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Texas Momma Whore Ch. 01

By: Wildfire427



My name is Dawn and I live in Texas. I was married to a wonderful man until he died three years ago. That left me to raise a son and a daughter by myself. It also left me virtually alone for the first time in my adult life.

My children have always been everything to me. I always tell them that I will do whatever they want. It is left over from the way I took care of my husband. I had always been submissive to him and would do whatever he wanted in an effort to please him. And I must admit that along the way I did enjoy myself too. I just never realized how much I missed sex. Actually, what I missed was being a slut whore and serving the needs of another.

So after three years I was beginning to deepen in a state of sexual withdrawal induced depression. It was on one particular night that I was sitting on the sofa, attempting to drown my sorrows with alcohol. I had assumed I was alone since my son was supposed to be out on a date and it was still early and my daughter was still at work.

“Oh how I wish I could go back in time and do it all over again. I miss being used and abused. Being a plaything. What I would give to have my hair pulled tight and my mouth led to a cock that will fuck my face. To have all my wholes filled at one time. To be spanked while I lick cum out of another girl. I miss it so much.”

I sat and cried softly, mumbling incoherently about how lousy a fuck I must be and how I wanted there to be someway to fill my needs.

“Mom, are you okay?”

I thought I was alone. Isaac was supposed to be on a date and it was still early. But there he stood in front of me, with loving concern on his face.

“Yeah, I’m just fucking great. Another wasted date and I get to go to bed with GI Joe (that’s my name for my plastic man that I keep in the nightstand).”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks.

“I only wish you could but I don’t think you would understand.”

“Try me, maybe I will.”

“I miss sex. Actually I miss sex the way it was with your Dad,” I explain.

“You always seemed to be happy. I know from what I’ve seen on the Internet that what y’all did wasn’t exactly normal,” he offers.

“No maybe not normal to some, but very normal and enjoyable to us. When you get married, you need to find the right kind of woman. The kind that will do whatever you want. One that will take care of all of your needs, wants, desires, and fantasies.”

“I don’t think that kind of woman exists anymore, at least not that I’ve seen.”

I tell my son with a devilish grin, “Then you aren’t looking in the right place.”

He moves off the chair and sits over by me on the sofa. I’m caught off guard trying to set the beer bottle on the table without it falling over. I feel a hand entwine in my hair and my face is forced into my son’s lap. I can feel the bulge in his pants, throbbing through the material.

“Take my cock out and suck it.”

“Isaac I’m your mother!”

I never expected what would happen next. It was a memory right out of my first few months of marriage to Isaac’s Dad. The hand holding my hair twists my head up and around and the other hand slaps me across the face.

“Whore, I said suck my cock. Now do it or you will regret not pleasing me.”

I almost came at that moment. My hands went to Isaac’s pants and started to work on freeing his hard cock. His hand maintained pressure on my head holding my hair tight enough to cause some pain. Isaac lifted his hips to allow me to pull his pants and underwear down and then I saw it. My own son’s cock. I just stared for a few moments at it. Savoring the thoughts of what it will do to me.

“Oh Isaac you are even bigger than your Dad, and he was big,” I inform him.

“Good. Then I will be able to sleep tonight knowing my cock has been places in your body that he never dreamed of. Now suck my cock you fucking slut whore,” he commanded.

And suck I did. I found myself almost in tears I was so happy to have my mouth stuffed so full of my son’s cock. I actually had to remember how to deep throat like my husband had taught me so many years before. None of the guys I had dated since were anywhere near as well hung. I tried to take my time working my lips up and down the shaft. I wanted to try to stick my tongue out and lick my son’s balls but there was too much meat in my mouth.

I moved until I was kneeling on the floor before my son. Both of his hands were now in my hair working me up and down, fucking my mouth with his cock.

“Let’s see those tits slut. Rip that fucking blouse off and let me see what you’ve been hiding from me.”

With my mouth still being filled, I reach down and pull at my blouse ripping the buttons off and pushing the material back onto my shoulders. Isaac reaches down and plays with my tits leaving me to work on his cock unguided. He moves softly, cupping and holding each one. Then his hands become more urgent. Mauling my breasts, finding my hard nipples and pinching and pulling on them. I can’t resist and let a moan escape my throat, which my son feels through his cock.

“You like that bitch?” he asks.

“Mmmm Hmmm,” I respond with my mouth full.

“I’m going to enjoy playing with these too. Bet you’ll love it when I titty fuck you and cum all over your slutty face, won’t you?” 

“Mmmm Hmmm.”

“Tell you what. From now on, you are my slut whore. You will do what I say and keep me happy. And if you don’t, you will be punished. Now stand up and get that blouse all the way off and then let’s see what I have to play with under that slutty skirt.”

I pull my mouth from Isaac’s cock trailing a bit of spit as I disengage. I stand before him and finish removing my blouse giving him a full view of my 38D tits. I reach around, unzip my skirt, and let it fall to the floor. I then clasp my hands behind my back.

“Oh you are a naughty little whore aren’t you? You didn’t even bother to wear panties over that shaved little pussy of yours. Are you wet?” my son asks.

“Yes.”

“Show me. Slide a finger in your cunt and pull it out and show me how wet you are,” he commands.

I bring my hand around and slip my middle finger into my pussy as deep as it will go. I stir it around for just a moment and then pull it out and hold it up for my son’s inspection.

“Very nice. Lick your finger clean.”

I open my mouth and stick my finger in and lick and suck my own juices off my finger. 

“Now rub your nipples with your wet finger.”

I get my finger really wet and pull it from my mouth and use the finger to circle one and then the other hard nipple on my chest. 

“Get on the floor bitch. It’s time for me to find some pussy that Daddy never had. Spread those legs nice and wide, my little whore.”

My son removes the rest of his clothes and moves between my legs. For a moment there is a bit of apprehension about my son fucking me. As I look down at his huge hard cock, all my resistance fades away. He moves until his cock head is hovering around my pussy. Isaac leans forward and takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks it hard and then bites it with his teeth. He treats my other nipple the same way before his face hovers over mine.

“Now my little Momma whore. Time for you to get fucked. Reach down and take your son’s cock and put it in your slutty little fuck hole.”

I take my son’s hard cock in my hand and move it to my wet slit. I slide it up and down a moment and then let him ease the head into me. I bite my lip and stifle a moan as I open up to him. 

“Now get your legs over my shoulders slut. I want you to feel all of my cock the first time.”

As soon as my legs are up and over Isaac’s shoulders, he plunges deep into me. I have never been so filled so fast and my pussy quivers in orgasm. My mouth opens wide as I try to gasp for air, finally succeeding as he pulls almost all the way out and shoves back in again. This time I take notice of his hairy balls slapping against my ass with his thrust. 

“You like that bitch? You like my cock fucking your hot cunt?”

“Oh yes. It feels great. I love the way your cock feels in me,” I answer.

He pulls out and shoves back in. “Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He does it again. “And that?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Now tell me what you want, what you need.”

“I need you to fuck me like the slut whore that I am. I need your hard cock deep in me, fucking me, making me cum for you. I need to feel your big balls slapping my ass with each stroke. I need to feel your cock swell big and then fill me with all of your hot cum. Come on baby, give it to me. Fuck your slutty momma whore!”

It must have been what he wanted to hear because he stared pounding into me. I knew I would be sore the next day but I didn’t care. I was getting the fucking of my lifetime from my son and enjoying every gut wrenching orgasiming moment of it. 

“Time to cool down your fire bitch with my hot cum. You ready for it?” Isaac asks.

“Oh yes baby. Fill my slut hole with your cum,” I encourage.

His rhythm changes and he is on the verge of shooting. I can actually feel his cock swelling bigger inside of me. Then it starts. It feels like a cannon exploding inside of me. Mother and son both making animal noises as the first fuck completes.

After a few moments, Isaac slides from between my legs. I stay on the floor, unsure if I can even move. I quickly recover as I am commanded to move.

“Go get me a drink, whore. And then come back her and lick my cock and balls clean.”

“Yes, Master,” I respond surprising myself at my newfound energy.

I return with the bottle, kneel before my son, and immediately begin cleaning the juices from our coupling. I can feel my son’s cum dripping from my well fucked pussy and I determine myself to show him just what kind of slut I really am.

I work his balls with one hand and stroke his shaft with the other. My mouth sucks on about three or four inches, paying particular attention to the sensitive head. My efforts are rewarded when my son speaks to me.

“You are such a whore. Can’t get enough can you? You want a mouthful of my cum don’t you?” he asks.

I look into his eyes and never letting up on his cock nod up and down.

“Do it then. Suck my cock. Get a good first taste of it. Enjoy it. Cause you’ll be getting plenty more of it from now on.”

I am so happy that I am pleasing him that I begin to move my mouth as fast as I can over his cock. What’s not in my mouth I stroke at the same speed. I don’t want it to last. I want cum. I need cum. He doesn’t warn me, but years of experience tell me to get ready.

The first two shots land in the back of my throat. I pull back a bit to take more in my mouth and then jerk his cock as the rest spurts on my tits. I continue to stroke him until he pushes my hand away. I wait until I see him finally open his eyes and look at me.

As he looks at his cum covering his Mom’s face and tits, I open my mouth to show him I am still holding his cum there too. I tilt my head forward and hold my tits in my hands. I let my son’s cum dribble from my mouth over my tits. When most is gone, I stick my tongue out and guide my tits to my mouth and lick up all of his cum and swallow it for him.

“You don’t have to worry about your needs anymore. You belong to me now. You are my slut whore to do with as I please from now on.”

I curl up and lay my head on my son’s lap, still licking his cock and balls. I know in my heart that I will do anything to please him. 

Texas Momma Whore Ch. 02



While my head is resting in my son's lap, he sips his drink. I can't resist my desire and start to lick at his hairy balls and the shaft of his cock. His hand moves to the back of my head holding me as I use my mouth to worship him. Within minutes, his cock is hard again and I continue to lick the shaft and suck gently on his balls.

"God you are such a fucking whore," my son says to me. "I just fucked the shit out of you and then filled your slutty mouth with my cum and now here you are getting me all worked up again."

I look up at his face, hoping he is not mad at me for my behavior. His other hand finds my head and he guides my mouth over the head of his cock. He moves his hand to the back of my head again and pushes, filling my mouth with his hardness.

"Jesus Christ! I know one thing is for sure. If there is anyone in Texas better at sucking cock than you, I'd be surprised. Slow the fuck down. I don't want to cum too soon. Just love it with your mouth while I finish my drink," my son instructs me.

I slide my mouth slowly up and down his length. Not having been given any other instructions, I decide to use my hand on his stiff rod and suck first one and then the other of his cum filled orbs into my mouth. My son's hand hovers over the back of my head, not guiding me, but as a constant reminder not to stop what I am doing. As I suck and lick his balls, I work his cock until the head is covered by a thin coating of his pre-cum. Holding him in my hand, I slide my tongue out of my mouth and make eye contact with him as I lick the salty treat. 

