24 comments/ 323838 views/ 98 favorites My Mum, My Slut By: DontJudgeMe People keep asking me to add a degree of incest to my main story, His Beautiful Neighbour. I might have caved to the pressure but my biggest fan, editor-in-chief and fiancée put her foot down. So here's a little story that I hope will please the audience and keep the peace in the little home. My mother the slut Okay, so I'm a bad son, admitted. But on the other hand, she wasn't the best of mothers either. This was the third time in the last two weeks that I'd been waked by... sounds, coming from my mother's bedchamber. And this night, like the two others – and so many others before that, to be totally honest – I snuck up to get a peak. Her door didn't shut which served me quite well. Lots of doors didn't shut in our house, it's kind of old, so standing out in the hallway I had a clear view of the action in the bedroom. Like usual, I'd never seen the guy before – it seemed to be a new-comer every time. I think she picked them up in local bars, but I couldn't say for sure. What I could say was that I envied them. She seemed to be a great lay. Moaning, cumming, denying nothing to her lovers, it wasn't a wonder she became popular. One night, I saw her take a load in the face, kneeling in front of this fat, ugly guy – porno-style. Why would she even take him home? And why would she debase herself like that for him? Slut... There was something different this night though. Usually she moaned like a cheap whore about to get paid but tonight she was lying quite still, on her back with a guy pounding away between her spread thighs. The guy didn't seem to care though, in fact, he may have liked her being immovable like that. Not soon after I arrived, dick in hand and sperm-cup ready (yes, I had a sperm-cup, I had grown tired of cleaning the carpet outside her door night after night) he grunted in that loud way that let you know he's done. And I'd just gotten ready... Before he left (they usually leave when they're done, although I had met a guy in the kitchen on the odd morning...) he checked that she was okay – he seemed to have gotten a little nervous as well. I guess he figured she'd just had a drink too many, took on his clothes (leaving me time to get out of the way) and left. What could I do? I was still horny – Mr. Speed of Lightning hadn't given me any time at all – so I went into her room. To check on her, of course, you understand? I was nervous, and it was purely a coincident that I still had my dick out. No, scratch that: I had forgotten all about having my dick out in my worry for my mother. She was breathing steadily, even drooling a bit, but one can never be too careful. I placed my hand over her heart – to check her pulse, of course – but somehow I must have missed. Suddenly I was standing with my mother's hard nipple between my fingers, softly caressing it. She had big boobs, more than my hand could cover, though I tried. It felt so soft, so good... and before long, I was kneading her bare tits like I'd never let go. My cock was hard as iron, and dripping pre-cum and her soft flesh felt so good when I started rubbing my cock across her breasts, taking extra care on her nipples. I liked those; dark-brown and very hard. Suddenly her naked cunt caught my eye. Naked in more ways than one, there was not a single hair on it. "Only sluts shave like that!" I told her and let my hand glide down between her legs. She was warm, wet, inviting, everything a bitch in heat like her should be. Gingerly, afraid to wake her (though the speedy guy hadn't managed), I probed her with a pair of fingers. She was just as I had imagined her. Warm, giving, yet tight – perhaps the guy hadn't managed to widen her? Heh, perhaps she couldn't really feel him and she'd fallen asleep from boredom? I liked that thought; it made me feel superior to the stranger who'd just done my mother. Hell, I figured, if that guy had gotten a piece of this, why shouldn't I? Taking my wet fingers out, I spread her pussyjuices on my cock – it felt so naughty! Looking around, feeling like a kid with a stolen cookie-jar, I crawled up between her spread legs. Unlike the guy I didn't have a condom, but I was her son, I didn't need a condom, did it? Nah... She was everything I knew she'd be. I realised this when I pressed my hard cock into her soft, tight opening. "Shit, you're a fine piece of meat, Mum" I told her loudly and started rocking back and forth, deep inside her. And she was. God, this was so much better than my hand. "Shit, Mum, you're taking your own son's virginity! Does that make you a slut or what!" I moaned into her face as I fucked her. For some reason, talking to her felt good, very good! "So this is what you've been giving strangers, huh?" I continued, "but not your own son, oh no, he has to take it himself!" My own words were actually pissing me off a little – if she were so desperate, why hadn't she just come to me? "Guess that just means I'm more of a man," I deducted, feeling good about myself as I proved my manhood by raping my unconscious mother, "hadn't thought of that, had you? I'm the new man in the house, and I deserve some respect! Oh SHIT!" the last came out in a long moan as I emptied my balls deep inside my mother, my orgasm taking me completely by surprise. It was a good one though, better than the ones I normally got by lurking outside her door. And here's where I made the mistake that turned out so fortunately. Unlike her chosen guy of the night, I did not get up and out... I fell asleep, right then and there, a top of my mother's naked body – and inside her! I awoke by something moving beneath me. Yes, of course it was her, what else? She wasn't completely conscious yet but had started moving around, as if wakening. Her soft thighs rubbed my cock between them and laying there, a top of a naked, forbidden woman, I quickly got hard. Within seconds I was inside her soft cunt again, and this time she did respond. "Mhm!" she moaned, still half asleep. "Yeah, you like that?" I demanded, feeling her pussy get moist around my dick as it quickened its pace, running in and out of her delicious snatch. "What, Andrew?" she asked, clearly confused when she saw it was me, "mhm... what's going on?" Then the penny dropped, her naked, getting fucked, me fucking her. "What the hell are you doing!?" she shouted at me, but I ignored her and kept my pace, hoping that her hornyness would overcome her prudeness. It always did in the stories I'd read! And from what I had seen, it usually happened to her when she was out on the town as well... "GET OFF ME!" she screamed at me and tried to throw me off. Except that she wasn't that strong and had no leverage. Me? I had