"Pet Mommy"



"Pet Mommy": Becoming a Mommy-Slut!



MILF Mom catches nerdy son masturbating and becomes obsessed  



Summary: MILF Mom catches nerdy son masturbating and becomes obsessed.

NOTE 1: This was a Nude Day 2012 contest story and with over two million
reads, it's my second-most-read story of all time. So as I re-examine it
in January 2019, I think it's worth some re-editing to see if I can
improve on a good thing. And while I'm at it, I'll also update its four
sequels with the help of Tex Beethoven.

NOTE 2: This is dedicated to Michael who suggested a story involving a
son masturbating with his Mom's stockings.

NOTE 3: Thanks to Estragon for copy-editing and LaRascasse for plot
suggestions.

"Pet Mommy": Becoming a Mommy-Slut!

If you're a parent, you've probably read, or even own, 'What to Expect
When You're Expecting' and other self-help parenting books. Many of these
have been very useful to me over the years as I raised two children on my
own after my husband's premature death. He died of a sudden illness when
Crystal was four and Michael two. The books were very helpful when I
struggled to deal with my daughter's teenage rebellion phase, and they
were somewhat helpful as I dealt with my son's coming of age, although
truth be told, I let my brother help me out with that one.

Yet nothing in any book I've ever read could have prepared me for what I
saw that one fateful day, because I'm pretty sure nobody has ever
published a chapter called 'What to Do when you Catch your Son
Masturbating in your Stockings with your Name on his Lips'.

I sell real estate, and for many reasons I'm quite successful; I'm hard
working, a people's person, and although I'm in my early forties,
according to many people's compliments I'm still very attractive. These
three qualities working together for me are an unstoppable combination,
and I've made a very comfortable living for myself and my two children.
Sixteen years after Jake passed, Crystal was attending college on the
West Coast, and Michael, who'd just turned eighteen two weeks before the
incidents I'm about to describe, was in his final two months of high
school.

While Crystal was the wild child who did way more partying than studying
and who drove me to my first grey hair, Michael was shy, geeky, and was
way more likely to play some computer game than go to a party. I worried
about Michael, who was academically very strong, and who'd already been
accepted by several colleges with all of them offering scholarships, but
he was socially quite inept. He'd never had a girlfriend, and the only
parties he'd ever attended had been with his three equally socially
challenged friends. All of had been theme parties like Lord of the Rings
Night, Star Wars Night (the original series and not the weak prequels...
why does George Lucas attempt to write?), and most recently, at my house,
a Harry Potter Weekend where they watched all eight movies plus all the
extras, and then they made a list of the hundred things the movies got
wrong (which they read to me very enthusiastically while I attempted to
listen politely and show a little enthusiasm). Of course, all these
parties were just the four of them, with no pesky girls. Sigh.

Which brings me to what started it all...

I came home early one afternoon after two of my showings had been
cancelled. I slipped out of my heels near the front door like I always do
and was going to my room to undress and shower, when I noticed the door
to my room was open and the light turned on. I knew I hadn't left things
that way. Cautious of perhaps encountering a burglar, I crept up and
peeked around the corner into my room.

On my bed, stroking his cock with one of my nylon stockings, was my son!
I barely held back a gasp. My son was jerking off on my bed, and he was
looking at something on his laptop as his now audible moans of pleasure
became more intense. I was frozen in shock, and my feet felt like they
were trapped in cement; I couldn't move, and I couldn't take my eyes off
my son and his shockingly large cock.

I watched for only a minute, maybe two, before my son moaned, "Oh yes,
Mommy, suck my cock, be a good Mommy-slut for me."

I couldn't completely contain a gasp this time, as I realized he was not
only masturbating using my stockings, he was masturbating while imagining
my servicing him! Luckily he was in his own fantasy world and didn't
notice my faint sound.

A couple minutes later, while I continued watching and heard my son
addressing his mental image of me as 'Mommy' three more times, he
grunted, "I'm coming Mommy, swallow my cum!" Seconds later, his sticky
white stuff shot into the air like a rocket.

I quickly retreated down the stairs, snuck out of the house and back to
my car. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen and heard. My son
fantasized about me! I was mortified, and doubly mortified when I noticed
an undeniable dampness in my panties.

Why was I wet?

Why had I gotten so horny?

Had I really heard Michael call me a Mommy-slut?

I shook the thoughts out of my head and pulled quietly out of my driveway
to see if a drive might help me to put what I'd seen into some
perspective. Unfortunately, I didn't get anywhere.

An hour later, close to when I normally arrived home, I walked into the
house and called out just in case, "Michael, I'm home."

Michael called back (from his own room, thank God), "Hi, Mom."

I went to his room, found the door open, saw he was on his computer and
asked, "Want pizza?"

"Sounds great," he answered, appearing relaxed and therefore unaware of
what I knew.

It was hard to believe that what I'd seen just an hour ago had been real.
The rest of the evening was normal: supper, watching Jeopardy together,
and his going to his room and his computer while I continued watching
television, planned a couple showings for tomorrow and relaxed with a
couple glasses of white wine.


At bedtime I tossed and turned, as images of my son masturbating and
pretending to order me around while doing it, refused to leave my mind.
My pussy was tingling, and although I tried to withstand the temptation
to pleasure myself, I eventually gave in. Closing my eyes, I fantasized,
like I always did, about my late husband, my perfect man who'd had to
leave me way too soon. He'd understood my submissive nature in the
bedroom, which was the polar opposite of my personality in public where I
was always in charge and a no-nonsense woman. A feminist in most people's
eyes. I imagined myself on all fours... this was the way he'd usually
fucked me. We'd both wanted him to fuck me in whichever hole suited his
fancy, since when we were alone and getting intimate he treated me like
the slut I craved to be. And yet in public or with our kids, he was
always the perfect gentleman and husband as we presented a façade of a
vanilla life, which was all anyone else would ever see. This fantasy,
this reminiscing of the 'good times' always got me off quickest, and I
was close in only a few minutes.

As I neared my climax, my mind played tricks on me, and now I wasn't
seeing my husband pounding me from behind, but my son! So close to
coming, I just went with it and continued pleasuring myself until the
crescendo of pleasure washed through me while I heard my son ordering me
to "Come Mommy, come on your son's big hard cock!"

This orgasm was more intense than most I self-created, and I collapsed
into my bed, a puddle of sweat. As I recovered from my best orgasm in a
long, long time, I gasped at what had turned the tide. I couldn't believe
that my son had replaced his father in my fantasy! I also couldn't
believe how hot and bothered Michael had gotten me both during the
fantasy and when I'd spied on him earlier today. After some thought, I
decided it must have been a mixture of exhaustion, loneliness, missing
Jake, and being shocked upon seeing my son performing such a personal act
while picturing me. Comfortable with my conclusion, I drifted off to
sleep and had the best rest I'd had in a long time.

**********


The next morning as Michael came down for breakfast, I noticed how much
he looked like his father. Jake had been more athletically built, but he
too had been rather nerdy in appearance and hid his naughty sexuality
quite well.

Once my son had gone off to school, curiosity got the better of me. I
went into his room and flipped open his laptop. I typed in his password
(which was as predictable as could be, PrincessLeia), and checked out the
sites he'd been on yesterday afternoon. I knew this was a major violation
of his privacy, yet my desire to know what he'd been reading or watching
while he was masturbating about me was driving me nuts. The websites he'd
visited yesterday were mostly the usual geek sites, but one of them
wasn't, and soon there were a few of them in a row, all hosted on
Literotica. I'd never heard of the site, but as I opened the URL's I
gasped. They were all stories about incest, with titles like Backseat
Mommy, Making Mommy Mine, What Mom Doesn't Know Will Fuck Her, Riding on
Son's Lap, and Mom's Stocking Stuffer.


I jotted down the titles, not wanting to leave behind any evidence of my
violation of his privacy, erased my history and logged off the Internet.
Still curious, I searched the word 'mom' on his files and found a
plethora of stories he'd saved. I was shocked by the obvious conclusion
that my son wanted to have sex with me, or at least that was his
favourite fantasy. Yet I couldn't even begin to fathom how to deal with
this knowledge.

I shut down his computer and realizing the time, rushed out for my first
showing of the day. Strangely, all day while I was at work, I couldn't
shake off my new-found knowledge, couldn't shake off how obsessed I'd
become with the need to learn more.

Once my day of showing houses and condos was done I headed home, hoping
to catch him in the act again, although completely unsure about what I
would do if I did, or for that matter, why I was hoping I would. I didn't
want to have sex with my son, did I?

When I got home, he was downstairs gaming with his friend Frederick, the
poster boy for geek if there ever was one. I ordered pizza for us and as
they gamed, I fired up the laptop in my bedroom, curious to read the
stories he'd been stroking to yesterday.

As I read story after story, I was shocked both at the content of the
stories and by what these stories were doing to me. My pussy was on fire,
and my left hand slowly pleasured myself as I read each incestuous story.
Some of the stories had dominant sons seducing their mothers, while
others had powerful daughters dominating their mothers, while still
others were more intimate and egalitarian in the sexual relationships
between sons and mothers. I'd never even remotely considered my children
in a sexual way, but yesterday's events of my son's masturbation and my
own later one, as well as these vivid, hot stories, induced the thought
that now entered my mind and that was exciting me as my fingers continued
their work.

I was close to reaching orgasm while reading a story about a son fucking
his mom's ass while calling her names, when the phone rang. I grabbed it,
leaving the bubbling just beneath my surface to simmer and then gradually
fade away as I talked to my overbearing mother about many things,
including her never-ending topic about my finding myself a man. By the
time I finally managed to get off the phone I was frustrated like I
almost always was after a conversation with my mother, but thankfully I
was no longer horny. Checking the time and realizing the pizza would be
here any minute, I went downstairs to check on the boys who were still,
as far as I could tell, playing the same game and sitting in the exact
same places they'd been when I left. I got the boys some drinks and in a
large mirror on the wall, couldn't help but notice my son checking out my
legs as I walked away.

As I returned to the kitchen, conflicting emotions swarmed over me. Ever
since yesterday, the more I looked at my son, the more I saw his father;
knowing that I turned my son on was both flattering and yet wrong... but
with the latter being the case, why didn't I feel mortified by it?
Deciding to test whether my son was just turned on by the idea of incest
or obsessed with the real me, I decided to showcase my assets somewhat.

After the pizza arrived I brought them slices on plates, being sure to
bend forwards far enough to give Michael and his friend a quick flash of
my breasts and, while I was standing back up, gave them just a quick
flash of my lace stocking tops. After fetching my own pizza, I sat on a
chair to the left of them and, flipping off my four-inch heels and saying
dramatically enough to make sure I got their attention, which I was
confident I already had anyway, said, "My feet are killing me."

Reclining my chair and leaning back, my stocking-clad legs and feet were
now on full display for both of the eighteen-year-old boys. As I'd
expected, my joining them was causing havoc between them, as if these
Mensa candidates' boys' brains switched off the minute their erections
began growing. The thought that I could wield such power over teenage
boys at my age was also quite a turn-on.

I'd already known Frederick had a thing for me, as he stammered
practically every time he spoke to me and could never look me in the
eyes, his own eyes always focused on my chest. But watching my son
attempting to sneak quick glimpses at my legs every few seconds was
amusing.

Once I finished eating, I stood up and stretched, my arms reaching for
the ceiling in front of these two horny eighteen-year-olds, which caused
my skirt to ride up higher than was socially acceptable, and which also
showcased my breasts in all their grandeur.

Once I was confident I had their cocks begging for release from their
pants, I added to their discomfort by bending down to retrieve their
empty plates and lingering just long enough for each of them to peek down
my ample cleavage. I dressed to impress for my job, professional but
sexy, leaving enough to the imagination but also showing a fair amount of
leg and cleavage, and I was still in my business attire, so with very
little effort I could showcase more of my assets than usual.

Leaving the boys alone, I stopped where they would think I'd gone
completely away, but I remained just within earshot. As I'd expected to
hear, Frederick said, "Holy shit Michael, your Mom is such a MILF."

"Fuck off," my son countered, uncomfortable with his friend checking out
his Mom.

"Seriously," Frederick continued, "I saw her stocking tops and her blue
bra."

"No, seriously don't talk about my Mom that way," my son snapped, anger
growing in his voice.

Frederick, a lot like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory, couldn't read
social cues, so he continued, "Sorry man, but you have to admit you have
a hot Mom."

Snapping completely, Michael said, "Yes, I fucking know my Mom is hot, I
live with her and see her every day, but I'm sick and tired of my friends
and all the other losers at school talking about how they want to fuck
her!"

Finally catching on, Frederick said, "Sorry, Michael, I didn't mean to
insult you."

Suddenly calm, Michael said, dismissing the topic, "Forget it, let's
finish this game."

I returned quietly to the kitchen, flattered at my son's adamant defence
of me and surprised by the crap he had to deal with because I was his
mother. I cleaned up the kitchen and dealt with some bills until
Frederick left, and my son went up to his room.

I don't know why I thought this, but the first thought in my head was, I
wonder if he's going to jerk off. The next thought surprised me: If so, I
wonder if I could see his cock again. The third thought, which I quickly
dismissed, was Why am I so excited at the thought of seeing his cock
again? I was beginning to learn that when my pussy was tingling, my moral
compass pointed due south. I quietly treaded up the stairs and listened
at Michael's door, but I could hear nothing. Nevertheless it was at this
moment, my cunt tingling like it hadn't in years, that I decided to turn
my son's fantasies into a reality. With the first preparatory step
beginning now.

I took a deep breath and opened his door without warning, not flinging it
open rapidly like some detective about to cry, 'Aha!' but quietly. All to
no avail: I was disappointed to see him on his laptop completely dressed,
although he did quickly, and guiltily, close the lid. I began initiating
my seductive plan nevertheless: I walked over to his bed and sat on the
edge beside him, my skirt again riding up just enough to tease, and
opened with, "Michael, thank you for standing up for me."

"What?" he asked, confused and uncomfortable. I hadn't caught him in the
act, but I'd caught him in preparation for the act, which the box of
Kleenex sitting beside him attested to.

"I heard what you and Frederick said just after I left," I admitted.

"Oh, God," he said, his face flushed.

"I'm really sorry if my looks are causing you problems with your
classmates," I said, my hand, apparently haphazardly, touching down on my
son's leg.

This distracted him as he stammered, "I-i-it's ok. Better to have a
pretty Mom than an ugly one."

"You think I'm pretty?" I asked coyly, as if I had no idea.

Still flustered, he answered, "Y-y-yes, and so does every friend of mine,
and most of the guys at school."

"Well thank you, Michael. At my age such compliments don't come as often
as they used to when I was a teenager in my prime," I smiled.

"M-m-mom, I-I-I think you're still in your prime," he complimented me,
his face as red as a tomato. I could see why he'd never had a girlfriend,
he was nervous as hell just talking to me, and I was his Mother, with
whom he interacted every day.

I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, lingering there just a second or
two longer than I usually would, and complimented, "You know just the
right words to say, my dear."

I stood up and said, leaving him with an insinuation he wouldn't yet
understand, "Thanks again Michael, you're turning out to be just like
your father."

I left his room and counted to ten before re-entering and seeing him
furtively close his laptop for the second time. "Sorry honey, but could
you be a dear and unzip Mommy?" I asked, my voice syrupy sweet, and using
the word 'Mommy' instead of 'Mom,' just a subtle change in our
relationship.

He moved his laptop off his lap, paused for a moment, trying to figure
out how to hide his erection, before realizing he didn't have any
options, so he simply stood up brazenly, blushing furiously as he came
over to me while I pretended not to notice. I turned around and felt his
hands trembling as he awkwardly unzipped my dress.

Holding my bodice in place with one hand, I turned around and kissed him
again on the cheek. "Thanks honey."


He replied sheepishly, "You're welcome, Mom."

I considered allowing my dress to accidentally fall to the floor, but I
thought that might give him a coronary, so I just left the room. Back in
my own room, I undressed and jumped in the shower, where my shower head
and I shared an intimate interlude while I plotted the next step in my
son's seduction.

**********



One thing about me is once I decide I want something, I do everything in
my power to get it. And once I'd decided I was going to seduce my son, it
was all I could think about... it became an obsession. Most of my prior
relationships with men had begun as games of a sort where I allowed them
to wine and dine me while I asked them about their lives, dreams and
philosophy to learn everything I could about them. Then once I was
certain I wanted to submit to them, I did my best to set up the perfect
evening in a perfect location. Once everything was in place, I launched
the Main Event, where I allowed my submissive side out to play. I decided
to play my son's seduction in the same way. Although in this case I
already knew everything about my target's life, dreams and philosophy,
and the location would be here at home. All that remained was for me to
invest some time planting seeds before orchestrating the perfect evening.




But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael,
especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the
next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his
favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica
addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was
simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top
incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of
information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the
following tags: mom, son, and submission.

I clicked on the search button and was surprised to find 313 stories come
up with those key words. I read a few of them, my pussy again on fire,
and came to realize the three things he wanted the most: his Mom, in
stockings, serving as his personal plaything. This knowledge should have
appalled me, yet instead all I could think about was the wonderful
prospect of my long dormant sexual needs being met like they hadn't been
since my Jake, Michael's father, had died. I fingered myself to orgasm
while fantasizing about my son becoming the dominant lover I'd been
craving for so long. After another great orgasm washed through me, I put
his computer away after erasing today's browsing history and headed out
to work.

Remaining in my business attire that evening, I made supper and noticed
Michael taking surreptitious glances at my legs all evening. Once the
dishes were done, I asked, "Michael, can you do me a big favor?"

"Anything, Mom," he replied like the sweetheart he was.

"Will you give Mommy a foot massage?" I asked with a warm smile, again
using 'Mommy' instead of 'Mom', which I noticed was the term used most
often in stories about incestuous submission.

Michael's face went red and he stammered, "S-s-sure, Mom."

I grabbed both his hands, entwining them together like a loving couple
would do, and walking backwards, led him to the couch. We then circled
each other halfway before I gently pushed him down onto one end of the
couch, seated myself on the other end and flipped my silky stocking-clad
feet onto his lap. I could read the nervousness written all over his face
as he froze.

I raised my left stockinged foot and tapped his nose playfully. "These
feet won't get massaged by themselves, honey."

His face ruby red, he stuttered yet again, "S-s-sorry Mom." He nervously
took hold of my left foot and began tenderly massaging it. Within seconds
I felt his member growing underneath my right leg. I couldn't resist
smiling, knowing what I was doing to my son.

I separated my legs slightly, not enough to be slutty and show him my
panties, but enough to offer him a glimpse of my stocking tops. We were
silent for a few minutes as I watched him, amused at his concentration
while he massaged my foot. Eventually I asked, "Could you do my right
foot now, sweetheart?"

"Sure, Mom," he replied, switching feet and not stammering this time,
enjoying the task.

I started the conversation. "So... do you have a girlfriend yet, Michael?"

He answered sheepishly, "No."

"Why not?" I asked, "You're a great catch."

"The high school girls don't think so," he sighed, continuing to massage
my right stocking-clad foot.

"You're smart, sweet and very handsome," I complimented slyly.

"You have to say that, you're my Mom," he pointed out, brushing away my
sincere compliment.

"Don't you do that," I scolded him.

"Do what?" he asked, startled by my abrupt tone.

"Don't put yourself down like that," I admonished, moving my foot away
and leaning into him for a hug, my hand 'accidentally' landing directly
on his stiff cock. My son's eyes went wide, but I didn't move my hand
away as I leaned in close to his ear and whispered, slightly seductively,
"You look just like your father, and he was the sexiest man I ever met.
You have the same eyes, the same smile and..." I gave a gentle squeeze to
his erect cock, "...apparently you inherited something else from your
dad."

Before he could respond, I gave him a quick peck on the lips and stood
up. Brushing my skirt back down, I said, "Thanks honey, your hands felt
amazing on my aching feet, but now I'm going for a shower." I started to
walk away before pausing, turning around, and looking directly at his
crotch suggested, "You probably should look after that. I think it's
about to burst."

My son stared at me in stunned silence as I left him high and hard.

For the second straight day, my shower head and I became intimate as I
plotted the next steps of my plan.

**********


The next morning I was dressed in a black skirt, a white blouse and beige
thigh high stockings when Michael joined me for breakfast. We chatted
casually about school until I stood up and said, having prepared for
this, "Dammit, I have a run in my stocking." I placed my foot on the
chair right next to my very captivated son, raised my skirt almost high
enough to flash my panties and slid the stocking down my leg. My son's
eyes watched the entire removal. Changing legs, I sensuously removed the
second stocking complaining, "I don't have any more in this color, so I
guess I'm going shopping before my first showing." I kissed my son on the
forehead and left the stockings draped across the back of the chair as
bait, leaving him alone as I headed out.

I waited five minutes then returned into the house, hoping to catch him
in flagrante. As I'd hoped and expected, he was pumping away on his big
cock with one of my stockings wrapped around it. I watched him for a
minute before walking in from behind and spoke from out of the blue, "I
forgot my purse, Michael."

He jerked up his pants and stammered, "Oh my god, Mom, I'm so-so-so
sorry."

Fighting my growing desire to grab his exposed cock, I replied,
flirtation dripping from every syllable I spoke, "Oh honey, it's ok,
masturbating is natural; I hope you did it last night, too. Truth be
told, I did it myself last night... twice."

"Mom!" he gasped, still frantically fumbling to get his pants closed, my
stocking still wrapped around his cock.

"And please feel free to keep my stockings, if that's your thing," I
offered with a coy smile.

"Mom!" he repeated, still humiliated at being caught in the act.

"So you have a stocking fetish too?" I asked, with a sexy smile on my
face. "You really are just like your father," I said, grabbing my purse
and leaving before he had a chance to respond.

I drove away, knowing another seed had been planted.

I returned home after lunch, flipped open his computer, went to the
Literotica website and opened the story What Mom Doesn't Know Fucks His
Mom (as it was the hottest of the stories I had read). I left the browser
on that story and returned to work, leaving yet one more tease for my son.

A long day of showings, including two last-minute additions, meant I
didn't get home till after seven. I came in, slipped out of my heels,
went upstairs and knocked on Michael's door.

I heard a nervous voice say, "Come in."

I entered and sat down on the edge of his bed and rubbed my stocking-clad
feet. I wasn't even lying when I said, "My feet are killing me."

From his small desk across the room he was staring at my perfectly
manicured feet and red toenails, unable to make eye contact with me.

I asked sweetly, "Michael, could you please massage my feet again, like
you did last night?"

"S-s-sure, Mom," he stammered, standing up.

"Come to Mommy," I beckoned, my finger beckoning him over and my tone
dripping with sultry seduction.

He shyly obeyed.

I scooted up on his bed to rest my back against the headboard and
ordered, as I patted the bed, "Sit down and join me."

He did, never once making eye contact. He sat tailor fashion at my feet,
took my right foot in his hands and began massaging me. My legs were
parted further than yesterday and if he looked up, he'd get a very clear
look at my black panties... which after only a few seconds he did. He
quickly looked away, flustered. Over the next couple of minutes, he
continued to take quick peeks up my skirt as he continued the massage,
his face redder than the flames of hell. I deliberately opened and closed
my legs slightly to entice him. As he switched feet, I asked, "So, how
was school today?"

He sighed, "Boring as usual."


"Any hotties on the horizon?"

"Not even on the radar," he replied, his confidence still nonexistent.

"Why not?" I asked, uttering a soft moan from his massage, adding, "you
certainly have the magic touch with your hands."

Surprised by the compliment he stammered, "R-r-really?"

