0 comments/ 319455 views/ 34 favorites My Mum My Cum By: daveslounge Hello. My name is Dan. I masturbate a lot after school, before my mum comes home from work. This is my story… Well, I knew it had to happen sooner or later (I guess), but I got caught. Sitting with just a shirt on and my hand doing what it does best. Talk about instant 'down' syndrome!! Nothing worse than stroking and having your mother walk in on you. She left the room, and I got dressed. Shit, but I felt SO humiliated. I went straight up to my room and closed the door. I just wanted to die. Then the knock on the door. I shuddered….what was I going to say? She entered, and sat down on my bed. Shit I was not at all comfortable, and I sensed she wasn't, either. "Son", she said, biting her upper lip. "There's something you need to know." My mum is a half-decent looking lady, with a still gorgeous face. Ever since dad died I sensed an extreme loneliness in her, something hard to pinpoint. "Please come down the stairs", she asked nervously. She stood up and I followed her into the computer room. I was scared, and said not a word. I sat in front of the computer, and my mum sat on the chair beside me. "Son?" It was a question. I didn't answer. I was still feeling ashamed.. "It's okay to masturbate, you know?" My cheeks must have turned as pale as a ghost, and I started to tremble. She chuckled a little… "Look at the floor, Daniel!" She asked it like it was so obvious, something I had missed. I saw nothing on the hardwood flooring. I was feeling SO uncomfortable. "Look, silly!" And she bent down and picked up a small handful of pubic hairs. Shit but I just knew I was in trouble. I deleted all my history and cookies and cache, but I didn't realize that my pubic hair was falling out. Guess it sheds. My mum sensed my fear, and found a way to make it all better. She spread the hairs around on her palm, and made two little piles. One was dark, the other light coloured. I was still feeling like a loser, and very confused as to what she was up to. "I've known for a long time, Daniel." As she picked up more hairs off the floor. "I know you jerk off to porn." I wished someone had a gun and would shoot me. My mother was picking up pubic hair from around the computer desk, and putting it in her palm. And separating it! "Son," she said, picking out the light coloured hair, and putting them on the computer desk. She showed me the darker ones. "These are yours, Daniel. I sweep them up every day. So I know you masturbate." She flung them on the floor. The pile on the computer desk stayed. "Mum?" I asked, wondering about the pile of hairs. They were so blondish or maybe gray but really fine and short. "They're mine, Daniel". Talk about a revelation….Holy shit! My mother masturbates too! The thought of her sitting where I sit, diddling her twat, sticking god knows what up her pussy! I was in total awe. Speechless. She reached over and grabbed the mouse, and shook it to get the screen up and running. Then she floored me with a question no-one has ever asked. "Show me what turns you on, Daniel." I brought up the CNN site, and she laughed. "You sure, mum?" I was thinking it would disgust her. "Come on baby…show me." She gently touched my knee. I put in my password and accessed 'My Shared Folder'. Wow, but I have a lot of disgusting stuff! Gotta love those Germans! My mum didn't seem surprised, and we spent about an hour watching girls fucking in every position, in every hole. Young ones and old ones, getting slapped around, pissed on and cummed on. I relaxed quite a bit, but never got an erection. My mum kept wanting to see more! I told her she was cool. "Hey mum?" I eventually asked. "What turns you on?" That was the turning point of my life. What was to happen next has changed both myself and my mother in so many ways. She reached over, and took control of the mouse. She started clicking deeper and deeper into a hidden folder. Then she sat back on her chair and told me to be her guest. Click: a redheared girl, with cum dripping down her nose, cock back in her mouth. Click: Bukkake style, blonde just drenched in gallons of sperm! I clicked again and again. Every picture had sperm somewhere in it. Then I clicked on the folder she had named 'Pee'. I have to confess that by this time I had an erection that I could not control. She had countless pissing pictures and videos. I guess my mother and I weren't that different. "Wow, Mum!" Was all I could manage. "I