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I was still in bed the next morning when I heard the shower go on at about 9:30. My heart started beating faster. My dick was already hard from when I woke up. I made myself not touch it, which was like torture. I was tempted to get up and go into the bathroom and watch my mom taking her shower, but I stayed where I was. I wanted to see if I really could make her come to me.

The shower stopped and I listened carefully. I couldn’t hear much, but it sounded like she was going through her usual routine. After about ten minutes I heard the bathroom door open. This was it. I silently counted down from ten. That’s about how long it would take her to get to my room.

3….2….1…1…1…0. Nothing. I was disappointed for about two seconds, then I started getting angry. I was about to go find her and make her pay for defying me, but then my door opened.

Mom stepped in with a big white towel wrapped around her, and nothing else. A rush of adrenaline flooded through me and made my hands feel all funny. It worked! Holy fucking shit!

She ran her fingers through her long, wet hair and pulled it back off her bare shoulders. I’d seen her do that many times before, but it was a million times sexier this time.

“Dad gone?” I asked.

“Off at church,” she said, sounding a annoyed. My dad had a ritual of going to the big warehouse-type hardware store every Sunday morning. Mom called it his temple. The strange thing was that my dad never really ever did any projects around the house. He’d come home sometimes with a new tool, or whatever, but I never saw him using any of them to actually fix something.

“Becca?”

“Downstairs watching cartoons.”

I pulled the covers aside, got out of bed and walked over to her. It still felt awesomely weird being naked in front of my mom, especially with a big hard-on.

I walked around her while she just stood there waiting.

“Can you make this fast? I’ve got a lot to do today and I don’t want to waste all morning watching you masturbate.”

“You smell good,” I said as I came around in front of her. I wanted to rip the towel off, but I controlled myself.

I stepped back and looked her up and down. She was so sexy just standing there. The towel was barely able to wrap around her boobs. They were squished together and a lot of cleavage was showing. Most of her thighs were showing–like she had on a micro-mini skirt that barely hid her naked pussy.

“Hurry up,” she insisted. “Becca could come looking for me any minute.”

I scratched my fingers through my pubes. “I wonder what Becca would think if she somehow ended up seeing that picture of you with your finger in your twat.”

“Alex! Don’t even think about it!”

“All I’m saying is that I’m not crazy about your attitude.”

She looked like she wanted to scream at me, but she held back. “I know it all seems like fun and games to you now, but how long do you think you can get away with this?”

“I guess for as long as you want me to be the only one who knows what a complete slut whore you are.” I ran my fingers along the length of my hard shaft. “I mean, who knows? What if Becca wants to grow up to be just like her mommy and cheat on her husband, and suck strange guys’ dicks all the time?”

“One time, Alex! It wasn’t like–” she got all choked up and couldn’t finish. She let out a long sigh. “You wouldn’t understand.”

I couldn’t hold off any longer. “Open your towel, Mom. I want to see you naked.”

She didn’t even hesitate. She undid the corner of the towel where it was tucked in against the side of her breast, and opened it up displaying her voluptuous, mature body to me. Even though I’d seen it before, it made me feel a little lightheaded. It was such an amazing sight. Not just that I had a naked lady standing right in front of me, but also that it was my own mom. And she somehow looked even better than when I saw her the last time.

“It’s crazy how fucking choice your tits are, Mom.” I began stroking my dick. “I can’t believe I never really noticed them like this before.”

She didn’t respond, and just stood there holding the towel open.

My eyes moved down to her soft belly, then lower. “You’re not shaving your pussy?” There was a dark shadow beginning to show down there.

“I’d rather not discuss my personal grooming habits with you, if you don’t mind.”

“Does Dad like you to have a bald pussy?”

“Ha,” she scoffed at the suggestion. “Your father hasn’t even noticed I shaved it.”

I put two and two together. “Did the camera guy make you do it?”

“He didn’t make me do anything,” she said. She paused, looking a little upset that she was even talking about this stuff with me. “He suggested, and I chose to do it.”

“How come Dad didn’t notice? Can’t he tell you’ve got no hair down there when you guys have sex?”

“He might have figured it out if he’d bothered to fuck me anytime in the past month and a half.”

This revealing outburst caught me off guard. Mom seemed surprised about it herself.

“Why doesn’t Dad want to have sex with you?”

“Can we stop talking and get on with this? I’m getting cold.” The tips of her nipples were poking up, so she probably wasn’t lying.

“If I was Dad, I would fuck you every chance I could.”

“See if you still feel that way after twenty years.”

I didn’t know exactly what she meant by that, so I ignored it.

“I want to touch your naked tits.”

“Go ahead. It’s not like I have any say in the matter, is it?” She gave me an aggravated look. I stepped closer and reached out with both hands. I was feeling her bare skin for the first time. “This is so humiliating,” she complained.

“It could be worse,” I said with a hint of threat in my tone.

Mom’s tits were so incredibly soft and smooth I couldn’t get enough. I rubbed them, then touched her nipples with my fingertips. I traced the edges of her wide areolas, marveling at how delicate they seemed. I brushed my thumbs over the stiff nubs at the center. It made my balls tingle when I noticed them getting even stiffer under my touch.

“Do you like the way that feels?” I asked.

It took her a second to answer. “No. I don’t like any of this, Alex.”

“I like it.” I went back to playing with her.

“I’m not doing this because I want to. You understand that, right?” She was trying to lecture me as if she still had a shred of authority. “I’m being forced to do this. You’re blackmailing me, and this is completely against my will.”

“Can I kiss one of your nipples?”

“No,” she responded right away. “Don’t you dare even think about putting your mouth on me.”

I leaned forward and kissed one of her nipples.

“I hate what you’re doing to me, Alex. I hate that you’re taking advantage of me like this. I’ve spent your whole life doing everything for you, and this is how you treat me?”

I moved to her other tit and kissed that nipple as well. I gave it a lick, then sucked on it.

“All I’m doing is treating you like the slut that you are.”

“Don’t call me that. That’s not what I am.”

I went back to her other nipple and gave that one a suck. It felt so good. I was actually sucking on my very first titty, and it was fantastic!

“Look how much your nips are sticking out.”

“Don’t imagine for a second it’s because this is exciting me in any way.”

“Yeah, right,” I chuckled and went back to suckling her boobs. “I’ll bet if I check your pussy it’s probably wet right now.”

