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Making Mother a Slut
John raced up to his room and tosses his bookbag carelessly onto
his bed. Looking at the clock he noticed he still had a good two hours
before his mom got home from work. More than enough time he thought
as he booted up his computer and logged on to check his e-mail. He
stiffened slightly at the "New Mail" message.
It had started as a joke about a month earlier. He had found the
singles ad his mother had placed while searching in her room for the
stack of playboys she had confis**ted from him. At first it had surprised
him. He had never thought of his mother as needing companionship. It
had been over 5 years since his dad left, and in all that time she had not
once even mentioned dating. Still, John thought, he could get back at her
for taking away his stash of magazines by playing a little joke on her. He
had put everything back the way he had found it and took the ad back
with him to his room. It read:

Seeking Someone Special, SWF,
37, 5'7", traditional mother of 1
looking for adventurous, outgoing
male for companionship and corr-
espondance. If interested please
e-mail *****

That had been a month ago, and things had taken an unexpected
turn. Evidently he had been the ONLY one to respond to the ad and his
mother had been so thrilled at any response that she was doing her best
to keep the e-mail correspondence going. Even agreeing to things she
would never have even thought of before. It was no longer just a game,
it had become a way for John to manipulate his unwitting mother. He had
mentioned in one of his e-mail how he thought a growing boy should be
allowed to stay up as late as he wanted. Of course his mother had agreed
wholeheartedly in her response and it was soon after that John found his
bedtime curfew lifted. It was this new found power over his mother that
he was now pushing to the limits. He wanted to see just how far she
would go. In his last message he told her he was not going to write her
anymore since she was just not his "type" and since he doubted she could
ever change this was going to be the last she heard from him. This would
let him know how far she was willing to go.
That night, John noticed his mother was a wreck. She seemed on
the verge of tears all night long. but this morning she seemed strangely
happier, although a little frazzled over something. Now John new what
that something was. She had made a decision last night all right. The
message on the screen read:

" I can change. Please give me a chance.
I can be anything you want me to be."

That kind of submission from his mother shocked him, but that was not
what had his adolescent dick standing at attention. It was the attached
photo his mom had sent. It showed her sitting on her bed with her blouse
halfway open showing off a lacy black bra and looking into the camera
with a mixture of embarrassment, lust and longing. As John stared at the
picture something inside him new that this was going to change
everything between them. A slow grin cracked his face as he reached
down to rub the bulge in his jeans.
" Looks like I've got my self a girlfriend, he chuckled as
he continued to rub the growing bulge in his pants.





Part 2
Making Mother My Slut
(baiting the hook)
John must have stared at the lewd photo his mother unknowingly sent him for
an hour. The way she arched her back to thrust out her tits and make them
strain against the black lace bra had the 13 year olds dick stiff and throbbing. He still
couldn't believe his mother would send such a photo much less take one. She had always
seemed so prudish in the past. Yelling and carrying on when she'd discovered John's stash of
playboys as if the world was coming to an end. Now here she was posing like a woman
desperate for male attention. The more he thought about it, the more it bothered him. She
had made such a
big deal about the magazines, and then she goes off and sends a photo like
this to a guy she doesn't even really know.
She really must be desperate, he thought
An idea began to form inside John's mind. Looking over at the clock he
sees he doesn't
have long until his mom gets home, so he hurriedly types a reply to her.
Janice Monroe was a mess. She hadn't been able to concentrate on her work
all
day. She felt guilt and embarrassment over the photo she'd sent, to a
virtual stranger no
less. Yet her mystery man seemed to know so much about her already. He knew
how to
push her buttons, to convince her of almost anything.
This is foolish, she thought, a woman my age acting like a love sick
schoolgirl. My
God what was I thinking sending him a photo like that. He probably thinks I'
m cheap
now.
Janice shook her head trying to clear away the jumble of questions. She
new she
was throwing her self at a man she never even meet face to face, but it had
been so long
since she was able to "connect" which anyone the way she did with her
mystery man.
What if he rejects me, she thought in horror. What if he looks at my
picture and
laughs. Oh God I hope he writes back. I lost Frank because I wasn't willing
to be the
woman he wanted, I'm not about to loose another man.
Thinking of her ex-husband Frank brought back a twinge of pain. She'd
always felt
like something of a failure as a woman since he'd left. She vowed not to
make the same
mistake again. This time she would please her man. No matter what.....No
matter what!
she told herself.
John watched his mother pull into the driveway. He smiled knowingly to
himself as
he sees her hurriedly grabbing her papers and briefcase, then practically
run to the front
door. He crept over to the top of the stairs and peered down to see her
standing above a
jumble of paperwork s**ttered in the doorway. In her rush to check her
messages, she'd
dropped her papers. John laughs to himself as he sees her just leave the
s**ttered mess.
Taking the time to pick them up now would only delay her finding out if
*HE* had
written her. She disappeared into the den, and a moment later John could
hear the familiar
*beep* of a computer booting up.
"Dam, she's got it bad all right," he muttered. "Guess mom's more desperate
than
I thought. hehehe"
Below, Janice waited as the computer ran through it's set up routine and
began to
search for any new messages. It seemed to take an eternity. She pranced
about nervously
and nearly jumped out of her skin when the computer *dinged* the familiar
sound of
"New Mail"
"It's him", she mewed. It's got to be him...Oh please God let it be HIM!"
Fingers shaking she keyed the *open* command and felt a tingle rush
through her
body as she saw that it was from her mystery man after all. She read:
That's very cute Janice. The photo you sent
just goes to prove that you're all wrong for me.
If you were any kind of REAL woman you'd
have tried harder than that. You think undoing
a few buttons on your blouse will bring me back?
If you want this to go any farther you'll have to
do
much better than that. How am I suppose to know
you really WANT me to keep mailing you?!?
A flood of emotions washed over her as she read. He had mailed her back
all right,
but only to express his disappointment in her. She didn't measure up as a
real woman in
his eyes. Feelings of failure washed over her. She felt small and vulnerable
reading his
word, but then she began to brighten as she realized she still had a chance.
He had said she
needed to do better. She could! She knew she could. She would prove she was
worthy of
her mystery man, anyway she had to. Making a quick mental list in her mind
of the things
she would need she called up to her son.
"John..John are you up there?"
John stiffened at the mention of his name. Had she found out it was
him. Had he push
her to much?
"Yeah I'm here", he called back.
"John I've got to go out and run a few..umm.. errands. I'll be
back
later. I'm leaving you some money for dinner. Order a pizza
or something OK."
"Yeah sure mom. Thanks"
He wondered what that was all about and where she was off to in such a
hurry.
It was late when Janice finally pulled back into her drive way. She
gathered up the
assortment of bag from her shopping spree and headed inside. The pile of
papers was still
cluttering the doorway.
"Dam, I'm gonna have to sort that all out," Janice sighed. "But not
right now. I've
got more important things to do."
Janice almost giggled as she skipped over the pile and headed up to her
room. She
couldn't remember when she felt this good. Locking her bedroom door behind
her she
spread the assortment of newly purchached lingerie out on her bed. Red lace
and frills
where everywhere. Sheer and skimp panties with half bra and garters covered
the bed. She
smiled. She'd win back her man if it was the last thing she did.
John woke up and blearily peered at the clock. He had given up waiting
for his
mom last night and had gone to bed.
"I wonder where in the hell she went off to? Well there's one way to
find
out, he thought.
Getting out of bed he called up his mail account and went to get
ready for school. It
was still downloading when he got out of the shower.
"DAM!" What the hell did she send me anyway"
John walked down to the end of the hall and called out.
"Mom... Mom, you still here."
He knew she would be half way to work by this time, but he always made
sure before
venturing into her room that she was no where abouts. Getting no reply he
pushed open
the door and looked around. She must have been in a rush this morning. Her
bed was still
unmade and clothes littered the floor. He stopped as he spotted one of his
magazines
sitting open on his mothers night stand. It was open to a picture of a woman
with her legs
spread wide, showing off her shaved pussy and pushing up her tit as if
offering them to the
viewer.
"What the hell was she doing looking at this?"
Then it hit him. He raced back to his room. The new message had down
loaded and he
excitedly opened it up.
I'll be what ever you want me to be.
Just tell me what you want. Give me a
chance to prove my self to you.....
please.
John called up the attached photo and was nearly knocked over by what he
saw.
There on his computer screen was his dear old mother. Her long legs spread
wide,
showing off what appeared to be her newly shaven pussy through a pair of
crotchless
panties. She also had her massive mams encased in a matching half bra, which
did a
wonderful job of pushing them up and out for the taking. Just like in the
magazine he
thought. She must have used it as a guide. John dick was rock hard as he
looked at the
view before him. He pulled out his young dick and began to slowly stroke
the hard shaft.
He no longer saw his mother as the caring, nurturing figure that he once had
. Instead he
saw his chance to own his very own private whore. Thoughts of his mother's
pussy, all
hot and waiting to be filled, swarmed in his mind as he pumped out thick
gooey strands of
cum all over her picture.
Wiping his cum from the screen, he sat down and began to write the
message that
would set her on the path to becoming his private fuck slave......