"Slide back a little bit," I am instructed as my son slides forward on the sofa. "Let's find out just how much of a slut whore you really can be. "

He lifts his legs and places his heels on the edge of the chair and the coffee table. I remain kneeled between his legs awaiting my instructions.

"Now, whore. Let's see how good you can lick my ass," he commands.

I move forward and use my hand to ease his ball sack out of the way.

"Not like that. Use your hands to spread my ass cheeks. I want my balls resting over your eyes as you lick my ass, whore."

I do as instructed and let my hands rest on his firm butt. I spread them gently and then move my face under his balls. I stick my tongue out and find his asshole, feeling his heavy balls on my face. I begin to tongue his ass, probing gently with each lick.

"That's it, whore. Lick my fucking ass. You are such a slut. I know I own you now. Sweet little Momma whore licking her son's tight asshole. Now be a good little slut and let me feel your tongue in there. Get busy you fucking slut whore!"

I point my tongue and guide it up to the rim of his asshole. Unknown to my son, ass rimming is one of my favorite chores and soon I am thrusting my tongue as deep as I can and moaning while doing so. I instinctively move a hand up to my son's cock and begin to slowly stroke him as I continue to suck his ass. I can feel his hardness throbbing in my hand and I let out another moan. All of a sudden my head is pushed away and I land sitting on the floor. My son stands and towers over me, his hard cock waving in front of me.

"You think you're pretty smart don't ya? Well it seems you have already forgotten who is in charge here. We can fix that though. Get your ass out to the garage and bring me the rope hanging on the wall. Move!" he yells.

I rush to the garage my mind trying to understand what I did wrong. I find the rope and hurry back to the living room. My son directs me to the dining table next to the living room. 

"Stand right here, bitch," he orders postioning me facing the table. He moves two chairs so they are facing each other in front of the table.

"Kneel on the chairs."

I do and as I get in position, my son ties my ankles to the backs of the chairs. He then has me lean towards the table and ties my wrists together before running the rope over the table and tying it off.

"There that should hold you just fine. Don't need you getting all sassy with me, now do we?" he asks from behind me.

"No," I answer.

My response is met with his hand landing across my bare ass. The smacking sound echoes through the entire room.

"Nope. Not good enough anymore. What was it you called me earlier? Master, wasn't it. I think I like that. I am your Master from now on, and to show your respect you will answer me using that name. Do you understand, my little whore?" 

"Yes, Master. I understand."

"Very good. Now let's get on with this," my Master tells me.

He pulls the chairs away from the table so my head rests on my bound arms in front of me. Then he pulls the chairs apart so that my legs, tied to the chairs, are spread lewdly apart. He runs his hands over my ass and down between my legs. I'm soaking wet not only from the previous load my son pumped into my pussy, but also from all the continuing excitement.

"You see, here's the problem. You are enjoying yourself way too much. You have to learn that from now on my pleasure is most important. Not yours. I decide when you should enjoy yourself. Not you. I decide when you will cum. Not you. And now you will get a demonstration of what happens when you forget that," my new Master tells me.

I hear him move away and then return to me. With my head down on my arms, I can't see what he is doing. But I soon find out. The crack is as loud as the pain when his belt straps my ass cheeks. I know this belt, as I bought it for him. It's two inches wide and made of thick leather. I even remember a fleeting fantasy as I picked it out from the rack of other more modern styled belts. 

The belt lands again and I try to jump from the pain of the hit. My legs are spread so wide that I can't move and all I succeed in doing is lurching back and forth a bit.

"Hold the fuck still, whore. You took your pleasure while sucking my ass. I heard you fucking moaning. Now you take your punishment," my son/Master informs me.

I clench my teeth and try to breathe through the whipping I am receiving. After about ten hits, I feel his hand rubbing my very sore cheeks. I can feel how cool his hand is to my warmed over ass. I can only hope he doesn't rub my cunt and find out how much I enjoyed the negative attention I was given. But alas, this was not to be so either, as his hand moves back between my legs.

"Now I have seen everything," he says in a mere whisper. "You are so pathetic. I fuck your slutty cunt and you get off. I fill your mouth and cover your bitch face, and you get off. I have you suck my asshole and you get off. I beat your whore ass with a leather belt and all that happens is you get even wetter. Let's see what you think of this then."

I feel the head of his cock against my asshole. I feel as he spits on my ass and then rubs his cock in it to make it a little slick. Then without any warning he shoves in. It hurts like hell and I yell in pain.

"That's what I want to hear. Finally something that you don't like," he says pushing until his balls touch my soaked cunt.

What my new Master doesn't know is I love this too. Yes, it is painful at first, especially since it has been so many years since something so large has penetrated my ass, but all too soon, he will learn what a true slut whore his Momma really is.

"How you like that whore? You like having your son plowing up your fucking ass?" he asks.

I can't lie. I have to tell him the truth. "Yes, Master. I love you fucking my ass. I need it so bad. I need to be your whore and to be used for your pleasure, whatever it may be."

"Good. Just the way it should be. Now I can fuck any of your three holes whenever I want, right?"

"Yes, Master. My body belongs to you. You can use me whenever you wish. My only desire is to please you."

"And what about Stacy? Will you serve your daughter too? Will you be her Momma whore too?" he questions.

"Oh God, yes."

"Would you lick her fresh fucked pussy, full of cum."

"Yes, Master, I would." I answer.

"So you will serve us both in any way we wish?"

"Yes, Master. I will do whatever I am told to do by either of you."

My son fucks my ass hard and fast. I can still feel the heat from the whipping when he pushes into me and now his balls are whipping my pussy on each stroke. I try to ignore the sensations, try to think of something else. The sensations and thoughts of being a slave whore to my children are almost too much. I knew I shouldn't worry as my wonderful Master reads my mind.

"Cum for me whore. I want to feel your ass tighten around my cock as you cum and then I'm gonna fill your ass. Do it bitch, cum for me!" he commands.

With permission given, I give into the feelings. All the pent up frustrations. The pounding in my ass, his balls slapping my wet cunt, his fingers pinching my nipples…Oh my God!

"Arrrrgghhhhh! Yes! Oh Fuck! Yes!" I scream and as my muscles contract and relax again and again, I feel my son push deep and cum with me. He holds tight into me until my orgasm subsides then he pulls out with a slight plop.

He unties my legs and then my arms before instructing me to go to the kitchen and bring three drinks back. My first thought is he must be very thirsty from all the work he has done on me. Those thoughts changed when I walk back into the living room and find my daughter, Stacy, sitting in a chair across from Isaac. 

I move into the room and begin to blush, wondering what my daughter must think of me standing in front of her with cum on my face and tits, dripping out of my pussy, and a fresh load dripping from my ass. I should have known better than to wonder.

"I should have known you would love getting ass fucked. You are a fucking whore, just like Isaac told me. You better get him cleaned up and then you and I will discuss what you need to do for me."

The tears forming in my eyes were no longer from frustration and anger, but from the joy of being back in the place I longed to be.



Texas Momma Whore Ch. 03



So here I am, kneeling between my son’s, no, my Master’s outstretched legs. I’m licking his cock clean from him having just ass fucked me while he talks to his sister, my daughter, about me as if I weren’t even there. 

“So how was she,” Stacy asks Isaac.

“Not bad. She’s one hot fucking whore. No matter what I did to her she just loved it,” my new Master tells my daughter.

“It was fun watching you fuck her ass. I told you the way she was. I used to listen to her and Dad all the time. You were still little, but I would get up and listen and sometimes watch,” she tells her brother. “Did you know that whore? Did you know your sweet precious daughter would sneak downstairs and watch Daddy use you? Watch him humiliate you in front of his friends and then let them take turns with you? Answer me. Did you know I knew?" she asks, already knowing full well what a whore her Mother really is.

I pull my mouth off Isaac’s cock to answer. “No, I didn’t know you knew.”

“No, Mistress Stacy, I didn’t know you knew I was a fucking slut whore,” she corrects.

“No, Mistress Stacy, I didn’t know you knew I was a fucking slut whore,” I dutifully reply.

“Well shit’s gonna change around here now. Ain’t that right little bro?”

“Fucking A it is,” Isaac replies.

For starters, let’s see what we have to work with. Stand up whore and face me,” my daughter, my Mistress commands.

I move to my feet and stand before her, humiliated to have her see me in this way. Such a drastic change from just this morning when she was my sweet girl, who I would do anything for. But in a way, I guess that is still true. 

“Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs. Good little whore. You like being called that, don’t you? Isn’t that what Daddy called you, his little whore?” my daughter wants to know.

“Yes, Mistress. Your Father did call me his little whore. And yes, I do love it.”

“Well you are a fucking mess. You got Isaac’s cum all over you. Your face and hair and tits are covered with dry cum,” Stacy says while inspecting me. She shoves her hand between my legs finding my pussy still wet from Isaac’s earlier fucking and my own orgasm. “Your front whore hole is still dripping, too. Turn around, bitch.”

I do as I am told keeping my arms behind my head and spreading my legs back once I turn around.

“Bend over and spread your ass,” Stacy orders.

I comply and feel her shove two fingers up my butt without warning. She moves them in and out a bit and then pulls them back out leaving me gasping for air. She grabs my hair, pulls me back up, and then bends me slightly back at the waist.

“As I expected, after watching Isaac unload in your ass, it’s nasty too. Clean my fingers, slut,” she orders shoving her fingers into my mouth without waiting to see if I open it. I lick and suck her fingers together and then she gives them to me one at a time to clean before releasing me so I can stand up straight.

“Follow me. You need to get cleaned up. I’m not gonna play with a filthy whore covered and filled with my brother’s cum.”

I follow her to my bathroom and she motions for me to climb into the shower.

“You’ve got five minutes to get yourself clean,” she says turning only the cold water on.

The water feels like it is chilled with ice as it starts running over my warm skin. I grab the soap and quickly begin to scrub my body. I ask and am giving permission to take the shower down to rinse my well fucked holes and then wash my hair, even stopping to wonder whether I should bother with a cream rinse anymore. As soon as my hair is rinsed, the water is shut off.

“Get out and go sit on the sink,” Stacy tells me. 

I reach for a towel and she tells me not to worry about it, that I can clean up whatever mess is make in the morning. I climb up on the sink and she has me pull my legs back so my heels are resting on the counter. Just then Isaac walks in.

“Hang on a second,” he says.

He moves to stand in front of me and aims a digital camera at my pussy, snapping several pictures.

“You going to stay and watch?” Stacy asks him.

“No, but call me when you are done,” he says.

“Now just to make this a bit more fun, I want you to play with your tits while I get rid of all this nasty cunt hair. The first one is free. From now on you are not to have any hair on your body below your neck. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Stacy. I understand,” I reply as I move my hands to my breasts. 