see my the bulge in your sweats that I should be saying a 'wow' as well! Show me, please son? I want to watch you do it." "I don't know if I can, Mum." But I knew I could. I had to cum more than I felt I had to breathe! "I don't want you to cum on your shirt. I need you to cum somewhere for me." She kneeled down on the floor beside me. "I need you to put it all over my face. Not in my mouth, just on my skin." "Okay, Mum." I was SO close just from the thought. I pulled off my sweats. She reached with her hand and touched my erection, sliding her fingers under my boxers. "No, Mum! Better let me do that!" Otherwise I was toast right then! "Hurry up, son," She pleaded. I replaced her hand with mine, and slowly jerked myself. "Are you sure, Mum?" But I could see she was, just by her eyes. "Why, Mum?" As I slowly built up a good load, she told me how dad used to cum on her face, and rub it in with his penis. She wanted cum on her face, 'cause it's good for the skin. Told me that since dad died, she's not had any. "Son," I looked at her. Shit but I was close! "Yeah?" Was all I could manage. "Do me a favour?" She pleaded. "Cum on my face?" She pulled my underwear down and off, I started stroking myself fast. "Quick, son. Straddle my chest and do me good." With that she quickly lay on the floor, and I did what she asked. She lay panting like a dog, awaiting the prize, as my fist was just a blur. "Here it comes, Mum! Close your eyes!!" I have never in my life seen so much cum spew out from one cock! I was like a painter! I did zig-zags all over her face, and some in her eye. I spurted out more than I thought was possible. With every strand of cum that landed on her face it made me hornier, and I kept on spurting. Gobs of white cum clung to her cheek, dripped down her nose, puddling along her closed lips. A strand fell nicely into her hair. Her left eyeball was like a tiny pool of my sperm. I finished and let the last trail drip slowly onto her nose, breathing like I had just ran the 100 metres. "Wow, mum" was all I could say. "Wow, son!" she said, her voice being muffled by the cum on her lips. She exhaled and sent it splashing back up and over her cheeks. "Paint me" she said, with eyes closed. I was again at a loss. "Rub it all into my skin with your cock." I obliged, and rubbed my cock all over her soaked face. I smeared her ear to ear, spasming like an idiot! I spread it all over her cheeks, moving it away from her eyes so she could open them. But she wouldn't take it in her mouth. I tried gliding the head over her lips, trying to part them. But no. That was to come later, I realize now. A whole lot was to come later. My mum is a fiend for anything that comes from a cock. And she had found safety and satisfaction from mine. Cool My Mum My Cum Ch. 02 Well, after the life changing events from yesterday, I went out with my friends. Bar to bar, and, once again, still a lonely boy. When I got home it was late. I went to bed, and, yes, I jerked off to the day’s events. My God, but my Mum looked so good covered in my sperm. I wish I could have taken a picture, though I’m sure I’ll always remember the way she looked. Fully clothed and facialed is one of my favourite things to masturbate to on the porn sites. And it was my Mum! With my cum on her face! So along comes Saturday morning (which I slept through). Up at just past noon, and I make my way down to the kitchen. My Mum always has breakfast ready for me at lunchtime on Saturday’s and Sunday’s! I think she likes the weekend sit-downs at the table because we get to talk. I was just a bit nervous about today’s conversation, and I’m sure it was the alcohol still in my blood that gave me the courage to even sit down with her at the kitchen table. After the usual “’morning” and the likes, she poured me a cup of coffee. She was very quiet…almost cold. She opened the fridge, grabbed three eggs, and looked at me. She looked incredibly worried. She squinted at me. “It’s okay, Mum,” I said, slurping my coffee. “You wanna talk about it?” Thank God for residual alcohol! “I do, Daniel,” as she cracked open the eggs. “ I’m not ashamed, and I’m worried that you’re ashamed.” Though it wasn’t a question, I answered. I told her that I wasn’t ashamed of her, or of me. I even blurted out that I enjoyed it. ”It was your father. He made be believe that it was a good thing. For the skin. Wrinkles and aging. He even said it was good for other things.” “Such as?” I asked, as