"Yes really, you have me feeling so relaxed right now," I said, allowing
another moan to escape my lips.

Just then my cell phone rang, and I cursed to myself. I grabbed it and
was asked if I could show a house in twenty minutes. I agreed reluctantly
and sighed, getting up and saying, "I have to go honey, but did you know
that tomorrow is Nude Day?"

"It is?" he asked.

"Yep. I wonder how average people celebrate Nude Day," I said, my smile
implying something naughty.

"I-um-I don't know," he answered, rattled by my odd question.

At the door I paused and asked, "While I'm gone, why don't you check that
Literotica site and read some of those contest stories to see what
regular people enjoy doing?"

His mouth dropped like it would hit the floor, and I turned and sauntered
away, a new plan formulating in my mind. If all went well, tomorrow would
be the Main Event.

**********


The next day I scheduled myself off duty from three o'clock on, declining
a four o'clock showing, determined to finish seducing my son. I arrived
home, showered, dressed myself in only white thigh highs and an apron to
cover my freshly shaved cunt and just over half of my tits but with a
generous side-boob view, and started cleaning the house. At four o'clock,
I put a casserole in the oven and an hour later was just making a salad
when Michael arrived home. When he walked into the kitchen, he froze as
he stared at me, my voluptuous breasts barely concealed by the apron. I
greeted, "Hi, sweetheart. Did you remember what today is?"

He paused, trying to stare at the amazing sight of his mother almost
naked without appearing to stare. It was an impossible task. "Um...."

I explained, "It's Nude Day."

"There really is a Nude Day?" he asked, "I thought that was just a
Literotica fiction."

"Yes, there really is, silly," I flirted, before adding, "and Michael,
you're now eighteen and old enough to celebrate Nude Day with your
Mother. So for the rest of the evening, all clothing is forbidden."

Silence lingered for a while until he stammered, "M-m-mom, this is really
weird."

I pouted, drawing him in, "Don't you want to celebrate Nude Day with me?
Or is your Mother too old?"

He stammered, "N-n-no Mom, that's not it. It's just strange."

"Is it?" I shrugged. "I find it very liberating. It's been years since I
went without panties." I lifted the apron to give him a quick flash of my
hairless pussy.

"B-b-but you're my M-m-mom!" he stuttered, still trying to wrap his head
around what was happening , his bulging pants revealing the impact my
body was already having on him.

"And you're my son. I've seen you naked many times, baby, just not
recently," I rationalized, before adding in my Motherly
do-as-you-are-told-young-man tone, "Now get undressed, Michael."

"But you're wearing nylons," he pointed out.

"Yes, and I did that for you." I smiled, walking over to him and kissing
his cheek. "Like your father, you clearly have a thing for stockings."

I pulled his shirt over his head and offered, "Unless you want me to
follow the rules completely and take the thigh highs off? It's up to you,
sweetie."

"N-n-no, p-p-please k-k-keep them on," he stammered, shivering at my
touch.

"Your wish is my command," I teased, unbuckling his pants, hinting at my
submissive nature. He was holding his breath, so I reminded him,
"Breathe, baby, breathe," as I dropped his pants to the floor. His big
hard cock wasn't being completely contained by his unflattering
tighty-whities. "We've definitely got to get you some better underwear."

He nodded, unable to speak a word.

"Oh my, Michael, is that because of me?" I asked, my hand going to his
prick.

"Oh God," he moaned and went even stiffer the instant my hand brushed
against his cock.

As I pulled down his underwear his beautiful cock flopped into the open,
giving me an eight-inch salute. It took every ounce of my willpower not
to devour his cock then and there, but I wanted to make us both wait a
bit longer.

I finished getting him naked, then stood up and went back to finish
cutting the salad veggies. Michael hadn't moved an inch since I'd
undressed him, so I asked, "Can you please pour us some wine?"

"Wine?" he asked.

"Today is a special day, Michael, so you may have some wine," I smiled,
my tone implying we were soon going to create our very own Literotica
story.

He did as I instructed, while I finished making the salad and pulled the
casserole out of the oven. I noticed Michael taking quick glimpses at me
every time he could, desperately trying not to be obvious, when in truth
he was being just that. There wasn't anything at all covering my
backside, so as I bustled around the kitchen, I took every logical
opportunity I could find to face away from him. Finally, I suggested,
"Michael, take a seat as Mommy fills your plate."

He sat down and I brought him his meal. I went back and grabbed mine, and
after placing my plate on the table, I removed the final garment that was
hiding my breasts and my recently shaved pussy. As expected, Michael
stared, his mouth hanging open, literally watering. I sat down and began
eating, creating conversation as if our nudity was the most normal thing
in the world.

"So, Michael, anything exciting happen at school today?"

Trying to act nonchalant himself, he told me, "Aced my Calculus test."

"Excellent," I smiled. "You're such a good student and you've always been
such a perfect son."

"Oh Mom," he said embarrassed, a crimson hue rising to his cheeks.

"Seriously, half the teenagers today are drinking, doing drugs, failing
school and having sex, but you're a good boy, aren't you?" I asked, my
tone demure.

"Yes, because everyone thinks I'm a loser," he pointed out, not exactly
insulting himself, but just reporting the social hierarchy of high school.

"Well, based on that theory, Bill Gates was a loser too," I pointed out,
before adding, "most of the so-called cool kids in high school end up
peaking then, and afterwards doing nothing with the rest of their lives."

"You were cool," my son pointed out.

"I'm not now?" I pouted, luring him in.

"Y-y-you still are," he stammered, desperate to rectify any implied
insult, "I-I-I just meant you're successful even though you were cool in
high school."

"Aaaah thanks, sexy," I replied warmly, as he blushed at being called
sexy, "but I'm successful partly because of my looks, not because of my
academic prowess like you'll be."

"I hope you're right," he replied, letting out a soft sigh implying he
wasn't convinced.

"Plus," I added, my seduction moving forward at full throttle, "once the
girls see your fucking big cock and start gossiping about it, you'll have
to beat them off with a stick."

"Mom!" Michael gasped again, shocked.

Continuing my sexual flattery, I added, "You've heard the saying it isn't
the size that counts?"

"Yeah?" he answered doubtfully, not knowing my intent.

"That's total bullshit, and it's only said by nice girls to bolster the
egos of insecure guys with small peckers," I announced.

"Jesus Christ, Mom!" he cried out, bewildered by this conversation and by
the fact I didn't seem to mind he couldn't help staring at my big tits
bouncing around in plain sight just across the table as I gesticulated,
making my points.

"Trust me," I continued, "I had a wide variety of cocks back in the day,
but your Dad's was the biggest and the best, and yours is even bigger
than his."

"I can't believe you're talking about my penis," he said.

"It's called a cock, son. A big, and I am guessing, still really hard
cock. Big..." I smiled, standing up. "...stiff..." I continued stalking
slowly around the table towards him, "...cock," I finished, arriving next
to him.

He stared up at me, speechless. Standing above him in a position of
authority, I looked down past my naked breasts at his face, changed the
subject and started asking a few rhetorical questions.

"So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?"

He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, reaching down to
place my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my
slightly wet pussy directly in front of him in plain sight.

"And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't
you, my son?"

My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect
and ready-to-burst cock.

"And you seem to have a rather major fascination with women's stockings
too, don't you?" I leaned back up, reluctantly letting go of his cock and
placing my right foot on the chair next to his leg, which also gave him a
very clear, up-close-and-personal look at the lips of his Mommy's cunt.
"Do you like my thigh highs, Michael?"

So stunned he couldn't even speak coherently as my sexual attack on his
senses overwhelmed him. "I-I-um-I-I-well-I..."

I took his hand and placed it on my leg. "Go ahead, son, feel Mommy's
stockings. I've never heard that Nude Day is just for looking."

He obeyed, obsessed like a kitten with a ball of string by the feel of my
silky leg.

I moaned, "Mmmmm, Michael, your hand feels so nice on Mommy's leg."

A moment later I put my foot back down, slid his dinnerplate aside and
hopped up onto the kitchen table right in front of him. He watched,
mesmerized, as both of my stocking-clad feet reached for his stiff
missile. Stand by, Houston, I thought, we have liftoff! His dick quivered
under my touch and I, without a word, began giving him a foot job. My
knees were spread wide apart so I could wrap the soles of my feet around
his cock, so my bare pussy was staring my stunned son in the face, my
glistening inner lips clearly visible, a gaping invitation if there ever
was one.

As I slowly stroked my stockinged feet up and down on my son's cock, he
closed his eyes and let his long-held fantasy come true. In less than a
minute he moaned and warned me, "Careful Mom, you're about to make me
come."

I purred like the predator I was, "Then come for Mommy, baby, come all
over Mommy's stockinged feet. I wore these just for you, baby...
everything tonight is just for you."

Just as I finished purring, his white goo shot up in the air and most of
it landed on my stockings, the rest on the kitchen table and the floor. I
continued the sensuous foot masturbation of my son until the last droplet
of his cum was released.

I asked, my voice still syrupy sweet, "Did you like that, baby?"

Michael finally opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. "T-t-that
was amazing, Mom."

"Call me Mommy, Michael, isn't that what you want? A full-service Mommy?"
I asked, lifting a foot to my mouth and gazing into his eyes, licked my
son's cum from my foot.

His mouth was again wide open in shock as he watched this obscene act.

"Fuck, do you taste delicious," I smiled, switching feet and licking off
some more of his cum before eventually purring to him, "Actually, I'd
love to get more of this directly from the source."

I hopped off the tabletop and fell to my knees as my son watched me take
his cock in my mouth.

"Oh God," he let out the instant my warm mouth completely swallowed his
still erect cock. It had been a long time since I'd done a teenager, not
since I was one myself, and I was grateful for his quick recovery time.




I bobbed slowly up and down on his cock for a couple of minutes before
taking his cock out of my mouth and saying Betty Boop style, "Oo! I
missed some." Continuing to set up the opportunity for him to take
control, I leaned to the floor and licked up his cum. (Only submissive
sluts lick their man's cum off the floor.)

My son, finally catching on, said with a confidence I'd never heard from
him except for the time I'd watched him jerk off pretending I was sucking
him, "Mom, you missed some over here on the kitchen table."

A smile crossed my lips at his calm, masterful tone as I sat back up
still on my knees and looked back at the table. Seeing some white goo, I
asked, eyes wide, "Does Michael want Mommy to clean up his cum?"

"Yes," he replied, although not with the aggressiveness I was hoping for.

I looked at him and said, my hand again wrapped around his stiff missile,
"Mommy needs directions, my son. Please tell Mommy what you want. She
promises to obey every command like a good Mommy, like a very obedient
Mommy, a Pet Mommy like in those stories you love."

He looked directly into my eyes, something he'd been unable to do for
most of the evening with all my charms on display, and ordered me, "Clean
up my cum, Mommy."

I obeyed immediately, using only my tongue at first to retrieve his white
seed. I finished by sucking it up with my lips before turning back to him
and asking, my voice as submissive as humanly possible, "Mmmmmmm, did I
do good?"

A smile crossed his face for the first time as he finally realized all
the implications of what had been occurring and what I was so clearly
offering him. He asked, slightly hesitant, wanting a final declaration
before proceeding any further (he always was such a linear boy) "Are you
really offering to be my Mommy-slut?"

I looked up from my submissive position and answered, "I want to be
whatever you want me to be."

"Really?" he asked, still struggling to accept his good fortune.

"Try me, give me a command," I suggested. "Anything at all."

He paused as if he'd just been given three wishes from a genie and had to
come up with the best possible one. "Masturbate while I watch," he
ordered, with a vague resemblance of confidence.

Without hesitation, still on my knees, I brought my left hand to my eager
pussy and began fulfilling his command.

He watched from his position of newfound power, his mind moving a mile a
minute at the possibilities. I let out a moan, this long-denied
experience of obedience bringing me enhanced pleasure, and almost before
any time at all I asked, "May Mommy come my son, or does my big boy have
other plans for his Mommy?"

He was still coming to terms with the amazing reality that this wasn't a
wet dream or some computer-driven fantasy. Still fingering myself, I
looked up at him like a lost puppy looking for directions, desperately
attempting to guide him in what we both needed: I needed a dominant man,
and he needed a woman to dominate, but also to learn from. My moans were
increasing and I warned, "Please tell me what you want Son, Mommy's cunt
is getting really wet and I can't hold back much longer."

The last brick in his wall of resistance shattered, I watched as my son
stood up, pulled me up and onto the table and without a word, he took
what was now rightfully his as he buried his face in my hot lava box. I
moaned as my inexperienced son licked my sticky wet pussy lips. This
being his first time, he was a bit rough and all over the place and
needed some direction. I moaned, "That feels good, baby. Now part Mommy's
lips with your tongue."

He obeyed the instruction, and on his own accord he slowed down. For the
next couple of minutes he continued to lick my pussy lips, bringing a
constant teasing sensation to me. I moaned, "Is this your first time
eating pussy, baby?"

He nodded, but he didn't stop what he was doing, enthralled by the taste
of my cunt. Every man I'd ever been with, and two girls in college, had
always commented on my unique, sweet-tasting pussy, although he wouldn't
yet have anything to compare it with.

"Well, you're a natural, baby," I purred, adding, "do you want to help
Mommy come?"

"Yeth," he mumbled, his tongue refusing to leave my snatch.

"Take my clit into your mouth, baby," I requested, "swallow it whole."
Again he obeyed me, and the minute he sucked my swollen needy clit
between his tight lips I screamed, "Oh God, fuck, son, now lick Mommy's
clit, suck it hard, make Mommy come!" He increased the pressure and my
screams became louder as my now inevitable orgasm began to rise. "Oh God,
son. Make Mommy your slut, make me come and I'm yours unconditionally,
baby. Is that what you want, son? Your very own Mommy-sluuuuuuut," I
screamed, as without warning he surprised me by slamming two fingers deep
inside me. Like a veteran pussy pleaser, he hooked his fingers inside me
and found my g-spot in seconds. On contact, I wailed, and my legs
stiffened.

The mixture of having my g-spot tapped like a drum and my long-ignored
need for submission, finally twisted into the reality of the taboo
incestuous act I was willingly committing, and I was a bundle of goo in
seconds and babbling like a teenage slut. "Oh God Michael, you got Mommy,
you got Mommy, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes Michael, uh, ah, uuuuuuuuuh,
fuuuuuuck, Mommy's coming baaaaaaby, don't stoooooop!!!" I screamed,
grabbing my son's head to add even more pressure against my exploding
cunt. It was easily the best, most intense, toe-tingling, leg-stiffening,
cunt-dripping, mind-numbing orgasm I'd ever experienced! Pleasure pulsed
through my very being, and I knew in this moment of euphoria what Heaven
feels like: a brief moment of acceptance of what I'd just done and what I
knew I'd now be doing over and over.

My orgasm finally done, no nook or cranny untouched by his assault, I
begged my son, with his fingers still inside me and his mouth still
devouring my clit, "Please stop now baby, I have to pee so badly."

As his fingers exited my cunt, I felt empty. As I pushed myself off the
kitchen table, which I would never, ever be able to look at again and not
remember the moment my life had officially and drastically changed, I
stumbled, my orgasm having done a number on my now jello-like legs. I
fell onto my son's lap face first, his cock almost poking me in the eye.
I promised, grabbing his cock which was very ready for action, "I'll be
right back to take care of this for you, son."

One last squeeze and I fled.

I returned a few minutes later, his cock just as hard and ready for
action as when I'd left. I smiled, acting as demure and sweet as I could
while naked, "Did you miss me?"

My son took control like I hoped he would and ordered, "Let's go to your
room."

Coyly I asked, "And what could you possibly want to do there?"

His reply sparked the fire that had never completely flamed out after my
orgasm. Deadpan, no trace of a smile crossing his face, he announced,
"I'm going to fuck you, Mom."

"Oh my," I exclaimed, feigning shock.

Attempting to be dominant, a skill he would need to work on, since at the
moment it sounded more like a request than an order, "Get your ass up to
your room, Mommy."

"Yes, sir," I answered, prancing upstairs in front of him, my ass
jiggling for him, my perpetual tease continuing.

Once we were inside my room I sauntered over to my bed and asked, "Is
this where you want me, son?"

His confidence increasing, he surprised me by pointing to the floor
directly in front of him and demanded, his tone hinting at annoyance,
using my full name like I'd always done to signal he was in trouble,
"Betty Cheryl Lodge, get your ass over here right now."

Startled and impressed, I scurried over to him.

His hands on my shoulders, he gently but firmly guided me down to my
knees. His smile smug, an expression I'd never seen cross his face
before, he said, finally using the term he'd used while fantasizing about
me, "I assume a dirty Mommy-slut like you Betty, knows exactly what to do
with this."

Reaching for his delicious cock, I shifted into my sultry seductress MILF
mode and smiled, "Actually, I can think of several things I'd like to do
with this."

"Such as?" he asked, attempting to learn all his options and to see how
kinky I was willing to get.

My eyes never leaving his from my subservient position, I laid all my
cards on the table, offering him four of a kind. "Well... I could give
you another stocking-clad foot massage until your huge dick shoots its
load all over Mommy's stockinged feet, or... I could suck your delicious
cock into Mommy's mouth until you fill my throat with your yummy cum,
or... you could slip that big fucking pecker of yours inside my fiery
volcano until you erupt inside me, or... you could order me onto all
fours like a pet, your very own Pet Mommy, and then do me doggy-style as
your raging rod pierces my back door."

His eyes went big and wide as he listened to my shocking options. He
finally spoke, although it was more of a whimper, "Oh God, Mom."

His cock begging for attention, I asked, my eyes hungry with lust, "What
do you want Mommy to do for you, baby? Or rather, what do you want Mommy
to do first?"

His hands grabbed my head and guided me to his cock. I happily opened my
mouth and took my son's raging hard-on between my lips. I slowly bobbed
back and forth, all the while creating a whirlpool of pleasure with my
tongue and saliva. Although Jake had loved fucking me, he'd always said
there was nothing he loved more than a slow swirling blow job from his
slut wife. I'd taken pride in giving him amazing, earth-shattering
blowjobs, and now I demonstrated those same skills on my son. I took my
time, making sweet love to my son's cock with my mouth. Reading the
warning signs of an orgasm on the build: his moans, his legs shifting,
and his organ's subtle pulses in my mouth, I went for the kill as I
shifted from a constant slow swirl to bobbing back and forth like some
porn star cock sucking slut. As expected, the sounds coming from my son's
mouth got louder and he warned, "I'm going to come."

I stopped and took his cock out of my mouth, again attempting to prompt
him into his role as the dominant voice in our ever-changing
relationship. I asked, "Do you want Mommy to swallow your cum, son?"

"Badly," he moaned, frustrated by my stopping.

"Just tell me what to do Michael. I'm yours to use as you please," I
smiled. "If you'd rather, you can come all over Mommy's face."

Michael surprising me, and not a man of many words, grabbed my head and
shoved his cock back into my mouth, but this time instead of my bobbing
on his cock, he took full charge and began pumping his cock between my
lips, literally fucking my mouth. He grunted, as his orgasm regained the
steam I'd abandoned moments ago, "Swallow my cum, Mommy-slut, swallow it
all."

Seconds later I was rewarded with a warm load of my son's cum as it
sprayed against the back of my throat. He continued pumping in and out of
my mouth at his own pace, albeit more slowly, until I'd savored every
last speck of his addictive seed.

But pulling out of my mouth he apologized, "Sorry, Mom, I-I-I got carried
away."

Still on my knees, I responded immediately and sincerely, "Michael, you
don't ever have to apologize to me, baby. When your Father was alive, he
was in charge in the bedroom and I was his obedient wife. Until I learned
about your fantasy to fuck me, my submissive side had lain dormant for
too many years, but when I saw you on my bed that day masturbating with
my stockings and moaning my name as you spurted, it all came flooding
back."

"You saw me?" he asked, surprised by this new information.

I stood up, my knees sore, and continued, impressed that his cock was
still stiff, "I did, and every moment since then I haven't been able to
stop thinking of your big cock." I once again grabbed his swollen member
and added, "This delicious fucking cock."

"Oh God, Mom," was all this academic genius could come up with, my sexual
power to overwhelm someone still prominent.

"You're still hard, so what's next? Do you want to fuck Mommy?" I asked,
my hand gently stroking his cock.

"Yes," he moaned.

"Please take charge and tell me everything you want... everything," I
begged, explaining, "Michael, I'm not just a little bit submissive, I'm a
submissive just like the ones in all those stories you like to read. In
the bedroom that's the long and short of who I am, and I'm completely
yours to use as you please." I leaned in and took his nipple in his mouth
before adding, "And whenever you please." I moved to his other nipple
before adding, "And however you please. But I know you're brand new at
all this and I'm not, so you can always ask me for any advice or
recommendations you want, too." Moving in to kiss him not as mother with
son but as two lovers, my lips pausing just inches from his, I finished
with, "I love you, Michael. I've always loved you as a son, and now I
also love you as my Master. If you please Master, allow Mommy to take
your virginity." Our lips touched, and our tongues began to explore each
other's mouths. A couple minutes later, tangled in a sweaty embrace as
our hands explored each other as well, my son placed an arm around my
shoulders and another behind my knees, lifted me up and carried me over
to the bed... just like a husband would do on our wedding night.

Reaching my bed, he didn't lean down, but just tossed me onto the bed and
muscled my legs apart to stand between them. Determination now controlled
his movements as he tried to become the man I desperately needed him to
be. He asked, "Does Mommy want her son's cock?"

He rubbed his cock up and down my glistening pussy lips and I moaned, "Oh
God yes, please fuck Mommy."

He smiled slightly, tapping his cock head on my clit, "A good Mommy-slut
can beg better than that."

My stocking-clad legs wrapping around him and pulling him in, I begged
earnestly, "Pleeeease fuck your Pet Mommy, son. Shove that huge fuck
stick up Mommy's wet cunt. Pound Mommy hard!"

His cock slid easily inside my inferno and I moaned loudly the instant he
penetrated me, "Oh yes, son, thank you so much, baby. Now fill Mommy's
cunt all the way up with your cock."

Slowly all of his eight inches filled me, and I watched as his face
expressed how in awe he felt that not only was he losing his virginity,
but he was losing it to his own mother, a woman he'd lusted after for
years. Once he was all the way inside me, he paused, savouring the
feeling of my cunt wrapped around his entire cock. Slowly, he began to
make love to me. It was slow and tender, and he leaned down and we
kissed. This mix of dominance and romance was strange yet erotic, and it
enhanced the intimacy of the moment. His hands cupped my large breasts as
he began gradually fucking me faster. He broke our loving kiss and began
to smother my tits with more kisses. He explored every morsel of my
breasts with his lips, tongue and teeth, all the while keeping up a
steady pace with his cock. Time stood still as I took my son's cherry and
allowed him to explore his Mother in all the ways society would detest.

It was over fifteen minutes of Heaven before without warning, he pulled
out and flipped me onto my side. As he repositioned himself I teased,
"Are you going to try the other hole now, baby?"

"Shhhh," he ordered as his cock slipped back into my cunt. "I'm not done
with this one yet."

"They're all yours, baby," I moaned. Unlike when we were in the
missionary position just now, this time he fucked me. He wrapped his
right arm around me, cupped my left breast for anchorage and began really
thrusting in and out of me. His body slammed against my ass and his hard
thrusts into me had me boiling hot in seconds, and my mouth came back
into play. "Harder, baby, fuck your Pet Mommy harder."

He obliged, his cock going deeper with each push. "You like this, Mommy?"
he asked.

"Oh yes, baby, I fucking love it. Promise me you'll fuck me again and
again," I moaned.