Stacy takes some scissors and trims my bush down and then applies shaving cream. I start to tease my nipples; pinching and pulling on them as I watch her carefully shave away my pubic hair. My daughter uses one hand to manipulate my pussy lips as she is shaving and combined with me self-pleasuring my tits, I let out a moan.

“You liking this, whore? Your nipples are all hard and I can smell your cunt heating up. You getting turned on by your daughter shaving your cunt, whore?” she asks.

“Oh, yes Mistress Stacy. I love it. I love feeling you touch me like that.”

“Isaac! I’m just about done!” Stacy yells out the door.

Isaac comes back in with the camera and Stacy carefully wipes away all traces of the shaving cream. Isaac again moves between my legs and snaps several pictures. Before and after shots he tells me.

“Do one for me,” Stacy tells him. To me, “Reach down and spread your cunt open. I want a shot of how wet you got from having your daughter shaving your pussy.”

I do as I am told and Isaac takes a few more pictures. Stacy tells me to finger my pussy and he takes pictures of that and of me being made to lick my pussy juice off my fingers. Stacy then leads me back to the living room.

Isaac is sitting on the sofa, still naked, and Stacy moves to stand in the center of the room. 

“Come over here and undress me whore. And make sure you take good care of my clothes. You fold them neatly and set them on the chair,” Mistress Stacy instructs.

I move to her and unbutton her blouse, taking great care to fold it neatly and placing it on the chair. She holds her foot out and I remove her shoes and then remove her jeans, leaving her standing in just a black bra and panty set.

“So Isaac, I was just wondering,” Stacy says looking at Isaac, “have you ever thought about fucking me?”

“Damn right I have.”

She looks at Isaac’s growing cock before speaking again. “Is knowing you are about to see your big sister naked making you hard, little brother?”

“Yeah it is.”

I couldn’t believe it. After all the fucking and sucking I had done for Isaac, here he was getting hard yet again. I then remembered how much staying power my own husband had when we were first married as teenagers. It was nothing for him to cum five or six times in a matter of three hours. Even in his thirties before he died, he could still go for three loads in less than two hours.

“Okay, whore. Time for you to finish so this stud can see what else he’s been missing out on.”

I remove Stacy’s bra and watch with a bit of jealousy, as her tits don’t even sag without the support. 

“What do you think, little bro? Not quite as big as the whore’s, but I’ve never got any complaints.”

“And you won’t get any from me,” Isaac offers his cock now fully hard and swaying a bit.

Stacy looks at me. “On your knees whore. Take my panties off with your teeth. And don’t stretch or tear the material. These are one of my favorite pair of panties.”

I move to my knees and feel a tremble run through me as I move my mouth closer to my daughter’s skin. I slip my tongue out to move the elastic and then bite the material gently with my teeth. I tug a bit but have to perform the same action on the other side so as not to over stretch the material. It takes me a solid five minutes to finally get the panties to the bottom of her legs. On the way, I noticed that my daughter’s pussy was shaved as bare as mine now was. I also could smell the aroma of her arousal. Stacy bends over and picks up the panties, then holds them to her face and sniffs.

“Guess I got a little excited too. Well since they are already dirty,” she says before running the panties up between her legs and into the slit of her pussy, soaking up her own flowing cream. 

“They will have to be washed now and I don’t want them with my nicely folded clean clothes, so where to put them,” she says looking around the room. “Oh I know.” She stops and looks at me kneeling on the floor. “Open up whore,” she says as she pushes her soaked panties into my mouth. She looks at me with my mouth full of her pussy soaked panties and lets out an evil little giggle.

Stacy moves over in front of her brother. She looks down at his cock, which from what I can tell is a thick seven inches. She shocks Isaac and me when she reachs down and takes it in her hands.

“Fuck, bro. If I knew you had this,” she says pumping her brother’s cock, “I wouldn’t have had to put up with a bunch of crappy dinners and shitty movies just to get fucked.”

Stacy lets go of Isaac’s cock and climbs on his lap straddling his legs. I watch as his cock slips into the crack of her ass cheeks. She offers a nipple to Isaac’s mouth, which he greedily sucks on. Then to further my surprise she lowers her head and shares a very passionate kiss with her brother. She lifts up and offers the other nipple to her brother and turns her head to me.

“Get over here whore. Kneel right behind me.”

Still gagged with her pussy juice soaked panties, I crawl over to them.

“Now be a good little whore and guide your son’s cock up his sister’s hot cunt,” she orders.

I take Isaac’s cock in my hand and it jumps at my touch. Stacy lifts up on her knees and I slide the head of his cock along her slit to lube him up a bit. When Stacy starts to lower herself, I hold Isaac’s cock still and watch fascinated as I see my son slide into his sister’s wet pussy. I let go of his cock and sit back on my heels.

She doesn’t move very fast, more of a slow sensual fuck. Isaac reaches up to fondle his sister’s tits. She moans and she starts to grind her hips against her brother.

“You know what I’m going to do for you little brother. I’m gonna cum all over that cock of yours.”

And she does. From my vantage point I can see the ring of her ass quiver as all the muscles in her lower body succumb to the pleasure of being fucked by her brother. She sits still for a moment, as if she is collecting her thoughts. 

“I’ve got a great idea,” Stacy tells Isaac,” something I’ve always wanted to try.” She looks back at me. “Take those out of your mouth and lick Isaac’s balls. I want you to help him build up a nice big load of cum to shoot into me.”

I remove the panties, absentmindedly folding them before setting them on the floor, and move between Isaac’s legs. I find his balls and stick my tongue out to lick them. Then Stacy lifts up on his cock and slides back down. When she does, her butt pushes my face away. The loss of contact makes Isaac grunt as he starts clawing at his sister’s hips. She lifts and I again dive in to lick and again get moved away when she pushes back down. It happens again and I hear her giggling and know she is doing this on purpose.

“Okay whore, let’s try something else. You can lick my ass while I fuck Isaac.”

This time, as I slide my tongue up to her back hole, she lifts away from me. Then she lowers herself back onto Isaac’s hard cock and squirms while I tongue her sweet young ass. The next time she lifts up and back down fucking herself with her brothers cock for about ten thrusts before settling back to where I can resume my duties. It all finally got to be too much for her though.

“Okay, Bro. Time to fill me up. That whore keeps shoving her tongue halfway up my ass and I love the way your cock fills my hot cunt. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you and the whore is gonna use her hands to milk your balls. Just make sure and tell me when you are ready to shoot, okay?”

“No problem, Sis. I’m already on the edge.”

Stacy begins really fucking Isaac’s cock. I have seen two people fucking up close, but never thought I would witness my own kids coupling. I move my hand and gently cup and squeeze Isaac’s balls. They are amazingly bloated even after all the other loads he has given up. His moans let me know I am touching him in just the right way.

“Almost there Stacy,” he grunts, “just a couple of more… Now, I’m gonna fucking cum now!”

Stacy slams back down hard and grinds her hips, working her clit over Isaac’s coarse pubic hair. I continue to milk Isaac’s balls and can feel the contractions as shot after shot erupts into his sister. I bend forward and take a chance, sticking my tongue back up Stacy’s ass.

“Oh you little fucking whore. That’s what I needed. Oh, fuck me, I’m cumming so hard,” she exclaims holding my face to her ass.

As I feel both of them begin to calm down, I move back and rest on my heels. Stacy lifts herself off Isaac’s cock, which is glistening with their combined juices. Isaac motions me over and I take his cock in my mouth and lick him clean, tasty the salty and tangy combination of a man and woman who have just cum together. When he is clean, I feel my hair being pulled to the side.

“You need to clean this mess up too, whore,” Stacy tells me guiding my face to her freshly fucked pussy.

I can see globs of Isaac’s cum oozing from her wet hole and I open my mouth and extend my tongue to start my clean up duties. I cover Stacy’s pussy with my mouth and suck, extracting even more of my son’s semen from her little fuck hole. The hands that were on the back of my head are moved and guide my hands up to my daughter’s breasts. I caress and tease her nipples and let my tongue slide up the length of her wet slit and over her clit. I can feel Stacy jerk as I make the initial contact.

I am totally engrossed in licking my daughter clean and if possible, licking her off. When I feel movement behind me, I assume it is Isaac. I should understand that as my own son, he would be just as horny all the time as I am, but it still makes me appreciate the efforts of a younger man.

“Where you gonna fuck her Isaac?” I hear Stacy ask her brother.

“I don’t know. I sure liked being up her ass. It’s so nice and tight. And I kinda like the thought of making our mother the whore take me that way,” he tells her.

“Do it then. Fuck the whore in the ass again. I loved watching you do that earlier.”

I feel Isaac slip his cock into my pussy for some lubrication and then reposition to my tight asshole. Before he pushes forward, Stacy stops him. She lifts my head from her crotch and I look at her face.

“Show us what a true whore you really are. Isaac is going to hold still where he is. I want to see you push back and take your son’s cock up your ass. Then you can finish licking my cunt,” she says pushing my head backwards as if to help me get Isaac’s cock up my ass.

It doesn’t take much effort on my part. Controlling the action, I know when to relax and allow the penetration. That and having been opened up back there earlier makes it even easier. I push, breathe, and soon feel my son’s ball sack against my pussy.

“That’s a good little whore. Now thank Master Isaac for sticking his cock in your ass. Then I want you to beg him to fuck you hard and to cum inside of you,” Stacy instructs.

“Thank you Master Isaac for putting your cock in my ass. Please fuck me hard and fast. I need to feel your big cock fucking my ass and filling me with your hot cum. Please Master, I beg you. Fuck my ass. Use it and me for your pleasure,” I chant in earnest.

Isaac does just that and as he fucks my ass hard, Stacy pulls my head back to her pussy. I’m fevered and work in a frenzy, licking and sucking her slit. I pinch her nipples a bit as I start to suck on her clit, flicking it in my mouth with my tongue.

“That’s it whore. Suck my clit. I want to give you the first taste of my cum. Fuck her hard Isaac. Make this whore make me cum. Slap her ass too,” Stacy instructs now directing the whole scene.

Isaac does as he is told. He fucks me hard and fast, slapping my ass with his bare hand. I struggle to keep my mouth affixed to Stacy’s clit and she helps by holding two handfuls of my hair pulling me into her. Both of them are calling me filthy, awful names. Names no other Mother would ever expect to be called by their own child. Bitch, cunt, cum slut, whore, cunt licker, ass fucked bitch… the list kept going. The more they talked, the hotter we all got. 

I knew I would cum when Isaac pumped his cum up my ass and I wanted to get Stacy there too. As soon as I felt Isaac start to swell I went on the attack, pinching Stacy’s nipples and sucking her clit in unison. I also hummed as I sucked so she would feel the vibrations through her clit. Her hands worked the back of my head like she was fucking herself with my face, which she basically was. Then it was time. Isaac reacted first.

“Here it comes whore. Another load of my cum up your tight little Momma whore ass,” he tells me.