Before I could make good on that proposal, I felt my mom’s hand wrap around my cock. She began stroking me softly. “Let’s get this done with,” she said. “I can’t stand around here all day while you play with yourself.”

I let her work my shaft for me while I continued to fondle and suck those glorious breasts of hers. The funny thing was that being distracted by fooling with her tits meant that I wasn’t so quick to blow my load. Mom went on tugging my cock for a couple of minutes before she realized I wasn’t going give it up so easy.

“Maybe this will move things along,” she finally said.

She knelt down in front of me, put my stiff cock between her tits, squeezed them together, and started sliding them up and down on me. Not only did it feel amazing, but it looked incredibly hot. Seeing the head of my cock disappear between those two fleshy globes, then reappear and almost poke my mom up under the chin was more thrilling that I could have dreamed.

“Come on, Alex,” she said in a surprisingly pleasant voice. “Cum on Mommy’s tits. Fuck Mommy’s big tits and shoot that load all over them. I know you want to. Cum for Mommy.”

“Oh, shit, yes!” I squeaked out as I began pumping out spurts of jizz that landed on her boobs and up on her throat.

Mom stood up before the last shudder of pleasure had finished running through me.

“We done here?” The pleasant tone was gone, and was back to stony coldness.

“For now.”

She snatched up the towel, quickly covered herself, and turned to go.

“Thanks for letting me cum on you.”

“I didn’t let–” The words were spoken through clenched teeth, and she stopped herself from finishing her sentence. Even before she had closed the door behind her as she left, I was already looking forward to what I was going to do to her next.

I used my blanket to wipe the cum off the head of my dick and got dressed. The whole while I was thinking how awesome it felt to titty fuck my mom. Plus, playing with her big juggs and sucking her nips was super-hot. Now that some time had passed I wasn’t quite as angry with her as right after I caught her slutting it up with that guy. I was actually beginning to think that it was one of the luckiest days of my life.

Mom did everything she could to avoid me for the rest of the day until dinner. I pretty much left her alone, but I couldn’t help messing with her once we all sat down to eat.

“Hey, Dad? I have a question about girls.”

“Oh?” He looked over at my mom, who tensed up all of the sudden.

“Yeah, a guy I know is going steady with this one girl, but the other day I saw her with some other guy holding hands and stuff.” I glanced over at Mom and saw her pretending like she wasn’t on the verge of crapping her pants. “I don’t know if I should tell the first guy that his girlfriend is messing around with another boy or not.”

“Gee, Alex, that’s a tricky one.” My dad chewed on a bite of roast beef and thought about it. “On the one hand, it’s not exactly as if they’re married, now is it? But, even so, there’s a lot to be said for loyalty.”

“Do you mean me being loyal to the guy I know, or the girl being loyal to him?”

“Well…both, I suppose.”

“So, if you were this guy whose girlfriend is cheating on him, would you want me to tell you what I saw?”

There was a loud clatter. We all looked toward Mom. She had dropped her fork and it banged against her plate. “Whoops,” she offered timidly. “Maybe we shouldn’t be discussing this at the table.”

“It’s an interesting dilemma,” my dad went on, spearing a green bean with his fork. “Ignorance can be bliss, but in this case I think I would want to know.” He popped the green bean into his mouth and munched on it. “Trust is the main thing in a relationship, Alex, always remember that. Once you lose the trust, well, you pretty much lose everything and it’s all over after that.”

“She’s a bad girl,” Becca piped up.

“She sure is,” I said, unable to keep the smirk off my face as I glanced once more at Mom. She wasn’t willing to look me in the eye, but I could see by the way the space between her eyebrows was all scrunched up that she wasn’t happy at all.

“Your friend won’t like hearing it,” Dad warned, “but he’ll be better off in the long run and he’ll probably thank you for it one day down the road.”

“Thanks, Dad,” I said with a smile. “That makes a lot of sense.”

“There’s pudding,” Mom announced before I could say any more. “Who wants some?”

She was tense for the rest of the night, but Dad and Becca were oblivious to it all. I loved watching her squirm, no matter how many dirty looks she gave me.

The next day when I walked out of school I was surprised to see Mom’s car parked out front. She was waiting there to give me a ride home.

I plopped into the passenger seat, then leaned over to give her an innocent kiss on the cheek. She backed away and didn’t let me.

“Put your seat belt on.”

I did as I was told with a shit-eating grin on the whole time.

“I never even thought of other stuff I could make you to do for me. A ride back and forth to school every day is a good idea.”

She didn’t dignify my snarky comment with a response, and kept her attention on the road. After a couple minutes she pulled over in front of the pizza place and parked. Mom reached into her purse and pulled out a thick envelope. She looked around and held it out to me.

“I can’t take any more of this, Alex. I hate myself for letting you get away with your perversions with me, and it has to stop.”

“So what’s this?” I took the envelope and looked inside. It was full of cash.

“It’s fifteen-hundred dollars,” her voice cracked as she spoke. “You take this money, give me all the CDs you have with the pictures, stop forcing me to do sexual things with you, and we forget everything and never speak of it again.”

I actually had to think about this. Fifteen-hundred bucks! This was serious cheddar. Mom must really be getting desperate.

“You think you can just buy your way out of this?”

“Please take the money, Alex. I want it to end.”

“How do you even know you can trust me?”

“I don’t have a choice.” She stared out the front windshield. “All I can do is hope that there’s some small bit of decency left in you, and you’ll stop using me the way you have been.”

I watched a group of seniors from my school head into the pizza place. I realized now why Mom picked this spot. She knew I wouldn’t be able to make her do anything out in public, especially with k**s that might know me around.

“It is a lot of money,” I said. “But I really like seeing you naked whenever I want.” She tensed up at that. “Jerking off with you watching is ten times better than doing it alone with only pictures. The real thing is way better.”

“What else can I give you?” She was doing everything she could not to cry. “What do you want for everything to go back to normal?”

I reached over and squeezed her thigh. “After what you did, I don’t think we can go back.”

“If your goal is to punish me,” she moved my hand away before I could slide it any farther up her leg, “you’ve succeeded. I’ve more than learned my lesson.”

She took a deep breath and I watched her chest rise and fall. I wanted to grab her titties so bad right there in the car–I almost didn’t care who might see. Instead, I opened the envelope and took out two twenties, then tucked it back into her purse.

“I’m the one who gets to decide when your punishment is enough.” I opened the car door and climbed out. I leaned back in. “Tonight, after Dad falls asleep, come to my room. You’re going to suck my cock, and I’m going to cum in your mouth again.” She still refused to look at me. “Later, Mom.”

