10 comments/ 148462 views/ 42 favorites I’m Not Mom, Scene 01 By: watchingyou2 Mom's Long Wait The months since he left had sent her into a kind of frenzied spiral. Her husband had left her less than a year before her son Bradley (that's what she called him although his friends all called him Brad) left for the army, so when he also left she felt very lonely. She didn't really know what to do with herself at first. A few days after he had left, she went to his room to clean up things. It was then that she had stumbled on her son's porn collection. It was the catalyst that had sent her on a brand new path. She knew he had some porn, but had intentionally never snooped into that. Now, in this empty house, she found herself irrestistibly curious and soon popped them into the DVD player. There were at least twenty videos, and it didn't take too many of them to find out her son's general taste in porn. The word MILF had been unknown to her before then... but she knew it well now.... Mothers I'd Like to Fuck... A parade of women more or less her age getting fucked in every imaginable way filled the screen. Nearly all had large tits, she noticed. Lots of them were blond. Naturally, all of them took great pleasure in swallowing and getting fucked by thick, hard cocks. After several weeks of watching them over and over, she had started to form an idea. At first she dismissed it as a little crazy, then it started growing and growing. If her son liked MILFs.... well... maybe...??? A trip to the hairdresser and a couple of trips to the plastic surgeon had transformed her.... At the hairdresser, she had gone from a brunette with long hair to a bleached blonde with short, sassy hair. It was a cut that left enough hanging down to frame her face, but it was short enough to show off her neck and shoulders. The color was what made the change more striking, though. Looking at herself in the mirror each morning, she could hardly take her own eyes off of the shiny blond hair. This was the same effect it had on men... she noticed their eyes on her all the time as she did things around town each day. At the doctor, she went with the largest size tits that the doctor thought was possible. When he was done, she had trouble finding the right bra, but ended up fitting pretty well into a 36DD. The bra was barely necessary, though, and she often went without it – her new tits stuck out straight from her chest regardless. The lip injections were done by the same man. It had been easy to set up a payment arrangement for the expensive surgery.... She had sucked his cock at least a dozen times and been fucked about the same amount. To herself as a joke, she sometimes called it the "Lay Me Away" plan. This arrangement had done two things for her... it had paid her bills and it had finished helping her strip away her inhibitions... or as some might say, her decency. She found that her new body could get her things she'd never had before. Her rent payments were soon worked out the same way with the landlord, a man who gladly took the occasional blowjob and quick fuck with this very curvaceous woman in exchange for a month's rent. Her new big screen TV was delivered the next day after she had gone to the store late one night and spent a little time with the manager. The TV had cost her a little extra... her ass had hurt for a couple of days since she had never been fucked there until that night. To her own surprise, though, she had taken to it instantly. The orgasm that had shaken her body as he fucked her ass while she rubbed her pussy was more powerful than any she'd experienced before and made her wonder why she had waited so long.... and made her determined not to wait so long again. It had been three months since her son had left, and today was finally the day he was coming home.. to her... She showered and shaved, making sure to be especially careful to leave her pussy nearly bare except for the tiniest little V-shaped patch just above her fuck hole. She had actually started calling it that, finding it turned her on when she begged to get fucked hard there... "Yeah, do it! That's it, stick that big hard cock into my tight little fuck hole!" Without a doubt, the men she fucked liked hearing these kinds of things from her dirty mouth. As she urged them on, it always made them fuck her harder and harder until they both came in an explosive orgasm... After showering, she got dressed. She took her time, slipping on each thing slowly and looking herself over carefully as she did. She had shopped for a week to make sure that she had just the right thing to wear for his return. The sexy heels were first. They were black, stilletto, platform pumps with 5" heels. Turning around slowly in front of the full-length mirror with nothing else on, she could see why men called them "fuck me pumps". The way she had to stand almost on her toes in those shoes made her have to thrust her chest out and her ass back a little more than usual to keep her balance. The slightest push from behind and she'd be forced to bend over.... instantly putting her into the perfect position to take the hard pounding that she was asking for in those shoes. The black lace panties and matching bra were next. The panties hugged her ass perfectly showing off how nice and rounded it was. For a woman of nearly 40, she knew that she still looked hot. Her ass was tight and a little oversized, just right to draw lots of attention. She ran her hands over her it, noticing how she could make it jiggle just a little when she slapped it. Her favorite part of this ritual, though, was putting on her new bra. It was always fun for her to show off her new and most visible asset, and this bra did it perfectly. What she had picked out was a sexy little demi-bra, scooping down the sides of her swollen tits and then under them, pushing them up and out at the same time and leaving her nipples completely exposed. She knew what it would look like, even after putting a top on over it... Indecent, obscene... slutty... Those would be the thoughts of all the men... and women... who would see her in it. But, she knew that even though they might both have the same words jump to their minds, for the men those words would be followed quickly by another effect. Their cocks would stiffen as they thought how much they'd like to get their hands on those tits and put this indecent slut to their good use. The women – those same men's wives and girlfriends - would see their eyes on her and they could guess their thoughts, which is why they would hate her the way that women always do when a seductive rival catches their man's eyes.... Next the skirt. She had tried on several, but finally settled on an ultra-mini leather skirt. It hugged her ass tightly and came down barely low enough to cover her completely... if she stood straight up. Turning sideways and looking at herself in the mirror, she leaned forward just a little and saw how it rode up to expose the very bottom of her ass. "I'll have to be very careful," she thought to herself, trying to act as if she had a little decency. But, her next thoughts were of what excuses she could make to bend over – inventing opportunities to show off her sexy ass. Except for the makeup, the top was last. It was a very low cut, off the shoulder design, and the thin material let her exposed nipples stand out clearly. After she put it on, she turned from side to side looking at herself in the mirror. It was just right... it looked like it was ready to fall off at any moment, barely contained her tits. One little tug at the front and they'd spill out for all to see. This thought made her so hot and horny. She rubbed her tits and pinched her nipples, imagining that she was there in the airport and that as soon as her son saw her, he couldn't resist. In her imagination, he pulled down her top right there in the middle of the airport for all to see. She pinched both nipples hard as she felt his lips suck on them. Her pussy began getting hot and wet as she imagined how he would then push her forward, making her bend over until her skirt slid all the way up to expose her ass. These thoughts made her slide her fingers into her panties, and she rubbed her pussy all over before sliding a finger inside. It felt good, but she knew that he wouldn't be using his finger. No, he'd be slamming her with his rock hard cock, fucking her right there as everyone around watched. She felt dirty, but not ashamed. It was what she wanted... what she needed... "That's it, fuck mommy good!" she cried out loud as her fingers brought her to a screaming orgasm... That had been an hour ago, and now she was at the airport waiting for him, on edge with anticipation. She noticed all of the men looking at her as she walked along, trying to find his gate. Several looked her up and down freely, which got her nice and hot. They'd like to fuck her, she knew, but tonight was not their turn. She was here for someone else.... .... Stay tuned.... there is much more to cum.... I’m Not Mom, Scene 02 After getting off the plane, he walked with the rest of the crowd towards the luggage carousels. It seemed like nearly everyone coming off the plane were men who, just like him, soon found that their attention was focused on one woman they could see up ahead in the small crowd of people waiting to greet the passengers. A very hot looking woman with short blonde hair and a killer body was standing there in stilletto heels, a tiny, tight little skirt, and a low cut stretch top that was molded skin tight across her large tits. She was turned mostly sideways, looking up at a monitor, and from that angle she was nothing but curves. Big tits, a round ass... "Holy shit!" he thought to himself. "She's definitely getting fucked tonight!" His mind wandered from one thought to another. "I'd like to be the one to bend her over a desk... or maybe get her up against the wall... show her what happens to a slut dressed like that." His cock hardened at the thought. He didn't know, but this woman was having the same effect on all of the men walking along next to him. They, too, couldn't keep the thoughts of what they'd like to do with her from jumping into their heads. Then, as he got closer, he suddenly stopped walking. He looked again. Blinked. "No...," he whispered to himself, out loud now. "It can't be..." Just then the woman turned and when she saw him her eyes brightened immediately. "Bradley!" she called to him. Then he knew... even though she looked nothing like she did when he had last seen her only a few months before... he knew... "Mom?" For her part, when she finally saw him her heart started pounding. Her boy she had said goodbye to had changed. He had a short, sharp, military haircut. His body was stockier, and she saw that his biceps had developed into very nice, strong muscles. In his face, she could still see his boyish look, but there was another look as well. He had a new confidence... self-assurance... She ran to him, wanting desperately to get her arms around him and when she finally got to him, she threw herself at him. It was a natural response to the desire she had developed while he was gone. As she ran to him, it was almost comical. Her tits bounced up and down and all over the place, and it looked like she was barely keeping her balance on those incredible heels. A thought shot through his head that all these other men were probably enjoying this little show. He glanced around at them and saw that he was right.... All eyes were drawn to her... wondering if that low cut top was up to the task of holding in those beautiful, bouncing melons... and hoping that it wasn't. Now she got closer and he saw more changes. She had