Then Stacy, “Oh me too little brother. The whore is making me cum sucking on my clit, oh fuck, oh, oh…”

Then me. I knew I shouldn’t. I knew I should have tried to hold back. But I couldn’t. All the night’s events built up. My son fucking my ass. My mouth sucking my daughter’s pussy off. I kept my mouth buried in Stacy’s slit and began whimpering. I knew Isaac, who was holding still deep in my ass would feel it too. I almost passed out. When I finally calmed down I felt Isaac slide out of me, and Stacy moved my head to the sofa.

In an unexpected moment, they both cuddled and hugged me. Stacy wiping my tears away as she placed soft kisses on my cheeks. Isaac was gently rubbing my back. 

“You did good tonight,” my new Mistress tells me as she and my son lead me to my bedroom. 

“For the first time I am very pleased with you. It’s time for you to go to bed now. Tomorrow will be another day. The first day as a slave whore to your son and daughter. You sleep well and we will talk more in the morning,” she tells me as I am tucked into the warm covers of my bed.

“By the way. You can expect a severe punishment session for cumming without permission,” Isaac informs me as he turns off the lights.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face, full of anticipation of what my new future will hold for me.



Texas Momma Whore Ch. 04



My alarm sounds at 7am and I rise from my bed. I’m a bit sore, but overall pleased at the cause. You see, as of last night I became a slave whore to my son and daughter (Texas Momma Whore Ch 1-3).

I move to my bathroom and seeing the shaving cream and razor, fondly remember my daughter shaving away my pubic hair last night. I step into the shower and take stock of my situation. Last night was the first time I have had sex with another person since my husband died in an accident three years ago. His untimely death was totally devastating to the kids and me. Being younger, they were able to learn to cope with the loss much better than me. 

My husband was a very successful investment banker. As such, I never had to work and stayed home to raise the kids, our daughter Stacy and our son Isaac. As fate would have it, my husband was very over insured. I also collected a rather large settlement in the lawsuit that I filed because of his death. The company where he worked was very supportive. With their continued assistance, I have made investments that insure the children and I will never have to worry about money for the rest of our lives.

What I did have to worry about was getting on with the rest of my life. My husband was raised in a family where the women were dutiful, actually submissive to the men. My own mother had raised me in this fashion so I was extremely happy when we were married. However, being a very creative and smart man, my husband found ways to expand on the duties he expected of me.

It was nothing for him to have some of his friends over and have me strip for them to show off my body. I would then be required to service each of them under my husband’s watchful eye. At any time should I fail to please him, even in front of guests, he would punish me. By the end of our first year of marriage I was comfortable with my place and enjoyed serving my husband and doing as he wished. I would never complain or say no. I truly loved him. Then he was taken away from me. So for the last three years I sat around becoming increasingly depressed. I longed to be directed, controlled. I needed to be used, to feel wanted in the manner I had grown accustom. 

I climb from the shower, cleaned up the bathroom, made my bed, and went to the kitchen wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Stacy and Isaac gave me no instructions for the morning, so I started to try to get the house as clean as possible from the activities the night before.

We lived in a modest home in San Antonio. The house was actually paid for before my husband passed and I just decided to stay there. Although we had plenty of money, I always stayed safe being frugal when I shopped. Yes, there were some splurges on birthdays and at Christmas, but for the most part, we lived a normal middle class life, even though my bank account would put me closer to upper class. 

I sat at the table sipping a cup of coffee wondering how much control the kids would actually take. I did have one thing that I would not tell them. I had a secret bank account with $100,000 in it. So even if they wasted away all the other money, I knew I would still have money to live on. That left me free to consider what other changes they would make.

A little after ten they came down the stairs. I stood to greet them and Stacy took my purse from the table and opened it. She thumbed through my pocket book and pulled out several credit cards and my driver’s license.

“We’re going shopping. We’ll be back in three hours. Be ready to go out then. Dress conservatively. And for God’s sake clean this pig pen up,” she told me walking out the door.

I heard our old Chevy start up and rumble down the driveway before heading down the street. I looked around and wondered what pigpen she was talking about. I move down the hall and find a note on her door. 

“Clean both bedrooms and the bathroom. Bag all the clothes you find on the floor and have the Mission pick them up. If you know what is good for you, you will do a good job.”

I open her door and see her room is totally trashed with clothes all over the floor. As I look around, I realize that she has taken almost all the clothes out of her closet and dresser and thrown them on the floor. That would explain why they were going shopping. For new clothes. The same condition was found in Isaac’s room. I also noticed that the screen saver on his computer was a picture of me he took the night before with me licking my own pussy juice from my fingers.

With only three hours, I got busy and bagged all the clothes and put them in the garage. I made a note to remind myself to have them picked up the next week. With the clothes picked up, the rooms weren’t in very bad shape and I got them straightened quickly. The bathroom was another story. The floor was wet and there were towels and bottles everywhere. It took an hour just to clean that mess up. I looked at my watch and literally ran to my bedroom to change, putting on a pair of jeans and a nice top. With sneakers on my feet, I went back to the kitchen just as the Chevy pulled in the drive. 

The door opened and Isaac and Stacy walk in, almost ignoring me. They both go to the refrigerator and grab a cold drink before turning to me.

“We got some stuff in the car, whore. Go out and bring it in then we’ll get going,” Isaac tells me.

The back seat and trunk of the car are filled with boxes and bags. For the most part I can tell which room to put them in from the stores they were purchased from. I get all the packages out and return to the kitchen. Stacy is sitting at the table smoking a cigarette, a habit I didn’t even know she had. Isaac was standing by the sink leaning back against the counter.

Stacy takes a drag from the cigarette and blows the smoke in my direction looking at me, something her Father used to do to me.

“Isaac is a bit anxious this morning, whore. Get over there and suck his cock so he will calm down for awhile,” she instructs me.

I move to Isaac and kneel before him. I open his pants and free his cock, which I immediately put in my mouth. I suck on it slow and gentle waiting for it to reach it’s full size, then I slide my mouth up and down. I can tell Isaac is enjoying my efforts as he occasionally moans when I either take him deep or suck and lick on the head of his dick.

“For God’s sake would you hurry the fuck up whore,” I hear Stacy say as she moves in behind me, “I’ve got things to do and I don’t have all day to wait for you to finish sucking his cock. Here let me help.”

I start to move away wondering if Stacy was actually going to blow her own brother. Instead, she grabs the sides of my head, holding two fistfuls of hair in her hands and shoves my mouth back and forth over my son’s swollen cock. She moves me fast, making me take him in my throat and then pulling me back to the head of his cock. Isaac is really moaning now as I feel my nose buried in his curly pubic hairs and then pulled back again.

“Let me know when you are going to cum so I can hold the whore still for you,” Stacy tells Isaac still fucking his cock with my mouth.

Unable to control the action, my spit begins to dribble down my chin and from the corners of my mouth. Isaac begins to swell as he warns his sister he is getting ready to cum. She reaches down and rubs his hairy balls as she presses on the back of my head to keep Isaac’s cock deep in my throat. I work my tongue as best I can around his cock and soon feel him throb as he shoots his hot, creamy load down my throat. Years of guidance and practice with my husband keeps me calm and I continue to swallow until Stacy pulls my head back. I take a deep breath as Isaac holds his cock, wiping the last of his cum on my lips. He pushes back into my mouth and I lick him clean before getting his pants back on.

“Is that what you were planning on wearing?” Stacy asks me.

“Well…well…” I stammer.

I am totally caught off guard as Stacy lashes the side of my face with the palm of her hand.

“You fucking whore. Don’t you even remember what you are supposed to call me?” she demands.

“Yes, Mistress Stacy. I remember. I’m sorry I forgot,” I offer.

“Well which is it you stupid cunt. Do you remember or did your forget?” she yells at me.

She grabs me by the hair and literally pulls me to my bedroom. Once there she shoves me onto the floor and opens my closet door.

“I certainly hope you are not going to be more trouble than you are worth. You better learn real fucking quick how I want things done around here,” she berates while pulling clothes out of my closet and throwing them on the floor.

“Here. This is better. Put this on,” she says holding a short-skirted sundress. “And these,” she says throwing a pair of open toed sandals at me.

I pull off my shirt and jeans and start to slide the dress over my head.

“No underwear. Just stop right there,” Stacy instructs.

I freeze where I am and feel my daughter unhooking my bra and literally ripping the straps off me and tossing it aside. She pulls my panties down and I lift my feet to let her take those off me as well.

“Now hurry up and get changed. And fix your lips too. It seems they got a bit smudged while Isaac was fucking your face. Wear bright red, it will match the dress nicely. And some nice perfume too,” my daughter says before walking out of my bedroom.

“Yes, Mistress Stacy,” I respond, although she is already down the hall.

I quickly get myself ready and return to the kitchen. Stacy and Isaac are both looking at the newspaper, neither looking at me as I enter the room.

“Go wait in the car, whore. We’ll be there in a little bit,” my son instructs me.

I walk out to the driveway, get in, and sit down. I patiently wait wondering what is in store for me next. After about twenty minutes my children appear. Isaac starts laughing loudly, but I don’t know why.

“God you’re right, Sis. She is a stupid cunt. Get in the back seat bitch. You don’t drive me anywhere,” my son tells me opening the driver’s door.

I blush from embarrassment and quickly move to the back seat. Isaac starts the car and we head down the street. I want so badly to ask where we are going, but know better. I am already in trouble for cumming last night without permission and Stacy has already shown me that she isn’t going to let me get too far out of hand.

“Sit in the middle,” Stacy tells me. I scoot over and she turns in the passenger seat. “Pull your skirt up, whore. Now spread your legs for me. Very good, slut. Now finger your cunt for me. We have a bit of a ride and that will keep me entertained.”


I slowly slide a finger along my slit. It feels strange not having any hair around my pussy. I haven’t kept it shaved for the three years since my husband died. I close my eyes and start to lose myself in a dream world of sexual submission. One that I am quickly brought out of.

“Open your eyes whore. I want you to look at me while you play with yourself. You’re playing with yourself for my amusement, not your pleasure,” Stacy orders.

“Yes, Mistress Stacy.”

I look deep into her eyes. So sweet and innocent. So mean and determined. Oh, I do love her so much. She is the control I need in my life. I have waited three years for this. I will do anything for her. I steal a glance and notice Isaac has the mirror tilted down looking at me fingering my cunt. I would do anything for him too. Oh, god I’m going to cum. In the backseat of this car, driving down the highway, with my two children watching, forcing me to pleasure myself for their amusement. Oh, Oh, Oh…

“Stop!” Stacy yells loudly. “Don’t you dare fucking cum without my permission. Keep your hand right where it is. Did I tell you to cum?”

“No, Mistress Stacy, you didn’t.”

“And you were about to cum, weren’t you, whore?”

“Yes, Mistress Stacy, I was.”

“And what were you thinking about? What thought was going through your mind as you were getting ready to displease me?