my weight and my all-consuming desire to continue what I was doing. "Shut up!" I told her in a harsh voice. It wasn't talking to my mother anymore, I was talking to an annoying woman who tried to keep me from the best feeling I'd ever felt. I gathered her hands in mine and pinned them to the bed over her head, effectively keeping her in place. Then I continued my pleasant journey in and out of her now very wet cunt. "You want it too, don't you, bitch?" I asked her, feeling hopeful as a small, content sigh escaped her lips, "didn't get enough last night, so now your son has to make it up to you?" "Huh..." she moaned, seemingly getting aroused by the turn of events and the fact that she was helpless to stop them. I hammered into her, hard, lost in my feeling of power and control... and slowly, undetectably at first, she began to fuck me back – guess the instincts of a slut can't be suppressed. "Oh yeah, you little slut!" I happily exclaimed as she really started to live into it, squeezing my cock with her well-trained cunt-muscles and moaning loudly like she did with all the other guys she fucked. "Uh! Uh! Yes! Yes!" she cried out, her eyes closed. Maybe she was trying to forget the fact that she was enjoying being fucked by her own offspring? "Yeah, mum," I groaned, "take your son's cock, you dirty whore! You want it, don't you? Tell me you want it!" "Yes... Yes, I want it! Fuck, yes!" she screamed as she opened her eyes again, staring at me, "Fuck mommy, fuck mommy!" It seemed she was caving in completely, getting as much dirty, guilty pleasure out of the situation as she could. Responding I increased my already fast pace, trying to please her – what son doesn't want to please his mother, I ask? "God, yes! Oh, oh, more, more!" she encouraged me, like the horny bitch I knew she was, "so dirty, so wrong... so GOOD!" Without stopping, without slowing I bent down and pressed my mouth hard against hers in a kiss Oedipus couldn't have done better. My mother opened her mouth, and I pressed my tongue inside her in a French kiss. Her tongue eagerly met mine and they played around in their erotic dance. Shit, I'm kissing mum! I thought in disbelieve. Somehow that seemed far dirtier than fucking her – then again, considering how often I had jacked off to her being fucked by random strangers, perhaps that isn't so weird after all. "Mhm..." her moans into my mouth grew louder and more intense, and from my experiences from outside her bedroom door, I suspected she wasn't far from cumming. Good! I didn't know how much longer I could hold back myself, and I wanted her to cum first. I wanted this to be a good for her – I didn't plan for this to be a one-time performance! "You're gonna cum, aren't you?" I demanded as I pulled off her eager mouth. "Yes, oh yes! Fuck your mum, make her cum!" she responded honestly, causing my own budding orgasm to come closer. "Ugh!" I groaned loudly as she began thrashing around under me, and I cried my pleasure out: "I'm cumming! Take my cum, you filthy slut, take it all!" My vision darkened for a second as I shot my seed deep into my own mother, and I collapsed a top of her, totally spent – until I noticed the alarm-clock next to her bed. "Shit, I gotta get to work!" I shouted as I jumped off her and hurriedly made my preparations for another day at the video-store in the mall. --- So tell me, how would you manage to work, knowing that you'd just fucked your mother and left the house without even a chance to, well talk to her about it? I walked around in more or less a daze for most of the day, wondering what was going to happen when I got home. The drive home was one of the longest I can remember. Would she be mad? Would she throw me out, maybe even report me for rape? Would all my stuff be out on the sidewalk? Or – and I really enjoyed this thought – would she be waiting for me in her bed, naked and ready for another round? It turned out to be neither, actually. I locked myself into our house, entered the kitchen... and froze. She was standing in the kitchen, almost as if she were waiting for me, very dressed up. I'd never seen her wearing anything so slutty (and I'd seen her come home from her nights out on the town quite a few times). Her bottle-blonde hair was made up in a wild style that probably was supposed to look accidental but most likely had taken the better part of an hour to perfect. Not even in porn I'd seen anyone painted as trashy as her – her eyes were almost black, her long lashes very defined, and her lips were bright red. The main event however was her top. It was a flimsy, pink one, so tight I half-expected her tits to burst through it any minute. If the idea was to hide the big bombs beneath it, it failed utterly. If the meaning was to get everyone to stare at the deep cleavage created by the pink bra then it certainly succeeded. Her skirt was white, ridiculously short and very tight, and her white fishnet stockings and white heels made her look like a cheap whore. Well, not only that: A cheap Barbie-whore. When she saw me, her lips curled in disdain and she just said: "I'm going out," before she tried to push through me and out. But have you ever had that feeling where everything seems to slow down and suddenly everything becomes clear, the little details join together to form a bigger picture? There was cigarette-butts in the ashtray – she'd been standing there for some time – waiting? There was mouthwash next to the ashtray – she knew I hate the smell of her when she's been smoking. She stopped waiting the moment I came in – she was waiting for me? She was dressed like a white-trash whore, making anyone who saw her think of one thing and one thing only: sex. She knew I'd see her. My dear Dr. Watson, the only solution that made sense (especially to my sex-craving brain) was that she'd been waiting for me – to continue what we'd left off this morning – but she couldn't admit that she wanted to fuck her own son. So she'd tempt me to make the first move. As she tried to get by me, I grabbed her, pushed her up against the wall and pressed my mouth against hers in a demanding kiss. "No, Andrew!" she tried to get free – rather weakly – and refused to open her mouth for my invading tongue. So she was gonna play hard to get, eh? Pretending to be angry I dragged her into the living-room while she continued to fight for her virtue – hard to do convincingly when dressed like a sex-maniac – and threw her down on the couch, and quickly followed, my hands all over her sexy body, groping, pinching, stroking. "You want this, you cheap bitch!" I shouted at her, continuing the roleplay she evidently saw as necessary. Her arms flailed around but like last night, I caught them and