"Pet Mommy": Becoming a Mommy-Slut!
My orgasm finally done, no nook or cranny untouched by his assault, I begged my son, with his fingers still in me and his mouth still devouring my clit, "Please stop baby, I have to pee so badly."
As his fingers left my cunt, I suddenly felt empty. As I pushed myself off the kitchen table, which I would never, ever be able to look at again and not remember the moment my life officially drastically changed, I stumbled, my orgasm apparently doing a number on my now jell-o like legs. I literally fell on my son's lap face first, his cock almost poking me in the eye. I promised, grabbing his very ready for action cock, "I will be right back to take care of that for you, son."
One firm squeeze and I left.
I returned a few minutes later, his cock just as hard and ready for action as when I left. I smiled, acting demure and sweet, "Did you miss me?"
My son took control like I hoped he would ordered, "Let's go to your room."
Acting coy, I asked, "And what do you want to do there?"
His words sparked the fire that had never completely flamed out after my orgasm. No smile crossed his face as he said, "I'm going to fuck you Mom."
"Oh my," I exclaimed, feigning shock at his words.
Attempting to be dominant, a skill he would need to work on as it sounded more like a request than an order, "Get your ass to the room, Mommy."
"Yes, sir," I answered, walking in front of him, my ass swaying back and forth, the perpetual tease continuing.
Once in my room, I sauntered to my bed and asked, "Is this where you want me, son?"
His confidence seemingly increasing, he surprised me as he demanded, his tone hinting at annoyance, using my full name like I had always done to imply he was in trouble when he was younger, "Betty Cheryl Lodge, get your ass over here now."
Startled, and impressed, I scurried to him.
His hands on my shoulders, he gently, but firmly guided me to my stocking-covered knees. His smile smug, one I had never seen cross his face before, he said, finally using the words he used while fantasizing about me, "I assume a dirty Mommy-slut like you Betty, knows exactly what to do with this."
Reaching for his delicious cock, I shifted into my sultry seductress MILF mode and smiled, "Actually, I can think of quite a few things I would like to do with this."
"Like what?" he asked, I think attempting to see all his options and just how far I was willing to go.
My eyes never leaving his from my subservient position I laid my cards all on the table, offering him four of kind. "I could give you another stocking-clad foot massage until your huge dick shoots your load all over Mommy's stockinged feet, or I could suck your delicious cock in Mommy's mouth until you coat my throat with your yummy cum, or you could slip that big fucking pecker of yours in my fiery volcano until you erupt inside me or you can get me on all fours like a pet, a pet Mommy, and do me doggy-style as your raging rod pierces my back door."
His eyes were big and wide as my shocking options were given. He finally spoke, although it was more of a whimper, "Oh God, Mom."
His cock begging for attention, I asked, my eyes hungry with lust, "What do you want Mommy to do for you, baby?"
His hands grabbed my head and guided me to his cock. I opened my mouth and took my son's raging hard-on between my lips. I slowly bobbed back and forth all the while creating a whirlwind of pleasure with my tongue and saliva. Although Jake loved fucking me, he said there was nothing he loved more than a slow burning blow job from his slut wife. I took pride in giving amazing, earth shattering blowjobs and I did the same with my son. I took my time making love to my son's cock with my mouth. Reading the warning signs of an orgasm on the build: the moaning, the leg shift and the subtle pulses in mouth, I went in for the kill as I shifted from a constant slow swirl to bobbing back and forth like some porn star cocksucking slut. As expected, the sounds out of my son's mouth got louder and he warned, "I'm going to come."
I instantly stopped and took his cock out of my mouth, again attempting to lead him into his role as dominant on our ever-changing relationship. I asked, "Do you want Mommy to swallow your cum, son?"
"Badly," he moaned, frustrated by me stopping.
"Just tell me what to do Michael. I am yours to use as you please," I smiled.
Michael surprising me, and apparently not a man of many words, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock back in my mouth, but instead of me bobbing on his cock, he began pumping his cock in between my lips, literally fucking my mouth. He grunted, as his orgasm rebuilt the steam I had slowed down moments ago, "Swallow my cum, Mommy-slut, swallow it all."
Seconds later I was rewarded with a warm load of my son's cum as it sprayed the back of my throat. He kept pumping in and out of my mouth, albeit slower, until I had savored every last speck of his addictive seed. Pulling out of my mouth, he apologized, "Sorry, Mom, I-I-I got carried away."
Still on my knees, I quickly responded sincerely, "Michael, you don't ever have to apologize to me, baby. When your Father was alive he was in charge in the bedroom and I was the obedient wife. Until I learned of your fantasy to fuck me, my submissive side had lain dormant, but when I saw you on my bed masturbating with my stockings and moaning my name as you came it all came flooding back."
"You saw me?" he asked, clearly surprised by this new tidbit of information.
