He makes me feel young."

"Feeling young is everything to you, isn't it? Having a young stud to tell you you're young and beautiful, and staying hard as long as you want to drive."

"I wouldn't have thought you'd want to bring the question of staying power up."

I didn't stay around for any more of the conversation. I was crushed. It wasn't that they were breaking up—but that in rejecting my father for that young movie star, my mother was rejecting me too. For a few, brief weeks, my father and I had merged, had been the same man—both in looks and in possessing my mother. That wasn't real reality, of course, but it was the reality that I had chosen to spin.

I went back to JMU two weeks earlier than I had to. I told my dad I had to go back for football practice—and I did. But not as early as I told him I did.

I arranged to move in with a townie, Cynthia, who was just out of college, but a couple of years older than I was, and who was teaching at an elementary school in Harrisonburg. We fucked like rabbits, me trying to supplant the image of my mother from my brain. But Cynthia didn't have the yip yip sound punctuated with moans that my mother had in sex.

When they reopened the dorms for the year, I moved back on campus at JMU.

By Thanksgiving I had a new step-mom. My mother—Joannie—had gone to Vegas and gotten a quickie divorce, not wanting to give her Tony any time to think about the wisdom of her moving in with him.

My step-mom's name was Deborah. She was a rich blonde—looking remarkably like my mother—who had been stabling her horses with my father and had been flirting with him ever since I remembered. And as I got older, she flirted with me too. She had been the one who had remarked about how identical my father and I were in that period of my nineteen-year-old summer when, in my imagination, we were one man, both fucking my mother.

Christmas Eve, while my father was down on the stables bringing in a new foal who was arriving entirely too early for plans, I fucked my step-mother, Deborah, on the clichéd, but quite effective, white bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire in the living room of her house on a ridge top overlooking Lexington—where my dad had moved when Deborah had bought him after the divorce by agreeing to put the stables back into the black.

Deborah was older than my mother and she was more angular—looking a bit like the horses she loved—and had a few more lines and wrinkles, but in the firelight she was enough like my mother as we lay stretched, both naked, along each other's bodies, hands exploring, that her cunt fit my hard cock as well as any woman's did, that I could just shut my eyes and think "Joannie, Joannie, Joannie" to myself—and pretend that it was my real mom shuddering under me as I came.

Deborah made short groans as I stroked inside her, and she was a talker, wanting to make clear that she only fucked me—had seduced me, in reality—because I was so much like my father—a younger, more virile version of the man she had wanted for years. She'd been forthright enough to say that now that she'd gotten my father, she regretted that he wasn't the same man he'd been when she'd started campaigning for him—that the man she remembered and originally wanted now was me.

She didn't make the yip yip sounds punctuated by moans that my mother did during sex, though, so I only let Deborah fuck me a few more times. Well, maybe a dozen. But the point was that it was just sex; it wasn't fully satisfying. It wasn't my mother.

* * * *

By the time my sophomore year had come to a close, my world had flip-flopped again. Deborah was gone. By that I mean, Dad was back home at the stables and Deborah was up at her mountaintop home, with a Las Vegas divorce of her own. And she was living with Tony, the actor. That meant my mother wasn't with Tony anymore. She'd come home—back to the house by the stables on the narrow graveled road where the branches of the trees met above.

It was only days after I returned from school—to help my dad out in the stables again—that I realized why Mom had come home. She'd come home for me.

The stables were in financial trouble again, and my dad had aged maybe ten years—zipping right by Joannie in terms of age appearance.

The two weren't getting along too well. Both were snappish, and after I came home, they started talking to each other through me. But Mom had come home. That was what was important to me.

She sought me out more now than she ever had when I was younger. And she frequently complimented me on my looks and the shape I was in, saying that I was just like my father when he was younger.

And she gave me those looks. And when she was near me, she came close and touched me. Like she'd never done before.

It was a Friday, a Friday evening, near twilight, when she came to me and touched me on the arm. Dad was down at the stables again, but might return at any moment. I was sitting there, letting her play her fingers up and down my forearm, ruffling my hair there and sending chills up my spine, when she asked me if I wanted to go to Andersons Stables with her to check on the horses. The Andersons were in Florida, and my mother, who trained horses for them, was watching over their stables.

"I have keys to their house," she said, as she raised her hand and dangled them for me to see. And the look she gave me told me exactly what she meant by that.

I took her hand in mine and looked into her eyes. There was no question what she wanted. There was no question what I wanted. No words were needed.

We took her car, with her driving. As we came to the end of the driveway, Joannie, as always, as young at heart as I was, gunned the engine to take the swing onto the graveled lane. We both laughed.

I sensed that I needed to take charge from the beginning—that this was where my dad had gone wrong with Joannie. He'd let her take charge, drive, and that this was gotten them into trouble, into a rut. She needed to be surprised, to be controlled, driven by a virile young cock. She made no bones about wanting her men young and virile.

When we drove up to the Andersons' house, therefore, when Joannie got out and headed toward the house, I took hold of her wrist, holding her in a firm grip so that she winced and looked at me in surprise. And then I guided her to the stables.

We found an unused stall, where fresh, sweet hay had been laid. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to me and crushed her lips with mine. She melted to me quickly and ran a hand down my chest to my crotch. I felt her gasp within the confines of our kiss when her fingers found me and traced my half-hard through the material of my trousers. She started unbuckling my belt and unzipping my trousers with both of her hands.

But this was her in control again. So, I brushed her hands away. And I forced her to her knees and pulled my cock out with my own hand and presented it to her lips. She whimpered and moaned, but she slid her lips down my shaft, pulling me inside her mouth, and gave me expert suck. I'd never seen her do this for my dad, and while she sucked, I wondered if this was something she'd done for young movie star Tony.

It didn't matter. She obviously hadn't thought of doing it for me. So, I was keeping her off balance.

I released the bun her hair was in and let her tresses fall to below her shoulders. I dipped my face down and luxuriated in the smell of whatever fragrance she used in her hair shampoo. I vaguely connected it with smell of the schoolteacher, Cynthia, back in Harrisonburg. But I immediately banished that from my thoughts. This was Joannie, who I had wanted for so long. My mother. I would not think of any other woman at this moment.

While I was hunched over her, I moved my hands under her chin at my crotch and unbuttoned her blouse as far down as I could reach. I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed her nipples. She gasped and I felt her tongue flicking at my piss slit and then trying to invade. I sensed combat. She was fighting me for control.

I pushed her away from my dick and she fell back on her tailbone against the wall of the stall, stunned, if only temporarily. A horse whinnied and moved restlessly in the neighboring stall. Joannie looked at me in surprise.

I had her off balance. I went down on my knees and grasped the waistband of her skirt and literally ripped it—and then her panties—off her legs. I dove for her muff with my face, and she let out a little cry and buried her hands in the hair on my head and slung her legs over my shoulders as I started to give her the eating out of her life.

She was loving it. I was listening for the sounds of her loving it. But she was making other sounds, louder, more animalistic. I didn't think that either Dad or Tony had ever done this to her, for her before. Was I pushing her beyond where she'd been before? That wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to her the yip yips, the off-beat moans.

She cried out my name, repeatedly, begging me for the fuck. I came up for air and hunched over her and looked down into her face, looking for the pain and surprise and passion that I knew I'd see there, as I clutched at her hips, rolled them up, and slammed my cock deep inside her.

I thrust again and again, listening for the sounds I expected, that I wanted to hear.

* * * *

"You say that were both alive when you put them in the bus?"

"Yeah, but they're dead now," the medic answered. "The way she slammed that car into the UPS truck when she shot out of the driveway, I'm surprised they made it as far as the ambulance."

"Mother and son, do ya think?"

"Yeah, probably, but the funniest thing. At the last she was making little yip yip sounds punctuated by moans and the young guy had one of the hardest hard ons that I've ever seen—and damned if they weren't both smiling."

"And you say they died in the same instant?"

"Yeah, went off together, just like that. And those big smiles on their faces."



Mommy Dear



I hadn't seen him come in the room. Not surprising since I had a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy and I was doing my best to get the three of us off. Also there was a crowd in the room that tended to block him from my view. Besides the two I was taking care of there were five more waiting for a turn at the slut on the king-sized bed.

Dave was sitting on the bed and I had my head in his lap while sliding up and down on Jake who was underneath me. I felt the bed shift as someone else got on it and I heard one of the guys say, "Oh man, that's sick" as one finger and then two started to probe my ass. I smiled inwardly as I said to myself, "Speak for yourself young man, I love anal sex" and I waited for the owner of those fingers to slide something bigger (I hoped) into my butt.

I felt his hands grip my hips and his cock poke at my butt hole and then I felt the delicious pain that I knew would soon turn into ragging pleasure as he slowly worked himself into my ass. The boy was no stranger to ass fucking - he knew to take it slow and easy - and he slowly stroked into me until he felt me start to push back at him. He and Jake got a rhythm going and it didn't take them long to bring me to my umpteenth orgasm of the night.

I was just coming down from the high when the guy in my ass said:

"She sure is tight. Her butt must not get used a lot."

I almost panicked and was getting ready to jump up and run from the room when I remembered that because of the hood I was wearing he couldn't tell who I was. But I knew who he was and that thought alone was enough to make me cum again as my son Marty continued to fuck my ass.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

How did I come to find myself doing what I was doing? I spent a lot of time telling myself that it wouldn't have happened if my husband would have spent a little more time with me and a little less time on building his business. That and doing what it eventually led him into, but deep down I knew that wasn't totally true. I was a slut at heart and had always been one and after years of keeping it buried I had finally set it free.

Before I met Mike I had probably been laid by over two hundred guys. A lot of them were guys who had been at the gangbangs I usually found myself in and I never knew the names of most of them. I met Mike, feel madly in love with him and promised myself that my slut life was over and done with and that from then on I was Mike's only.

It didn't work out that way of course. I couldn't just turn it off and during the course of our two year engagement I strayed maybe two dozen times. A couple of times were gangbangs, but I was kind of proud of myself in that while I hadn't totally quit being a slut I had cut way back. I looked at it as "tapering off" and I told myself that by the time Mike and I wed I would have gotten it all out of my system. By the time Mike and I married I was only putting out for one or two guys a month and I hadn't done a gangbang in three months.

My friend Alice bet me that I would be cheating on Mike within a month of being married and I took the bet. And I won it! Mike and I said "I do" and for the next twenty-four years no cock but his ever entered my body. I wasn't totally pure and there were some men out there who were the recipients of a hand job or two that were given out at parties when I'd had way too much to drink and one man had gotten a blow job, but I had left the slut part of me way behind. Or so I thought.

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I found myself at forty-four with three grown children and a husband who had seemingly forgotten how to take care of my needs. I had gone without sex for over two months and I was going crazy. The hard part is that there were males all over the place that wanted me and didn't bother to hide it. The worst part is they were constantly around me. My three sons, Dan (21), Marty (19), and Sam (18) had made our house "party central." We had a large swimming pool and it was always full of their friends.

I have taken good care of myself and I was proud to be able to say that at my age I was still able to put a lot of their young lady friends to shame. When I put my five foot six inch one hundred twenty-six pound body in a bikini you can believe me when I say I got plenty of stares and wishful looks from my son's friends.

My boys are old enough to drink and so their parties always include some alcohol, but I make sure that nothing gets out of hand. Their friends do get mellow from time to time and I've had several of those hunky young guys hit on me. I flirt with them, sometimes outrageously, and I've even let several of them "accidentally" rub up against me and touch me and sometimes in the pool during some horseplay I've even let myself get felt up pretty good.

The bottom-line being that I always have a house full of young studs around, studs that I know would fuck me in a flash if they could. There were days when I would look out at the pool, see all that healthy young meat and think of the days when I was a gangbang loving slut and wonder what it would be like to go out there and be one again.

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It might have been my inner slut being awakened that put me where I am now, but it was my husband who was responsible for waking it up. Over two months of no sex and I was getting desperate. The three boys had gone camping for the weekend and Mike and I would have the house all to ourselves for the weekend and I was going to put on a full court press to get myself laid. 

Friday morning I went to the mall and spent an hour at Victoria's Secret and by five-thirty I was ready and waiting for Mike to walk through the front door. I was wearing a black lace teddy with matching thong and a pair of strappy sandals with five-inch heels. I had a pitcher of martini's cooling in the fridge and lit scented candles in the bedroom. It was going to be my weekend.

At ten to six the phone rang and it was Mike calling to tell me he would be working late and probably wouldn't be home before eleven. I was upset when I hung up the phone. Hell, upset was way too mild a word to use for the way I felt. I poured myself a martini and sat down at the kitchen table to drink it. About half way through the drink I said, "To hell with this" and I got up and went into the bedroom, went into the closet and got a sundress, slipped it on and headed back downstairs. I grabbed my purse and car keys. I was going to get laid! If Mike wasn't coming home I would do him on his desk at work, but I was going to have a dick in me and that is all there was to it.

When I got to the office there were two cars in the parking lot, Mike's and Becky's. Becky was Mike's secretary and my son Dan's fianc‚e. The door was locked and so I used my key to let myself in. As I walked to the back of the building where Mike had his office I started hearing sounds, sounds that I recognized, sounds that had been missing from my bedroom for over two months.

When I got to the doorway to Mike's office I saw that I wasn't the only one who had thought of doing Mike on his desk. Becky was on her back, legs up on Mike's shoulders and Mike was pounding into her. She was moaning, "Oh yes, oh yes" as Mike was saying, "Like this cock baby? Like the way I fuck you?"

They hadn't seen me so I ducked back away from the door. From where I was I couldn't see, but I could hear.

"Whose slut are you?"

"Yours baby, I'm your slut."

"Who fucks you better, me or Dan?"

"You do baby, you do."

"You know that I'm going to keep fucking you after you marry Dan, don't you?"

"You'd better."

"Your first baby is going to be mine."

"Make it twins lover."

"Maybe even triplets. Get ready slut, here it comes."

Done with sex they laid there talking. Becky said, "Dan won't be back till Sunday night. Can we get together tomorrow and Sunday?"

"Yeah baby, I'll find some way to get out of the house."

"You didn't really mean it when you said you were going to father our first baby, did you?"

"Hell yes I meant it."

"How can you do that?"

"I fuck you bareback when you are fertile and you make Dan wear a rubber until I knock you up and then you tell him that one of his rubbers must have failed."

"That's nasty, but I do like the thought of him raising his half brother or half sister."

I quietly let myself out of the building, got in my car and sat there, numbed by what I'd just found out. That bastard! That miserable, rotten bastard! For two months I'd gone without sex while that fucking asshole was fucking his own son's fianc‚e. I noticed the lights in the building going out and I didn't want Mike coming out and seeing me there. I didn't want him to know that I knew what he was doing, at least not just then. 

I started my car and headed for home. As I drove I considered my options. I could wait until he fell asleep, tie him to the bed and cut off his cock, but that would probably get me put in jail. As much as I wanted to fuck him up I didn't want to screw myself in the process. It looked as if I would have to go the traditional route - get the goods on him and take him to the cleaners in the divorce. I also needed to get Dan away from Becky before he ruined his life by marrying the little pig.

When I got home I got out the pitcher of martinis and went out and sat by the pool where I sat, drank and felt sorry for myself. I had worked my way through half the pitcher of martini's when the doorbell rang. I answered it to find Tony, one of Dan's friends standing there.

"Hi Mrs. Ransom, is Dan here?"

"No sweetie, he went camping with his brothers and they won't be back until Sunday night."

I noticed that he wasn't looking at my face while I was talking to him and I looked down to see where his eyes were trained. I saw that my dress had gaped open and he could see my breasts through the lacey black teddy. Tony was one of the guys who had groped me in the pool a time or two and I suddenly had a wicked thought.

"Would you like a better look at them Tony? Would you like me to take off my dress?"

I'd caught him totally by surprise and the poor dear looked like a doe caught in the headlights of an onrushing car. I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the house and then I led him to the living room couch. I pushed him down on the couch and said:

"Stay sweetie, don't move, I'll be right back."

I went to the CD player, picked out the music I wanted and turned it on. I smiled at Tony and said:

"I'll show you what I have sweetie, but I want to see what you have. Take it out and stroke it while I take my dress off."

I swayed to the music and undid the top button on the sundress. Tony sat frozen on the couch as if he couldn't believe what was happening (I wasn't sure I believed it either).

"Come on Tony, work with me here. Let's do it together. I'll undo the next button while you pull your zipper down."

I started to unbutton the second button, but Tony still sat there staring at me so I stopped. 

"That top button is as far as I'm going to go unless you come out and play too. Come on sweetie, get that zipper down while I do the next button."

My fingers went back to the button and I undid it and bent forward to give Tony a good look down inside my dress and then stood back up. Still swaying to the music I said:

"Okay sweetie, just forget about it. I'll cover everything back up."

I buttoned the button that I had just undone and was moving my fingers to the top button when Tony came out of the trance he was in and hurriedly pulled his zipper down. I unbuttoned the button I had just buttoned up and said:

"While I undo the third button I want you to take your cock out and slowly stroke yourself."

By the time I had the button unbuttoned he had wrestled his hard cock out of the confines of his trousers and was playing with himself.

"That's a nice looking cock sweetie, would you like me to suck it?"

Again I got the "caught in the headlights" stare. "Come on sweetie, tell me what you want. I can't do it if you don't tell me what you want."

"I want you to suck me" he managed to croak out.

As I went to my knees in front of him I reached for his cock and replaced his hand with mine and slowly started to masturbate him. There was a drop of pre-cum oozing out of his pee hole and I lowered my head and lapped it up. I looked up at him, smiled and said:

"I'm sure glad you stopped by Tony. You don't have to rush off do you?"

"No ma'am."

"Good, because I think I'm going to keep you busy for a while and I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth.

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It was nine-thirty when I forced myself to leave Tony's cock alone. "You need to leave sweetie. My husband said he would be home sometime after ten and we don't want him catching us, do we? It would make it difficult for us to do it again. You do want to do it again, don't you?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Stop calling me ma'am Tony. Call me Alicia, Mrs. R or sweet pussy, but don't call me Mrs. Ransom or ma'am, okay?"

"Yes ma..., I mean yes Alicia."

"Give me a number where I can call you tomorrow around eleven or so. I'll get Mike out of the house somehow and you can come over and we can play some more."

As I walked him to the door I said, "You understand that this is our secret right? No one else, and I mean no one, gets to know. You talk about it and all the boys will want to fuck me."

"You going to tell me that you don't already know that they all want to fuck you?"

"Of course I know it sweetie, but if they find out about you they will all be knocking on my door and I don't need that."

As I watched Tony walk out to his car I had to smile at the way the day turned out. If Mike would have come home we would have (had I been able to coax him into bed) made love maybe twice between six and ten and then he would have rolled over and gone to sleep. But Mike didn't come home and Tony got lucky, or I should say I got lucky, because Tony got it up three times and he was ready to go again when I told him he would have to leave.

Tony was going to need some work. He didn't like to eat pussy, but I would cure him of that and he needed to learn not to maul my breasts, but the boy had youthful exuberance and stamina and that suited me fine. As I walked back into the kitchen to finish the last of the martinis in the pitcher I thought about what Tony had said:

"They all want to fuck you."

I thought that I just might have to see to it that that all got the chance."

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I was in bed when Mike got home that night and when I heard coming up the stairs I rolled over on my side and pretended to be asleep. If, for some reason he wanted to make love (not likely in that he hadn't touched me in over two months) I would pretend to wake up. I wouldn't let him fuck me unless he ate me first so I could experience the pleasure of knowing he was licking up what was left of Tony's leavings. But Mike denied me that pleasure, just like he had denied me any other pleasure lately. He brushed his teeth, got in bed and within minutes he was snoring.

In the morning as I was fixing breakfast and Mike was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the morning paper he casually announced that he would be playing golf with a client that afternoon. He said that they would probably go for a few drinks and a bite to eat after their round so I shouldn't bother planning on him for dinner.

"The boys aren't here so why don't you treat yourself to an afternoon and an evening out. Go shopping, catch a movie, enjoy yourself."

"I think I will Mike. I'm going to treat myself to a fun afternoon. What is your tee time?"

"Twelve-ten."

"It looks like a good day for playing. You have fun, I know I will."

I went into the laundry room and used my cell phone to call Tony and told him he could by anytime after twelve. He was there at twelve-fifteen and I had him in the bedroom by twelve-eighteen. I sucked his cock and then I fucked him and when he had cum I told him we were going to go sixty-nine. He hemmed and hawed and I finally said:

"Am I good pussy Tony? Do you want to keep getting it?"

"Hell yes."

"Then you had better get used to the idea that you are going to have to eat my pussy."

"But you have cum in you."

"I know sweetie, it just adds flavor to the taste. Come on sweetie, let me show you how I like it done."

He was reluctant at first, but when I took his cock in my mouth and went to work on it he went to work on me and he made some progress. He would need some work, but I'd see to it he got better.

We spent the entire afternoon playing on Mike's bed. Even with the amazing recovery rate of youth by six in the evening I had wiped him out, but I still wanted more.

"I should have brought help," he said.

"Oh no mister. As much as I might like it I can't afford to have anyone else know what you and I are doing."

"That's too bad because it is obvious to me even at my age you are more than just one guy can handle."