pinned them to the couch. My other hand quickly ventured up under her short skirt and found her soppingly wet cunt. As soon as I touched her wet snatch, she began moaning loudly, undermining her earlier attempts to resist completely. "Oh, I know what the problem is!" I suddenly smiled and found my wallet, taking out a pair of twenties, "I haven't paid you yet, and you're worried I'll cheat you of your hard earned money!" With a rock-solid cock I crammed the two twenties down her bra, in effect treating her like the whore she was looking like. "There! All good!" I cheered," now let's see what I've bought..." I exclaimed, once again bringing my mouth down to hers and this time meeting nothing but eager acceptance. Seems the whore just needed to be put into her place... Her mouth tasted of sweet mouthwash, and her tongue was eager to meet mine, caressing me all it could. As I once again found my way up under her skirt, she tried to spread her legs – not that it was needed but a nice gesture nonetheless. "Oooh," she moaned into my mouth, proving that she really was a cheap whore in heat when my fingers slid into her wet hole. "So tell me," I said as I pulled off her mouth, "what you want!" "Mhm..." she sighed, ignoring my question. She wasn't ready to admit in words what her body was screaming to me? Not good enough... "Tell me!" I hissed and pinched her clit, making her cry out in pain. Well, serves her right: she should learn to obey. "I want your cock!" she screamed at me, "I want you to fuck me!" I didn't need to be told that twice, so I quickly stripped out of my pants, showing her my proud erection. "Oh, baby!" mum exclaimed at the sight of it, "is all that for me? I never knew you were so... big!" She parted her legs for me, more than ready but I had another idea. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow. Instead of gliding back between her legs like she wanted me to, I went to her other end of her, sticking my stiff dick in her face. She smiled at me, definitely knowing what to do and took it in her mouth. Oh God, she sucked dick like a pro! "Yeah, mum!" I groaned, as she took it all down her throat in the first go. The tight, wet feeling all around my shaft, her busy little tongue rubbing in arousing spots I didn't even know I had, oh Lord! Knowing my own limitations, I abruptly pulled out from her greedy lips, not ready to cum until I'd sampled her delicious pussy once again. I crawled between her legs, and entered into her, immediately overcome with the wet, strong feeling of her cunt-muscles. I began a fast, powerful rhythm, pushing my cock into in fast, unstoppable strokes. "God, mum!" I grunted, forcing myself to think of baseball, of my job, of the way my whorish mother's cunt tried to squeeze my cum out of me – NO! Baseball, job, my friend Michael... "Yes, Andrew!" the slut under me cried out in pleasure as I upped the speed, unable to resist. I knew I should slow down, take it easy, but it was so damn good! "Oh, we're so dirty! I can't believe I'm fucking my son. Oh, my son's gonna make me cum, oh God, I'm such a whore!" she called out, grabbing her tits and squeezing her nipples. She might be more experienced in the whole sex-game than me but it seemed that the whole mother/son-taboo got her very hot. "Yes, yes!" she screamed and convulsed, clearly cumming, "oh FUCK! Fuck your mother, fuck your little whore! Oh God!" Finally! With her cumming I could focus on my own orgasm. Grabbing her around her waist, I hammered my dick into her, as hard as I could, feeling how her little body shook from the sheer force of my thrust. I pounded in and out of the wet hole, enjoying hearing her small whimpers every time I pummelled into her. "Fuck!" I shouted as my own orgasm overwhelmed me, less than fifteen seconds after she'd cum, "fuck, fuck, FUCK!" As I fired my cum into her, I collapsed a top of her, resting on her soft tits and marvelled over the greatness of my – our – new life. With an eager slut like this in my house, things were finally starting to look up... --- "Things are gonna change around here," I informed the fucked-out slut beneath me as we both slowly came down to Earth again. "Hmm?" she asked, "what d you mean?" My cock had shrunk back to pocket-size and dropped out of her well-greased pleasurebox. "Since dad left there hasn't been a man in the house," I reminded her, "well, there's one now. And as such, you'll do as I say." Puffing my chest out like a peacock, I stared into her eyes. She raised her well-plucked eyebrow in doubt, clearly baiting me. Whether about me being a man or her doing as I said, I didn't know – but probably both. That pissed me off – hadn't I just proved that I control her? And hadn't I at least admitted to my desire instead of trying to manipulate, like her? "You have a problem with that?" I hissed at her and clamped my hand around her throat, holding her head in place in a primitive show of dominance. Forgetting that she was my mother, forgetting the great sexual experience I'd just had with her – even forgetting the undoubtable great ones to come, I stared into her eyes, for once not flinching at her or hesitating. We stared at each other for a good while before she finally looked down. "No," she said slowly and clearly, "I don't have a problem with that..." "Good!" I smiled and released her. Today I don't think it would have mattered at all if I had hit her or picked my nose instead of holding her by her throat – it was the way I for once didn't step down but just waited 'till she did. Back then of course, I held no doubt that I'd taken my position as the alpha male by sheer force. --- "So how are things gonna change?" mum asked me as she served pizza for me. With her preparing herself for luring me to sex and us then having sex, she hadn't had time to cook, so she'd found some frozen pizzas and warmed them. "Well, first of all," I said, looking into her eyes (only possible 'cause I'd cum less than fifteen minutes ago. Within the next fifteen minutes, her tits, so neatly presented would claim my attention again, without a doubt...), "there'll be no more clubbing or whatever for you. No more meeting strangers for quick fucks – if you want some cock, you come ask me." She stared at me and nodded her accept. Considering how hard I'd made her cum each time I'd fucked her, there was no real reason for her to seek out strange cocks. That's what I told myself, at least. My Mum, My Slut Ch. 02 Thanks for all the feedback! I really appreciate it. Of course I can't write about everyone's fantasy but I hope you'll like it nevertheless. * "This has all gone wrong," I told the mirror, and my reflection more than agreed. Why was I putting on make-up, dressing