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Yah! That's right; my cavernous pussy left gooey
wreckage on Tommy's leather desk chair!
I was intrigued to watch my watery spew flow down a
path of creases that were imprinted on the top cover of
the cushion. With the help from my long red fingertips
pushing It, the juice eventually pooled in the soft
depressions were my son's tender, naked buttocks
contact the soothing leather.
The dissimilarity in color of my special mixture and
Tommy's black chair was extremely arousing to see and I
really wanted the little Neanderthal's to realize that
his brazen mother marked her territory! (With an
exclamation point)!!
After calming down from my kinky high I showered.
My body felt refreshed and relaxed, I wanted a clear
head and I needed a plan for dealing with my perverted
son's activities.
I wish to digress from my story for a little while to
tell you about my family...
First of all it pretty small, it's just my son and I.
When Tommy was conserved his father was 14 year old. It
wasn't a relationship that I was proud of especially
since I was only 16 at the time.
I really didn't want the sperm donor knowing that Tommy
was his c***d. Considering our young ages we were and
other forbidden reasons (which I won't discuss right
now), I figured holding the information from him and
everybody else would keep things less complicated.
My high school education was put on hold for the first
2 years of my son's life however, I was truly blessed
that both my younger twin siblings Mitch and Tasha
helped me out a great deal raising him. They both took
turns babysitting, feeding, and playing with their
little nephew. All the while I worked several low skill
jobs just to put food on our table and clothes on our
backs.
My mother and father were also very supportive, they
bought him the extras in life that I simply couldn't
afford at the time and of coarse sheltered both of us
until I could get a leg up in life.
Then one day while I was shopping for groceries I was
approached by the owner of a popular gentleman's club
on the outskirts of town.
The hansom proprietor introduced himself as Paul Taylor
and proceeded to pitch a dancing position to me working
at his club, he said I could make a very good living as
an exotic performer.
I listened to his words with great caution! At first I
thought he was using a pickup line.
Paul projected himself unknowingly very charismatic and
said that I was the perfect trifecta. I looked young
and had a green-eyed angelic face, capping it off with
a 5'10" body that was beyond compare. The only thing
that he would change about me would be my breasts.
My face hardened with anger by Paul's bold statement!
It was flushed with a bright red hue as I dictated to
Paul that I was a 36c and I didn't need to get any
larger!
Scared that I was going to walk away! Paul qualified
his remarks by saying that I didn't necessarily need to
be larger just firmer with a more sculpted with a
rounder appearance. Paul added that the women that has
had breast enhancements done typically make about 50%
more in tips per night than naturally busty performers,
and they get asked out for "special events" more
frequently to even further increase my monetary
potential.
Overcome with Dollar signs in my eyes along with the
ring of a cash register in my head. I was less angered
by his provocative statement and he started to make
good sense to me.
To sweeten the deal Paul offered to pay for my elective
surgery if I signed a 1 year contact with him to
exclusively perform at is club.
I was very excited his offer, so I agreed!
Several months passed and my life was finally getting
more financially stable after performing in Paul's
club. I loved the look of my newly formed breasts! And
I have to say I'm glad that Paul suggested my
improvement because they surely appear perfect. My
jelled tits obscenely stretched from my chest like two
inordinately filled water balloons ready to burst.
(Yep, big, big, big tips indeed)!
Paul was a great boss to work for. He was always true
to his word. I was never pressured into having sex with
his "guests". And I was always escorted to any private
parties that I performed at. (Keeps down the unwanted
wrestling matches).
Working at the club really opened up my eyes to how a
man's brain really works. The more complicated they
appear, the simpler the mind. As demonstrated by their
actions it really comes down to one old cliché. Men
generally think with what's in between their legs!
Over time I've developed certain skills as to how to
exploit that flaw of theirs for my advantage.
The only side effect that I noticed while working for
Paul's club is that I became exceptionally self aware
of my perfect body. I loved using it to visually
stimulate customers. My mind was in a constant state of
arousal.
Just the thought of all those men watching my skilled
figure from the audience would love it for me to come
down to fuck and suck them. It would make my pussy flow
like a river. Seriously! I had to change my panties
several times a day!