Making Mother My Slut 3
(reeling her in)
John rummaged around his mothers room, going through drawer
after drawer and taking carful note of every bit of clothing she owned. If
his
plan was going to work he had to stay one step ahead of his mom.
"Shit, where did she put them? They got to be around
here somewhere. Ah Ha, Paydirt!"
He pulled the large box from the back of his mothers closet and
opened it up. His dick stirred slightly as he eyed the silky contents
within.
This was what he was looking for alright. He reached in and pulled out the
pair of crotch less panties his mom had worn the night before. He quickly
looked over his shoulder, then lifted them to his nose.
*Sniff*, "Oh man!" His head swam as he breathed in
his mothers musky scent." The Bra... where's the
bra?
Ah, good. Let's see now.... 36D hmm, she looked
bigger in the photo."
He played with the silky material for a while. Enjoy the thought that
he was running his fingers over the same clothes that had been so close to
his mothers skin.
"Let's see what else we got here. Garter, stockings... Oh
cool my mags!"
He pulled the stack out from the box and flipped through them
briefly. After a moment he realized he was falling behind schedule. He gets
home only two hours before his mom does, and if he was going to send his
message off today he had to get moving. He shoved the mags back in and
ran the panties one last time across his cheek before placing them and the
rest of the lingerie back into the box and shoving it into the closet.
Janice watched the clock slowly tick out her last hour of work. She
tried to keep her mind focused on her job but it wasn't easy. She let out a
small sigh, then quickly checked to see if anyone had heard her.
"Dam, I'll go crazy at this rate."
She swivelled her chair around and sat bolt upright as a chill swept
across her pussy. Her panties had been lightly rubbing against her newly
shaved snatch all day long, and had made it very sensitive. Checking to
make sure no one was looking her way then tried swivelling the chair back
to the left.
"Umph!" she moaned out as she felt her pussy twinge from
her panties silky touch
This time people had heard her, and she blushed deep red while
trying to play it off as nothing more than a leg cramp. Satisfied no one was
still looking she began to rock the chair left to right.
"Oh yes, yes this was nice" She thought. "I'm getting so wet
just sitting here like this."
Realizing that if she kept it up she risked an embarrassing wet spot
showing up against her skirt she stopped. She could already feel the moister
just those few moves had made.
"I've got to be carful. I shouldn't swivel in the chair any
more. I'll just sit her till the hours up. Yes
that's it, just sit
here, but not swivel.. No not
swivel...swivel......"
5 o'clock rolled around and everyone began to pack up and head
toward the elevators. Janice sat at her desk slowly rocking back and forth
in
her chair with a lazy day dream expression across her face.
"Janice... JANICE! You coming or are you planing to spend
the night here."
She shook her head as if coming out of a dream.
"What?"
"I said, are you coming?"
"Cum... cumming? What do you mean,"she asked
defensively
Her co-worker looked at her strangely and asked again.
"Are you OR are you NOT going to go home?"
Janice glanced up at the clock.
"5:15! God," she thought. "Where had the time gone?"
"Yeah, Yeah I'm com.. I mean, I'll be right down."
She sorted through the stack of papers on her desk and got ready to
leave. As she stood she felt the slippery wetness coating her thighs.
"On no. No No NO, Please God don't do this to me. Not
here."
She reached around with a sense of dread and felt the back of her
skirt. She groan in despair as her hand came away damp.
"What was wrong with me. God how embarrassing"
She sat down quickly and felt the damp crotch of her panties squish
back up against her bottom. She waited till the last person left the office
before risking the trip down to the parking lot. As she walked toward the
elevator she imagined she could hear her crotch squish with every step.
Janice felt deep shame at what she'd done. During the ride down to the
parking lot the small space of the elevator quickly filled with the musky
scent of her pussy juices and she prayed no one else would get on till she
had a chance to leave. The rest of the trip was a blur as she raced to her
car,
then onto the freeway.
John sat in front of his computer and thought carefully about what
he should write to his mom next. He may not have had much experience
with women... well ok he had no experience with women, but he did know
his mom. If this was going to work, he knew he would have to make things
happen in a way she'd be able to rationalize. If he was to straight forward
with her, she might back out and he'd loose his chance at her all together.
Smiling he began to type.
He heard the front door open and close hurriedly, followed by his
mothers footsteps rushing up to her room. She was late, and acting rather
strange. The past few day the first thing she usually did was go straight to
check her messages. He wondered what she was up to. As long as it didn't
change the way things were going, he didn't much care. Unbuttoning his
jeans and pulling his dick out he headed back to his room to look at the
pictures of his mom again.
Janice locked her bedroom door and began to remove her soiled
clothes. She undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. The spot on the
back
was bigger than she feared. She hoped no one had seen it. She peeled off the
wet panties next.
"Jesus. I soaked them". She looked at her juice soaked panties
and felt a small thrill run down her. If her mystery man knew what she'd
done he'd be proud of her. She just knew it. Only a real woman could get so
hot for her man.
"Her man! Oh God I forgot!"
Pulling on her robe she rushed down to check for any new words
from her love. She felt a bit guilty for not doing it first thing. If he
knew
she'd forgotten what would he have done. Maybe he would think she really
didn't care after. If he knew, he might stop writing her. He might stop
loving her... Janice fought back the feeling of panic welling inside her.
"Well it will never happen. I'll just have to make sure that I
check my messages before ANYTHING else"
*Ding* She smiled and felt giddy as she opened up the mail.
Better. Definitely an improvement.
You may work out after all. I mean,
any woman who has a WHOLE
wardrobe full of the kind of lingerie
you do, is worth getting to know
better. I can't wait to see the
selection of erotic toys you must have.
"Toys?" Janice thought a moment. "Did he mean.. Could he
have ment..." Janice chewed at her bottom lip as
she tried
to think this through. "Well of course. I mean,
they do
make them for women... and I AM a woman. So of
course
he would think I own a few of them." Janice
brightened at
her revelation. It was only natural she thought. It
makes
sense...didn't it?
Janice suddenly realized that her MAN thinks she had a whole
wardrobe full of exciting lingerie. If she sent him another photo in the
same
old stuff she had on last night he'd realize she didn't. He might think she
mislead him. Panic once again began to well up inside her. She looked over
and saw that the stores would be closed before she got to them.
"Maybe I can skip the photo tonight..No..no that
won't work he might think I'm being lazy. Think
Janice, THINK! I can alter some of the thing I have.
Yes! Yes that would work. I'll just have to be
creative for my man. I'll prove to him that I'm worth
keeping..but the toys..what will I tell him about the
toys."
That night John noticed his mother seemed preoccupied with
something. As if she were trying to work out some puzzle in her head. He
knew what that puzzle was of course. He'd written the message so she
would be forced into buying more lingerie, but things took an unexpected
turn. Since she came home so late he knew she had also missed the stores.
So now she was probably trying to come up with something. What ever it
was he hoped it was good.
John popped out of bed and booted up his computer the next
morning.
"Time to see what new delightfully wicked things mom sent
her dear loving son. Hehehe."
As he waited for the attached photo to download he opened the
letter.
I knew I could change. I just new it.
Hope you enjoy my new photo. I did
it special for you.
I do have a confession to make though.
I don't own any erotic toys. I'm SORRY!
It's just that it never came up before. Now that
I know I need them I'll get some. I promise
I will. It's just a silly mistake on my part.
OK?....
"Things are going better than I could have hoped. Mom's
going to make this easier than I thought."
He called up the photo next.
"Oh my Gawd!"
His mother never ceased to be able to shock him. In the photo, she
was sitting in the large plush chair she kept in her room. She had a leg
thrown over each arm, exposing her bald pussy to the camera. Inside her
pussy was what appeared to be a rather slimy looking cucumber. Her hands
also appeared wet and the area around her pussy was swollen. It was
obvious she'd spent the previous few minuted viciously working it in and
out of herself.
Oh no mom. You're not getting off the hook that
easy, he thought One way or another your gonna
have to go and buy yourself a REAL dildo"
Looking back to the photo he saw she had the black lace bra back
on from her first photo. Only she'd cut out the center, so her nipples poked
through the slits, but what sent him over the edge was the look on her face.
He couldn't tell if her face was redder from the vigorous fuck she'd just
given her self, or from the embarrassment of having enjoyed it so much.