His confidence building, "Don't worry slut, I have definite plans for
you."

"You doooooooo?" I moaned in delight, the promise making me even hotter.

He fucked me harder, he fucked me faster, I felt his legs stiffening, and
I knew I was soon going to get a second hole filled with his cum. Unlike
the previous two courteous warnings he'd given me before when he came on
my feet and in my mouth, this time he announced, "I'm about to come
inside you Pet Mommy, I'm going to come inside my slut."

His confidence a turn on, my orgasm was also close and I moaned, "Oh yes,
baby, fill Mommy with your cum. Fill me with your seed. Make Mommy your
cum deposit."

"Aaaaaaaaaah, fuuuuuuck," he grunted, and I felt my pussy walls being
sprayed, which triggered my own orgasm.

"Fuuuuck, Mommy's coming too, baby." He kept pistoning in and out of me
as we both quaked with pleasure.

Suddenly he pulled out, pushed me onto my back and shoved his cock, shiny
with my juices and his own seed, into my mouth. Although this position
was awkward, I bobbed back and forth as best I could, desperate to prove
my utter obedience to my son, my new Master.

He finally pulled out and collapsed beside me, sweat dripping down his
forehead. Silence lingered for a long time as we both allowed the
afterglow of what we'd done these past two hours to linger.

Finally, I rolled onto my side and shared, "Michael, that was amazing."

Michael turned to face me as well. "I still can't believe it."

"What?" I smiled, "that you just fucked your Mom?"

"All of it: that you saw me masturbating; that you're submissive,
everything we just did," he responded, overwhelmed by it all.

I asked, "You don't regret this, do you?"

"God no," he replied, "I just can't believe how lucky I am."

"I'm the lucky one," I told him, "it's like having your father back," my
hand gently caressing his chest.

"Oh Mom, I've fantasized about you my entire life. I still remember the
first time I ever beat off, and I did it trying to picture what you'd
look like naked. But it never occurred to me that it could ever be
anything more than a long-term fantasy," he admitted, his expression one
of utter delirium.

"Was our being together as good as you fantasized?" I asked.

"God yes," he answered.

"Better than the stories?" I asked, my hand ever so slowly moving lower,
to his now only semi-erect cock. Taking a quick glimpse at it, I wondered
whether it was on its way towards slumber, or once again on the rise.

"I don't need those stories anymore, Mom, we've just enacted our own," he
pointed out.

I chuckled, "I guess we did." I looked at his cock, which was indeed
growing again. "You my dear, are insatiable," I purred.

He shrugged, "My record is nine."

"Nine what?"

"I once came nine times in a single day," he revealed.

My hand reaching for his almost fully erect cock, I teased, "Well, I'm
not sure I can keep up with our doing nine baby, but I can do at least
one more, and I do have one remaining hole for you to fill."

"You sure, Mom?" he asked.

"I've never been more certain about anything in my life, Master," I
replied, again stressing my utter submission to him.

As he sat up I informed him, "The lube is in the drawer of the
nightstand."

He reached into the nightstand and found my small collection of toys,
which included a couple of vibrators and a butt plug. He paused and
looked at me questioningly.

I shrugged, "It's lonely being a single mother."

"You won't be lonely anymore," he promised, returning with the lube.

I coated his cock generously, not having had a flesh and blood cock in my
ass since a couple of years ago when I'd briefly dated a co-worker. (I
hadn't submitted to him, but we had gotten pretty kinky as we shagged
each other a few times before deciding it was too risky: don't fuck where
you work and all that.) I got onto all fours and presented my ass to him,
which was still very toned. "What do you think of my ass, baby?"




"Fucking awesome," he replied, as he knelt behind me. I preened.

"Now please go slow at first baby," I said, "your cock is pretty big for
any girl's backdoor."

He slapped my ass playfully, but hard enough to give me a nice sharp
sting and said, "I thought I was in charge here."

I played along. "Sorry, Master, do with your slut as you please."

"Good girl," he purred, which sent a chill down my spine, that being his
father's trademark praise phrase to me.

"Fuck Mommy's ass, baby," I moaned, as the tip of his cock pushed past my
tight puckered entrance.

As he slowly forged his way deeper, he moaned, "Holy shit, this is so hot
and tight."

"It's all for you, baby," I moaned, as his cock slowly filled me deeper
and deeper.

"So fucking tight," he grunted, as the final couple of inches filled my
ass.

His cock feeling so perfect there, I finally allowed my mind to let go
and simply to be controlled like I used to be all those years ago. "Fuck,
your cock feels so perfect in my ass, Master."

"Master," he repeated, "I'm really starting to enjoy being called that."

As his cock began sliding in and out of my ass, I declared again, "Yes
Master. In this house whenever the clothes start coming off, you're in
charge, and I am yours unconditionally."

"Fuck," he grunted, "you're so hot, Mom."

"You are too, baby. You're a hot fucking stud, just like your Dad was," I
moaned, beginning to buck back on his cock, wanting him to go deeper
inside me.

"Bounce that ass on my cock, Mommy," he instructed. I obeyed, attempting
to get into a solid rhythm.

"Good girl," he repeated the magic words, his hands roaming over my back
and ass.

"Oh yes, son, your cock was made to fill me," I moaned. I bounced back on
his cock for an eternity, Michael having already come three times
tonight. My knees ached, but I was determined to feel his cum coating the
walls of my ass, so I tried to go for the kill verbally. "Oh God, baby. I
need your cum in my ass. I'll do anything for it, baby."

"What about Crystal, Mommy?" he asked, surprising me.

"What?" I gasped.

"I want you to seduce my sister so I can fuck her too," he negotiated,
adding "I've always hated her condescending treatment of me."

"Oh God," I moaned, the unexpected thought of my daughter and me in the
throes of lesbian lust bringing me to a boil again.

"Oh God, what?" he asked, beginning to fuck my ass harder.

"Oh God yes, Master, I'd love to help make her your submissive sister
slut," I promised, as my hand went to my clit.

"Is the thought of dyking out with your daughter turning you on, Mommy?"
he asked, now pounding my ass so hard that each thrust had me almost
collapsing forward.

"Yes, baby, obeying your every command gets me off, but that one's a
doozy," I admitted, rubbing my clit furiously, even as my mind played
with the preposterous notion of seducing my strong-willed daughter.

As his cock tore apart my ass, I desperately tried to push him over the
top. "Fuck, baby, do you want to watch me eat your sister's cunt?"

"Fuuuck, yes," he grunted, clearly close.

Pushing him over the edge, I asked, "How about if I fucked your sister's
tight ass with my strap-on? I still have one from when I used to get
fucked by the other girls in college."

That was the final straw and he grunted, and I felt his cum filling my
ass and fulfilling the trifecta of coming in all three of my pleasure
holes in one night. As his cum coated my rectum, another orgasm washed
through me as the idea of seducing my daughter bounced around in my head,
a ridiculous new fantasy that was already becoming an obsession.

"I'm coming too, baby," I screamed, "Don't stop pounding Mommy's ass."

He kept up the assault until my orgasm finished pulsing through me and I
collapsed onto the bed out of utter exhaustion.

I could feel my son's cum leaking out of my ass as he joined me on the
bed. As we gazed into each other's eyes, I smiled and said, "I love you,
Michael."

"I love you too, Mom."

After a brief pause I smiled, "So we're going to do your sister, hey?"

THE END

As I write this in March 2019, the story you have just read is the first
installment of a five-part series, the rest of them soon to be re-edited
as well. By the time you read this, I may be writing part six... but no
promises.

Next installment: "Pet Mommy": DP Mommy-Slut! in which Betty Lodge
seduces her son Michael's best friend Frederick, and thus becomes his
submissive slut too, before the two 18-year-old boys provide her with her
first double penetration fucking.



"Pet Mommy": DP Mommy-Slut!



MILF mom is trained to be a good SLUT for her nerdy son.  



Summary: MILF mom is trained to be a good slut for her nerdy son and has
her first double penetration.

"Pet Mommy": Creating a Mommy-Slut: In the prior episode of this series,
a mother learns that her son fantasizes about fucking her and, realizing
how much he resembles her deceased dominant husband, decides to make his
fantasy into a reality... by seducing her son and offering herself as his
submissive Pet Mommy

Summary:



Note: A special thanks goes to Mab7991 for editing this story in 2012 and
to Tex Beethoven for giving it another polish in 2019.

DP Mommy-Slut!

I'm sure you've heard the saying about being careful not to awaken a
sleeping giant. Well, I awakened the giant both figuratively and
literally with my son Michael.

Before I seduced him he'd been a meek, shy and conservative boy who often
secretly stroked himself to incest fantasies online. But once he had a
taste of my forbidden fruit (peach, not apple), he turned from boy to
man, from mouse to lion.

I knew I'd changed our relationship irrevocably that glorious first night
when I gave myself to my son unconditionally, offering him the use of all
three of my holes. I was still his mother and still loved him as a mother
does with unconditional acceptance, but now I also loved him as a lover,
as my Master.

In essence I felt like Shelley's Victor Frankenstein: I'd created a
monster... oh, but what a beautiful monster it was: eight inches of hard
meat and always ready to go... that's right, with a healthy
eighteen-year-old's powers of rejuvenation... always.

The morning after the glorious seduction of my son, I woke up to the
distinctive feel of a cock tapping my lips. I'm not a morning person and
I swatted it away, trying to get a few more minutes of shut-eye, but was
startled awake by the stern words of my recently shy son.

"Open your mouth, cock sucker," I heard him demand.

My eyes flew open wide, and I was staring at my son's fully erect
eight-inch cock. I attempted to speak, but the instant I opened my mouth,
I was silenced by my son shoving his cock into it.

He began slowly fucking my lips as he explained how things were going to
be different from now on. "From now on Mommy, you're my pet. You play
when I want to play, and unless secrecy or something else in our
circumstances dictates otherwise, you obey me all the time. You never let
me have a dog when I was young and desperately wanted one, so I've
decided it's time for me to get one."

I hadn't let him get a dog because I'm allergic to them, but it was
impossible to argue my case with his big cock in my mouth. I was also
surprised by his talking about getting a pet at the same time he was
slowly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth... until he completed his
thought.

"Do you know what kind of pet I want, Mommy?" he asked, taking his hard
rod out of my mouth.

Gazing up lovingly at his stern countenance, hungry to get his cock back
between my lips, but even more desirous of learning his wishes so I could
fulfill them I replied, "What kind do you want, Michael?"

He chuckled softly as he filled my mouth once again with his lovely cock.
"You will be my pet, Mom, my pet puppy."

My eyes went wide at his certainty, but of course I was unable to say
anything with my mouth full.

He continued to explain. "This bed will now be our bed, we'll sleep in it
together, and I expect all three of your fuck holes to be available to me
at all times."

Hearing my mild son saying fuck holes was both shocking and a complete
turn-on. Taking in his dominant, man-in-charge attitude had gotten my
cunt wet. I was now wide awake and ready to be fucked.

"So starting today, panties are a no-no at all times, all your nylons
will continue to be stockings or thigh highs (you good girl for already
doing that), and you may only wear a bra while you're out in public," he
said, continuing to scaffold the expectations of our new Dom-sub
relationship.

"Fuck, do I love my cock in your mouth, Mommy," he moaned, before adding,
"you look so fucking hot sucking my cock."

I moaned what I intended to be a thank you.

He asked, already able to read my mind, "Is Mommy horny?"

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and placed his hand against my wet,
still-naked-from-last-night cunt and smiled, "Oh, my Mommy is horny."

"Please Michael, fuck Mommy," I moaned as he flicked my clit with his
finger.

"I don't know," he said, "you swatted it away quite rudely when I first
offered it to you."

"S-s-sorry, Master," I stammered. "I was still asleep, and I didn't know
what was going on."

He shoved his cock back in my mouth and began fucking my face faster.
With each of his thrusts all of his eight delicious inches filled my
mouth and I could feel his balls bouncing off my chin. The incestuous act
was so naughty and wrong, which made it so naughty and right.

I concentrated on not gagging as he roughly used my mouth for his
personal pleasure, and I was soon rewarded with his warm salty seed
coating my throat. He held still as he shot his load and I took over the
action, bobbing back and forth, lavishly extracting any last remnants of
my son's cum.

Finally pulling his cock out of my mouth, he shifted from dominant to
apologetic. "Sorry Mom, I just couldn't resist."

Licking the last little drop of cum from the head of his cock, I smiled,
my cunt already alive and hungry, "Like I told you last night Master, you
never need to apologize; I'm always happy to serve you in any way you
please."

"It still seems weird," he said, looking down at me.

"What seems weird?" I asked, surprised by his sudden change right after
he'd fucked my face with wild abandon.

"All of this," he said, bewildered.

"It didn't seem weird last night when you were using my face as your
personal cum canvas," I pointed out.

"It's just... I mean..." my genius son struggled to form a complete
sentence as he tried to rationalize the shift in our relationship.

I interrupted him and took charge, "Michael, I am still your mother and
you are still my son."

"Yes, but..." he began, but I sat up and interrupted him again.

"Shhhh, baby, your Mother is talking right now, not your slut," I said,
putting my finger to his lips. I continued, moving to his ear, "And I
still love you like a mother loves a son. I'm still going to care for you
like a mother cares for her son. But now I also love you as a lover, as a
very well-equipped, attentive and dominant lover."

I removed my finger from his lips, nibbling teasingly on his ear as I
squeezed his stiff cock.

He stammered, a mixture of bewilderment and growing horniness, "But
you're my Mother."

"Whom you just face-fucked, rather aggressively I might add, and I loved
it. Your balls were bouncing off my chin like it was a hardwood floor and
they were basketballs," I pointed out, my tongue swirling in his ear.

"I don't know what got into me; I woke up horny like I always do, and
remembering last night turned something on inside me and before I knew
it, my cock was tapping your lips," he explained through soft moans.

"I know what got into me," I whispered, my left hand squeezing his
ready-to-go-again cock before adding, "which is also what Mommy now wants
slamming into her wet cunt. And don't look now, but your Mother has just
gone off duty and your Pet Mommy is back, so you're in charge."

"Oh Mom," he moaned, the dual pleasure of my mouth nibbling on his ear
and my hand stroking his cock distracting him.

"Does my baby want to fuck me?" I asked, gliding my tongue down his neck
and to his nipple.

"Aaaah, Mom," he moaned as I took the nipple in my mouth.

I teasingly nibbled his nipple before asking, "Aaaah, Mom, what?"

I moved to the other nipple and replicated the teasing as he stammered,
"Are y-y-you sure we should keep doing this?"

Looking up at him, my hand stroking his big hard cock faster, I asked, my
lips all pouty and my tone like some talking baby doll, "Does my sonny
not want to fuck-y his Mommy?"

"Oh God, Mom," he moaned, his gentle demeanor shifting again to
aggressive, like a sexual Hulk, as he forcefully shoved me back down on
the bed.

Without another word, he climbed on top of me and slid his cock easily
into my warm oasis.

"Oh son, your cock feels so good inside Mommy," I moaned the instant my
son's cock filled me. For some inexplicable naughty reason, continually
calling him my son and referring to myself as Mommy enhanced my sexual
rush. It seemed that the greater my attention on the taboo, the greater
the thrill.

He muscled hard, deep thrusts into my heat, which had my whole body
striving to match him. "I want to see your breasts, Mommy."

I laughed, as I struggled to pull off the t-shirt I'd worn to bed,
"They're called my boobs, baby. Or Mommy has tits, big tits just for my
darling son."

"Or jugs," he added, cupping both of my voluptuous tits the second they
were available.

"Yes, baby, play with Mommy's jugs," I moaned, another naughty word added
to out sinful litany as he took my left nipple in his mouth. My breathing
increased as my son kept pumping his cock in my cunt while pleasing my
jugs. In only a couple of minutes and way quicker than usual, I could
feel the bubbling rise of my orgasmic tide.

Pulling out and hopping backwards, Michael ordered, "On all fours, Mommy.
Now."

My hunger both to submit and to come taking control of me, I obeyed
without hesitation. I flipped into position, he knee-walked closer behind
me and slipped his cock deep inside my pussy, but then stopped moving. I
pleaded, desperate for release, "Oh God, Michael, fuck Mommy, please,
baby."

"No Mom," he replied, his tone amused, "Fuck yourself on your son's cock."

"Ooooooooh, you diiirty boooooy," I moaned, as happy again, I began
bouncing back on his cock, each time forcing it to fill me completely.

"That's right, fuck yourself, Mommy-slut," he ordered again, slapping my
ass.

His calling me Mommy-slut only enhanced the naughty reality of the taboo
sin I was committing. My backward thrusts onto my son's missile got
faster and harder as I used his cock to get myself off.

"Come, Pet Mommy, come for your new Master," he ordered, understanding my
need to be controlled and used.

"Yeeeeeees, Master," I moaned, "thank you, Master, Mommy is so close."

"Now slut," he ordered, "come now."

"Aaaaaaaah!" I came on command, my every fibre wanting to be obedient.
The orgasm hit me hard and fast, and I collapsed forward.

As I continued to ride out my orgasm, Michael had followed me down to the
bed and returned to pounding me hard, and after a couple more minutes I
felt him come inside me for the second time this morning.

"Fill me with your cum, baby," I moaned, loving the sensations and
emotions of my son exploding inside of me.

Once he was spent, he slipped out and I felt his cum begin leaking out of
my freshly fucked cunt.

"I love you, Mom," he said, still collapsed on the bed on top of me and
reaching beneath me to shove his hands beneath my boobs and pinch my hard
nipples. It hurt, but it was a good pain, even a loving one.

"I love you too, son," I replied, feeling so safe and secure in my son's
embrace.

Michael rolled away and I closed my eyes and faded back into slumber,
feeling contented and warm in a way I hadn't felt in years.

**********


When I reawakened, Michael had gone to school and I reflected on what
we'd done. Many times in my life, the day after has begun with Oh my God,
I can't believe I did that, followed by days of anxiety and guilt.
Surprisingly, after committing a taboo act so contrary to society's
standards, I felt no guilt, no anxiety, just contentment. I still
couldn't believe I'd done that, but this time in a really good way.

The rest of the day was busy with several houses to show, and it was
almost five before I got home.

Michael and Frederick were playing some video game involving killing and
being killed, as usual. Seeing my son through the eyes of a lover made
everything appear different. He was no longer my shy, geeky son, but was
now a sexy, well-equipped stud whom I loved with all my heart and soul.

I loved him as a son.

I loved him as a lover.

I loved him as the sweet but assertive young man he had become.

I loved him as the dominant Master he was capable of transforming himself
into.

I loved him unconditionally, and even after less than one full day, the
line between mother and lover was greying and merging into a murky mix of
complexity.

I left the boys alone and made supper, even as I craved more of the
powerful intimacy of the past twenty-four hours.

I joined the boys briefly to ask, "Is Frederick staying for dinner?"

"If I may, Ms. Lodge," Frederick replied, polite as always.

"Of course, you're always welcome to dinner with us, Frederick," I smiled
while giving Michael a quick meaningful look that hopefully signalled I
was hoping to have him for a digestif after dinner.

During supper, I slipped my heels off and moved my stocking-clad foot
under the table between Michael's legs.

At my first touch, Michael gave a surprised little gasp, followed by a
slight smirk.

I slowly rubbed his cock through his pants throughout dinner, keeping him
distracted, as demonstrated by his lack of completed sentences throughout
the meal.

Dinner done, I cleaned up as the boys returned to their video game. Just
as I was finishing putting the last dish in the dishwasher, Michael
stalked into the kitchen. He paced over to me pantherlike, a devious grin
on his face. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his stiff hot-and-ready
cock and pointed at it. "Get sucking, Mommy."


"But Frederick is in the next room," I protested, surprised by his lack
of caution.

"Was I asking your opinion?" he asked, placing his hands on my shoulders.
Like a good little submissive, I allowed myself to be guided onto my
knees. Thankfully, my kitchen island would block our act of incest if
Frederick happened to walk in unannounced. My cunt was burning with
hunger as I took his cock in my mouth and hungrily bobbed back and forth
on it. I was on a quest to get him off quickly, the fear of getting
caught in an act of incest enhancing the thrill.

He moaned softly as I frantically devoured his cock like a cheap porn
slut. "Fuck Mommy, you're such a great cock sucker."

I moaned on his cock in agreement, as my left hand reached under my dress
to my naked cunt (no panties of course, since my Master had declared them
verboten) and began rubbing myself.

He continued speaking. "I bet if I told you to crawl out there like a
puppy dog and suck Frederick's cock, you'd do it, wouldn't you
Mommy-slut?"

The thought of outing myself like that terrified me, but the thought of
obeying him to such an extreme turned me on even more, so once again I
moaned and nodded my head vigorously in the affirmative as I continued to
suck on his cock furiously.

"Such a fucking slut," he moaned, getting close. "You do know Frederick
wants to fuck you? I know he jerks off thinking about you all the time.
Do you want to fuck my friend, Mommy?"

Another moan, not so much in agreement to the question, but to the
increasing pleasure I was giving myself with my hand, although the news
that I was an eighteen-year-old's stroke fantasy added to the turn-on.

Seconds later my mouth was filled with my son's sticky seed, and I
relished every drop as I worked to suck him dry.

Pulling out his cock, he looked sternly down at me and ordered, "Don't
come, Mommy, I'll finish you later."

He tapped my nose with his cock as I stopped touching myself just seconds
before an orgasm. He wrangled his cock back into his pants and I'd just
stood up when Frederick entered the kitchen. I silently thanked the Fates
that my Master had allowed me to swallow this time instead of giving me a
facial.

"Dude, what's taking so long?" he asked.

"I just had to help mom with a full load," he replied smoothly as he
closed the dishwasher, even though the naughty implication was obvious to
me and had my cheeks turning red.

"Dude, I'm dying on my own," Frederick complained as if the video game
was real life and death.

Adding to the innuendo, the thought of fucking Frederick in my head, I
quipped, "Sorry Frederick, but Michael needs to do his chores, which
include unloading daily."

Michael laughed and Frederick looked confused, wondering what was so
funny.

Soon I was alone with the sweet aftertaste of my son's cum lingering in
my mouth, a constant reminder of my submissive position, and hungry for
more.

I was upstairs on my laptop a couple hours later when Michael came into
my room and asked, "Did Mommy obey me and not come?"

Closing my laptop, I placed it on the nightstand and turned to answer,
"Yes Master, Mommy was a good girl."

"Does she want to be a bad girl?" he asked, moving to the bed.

"I can be whatever my big boy wants me to be," I purred, ready for utter
submission.

He smiled and after a few seconds he replied, "Hold that thought, I have
an idea."

"I just bet you do," I retorted playfully, getting down on all fours.

"Mommy, do you like role playing?" he asked.

"Sure," I smiled, crawling closer to him. "Last night I really enjoyed
playing the horny Mother who becomes a dirty slut for her innocent,
virginal son."

"I liked that one too," he smiled, before adding, "I plan on playing that
scenario over and over and over again. Leaving out the innocent and
virginal bits, of course."

I reached for his concealed weapon and purred, "You'd better not be
teasing Mommy."

He put his finger to my lips. "Shhhh, Mommy. I am teasing you and I'm
about to do it some more. I want you to check your closet and figure out
how best to dress like a teacher with what's there, is that clear?"

I nodded in agreement as his finger remained on my lips.

"Good Mommy," he smiled, adding, "I'll be downstairs setting things up.
Come down when you're ready."

I watched him stride out, impressed by his self-control (I was pretty
much throwing myself at him) and his assertiveness (he was quickly
transitioning into his new role as cock of the house).

I got off the bed and pondered how a teacher would dress. I decided to
dress conservatively on the outside but sexy underneath.

