My Mom's Wicked Mouth
Dillon could tell his friend Ken had something to tell him. They were in the locker room after gym class when Ken kept looking around, waiting for a moment of privacy. That was when he finally approached and leaned in close.
"Dude, your mom has a wicked-good mouth."
Dillon was confused. "What did you just say?"
"Your mom," he repeated for effect. "She has a wicked-good mouth."
Dillon shook his head. "What are you talking about?"
"Dude, chill, I'm just saying is all."
"Dude? Chill? What the hell's going on?" Dillon asked.
"If you don't believe me then watch," Ken persisted. "In your bedroom, after school."
* * * * *
Dillon was a good kid with a slender build and short brown hair. He would soon be finishing up his junior year of high school. For eighteen years, just like his best friend Ken, he'd led what he thought was a normal life, until Ken had shaken its very foundation.
"My mom has a wicked-good mouth?" he repeated, incredulous. "What the hell was Ken talking about?"
Determined to get to the bottom of things Dillon hurried home, quietly entered the house by way of the back door, and hid inside of his bedroom closet. He didn't have long to wait. Just a few minutes later the doorbell rang and was answered by his mom, judging by the exchange of voices he heard. A minute or two later she led Ken into his room and sat him down at the foot of the bed,
His mom didn't waste any breath with small-talk, that was for sure. Once she knelt down on the carpeted floor her fingers got busy loosening Ken's pants, reached inside, and withdrew his growing erection. Almost as a second thought she pulled off her top, exposing her perky breasts with the nipples all big and hard, guiding his hands to them.
"Play with these until you get hard," he heard her telling him.
Ken nodded and did just that. Dillon watched as his best friend felt up his mom's tits! He cupped them, there was more there than he could fit in them, and squeezed gently. His mom chuckled at his inexperience, made adjustments to how Ken was holding onto them, and guided a couple of fingers to those big nipples she had.
"Do they feel good?" she asked.
Ken nodded urgently as Dillon's mom started rubbing on his crotch, getting him hard. Dillon could see what started out as a small bulge getting bigger as time elapsed.
Moving one hand around the back of his neck she requested, "Suck on a nipple."
She really didn't give him much of a choice as her body leaned forward and she pulled him towards one. Ken's mouth opened and his lips closed around it, appearing to be licking and sucking. She moaned aloud, her sexy body visibly trembling with pleasure from the sensations being created.
"Harder, suck harder," her quivering voice softly cried out. "Bite on it."
Dillon couldn't really see what was happening, only that Ken had his mom's nipple in her mouth. But as her back arched, thrusting her tit more tightly against his face, her body began flinching. Each time the teeth presumably bit down she briefly shook and quietly cried out, likely from the brief surge of pain Ken's teeth were causing. But Dillon's mom appeared to be enjoying it all.
"Now the other," she told him, switching to the other nipple and pressing it against his lips, which eagerly took it inside.
Dillon had a clear view of the first one, which was swollen and all wet and shiny with his best friend's saliva. He could only watch in shock as his mom had her way with Ken, or Ken had his way with his mom, he wasn't quite sure which was happening. As stunned as he was Dillon felt himself getting turned on by the erotic scene. Maybe it was a perverted thing, but he felt his cock getting hard just watching all of this unfolding before his very eyes.
His mom's body flinched and her voice cried out as Ken suckled and bit on the other nipple. Her eyes closed and she appeared to be really getting into the whole thing. Ken seemed to be having a good time too doing it. Her right hand was still squeezing on Ken's crotch as her left held the back of his neck, keeping his mouth pinned to her boob. Sucking sounds could be heard as Ken was really getting into it.
"Okay, sweetie, you're ready," his mom spoke softly and released the back of his best friend's neck. "Now it's my turn to suck on something big and hard."
Moving to her knees in front of him, her delicate fingers unfastened and unzipped his blue denim jeans. As Dillon watched in shock through the slats of the closet door his mom pulled Ken's package outside of his pants. He was obviously erect; his stiff cock was throbbing.
Her mouth immediately drew in the long, thick organ. Ken leaned back, his fingers interlocking at the back of her head.
"That feels so good," Ken moaned as his hips began making thrusting motions.
Even though his mom's ass-length silky golden hair was veiling the action, there was no doubt in Dillon's shell-shocked mind as to what was occurring. Why was this happening, and when did it all start? Was his own mom some sleazy cum-slut? As he listened to the mix of moans and groans and watched her head bobbing up and down, slow at times, rapid at others, he could only imagine what it must have felt like for Ken. The action even made Dillon's cock hard, and he couldn't help but open up his pants and stroke it.