“I was thinking of you and Master Isaac. How happy I am that the two of you will be controlling my life from now on. I was thinking about how much I enjoy serving and pleasing you both. I will do anything the two of you say. Anytime, anywhere, as long as I know you will be here to take care of me,” I admit quietly, still shaking from the near orgasm.

Stacy’s eyes soften a bit as she looks me in the eyes. She reaches out for my other hand, which I give to her. She squeezes my hand softly before speaking to me again, still looking past my eyes and into my soul.

“Cum for me now, my sweet little whore.”

I pinch my clit once and then rub it maybe three times before I hold my Mistress’s hand tightly, screaming loudly as I cum. Once I finish, she let’s go of my hand. I’m a bit surprised when she takes my other hand and guides it to her mouth, licking her mother’s pussy juice from my fingers.

“When we get where we are going, we’ll find out if you are willing to do whatever we say.”

And with that, her evil grin returns with a giggle. I almost came again.



Texas Momma Whore Ch. 05



Isaac guides the old Chevy into the car dealership. I had figured since Stacy took my credit cards this morning and went shopping with her brother what was happening, that the two had planned on getting all the things they had wanted but I would never buy for them. All the boxes and bags from their earlier shopping trip were from the Mall. A place that I only shopped for them at Christmas and birthdays. I tended to be very conservative although I had the means to give my children a very different life. Apparently, with my son and daughter in control of me, and thus the money, they were going to change that as well.

Isaac had been pestering me for years to buy a new car. The old Chevy, my husband's car before he died, was paid off. Yes, it did require a bit of maintenance here and there, but it was cheaper than buying a new car. The paint was faded, but all in all, it was still very dependable. It didn't surprise me that Isaac and Stacy would take this chance to replace the old car.

We walked down the rows of cars, looking at different models. I would walk with them and stand in front of each car as they look over each one. What really began to shock me was how my young daughter of 21 was in total control of, well, of everything. At one point a salesman approached offering me his hand, which Stacy interceding and took on my behalf. She even controlled this man, a stranger that she had never met.

"Hi, folks. I'm Mark. Can I interest you in a car today? What is it your looking for?" he asks holding out his hand to me.

Stacy moves to take his hand and then his mind. "Mark, give me your card," she says before looking him up and down. A move that is usually reserved for men when they mentally undress a woman standing before them. With card in hand she continues. "Mark we are going to make a purchase today, but for now, we don't want your help. When we are ready, I will come looking for you. I know how this has to work. You will make your deals, and I will make some too. I think in the end though we will all be very, how should I say, satisfied. Now be a good little man and run back to your office and wait for us."

"Yes, Ma'am," Mark replies to the back of Stacy's head as she turns and walks away from him.

Stacy and Isaac separate looking at different cars. By some unspoken understanding, I stayed with my daughter. After about thirty minutes of looking, we go find Isaac. He shows Stacy a truck he likes and she looks at the truck carefully, taking note of the options and sticker price. Stacy then guides us back to the showroom, where she asks for Mark.

Mark arrives and leads us towards one of those partitioned cubicles, before Stacy takes control again.

"You know Mark. I would be much more comfortable in a separate room. Maybe a conference room. A place with a little bit more privacy. I like to pace when I negotiate a deal. That, and there are some things in my counter offer that I just don't need the whole sales staff hearing."

"Yes, Ma'am. Right this way then," Mark says escorting us to a small but pleasant conference room.

"So did you find what you were looking for?" Mark asks.

"No we didn't, Mark. Actually, I'm quite disappointed. I have seen all your TV and newspaper ads and to be honest, your selection is quite limited. You have mostly the same car in a bunch of different colors," she tells him.

"Well we can search for anything you want and get it here in a couple of days, that's not a problem."

"Yes, it is a problem, Mark," Stacy says his name in a very condescending tone, "You see we came to buy a car today. I do not have time to fuck around looking and dealing. Either I walk out of here within one hour with what I want, or you will lose the sale of a lifetime," she declares.

"Well, okay. So did you find a car you are willing to deal on then?" he asks puzzled and apparently disoriented that he was the one getting the high pressure sales tactics.

"Yes, these two," she says giving him the stock numbers from memory.

"Great, no problem let me get the files and I'll tell you what the price is," Mark says feeling back in control. But only for a fleeting second.

"No, Mark. Sit down. Here is what I am willing to pay for the vehicles," she says giving him the figures while Mark scratched out some notes. Stacy even included our old car, quoting the blue book value, actual value, how much she wanted for the car, and how much he could re-sell it for.

"Now, Mark, no offense, but you're basically just a paper processing flunky. I know that all deals will go through the sales manager. You show him what I have given you and then bring him back to me. It's up to you, to convince him to take this deal. Now go little boy."

And go he did. I sat in awe at my precious little girl. Pushing around this 30 something year old guy as if he were a six-year-old. Soon enough, Mark walks back in and introduces the sales manager.

"Hi, I'm Harry. Mark has told me of your offer, but I just don't think we can make that kind of deal right now. I don't assume you would be willing to listen to our offer?" he asks having seen this type of customer before.

"No not at all, but as I told Mark, the clock is ticking," Stacy levelly replies not showing an ounce of concern.

Harry lays out a deal for the vehicles in front of Stacy. She never even looks at the page. When he finishes, Harry asks her what she thinks of the deal. Big mistake.

Looking Harry right in the eyes, she lets him have it. "Harry, I am quite honestly offended by your offer. You may think I am just some young foolish girl here to toy and play with you. I tell you what, let me give you another offer. I know these two vehicles have been on the lot for almost four months. I know exactly," she emphasized, " how much money you are losing by not selling them. Let me sweeten the pot so to say, and then you tell me what you think. 

"You will take the offer I made to you. You will have the cars sent back and prepped. You will give the paperwork to some flunky to process. By the way, did I mention this would be a cash sale?" she says watching Harry's eyes light up. "And while the paperwork is being prepared, I'll let you use my little whore here to entertain yourselves with."

I was shocked. She was offering for me to do sexual favors with these men to make a car deal. I was also getting very turned on by the idea. God she was good. Not even my husband had every thought of doing that.

Stacy looks over at me," Be a good little whore and stand up and show the men here what they will be missing if I walk out that door." I stand up in front of the table. "Climb up on the table and hold your dress up so they can see how ready you are to make this deal."

I climb onto the table, move to the other side, and lift my dress to my neck. The nipples on my big tits were hard and sticking out and there would be no way they could miss seeing my shaved cunt.

"Show them how wet you are whore. Spread those cunt lips so they can get a good look at what they won't be getting in trade for a stupid car deal," Stacy instructs.

I do as she says and stand before them, reaching down and parting my wet pussy to them.

"You know my offer is more than fair. I know you both need to make a living. You both probably have frigid wives at home who demand more money from you than you can already make. Here's your chance to get caught up on your sales and have a little fun too. So do we have a deal gentlemen?"

Mark is looking very anxious towards Harry. I decide to improvise and slide a finger into my wet pussy and pull it out, letting my dress fall back down. I lewdly suck the finger into my mouth and then rub my hands over my tits before climbing off the table and sitting down. Harry stares at me with his mouth slack jawed.

"Well, fuck the clock, let's go," Stacy says standing, breaking Harry's trance-like state.

"No, wait. You got a deal. Just let me go get someone started on the paperwork and I'll be right back," he says jumping from the table, apparently oblivious to the tent in his pants.

"Isaac, go out and watch the men take care of the cars. Make sure they do a good job," Stacy tells her bother.

"Okay, Stacy." Poor boy. Even at 18 he has already been pussy whipped by his older sister. It is obvious to me that she is now in charge of my life and her brother's. Moreover, she will make full use of us whenever she wants.

"Mark, why not come over here on this side of the table. I know my Mom would love to have you sit on the table while she sucks on your hard cock. You don't mind if I stay and watch do you? I mean she does belong to me and I would feel bad for a few seconds if anything bad happened to her."

"She's your Mother?" Mark asks in a shocked tone.

"Well yes and no. She gave birth to my brother and me, but now we own her. She's our precious little whore. Isn't that right, whore?" she asks of me.

I feel my face turn red from the embarrassment but answer anyway, just as Harry walks in the door, closes and locks it. "Yes, Mistress Stacy. I belong to you and your brother and will do whatever you wish."

"Good little whore. Now get that dress off and suck Mark's cock for him," she instructs me. 

I stand and remove the sundress and take Mark's cock in my mouth as he sits on the edge of the table. He's not very big but he is thick enough to stretch my mouth as he pushes in.

"Hey, Harry. This bitch is their mother, "Mark says excitedly.

"That's right Harry," Stacy says to the man of about 45 years, "She's my whore and now yours for a little while. Why not get behind her and fuck her like you need it. Give it to her the way your wife won't take it. Fuck my Momma Whore good. She'll love it."

Harry steps behind me and drops his pants. I feel him guide the head of his cock along my sloppy slit before he pushes into me in one hard thrust, causing me to take Mark's cock all into my mouth. Harry bangs at me for a while and then slows his tempo, not wanting to waste the opportunity on a quick cum. Mark on the other hand isn't so fortunate.

"God Damn. This is like a fucking dream come true. It's like living in a fucking porn movie, having some slut suck my cock while she gets fucked by another guy," he says.

I know that feeling and cup his balls as I suck hard and fast on the man. His curly brown hair tickles my nose as he grabs my head and pushes me down on his cock as it spurts into the back of my throat. I continue to suck and lick him until he pushes me away, too sensitive to take anymore. 

"Mark," Harry says, " Go out and check on that paperwork. Tell them to take off another ten percent, my orders. Lock the door on your way out and keep your fucking mouth shut about this. I'll be out when I am done."

Mark leaves while Harry keeps pumping my hot cunt. I'm a bit surprised by the next counter offer from my daughter.

"Harry, that is so nice of you to sweeten the deal. Maybe I could repay your kindness. I think I know something that you will like," Stacy says standing.

She quickly strips naked and sits on the edge of the table in front of me.

"Harry, would you like to see my Momma whore eat my pussy. She's really good at it."

"Oh yeah. I'd love to see that," he says.

"Then tell her. Tell her what you want her to do," Stacy instructs while running her hands over her hardening nipples.

"Eat your daughter's pussy whore. Suck it and lick it and make her cum while I fuck you."

Stacy takes my head and pulls it to her pussy. She smells so fresh and sweet as I slide my tongue along her slit. She moves my hands up so I can play with her tits and do so as I slide my tongue into her tangy opening. I know Harry is behind me watching, giving me short, hard thrusts as he watches. 

"That's it whore, tongue fuck your daughter's sweet pussy while I fuck your sloppy hole," Harry says.

"Harry, if her cunt is too sloppy for you, you can always stick it in her ass. In fact, I think she would like that. Whore, tell the man you would like that," Stacy instructs.

"Yes, sir. Please fuck my ass with your cock. I want to feel you fucking my ass while I make my daughter cum with my whore mouth," I plead.