I kept on my black thigh highs, discarded my bra (I'd been allowed to
wear the bra this evening since Frederick was in the house, although
panties had now become a garment of the past 24/7 no matter what) and put
on a pencil skirt and blue blouse. I arranged my hair in a bun to add to
the teacher look before finishing my preparations by removing my contacts
and donning my seldom-worn glasses. Looking in the mirror, I thought I
looked more like a librarian than a teacher, but it should do.

I went downstairs and was surprised that Michael wasn't in the kitchen or
the living room. I called out, "Michael, where are you?"

He called back, "I'm in your classroom, Ms. Lodge."

That must mean my home office, as that was where his voice was coming
from. I went into my office and was surprised to see he'd set up my desk
in a different way and created a mock desk for himself out of a small
table and a chair. My desk even had an apple on it... and a banana,
strangely enough.

Realizing we were already role playing and acting out some naughty
fantasy of my son's, I walked over to my desk and demurely sat on top of
it, legs crossed, the tops of my thigh high stockings just barely
visible. (Okay, kind of demurely.)

I began the role-playing scenario by saying, "Good morning class." That's
what any teacher would say for openers, so it should work.

"Good morning, Ms. Lodge," my lone student replied, staring quite
obviously at my stocking-clad legs.




"So where did we leave off yesterday?" I asked, cuing my son to control
the scenario.

"You were discussing the underlying incestuous plot of Hamlet and his
mother," he smiled.

I replied, trying to remember a play I hadn't read in twenty years, "Well
to continue, there have been many Shakespearian experts who point out
there is plenty of naughty innuendo about an incestuous relationship
between the two."

"Isn't that wrong?" Michael asked.

Dangling my heel from my left foot, I answered, "Well, society tells us
it's wrong."

Michael stood up and asked, "But do you think it is wrong, Ms. Lodge?"

"I'm not one to judge," I answered, being professionally unbiased and
non-committal.

"But in your personal opinion?" Michael pushed, just as my heel fell to
the hardwood floor with a thud.

"Well, throughout history, incest has actually been pretty common,
particularly among royal families such as the Habsburgs," I began
lecturing, opening the door for my smiling student.

He kneeled on the floor and instead of retrieving my heel for me, he took
my stocking-clad foot in his hands.

"Michael, what are you doing?" I asked, feigning displeasure.

"Just giving you a foot massage, Ms. Lodge," he answered as he began
massaging my foot.

I stammered, "I don't think that's very appropriate, young man: I'm your
teacher. If you continued, what would we do if your mother found out, for
instance."

Ignoring my protest, Michael replied obliquely, "Speaking of whom, you
know you look a lot like my Mother, Ms. Lodge."

"Michael, please stop this," I protested.

Instead he said, "Shhhh, Ms. Lodge, I know exactly what my teacher needs."

"Michael, enough," I objected, standing up and huffing, "I am your
teacher."

Michael also stood up and spun me around and unzipped my skirt as he
said, "Yes you are Ms. Lodge, and you're also one hot fucking MILF."

I again feigned taking offense. "Please stop this, Michael," as my skirt
fell to the floor.

"My, my, my, teacher, you aren't even wearing panties. Only sluts go
without panties, Ms. Lodge," he purred, bending me over the desk.

I let out a surprised yelp as I once again protested, trying to sound
adamant, "Michael, stop it this instant!"

"Shut up, Ms. Lodge," he said firmly. "Dressing like a slut all this
time, going without a bra, teasing me with those big tits swaying around
under your blouses, you've obviously wanted this for a long time."

I whimpered as I continued playing the helpless victim even as I felt
something cold penetrating me from behind. "Nooooooo!"

"Your mouth says no, but your wet cunt with the banana in it says yes,
yes, yes," Michael smirked, as he pumped the slippery yellow fruit in and
out of my undeniably wet box.

"Oh God," I moaned, as the orgasm I'd been forced to delay earlier began
to bubble back to the surface.

"You like that, Ms. Lodge?" he asked as he stopped pumping, but with my
pussy still filled with banana.

"Yes... I mean, no," I stammered, caught between the conflicting desires
of continuing to resist in my role of teacher, or just giving in to my
own very real carnal impulses.

He left the banana in my pussy as he strolled around the end of my desk
to the other side and facing me, undid his pants. "Is teacher hungry?" he
asked, releasing his firm cock.

Distracted by my own hunger to come, I moaned, "Famished."

"Beg for my cock, Ms. Lodge," he ordered, holding his cock inches away
from my salivating mouth.

Giving in to my craving and to my submission, I begged, "Please Michael,
let me teach your cock how to come."

"Teach away," he quipped, offering it to me.

I climbed up onto my hands and knees on my desk, the banana still inside
me, as I took his cock into my mouth. Wanting him in my cunt, I teased
him this time, using my mouth like an ocean of pleasure. I swirled my
tongue around his mushroom top, I teased him relentlessly, but not
allowing him any more than a slow build.

A few minutes of this cock-sucking teasing and Michael finally spoke.
"You dress like a tease Ms. Lodge, and you suck cock like a whore. I
think it's obvious that you want your student's cock to fuck your pussy,
don't you Ms. Lodge?"

Looking up to him eagerly, I replied seductively, "Yes, Michael, please
fuck your teacher's cunt. I've wanted you for so long."

He ordered, "Remain in place, Ms. Lodge."

I obeyed, remaining on my hands and knees on the desk and waiting for him
to walk back around the desk and for my craving to be filled.

"Good girl, you're a very obedient teacher, Ms. Lodge," he said, patting
my ass condescendingly. "Ever take a cock in your ass, Ms. Lodge?"

Back into acting mode, in real life he'd plugged my back door just last
night after I'd almost begged him to, I pleaded with false fervour, "No,
Michael, never that! Please shove that big cock in your teacher's cunt
instead."

He chuckled as he rubbed his cockhead at my puckered back door. Even
though I feigned resistance, the anticipation of his cock once more in my
ass was delicious. He slowly pushed forward, penetrating my pucker and I
whimpered, still playing the teacher and not the naughty Mommy-slut who
craved his cock back in my ass, "Oh God, Michael, not there. That's way
too nasty!"

"Your ass is letting me in pretty easily, Ms. Lodge," he pointed out as
he slowly filled my back door.

"You're filling me so fuuuuuull," I whimpered, truthfully this time, as
my being bent over and the banana still in my pussy made the sensation of
his large cock in my ass feel even more intense.

"You like that, Ms. Lodge?" he asked, undoing my bun and grabbing a
fistful of my hair.

"Noooooo," I moaned, the need I felt for him apparent in my moan, saying
the opposite of the actual word.

"You're such a fucking liar, Ms. Lodge," he accused, pulling painfully on
my hair. "You fucking love it, the body doesn't lie."

"Please stop doing this," I protested weakly, as I felt his hips pressing
solidly against me, his cock firmly inside my ass.

"Sure, why not?" he agreed, "I'll just stand here with my cock buried in
your poop chute."

For a long moment he stood there filling my ass with his perfect cock,
all the while reaching around and wiggling the banana in my pussy.
Finally, desperate to be fucked hard like I craved, I... both teacher and
Pet Mommy... gave in and whimpered, "Please."

"Please what, Ms. Lodge?" he asked, still not moving at all.

"Please fuck me," I begged.

"Fuck you where, Ms. Lodge?" he questioned.

Giving in completely, I'm sure like he'd fantasized some teacher doing
many times, I admitted, "My ass, dammit, I need you to fuck your
teacher's tight ass."

"Oooooohhh," he moaned, beginning to pump his cock in and out of me.

My hunger to come had been simmering for so long, it took only a few
strokes before I was pleading, "Harder Michael, please fuck my ass
harder."

He obliged, and as his thrusts slammed into me, I held onto the corners
of my desk for support. "Oh God, yes, fuck my ass, you big-dicked stud,"
I moaned, encouraging him to increase his forceful aggression.

"You like that, teach? You like your student's cock in your ass?" he
demanded, his tone dripping with smugness.

"Oh yes, Michael, make teacher your slut, make me your ass-slut," I
confirmed, my orgasm on the rise.

"I'm going to fuck you every day after class, Ms. Lodge," he said,
continuing to slam into me from behind.

"I'm all yours, Michael," I whimpered, before adding, "I'm going to come
soon, please tell me that's ok."

"Are you going to come from getting your ass fucked on your desk, Ms.
Lodge?" he tormented my teacher character, I'm sure loving the idea of
humiliating one of his real teachers.

"Yes, your cock fits so perfectly in my ass, baby," I complimented,
seconds away from utopia.

"Then come, Ms. Lodge, come like the slutty teacher you are," he
demanded, as he yanked back on my hair, pulling my head back.

Almost instantly my orgasm shivered, quaked and exploded through me and I
screamed, "Ooooooooooh Michael, I'm coooooooooming."

He grunted seconds later, "Me too," as my juices flooded out of me with
such force the makeshift banana cock was propelled out of me and onto the
floor as my son's cum filled my ass.

Exhausted himself, he collapsed onto my back and held onto me as I
continued to tremble from the pleasure he'd just given me.

He finally pulled out of my ass and turned me around. I smiled, "And, my
dear boy, who were you really pretending to fuck while you fucked your
Mommy's ass?"

He blushed, just like he had when his confidence had faded last night
right after he'd come in me for the first time and then felt guilty. "No
one," he whispered.

"Tell Mommy, is there a teacher you want to fuck?"

"Maybe," he admitted, not making eye contact.

"Michael, I raised you to look a woman in the eye when you're talking to
her," I said, back in Mother mode.

"S-s-sorry," he apologized, looking into my eyes.

"Don't be sorry son, be strong. I need a strong man to be in control, and
not just in the bedroom, but in my life," I explained, before adding, but
first kissing him softly, "You are that man. Besides, you should know by
now I won't judge you."

"Ok," he said, kissing me back with more force.

Breaking the kiss, I asked, "So is there a teacher you want to fuck?"

"Yes," he admitted, "Ms. Hughes."

"Your English teacher," I smiled, before adding, "That explains a lot."

He shrugged, "It's just an unreachable fantasy."

"So was fucking your Mother before last night," I pointed out.

He laughed, "That's true."

"And what is less likely, plugging your Mother's ass in her office, or
getting your pretty young teacher onto all fours?" I asked, making it
more simple than it was. Last night, I'd been the one putting the moves
on him, at least at first.

"Well, when you put it that way," he smiled.

"I'm not saying you should throw her over her desk like a savage caveman,
but nothing is impossible," I pointed out, lowering myself back onto my
knees.

Looking down at me, my son asked, "So you think getting into Ms. Hughes'
panties might be possible?"

I shrugged, "Maybe, especially if she learns how big her smartest student
is."

"Mmmmmmm," he moaned as I took his cock back in my mouth, cleaning it off
with my saliva, hoping for another good fucking fairly soon.

**********

Michael became insatiable. After the first couple days of taboo
mother-son sex, he couldn't get enough of me. He continued sleeping in
bed with me, and he could never get enough Mommy loving. It was like a
child getting full access to a candy store, but this candy was his Mommy.

Over the next couple of weeks Michael and I played many different
role-playing games. I was a nurse reviving a patient; I was a police
officer interrogating a suspect; I was a queen disciplining a peasant.
They were all fun, and they greatly expanded our repertoire of sexual
positions.

Michael surprised me in early May with a naughty twist to our already
kinky Submissive-Dom relationship. By now Michael had comfortably fit
into the role of Dom and no longer had bouts of guilt, although he was
still insecure at school with girls his own age, and he hadn't attempted
anything at all towards wooing his cute teacher. In our house it was
clear he was the man and I was the slut. Well, almost always: sometimes I
had to step up to the plate and be his Mother.

I'd come home from work exhausted from four straight showings. Michael
and Frederick were in their usual spots, playing video games.

Michael called out, "Mom, can you get Frederick and me a couple of cokes?"

"Sure, honey," I replied, knowing full well Michael's intent. Last night
after depositing a load of his salty seed down my throat, he'd suggested
that I tease Frederick the next time he was over.

I took a moment to remove my bra and stuff it in a drawer, undid a couple
of extra buttons, grabbed a couple of glasses, poured some coke into
each, added some ice and sauntered out like their maid.

After handing Michael his drink without any fanfare, I sauntered over to
Frederick and bent down, allowing him a very generous
up-close-and-personal look into my ample cleavage. He wouldn't be able to
say he'd seen my bra this time, I was fairly sure he could see my nipples.

Lingering there way longer than necessary, I asked, my voice all flirty,
"Can I get you anything else, Frederick?"

He stammered, "N-n-no."

"That's too bad," I purred, placing my hands on his legs very near his
crotch to push myself up. From start to finish, his eyes hadn't wandered
for an instant from my cleavage. Or at least I think it was cleavage: if
your blouse gapes open enough that a guy can pretty much see your entire
boobs, is it still called cleavage?

I returned to the kitchen, a big smile on my face and a tingle down below
from my naughty flirtation.

A couple minutes later, I decided to tease Frederick some more.

I returned to the living room and lifted my heel with a buckle strap onto
the couch. "Michael baby, could you unbuckle Mommy's shoe?"

He smiled knowingly, "Sure, Mom."

As he took his time unbuckling the strap of my heel, I positioned myself
so the tops of my stockings were clearly visible to the young Frederick.

Just as Michael got my shoe unbuckled, I sighed dramatically, "Damn
stockings, this garter-belt doesn't hold them up at all." I kept my foot
on the couch directly in front of Frederick, who was almost drooling at
the sight, and adjusted my stocking.

I slipped my shoe off and offered my son my other foot as I said, winking
at Frederick playfully, "The things woman have to wear to please men."

Once Michael had unbuckled my second shoe, I asked, again with a tone of
soft playful banter, "Can I get you two studs anything else?"

"No, we're fine," Michael replied, a devious smirk on his face and a
confident look in his eyes as he glanced at his rattled friend.

I returned to the kitchen and was just beginning supper when Michael came
into the kitchen.

He arrived behind me, reached under my skirt and slid a finger inside my
wet pussy. "Did you like teasing my friend?"

I shrugged and turned it back on him asking playfully, but not meaning
it, "Why? Does my big boy want me to fuck his friend?"

"Maybe I do. Would my slut Mommy like to take another virgin's cherry?"
he asked, turning it back on me again.

At the time I thought we were just sharing some harmless playful banter,
so I answered, "I'd fuck his brains out."

He yanked his finger out of me and my skirt fell back into place just as
Frederick walked into the kitchen.

Michael said, "Thanks Mom, we'll make sure that happens."

"What happens?" a clueless Frederick asked.

Michael informed both of us. "We're going to have our own prom."

"We are?" Frederick asked, surprised by the suggestion.

"Yes, we are," Michael repeated, before revealing his plan. "You and I
will go out for supper at Welton's and then come back here for a marathon
evening of Call of Duty."

"That's brilliant," Frederick said.

Welton's is a five-star, two-hour meal type of place, and hard to get
reservations, but I knew the owner personally, having sold her two
houses. I pointed out, "If you're going to have your own prom, we'll need
to rent you guys a couple of tuxes."

"It's done, then," Michael said with finality. "We'll create our own
prom."

"Rad," Frederick agreed excitedly.

"And Mom will chauffeur us around, won't you Mom?" he asked.

"Of course, son," I replied, obediently, "it'll be fun to see you studs
dressed so sexy. I can be the lucky gal dating you two studs at your own
prom."

Frederick's face went red at that, and I pushed it even a shade further
when I added, walking over to a bewildered Frederick, "Plus? There's
something so sexy about a handsome boy in a tux: that really gets me
revved up."

I winked saucily at Frederick and disappeared upstairs, leaving Frederick
with a pretty impressive tent in his trousers.

**********


That night as Michael fucked me in the ass, his favorite before-bedtime
activity, he asked, as my increasing moans of ecstasy told him my orgasm
was on the rise, "Will Mommy obey every order I give her?"

I moaned without hesitation, loving to do whatever my son ordered me to
do, "Oh God yes, I'm yours to do with as you please."

His strong hands grabbed my hips and held me in place, his perfect cock
deep in my ass. "You will do whatever I say?" he asked again.

"Fuck Michael, yes, whatever you want, always," I replied, frustrated at
being denied the hard fucking I was craving.

As he began fucking me again, Michael asked, "We were kind of kidding
around in the kitchen tonight, but now I'm asking you a serious question:
would you like to take Frederick's virginity?"

I moaned, his cock feeling so good pumping in and out of my ass, "Is that
what my big boy wants? Does he want his Pet Mommy to fuck his friend?"

"Now that you ask, that's exactly what I want you to do," my son informed
me, his tone not nearly as playful as mine.

I looked him in the eye the best I could, since I was on all fours and
his hands were firmly on my hips as he continued fucking my back door.
"Are you actually serious, Michael?"

"Deadly," he smiled, revealing his plan to me. "We're going to have our
own prom, which will include what usually happens on prom night."

"Dancing?" I quipped, trying to be funny.

"Nope. Fucking," Michael countered, smacking my ass.

"You've put some thought into this already," I smiled, the naughty ideas
in my son's dirty mind both exciting me and scaring me.

"You ever been double penetrated, Mommy?" he asked, as casual as if he
were asking if I'd ever been to Europe.

He slammed into my ass and remained there, his big cock lodged deep in my
ass. I moaned, "No, that would be a first for me."

"Ever fantasized about it?" he questioned.

"Of course, baby," I replied, wiggling my ass, trying to entice him back
into fucking me.

"You'll obey whatever I order you to do, Mommy-slut?" he asked again as
he gave me one quick, hard, in and out.

"Fuuuuck, yes," I screamed, adding, "I will fuck Frederick, baby, if
that's what you want."

"Good slut," Michael said before returning to pounding me from behind.

By now the idea of becoming a slut for my son's best friend was getting
me really excited. I moaned, "Oh yes, baby, please let Mommy be a slut
for Frederick."

"You may come now, Mommy," he grunted as I felt his sticky seed explode
in my ass.

I obeyed, letting the rising tide flood over me, the sexy thought of
being a virgin taker for the second time washing through my mind.

Pulling out, his white spunk leaking out of my well-fucked ass, he
collapsed onto the bed beside me and looked me in the eye. "I'm serious,
I want you to let Frederick fuck you."

"I understand and I agree," I acknowledged weakly as I gradually
recovered from my orgasm. "Do you want him to learn you're a
Mother-fucker?"

"I don't know yet, but I think so. It's a fucking amazing secret, and I'm
dying to tell someone," he said, my shy nerdy Michael surfacing again.

"I do have a career to protect," I pointed out. "And you wouldn't want it
to get around your school."

"I know," Michael said, contemplating my words.

After a couple minutes of silence, Michael promised, "I've got it
covered, Mommy."

He wrapped his arms around me and even though the thought of the truth
coming out scared me, I trusted him unconditionally.

**********

Prom was May 14th and as Michael had promised, he'd come up with a plan.
I was just finishing smoothing on my mocha thigh highs, when Michael came
into our bedroom dressed in a tux, looking hot as Hell, the spitting
image of his father. Although I'd always thought my son was handsome, the
tux moved him to a different level. He was downright sexy. He came up
behind me, squeezed my ass possessively and said confidently, "So... I've
decided what I'll expect from you tonight, Mommy."




I turned around in just my bra and thigh highs and asked, my hand
reaching for his cock, "And what would that be, sexy?"

"At the restaurant, I want you to flirt excessively with Frederick under
the table," he replied.

"Hmmmmm," I said.

He smiled, putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding me down to my
very regular submissive position.

Without instructions, I retrieved his cock from his trousers and stroked
him gently. "You're such a very naughty boy to whore your Mother out like
this," I teased, before asking, "May I have an appetizer to get me in the
mood?"

"Of course," he smirked, as I opened my mouth and took his cock in my
mouth.

Knowing time was of the essence before we'd have to leave, I bobbed back
and forth hungrily, eager to taste his addictive seed. As I sucked his
cock like a dirty slut, Michael continued explaining his plans for me.
"Then I want you to give Frederick a hand job."

I stopped sucking and took my son's eight inches of meat out of my mouth
and asked, "Really? At the restaurant?"

"Yes," he said, adding, "Until he comes."

"How am I supposed to make that happen?" I asked, unable to fathom how I
could accomplish such a daring task with such a shy boy.

"That's for you to figure out, Mommy-slut," Michael smirked, "now get
back to work."

Over the past two weeks, Michael had become more dominant and his
expectations of me had steadily increased. The line between son and Dom
no longer fazed him, and his treatment of me had become bolder.
Acknowledging my role in this power shift and pleased by it, I didn't
argue but simply replied, "Yes, Master," and took his cock back in my
mouth.

As I went for the kill, Michael continued, "Lastly, I trust Frederick and
I know he can keep our dirty little secret. So not only will you take
Frederick's virginity, but tonight you'll also receive your first double
penetration."

The thought of Frederick's knowing scared me, yet the thought of my
giving Michael unconditional control over me was exhilarating. I
continued my furious assault on his cock and was rewarded with a load of
my son's sweet seed, plus getting double penetrated had always been a
fantasy of mine, one that Michael now was obsessed with ever since our
earlier conversations on the subject.

Once I'd swallowed every last drop, I allowed his cock to slip out of my
mouth and asked from my submissive position, "You're absolutely certain
you can trust Frederick?"

"Do you trust me?" Michael asked, as he tucked his cock away for the time
being.

"Of course, with all my heart and soul; you own me, Michael," I replied,
meaning every word.

"Then trust me in this," he smiled, helping me to my feet. "I love you
and I won't ever do anything to hurt you."

He kissed me passionately, like two lovers would do. It was soft and
tender yet contained the fierce passion of a young couple in love.

Twenty-five minutes later we all arrived at the restaurant. It was
obvious that Frederick was obsessed with my very generous display of
cleavage as he continually took quick glances, which he thought were sly
and discreet but were anything but. We were seated, and I surprised
Frederick when I told him to "Slide over, good looking," and sat beside
him instead of the obvious choice, my son.

"Kkkkk," he said, his face flushing both at my compliment and my hand on
his leg as I sat down, pretending to use it for balance.

"Thanks, sweetie," I smiled, sitting down and giving his leg a friendly
squeeze before removing my hand.

"N-n-no problem," he stammered, adorably flustered.

I ordered a bottle of wine; yes, they were underage, but when you know
the owner, such trivialities can be overlooked. I was hoping the wine
would help, both by providing an excuse for what was about to happen, and
also to relax me a bit, as the task at hand was still a bit
nerve-wracking.

Once we'd ordered our meals, I made a toast, "To the best prom ever."

The boys concurred and after clinking glasses, they each drank their wine
and each made that first time tasting red wine face, and then tried to
hide it... all of which was hilarious.

As we ate our salads a few minutes later, our first glasses of wine
almost done, I placed my hand on Frederick's leg again, this time keeping
it there. His eyes went big as he tried to process what I was doing.
Michael smiled knowingly.

I chatted with my son casually as my hand slowly crept towards his best
friend's cock. I was worried Frederick would pass out, as he was holding
his breath.

Amused by Frederick's bewilderment, I boldly placed my hand directly onto
his fully erect, and impressively sized, cock. He let out a gasp.

Michael asked, "You ok, Frederick?"

"Y-y-yes, f-f-fine," Frederick stammered as my hand continued resting on
his cock.

Entertaining myself, I added, the innuendo obvious to us all, "So
Frederick, what's up?"

"W-w-what?" he stammered, as I began rubbing his cock through his pants.

The waiter arrived with our main course, not ending poor Frederick's
focused attention, since my motionless hand still lingered there, a
constant tease.