up, generally making myself sexy... for my son? I was standing in our bathroom, adding the last touches of my seductive outfit that was to make Andrew take me as soon as he got home. The very thought of it made my pussy moist and I almost changed my mind again... But no, this had gone far enough. I shed my see-through skirt and pulled my ridiculously small top over my head. I quickly walked back to my bedroom, finding some much more suitable clothes for a mom to wear when her son came home... though I kept the heels on. I just like how they sound when I walk, (okay, and how they make my ass look, but I was hiding that well-shaped ass under a pair of loose jeans, so no big deal!) is that wrong? --- Andrew was not happy with my decision, not at all. When he came home, I met him in the hallway, determined to try to explain how a son fucking his mother is wrong. I got as far as: "Andrew..." "How's that you're dressed?" he interrupted me with a disapproving look at my very unsexy clothes. His stern visage stopped my reasonable objections dead in my mouth -- suddenly all I could think about was how I was about to lose the best sex of my life... voluntarily! His angry eyes stole all willpower away from me. "Ehh..." I mumbled, trying desperately to think of a probable explanation, "I- I thought..." Staring into my teenage son's eyes, I realised that no excuse was acceptable. Only my complete surrender and submission to his command would do. Blushing scarlet, I did the only thing I figured might ease his anger: I knelt down before my own son, hoping that it'd be enough to get me back in his good graces. How quickly I'd gone from deciding to end everything to humiliate myself in front of him -- I hadn't even been able to say my piece before he broke me, just by looking at me! Despite my good intentions there had been no discussion, no argument, no fight, just me completely submitting to him. Still wearing his coat, he looked down at me, his willing slut, with a smirk, clearly satisfied to see how his mere will literally had brought me to my knees. "Maybe we should go through your clothes... see to that such a mix-up won't happen again," he told me, thoroughly pleased with himself. Well, who wouldn't be in his situation? My own pussy was very happy with how it had all worked out... --- "Nope. No. Not that one either," my beloved son muttered, mostly to himself as the 'throw-away' pile grew taller and taller for every item of clothing he discarded... for every piece of my clothes he discarded! I winced as he took up my expensive, black Victoria's Secret-panties and studied them. He was standing in my bedroom -- a place he'd had no business in just a few days ago but now walked around as if he owned it. Okay, admittedly he did... He was throwing away all my 'boring' clothes -- boring to his eyes. Apparently everything that was comfortable to wear and didn't show off my body was too modest in his eyes. So far the pile contained almost all my panties and a lot of my bras (all those he'd come across without enough of a push-up effect to please him) and he was still only on the lingerie! "Here, try these on, mom," he told me as he threw the flimsy panties to me. I was kneeling on the floor, watching as more and more of my collection of garments was being discarded by my commanding son. It was a very strange situation but there was no way I could tell him no; not only was my entire body aching for his touch -- and if I made him mad again, he might not give me what I craved! -- but he just... well, he was in charge. My clouded little mind was in no doubt about that. "Yes," I eagerly agreed and picked them up, stood up and slid them on. It was a pair of tight, hip-hugging boy-shorts, very low-cut and made from a flimsy see-through material. They just oozed sex and I knew he could clearly see the outline of my pussylips -- especially now, as I was quickly getting them quite wet under his satisfied eyes. "Keep them," he demanded after having studied my crotch intimately and turned back to my underwear-drawer and I once again knelt down, waiting for something else to model for him. Or whatever else he might require of me... I was kneeling on the floor, just wearing the pair of spiked heels (they were at least 4" and was now the 'standard' -- all footwear with shorter heels was to be discarded -- "sluts wear high heels," as he'd said) I'd been wearing when he came home, the panties he'd just given me and a red push-up bra that gave me the cleavage he desired. I was gracefully allowed to keep on whatever he'd made me try on last -- hence the mismatching clothes... and me actually wearing anything! "Heh, I guess that means you have one pair of panties left!" he laughed to himself as he threw the last of my underwear on the pile and reached the end. He looked at me and I forced a smile, showing nothing but acceptance and adoration. Please fuck me before going on to the tops! I tried to tell him with my eyes. I don't think it worked though, mostly because he wasn't interested in my eyes; he was looking very hard down my cleavage. I guess it was fair though, my eyes were constantly darting from his eyes to his crotch, hoping to catch a glimpse of the manhood I'd become so addicted to. Was it hard? It was difficult to tell through the jeans he wore but I think I could see the outline of his long cock. It looked good... it looked promising! "Phew, I need a break," he told me, still staring at my tits, "this is thirsty work... I need a drink." "Would you like a coke, dear?" I asked, trying to sound humble and pleasing. If I could please him, he might do that same for me... "No, beer. Men don't drink coke!" he said, sounding insulted that I had insinuated he wasn't man enough for a beer. "Sorry!" I smiled, "So silly of me. I'll get you one right away!" I stood and left the room to get him a cold beer, all the while cursing myself. Of course he wanted a beer; he was trying very hard to show me -- and himself -- that he was the man now. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Evidently it wasn't enough to fuck the house's woman, bring her to her knees and tell her how to dress and behave... he had to act like a stereotypical man too. He had to act like the man he thought any woman wanted. Out in the kitchen I found him a beer in the fridge and also a glass of wine for myself. I needed a little liquid courage, so I downed it quickly before going back with his beer. What a sight I would have been, should any of the neighbours happen to look in on me as I hurried through the house, dressed like a mix between a porn-star and a whore with an open beer in hand, eager to please my son and lover. I needed him. I needed a good, hard fuck. Seeing how easily he took control of me, of the entire situation, how he overcame any of my objections without a word... it was so hot! Right now, in my bedroom, he was busy making sure I'd never be known for anything but a slut again, by throwing away any and all decent clothes I might have had... and all I could think of was how much I wanted his big, hard cock, hammered into me. Plastering the sexiest smile I had on my face -- one that had always worked in the bars when I was looking for a little fun -- I went back into the room, swaying my hips for his benefit, acting sexy. He was sitting on my bed (a good sign!), awaiting me and his beer. "Here you are... a strong beer for a strong man!" I said in my most flattering voice while sitting down in his lap, my soft ass grinding into something that quickly became rather long and deliciously hard! Mhmm... what could that be?! I handed him the beer but kept my seat, my intentions made very clear: A scantly-clad woman, almost humping his fat cock through his pants. I turned around in his lap, planting my soft lips against his in a long, loving kiss. Without hesitating he kissed me back, far more demanding than me, and I readily opened my mouth for his probing tongue. "Mhm..." I sighed, enjoying his warm lips, his curious tongue and the intimate feeling of the kiss. My hands went exploring, feeling his hard chest and toned arms. He was far more buffed than I'd ever realised! "So strong and masculine," I whispered to him, truly meaning it and knowing that he'd like to hear it, "you're such a man!" I could see his self-esteem swell at my admiring compliments... and something else was certainly swelling too! "Why don't you enjoy your well-earned beer?" I suggested and slid down on the floor, ending on my knees between his spread legs with my face very close to his crotch, "and let me help you... relax?" My greedy fingers were already working on his jeans-button and zipper before I had finished speaking. He smiled his superior smile and took a sip of his beer, while I found what I sought: A very hard cock, more than ready for me. "Yummy!" I muttered under my breath as it stood proudly into the room while I scooped his jeans and boxers down to his knees. Studying it carefully, I could see little drops of precum ooze out of the little slit. It was clearly looking forward to this as much as I was! I know how to give blowjobs; Lord knows I've spent enough time on my knees. Yet there was something special about this. Maybe it was because I hadn't initiated sex with my son before (not that he knew at least, though when I dressed up the night before, that might have been my goal...), maybe it was because this was the first time I was going to taste the dick that had given me so much pleasure... Ignoring my sentimental feelings, I took the huge, mushroom-shaped head in my mouth, getting my first salty taste of that wonderful tool. "Mhm!" I sighed in delight, as I began sucking on his magnificent cock. My tongue gently massaged the head and added pressure to the soft parts, just below. "Ahh!" Andrew moaned loudly above me, clearing enjoying himself, "that's great, mom, right there..." He put his hands on my head and pressed my face further down on his cock, encouraging me to take it all into my mouth. Needless to say, I was more than willing -- I'd taught myself to deepthroat a long time ago... Inch by inch, the entire length of his hard shaft entered my mouth and continued down my throat. I had to suppress the gag-effect that desperately wanted me to get the huge cock out, but despite the unpleasantness, it was just so naughty! My tight, little throat, my gently sucking mouth, my red, welcoming lips; all worked together to give my son the most possible pleasure. I cast a quick glance up at him -- he was clearly enjoying the beer and blowjob his mother provided for him! He sat with a dreaming look in his face as he drank deeply of the bottle. "Shit, mom!" he groaned when he took a small break from his drinking, "you're good at this! What a slut! No wonder everyone wants to fuck you! But," he finished with a controlling gleam in his eyes, "you're mine now! Mine!" I don't know if his power-trip edged him on, but it certainly made my pussy drip! God, to hear my own son call me a slut and then claim ownership over me! I pulled my face off his cock, caught my breath and stared up into his eyes. My hands quickly began jacking him off, keeping his arousal at a maximum. "God, yeah, I'm YOUR slut now!" I assured him, "you're my man, and I want no one else!" I know it sounds like I was just playing p to him but at that moment --that's how I felt. Like I belonged to him. I must have been quite a sight, as I knelt there between his legs, a line of drool connecting my mouth to his wet cock. "Yeees!" he hissed, "suck me, mom, suck me, you little slut!" and pressed my face back down on his cock, my greedy mouth quickly finding the rock-hard tool that belonged in me -- my mouth or pussy, it didn't matter. My hand kept jacking on his long shaft while my mouth and tongue focused on his head, trying to please him as much as possible. Unbeknown to my conscious mind, that was busy getting my son off, my left hand suddenly found its way down between my thighs, where it got inside my panties. It immediately found my little, hard clit and teased it, making me give little moans of joy into the hard cock in my mouth. "Fuck, mom!" he suddenly shouted, and just as I was getting into a good rhythm he pulled his cock out of my mouth. With a hard grip of my hair, he steadied my head and with a few, feverish strokes of his long, hard cock, wave after wave of his hot seed splashed over me. I've only gotten a cum-shower once or twice before, and I've never enjoyed it -- it just seems so demeaning to me. Maybe that was why I loved the feeling of my son's pearly, warm sperm landing in long stripes all over my up-turned face. After having gotten cum dumped in your open mouth, on your nose, on your eye, forcing you to close it and even in your hair, you're not in doubt of the pecking-order. If there had been any doubt, they were washed away as my son painted his mother's face with his white colours, effectively making her -- me! -- his own, personal slut. As his hot seed descended upon me, my fingers were busy in my cunt. I loved it! The perverted act of sucking off my son, him returning the favour by cumming on my face like I was a cheap hooker or a porn-star, all the while I was frigging myself off the best I could! So filthy! And just as that thought hit me, I could feel how an intense orgasm began working its way through my body. Desperate for more stimulation, more submission, more humiliation, I