on lots of make-up, something she'd not worn before. Dark mascara made her eyes look smoky and sensual. Her cheeks glowed with some special color. Those things he only subconsciously noticed. What really got his attention were her lips. They stood out prominently, all puffy and full and glistening with lipstick that made them look wet and... slippery.... The thought occurred to him that she must have had some kind of injection done to make her lips so puffy. They now looked like they were made for the express purpose of sucking a hard cock... He suddenly realized the thoughts that had shot through his mind as if on their own, and he felt a little ashamed. He didn't know what was going on, but this was his mom... he shouldn't be thinking of her sucking a hard cock... like the one that had begun to rapidly start swelling in his own pants. All in all, she was barely recognizable to him. His mom, the one he said good-bye to when he left for college, was a nice looking lady with an OK body but not breast implants. His mom had brown hair instead of blonde... his mom didn't get injections in her lips or even wear lipstick... and his mom definitely didn't wear slutty dresses or fuck-me heels like this woman did. Now she had reached him, and she threw her arms around his neck to give him a hug. It was more the type of greeting a girlfriend might give to her man coming home from a long trip. Her new, swollen tits pressed into his chest firmly. She jumped up and down a little as she hugged him, her tits moving sensuously against him as she did. He was still standing there in amazement and without realizing it, his hands slid around her waist, and he pulled her towards him. It was an instinctive reaction, the kind he would have with any sexy girl that fell into his arms. One hand even slid down a little lower, feeling the wonderful curve of her hot ass for a moment before he caught himself. He slid his hands back up onto each side of her waist and pushed her back just a little. He did it so that he could see her, but just as much so that she wouldn't feel the hardness that had swelled up even more when he felt her tits pressed up against him. He looked at her closely. Those lips were so full and wet... "It looks like she's been putting those lips to good use. I know what I'd use them for," he thought..... then... angry at himself again, "Shit, I've got to stop thinking that!" He then looked closely at her hair, bleached very, very blonde and cut in kind of a ragged, very sexy style. Finally, he looked up into her eyes. They looked back at him with a happy sparkle, but at the same time there was something else. She seemed to be searching his face with a timid, maybe even a little worried, but hopeful look. Confused at first, he saw that she needed some kind of reaction from him. He didn't know what else to do, so he pulled her to him again to give her another hug. As they hugged, she pressed herself against him, pulling him as close against her as she could. She felt his hands slide around her waist, and she melted even further into him. The brief touch of his hand on her ass had left a warm feeling there even after he had moved it away. But the feeling that got her the most excited was the hardness that she now felt pressing against her stomach. It was unmistakeable and she could tell that a cock of considerable size lurked down there. A cock that she hoped would soon be put to use on her. Her pussy nearly leaked with slippery fluids as she imagined him urgently pounding deep inside her... Finally, she pulled away and they took another long look at each other. She felt a warm flush as his eyes looked her over, spending a good amount of time on the cleavage she had put on display for him. It was no surprise that his first words that he finally was able to speak were... "Mom... you've changed!" The tone in his voice had an affect on her she hadn't expected. She nodded her head in answer to his comment then dropped her eyes as if embarrassed. A sudden pang of guilt hit her. Should she do this? Should a mom seduce her own son? She looked down at those enormous, swollen globes barely covered and very visible. She was confused for a moment. Her old morals pulled at her, and she thought that she shouldn't be standing there with her nipples popping out of her top. She shouldn't be showing up to meet her own son in a skirt that only a slut would wear. This was wrong what was she doing... this was her son... Finally, she looked up slowly and caught his eyes on her tits instead of her face. She saw a look of guilt now come over his face. She knew he'd been staring at her tits, and his accidental display of desire emboldened her to make the next step. She leaned forward, pressing herself against him once again and put her lips right next to his ear. She paused one more moment and could once again feel his cock press into her as it grew harder, her tits pressing up against his chest clearly having an affect on him. In her heightened state of excitement, she could have sworn she even felt it throbbing. "Bradley, I have a secret to tell you...." She paused a moment and in that moment neither of them moved, neither of them breathed. It was as if both knew that something very important was about to be said in this whispered moment. Finally, she broke the silent spell. "I'm not Mom anymore..." she finally breathed into his ear. Pausing for a moment, she went on... "I'm not sure what you would call a woman like me..." She paused a moment and kissed him lightly, sensually, on the cheek then put her lips back next to his ear. "But, I'll tell you what some of the men call me.... Slut... Whore... Bitch..." Another short pause. Brad's head was spinning... not only from what he was hearing, but also from the lack of blood getting to his brain as it all seemed to be rushing down to his now rock hard cock. The crowd around them was thicker now and louder. He could barely hear what she whispered next... in fact, he wasn't at all sure he'd heard it at all. "I think you'd probably call me... a MILF..." I’m Not Mom, Scene 03 A New Perspective Still stunned by everything, Brad lay there awake in his bed. He went back over the evening since he got off the plane... that's when his life had changed. He was confused and almost ashamed of himself. "For God's sake, my cock's hard again just thinking about her!" he thought to himself angrily. And it WAS hard... rock hard. He was slowly stroking it with his hand as he lay there in the bed. The initial encounter at the airport had been followed by one display after another... but there was no more mention of what she had whispered into his ear. Had she really said those things? He wasn't sure anymore... even though his cock certainly believed. At the luggage carousel... She had bent over to read the tag on one suitcase after another even though he kept assuring her that they weren't his. Each time, her short skirt slid up to nearly expose her ass. He looked around and noticed all the other men's eyes also watching her every move. He could see in the free way that they looked at her that they saw her exactly like she had said they did... a slut... a whore... a girl who needed fucked. But each time after she stood up, she pulled her skirt back down as if nothing had happened and her talk was light and happy, nothing that showed any signs that she was aware of the show she was putting on. Walking towards the taxi stand... She suddenly stopped him and before he knew what was happening she was on her knees in front of him... her lips suggestively at just the right level for...sucking. But, instead, she had reached down and tied his shoe for him. He didn't think it was untied to begin with and wondered if it was just an excuse to arouse him. And once again, the men around the area had stared at her... he could almost see their collective fantasy they were no doubt having... each one wishing that he could shove his cock past those puffy lips and down her throat. Meanwhile, after she stood up she started telling him about how bad traffic was getting there tonight... as if moments ago she hadn't been down on her knees... ready to be put to his good use. Waiting for the taxi... She didn't want to sit next to him on the bench. Instead, she said she would try to flag down the taxi and had walked back and forth along the sidewalk... slowly, with much more twisting and swaying than necessary. She looked like a prostitute trying to get some business. He saw car after car slow down, the men inside staring in amazement at her. When a taxi finally arrived, he watched her bend over and lean inside the passenger window to talk with the driver. Her skirt slide up and up until he could see the thin slice of her string bikini panties running down into the crack of her ass and her barely covered pussy now exposed for all to see. A few seconds later, she stood up and walked over to him with a smile. "Come on!" she said. "He said he'd love to take me for a ride!" In the taxi... She had slid over right next to him, taking his arm and putting it around her shoulders, even leaning against him as they drove. Her tits were displayed right in front of his eyes and he noticed the driver also had a great view. He caught the driver's eyes for a moment and saw a look of envy in them. The man just smiled and shook his head. As they drove, she told him one story after another about funny things that had happened to her while he was gone... pretending that her nipples weren't sticking out as hard as little eraser tips... tempting him and making his mouth almost water. It took a great deal of effort to keep his arm fixed around her shoulders... his hand very much wanted to slide down a little lower and feel those plump, round, tempting tits. At home... It was late, so they only stayed up talking a short time. She had got up from the couch and told him she was going to go get ready for bed. A few minutes later, she returned... wearing only a long, clingy t-shirt that barely covered her. Her nipples stood out clearly and when she walked past him he saw that, in fact it didn't quite fully cover her... The very bottom of her round ass was barely visible. "Good night, Bradley," she had said to him. He had got up to tell her good night. He normally hugged his mom, but he was very unsure right now what to do since the last time he had such trouble trying to hide how she had made his cock so hard. She decided for him, moving closer and once again putting her arms up around his neck so that her tits pressed against him yet again. He knew that her shirt had to have pulled up to fully expose her ass. He felt how her body melted against his in a way that should have been wrong, but instead only aroused him in a deep, dark way. His cock once again throbbed to life, and he thought that she couldn't miss how it pressed against her. She did not, in fact, miss that. She even pulled herself a little closer to him, her stomach pressing up against his cock. She wanted him... badly. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. With the natural way of a practiced slut, she made very small movements against him that made her nipples drag over his rough shirt. It made her pussy get wet and she could tell her face was flushed. "It's so good to have a man back at home," she said to him in a soft, breathless voice. She could hear the unsteadiness herself and thought he probably could, too. When she looked up at him, she saw in his eyes both desire and confusion. She thought to herself that she should slow down just a little... give him some time... so she slowly leaned her face towards his and gave him a gentle kiss. It was not the kind a mom might normally give her son.... no, her lips were partway open as she kissed his and she had paused just long enough to close them around his bottom lip. There was a little "pop" as she pulled away which seemed to punctuate the moment for them both. "Well, good night. Nice dreams!" she said to him and then she had walked up the stairs to her room Even without turning around, she could feel her son's eyes glued to her partially covered ass. Yes, Bradley was remembering all of this now as he lay there in bed pumping his thick cock. He was remembering how much her appearance had changed, how she seemed to enjoy putting herself on display, how she had whispered things into his ear... things that a mother should not be whispering to her son... He pictured for the hundredth time those huge, sexy tits... that... short skirt..... her... useful...... lips... He drifted off to sleep, but then he thought he heard a sound outside his door. He went to the door, down the hall towards the living room, then stopped. The light was dim, but he could still see clearly enough... there were three men... and her. One man was the taxi driver from earlier and he thought the other two looked like men he'd seen in the airport. He wondered how they had gotten there, but only for a moment. What they were doing quickly drove all questions from his mind. She was on her knees, again wearing that short skirt and the low-cut top that she had worn earlier... except that the top was pulled down now so that her big tits hung out over the top for all to see and her skirt was pushed up to expose her bare ass. She was sucking one man's cock, her plump lips hungrily working him, while pumping another with her hand. The third man was behind her, working her pussy with his fingers. His cock grew hard and he couldn't help himself. Realizing that he was in a dark hallway and that they probably couldn't see him, he pulled it out of his underwear and began stroking himself as he watched. They were not being gentle with her, and it seemed like she liked it that way. The man who's cock she was sucking had taken her head in his hands and began making her take it deeper and deeper into her throat. When she broke free for a breath, the other man turned her towards him and did the same... shoving his cock in as far as he could. The third man behind her had working her with his fingers. Instead, he had planted his cock into her pussy from behind and was now fucking her nice and deep, holding onto her hips as he did. The tempo picked up and he could see that she was now getting pounded very hard. He could hear the sloppy sounds of a cock driving in and out of her pussy. He could also hear her moans of pleasure, but only for a few moments at a time before they were cut off by a hard cock being shoved back into her mouth. One of the men would pull her down onto his cock, sliding himself down her throat, and then hold her there until she couldn't take it anymore. When she pulled free, she would only get a few breaths before the other man took his turn. It wasn't too much longer before she had worked up all three men to the point that they were ready to come. The two men in front of her started pumping their own cocks and Brad could see that they were ready to shoot their loads all over her face. The man behind her kept pounding her, but it was clear he wouldn't last much longer either. With her mouth no longer filled, she was now able to urge them on. "Oooh yeah! That's right. Give it to me. I need it... come all over me. Let me have it all! Give it to mommy!" To his surprise, suddenly Brad saw that she was now looking directly at him. For a moment, he felt ashamed. Somehow, she had seen him and he assumed that she could also see him stroking his hard cock as he watched her. For a moment, he thought that maybe he should go back to his room. He shouldn't be doing this... but then he saw her once again take one of the men's cock's in her mouth... sucking him... but, this time... her eyes were still locked on him where he stood in the hallway. Brad could see that she wanted him to watch... that she wanted him to see her take these men's cocks... She pushed up her tits and stuck out her tongue to encourage the men on, but Brad now knew that this was only a show to encourage him on. "Do it," she begged, her eyes still only staring at her son. "Right in my face. That's the way I like it... that's the way a slut likes it. " That was all it took. First one, then the other started to shoot a huge load across her face and her exposed tits. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch what she could, but also twisted her head and body from side to side making sure that both cocks sprayed her completely. Gobs of their white juice dripped down off of her nose and chin onto her tits. The man behind her was now also ready to shoot his load. He slammed into her a few more times, then pulled out. He quickly moved in front of her and with a few strokes of his hand he also painted her face and tits with his sticky juice. Her face was now a complete mess and thick, stringy gobs hung from her chin. She kept her face turned up towards him until he was done, gladly accepting the face painting she was receiving For sure, she now looked like a cheap, dirty, filthy, whore – covered in the cum of three strangers. She sucked each man's cock, trying to extract whatever still remained. She seemed to love it, as if she didn't ever want to stop. Eventually, though, she did. The three men left, and then she was alone there on the floor, still sticky from them. Now, she looked once again at Brad, but this time she didn't look into his eyes. He saw that she stared only at the hard cock that he was pumping furiously. She began to crawl across the floor towards him. She did it slowly, stopping every so often to put her face down low and shove her ass up high for him to see, wagging it from side to side like she was eager to have something back in there. As she got closer, she very softly started to urge him on. "That's it, baby. Pump it. Get it ready for me. I know those balls must be absolutely full of good stuff for me. You want to take your turn now? You want to shoot your load on my slutty little face?" Now she was directly in front of him on her knees and squeezing her cum-covered tits. She pulled at her nipples, making them nice and hard as Brad watched her. "Come on, baby. Do it for me. You know what to do.... You know what I want..." As she spoke, she occassionally stuck out her tongue just below the tip of his cock as if anxious to taste him. "Go ahead, I'm ready for it. You saw what the others did.... That's how men treat me now... like a dirty little slut." She paused a moment, ran her hands under her tits and pushed them up for him to see even better. "Isn't that right? Like a slut... or... a whore?" She paused one more time, and opened her mouth as he pumped his cock. Her eyes stayed locked on his while she waited for him. After a few more strokes, she sent him over the edge. "No... that's not what you think, is it... you look at me and see a naughty little cock-sucking MILF... your MILF..." It was too much. With a loud groan, Bradley started shooting a huge amount of his milky cum into her face. She opened her mouth to catch what she could, but it was too much... ...... Bradley's eyes shot open and he suddenly felt the warm cum spurting from his cock, against the sheet, and running down his leg. The image from his dream still burned in his mind, though, and he could still see how he had just shot a huge load of cum into her mouth and all over her face and tits. He grabbed his cock and pumped it a few more times as his balls emptied themselves of their pent-up desire. "Wow!" he thought to himself. "That was crazy! What was I doing dreaming about that?!" He lay there for a minute and was just starting to drift back off to sleep when his eyes went open again. He had heard a noise and caught a short glimpse of someone walking away from his door. A few seconds later he could hear his mom walking up the stairs, back to her room. "What was she doing here? Did she see what happened? Was I talking in my sleep?" he wondered to himself. Strangely, he also noticed that he wasn't embarrassed at all. Instead, the next thought that came into his mind was, "I should have made her lick it off the sheets... She would have liked that..." He realized as he fell back asleep that what she had whispered into his ear at the airport was true... she was not his mom... she had become something else to him. With this realization, Brad could hardly wait for morning to come. "I'm going to put her to good use tomorrow," he thought to himself. "Very good use......" I’m Not Mom, Scene 04 She crawled back into her bed, her heart still pounding. He had almost caught her a few moments ago! She could barely believe how brazen she had been, but she knew that it was a curiosity that she couldn't stop that had pushed her to do it. Even so, it had gone further than she had planned... She threw off all the covers and lay back on her pillows. With eyes closed, she spread her legs wide and with one hand opened her pussy while with the other she slid a finger over her sensitive little clit. It was hard and slippery, her juices flowing freely. At first she teased herself this way as she replayed everything in her mind. She had waited over an hour to make sure that Bradley was deep asleep. It was then that she had gotten up and made her way downstairs. She had stood at his door for several minutes until she was convinced he was asleep. Finally, she went into his room as quiet as she could and made her way to his bed. She had knelt down on the floor next to him, again pausing for a minute as she looked closely at his face and watched his chest slowly rise in fall from his deep, steady breathing. Then, her gaze had shifted down to where she knew his cock was hiding under the thin sheet. Ever so slowly, she had pulled it back... it was such a wonderful surprise for her to find that he slept completely naked. Remembering her first look at his cock, she moved one hand up and squeezed her tits. Her nipples were as hard as her clit. It excited her to remember how big it was. She spread her legs even wider, exposing her clit even more to her busy finger. She worked herself harder and faster as she then remembered doing something that she hadn't planned... she had touched his cock with her hand. At her first touch, his breathing had changed and she had been afraid that he was going to wake up. What would he have thought, finding his mom kneeling down next to his bed... touching his cock that way... "Maybe he'd have grabbed me by the hair and shoved his cock into my mouth, making me suck on his hard cock." The thought jumped into her head by itself and it made her feel dirty... naughty... It also made her slide her hand from her tits to her mouth. She sucked on her finger, all the while still rubbing her pussy. "Yes, I bet that's what he'd have done," she thought. In her imagination, she could feel his hand on her head... pushing her up and down on his hard cock... making her take as much of him as she could handle... fucking her willing mouth... But... he hadn't woke up. Instead, she had slowly moved her hand until she had his cock in her fist. It had grown harder as she did and his breathing became more and more erratic. A moan or two had escaped from him and she knew that he was dreaming... She had admired how big the bulging head of his cock had grown. It wasn't even fully hard and it was still so large that she would have had to open her mouth wide to take him. He was long, too. She had pumped his cock very slowly along the length. She