"That may be true sweetie, but I still have a family to worry about. If I did what you just suggested my boys would eventually find out and I can't have that."

"What if we could make it so that no one would know who you were?"

"How could we do that?"

"I saw a porn video once where one of the women wore a hood so no one could tell who she was. You don't have any scars, birthmarks or tattoos so that would probably work. Of course we would have to do it some place other than here. We could probably use my brother's apartment."

"So you are trying to get your brother in on your good deal?"

"No, although depending on the time he might want to play. He works afternoons so he probably won't be there unless we get something going on the weekends."

"You sound like you think I'm really going to do it."

"I'm hoping."

"Why? Why are you pushing to share what you are getting?"

"Because it is obvious to me that I'm not going to be able to take care of you and sooner or later you would dump me and go looking for someone who might be able to keep up with you. If I can talk you into this hood thing I stand a good chance of being around for a while. Plus, I'll make points with my buddies for getting them some great pussy."

"Buddies? I thought we were just talking another guy here."

"Yeah, but with the hood and all, it doesn't always have to be the same guy does it? Unless of course that is the way you want it.

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The first time was three days later at Tony's brother's apartment. Mike had already informed me that he would be working late again so I spent from two in the afternoon until eight that night with Tony and Jake (Jake was another one of the guys who had accidentally groped me in the pool). Both guys were energetic as hell and it proved to be an interesting afternoon for me as more of the slut I had buried within me came to the surface. 

I sucked on Jake while Tony fucked me and when Tony came he got out of the way and let Jake take his place. Then Tony's cock was in my mouth and I worked at getting him hard again. As soon as he was hard I pulled away from Jake and told him to lie down on the bed. He did it and I swung over him and lowered myself down on his erection and then bent forward and told Tony that I wanted him in my ass. He moved behind me and poked his cock at my butt hole.

"You ever do anal before Tony?"

"No."

"Just go slow and take it easy. An inch at a time; slow and easy. Wait for me to start pushing my ass back at you before you start fucking me."

It was my first double penetration since a week before I married Mike and God, but did it feel good. After that it was more blow jobs and fucking and of course Jake wanted to try DP and of course I let him. 




Mommy Dear



Hi, I am John, 19 year old living with my 38 year old mom Melissa in the country side away from the rush of the city. We moved to the country after the death of my dad when I was 6. It could have been hard times for my mom to make ends meet but the smart investments my dad had made and the property we had in the city fetched good rent helped.

My mom Melissa is a typical mom; and she looks like a typical stay at home mom, which she is. Melissa is a tall lean woman 5'10", has long dark hair always tied up in a bun and wears clothes like a typical housewife. Life in the country is calm but can get boring at times. I go to school in the morning and then go to attend a course in the evening for two hours. I am pretty good with my academics. I spend most of my time studying and with my computer. At night though I jerk off all the heat generated my body generates at this age watching porno and surfing the internet. Surfing the internet I chat with many women and the talks get really trashy at times.

My life is real typical. I get up in the morning mom makes me breakfast, I go to school, then go to sleep. Boring but that's all what I do. One day while eating breakfast I remembered I hadn't checked my mail the previous night. Just to find out there is any change of school schedule I headed to my moms computer to check my mail. I found my moms email was not logged off. Well I never used her computer before. To my horror I found out she is a real sex starved slut. I found various chat conversations with many men. I swiftly forwarded all her mails to my id and left the room towards the breakfast table. 

That day I couldn't concentrate in school just thinking what could be the contents of my mom's mails which I will be reading tonight. That night to my horror I found out my mom's adventures. There were innumerable conversations with men and also pictures of my naked mom. Melissa had taken pictures of herself in the nude using her webcam and forwarded to men. I also found out she was so desperate all these years. All this made me real hard. I could not believe I got a hard on looking at the nude pictures of my own mother. My crouch was really tense and my pants felt like it is going to explode. 

I slowly tiptoed to my mom's room and looked through the keyhole; she was in front of her computer topless. I couldn't help myself the looked so hot, I couldn't believe I never discovered this beautiful woman before. Felt very jealous some man was having fun with this woman. I quickly move to my room and created an alias chat id and tried to access the alias chat id of my own mom. I introduced myself as a Mr. Kentwood a divorcee who is really sex starved since my wife left me a month ago. My mom requested me to show up on cam. I said to myself, oh god this is not working. Then my evil brain clicked, I typed lady I guess you would be more interested in my body than my face. Lucky me! She agreed and I took all my clothes off and trained the camera on my assets. I wasn't surprised she said she was impressed, I knew I had a great body. I requested her to show up. Then I had the best seat in the house as I made her do all kinds of stuff. Oh my god was she horny!

Weeks and months passed and slowly I made my moves every night till I finally proposed her agree to have sex with me. I suggested her a bondage slut scene, which the sex starved slut that she was agreed to. I suggested she wait in her house with door unlocked blindfolded on all fours with her ass up. To my surprise she agreed but told me to come after 7 pm in the evening as that was the time her son went for a course. 

Oh my God I can't believe this. That day I hurried my way home from school. Then in the evening I left home pretending to attend my course. I walked a bit then turned back home and hid in the garage and waited. I saw my mom unlocking the door just a little for the stranger to enter. After a while I slowly entered the house and headed to her room. What did I see? 

Melissa was nude with her ass up on all fours and blindfolded. I went to the garage and brought some rope and tied up the slut's hands behind the back, then admired the beauty of the woman. The slut was a tall girl, a bit skinny but had a real big ass, she had spotless clear skin and decent sized breasts. She had really long hair not very well maintained all these years and I could see all the digits of her nude arched backbone. I started to caress her boobs. Melissa gave out a moan. Then I grabbed her ass cheek and then spanked it real hard with my open palm. She moaned. I did this till her white ass was red. Then I spread her thighs to discover a newly shaved pussy. I inserted a finger thin two and finally three and worked up her slit. The juices began to flow on my arms and she was moaning and crying like a slut should.

Then I thought I should be a little naughty. I helped the blindfolded slut to the chair. Inserted my fingers in her cunt and slowly ripped off the blindfold. She was in the middle of an orgasm breathing heavily and moaning rhythmically to the movement of my fingers when the slut got the shock of her life. John she cried she wanted to say a lot of things, she wanted to shout at me but whatever she tried only moans of pleasure escaped her mouth. I took my fingers out of her cunt before she could cum and left her wiggling with her hands tied back. She involuntarily cried out please John please fuck fuck fuck. Don't leave me in this situation, I will die please relieve me please fuck me. Her moans punctuated every word she had to say. 

I sat near her and whispered in her ear, I will relieve you only if you promise to be my slut all your life. Yes, yes you son of a bitch her body arching and wiggling she said yes I will be your slut. Good girl I said and inserted my finger again and brought her to the verge of orgasm and then I withdrew to enjoy the pain of my own mother. She was wiggling her whole body requesting me to do it. You fucking moron please please do relieve me she cried. What I asked angrily. Realizing her mistake the slut cried out Master please relieve me!. That's like a good girl I said finally after a few more times I fingered her till she was relieved. A fresh batch of lubricating love juices erupted on my palms as she reached orgasm and her vagina tightened around my fingers, and then she lay on her back relieved with her legs splayed wide. I then got up and jerked my organ and sprayed the biggest load I had seen over her naked body then cradled her naked body in her bed and slept with her after a long time. 

The next morning was special; I woke up to the sweet scent of my naked mom next to me. She looked like a real Goddess. I slowly caressed her cunt till she started moaning in her sleep and finally woke up; I tried to be as gentle as possible to prolong her finally she had her early morning orgasm. What a great way to wake up I said. She got of bed and it felt like things are going to be normal again. She started her daily routine and started tying her long ill maintained hair and dressing up in the grandma rags she always wore all this years. I stood up and objected I said you are not wearing these anymore. Yes Master the slut replied. 

I took her to her wardrobe and searched for clothes, not a single dress fit for my slut I said. I ordered her to stay nude till I find her clothes worth wearing. That evening I ordered her to get into the car nude. The car was in the garage and the house we live was more or less isolated with no human soul wandering the streets at that hour. Such was the country side we lived in. though reluctant at first the slut obeyed her masters orders and walked nude to the car and sat beside me. I am gonna find you clothes and teach you how to live your life, you understand that slut I said. Yes master was the reply.

I drove the car to the busy city, it was midnight by now but by contrast to the country we live din this place was bustling with people even now. My mom now was really getting shy. She requested me to return home, you don't want to parade your Mom naked, please don't she said. Mom I laughed, you are not a mom, you are not a woman, you are my slut remember I said this and inserted my fingers her shaven cunt and worked up vigorously till she cried in pain and moaned. I retracted before she came. I then parked the car in front of Victoria's Secret store and handed her, her own credit card and ordered her to get dressed in a red G-string and matching but really tiny bra. The fabric must be see-through I added. 

She just couldn't get out of the car. I ordered her again but mom would not, she just could not. I then inserted my finger in her slit and worked her till she neared orgasm then retracted. She was breathing heavily. She requested me to relieve her. I inserted the finger just to retract on the threshold of orgasm. Then I whispered you know what you need to do to be relieved. I then drove the car about 200 yards and stopped. She was breathing heavily. I unlocked the door but did not push it open. Mom slowly pushed the door open and paraded nude for the whole 200 yards to reach the store. The city stopped to a standstill. Every eye was glued to my nude mom. Every dick in town sprung up. Minutes later the beauty emerged clad in the exact specifications I had ordered. Great I said to her after she sat in the car. 

We need more stuff she said. I asked what. She said she saw many dresses in the store she would love. Shut up I said, I am not going to allow you select the old grandma stuff again, I will decide what. Then we drove to a designer store and I walked in with my lingerie clad beauty and I picked up a tight short skirt and great top and jacket. She wore that and looked like a sexy secretary should. She looked very formal. The tight skirt really hugged her perfect ass. I took her to the mirror and her jaw dropped, she was happy she couldn't believe what she saw. I was standing with the hottest babe in the world. Then we picked up a six inch high stiletto heels and I was amazed how comfortable she felt. She was used to these when she was younger she explained. 

We need makeup now I said and headed to a beauty clinic. I asked the woman at the shop to chop off all the hair the slut has on her hair. I want a real chic. A lip length bob, I said. Haircut and makeup later I took my really satisfied mom to the car and opened the door as a gentleman should and then sat in the driver's seat next to her and said now I am going to buy the thing you really want. She had a confused look on her face. I drove to the best adult store in town and said to her this is what a slut needs. I have never seen a slut with the hunger you have for sex, this will relieve you I said. Then I escorted her to the store and began scanning all the stuff they had. 

A dildo! never, I would never get myself eliminated from the story. That would mean she would no longer need me and no longer obey me. You like bondage don't you Mom I whispered in her ear, you also wanna relieve yourself. Then I bought some fastening and bondage stuff and a chastity belt. A chastity belt for you whore, I chuckled as I held it in front of her eyes. It was no ordinary chastity belt. It had an option of a vibrating dildo on the inside. 

The day mom proudly moved around the home in her new dress. Then in the evening I said its time for me to go for classes. I said you will be relieved when I shall be away. She gave me a surprised look. I then stripped off her new clothes and into her birthday suit. I then fingered her shaven cunt to the verge to orgasm then retracted. She began begging. I then tied the slut up in the new bondage gear. Then I fixed her with the dildo fixed chastity belt, put the keys in my pocket and started leaving the room when I heard her begging to relieve her. I ignored at first then switched the dildo of the chastity belt on using a remote control to low speed only to switch it off next moment. Her whole body bounced off the bed. This vibrator is great at low speed I exclaimed. Then I undid her bondage and she was free but could nor relieve herself because of the belt. She wiggled and begged me to relieve her. I said ok and switched the vibrator to high. She was bouncing all around the house screaming and moaning having multiple orgasms and getting relieved and then getting new batches of orgasms as love juiced flowed out of the belt and over her long legs as she ran all around the house moaning. I spanked her perfect ass whenever she passed near me. This was an instance she would beg me to stop the stuff. I cruelly left the house for my two hour studies. 

I returned to see my nude chastity belt clad mom wasted in the middle of the living room with her legs splayed still having multiple orgasms and love juices all around the house and over her nude body. Her newly bobbed hair was mess, her eyes were teary, her nipples hard erect and mouth wide open praying to god to stop the vibrations. Her skin around the belt was bleeding because of the scratch marks she made on herself trying to get rid of the belt. I quickly switched off the vibrations and removed the belt and spanked her pussy to discover a splash of love juices. She was crying and breathing heavily. She thought she was going to die. I swiftly cradled my nude mom to her room and laid her on her bed. You wont need sex for the next week I said.

Just as I was about to leave my wasted mom the devil in my brain woke up. I reached up to the deodorant bottle and sprayed a little on her pussy. She felt the burning sensation and wiggled all around. I then turned her on her belly and pulled her ass up and positioned her on all fours. She was too tired and her head fell to the bed, while I held her beautiful ass up. I took my 8 inck meat and slowly thrust it deep in her ass. No way could that fit her ass. She cried not of pleasure but pain. It hurt me too; I then applied jelly on my meat and inside her ass. Then I penetrated her pussy just to get my meat lubricated with the wet juiced flowing. Then I thrust my well lubricated dick in her ass as she cried with pain and urging me to stop. Her asshole spread wide open to accommodate my dick as I rammed her hard. She had lots of multiple orgasms and her pussy was dripping.

Just as I was about to cum I asked the slut, do you want my baby. She said yes and I retracted my dick out of her ass leaving a gaping hole and penetrated her pussy and deposited my seed deep in her womb. As I retracted my dick I saw my semen leak out of her pussy. I held her upside down and splayed her legs preventing the semen to seep away. I wanted to get my mom pregnant and then fuck my pregnant slut. 

We continued having sex every alternate day and ensured not a drop of semen escaped her cunt by holding her upside down, till one day she declared she was pregnant. I am gonna be a daddy I exclaimed. Slowly my mommys belly grew until one day she complained she can no longer fit in the clothes I bought her. I ordered my slut to remain naked till she shrunk back to those clothes. Then I watched my nude mom's belly growing daily. Finally it was a girl.



Mommy Dear



By the time eight o'clock rolled around I was still wanting to go again, but both boys were whipped. As I tried to coax one more hard on out of one of them I finally admitted to myself that I was going to need more that just a couple of lovers. I knew that I was going to wind up as the centerpiece in a gangbang, and I knew if I did one I would do more - lots more. All thoughts of divorcing Mike went away. I decided that the best way to get back at him was to let him support me while I gave away what he didn't want.

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The second time was two days later on a Friday. Mike called me at three and told me that he had to take a client out to dinner and that he wouldn't be home before ten. I called Tony on his cell and made arrangements to meet him at his brother's apartment at four. When I got there I looked to see if anyone was around and when I didn't see anyone I took the hood out of my purse, put it on and knocked on the door. Inside I found Tony, Jake and a third young man named Scott waiting for me. 

I had the three of them sit naked on the couch and then I took turns sucking them off through the hole in my hood. I felt so slutty crawling around on the floor on my knees going from cock to cock. After five minutes of smearing lipstick on their poles we went into the bedroom. I fucked each of them once and then I sucked them hard again and started working my way toward my goal of the evening - having my first foursome sine I was nineteen.

I started out on my hands and knees with Jake's cock in my mouth while Scott fucked me from behind. When Scott came Jake took his place while I sucked on Tony's dick. When Tony was nice and hard I had Jake lie down on his back and then I sat on his cock and rode it for a minute to get used to it's size and then I had Tony move in behind me and start to work his cock into my butt hole. Once he was in comfortably I took Scott in my mouth and then the four of us experimented until we got a good rhythm going. I had two large orgasms before Tony came in my ass and then while he went and washed his cock Scott slid his poker into me. 

When Tony came back I took him in my mouth and after that it was a continuous suck and fuck-a-thon.

It was a quarter to ten and I was still horny. I didn't want to leave, but I needed to beat Mike home. I asked Tony if he could set something up for the next day and he said he could so I told him to plan on me being at the apartment by noon and that I planned on staying there until ten.

"So what you are saying is that I should make sure that you don't run out of cocks for at least ten hours."

I smiled at him and said, "Exactly!"

I was in bed when Mike got home and I hoped and prayed that he would want to make love so I could make him eat my well used pussy and kiss him with my cum coated mouth, but he disappointed me again. He came home, brushed his teeth, climbed in bed and was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

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Saturday morning I was eating breakfast with my three boys when Mike came into the kitchen. After making small talk with the boys for several minutes he asked me what my plans were for the day.

"I have that baby shower for Mary Wilson this afternoon and then several of us will probably go out to eat. It will probably take up most of the day and evening. I should be home around ten or so. It may be later if Betty decides she wants to go for a drink or three."

"Well, I guess that since it will just be me and the boys I'll call out for pizza."

"Don't get too much" Marty said, "I've been invited to a birthday party and I won't be home."

"Ditto that for me" said Sam. "I'm playing cards with some of my friends tonight."

Dan laughed as he said, "Looks like you are on your own tonight pops. Becky and I are going out tonight for dinner and dancing."

"Okay, okay, me, the TV and pizza. I can handle that."

As I sat there and ate the last of my breakfast my mind was at work trying to come up with a way to break Dan away from Becky without making a huge mess of things.

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I had already figured out that my greatest vulnerability was getting into the apartment unrecognized. Stopping at the door to put on the hood still left a second or so when someone could see me and a late arrival to the party could see the car I arrived in and if they recognized the car they would know who the driver was. I parked a block away and put on my hood and then I put on a hooded sweatshirt, pulled the hood over the hood, grabbed the tote bag with my douche bag and a few assorted feminine hygiene products in it and headed for the apartment.

My 'little' party started less than sixty seconds after I walked in the door. Tony answered my knock and when he opened the door all he had on was a smile. I walked into the room and saw Jake, Scott and another man sitting on the couch naked and with erections jutting up from their laps.

"The one in the middle is my brother Tim" Tony said as I walked over to the couch. I didn't even take the time to undress; I just walked to the couch and went to my knees and in less than sixty seconds from walking in the door I had a cock in each hand and one in my mouth. Tony moved behind me and lifted my skirt and I doubt that he was surprised when he found out that I wasn't wearing any panties. I know I wasn't surprised when I felt his cock poking at me and I kept on sucking his brother as I moved my legs a little farther apart to give Tony better access and I moaned in pure pleasure as his cock slid into me.

Tony fucked me slow so I could concentrate on sucking off his brother. When Tim came I swallowed his load and he got up and Jake slid over and took his place. Something had Jake all charged up because he only lasted two minutes before he gave me his cream and then it was Scott's Turn in my mouth. Tony's slow and steady fucking of me gave me an orgasm while I was sucking his brother and Jake, but by the time I started slurping on Scott's pole Tony was getting close to getting off and he started fucking me hard. The hard fucking brought me to the edge of another orgasm and I teetered there on the brink until I felt Tony's blast inside me and then I let go and shook like a dog shitting peach seeds. I came so hard I lost it for a second and Scott cried out as I bit his cock. Not hard, but enough to make him yell.

I apologized and went back to sucking him and then I heard Tim say:

"Let's get her to the bedroom."

I shivered in anticipation when I heard that because I had loved pulling trains in college and it had been such a long time since I'd done one. I took my mouth off of Scott and stood up as I said:

"Race you to the bedroom."

Scott lay down on the bed and I swung over him and lowered myself down onto his cock and Tony moved in front of me and I took him in my mouth and then I started riding Scott. With three cocks taking turns and working my body I was going crazy with lust. I had multiple orgasms as the four boys (actually three boys and a man - Tim was over twenty) took turns using my mouth and pussy.

Scott started to fade around three-thirty and I began to wonder if I was going to be able to keep things going till ten. Just as I had that thought the doorbell rang and two more boys joined us and a half-hour later another boy showed up. Every one of them was a friend of one of my boys and every one of them had been to my home. It was such a turn on to know that they had all been around the pool at my house and had all looked at me and wanted to fuck me. Now they were fucking me and they didn't know it.

It was four in the afternoon when my son Marty arrived and made me 'airtight' for the first time that day. 

Marty was pounding into my ass and Jake was pushing his cock up into me and the pure, absolute depravity of it had me so turned on I was screaming. If Dave had not have had his cock in my mouth I'm afraid the neighbors would have heard me and called the cops. My own son was giving me the best ass fucking I'd ever received and I wanted it to go on forever, but I heard him say:

"I'm almost there. Next one who wants her ass get ready."

I know it sounds wicked and depraved, but I didn't want Marty to leave my ass when he came. His cock felt so good in me, even soft, and if I dared speak I would have asked him to stay there and just soak until he got hard again and could continue fucking me. He slipped out of my ass and another boy took his place as I watched Marty out of the corner of my eye. He went into the bathroom and washed his cock, but he didn't get dressed and I wondered where he would take me next.

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By four-thirty it was obvious to me that one hood was not enough. The hood I was wearing was uncomfortable when it was cum soaked and I made a note to make a few more. We took a break at a quarter to five and I went to the bathroom douched myself, rinsed out the hood, washed my face and re-applied my lipstick. That done I walked back into the bedroom and got my second surprise of the day. 

Becky was standing there talking to Marty as she took her clothes off. In a panic I looked around for my son Dan, but I didn't see him. I went and found Tony and pulled him off to the side.

"What are you doing to me?" I snapped at him. You invited my son Marty and my son Dan's fianc‚e to this affair?"