I also discovered this was a real good money maker for
the fact that I would sensually rub my used, dirty
panties in the faces of my male clients as I
seductively danced for them.
And for an added kicker I made sure to momentarily dip
my lingerie in their mouths to give them a taste of my
Sweet, Sweet, Honey! The guests loved my performance.
And my deviant actions usually brought me much larger
tips at the end of the night.
My ever developing craft absolutely came in handy in
the bedroom. I definitely got off learning all of my
lovers depraved darkest fantasies; my desire was to act
them out for them. This fed my polluted hunger for
perversion. And I savored every moment of it! (I turned
into such a little slut)!
Two years passed and Tommy was now 4 years old, I
accumulated an extensive bank account which enabled
Tommy and me to eventually move out of my parent's
home.
The responsible side of me needed a chance to grow up
and become a real mother to my little boy I always tied
keeping my unprincipled lifestyle from surfacing around
him. So I quit my risqué job, bought a home, furthered
my education and eventually opened an upscale health
and beauty salon in another state.
My hope was that my slutty past wouldn't follow us
across the country mainly to keep Tommy from knowing
his shady mothers past. I want him to grow up with a
normal start to his life!
Enough of my background skipping ahead to Tommy's
adolescent years I knew that I was in for a bumpy road.
However I didn't expect his deviance. (I guess the
apple don't fall from the tree after all)!
***
Showing some signs of nervousness I bit by lip and
thought "Two hours to go until Tommy is home and how am
I going to deal with him?"
Then an imaginary lightning flash blinded me! I, at
that moment decided to throw every inhibition away and
yelled out "if it's a mommy slut he wants then it's a
mommy slut he gets"!
Poor unsuspecting Tommy was going to have his prick
teased at every opportunity "little does he know that
his framework he has been building has woken something
up in me that I don't know if I will be able to
control" I thought with the sound of a evil laugh!
AND NOW FROM TOMMY'S POINT OF VIEW:
I've been jerkin off while dreaming about my milf!
When I was 11 or 12, I was looking for my dog Rocky in
my mother's bedroom I accidentally found a storage box
underneath ma's bed.
I was curious to see what was inside so I slid back the
lid and peeked in keeping my ears open towards the
hallway. I wanted make sure mom didn't catch me going
through her stuff.
I looked at all the different junk mom had secretly
stored in the Rubbermaid container.
There were a few objects that clearly could recognize
what they were. Sometimes late at night when I couldn't
sleep I would sneak downstairs and watch adult cable
infomercials on women's special stimulators, strap-ons,
vibrators and dildos. So I had a good idea of what they
were for. I just couldn't comprehend how my mom was
using them?
I picked out her collectibles one by one; fooling
around with all the different shapes, colors and
textures I couldn't believe my eyes that my mom had all
this stuff!
Questions rolled through my mind, "Why does mama need
these things?" I thought.
Time was running out, I figured ma was due to come up
here any moment; I had to get out of there!
I carefully put everything back as I found them and
quietly slid the container back under the bed so mom
didn't know I was snooping around in her things.
Clean and pure thoughts of my "White bread" mom
gradually diminished throughout the day.
I started to look at my minx of a mother with teenage,
raging hormone driven lust. And I would do anything to
support my passionate feelings for her.
That night while I was supposed to be doing my homework
I did something I've never done before.
I surfed some porn sights that specialized in older
women and their toys.
It was pretty simple really all I did was type (mom &
vibrators) in my favorite search engine and you
wouldn't believe all the neat stuff that came up. There
was a plethora of graphic pictures of beautiful older
ladies fucking themselves with their plastic a rubber
dick.
All I had to do was imagine that anyone of the women
was my mom as I slowly & lightly stroked my little
stiffy, in a matter of a minute. I experienced best
feeling I've ever had down between my legs. And then it
happened, my first sperm shoot.
At first I didn't know if I pissed myself or what
happened! All I knew is that I felt great, and I needed
to do more of that.
After several months went by I became quite an expert
cocks-man, I was whipping my skippy like there was no
tomorrow! At least 5 times a day. Without my mother
being wise to my newly found activity.