As soon as I shut the door, she gunned it and pulled away as quick as she could. She was pissed! Normally that would have bothered me, but not anymore. All that mattered was that I was going be getting a sweet blowjob later that night.

* * * * *

My English teacher was droning on about Hamlet killing Polonius. Just when I thought I was about to die of boredom I began to wonder about old Gertrude. I realized that she was maybe a bit of a slut whore herself. The way Hamlet was so worked up over things he probably wanted to punish her for banging some guy other than his father. The story would have been much better if Shakespeare had Hamlet make her get naked and do sex stuff with him.

Once my mind got on that track, I thought about what happened in my bedroom last night. Mom showed up just like I’d told her to. She was wrapped up tight in her robe like before. This time I had her strip down to nothing right out of the gate. I made her just stand there while I looked her over from my bed and played with my dick some.

After a minute or so of that, I told her to come over and suck me. She had to get onto the bed to do it, and I could feel her tits pressed against my thighs while she was swallowing my prick. Holy shit did that feel good. A warm, wet mouth; tongue wiggling against my shaft; lips sliding up and down.

The really weird part was that she took my cock out of her mouth and started licking and sucking my balls. It felt crazy good, so I wasn’t complaining, but it wasn’t anything I made her do. She just did it on her own. I couldn’t figure that out.

After she went back to blowing me, I put my hand on the back of her head. She got all torqued and told me not to do that. So, of course, a few seconds later I put both hands on her head. She didn’t bother yelling at me again, knowing it would probably only make things worse. It was so cool having the power to control her like that.

When I was about to cum, I sort of started fucking her mouth and it didn’t even seem to be any trouble for her to take it. I blew my load, and I might have seen stars for a second when I did. As soon as I spunked in her mouth, she began looking around for something to spit it out into. I told her she had to spit it out onto her tits.

Mom obviously didn’t want to do it. She gave me the angriest look she could while holding my wad in her mouth, then gave in. She pushed her tits together and let all my spooge dribble down onto her boobs. I had her rub it all around, and smear it on her nipples. She hated it, but I loved it.

I made her say thank you, and tell me how much she liked sucking my cock for me. I’d never heard my mom say a single dirty thing before a week ago, and now I had her talking to me like a complete whore. It was all seemed too good to be true.

She had to sit there on my bed naked, with my jizz all over her tits, and watch me jerk off after that. It probably seems lame, but I really got off on watching my mom watch me jack my cock and shoot my load. She didn’t say anything, but the way her face looked I could pretend that she liked seeing me do it.

After cumming the second time, I sent her away. There was something very cool about knowing I could do stuff with my mom whenever I wanted. If I was messing around with a regular girl I’d be at her mercy, never knowing if she would all of the sudden decide to not let me feel her up one day, or maybe even dump me. Having dependable, sexual access to a real woman meant that I could take my time and not worry that I was going to miss out on anything. Life was good.

The bell rang and I realized I had a huge boner in my pants. I stayed in my seat and copied the notes off the board while everyone headed out. I forced myself not to think about Mrs. Kelly’s ass. She was probably older than my mom, but for an English teacher she had a pretty sweet little caboose. Finally, when my hard-on went down enough, I went to my next class.

When I got home there was no one around. Mom was probably making an effort to avoid me, or at least not be home with me alone. I dropped my backpack and headed straight for her bedroom. I started with her underwear drawer, and began snooping through it. I don’t know what I was looking for. I’d thought about doing this before, but I was always afraid about what would happen if I got caught. Mom couldn’t do anything to me now if she found out I was going through her things.

Most of her underwear was boring. I tried sniffing them, but they only smelled like Tide. In the back, there was a blue thong with the price tag still on it. I guess mom wasn’t very adventurous in the panty department. Probably because she didn’t have anyone to show them off for.

It pissed me off that my dad was so lame. He had this totally hot woman that he could stick his dick in whenever he wanted, and Mom said they haven’t fucked in months. I wondered if he was cheating on her. I couldn’t picture it. But then again, I never pictured my mom spreading her legs for a guy with a camera. Anyway, it was more likely my dad was just whacking off by himself instead of banging Mom. What a fucking loser.

I found a bottle of something called Astroglide in the drawer of my mom’s nightstand. It looked like it might have something to do with sex. My dick started getting hard as I tried to figure out what she used it for. I snooped around a little more and hit the jackpot.

Under the edge of her mattress my fingers touched something hard. I pulled it out and it was a vibrating dildo. It was plain while, made of hard plastic, and had a blunt rounded end. When you twisted the base it buzzed. The more you turned it, the faster it went. It wasn’t all that exotic, but the idea that my mom had put this thing in her pussy and fucked herself with it got my boner up to full strength in about two seconds.

I sniffed it. There was a very faint smell of something, but I wasn’t sure if it was pussy. I licked it. It mostly just tasted like plastic. Knowing Mom, she probably cleaned it each time after she used it. I took my dick out and turned the vibrator on. I ran my mom’s sex toy along my shaft, and touched it to my balls. It felt funny, but it wasn’t anything that I could really get off to.

I put the dildo back under Mom’s mattress and continued exploring. I wasn’t finding anything else kinky, and my dick had pretty much gone limp, but then things took a turn.

In her closet was a Fredrick’s of Hollywood box, and inside was some kind of flimsy lingerie. There were a bunch of different things in there and I had to dump it all out on the bed to sort it out. Everything was white. The top part was all lacy where the boobs go, and the rest was see-through. The matching panties were the same kind of see-through fabric, and there wasn’t much to them. There was some kind of other thing with straps all over it. And there were two white stockings.

I wondered if my mom ever actually wore it. She’d look like a slutty angel. It was probably for some special occasion. I rubbed the panties on my dick, thinking about Mom getting fucked while wearing all of this sexy stuff. I decided that I had to see it on her.

I laid everything out as neat as I could on the bed, then went and got a pen and a piece of paper. I wrote a note that said, “Put this on and come to my room so I can jerk off to my slutty mom’s sexy body.”

I left the note on the bed with the lingerie, then went to my room, made some preparations, and waited. Mom was probably dropping Becca off at dance class. The theory was that she’d be home soon and we’d have plenty of time before Dad or my little sister showed up. This was going to be awesome!