she stirred the eggs in the pan, and grated cheese on top. “Internal…such as making a person healthier.” If it wasn’t for the lingering state of me being semi- being drunk, I would never had the nerve to ask what I did… “Hey Mum?” “Yes, Daniel?” “Howcome yesterday I couldn’t put it in your mouth?” The scrambled eggs were almost ready. I sat patiently as she pulled out a plate and scooped them out from the pan. She salted the plate then brought it to me, and sat down at the table. “Your father was a good man, for the most part. He raised a good kid.” She seemed to be struggling for words, biting her lip. “But in bed he could be an asshole.” “Tell me, Mum.” “He used to put his penis in my mouth, but he liked to go too far. He would force his whole thing inside my mouth, choking me. He would sometimes use my mouth as if it was a vagina.” I was listening and eating at the same time. My Mum makes the best scrambled eggs. “Countless times we’d have dinner, then he would do ‘that’, and it would make me sick.” “Yuck,” said I with my mouth full. “Daniel?” “Yes, Mum?” I swallowed the last of my eggs. “He would make me vomit. I can’t do ‘deepthroat’ like they do on those sites or in the movies. Even if I vomited on his penis he would still continue. Your father liked it dirty. I could be puking up all my dinner on him and he wouldn’t stop sliding it in and out of my throat.” “Wow, Mum,” was all I could say. I remembered Dad to be so very prudish, always wore a tie, hardly ever laughed. “So Daniel?” “Yes Mum?” “Though I wanted you in my mouth yesterday, I couldn’t do it. Just the thought makes me gag now. That you can blame on your father. I think I’d vomit even if you were gentle with me.” “It’s okay!” said I, “I had fun!” We laughed a bit, though I’m sure most of it was contrived. “Daniel?” She asked. “Yeah, Mum?” I answered. “Have you masturbated today?” I picked up my plate, opened the dishwasher, and stuck it in. I sat back down at the table. “No, Mum…just last night.” My mother got up, opened the fridge door, and took out three eggs. “Son?” She broke the eggs in the pan, and started stirring. “Yeah, Mum?” “Got any left?” I was slightly confused. “Any what, Mum?” “ I can turn down the burner, let you build it up.” “Please do.” I said, without a clue. A puzzled look was on my face. “Son?” she said. Her face was so pretty, but not as pretty as it had been yesterday. “I need you.” She put her arm on the table and put her head in it. I was talking to hair! “For what, Mum?” I put my hand on her head and rubbed it. “I need internal. I need you to be in me.” “Okay!” said I, always willing to do anything for my Mum. “But Daniel…?” “Yes, Mum?” “No ‘direct deposit’, at least not now. I don’t want you to ejaculate in my mouth. But I still need you.” “Ok.” Said I. “Can you cum for me?” WOW! Nothing like that question! “Sure!” My mother slid her chair back, and went and pulled the pan off the stove. “Put it in here’” she said. The eggs were still bubbling as she put the pan on the table. “Mum?” I asked, the pan on the table. “Yeah?” “Show me your breasts?” She leaned over the table, and opened her nightgown. Her breasts were saggy, but I’d never seen breasts in real life before. Her nipples were pointing at me. “Okay, Mum,” as I pulled down my pants. I stood up from the chair and positioned my cock over the frying pan on the table. I jerked off. I watched my Mum fondle her tits as I came. She looked in awe as I spewed ropes and strands of cum into the pan. My sperm once again was more than I could ever imagine. It splattered across the eggs in amazing milky white strands. Spurt after spurt, as my Mum kept watching. “You spent?” She asked, still holding her tits. I let out a sigh of relief. “Time for breakfast, then!” She stirred and salted the cum-soaked eggs and scooped them onto her plate. I’ve never seen my Mum eat so fast! I sat and watched her eat it all, while I drank my coffee. She didn’t take the time to speak; she just ate until the plate was clean. “Son?” She asked, swallowing the last fork-full. “That was good!” As she put her plate in the dishwasher, she brought back a cup with her. She placed it in front of me. “If you have to cum again, please put it in here.” She told me. “Why, Mum?” I asked. “I have to go out. When I come home I want you to pour it on my face.” Cool My Mum My Cum Ch. 03 And so, that day, I did cum. Not once but twice. I felt silly ejaculating into a cup, but it was what my Mother