Most nights I lay awake at night masturbating imagining
mom using her sex toys, but only visualizing mother
abusing her pussy soon wasn't enough to stimulate me
like when it was all new
I decided to create more a definite boost for my jerk
time by studying mom's habits, documenting her life by
covertly using photography and I also started to tape
recorded her conversations with her friends and current
boyfriend named Mark. It was almost like I was making
mom my science project.
Mark was a well built but uptight layer in his late
20's that practiced real estate law locally in town. He
was so big he looked like he should have played pro
football instead pushing a pencil all his life. When he
stood next to mom her teased spiky blonde hair on the
top of her head only came to the bottom of his thick
neck, (and mom is 5'10" tall)!
Now, I must admit I was very young and didn't know much
about sex at the time accept for what k**s my age picks
up around his equally green friends and of coarse the
internet. But secretly studying moms sexual habits
really opened my eyes to what kinky sex is. I would
consistently blow my sticky wad into my bed sheets
listening to my mom's sexually, vulgar mouth assault
Mark during their tape recorded fuck sessions.
I started becoming jealous of Mark fucking my gorgeous
mother with weekly regularity. And that made me pissed!
My obsession grew beyond my control for my Ma (along
with my dick)! But just recording mom's lusty voice
wasn't enough to fulfill my fantasies of her. I needed
to see her incredibly tight body in action.
For my Christmas mom bought me a high performance
camcorder with remote control. It was the smallest high
resolution camera made with an infrared mode selector
switch for night vision. It was to be used for our
family outings such as our annual zoo trip, Holidays,
and family vacations. This was going to be my
instrument of choice for my next level of spying on
her. (Oh yah, mom bought nothing but the best for her
spoiled little boy)!
My mind visualized a blueprint of mom's bedroom to
figure out the best place to install the camera
inconspicuously. I needed to hide it there before New
Years Eve as I knew Mark would be coming over to
"celebrate" the holiday with mom and I wanted to
visually capture their special night together.
Time was running out. It was three days before the
holiday, and I really needed to get the camera set up.
Mom left the house for a little while to get us a pizza
for dinner and with the house empty it gave me the
opportunity to place my movie maker in its new home.
I selected the least obvious location which was in her
ceiling vent at the furthest corner of her room. This
was directly across from mom's king sized four poster
bed. I tested the camcorder with the lens at its widest
setting and it viewed about ¾ of her bedroom. (Gotta
love the new technology lens)!
Carefully I removed the screws from the cover and kept
them off for quick accessibility when I retrieve it.
And I also placed a piece of black foam in front of it
(to keep the camera's mechanical noise down); l had to
cut a hole in the center of it (not obscure it view of
the lens or the sensor so the remote control would
work).
I used the function several times with the remote and
it worked perfect!
My job was done and I was set to make some home-made
porn of my mother, all I had to do was anxiously wait
for the opportunity.
My plan was to make myself conveniently disappear for
New Year eve so Mark and mom would have the entire
night to themselves uninterrupted!
An order for me achieve this I was to deceive ma by
asking her if I could stay overnight at Tyler's house
who was a buddy of mine down the street.
Mom's facial expression poorly covered her obvious
excitement for the thought of a night filled with
unbridled sex, but her overachieving parenting skills
took over when she asked me 20 questions about the
circumstances at Tyler's house that evening, I answered
everything correctly and she agreed.
The big night finally came and I prepared everything.
I climbed the tree outside ma's bedroom window and
tested the remote again to see if the camera would work
by being operated from out there thru the glass, (It
worked flawlessly)!
With mom in the shower pampering herself previous to
Mark entering the driveway, I quietly snuck back in to
her bedroom and did a final inspection one hour before
I was to leave for the night.
Entering her room I looked on ma's bed and noted black
satin sheets covering the top of it and directly in the
center was her unique treasure chest filled with
goodies, I leaned over to peek inside and noticed ma
added quite a few more toys to her collection since I
saw it last.
"HOLY SHIT"! I screamed as my jaw dropped to the ground
when I hoisted out from the box this fucking huge black
rubber dildo!