Making Mother my SLUT
Part 4
(Decisions of desperation)
Janice awoke feeling sore, tired and very troubled that morning. As she drove into
work, her mind tried to sort out the jumble of emotions she was feeling.

Why do things always have to be so complicated, she thought? I finally meet a guy
whom I'm interested in and who seems to be interested in me, and I still can't seem to get
things to work out properly. Maybe Frank was right. Maybe I am destined to live my whole
life alone.
Even after five years the pain of her husband's abandonment hadn't eased any. Before her
husband had walked out, he'd said many things. He berated her and called her a "sorry excuse
for a woman." Those words still cut deep into her. She'd tried to forget them, but like a
bad dream, they kept coming back again and again to haunt her.
These thoughts plague her throughout the day. She went over it again and again but
kept coming back to the conclusion that if she was going to have any chance at happiness she
was going to have to prove her self to her e-mail lover.
"I'm sure once he's convinced I'm sincere about wanting a relationship with him,
all these tests will be at an end. I just have to stick it out a little longer. Prove my
self to him, then all these obscene trials will be over."
Janice! Did you pull the McFreyer file like I asked? It's not on my desk, so where
the HELL is it.
Ummm, the McFreyer file? I.. I.. No not yet, I'm sorry Miss. Dori, I'll go get it now.