"No I didn't. Marty was supposed to go camping this weekend and I don't know who brought Becky, but she heard about the party somehow and she came here to volunteer to help you out. If I could have gotten rid of her before you came out of the bathroom I would have. The last thing you needed was to find out about her."

"What about her?"

"She isn't really Dan's fianc‚e. She's his camouflage."

"Camouflage? I don't understand."

"Dan is gay. His real lover is a male stripper named Jerry. Dan doesn't think you and his dad could handle his being into men and so he talked Becky into being his pretend fianc‚e. You will be all right. No one here but me has any clue who you are. Come on, let me introduced you to the biggest slut I ever knew until you came along."

He led me over to Marty and Becky and introduced me to Marty and Becky as Mystery Lady. Becky shook my hand and told me that she liked my hood.

"I wish I'd have thought of it. It would have done wonders for my reputation if I could have hidden who I was."

Tim came up to me and handed me a glass of white wine and I stood there sipping it while I listened to the conversation between Marty and Becky. Marty asked her what her plans were for the rest of the weekend.

"Well, Dave and Jerry will be at it until six tomorrow evening and then I suppose we will meet, swing by your place and let your mom and dad see us together and then he will drop me off at my apartment. Until then my only plan is to help Mystery Lady reduce all you boys to quivering jelly. Why?"

"I was hoping that I could spend some time with you tomorrow."

"You are being a little optimistic aren't you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"If Mystery Lady and I do it right you won't be able to get it up for a week" and she turned to me and said, "Right?"

I nodded a yes. She might have been fucking my husband, but I kind of liked her. She was me when I had been in college before I met Mike.

"How long are you planning on staying?" she asked.

I changed my voice as best I could and said, "I have to be home by ten."

Then Marty said to me, "Becky is my brother's pretend fianc‚e. He is gay and is afraid to let my parents find out so Becky agreed to be camouflage for him."

Becky giggled and said, "It has benefits." She reached down and took hold of Marty's cock and said, "It keeps me close to his family. I'm doing his dad, Marty here and his younger brother Sam. I guess you could call me the family slut."

No sweetie, I thought to myself, you are not THE family slut, just one of them. I looked down at her hand stroking Marty's cock and I wanted to smack her one. This was my party! That was my cock! I took Marty by the hand and in a husky voice I said, "You've had my ass honey, which hole would you like to try next?" as I led him away from Becky.

"Your mouth" he said as we walked toward the bedroom. "There is just something about sticking my cock through the hole in the hood and not knowing whose mouth is on me that is just turning me on. 

At nine-fifteen Becky and I were in the bathroom together and I asked her how she had managed to get herself into the position she was in. She told me Dan had hired her as a secretary. One day Dan had come into the office to see his father and they had recognized each other. 

"He was dating my cousin Jerry and when he saw me he panicked until I told him not to worry, that his secret was safe with me. He took me to lunch and asked me if I would be his pretend girlfriend in front of his family. I thought it over and said, "Why not?" It would give me cover too."

"Why would you need cover?"

"I constantly had guys wanting to marry me and keep me all to themselves. I'm too big a slut to get married. I couldn't do that to a man. I'd be cheating on him before the honeymoon was over. Now that Dan and I are engaged I'm pretty much left alone except for guys who are just out for a piece of ass and don't care who they get it from and since that is all I'm interested in it all works out."

"So you are screwing all the men in Dan's family?"

"Every one of them, except Dan of course."

"So what does the wife and mother think about all that?"

"She doesn't have a clue. Dan's father thinks she is fucking a bunch of Dan's friends. He says she hasn't tried to have sex with him in months. He thinks she's getting it on with all the boy toys that hang around their swimming pool."

I was stunned! Mike was saying that it was my fault we weren't having sex? That I hadn't tried having sex with him for months? The bastard! The fucking bastard! 

Driving home that night I had time to think about the situation and I came to some conclusions I didn't necessarily like. The more I thought about it the more I saw that a lot of it was my own damned fault. I was so wrapped up in myself that I hadn't paid a whole lot of attention to what I was doing. I was so busy prancing around in my bikini in front a bunch of studs and watching them lust after me and thinking of myself as 'hot stuff' that I didn't even think of going after Mike. The only time I had gone after Mike was the night I found him boning Becky on his desk. I was the Sex Goddess right? I was waiting for him to come after me.

On his side he was seeing me strut around in front of all the boys (young men actually) and playing grab ass with them in the pool and he assumed that since I wasn't coming after him I must be getting it from some one else. Christ! What a mess. Now the slut was out of her cage and running free all because neither Mike nor I had enough sense to talk to each other about our problem. All either one of us had to do was say, "Why aren't we making love any more" and everything would have come out in the open and we could have dealt with it. Instead Mike left me to my 'boy toys' while he consoled himself with Becky and I said, "Fuck you Mike, I'll get it some place else" and turned the slut loose.

The bad part is that the slut was out and I was honest enough with myself to know that I wasn't going to lock her away again.

Mike was in bed asleep when I got home. I had showered and douched before leaving Tim's apartment so I quietly undressed and slid into bed so as not to wake Mike up. Then I laid there for an hour staring at the ceiling before falling asleep.

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I woke up Sunday determined to see if I could save my marriage or at least get back to a decent relationship with Mike. The marriage would always be at risk because the slut was out and running free and that wasn't going to go away so the possibility of getting caught was always going to be there. Nothing I could do about that, but I did love Mike, always had, and there was no reason not to make sure that he knew it. I had my pussy posse and he had Becky, but there was no reason we couldn't also have each other. That, of course, was providing that he still wanted me.

I would have to wait a few days to allow my pussy and anus to tighten up a bit, but I promised myself that before the week was up I would do something, even if I had to rape Mike and then see where things would go.

It was Tuesday before I felt ready to make my move. I followed the same plan that I'd had the night I found Mike nailing Becky on his desk. I showed up at his office at two in the afternoon and was greeted by Becky.

"Why Mrs. Ransom, how nice to see you again."

"How are you Becky. Is he in?"

"Yes he is." 

"Anyone in there with him?"

"No ma'am."

"Then I'll just have a few words with him in private. Please see that we aren't disturbed, okay?" and I walked into Mike's office.

He was surprised to see me and got a confused look on his face when he saw me lock the door behind me.

"What's going on Alicia?"

"It isn't what is going on sweetie, it's what is coming off" and I let my skirt fall to the floor. I wasn't wearing any panties and I saw his eyes lock onto my bush.

"I don't know why you haven't made love to me for the last two months, but today the dry spell is either over or you tell me why suddenly, after twenty-two years, I don't appeal to you anymore."

He stood up and swept everything on his desk onto the floor. I grinned at him and said:

"Leaning over it with you behind me or on my back with my legs up on your shoulders?"

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That was three months ago and Mike and I are back to making love two or three times a week and things are great between us even though we are both still cheating on each other. He is still doing Becky (I know because she tells me) and I'm still putting out for Tony, Jake, Scott and Tim two or three times a week. I do about two gangbangs a month and Marty is usually there and so is Becky.

There are times when Marty is fucking me that I want to pull off my hood and tell him to take me home, but of course I don't. Marty has been in all three of my holes and I guess I should be ashamed to admit that my orgasms seem greater, more intense, when I have them and he is in me, but I'm not. I glory in having my boy in my body. I need to change that to my "boys" as in plural. Becky showed up at my gangbang last night with a date - my youngest son Sam, and before the affair was over Sammy had taken all three of my openings, my ass twice.

And then things took a turn that was unexpected. I was on the bed sliding up and down on Marty's cock while Sam was fucking me up my ass. Tony had just finished coming in my mouth and he pulled out and moved away and Becky moved up to occupy the space he had just vacated. She kissed me and then whispered something in my ear that turned my blood cold and gave me the strongest and most intense orgasm of my life.

"Dan loves blow jobs" she whispered, "That's the one thing he will let a woman do for him. Would you like to suck Dan's cock? Just think of it, Marty, Sam and Dan. You could have all of your babies in you mommy dear" and she kissed me again.



Mommy Dearest



Into the second week of school, and I could concentrate on only Beth and the glorious memories of the loss of my 18-year-old virginity. I loved the knowledge that an older woman lusted for my body, had given me my first blow job.

Beth wanted me to date Libby and I did being very careful that the session between her mama and I was avoided. Beth had always been there when I picked up Libby. She was noticeably not present on our next date.

Libby was like her old self, letting me put my hands under her dress to push her panties aside. Her cunt lips were sopping wet before I parted them. I messaged her pussy and she squirmed instantly and moaned softly.

She reached for my leg and found my weeping cock and quickly massaged it through my pants and unzipped the barrier that held it captive. She pulled it out and stroked it.

When I tasted my fingers coated with her cunt juice she tasted my cock juice on her finger. She licked her fingers and returned her hand to my cock. We masturbated each other until my cum gushed from the head of my cock.

After she moaned through three or four orgasms, I was very willing to take Libby home hoping to see mama, Beth, but she wasn’t waiting.

School started and all I could do was masturbate and dream about Beth and her beautiful body. At noon recess, I headed immediately for the telephone across the street from the school. I dialed the number I had on a slip of paper with Libby’s number. I didn't need to look at the sheet of paper--I had recorded the number in my brain.

"Hello." That was her voice but I hadn't planned my first statement.

"Beth I am calling from a phone across from the school."

No more words came out.

She called my name. "Is that you.”

"Yes, it's me. I wanted to call you.' 

"Well, I couldn't call you, you know. If somebody else answered the phone it would have ruined everything. I've been waiting for you to call. One time I did call, but your mother answered and I hung up."

I blurted out a response. "I wanted to call, but couldn't until today. I dated Libby but didn't tell her about us.”

"That's what I wanted you to say but how can you get away from school."

"I'll just skip school tomorrow. Nobody will ever know. Can I come to see you?"

"There's nobody here but me after the kids leave for school. I do want to know all about the date you had with Libby. What time will you come?"

"I'll miss the school bus and wait until you are alone. I'll just stay back in the woods behind your house until you are by yourself." I knew that Beth's children all went to a Catholic school; I attended public school.

"That'll be fine only don't come in until I put a broom outside the door. That will be a signal that I am alone. You don't have to knock. I'll be waiting for you."

"Thank you, Beth. I'll be waiting and I'll be extra careful that nobody sees me."

"Remember, if anybody sees your coming to my home, it will end everything we have planned."

"I understand. I'll be extra careful."

Through geometry, physics, algebra, I waited. I had to hold my hands in my lap, couldn't remember anything my teachers said. Sleep didn't come until midnight. 

I lay in bed, wondering what secrets I would learn the next day, was already planning some secrets of my own.

The school bus stopped, but I was not among those who entered. I didn't go to the bus stop; instead I went to a place away from Mrs. Laird's home. 

I went there often before, but this time I went with my breath coming much too fast. I knew I had to keep myself under control, was having trouble even holding my school books.

A blue jay in the tree startled me. I jumped. For the first time I admitted that I was afraid. But I was going. I had said I would go and she had invited me.

Walking in the wrong direction, I disappeared into a clump of trees, knew that I could double back, arrive at my destination without being seen. 

I still had about a mile to walk, but I lived in a neighborhood where there were few houses, a lot of trees through which I could slip unnoticed.

Ahead I could see Beth's home, couldn't tell if the broom was outside the door. As I grew closer, I saw that the broom was still inside, picked a secluded spot from which I could watch for the signal.

The back door opened, Beth came out and looked around. That was not the signal. 

I wanted to show myself but did not. My mind raced over problems that could have developed. One of the children might be sick. Her husband might not have gone to work. Maybe she had changed her mind.

Again the door opened and an arm reached out with a broom, leaned it against the wall of the house. I wanted to run, decided to walk instead. 

If something was wrong, I didn't want to create a disturbance. I tried to think of an excuse to give if anyone else was in the house with Beth.

I reached for the handle on the screen door, but it opened before I could grasp it. Quickly, I stepped inside and Beth hugged me.

"I've been waiting," she said.

"We've got to be careful but everything is clear." She looked out the screen door for a moment, and then closed the door leaving us in seclusion.

"Do you want coffee?" When I nodded my head, she put a cup where she wanted me to sit, another cup where she would sit. She poured the coffee into both cups, sat down at the table. 

"Now tell me about your date with Libby."

"It was real nice."

"You know that is not what I mean, I want to know about the date with Libby.”

“Libby wouldn’t let me play with her tits."

"She'll get over that. She says it tickles. And it probably does now. She did let you play under her panties, didn't she?"

"She likes that, only........." I paused, didn't know how to protect Libby and still tell the truth. 

"Only she didn't have any panties on.” 

"I told her to do that, and to unbutton your pants and play with your prick. And I know she did."

"I don't want to rush things today. When you came here last time, I had to hurry you up and I didn't give you a chance to settle down. We've got several hours together today and we can take our time." Beth patted my hand softly.

"I am going into the bedroom and you just drink another cup of coffee. When I'm ready for you, I'll call. When you come to me, we'll be slower, you'll learn to be more patient and we will enjoy it more."

She walked to the door, wearing a dress that didn’t suggest her sexuality. I slowly drank my coffee. Her call came when I had just finished the cup.

I walked into the room where she had disappeared; saw that it contained a bed and that she was covered up to her chin. Her clothes were stacked neatly in a chair by the bed.

"Now, take your clothes off slowly and get in bed with me." I did as she said, noticed that my pants were already wet. My penis was erect as I slipped under the covers.

She reached out, pulled me to her carefully avoiding my searching lips. Our arms went around each other and I found myself lying between her spread legs. 

Without a word, she reached down and guided my manhood into the opening that was already wet. 

I slipped into her, felt her hands on my buttocks holding me still, not allowing me to even begin the ramming motion that my body dictated.

"Just feel for a moment you inside of me. Don't think about anything. Just lie there."

I lay still, feeling my organ inside her. My hands reached for her nipples, found them and rubbed them gently from side to side. 

Her hands held my involuntary thrusts. "That feels so good."

I was fighting a battle within my own body, suddenly lost control and dislodged her grip on my buttocks. 

I thrust into her once, then a second time. On the third penetration, I felt my juices demanding release. On the fourth penetration, I felt the overpowering sensation of my release and the weakness that followed my release. 

I collapsed on her body, breathing heavily.

She responded with twisting hips, moaned softly as she had an orgasm and then relaxed. 

"That was good, but it will be better the next time." She allowed me to lie still, felt my penis slowly lose its rigidity but then began to feel it swell again. 

She let it swell, again grabbed hold of my buttocks and held them still. "You've got more coming," she whispered in my ear. "Don't waste it by trying too fast."

We lay, me atop her. Too soon, I could wait no longer, again overpowered her hands on my buttocks. 

This time I thrust over and over, felt her moan more deeply and then cry out when I lost control, ejaculated and dropped across her body. She came with me. As she regained her composure, she slowly moved me to her side. 

I lay there, my free hand rubbing her nipples, one and then the other. Now I knew the joy that I was anticipating. 

I turned my head, grabbed a nipple I was not fondling with my hand, sucked it into my mouth, and sucked it as far into my mouth as I could. 

There was too much teat for me to get it all in, but I rubbed the nipple with my tongue as it began to harden.

I took time to think, remembered the tits of the young girls and how firm they were. None of them were as huge as Beth, and I felt the greatest sensation from her fullness.

"You've made me hungry. Let's go get a sandwich and maybe we can try again later." Beth got out of bed, for the first time turning her back to me. 

I marveled at the cheeks of her behind, so full, and, I thought, fat. Then I decided that they were more full than fat.

Without dressing, she went towards the kitchen. "You rest up a few minutes while I fix something to eat. I don't want to tire you out to fast. There's still a lot of time left."

I lay back, seeing in my imagination, the past two hours. I started out daydreaming, ended up actually dreaming. 

I did not know that making love could take so much out of a male, put me to sleep so fast.

Beth returned to the room a few minutes later, smiled when she saw me sound asleep. She said afterwards, "I knew how to wake you.” She bent over took my penis, now completely limp, into her mouth.

She saw the smile on my face, knew I was not fully awake. Then I bolted to a sitting position, my now hard member pulling from her mouth.

"You've never been awakened that way before, have you?" She had a smile on her face.

"No, never. I have to admit that its the best way I have every been awakened."

Come into the kitchen. I've got sandwiches for us and we can talk while you get your strength back." Beth led the way; her jolly behind seemed to smile back at me. To be continued We sat across the table from each other. I took a bite out of the ham sandwich, noticed that Mrs. Laird had already eaten her sandwich.

"You have enjoyed yourself this morning. Thought you would sleep all day," I nodded my head, didn't want to talk with my mouth full. "Would you like to better if I talked plain? You know what I mean."

I wasn't sure, nodded my head to let her explain. “My husband doesn’t fuck me enough. Once he did want pussy three or more times a week. Now its once or twice a month and before I cum, he puts his load in and goes to sleep.”

"All I wanted to do was get my satisfaction. When I gave up on him giving me the happiness I dreamed of, I started making myself happy."

"You mean you jacked off. That's the name us boys use. We pull on our thing until it cums."

"Not exactly. Girls do it different. They play with the clitoris. I would do it in the daytime when nobody was around. I would use my fingers and my imagination. I dreamed of a young boy fucking me. The first time I saw you my pussy got wet and I dreamed of sucking your cock."

“I knew you were too young and I got Libby to keep you occupied until your 18th birthday. I made sure you couldn’t lose your cherry with a young girl and Libby did a good job.”

"When you and Libby had your date, she told me she wanted you to eat her pussy. Are you upset at the way I am talking?"

I was getting hard just with her use of words. "Boys sort of daydream about what they are doing and want the girl to talks nasty. It’s not really nasty when your are making love. So I am not upset by the way you are talking."

I felt her naked foot reach under the table, find my testicles and my organ.

Beth smiled. "While I was eating my sandwich, I day dreamed and rubbed my clitoris. I imagined that you were under the table and some of my neighbors were with me.” 

“They didn't know where you were. I could feel you pushing my dress up and eating my pussy. I really enjoyed it but I stopped before I went off. I wanted you to wake up and make my dream come true."

I got on my hands and knees, looked under the table. Beth had her legs spread wide as an invitation which I accepted. I crawled under the table, keeping my eyes on her love hole and the thicket of hair that helped me aim. I jabbed my tongue into her pussy.

"That's the way, baby, tongue fuck me. Jab it in as far as it will go. That feels so good honey, so g-o-o-d."

I wanted to ask her how good it felt, but would not remove my tongue. I was sure I was pleasing her because she was twisting in the chair. 

Sliding forward, her ass holding her by only a tiny bit of flesh. I grabbed a cheek in both hands, pulled her onto my tongue.

"Wiggle your tongue tip, let me feel the tip of your tongue inside me." She knew her talking was exciting me, tried to continue her verbal arousal. 

It was not easy. Her eyes were closed for a moment, opened for a second to see my head in between her legs. She closed her eyes, reached down with her hands and pulled the cloak off her clitoris.

"Come up here, baby, run your tongue all round this little bit of flesh. Suck it into your mouth, honey. Suck my tender clit."

I didn't know about this, I thought. I wanted to ask her about it but continued to rub my tongue back and forth as I sucked the tender spot she held open with her hands.

She suddenly became frantic. "He's going to cum. Suck it harder baby. Suck my sweet pussy. Oh, my God that's good. Suck it, suck it. Ahhhhhhhhh." Almost in agony she twisted her hips, moaned and then slumped forward on the table.

Frightened, I crawled from under the table, saw Beth. She was all right. "I fainted," she said. "That was something that never happened before. I felt like I was in an earthquake." 

She grabbed me, kissed me violently. It’s not fair to you, but you have to give me time to rest. I never cum like that before. I've been married 20 years and my husband fucked me many, many times. He never made me faint."

She reached out, took my cock in her hand and, very gently, stroked it back and forth. "Did you like what you did?”

I stood, watched her hand working. "Sure. I wouldn't have done it if I didn't like it. Knowing that you are going to suck my cock made me want to do it real good so you would want to give me a good suck."

"I will, baby. Oh, I hope I can make you faint."

"I don't think I will faint, but I will fill your mouth with my cum.” 

“You don’t want me to fuck Libby. I don't want to fuck her now. I can fuck you. But I think it would be fair for her to suck me off. Will you tell her to do that?"

"You know I will, little lover. You will have to be careful. Some girls don't like the taste of cum. Maybe she can swallow it, but let her make up her own mind."

"Do you swallow Mr. Laird's cum?"

"Poor boy. or maybe it's poor husband. I won't let me come near his cock with my mouth. You're the first person I sucked, and you will be the last. I loved the taste of your cum. I didn't plan to swallow it, but it tasted so good.”

"Now you sit in the chair and let me suck this nice cock. It's the biggest I ever saw."

I sat in the chair; spread my legs as she kneeled before me. She held my cock up against my stomach, began licking my testicles.

"That's it. Nibble on my balls." Aware that I was finally talking out loud about sex, I was dimly aware of what Beth's voice did to me when I was devouring her pussy.

She gently sucked my testicles, and then began the slow climb with the tip of her tongue up my cock.

"Get it ready before I jam it into your mouth. I’m gonna have me a mouth fuck that will be great. Lick the head of that monster, lick up all the juice that is flowing."

"Talk to me baby," Beth said as she momentarily took her tongue from its target.