When I heard my mom’s car pull into the driveway, I threw my comic book aside and stripped off my clothes. I listened to her move around the house. When I heard her finally going to her bedroom, I began to get hard. I forced myself not to touch my dick as I waited. After another minute, my door opened up.

My mom was standing there in a pair of jeans and a shapeless sweatshirt, looking all pissed off. I was disappointed and angry at the same time.

“I don’t appreciate you going through my private things,” she hissed at me.

“And I don’t appreciate you cheating on my father.”

“Look, Alex, I know you have the advantage over me, but you can’t really expect me to answer your every perverted whim forever.”

Damn, I never noticed how hot she looked when she was mad.

“No, not forever.” I tickled the underside of my dick. I admit that it was kind of a turn on that she barely even reacted to the fact that I was naked with a hard-on when she came into my room. It was like she was almost expecting it at this point. “I’ll probably get tired of screwing around with you some day, but until then you have to do what I say.”

“And if I decide to call your bluff?”

I just shrugged and didn’t say anything. She gave me a long hard stare, like she was trying to see if I would give away some hint that I didn’t have the balls to follow through on my threats. With an angry shake of her head, she walked away.

It wasn’t clear what she’d decided. I still thought my mom was a complete slut, but now that wasn’t as angry about it, I couldn’t say if I was bluffing or if I would really show my dad the pictures. When I thought about it, my life would probably get just as messed up as Mom’s if they ended up getting divorced.

There had to be a limit to how far I could push this thing, but there was no way of me knowing where the line was. It would be better for me to stop too early, than go too far and fuck things up beyond all recognition. The trick was to make sure I didn’t let on that I was having any doubts.

Mom appeared in my doorway wearing the slinky lingerie. All other thoughts left my head immediately, and the only thing my brain could do was go bonkers over how amazingly sexy she looked. I almost couldn’t breathe for a few seconds.

“I don’t have time for this, Alex.” She walked into my room. The fabric swayed seductively, her big tits bouncing slightly as she moved. “Hurry up and get your pathetic thrills whacking off to your own mother so I can go get dinner started.”

I noticed something then that I hadn’t expected. “You put on high heels.”

She looked down and maybe even blushed a little. “It’s just part of the outfit.”

That might have been true, but she didn’t have to go through the trouble. I was glad she did. The effect was stunning. The shoes gave her legs and ass had a different shape to them. But it was more than that. It was almost like she had a whole different attitude about her. She came across as stronger, or maybe more confident. I couldn’t really tell exactly, but it was definitely different.

I gave up trying to figure it out and focused on her body. Her tits were all pushed up by the lacy white cups. She was sporting major cleavage. My mom normally never wore anything the least bit revealing, so this was pretty much the first time I’d seen her boobs packaged and displayed like that. It was majorly hot. I could also see the circles of her wide nipples through the lace. For some reason that was sexier than seeing her tits naked.

The see-through parts of the negligee hung down over the middle of her body to her hips. It barely veiled her skin, and did something to accentuate all her mature, womanly curves in a very enticing way.

The skimpy little panties might have been the best part of it all. It had frilly stuff that went around the waist and her thighs, but all the rest of it was sheer. I was able to see the dark shadow of her whiskers easily through a gauzy mist. What was better was that I could see a hint of the crease of her outer pussy lips. I didn’t get why, but it turned me on more than when she had nothing on at all.

“Turn around,” I told her.

“What for?” She shot back in an annoyed tone.

“I want to see how your ass looks.”

She looked like she was going to protest, then didn’t bother. She turned around and let me see her butt. It was fantastic. The panties had bunched up into her ass crack, so they looked almost like a thong. My mom’s butt was fairly big, wider than it was when she was young, but it looked great anyway. She couldn’t help adjusting the panties. She pulled them out of her butt crack and arranged them how they were supposed to go. Even seeing her do that was as sexy as hell.

“Okay, you can turn back around.” I looked her up and down hungrily as she did. “Even though you’re a complete slut, Mom, at least you’re a smoking hot one.

"Are you going to jerk off, or what?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Alex, quit playing games and just do it already.”

“Tell me you want me to.”

“I want you to.”

“Not like that.” I gave my balls a light squeeze.

“I want you to jerk off. Is that what you want me to say?”

“You can do better.”

She gave an exasperated sigh, then tossed her hair back over her shoulder, looked straight at me, and in a very sexy voice said, “I want you to jerk off for me, Alex.”

“More.”

“I want you to wrap your hand around that hard cock of yours and stroke it for me.”

I did what she said.

“That’s a good boy. Rub your penis up and down. Look at your mom dressed up all sexy for you and stroke your cock.”

“Keep going,” I whispered.

“Do you like looking at your mommy’s tits when you jerk off?” She squished them together between her upper arms, making her cleavage bulge up beautifully. “You’re a dirty little pervert, aren’t you? Jerking your cock over Mommy’s big titties.”

“What about your pussy?” I was already about to explode. “Say some stuff about that.”

That annoyed look was back for a second, but she quickly hid it. She knew the faster she could get me off, the faster she could get this over with.

“Yes, my dirty boy likes his mommy’s pussy, doesn’t he? You look at it while you make your little penis cum. Do you think about your mom’s big, wet pussy when you masturbate in your room all alone like a nasty pervert?”

I didn’t like that she was slipping in those digs–calling my penis little, and saying I’m a perv–but it was turning me on so much that I didn’t even care.

“I’m almost gonna cum,” I blurted out. “Put it in your mouth, Mom. Hurry!”

Her jaw clenched, and she didn’t move.

“You know you don’t have a choice,” I said quickly, trying as hard as I could to keep from cumming too soon. “So hurry up and put my cock in your mouth so you can eat my cum!”

As soon as the head of my dick slipped past her lips I let loose. My balls jumped, and I filled my mother’s mouth with several spurts of warm jizz. She took it all in without flinching and swallowed it down in two gulps. She held my cock in her mouth for several seconds more than she needed to, then released me and straightened up. Only then did it hit me that my mom really did it. She ate my cum like I told her and didn’t spit it out. Maybe what her profile said on that MILF web site was true about how she liked the taste of cum.

Even in my dizzy state of mind I still couldn’t get over how hot she looked in that slinky outfit. She turned to go, but I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.

“Hold on,” I said before she got too far. “I’m going to play with you some more.”

“Alex, I don’t have all day.” Her back was to me, which gave me a chance to once again gaze at her shapely ass. “Maybe you don’t care, but I have responsibilities that don’t include servicing your depraved fetishes.”