took his still-hard cock in my mouth, cleaning it with my tongue. There I knelt, wearing sexy lingerie for my son, licking the last drops of cum off his softening dick, face almost white with cum with a hand in my cunt when the most powerful orgasm I'd ever given myself hit me with full force. Though I'd tried to hide what I was doing with me free hand from him, there was no hiding the explosive orgasm that crashed over me, making me scream into his soft cock. "Olh, Glooood!" I cried, the large dick in my mouth obscuring my words, but I think Andrew got the gist anyway. "You're such a slut, mom!" he smirked at me, not even trying to hide the pleased, superior look he gave me, when he realised how much I'd enjoyed being his cocksucker. "Yeeef!" I agreed, still in the throes of my orgasm. Pulling myself off his enthralling (and now clean) cock, I gave him a loving smile, "I'm you're slut, aren't I?" --- After a short rest, he returned to shifting through my clothes and after bringing him yet another beer, I began cooking. Pasta Bolognese, something that didn't need constant supervision -- my son might require me to model something for him after all. It's a strange but very arousing feeling to cook in lingerie. If you add a face full of sperm to it, it gets better. If you constant remind yourself that it's your son's sperm and that he's in your bedroom, throwing away all your none-sexy clothes, it gets very hard to focus on anything, save your throbbing pussy. The primal way, in which he'd marked me, claimed me as his own, personal fuck-toy was just so damn arousing. He was my son, for crying out loud, and I was carrying his cum on my face as a badge of honour! So naughty, so wrong... so good! There really isn't a more basic, primal way to mark your woman than filling her face with your cum and making her keep it on. No one seeing her will be in doubt that she's already claimed and she certainly knows that she has a male to take care of her. My pussy kept begging me for attention -- one would have thought it was satisfied for the night, but no-no. Although he hadn't given me any rules per say... except that I was to be nice to him, it somehow felt wrong to frig myself off without giving him pleasure as well. Sort of like touching his property without permission. "Mom!" he suddenly called, interrupting my internal discussion and I hurried into the bedroom where he was still busy. He threw a black skirt at me, "put this on. And bring me another beer!" I quickly stepped into it, it was a very short skirt, one Andrew's father had given me for some 'special times' as we had called it. Fitting that I would wear it for his son, really. I turned around on the spot, giving him various angles of me in the skirt that only just covered my asscheek, and we both noticed how the combination of it and the heels made my ass look good! I know I probably shouldn't say so myself, but it did! Even though a woman has turned forty, she can still be sexy... just ask my son. He was certainly staring at the clear outline of my butt through the tight skirt -- and he'd cum less than ten minutes ago. "Keep it on," he gracefully decided, allowing me to wear yet another piece of clothing. I smiled gratefully (yes, I was grateful to be allowed to wear clothes in my own home!) and went to get him another beer, wondering all the same if it was a good idea. As far as I knew, he wasn't used to drinking, and it might hit him harder than he would expect. Then again, I certainly wasn't going to tell him he was drinking too much! --- "Come here, you shexy slut!" he mumbled at me as I began to clean off the table after dinner (taking his dishes as well -- he did a thorough job of teaching me that last night!). He'd had five beers and a glass of wine, so neither his speech nor his movements were as secure as earlier. But his sudden grip of my arm was strong and there was no way, I could or would offer any serious resistance as he dragged me into the bedroom. I was a little nervous, I didn't know what he was going to do with me, and he didn't seem in complete control of himself... but at the same time my eager pussy was screaming: 'Yes! Yes! He's gonna take us again! Finally!' In the bedroom, I quickly ended up in the bed (where else would a 'sexy slut' go?) with him standing above me, looking down at my luscious body. "I got an idea," he informed me, letting his hungry eyes run up and down my semi-naked body, from my sperm-crusted face, over my openly presented tits with my deep cleavage, down to my ridiculously short skirt that had glided up and was now showing off my wet panties. He seemed lost in his view of me, sprawled out on the bed, just waiting for his touch and he didn't finish his line of thought. "Tell mommy your idea," I edged him on in a sultry voice, not at all in doubt that we were going to do as he wanted -- and that I'd like it too. It was just so dirty, reminding him that he was drooling over his mother! Hearing my words, he shook his head, as if pulling himself back together. "You'll shee..." he said in a foreboding (and somewhat drunk) voice, "get on your hands and knees..." Only too keen to comply, I immediately turned around, presenting my barely-covered ass to him, a million thoughts racing through my head. Did he want to do me doggy-style, or was his idea something else? He crawled up into the bed to me, standing on his knees behind me. The skirt got out of the way quickly and he pulled my sticky panties down, getting easy access to my wet, willing cunt, dripping with juices... and equally easy access to my tight little asshole, if that's what he wanted. I'd done anal before, of course. Many of my dates had begged for it or even demanded it, and I'd found that it could be quite good -- if the guy knew what he was doing. Somehow I had a feeling that my slightly drunk, near-virginal son wouldn't be so skilled... "Great ass, mom!" he muttered behind me and grabbed my cheek, giving it a good squeeze. That's the kind of compliments that'll warm a mother's heart, I thought ironic but still flattered. I wasn't exactly young anymore, and every time he noticed how I sexy I was, I got a silly little smile on my lips. My Mum, My Slut Ch. 02 I heard him unzip his pants and suddenly my son's great cock was once again on its way up in me -- into my gashing pussy though, to my great surprise. Not that I'd ever complain! Having my son fuck my slutty hole was what I'd been waiting for ever since he'd gotten home. "Ahhh!" I cried out in pleasure, as he quickly buried his entire length in me, "oh God, you're so big in little me!" I've always been vocal during sex -- it always helps to stroke their ego a little -- but this time I really