"Lap it up. Suck it hard. That's it honey. My cum ain't far away. I’m fucking your mouth. It’s almost as good as your pussy, maybe it's better. Work at it.” 

"Take it all the way inside your sweet mouth. Now swallow. swallow. I can feel your throat grabbing at the head.”

"Swallow hard. Wow..wow, wow. I’m cuming baby. Talk a good gulp." Then I pulled my cock out of her mouth. "Open wide, honey, because I am going to give you a full load."

I watched my cum squirt into her mouth. She could have been five foot away and I would have still hit my target. "Eat it baby, eat it. There's enough coming out to populate all the world and its going into your belly."

She licked her lips. "Come, lets go on the bed and rest a little while. "I want to tell you about my sex life. You know that I know all of yours."

We went into the bedroom and lay down on our sides, facing each other.

"Before I was married, I necked a lot, let some of my dates puts their fingers in my pussy, even let one or two of them play with my tits. Mostly, they all were amateurs. Didn't know what they were doing.

"There was one guy who tried to rape me but I wasn't going to be raped. I did have to 'jack him off' as you say. I can remember looking at his cock and watching the juice flow out. I splattered him and almost got me."

She laughed. "That night I played with myself in bed, really enjoyed the sensation. But it was nothing like today. What you did to me was something I didn't expect."

"Your husband. Did he do it to you before you were married."

"Of course not. I didn't even let him play with my tits. I wanted to but I wanted to get married. I took the bait, married me so he could get in my pants."

She sighed. "That's my story. Married 20 years and the first good fuck I get is from a 18 year old boy. Are you happy you made me cum first."



Mommy Dearest



A chip off the old block

All characters are adults.

*****

TRISH wasn't expecting me home before late afternoon. She was out by the pool with a pitcher of sangria, tanning, and didn't see me watching her from my upstairs bedroom next door. Recently graduated from college. I was out looking for work, doing an interview, she thought. But the interview got cancelled.

I came home and changed into cooler shorts, heard a radio outside, close by, and looked out the window.

Across the way I saw Trish lying atop a chaise longue, bottom-up, halter off, with a large black man massaging her back with oil. They were inside the pool enclosure near the water.

The guy didn't need to remove Trish's thong, as a simple string was the only obstacle to prevent him kneading her ample ass thoroughly. But he pulled it off down her legs, and tossed it. He had large hands and long fingers. I didn't recognize him, and grabbed my digital camera.

Trish's version of what happened went this way: "I wanted to have another baby with my husband, but after a year of our natural attempts in bed and 3 times failure of artificial insemination, Dan gave up on the idea and rarely had sex with me afterward. 

"I told Dan about my sexual urges and appetite, and wanting to have sex with him more, but he ignored my needs. The pool guy stopped by and things got outta control. I was sexually frustrated too long."

I aimed the camera at Trish, and clicked it ON. The guy was working the oil into the crack of her ass, then into both holes. Trish rose up onto her knees and lifted her bottom for him to get at. He lubricated her pussy lips with one finger, opening them easily, plus the rim of her anus with another finger. From what I saw Trish had a plump smooth camel-toe between her legs. 

The guy pushed his oily fingers into both holes, to the hilt, and fucked her with slow rhythmic strokes; Trish's ass was covered with goose-flesh as she pressed her ass against his fingers in time with his finger-fucking. Her eyes closed. 

At times she altered her posture to try and watch him work but soon lowered her head to the longue to pant and grunt and moan. Or she held herself up with on one hand as she reached back between her legs to play with her clit. I got a good look at her tits and paunch hanging loose and swaying.

I knew Trish weighed about 175 pounds, and knew she was 5'-4"with a firm bubble ass. She wore a short bob-cut hair style, popular with professional women, and didn't look bad for thirty-five.

"I wonder if Dan knows about this?" I wondered. Dan is my old man.

The guy finger-fucked Trish for several minutes, or maybe she fucked his fingers, it was hard to tell, but he stopped to stand by Trish's face and pull off his shirt while Trish unfastened his belt and unzipped the fly. He then pulled his pants down and stepped out of them; Trish pushed her hand inside his boxers and pulled out his cock. They were talking but I couldn't hear any of it, because of the radio. His dong wasn't the biggest in the world but it was enough, and a little more.

Releasing the cock, Trish sat on the edge of the longer, facing the guy's waist, pulled her legs around, then leaning forward, tugged the boxers down and off. That done, she wrapped her fingers around the base of the cock and took all of it into her mouth with one motion. Her hand and fingers jacked the cock as she sucked and licked it in seamless fluid motion. The meat made her cheeks inflate on the intake. She looked up at the man's face and smiled as he fucked her mouth. Trish stroked the fat shaft and sucked on its head for several minutes, until the man was long and firm enough to suit her. 

He then lay on the longer while she straddled him, to work his cock with her ass and hips for several minutes, until she was back on her knees for the man to do her doggy-style, followed by a spoon coupling. 

I guessed she was pretty wet as the cock went in easily. The man pounded her ass pretty hard towards the end, slapping her ass several times. And after he came in her, he stuck his finger inside her cunt to push the leaking cum back in. It didn't help, it still came out in gobs, and ran down the crack of her ass, but Trish seemed to enjoy it. I caught it all on the camera.

They lay together for a while, resting, then French kissed and masturbated each other. After some stroking and sucking and gentle ball squeezing, Trish got the man to cum again, and let him release a load into her open mouth. It flowed out her mouth before she swallowed all of it with a contented grin, and wiped her lips with her tongue. "Mmm, how can someone so black make something so white," she giggled.

About 3 o'clock she sent the man on his way, then gathered her stuff and went inside.

I loaded the vid on my computer, emailed the file to Trish, and waited.

About nine o'clock Trish found me in the garage lying on my lifting bench hoisting barbells. The garage was dark except for 2 fluorescent tubes hung from the ceiling. Trish wore a short house-coat and sandals. She closed the door quietly, walked over to me, and squatted. I tried to look up her legs but the angle was bad.

"I got your message," she said, "What is it you want?"

I racked the barbells and turned to face Trish.

"You."

"You're a sick young man," she said. "You really think I'll put-out for your blackmail?"

I sat up and wiped my face and neck with a towel. "I think so. I don't know what's up with you and Dan, but you got a sweet ride, and Dan won't put up with the world knowing his old lady is a cum dump. And no one will blame him for tossing your ass to the curb if the word gets out."

"So you want a blowjob?"

"Actually I was thinking more like some pussy. If things work out I'll destroy the file."

"You're a bastard like your father!"

"And a pervert like my mommy." I smirked. I'm a wise-ass.

"I want to think about it."

"This is a limited time offer, if you get my drift."

Trish glared at me without speaking, then got up and left.

BACKSTORY

Trish was fourteen when I was born. Dan was much older; a college student from next door. Trish wasn't mature enough to take care of herself, much less a child, and I went to Dan's parents for many years. Much later Trish and Dan collided again, married, and made a home next door to my grandparents. Trish and I were strangers, for all intents and purposes, and it's not emotional torment to fuck a stranger.

We had sex twice since that night. Trish wasn't what you'd call a happy camper about the arrangement but she put out. I didn't sense any orgasms in her, and she wanted it wham bam, thank you ma'am quick. But our bargain was sex twice each week for three months, then she was off the hook.

At the agreed upon time I went next door to the guest room and waited for Trish. She wore nothing special in the beginning, regular blouse and bra underneath, and panties.

I was excited enough for both of us. Especially when I saw her ass and long legs, then her naked pussy when the panties came off.

My briefs were already off. Trish said nothing, just climbed onto the bed and lay there on her back, spreading her legs apart for me. I was instantly horny and couldn't wait for my hard dick to be inside her. But I wanted more. I wanted to start a fire in her loins. So I opened her legs wide and pressed my mouth against her bald snatch. She later told me Dan won't eat her. But on this occasion she growled. 

"I'm out of my mind for letting you use me for sex. Now just get on top of me and do it."

I ignored her and kept on licking and sucking, and felt her fingers in my hair.

"You taste good," I said.

I tried to unbutton her blouse but she stopped me and moved my hands away from her chest.

"I'm not your girlfriend. I'm your mother. And you know the rules. Let's keep it strictly just sex. I don't want you to get any dirty thoughts about me, you hear. Now, fuck me so you can go." 

But I unbuttoned her blouse anyway, pulled it off her, and tossed it off the bed. 

"Take your bra off."

She frowned, did it, and dropped it beside the bed.

Then I tried to kiss her, but she pulled her mouth away and our lips missed. I got on top of her and entered her. My dick was really hard. I rested my hands above her shoulders for support as I moved my ass, and hard dick, in and out of her.

I filled her in a few minutes but she didn't cum for me though her pussy was wet. 

Done, I pulled out of her and got off the bed. She collected her clothes and dressed after she cleaned up with a wad of toilet paper.

The day before our next session she said, "Can we do it now, something came up for tomorrow?"

"Sure. Now?"

"Yes."

"I went to the guest room."

She joined me a few minutes later, wearing a robe, and naked beneath it. She loosened the belt and took her time removing the robe. She was totally naked. My cock went hard.

After she climbed onto the bed she straddled my chest, moved her cunt close to my mouth, and I ran my hot tongue up and down along her gash.

She didn't resist or object and even ran her fingers through my hair and held my head steady so she could rub her pussy against my mouth. 

"Don't stop, keep it right there, just like that. You're doing good." 

A few minutes later I pulled my head away from her.

"Oooo. Don't stop, keep sucking my pussy, run your tongue slowly up and down me then suck between." 

After she came, she looked at me, and said," Fuck me."

She got off me and lay on her back. I climbed on top of her and she guided my cock into her. She moaned loudly when I was in. And her wet pussy made a squishing sound each time I moved my dick in and out of her.

She lifted her head close to me to kiss.

We kept our lips bonded together as I fucked harder. Her lips broke away and she moaned. I put my lips on her neck and wanted to make hickeys on her.

But she put her hands on my face and moved my mouth away. 

"No."

I finished fucking her and filled her. She lay still for a while and didn't flee as she usually did. I tried to kiss her and she moved her head, then got dressed and left. But didn't clean her pussy before she left.

Two days later she came over and asked, "Are you busy?"

"No."

"I'm alone."

I went over and found her on the bed, naked with a dildo.

"Hi," she said.

She didn't try to cover herself, or put in effort into resisting, knowing what I was about to do. I got onto the bed and spread her legs apart exposing her naked pussy to its full appeal.

I put my mouth right on her and started licking. She moaned.

"I love the way your pussy smells." 

"This is so depraved," she whispered.

I stopped and got naked. She stared in my eyes then looked at my stiff cock.

"Look what you did to my dick." 

I got back onto the bed and put my mouth on her neck and sucked till she was covered with purple marks as she grasped my cock in her fingers. Then we kissed deeply till she whispered, "Fuck me, baby."

She seemed so aroused by me she put a hand on her tit and started squeezing it, and pinched and pulled on her hard nipple till she moaned heavily.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, pressing down on my hips as I entered her, contributing to the rhythm of our love making. 

I had little luck finding a job, and Trish and I spent more and more time fucking. She kept me funded, and missed her period after a while.

When Trish tested positive we needed a fool proof plan to sneak the baby past Dan. I knocked him out with a Mickey Finn dropped into his high ball. I did it more than once. And Trish fed him lines of bull shit about how he fucked her while he was drunk. He imagined he had alcoholic black-outs. He insisted on an abortion but Providence intervened and he had to go to South America for a few months.

When Dan returned she was too far along to abort and her belly was swelling.

EPILOG

Trish and I made one more baby but our passion wasn't about love. We cooperated with each other's perversions or, as I say, sexual particularities. I supplied her with fit young men, and she supplied me with her bored housewife friends.



Mommy Dearest Uses & Abuses Her Son



A son comes home to Mommy for some tender loving care on Valentine's Day.

Just in time for Valentine's Day, a loving son returns home to his incestuous mother.

*

A dream come true, with nowhere else to go, my son, Ryan, finally came home to me, on Valentine's Day, of all days. Gone for five, long, and lonely years, unable to find a job, after serving his country in Iraq and Afghanistan, his girlfriend, Nicole, kicked him out of their apartment, after living together for only a year. With me not having a couch and with my son's bad back injured from the war, I knew that he'd be sleeping, where he belongs, in my bed with me.

All so very innocent, a loving mother and her adult son coming together in hard economic times, we're both adults, after all. Only, after his father, Jack, died, killed in Iraq, grieving over my beloved husband, while dreaming about Ryan every night having sex with me, my son doesn't know that I've transitioned from a grieving widow to incestuous slut. I feared that God would take my son, too, in the way he took Jack. I couldn't bear my son not returning home safe to me.

Because of the raw and highly charged emotions of war, where my husband was killed and my son could have been killed, my psychiatrist told me that my grief has transferred my sexual feelings from my dead husband to my living son. She's wrong, of course, which is the reason why I don't see her anymore. My incestuous feelings towards my son are not a recent manifestation, as my psychiatrist believed, but because they look so much alike, as if my son was my deceased husband reincarnated, I've been lusting over my Ryan for years.

Hoping to avenge his father's death, Jack was the reason why Ryan joined the Army. Fearing he'd die, too, my sexual dreams about Ryan started, when he shipped out overseas and I was alone with my insane thoughts. Still a grieving widow, not ready to be so alone, maybe things would have been different, had Ryan not gone off the war, stayed with me, and helped me through my sorrow. Maybe had he been there emotionally for me then, I wouldn't want him as much as I want him sexually now. I don't know, my mind is all a jumbled mess, that is, until I see my Ryan. Then, I'm okay.

I wrote him every day, while dreaming about him holding me, hugging me, kissing me, and, eventually, touching me, where no son should ever touch his mother. I never confessed my feeling to him, of course. Hoping he'd want me, masturbating over him in the way that I hoped he masturbated over me, while thinking of having sex with me, I sent him some cheesecake photos of me. More suggestive than revealing, but always accidentally on purpose flashing him my panties, my bra, and sometimes more in the photos, while knowing full well that showing less is imagining more, especially when my man is away at war. Nonetheless, wishing that I could be so inappropriately naughty, I so wanted to send him a photo of me topless and naked even, but not wanting to shock him, turn him off, and scare him away, I didn't dare.

Wanting him to think of me as a MILF, a mother he'd love to fuck, acting as if I was unaware by smiling wildly, I sent him a photo of me sitting on the living room chair with my knees innocuously parted just enough for him to steal a peek of my bright white, cotton panties. Then, masturbating over exposing my panties to my son, I wondered if he'd think about touching me, licking me, and fucking me, as much as I thought about touching him, sucking him, and fucking him. A sexy game we used to play that inspired some hot pillow talk later, Jack, Ryan's father, loved it when I flashed his friends my panties during a drunken night of partying.

Because I've always had a hot ass and long, shapely legs, my husband's favorite body parts, I sent Ryan another photo of me standing on a ladder hanging Christmas decorations, while wearing a very, short skirt that exposed my panty clad ass cheeks. Having to take two dozen pictures to get the candid shot, I had to set the timer and angle the camera to capture the shot that looked most accidental, when it was all so preplanned. I wondered if my son enjoyed seeing my ass in a purposeful up skirt, as much as his father and his father's friends did.

Later, becoming even more daring, as I grew hornier and my lustful, incestuous desire for my son grew out of control, by the reoccurring sexual dreams that I had of him, I sent him a photo of me leaning over my birthday cake blowing out candles, one that he could clearly see down my low cut top. Not wearing a bra, I wore my husband's favorite top, a peasant blouse that widely opened, whenever I leaned forward. Jack loved when I wore that top, especially when not wearing a bra. I'd lean over his poker pals, while serving them drinks to flash them my abundant breasts and someone always grabbed a feel, when Jack left the room or when Jack pretended he wasn't looking. All in good drunken fun, allowing his friends a touch and a feel, they allowed me to return the favor by groping their erect cocks through their pants.

Speaking of breasts, pretending that I didn't know my breasts were so exposed with my big, hard nipples making their appearance, while pushing against the thin material of my bikini bra, and my pussy slit clearly visible in my bikini bottom, I sent Ryan a photo of me in my barely there bikini to show him how much weight I lost from not eating because I missed him. Especially in that photo, it wouldn't take much for him to imagine his mother naked. Jack loved it when I paraded up and down the beach, while wearing that bikini and flashing men my sexy body.

All preplanned but making it appear accidental, knowing full well my top would pop off by the force of the water, a few times I lost my top when a wave toppled me over. Pretending I didn't know my top was missing, I'd walk up to my blanket more concerned with my disheveled hair than being embarrassed by my exposed breasts. Always some nice gentleman returned my top to me, no doubt, while getting a closer and longer look at my tits. If only I could show Ryan my breasts, I would but not knowing how to make that appear accidental in a photo, I can't do that.

Lastly, Ryan wrote me telling me to get on with my life. Grieving long enough over his Dad, he hoped that I found another man, someone who'd love me, as much as his father had, to make me happy. He wrote that I was too beautiful to waste my life living alone. He told me to buy some sexy clothes to attract someone. Finally, as an accidental way to flash him my breasts, I sent him a much too revealing photo of me in my new, sexy nightgown, the one he told me to buy, after he told me to stop pining after Dad and go out on the town and have some fun. I knew my son could clearly see the outline of my breasts and my nipples through the sheer material of my nightgown. Thinking about him stroking his cock over me, while looking at his mother's naughty pictures, it's not easy teasing a man 8,000 miles away, but I hoped I had.

With the hope of the safe return of my son replacing the grief that I still had for his father, if it wasn't bad enough that my country took my husband, now they have my son's fate in their hands. Four long years later, and liable to be called back at any time with four more years on active reserve, when he was finally discharged and home safe, hoping he'd come home to me, he moved in with his slut of a girlfriend, Nicole. Shocked and saddened, insanely jealous, when thinking of them having sex, I couldn't believe it, when he chose her over me. I was devastated. Now, a year later, he's coming home.

Now that she threw him out and that he's finally here with me, sexually teasing him unmercifully, I plan on making him mine. Dressed in a short skirt and a low cut top, my usually sexy uniform of the day, one that routinely flashes him my panty and bra, I spent the afternoon flashing my son deliberate up skirt views of my white panties, when we watched TV in the living room, and intentional down blouse views of my bra, whenever he stands over me. Skilled in making my flashes appear accidental, after having flashed my husband's friends, co-workers, family members, neighbors, and strangers, not having to look to see if he was looking, I knew he was. I could feel the heat of his stare of desire burning holes in my panties and bra. Then, that night, in readiness for bed, wickedly, I donned my sheerest nightgown early and removed my panties.

Feeling so sexy, oh, my God, I'm such an incestuous slut. Even though I was completely covered by my nightgown, because of the sheerness of the material, I felt so arousingly naked. About to flash my son my breasts, my trimmed blonde pussy, and my ass crack, I felt so nervous. Wishing and hoping he'd take me and show me the lust that he had for his mother, in the way that his father did for me, and in the way that I had for my son, I felt so vulnerable. Ready to cross the incestuous line, I felt so depravedly wicked. Determined to show my son what no mother should ever show her son, I wanted my son to see what no son should ever see of his mother. Hoping my devious plan worked, I wanted to make Ryan horny enough that he'd want to touch me, hold me, caress me, and spoon me, as we slept.

With no lights on in the kitchen, but for the glow from the television in the living room, I stood in front of the open refrigerator door, as if trying to think what to cook for supper or pretending that I was looking for something buried in the back shelves. With my breasts hanging forward and my pubic hair clearly visible, knowing my body was so exposed to my son through my transparent nightgown, I could feel him staring. Remembering the sexy fun we had, after the hot pillow talk that I had with my husband, whenever I flashed his poker pals in this very way, I knew my son could see through my nightgown, as if I wasn't wearing one. Later, after supper, while he was watching TV, I'd walk in front of the bright screen, knowing that with no lights on in the living room and with the TV lighting me up, as if I was standing in front of an X-ray machine at the airport, he'd have the same clear view of me, only closer, that he had of me standing in front of the open refrigerator door.

The best part of my little incestuous game of exhibitionist teasing was when I leaned in front of him to wipe the dust off the TV screen. Just as I did with my husband's friends, I knew that he could see my ass crack and my pussy in between my legs. When I bent at the waist, while turning from side to side. Having already practiced my flashing moves in the privacy of my bedroom and in front of the full length mirror, I knew that Ryan could see my exposed breasts down my nightgown top. Intent on making everything appear unintentional and accidental, fully aware that he's his horny father's son, if this flashing show doesn't get him aroused just before bed, then nothing will.

Time for bed, I had unbuttoned a few strategic buttons by my breasts and raised my nightgown much higher than my modesty should allow but didn't, before sitting on the bed. With the nightlight illuminating the room enough for him to see my naked breasts and pussy with every twist and turn that I made, I just knew he'd be looking and he was. A flashing game that I so enjoyed playing with my husband's friends for the erotic delight of his father and now with my son for the erotic delight of me and hopefully him, Ryan had no idea that his mother is an exhibitionist, never mind that she's now an incestuous slut.