I wasn’t even paying attention to what she was babbling about. I got out of bed and stepped aside.

“Come over and lay down,” I instructed her.

“You just came in my mouth. Isn’t that enough for one day?”

“Stop bitching, and lay down on my bed. Now.” Mom stubbornly refused to obey me. “Am I going to have to start tying you down to make sure you do everything I want?”

Her hands curled into fists. I waited, not saying another word. After a few moments she let her hands relax and open up. She shook the tension out of her fingers and did as she was told. I looked over her lingerie-d****d body once again. The effect was still mind blowing. I didn’t get how more clothes could be more erotic than less. I walked around to the other side of my bed, drinking in her reclining form the entire time.

“Take off your panties.”

She followed my instructions quickly and efficiently. She had her legs out straight on the bed, pressing them together trying to hide herself down there as much as possible. It wasn’t going to work.

“Open up your legs.”

“You can see all you need to see like this.”

“Not good enough.” I reached over and groped one of her lace-covered tits. “Open up, Mom.”

She parted her legs slightly.

“Wider.”

I got one of her vicious dirty looks, but I was immune to those by this point. She splayed her legs further apart. This brought a victorious smile to my face.

Mom’s pussy was more exposed to me than it had ever been so far–not counting when she was spreading it for that guy. But this was just for me. And it was a million times better than a picture. I was really and truly staring straight at my own mother’s naked pussy.

Dark whiskers covered her outer lips and formed a neat triangle above her slit. It looked awesome when it was shaved bald, but it also looked smoking hot like this. I couldn’t wait to see what it would be like when it was all hairy again.

She had a pretty good sized mound that rosed up then sloped away toward her belly. Her lips were plump and full. Her slit was a thick crease that widened toward the bottom, hinting at the opening within. I felt a strange falling sensation deep in my tummy. Mom’s pussy was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Spread it open for me,” I said softly.

“Alex, don’t make me do this,” she begged in a quivering voice.

I was getting very tired of her always resisting. “Spread it for me like the way you spread it for that douchebag guy.”

“How far do you plan on going with this?” She brought her legs together much to my frustration. “This has already gone far beyond what it should. You can’t expect to keep pushing me like this.”

“My plan is to make you do whatever I want for as long as I want.” I stroked my fingers along the length of her thigh. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“You may not believe it, but there is a line, Alex.” She turned her hips before my touch could reach the place where her thighs met. “At some point you’re going to force me to accept that divorce is preferable to allowing my own son to mistreat me in such a vile manner.”

I toyed with the hem of her negligee for a few seconds, as if thinking over what she was saying. But it was all just for show.

“If you hate it so much, why is your pussy wet right now?”

“It is not.” She said firmly, shame tinted anger flashing in her eyes. “This is the most humiliating thing that has ever happened to me, and I hate you more every day for putting me through this.”

“Spread your pussy open for me, Mom.”

Her hands clenched into fists again. “No.”

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. Spread your pussy wide so I can see everything.”

“You’re a disgusting little monster.” She punched a fist against my mattress. “If you want to get your thrills, go ahead, but this is as far as I will go.”

“Last chance, Mom.” I walked to my bookshelf that sat opposite the end of my bed. “I want you to open your legs, spread your pussy lips apart, and show me your wet, slutty vagina hole.”

“I won’t.”

I reached between a couple of tilted books on the top shelf and pulled out what I had hidden there earlier.

“This should be interesting,” I said in a snide kind of way.

“What’s that?” She sat up, suddenly worried. “What do you have there?”

I held it up for her to see. Dad’s video camera.

“The divorce is going to be tough, but going to jail is going to be even worse.”

“Jail?”

“Once the judge sees evidence that you’ve been m*****ing your poor, innocent 16-year-old son, you’ll probably go to jail for that, right?”

“Please tell me you’re not serious.” There was genuine panic in Mom’s eyes. “You didn’t really just record us, did you?”

I pointed the camera at her. She crossed her arms over her chest, pointlessly trying to hide herself.

“I knew the pictures wouldn’t always be enough.”

“Enough for what?”

“To keep you in line.” I circled the bed keeping the camera centered on her. “But a video of you talking dirty to me, sucking my cock, and eating my cum, should be enough to make sure you’re obedient from now on. Unless you wouldn’t mind a big trial and going to prison for sexually abusing me.”

“You’re the one abusing me,” she murmured in a plaintive lilt.

“Yeah, but c'mon, Mom, you know it’s not all that bad.”

“This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me in my life, Alex. I know that you have it all twisted around in that sick head of yours, but this is beyond torture.”

“I call bullshit on that.” I moved in closer with the camera. “Move your arms so we can see your nips.”

After giving me a scowl she did what I wanted. I zoomed in on the lace that was barely concealing one of her big nipples.

“I know you like showing off your body like a slut,” I went on, “so that’s not torture for you. I also know for a fact that you like sucking cock. Plus, you admitted that Dad isn’t getting it done for you in the bedroom.” I pulled the top of Mom’s negligee down so that one of her boobs was completely out. Damn, that looked sexy with one out and one still in the lacy cup. “Isn’t this exactly what you were looking for? A little excitement.”

“Not even close, Alex. No matter how hard you try to convince yourself, being sexually blackmailed by my own c***d is not remotely exciting to me. I just want it to be over, and go back to my normal life.”

“That’s not going to happen, Mom.”

I rubbed the head of my hard cock against her naked nipple. I got it all on video.

“Just how far do you intend to go with this?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. How far?”

She wanted to know if I planned on fucking her. I honestly didn’t know myself. I mean I wanted to, but did I really want to? Obviously I was still a virgin. I’d been thinking about how awesome it would feel to put my cock into her pussy. But even though she was way sexy, she was still my mom. Did I want to lose my virginity to my own mother? I wasn’t even sure she’d let me get away with that. Maybe, now that I had her on video, I could. That wasn’t even the whole issue.

Plain and simple, I was kind of scared. I know I was acting all badass with this blackmail stuff, but it was mostly for show. I couldn’t shake the feeling that even as I was doing all this stuff, and I was in control, that my mom was going to turn it around somehow and punish me for what I was doing. Or tell my dad and I’d be grounded for life. That was part of it, but there was more to it.