guessed him to be nine or ten inches long. When he moved in his bed, she suddenly realized that he was starting to wake up. She reluctantly let go of that hard cock and had walked to the door. There, she stood and listened a minute longer. He was talking in his sleep, but she couldn't really make out any words... that is until all of a sudden he said in a fevered voice, "Yes... yes... oh yes... MOM...." It was a moment later that she saw his hand suddenly move to his cock and she could see his body suddenly go rigid. Remembering how he had called out her name, her breathing was now ragged and she had both hands again on her pussy... finger fucking herself with one while she rubbed her clit faster and faster with the other. "Yes, he called my name," she thought to herself. Her orgasm began to build and, as it did, she thought to herself, "He had called my name right before he came. Was he dreaming about... fucking me??? Making me suck that thick... hard... cock of his???" With a little squeal that she tried to suppress, she exploded. She rubbed her clit feverishly and rode her fingers to a wonderful orgasm. As she came, in her imagination she felt him pushing her head down and could taste his sticky cum as his cock spurted a huge load into her hungry mouth. She could hear what she thought he would have said. "That's it... you know what to do.... take it slut... take it... swallow it... swallow it all..." She drifted off to sleep after that. Her night was not peaceful, though. Her dreams were wild and, at the same time, they seemed very real. She dreamed she was dressed in almost nothing and had walked into a room of men, all of them looking at her. Without a word, they had surrounded her and she was pushed down onto her hands and knees. A cock was shoved into her mouth and she sucked it. At the same time, they had pulled off the skimpy little things she wore and in no time she had felt a cock enter her pussy from behind. This man had fucked her for a while until he came, then another took his place. He had also fucked her, coming inside her again, and then a third man had taken over... then a fourth... There were others around her, squeezing her tits and ass as she kept sucking and getting fucked. At first she didn't realize it, but gradually she began to realize that the man standing in front of her who's cock she was sucking on so eagerly was not a stranger... she knew very well this man who's cock was fucking her throat... and was getting to know him even better... it was her son, Bradley. In her dream, she was a little ashamed as she realized that he was watching all these men taking their way with her. But, at the same time, she needed to let these men fuck her... she needed to do it for him... to show him what she had become... to show him what he could do to her, too. A cock entered her ass and she looked up at Bradley. His eyes were wild and full of desire as he looked down and his eyes met hers. He only looked at her for a few seconds, though, before he shifted his focus to watch the man fucking her ass. She felt his hands close around the back of her head and she let him push his cock deep down her throat. She was good at sucking cock and wanted to show off her talent to him. She kept her hands on the floor and let him use her as he wanted. He fucked her throat and she could feel an urgency building in him. There would have been no stopping him even if she had wanted to. The cock in her ass was now pounding her harder and harder and, as it did, Bradley's fucking of her throat also got faster. She knew that neither would last much longer and she was right. They came at the same time, one filling her ass while her son's cock shot a fountain of hot liquid that filled her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but it came so fast that she couldn't keep up. A large load shot all over her face as well. It was as she was licking clean his cock, still hard as a rock and only inches from her face, that the alarm went off and brought her back to... to what... reality? She was not very sure anymore what was reality and what was fantasy. With the dream still fresh in her mind, she again slid her hands down and in a couple of minutes had rubbed herself to a quick orgasm. "It's going to be a good day," she thought to herself as she got up... "It's so good to have Bradley home..." I’m Not Mom, Scene 05-08 Scene 5: Persuasive Evidence It was nearly noon. He got up late and found the house empty. There was a note in the kitchen. "Got an appointment with my doctor. Be back after lunch." The note lay on the counter next to the computer that was still on. He noticed that an email was open and, although he felt a little guilty, he decided to read it. It was only a few lines long, but the email made her note that she wrote to him much more clear. "It's time to make another payment on those gorgeous tits. I only have about a half hour over lunch. Wait for me in my office... on your knees. You know the rest." It was from some doctor he'd never heard of before. His dream sprang back into his mind except that now it was only one man that she was servicing. Still, he could just see her there... obediently waiting for him... probably naked... or... at least with her tits hanging out for him to see when he walked in.... arms behind her back with her chest thrust out... waiting... then... sucking... a thick cock... happily letting him fuck her throat as he wished.... eyes looking up at him... spit dripping off her chin.... then swallowing as fast as she could... trying to keep up with the huge load of cum being shot into her mouth... unable to do it... her face getting plastered with streams of cum... licking him clean, then... being left there on her knees as he left the room to get back to his work... except now covered in his sticky jism... "Fuck!" he groaned as he once again grabbed his cock which had grown almost instantly to full size. "I gotta distract myself or I'm going to fucking go crazy!" He went towards the living room to watch TV. He hated daytime TV so he opened the cabinet next to the TV to see about a movie. "What the...?" He was more than a little surprised to see his porn collection right there on the top shelf. He knew he had left them in his closet, so that could only mean she had found them and brought them out. Rummaging through them, he saw a DVD that wasn't one of his. It was homemade and had a funny title handwritten onto it. "School's Out, Time to Play". In the back of his mind, he already guessed what it was, but he didn't want to admit it yet. He placed it in the player and sat down on the couch to watch on the big, flat screen TV. The video turned out to be her, just as he suspected. What he didn't expect, though, was to see two of his friends that he had graduated with on the screen as well. Mark and Dave seemed totally comfortable making her do whatever they wanted. It looked like this wasn't the first time she had let them have their way with her.... And as he watched he soon saw that there was nothing she wouldn't do.... He watched in amazement and complete arousal. His cock was hard and he pumped it as he watched. Seeing those big tits flop around as she got fucked, watching her nearly choke on their cocks, listening to her nearly non-stop dirty talk... At one point, Dave looked over at the camera as he fucked her from behind (someone was filming, but Brad couldn't tell who it was) and said, "Brad is one fucking lucky son of a bitch! He must have walked around with a hard cock all the time with this hot piece of ass around." His other friend Mark had laughed, but his mom's reaction was what really caught his attention. "Do you think so?" she asked, sounding sincere. Then she looked back at Dave and started ramming herself back onto his cock, meeting every thrust. "Do you think he would like this? Would he like to fuck me, just like this, Dave? Pound that pussy hard, make me talk dirty? Make me beg for more?" Then, she looked at the camera. "That's what I like. Do it hard. Fuck it. Fuck it hard! Do it! I've been a bad girl.... a bad Mommy... " Her little show was cut off by Mark who quickly walked back into the scene, took her head in his hands and shoved his cock back into her mouth. There was no more talking for her... that mouth was being used for another, more basic purpose... Brad watched to the end... watched as she swallowed a load of Mark's cum then got her ass painted by Dave.... watched as she lewdly let some cum drip from her mouth down onto her tits and rubbed it all over them for his friend's to see. She had learned well from watching his videos. He sat there amazed.... But with a hard cock that now needed some relief. He thought about the email he saw earlier and once again imagined what she was probably doing right at that moment. "When she gets home, I'm going to have to straighten her out," he thought to himself. "If she dresses like a slut.... if she... acts like a slut... if she's on film being a slut... there are going to be... consequences..." He poured himself a drink... then another... even a third... he was in just the right state when she came home a couple of hours later. "My 'friends' didn't treat her quite right," he thought to himself. "No... they were much to gentle." He got up, went to his room and found several ties his father had left behind. "She won't be so lucky with me...." Scene 6: Morning Workout On her way home, she kept licking her lips. The faint taste of cum was so delicious and it kept her in a very aroused state. Half the time, she had one hand between her legs rubbing and fingering her pussy which ached to be filled. She fantasized that it would be soon... that waiting at home was... was.... her son... Brad... with a hard cock. She wondered. – no she hoped - that he would be waiting to...fuck her... not just fuck her, but fuck her harder than she'd ever been fucked before... She didn't notice the trucker driving next to her, looking down at this woman with huge tits fingering her pussy as she drove down the highway... That fucking doctor (the pun made her laugh to herself!) had walked into his office 15 minutes late. Of course, she had waited obediently on her knees as she was told. She also knew that he liked to see his handiwork so she had opened her blouse and slid her bra down below her tits. They stuck out nicely and she knew how it would arouse him. "I've got an appointment in 10 minutes," he had told her as soon as he walked in. "So put those puffy lips of yours to work for me and get busy." He was hard almost instantly as he squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples. "Porn star tits," he called them... not today, but he had told her that before. No decent woman got tits that large, they were the kind of tits only porn stars or prostitutes had. She was a great cock sucker. It was another thing that she found out she absolutely loved to do after her husband and son had left her home alone. She knew just how men liked it. Sloppy... deep... eyes looking up as much as possible... hands behind back. She knew that when he pushed it in deep and made her gag, it made him feel like he had power over her. She loved all of it and her nipples swelled out, an uncontrollable reaction that displayed how much it aroused her as well. Today, he had wasted no time taking her head in his hands and making her take all of his cock until his balls pressed into her chin. It wasn't long after until he started to cum, at first shooting his load in her mouth then pulling out at the end and painting her face. She didn't clean it off except for using her finger to wipe it up and stick it in her mouth. He had made this a rule... she