Ugh!, Don't bother I'll have one of the other adjustors get it for me. I can't
wait all day. Honestly Janice your becoming more and more incompetent by the day!
Janice watched as her supervisor stalked off. She notice the confidant way in
which she moved. Dori was younger than Janice by a good seven years, but had moved up the
chain of command quickly with her naturally aggressive nature. Janice looked at her as she
went over to one of the other adjustors. She noticed her shapely toned legs and the way her
ass swayed ever so slightly.
"I bet she never had to rummage around her refrigerator at two in the morning trying
to find something to shove up her pussy, just so she could prove herself a *real woman*.
That bitch could probably have any guy she wanted."
Her anger quickly faded to feelings of self loathing at the remembrance of last
nights escapades. Her pussy was still a little sore from the vigorous fucking she'd given
her self with that cucumber. Not that she didn't like it at the time. She remembered how
cold it had been at first. The way it had pushed her lips apart as it slowly stretched her
long neglected hole. How good it had felt to have something filling her again as she rammed
the green makeshift dildo up her rapidly juicing cunt. She'd spent a better part of the
night ridding that slimly satisfying vegetable. Janice could feel her self becoming wet
again at the memory.
"It wasn't so bad, she thought. It was kind of nice now that I come to think of it.
The way it squished in and out of me. The slurpy sound my pussy made as it pumped in and
out. Maybe my mystery man knows what's best for me after all. "
*****************************
Luch hour found Janice in one of the seedier parts of town. She checked the address
again to make sure she was at the right address.
"Le Sex Shoppe
22527 Napuc Ave"
This was the place alright. She had looked for listings in the phone book earlier this
morning, as was surprised to discover that there was an adult shop so near her work.
"Just go in, get what you need and leave," she told herself. "How hard can that be?"
Janice opened the door and stepped in. She paused a moment to let her eyes
adjust to the dimly lite room. The first thing she noticed was the smell. It assaulted her
senses as she stood there and gaped at the sight before her.. The small shop had the musky
smell of cigarettes and sex, and was packed with a variety of porno movies and plastic
dildos of every size. She spotted a selection of sex toy against the far wall and quickly
headed for them.
Dildos, vibrators, and buttplugs of every size lined the wall before her.
"There all so BIG, she thought. I don't know what I should be looking for..." She picked
something up and read. "Buttplug Buddie," were they k**ding?! Did people actually put these
things up their ass!?! Janice realized she had no idea what to buy. What kind of things
would he expect her to own. Did he expect her to own a "buttplug". Did women really by these
thing? She didn't have any bases for comparison. She'd lead a rather sheltered existence up
till now. Maybe she was out of touch with her womanhood after all.
"You gonna buy something lady, or are you just gonna stand there and drool over
them?
The deep gruff voice came from the man behind the counter. She'd been aware of him
staring at her for some time now.
"I.. No..I mean yes.. I mean.. I'm looking for..for.. For a GIFT! Yes a gift for a
friend. I'm trying to find a gift for a friend of mine." Janice regretted saying that the
moment it left her lips. It was such an obvious lie, but she just couldn't bring her self to
allow anyone to think she was buying one of these for herself.
"Oh I see," the clerk said with a smile. He'd heard it all before. He'd known from
the moment she'd walked into the place she was out of her element." Well perhaps I can make
a few ...suggestions for your friends gift" It had been a slow day so he though he could
have a bit of fun with her.
"Thank you. That would be very nice of you" Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad
after all she thought. She could agree with what the man said and act like she knew what she
was doing.
"Well the first thing we got to determine is what kind of woman your friend is. I am
assuming this is for a woman right?"
"Oh yes. I'm... I mean SHE needs to pick up a few ..umm.. Of the items women
need now a days"
"I see." He was getting a kick out of playing along with this bitch. She
didn't have a clue what she was doing and he though that this might be a way to make up for
the slow sales earlier. "Well if your friend is any kind of real woman at all, I'm sure
she's going to want quite a few of our *items*."
Janice bristled for a moment at the question of whether or not her "friend" was any
kind of real woman. The man had unknowingly hit upon Janice's sore spot with that comment
and her answer was spoken with quite a bit of annoyance.
" You needn't worry your self about what kind of woman I... I mean SHE is, just
please show me what the standard assortment for a woman would be!"
"Standard assortment?" He thought about this for a moment. What the fuck was
this bitch talking about. Did she really believe there was some kind of minimum amount she
was suppose to buy? "Oh of course.. the *standard assortment*" he said as if he sold such
thing all the time.

"Thank you, I'm sorry I was a little cross but I'm in a bit of a hurry," Janice just
wanted to get out of there as fast as she could. She felt like a foolish c***d at having to
ask a man something she believe she should already now about.
"Well then lets see. Your *friend* is going to need a dildo. All the basic packages
has at lest ONE dildo. Now what size do you thing she might want. Small, Average or Horse?"
It took all his will to keep a straight face while talking to her.
"Uh? Uh.. average I believe would be more than adequate"

"Ok then," he said as he grabbed a soft pink colored dildo from the wall and placed
it on the counter. "Now does your *friend* use the standard daytime wear butt plug, or does
she prefer the ones you can leave in over night?" He had to smile at that question as he
watched her frown in thought.
"Umm.. Well she.. I think that maybe .." Janice floundered. Had she been able to
think straight she would have questioned the assumption that all women wore butt plugs
throughout the day, but lack of sleep and the need to get away from this embarrassing
situation left her muddled. "Day time wear is fine... I guess...," she stammered.
It went on that way for the next ten minutes till she had amassed two dildos, one
vibrator, a butt plug, a bottle of lubricant and several magazines depicting hard core sex
scenes that the man in the store assured her was usually included with such a purchase. She
paid for the items then hurriedly left.
************************
"God I must be an idiot," she moaned as she went through the bag of items
while sitting in the parking lot. She'd realized later that the man had been toying with
her. "Standard day wear or overnight indeed!" She spat as she replayed the conversation in
her mind. "And I stood there like an idiot and actually believed him! Well I'm not going
back there, so I guess I'm stuck with all this stuff. If nothing else at lest I've got a few
different thing to show my mystery man tonight.
********************************************