Looking at Mom, and jacking off in front of her was one thing, but actually having sex with her was altogether different. I didn’t know what it was exactly. What if I didn’t do it right? I didn’t want to come off like a stupid k**–even though she knew that’s what I was. Even after all the things I’d been doing, having real sex kind of scared me some. But I couldn’t let her know that.

“How far, Mom? I guess as far as I want.”

“Be sensible, Alex, things have gone far enough. Let’s not go beyond what we’ve done already.”

“And what have we done so far?” I pointed the camera at her face.

“You know very well what that is.”

“Say it.”

She shook her head. I waited. It only took ten seconds of silence before she gave in.

“I let you see me naked.”

“What else.”

“You masturbated on me. I performed oral sex on you. And I let you force me to dress up like this.”

“You forgot that you titty fucked me, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Her cheeks were bright red with burning shame.

“And when you gave me oral sex, how did that end?”

“You know the answer to that.”

“Say it for the camera.”

“I swallowed your cum, all right? Is that what you want to hear? I sucked your little cock and you came in your own mother’s mouth, and I swallowed my filthy son’s sperm. Happy?”

The combination of her being angry and talking dirty was so sexy!

“That was perfect. Now spread your legs.”

“Alex, no. Becca is going to be home any time now, and I still have to get dinner started.”

“Then you better hurry up and open your legs for me.”

She was backed into a corner once again. “Fine, I will, but not with the camera on.”

I didn’t feel like arguing over it, I just wanted her to hurry up and do it. I stopped the recording and put the video camera in one of my desk drawers (somewhere that it wouldn’t be easy for her to grab if she wanted to).

“There, no camera. Now let me see that skanky pussy of yours.”

“You honestly have no idea how sick you are, do you?”

I just gave her another one of my big shit-eating grins in response.

Mom settled back onto the bed, her one tit still hanging out, and opened her legs. Her hands moved reluctantly to her crotch. I grabbed my cock and began stroking slowly in anticipation.

Her fingers touched her stubbly outer lips and paused. Oh God, I couldn’t believe she was really about to do this. How humiliating it must be to be forced to totally expose yourself in front of your own horny son.

My mom slowly pulled her pussy lips apart, opening up all her intimate secrets to me. If this was a movie it would have been the cue for the heavenly choir to start singing. A real live pussy, spread wide for me in all its glory. Not only that, but it was my mom’s pussy to boot. Something I never imagined I’d ever see in my whole life. And now there it was, right in front of my eyes. The cherry on top was that I could also totally jack off to it as much as I wanted.

Which is exactly what I did. I stared at the pink intricacies of her lady parts and whacked away at my cock like there was no tomorrow. I could see where her clit was, and her pair of wavy inner lips that bowed out to each side then came together lower down near where her hole was. It looked so fucking good.

She had her head turned to the side, and her eyes were closed. It was like she couldn’t stand to look at what she was doing. This was turning me on in its own way, but I wanted her to see me while I jacked off to her pussy.

“Why are you all wet down there, Mom?”

“I’m not wet.” She didn’t move.

“It looks all wet down by your vagina.”

She tried to see for herself, but couldn’t from the angle she was at. The fingers of one of her hands slid lower and she felt around her pussy hole. She looked up at me and seemed like she was embarrassed or something.

“That just happens to women sometimes,” she said dismissively.

“It happens when they’re turned on and horny, right?”

“I’ll give you one more minute to cum, Alex, then I have to go get dressed before anyone comes home.”

“Yeah, it would suck if someone came home early and caught you acting like a slut and spreading your pussy open.”

She just glared at me. I liked it though and I stuck my dick out towards her and beat off faster. Mom didn’t look away. She looked straight at my cock and kept holding her pussy open for me. I could see more wetness trickling out of her whore hole and dribbling down her butt crack.

“Your pussy looks so beautiful, Mom,” I said without even thinking. The closer I got to cumming, the braver I got it seemed. Not really brave, I guess, but more like I wasn’t afraid to say or do almost anything. “I’m going to cum on your pussy!”

“No, Alex, don’t!” Mom yelled in a panic. “You could make me pregnant that way.”

I tried to move closer so I could squirt on her open twat. “Bullcrap.”

“I’m not on any birth control,” she said quickly covering her pussy. “If any of your sperm gets inside me I could get pregnant!”

I was on the edge of cumming. “Okay, fine! Just move your hand!” I backed off some.

Mom took her hand away and once again pulled her lips apart nice and far. Seeing her do that for me made me lose it. My balls felt like they twisted up in a knot and I shot a huge load that flew across and landed on one of my mom’s naked thighs. The rest of it spurted on my bedspread and then just oozed out and spilled onto the floor. My whole body shivered and it was the best feeling in the world.

I was lightheaded and things were sort of spinny for a few seconds. My mom scooped up the blob of jizz that landed on her leg with her fingers and put it in her mouth. She must have noticed the shocked look on my face. She looked guilty for a second, then said, “I assumed that’s what you were going to make me do anyway, may as well get it over with, right?”

All I could manage to do was nod.

She got up off my bed and hurried past me out of my room. I stood there with my dick in my hand trying to understand what really just happened. Did she want to eat my cum? Or did she just want to get out of there as quick as she could? Either way it was awesome to know that my mom was tasting my dick spunk. What if she really did actually like it? That would make her such a total slut whore it was ridiculous to even think about.

That’s when I noticed she’d left her panties behind. Maybe it was just because she was in a rush, but maybe not. I picked them up and sniffed them. It was barely there, but I thought I could smell a hint of her pussy. I used them to wipe the tip of my cock clean, and then to mop up some of the goo on my bedspread. I decided to make sure those panties were saturated with my cum before giving them back; which might have been exactly what she was hoping for.

After that I decided to play it cool for a couple days. I basically wanted to force my mom to do sex stuff with me 24/7, but I also wanted to mess with her head. Knowing that I had even more control over her now that I had the video made it so I knew I could have her whenever I wanted for a long time to come.

During those days I was the perfect son. I did my homework, took care of my chores, was nice to my little sister, and even volunteered to help my clueless Dad clean out the gutters. Mom kept giving me suspicious looks, and I’d just give her an innocent smile in return. Every time I went to say something to her she got this worried look like I was going to tell her to do something dirty. I was discovering being in control gave you power even when you weren’t doing anything. Sweet.

After three days of this I noticed Mom out in the front yard messing around with her flower beds. I decided it was time to get back into it with her. I grabbed the panties that she’d left in my room and headed outside. They were all crusty now with about a dozen of my dried loads. I’d been watching the video I made and jacking off into them the whole time. They were completely nasty.