Once our meals were placed before us, I gave Frederick one final squeeze
before returning my hand to the table. We ate mostly in silence, each of
us thinking different, yet similar thoughts.

I gave Michael a nod as we finished eating our dinners and accepting my
cue he said, "I need to go to the washroom."

Seconds after my son was gone, I went to work. I returned my hand to
Frederick's cock and after giving it a firm squeeze, I unzipped his
pants. "Frederick dear, is it ok if I get some dessert from you?"

"M-M-Ms. Lodge?" he stammered again, overwhelmed by my suggestion.

"Yes?" I smiled, fishing out his fully erect cock from his trousers,
which were still fastened at the top.

"W-w-what are y-y-you doing, Ms. L-L-Lodge?" Frederick stuttered, looking
around, probably for some morality squad to show up and begin condemning
us in loud voices.

Sitting in the back of the restaurant like we were, no one could see my
hand stroking his cock. "Just whipping up some dessert, baby," I purred.

"Oh God," he moaned, watching me with frozen delight.

"Do you find me sexy, Frederick?" I asked, demurely.

"S-s-sexy? Y-y-you? Y-y-yes," he moaned.

"Would you like me to suck your cock later on, baby?" I purred as I
continued stroking his cock.

"W-w-what?" he gasped at my shocking question.

Ignoring his rhetorical question, I continued, "Or would you rather fuck
me?"

"Aaaaah," he groaned a moment later and I felt his warm liquid coating my
hand as I continued pumping his throbbing cock.

"Hmmmm, I'll take that nice warm rainfall as a yes, baby," I smiled, as I
released his cock and brought my hand to my mouth. He watched in stunned
silence as I licked all his cum up and swallowed it. "Hmmmm, delicious, I
think I may need a bedtime snack later tonight. You do provide refills,
don't you?"

"I-I-I," he babbled.

Becoming the slut my son wanted me to be, I went even further than he'd
instructed as I said, "Ohhhh, I missed some." I bent down below the
tabletop and swallowed Frederick's big cock in one quick deep throat
before just as quickly sitting back up. "Fuck, baby, you must have to
beat the girls off with a stick with such a sweet cock."

Before he could reply, Michael returned to the table and asked, seeing my
devious smile, "Did I miss anything?"

"Oh, no," I purred, "I was just getting to know your best friend a bit
better." I glanced down and saw Frederick awkwardly putting his cock away.

"Really?" Michael said, "What did you learn?"

"That's my delicious little secret," I quipped, at which Frederick gasped.

Frederick stammered, "I-I-I have to go the washroom."

I stood up in the aisle so he could slide out of the booth, giving his
ass a sly squeeze as he lurched past me.

He let out another gasp and was gone, and I burst out laughing.

"Obviously you completed task one," Michael deduced.

Still laughing, I reported, "The looks on his face were well worth the
price of admission."

"I bet they were," my son smiled before adding, "By the way, I think you
have a little leftover dessert on your chin."

Moving my hand to my chin, I felt a bit of overlooked Frederick goo,
which got me laughing again as I retrieved the final remaining evidence
and sucked it into my mouth.

When Frederick returned, Michael and I immediately stood up and I said,
my innuendo playful and full of promise, "Well my virile prom dates,
let's go home and share some yummy dessert."

We drove home, and the boys chatted randomly as I contemplated the
upcoming DP my son was planning for me. Mostly I was excited, the thought
of two cocks filling me simultaneously was a fantasy of mine (although
not one I'd ever anticipated becoming a reality), yet I still worried
that allowing another person to learn of my intimate relationship with my
son was risky.

I pulled into the driveway and my son quipped, "Let's go continue our
very special prom."

Frederick joked, "You make it sound like some made for TV after school
special."

"Well, it will be special," I added, my tone dripping with sexual
innuendo.

"Promises, promises," Michael quipped.

As I opened my car door, I winked subtly to Frederick, "It's already been
a special night, hasn't it, Frederick?"

Frederick's face again went tomato-coloured as he stammered, "Y-y-yes,
Ms. Lodge."

While we waited for Michael to unlock the door, I sidled up to Frederick
and whispered, "Frederick, please call me Betty now, especially after all
we've shared together." I slyly squeezed his cock briefly before entering
the house.

Frederick stood paralyzed as Michael opened the front door for me like a
proper gentleman.

Once we were in the house, I went into the kitchen and poured three
glasses of wine as Frederick, still stunned, joined Michael and me. I
walked over to the bewildered horny teenager and handed him a drink.
Grabbing mine, as Michael grabbed his, I proposed, "A toast... to a prom
to remember."

We all clinked, and Frederick drank almost his entire glass in a single
swallow.

I asked, "So what are you two sexy studs going to do now?"

"Probably play some Call of Duty like we planned," Michael shrugged.

"Well, go play while I fix you two sexy studs some snacks," I suggested.

The boys left, and I made a big plate of appetizers as the set-up
continued. I joined the boys in the living room and like I had before, I
made sure to bend directly in front of Frederick so he could take a good
long look into my cleavage. Not braless this time, I was saving some
things for later.

"Shit Frederick, what are you doing?" Michael asked, even though he knew
exactly what his friend was doing, staring at his mother's tits.

"W-w-what?" Frederick stammered, turning back to the game to see that
he'd just been killed.

"Sorry, sexy," I shrugged, and asked, "But since you're dead, could you
be a dear and unbuckle my shoes? My feet are killing me."

"S-s-sure," the adorable boy, so out of his league, stammered, as I
rested my foot on the coffee table.

"Mom, move your ass, it's in my way," Michael complained.

I turned, wiggled it in his face and quipped, "Is this better?"

Michael surprised Frederick with some audacity for the first time as he
smiled, "Actually Mommy, that's much better."

Meanwhile, Frederick had moved his hands, shaking noticeably, to my shoe
and was awkwardly unbuckling it. Once he was done, I switched feet and he
removed my other shoe. Both shoes off, I stood up, stretched towards the
ceiling like that other evening, allowing my breasts once again to become
the focus of attention before saying, "Thanks darling, I owe you one."

I collapsed on the couch beside the stunned teen and watched the two
resume their game. I positioned myself so my feet were on the coffee
table and stretched out so my dress rode up enough to show the tops of my
stockings and a bit of skin.

Frederick continued taking quick glances at my legs as he attempted to
focus on the game.

Finally, I complained, "Guys, this is boring. It's time to make this more
like a proper prom."

Frederick asked, still unable to pry his eyes away from my legs. "How?"

Standing up, I announced, "We should dance."

"I don't dance," both boys said in unison.

I went to the stereo, put on a sappy ballad, then returned and grabbed
Frederick's hands and pulled him up. I smiled, "Every boy should get at
least one prom night slow dance with a hot girl," I said, before fishing,
"Unless you studs don't think I'm hot?"

Frederick looked to Michael for help, but Michael just chuckled
teasingly, "Go ahead, tell my Mom what you say about her when she isn't
around."

Frederick's face went red.

I asked playfully, "What do you say, Freddy?"

Michael, setting up the alone time I needed to finish the easiest
seduction ever, acted all concerned all of a sudden, "Oh crap, I left my
wallet at the restaurant."

"You did?" I asked, turning towards him, my ass slyly brushing against
the protrusion in Frederick's pants.

"Yes, I remember setting it down on the table before we left, and I don't
have it now," he lied.

"Well, you'd better go back and get it," I suggested.

"Sorry Frederick, will you be alright till I get back?" Michael asked.

I answered for him, my ass moving back to make firm contact with
Frederick to signal my intentions. "Don't worry Michael, I'll take very
good care of your friend."

"You do that," Michael replied, Frederick oblivious to the full breadth
of our plan.

Michael left and I turned around and smiled, "Now... where were we? Oh
yes, your slow dance."

I pulled the befuddled teenager into me, his face literally inches away
from my big breasts as we danced, if you could call it that.

A couple minutes of slow close dancing and I leaned into his ear and
asked, "Are you a virgin, Frederick?"

He stammered, "Y-y-yes m-m-ma'am."

I bit his ear playfully. "It's Betty, sexy. Remember?"

"S-s-sorry, Betty," he babbled, his face again as red as red can be.

"So what do you say about me to my son that you'd rather I didn't hear?"
I asked, my free hand squeezing his ass.

"N-n-nothing," he again stammered.

"Tell Betty," I purred, "Maybe I can make your fantasy into a reality."

"Ummm... I said you were hot... and that..." he began, then blurted out
in a rush, "... that I wished I could f-f-fuck you."

"You'd like to fuck me?" I asked delightedly as if this were news, my
hand going directly to his front bulge, "with this?"

"Yeeeeess," he whimpered the moment I touched him.

"Well, I think proms should end with everyone having sex, shouldn't
they?" I asked.

"In the movies they do," Frederick agreed.

"Well then, shall we make our own movie version of tonight's prom?" I
asked, dropping to my knees and fishing his cock out of his trousers.

"Oh God," the adorable teen gasped, as my hand wrapped around his
nine-inch hard cock, even longer than my son's impressive fuck stick.

"Oh God indeed, I plan to worship this delicious cock, baby," I teased,
my tongue flicking his cock head.

"Ms. Lodge," he whimpered.

"No, you need to call me slut," I purred back.

"W-w-what?" he gasped, not able to process the extremities of what was
happening to him.

"Tonight, I am yours Freddy, and I want you to use me as you've
fantasized doing all those times you were checking out my legs, tits and
ass. You've even fantasized about me while you jerked off, haven't you,
big boy?" I asked, taking all of his cock in my mouth and then slowly
pulling back until his lollipop top popped out of my mouth.

"Aaaaaaah, yes, erm, Betty... umm, slut?... I fantasize about you all the
time," he admitted.

"What do you imagine?" I asked, swirling my tongue around his mushroom
top.

"Well... feeling your legs in pantyhose," he offered.

One quick deep throat. "Actually, I wore stockings tonight so you'd have
easier access to my wet cunt."

"Shiiiiit," he whimpered, not used to hearing such words from a friend's
mother.

"What else do you imagine, baby?" I questioned, licking all the way down
his solid shaft.

"Your tits," he groaned, "I've always wanted to see them."

Licking my tongue back up to the tip of his prick, I then stood up,
turned around and asked, "Whatever you wish. Will you please unzip me,
baby?"

I felt his hands trembling as he awkwardly unzipped me. Once it was free,
I allowed my dress to cascade harmlessly to the floor.

Turning around I smiled, and silently reached my hands behind my back to
unclasp my bra. His eyes were like the ones in those Roger Rabbit
cartoons, bugged out, and his open mouth was watering like the big bad
wolf's. I allowed my bra to hit the floor as well. My firm breasts were
now right in the face of the virgin teenager. He was so captivated by
them that I thought it could be a long time before he'd even notice my
naked snatch. Smiling coyly, I asked, "So sexy, do you think seeing them
is enough for you, or would you like to touch them?"

His eyes never left my breasts as he asked, like a kid at a candy store
longing for a treat he's never been allowed, "May I?"

"On two conditions," I said.

"Anything," he said in a trance.

"First, you have to suck both of my nipples, they're dying for attention."

"Ooooookay," he said, his thin propriety line being all that was
remaining between him and doing whatever he wanted with me right now.

"And second," I said, cupping my breasts towards his mouth, "you have to
promise to fuck me like a dirty slut."

"Kkkk," he agreed, I doubt really comprehending my words as I offered him
my left nipple. But he did manage to open his mouth and take it between
his lips.

"Hmmmmm," I moaned, my voice over the top with sexy ups and downs, "Mommy
likes."

He licked and sucked and explored like the virgin he was. What he lacked
in experience, he made up for with his eagerness to please. He moved to
my other breast and replicated the concentrated attention.

Finally I said, "So Frederick, I'm your prom slut tonight. What do you
want to do to me?"

The shift from shy to stud seemed to have shifted sometime while he was
making love to my breasts as he said, apparently having processed my
earlier condition, "On your knees, slut."

I smiled and said while obeying his order, "I love a man who knows what
he wants."

"Then I want you to suck my cock," he ordered, holding it out for me.

"Hmmmm, yes Master," I said, now giving him all the power possible before
taking his cock in my mouth.

Unlike my teasing of before, this time I sucked him like the expert cock
sucker that I am. I bobbed back and forth, taking his entire cock in my
mouth while sucking it like a porn star on a deadline. I wanted him to
come in my mouth, I wanted to be his first everything. I'd already given
him his first hand job, and I hoped before the night was through to take
his virginity and maybe even take him in my ass.

"Oh shit," he groaned, only a few bobs into my royal cock sucking
treatment, and I already felt his load of cum spraying down my throat. I
didn't slow down until long after every sweet speck of his seed had been
deposited in me.

Finally removing his cock from my mouth, I asked, "Think you can go
again, stud?"

"Um-I..." I stammered.

I took his cock back into my mouth for a quick couple of bobs, before
asking, looking demure, "Will you fuck me, sexy?"

"Bend over, slut," he ordered arrogantly, surprising me. A welcome
surprise, of course.

I climbed onto the couch and got on my knees, "Like this?" I asked.

He moved behind me and was about to slip his cock inside me when
Michael's loud voice spoke up as if from nowhere. "What's going on here?"

Frederick jumped back and stammered, "U-u-um, I..."

"Frederick was about to fuck me, Master," I replied.

Frederick stared at me, struggling to comprehend my words.




"Get over here, slut," Michael demanded.

I obediently slid off the couch and crawled over to my son as Frederick
watched, bewildered.

"How dare you start without me, Mommy-slave?" Michael berated me, pulling
his pants down.

No instructions were needed as I pulled my son's semi-hard cock out of
his Saxx underwear (I'd upgraded him since our first night) and took it
into my mouth.

Frederick gasped.

Michael explained, while his cock grew in my mouth, "My Mom is my slut,
Frederick. I am her Master and she is my personal fuck toy, my sex slave."

"But that's incest," Frederick objected.

"Sex is sex Frederick, and there's nothing better than my Mom's beautiful
lips wrapped around my cock," Michael explained, before adding, "Well,
other than maybe my cock in her cunt or her ass."

"You have sex with your Mom?"

"Every day I fuck one, two or all three of her holes, don't I Mommy?"

"Yes, Master, my entire body is yours to use whenever you want" I
declared, and added, looking back to Frederick, "and with whomever you
want."

Michael asked Frederick, as I returned to sucking my son's delicious
cock, "You can keep this a secret, right?"

"I can't believe it," I heard Frederick say.

"That's not an answer," Michael said, before adding, "Mommy here wants to
be double penetrated, and I thought you would be the perfect choice to
help us make that happen. Plus, if you can keep our secret, you can have
my Mom however you want and whenever you want."

"Seriously?" Frederick asked.

"Am I serious, Mother?"

Taking Michael's beautiful cock out of my mouth, I stood up and sauntered
seductively, nakedly displaying all my charms, to the stunned Frederick.
I said demurely, "Frederick, if you can keep our itty-bitty sinful
secret, you can shoot your cum in my mouth whenever you want, you can
fuck my cunt whenever you want, and you can bury that sweet cock of yours
in my ass whenever you want. You can do lots of other things too, we'll
just have to think of them."

"Fuck him now, Mother," Michael ordered.

I pushed Frederick onto the couch and straddled him. Lowering my cunt
within an inch of his erect cock I asked, "So sweetie, do you think you
can keep all this a secret?"

"God, yeeees," he moaned, an instant before my pussy swallowed his cock.

"You can't tell anyone at all," I reminded him, his cock now fully inside
me.

"I swear," he whimpered.

"Not ever, baby," I purred.

"Kkkk," he barely got out.

"I ground my hips on his cock and added, "Good, because I'll do
absolutely anything to make you happy enough to keep this secret no
matter what." I leaned in and kissed him while I started slowly riding
his cock.

For a couple minutes we kissed while I rode him, gradually going faster
and faster.

As expected, Michael joined us. I felt his hands on my hips and he
ordered, "Hold still, Mommy, it's time for your first double penetration."

"Yes, Master," I agreed, breaking my kiss with Frederick.

Michael's cock slowly filled my ass and I whimpered, the sensations of a
cock in my ass feeling so different when another one was already in my
cunt.

Frederick watched in voyeuristic awe as his best friend sodomized his
mother.

Michael explained, as his cock filled my ass, "Frederick, it's a long
crazy story, but Mom has become my unconditional slut, my very own sex
pet, as obedient as any loyal puppy; isn't that right, Mommy?"

I barked in agreement.

"But how?" Frederick asked, still bewildered.

"I'll tell you the whole story later, but for now let's concentrate on
making this the best prom ever," Michael said.

"Already there," Frederick smiled, finally beginning to get comfortable
with the bizarreness.

"Ride us, Mommy," my son, my Master, ordered.

I obeyed eagerly, although I was stymied by how awkward it was to move
with two cocks buried in me. I moved slowly, experimentally, trying to
find a motion that worked, but after a couple minutes of constant
awkwardness Michael suggested, "Maybe we should fuck you instead, Mommy."

"God, yes," I agreed, totally frustrated from all this stop and go, which
also had my orgasm on hold, not building, instead it just being an
infuriating constant tease.

"Hold still, Mother," Michael ordered.

I obeyed.

"You ready to really fuck my Mom, Frederick?" Michael asked, I assume
with a big grin on his face.

"Fuck, yes," a growingly confident Frederick groaned.

"Buck your ass up Frederick, as I slam forward... on three, ok?" Michael
instructed.

"Yep."

"One, two, three," Michael counted as they thrust into me, my breasts
crashing into Frederick's face as I screamed, the double deepness
bringing intense pleasure, "Yes, Fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeee, boooooooys."

And in perfect unison I rose and fell helplessly as my son and his best
friend double penetrated me. When they both thrust deep into me, I felt
so filled up that it almost felt like their cocks were touching. Each
deep thrust had me making sounds I'd never heard escape me before.

After only a few deep thrusts, my orgasm, which had been simmering in no
cum land forever, began rising quickly. "Don't stop," I whimpered as my
orgasm continued its rise to eruption.

"Is Mommy close?" Michael asked.

"Yes, Master, your sluuuuuuut is sooo close," I answered, as another
double thrust riddled my sexual senses.

After a few minutes of hardcore double pleasure, my breathing was getting
erratic and Michael knew I was close. He softly instructed, "I want you
to come for us, my pet."

Frederick added, surprising me as he barked like a drill sergeant, "Come
now slut, come for your Masters."

"Yes! Harder!" I screamed, knowing the breakers were about to crash over
me.

Both boys added something extra to their pummeling as Frederick bucked up
into me reaching new unexplored depths, as Michael slammed into me, and
as my tits crashed over and over into Frederick's face, my orgasm hit,
one unlike any I'd ever felt before. "Fuuuuuuck, you mother fuckers, your
sluuuuut is coming!"

Both of them continued their hardcore double penetration as my orgasm
cascaded through me like a waterfall, washing through me, carrying me to
a state of euphoria.

Watching me come was too much for the no-longer-virgin Frederick who
grunted, "I'm coming too," and I felt my pussy walls sprayed with cum.

My son pulled out of my ass, walked around the couch and shoved his cock
in my mouth. He face fucked me, his balls bouncing off my chin as he used
my mouth as his cum bank. I desperately tried to control my gag reflex as
he slammed into my mouth, and I was thankful when his grunt and spray
soon followed. He slowed down immediately after shooting, allowing me to
savour the taste of his cum before swallowing it down.

Pulling out of my mouth, he asked Frederick, who was being suffocated by
my tits, "Was fucking my Mom as good as you imagined?"

I leaned back so Frederick could breathe and talk.

"God yes, but it seems like a dream," Frederick gasped, bewilderment
still on his face.

I smiled, "Well then keep dreaming, baby, I want you in my ass before
this prom is done."

"You can't be serious?" an exhausted Frederick replied.

Michael laughed, "That's why I had to get you involved. Mom can go all
night and again in the morning and again the next evening: it's a vicious
exhausting circle."

"You poor baby," I quipped, grabbing his still hard cock. "You sexy
fuckers are young and virile, and thank God you have quick recovery time."

Michael agreed, "Well, let's take a few minutes to recover, grab some
wine, and maybe some whipped cream and strawberries before going another
round."

"You have ten minutes, and then I want you boys reloaded," I demanded,
standing up to stretch my legs, cum leaking down my leg. "Fuck Frederick,
you came buckets."

"Years of solo practice," he shrugged.

"Well, now you've joined the big leagues," I quipped.

Suddenly the phone rang. I walked, naked except for my thigh highs, to
the phone and answered it. "Oh hi, Crystal."

Michael smiled at an earlier promise of mine to seduce my daughter, his
sister. So far I'd been able to avoid doing it because Crystal lived
three hours away, on the other coast. Michael whispered to Frederick, who
nodded in agreement and walked over to begin licking my cunt while I
spoke with my daughter.

"Yes, dear, I'll pick you up at the airport. What time does your flight
arrive, which airline and what's the flight number?"

She gave me the details while Frederick eagerly licked my wet pussy,
making it hard to concentrate, and even harder when I realized with a
barely suppressed gasp that he was probably licking up his own cum.

"Why don't you just email it to me, it's late, I've been drinking, and I
can't concentrate," I suggested, just as I felt cold liquid sliding down
my chest. I yelped, startled by Michael pouring wine down my front.

"No, no, I'm ok, sweetheart, just spilled some wine on myself; I told you
I was drinking. Can I call you back tomorrow? I'm kind of in a sticky
situation," I said, which made Michael laugh.

"Bye honey, look forward to seeing you," I said.

"To seeing all of you dear sister," Michael added, but thankfully Crystal
had hung up by then. "So she's coming for my graduation?"

"Yes, she arrives neeeeext Thursday," I said, letting out a moan as
Frederick slid a finger inside me.

"Delicious," Michael said.

"Yes, she is," Frederick agreed, licking my pussy mixed with wine,
oblivious to the next naughty plan Michael had in store for his Pet Mommy.

An hour later Frederick had completed his trifecta of fucking, having
fucked all three of my holes, and even a fulfilling a quadfecta if you
include the hand job at the restaurant. After a long ass fuck, he shot
his final load all over my face at the suggestion of my son, who'd
already done the same a couple minutes earlier, following a long blow job
from yours truly.

Frederick in the shower, Michael said to me, "Well that was fun."

"Fuck Michael, I haven't ever been fucked so thoroughly," I admitted, my
knees sore, my jaw aching, and my ass and cunt raw.

"So I finally found a way to fuck you into submission," Michael smiled.

"You fucked me into submission long ago, Master," I smiled, noticing his
cock was growing again and believe it or not I was still craving his cum,
like an addict. I asked, "A midnight snack?"

"Snack away, my pet," Michael offered. "And pretty soon you'll be
snacking on Crystal's cunt."

Stopping just before taking his cock back in my mouth, "About that," I
said.

"Yes?"

"I'm not sure it's such a good idea."

"You're not going to disobey an order from your Master, are you?"

"It's just... how am I supposed to seduce my own daughter?"

"You seduced me," he pointed out, "and you did it very well."

"I know, but seducing a guy is pretty easy, and I already knew you
fantasized about me," I pointed out. "Plus, we have no reason to believe
Crystal is even bi."

"Well, I guess this time will be more of a challenge," Michael said,
snapping his fingers.

Like a dog diving for a bone, I'd been conditioned to begin sucking at
the snap of my son's fingers. As I bobbed up and down on his cock, I
tried to figure out how I could go about seducing my daughter. The idea
turned me on, obeying Michael turned me on, yet making his next fantasy
into a reality was truly going to be a challenge.

That said, like all submissive sluts, I was always up for a challenge.

THE END

Continued in part 3: "Pet Mommy": Fucking with Mommy-Slut where Betty
must seduce her daughter.