Harry wastes no time in repositioning himself. Just like with my pussy, he shoves in with one solid thrust, impaling my ass on his hard cock. He keeps this up while I continue to lick at my daughter's pussy, nibbling at her clit to make her moan as I pinch and pull on her nipples.

"Harry, would you do me a favor," Stacy asks, "Would you slap this whore's ass while you fuck her so she will get on with making me cum. I truly am enjoying watching you ass fuck my Momma whore, but I haven't cum since she licked me off last night, and I really need to cum again."

Harry slaps my cheeks while fucking my ass. I know how to set Stacy off and work over her clit with my tongue, sucking it into my mouth as I tease her nipples. She starts to quiver and moan, holding my head tight to her young cunt.

"Harry, cum with me," she says, "fill her ass with your cum while I fill her mouth with mine. Oh, fuck, Harry, do it. Fill my mom's whore ass with your cum. Do it now baby, do it…Arghhhhh."

I feel Stacy's pussy spasm as she cums just as Harry pounds several more times hard into my ass before he begins to fill me with his cum. He doesn't hold still like Isaac did and continues to thrust in and out in short movements as his load floods my ass.

He pulls out and sits in a nearby chair. Stacy begins to dress and tells me to lick the man clean so he can go see about our cars. After licking Harry's cock clean from fucking my ass, he gets up and walks out of the room. I dress and sit next to my daughter.

In about ten minutes, Harry returns with the paperwork. I sign in all the right places and Harry hands Stacy his card, offering to do anything she needed in the future. Isaac gets in his truck and tells Stacy that he will be home after he shows his truck to his friends. I climb into Stacy's convertible and she begins to drive away.

We pull up to the first traffic light and I notice the man in the next care looking at us. Stacy leans over and kisses my cheek, pinching one of my nipples while he stares. I blush and as he drives away, Stacy speaks to me.

"You did very well whore. We got both cars at dealer cost along with several upgrades for free. I hope you can appreciate what I am doing for you," she says reaching under my dress and fingering my pussy. "By the way, tomorrow we go looking for my new house. The one where I am in charge and control everyone and everything. I'm sure you will do your part to make sure we get a good price."

God I love my daughter so much.



Texas Momma Whore Ch. 06



It’s been about a month now since we moved into our new house, actually Stacy’s new house. She decided that it would be better if we moved to Austin to be closer to the college since Isaac will be starting there in the fall, as well as her returning to her classes.

With most of the decorating done, the house was beginning to take shape. We also had time to adjust to our new way of life and everything was going along rather well. I still never knew what to expect from either Isaac or Stacy. Since I had become their Momma Whore, they frequently used me both together and separate. Stacy made all the rules fairly clear.

Isaac is allowed to control and use me as he wished, as long as he causes no permanent physical harm and did not contradict any of Stacy’s orders. This isn’t a problem for him. As an 18 year old young man, he is more interested in using me to take as much of his cum as he can shoot my way. When he is with Stacy, he plays the dominant part as best as he can, but he still needs a lot of work.

Stacy on the other hand was obviously molded in her Father’s image of control, discipline, and demanded pleasure. Every part of my life is dictated by my daughter, much to my delight. I never worried about anything, except maybe making her mad. She is also as ruthless with punishment as her Father was.

The house that Stacy had me buy for her was chosen for several qualities. First, it had a swimming pool. Second, it was on an isolated piece of property with no neighbors close by. And third, it had a basement, where my room was. There are four bedrooms on the second floor, two of them suites that my son and daughter occupied. Isaac, a Master of not only me but also all electronic goodies, has wired the house with an intercom system as well as close circuit TV. The TV system was controlled by the new computer in his bedroom and from what I had learned about it, he can do anything with it.

For example, the cameras in my room are always on and available to Stacy and Isaac for viewing my activities. Virtually every room in the house was monitored with the exception of their two bedrooms. The intercom worked much the same way. My room is always bugged so they could not only see but also hear me. At the flip of a switch from any room in the house, either of them can command my presence. It is quite common for me to be ‘called’ into either room any time of the day or night. I love the house and the part I play in it.

It was a lazy summer afternoon, with college classes for Isaac and Stacy starting back up in a few weeks. We were all out by the pool enjoying the warm afternoon sun. Stacy was sitting in a chair typing on her laptop computer that Isaac had hooked up with a wireless Internet connection. I was at her feet, rather under her feet, as I was on my hands and knees facing away from her and she had her feet propped up on my ass and back like a footstool.

Isaac was swimming laps, his body showing the signs of working out in the home gym Stacy had installed. He climbed out of the pool, and since he was as naked as Stacy and me, I had a good view of his cock and hairless balls swaying as he strolled over to the table. That was another change Stacy had made. She told her brother that she wanted his balls bare and the rest of his pubic hair neatly trimmed, a task I carefully perform for him every other day.

He gets to the table and picks up a beer, chugging most of it down all at once. Stacy is still typing on her laptop and occasionally would move a foot down and push a toe in and out of my pussy. She calls her brother over to her as she seems to absently play with my pussy.

“What do you think of this?” she asks him.

“Wow, that’s cool. You gonna do something like that?” he asks as I wonder what she is showing him.

“I might. I have some new friends that say they can help me design and build it. In fact I am chatting with them now,” she tells him. “That reminds me, how do I send a stream again?”

I hear Isaac shuffle over to his sister and tell her how to send a camera feed from our house to someone over the Internet.

“Great. You know Isaac, it’s pretty warm out her. I think you better give the whore a drink so she doesn’t dehydrate on us.”

Isaac walks over in front of me; I can see his feet from my head down position.

“Here, whore. Stick out your tongue,” my Master instructs.

I hold my tongue out and Isaac turns his bottle of beer over. All that is in the bottle is a layer of foam at the bottom and he pours it out onto my tongue. I lap at it before he uses the long neck of the bottle on my mouth like a cock. I close my mouth around it and he slides it in and out, fucking my mouth with the glass container. Stacy is still running her feet over my ass, occasionally dipping a toe into my wet pussy. Isaac pulls the bottle from my mouth and I again hold my tongue out as he pours the remaining foam on my tongue.

“You better give her something else. Looks like she needs more,” Stacy tells her younger brother.

Isaac sets the bottle down and holding the side of my head feeds me his semi-erect cock. I open my mouth to him, sucking and licking at it until it is fully hard. When it is, he grabs my head by the hair and works himself in and out of my mouth, holding my head still. After several minutes, Isaac removes his hands but his hips keep working his thick cock in and out of my mouth. I hear him pop the top on another beer and begin to drink it as he fucks my face. He suddenly pulls his cock from my mouth, leaving my mouth still formed in an “O.”

“Hold your tongue out whore,” he instructs.

I do and am giving another helping of beer foam. Isaac then shoves his cock back in my mouth, repeating twice more the sequence of face fucking me while drinking a beer and then pouring the foamy remains over my tongue.

After I here him set the bottle down on the table, he takes my hair in his hands again. Up to this point his actions were fairly slow and deliberate, in and out of my whore mouth. Now, holding me, he picks up speed. He fucks my mouth hard and fast, as he does all my whore holes. I can feel his smooth balls slapping my chin with each thrust and my nose tickles at the trim patch of fur over his cock when he fucks deep into my eager mouth. 

Stacy, for her part, keeps teasing me with her feet. Where at one time she was just running her big toe over and occasionally into my pussy, now she has taken a toe wet from being in my hot cunt, and slides it in my ass. Her other foot now assaults my pussy, toe fucking me as Isaac uses my mouth. I know what she is doing, but I am powerless to stop it. She is trying to make me cum, something I am not allowed to do without permission. And with my mouth full of my son’s cock, I can’t ask. Her toe fucking is matching the speed of Isaac fucking my mouth. I know I will cum, and I know I will be punished for doing it.

“That’s it bitch. Suck my cock. I love fucking your face like the whore that you are. Time for you to get your drink now. Open wide and stick your tongue out whore,” my son instructs.

Isaac holds my head still with one hand. I hold my tongue out, licking at the underside of his cock head. I look up at his face and watch as his other hand strokes his cock. Stacy removes her toe from my pussy and runs it over my clit, causing me to jump. When she begins to use her toenail to scrape along my clit, I begin to moan and groan, getting closer to the edge myself.

Isaac holds his cock head against my tongue and stops stroking. I lick the underside until he starts to groan. Then her starts pumping. Pumping his hot cum into my mouth and on my face. By the time his second spurt of cum erupts from his cock, I am cumming too. My ass is bucking in the air as Stacy continues to flick my clit with her toe.

Isaac squeezes the last drops of his load to the end of his cock and he allows me to take him into my mouth to suck him clean. He pulls out and wipes the cum on my face with his cock before feeding it all to me. Once done he moves to a chair and sits before opening another beer. I remain on my hands and knees, still panting and shaking, Stacy’s feet no longer teasing me.

“Good job, Isaac,” his sister comments, “And you, whore. Did you cum without permission?”

“Yes, Mistress Stacy, I did cum without permission. I’m sorry,” I answer.

“Well then you will need to be punished. Unfortunately, I have a date to get ready for. Isaac, would you mind taking care of the whore for me,” Stacy asks her brother.

“No, problem, Sis,” my son says learning that evil grin that Stacy uses on me to make my pussy wet with anticipation.

“Okay, well have fun then,” Stacy says heading in the house. “Whore I want you to be ready for me when I come home around midnight. I will either get fucked or I won’t. Don’t know yet. But either way, I will be using you when I get home.”

“Yes, Mistress Stacy. I look forward to you using me for your pleasure,” I reply thinking of licking some strangers cum out of her hot pussy.

“Well. Looks like we have some time to kill,” Isaac says to me. “We can do one of two or three things. And not being as much of a control freak as Stacy, I may even give you a choice. We can either go inside and I can whip your tits, ass and pussy for cumming without permission, or we can go for a nice ride in my truck. What do you think, whore?”

‘”Why make choices, Master Isaac. Why not just do both to me? A little punishment now will go a long way to making sure I please you later, don’t you think?” I respond.

“You’re right, whore. Let’s go,” he says leading me into the house. “You know I know about a dozen guys that would love to be in my shoes right now.”

I lustily think to myself how nice it would be to meet all of them too. Once we get in the house, Isaac leads me to the basement. The room is bare with basically a tile floor. He directs me to stand in the middle of the room. He lowers the hoist, attaching my wrists to the restrains and then pulls me up until I am standing only on the tips of my toes. Next he attaches a bar to my ankle restraints to keep my legs spread wide.

I hear him walk over to the table where most of my discipline toys are kept. He moves in behind me and I start to tremble with anticipation. One of the things my husband taught me early in my married life was to take punishment well. I had even been known to mess up on purpose, just to be where I was right now. Tied and at the mercy of my tormentor. Unfortunately, my tormentor just wasn’t up to the task. However, I had a plan to solve that.

The first touch of the paddle to my bare ass was considerably light. I had hoped Isaac was just warming up, but the next several ones were not much better. So…

“My God, Isaac. Is that the best you can do? Hasn’t your fucking sister taught you anything?”