Dillon outlasted Ken. A few minutes of his mom's urgent sucking, her closed mouth frantically moving up and down Ken's cock, was all he could handle. When Ken began grunting and bucking, Dillon knew his cock was spitting geysers of cum inside of her mouth. And his mom appeared to be enjoying every second of it as she hungrily swallowed it all down.
My mom! My own mom's a sleazy cum-slut! Dillon couldn't help but think to himself.
But at the same time Dillon felt his own orgasm building, and seconds later it was his balls that were tingling like crazy. With hushed groans of delight, legs quivering, his rigid cock started spewing out intermittent bursts of cum onto the floor until his balls were drained.
* * * * *
A couple of days later Dillon was standing at his locker behind the open door when he overheard Ken talking to Eric, a nineteen year-old senior.
"Have you ever seen Dillon's mom? She is unbelievably hot," Ken said emphatically.
"Really?" Eric returned. "I must not have. What does she look like?"
"Ass-length blonde hair, and a nice ass it is, firm tits, really cute face," Ken spoke as he described her. "You have to do this. Here, I'll give you her number. Just call ahead of time, make sure the coast is clear, and she'll definitely show you a good time. She'll go down on just about anybody."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Look, I'm not the first, okay? But keep that to yourself. Nick told me about her, just like I'm telling you right now. You won't be sorry."
Eric sounded suspicious. "And who told Nick?"
"I don't know, maybe somebody else, who knows. Who cares. She's a sure thing, that's all that matters. Just show up, bite on her nipples for a couple of minutes, and she'll swallow your load. Simple as that," Ken gushed with a pat on his shoulder. "You can thank me later."
How long has this been going on? Dillon thought to himself. My mom really is a cheap, sleazy whore! But as shocked and disgusted as he was, Dillon found it difficult not to get turned on at hearing all of this. It was all he could do not to get as stiff as a rock.
He could hardly wait until the end of school, after which he rushed home and quietly hid in his bedroom closet to see what would happen next. Just a few minutes later the doorbell rang and his sleazy mom invited what sounded like Eric inside of the house. Shortly after she led him to Dillon's room and onto the foot of the bed, just like before.
"I can't believe this is happening," Eric admitted, appearing surprised and flustered, "I was sure that Ken was just messing with me. But you look really hot."
"You think?" she asked, acting nicely surprised by his nice, honestly delivered comment.
You do look good in a trashy way, Dillon thought as he admired her trim body that was dressed in a thin top that emphasized her perky breasts and a pair of tight white short-shorts that hugged her shapely ass while revealing those nice legs. I still can't believe my mom is a sleazy whore. But the more he thought about it, the bigger and harder he became.
"When Ken told me I could hardly believe it," Eric told her. "Ken said that Nick told him. Who told Nick?"
When she pulled off her top and exposed her gorgeous boobs, his questions suddenly ended. Wearing a wide, sexy smile she straddled his lap and sat down, jiggling her tits in front of his face temptingly.
"Ken said you like it for guys to bite on your nipples," Eric said, growing both aroused and nervous. "They sure are beautiful."
Her hands folded around the back of his head, fingers sifting through his short hair. Dillon couldn't believe how hot his mom looked at that moment and his semi-hard cock filled out as Eric gawked at her perky boobs and those big, tight nipples.
"Then touch them, bite on them," she cooed. "And later you can cum on them if you want."
After swallowing hard he confessed, "I'd love doing that."
You sleazy whore! Dillon wanted to scream, but instead he unzipped his pants and quietly released his throbbing erection. Oh mom, you're such a cheap, easy sleaze-ball.
When Eric appeared reluctant to make a move she clutched his hands and guided them to her tits. "Don't be afraid, I don't bite... hard. But I'm rather hoping that you do."
Hearing her speaking those words the way she did nearly had Dillon ejaculating as he watched through the slats in his closet door. He stroked his erection as rapidly as he dared.
As he watched, his mom began grinding her crotch suggestively against Eric's, her hands pulling him forward until he took a nipple between his lips. Eric suckled and apparently bit down at times as best Dillon could tell, because he saw her lithe body flinching accompanied by her sweet, soft cries of pain. Her body was dancing, dirty dancing, on Eric's lap. Her pussy rubbing on him that way was making Eric hard. Dillon could clearly see the bulge expanding.