"Pet Mommy": Fucking with Mommy-Slut



Mom's task is to seduce daughter for her Master...her son.  



Recap: This is part three of a series. I recommend you read parts 1 and 2
first, as they will help you to understand how the mother ended up where
she is now; if you've already read the first two parts and can't remember
the basic plot or just want to start here on part 3... here is a very
brief summary of the story so far.

"Pet Mommy": Creating a Mommy-Slut: A mother learns that her son
fantasizes about fucking her and, realizing how much he resembles her
deceased dominant husband, she decides to make his fantasy into a
reality... by seducing her son and becoming his submissive Pet Mommy.

"Pet Mommy": DP Mommy Slut! The mother's dominant son makes another
fantasy come true... her first double penetration. He also insists that
she seduce her daughter and give her to him as a present for his upcoming
high school graduation. That seduction is what part three will focus on.

Notes: Thanks as always to my editors MAB7991, Leann and Goamz for the
laborious amount of time they spent in helping to make this sequel better
in 2012, and to Tex Beethoven for giving it a fresh polish in 2019.

*

I love Michael, my son.

I love how he's become the man of the household, I love that he always
knows what I need sexually.

I love that he's discovered both my long-lost submissive side and his own
newly-discovered dominant side.

I love that he uses all three of my holes whenever he wishes, and
recently he's even begun sharing me with his best friend Frederick, and
that's been amazing.

I love the taste of my son's cum in my mouth, the feel of his cum
exploding in my pussy and even the embarrassment of his cum leaking out
of my ass.

I love that he is my Master and that I am his submissive.

Yet, it's one thing to make a promise while in the throes of passion, but
it's quite another to attempt to fulfill said promise once clarity hits;
which leads to his latest expectation of me... to seduce his sister, my
daughter, which seems an impossible task to fulfill.

**********

Two days before Crystal was to return home for Michael's high school
graduation, he asked, while his cock was pounding my ass slowly, his cum
still dripping out of my cunt from his last load just a few minutes ago,
for me to explain what my seduction plan was.

"I-I-I don't know," I stammered, distracted by how good his cock felt in
my ass, not to mention I had no feasible idea of how to turn such an
impossibility into a possibility.

His cock lodged deep in my ass, he stopped fucking me as he pointed out,
disappointed by my insufficient answer, "Mother, you've had almost a week
to plan. She's going to be here in two nights. I expect her to be on her
knees and ready to please me by Saturday evening, is that clear?"

He pulled out and slammed into my ass, hard. I screamed, "Buuuuuuuuut
hooooooooow?"

"You want my help?" he asked.

"Of course, Master," I purred, "I feel completely helpless about this,"
trying desperately to get him to assist me in this crazy conquest he had
in mind. Oddly, when I was horny, which was often, the idea of seducing
my daughter was quite the turn-on; I'd already crossed the line in every
way possible with my son, so doing it a second time with my daughter
didn't seem as bad as the on again off again guilt I'd felt while I was
seducing him. Accepting yourself for who you are and setting aside
society's attitudes about incest was very liberating. So was doing
research on incest and realizing three things:

1. Historically, it has been quite common.

2. Although seldom revealed openly, incest is much more common than
people let on... once you dig deeper into the underbelly of society's
unrealistic expectations.

3. The more I accepted the first two items, the easier it became to
convince myself that there was no better way to show how much I loved my
son than to give myself to him unconditionally: mind, body and soul.
After all, those are the traditional expectations of a woman when she
marries a man, and that was exactly what I had done for my husband for
those several years before his unexpected death. In the most simplistic
terms, Michael had recently stepped in for his father as head of the
household, and now received the exact same benefits my husband used to
enjoy. Plus, as much as I loved my husband, god bless his soul, I now
loved my son even more.

"On Friday, take her shopping somewhere to get her a new dress for the
graduation ceremony, and then suggest going to a lingerie store as well,
telling her you have a new man in your life," he began.

"Okay," I moaned, his cock pumping in my ass a constant distraction. "I'm
not sure that will be enough."

"Well, if she's as big of a slut as her mother it may be, but I thought
while you were bonding with her, I could do some reconnaissance on her
computer," he continued.

"Oooooh," I moaned, thinking this idea seemed like a good start. Such an
approach had been invaluable when I'd first explored the idea of seducing
Michael.

"If the eyes are the gateway into the soul of a person, their hard drive
is the gateway into their kinks," he concluded, something that was pretty
hard to disagree with.

On the computer you could research secret kinks, read stories based on
such interests, have chats with people with similar kinks and, of course,
watch every type of porn imaginable, many subsets of which I never knew
existed. (Did you know there's a cartoon porn site which depicts many of
the cartoon characters we grew up watching? I sure hadn't.) Since
seducing my son, I've watched online incest porn and read lots of incest
stories, each story making my guilt fade away a bit more. Since receiving
Michael's order for me to seduce Crystal, I've been reading
mother-daughter incest stories not only because they're hot, but also
trying to research ideas I can use to come up with a game plan. Yet,
incest stories are exactly that, stories, and making such a seduction
into a reality was way more complex than putting pen to paper. (Or okay,
these days putting keyboard to hard drive.)

"That's a good idea," I moaned, my orgasm starting to build, my greatest
orgasms coming from anal sex (strange but true).

"And just to add a little motivation to your task," he announced,
surprising me by pulling out of me, he loved coming in my ass.

"Whaaaat?" I whimpered, frustrated that he'd pulled out with me so close
to orgasm.

He circled around and shoved his pulsing, stiff cock in my mouth and
began fucking my mouth as he explained, "You aren't allowed to come until
your task is completed."

My eyes went wide; the gravity of his expectation and the consequences of
failure were now clear. I would have responded with pleas for mercy, but
his cock was fucking my mouth, his balls spanking my chin with each
thrust. I usually loved his aggressive need to come approach, but with my
orgasm so close and suddenly knowing I was no longer allowed any, I was
super annoyed.

He continued, "You can still get your daily dose of my cum with blow
jobs, but you aren't allowed to cooooome."

His sweet white stuff exploded in my mouth and I focused on swallowing it
all like I'd been trained to do, wasting cum was way worse than wasting
booze. He slowed down as I milked his cock for every last trace of his
addicting sperm.

Finally he pulled out and continued the conversation as if it hadn't been
interrupted by his shooting his load in his mother's mouth, "Is that
understand, Pet Mommy?"

"Yes," I answered, stretching my mouth after the quick pounding it had
just taken.

"You don't like the idea?" he asked, catching my disappointed tone.

"May I speak honestly?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Of course," he shrugged, his cock beginning to shrink before me. It
really is one of the really great wonders of the world, the beauty of a
cock growing to an aroused state or a just-shot-its-load-cock slowly
returning into sexual hibernation.

"I'm very close right now, Master," I explained, praying for sexual
release.

"All the better for you to understand the full importance of my
expectations of you. I want Crystal as my graduation present," he
answered.

"I just don't know if I can do it," I admitted.

"I know you can, Mom," he said, putting his cock back in my mouth. I
swirled my tongue around, giving his cock a quick wash before he pulled
out and cautioned, "Now, no more of this defeatist mindset, is that
understood?"

"Yes, I understand," I answered, adding jokingly, "May I go and take a
cold shower?"

"Does that work for women?" he asked with a chuckle.

Standing up, I answered, "I'm about to find out."

Although the coldness didn't extinguish my burning flame entirely, it did
cool down the fire inside me sufficiently to let me think straight.

The next two days were torture as I tried to resist the temptation to
come, especially when each morning's wake up and evening's bedtime
included my swallowing a load of Michael's cum. I wanted him in my cunt
and ass, I wanted to be fucked, pounded, and used. Yet each time, Michael
only reminded me of the task at hand.

When not being used as a cum receptacle, or working (selling real
estate), I was reading sex stories, chatting with online mothers who had
seduced their daughters (if they really were mothers, there are a
surprising number of men out there masquerading as women), and trying to
formulate a plan that had a chance of working. In the end, a mixture of
flattery, intimate contact and open conversations seemed to be the key...
and of course, booze. The major problem was that I was on a very limited
timeline.

The morning of the day Crystal was to arrive, Michael deposited a load
down my belly for breakfast and asked, "So, is my pet excited for her new
task?"

"I'm excited to be allowed to come and to make you happy," I answered.

"You don't want to seduce your daughter?" he asked, surprised by this
possibility.

"I'm more scared than anything," I answered. "Even though I knew it was
technically wrong when I seduced you, I knew it was your fantasy."

"That it was," he smiled, his beautiful cock beginning to shrink.

"But with Crystal... first of all, girls are different," I began.

"Oh, I beg to differ," he quipped, "you're usually hornier than I am,"
tracing my willing lips with his cock.

"Okay, but I'm the exception," I smiled back, licking the bottom of his
cock.

"Well, Crystal looks like you, has the same body type as you, and the
same quirky personality as you," Michael pointed out.

"So if Mommy is an incest slut, then Crystal must be one slut too?" I
quipped, moving my tongue to his balls, something I'd never done to him
before.

"It's a theory," he moaned, as I took one of his balls in my mouth.

I didn't respond as I pleasured one ball and then the other.

"Shit Slut, you never cease to surprise me," he moaned softly.

"I aim to please," I replied.

"That you do, Mom," he agreed (calling me Mom without adding any
derogatory words before or after was rare when we were alone). I was used
to Pet Mommy or Mommy slut, Mommy whore, Mommy slave, or during the past
couple days, just cum bucket.

I slid my tongue back up his stiff rod, wishing he would just fuck me
hard.

As if reading my mind, "Does Crystal's Mom want her back door plugged?"

Using my daughter's name was strange in this context, yet I responded,
playing along, "Yes, Master, Crystal's Mom would love her back door to be
pillaged."

"Show me that ass," he ordered.

If there were an obedience speed Olympics event, I'm sure I would have
set a new world record as I quickly got in position, offering my ass to
my son.

"You are such a good bad Mommy," he commented, his cock now between my
ass cheeks, teasing my hunger.

"Please Master, I need it soooo bad," I begged, my hunger for his cock
more addicting than nicotine.

"What are you willing to do for it?" he asked, the head of his cock
pushing into my tight rosebud.

"Whatever you wish, Master," I responded, so horny I would walk into
church, drop to my knees and blow our minister during his sermon if
ordered.

"You'll eat your daughter's pussy?" he questioned, his beautiful cock so
close to filling me.

"I'll be her Mommy-slut too if you want, Master. I'll make sure she's in
stockings for you on Saturday when I offer up your sister as a gift for
you," I answered, the idea turning me on more than I thought it would.

"If you promise she'll be my slut by Saturday night, I'll let you come
from a good hard ass fucking," he offered, as his cock broke through my
rectal resistance and slid into my wanton ass.

"Yeeeees," I screamed, a two-day cum fast being two days of frustration
too long.

He started slowly but I begged, "Don't make love to Mommy's ass, baby,
pound it."

Obliging my unique motherly request, he slammed into my ass, filling me
so fully that my orgasm began bubbling inside me after just a few strokes.

"Oh God, Michael, I love your cock in my ass," I screamed. "Promise me
you'll never stop using Mommy."

"That's one promise I know I can keep," he laughed between his deep hard
thrusts.

He fucked me deep and hard for a while until my orgasm was inevitable.

"Oh yes, Michael, I looooooove yooooooou," I screamed like the slut I
was, as I came from being ass fucked by my son.

"I love you too, Mom," he replied, even as he continued hammering away as
my orgasm coursed through me.

"Fill my ass with your cream, baby, I want to walk around all day with a
constant reminder of you," I begged, the thought so nasty that another
gush of pleasure pulsated through me.

"Fuck, you're such a hot little slut, Mom," he groaned.

"Just your slut, son," I moaned back, as my ass began bouncing back on
his cock, my ass clenching as I tried to milk his cock dry.

"And Frederick's," Michael reminded me, memories of my first double
penetration flooding back to me, causing a second orgasm to begin
building inside me.

"Yes, and your best friend's that you shared your Mommy-slut with," I
agreed, wishing I had a second cock for my cunt right now, and maybe even
a third one to blow, air tight being another fantasy I hadn't yet
fulfilled.

"And soon you'll either have a Mistress or a pet of your own," he added,
throwing another wrinkle into the upcoming seduction of my college
daughter. I'd just assumed I'd be the submissive, but if I could make my
demanding daughter into my pet... well, that was a delicious idea.

I asked, "Do you want your bitchy sister to be my Mistress or Mommy's
little cunt slave?"

"Both sound delicious, but it would be awesome to see her knocked down a
peg or two," he answered, as my ass continued riding his cock.

"Then I'll make her my little eager cunt-licking, cock-sucking,
ass-fucking submissive for us," I moaned, getting drawn into the nasty
seduction, a second blessed orgasm for me now inevitable.

"Shoot, Mom, you know just the right words to say."

A few more hard bounces back on his stiff rod, and I was about to burst
as I begged, "May I come again, my son, my master?"

"You truly are insatiable," Michael responded.

"You turned on my long dormant inner slut, baby, and it has no intention
of ever going back into hibernation," I squealed back, holding back the
inevitable earthquake.

"Don't you dare cum until I do, slut," he ordered.

"Okay, baby," I moaned, knowing that as soon as I felt my son's seed
filling my back door, my orgasm would follow instantly. It seems I had an
ass hair trigger, as absurd as that sounds. Knowing he liked dirty talk,
I asked, "Should Mommy go and buy a nice big strap-on to fuck your
sister?"

"Shit, yes," he grunted, getting close.

"Or maybe a double-ended dildo so we can fuck each other, our
stocking-clad feet pressed together?" I continued, turning myself on as I
tossed hot visuals into his head to try and get him off.

"Here it comes, you cum slut," he grunted, and the very moment his cum
shot inside my ass, my own orgasm triggered simultaneously.

I continued slowly sliding back and forth on his cock as we both enjoyed
the aftershocks of our orgasms.

Pulling out eventually, Michael said, "I really do love you, Mom."

"I love you too, son," I replied, the soft words warming my heart.

The brief minute of intimacy was short-lived as Michael spanked my ass
and ordered, "Now go forth and make my sister into our slut."

"Yes, Master," I agreed, a little more excited about the possible
seduction, now that I was thinking it in terms of her being my pet
instead of the other way around. Crystal had been a handful to raise,
unlike Michael who'd been very little trouble. The thought of
disciplining her sexually made Michael's demand feel more exciting to
complete... plus, the payoff would be awesome.

All day at work I was distracted, thinking about the next forty-eight
hours and the seemingly impossible, yet incredibly intoxicating,
possibility.

**********

That evening, after swallowing loads from both Frederick and Michael, I
headed to the airport to pick up Crystal. I had butterflies in my stomach
as I contemplated the task at hand.

The flight was late and Crystal, being Crystal, was in a foul mood as she
ranted about the inept stewardesses and the turbulence as if the gods
were on her case.

Trying to appear as a normal mother, once we were in the vehicle I asked
about her first year of college and about how the summer job was going,
the college semester already over, and how she was enjoying the west
coast. I learned her job working as a secretary at a dental clinic was
mind-numbingly boring, she loved the ocean but hated the cool breezes,
and she was into an 'I hate all men' phase.

An opening given, I joked, "Well, you could try being a lesbian."

She laughed, "I'm seriously considering it."

Trying to keep the conversation going, I admitted, "Can't deny I miss my
college days."

Crystal's eyes went big. "Mom, are you implying what I think you are?"

"I don't know what you think I'm implying, I'm just saying I miss those
carefree dorm days," I replied coyly, before adding, another seed
planted, "and those nights... those late, late nights."

Crystal was stunned by my hints that I'd played around with other girls
in college. After a brief moment of silence, she said, stunned, "I can't
believe you dyked out in college."

"I didn't say I did... as you so eloquently put it... dyke out."

"You hinted at it," she countered.

"No, you construed it, darling," I countered right back, enjoying this
verbal manipulation and the frustration and confusion I was stirring up
in her.

"So Mother, hints aside, do you have any naughty secrets you're willing
to share from your past with your oh-so-innocent daughter?" Crystal
asked, impressed that her old bag of a mother may have been wild when she
was younger.

"Do you have any?" I countered, continuing to elude answering any of her
questions.

"Are you asking your daughter if she's a dyke?" Crystal asked, surprised
by my strange behaviour.

"Dyke is such a crude word," I replied, continuing to manipulate her,
trying to draw her into my web of seduction as I felt her out.

"Sorry, Mother," she said, annoyed with me. Using the bluntness she was
well-known for she asked, "Let me put it this way: did you lez out back
in college?"

"Don't know. Define 'lez out'," I requested.

"You, Mommy Dearest, are more frustrating than my last boyfriend was,"
she said, exasperated by my answers. She defined bluntly, "To lez out.
Verb phrase. To lick pussy, to munch cunt, to sample snatch."

"Crystal," I scolded her, "watch your language."

"Are you kidding me?" she asked.

I glared at her theatrically for a moment before breaking into laughter
and answering her question, but only vaguely, "I too was once young and
carefree."

"So you did?" she asked wanting to hear the words coming out of my mouth.




"Did I eat pussy and munch cunt?" I asked with a smile, parroting back
her foul language, she still being unaware of how dirty my mouth could
get, or the creamed sausage it had been filled with daily ever since my
seduction of her brother.

"Mom, what's gotten into you?" she gasped.

"That's a rather personal question," I joked, as we rolled into the
driveway.

"I can't believe we even had this conversation," Crystal said,
overwhelmed by our frank, yet vague, questions and insinuations.

"You're an adult now Crystal," I said, placing my hand familiarly on her
leg. I softened my tone as I said, "Going forward, I want us to have a
far deeper relationship than simply mother and daughter," the underlying
meaning of my words much more sinister than they sounded.

"Really?" Crystal asked, used to our bumping heads more times than not; I
hoped to be doing a whole different type of bumping with her, and soon.

"Of course, honey. You're turning twenty soon. I want our relationship to
move to another level," I explained, staring into her blue eyes, my pussy
wet with intent.

Crystal was so surprised by the shift in our mother-daughter
conversation, she said, "Cool," still sounding like a teenager, which
technically she still was.

I gave her leg a firm squeeze as I added, "Of course, I'm still your
mother, and I always know what's best for you."

There she is," Crystal smiled.

"There who is?" I asked, knowing exactly what she meant.

"The mother I know and love," she countered, laughing gently.

Leaving her with ominous implications, I responded as I opened my door,
"Oh honey, I know you think you know me, but so far you only know me as
your mother, not as a woman. And as for love... you ain't seen nothing
yet."

Before she could respond, I climbed out of the car, allowing my words to
fluster her. I was thrilled with how well the drive had gone, the seeds
of seduction slyly planted.

That night Crystal went out to see some friends after agreeing to go
shopping with me the next afternoon. The plan was that I would show
houses for half a day, pick her up for lunch, and then we'd go and get
new outfits for each of us for Saturday's graduation ceremony.

Michael and Frederick went out as well, going to a nine o'clock movie,
leaving me home alone. Happy with my progress, I drew myself a bubble
bath and relaxed, knowing tomorrow was potentially going to contain
another life-altering seduction.

**********

Friday morning, Michael had school and woke me up with his cock tapping
on my lips.

I woke up groggily, the bubble bath having prepared me for a great
night's sleep. I asked, "With Crystal home?"

"She didn't get home until after two, so she won't be up for hours,"
Michael told me, filling my mouth before I'd even fully opened it.

In my position between a cock and a pillow case I didn't have room to bob
on his cock, so instead I just allowed him to fuck my mouth, which he did
slowly. After a few minutes of gentle fucking, he pulled out, tugged me
out of bed, and guided me to my natural place of obedience on my knees
before him. He shoved his throbbing member back into my mouth, wrapped
his hands around my head and began pounding my face. His balls bounced
against my chin, as almost half of his cock violated my throat.

Michael must have been fantasizing about adding a second submissive
incest slave (Crystal) to his tiny harem, since he was rougher and more
aggressive than usual, and I even gagged slightly a couple of times.

Finally without warning, Michael's cum filled my mouth and I gagged
again, some cum dripping out of my mouth and onto my pajamas and the
floor.

Disappointed in myself for gagging and spilling some of his sweet seed,
as soon as he pulled out and released my head from his vise-like grip, I
leaned down to the floor and licked up the small puddle of white goo.

"One more day," was all Michael said as he left my room. I got off the
floor and began my day.

I dressed in a black knee-high skirt and black thigh highs that I hoped
would become a conversation piece when we were trying on dresses. I
finished the outfit with a black lace bra and a blue patterned blouse
that fit tightly around my breasts.

I texted Crystal at eleven to make sure she was awake and surprisingly
she was, although she hadn't showered yet. I told her I'd swing by to
pick her up around quarter after twelve.

I arrived home and Crystal came out, surprising me in a flowery sun
dress, although not surprisingly she wasn't wearing nylons, something I
would need to change. In the car she asked, taking in my attire, "Are we
going somewhere fancy?"

I laughed, "Did I use to dress so poorly that this is fancy?"

She responded, "I didn't mean that. You look very good, and the outfit
makes you look younger."

As I started driving, I said, "That's the nicest thing you've ever said
to me."

Crystal was in a lot better mood this morning and we chatted about her
idea of changing her major to secondary education and reducing her
current major of psychology into a minor; this was with the goal of
becoming a high school teacher which surprised me a bit, but I was just
happy she finally seemed confident in her choice.

We had a great lunch, where I skirted anything that would be remotely
edgy, keeping the conversation light and relaxed.

It wasn't until we were walking into an upscale clothing store that I
began the seduction. I asked, "So what were you thinking of wearing
tomorrow?"

"I truthfully haven't put any thought into it," Crystal shrugged.

"I thought we could have some fun and get all dolled up," I said as we
reached the cocktail dresses.

"Aren't these a bit too night clubby for a high school graduation?" she
asked as I reached for a fire truck red dress.

"You can never be too classy," I shrugged.

"If you say so," Crystal responded.

"Trust me," I countered as I handed her the red dress.

"For me?" she asked, surprised.

"You'll look really hot in this," I said, wanting to build her confidence.

"It's kind of expensive," she said, examining the price tag.

"My treat. Every woman should have two dresses at their disposal: a sexy
slinky black fuck me dress, and an elegant tease everybody gown."

"Mother, a 'fuck me' dress?" Crystal questioned, again surprised by my
language, before adding, "I don't have either of those dresses."

"Well, it's time to rectify that," I smiled before adding, "Go ahead...
try it on."

"Okay," she said, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

I grabbed a dress for myself, gold, browsed through another area where I
checked out a couple of sexy little black numbers, decided not today, and
headed into the dressing room area. Surprising my daughter, I knocked on
her door, recognizing her shoes beneath the door.

"Just a second, Mom," Crystal replied.

I waited a few seconds before she came out looking radiant, although the
dress was a size too large.

"You look gorgeous," I complimented.

"It's a bit too big," she said.

"You're right; I'll go get you a size smaller," I smiled, joking, "I
forgot you're a bit slimmer than I am."

"Oh, you're in amazing shape, Mom," Crystal replied.

"Thanks honey," I said, pulling her in for a close hug.

I held on a bit longer than a normal mother-daughter hug, and even
allowed my hand to rest briefly on her ass. Breaking the hug, I said, "Go
get undressed, I'll fetch you another one."

Crystal returned into the dressing room as I went to grab the next size
down.

When I returned, I walked right into her room as if it weren't a big deal.

"Mom!" Crystal said surprised, only wearing bra and panties, and sadly,
unflattering grandma panties.

"Honey, we're two adults," I countered as I handed her the dress,
"besides, I've seen you in swimsuits that covered less."