meant it. "Yeah, mom!" he gasped, my words clearly having a very positive effect on him. He grabbed a hold of my waist and started pounding into me. Although I usually like a bit of control, with Andrew it was a wild ride into the unknown, with him dominating the scene. It felt good! Slap! A sudden pain rushed up from my right asscheek where he'd suddenly slapped me; probably just to remind me who was in command -- as if I could forget! "Oh God, you're so good!" I moaned, unable to keep silent, while he pushed into me again and again, his huge cock scraping against the walls of my sacred parts, sending waves of pleasure from my cunt to my brain. "Yeah, mom, you like that don't you? You like being fucked doggy-style, like a cheap slut, don't you? Used for your own son's pleasure!" he shouted in the throes of his power-rush. From anyone else I'd have been pissed, but his words only reminded me what a dirty tramp I had become and just turned me on even further. "Yes, Andrew!" I whimpered, "use me, oh God, use me! I'm yours!" "Good!" he just answered... and suddenly the wonderful feeling of his cock in my cunt disappeared, leaving my pussy empty and alone. "Wha-?" I began and looked at him over my shoulder, very confused. We were just getting to the good part! What was he doing...? And then I felt how his thick dick found the tight entrance to my ass. "Relax now, mom," he told me, sounding very concentrated. He might be drunk, but he wasn't stupid -- fucking me and thus turning me on to no end before starting his invasion of my little asshole was certainly a good idea. Horny as I was I didn't even want him to take it slow; I just wanted him inside me again! "Nghn!" I groaned as my sphincter slowly opened up for my son's merciless attack. I did my best to relax my muscles, easing his entrance into my secret tunnel. I knew it would hurt but in my aroused state that was a good thing. The mix of pain and pleasure can be quite the turn-on -- he had taught me so yesterday, when he spanked me before fucking me. "Fuck, this is tight!" he groaned above me as he slowly made his way into my ass. More and more of his great cock disappeared into me, and it hurt... and felt so good! I did my best to massage his huge, invading cock with my ass, like I did with my cunt, increasing the resistance, making it feel tighter for him. Men like that, I'd learned. They also like to be told how good they are at what they're doing. Except for once I didn't have to exaggerate or act for my man. "Nnhh! Andrew, you're sooo big," I moaned into my pillow as he made it all the way inside and his pelvis rested against my ass. "But a slut like my mom can take anything... it seems!" he pointed out, as he slowly pulled out again, fucking my ass! God, it hurt so good! "Yes, yes, fuck me, Andrew, fuck your mother's ass, take your filthy slut-mom!" I cried out, losing control of myself. It felt so good, so bad, so dirty! God, I gotta be the worst whore in the world! He took me on my word -- no more Mr. Nice Fucker. He grabbed me around the waist, like he had before and really laid into me, making me moan and cry like a cheap bitch. Well, except I was doing it for free... "Oh, yeah, oh fuck!" I cried as I thrashed around beneath him, my ass sending waves of pleasure mixed with pain through my body. I would have trouble walking tomorrow, but for now it was so good! I grabbed my tit through the push-up bra and pinched my nipple, sending more pain/pleasure through my body. My other hand snuck down between my legs and found my little, not-so-secret pleasure button and pressed it -- hard and repeatedly! I'd never cum while being fucked in the ass before, but the first, clear indications of a massive orgasm was well under-way. "Yeah, you like that?" Andrew asked me, pushing his hard cock into my now welcoming hole, increasing his speed and force for every thrust. "Oh yes! Oh yeees!" I screamed as the orgasm washed over me, the dirty, disgusting act of taking my own son up my ass finally pushing me over the edge to the most powerful orgasm I could remember. "MORE!" I screamed at him, "fuck my slutty ass, take me, use me, oh GOD!" No control left, just the desire to be used by him, to be his own personal fuck-toy. I know a mother shouldn't think like that, but he was no longer just my son; he was the best fuck I'd ever had. "You want more, you slut?" he said menacingly and hammered his hard cock into me, as hard as he could. There was no more mercy from him, none at all. Fortunately, that was how I wanted it -- hard and brutal! "Oh God!" I cried out, my orgasm only increasing in strength as he abused my no-longer-tight ass for his own pleasure, "you're so good! The best! The best ever! EVER!" "Yeah, I'm the man now, aren't I?" he demanded, returning to his favourite subject. I don't know if I'd emasculated him while he was growing up but I was doing my very best to make up for it now! "Yes, THE man! MY man! My big fucking strong man!" "You're mine now, aren't you?!" he continued. And I knew I was -- there hadn't been any doubt in me for a long time. Whatever he wanted to do to me, I'd accept. Him fucking my ass right now was a rather good example... "Yes, yes! Do with me as you please! Fuck me, rape me, anything! Just make me cuuuuuum!" I screamed out as another strong orgasm washed over me, only thirty seconds after the first. This was incredible! I'd never been multi-orgasmic but this was pure paradise! "Arrrgggh!" he cried out above me and suddenly my ass was filled with warm liquid, as he emptied his balls into my ass. He kept thrusting into me for a little while but the fight had gone out of him. Finally he collapsed a top of me, still buried deep inside me. --- Andrew fell asleep not soon after. Hardly surprising, my new man probably needed to sleep off his beers. He had shed his clothes and crawled down under my covers, not really caring what I was going to do. I guess he felt he'd already taken care of me after two mind-numbing orgasms. Well, he'd be right; I was still all tingly... But as I looked down on my sleeping son, saw how he relaxed in his sleep, I was wondering if I was tingly because of the awe-inspiring cums... or if it was something else. Something more... perhaps something that shouldn't happen between a mother and her son? On one hand, we'd already broken so many of society's taboos, but still... In the end, I got rid of the few clothes he'd allowed me to wear and crawled down under the duvet to him, hugging him to me. It took a long time before I fell asleep... END PART II As with chapter one, this story can really end here. If you feel that's the better idea, tell me so. If not, let me know that too -- and what you think should