"It feels like somebody is hard, but suck on my other nipple first," she told Eric, who eagerly nodded and moved his mouth to the other, ignored nub.
As a reward for his enthusiastic suckling mixed with sharp, stinging bites, Dillon's mom was feverishly grinding her cunt against his bulge. Dillon thought Eric might explode in his pants judging by his groans and the jerking of his body, but before he did she gently pulled his head back, planted a big wet kiss on his lips, smiled widely, and then got down on her knees between his spread legs.
"My nipples are all sore," she cooed with a pout on her face as she rubbed them with her palms. "That's just how I like for them to feel. It really turns me on. Now it's my turn."
"No," he spoke up, stopping her, returning her to his lap. "Loosen your shorts first. I want to feel your pussy, feel how hot and wet you are."
Dillon could tell this had never happened to her before by the shocked expression on her cute face. Her eyes widened as she tried to think of what to do.
"Loosen your shorts, you cheap little slut," Eric demanded, "then I'll let you suck me off. Do it, or I'll walk out of here right now."
"Okay, fine," she responded with a sweet voice that had a bite to it.
Her hands pulled away from the back of his head and reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping her white denim short-shorts. When she was ready Eric gazed into her eyes as his right palm pressed against her flat tummy fingers down, and descended. Dillon only had a side view and couldn't really see what was going on except for Eric's hand, which disappeared inside his mom's panties. Based upon her trembling body and louder cries, she was enjoying whatever his fingers were doing to her.
"You don't want to suck on my cock, you want to fuck it," he said right before lowering his mouth to a nipple once again.
Her shapely, half-dressed body was urgently grinding against his, her voice catching each time Dillon saw Eric biting down on the sore, swollen nipple. She was acting like such a cheap slut... and Dillon had never been so excited as he was right then. Seeing her with Eric's hand thrust down the front of her shorts shamelessly fingering her pussy was an erotic sight. And seeing how she was enjoying it, really getting off on him doing that to her, was nothing short of mind-blowing to Dillon.
"Oh yeah, you're good and wet down there," he teased, doing something to her with his probing fingers that suddenly had her sexy form wildly bucking. "You like that huh? Want me to do that again, you little slut?"
"Yes," she weakly moaned while nodding her head, and once more he did it, causing Dillon's mom to go wild for a brief time.
"Get out of those shorts and fuck me like the cute little slut you are."
As she did, Eric quickly kicked off his shoes and quickly shed his clothing until they were both naked. Dillon couldn't believe his eyes as he saw that his mom's pussy was shaved bare. He had a clear view of the puffy pink lips that were all shiny with her flowing nectar.
Dillon was insanely jealous as he watched Eric, the senior jock, pulling his mom onto his lap. When she lifted up he aligned his cock with her opening, and when her body lowered they both moaned with delight. As he cupped and squeezed on her tits Eric rammed into her, and she did the same to him. Within a few moments they were both panting and grunting as Eric, the high school jock and the envy of every guy, made Dillon's mom look like such a cheap little slut.
Dillon couldn't hold off any longer. Watching the two of them fucking like a couple of animals had his cum boiling. As the tingling pressure intensified it was all he could do to try and be quiet as the eruptions began. While Dillon watched his mom's cunt getting pummeled by Eric's cock, he squirted powerful geysers of cum onto the floor.
He only had to wait a couple of minutes longer before his mom enjoyed an orgasm, and then Eric followed. Once she got up off of him he got dressed and left without a single word being exchanged. She then picked up her clothes and walked out. He heard the master bedroom shower starting up. That was when Dillon knew it was safe to leave his closet.
* * * * *
After Dillon got home the next day he walked into the kitchen, opened up the refrigerator, and took a drink of water from a plastic bottle. That was when his mom appeared from behind, hugging his waist as her boobs pressed against his back. He could smell her perfume, which he loved, just before she kissed the side of his face.
"Well, is your mom cheap and slutty enough for you now?" she asked.
Dillon couldn't suppress the wide grin that appeared. "Yeah, mom, you're a cheap enough slut for your son now."
"Good, I was hoping you might say that," she announced with a sigh of relief as her hands lowered to squeeze suggestively on his crotch. "I wasn't sure how much longer I'd have to wait. It took Andy, Trent, William, Nick, Ken, and finally Eric. You sure did make me feel cheap. But this makes it all worthwhile. I can't believe I finally get to have you all to myself."