Making Mother my SLUT 5
(Jumping Jack Jiggles)
Janice sat impatiently at a stoplight, waiting for it to change. "C'mon, you stupid
thing. Let's go," she muttered as she wiggled her bottom back and forth, enjoying the
feeling as the lips from her fiery pussy rubs slightly together. . "I don't have all day."
she said as she absent mindedly reached up to massage her big breasts through her blouse.
She felt her nipples grow hard as they pushed and strained against the rough fabric of her
bra.
The workday seemed to drag on forever. She couldn't wait to get home and check her
e-mail. Every day was the same. She would promise herself that she wasn't going to let
herself be distracted during work, that she would set aside her personal life until the end
of the day. She would start out pretty well, busy and focused, but within an hour she would
start dreaming about *HIM* and the things he would have her do. Soon she would feel her
pussy getting wet, her bare outer lips swelling and pushing against her panties, rubbing
whenever she twisted or turned at her desk. Her nipples would stiffen and push out into the
open, causeing lewd obviose bumps against her blouse. It was all she could do not to spread
her legs and masturbate right on the spot. She tried to imagine the scene that would cause.
Skirt hiked up, legs splayed wide, and half her hand buried up her pussy while her
co-workers gawked at her. She found herself thinking more and more about sex. It took great
effort, to pull her mind back to her duties but within an hour she would start daydreaming
and become aroused all over again. Playing out erotic little fantasies about her e-mail man
and what he might have her do. By the end of the day, her overheated pussy would be aching
and her nipples would be sore from rubbing against her bra.
The light finally changed and Janice shot around a slower car. Humming to herself, she
absentmindedly ran her left hand up and down her thighs as she drove, occasionally rubbing
her mound for a second or two. As her excitement built her foot pushed harder and harder
against the accelerator. She was well over the speed limit by the time she shot by the
police car.
"Oh great! Just what I needed." Janice cursed as she saw the red lights flash in her
rearview window. "Ok, pull it together girl. Just tell him your sorry, get the ticket and
get home. Nothing to get yourself worked up about." Janice pulled over and waited.
The car door opened and a formidable looking female officer stepped out. Janice watched
as she slowly approached her car, then pause as she looked into the backseat. A look of
disgust crossed her face as she shook her head and walked up to the window.
"I'm sorry officer, I guess I was just a little anxious to get home." Janice laughed
casually, trying to play down the event.
"Yes, I bet you were," she responded with distaste.
"Excuse me officer?" Janice looked at the woman in puzzlement.
The officer looked down and then eyed Janice accusingly. She followed her gaze and only
then noticed that while she'd been wiggling her little ass around, her skirt had managed to
work it's self up her thighs pretty high. "Oh! Oh, excuse me." She felt her face burn hotly
in embarrassment as she tried to work the hem back down.
"Next time watch your speed or I'll haul you in!"
"Yes, I will officer. I promise." Janice couldn't figure out why the woman was acting
so hostile towards her. All she'd done was go a little over the speed limit. Nothing to
warrant the disdain with which the woman treated her. After she handed Janice the ticket she
noticed her look into the back seat one last time and swore she heard the woman murmur
"SLUT" under her breath..
Frowning she looked into the back seat to see what the big deal was. The minute she did the
questioning look on her face came crashing down. She felt a hollow feeling in the pit of her
stomach as the first thing her eyes landed on was the cover of a magazine showing a woman's
face, smiling and covered in cum. The cover beared the title "CUM QUEENS" in bright yellow
letters. When she'd turned the last corner her big bag of goodies had fallen oven and dumped
things everywhere. Dildos, vibrator, buttplug and dirty magazines covered the back seat.
Janice sat there for a good ten minute before pulling herself together enough to collect up
the items and stuff them back in the bag.
"Just... just don't think about it. Just DON'T think about it!" But she did think about
it. She kept playing it back over and over in her mind. "That lady must think I'm the world
biggest whore. Here I am with a back seat full of porno, my skirt half way up to my ass and
me telling her "I'm anxious to get home!" She groaned and tried to think of other things.
As she turned onto her street and caught sight of her driveway, her heart started beating
faster and her spirits heightened. She had to fight to keep from driving too fast again.
All thoughts of what happened left as she thought of *HIM*. She couldn't wait to hear from
her honey.
She blushed as she thought of the picture she had sent him last night. It was the most
outrageous thing she had ever done, and she had done it in front of a perfect stranger.
Somehow, though, it was ok to show that side of herself to him. She'd never shown that side
of herself to anyone- didn't even know it existed- until she met her on-line lover. She just
knew he loved her for it. Suddenly nothing seemed so bad after all.
I'll bet he thinks of me all the time too, she thought. He's probably as lonely as I
am. I'll bet he thinks I'm some kind of sexy woman. Surely he's hopelessly in love. It won't
take long and he'll be proposing to me. I'll be married again soon and we'll live happily
ever after. All I have to do is keep pleasing him until he proposes. I can do that. I can
keep him happy. She pulled into her driveway with a smile once again on her face... and a
bag of porn by her side.