I was stunned at the thought mom could successful be
penetrated by this monster? Honestly, a baseball bat at
the fat end was the best way to describe the width of
the thing. And man! was it long, with my fingers
extended flat out to meet the tip the length of it came
up to my elbow. Wow!
As I studied it closer for some strange reason I was
turned on by it, perhaps it was the size and shape of
it or maybe it was the thought that my mom masturbated
with it. But I couldn't resist putting the tip of it in
my mouth to taste it.
I wished it would be flavored with ma's pussy. But no!
It was very smooth feeling on my tongue and tasted like
rubber should, almost chalky and bitter. I licked it up
and down slowly making sure to cover the entire length
secretly hoping ma would do the same unknowingly
tasting her boy's dried saliva.
My wiener was getting instantly stiff. I wanted to jack
off and cum on her silky smooth bed sheets as I
imagined the possibility that mom was going to use her
fuck toy in her heavenly snatch tonight. I had to wait
for the replay for I was going to jerk off to tomorrow,
A LOT!!
A definitive thump of the shower's water valve being
shut off was all I heard. I needed urgently get out of
her bedroom. But before vacating, I closed her window
blinds and pulled them up barely high enough to leave a
small unnoticeable gap so the remote had a clear line
of site. "Everything is set"! I said as I left the room
making sure everything was as I found it.
A half hour later I heard mom walk into the kitchen to
bid me goodbye, (click, click, click). I was stunned in
which the way mom was provocatively dressed!
My eyes scanned her from head to toe. Her blond,
bitchy, shoulder length hair which was usually styled
with tormented volume was now cascading straight down
to the middle of her back with platinum streaks running
throughout. It was pulled back enough to expose her
trashy 3" silver hoop earrings along with 5 silver ball
studs that outlined the perimeter each of mom's sensual
ear flaps.
Her green eyes squinted, and appeared smoky with the
expert use of her hand using much darker colors than
I've ever seen her wear before. I now knew what the
term "bedroom eyes" meant.
She covered her plush lips again with a darker more
natural shade of plumb but was top coated with an
unusually super high luster. I thought to myself "I
would love to know the feeling parting those shiny
pouted lips of my 30 something mother with her son's
teenage dick"!
The tightest dress I've ever seen mom wear was on
display in front of me tonight. It was bright red and
VERY! VERY! Low cut.
Ma must have exerted great effort to squeeze into the
dyed cow skin one piece dress. Its shiny lacing up the
front hugged her perfect figure like a shrunken leather
driving glove. Its plunging neckline which was cinched
so tight against her exposed tits they were pushed
together and the lacing looked like red grill marks
against her tanned skin. The opening continued all the
way down to her navel and prominently displayed it's
piercing with another silver stud.
I wondered if my mother was previously pierced or if
she had it done for the occasion? To the best of my
knowledge she never shown her sexy belly or even
possessed any sluttish clothes like this before?
Mom was standing in the kitchen doorway and pirouetted
in front of me and said "well what do you think"?
I don't know what she expected but Ma obviously didn't
plan on my trance like state reaction. Words couldn't
come from my mouth. I tried, but I couldn't move my
lips!
I just stood there lookin' like a total dork for about
a minute, with my sandwich in hand. I was ready to drop
it because of my loosening grip.
"Honey, Honey! Are you alright" she said with concern?
I regained some composure to say, "Mom you look
wonderful"! I sounded with enthusiasm. But what I
really wanted to say was if she was my slut, I would
have her to look that way all the time!
"Good, I didn't want to appear too over the top" ma
said as she down looked at her foot and slid her red,
patent leather pump towards me showing off it's
brilliant glassy shine against the super white ceramic
tile floor.
She walked past me to the window above the kitchen sink
stretching over the lower cabinet to see if Mark's car
was in the driveway. Ma was negligent to the fact that
my eyes were glued to her 5" spikes which gave the
presentation of extending her already flawlessly
sculpted legs.
Mark was one lucky bastard to be tapping that, I
thought. And then my overwhelming feeling of jealousy
of him returned. I wanted mom to be my personal slut in
the worst way! I knew I couldn't have her in that way
and that desperate feeling was going to drive me crazy!