Mom was on her knees troweling the dirt as I quietly came up behind her.

“I thought you might want these back,” I said casually. As I said this I d****d the sperm-covered panties on the top of one of her rose bushes.

Startled by the sound of my voice she looked around at me with an annoyed expression. That expression changed quick when she saw what was dangling in the sun right out where anyone could see. She snatched the panties as fast as she could and hid them under her shirt, looking around to see if any of the neighbors might have seen. It was hysterical.

“What’s the matter with you?” she hissed at me.

“Come to my room tonight,” I told her in a serious voice. “I want you to get totally naked.”

“Keep your voice down,” she whispered harshly.

“Once your naked, you’re going to lick my balls,” I said a little louder, “while you jerk off my cock for me.”

“Okay, fine! Now go away!”

Mrs. Tanner was coming down the sidewalk with her ugly little dog.

“And I’m also going to touch your pussy.”

I caught her off guard with that. “Whatever, Alex, just go inside, please.”

“Hi, Mrs. Tanner!” I called out and waved. “What do you think of my mom’s bush?” I motioned toward the blooming rose bush, and my mom just about choked next to me.

“It’s lovely,” she answered back and headed toward us. “So big and full,” she gushed. “I wish I could get mine like that. You have to tell me your secret, Sue.”

“Go ahead, Mom,” I said with a smart-assed grin. “Tell her your secret…the one about your big bush.”

She shot me daggers with her eyes as Mrs. Tanner bent down to pick up her yippy mutt. She was a few years older than my mom. Her face wasn’t bad, but you couldn’t hardly tell if she had tits in that pink track suit she was wearing, and her ass was flat as a pancake. I hadn’t cared about women her age before, but now I wouldn’t have minded seeing what she looked like naked.

“Okay, Mom, I’m gonna head inside and watch that video you gave me the other night.” I added a wink for good measure. “See you later Mrs. Tanner. Stay sexy!” I caught a glimpse of her pleasantly shocked expression as I turned and trotted off.

“What was that?” I heard her ask my mom. She sounded more flattered than offended.

“Don’t pay any attention to him, he’s going through a phase. You know how boys can be.”

I could barely keep from busting out laughing. As soon as I got inside I went into the living room and peeked around the curtain at them out there talking. My mom had her hand pressed across the front of her belly, trying to be normal about it. She was trying to keep the panties that were all stiff with my spooge hidden. It must have felt all scratchy against her skin. Mrs. Tanner had no idea what was going on right in front of her. The funniest part was that her stupid little dog kept leaning out and sniffing toward where the panties were under Mom’s shirt. Classic!

That night Mom did exactly as she was told. She quietly slipped into my room just after midnight. All my lights were off, but I could still see pretty good from the light that was coming in through my window. She took off her pajama bottoms and her t-shirt. That was all she had on, so she was naked after that. My cock started getting hard as soon as she came in, and I had a full stiffy by the time she sat down on my bed.

“You awake?” she whispered. I wondered if she was hoping that I’d fallen asleep and would get out of being my slut for the night. No chance.

“Mm hmm.” I heard a slight sigh, and then she pulled my blanket back.

Without wasting any time she got a grip on my dick, put her head down there, and began licking my balls. Holy shit! It felt better than incredible. My mom slowly pulled on my shaft, sliding the sensitive skin of my cock up and down. I couldn’t get over how soft her hand was.

She sucked one of my balls into her mouth. Her tongue played around with it, then she let it go and did the same to the other one. She licked all over my sack, then licked around the sides and even underneath. I got a big chill that went all through me when her tongue flirted with my taint.

“Do that some more,” I instructed.

Without a word she did what I said. Her tongue roamed around in that small area between my legs just under my balls. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. She gave me some kisses down there, then moved back up to my balls.

Her hand started moving faster, and I wasn’t about to complain. I hadn’t noticed at first, but I realized that her big boobs were pressing against my leg. So nice!

“You really know how to suck balls good, Mom,” I moaned. She sucked me a little harder and kept on jerking my dick. “You’re such a whore…aren’t you, Mom? You love cock, don’t you? You’re a cock-loving slut. Say it.”

“I’m a cock-loving slut,” she mumbled against my nut sack.

“You love my cock, don’t you?”

She was licking my balls all over. “I love your cock.” She almost sounded like she meant it that time.

“Tell me how much you want my cum, Mom.”

“I want it, Alex. I want your cum.”

“You want it all over your face.”

“Yes.” She jerked me harder and rubbed the head of my dick against her cheek. “I want your cum on my face. Cum on Mommy’s face.”

I couldn’t stand it any longer. That feeling whipped up the length of my cock and I began shooting spurt after spurt of cum onto my mom’s face. She turned her other cheek and took a couple squirts on that side as well. When I was done, she sucked the tip of my dick clean.

“Did that feel good, Mom?”

She didn’t answer right away. “You should be thinking about doing this stuff with a girl your own age, not with your own mother.”

“No girl my age would ever be able to suck my balls as good as you just did.” I reached out and touched her hair. “Or look as pretty with my cum all over her face.”

“Can I wipe this gunk off now?”

“No, you have to leave it there. And if you’re good, I’ll let you eat my next load of gunk.” I loved making my mom do these disgusting things. Maybe one day I’ll find a girl that likes doing disgusting things as much as me.

“There was something else I wanted to do with you tonight. Do you remember what it was?”

“You said you wanted to touch me down there.”

“Oh, that’s right.” I was surprised she didn’t pretend like she’d forgotten. “Is that okay with you, Mom? If I touch your pussy?”

“No, it’s not okay with me at all.”

“Stand up,” I ordered. She stood, and I sat up on the edge of my bed. I put my hands on her hips and turned her body so she was facing me. Her pussy was directly in front of my face. I reached for it.

My mom deflected my hand before it reached its goal. I smiled at her useless attempts to avoid the inevitable. I went for her crotch with my other hand. Slap! She lightly smacked it away. Mom really wanted to test me. I faked a quick move for her snatch and she swiped at empty air. This type of defiance called for stricter measures.

“I don’t know why you’re bothering to put up a fight,” I said mockingly and stood.

“I’m not letting you touch me there.”

I went to where my robe was hanging from a hook on my closet door. I removed the thin sash and stepped up behind my mom.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

“Why?” She tried to turn, but I held her shoulders and kept her facing away from me. “I don’t like this, Alex. What are you trying to do?”