*******

Janice hurried in the door and threw her papers down on
the table. "John! I'm home, honey." She had her coat off and
was heading for the den with the bag when he popped out into the hall.
"Hi, Mom. Wanna see my History test? I got an 'A'," John
beamed, waving a paper at her.
Janice sighed. She was anxious to check her email and
see what her lover's message was for today. Her pussy was
already soaking wet. Lately it started flowing as soon as she
got home and started for her computer. Her panties always seemed to be wet now a days.
Still, she couldn't neglect her son.
Of course, John guessed how anxious his mother was to
hear from her new boyfriend. He was deliberately delaying
her, for two reasons. First, it was fun to talk to her,
knowing she was dying to go get her mail. He enjoyed watching
her as she unknowingly wiggled her bottom from side to side, trying to ease the pressure on
her boiling pussy. Second, it was great talking to her,
trying to guess what perverted pose she would be sending him
later tonight. Knowing that the well dressed business woman who now stood before him would
soon be posing like a two dollar whore by nights end.
By the time they finished and Janice got into the den,
she was dying to whip off her clothes and masturbate right on
the spot. God, I'm turning into such a sexy woman, she
thought to herself. I'll bet my lover can't wait to hear from
me. She was grinning like a schoolgirl as she read her
message:
It's obvious that you are a woman who loves sex and
believes in pleasing her man and that is excellent.
Good girl (Janice felt a wave of pleasure at the
praise).However, I feel you've been dishonest with
me. In your early letters, you told me that you
were of average weight. After looking at the last
few pictures you have sent me, that is obviously
not true. Based on that small roll of fat around your
tummy, I'd put your weight at about 150. According
to my calculations, you're about 20 pounds
overweight.
Janice flushed with embarrassment. He thought she was
fat! All her work and all her effort and he was going to dump
her because she was out of shape! Panic seized her. Of course, he was right- she WAS a
little heavy. In fact, she'd told John just
yesterday at dinner that she weighed 152, the most she had
ever weighed. She'd been meaning to go on a diet for a while
but then she'd gotten distracted by *HIM*. Now every thing was in jeopardy because of it.
All her dreams of wedding bells and becoming a family again were crumbling before her. With
tears in her eyes, she continued reading:
I'm willing to overlook this lie THIS TIME, on two
conditions. First, you must never lie to me or try
to fool me again. If I ask you a question, I expect
it answered truthfully and if I ask you to do
something, I expect it done. Lie to me again and we
are through. Second, I want you to start a diet and
exercise program. Tonight. Since you have lied to
me about your weight, I will need daily proof that
you are exercising. I want you to make a poster
that lists your weight, what exercises you have
done and how many of each type. Each day when you
finish working out, I want you to have someone else
fill in the chart. You may not do it yourself until
I can trust you again. Have your picture taken
beside the poster in your exercise clothes and
email it each day, along with whatever other
picture you are sending me. Then I will believe
that you are really trying to lose weight.
There IS one more thing. You lied to me. For that
you must be punished. I won't tell you how- I want
you to select your own punishment. Think about it
until tomorrow night, then tell me and I will tell
you if it is sufficient. I expect the punishment to
equal the crime. I don't like doing this but you
won't respect me if I don't. Once you are punished,
we can go on.
Janice felt the hot tears rolling down her cheeks. He
thought she was fat and dishonest. There was no doubt about
it, she was losing him. She knew it. She couldn't let that happen.
Quickly, she typed a reply:
Please forgive me for not telling you I needed to lose
some weight. I know it was wrong, but I was embarrassed. I
will lose weight- you will be proud of me. I will also think
of a fitting punishment for lying to you. I will mail you
again later, after I've exercised and promise never to try and
hide anything from you again.
Janice stripped to her bra and panties and started
rummaging through her drawers. She already had her old sweats
out and was putting them on when she remembered that *HE* was
going to see her outfit when she had her picture taken
afterwards. I've got to look good, she thought. I need to
impress him. The last thing I want is for him to be any more disappointed in the way I look.
Pulling the sweats back off, she dug into the
bottom of her drawer.
The only thing she could find was an old yellow leotard .She eyed it for a moment.
There was no way she'd be able to keep her current bra and panties on under that thing.
She'd look ridiculous with them poking out from underneath. She'd have to take a photo later
she knew, and the whole point was to look good. Quickly she unhooked her bra and her ample
tits came spilling out of the cups. It would be a bit awkward, but she'd have to exercise
without it till she got a new outfit. She peeled off her moist panties next, then picked up
the old yellow leotard again.
She pulled it on.
"God, I haven't worn this in five years," she thought as she surveyed herself in
the mirror. It was so tight she could barely fit into it and it was stretched tightly over
her body. The scoop neck was pulled low, exposing her deep cleavage to the point of almost
exposing her tits all together. The crotch pulled tight across her mound, clearly outlining
the shape of the pussy beneath it. As she bent over to pull on some socks the back pulled
deep into her ass crack leaving her cheeks exposed.
I hope it doesn't rip, she thought as she straightened
and plucked the material out of her butt. Well, it'll do for
tonight, then I'll buy a new one. Now, I need to make a
poster, then find an exercise partner....
John lay on his bed, watching TV and rubbing his cock
through his pants. He had spent all of math class thinking up
his message. He knew he'd written it well so when he heard
the knock on the door, he wasn't really surprised.
"John, can I talk to you?" his mother asked.
"Sure, Mom. Come on in," John replied.
It was hard not to suck in his breath when his mom
walked in. Her outfit was skin tight, he could see her
nipples sticking out as her big boobs jiggled together with every step she took. Hell, he
could see almost everything she had. He forced himself to
act nonchalant.
"J-John, I've decided to start exercising again and I
want you to help me. I want you to keep track of my progress
on this poster. If we do it together, maybe I won't quit."
"But, Mom, I'm watching TV. This is a good movie," John
put the pressure on.
"Please, baby. Help me out," Janice tried to stay calm.
"I won't stick to it if you don't help me. This mean a lot to me."
John pretended to be engrossed in the TV. "Well, can you
do it in here while I watch TV?"
Janice was so grateful he was willing to do it, she
nodded her head eagerly. "Yes, that's a great idea! I'll be
right back." She scampered down the hall to get the scales, her tits bouncing and ass
wiggling.
As soon as she left the room, John scooted over to his
open closet door. Reaching up to the shelf, he turned on the
video camera he'd hidden there. This ought to be fun to watch
later, he thought as he grinned. He hurried back to the bed.
He'd been pretty sure she would come to him. She
wouldn't want to tell her friends that she needed someone to
witness her exercise program. Damn, this was going to be
great. She was practically naked- he could see everything-
and she was going to be in his room like that for an hour
every night. Mom, you are such a SLUT. You deserve everything
I'm going to do to you...
Janice came back in and put the scales down. When she
bent over, her leotard popped into her ass crack and she didn't
notice it in her excitement. She stepped on and waited for
the needle to stop moving.
"Ok, honey. Write down 151."
John recorded her weight in the proper box, then looked
up at her. "What exercise are you going to do next, Mom?"
"I'm not sure. What do they have you do in gym?" It had
been so long since Janice exercised, she had no idea what to
do. John was ready for that.
"Well, they usually have us start with 25 jumping
jacks." He pretended to be absorbed in his movie but at the
edge of his vision he could see her tits bouncing up and down
wildly as she jumped. I can't wait to play that back in slo-
mo, he thought. When she finished he wrote down the number
and started her touching her toes, wondering whether her big
tits would fall out of her top when she bent over. Each bend pulled the crotch of the
leotard higher and higher up into her ass as well, and eventually began to pull between the
lips of her pussy. She unknowingly put on a great show from her son as she puffed and
panted. Her leotard creeping up her pussy and tits almost spilling out.
John led her on for an hour, from toe touches to situps
to leg stretches to leg lifts to crunches to working with the
weight set in his corner. By the time he was done she was
soaked in sweat, her leotard all but invisible. Her nipples
were clearly visible and if he hadn't already known her pussy
was shaved, it would have been obvious from the view he had
of her plump lips while she did her cool-down exercises. The
seat of her leotard was completely twisted and pulled between
her cheeks and she'd given up on pulling it out after about
the fifth time.
Janice smiled sexily as John took her picture, holding
the poster. John didn't really care about the picture, he'd
been there to see it live and he had a video, but it was
important that she dress slutty for her training. Tomorrow
he'd tell her how much he liked her outfit and how he'd like
to see her in it every day. She wouldn't be buying anything
that fit better. He would also have her do 5 more of every
exercise. You will be the best exercised SLUT in the state,
he thought as he eyed his mom, with her leotard halfway
up her snatch and her tits practically falling out the front.
Janice scampered down the hall with her prized picture.
I can't wait to show him how good I can be, she thought.
He'll be so proud of me. As soon as she got to her room, she
stripped off her soaked leotard. Sitting at the
computer naked she ground her ass into the chair began to type. Tomorrow I better get
something new, along
with a sports bra. Her boobs ached a little from slapping
about. Thank God John hadn't seemed to notice- he's still too
young to pay attention to girls.
She quickly typed her letter and sent it off, along with
her picture. Now, I need to think of another picture for
tonight and a punishment to make up for lying...
************
John replayed the tape of his mom while she showered up . He watched as her tits bobbed
and heaved with every jumping jack set . Dressed in her tight sweat covered leotard,
bouncing and jumping around on the screen, John grew hard and avidly pumped his dick in time
to her gyrations. She was so pliable, so accepting, so perfect. She could easily be made
into the worlds hottest SLUT! John smiled wickedly as he focused in on the red puffing face
of his mother as she exercised on the screen before him... "And she's gonna be all mine!"
Janice struggled over what kind of punishment would be fitting for lying to her lover
about her body. It had been embarrassment over it that had prompted her to lie in the first
place. She chewed on the bottom of her lip as she thought. Since it was that embarrassment
that lead to her lie, it made sense that she should somehow make it part of her punishment.
Well, I'll have to think about it later, she thought as she set up her camera on the
tripod to take tonight photo for her lover. ....