To be continued?
wreckage on Tommy's leather desk chair!
I was intrigued to watch my watery spew flow down a
path of creases that were imprinted on the top cover of
the cushion. With the help from my long red fingertips
pushing It, the juice eventually pooled in the soft
depressions were my son's tender, naked buttocks
contact the soothing leather.
The dissimilarity in color of my special mixture and
Tommy's black chair was extremely arousing to see and I
really wanted the little Neanderthal's to realize that
his brazen mother marked her territory! (With an
exclamation point)!!
After calming down from my kinky high I showered.
My body felt refreshed and relaxed, I wanted a clear
head and I needed a plan for dealing with my perverted
son's activities.
I wish to digress from my story for a little while to
tell you about my family...
First of all it pretty small, it's just my son and I.
When Tommy was conserved his father was 14 year old. It
wasn't a relationship that I was proud of especially
since I was only 16 at the time.
I really didn't want the sperm donor knowing that Tommy
was his c***d. Considering our young ages we were and
other forbidden reasons (which I won't discuss right
now), I figured holding the information from him and
everybody else would keep things less complicated.
My high school education was put on hold for the first
2 years of my son's life however, I was truly blessed
that both my younger twin siblings Mitch and Tasha
helped me out a great deal raising him. They both took
turns babysitting, feeding, and playing with their
little nephew. All the while I worked several low skill
jobs just to put food on our table and clothes on our
backs.
My mother and father were also very supportive, they
bought him the extras in life that I simply couldn't
afford at the time and of coarse sheltered both of us
until I could get a leg up in life.
Then one day while I was shopping for groceries I was
approached by the owner of a popular gentleman's club
on the outskirts of town.
The hansom proprietor introduced himself as Paul Taylor
and proceeded to pitch a dancing position to me working
at his club, he said I could make a very good living as
an exotic performer.
I listened to his words with great caution! At first I
thought he was using a pickup line.
Paul projected himself unknowingly very charismatic and
said that I was the perfect trifecta. I looked young
and had a green-eyed angelic face, capping it off with
a 5'10" body that was beyond compare. The only thing
that he would change about me would be my breasts.
My face hardened with anger by Paul's bold statement!
It was flushed with a bright red hue as I dictated to
Paul that I was a 36c and I didn't need to get any
larger!
Scared that I was going to walk away! Paul qualified
his remarks by saying that I didn't necessarily need to
be larger just firmer with a more sculpted with a
rounder appearance. Paul added that the women that has
had breast enhancements done typically make about 50%
more in tips per night than naturally busty performers,
and they get asked out for "special events" more
frequently to even further increase my monetary
potential.
Overcome with Dollar signs in my eyes along with the
ring of a cash register in my head. I was less angered
by his provocative statement and he started to make
good sense to me.
To sweeten the deal Paul offered to pay for my elective
surgery if I signed a 1 year contact with him to
exclusively perform at is club.
I was very excited his offer, so I agreed!
Several months passed and my life was finally getting
more financially stable after performing in Paul's
club. I loved the look of my newly formed breasts! And
I have to say I'm glad that Paul suggested my
improvement because they surely appear perfect. My
jelled tits obscenely stretched from my chest like two
inordinately filled water balloons ready to burst.
(Yep, big, big, big tips indeed)!
Paul was a great boss to work for. He was always true
to his word. I was never pressured into having sex with
his "guests". And I was always escorted to any private
parties that I performed at. (Keeps down the unwanted
wrestling matches).
Working at the club really opened up my eyes to how a
man's brain really works. The more complicated they
appear, the simpler the mind. As demonstrated by their
actions it really comes down to one old cliché. Men
generally think with what's in between their legs!
Over time I've developed certain skills as to how to
exploit that flaw of theirs for my advantage.
The only side effect that I noticed while working for
Paul's club is that I became exceptionally self aware
of my perfect body. I loved using it to visually
stimulate customers. My mind was in a constant state of
arousal.
Just the thought of all those men watching my skilled
figure from the audience would love it for me to come
down to fuck and suck them. It would make my pussy flow
like a river. Seriously! I had to change my panties
several times a day!