She sighed, but took the dress and put it on as I started getting
undressed myself.

Again she was surprised as she asked, "Mom! What are you doing?"

"Trying on a dress," I answered breezily.

By then, my skirt was off and Crystal gasped, going from surprised to
scandalized, "Where are your panties?"

I answered, "At home in my drawer."

"Why aren't you wearing any?" she demanded, staring at my shaved pussy.

"I like the thrill of dressing sexy underneath," I replied, adding some
sexual naughtiness to our conversation, "Plus, you can see that I shave;
I don't want anyone having to eat a hair pie," I replied, each answer
revealing a bit more of the new me.

"Oh my God," she gasped, still staring at my shaved cunt.

"Funny, that's what she said," I quipped back.

"And you're wearing stockings?" she continued, stunned by the new me.

I shrugged, "They're called thigh highs, and they not only make me feel
sexy, but they provide easier access, if you know what I mean."

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Crystal gasped again, stunned by my
frank sexual innuendos.

"What?" I asked. "You do know your mother has sex, don't you? Quite a
lot, actually."

"Please stop," she replied, covering her ears.

I laughed as I removed my blouse and put on my dress while Crystal did
the same.

"How do I look?" I asked her; she was rattled by the TMI I'd just
revealed.

"Good," she answered.

"Ouch," I replied.

"What?"

"No woman wants to be told she looks good. It's such a so-so term," I
said, "for example, I think you look radiant in that dress."

"I do?" she asked, surprised by my choice of words.

"Not only that, but alluring and sensual," I added to the flattery.

Her face went red, surprised by my flattery and flirtatious choices of
words.

"That said, it's missing one thing," I said, before adding, "wait here."

Crystal began to ask what it needed, but I was gone before she could
finish.

I grabbed a pair of mocha thigh highs which would definitely enhance her
legs with that red dress, and returned to the changing room.

Once back, I opened the package and instructed Crystal, "Sit down, dear."

"What? Why?" she asked, still a bit rattled by my strange behaviour.

"Just sit down," I ordered, my tone carrying a hint of impatience.

She obeyed as she sat down on the bench, her expression perplexed. The
package opened, I quickly and expertly rolled a stocking up and then
knelt in front of her. The sheer shock in her eyes was hilarious as I
ordered, "Lift your foot up, honey."

She did, although she looked utterly confused.

I rolled the stocking up her leg, going very slowly, trying to tease her
in the process.

"Lift up, dear," I instructed as the lace top reached her upper thigh.

Although she was taken aback by my authoritative behaviour, she obeyed,
lifting up her leg so I could finish draping the stocking in place. Once
it was on, I replicated my slow, slightly sensual approach in putting on
the second stocking whereupon she, without instruction, lifted up her leg
to facilitate my completing the act.

"Stand up," I ordered, beginning to think that Crystal may indeed be
submissive.

She obeyed.

"Wow," I said, grabbing her hand and turning her to the large mirror in
the room.

Her demeanour changed as she stared at herself, as if not believing it
was her .

"You look radiant, Crystal, absolutely gorgeous," I sugar-coated the
flattery, although I was telling the truth: she did look radiant.

She remained speechless. I whispered into her ear, "Every senior boy is
going to want to fuck you, while every senior girl will wish she were
you."

"Mom!" Crystal gasped, my hot breath directly on her ear, distracting her.

"Or wish they could eat you, if that's your thing." I added, smiling
deviously.

"Mom!" she repeated.

"What, isn't being bi the new 'in' thing?" I asked.

"Mom!" she repeated yet again.

"Sorry Crystal, it's just that I've rediscovered my sexual appetite
recently, and it's really played havoc with my naughty talk," I explained.

"TMI," she complained, covering her ears.

I took her hands in mine and said looking directly at her. "Crystal, I
don't have many girlfriends, and I was hoping you and I could have some
long and frank discussions about life, love and sex."

"Mom, this is just too weird," she answered.

"I know, but how about we pretend I'm not your Mom, but we're just two
girls chatting?" I asked, before adding with puppy dog eyes, "Can you
please do that for me?"

"O-o-okay," she stammered, nervous about where this might be going.

"Stay here, I'm going to get you the right panties for this outfit," I
said, before adding, "unless you want to join me in going commando."

She finally laughed, the ice wall of awkwardness breaking down, as she
said, "I think I'll wear some panties to a high school function, as
should you."

"Should? That's what makes going without them even more fun," I smiled.
"No one knows that underneath the reserved classy exterior is a sexy,
horny MILF with no barriers in the way of her getting fucked: just a flip
of the skirt and I'm ready to go."

"Oh my God, what's gotten into you?" Crystal gasped.

"Not what I need," I quipped, leaving her before the conversation could
continue, letting my unexpected naughtiness marinate in her head.

My phone vibrated, and I checked the message.

Mommy-slut,

I did the recon on her computer. The results are not completely
conclusive, but she reads a lot of online porn. A lot of it is lesbian,
although a lot isn't. Much of it has submissive female characters.
Although I can't tell if she is sub or domme.

Master Michael

I texted back.

Master

She is sub without a doubt. Any incest stories?

Mommy-slut

I selected a red thong that could almost be considered underwear, when I
got another text.

Mommy-slut

There were a few, not many, and no brother and sister stories sadly, but
there were two or three mother-daughter ones.

Master Michael

This new information in hand, I returned to the changing room and walked
in, once again unannounced. Crystal was still admiring herself in the
mirror.

"Remove your panties, my dear."

"Pardon?" she asked, again surprised by my words.

"Take them off; I have something sexier for you."

"This just keeps getting weirder," she said, but again obeyed me.

Once they were off, I knelt down and said, "Lift up your foot, honey."

She obeyed, and I slid the thong up to her ankle.

Seeing what I'd brought her, she scoffed, "You call that underwear?"

"We can call it sexy underwear," I shrugged as she cooperatively lifted
her other foot even as she expressed mortification at my choice.

"More like dental floss," she quipped back.

"Sexy dental floss," I retorted, "it's red," as I pulled the skimpy
fabric up her legs.

"I can do that," Crystal said uncomfortably, reaching down.

Not wishing to scare her off, I let her finish pulling up the thong and
asked, "So are you happy with the outfit?"

"It seems a bit much," Crystal said, although she couldn't stop admiring
herself in the mirror.

"Every gal needs such an outfit," I countered, before adding, "Plus, like
I said before, Mommy's buying."

"Mommy's buying," she repeated, making fun of me for using that word.
"Who can resist that offer?"

"No one will be able to resist you in that outfit," I replied, continuing
to shovel on the flattery.

"Oh Mommy," she smiled, continuing her playful, unlike her, behaviour. I
felt confident I'd broken at least partway through her usual hard shell
and cracked open the door to the seduction my Master expected me to
complete.

"Oh Mommy indeed," I playfully replied right back, my tone dripping with
foreshadowing of those words being used with a very different inflection,
and very soon.

"I should probably take all these things off until you pay for them,
don't you think?" she asked.

"I suppose that's a good idea," I agreed.

Crystal laughed, "My new Mom is a refreshing surprise."

"You have no idea."

As we got undressed, Crystal began to take the thigh highs off, but I
objected, "No, keep those on, and the thong. I still have the packaging
for the stockings and the price tag from the thong for them to scan."

"Okay," she shrugged, now obeying every order I gave her with very little
hesitation.

We finished undressing and getting redressed in the clothes we'd worn
coming in, before heading out of the dressing room and towards the
checkout.

I asked Crystal, "Would you like to have a girls' night out tonight?"

"What would that entail?" she asked, not just refusing me like she would
have in the past.

"Dinner and dancing," I shrugged.

"Sounds like fun," Crystal casually agreed.

"It's a date," I said.

"Mom, that is so 1980s," the old Crystal shot back.

"I'm from the 80s," I protested.

"Dressed as you are, you don't look it."

"I'll take that as a compliment, you sweet thing," I preened as we
reached the cashier.

"You should. I meant it as one," Crystal replied, squeezing my ass. Now
that was an encouraging surprise! I thought.

A chill went up my spine at how well the afternoon had gone so far. I
paid for our outfits, and we hit two more shops to pick up outfits for
our girls' night before we headed home.

At home, Crystal said, "I think I'm going to take a nap, if we're going
out on the town."

"Crystal, that's so 1990s," I joked.

"Oh Mom," she said, giving me a surprise hug. "Thanks for this afternoon,
it was surprisingly, delightfully fun."

"Then get some rest and wait until tonight," I promised. "I have another
big surprise in store."

"I can't wait," she said, yawning.

Once she'd gone upstairs, Michael, who'd been playing video games in the
living room, came into the kitchen and said, "How's your assignment
coming along?"

"Lots better than anticipated," I replied, which was true. While I wasn't
convinced I could seal the deal of seducing his sister and delivering her
to him, especially in this ridiculously tight time frame, I was delighted
with the many seeds I'd planted.

"Let's see if your afternoon really exhausted her like she said, or she
went up to her room to masturbate," he said, opening the laptop he was
carrying.

"What are you doing?"

"More recon," he explained, as I realized the screen was showing
Crystal's bedroom just as she walked in.

"You put a camera in her room?" I asked, even though the answer was
obvious.

"I did it a few days ago," he said as he sat down. "Want to watch?"

"I don't know," I said, part of me feeling guilty about violating her
privacy, another part turned on by the idea of watching and seeing if I'd
had any impact on her.

"In that case, crawl under the table and blow me," he instructed, his
eyes never leaving the computer screen.

I sighed, wishing I'd answered differently, curious to see my impact, as
I obeyed, crawling under the kitchen table between my son's legs and
fishing out his cock.

"She's going into her closet," Michael announced; apparently he was going
to do a play by play account of everything she did. That was certainly
better than nothing.

I took his cock out, still almost completely flaccid, and awkwardly in
the confined space, took it into my mouth.

"Oooh! She has toys in her closet," Michael announced.

I'd cleaned her room rather thoroughly while she was away at college, so
this came as a surprise. I wished I could watch, but instead I slowly
sucked Michael's cock as it began to grow in my warm, wet mouth.

"She's on her bed, still dressed in thigh highs but nothing else, good
job Mommy by the way getting her into nylons, and she's beginning to use
a vibrator on herself," Michael announced, as I imagined the scene in my
head. That didn't take long, she just went into her room, stripped down
and began fucking herself. Had I turned her on that much? What was she
fantasizing about as she pleasured herself? Was tonight's seduction
actually possible? These and many other thoughts played through my mind
as Michael's cock became rock hard between my lips and I started to bob
faster.




I wanted more intel from Michael, but he was silent for a long time as I
pleasured him from under the kitchen table. Determined to get him off so
I could watch my daughter pleasure herself, I bobbed furiously back and
forth on his stiff rod.

Unfortunately before I could get Michael off, Crystal got herself off.
Michael said, "She's really a gusher when she comes, Mommy-slut. You're
going to get a good mouthful."

I automatically envisioned being between Crystal's legs as she gushed her
sweet cum into my mouth and all over my face, something that had seemed
so out there when Michael first came up with the idea, but now the
possibility of this fantasy coming true had my pussy wet with
anticipation.

"Oh my, now she's cleaning the toy in her mouth," Michael said, his tone
giddy like a teenage pervert, and not the impressive Dom he'd become.

My head spun with visions of making Crystal submit even as I bobbed
hungrily on Michael's cock.

"Oh oh," Michael worried.

"What?" I asked, still under the kitchen table with his hard cock only
momentarily out of my mouth.

"She's slipped on a robe and is coming downstairs," he said, as I heard
him frantically clicking on his computer. "Keep sucking, Mommy-slut," he
ordered.

I obeyed, realizing that even if he'd ordered me otherwise, I wouldn't
have had enough time to escape from my very compromised position, so I
was just thankful for the long tablecloth that would hide me pretty well,
unless she bent down to look for some unimaginable reason, or she heard
me make a noise.

A few seconds later, I heard Crystal open the fridge and ask Michael,
"Where's Mom?"

"Don't know," he replied, before stirring the pot, speaking in his usual
soft, caring, nerdy way, "you look flushed, Crystal, are you feeling
okay?"

Crystal stammered, "I-I-I'm a bit tired. Just needed a drink, and then
I'm going back up to take a nap."

"I thought you went to take a nap fifteen minutes ago," Michael goaded
her.

The longer Michael continued this conversation with Crystal, the more
likely I was to get caught. Oddly, the thought of getting caught, even
though that would be mortifying and could ruin all our plans (or could
instantly fulfill them if I pounced and she didn't freak: she was almost
naked after all, and with a very wet snatch beneath that robe). Picturing
that snatch had my own pussy dripping wet.

"I was, but like I said, I needed a drink," Crystal fended him off, her
tone annoyed, like she often got with her little brother.

"Sure, sure," Michael said, not believing her.

I heard the fridge close and Crystal say, "Like I care what you think."

Michael didn't respond as Crystal left the kitchen and I, relieved that
my submissive Pet Mommy secret was still safe, began bobbing faster.

Michael ordered, "Get out from under there, Slut."

I obeyed, thankful to be off my knees. Once I was standing up, he said,
his stiff cock wet with my saliva, "Bend over the kitchen table, Mommy,
I'm going to fuck your ass."

"With Crystal upstairs?" I asked. "What if she comes back down?"

"Now!" he demanded, his voice rising, annoyed at the way his snobby older
sister had treated him.

Obeying like the submissive I was, any consequences of my incestuous
submission beyond my control, I bent over the kitchen table and flipped
up my skirt, exposing my cunt and ass to him.

"You'd better teach your slut daughter her place in this house, Mother,"
he said, sounding very little like a Master and more like a petulant teen
as he positioned himself behind me.

But whether Michael was being petulant or not, I still knew my place.
"Yes, Master, she'll soon learn who rules this house," I replied
placatingly, my body's needs helping me to shift from worried about
getting caught, to excited about getting fucked.

"That's better," Michael purred, as he rubbed his cock up from my wet
pussy lips to the crack of my ass and back down again.

"Fuck me, baby," I moaned, his teasing driving me crazy.

"With your innocent sharp-eared daughter just upstairs?" he teased.

"You mean the slut who'll be your sister slave very soon?" I purred back,
getting into the naughty play.

"Yes, my slutty sister slave and her Mistress Mommy," he countered, as
his cock slipped into my cunt.

"Oh yes, Michael, fuck Mommy's cunt," I moaned in a whisper, the idea of
becoming a Mistress an added turn on, as was the thrill of maybe getting
caught.

"Don't you come, Mommy," Michael ordered. "You can't ever come again
until your first time from Crystal's tongue."

"Kkkk," I whimpered, frustrated by the no-coming order, an insistent
orgasm bubbling inside me already.

"But you can always have my cum," he promised with an ironic pretense at
generosity, as he continued pumping his cock in and out of my cunt.

After another minute of hard deep fucking, and my focusing on not coming,
he asked, "Where do you want my cum, Mommy-slut?"

"Wherever you want to shoot it," I replied, continuing to allow him to
make all the decisions.

"Hmmmmm," he groaned, although his tone was more mischievous than
pondering. "On your knees, slut."

He pulled out and I spun around and dropped to my knees. Michael stroked
his cock, and seconds later I saw the first rope of cum shoot out of his
cock and into my hair. A second shot hit my forehead, before a third
smaller one landed right in my open, eager mouth.

As soon as Michael stopped spewing his load on my face and other places
on my head, I took his cock, still pulsing, back in my mouth like I
always did, to retrieve any last remnants of his seed. But now the clock
was ticking: from now on until the moment I escaped into my bedroom,
there was a possibility Crystal could emerge from her room and I'd have
no place to hide before she discovered me covered in what could only be
her brother's cum. I was very worried.

A minute later Michael pulled out, and ignoring my nervousness asked,
"Did you know there's a lesbian club in town?"

Still obediently on my knees, I answered, "No, I didn't."

"It's a pretty famous lesbian club," Michael continued, as he assisted me
off my knees, but didn't say I could rush upstairs.

"Interesting," I said, hoping he'd hurry and get to the point.

"You should take Crystal there tonight," Michael suggested.

"That'll work. We've already arranged to go out for a girls' night," I
said, suppressing my desire to blurt, 'Can I go now?'

"Perfect," he smiled, leaning in and kissing me. Breaking the soft kiss,
he said, "I was going to make you walk into Crystal's room with my cum on
your face, but I think I'll save that for if you fail tonight."

I gasped at his naughtiness, although relieved for the brief reprieve,
"You're such a bad boy."

"And you are such a good Mom," he smiled back.

I scooped some of his cum off my forehead and put it in my mouth. "I
doubt I'm going to win Mother of the Year."

"You'd win hands down in my book," he smiled, kissing me again.

"Now go finish your task," he said, slapping my ass, before heading back
into the living room.

Finally dismissed, I scurried upstairs and into my room as quickly and
silently as possible, and finally safe from discovery, undressed, went
into my en suite bathroom and took a cold, cold shower as I scrubbed my
face and hair and tried to cool down, that having kind of worked last
time. An afternoon of lesbian innuendos with Crystal, capped with more
sexual humiliation and risk of discovery from Michael, had gotten me
really revved up. Thankfully, although the shower didn't extinguish the
fire completely, it did calm me down considerably. As I looked in the
mirror checking that I'd washed away all the cum, I pondered: Am I really
up to seducing my own daughter?

Three hours later, Crystal and I were dressed in our sexy finest and
heading out for a night on the town.

Michael, who had resumed his docile, nerdy persona, complimented us.
"Wow, you two look really nice."

"Nice?" Crystal objected, "We were going for hot."

"Yes, Michael, don't Mommy and your sister look hot?" I asked.

Michael stammered, acting his ass off, "Y-y-you both look very good."

Crystal asked, her tone dripping with seductiveness, playing on her
perception of her brother's awkwardness, "How good, baby brother?"

I noticed the look in Michael's eyes. He so badly wanted Crystal as his
sex kitten, yet he knew this wasn't the time. So he continued his nerdy
shy charade, as he came up with, "S-s-super good."

Crystal broke into laughter as she said, "Michael, you're absolutely
hopeless."

"Be nice to your brother," I scolded, my tone motherly again, as we
headed out.

A moment later we were in the car and Crystal exclaimed, "Michael needs
to get himself a woman."

Without even thinking, I replied truthfully, "He has one."

"No... way!" Crystal cried, shocked.

"Yes, and she's absolutely beautiful," I added, secretly complimenting
myself.

"Well, he still needs some social skills," she persevered.

"I think in time Michael will really surprise you," I said, finding it
quite humorous how surprised I thought she'd soon be.

"How did he meet her?" Crystal asked.

"Oh, they've known each other forever," I replied cryptically.

"How long have they been dating?"

"I don't think they are dating very much, they're mainly just having sex,
for a couple of weeks I guess," I answered.

"What?" Crystal gasped yet again.

"I'm very certain about the sex: I've heard them going at it," I reported
in hushed tones suitable for sharing a scandal.

"Inside our house? And you could hear?" Crystal asked, unable to believe
what I was saying.

"He's an adult too, Crystal," I pointed out.

"So you're telling me that my Mother wouldn't object if I brought someone
back to the house so we could have sex?" Crystal asked disbelievingly.

"Well... hopefully not on the kitchen table or the living room couch, but
yes, I suppose you could," I said, barely able to hold back my laughter,
remembering how often Michael had already fucked me on the kitchen table
and how I'd gotten dp'd on the living room couch.

"Wow, you really have changed since I went off to college, Mom," Crystal
said, acknowledging the obvious.

"Sweetie, you have no idea," I smiled.

We drove in silence for a few more minutes before reaching the
restaurant. As we walked in, we both got a few glances from the men. I
was dressed in a black dress, black thigh high stockings, the tops of
which wouldn't be completely covered up when I sat down, and five-inch
heels. Crystal was in a slightly more conservative, but still sexy as
hell blue dress with a black belt that helped emphasize her perfect
hour-glass figure, the same mocha thigh high stockings I'd purchased for
her, and three-inch heels.

It was obvious during dinner that a middle-aged man who, although he was
here with his wife, was checking us out. And our waiter, an adorably cute
young gentleman, had trouble focusing on his job while discussing our
orders; of course I added to the situation with my teasing cleavage
display and flirtation throughout the evening. As we dined, we spent the
time catching up as we chatted in more detail about her first year of
college, the pain of her catching her boyfriend cheating on her, her
period of indecision about her future which had resulted in changing her
major, her summer job and her roommate, Vanessa. By the way Crystal
talked about Vanessa, I wondered if she had a crush on her.

I observed, "Vanessa sounds like a sweetheart."

Crystal's sparkling eyes spoke volumes as she said, "She really is."

"What's her major?"

"Secondary education, like mine's going to be."

"What's she like?" I continued, grilling for information.

"Oh, she's a lot like me. A diva who's used to getting what she wants."

"Who wins between you two, then?"

"Until recently I was a psychology major, Mother, I can out-manipulate
anyone," she bragged, her tone suggesting more than just getting her way
with her college roommate.

I briefly wondered whether she was sharp enough to see through my
seduction charade, but then she changed the topic completely.

"I still can't fathom Michael having sex," Crystal said, before adding,
"And that he's even had sex more recently than I have."

"Neither could I before it started happening, but trust me, there's more
to Michael than meets the eye," I said, continuing to drop hints.

"This visit is just full of surprises," Crystal said as she ate her
dessert.

We finished our desserts in silence, before I paid the bill and we headed
off for the next surprise of the night.

On the drive, Crystal asked, "So it's not just Michael, you're also
seeing someone?"

"Depends how you define 'seeing someone'," I replied vaguely.

"Mom, you're getting very frustrating with all these cryptic answers,"
she sighed.

"Sorry, teasing you is fun, especially after all the crap you put me
through when you were a teenager," I smiled, laughing softly.

"Fair enough," Crystal said. "I guess I was a handful back then."

"Now you're a different type of handful," I quipped, cupping my breasts
at a red light.

"It's been a while since anyone has wanted to cop a feel of these,"
Crystal said, cupping her own breasts, beginning to open up about her sex
life.

"How long since the breakup?"

"Four months."

"I remember going way longer than that after your father died," I said,
before adding, "But now if it's more than a day, I start going through
withdrawal."

"When did you last have sex?" She asked.

"Does oral count as sex?" I quipped back playfully as we reached our
destination.

"This just keeps getting stranger," Crystal said, shaking her head.

"Well... I hope you're ready to go along with even stranger," I warned,
as I parked the car.

"Not sure that's even possible," she countered.

"We'll see," I said ominously. Changing topics, again sidestepping her
question, I announced, "Time to dance."

Realizing where we were, she turned to me, suddenly serious, "Mom, this
is a lesbian club."

"Is it?" I said, feigning surprise.

"Yes, it's Le Chateau Club, the most infamous lesbian club in the
country," Crystal said.

"How much research have you done on infamous American lesbian clubs?" I
countered playfully.

Crystal's face went red, as she stammered? "N-n-no, it's not that, it's
just something you know if you're from around here."

"I'd never heard of it until someone mentioned it had the best DJ in the
area," I said, continuing to act casual.

"I'm sure it might, but it's also a lesbian pick-up bar."

"Well... that should make tonight even more fun," I dismissed her
concern, opening the car door.

"You still want to go in?" Crystal asked, once again showing me her
scandalized face.

"Now more than ever: it'll be fun to see if we're lesbian hot," I
quipped, climbing out of the car.

Crystal got out as well saying, "What?"

"Well, getting a man's attention is pretty easy as we both well know, but
getting a lesbian's or better yet, a straight woman's attention... now
that is the ultimate form of flattery," I said, closing the door.

"I suppose," Crystal said, clearly thinking about something or someone.