“Huh?” he responds slightly startled by my comments.

“It feels like you are trying to give me a massage with that thing. Haven’t you ever been mad at me? There has to be a time. Something I did that really pissed you off. I want you to be that mad now about me cumming without permission,” I implore him. God I wish Stacy had done this herself. That girl can swing a mean paddle and heaven help you if she puts a whip in her hand.

Isaac tries again. The paddle hits a little hard the next few times, but still not very effective on a true submissive whore like me. I try again.

“I think you’re gay. That must be it. I bet those twelve friends of yours would know how to take care of me. I bet they would beat my ass and the make me fuck and suck each one of them. And I bet you would just stand there and watch wouldn’t you. On the other hand, maybe you would like for them to give you the same treatment. My God, how the hell did I raise a gay son?”

“I am not gay you fucking whore,” Isaac yells, bringing the paddle down hard on my ass. The sensation causes me to jump and sway from the hit. “Do you think it’s gay when I fuck your mouth” he says with another solid hit on my soon to be red ass. “I have fucked you over and over, you know I ain’t gay. Hell, you’ve even seen me fuck my sister. That ain’t gay. I’ll show you who’s boss here,” he comments loudly while blistering my ass. 

I feel the heat building, spreading from my ass to my dripping cunt. Isaac moves away and comes back to stand in front of me with a leather Cat of nine tails. He whips on my tits as I jump when a leather strand attacks my hard nipples. 

“I know what kind of a whore you are. You like it hard, rough, fast, and lots of it,” he says between swats at my tits. “And by the time I am done with you tonight, you’ll wish you had never pissed me off like this,” he says changing his swing and whipping at my shaved cunt. 

I tremble, shake and moan as he alternates working on my tits and pussy. It feels so good. And so promising if he can actually use me up tonight as he says. I moan louder with each of his hits and finally have to ask.

“Please Master, may I cum. I know I am just a sorry whore for you, but your whipping is making me hot. Please, Sir, I beg you. Please let me cum while you whip my tits and cunt.”

“Why you nasty little whore. I can’t believe you actually can cum while I whip you. Tell you what, you promise me you will do everything I ask of you tonight, and I will let you cum?”

“Oh yes, Master. I promise, I will do anything you want. Anything. Just please whip me and give me permission to cum. It feels so nasty to have my son, my Master whipping me like this. I want to show you how much I love you and enjoy your punishment of me. Please let me cum for you Master,” I beg in earnest.

“Do it whore,” he says as he starts to work my pussy into a froth. Each time a strand of the leather connects with my clit, I get closer and closer. I pant and gasp for air, the combination of the pain and the pleasure almost too much to bear. He never lets up, working me up to a fevered pitch. And all too soon he stops. I begin to sob uncontrollably, not even having enough strength to beg for more. I am so close, so fucking close, and he stops. My pussy is on fire, so badly needing relief. I open my eyes and look at him. He is staring at me while I try to compose myself. 

“Now,” is all he says as he lashes into my dripping cunt. His hand reaches out to pinch my hard nipples and I explode in a scream of ecstasy. I never notice that my son has dropped the whip and is now between my legs, softly licking me. His tongue moves the entire length of my slit and when he reaches my clit, he nibbles on it and I cum again.

I am covered with sweat when he lowers and releases my arms. I can’t stop gasping for air, my breath is sharp and ragged. Isaac walks me to my room and laying me on the bed, he covers me with a blanket.

“You rest for awhile. I’ll wake you later and take you out to have the fun I promised.”

I sleep curled up with a contented smile on my face.



Texas Momma Whore Ch. 07



Isaac calls down to my room waking me.  There is no clock, so I have no idea how long I slept, but I feel wonderfully refreshed.  As he instructed, I take a shower and after applying make-up, dress to his specifications.

His specifications?  A blue silk halter top, tied under my tits and barely containing them.  A short black leather mini skirt that will do little to hide the fact I will not be wearing any panties and a pair of knee high black boots that match the skirt, complete with five inch heels.

I check my make-up and climb the stairs to find Isaac sitting on the sofa.  I walk to him and stand, waiting for his approval.

“Now that’s the way a whore should look.  Turn around and bend over,” he instructs.

I do, and can feel the skirt rise up my ass as I bend forward.  I feel his hand gently rub my exposed ass.

“I hope your ass isn’t too sore,” he comments referring to my earlier punishment.

“No, Master, its not too bad.  And I forgot then, but thank you for punishing me.  I was bad and deserved to be corrected.”

“I know I’m new to this, but I promise that I will try to do better to control you.  I understand now just how much you seem to enjoy it,” my son says to me letting his hand run from my ass down between my legs.

“Yes, Master.  I do love to be used and abused.  And it gives me great pleasure to serve you in anyway you want.  Is there anything I can do for you now?”  I ask hopefully.

“No, that will have to wait.  I do have plans that I want to keep to.  But I think you will find my plans to your particular sort of liking.”

“Yes, sir.  I’m sure I will,” I reply hopefully as he removes his hand from my constantly horny pussy.

I follow my son out to the new truck that he bought.  It is a bright yellow one with the big tires on it.  Isaac loves that truck and takes great care to make it look the way he wants.  He opens the passenger side door for me and I realize that it is so high I will have problems getting in.  

“Here, let me help you get in,” Isaac offers sweetly.  

I turn around thinking he will maybe lift me or give me a boost or something and surprise to see him whip off his leather belt.  He swings and it connects soundly with my ass.

“Get in the fucking truck, whore,” he says as he swings the belt again.

I find a place to grab and pull myself into the truck.  Isaac, who is learning quickly I might add, just laughs with an evil grin on his face.  I suddenly realize that I might have awakened a sleeping monster.  But I can only hope.

Once in the truck, Isaac heads down the road towards the Interstate.  As usual, I have no idea where we are going and know I can’t ask.  I actually like it that way as it adds to the excitement of the trip.  I never know if I am being taken somewhere naughty or nice.  By not knowing, even a trip to the grocery store can be fun.

The stereo Isaac had installed in his truck is playing a loud, thumpy tune.  Once we get to I-35, Isaac turns the truck north.  He settles onto the freeway and adjusts the truck’s cruise control.  I watch the scenery as we roll down the highway.  Then, without warning, Isaac reaches over and tugs at the knot of my halter top.  He opens the knot allowing the top to open.  His hand reaches in, pinching and pulling on my sensitive nipples.

“Slide over a bit, whore,” he instructs.

I move over and he plays with my tits with his right hand while guiding the truck with his left.  He reaches into my loose top and continues to amuse himself.

“Your top’s in the way, whore.  Take it off,” he commands.

I feel a bit nervous, but with the dark window tinting and how high the truck sits I feel secure about exposing myself for him.  I remove the top and he continues using my tits as his playthings.  I see an eighteen wheeler up ahead and realize at the speed we are going we will pass it.  I feel a bit anxious as we zip right by the truck, but the dark tint works in my favor.  Regardless, I still let a slow breath of relief out.  

Isaac pulls me closer to him on the bench seat and puts his arm over my shoulder so he can continue to play and stimulate me.  As he moves over to pass another truck, I become shocked as he slows down by the cab of the truck and then lowers the passenger side power window.  I keep looking straight ahead knowing full well that if the driver were looking, he would see my son playing with my 38DDs.  I feel myself tense and my breathing start to speed up; a mixed feeling of relief and a tingle of excitement overcomes me as well.

Isaac moves past the truck.  I know the driver got a good look from the ‘thank you’ blast on the powerful air horn.

“Now wasn’t that fun,” Isaac says.  “How did you feel knowing that driver could see me playing with your tits, whore?”

“It was kind of embarrassing, but kind of exciting too, Master,” I tell him.

As he pulls off the interstate, he tells me to tie my top back up.  I remain a bit anxious about where we are going and still feel a bit excited about flashing the trucker.

“Maybe next time we can take a longer ride and give those drivers a real show,” he tells me before climbing out of the truck.

“I will be happy to do whatever you say, Master,” is my smiling response.

“Well, we’re about to see about that,” he says.

I’m not exactly sure where we are.  It looks like an old downtown section of a town I haven’t been in before.  We walk along the streets filled with a few people, apparently shopping at what few stores there seems to be.  I receive a few stares from both men and women as my son and I walk down the sidewalk.  As we turn the corner, I have a feeling I know where we are heading.

In its day, it was probably the main attraction in the downtown area.  It was probably a once well known, well respected part of the community.  I wasn’t sure what its reputation was now, not even knowing it was here.  I wonder to myself as money is exchanged how many people in this part of Texas do know it’s here.  I walk slightly behind Isaac as I realize this is the first time I have every been to an adult cinema.

I’m a bit surprised by the inside of the place.  I fully expected to see a run down, seedy place.  What I do find is a very well remodled facility.  I follow my son about mid way down and we take a seat almost perfectly in the center of the theater.  Hard core porn is already playing as I sit and look to see a young blonde being ass fucked by one big black stud while another feeds her his cock.  Trying to be casual I look around and notice maybe a dozen people, all men I assume, sitting quietly watching the action.  Each is spread with about two rows between them, in the different sections of the theater.  Not hard to do since it looks like the theater could hold about 500 people.  I grin inwardly wondering what it would be like to have 500 people all in one room watching fuck flicks.

I see movement out of the corner of my eye and notice a man walk down the isle behind us.  He stops behind Isaac and bends down to say something to him.  Isaac listens and then just nods his head before the man walks on down the isle.  I’m sure my heart skipped a couple of beats as the man reached the end and started walking towards me, finally taking a seat next to me.  I try to move closer to Isaac and am rewarded when he puts his arm around me.  Isaac surprises me by taking his arm from around my shoulder and moving his hand to my throat.

“Hold still,” he whispers.  Then he unties my halter top, partially exposing my tits.  His hand moves from my throat to the back of my neck, where he keeps a firm, but not overly tight grip on me.  I continue to watch the screen as the two men fucking the blonde both pull out one at a time, covering the young girl in their cum.  It’s at that point that I feel the familiar stirrings in my own pussy.  I also feel something else.  The man sitting next to me has reached over and is running his hands over my tits, causing my already stimulated nipples to get even harder.  

I watch the porn slut wipe the cum off her face and then lick her fingers clean.  The next movie starts without a break, all the while the man next to me keeps playing with my tits.  This movie appears to star a redhead girl that looks a little older than the typical runaway made to fuck on film porn starlet.  In the two minute plot explanation, she is frustrated because her husband doesn’t fuck her enough.  She goes to the store and within another two minutes, she is in the stock room with two boys.

I feel movement on my leg and glance my eyes down to see Isaac lifting my skirt to my waist.  In mere seconds, the strange man next to me will be able to see my shaved cunt in the light from the screen.  In addition, if the man or my son notices, they will see that I am becoming very wet with arousal.  