As her fingers loosened the front of his pants he admitted, "I didn't know your pussy was shaved until yesterday."
"Does that turn you on?" she asked.
"Yeah, mom, that really turns me on."
"Good, because there's nothing better than a hard son."
When her silky fingers reached into his pants and withdrew his enlarging cock, Dillon moaned with relief. Seeing her with all those guys, doing those naughty things with them, had made him so jealous. But he had to go through that, had to see her with them, because he always dreamed of having a cute but cheap slut for a mom. And now he finally had one. He closed his eyes and focused on the pleasurable sensations he was feeling as his mom stroked his lengthening and thickening cock.
"Which one was the most fun to watch" she curiously inquired. "Was it ken?"
He shook his head. "No, it was Eric. When I saw his hand reaching down inside your shorts, that was such a huge turn-on for me. It made me jealous as hell, but it also made you look like a cheap slut too. And the way he handled you, instead you handling him like the others. He took control, made you fuck him like some dime-store whore. It was crazy-hot, mom."
"Crazy-hot," she said with a chuckle. "I'm glad I could do that for you. It's just us, Dillon. You and me. I'm here for whatever turns you on, just tell me."
"If they call back turn them down," her told her. "Except Eric. I like watching him. And if he asks to bring a friend, you do it. Just make sure I know in advance."
"If that's what turns you on, then that's what I'll do," she agreed as her soft fingers quickly had him fully rigid and throbbing. "What turns you on now?"
"Seeing you topless and on your knees," he said.
"If that's what my son wants, then that's what my son gets," she agreed, pulling her hands away, removing her top and dropping to her knees.
"Eric talked about cumming on your tits, but then he never did," Dillon reminded her in a disappointed tone.
"Then why don't you?" she suggested. "Would it turn you on to cum on your mom's tits?"
He smiled. "Yeah, maybe I will. We'll see. Or maybe I'll cum in your mouth."
She smiled up at him. "Whatever you want. I'm your cheap slut now, and cheap sluts do anything asked of them."
Hearing his mom talking that way about herself was a huge turn-on for Dillon. It was almost, almost as great as feeling her mouth eagerly taking his cock inside of it. Now he got it, he finally understood exactly what the other guys had experienced. Well, except for Eric, but that would happen soon enough too. Before the day ended he'd have fucked her cunt. The possibilities now were endless. He was on cloud nine because nobody else had such a gorgeous, slutty mom as he did.
"Suck my dick, you cheap slut," he told her in a demanding voice. "Suck it good and hard."
She stared up at him with those sparkling gray eyes filled with love as her lips rapidly slid up and down his hard shaft. Dillon separated her long golden mane in half and wrapped the long locks around each wrist so he could control her movements. With her bridled like she was he pulled her face towards him as his hips drove forward, ramming his cock to the back of her throat and down inside of it. He was fucking her mouth like the others never did.
Dillon was surprised she managed to take it all inside. He really got off watching her watching him, seeing those cherry-colored lips sliding up and down his rigid meat. It was all he could do to keep from exploding right then and there, but he held back, delaying it so he could see those amazing lips and savor the tingling sensations surging though his body. And her tongue, the things it was doing, didn't take long before his cum reached the boiling point.
"Oh Mom, it's true, you're nothing but a cheap little slut," Dillon groaned, his arousal at speaking those words quite evident. "And I'm going to cum in my slut's hot mouth, right before I spray the rest over your fantastic tits."
She couldn't say anything, all she could do was to take her teenaged son's cock into her throat as he controlled her movements with her hair. Dillon lasted a few moments longer, but soon the overwhelming pressure and joy of his climax took hold. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes he began erupting.
The initial and second burst went down her throat, but he pulled out in time. Once he cleared her mouth his mom grabbed and furiously stroked his cock as the ejaculations continued, this time splattering all over both of her boobs and nipples. She maintained the rapid motions until he'd painted her with all that his body offered.
When he was done Dillon looked down at his handiwork, enjoying the top-down view of her tits sprinkled with dime-sized thick white puddles of his spent semen. He couldn't help but laugh.
"I can't believe how slutty you look, Mom," he commented. "It blows my mind seeing you on your knees like you are. Wow, you look so hot. You know, I really do hope Eric calls back," he admitted. "And I hope he brings a friend. Hell I hope he brings over the whole damn basketball team for that matter. The more of a slut you are the better, as far as I'm concerned."
"Anything for my son."