was to walk out of the office without going to the bathroom to clean up. She was to wear his cum as she left.. Now as she drove tasting his cum on her lips, she thought that was a very good rule.... The only problem was that her pussy now needed some attention and relief. The trucker next to her appreciated the show she provided as she slid up her skirt and began fingering her pussy nice and hard. She didn't see him watching her, but it wouldn't have mattered. He could watch if he wanted. She was a very naughty girl... "I'm home!" she called as she walked in. The house seemed quiet, but she could hear a sound coming from somewhere towards the back. "Bradley, is that you?" She stopped into her room first, wanting to make sure that she was ready. She took a quick shower, finally washing off the cum that had dried on her face and tits. She also decided to change her clothes. She needed something special today. A few minutes later, she looked at herself in the mirror – turning from side to side and all the way around to make sure it was just right. She decided it was perfect. The very short, strapless dress was from her days before the operation. Trying to keep herself covered in that tiny dress with the body she had now was a poor compromise on both ends... both her top and bottom were only partially covered which made things very interesting since she wore nothing underneath. Sexy, fuck-me-pumps – bright red six inch platform pumps with stilletto heels - finished the look. She once again looked at herself in the mirror and she saw the same thing that any man would see... and that no man could resist... "I look like I'm just asking to get fucked," she thought. She giggled to herself at that thought as she remembered the tattoo she had recently got on her lower back. It was the latest step in her transformation from a nice, stay at home mom into the girl she was now. It was a heart with a pair of fancy, curvy arrows on either side pointing down to her ass. Inside of the heart were the words, "Just Do It." She thought for a moment about the night she had got it and her nipples got hard as she remembered how good that the tattoo artist's cock felt as he took his payment in full by using both her pussy and her ass. In fact, it was not just him, but his friend as well.... Scene 7: Forced Confession She walked out of her room and towards where the sound was coming from. She didn't make it far. Brad came from around the corner, blocking her way. She stopped, surprised to see him so suddenly. He kept moving closer, making her back up until she was right against the wall. He had startled her and the way he was behaving was very strange. Her chest heaved as a small wave of fear washed over her. "Where've you been?" he demanded of her. His tone had a quality that she had never heard before. A commanding tone, one that told her he was in control of her and that he expected a proper response. She looked up at him, and decided not to tell him what had happened that morning. Strange as it sounded, she had some idea that her son might be jealous of what she had been doing. "I needed to go see a friend," she said. "She wasn't feeling well today." His response was quick and caught her completely by surprise. He took each of her hands, lifted them up, then pinned them against the wall on either side of her head. He took a moment to look down at her tits, now even closer to being exposed in this position. He didn't hide the fact he was looking... in fact, he seemed to make a point of making sure she knew what he was doing. He looked back up at her, then said, "Are you sure? I thought maybe you were doing something a little different than that." Her pulse and mind both raced. She felt flushed, confused, scared.... and wet.... Yes, her pussy started nearly dripping at the touch of his strong hands pinning her arms just above her head. She remembered the feel of his cock pressing into her at the airport the night before. Now she wanted it again.. badly... "No," she lied again. "Just seeing my girlfriend." She didn't want him to know what she had just got done doing. "Funny...," he said as he once again looked over her body. "I thought that maybe you had gone to pay a bill." Her eyes opened wider as they went to his. He knew! "Oh my god!" she thought to herself. Her mind worked quickly, trying to come up with an explanation, but nothing came to her. She was still thinking of what to say when he said to her, "Dressed like this, you might have got yourself into a lot of trouble." He lifted her hands higher now, right over her head, and took both wrists in one hand. The stretching motion proved to be too much for that tiny dress. Her tits suddenly popped out over the top, her nipples pointed straight out and hard as nails. With his free hand, he pulled it a little lower until they were completely exposed, hanging lewdly out for him to see. Finally! His eyes took in the sight of those artificially expanded globes with great eagerness. A moment later and his hand was on one of them, squeezing it roughly and working the hard nipple between his thumb and finger. His touch was electrifying to her. She closed her eyes and arched her back forward, giving herself to his touch. She felt him release her hands, but she didn't move them. She liked being stretched out against the wall, her body fully available to him. Both his hands were now on her tits, squeezing and working them. She twisted her chest back and forth from side to side as he did, pushing herself against his strong hands. She had just started to relax from her earlier fear, when he put her back in that place of uncertainty. One hand once again grabbed her wrists and held them while the other hand slid up from her tits and settled around her throat. She opened her eyes as he choked her ever so slightly, just enough to remind her who was in charge right now. He put his face very close to hers. "You are lying to me, aren't you... I know where you've been." He paused a moment, and she saw how he was enjoying this. He was in control and she was helpless... or, maybe unwilling... to do anything about it. "I think that you just got done sucking your doctor's dick as payment for these." He released her throat and slid his hand down once again, squeezing her tits harder and roughly pinching her hard, swollen nipples. "Admit it," he commanded her as he returned to choking her again, a little harder this time and making her look right into his eyes. She looked at him and finally decided it was best to tell him the truth. She told him eagerly now, wanting him to hear. "Yes, you're right. I sucked his cock to pay for.... for my tits... He tells me when to come to his office then I do whatever he wants." She was breathing heavily, excited by the memory of the morning's activity and also because of the choke hold he still had on her. "Today he wanted me on my knees.... He... he..." She paused again, part of her somewhere deep inside telling her that she shouldn't be acting this way. "He... what?" he demanded. He took her jaw in his hand and made her look right at him. "Tell me." She felt ashamed, but more than that she felt wildly excited. "He came in my mouth... all over my face... He used me..." As she spoke, his cock grew harder and harder. His eyes went from her tits to those full lips... glistening with some kind of lip gloss... large puffy lips.... lips made for sucking... By the time her confession was complete, his thoughts were on one thing and one thing only. Pushing her down to her knees, he said only two words. "Show me." Scene 8: On Her Knees On her knees and now with her eyes level with his cock, she reached forward and began to undo his belt. As she did, though, he grabbed her wrists again. "No, I'll do that," he said as he pushed her arms behind her back. "You stay like that." He undid his belt, letting it dangle menacingly for a moment. She was wondering if he was going to use it to whip her (part of her hoped he would), but then he threw it to the side. He undid his pants and slid them off leaving only his boxer shorts. Her face was only inches from the hard cock. She could see it pressing out from his shorts. She couldn't wait any longer. Leaning forward, she nuzzled her nose against it. As she did, she looked up at him. All of a sudden, it once again became very clear what they were doing. For years, her little boy had looked up at her as he grew up. She had told him what to do and taught him how to behave. She remembered how he had always tried to please her. Now, she was the one looking up at him. As he slid off his boxers and his cock sprang into full view, she realized that he was now the one going to teach her how to behave... and she would be the one trying very hard to please him. She knew just what to do with a hard cock. She licked underneath first, teasing him a little and tasting him at the same time. She tried to reach up and take him in her hands, but she barely got to feel how thick it was before he once again made her put them behind her back. He leaned over her and slapped her ass to make sure she understood. "I said, stay like that," he said firmly. She looked up at him and as his cock brushed across her lips she nodded. He was in charge. The sight of his cock pressing against her wet, swollen lips was very exciting to him. He reached down one more time to feel those nice, big tits then slid his hands up onto her head. He took her short, bleached-blonde hair in both hands and pushed her mouth down onto his cock. Her lips parted and he slid into the warm, wetness of her mouth. "Oh fuck that feels good," he groaned. She looked up at him, wanting to see in his face the pleasure she was providing. As he pushed her head up and down on his cock, she sucked on it hungrily. Her tongue swirled under his shaft, trying to add to the sensations he was feeling. She loved the way that he looked down at her, his eyes on fire as he fucked her mouth. He tasted so good, felt so good, and soon she knew that she had to take more of him. She could feel him pushing his cock harder into her mouth, trying to get deeper inside. She had taken about half of his cock, but she knew what she needed to do next. When he relaxed his grip for a moment, she was able to pull free. She smiled at him, happy that his cock was so rock hard thanks to her. "You like that? Does it feel good, baby?" He responded by trying to push his cock back into her mouth, but she resisted for another moment. She turned her head from side to side, feeling his cock sliding all over her lips. After teasing him like that, she said to him, "I bet you'd like to make me take all of it, wouldn't you? You'd like to see me swallow it... make me choke on it... choke on that big hard cock." Her taunts and teasing had got to him. He grabbed her hair tighter and held her head firmly in place, her mouth right in front of his cock. "Yeah, that's what I want all right," he growled as he now pushed her down forcefully onto his hard rod. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat, but there was still more to go so he kept pressing himself in deeper. She opened her mouth, relaxed her throat, and took him all the way in, letting him shove his cock way down her throat. He finally stopped when her nose rested against his stomach. Looking down, he saw how her puffy lips were stretched very nicely around his cock, and he could see her eyes water as she struggled not to gag. He felt that he was about to shoot his load right then, but pulled out so that he could enjoy this a little longer. As his cock slid out, she could feel and see the slimy spit from the back of her throat coating his cock. She could also feel a big glob dripping from her lips and chin. She gasped, trying to catch her breath. She didn't get much of a break, though. He once again slid inside her mouth and down her throat. This time, the slimy spit helped him to slide in more easily. She didn't feel the urge to gag and instead, once he had buried his cock all the way, she simply pushed herself up and down in very small motions, letting his cock fuck her throat. Except for the accidental orgasm he'd had the night before when he had dreamed of a very similar circumstance, Brad had been denied any kind of sexual stimulation for several months during his training. Now, he needed to release some of that pent-up juice that had his aching balls swollen. "Oh shit, yes. Swallow that hard cock," he urged her. "That's what those nice big lips are for, aren't they!" I’m Not Mom, Scene 05-08 She didn't answer... she really couldn't with her mouth kept so busy... but she loved hearing him talk like that to her. She looked up at him as best she could, letting him see in her eyes that what he had said was true. She did love sucking cock, but had been most excited about using her talent on him. He began more rapidly fucking her mouth, burying his cock into her throat then pulling it all the way out. As he did, she obediently kept her arms in place behind her back and let him have his way with her. The rapid pace, though, brought back the urge to gag on that huge cock. Each time he pushed himself in then pulled back out, she made a grunting or gasping sound and her lips made a loud 'pop'. She could feel the urgency building in him and as his cock swelled even larger she knew that it wouldn't be much longer. She decided that it would be OK to take her hands from behind her back, but only so she could slide her hands around to her tits and push them out for him to see better. Besides, there seemed to be a direct connection from deep in the back of her throat to her nipples. They were very hard and sensitive, even before she touched them. She pinched and pulled on them until they had grown to their full, mouth-watering size. They presented perfect targets for the cum that would soon be blasting out of his cock. As she pushed out her tits, Brad said to her, "That's it... show me those big titties... Get them ready for me you little cock-sucking bitch.... " He could feel the cum start to rise in his balls and with one last thrust he rammed himself in up to the hilt and started shooting a huge load right down her throat. She tried hard to take it, but it quickly became too much, and she pulled herself free. She coughed and gagged and a huge load of sticky goo ran from her mouth, down her chin, and all over her tits. She reached up and took him in her hand, pumping his shaft as he kept shooting more and more into her face and over her tits. She opened her mouth and tried to get what she could, swallowing it once he was finally done. Brad had nearly passed out, it had felt that good. His cock seemed like it would never stop shooting. He looked down at her and couldn't believe how much he had covered her. He thought to himself how she looked so good like that.... cum dripping from her chin and covering her tits... eye liner running down from her eyes because of how much they watered as she swallowed his thick member... the look of a well-used woman... the woman who had previously been his mom. He let her pump his cock until he was finally done, then he reached forward and once again placed them behind her back. He pushed himself back into her mouth, wanting to once again feel her suck on him. His cock stayed rock hard. He may have shot his load... but it was only the first. He wasn't through with her yet. I’m Not Mom, Scene 09-10 Scene 9 Show Time Her pussy was dripping wet and an uncontrollable urge came over her to spread her legs wide open... to expose herself... making her pussy available for his touch... hoping that he would use that hard cock on her again... fucking her... She moved slowly from her knees until she was squatting on her high heels, keeping her mouth on his cock as she did. She opened her legs wide which made her tiny, tight little dress slide up and over her bare, naked ass. Her dress now clung uselessly around her waist, her tits and nearly bare shaven pussy fully open to his view. He looked down at her... his interest now focused on this new sight that she had presented to him. Even as his mind raced with what he wanted to do with her, there was once again a moment when he realized that this was wrong. She was his mom... the one who had raised him and taken care of him... he shouldn't be looking at her like this... he shouldn't be thinking of her like this... he shouldn't be standing there with his hard cock in her mouth, still pulsing from the orgasm she'd just brought him to... Those thoughts all came to him before he watched her slide a hand down onto her pussy and begin to rub herself as she kept his cock good and hard with her mouth. It was before he felt, more than heard, a deep moan of passion come from her full mouth as she touched herself. It was just before he decided that he wanted to see her make herself come for him. It was before he fucked her. Seeing her touch herself like that changed his attitude around. Now he thought to himself that she was the one behaving improperly.. a mom should not be behaving like this... she should not be there with those newly enlarged tits hanging out for his pleasure... she should not have his cum splattered over her face and tits... she should not be rubbing her pussy for him to watch... It was then that her own words came back to him as if she had once again whispered them into his ear. "I'm not Mom..." He pulled his cock from her mouth, reached behind her to grab her hair, and pulled her head back so that she was looking almost straight up. He rubbed his cock over her cum splattered face, sliding it over her lips, chin, and cheeks. "Do you think it's your turn now?" he asked her with a certain amount of derision. All respect for her as a mom had left him. He saw her now as nothing more than a well-built, dirty slut that needed to be used for only one thing, and she did nothing to discourage that view as she stuck out her tongue trying to lick his hard cock as he slid it over her lips. She also heard the tone in his voice, and in it she could almost read his thoughts. It didn't hurt her feelings, though. That tone of disrespect meant that he now felt he was in control of her. She'd heard it before from other men, and she associated it with getting fucked good and hard until she would come multiple times. It was the sound of a man about to use her however he wanted... and now it was her own son using that tone with her. Her role as a mother was now reversed. She was no longer the one telling him what to do, trying to make sure he behaved. No, now he was the one telling her what to do and ready to punish her if necessary to make her behave properly. She could still feel a faint sting on her ass where he had spanked her once already. She knew that there would be more... Her fingers had quickly found her clit, and she rubbed it in circles... making it swell excitedly. The wet juice dripping from her pussy made it very slippery. But what excited her the most was seeing his eyes locked onto what she was doing to herself... all his attention focused on her touching her wet pussy. She couldn't wait any longer and now slipped a finger inside herself. "It's my turn if you'll let me," she said softly. She now began fingering herself faster, fucking herself with her middle finger. It made her moan a little again and she could already feel an orgasm approaching. In a voice now becoming more breathless and excited by the second, she asked him, "Will you? Will you let me fuck myself? Will you let me come for you?" He watched her as her hand started moving faster and faster. He also squatted down now, right in front of her, and started squeezing her tits and rubbing her nipples. He liked how she looked perched on those high, spiked heels with her hand working hard between her legs. It was the look of a slut completely given over to the joy of sexual pleasures. She looked right into his eyes and for a moment he shifted his gaze from her tits and her hand working her pussy to look back into her eyes. He could read in the way that she was looking at him that she was doing this for him... that she was hoping he was enjoying this show that she was putting on... and he could also see that she wanted to come very badly. "Please," she whispered, even more breathless than before. "Let me... oh fuck... let me come... I want to... I want to come... for you." He made her wait a few more seconds and in that silence the only sound to be heard was the sound of her fingers fucking her sloppy, wet pussy in a steady, fast rhythm. Finally, he answered her. "Go ahead. Show me." She now spread her legs open even wider, and he watched as she included two and then three fingers in the action. Her other hand had taken over the job of rubbing her clit and he watched as she now closed her eyes and threw her head back. Moans of lusty delight combined with the sound of her fucking herself. The moans quickly gave way to high pitched little squeals, interrupted only by the occassional words that slipped out... "Oh god. Fuck! Wet little pussy... fucking it... naughty..." As she reached a fever pitch, her eyes shot open and once again she focused them on her son who was still down at her level, still rubbing and pulling on her nipples and tits as she worked herself closer and closer to the edge. "Are you watching? Do you want to see me come? I'm ready, baby! I'm ready now. Here I go!" she said to him. "Oh yes, that's it! Here I go! I'm going to come for you!!!" "OOOOOOHHHH SHHHHIT!" she finally screamed as the orgasm hit her. Brad had sensed that it was just the right moment and had clamped down hard on her nipples. The combination of feelings was so strong that she couldn't stay on her feet any longer. She fell back against the wall and threw her legs open, rubbing her pussy wildly as Brad watched a small fountain erupt from her. Her voice was now gone and only a loud, animal-like groan escaped from her throat. She pushed her pussy upwards as she came, and as Brad watched she moved her hips up and down rapidly as if she were fucking an invisible cock. Brad watched all this with hungry eyes that seemed to be sharpened by his own heightened arousal. He had never seen a woman squirt like that, but he instantly knew that she had given herself over completely to the waves of pleasure rushing over her body. As her orgasm peaked and then slowly subsided, he watched with great interest as her body kept spasming and quivering ever so slightly... he could see her hard clit sticking way out as she kept rubbing it in circles... he saw how her pussy looked so wet and slippery now, coated in her own fountain of juices. Finally, after a couple of minutes she opened her eyes again as if coming out of a deep trance. She looked steadily first at his cock for a long time as she kept rubbing her clit in slow, steady circles. It was as if she had just woke from a dream, but not all the way yet. It was a few seconds before she finally lifted her eyes slowly, almost reluctantly, from his cock and looked into his face. She didn't say anything at all, but she spread her legs even wider as their eyes met. An expression that could only be described as an invitation came into her eyes. She wanted him to watch what she was doing.... she wanted him to see her wet pussy. She licked her lips ever so slightly and once again pushed her hips up just a little, sliding a finger back into her fuck