wanted. She finally came home, and asked how my day went. It was fine, I assured her. As I helped her carry in some bags she asked me if I had masturbated. I said I had. She asked if I had saved it for her. I told her that I did. "Thanks, Daniel!" She smiled a wicked smile. After unpacking the groceries and putting them away I asked a question. "Hey Mum?" "Yeah?" "You've seen me, but I've never seen you." "I've showed you my breasts." We both sat down on the couch, my Mum sitting against me. "I want to see more, Mum." "Son, I know your password, and I know what turns you on. I just don't want to go too fast. Do me a favour and go into that bag." She pointed to a Sears bag. I did as told, and pulled out a plaid mini-skirt. "Wow! You going to wear that for me?" I LOVE girls in plaid skirts! The shorter the better! Guess my Mum knew that from the pictures I'd saved on the computer. Nothing like a schoolgirl in a skirt, bending over and showing white panties. "How many times did you cum today?" My mother asked. "Two times." "Save it?" She drooped the skirt over her knee, and ran her hand over the creases. She was SO turning me on! "Yes Mum, I saved it. As you asked." "Spill any?" She teased. She held out the mini-skirt to look at it. Shit it was short! "Okay, son. Go and get it while I change." I ran up the stairs to my room and got the cup. It had dried out quite a bit, but it was still liquid. I brought it down. I sat on the couch, and placed the cup of sperm on the coffee table. Then she entered. My Mother. All of my sexual fantasies in one. Plaid skirt, bare legs and sneakers, and a white top with no bra. I have never considered my Mum to be a sex object until she walked toward me. Instant erection. She was every fantasy I've ever had! "I just want to turn you on, Daniel. I want to do anything at all that pleases you." "You do turn me on, Mum. Wow you look hot!" She swayed back and forth to some music in her head, gyrating her body sensually. "Dance for me, Mum!" And she did. She ran her hands up her thighs, exposing more of her legs. She turned around and slowly lifted the skirt up. Her ass looked perfect wrapped in the white cotton of her panties. Shit but I couldn't wait to get my hands on her! She stopped dancing and slowly sat on the other side of the couch and spread her legs. I could see her underwear clinging to her crotch. There was a darker damp spot. "Did you bring the cup?" "It's on the table," I said, horny as fucking hell. "I want to make you cum, son. I want you to cum in my mouth. But I don't want you to stick your penis in me." She opened her legs, and pulled her white panties to the side and showed me her pussy. I took off my pants and started to tug at the hardon my Mum had given me. "Am I turning you on?" She stuck two fingers inside her pussy and pulled them out. She reached over with her wet hand and smeared her juice onto my penis. "I love your cock," she sighed. "I want everything that comes from it." Her wet fingers gently slid up and down my shaft. Small, dainty fingers stroking me. Her eyes seemed fascinated with how big she had made it. "I want to be your slut, Daniel. I want to taste you every time you cum." She was getting very worked up, almost out of control. Then again so was I! "I want you to whiten my coffee in the morning, I want to spread you on my sandwich at lunch, I want you to cum in my coke at night." Shit, she was close to orgasm just talking about it! Her face was sweaty and her hips were spasming. What a gorgeous sight to see! She fingered her cunt and reached over and grabbed blindly at the cup on the table, and handed it to me. "Pour it on my face!" She almost screamed out the order. I took the cup of sperm and said, "Mum, it's too thick and dried up!" "Spit in it, for fuck sakes! Swirl it around and then pour it on my fucking face already!" So I spat and I swirled, and spat and swirled. Finally it was all back to a liquid state. My Mum was in a frenzy. One hand was almost all the way inside her pussy and the other was flicking at her clitoris. "My face, Daniel," She hollered. "Do it now!!" So I did. Her eyes were closed but her face was pointed up. I began by letting it drip over her nose. She was moving so much that it dripped onto her closed eyes and some even went in her outstretched mouth. She was coated in wetness. Her eyeballs were covered in a puddle of my spit and my sperm. She grabbed the cup from my hand and stuck it in her mouth, licking