I stood up, my knees sore, and continued, impressed his cock was still stiff, "I did and every moment since I haven't been able to stop thinking of your big cock." I again grabbed his swollen member and added, "This delicious fucking cock."
"Oh God, Mom," was all this academic genius could come up with, my sexual power to overwhelm still prominent.
"Do you want to fuck Mommy, son?" I asked, my hand gently stroking his cock.
"Yes," he moaned.
"Tell me," I said, explaining, "Michael, I am submissive like all those stories you have read. I am yours to use as you please." I leaned in and took his nipple in his mouth before adding, "When you please." I moved to his other nipple before adding, "How you please." Moving in to kiss him not as mother and son, but two lovers, my lips just inches from his, I finished with, "I love you Michael. I love you as a son and now I also love you as a Master. Let Mommy take your virginity." Our lips touched and our tongues began to explore each other's mouths. A couple of minutes later, tangled in a sweaty embrace as our hands explored each other as well, my son lifted me up and took me to the bed...like a husband would do on her wedding night.
Reaching my bed, he tossed me on the bed and roughly pulled my legs apart. A determination seemed to control his movements as he tried to become what I desperately needed. He asked, "Does Mommy want her son's cock?"
His cock rubbed up and down my glistening pussy lips and I moaned, "Oh God yes, please fuck Mommy."
He smiled slightly, tapping his cock head on my clit, "A good Mommy-slut can do better than that."
My stocking-clad legs wrapping around him and pulling him in, I begged, "Fuck your slut Mommy, son. Shove that huge fuck stick in Mommy's wet cunt. Pound Mommy hard."
His cock easily slid inside my inferno and I moaned loudly the instant he penetrated me, "Oh yes, son, thank you baby. Now fill Mommy's cunt with your cock."
Slowly all eight inches filled me and I watched as his facial expressions gave away how in awe he was that he was not only losing his virginity, but he was losing it to his mother. He paused, enjoying the feeling of my cunt wrapped around his cock. Slowly, he began to make love to me. It was slow and tender and he leaned forward and kissed me. The odd mix of dominance and romance was strange yet erotic and it only seemed to enhance the intimacy of the moment. His hands cupped my breasts as he began to slowly fuck me faster. He broke the kiss and began to smother my tits with kisses. He explored every crevice of my breasts with his lips, tongue and teeth all the while keeping a steady pace. Time stood still as I took my son's cherry and allowed him to explore his Mother's in ways society would detest.
It was over fifteen minutes before he suddenly pulled out and flipped me onto my side. As he repositioned himself, I teased, "Are you going to try the other hole now, baby?"
"Shhhh," he ordered, as his cock slipped back into my cunt. "I am not done with this one yet."
"They're all yours, baby," I moaned. Unlike when we were in the missionary position, this time he fucked me. He wrapped his arm around me, cupped my left breast for leverage and began thrusting in and out of me. His body slamming into my ass with each hard thrust into me had me hot in seconds and my nasty mouth returned. "Harder, baby, fuck Mommy harder."
He obliged, his cock somehow going deeper with each push. "You like that, Mommy?" he asked.
"Oh yes, baby, I fucking love it. Promise me you will fuck me again and again," I moaned.
His confidence clearly building, "Don't worry slut, I have definite plans for you."
"You doooooooo?" I moaned in surprise, the thought making me even hotter.
He fucked me harder, he fucked me faster and I felt his legs stiffen and knew I was soon going to get my second hole filled by his cum. Unlike the previous two courtesy warnings he gave before he came on my feet and in my mouth, this time he announced, "I'm going to come in you Mommy, I'm going to come in my slut."
His confidence a turn on, my orgasm was close to and I moaned, "Oh yes, baby, fill Mommy with your cum. Fill me with your seed. Make Mommy your cum deposit."
"Aaaaaaaaaah, fuuuuuuck," he grunted and I felt my pussy walls being sprayed which triggered my own orgasm.
"Fuuuuck, Mommy's coming too, baby." He kept pistoning in and out of me as we both quaked with pleasure
Suddenly, he pulled out, pushed me onto my back and shoved his cock shiny with my juices in my mouth. Although the position was awkward, I bobbed back and forth as best I could, desperate to prove my utter obedience to my son, my new Master.
He finally pulled out and collapsed beside me, sweat dripping down his forehead. Silence lingered for a long time as we both just allowed the afterglow of what we've done these past two hours to linger.
Finally, I rolled onto my side and said, "Michael, that was amazing."
Michael turned to face me too. "I can't believe it."
"What?" I smiled, "That you just fucked your Mom?"
"All of it; that you saw me masturbating; that you are submissive; everything we just did," he responded, clearly overwhelmed by it all.
I asked, "You don't regret it, do you?"
"God no," he replied, "I just can't believe how lucky I am."
"I am the lucky one," I said, my hand slowly caressing his chest.
"Oh Mom, I have fantasized about you all my life. But it never occurred to me that it was ever anything more than a fantasy," he admitted, his facial expression one of utter delirium.