I also discovered this was a real good money maker for
the fact that I would sensually rub my used, dirty
panties in the faces of my male clients as I
seductively danced for them.
And for an added kicker I made sure to momentarily dip
my lingerie in their mouths to give them a taste of my
Sweet, Sweet, Honey! The guests loved my performance.
And my deviant actions usually brought me much larger
tips at the end of the night.
My ever developing craft absolutely came in handy in
the bedroom. I definitely got off learning all of my
lovers depraved darkest fantasies; my desire was to act
them out for them. This fed my polluted hunger for
perversion. And I savored every moment of it! (I turned
into such a little slut)!
Two years passed and Tommy was now 4 years old, I
accumulated an extensive bank account which enabled
Tommy and me to eventually move out of my parent's
home.
The responsible side of me needed a chance to grow up
and become a real mother to my little boy I always tied
keeping my unprincipled lifestyle from surfacing around
him. So I quit my risqué job, bought a home, furthered
my education and eventually opened an upscale health
and beauty salon in another state.
My hope was that my slutty past wouldn't follow us
across the country mainly to keep Tommy from knowing
his shady mothers past. I want him to grow up with a
normal start to his life!
Enough of my background skipping ahead to Tommy's
adolescent years I knew that I was in for a bumpy road.
However I didn't expect his deviance. (I guess the
apple don't fall from the tree after all)!
***
Showing some signs of nervousness I bit by lip and
thought "Two hours to go until Tommy is home and how am
I going to deal with him?"
Then an imaginary lightning flash blinded me! I, at
that moment decided to throw every inhibition away and
yelled out "if it's a mommy slut he wants then it's a
mommy slut he gets"!
Poor unsuspecting Tommy was going to have his prick
teased at every opportunity "little does he know that
his framework he has been building has woken something
up in me that I don't know if I will be able to
control" I thought with the sound of a evil laugh!
AND NOW FROM TOMMY'S POINT OF VIEW:
I've been jerkin off while dreaming about my milf!
When I was 11 or 12, I was looking for my dog Rocky in
my mother's bedroom I accidentally found a storage box
underneath ma's bed.
I was curious to see what was inside so I slid back the
lid and peeked in keeping my ears open towards the
hallway. I wanted make sure mom didn't catch me going
through her stuff.
I looked at all the different junk mom had secretly
stored in the Rubbermaid container.
There were a few objects that clearly could recognize
what they were. Sometimes late at night when I couldn't
sleep I would sneak downstairs and watch adult cable
infomercials on women's special stimulators, strap-ons,
vibrators and dildos. So I had a good idea of what they
were for. I just couldn't comprehend how my mom was
using them?
I picked out her collectibles one by one; fooling
around with all the different shapes, colors and
textures I couldn't believe my eyes that my mom had all
this stuff!
Questions rolled through my mind, "Why does mama need
these things?" I thought.
Time was running out, I figured ma was due to come up
here any moment; I had to get out of there!
I carefully put everything back as I found them and
quietly slid the container back under the bed so mom
didn't know I was snooping around in her things.
Clean and pure thoughts of my "White bread" mom
gradually diminished throughout the day.
I started to look at my minx of a mother with teenage,
raging hormone driven lust. And I would do anything to
support my passionate feelings for her.
That night while I was supposed to be doing my homework
I did something I've never done before.
I surfed some porn sights that specialized in older
women and their toys.
It was pretty simple really all I did was type (mom &
vibrators) in my favorite search engine and you
wouldn't believe all the neat stuff that came up. There
was a plethora of graphic pictures of beautiful older
ladies fucking themselves with their plastic a rubber
dick.
All I had to do was imagine that anyone of the women
was my mom as I slowly & lightly stroked my little
stiffy, in a matter of a minute. I experienced best
feeling I've ever had down between my legs. And then it
happened, my first sperm shoot.
At first I didn't know if I pissed myself or what
happened! All I knew is that I felt great, and I needed
to do more of that.
After several months went by I became quite an expert
cocks-man, I was whipping my skippy like there was no
tomorrow! At least 5 times a day. Without my mother
being wise to my newly found activity.