the insides like a cat. Then the room went quiet. Her body convulsed and her breathing stopped. A look of wide mouthed pain was on her soaking dripping face. My Mother was having an orgasm! Her body relaxed for a moment, then convulsed again. And again. She whined like a little girl, and was having a hard time catching her breath. Then it subsided. She lay back on the couch breathing deeply. Her hair was matted to her face…stuck by sweat, sperm, and spit. Her schoolgirl top clung with sweat and her pointed nipples showed through the thin fabric. She lay back spread-eagled in an effort to cool herself off. The left side of her panties went nicely into the crack of her vagina. What a sight! "Pass me my smokes, son," She asked, closing her legs and pulling the clinging hair away from her eyes. She sat upright on the couch and lit herself one. She looked like such a slut, and the funny thing is that she knew it. She knew her eyeliner was smudged all the way down to her chin. She knew her lipstick was smeared halfway across her cheek. "How do I look, Daniel?" She asked. "Sexy, Mum," I said. She looked down at my cock…it was semi-erect. She took it again in her hands and held it. "Guess I came and you didn't, huh?" She smiled. My cock grew in her teasing fingers. She looked perturbed. "What's wrong, Mum?" I asked. "I want to suck it, Son, but I can't. Just want you to know that I want too." "It's okay, Mum." But shit it was in need of a good sucking! "You need to cum, huh?" She asked, playfully running her fingernails over my balls. We looked right in each other's eyes as she went under my balls with her fingers. "Lie back a bit, Daniel," She said. I have never in my life had another person touch my asshole, but she was getting close! I felt her nails on the part between my balls and anus, and was in heaven. She teased me…closer, and then back to the balls. Closer again. Then she just stopped. "Son?" She asked. "Yeah, Mum?" "I don't have a problem licking you there." "Where, Mum?" I asked. Her hand once again went under my balls, and this time her finger gently circled around my anus. "Do you want me too?" She asks such silly questions sometimes! "Okay," I said. "Wanna jerk off while I lick you there?" "Okay." "Promise to let me know when you're gonna cum?" Then I think I lost control. I lifted up my ass and stuck it in her face. She licked like her life depended on it. I think her tongue may have even gotten inside a bit. I swung around so I was sitting on her face and looking at her schoolgirl body. My hand was doing ninety and I reached down and touched my Mothers pussy. Sopping wet! "On your face, Mum?" I asked as she slurped on my anus. No answer, just gurgling noises. Her hand went between her legs and she started playing with herself. "I'm gonna!" I screamed, and pulled back so my cock was just above my Mothers forehead. I rubbed the cheeks of my ass one more time over her face then blew my load. Spurt 1: left eye to mouth. Spurt 2; along the bridge of her nose, splashing on her lips. Spurt 3; another straight shot, got her shirt Spurt 4; aimed it in her closed eye. I like the 'puddle' effect! Spurt 5; mostly in her mouth, though lots on her chin. Leftovers; dripped into her mouth. Then I 'painted' her again with my cock, and spread it all into her skin. Her eyeliner clung to my knob! We sat up, and my Mum lit up a smoke. She looked wicked with a sperm-drenched face! "Daniel?" She asked, "Wanna drink?" "Sure Mum!" She got up and poured a rum and coke for herself, and brought me a glass of water. "Hey! Howcome just water?" I felt like a drink. She smiled as she told me that she wants to fill up my bladder. "Look at my face, Daniel." And she was a mess! It was ugly if you didn't know the circumstances. "Go wash up, Mum!" I suggested. "No Son. Your dad may be not with us, but there's one thing that he taught me." "What's that Mum?" I pulled up my pants. Wow…what a good night! "Tap water is full of chemicals." "Use soap!" I suggested. "Drink your water!" She turned on the TV, and we sat and watched for a bit. She brought me lots of water. My Mum, My Cum Ch. 04 She brought me more water, and smiled. She had a rum and coke. “Daniel?” She asked, holding the glass at my chin. “Please spit in it.” I did. “Mum?” “Yes, sweetheart?” “Your face is a mess.” She drank her drink. She sat back and again opened her legs to show me her panties. “Son?” She asked. “I don’t think I can ever kiss you.” “That’s