**************
Making Mother My SLUT 6
(Handfuls of humiliation)
Janice awoke as if from a haze and looked around, trying to get her bearings. "God, "
she groaned sleepily as she gazed over at the clock. It had been a long night for her, spent
discovering the new found joys of her dildos.
.
"Oh no, OH NO! 8:02! I should be at work by now. I never over sleep, what's wrong with
me?!

Throwing off the covers, she sends an assortment of porno magazines and dildos flying to
the floor in her rush to get ready.
"I'll have to skip breakfast, no time. Just a quick shower to freshen up before I go,"
she muttered as she got up and started for the bathroom.
As she stood she heard something hit the floor with an odd "sluurpopp" noise as it
slithered out from her pussy. Looking down she sees one of her dildos laying on the floor by
her feet. It was covered in a lite sheen of her pussy juices and reflected the light from
her bedside lamp obscenely. She remembered the delightfully full feeling it had given her
while she slept, then with a shake of her head put the plastic phallus out of her mind.
"I don't have time for this, I've got to get ready."
***
John crept out from his room and listened at the bathroom door, making sure his mom was
in the shower before sneaking into her room. He was surprised to still find her home when he
got up. Usually she was long gone by the time he got up for school.
"Must have been a rough night, he chuckled as he walked into her bedroom and saw the
assortment of dildos and vibrators s**ttered about. The smell of her overheated pussy still
hung in the air from the previous nights escapades. John took a deep breath and reveled in
his mothers musky scent.
"Mmmm, I can't wait to see what my little mother slut sent me this time," He smiled as
he thought of the way his mother was becoming more and more accepting of her situation. She
was like an addict, willing to go through anything for her next fix from her e-mail man.
John noticed the bright pink dildo on the floor and bent to pick it up. It was still
slightly warm and covered in his mothers juices. His heart raced, and he felt dizzy as he
brought the glistening shaft slowly up to his mouth, then quickly darted his tongue out
across it's side.

"Oooo, mommies got a tasty twat alright" He began to lick the rest of her cream off the
shaft and wondered what she would say if she could see her little boy now, cleaning her
juices off the dildo that was only minutes before buried up her snatch. If she found out
that her precious baby knew what her pussy tasted like now, he wondered what her reaction
might be.

"Soon", he said. "Soon I'll be licking this right out from her first hand, and she'll
beg me to do it." He drop the dildo and went to check and see what his mother had sent him,
the taste of her pussy still fresh on his tongue.
******
Janice rushed to get her things together and was almost out the door when she noticed
that she'd left her computer on last night.