“I’m reminding you who here is in control.” Her body stiffened. She wanted me to think she wouldn’t budge on this point. I brushed her hair aside and kissed my mom on the back of her neck on the ridge of her rigid spine. “I was thinking that maybe I wouldn’t show the pictures to Dad first.” Another soft kiss. “Maybe I could give the dirty, naked pictures of you to grandma and grandpa first before anyone else.” Kiss.

Her barely perceptible change in posture betrayed her.

“You wouldn’t dare do that to your grandparents.”

“What would your dad think about seeing his sweet daughter spreading her pussy like a tramp? How about your mom? Would she be proud of the way you swallowed that cock all the way down your throat?”

I stepped back half a pace. Her fingers flexed. She rolled her shoulders. And then, after a strangled sigh, she put her hands behind her back.

Damn I was good. I looped the sash around her wrists and tied her hands together. I was never in the Boy Scouts, so I didn’t know any fancy knots. I did it up the same as how I tied my shoe laces. I snugged it tight, but it wasn’t really all that secure. If she wanted to, Mom could have easily wiggled her hands free.

I moved back around in front of her and sat on the edge of my bed like before.

“How about now?” I looked up between her massive boobs to her agonized face. “Can I touch your pussy now?”

“Does it matter if I say no?”

“It does to me.” I put my hand on her belly. “I want you to tell me yes. Ask me to touch your pussy.”

“Alex, isn’t it enough that you have me at your mercy? Do you also have to be cruel about it?”

“I like hearing it when you say dirty things to me. It makes it better.”

I ran my hand down from her belly and around to one of her thighs. She was soft and smooth everywhere I touched.

“Ask me.”

“Alex,” her voice was shaking, “do you want to touch my pussy?”

“I do.” My hand brushed past the short hairs covering her mound and I caressed her other thigh. “But only if you tell me you want me to.”

“I want it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” She let her feet slide apart a little ways, opening up a space for me to reach my hand in. “I want you to touch Mommy’s pussy.”

“Are you sure? Is it really okay if I touch it?”

She glanced down at me. Her face wasn’t so upset any more.

“Yes.”

I let my fingers trail up the inside of her thigh. “Does that feel good?”

“It does,” she said. Her voice was getting raspy.

“This is it, Mom, ready?”

I looked up at her. My eyes had adjusted enough to the dim light to be able to make out her face clearly. Her expression was serious. Her mouth was tight-lipped and firm, but all the rest of her was pliable and round. My cum had formed glistening streaks along her cheeks. She nodded, letting me know she was ready.

My hand moved up those last few inches. The back of my knuckles brushed against the puffy swell of her prickly lips. A jolt went through my body, and my head went a little funny. None of this seemed real anymore. I was about to touch a pussy for the first time in my life.

I stroked it back and forth a few times, then turned my hand over. I felt along her slit with the tip of my middle finger. There was a hot silkiness to it. I pressed gently with a slight wiggle and my finger worked its way into her crease where something even softer met my touch. I was hoping she couldn’t tell how nervous I was right then.

“Is that okay?” I asked softly.

“That’s fine,” she whispered back.

I drew my finger toward me slowly, keenly aware of every contour of my mother’s inner smoothness. When my fingertip reached that small knot of flesh near the top of her slit she let out a gasp. I suddenly felt hot all over my body. I rubbed that spot some more. I wasn’t totally sure, but it seemed like her breathing changed. I think I was actually getting her turned on. I sensed a new kind of power sweep through me.

It wasn’t long before I thought I could feel right exactly where Mom’s clit was. It was like a hard little stalk surrounded by a confusing arrangement flesh. I stroked my finger over it and Mom couldn’t help but shudder.

“This is your clit, right?”

“Yes, Alex, you’re touching your mother’s clitoris.”

It sounded weird how she said it like that. I didn’t know if she was trying to make me embarrassed or feel foolish, but all it did was make me more horny.

“If I rub it some more, will it make you cum?”

“No.” She didn’t sound very convincing. “Unlike boys, a woman needs more than just physical stimulation to orgasm. She needs to be willing. You can’t force a woman to cum.”

“Interesting.” I continued circling my fingertip around her erect clit. I swear I could almost feel her pushing herself against my touch.

I kind of wanted to try to make her cum, but I didn’t know if I really could. I didn’t want to fail in front of her for not really knowing the right way to do it. Plus, I reminded myself, this wasn’t about her pleasure. This was supposed to be a punishment for her. This was penance for her cheating, and being a whore.

“I think you’re starting to like being my slut, aren’t you Mom?” I felt her tense up some at that.

She didn’t answer until I took my finger away from her pussy. “What do you want me to say, Alex?” With her hands tied behind her back it made her chest stand out even more. Those tits of hers were a work of art. “Do you want the truth, or do you only want me to say what you want to hear?”

“The truth.”

“Then for the hundredth time, I don’t like this. I’m not enjoying a single second of it, and I am not the least bit aroused by my son treating me like his own personal sex object.”

“Your pussy feels real nice, Mom.”

“Are we done?”

“Can I put my finger up inside you?”

“No, definitely not.” She was trying to sound like she was in charge.

“I could make you let me if I wanted.”

“Touching is one thing, but penetration is another. That’s a line that can’t be crossed.”

“We’ve crossed a lot of lines already. What difference would one more make?”

“I hate what you’re doing, but you’re still my son, and I don’t want my son to be a r****t.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. But then I realized that she wasn’t k**ding.

“Do you really think that’s what I am?”

“You’re very close to it as far as I’m concerned.” She moved back and stood with her feet together. “You know what you’re doing is bad, but I might still be able to forgive you. One small step more and I don’t think I could find a way for things to be okay again.”

For some reason that made me feel kind of sick inside.

“And I might not be able to forgive you for what you did either,” I said back to her. “You were willing to throw away your whole family just because you were bored and horny and a slut.”

She didn’t have an answer to that.

“You got what you wanted. Now untie me.”

“No.” I wanted to hurt her, but I didn’t know how. “You’re going to let me touch your pussy some more.” I stood up and stepped close to her. She held her ground.

I kissed her lips. She didn’t kiss back. I was only about an inch shorter than her, so when I leaned in for the kiss my cock poked against the spot between her belly button and her mound. I wondered what would happen if my father walked in just at that moment. Would he even have the balls to say anything?

I pressed my chest against my mother’s. Some of my cum had dripped down from h