When he came in my bedroom, stood in the doorway actually, while watching me, giving myself a slow, sexy massage, raising my leg and lowering my leg, I seductively sat on the bed, while leaning down to put moisturizer on my long, shapely legs. With my nightgown unbuttoned and my breasts practically spilling out and my nightgown raised higher than mid thigh and climbing higher with each movement of my legs, I knew that I was flashing him my breasts and my pussy. Without even having to look, I could feel his lustful stare. With him not wearing any underwear, wearing just a tee-shirt and pajama bottoms, with his cock his sexual excitement barometer, I could clearly see the growing impression that his cock made in the thin material of his sleepwear. Now knowing that my teasing plan was working, before getting into bed, I hoped he'd feel just as amorous as I was, when sharing my bed.

Once in bed and beneath the covers, I raised my nightgown nearly to my waist and unbuttoned the rest of my buttons by my breasts. So very exposed, I knew that as soon as I turned away from him that my breasts would tumble out of my nightgown. Hoping that he'd spoon me during the night, knowing that wherever he'd put his big hand, he'd feel some of Mommy's skin, I couldn't wait for him to hold me, touch me, and feel me.

Turned away from one another, he slept on his side of the bed and I slept on my side. Then, during the night, taking the chance by risking it all, on the pretense that I was sound asleep and dreaming, perhaps about having sex with my dead husband, I rolled over and spooned him. With my naked breasts pressed firmly against his back, my pelvis pushed tightly against his ass, and my hand resting on his muscular thigh, I felt his breathing stop for a moment. What was he thinking, I wondered. Was he as sexually excited, as his father would be in this situation and as I was now or was he panicked by the anticipated sexual touch of his mother?

Imagining he was on top of me, slowly sliding his dick inside of me, and fucking me, while kissing me, when my hand fell from his thigh to his lap, my fingertips fell on his pajama covered cock. Dreaming and thinking about touching him for so long, with my fingers in constant contact with his penis, I felt him suddenly tense as much as his cock suddenly stiffened. I didn't even have to move my fingers for him to get him aroused and for him to have an erection. Pulsating against my fingertips, I felt his cock growing hard against the touch of my hand. Then, it happened. Just as my breasts tumbled out my unbuttoned nightgown, his cock poked out and emerged from his pajama pee hole. Feeling so very excited, my fingertips were in continual contact with my son's naked cock.

Oh, my God. I couldn't believe it. Not having touched him since he was a toddler and I was changing his diaper, I was certainly touching him now. A daring move on my part and on the pretense that he'd figure that I was having a sexual dream, I wrapped my fingers around my son's big prick. Holding him tightly in my hand, it's been a long time, more than seven, frustrating, masturbating years, since the death of my husband, that I've had a cock in my hand and to hold my son's nearly erect prick was so very exciting.

If he confronted me the next day about touching him and holding his cock in my hand, on the pretense that I was sleeping and dreaming, I'd pretend that I didn't know what he was talking about. Yet, knowing Ryan was just as awake as I was, especially when he slowly moved his hips back and forth, I knew my son wanted me to touch him, as much as I wanted to touch him. Gripping my son's cock tighter around to add to the necessary pressure to get him off, but not daring to move my hand to stroke his cock or my fingers to fondle the head of his penis, wanting him to believe that I was still sleeping, by the mere back and forth motion of my son's hips, I was giving my son a slow, sleeping hand job. A dream come true, I couldn't believe that this was finally happening and he was allowing me to masturbate him. If he'd allow me to do this, what would he allow me to do next?

With his breathing growing excitedly louder but not loud enough that I wouldn't think he was still sleeping, I could feel his excitement grow, when his cock hardened in my hand. Wanting to roll him over and suck his cock, I so wanted to take his big prick in my mouth, but I didn't dare. How would I ever explain that I was blowing my son in my sleep? I so wished my son would stick his big, hard dick in my warm, wet pussy but, not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, I pulled my hand away and suddenly turned away from him. A dangerous teasing game that I played, needing him to know the loving, albeit sexual touch of a mother, I needed him to think that I was sleeping. Still dreaming, I needed him to think that he could take advantage of me.

Having done my job in setting the teasing trap to sexually excite him enough for him to hopefully touch me, having aroused my son from his sleep and his cock to full erection, when he turned to spoon me, after I had turned from him, I was in Heaven. With my nightgown already up to my waist, he poked my ass with his big, hard prick. Feeling him lower his body, sticking my ass out further, as if to offer my exposed, already wet pussy to him, when he spooned me again, this time his stiff staff found a warm, wet place between my thighs and, when he wrapped his arm around me, his hand came in full contact with my exposed breasts.

Oh, my God, on the pretense that we were both sleeping, I was so excited that my son was touching me, while exploring my nearly naked body. When he cupped my breasts and lightly fingered my nipples, so as not to awaken me, I could feel his excitement for me. Just as his cock hardened with the touch of my hand, my nipples hardened with the touch of his fingers. Even with his father, after flashing his friends and having hot pillow talk, never have I been as wet now with my son spooning me, nearly fucking me, while feeling my breasts.

In the way that Ryan moved his hips for me to give him a slow, sleeping hand job, as if dreaming about fucking my dead husband, I slowly moved my hips back and forth for him to gently penetrate me and fuck me doggie style from behind. Already ready, I was so wet that with every slow and deliberate move of my body against his and his body against mine, we found a slow sleeping, sexual and highly erotic rhythm. Slowly but surely, with both of us not wanting to awaken the other, I felt his cock enter me and slide deeper inside me, until he was all the way deep inside and fucking me. My son's cock was buried in my pussy. My son was fucking me.

What should I do? Now that I know Ryan wants me, as much as I want him, should I awaken and confront him? Should we openly discuss the sexual attraction that we obvious have for one another? Or should I remain silent, while pretending that I'm still sleeping, that he's still sleeping, and allow my son to have sleeping sex with me? Deciding to continue our incestuous sexual ruse, I surrendered my body to my son and allowed my son to continue to fuck me deeper and faster.

Now, humping me and with me returning his humps, he was fucking me, really fucking me, while fondling my breasts and fingering my nipples. Unable to bear not kissing him any longer, when I turned to face him, he kissed me, before mounting. Returning his kisses, he slammed his big, hard prick inside me, while fondling my breasts and sucking my nipples. We were really fucking now. On the verge of having an orgasm, oh, my God, never have I been fucked like this before. So happy that my incestuous dream finally came true, my son was finally fucking me, his mother.

"Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck Mommy."

"I love you, Mommy."

Then, so far off in the distance, the ringing of a tiny bell, as if there was an alarm going off somewhere that came closer with each ring, abruptly awakening when thinking that it was the smoke alarm, now panicked awake from my sexual dream of my son fucking me, it was the telephone.

"Hello?"

"Mom?"

"Ryan? What's the matter?" I could tell by the sound of his voice that there was something terribly wrong. "What happened?" Fearing the worst, I asked. "Were you in an accident? Are you okay? Is Nicole okay?" Hoping that bitch, Nicole, was dead, I was disappointed that she was still alive. "Tell Mommy what happened."




Mommy Dearest Uses & Abuses Her Son



"We've both fine, Mom, but Nicole threw me out of the apartment," he said, as if he was about to cry.

As if I was psychic by just dreaming that Nicole threw out my son, I couldn't believe it. My dream come true, my 23-year-old son broke up with his girlfriend, Nicole, on Valentine's Day, of all days. Finally. Hooray! Thank God. I always hated that cold bitch. Here I was thinking I'd be alone and lonely for Valentine's Day, now I'll have my son to celebrate a mother's love for her man on the day of love.

That bitch wasn't good enough for my baby boy. Too blinded by her blonde hair, pretty face, and big tits to see the bitch that I saw she was, she never treated him right. She never babied and pampered him in the way that he needed to be babied and pampered. For her to throw out my son, my baby, a real war hero, on a cold, wintry, February night, told me that she didn't love him. She didn't appreciate him. She didn't deserve him. She never loved him in the way that I love him and will always love him. With no place else to go, but to come home to me, I was happy, an understatement, to have my son back home with me. 

"She threw you out?" I was so angry that I saw red.

"She said we're done," he said with his voice cracking.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Ryan," I said so happy that I wanted to jump up and down, while dancing a jig.

"I think there's someone else," he said so heavy hearted. "I think she's been cheating on me, Mommy."

Wanting to scream that bitch in the phone, I held my tongue. Wanting to go to her apartment and drag her out by her bleached, blonde, teased hair and kick her out in the street in the way she did to my son, I controlled my temper.

"Come home, baby. Come home. Come home to Mama. Mommy will take care of her baby boy," I said with the loving reassurance he needed and the comfort I couldn't wait to give him.

Tempered only by the sexual fantasy vision of my son spooning me, while feeling my big tits and fingering my erect nipples, as he fucked me doggie style, the love that I felt for my son heated my lustful desire that I had for him, ever since his Dad died. Wanting to bash Nicole over the head with a shovel and slash her face with a shard of sharp ice, the hatred I felt for Nicole heated my anger. Wanting to show Ryan the silver lining, after he deserted his mother for the sake of that hussy, Nicole, if only my son knew that his dark cloud was my brilliant rainbow. I was happy for the opportunity to show my son the love that a real woman can give to a man, even if that man is her son, especially if that man is her son.

"No, that will never work, Mom."

Already sexually fantasying about us living together, sharing hugs, kisses, and laughter, while watching a movie on TV, when he said that will never work, as if he had scratched the DVD to my incestuous movie that I was watching, the vision that I had of sexually teasing and flashing my son evaporated. All of it gone in an instant, already excited by the prospect of him living with me and him sleeping in my bed, already looking forward to spooning him, I already had thoughts of me accidentally on purpose feeling his erection, while he slept. Just as he did in my dream, hoping he'd return the favor, I'd love for him to plant his erection between my ass cheeks, while fondling my big breasts through my sheer nightgown, before fucking me doggie style.

Only, just as I knew incest was wrong, a mother's love for her son, I knew my son would never want me in the way that he wants that bitch Nicole. He'd never touch me inappropriately in the way I wish he would and in the way that I yearned to touch him. Yet, now with him home and living with me, my perfect opportunity to tease him enough for him to change his mind, I'll make him want me. I'll make him want me to touch him and I'll make him want to touch me.

Why not? We are all so nakedly alone in this mean world, what's so wrong with a mother's devotion, albeit a sexual love for her son? Ruining my sexual fantasy, the sudden panic I felt of him not coming home, never coming home, submerged my nipples, shriveled my pussy lips, and dried my pussy, as if it was rotting in the desert. Going from suddenly being wet between my legs, especially after that sexy dream that I had, to stuck together dry, I so wanted to have some hot, sexy fun with my son. I needed to show him the real love of a woman, a mother's love, while he hopefully gave me the incestuous sex that I so craved. No matter what, so help me God, I needed for him to know that, even in his darkest hour, I'll be there for him, as I hoped he'd be there for me.

"What will never work, Ryan? Why not?"

"You only have the one bed, Mom. You don't even have a couch," he said. "And with my bad back, just as I'd never put you out of your own bed to sleep on the floor or in the recliner, I can't sleep on the floor or the recliner."

Sleep on the floor? Sleep in the recliner? Duh? No kidding. Trust me. So long as I have an empty bed, no man of mine is sleeping on the floor or in the recliner, I so wanted to say, but didn't. Now that I have the chance to bed my son, he'll be sleeping with me.

I know I only have the one bed, I wanted to say. No man of mine would ever forsake my bed for the floor or a recliner, especially when I have a hot bed filled with love. Why else would you think I offered you to come home to Mommy, other than to sleep with Mommy in her bed, I wanted to say, but didn't?

Any port in a storm, once I got him home and in bed with me, his father's horny son, his testosterone hormones would take care of the rest. Once I unbuttoned a button here and a button there and rubbed my big breasts up against him during the night and once I accidentally on purpose groped his cock, while he slept and dreamt, while pretending that I was sleeping and dreaming, too, he'll want me, as much as I want him. Once I had sex with my son and once he felt the pangs of guilt of having sex with his mother, I'd have total control over him. Only, I needed to get him in bed with me for my incestuously devious plan to work.

My son got his bad back from serving his country in Iraq and Afghanistan. When he returned home, after Nicole made a show of greeting him at the airport, such a cold fish and a selfish bitch, she was a bit standoffish, especially to me, an understatement. No doubt, the whore had a man or men back home on the side, while my son was serving his country overseas. No doubt, she has a man now, which is why she threw him out of her apartment and out of her life on Valentine's Day. Good riddance is all that I can say to that hussy, that no good tramp. He's better off without her. He's better off back home with his Mom. Mother knows best. Mommy will take care of her man.

"Ryan, I'm your mother. We're both adults. For God's sakes, we can sleep in the same bed. You can sleep in my bed, until you get back on your feet and get your own place."

Sleep? Who'd sleep? I imagined not sleeping much at all. The thought of him sleeping in my bed made me finger my nipples with the thoughts of him sucking them. Leaving the night light on to expose enough of me for him to see what I so wanted him to see, I imagined deliberately raising the hem of my nightgown to expose my ass and pussy to him, while hidden beneath the covers. Oh, my God, the thought of exposing myself to my son made me want to masturbate. With my breasts accidentally on purpose, of course, tumbling out of my unbuttoned nightgown, as I pretended to sleep, I imagined having a wardrobe malfunction. Unable to control the lust that he, no doubt, had for his mother, I imagined him touching me, feeling me, and exploring my body, sometime during the night, as I pretended to sleep.

"Mom? I can't sleep in your bed. That's so wrong on so many levels. That's just not right. Sorry, but I can't do that. I'm your son and you're my mother," he said protesting a little too much.

I needed to quickly think of what to say to get him in bed with me, before he asked one of his friends to allow him to stay with them. Somehow, I needed to convince him to stay with me.

"Don't be silly, Ryan. It's a queen sized bed. There's plenty enough room for the both of us to be comfortable. You sleep on one side of the bed and I'll sleep on the other. Trust me, our little secret, no one will know that we're sleeping together. Besides, allowing you to save some money, after you find a job, it's just temporary, until you find a place of your own," I said hoping he's say yes, while knowing full well that during the night, we'd come together with some cuddling, spooning, hugging, touching, fondling, and fucking.

Oh, my God, already getting wet, it's been a long time, since I had a man in my bed that wasn't unnaturally stiffened by a blue Viagra pill, as was my husband. With the weather forecasters promising a cold winter and, especially, with today being Valentine's Day, I'd love to cuddle and snuggle up to my son's hard body. With the lights off and the shades drawn, one never knows what happens behind a closed bedroom door, especially during a cold winter's night. 

"Ever since I came home from Iraq, always being so hot there," he said pausing. 

I waited for him to finish his thought and when he didn't, I confessed my thoughts.

"Yeah, so? That makes two of us. I get hot flashes during the night," I said with a laugh.

"That's not what I meant, mother," he said a bit annoyed and with sudden tension in his voice.

"What then? What did you mean to say, Ryan?"

"I sleep naked," he said.

What? Naked? As in nude? Did my son just say that he sleeps naked? Oh, my God. The imagined image of my son naked and in bed with me made me wet again. I imagined his cock becoming erect as he slept and as he dreamt of me sucking and fucking him. The thought of his engorged prick made me moist with desire for him.

Was he teasing me by telling me that he sleeps naked? Was he testing me? Was he flirting with me? Just as in my reoccurring sexual fantasy of a dream, with my hand over the side of him and in contact with his big, hard cock, I could only imagine rolling over to him and spooning him, before he rolled over to me and spooned me.

"Sometimes, I sleep naked, too," I confessed, as if a quivering, virginal school girl talking dirty to her teen boyfriend on the phone. My voice was shaking with the thought of being naked in bed with my naked son. I was quaking with sexual desire for Ryan. "Sometimes, I get so hot during the night that I cast off my nightgown. But for the soft glow of the nightlight, Ryan, even if we were both naked in bed together," I said pausing to allow the image of our naked bodies to fill my mind, "we can't see anything with the blanket over us."

See anything my ass, I'd be kicking that blanket off of our naked bodies during the night. I knew with the nightlight on that I could see plenty of him, as I hope he'd see plenty of me. I listened to him breathing on the phone, while wondering what he was thinking. Was he thinking of sleeping in bed with me? Was he thinking of me naked? Was he thinking of touching my naked body, while he thought I was sleeping? Was he thinking of me accidentally touching his naked body? Was he fingering his cock, in the way I was touching myself now beneath my skirt and through my panties?

"Mom, don't you think it would be wrong for us to be sleeping in the same bed together naked?"

Nearly stammering over the word, naked, he paused again? Was he imagining me naked in the way that I was imagining him naked?

"Ryan, don't be foolish. I'm your mother. I've seen your penis lots of times before." Only, I didn't confess that I couldn't wait to see his cock again. "If it will ease your mind about seeing me naked, when you come home, I'll strip naked for you to see my naked body," I said with a laugh and with a rush of hormones, while imagining stripping naked in front of my son. "Okay? I'll show you my ass, my tits, and my pussy and then you won't feel so uncomfortable, should you accidentally see me naked again."

"Mother! Really! That won't be necessary."

Not hearing him before, suddenly, I heard him breathing over the phone. Did I just excite him by the naked thoughts of me stripping off my clothes in front of him? Has he thought about me naked, as I've thought about him naked? Has he masturbated over the thought of having sex with meme, in the way that I masturbate over the thought of having sex with him?

"I just wanted to show you how foolish you were being in saying that we couldn't sleep in the same bed naked or not," I said unable to think of what else to say for him to come home to me. "I really wouldn't strip off my clothes," I said, unless you wanted me to, I so wanted to say, but didn't.

"Okay, Mommy dearest."

Okay, Mommy dearest? He shocked me by agreeing with me so soon, but what was he saying? Was he agreeing to come home or was he just agreeing with me about him being foolish?

"Okay Mommy dearest? What do you mean okay? Do you mean, you'll come home?"

I wanted to ask, do you mean that you'll come home and sleep naked with me in bed? Yet better to allow whatever will happen, happen naturally, I thought better of asking him what I was wondering.

"Yes, I'll come home. I have no place else to go," he said with sadness. "We'll give living together a try, until I can find a job and get a place of my own." 

Shocked and excited, I couldn't believe my son agreed to come home. I couldn't believe, without actually saying it, that he agreed to sleep with me in the same bed. While thinking about sleeping naked in bed with me, I wondered if he had the incestuous attraction for me, as I had for him. Having convinced him so easily, if I had one of those red Staples buttons, I'd depress it, "That was easy!"

Thrilled and sexually excited more the words, I was so happy that he agreed to come home and sleep in the same bed with me. He always called me Mommy dearest, when I take care of things for him. When he said Mommy dearest, after not saying that for so long, I felt so important to be in his life again. Now that he ridded his life of that hussy, Nicole, I was his number one woman again. Only, hoping to be his lover, as well as his mother, I hoped that I could fill the hole that Nicole left by being more than just a mother to him.

Nicole allowed my son back in her apartment to collect his things. A typical guy, he stuffed everything he owned in several green, construction, trash bags, mixing his clean clothes with his dirty clothes, but I didn't care. Figuring that Nicole had head lice, bed bugs, and Herpes, I'd wash everything anyway. At least the trash bags were the heavy duty kind and not the kind that breaks when lifting them. I made him his favorite meal, beef stew and apple pie with ice cream.

Then, I waited for my son to get in the shower, before I made the phone call that any mother would make. I called his ex-girlfriend, Nicole. I needed to tell her exactly what I thought of her, but first, taking a breath to calm my anger by reveling in my sexual excitement, I needed to bring my son some clean towels. 

Hoping to catch him naked, hoping to surprise him by walking in on him, while he was masturbating, hopefully, over me, but already hearing the water running, filled with sexual anticipation, I was so nervous about going inside the bathroom. As soon as I opened the bathroom door, I saw his naked silhouette behind the steamy shower curtain? Oh, my God, on the pretense of helping him to wash his back, before washing his cock, I just wanted to pull the shower curtain open. Every mother's right and to fulfill my curiosity, I just wanted a peek of him naked. The only thing that hid his naked body from me was just a few, thin millimeters of the shower curtain lining.

"Is that you, Mom?"

"Yes," I said hoping he'd whip open the shower curtain and show me his naked body. I so wanted to see his cock. "I brought your clean towels," I said taking my time hanging them, while watching the movement of his shadow behind the shower curtain. Unable to see the outline of his cock, I imagined I had.

"Thanks, Mom."

Wishing I could towel him dry with the a small facecloth, but not wanting to rush our hoped for incestuous relationship, I closed the bathroom door, gave him his privacy, and called Nicole, instead.

"You dirty bitch," I said, unable to control my temper, as soon as she picked up the phone.

"And how are you, Susan? The same, mean and miserable controlling mother, I see," she said with calmness.

"My son was the best thing that ever happened to you. You'll never find another loving and caring man like him."

"Loving? Caring? Ha! That's a joke. Loving and caring for who? Surely not for me. Loving and caring more for you."

"He told me you cheated on him, while he was away at war?"

"Cheated on him? Is that what Ryan told you? Is that what Ryan thinks?"

"Yes."

"I never cheated on him. I stayed faithful to him. Only, I was too much woman for him. I didn't pamper him and baby him in the way you've pampered and babied him all his life."

"How dare you?"

"How dare me? How dare you? Let me tell you the truth, Susan. As a man, Ryan is an immature child. He has intimacy problems and he's terrible in bed. He doesn't know how to even please a woman, never mind satisfy a woman, especially a woman that isn't his mother."