hole. Without realizing it, he dropped his gaze and found himself unable to stop watching her work her clean shaved pussy. His deeper instincts and desires noticed how she spread her legs open, how she was propped up on those sexy, slutty heels, how she looked ready to be used hard. As he watched all of this, he realized that he needed to get his cock inside her immediately. It was beyond wanting... it was more like an urgent, primal, animal desire. He needed to fuck her... and he could also see quite clearly that she needed it too... She needed it. She needed it in a very... bad ...way... * Scene 10 Mom Gets Fucked He stood up which once again left his cock waving just in front of her face. It took only a second or two before she had got back on her knees and took him into her mouth. The feel of his cock in her mouth felt so good to her. She loved how the rough texture felt against her tongue and lips. As good as it felt, this wasn't what he wanted anymore. He let her continue for a moment, once again noticing how her face was still covered with his sticky cum. "That's no way for a mom to look." The words came out on their own, but another thought came to him right after that. "Get up," he ordered her and didn't wait for her to respond. He took her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. He then grabbed the back of her hair and began walking her down the hallway. "Come on," he said to her. "I want to show you something." She found herself a little unsteady since her legs were still trembling ever so slightly from the strong, spurting orgasm she'd just brought herself to. It was even more difficult to walk straight on top of those very high heels. She swerved back and forth, almost as if she was drunk with sexual arousal. Her tits bounced and swayed as well, still completely exposed. The way he held her, pulling her hair back and holding firmly to her upper arm, told her that he was in charge of her.... That she needed to do whatever she was told. He led her down the hall and into the living room. He walked her over to a wall where a picture of her was hung. It had been taken several years ago... before she had changed... "Who is that?" he asked her. She didn't quite understand. "Me," she answered simply. "No!" he said putting his mouth next to her ear. He whispered now as if he were telling her a deep, dark secret. "THAT... is my mom," he said. "That is NOT you." He then pulled her over to the next wall where a large, full length mirror was hung, and turned her so that she was facing it. He pulled her arms behind her back and slid his left arm under both of hers. Pulling them tight made her thrust her chest out while at the same time his making her body press up hard against his. His hard cock pushed greedily up against her ass. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes first focused on her face which was a complete mess. Her eyeliner ran down from her eyes, her lipstick was smeared, and she still had places where his sticky cum glistened on her face. She knew what she looked like to him. This was the face of a well-used slut, not a mom. "This..." he said to her, pausing for a moment and no longer whispering, "... is you." His voice had a slight tinge of nervousness, almost an angry tone, but with an urgency to it that she sensed meant that she was being taught a lesson... one that she wouldn't soon forget. "This is a slut... with nice big lips for sucking on a thick cock... and a great big pair of tits to show off to the men.... a woman who struts around on heels that are too high... the kind that makes men think of only one thing.... bending her over and fucking her." She looked at him through the reflection and saw how his eyes traveled up and down her body. She also looked herself over and saw herself the same way that he did... a slut just asking to get fucked. She saw how his eyes focused mainly on her tits. They stood out prominently... obscenely might have been a better way to put it. With his right hand, he reached around and roughly squeezed those beautiful tits which made her get even more hot and excited. He pushed them out towards the mirror, making them stand out for his full view. Her nipples were very hard and eventually his fingers found them and he pinched and pulled on them, making her breathing change into a quick, unsteady rhythm. She pressed her ass back against his cock, moving against him as best she could, feeling his hardness and hoped that it wouldn't be much longer before he took her. Her pussy was again gushing with fluids, ready to take his hard, thick cock. He felt her pressing back into him. He could feel her desire... he knew she was ready for him. He slid his hand up from her tits to her throat and held her chin firmly, making her look straight into the mirror. When he saw that he had her full attention, he put his mouth next to her ear and again whispered to her. "There's another reason that you can't be my mom." He saw her looking first at herself, then into his eyes. He waited until she finally whispered back to him, "Why?" He pulled her arms tighter, thrusting her chest out even more and making her ass press hard against his cock. He slid his hand a little lower, squeezing her throat, choking her ever so slightly as he went on.... "Because, if you were..." One last pause... "... then that would mean that I wasn't going to fuck you." With that, he released her arms as he pushed her forward, making her put her hands on the mirror as he bent her over at the waist. It was only then that he first saw her tattoo, the invitation written so plainly just above her ass. "Just Do It!" He didn't need any extra encouragement, but at the same time... if she asked for it, she was going to get it. "Spread open your legs," he ordered her. She complied, looking back at him the whole time and intentionally rubbing herself against his cock as she did. She caught another glimpse of it next to her exposed pussy and thought to herself once again, "God, that thing is huge." For a second, the thought crossed her mind of its own free will, "Just like his dad's." There were lots of things that she didn't like about her ex-husband, but one thing that had been very good about him was his 10" cock that had brought her many pleasures. At the time, she had not been as much fun in the bedroom as she was now, and so most of their sex was lived out in the simple missionary position. Still, she had enjoyed it very much. But as she made that connection between herself, Bradley, and his father, that feeling of guilt crept over her. "This is Bradley," she thought to herself. "We shouldn't be doing this." Even as she thought it to herself, she knew that it was much too late for that thought... The loose dress still hung around her waist and the heels were now showing off how useful they could be as it put her pussy at just the right level for him. He reached down and slid her legs a little wider until her ass was fully and completely stretched open and her pussy was made completely available for him. She arched her back, turning her ass up in a way that she knew was an open invitation for a man to do whatever he wanted. She was fully exposed and vulnerable... completely ready for a good hard cock. He slid his hands all over her sexy ass for the first time. She felt so good, her ass nice and round. His movements soon led lower and he lightly brushed a finger along her wet, clean-shaven slit. It was the first time he had touched her there and it was electrifying to both of them. His cock pulsed even harder, and he had to work hard to restrain himself from immediately plunging into her up to the hilt. A tingle ran from her pussy to somewhere deep inside of her. An involuntary little whimper came out of her mouth, the sound a girl makes when she really wants something badly. She arched her back more, turning her ass up even more to make sure he could focus all of his attention on her pussy that was now aching for him. She wanted it badly and knew that it wasn't going to be much longer... He was ready to fuck and she was ready to be fucked. He rubbed her pussy, spreading the wetness all around and making her clit once again swell with an excited need for release. Neither of them spoke, but she moaned happily as he worked on her. He pressed her love button and swirled his finger around and around over it. Moans of lusty delight came from her and the juices flowed so freely from her pussy that they began to drip onto his fingers. And now it was time... Bradley couldn't wait any longer to get his cock inside her. He slid his hands up onto her waist and held her firmly. They looked at each other in the mirror as he slid his cock up against her pussy, letting her feel it but not yet entering her. The feeling of his cock was very exciting, and when she felt him press it against her, she tried to press herself back onto it. Her entire mind and body almost screamed for him to shove it in... to fuck her good and hard. She was reminded, though, that he was in charge. She squirmed back, hoping to get him inside her, but his strong arms restricted her movements and he left his cock just barely pressing against her aching pussy... teasing her... Finally, with the greatest effort to control herself, she stopped pushing... and waited. With lust filled anticipation, she waited for him to take her. When he saw and felt that she wasn't going to move any more, he told her in a low voice, "Don't move." He grabbed his cock and slowly slid it up and down along her wet slit. Sliding it under her and between her thighs, he then slowly moved back and forth... letting his hard cock slide back and forth over her engorged clit. She moved one hand down between her legs and tried to grab hold of his cock, wanting to put it inside her. She moved his cock so that he was once again pressing up against her opening. She was about to push herself back onto him, pushing herself onto that hard cock, when he took her arm and put it back where it belonged. "Keep your hands on the mirror," he ordered her. "Do you understand?" He slapped her ass hard to make sure that she did. He felt her jump and, to the surprise of both of them, the head of his cock popped inside of her before either of them realized what had happened. She groaned loudly as she finally felt his thick cock inside her for the first time. Even if it was only just the very tip, it still stretched her nicely. Without thinking, she opened her already spread legs even wider. She now felt how big his cock really was, and she knew she needed to get herself ready to take it. He looked down and saw the big thick head of his cock now pushed up inside that hot little pussy. He could feel her once again start moving, trying to push back onto him. He enjoyed keeping her from doing it, once again putting his hands on her waist to hold her still. "Please," she begged him. "Please! I want it now!" He wanted to tease her more, but decided that she couldn't take it much longer. She now had some of his cock inside her, and he could tell that she couldn't control herself any more. She was incessant in her attempts to push herself back onto him, wanting to impale herself on the rest of his long, hard pole. It didn't matter, though, whether she was doing this on purpose or simply unable to control herself. She still got another hard spank, then several more as she continued gyrating and pushing backwards. "Such a naughty slut," he growled. "You just don't know how to listen, do you?" As she moved, her pussy now slid around and around on the sensitive head of his cock. It made his blood start to burn hotter until he, too, was now at the point of being unable to control himself