okay, I guess.” That was all I could say. Kissing was farthest from my mind. “Why, Mum?” I interjected. “Your father. I used to vomit on his cock when it was in my mouth. Then he would kiss me.” “Gross!” Said I. “Then he would kiss me and swirl my puke inside my mouth. He liked it, I didn’t. Made me want to vomit again. I puked in his mouth a few times. I think he liked it.” “Wow he was gross!” My Mum scratched at her cheek, and looked at her nail. Dried up sperm. She put it to her mouth and sucked on it. “Want another drink, babe?” She asked. “No! HA! I gotta piss like a racehorse!” “That’s my plan, son!” “What is your ‘plan’, Mum?” She lay back, and wiggled her head between my thighs. She was lying back, looking at me right in the eye. “Daniel?” She asked, her head in my lap, body strewn along the couch. “Yes Mum?” “Do me a favour?” I looked down at her face. It was smudged and smeared. “Spit on me?” “Pardon?” Was all I could manage. “Make me wet again.” She requested. I spat on her face. Dripped slowly from my mouth. My saliva fastened itself along the bridge of her nose. She was a mess! “Son?” She asked. “Yeah?” I answered. “You have phlegm?” The question hung in the air like a stench. Even I was getting turned off. “Why Mum?” I asked, a puzzled look on my face. She sat upright, all of a sudden full of energy. Like an excited schoolgirl in her plaid skirt, she sat crossed legged on the couch. “I want you to mess up my face as much as you can, then I want you to clean it off. Your dad used to make me a mess, and he liked it. I want you to make me your mess. I want to do this for you. Then you can clean me.” “How, Mum?” I asked, already knowing the answer. She took my hand, softly scratching at my palm. Her other hand went on my thigh. She slowly slid up to my stomach, and I swear I could have pissed myself right then! “Mmm…hard. Guess you’re full, huh?” She said, giggling. I liked the way her cleavage opened and closed as she laughed. “Mum, I like really gotta go!” I pronounced the words slowly, in a whisper. It was all I could do to hold it back. “Then come, Daniel!” She was up in a flash, dragging me by the hand. She led the way upstairs. I watched her skirt sway back and forth as she climbed each step. Then we were there! The bathroom! I quickly pulled my sweats down over my hips and headed toward the toilet. But my Mother had a different plan… “One more minute, Son,” She said as she climbed into the tub and laid back. “Just let me get comfy!” “Mum??” She looked like she could have a nap, or a bath if she wasn’t dressed. “Come on in, and stand up by the taps, Son. Take off those sweats, and your underwear.” “You sure, Mum?” I asked, doing as I was told. She did a longing sigh that said she was getting impatient. I stepped into the tub, and leaned back, my ass on the taps. “I don’t know if I can do this, Mum.” But fuck I had to piss! “Start low,” She suggested. “Wet my shirt. Then work your way up to my face. I’ll close my eyes so you can get started.” A trickle came out. Splashed on my feet. Then it stopped. Another trickle, dribbled down my leg. I watched as my Mum slid her hands down her panties and spread her legs. I could see the outline of her hand ‘neath the crotch of her panties. “Pee on me,” She pleaded, eyes closed. “I can’t wait.” It was like something inside me opened up. All my inhibitions were gone. Due to the fact that I just had to fuckin pee!! Slowly it came. Arced onto her leg, dripping back to the drain at my feet. I pulled my foreskin back and wet her panties under her skirt. I was pissing straight as can be. I pulled up and did her shirt. Watching as her nipples shown through the fabric. Wow! What a wet t-shirt party! “Face, Daniel! Face!!” Her head came forward, trying to catch some of the piss. “You sure, Mum?” I asked, pissing on her tits. “Wash me, baby!” She hollered. I zig-zagged up to her chin. To my amazement she opened her mouth! Wow! She swallowed some! I did her face, washing off the cum and makeup. Back and forward I went. I did a good job! She opened her mouth again, and I filled it. She gulped it down. She opened again, to show me it all gone. I filled it. It bubbled around her lips. She swallowed it all again. Then she did an amazing thing! I was just about finished and she took me in her mouth. I’m talking right in her mouth, nose to pubic bone! I’m sure the final drips went right down her throat. No taste buds involved! She held me there, hugging my