"Is that right?"

I could feel myself seething. If she was here before me, I'd slap her face and scratch out her eyes, before stripping her naked. Tearing off her blouse, ripping off her skirt, pulling off her bra, and stripping off her panty, I'd push her out in the street in the same way she threw out my son. Only, she'd probably enjoy exposing her phony tits and her tramp stamped ass to every man, while walking around the neighborhood naked, the slut.

"Ryan can't get an erection unless he calls me Mommy."

What? Erection? Mommy? When she mentioned Mommy and my son's erection in the same sentence, a hot flash suddenly interfered with me understanding what she said. Suddenly imagining his erect cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy, while he called me Mommy, she floored me by so openly talking about my son's penis to me, his mother. Picturing my son's limp cock growing as hard as steel, as long as a ruler, as a big around as a Kielbasa sausage, whenever he called his wife Mommy and whenever he called me Mommy, I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

Mommy? He calls her Mommy. Why? She's not his Mommy. I'm his Mommy. Why would he call his girlfriend, the woman that he has sex with, Mommy? If he should call anyone Mommy, he should call me Mommy.

"Mommy?" Oh, my God, I was stunned. Trying to remain calm, while maintaining my anger, I took a breath.

"That's right. No doubt, thinking of your naked body instead of mine and thinking about fucking you, instead of fucking me, Ryan loves calling me Mommy, when we're naked in bed. Eww," she said. "Mommy. He calls me Mommy. Can you imagine? That's so gross. That's so wrong. That's so sick. That's so incestuously perverted."

Nice, I thought. What's wrong with a son who loves his mother? I'd give anything for my son to call me Mommy, while I was naked and in bed with him. I'd love for my son to call me Mommy, while making love to him and before putting a hand to the back of my head, while I sucked his cock.

"I love you, Mommy. Suck my cock, Mommy. I need to cum in your mouth, Mommy," I imagined Ryan saying to me. "Oh, Mommy, I love you," I imagined him saying as he exploded all the lust he had he had for me in my mouth and down my throat.

Oh, my God, I was dizzy with sexual desire from the incestuous excitement of sexually pleasuring of my son with my hand, with my pussy, and with my mouth.

"Never mind getting off, Ryan can't get it up, unless he pretends my hand is your hand, my breasts are your breasts, my pussy is your pussy, and my mouth is your mouth around his cock, Mommy dearest," she said with unconcealed sarcasm, anger, and hatred.




Mommy Dearest Uses & Abuses Her Son



Dizzy with desire for my son, I'd do anything to hold my son's cock in my hand, while he fondled my big breasts and fingered my erect nipples. I'd do anything to feel him slam his big, hard prick in my warm, wet pussy. I'd do anything to feel and to taste his cock in my mouth, before he exploded his lust for me down my throat. I'd do anything to make love to my son. Ryan, I love you!

"Give me a moment for me to understand what you're saying and what I'm hearing. My son thinks about me, when you masturbate him?"

"Yes, Mommy dearest," she said with even more of an attitude.

"And he thinks of me, when..." I paused to catch my breath, "you're making love with him?"

"For Christ sakes, Susan, yes, the man calls me Mommy, when his cock is buried deep in my pussy," she said with obvious exasperation.

"When you're sucking him," I said venturing forward and not believing that I was asking her such a personal sexual question about my son and about his penis, "when you have his penis in your mouth--"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! He imagines the one sucking him is not me but you, his mother, Susan," she said with a sudden soft sadness. "He imagines his cock is in your mouth."

"My son thinks about me sucking his cock?" Imagining sucking his cock, imagining his hand on the back of my head, imagining his hard prick in my mouth, and imagining my tongue twirling around the width and the head of it, I couldn't believe that I had just uttered that aloud. "I don't believe it. I can't believe it. I'm shocked."

"Yes, Susan, Ryan, no doubt, imagines you sucking his cock, blowing him, and cumming in your mouth, instead of cumming in my mouth," she said with venom.

"You dirty bitch," I said. "You filthy whore? You incestuous slut. How dare you talk to me, Ryan's mother, in that way about my son?"

"Bitch? Whore? Incestuous slut? I'm not the bitch, the whore, or the incestuous slut. If anyone is the bitch, the whore, and especially the incestuous slut, Susan, it's you, Mommy Dearest. I dare say that you want to fuck and suck your son, as much as your son wants to fuck and lick you. This is all your fault. You never allowed Ryan to grow into a man. He'll always be attached to your tits." 

When she said that my son wanted to fuck and lick me, when she said that Ryan will always be attached to my tits, the image of breast feeding my baby boy overwhelmed me with sexual passion. Now knowing that he wants me, as much as I want him, I so wanted to strip naked and run into the shower to be with my son.

"Now, you listen here, cunt--"

"No, you listen here cocksucker and answer my questions," she said. "Before you allowed him to be with me, did you have sex with your son? Did you show your son your naked body?"

"No, of course, not. Ryan has never seen me naked," I said wishing he had and eagerly waiting when he did.

"I saw those photos that you sent him, while he was away at war. How could you send your son up skirt photos of your panties and down blouse views of your tits? How could you send your son a photo of you in a barely there bikini? What's wrong with you? You even sent him a photo of you in a transparent nightgown that left nothing to the imagination."

"Ryan told me to buy that nightgown and I just wanted to show him that I had. Those pictures were innocent pictures of a loving mother to her devoted son."

"Innocent my ass. Did you suck your son's cock, Susan? Did you allow Ryan to cum in your mouth? Did you fuck your son, Susan? Did Ryan cum in your pussy?"

"How dare you?"

"No, how dare you? Is that it? Is that why Ryan doesn't want to have sex with me? Is that why he thinks of you and calls me Mommy, when he's with me? Instead of saying, Nicole, the name of his girlfriend, because he thinks of you and not me, is that why Ryan must call me Mommy to get an erection and to cum? Did you suck your son, Susan? Did you fuck your son, Susan? Is that why he calls you Mommy dearest?"

I didn't answer her. I couldn't answer her. All in a rush, I remembered the United States Army coming to my door to tell me that my husband had died a hero in combat, while protecting his buddies. I remembered crying uncontrollably and inconsolably for weeks because my beloved Jack was gone forever. Then, when Ryan told me that he was leaving me to go to war, I remembered the love that I had for my husband manifesting into a sick and uncontrollable incestuous lust that I now have for my son. 

Even though I never had sex with my son, feeling just as bad if I had, I wanted to have sex with my son. No doubt, by having sex with my son, just as my son imagined having sex with me, when having sex with Nicole, no doubt, I'd imagine having sex with my dead husband, when having sex with Ryan. How could I answer her to even deny her allegations, when I've been wanting to have sex with my son for years? How could I deny my incestuous feelings towards my son, when I'm plotting and planning to seduce him now?

I slammed the phone down on her. I couldn't listen to her accusing me of having sex with my son anymore. It wasn't that all that she accused me of embarrassed me. It wasn't that her accusations were disturbing or angered me. To hear her accuse me of having sex with my son and to hear her verbalize the sexual details of having sex with Ryan excited me. It excited me to hear Ryan's girlfriend say such dirty, incestuous things to me, his mother, about the sexual details of my son, as if we had already been lovers.

"Oh, my God," I said feeling such a warm rush of hormones moisten my pussy, as if Ryan was standing in the kitchen touching me, while kissing me.

Suddenly, I was so very horny. With all of the imagined intimate images of Ryan and I together in bed naked, I needed to touch myself. I lifted my skirt, moved my panties aside with my fingernail, and buried my finger in my pussy up to my knuckle, while rubbing my bean with my thumb.

"Oh, my God. I so need to be fucked and fucked hard. I so needed my son's hard cock in my warm, wet pussy."

Then, I pulled out my finger. I needed to smell the musky aroma of myself. I needed to sniff my finger, lick my finger, and suck my finger, as if I was sucking my son's cock, while imagining having oral sex with Ryan. Then, just as I recovered from the telephone conversation with Nicole, my son emerged from the shower and walked in the kitchen wearing just a towel. Good God, he looked so hot. Good God, he looked just like his father.

Leaving me to go to war, he had returned home as a man and the Army filled his body out with muscles that I never knew he had. Had he walked in the kitchen another few seconds sooner, he would have caught me fingering myself. Had he walked in the kitchen just a moment sooner, he would have caught me sucking my finger, in the way that I wished that I could suck his cock. Unable to help myself, feeling so very horny, especially after Nicole told me that he calls her Mommy, I looked at my son with love. When I looked down, I could see the outline of his cock bulging out the terrycloth towel. Be still my heart, he had a semi-erection. 

With his head down, while towel drying his hair, he didn't see me looking, but I was staring. Wanting to touch him, feel him, wrap my fingers around his prick and cup his balls, I so wanted to reach out and touch his cock through his towel. On the pretense of teasing him and tickling him, my incestuous desire took all the self-control that I had not to rip the towel from his buff body. My perverted attraction to my son took all the self-control I had not to fall to my knees and take him in my hand, before taking him in my mouth and in my already so wet pussy.

"Fuck."

I was doubly stunned. First by the insightful conversation I just had with Nicole and now by the sight of my nearly naked son standing in the kitchen, while towel drying his hair. Not knowing what to do, never having been in this situation before, I so wanted to pull down his towel. Knowing now that my son thinks of me having sex with him, while having sex with his girlfriend, I wanted him to know that I think of him sexually, too. My son imagines me sucking his cock, instead of her. Fuck me, Mommy, blow me, Mommy, my son calls his girlfriend Mommy, when they had sex.

"What?" Ryan looked up at me with modesty by my verbalized expletive, before looking away.

"Oh, my God."

"What?" He stopped drying his hair to look at me again. "What's wrong?"

"I can't believe how much you look like your father," I said, suddenly filled with love and wanting to wrapped my arms around Ryan and kiss him, really kiss him, and French kiss my son. "I can't believe how much you look like Jack," I said feeling the warm tears run down my cheeks. "I miss him so much."

"It's okay, Mom. I'm here with you, now," he said holding me and hugging me so close that I felt his hard cock twinge against my soft belly. A good sign for me, just by holding me and hugging me, he was becoming aroused. He was getting an erection.

Allowing my imagination to extrapolate, while feeling his cock push against my stomach, I made the leap and imagined what his erect cock would look like. If his erect prick was the size of his father's cock, then I'd be a happy woman sleeping in the same bed with my son. If he was as big as his father, I'd welcome his cock in my hand, in my pussy, and in my mouth. If he so desired, I'd willingly give him anal sex and, if that was his thing, I'd make that my thing, too.

"Thank you, Ryan," I said pulling away from him to wipe my eyes.

"Oh, I almost forgot," he said reaching in a bag that he had moved in with and that now sat by the front door. He pulled out a small box and handed it to me. "I had bought this for Nicole, but with you in mind, you're now more deserving of this than she ever was. Happy Valentine's Day, Mom," he said handing me the box and lightly kissing me on the lips. I so wanted to wrap my arms around his neck and French kiss him, but I controlled myself. 

When I opened the box, there was a gold locket and when I opened that, there was a photo of him.

"Oh, Ryan. Thank you, but I have nothing for you for Valentine's Day," I said.

"Having you in my life again, Mom, is gift enough for me," he said.

After Nicole told me how my son felt about me, instead of trying to lessen his attachment to me and downplay his sexual attraction to me, instead of confronting him and discussing his abnormal feelings, I decided to take advantage of his incestuous lust to me. Not knowing how long I'd have my son staying with me, I decided not to waste any time. When he disappeared in his room to change, I dumped out the remains of my vodka bottle and filled it with water and poured myself a glass, after prominently displaying the bottle on the kitchen table. With him thinking that I was drinking straight vodka, instead of water, I made sure he saw me drink more than I should.

I wanted him to think that I was drunk. I wanted him to think that I was vulnerable. I wanted him to take advantage of me, if he wanted. Now that I know that he thinks of me, when he's in bed with another women, I'd do anything for my son, even give him sex, if he wanted me to and if he wanted me.

It was still early, just supper time, when I went in my room to change out of my clothes and get into my sheer and sexy nightgown. Knowing that he could see plenty from the sheer material, I couldn't wait to flash him my hot body. I wondered if he'd look. I wondered if he'd stare. I wondered if he so be consumed by passion for me that he'd reach out and touch me.

"Why can't I have sex with my son? We're adults," I said stripping off my clothes and looking at my naked body in the mirror. "Not bad for a forty-two-year-old woman. I don't look a day over 35-years-old," I said turning side to side, while sucking in my stomach and puffing out my breasts. "I'm just as pretty, prettier even than Nicole. He likes blondes with big tits and that's me alright," I said cupping my breasts in my hands, before slowly running my fingers over my nipples and rubbing them, pulling them, and twisting them, until they were hard, while imagining Ryan fingering them, before sucking them. 

When he told me that he felt uncomfortable about sharing my bed, after telling him that I'd strip naked, so that he could see my naked body, my over active libido took all the self-control I had not to walk out of my bedroom naked. I wanted him to see my naked body. Curious what his reaction would be to seeing me without my clothes, I wanted my son to see his mother naked.

Thinking of how to accidentally on purpose flash my son, thinking how my son could see me naked, without thinking that his mother is the incestuous slut that his girlfriend thinks that I am and that I know that I am, I could walk out of my room naked and say that I forgot that he was here. No that won't work. He'd think that he was invading my privacy and leave. He'd think that I was losing my mind in forgetting that he was here. Maybe with the vodka bottle so prominently displayed on the kitchen table, he'd think that I was drunk. I could do that. I could pretend that I was drunk. That may work. I could pretend, after his Dad died, that I had a drinking problem. Maybe he'd console me, by wrapping his arms around my naked body.

Then, recalling all the Nicole had said, having never considered my son being as incestuously attracted to me, as I am to him, finally occurring to me, I had an insightful epiphany. With us being the same height, the same shape, having similar pretty faces with the same blonde hair, big, blue eyes, and C cup breasts, Nicole looks much like me, albeit a younger by twenty years version. Did my son purposely look for a woman that looked like his mother? Was he trying to replicate his mother with her? Is it simply because he always wanted to have sex with me that he found a girlfriend who could be my daughter? Oh, my God. Too blinded by my grief and by the love of my son, I never realized this before.

In a rash and a desperate attempt at justifying what I was about to do in trying to seduce my son, I figured, once he had sex with me, he'd be over the mystery of having sex with his mother. I figured, then and only then, could he have a healthy and normal relationship with a woman, who wasn't his mother. Instead of talking to my son about his abnormal and incestuous sexual attraction to me, instead of teasing him into seducing me, I figured I'd suck him and then fuck him. I'd allow him to cum in my mouth. I'd swallow him, something that Nicole, no doubt, never did.

I couldn't wait to get him alone in bed with me. Just as I wanted to do to his hard body, I wanted him to know that he could do anything to my shapely body. I was hoping he'd touch me anywhere on the pretense that I was inebriated and because I was his mother. I couldn't wait for him to French kiss me. I couldn't wait to feel his big hands on my tits and my ass, along with his long fingers in my pussy. I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside of me and his lips on my nipples. I couldn't wait to feel his big, hard cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy. I couldn't wait to have sex with my son.

In truth, before Nicole confessed that my son wanted me, instead of her, all in fun, missing all the exhibitionism fun that I had with his father and his father's friends, I just wanted to play some sexy teasing games. Maybe just kidding myself, I thought that I just wanted to tease him by flashing him. With me being an exhibitionist, I just wanted to flash him my panties and bra. Perhaps going a bit further, flashing him my ass, my tits, and my pussy, I just wanted to show my son what he's never seen of his mother's body before, so that I could masturbate over all that I showed my son and all that he saw of me. Now, that I know how much he thinks of me and how much he wants me sexually, I wanted more than just to flash him. Now, that I know he thinks of having sex with me, I want to suck him and fuck him, after he licks and fingers my pussy.

I know it's wrong, but it's been a while since I had sex and I was horny. Not hoping for much more than some cuddling and spooning, I never expected things to get out of hand, as soon as they did. Understandably and in hindsight, in the way that Nicole looked so much like me, it didn't help that Ryan looked so much like his father, a man that I adored and still would have been with, had he not made the ultimate sacrifice and given his life for his country. When I closed my eyes, with them sounding so much alike, as if Jack was in the room with me, wanting my son even more, I no longer missed my husband.

After my son gave me the gold locket for Valentine's Day, bothering me that I didn't have a Valentine's Day gift for my son, and with him telling me that I was his gift, I cast my nightgown aside and walked out of my bedroom naked.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Ryan," I said standing in the living room with just my smile.

"Oh, Mommy. Just as how I imagined you to be, you're so beautiful," he said standing, holding me, hugging me, and finally giving me the kiss and the sexual attention that I so needed and wanted.

In just one scoop, he lifted me off the floor and carried me into the bedroom. In a pull of his sweatshirt and a push of his sweatpants, he was naked and in bed with me. Even in my wildest sexual fantasies, never had I correctly imagined what it would feel like to have my son's tongue in my mouth, his mouth on my nipples, and his fingers in my pussy. In all the incestuous sexual fantasies that I had over my son, never had I imagined what it would feel like to have his cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy.

Overwhelmed with sexual incestuous lust, we made love that night, the next morning, and every day for the next six months, until that fateful day, when he got a job, found his own apartment, and hooked up with a new girlfriend. Having experienced the love of a real woman, his mother, he no longer thinks of me in a sexual way, as I no longer think of him, now that I have a new man in my life, one of my husband's old friends.



Mommy Denies Your Orgasm



I intentionally broke many of the tips in the various writing guides that can be found here on Literotica. The most important of which is that "the purpose of all erotica is to arouse the reader to orgasm." I hope you do not have an orgasm. I hope you choose to bring yourself to the edge and then refrain from cumming when you read this.

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"Ahem! What do you think you're doing?" You see me standing there and try to cover your rock-hard prick. "No," I say, "no; don't try to cover up your shame. Stand up and tell me what is going on here."

Trembling, you reveal your angry boner. You blush with embarrassment, but you're also shaking with fear. You knew better. I had caught you before, and explained the rules. "Mom, I... I... Oh Mommy I'm sorry..."

"Don't tell me you're sorry. Tell me why you're breaking my rules! You're touching yourself in my house. You were trying to spill your nasty fluids in my room. And of all things, you're using MY panties! Just because you're 18 doesn't mean you can start breaking my rules..."

"Oh Mommy," you plead, "I can't help it. It gets so hard. It hurts and I want it to shoot the bad stuff so much." You're trying to wish your erection away, but seeing me in my short cutoffs and tiny T-shirt is keeping you as aroused as ever. "I need to shoot it, Mommy. My penis throbs and aches, and I feel like I'm gonna just die I need to shoot it so bad. Please let me do it just once in a while. Please, I get so horny."

I cock my head and look at you quizzically. "Horny, huh? Horny for what? Your own mother? Let's see how horny you are for your mommy." What happens next makes your heart pound with surprise as much as with excitement. I peel off my shirt, and since I wasn't wearing a bra for my quick trip to the store, I stand there topless before you. I grin as I watch your cock twitch when you lay your eyes on my breasts. I hear you swallow hard as I hook my thumbs into my shorts, pulling them off with my panties in a single swift stroke. Kicking my shorts and panties aside, I stand before you naked. You don't move or speak. You're lost... transfixed at the sight of your naked mother.

I slowly walk toward you, and drag a finger from your balls up the length of your needful shaft. Leaning in close, I whisper in your ear, "What makes you think I'm going to let you 'shoot it' even 'just once in a while'? Do you think you're a man? Do you think that you deserve to use your penis like a real man? Do you think that you deserve to cum like a real man?"

The pleasure of the first touch (other than your own) on your prick in your entire life is more amazing than you could have imagined. You think you might pass out with the sudden desire to melt into my finger, but you think you see a way out, so you struggle to keep your composure. "Yes, I am a man, MOTHER. I'm a man and I can jack it and shoot it whenever I want."

"Hrumph. Listen to the big man who has to use pet names like 'jack it' and 'shoot it' for the things that grown ups call masturbation and cum. Well, big man, let's see whether you're a man or not." To your amazement, I turn around, and bend over. I gently take your cock into my hand and guide it to the edge of the hole that could bring you so much badly needed relief. You know that I'd never allow you to have intercourse with me. I'd never consent to it, but the words that come out of my mouth next mesmerize you: "Just because you're 18 doesn't make you a 'man.' If you're such a man, then rape me like a real man would. Take your mother's unwilling cunt by force if you think you deserve to use your penis like a man."

"Mom, no," you reply instinctively. "I couldn't rape you! It would be wrong!" The words are painful to say because you want so badly to slide your painful erection into my nurturing, velvet-soft tunnel.

"It was wrong to touch your prick. It was wrong to try to spill your seed. It was definitely wrong to use my panties." I wiggle my hips slightly, and my pussy lips caress your swollen, purple cockhead, making you whine with desire. "Go ahead. I dare you. I fucking double-dare you to invade my fuckhole against my wishes. Prove you're a real man, and I'll let you move out so that you can 'jack it' all day long if you want. If you don't, then you're going to loose your bedroom privileges and live in my room so that I can supervise you from now on."