I here the sound of a zipper and know the man next to me is pulling his cock out.  My son begins to play with my tits now and as if on queue, the man reaches down and runs his hand up the inside of my thigh, not stopping until he finds my wet, hot cunt.  


“Reach over and stroke his cock,” Isaac whispers to me.

My hand moves over and I find the man’s erect cock as he begins to stroke my slit.  A moan escapes my mouth and I begin to jerk him up and down.  The man fingers my pussy for a moment and then removes it before wiping it across my lips.  I open my mouth and Isaac pushes my head forward to suck the finger clean.  The man next to me lets out a stifled moan.

I stroke his cock faster as his hand returns to finger me.  As I stroke him, I can feel the wetness of his pre-cum seeping out.  I lean over and tell Isaac.

“Wipe it on your finger and then lick it off, whore,” he instructs, pinching my nipple for emphasis.

I hold the man’s cock at the base and pull up, trying to get as much of his cum lube I can get.  I see as he sits back and watches me take my hand from him and lick his juice off my finger.  As I lick, my son leans over to me.

“Tell him what you need, whore.  Beg him for it.”

I sit back up straight for a moment before I feel Isaac’s hand tighten on my neck.  I lean over to the man, his hand still working on my wet cunt.

“Sir, I need to suck your cock.  I need to suck your cock and then have you cum on my face and tits.  Please, sir, will you stand in front of me so I can suck you off?”

As if he has known me all my adult life, he stands up in front of me saying, “Sure, whore, whatever you need.”

I move forward as Isaac keeps pressure on my neck.  The man takes over holding the sides of my head as he works his cock in and out of my slutty mouth.  His cock isn’t very big and he easily shoves it all into my mouth on each thrust.  He jacks my mouth over his cock and increases his pace.  I feel the twitch before he speaks.

“Do it whore, jerk my cum on your face.  Do it, now,” He says pulling himself from my mouth but holding my head close to his cock.  

I stroke his spit covered cock fast, reaching down with my other hand to cup and squeeze his balls.  He groans and I open my mouth.  His first volley of cum goes into my hair and probably the seat behind me.  I re-aim while still stroking and milk him off into my mouth while some dribbled on my tits.  When he is done he shoves his deflating cock back in my mouth and I lick him clean.  He tucks himself away and scurries out of the theater.  By the time I finish cleaning my face and tits with my hands, and then with my lips, I see three other guys there.

Isaac let’s out that evil giggle he learned from his sister Stacy.  “Looks like you have more work to do.”

They take that as an ok, and gather around me.  Six hands feel me up, rubbing and pinching my tits and fingering my pussy.  I start to moan before Isaac makes a request of them.

“Don’t make her cum.  She will suck you or fuck you, but do it quick so she doesn’t get too much pleasure from it.”

“No problem dude,” one of them said before shoving his cock in my mouth.  

It was thicker and longer than the first guy, but not the biggest I had every had in my mouth.  He too holds my head as he pistons back and forth over my lips and tongue.  

“Rub my balls, bitch,” he orders and I quickly comply.  “Can I cum in her mouth,” he asks Isaac.

“Sure, dude,” my son replies.

The man picks up the pace, his balls slapping my chin with his fast strokes into my mouth.  I fondle his balls and let a finger run over the area between his ball sack and ass.  He groans and starts to swell in my mouth.  I keep working the area and he grabs my head hard and pulls me tight to him, my nose buried in his thick mat of pubic hair.  

“Mother fucker,” he screams, not knowing how true he is, as he floods my mouth with his hot load.  I try to swallow but there is so much it runs out the corners of my mouth.  He pulls from my mouth and seeing the state of my face, makes one last stroke and lays the last glob of his cum on my outstretched tongue.

As with the other man, he gets himself situated and almost runs away.  I look over and find a man, the first one of the bunch I have actually gotten a look at.  He is actually older than me, maybe 50 or 55.  His hair is grey, but he seems to be in decent shape with just a touch of a belly.  He motions me over to him.

“Face the screen and slide you twat down on this, slut,” he directs me.

I turn and face away as he holds me hips I lower myself.  I take hold of his cock and guide it into me.  He appears to be of a nice size and it fills me completely when I get it all in.  I start to hump up and down on him until he pulls me down tight to his balls.

“Take your time, whore.  Remember, you’re not supposed to cum,” he reminds me.  “Come over here boy.  Stand in front of her so she can suck your cock,” he tells a shy young man of about 19.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he tells me, “I brought my son to the theater with me.”

I can’t resist and reply, “Oh, that’s nice, so did I.”

The boy standing in front of me looks over at Isaac.  I look at Isaac and he has the biggest shit eating grin of all time.  

The cock in my pussy twitches as he speaks, “Boy this is your Momma?”

“She used to be.  Now’s she’s a slut whore to me and my sister.”

“Jesus Christ!  I should give you my wife so you can teach her how to be like this,” he laughs.  “Boy, you better get over here and get you some Momma mouth,” he tells his son.

The boy stands before me, not sure what to do.  I can see the bulge in his pants and don’t wait.  I move to unbuckle his jeans and shove them down his legs, letting his cock go free.  He’s about the same size as his Daddy but a little thicker.  I reach out and touch his leg and pull him to me.
For a few moments I just lick and kiss it, sliding my tongue up and down it’s length.  The boy is inexperienced as I notice he has trouble finding a place to put his arms.  I help him out by taking his hands and placing them on my head.  I want him to make the next move, but all he does is let his cock head sit on my tongue, my mouth open and waiting for him.

His Daddy is watching and waiting too, and can sense the boys situation.  “You ever got a blow job, boy?”  The young man shakes his head.  “Well let me help you,” he says shoving the back of my head causing the young man to fill my mouth.

A loud groan escapes the young boy’s lips and he holds his cock deep in my throat.  I worry that he isn’t going to pull back out so I tickle his shaft with my tongue.  He jumps and pulls back out and then pushes back in.  In a few moments he figures it all out and holds my head while fucking my face.

“That’s it boy, feed the bitch your fucking cock,” Daddy says.

The young man does, and like the one before him, I reach to play with his balls as he uses my mouth.  His eyes are closed and his head is tilted back, but his hips keep pumping away.  Suddenly his eyes jerk open and he looks down at me.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.  What do I do?” he asks.

“What do you want to do,” his Dad asks.

“I want to cum in her mouth, Daddy,” the young man says.

“Then do it.  Feed Momma your hot cum, boy.  We get home we may have to see what we can do about having your Momma entertain us this way too,“ Daddy says.

The boy’s head tosses back again.  He is lost in his own fantasy world, one it sounds like his dad would like to have too.

“Oh yeah, suck my cock Momma.  I’m gonna fuck your mouth and shoot my cum down your fucking throat,” he tells me, his surrogate Momma whore.  “Oh yeah, you fucking slut, I’ve wanted you to suck my cock for a long time, now you’re gonna get what you deserve you fucking whore.”

You have got to love it when a young man cums.  They cum in buckets, shoot it hard and strong, and taste so sweet and innocent.  I gulp trying to keep up with his hot flood.  Unlike most men, this boy continues to pump my mouth as he shoots, giving me a better chance at swallowing most of his load.

The second his cock clears my mouth, I remember the man who’s hard cock is still in my cunt.  He pinches my nipples hard to get my attention.  “Me too, Momma.  Make me cum too, you fucking slut.”

I ride up and down on his cock, holding the armrests for support.  He keeps a steady pace of murmuring and little groans, but I’m in no position to tease him along.  Until I get an idea.

I squirm a bit but don’t really fuck him, I just keep moving my pussy around his cock.  I lean back against his chest and twist my head around so my mouth is right next to his ear.

“Fuck me Daddy.  I love the way your cock feels in my tight little cunt.  Fuck me Daddy.  Make me your whore.  Fuck me good.  Make me take your cock and fill me with your hot Daddy cum.  Then later you can take me again, in any hole you want, cause I belong to you now Daddy,” I whisper to him.

The man grabs my hips and lifts me twice before I feel him shoot a nice big load into my waiting pussy.  He taps my shoulders and I stand up and let him scoot out.  I sit back down, pleased with my efforts, but still wanting to cum so badly.  The man gets his cock back in his pants and fixes his shirt.  Unlike the others, he doesn’t just run away.

“Son, thanks for letting us borrow you whore for a bit.  I haven’t cum like that in years.”

“You’re welcome, sir,” my son tells him with a mile wide smile.

“Come on boy.  Let’s go find your Momma,” he says walking down the isle.  He looks back over his shoulder at me.  “And your sister, too.”

Isaac directs me to a restroom where I get cleaned up.  He is waiting for me when I come out.  

“Are we going back in/” I ask.

“There’s nobody left in there right now.  Everyone else stood around and jerked off watching you suck and fuck,” he tells me.

“Oh, what a waste of good cum,” I say as he leads me back to his truck.

I notice that Isaac’s pants are bulged with his hard cock, but don’t dare make a move for it without his permission.  He drives the truck back to the interstate and heads back towards Austin.  As soon as he sets the cruise control he calls me over to him and again unties my halter top.  This time he has me pull it off and toss it in the back seat.  He pulls up to the first truck he sees and powers the window down.

“Show him your tits,” he tells me.  “Hold them up to him and show him how proud you are of them.”

As he pulls up next to the cab of the truck, I do as I am told.  Not shy anymore, I look right at the man and shake my 38DDs at him.  He just looks and I rub my nipples and pinch on them.  Suddenly I feel Isaac’s hand as he lifts my skirt to my stomach.  I lean back and give him a good shot of my shaved, just fucked, pussy, before Isaac speeds down the road.

“Get your hands and knees, face in my lap,” my son commands.  “Take my cock out and suck it.”

I do and feel Isaac’s hand again lift my skirt, over my ass onto my back this time.  His hand reaches under and plays with my pussy, still leaking a few drops of cum I wasn’t able to get out before we left the theater.  He fingers me hard as I moan around his stiff cock, working my mouth up and down.  As I feel the truck accelerate slightly, I hear the sound of the air horn from behind us.  Isaac was letting a truck driver watch as he fingered my cunt and I sucked his cock.  I moan even more over his cock, his fingers working on my slick cunt thumb flicking at my engorged clit.




Texas Momma Whore Ch. 07



“You did good today.  I am very proud of my sweet little whore.  I understand much better what you want and need.  And right now, you need to make me cum.  You are allowed to cum when I do, whore.  “

I suck his cock hard, hollowing my cheeks from the suction.  I also slide fast up and down on him, covering him with my saliva.  My efforts double as I feel my own impending orgasm, my son fingering my cunt faster as I suck faster.  

“Oh that’s it whore.  I’ve held this load all afternoon for you.  Suck it down like the good little whore that you are.”

My son explodes in my mouth as he fucks my cunt with three fingers, his thumb rubbing my clit to a frenzy.  With his load shooting down my submissive throat, I cum from his manipulations.  I keep licking until there is no trace of cum anywhere around him, then lift my head.  

My reward for a job well done?  I am allowed to lick my own cum from my Master’s hand.