"Dam," she fought with her self over checking to see if he'd sent her anything yet. "He
probable hasn't even checked his mail this early in the morning. Besides, I really should be
going. I'm over an hour late as it is...." Janice still stood there staring into her den at
the computer. Finally she gave in.
"Oh what the hell...it won't take long.. Just a quick peek to see if he sent me
anything."
She was surprised and very happy when she heard the *ding* of new mail ring out.
Janice...
I like your new workout uniform and don't want you to change a
thing. I will expect to see all future progress photos with you in it. Is that clear?
Second, I was VERY displease about not receiving any other photos of you to go with it,
and what about your punishment. I'm still waiting for that. (Janice suddenly felt ill. She'd
taken several photos with her new dildos last night, but had fallen asleep before sending
any of them off). Since you seem to not only be a liar, but a forgetful bitch as well, I
seriously doubt weather you're worth any more of my time. If you can't remember to take the
picture your self, then find someone to take them for you! I will also be checking to make
sure you're dressing like you say you are. I've talked to several friends of mine in your
area that will be able to check up on you. You won't know who they are, but they'll report
back to me if your being honest or not. Don't disappoint me Janice. You can't afford it! I
have such plans for the two of us. One more thing, I'm tired of hearing you refer to your
"breasts" and "vagina" in your messages. They're called tits Janice.... TITS!, JUGGS! MEAT
MELLONS! And it's not a "vagina" It's called a pussy, a cunt, snatch. For Gods sake
woman, stop acting like a c***d.
She sat unmoving as tears rolled down her cheeks. She kept disappointing him at every turn,
but he forgave her again. He was so good to put up with all her faults for so long. She new
his patience was wearing thin and she couldn't blame him. Wiping the tears from her face she
glanced at her watch an noticed she'd just made her self another 20 minute late by checking
her messages.
"It's was worth it", she thought as she got up to leave. "At least now I can have time
to think up a way of making this all up to him. He said he had plans for us.... He must mean
marriage. Yes that's it, he want to marry me...ME! and .. and I keep disappointing him...."
she stopped before she began crying again.
******
John watched his mother through a crack in the door. He'd hoped she'd stop and check
her messages before she left. Turning her computer on so she would notice it on her way out.
He'd been disappointed to only find the workout photo she'd sent to him this morning.
"Shit," he thought. "I've got a whole tape of the whore jumping around and shaking her
ass, I was looking forward to seeing dear old mom with a dildo up her cunt!."
Of course Janice had no way of knowing that her son was the one manipulating her. Playing
on her fears and doubts. She sent every picture of her self thinking it went to some
handsome stranger, who longed for her as much as she did for him. She was wrong. As her son
spied on her from the door he didn't notice the tears on her face... only the way her tits
bounced ever so slightly with every sob. She was just a big titted slut to him. The fact
that is was his own mom made it all the better.
*****
It was 10:20 by the time Janice dragged herself into work. She was hoping to slip in
unnoticed, but knew that was impossible when she saw Miss Dori standing at her
desk..waiting.
"I'm sorry..I.. I overslept. I've never been late before in all the time I've been
wo.." She stopped and just stood there under the piercing gaze of her supervisor. Janice
felt like a bug, pinned to the spot by the younger woman's stare. She didn't say a word.
Just looked at her for what seemed an eternity, then stalked off. Janice new better than to
come in late again.
******
As she worked Janice tried to come up with a fitting punishment, as well as think up
some more "adult" ways of referring to her self. It was harder than she originally thought.
Thinking in erotic, sexy ways was new to the 37 year old mother, but she had to start if she
wanted her relationship with her lover to continue.
"Tits," she'd say to herself. "Juggs." She rolled these words around in her mind. "That's
how he want me to start think of my brea... I mean my *mellons*." After 2 hours she found
herself no closer to coming up with new ways of describing her self than before. In the
back of her mind she thought she heard a faint *squeaking* noise.
"Maybe that Sex Shop would have something...?" She hated the idea of going back there.
"I don't think I could ever face that man again." *squeak Squeak SQUEAK* The sound seemed to
be getting louder. "Maybe he won't recognize me. He must get lots of women go through there
every day." *SQUEAK SQUEAK* "I can make a quick stop on my lunch break. I..." SQUEAK SQUEAK
SQUEAK! " Where in the WORLD was that sound coming from!" It was only then that Janice
notice how quite the rest of the office had gotten. She look over and for the first time
noticed that all her co-workers where staring at her. "Wha..." She looked confused then
realized in horror that the sound was coming from her!" Her chair had been swiveling
slightly from side to side from the motion of her ass wiggling about as she thought of all
the things her mystery man was making her do. Everyone just looked at her, not saying a
word. Slowly the hum of the office started up again and everyone went back to working.

*****
Janice sat in the stall of the restroom with her face in her hands. "Oh what they all
must think of me," she wailed. She'd practically run to the restroom after the humiliating
experience. While she sat there, she heard a few of the other women in her office enter the
restroom.

"My God, did you SEE her!"
"Yea, talk about pathetic. "
Janice listened to the two women as they gossiped about someone.
"If it wasn't so funny, it would almost be sad."
"Poor girl. Must be years since she last got any good meat in her!"

The two broke into laughter. "Who were they talking about?" Janice leaned forward trying
to hear better.

"Well, is it any wonder she doesn't have a guy of her own. I mean, have you
seen the way she dresses. I've known nuns with more style than that old cow."
" Yea, it's to bad too, she kinda has nice tits."
"Jenny!"
"Well she does, even under those frumpy clothes you can see she has a real big
set on her."
"Yea, well at her age they probably hang half way to her knees>'
Peels of laughter rang out again as the two girls viciously talk about the unknown
woman. She tried to imagine who they could possible be talking about. It was only as they
began to leave that she heard one of them say..
"Poor Janice...."
She's become the office joke.....
*******
Janice fumed as she drove down to the small sex shop during lunch. "Those BITCHES! Who
the hell do they think they are to talk about ME like that! I'll show them. I DO have a man
of my own.... and he cares and loves me for the sexy woman I am... well... almost.." Janice
set it into her mind more than ever that she HAD to do every thing possible to make her man
happy. More so now than ever. She'd show them that she could be just as desirable as they
were. All she had to do was follow her lovers directions and she'd show everyone!
The shop was just as she remember it. Small, dark, and smelling of sex and cigarets.
"Hello again."
"Oh God this is all I need" Janice was hoping the clerk had forgotten her, but evidently
he had not.

"Umm..Hello"she whispered out.
"Don't tell me. Let