ass, holding me in her mouth. Her finger went on my asshole and I grew again. I grew, but her mouth never moved. I swear I was getting hard in her throat! “Mum??” I asked. “You’re gonna make me come this way!” “Spit on my face, Daniel,” she managed. I did. My Mum, My Cum Ch. 05 She held me in her mouth, her nose inhaling my pubic hair. As she breathed in and out, I saw my pubes sway with her breath. I was hard as hell, and right down her throat! “Wow, Mum,” I managed….”That’s unreal!” I slowly started moving in and out. I really had to cum! I held her piss-wet hair and used her mouth like a blow-up toy, pushing her face in, letting it out. Because she could only breath through her nose, snot dripped along her upper lip, and gathered on the shaft of my penis. Slowly I slid in and out of the vacuum that was her lips. My pubic hair was covered in her snot, as each forward thrust gathered more from her nose. Her locked lips pushed the snot like a broom, shovelling it up to the top of my penis. When I was right down her throat, I decided to take things a step farther. “Hey, Mum?” I asked, as her nose was in my snot-covered pubes. “Can I fuck you?” She slowly withdrew her mouth along the length of my cock, and it fell out with a ‘plop’ sound. “Mmmm…” she said, as she rubbed her pussy on my leg. “I think I would like that.” Shit but she reeked! Pissed on, cummed on, and spat on. I took my cock and put it back in her mouth. “I wanna fuck you, Mum.” I said. She grunted an ok sound, while flicking my penis with her tongue. “Wanna go to bed?” I asked, as the bathtub taps scratched my back. She kneeled up in the tub, and pushed the wet hair from her eyes. “Okay, Daniel. But do you have any condoms?” “I do, Mum.” We stepped out of the tub, me naked with cock hard. Her in piss wet schoolgirl dress. I followed her into my bedroom, where she lay down and peeled off her skirt. She pulled her wet shirt over her head. There she was…in just panties, skin glistening in the light. “Wanna take them off for me?” I lifted her legs high, and peeled them down and over her feet. She was naked. On my bed! She reached over with her nails and scratched at my balls. Her fingers went back, and touched my asshole. “I want you to cum inside me.” Then she laughed…”where’s the condom?” I went to the drawer and pulled out the pack. “Open one for me,” she asked. I did, and gave it to her. “Watch this,” she said, as she put the rubber in her mouth. She positioned her head over my cock, her hand guiding it up and into her mouth. Within a second the raincoat was on! “Wow!” was all I could offer. “Fuck me, Daniel,” she begged, lying back on the bed, legs spread wide. Her hands went to her pussy, and opened it up for me. I put my cock inside my Mother and began pumping in and out. The few times I fell out she put me back in. Her cunt was sopping wet! “Mum?” I panted. “Yes, Son?” “I can’t hold back anymore!” “Then cum, baby! Cum inside me! Fill that condom!” I did a few more push-ups, and then came a torrent of sperm into the condom. I even grabbed a mouthful of her hair in my mouth, and tasted my own piss. I quickly kissed her on the lips as I finished. “You spent?” She asked, squeezing me with her groin muscles. “Yeah, Mum. I’m finished!” I pulled out, and lay back on the bed, exhausted. Then she asked a strange question. “You have any gum? I need something to chew on.” “Oh, Mum! I need to rest!” I thought she wanted to blow me again, but I was wrong! “Mmm…lookee here,” She giggled as she softly lifted my penis from its flaccid state on my belly. “You filled it all up for me!” With that she bent down, lifted her leg over my head, and her ass was at my face. I spread apart her cheeks and looked at her anus. Wow, it was so pretty! Slightly darker than the rest of her skin, but it folded inwards in a way that reminded me of what a black hole does to the universe. I touched it gently with my finger. “Mmm,” She purred, as I felt her fingers lifting off the condom, “I don’t want to let any loose!” When the condom was just about off, she took me again in her mouth, and pulled the rest off with her teeth. I felt her sucking on my limp cock as I stared at her anus. Then she swung around, girlish and childlike again. She crossed her naked legs and sat to the right of me. Her breasts bounced up and down, even when she had stopped moving! “What you up to, now, Mum?” I asked. “Yummy!” She said through a mouthful of condom. “I almost got it all.” So we sat