as well. Once again looking at the tattoo at the very bottom of her back, just above her ass, he said to her, "Nice tattoo... What does it say?" He could read it perfectly well.... he just wanted to hear her say it. "I can't quite read it." I’m Not Mom, Scene 09-10 They looked at each other again in the mirror and they both saw the deep, raw need to do this very forbidden act. She still saw in him her son, although at the same time he was a man that was about to have his way with her. Even if she wanted to, there was no way of stopping him. For his part, Bradley still saw in her traces of his mom although only vague ones since her doctor had transformed her into a woman who looked to be good for only one purpose. They kept looking at each other for several seconds, each taking into account the other... one last time. As they did, she kept moving herself slightly, fucking herself with just the tip of that huge cock. Finally, he broke the silence. He gave her one more hard slap to the ass. He demanded of her again, "I asked you, 'What does it say?'" She looked back at him in the mirror. Her tits hung down in the reflection, completely in his view. She knew that her pussy was also in full view for him. She thought to herself that it didn't matter anymore. She wanted it... he wanted it... this was going to happen... her son was going to fuck her. "Just Do It," she said to him. Then, for emphasis... "Just Fuck It!" That was it. No sooner did she say it, than Bradley thrust himself forward into her while at the same time pulling her by the hips back onto his hard cock. She let out a loud moan, almost a squeal. For both of them, the feeling far exceeded anything they'd ever felt before. The absolute wrongness of what they were doing gave an extremely heightened response to the physical excitement each of them felt as his cock rammed its way up into her wet pussy. The feeling from her pussy wrapped around his cock rushed over him. Bradley reached forward without any rational thought and grabbed her hair with one hand. He wasn't really thinking about what he was doing. All he knew was that she felt so damn good, and that he wanted to fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. He jerked her had back, making her arch her back more and letting her know that she now belonged only to him. He was fully in charge of her, and she was his to be used however he wished. His thick cock stretched her pussy and gave her a feeling that he was going to split her open. As he started fucking her, pushing in further with each thrust, she also began to lose the last bits of self-control that she had. She wanted... no, she needed this... badly. She had imagined this, she had dreamed of this, and now she found that it was even better than she thought it could possibly be. Holding her hair tightly, he made her keep looking into the mirror as he fucked her. "Is that what you wanted," he asked her. "You wanted to feel this big hard cock inside you?" She couldn't move her head because he held her hair so tightly, but she turned her eyes towards him. "Yes, that's what I wanted. Do it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" He began sliding in and out of her and had now buried himself in as deep as he could go. When he did, his cock hit the very back of her pussy and pushed on a spot that soon had her nearly wild and ready to come again. She felt her body start to get hot all over, and felt her nipples swell even further than they already were. She pushed herself back onto him, meeting each of his thrusts. Moaning loudly, she begged him to do it harder... faster... deeper. She didn't really know what she was saying, she just didn't want him to stop fucking her until she came. Bradley could see her face change as her orgasm approached. Her eyes closed half-way, her mouth opened wide and he saw her eyebrows wrinkle up as he rammed himself over and over into her. It only took a few more strokes before her moans suddenly changed to a high pitched squeal. "That's it! Right there, that's it! Don't stop... oh god, yes, don't stop. Fuck me. FUCK ME!" Her words turned into a scream and he could feel and see the gush of her juices as she exploded in orgasm. Her whole body went rigid at first and she pressed herself back against him as hard as she could. Brad could feel her pussy clamping down on him tightly as her juices spurted out, and he knew that his own time was also fast approaching. She had barely finished squirting her juices, when he pushed her down onto the floor and got behind her. He wasted no time now. She was on her hands and knees, but he pushed her head down until her cheek rested on the floor, then grabbed her hips and lifted her ass high. "Just like that," he ordered her. "Don't move, stay just like that." He slid himself back inside her in one motion, then began fucking her as hard as he could. She obediently kept herself in that same position, pressing her face to the floor and sticking her ass up high for him. She was his to use however he wished. With each thrust, her tits scraped across the carpeting and gave her sensitive nipples some extra stimulation. She slid a hand between her legs and found her clit... wet, swollen, and still very sensitive from the orgasm that she had not yet recovered from. Babbling and moaning almost incoherently, she urged him on. "Oh yes," she groaned. "Do it. Fuck that pussy... fuck it hard... just a dirty slut... need to be fucked.... so good... nice hard cock." She then could feel another orgasm rapidly starting to approach. She worked her clit as her son fucked her. "That's it! Do it! Make me come again. Make me come all over your hard cock!" Bradley was also ready and started banging into her so hard that it seemed like he might break her in two. His cock once again kept hitting that spot deep inside her, and now as she rubbed her clit with her own hand she felt the orgasm take over her body once again. "I'm coming!" she screamed in lusty delight. "Oh god, yes! I'm coming! Fuck me! FUUUUUCCCCKKKK MMMMEEEEEE!!!!!!!" This time Bradley couldn't hold back. His cock swelled even larger as his own cum started to boil from his balls. He rammed into her one last time and pulled her hips hard against him at the same moment that she let loose with one more spurting fountain of her own pussy juice. He started shooting a huge load of his hot lava deep inside her, and now it was his turn to let loose a primal scream. "OH, GOD! FUUUUCK YEEEEESSSSS!!!!" he yelled. As he came, he pounded into her with several more very hard thrusts, filling her completely with his cum. "That's it! Take it!" he yelled and slapped her ass hard one more time. "Take it all!" She wasn't all the way aware of what was happening... She was in a different place, her mind and body completely given over to the pleasure she was feeling, almost like a dream. She only groaned and moaned with her eyes closed tight and pushed herself back against him whenever he went deep inside her. Her body trembled from her multiple orgasms. These feelings lasted for a minute or two, but gradually she started to come back to her senses. Bradley could hardly believe how good it had been. He fucked her slowly now, their combined juices making his cock wet and slippery. He kept this up for a long time until finally she collapsed flat onto the floor (as flat as she could with those huge tits), and he rested himself on top of her. They lay that way for quite some time, both of them coming down from the intense high that they had just experienced. It was Bradley who came back to his senses first. It was strange, but he felt no shame at all. What he felt was a sense of satisfaction... It was more than just the sexual release, and it took him a few minutes to understand what it was. Finally, it came to him.... Since the moment he had seen her at the airport, the one thing on his mind had been how he wanted to have her in this forbidden way. He had tried to resist... maybe only a little... but he had known all along that it was no use. He wanted her. Then, when he had found the video of her with his friends... well... it was strange... but... he was jealous. Thinking more about that, he realized he wasn't jealous because she had let his friends do all those things to her. No, watching his friends fuck her in that video had actually been very exciting to him. He was jealous because of the fact that she had done it behind his back. From now on, she belonged to him... and he would tell her what she could and couldn't do. Lying there with Bradley on top of her, she felt very content. His body felt so good against her and every part of her seemed to still pulse with the sexual release he had just brought to her. She was deeply satisfied and completely relaxed... until he once again put his mouth next to her ear. "I saw the movie you made with Mark and Dave," he said to her. She suddenly stiffened as she remembered that day. Those boys had got her to drink a few shots with them, and the next thing she knew she had one of their cocks in her mouth and the other one in her ass fucking her. There had been another boy there, too, but she didn't know his name. It was another friend of Bradley's who had found a video camera and taped the whole scene. It was the first time she'd had more than one cock at a time, and having the two of them at the same time had made her come over and over again. Even now, her mouth watered and ass ached as she remembered it all. Bradley got back onto his knees behind her, pulling her ass back up along with him as he did. His cock, still inside her, grew hard one more time. He reached down and slid his hand onto the back of her neck, pushing her face harder into the carpet. He leaned forward and once again put his mouth next to her ear. "I am going to find some new friends," he said to her then paused for a moment. "I'm not sure yet who they are... but be ready to meet them. You will be the entertainment for all of us." In spite of just having had three orgasms in a row, his words had such a strong effect on her that she almost sub-consciously slid her hand beneath herself again and dug them into her sloppy, wet pussy. She didn't know exactly what he had in mind, but in her imagination she was visualizing herself being forced to satisfy three or four cocks all at once. He started fucking her again... slow, steady, hard. As her hand worked her pussy, she knew that it wouldn't be long before she had a fourth orgasm. She was his... and it felt so good to know that he was going to use her however he wished. She slipped back into that state of pure pleasure, and from the edge of her consciousness, she heard his voice. "You're going to like that, aren't you! I knew you would... I knew you'd like to take more than one cock, you little slut." He slapped her upturned ass very hard leaving a bright red mark. The sting brought her back all the way. "You're right. You're not Mom anymore. You're just a little fucking slut, aren't you!" She groaned and quietly agreed. "Yes. That's what I am. A slut." Her hand moved more quickly, rubbing her clit harder and faster until she soon once again lost control. She came, and as she did, he continued fucking her and spanking her hot little ass. It felt so good as her pussy once again clamped down on his cock. She really was a great fuck, but he was not ready to come yet... in fact it would be a long hard fuck and several more orgasms for her before he once again filled her well used body with his own juice. He was going to make sure that she understood how things were going to be from now on. "You're mine, do you understand? Now you're mine. You're not Mom... You're just a dirty, fucking MILF."