Most nights I lay awake at night masturbating imagining
mom using her sex toys, but only visualizing mother
abusing her pussy soon wasn't enough to stimulate me
like when it was all new
I decided to create more a definite boost for my jerk
time by studying mom's habits, documenting her life by
covertly using photography and I also started to tape
recorded her conversations with her friends and current
boyfriend named Mark. It was almost like I was making
mom my science project.
Mark was a well built but uptight layer in his late
20's that practiced real estate law locally in town. He
was so big he looked like he should have played pro
football instead pushing a pencil all his life. When he
stood next to mom her teased spiky blonde hair on the
top of her head only came to the bottom of his thick
neck, (and mom is 5'10" tall)!
Now, I must admit I was very young and didn't know much
about sex at the time accept for what k**s my age picks
up around his equally green friends and of coarse the
internet. But secretly studying moms sexual habits
really opened my eyes to what kinky sex is. I would
consistently blow my sticky wad into my bed sheets
listening to my mom's sexually, vulgar mouth assault
Mark during their tape recorded fuck sessions.
I started becoming jealous of Mark fucking my gorgeous
mother with weekly regularity. And that made me pissed!
My obsession grew beyond my control for my Ma (along
with my dick)! But just recording mom's lusty voice
wasn't enough to fulfill my fantasies of her. I needed
to see her incredibly tight body in action.
For my Christmas mom bought me a high performance
camcorder with remote control. It was the smallest high
resolution camera made with an infrared mode selector
switch for night vision. It was to be used for our
family outings such as our annual zoo trip, Holidays,
and family vacations. This was going to be my
instrument of choice for my next level of spying on
her. (Oh yah, mom bought nothing but the best for her
spoiled little boy)!
My mind visualized a blueprint of mom's bedroom to
figure out the best place to install the camera
inconspicuously. I needed to hide it there before New
Years Eve as I knew Mark would be coming over to
"celebrate" the holiday with mom and I wanted to
visually capture their special night together.
Time was running out. It was three days before the
holiday, and I really needed to get the camera set up.
Mom left the house for a little while to get us a pizza
for dinner and with the house empty it gave me the
opportunity to place my movie maker in its new home.
I selected the least obvious location which was in her
ceiling vent at the furthest corner of her room. This
was directly across from mom's king sized four poster
bed. I tested the camcorder with the lens at its widest
setting and it viewed about ¾ of her bedroom. (Gotta
love the new technology lens)!
Carefully I removed the screws from the cover and kept
them off for quick accessibility when I retrieve it.
And I also placed a piece of black foam in front of it
(to keep the camera's mechanical noise down); l had to
cut a hole in the center of it (not obscure it view of
the lens or the sensor so the remote control would
work).
I used the function several times with the remote and
it worked perfect!
My job was done and I was set to make some home-made
porn of my mother, all I had to do was anxiously wait
for the opportunity.
My plan was to make myself conveniently disappear for
New Year eve so Mark and mom would have the entire
night to themselves uninterrupted!
An order for me achieve this I was to deceive ma by
asking her if I could stay overnight at Tyler's house
who was a buddy of mine down the street.
Mom's facial expression poorly covered her obvious
excitement for the thought of a night filled with
unbridled sex, but her overachieving parenting skills
took over when she asked me 20 questions about the
circumstances at Tyler's house that evening, I answered
everything correctly and she agreed.
The big night finally came and I prepared everything.
I climbed the tree outside ma's bedroom window and
tested the remote again to see if the camera would work
by being operated from out there thru the glass, (It
worked flawlessly)!
With mom in the shower pampering herself previous to
Mark entering the driveway, I quietly snuck back in to
her bedroom and did a final inspection one hour before
I was to leave for the night.
Entering her room I looked on ma's bed and noted black
satin sheets covering the top of it and directly in the
center was her unique treasure chest filled with
goodies, I leaned over to peek inside and noticed ma
added quite a few more toys to her collection since I
saw it last.
"HOLY SHIT"! I screamed as my jaw dropped to the ground
when I hoisted out from the box this fucking huge black
rubber dildo!