happen next between mother and son. I really appreciated your response, and I'll do my best to incorporate your ideas. I'd also like to know if you prefer me writing from the mother's point of view, or the son's. My Mum, My Slut "And I think I'll buy a... crop, or a whip. Something that packs a sting," I thought out loud, as she sat down with her own piece of pizza. However, instead of sitting across from me at the small kitchen-table, she sat next to me. Very close to me... "Oh?" she asked, leaning forward a bit, so when I looked at her, I would have to choose between looking down her top or into her eyes, "why would you do that?" "You're not always nice to me," I told her – a shrink would have been proud, I'm sure. However, a good deal of the effect was lost since I couldn't help but look down her top at her tits that she so nicely offered to me... it seemed I had overestimated myself when I claimed I could keep eye-contact thirty minutes after cuming. Damn... "If ever you're mean to me, I'll punish you. Spank you, whip you, slap you... whatever I want. Got it, mum?" She smirked at me, "isn't it the wrong way 'round? Isn't the mother supposed to spank the son?" "No," I smiled confidently at her, "not if she wants his cock in her again. But then again, most mothers don't want that... what about you?" She blushed at that. Only a little, but I could clearly see small specs of red on her cheeks. Hah! "Okay, I'll give you that. I'll be nice to you and you'll be... good... to me," she winked at me and licked her lips, the not-so-subtle meaning coming through very clearly. We ate in silence. I don't know why she stopped talking but I found it very hard to form an intelligent sentence while I was staring at her impressive melons, rising and falling with every breath. Whenever she moved, they moved – and their movements were awesome. I might've almost been twenty but I was still very much a horny teenager, oh yes... --- "Oh it's not enough that I make the food, I have to clean up after your highness as well?" she remarked at me sarcastically, after we were done eating. I was on my way into the living-room when she made her snide comment, but I immediately turned back to her. At the look in my eyes, she took a step back, a little nervous of what she saw there – anger, pure and bright. "What did I just tell you?" I asked as I walked towards her. "Ehh... that I should, eh, should be nice to you..." she muttered, looking down. "And if you weren't?" I asked, scanning the kitchen-desk for something suitable and finding a flat, heavy wooden spoon. She didn't answer, so I assumed she remembered. Taking a hard grip of her bleach-blonde hair, I pulled her with me into the living-room and threw her down on the couch we'd defiled with our wild sex less than half an hour ago. She landed on her stomach and stayed down, either wanting to get the punishment over with or not daring to piss me off further. Probably both... "I did warn you, mum. I told you I was the new man of the house... but you?" I told her in a cold voice, "you're still the bitch of the household. Well, maybe this'll help..." Pulling her short skirt up across her wait, I hit her with the spoon – hard! "Ouch!" she whined when it connected with her ass, making it ripple in all kinds of interesting ways, "that hurt!" She didn't offer any resistance though, guess she accepted her fate... "It's supposed to, mum," I told her, as I struck her again. And again. Each hit resounded through the room, a sexy 'wap!' sound, and she made a little pained grunt every time. Punishing my mother like she was a naughty schoolgirl or a bad servant was a real turn-on to me – no surprise there, I guess? I let the hits rain down over her exposed buttocks, five years of gathered frustrations finally getting out, while my cock was growing in my pants. "Fuck!" I finally groaned and threw the spoon away, got my pants unzipped and knelt down behind her in what little space was left on the couch. She didn't really react.., guess I might have overdone the punishment a little? With a grip of her waist, I got her up on her knees and fed my fat woody to her pussy. I was surprised and very pleased to find that she was gashing, with pussyjuices running down her legs. "Ahh!" she moaned as I buried the entire length of my cock in her warmth. "Yeah, you like that, slut?" I demanded of her, not quite sure if she was angry, hurt or just turned-on. "God, yes!" she cried out, "oh God, I needed a punishment, I've been bad, I've been very bad!" "I know, you filthy whore!" I exclaimed and slapped her reddened ass with my bare hand, while riding her cunt, "you're the dirtiest mum ever! You're a disgusting slut-mum, aren't you? Getting horny when your own son spanks you!" "Yes, I'm bad, oh so bad! Oh, but you're so GOOD!" she cried out as I once again pounded into her, making the thrust as hard as possible. "Huh, you're son is good, is that it?" I asked, reminding her again and again that she was my mother. It got her hot! "Yes! Oh God yes, you're so good, son! Fuck mummy, make her your bitch!" "Guess that makes me the man, huh mum?" I asked, wanting her to admit it. When she didn't respond fast enough, I suddenly pulled out of her cunt with a slurping noise, and started spanking her upturned ass with my flat hand. Slap! Slap! "Au, yes! Yes, you're the man, you're MY man, the only one I need!" she ranted, either wanting to stop the pain and resume the fucking. Probably the latter, that whore didn't mind pain but take away the cock? That'd break her... Her cunt eagerly greeted me as I re-entered her, and she sighed loudly with pleasure as I took possession of her pussy again. With my grip of her hips, I quickly reached an impressively good pace as I battered my new slut to submission. "Yeees!" she suddenly started screaming and thrashed around in a powerful orgasm, unable to control herself. I didn't slow down, not at all. I was on the fast road to a cum myself and nothing could stop me at this point. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she whined every time my pelvis bone crushed into her ass with all the force I could muster. "Yeah!" I groaned, "yeah! Fuck, mum, you're the nastiest fuck-puppy ever!" My insults – or compliments, that really depends on your point of view – hardly made sense anymore, I was losing all control. "Arrghhh!" I finally let loose with a loud groan and emptied my balls deep inside my mother, the slut. This story could end here or go on for a while, that'll depend completely on the feedback I get. Also, for once I don't really know how the story continues, what the characters will do... nope. So please, if you like it, leave me ideas as to where we're going from here.