The thought of my hot, wet cunt wrapped around your swollen need swirls through your mind like a hellish wish just out of reach, but you can't do it. "Mom I won't rape you." Uttering those words with your prick so close to ultimate satisfaction stings more than what happens next:

With a sudden, swift motion I whirl around, and slap you hard on the face. "I knew it! I knew you're no man. You're a little boy. A nasty little orgasm addicted strokeslut." I lay back onto my bed, and pull you on top of me. I kiss you hard, forcefully shoving my tongue deep into your mouth. You kiss me back hungrily until I pull away: "Am I a bad mommy? Is that why you disobey my rules? Because I'm such a poor mother that you don't love me?"

If you could feel anything but lust at this point, you suppose you would have felt guilt. "No, mommy, you're a very good mother, and I love you so much. You try to teach me what's right, but I'm too weak to obey."

"I love you, too, son. Don't worry, you'll be staying with me now. I'll help you be strong. We'll work together to keep the bad thing from happening to you. Show me you love me. Show me you love my body. Make every inch of my boobies damp with your mouth."

You are quick to comply, desperately licking and sucking at my round tits. You suck the nipples and lick the flesh. Wanting to be thorough, you even use your hands to lift them so that you can lick the underside of each breast. I arch my back and moan as your mouth sends electric bliss through my bosom. I tangle my fingers in your hair and push you downward. "I'm going to teach you to think about Mommy's pleasure instead of your own selfish desires. I'm going to teach you to worship Mommy's orgasms and value them far beyond your own greedy wish for release."

Of course, you are enthusiastic to slide down my body and let your tongue slide across my shaven netherlips. I gasp as you penetrate the lips with your tongue. It sends a fireball of pleasure through my wet pussy. I gently grip your head with my thighs, and buck my hips as you attack my snatch with your tongue. I throw my head back and groan. I start to hump your face, and it isn't long before I scream out loud with the ecstasy of an orgasm on my son's face.

Once I recover, I roll you over. I kiss you quickly and slide down your body, dragging all of my fingers down your chest... down your tummy... so close to your prick... oh so close. I caress your thighs, and my mouth is so close to your painfully swollen rod that you can feel my hot breath on it. "Oh son, you have such a beautiful penis. It would be such a shame to ruin it with ejaculation."

Your heart sinks. "Oh Mommy please. Please oh please I need it. I need to cum I just want to cum or die and I don't know if I care which it's so bad."

"Nonesense," I retort, "I just came hard enough for the both of us."



Mommy Dommy



My name is Beth, I'm 52 years young, built solid and even muscular for a woman my age, short blonde hair, a bright smile -- and a sex drive that works overtime. Even with my son.

Bobby is my pride and joy, a stud of a teenager at 18, a senior high school football player with a delicious body and blessed with my good looks. We've been on our own since my husband left, and since puberty, he has noticed me, I dare say, especially when I'm working out in my scanty short-shorts and tube top. But I never acted on anything, figuring it was wrong and he was sooooooooo sexily young.

Until today, when things changed forever. Today, I caught my young stud rooting through my dirty laundry pile and smelling my workout-soiled socks and panties! He didn't know I was home, I'd come back from my daily early-evening run sooner than usual since it was chilly, but when I did I heard noises in my bedroom. Softly, I snuck down the hallway and looked inside where Bobby was kneeling before my pile of dirty things, one pair of especially soiled panties glued to his face as he moaned and inhaled, licked and chewed them, one well-worn white sweat sock around the biggest cock I'd ever seen as he stroked himself with it.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy," he groaned, his face red, his eyes closed as he rubbed the stinky panty all over his moaning face. "Gonna cum in your sock, Mommy!!

And he did, jetting a huge load of spunk all over the pile of panties and other socks, thick streams of boy jizz landing with a wet splashing sound before dribbling down to a few gorgeous oozes of spew all over the sock he had wrapped around his massive pecker, which I guessed to be all of 10 inches long. Breathlessly, I watched as his hand slowed around his impressive dick and I squeezed out a mini-orgasm by clenching my thighs together as I stood watching in my tiny cut-off jeans, tank top, white sweat socks and sneakers.

He stopped cumming and sank back on his naked haunches; he'd stripped off his pants to whack off in my sock, and his top, his entire muscular body bathed in sweat. He smiled and lifted the sock to his nose, smelling it through my panty and then as he snuck out his tongue to sneak a taste of his own goo, I leaped into action.

"Mom!" he screamed as I raced into the room, sitting on the bed behind him. "Wait, I can..."

He was about to explain but I gave him no quarter, pulling him backwards by the ears and lacing my muscular thighs around his head, scissoring him securely in his mother's powerful legs. I lay back on the bed and took Bobby with me, my thighs pounding at his skull as I locked up my socked feet and squeezed with all my might. I leaned up on my elbows and looked down at him, the sight almost comical with his naked body thrashing from my legs, his still-stiff cock still wrapped in my sock that was covered with his cum. His hands grabbed at my punishing thighs and one of them left a streak of sperm.

"You dirty little boy, you nasty, dirty little boy," I hissed down at him as I let up only a little to let him tilt his head back to look at me through desperate eyes as I clenched my thighs tightly around it. "How long have you been sniffing my dirty panties and socks and playing with yourself like this? TELL ME!!"

He moaned as I squeezed, and blurted out "For a long time, Mom! I can't help it...you're so....beautiful and sexy!"

I smiled at the words I loved hearing. I let up again and sat up on the bed, my thighs still gripping his head as I looked down at him upside down

"Good, good, it's a good thing when a boy loves his mommy," I cooed, gently rubbing the heels of my sneakers into his groin, pushing at his huge balls. "Mmmm, you've cum a lot, young man, all over my dirty panties and socks over there in the pile, and my sock on your cock is just soaked. You'll have to clean that up, of course, and Mommy's headscissors will see to that!"

I reached down and pulled off the cum-coated sock from his pecker and rammed it brutally into his face, mashing the cum all over his lips and nose, forcing his mouth open and the soiled sock inside.

"Suck," I growled, ramming the sock in deeply. "Suck your cum from mommy's sock!"

He cried out loud and tried to protest, but I just rammed the cummy sock further into his mouth while squeezing more brutally with my thighs. He acquiesced and slowly began to suck the sperm from the sweaty sock in his mouth, tears of humiliation running down his face.

"You dirty boy, you like this, don't you, you like mommy's headscissors, my thighs on your skull, SQUEEZING you, and you just love sucking your sperm from my socks, you're still hard, you little whore!" I growled. "Well, then you'll love this!

I spun around a bit to snatch up a pile of panties and socks from my pile, some covered with his goop, some just rancid on their own from having been on my ass and pussy and feet over the last week of intense physical exercise in the heat of summer. I plopped the pile on his chest and pulled the dirty sock from his mouth before finding a nasty pair of panties with a gruesome looking yellow-and-brown stain on them, striped with Bobby's fresh cum, and rammed it up his nose.

"Smell it!" I hissed, rubbing it into his lips and forcing the nastiest side into his nostrils with my fingers. "Smell your mommy's shit and piss and eat your fucking CUM!!"

He cried real tears as I scissored him so hard his face went red then blue as I rammed the cummy and rancid panty into his nostrils and then pulled it out and made him suck it clean. Over and over I repeated this until he'd mouth-washed every filthy sock and every foul pair of panties. Thirty minutes later, his face was a mask of his own sweat and cum and the residue from my dirty under things.

My heels scissored his bobbing cock, locking it between my sneakers and I stroked it up and down, moving it up a bit to be securely latched in my socked calves. I squeezed hard until his monster pecker turned purple in my leggy clamp and then jacked him up and down in the socked scissor lock, rubbing his pecker skin raw.

"Mmmm, you've been hard the whole time, you little slut," I hissed, pumping my muscular calves on his dick. "Let's see how many times Mommy can make her little slut cum!"

In less than a minute, I'd scissored a huge cum load from my boy's cock, a huge jet of jizz shooting up and over my muscular thighs and lacing back down my sweaty shins to coat my socks. I immediately folded one calf up for a punishing figure four, my cum-coated thighs bracing his face. I turned his head to one side then the other and made him lick it up.

"Suck that mess off my thighs, boy!" I barked, rolling his moaning face around in his clammy soup. "Lick the sperm off me!

HE obeyed, gagging as he sucked and licked the cream from his mother's muscular thighs. I then turned my calf and made him clean the mess from my socks, too, grinding the back of his head into my pussy the whole time.

"Mmmm, Bobby, this feels awfully nice, rubbing your head in my cunt like this," I hissed. "Wonder what it would feel like without these shorts in the way! Wanna find out, my little stud muffin? Want your face in Mommy's dirty, sweaty pussy? And ASS?!"

"No, Mom, please, please," he groaned. "Can't take it anymore...your legs hurt...I'm sorry, Mom, please, I'll never do it again..."

"Oh, yes you will, because I WANT you to, you little slut!" I growled, releasing his head from my legs to slither out of my clothes except for my little socks, pulling him up to lay on the bed on his back, his face gleaming with cum and sweat. "Mommy likes being dominant with her little boy...now call me Mommy Dommy, slut! Do it!"

"M....Mommy Dommy....please...no more..." he begged through watery eyes as I stood above his face, straddling him and running my fingers through my very hairy and dripping wet cunt.

"No more?" I laughed. "OK, no more...and no less, either!"

I dropped my full weight on his face, burying it in my hairy thatch, ramming his nose to my clit and grinding him brutally hard, my thighs spread wide as I rode his face back and forth, literally wiping my ass on him now as I pulled my asshole over his mouth and nose and snapped it backwards, grinding and pumping and coating his already wet face with the gushing juices from my sweaty cunt.

"Mmm, how's that smell, Bobby boy, how's Mommy Dommy's cunny smell now that I've been out running today, is it all sweaty and cheesy, do you LOVE IT!" I screamed as I orgasmed on his moaning face.

I quickly spun around after that 'gasm and plunked my thick, meaty ass on his face, reaching back to spread the cheeks with both hands, the hairy ring of my sweaty asshole winking at him.

"How's my shitter look, Bobby, is it all nasty and wet?" I laughed. "Now you know why my panties are so dirty, huh? I guess I don't wipe my ass all that well when I shit -- which I just did a little while ago -- but you know that, since you've been snorting the shit from my panties for some time now, huh? Well get in there and take a deep snort, my young stud, smell Mommy Dommy's shitty asshole!!"

I plopped down hard, skewering my oily shit ring with his nice, long nose until it was buried to the face in nasty ass. I hunched my hips back and forth and side to side, taking him deeper still, feeling the hard bone of his nose twisting inside my shithole walls.

"Smelllllllllllllll my asshole, Bobby, I wanna hear you take a nice, big whiff of Mommy Dommy's shitty butt!" I commanded, kneading my bountiful butt cheeks around his face, molding his facial features to the soft warmth of my ass meat. "Take a sniff!"

He inhaled deeply and gagged at the stench of his mother's shitty rump, the vibrations from his mouth ripping into my cunt. I moaned and used his face, grinding my cunt on it until I came again and again, drenching his mouth in my thick woman cream.

"Let's see how good that tongue of yours is on my cunny, young man," I sighed, leaning forward and positioning my hairy twat at his mouth. "And while you're at it, I wanna see how many times I can make you cum...."

I leaned over and mouthed his stiff cock, taking all nine-plus inches down my throat, kneading his balls with one hand and stroking the base of his massive pecker with the other. Down his end, Bobby did a masterful job licking my hairy pussy, digging deep into the sweat-soaked folds and tonguing my clean, then returning to my clit and sucking it into his mouth, dribbling it with his tongue.

He came in minutes, a gusher of a load right down my throat, which I gobbled down greedily, savoring the sweet taste of boy juice, something I haven't had in awhile. And I didn't stop; as I continued to grind my cunny into his moaning mouth, I kept sucking his cock, keeping him hard and going for the fourth load of the evening. It didn't take long; within 10 minutes, my stud son was jetting another sizeable load down my throat, the last jet of which I kept in my mouth as I sat up on his face, almost sliding off from the copious amount of my cunny gel that coated it. I spun around and sank my tireless cunt onto his pecker, taking all of it in one stroke to the balls and keeping him stiff. I leaned over and smiled at him, my cummy lips inches from his. 

"No, Mom, please..." he begged. "Can't take anymore..."

I laughed and pulled his hair, tilting his head back and forcing open his mouth, which I glued with mine, letting the thick gob of his cum pour into his mouth. He gagged and shot it back into mine, and I shot it back to his, my tongue spearing the frothy goo until he swallowed it. I sat up and bathed his face in my big titties as I fucked his young cock.

"Suck Mommy Dommy's nipples, boys, suck 'em good," I growled as I felt my nipples scrape across his teeth as he suckled me. "Mmmm, that's nice, haven't had your mouth on my teats since you were a baby..."

I reached back and kneaded his huge, hairless balls, coaxing another load from him, his fifth, and I screamed with an orgasm as I felt it scorch into my womb, the same one he'd come from 18 years ago. Slipping his deflating cock from my pussy, I force fed it into my ass that was slick and lubed up from his licking it clean. Once inside, I clamped down with my ass muscles and stiffened him up again. He looked up at me, eyes wide with shame, terror and pleasure.

"You like being up Mommy Dommy's asshole,doncha, slut boy?" I barked down at him, slapping his face one way and then the other as I rode his cock up my ass. "Tell me you do!"

"I do!" he screamed, humping up inside my butt now, his young hips flailing away as he pounded his mother's ass with cock. "I love it!!"

"Course you do, son of mine, of course you do," I laughed evilly, bending to french kiss him madly as his cock filled my thick ass.

It took him awhile, maybe 15 minutes, but soon enough he blasted off his sixth load inside my ass, slowing his hip-thrusting motions until the contractions from my gripping ass shit out his now soft but still huge cock. I turned around and licked the cream from his shiny cock and then perched my thick ass above his face. He moaned, but knew his duty: He buried his face inside my ass and sucked his cum from my asshole, swabbing the walls clean, and then went to my pussy to lick his load from that hole as well. My boy was taking to Mommy Dommy training quite well.

I stood up and retrieved a bottle of hand cream from my dresser, slathering my hand with it and sitting next to Bobby on the bed, where he lay, totally spent and exhausted, his cock limply slung against his tight belly. I put my hand around it and started stroking and he winced.

"Mom, please, I can't do it anymore, I'm all done, it tickles!" he yelped, trying to twist away from me.

"OK, have it your way," I sighed.

I lay behind him and secured his neck in my thighs, folding up my locked and socked calves around his jaw for a brutally tight throat scissors, my thighs crushing his windpipe, my lean and rugged calves pressing his face into the backs of my thighs until his face was contorted in agony. I leaned down with my hand and stroked him until his cock stiffened. I smiled.

"See? You can do it, Bobby, I think you really LIKE Mommy Dommy's headscissors, don't you, you like my thighs and calves squeezing you like this, huh? Say it, Bobby, say it as I make you cum again!"

"I love it...." Bobby hissed, eyes closed. "I love Mommy Dommy's headscissors!!!"

"I know you do, son, now lay back and enjoy it all," I groaned.

The squishy sounds of my oily handjob filled my bedroom as Bobby's cock stiffened fully under my gripping fingers stroking him up and down, taking time to tease the head and then stroking down again. He came again, not a huge load but a sizeable one nonetheless, the hot cream streaming over my slender fingers and coating them completely as my handjob wound down and I lifted the cummy mess to his mouth, where he hungrily sucked up the entire nasty load.

"Not bad, you've cum for mommy -- and her panties and socks -- seven times in the last, what, two hours?" I laughed, unlocking my scissors from his neck and head and booting him off my bed as I lay back and relaxed. "Now, go make us some dinner while I take a nap, and when you're done, you can do my dirty laundry. The right way this time!"

"Yes, Mom," he sighed.

"Yes WHAT?" I growled, slapping my muscular thighs together in a mock scissor, delighting to see him jump.

"Yes, MOMMY DOMMY!" he quickly corrected himself.

He sighed and left the room as I dozed off to a very restful sleep...



Mommy Eve



When Bobby arrived and knocked on the door of the well-kept house, his heart was pounding in his throat. He had searched a long time for the right caregiver and he was nervous that the whole thing was a huge mistake. But the woman's manner and voice on the phone had been so comforting that he had decided to brave the long drive and give her service a try. 

The door opened slowly and there stood a middle-aged woman who looked very much like a librarian. She wore glasses and a knee-length dress and was somewhat broad-hipped.

"Hello, you must be Bobby!" she said to him.

"Yes...Yes I am." Bobby replied, "Are you Eve?"

"I am." she said as she reached out and guided him through the doorway. 

She stared up at him intensely after she closed the door, holding him by the wrist with her left hand. Bobby looked around the living room nervously.

"You have a nice house." he said just to fill the social protocol. 

"Why thank you, Bobby!" she replied as she moved her right hand to a place up between his legs. 

Bobby flinched a little when he felt her palm push up into his ass crack from behind, and his face quickly flushed hot with blood. She continued to speak to him with the same attentive voice.

"Did you have a long trip?" she asked him.

"Yeah, pretty long." he replied weakly.

"Then you probably need to have a bath." she told him as she steered him toward the hallway by his arm and pants seat.

A feeling of elation filled Bobby's heart and surges of adrenaline shot from between his legs up into his stomach as she moved him along slowly to the bathroom.

"It's so stressful to drive on these freeways." she told him with the same concerned tone.

"Yes, it is." He answered as he looked down to her. 

Her eyes were very concentrated on him as they moved, as if she were sensing something deep inside him. 

When they reached the bathroom, Bobby felt very old emotions rise up. They were feelings of vulnerability and helplessness and also shame. He suddenly started to cry. Eve wasn't surprised by this.

"It's okay, I understand." she said as she started to undo his belt and unzip his fly, all the while keeping the pressure steady between his legs with her right hand.

"Do you have to go number one?" she asked.

He blushed and then shook his head in the negative.

"Do you have to go number two?" she asked.

This time he hesitated before shaking his head.

Eve didn't seem satisfied.

"Are you sure?" she asked again, pressing her hand up into his anus more firmly.

Bobby nodded an affirmation and Eve proceeded to pull his pants down to the floor along with his underwear. 

"Okay, I don't want any accidents in the tub." she said with kind firmness as she brought him to the tub ledge and started the water.

After the water was tepid, she pushed her hand back up into his naked ass crack and had him step into the tub. She guided him down to a sitting position and then began to soap up a wash cloth.

"Does Bobby want me to wash his dirty feet?" she asked him.

He smiled and nodded. His tears now forgotten.

Eve picked up one foot and scrubbed the sole in a way that tickled him. He laughed and splashed about a bit. Eve then proceeded to wash his ears and underarms.

"Okay, Bobby", she instructed, "Turn over and let's see that bee-hind."

Bobby's laughing stopped. He turned around with a serious expression and got on his knees and elbows. With this, Eve moved the wash cloth down between his ass cheeks vigorously. Bobby felt shame and invasion all at once from this submissive position, but also a strange sense of completion. 

Eve rinsed him and toweled him off after this, making sure to dry his ears well and wick away the moisture from the gentle skin of his penis. Bobby hoped it wouldn't respond and become erect as she manipulated it with the towel. A big, hard erection might not send the right message at this moment, he thought. 

She then lead him out of the bathroom naked and into a dark bedroom. She spread a dry towel on the bed and had him lay on it. Bobby was having feelings now that almost seemed like memories. He felt like he wanted to let go of all the pretensions of the outside world and everything he had always thought he was. He was naked now and under the control of this woman and she was all he needed. 

Eve got talcum powder from the dresser and began to rub it on his sensitive parts; his armpits, neck and groin. She pulled on his toes playfully as she pushed his legs back to rub the powder into the crevice of his ass. Then his scrotum and penis got the same treatment. Through all this she watched his face serenely as he stared back up at her. Bobby sensed what was next.

Eve walked over to the closet and returned with the biggest diaper he'd ever seen. It was so big and square he wondered how he would even walk in it. As she stood over him and unfolded the crinkly, soft material, Bobby became fascinated and excited. He watched her pull it out to full size and couldn't wait for the well-padded cotton/paper of it to be slid under him and wrapped around his naked private parts. She took his feet in one hand after this and lifted his backside just enough to slide the diaper beneath it. Then, as the diaper lay open under him, he felt such excitement that a small ejaculation of urine issued from his flaccid member. Eve smiled when she saw this, knowing the diaper was already having its effect. 

"That's okay." she told him, "Just relax."

With these words of reassurance, she pulled the super-padded diaper up between his legs and attached the side tapes. 

Bobby's legs were now forced into an open-hipped position, and he began to feel all the pampered helplessness he had longed for. 

"Okay, let's sit up!" Eve summoned.

She helped him lift his torso and then turned him to a seated position at the side of the bed. The diaper felt like a soft, square seat beneath his ass cheeks and the crotch bulged like it was already full.

"Now let's get some exercise!" Eve affirmed.

She took him by the wrist and guided him to his feet. He stood there looking down at himself for a long while. Then he took his first step. The diaper made a loud rustling sound as he did. His feelings were now a mixture of amazement and embarrassment. He took a few more steps with Eve bracing him.

"Do you feel better now?" she asked.

Bobby's face was still full of ambivalence.

"Yeah." he replied.

Eve then moved her hand to a position under the seat of his diaper.

"So you know now you don't have to stay in control anymore, right?" she told him.

"Okay." Bobby replied nervously.