I was stunned at the thought mom could successful be
penetrated by this monster? Honestly, a baseball bat at
the fat end was the best way to describe the width of
the thing. And man! was it long, with my fingers
extended flat out to meet the tip the length of it came
up to my elbow. Wow!
As I studied it closer for some strange reason I was
turned on by it, perhaps it was the size and shape of
it or maybe it was the thought that my mom masturbated
with it. But I couldn't resist putting the tip of it in
my mouth to taste it.
I wished it would be flavored with ma's pussy. But no!
It was very smooth feeling on my tongue and tasted like
rubber should, almost chalky and bitter. I licked it up
and down slowly making sure to cover the entire length
secretly hoping ma would do the same unknowingly
tasting her boy's dried saliva.
My wiener was getting instantly stiff. I wanted to jack
off and cum on her silky smooth bed sheets as I
imagined the possibility that mom was going to use her
fuck toy in her heavenly snatch tonight. I had to wait
for the replay for I was going to jerk off to tomorrow,
A LOT!!
A definitive thump of the shower's water valve being
shut off was all I heard. I needed urgently get out of
her bedroom. But before vacating, I closed her window
blinds and pulled them up barely high enough to leave a
small unnoticeable gap so the remote had a clear line
of site. "Everything is set"! I said as I left the room
making sure everything was as I found it.
A half hour later I heard mom walk into the kitchen to
bid me goodbye, (click, click, click). I was stunned in
which the way mom was provocatively dressed!
My eyes scanned her from head to toe. Her blond,
bitchy, shoulder length hair which was usually styled
with tormented volume was now cascading straight down
to the middle of her back with platinum streaks running
throughout. It was pulled back enough to expose her
trashy 3" silver hoop earrings along with 5 silver ball
studs that outlined the perimeter each of mom's sensual
ear flaps.
Her green eyes squinted, and appeared smoky with the
expert use of her hand using much darker colors than
I've ever seen her wear before. I now knew what the
term "bedroom eyes" meant.
She covered her plush lips again with a darker more
natural shade of plumb but was top coated with an
unusually super high luster. I thought to myself "I
would love to know the feeling parting those shiny
pouted lips of my 30 something mother with her son's
teenage dick"!
The tightest dress I've ever seen mom wear was on
display in front of me tonight. It was bright red and
VERY! VERY! Low cut.
Ma must have exerted great effort to squeeze into the
dyed cow skin one piece dress. Its shiny lacing up the
front hugged her perfect figure like a shrunken leather
driving glove. Its plunging neckline which was cinched
so tight against her exposed tits they were pushed
together and the lacing looked like red grill marks
against her tanned skin. The opening continued all the
way down to her navel and prominently displayed it's
piercing with another silver stud.
I wondered if my mother was previously pierced or if
she had it done for the occasion? To the best of my
knowledge she never shown her sexy belly or even
possessed any sluttish clothes like this before?
Mom was standing in the kitchen doorway and pirouetted
in front of me and said "well what do you think"?
I don't know what she expected but Ma obviously didn't
plan on my trance like state reaction. Words couldn't
come from my mouth. I tried, but I couldn't move my
lips!
I just stood there lookin' like a total dork for about
a minute, with my sandwich in hand. I was ready to drop
it because of my loosening grip.
"Honey, Honey! Are you alright" she said with concern?
I regained some composure to say, "Mom you look
wonderful"! I sounded with enthusiasm. But what I
really wanted to say was if she was my slut, I would
have her to look that way all the time!
"Good, I didn't want to appear too over the top" ma
said as she down looked at her foot and slid her red,
patent leather pump towards me showing off it's
brilliant glassy shine against the super white ceramic
tile floor.
She walked past me to the window above the kitchen sink
stretching over the lower cabinet to see if Mark's car
was in the driveway. Ma was negligent to the fact that
my eyes were glued to her 5" spikes which gave the
presentation of extending her already flawlessly
sculpted legs.
Mark was one lucky bastard to be tapping that, I
thought. And then my overwhelming feeling of jealousy
of him returned. I wanted mom to be my personal slut in
the worst way! I knew I couldn't have her in that way
and that desperate feeling was going to drive me crazy!
To be continued?
Maddy
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