on the bed, naked together, and I watched as my Mum chewed on a rubber that was filled with my sperm. “That was good!” She told me, as she pulled it out of her mouth. “But next time get the ones without spermacide.” I guess the look on my face was asking why. “I don’t like the taste!” We laughed a bit, and then fell asleep together. I have never spent a whole night with someone, so it was different, to say the least! But I kept waking up, and touching her nakedness. I had what seemed to be a constant erection. I put my hand between her legs, my thumb resting gently on her asshole, and tried sleep again. I couldn’t do it. Sleeping beside her was proving to be impossible. She was naked, and I couldn’t justify simply sleeping beside a naked female, even if it was my Mother! I crept out of bed, and went downstairs to the couch. I grabbed a blanket and snuggled myself. Warm and cosy. I felt sleep slowly taking me. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??” I awoke, groggy, trying to focus my eyes. It was my Mum, standing on the stairs, naked as the day God made her. “Sleeping, Mum,” I said, as she motioned before me. She stepped into the living room, not looking attractive, even being naked. “You go back to sleep, Son,” She told me, as I watched her go into the kitchen. Her ass bounced up and down as she walked. “I’m just gonna give you something.” She came back, in all her naked glory, but with a hand behind her back. She sat down at my legs. I moved them to the back of the couch so her ass could fit. “You know, you really are your Fathers son.” “I’m tired, Mum.” And I was. Also a little scared. “Why did you leave me?” She asked. Spit flew from her mouth and gathered like foam on her chin. “I just went to the couch, Mum!” “You FUCKIN left me on the bed. That’s what you did. Just like your precious father did when he’d have a whore over. He’d leave me alone so’s he can go about his fucking.” “Mum, you okay??” I asked, pulling the blanket to my chin. I shivered. “I tried, baby. I tried to be everything he wanted me to be. I was his slut, but he wanted more.” Tears welled in her eyes. “I think that you’re cool, Mum!” It was at this point that it became surreal, almost like a dream. She lay back, and spread her cunt…got me transfixed. Then she reached behind her back with her other hand and showed me what she was hiding. It was a large chopping knife from the kitchen. “I’m gonna slice you.” “Mum,” I pleaded, “I’m not Dad.” “Don’t give a fuck who you are.” Her fingers left her cunt, and she used both hands to slice at the air with the knife. Tears were in her eyes as she waived it back and forth, getting closer to my face. “Mum! Get control of yourself!” But she was in her own world. I grabbed at her hands; she struggled like an insane woman. “Fuck you! Fuck you!” She chanted, yelling the words. She got my nose with the knife. Blood squirted in my eye. I stood up, my face bleeding. I wiped the blood on my hand and looked at it. “Look what you’ve done, Mum! Look!” “Fuck you, you piece of shit!” She stood up and attacked me again. “I’m gonna fuckin kill you.” I ran up the stairs to my room. As I locked my door I heard her slip on the steps and fall. Then it was quiet. As I dressed, I wondered if she was okay. I sat on my bed, listening to the eerie silence. I jumped when the gentle knock came on my door. “Daniel? Are you in there?” It was her soft, loving voice. But this time it made me break out in a cold sweat. She knocked again. “I just want your cum, Son. It’s all I ever wanted.” She began to sob. I heard the knife scratch at the door. “Let me in, Daniel…please.” I sat, shaking, listening to the hypnotic scraping as the blade scraped at the door. I reached for the phone, and dialled 911. When the police came, she was still sitting outside my bedroom. She was curled up in a ball, naked and sobbing. The two officers drew their guns when they saw the knife. They eventually handcuffed and wrapped her in a blanket, and escorted her down the stairs. I opened my bedroom door and watched as she was being taken away. She looked back, only for a second, and spat in my direction. “Your cum tastes like shit, anyhow.” “Let’s go,” said one of the cops. I visit her every now and then for the occasional blowjob. She likes to put her head back in the toilet and let me pee on her face. She doesn’t have to cook or clean, and seems much happier nowadays. But the white walls of her room do seem rather drab.