"Was it as good as you fantasized?" I asked.
"God yes," he answered.
"Better than the stories?" I asked, my hand ever so slowly moving lower, to his now only semi-erect cock. Taking a quick glimpse at his cock, I wondered if it was on its way to slumber or was it again on the rise.
"I don't need the stories anymore, Mom, we just made our own," he pointed out.
I chuckled, "I guess we did." I looked at his cock, which was indeed growing again. "You are insatiable," I purred.
He shrugged, "My record is nine."
"Nine what?" I asked, unclear what he was talking about.
"I have came nine times in one day," he revealed.
My hand reaching for his almost fully erect cock, I teased, "Well, I am not sure I can do nine, baby, but I can definitely do one more and I do have one last hole for you to fill."
"You sure Mom?" he asked.
"I have never been sure about anything more in my life, Master," I replied, again stressing my utter submission to him.
As he sat up, I said, "The lube is in the drawer of the nightstand."
He reached for the nightstand and found my small collection of toys, which included a couple of vibrators and a butt plug. He paused and looked at me.
I shrugged, "It is lonely being a single Mother."
"Not anymore," he promised, returning with the lube.
I coated his cock generously, not having had a real cock in my ass in a couple of years after I briefly dated a co-worker. I got on all fours and presented my still very fine ass to him. "What do you think of my ass, baby?"
"Fucking awesome," he replied, as he moved behind me.
"Now go slow at first baby," I said, "your cock is pretty big for any girl's backdoor."
He slapped my ass playfully and said, "I thought I was in charge here."
I instantly played along. "Sorry, Master, do with your slut as you please."
"Good girl," he purred, which sent a chill down my spine, that being his father's trademark saying to me.
"Fuck Mommy's ass, baby," I moaned, as the tip of his cock pushed past my tight puckered entrance.
As he slowly went deeper, he moaned, "Holy shit, it is so hot and tight."
"All for you, baby," I moaned, as his cock slowly filled me.
"So fucking tight," he grunted, as the last couple of inches filled my ass.
His cock feeling so perfect in my ass, I finally allowed my mind to let go and be controlled like I used to all those years ago. "Fuck your cock feels so perfect in my ass, Master."
"Master," he repeated, "I am really beginning to like being called that."
As his cock began sliding in and out of my ass, I declared again, "Yes Master. In this house you are in charge and I am yours unconditionally."
"Fuck," he grunted, "you are so hot Mom."
"You are too, baby. You are a hot fucking stud, just like your Dad was," I moaned, beginning to buck back on his cock, wanting him deeper inside me.
"Bounce that ass on my cock, Mommy," he instructed. I obeyed, attempting to get in a constant rhythm.
"Good girl," he repeated the magic words, his hands slowly roaming over my back and ass.
"Oh yes, son, your cock was made to fill me," I moaned. I bounced back on his cock for an eternity, Michael having already came three times tonight. My knees ached, but I was determined to feel his cum coat my ass so I tried to go for the kill verbally. "Oh God, baby. I need your cum in my ass. I will do anything for it baby."
"What about Crystal, Mommy?" he said, surprising me.
"What?" I gasped.
"I want to see you seduce her so I can fuck her too," he announced, adding "I have always hated her condescending treatment of me."
"Oh God," I moaned, the sudden thought of my daughter and I in the throes of lesbian lust suddenly bringing me to a boil again.
"Oh God, what?" he asked, beginning to fuck my ass harder.
"Oh God, yes, Master, I will help make her your submissive sister slut," I promised, as my hand went to my clit.
"Dyking out with your daughter is turning you on, Mommy?" he asked, now pounding my ass so hard each thrust forward had me falling forward.
"Yes, baby, obeying your every command gets me off," I admitted, rubbing my clit furiously, even as my mind played the seemingly preposterous notion of seducing my very strong-willed daughter.
As his cock tore apart my ass I desperately tried to push him over the limit. "Fuck, baby, do you want to see me eat your sister's cunt?"
"Fuuuck, yes," he grunted, clearly close.
Pushing him over the edge, I asked, "How about if I fucked your sister's tight ass with the strap-on I have from when I used to get fucked in college?"
That was the final straw as he grunted and I felt his cum filling my ass and fulfilling the tri-fecta of coming in all three of my pleasure holes in one night. As his cum coated my rectum, another orgasm washed through me as the idea of seducing my daughter bounced in my head, a ridiculous fantasy already becoming an obsession.
"I'm coming too, baby," I screamed, "Don't stop pounding Mommy's ass."
He kept the full frontal assault, until my orgasm finished pulsing through me and I collapsed out of utter exhaustion onto the bed.
I could feel my son's cum slowly leaking out my ass as my son joined me on the bed. Looking into each other's eyes, I smiled and said, "I love you, Michael."
"I love you too, Mom."
After a brief pause, I smiled, "So your sister, hey?"