He took a few more steps toward the door and then felt a pushing sensation against his rectum. 

"You don't have to hold anything in." she told him, putting more upward pressure on him with her hand as they walked.

"No." he replied, looking more worried now.

As they moved into the hall, Bobby felt a general weakening of his rectal muscles.

"In this place you are safe. No one will judge you." she told him, "You're free here."

Bobby now felt like these were his first steps. Or perhaps he was moving back to a time he had already lived. Before all the control and forced possession of the world were foisted on him. To a time when the body expressed itself naturally without fear or shame. He didn't feel he could resist Eve's pushing hand anymore.

"Oh god!" he suddenly blurted.

"Yes, Bobby, that's it!" Eve extolled.

She felt the hard, firm waste emerge from him at that moment as his will and muscular control surrendered to her. 

"Yes! Let it all go!" she goaded as she walked him into the kitchen. 

Bobby began to cry and whine, but there was no more resistance. Soon the diaper was sagging heavily in her hand. 

"It's okay, Bobby!" she told him as she stood in front of him and stroked the side of his face. 

Then she pulled out a kitchen chair and had him sit down on her lap, her wide, strong legs supporting all his weight. She bounced him gently as he continued to cry. But now she understood that his tears were less from shame and more from joy. Now she would change him and bathe him again and it would be like a baptism. 

He was free again and she knew that meant he'd be coming back to see her quite often. Perhaps once a week. Perhaps every day.



Mommy Fucking



It was nearly ten o'clock and I was almost ready for bed. Father wasn't home yet, so I thought I would check to see how Mommy was doing. I knew my high heels were making a noise as I walked from the dining room into her bedroom. She was in bed reading a magazine. When she saw me she told me how nice I looked in my outfit and that she really liked seeing me dressed in it. She also confided that she liked the way my cock was growing and it looked about six inches long. I had forgotten she could see my cock through my sheer black panties. Of course I also had my black garter belt, dark brown nylon stockings, and two inch high heel open sandals on so she could see my entire costume. When I reminded her I was going to be nineteen on my next birthday she seemed astounded. She was looking very intently at my cock and told me the only thing she regretted was having me circumcised when I was born. She informed me that even though my father was also cut she preferred a man who was uncut. She also told me she didn't have a choice in the decision even though she was my mother. It had been decided by her mother who told her that males needed to have their foreskins removed.

She put her magazine down and as she did so, I could see she was still wearing a bra under her nightgown. Her nightgown was sheer yellow nylon and her bra was black. I also noticed it was a cut out bra and her nipples were showing through the end of the cups. I could see she was still a little drunk and when she told me to go get her another bottle of beer I almost told her she didn't need anymore beer, that she had already had too many for the day. However, being the kind subservient son that I was, I went to the kitchen and took another beer out of the refigerator and took it to her.

As I came back into the bedroom I noticed she had taken the covers off her legs. I was a little taken aback when I saw she was still wearing her nylons and garter girdle. Her garter girdle was black like her bra, but her nylons were a very dark brown with a Manhattan style heel. I asked her why and she replied that father had told her he wanted to see her in her lingerie when he came home that night.

She took the beer from me and took a good swig then told me she needed a back rub. I told her to lie down on her stomach and I would rub her back for her.

When I went to get the lotion, she reached up and pulled my sheer bikini panties down, telling me she wanted to see my cock uncovered. I stepped out of them and left them lying on the floor. As I got the lotion she laid down on her stomach. I told her I would have to pull her gown up a little bit in order to rub her back, so she lifted herself off the mattress and I pulled her gown up over her butt.

I put some lotion on my hands and held it a few seconds to let it warm up then proceeded to begin rubbing it on her lower back. I told her in order

to do a good job I was going to have to unhook her bra straps so I could get her upper back rubbed. I unhooked them and went on rubbing her back with lotion. She purred and told me it felt really good.

As I was rubbing her back she moved her arms out to the side a bit and I could see her armpits were covered with hair. I didn't realize she had stopped shaving her armpits and when I asked her about it she told me father had ordered her to not shave her pits or her legs anymore. Of course with her coal black hair I could see very clearly a nice growth under each arm.

I moved down a bit and told her I needed to unfasten her garter belt to really do a good job on her lower back. She told me to go ahead, so I unfastend the three hooks and put them on each side of her. I put some more lotion on my hands and proceeded to rub her middle and lower back. As I got down around her buttocks I let my hand slip on the inside of her butt cheek. She seemed to not mind, so I continued rubbing around her asshole and down further. Suddenly, she told me to be a little careful and not go much further. I told her I would rub her thighs a bit and then stop. Mommy spread her legs a little wider so I could reach her thighs and as I did so, I just went ahead and felt her hairy cunt too. I moved my hands down to her stocking tops and then told her to turn over on her back. As she turned over I could see her teats fall out of her bra cups and free themselves from confinement. I could also see her hairy belly and cunt in all their glory. Mommy had a massive forest of coal black hair covering her belly and cunt and I could now also see it was growing on her thighs too. As I gazed further down her legs I could see it had also grown on her legs and was matted down by her stockings. All of this got me very excited and my cock began to get erect.

I took a little lotion and began rubbing her belly and moved up so I also covered her teats with lotion, kneading her nipples as I did so. She moaned a little sigh as I tweaked the nipples and they began to harden to my touch. I moved down her belly toward her cunt and mommy spread her legs apart and began to get a little excited.I rubbed her cunt lips with a little lotion and she told me that it felt very nice and to keep doing it. Suddenly she pulled her legs up so they were bent at the knees and told me she wanted me to suck her cunt. I couldn't believe what she said. I never thought mommy would tell me that. She took her hand and pulled her cunt lips apart and I put my head down in her crotch and began licking on her clit. She told me to just suck her clit and make it big. I did that for a minute or so then moved down a little further and was greeted by a dribble of her pee. I tried to stick my tongue in her peehole, but couldn't get it in. She dribbled again and I licked it up. Finally, I just put my mouth over her peehole and started sucking on it. I was suddenly greeted with a big spurt of her hot piss.

She told me she needed my big cock in her cunt. I was petrified because I thought father would be home at any moment and I would get caught fooling around with her. She informed me he had called and was spending the night in the city and wouldn't be home until the next day. She said he was spending the night "with his hairy whore".

I looked at her wide open cunt and my cock was getting bigger and bigger. She told me there was a box of rubbers in fathers top drawer of his vanity and that maybe I should put one on before I fucked her. She didn't want to get knocked up although she did indicate that would have been nice to get pregnant by her son. Suddenly she just said "fuck it" and decided she wanted my cock in her without a rubber on it. Before I fucked her though, she wanted to suck on it for a minute or two. I stood up and put it by her mouth. She took as much in her mouth as she could and sucked it very nicely. She told me to get back on the bed and she spread her cunt lips wide apart and pulled my cock into her gaping cunt. She was already wet, so I just pushed my cock into her all the way and let it stay like that for a minute or so. She was soaking wet and I could feel the walls of her cunt getting wetter as we went along. She called me a big motherfucker and told me she wanted me to shoot a huge load of semen in her cunt. I thrust my cock in and out of her cunt until finally I felt my orgasm about to happen. She must have known it also as she bucked and humped and thrust up to meet my cock. Suddenly my cock erupted spraying her cunt walls with hot semen. She told me to nurse on her nipples which were now rock hard from her being so horny. I sucked on one then the other for a couple of minutes with my cock still tightly inside her cunt. I could feel my semen beginning to trickle down to the end of her cunt and knew she would be leaking all over the place shortly.

Mommy finally calmed down a bit and told me to get her black panties off of the chair and put them on her when I got my cock out of her cunt. I got up off the bed and went and got them. I slipped them on her as she raised her butt off the bed and I pulled them up to her sopping wet cunt. I immediately saw the crotch begin to get wet and knew she was going to soak it before the night was over. Not yet content, she told me to get up to her mouth so she could clean my dripping cock off. I was leaking semen and she wanted to suck it off. As I did so, I heard her tell me to sleep with her tonight so we could play some more. I was informed I had really fucked her very well and she wanted some more during the night. Mommy also told me that this was to be "our secret" and that if father found out that she was fucking me, he might just get nasty and sew her cunt shut. I couldn't believe he would do that, but she told me would. I wasn't going to let anyone know I was fucking mommy, so if he found out it wouldn't be because of me.

Of course, I also knew she was fucking her beer drinking buddy, Frank. Frank had a cock about eight inches long when it was soft and had a foreskin that hung clear over the end of his cock.

He would come to the house once in awhile and they would have a jolly good time for a couple of hours including a little piss fest.

She drank the rest of her beer after she sucked my cock then told me she needed to piss. She had me refasten her bra strap and garter belt strap then got out of bed and went to sit on her chamberpot. She pulled her panties down around her knees and looked in the crotch of them. She informed me the crotch was soaking wet. Suddenly I could hear the familiar hissing sound as I heard the sound of her pee hitting the water in the pot. I think she must have pissed for about two minutes, then I helped her back into bed and she told me she wanted me to eat her cunt again. She pulled her panties off,spread her cunt lips wide open and I put my tongue down and could immediately taste her piss and my semen. I sucked her clit again until it grew very large and it made her have another climax. 

With that, she told me she was tired and just snuggled up against me and went to sleep grabbing my now soft cock and holding onto it.



Mommy Fucking & Grandma Too



It must have been about 2:00 in the morning when I woke up. I needed to piss. I felt for mommy but she wasn't in bed with me, so I presumed she was up pissing in her chamberpot.

Suddeny I heard her yelling at someone. "Fuck you Mother. He's my son and I can fuck him if I want to. You come traipsing in here at two o'clock in the morning drunk and give me shit about fucking my son. Well, go fuck yourself mother. What you need to do is take off your dress and slip, if you are wearing one. Then I can see if you put a bra on tonite when you left. Now, get them off."

"Oh, you wore your sheer black knickers tonite did you? Someone else got to see them too I'll bet.

Just as I suspected. No bra. Your teats are hanging clear down to your fucking belly button."

"Why is he sleeping with me tonite? I'll tell you why. His father is in the city fucking that hairy whore bitch he does business with. She hasn't shaved her armpits or legs for years and he thinks that is wonderful. She also loves it when he fucks her and stays all night with her."

I decided I needed to make an appearance and went out into the dining room where mommy and grandma were discussing things. Of course I still had my garter belt, stockings, and bra on, so when grandma saw me she was a bit astounded. She also saw my cock dangling down my leg and was a bit taken aback by its size. I looked at her and could immediately tell she was drunk.

"Excuse me, but I need to pee. I am standing here with my knickers on about to piss in them, so please let me sit on the chamberpot and go." 

She went into the stairway, pulled her sheer black knickers down to her knees,sat on the pot, and as I heard the usual hissing sound I could also hear her pee falling into the pot. She really did have to go as she pissed for almost two minutes. I went into where she was sitting and she suddenly grabbed my cock and pulled me to her by it.

"If your mother fucked you this evening, then I am going to do the same thing." 

"Now finish taking my knickers off so I can get off of here and get into bed with you and your mommy." With that I pulled her knickers down to her ankles and slipped them over her feet. She staggered off of the pot and headed into mommies bedroom. She still had her girdle and stockings on as well as her high heeled shoes. Mommy and I just followed her into the bedroom as she got into bed. 

"Let me see your cock. I may want to suck it for a minute or two. Mommy is going to suck on my teats while I suck your cock."

I stood by the side of the bed and let her grab my cock. She took all of it in her mouth and began sucking me off. Mommy was nursing on one of her mothers big teats. Granny had nipples that were also quite long and you could latch onto one of them with no trouble at all. Suddenly granny told me she wanted me to eat her pussy. I knew I was going to smell the pee she had just taken because she hadn't wiped her cunt when she finished. I moved down and she spread her gray haired cunt wide open. I could see her clit sticking out and what also looked like remnants of semen that she had in her cunt.

Obviously someone had fucked her before she came home. I lowered my face and took her clit into my mouth and began sucking on it. I thought she was going to go crazy. I sucked it for a couple of minutes, then moved down so I was right over her big peehole. I tried to stick my tongue in her peehole, but it was too small. I think I must have tickled her because suddenly I felt my tongue and mouth get wet. Apparently she hadn't quite finished pissing when she got off the pot. I put my mouth right on top of her peehole and began sucking on it. She wiggled and squirmed as I did so. Mommy is still sucking on her teats when grandma tells me she wants to feel my big cock in her cunt.

"If your mother can fuck you I guess your grandma can fuck you too." 

I gave mommy a big kiss and told her I wanted to suck her teats while I was fucking grandma. Mommy had nice fat teats with nipples that were also easy to latch onto when you wanted to nurse on them. I moved between grandmas legs as she spread her cunt lips wide apart. 

"Do you want me to put a rubber on before I stick my cock in you?" I asked.

"No. I want your cock in me all natural, just like it is. I want you to shove it in hard and fast." She bent her legs at the knees and I shoved my now throbbing cock into her cunt. For being a sixty four year old lady, she had a nice wet cunt and could still fuck very well.

"Oh. That's good. I need your long hard cock right up in my cervix darling. Just fuck grandma good and hard."

I was thrusting in and out while also nursing on mommies right teat. Grandma must have sensed I was about to give her a load of semen because I felt the walls of her cunt get nice and wet and she told me to just let her have it. I couldn't hold back any longer and just shot a huge load of semen into her cunt.

"Just let your cock stay in my cunt a few minutes longer dear. I really needed you to give me a good fucking and that is what you did. Now I want to suck your cock when you take it out."

Mommy told grandma she was going to have to put her sheer black knickers back on so she wouldn't get the sheets all wet. So as I pulled my cock out of grandma and she started sucking it clean, mommy got grandmas knickers and slipped them back on her legs and pulled them up to the middle of her thighs.

Grandma got my cock cleaned off and stood up on the floor. She quickly pulled her knickers up to her waist with the bottom of them covering her stocking tops. No sooner had she done that than I could see the semen dripping out of her cunt into the gusset of her knickers. We all got back into the bed and lay there savoring the moment.

"Granny really enjoyed fucking you darling, just like your mommy did. We must do it again in the morning when we have all had a good nights sleep."

With that, we all curled up with grandma holding on to my cock and me holding on to mommies cunt and went to sleep for a few hours.

Sometime during the night I must have turned onto my right side and I more or less felt grandmas teat touching my mouth. I decided I needed to nurse on her so I simply put my mouth over her very long nipple and began suckling. I must have pleased her because she put her hand over the back of my head and pulled me closer to her. I continued to suckle for several mintues and suddenly I felt her hand grabbing for my cock.I let her take hold of it and I started to get an erection."Quietly get up and pull my knickers down. I want to have your cock fucking me again and shooting a load of semen into my cunt. I don't want to wake your mommy though."

I got up on my hands and knees and got my hands on either side of her knickers and proceeded to pull them down and take them off. I then straddled her legs and she took hold of my cock and guided me to her cunt. She spread her soaking wet cunt open. Her pubic hair was soaking wet from semen leaking out of it all night and as my cock entered her cunt, I could feel how wet she actually was. My cock slid into her cunt effortlessly and I was soon up to her cervix again. She hooked her nylon clad legs around my back and kept my cock buried inside her cunt.

I could feel my climax coming and she must also have felt it because she was quickly bucking and humping like there was no tomorrow. My cock erupted inside her again and I think I flooded her cunt with my semen. She squeezed my cock very tightly with her cunt lips and held me fast inside her cunt.

"Quietly get my knickers and put them back on me and then I want to suck your cock clean." I got off the bed and found her knickers and slipped them on her legs, pulling them up to her waist. The bottom of them just covered the tops of her stockings. I knew she was going to have a very wet crotch with all the semen I had just shot into her cunt. She took my cock in her mouth and began sucking it clean.

When she finished I got back into bed without disturbing mommy and started nursing on grandmas teats again. I must have fallen asleep with it in my mouth.

I wakened with grandmas teat still in my mouth, but mommy was not in bed with us. Suddenly I knew why. I heard the sound of her piss hitting the rest of the piss in her chamberpot. Sudenly it stopped and she came back into the bedroom.

"Let go of her teat you motherfucker. I want you to eat my pussy." She got up over my face so I was looking at her black haired cunt and she simply sat down on my face. "Now lick the pee droplets off of my cunt hair and then suck my clit until you get it all engorged. I want your tongue licking my peehole too so you get all of the drops of pee that are still there." I just stuck my tongue around her peehole licking and sucking as I was told. I went back up and sucked and nibbled her clit some more until it got very big. Then I just sucked on it till I had her in the throes of an orgasm. It finally subsided and she scooted down until she was over my now erect cock. She simply impaled herself on my cock and began going up and down on it. 

"I want you to fuck me good with that cock of your. Make mommy come and then fill her cunt up with your load of semen. You are such a motherfucker. I hope your father had a good night with his hairy whore bitch in the city. I hope he pissed all over her and soaked her good. She loves being pissed on you know."

Suddenly I couldn't hold back anymore and shot a good load of semen in mommies cunt. She just sat on my cock and seemed very content to not move. I could feel my cock begin to shrivel up and it finally got soft inside her cunt. As she lifted herself off of my cock she bent down and took it in her mouth and began sucking both of our juices off of it.

Then she laid down beside me and decided to take another little nap. I decided to reach over and feel the crotch of grandmas knickers. It was beginning to dry and was getting nice and stiff from all the semen that had leaked out into it. She would be able to stand her knickers up in the corner and they would stand by themselves.

I decided I was still thirsty so I reached for her left teat and began nursing on her again. She simply murmured and pulled my head closer to her as I suckled her.

I must have gotten up about eight o'clock as I heard a car in the driveway. Mommy and grandma were still sound asleep. I got up and went upstairs to my bedroom. I heard father come in the house and thought the shit was going to hit the fan.

However, all I heard was my mommy saying to him that she needed his cock fucking her and right away. He must have wakened grandma and chased her upstairs to her bedroom. The next thing I knew was that I heard mommy hollering and squealing that she needed to have a huge cock fucking her, so I presume father was sticking his cock in her cunt and screwing the hell out of her. 

I decided to creep downstairs and see if I could see them. The bedrom door was wide open so I just stood in the doorway. Mommy was on her hands and knees. Father was behind her. He caught me by surprise as I saw he was wearing a black garter belt and very long black nylon stockings with black seams and heel. His cock was very hard and was curved upward like a scimitar. He jammed his cock into her cunt and kept it there, thrusting more and more. Mommy just screamed for him to fuck her good. "Did you fuck you hairy whore bitch good last night? Did you put a rubber on or did you try and breed her? What are you going to do if you knock her up?? You smell like piss. Did she piss all over you? Did you piss all over her too?" mommy asked.

Father replied he had put a rubber on his cock when he fucked her and that they had pissed all over each other.

Mommy just told him to keep his stiff cock in her cunt. However, all of a sudden I saw him stiffen his back and he grabbed her shoulders and thrust his cock in her cunt and kept it there. I realized he had just shot his load of semen into her cunt. Mommy was wiggling and screaming "You big motherfucker. I just love it when you fill my cunt with your cock and semen. Keep your cock there until it begins to get soft, then I'm going to suck it clean." she said. With that, father got out from behind her and went to her face and she began to suck his cock clean. When she finished he went to her dresser drawer and took out a pair of very sheer red panties and told her to get them on her sloppy, wet cunt and keep them there for the day. He got back into bed and I went back upstairs.

I went into grandmas bedroom where she was collapsed on her bed and proceeded to get in bed with her and begin nursing on her elongated nipples again. She reached down and took hold of my cock and began stroking it. It didn't take me long to get nice and hard and she told me to get on top of her and get that nice long cock in her soaking wet cunt.

I slipped it into her cunt and shoved it up to her cervix. She oohed and aahed and told me to just fuck her good and hard.I thought she needed

to have some semen for breakfast so I pulled my cock out of her cunt and moved up so it was right in front of her face. Grandma knew what I wanted and took it in her mouth and began sucking on it. It didn't take me thirty seconds to shoot my load of hot semen in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could then sort of let the rest of it just drain into her throat. I needed to pee very badly so I told her to open her mouth and I would help her wash the rest of the semen down. I gave her a couple of good squirts of piss, then got off the bed and finished pissing in grandmas chamberpot.

I told her I thought she didn't need to put her bra on today and to just let her teats hang loose and down.

I crept downstairs again and mommies bedroom door was still open. I looked in and saw father still wearing a garter belt and black stockings thrusting his long cock in and out of mommies cunt again.

"Fuck me you motherfucking cocksman. If you can spend the night in the city fucking that hairy whore bitch you run around with the next best thing you can do is at least fuck your wifes cunt too." That must have gotten to him because the next thing I knew he arched his back and thrust his cock as hard as he could in her cunt and I knew he had just shot his load of semen into her cunt.

About thirty seconds elapsed and he relaxed a little bit and said "If I want to fuck that hairy bitch I will do it. Just don't bother me with whether I fuck you or not. You seem to be pretty content having Frank come here a couple of afternoons a week and plow your cunt with his massive uncut cock. Yes. I know all about it so don't deny it. I just don't want you getting bred by him because we don't need another child so make sure he wears a rubber when he fucks you."

I just slipped away and crept back upstairs to my room. As I went by her door I saw grandma standing over her chamberpot with the pee just running down both of her legs. I thought I would take care of her later. I was tired and needed to get some sleep.