"A penny for your thoughts," I said, as we began walking to the club.

"Oh nothing," she said, although it obviously was something.

"You just seemed to leave me for a moment."

"Yeah, I zoned out for a second," she admitted.

"What were you thinking?"

"Honestly, it was nothing," she said, trying to hide whatever thought
she'd just had.

"It's ok, sweetheart, if you don't want to share with me," I said,
pretending to be hurt.

"It's just embarrassing," Crystal said, her expression showing her
insecurity and embarrassment.

"Honey, would you like to know a secret of mine?" I asked, thinking if I
opened up somewhat, it might encourage her to trust me more.

"Sure," she said.

"When I was your age, my roommate and I were lovers," I revealed, before
adding, "Although if truth be told, Gretchen was more my pet."

"Your pet?" Crystal questioned.

"Yes, she did whatever I told her," I explained.

"Sexually too?" Crystal asked, drawn into her Mother's secret life.

"Especially sexually; she obeyed me without hesitation," I explained.

"Everything?" Crystal continued asking questions, trying to understand
the full scope of Gretchen's submission.

"Yes, for example, one of her duties every morning was to crawl under my
sheets and wake me up with her tongue licking you-know-where," I said,
adding, "it's really the best way in the world to be woken up."

"I imagine so," Crystal laughed, before saying, "Mom, you kept a lot of
secrets when we were young."

"Of course, you were young! But I also keep a lot of secrets now," I
added, continuing to orchestrate my plan.

"Like what?" she asked, falling hook, line and sinker for my setup.

"I'm hoping to hook up tonight with some submissive little lesbian," I
revealed.

"I thought you said you'd never heard of this place," she challenged.

"I hadn't until Michael told me about it," I admitted.

"Michael... my... brother... Michael... the nerd... who gets...
tongue-tied... every time... he tries speaking to a girl... he's the one
who told you about a lesbian club?" she gasped, pausing after almost each
word.

"I told you, Crystal. Both my children are adults now, and we don't hide
anything from each other," I said. "At least that's how it is between
Michael and me, since he still lives at home."

"So it seems," she laughed.

"I'd love to establish that kind of trust and openness with my favourite
daughter, too. Will you be my wing-girl tonight?" I asked, wrapping my
arm around hers.

"Why not? You're my outrageous Mother and this day can't possibly get any
weirder," Crystal agreed.

"Great," I said, moving my hand to hers as we walked hand in hand into a
new adventure.

Once we were inside, I scanned the club. "Oh my," I whispered.

"Oh my, indeed," Crystal whispered back.

The club was only half full, but it was already a veritable smorgasbord
of women. They ranged widely in age and in dress, but they were almost
all very attractive. On the dance floor were a couple dozen women
dancing, a few tables had women drinking margaritas or other cocktails,
but the biggest shock were two youngish girls, each at a separate table
from the other, kneeling beside the table with a collar around her neck
attached to a leash being held by an older woman seated at the table.

"First time here?" a friendly voice asked.

I turned and smiled, looking at a very pretty woman in her twenties,
dressed in a low-cut red leotard, black pantyhose, what looked like
four-inch heels, and with large feathers in her hair, "Is it that
obvious?"

"First timers tend to freeze when they come through the door and get
their first glimpse of a world they've only imagined," the woman
explained.

"So we look like tourists with cameras," I joked; "at least we're not
wearing Bermuda shorts and sandals with cotton socks." Crystal, usually
quick with the repartee, was totally speechless.

"As tourists, I suggest you find a table and just enjoy the ambience,"
she said. "By the way, my name is Mallory."

"Hi, Mallory, I'm Betty, Mistress Betty Lodge, and this is my sub
Crystal," I introduced, squeezing Crystal's hand, as I realized if I
didn't put a claim on her, she'd be devoured by the predators I could
already see throughout the room looking us over.

Crystal's eyes went wide, I think getting it, but she didn't say anything
other than, "It's nice to meet you, Mallory."

"You too, my pet," Mallory smiled, shaking Crystal's hand and signalling
her own status as a Mistress.

"It was great to meet you, Mallory, but we really should get a table
before they're all filled," I said, wanting some time to explain to
Crystal why I'd said what I said.




"Go take one of the booths over there," she pointed to a few tables near
to, but not exactly adjacent to the dance floor, with booth-like padded
benches behind them, but straight and short, more like love seats. "It
will give you the best view of everything happening in the club."

"Thanks for the tip," I smiled, before impulsively adding, "You may come
join us for a drink a bit later if you'd like." I immediately liked her
and hoped she would, but I was also subtly establishing that I intended
to protect my sub, so it was my call who was permitted to join us.

"I may just do that," Mallory smiled, shaking my hand and giving it a
firm squeeze.

As we walked to a table, my hand still entwined with Crystal's, she
asked, "What just happened?"

"I'll explain once we're seated," I replied, giving her hand a soft
squeeze.

"Okay," she said, again obeying my lead with little hesitation.

We seated ourselves and a few seconds later a waitress showed up and took
our drink orders. Once we were alone, I explained, "I did that to protect
you."

"Protect me?"

"Yes. Look around, we're fresh meat, especially a delicious young thing
like you," I said, my hand going to her knee and giving it a squeeze. I
continued, "I need to appear like a powerful Mistress, and you must
portray my obedient submissive."

"I don't think that's really necessary, Mom," Crystal protested
uncertainly.

"You sure? Look around," I replied, seeing a few women taking subtle and
sometimes not so subtle looks in our direction.

Crystal looked around and gasped. Following her gaze, I saw a pair of red
heels peeking out from beneath a tablecloth.

"Now that is hot," I said, turned on by what I was seeing, and also
trying to manipulate Crystal.

"Really?" she asked, although her eyes were still riveted on what was
occurring just a few yards away from us.

The waitress brought us our drinks and I immediately requested two more,
hoping some liquid courage would bolster my nerve, and at the same time
dissolve Crystal's inhibitions.

"To our new relationship," I toasted, the words meaning far more than
she'd catch on to yet.

She reluctantly broke her gaze, grabbed her glass, and agreed, "To our
new relationship." After clinking our glasses, she downed over half of
her glass of wine, as did I.

I quipped, "Be careful, my dear, if you get drunk, you may get taken
advantage of by one of these predators."

"Maybe I want to get taken advantage of," she retorted, this being her
turn to surprise me.

Not only that, but this time it was her hand on my leg, giving me a
squeeze. I stammered, for the first time not feeling in control, "Y-y-you
want to be seduced by some cougar?"

"Could be. You're a cougar," she quipped, her hand working its way up my
leg and under my dress, her intense expression making me horny and even
scaring me a bit.

I was speechless but Crystal continued, her hand going further under my
dress, "Mommy, you didn't think I was catching on?"

"T-t-to what?" I asked, her fingers almost touching my very wet cunt.

"You've been trying to seduce me ever since I got off the plane," Crystal
replied.

"N-n-no, I haven't," I lied, trying to regain control. I was supposed to
be turning her, not the other way around!

"Nice try, Mommy," she said, her fingers grazing ever so gently over my
pussy lips. "But like I told you earlier, I've taken lots of psychology
and I can read people."

"I d-d-don't know what you're talking about," I stammered.

"I think you do," she smiled, leaning closer into me, which I couldn't
help but find frighteningly intimidating. Her finger parting my pussy
lips ever so slightly, she asked, "Why are you so wet, my innocent
well-intentioned commando Mommy?"

"Please, don't," I whimpered, although my legs opened up, more from
reflex than decision.

"Don't what?" she smiled, enjoying my confusion, as her finger went
deeper between my pussy lips, but not quite past the inner ones.

"Aaaaah," I moaned, longing for her to slide her finger inside me.

"'Aaaaah'? Is Mommy all horny because of her hot daughter?" Crystal
whispered, her finger lingering barely outside my portal, teasing me
relentlessly.

"Nooooo! Yesssss!" I answered, overwhelmed by this upheaval in my plans
and by my lifelong need to submit.

"Which is it, Mommy?" Crystal purred, "tell me what you want." Her demand
for information wasn't obsequious in the least, but rather overpowering,
her hot moist breath on my ear making my head spin... as her finger... my
God, that irresistible finger... continued lingering, ever so close to
entering me, but still remaining tantalizingly just outside.

I was speechless. Without any warning I'd been reduced from hunter to
hunted, and I was irresistibly regressing into my natural submissive
state. I was no longer remotely in control; I no longer even wanted to be
in control.

"Your plan as far as I can tell was first to smother me with flattery,
then next to dress me up as a sexy slut, and finally to get me drunk and
seduce me at a lesbian club. Am I wrong?" she asked, her finger at long
last entering me, but not nearly far enough.

"Oh God!" I gasped.

"Oh, trust me, you'll be doing a lot of worshipping tonight, Mommy,"
Crystal smiled with evil intent, as she slid her finger deeper inside me.

"Ooooooooh nooooo, not here," I protested desperately, even though I
already knew I was lost... completely at her mercy.

"You're no longer in charge, Mother," Crystal said, my defiant daughter
Crystal suddenly back, but this time on steroids.

"Crystal, please," I pleaded irrationally with no idea what I was asking
for.

"Please what? Please may you eat your daughter's cunt in a lesbian club,
Mommy?" she said, smiling deviously.

Before I could respond, but the idea making me delirious with desire, a
voluptuous woman about my age, dressed in a gold gown, approached our
table. My eyes went wide at the thought of getting caught being fingered
by my daughter.

Reaching us, the very pretty woman asked me, "Would you like to dance?"

I stammered, nervous and uncomfortable about the offer, "I-I-I don't
know." I looked at Crystal for help.

"Do you want to dance with her, Slut?" Crystal asked me, taking even more
control of a situation I'd thought until a few moments ago I was in
charge of.

"I-I-um," I stammered, surprised by her name-calling and unable to form a
complete sentence.

The woman was perplexed at first, but she rallied apologetically, "I'm
sorry, I didn't realize you were owned, in fact I thought you two were
related."

Crystal smiled, "We are."

"Oh my, really?" the woman smiled deviously. "How delicious, how
absolutely delicious!"

My face burned red as I remained speechless. Crystal continued, "I'm
pleased to meet you ma'am, I'm Mistress Crystal and this is my mother Pet
Betty; she's a submissive in training."

"Reeeeeeeally?" The woman asked, stressing the 'ee' sound dramatically,
both surprised and impressed.

"Isn't that right, my pet?" Crystal asked, peering past my baffled
expression and into my soul.

My head was spinning, my heart was racing, and my pussy was burning as I
stammered, again just like with Michael, helpless to affect any
consequences, just wanting to serve, "Y-y-yes."

"Yes, what?" she asked, enjoying my discomfort immensely as she drew me
further into her dominant web.

"Yes, Mistress," I whispered, giving in totally, my red cheeks going even
hotter, hellishly hot.

Crystal looked up with a 'what-you-gonna-do' expression and explained,
"She's just begun her training."

"I see," the woman said, before adding, "around here, subs are usually
not allowed to sit with their Mistresses."

"I'm still learning too," Crystal shrugged with a smile, snapping her
fingers and pointing to the floor just as the waitress arrived with our
second round of drinks.

The woman said, "Bring them another round please, and my usual."

"Yes, Ms. Addison," the waitress nodded, setting our drinks on the table.

"Oh, and a bowl for the submissive," Ms. Addison added.

"Of course," the waitress agreed before leaving us.

"Floor, Mommy-slut," Crystal ordered again, using the exact same phrase
Michael had so many times.

I stared at her, shocked, unbelieving, my eyes begging her to reconsider,
yet when no mercy was evident I obeyed, surprised by how relieved I felt
to do so, sliding off the seat and lowering myself to the floor.

"Good, Mommy-slut," Crystal purred as if speaking to a child.

Undeniably, even as I sat on the floor on my heels like a dog, my cunt
was leaking at the humiliation and the wonderful power of my daughter, as
I ignored all the other patrons of the club who could see my humiliation.

Ms. Addison sat down where I'd just been seated and said, "I've never
witnessed a live incestuous act."

I glanced at Crystal, who was staring down at me with a confident smile.
Her eyes locked on me for a moment before she said, "Not here, or at
least not yet. It will be our first time."

"Fair enough," Ms. Addison replied just as the waitress returned, bending
down and placing a dog bowl full of wine on the floor in front of me. On
the bottom of the bowl through the wine I could read, "Such a good girl!"

Humiliation compounded on top of humiliation as I tried to figure out how
my plans had unravelled so quickly. And how would tonight's surrender
impact my relations with Michael? With my Master?

Crystal ordered, "Drink your drink, Mother."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, the honorific flowing out so naturally.

As I lapped up my wine like a puppy, feeling shame and hunger in every
pore of my being, I listened to the woman, whose voice dripped sex,
inquiring about Crystal. Crystal openly shared everything with this
stranger, and I was envious of how open my usually very close-lipped
daughter was being with this stranger. Crystal discussed her desire to
seduce her roommate in California, how she'd caught on that I was trying
to seduce her, then admitting that she was very new to the Domme role,
having only online reading as experience, and that I had surrendered to
her only moments before Ms. Addison had approached our table, making me
Crystal's first and only submissive. The only good news during this
lengthy share-all was it didn't appear that Crystal had any clue about
Michael's role in all of this.

I had just finished my wine when the waitress returned and poured a
refill into my bowl, patting my head and saying, "There you go, you
gooood girl."

My face burned yet again, but I didn't reply.

Eavesdropping again, I heard Hannah, the name she'd recently introduced
herself as, say to Crystal, "My dear, I think you could use a mentor."

"Is it that obvious that I need help?" Crystal asked.

"Not so much obvious, but you're young, my dear," Hannah said softly,
before asking, "Have you even been with a woman before?"

"Only a few occasions in high school," Crystal admitted. I was curious to
know which friends of hers, and this was yet another intimate revelation
shared with a stranger but not with her mother.

"But you've never dommed anyone?" Hannah drilled down.

"No, it was just girls exploring, but my urges grew with Vanessa, and
then when my mother tried to seduce me, a switch flipped into place and
my desire to domme my Mom came to life," Crystal answered, glancing down
at me. "Again, that was less than a minute before you approached us."

"I see," Hannah said. After a moment she said, "So would you like me to
take you under my wing?"

"Would you?" Crystal asked, eager as a child.

"Of course, my dear," Hannah said in a soothing voice. "Let's start with
something easy: make your mother-slut do something."

"Like what?" Crystal asked, being drawn in by this manipulative and
seductive woman.

"Anything you like. For instance, how about ordering your submissive to
give me a foot massage?" Hannah suggested, as she slipped out of her
heels and leaned against the back of the booth and raising her knees so
her feet were resting at the edge of the seat. This position of course
negated her skirt's ability to conceal anything at all, so it was
immediately apparent to me and to anyone else nearby that she was
commando and had unusually fat labia, but in this club nobody paid much
notice.

"Crawl to my new friend's feet and give her a massage," Crystal ordered
as she looked down at me, before adding with her naughty smile, "using
your mouth."

"Oh, nice twist," Hannah approved.

I considered disobeying, but for only a second before I crawled the
couple of feet and took the experienced Domme's left foot in my hand. I
hesitated briefly before leaning forward and taking a stocking-clad toe
into my mouth.

"That's it, suck each toe individually," Crystal ordered, as I slowly
sucked each toe into my mouth. The act was embarrassing, yet equally
enthralling, my stocking fetish coming to the fore.

They continued chatting as if I weren't there, as I first pleasured each
toe, and then the sole of her foot. After a few more minutes of
interrogating Crystal, Hannah said, "Ready to take your pet to the next
level?"

"Very much so," Crystal replied, excitedly.

"Time to stretch her obedience," Hannah said.

"How?" Crystal asked.

"Make her do something more blatantly sexual," Hannah said
matter-of-factly.

A shiver chilled my insides as they continued to talk about me as if I
were more an object than a person.

"Like what?" Crystal inquired.

"There are many options. You can make her go wait in line to service Big
Rosie, although I suggest that Mistress or not, you shouldn't miss out on
that yourself before you leave."

"Who's Big Rosie?" Crystal asked.

"A very large black woman with the sweetest pussy nectar there is," she
replied.

"Oh my," Crystal said.

"But there are other options too. You could have her crawl underneath our
table and pleasure you or me, or send her off to another table to offer
her services to whomever might be in the mood, or... get her to go off
and fuck herself on the wall cock."

"The wall cock?" Crystal asked, her intrigued tone making it obvious that
was the one particularly piquing her interest.

"Yes, over there, side stage," I heard Hannah say and saw her point. She
added, "I just added that last week."

I followed her finger and saw a bright pink dildo mounted solidly on the
wall. Yet again, my cheeks burned and my flooded pussy burned.

"Wow, delicious," Crystal said, before looking down at me and ordering,
"crawl over to the wall cock, Mommy-slut, and put on a show for everyone."

"Please, Crystal," I pleaded, terrified at the idea of fucking myself in
front of a roomful of strangers.

"Do it now, Mother!" she snapped, her tone condescending like when she
was in high school, but now invested with irresistible authority.

Part of me wanted just to stand up and flee to my car, another part
wanted to stand up and make her my bitch, but the deciding factor was
that my basic nature was too submissive for me to stand up to Crystal,
and my body was already crawling across the floor before my mind had time
to decide anything. Crystal might be brand new at this, but I was no
stranger to a submissive role, and whether my mind was in control or not,
and from long experience, my body already knew exactly what was required.

"Good Mommy," Crystal purred, entertained by my humiliating obedience.

Her praise only added to my shame as I crawled across the floor, keeping
my head down. Thankfully, just as I was about to reach the stairs,
another sub, one on a leash, was led up the same stairs to the wall cock.

A huge sigh of relief washed over me as I watched the Asian woman raise
her skirt and back herself onto the pink phallus.

Her Mistress ordered, her tone firm, "And don't you dare come without
permission, Slut."

"Yes, Mistress," the pet agreed as she began fucking herself.

I watched for a minute, consumed by the submission of another, until I
heard Crystal's voice call out, "Get back over here, Slut."

I sighed, but was thankful she at least didn't call me mother and
humiliate me even further.

I crawled back to the table and arrived just as the hostess who'd been at
the front door earlier arrived.

She said, "Ms. Addison, the Governor will be here in a few minutes."

"Today? That's unexpected," Hannah said. "May I assume her room is ready?"

"Of course," the hostess said.

"Okay, please let me know when she arrives," Hannah said, before adding,
"I'll be in my suite. Also, please retrieve one of my cards for me."

"Of course, Ms. Addison," the hostess nodded and walked back the way
she'd come.

As I listened, I wondered, She can't mean Governor Daphne Green? She has
a daughter in college, although she's been divorced for years. The
thought that our governor frequented this lesbian club was both a major
turn-on and incredibly surreal.

Hannah explained to Crystal, "I'm sorry, unfortunately I won't be able to
assist you as much as I'd hoped, I need to go. But I really enjoyed
meeting you, and I'd love to continue assisting you in your journey to
becoming an established domme."

"I'd love that," Crystal replied warmly.

The hostess returned and handed Hannah a business card.

"Thanks, my dear," Ms. Addison said.

"Of course, Ms. Addison," the hostess nodded and left.

Hannah handed Crystal the card. "Send me an email or give me a call
whenever you wish, my dear. Mistress Crystal Lodge, correct?"

"That's correct. And thank you, I will," Crystal replied, accepting the
card.

"Of course, my dear," Hannah said, squeezing Crystal's hand before
standing up. She looked down at me and smiled, "I expect you to be a good
Mommy-pet and always to obey your daughter Mistress."

"Yes, Ma'am," I nodded, the idea no longer as shocking or even as
unwelcome as it was when my submission began less than an hour ago.

"Good girl," Hannah said, before walking away.

A moment later Crystal surprised me, "Crawl under the table Mommy-slut,
and please me."

"H-h-here?" I stammered.

"Don't make me repeat myself every time Mother, or there will be
consequences," she snapped.

"S-s-sorry, Mistress," I barely got out as I began crawling under the
table.

"That's better, Mommy, you're a goood girl," Crystal purred, back to her
soothing self.

She spread her nylon-clad legs and I crawled between them.

It was very dark under the table, so I just allowed her intoxicating
scent to draw me in. Reaching her wet pussy, I could tell that either my
submitting to her or her frank conversation with Hannah had gotten her
very excited.

This far past the mother-daughter line, my final submission of pleasing
her sexually was dead easy to accomplish. I just extended my tongue and
began licking, surprised to find her commando and wondering when she'd
taken that step: before we'd left home, or after she'd conquered me. I
was tentative at first, long, slow licks as I explored her pussy. Her
taste was strangely exotic, very like my own but more citric, and I was
instantly addicted, remembering from long ago just how amazing a pussy
that wasn't my own could taste.

After a couple minutes of teasing, I heard Crystal say, "That's it,
Mommy-slut, lick your daughter's cunt."

Like submitting to Michael, hearing myself being called naughty names
only enhanced my desire to submit unconditionally.

I shifted from teasing to concentrated licking as I flicked her clit,
causing her legs to twitch.

Soft moans from above enhanced my excitement as I hungrily licked and
nibbled Crystal's sweet cunt. Hearing her breathing increase, her moans
stifled as she tried not to scream, I went for broke and slid two fingers
inside her.

"Oh God," Crystal gasped.

Taking her clit between my lips as I furiously pumped my fingers in and
out of her, it wasn't long before I felt her hands gripping my head,
pulling me deep inside her, as her legs tightened around me and her
juices flowed out. I hungrily lapped and lapped my daughter's juices down
my throat just like I normally swallowed my son's cum. I had without
doubt become a Pet Mommy in every sense of the word.




THE END

Continued in "Pet Mommy": My Daughter Submits



"Pet Mommy": My Daughter Submits



Pet Mommy assists in making her daughter submit to her son.  



Summary: Pet Mommy assists in making her daughter submit to her son.

Recap: This is part four of a series. Obviously, this story will only be
a complete narrative if you read parts 1, 2 and 3 first, as they will
help you understand how the mother ended up where she is now; but if you
have already read the first three parts and can't remember the basic
plot, or just want to start here on part four... here is a very brief
summary of the story so far.

"Pet Mommy": Creating a Mommy-Slut: A mother learns her son fantasizes
about fucking her and, realizing how much he resembles her deceased
dominant husband, decides to make his fantasy into a reality... in the
end seducing her son and becoming his submissive Pet Mommy.

"Pet Mommy": DP Mommy Slut! Pet Mommy's dominant son makes another
fantasy come true... her first double penetration.

"Pet Mommy": Fucking with Mommy-Slut: Pet Mommy's task is to seduce her
daughter and give her to her son as a present at his high school
graduation... but alas, things go terribly astray when the daughter takes
charge of the mother for herself.

Notes: Thanks as always to my editors MAB7991, Robert, Leann and Goamz
for the laborious amount of time they spend in helping to make this
sequel better in 2014 and Tex Beethoven for giving it a fresh polish in
2019.

My Daughter Submits

Crystal and I got home pretty late that night, and thankfully Crystal
didn't insist we sleep together or anything... each of us headed to our
own bedrooms.

I was startled when I entered mine to find Michael wasn't asleep, but was
sitting up in our bed, on his laptop.

He asked, without looking up from his computer, "So how did it go?"

"Not as anticipated," I answered, nervous at the consequences of yet
another sexual weakness on my part.

"Explain," he said, closing his laptop and setting it on the side table.

I retold the whole story, including my own lesbian sexual submission to
my daughter Crystal. He seemed slightly shocked at first, but continued
listening intently.

Once I was done, I finished with, "I'm sorry, Master, I just wasn't
strong enough to stand up to her, but I did manage not to tell her about
you."

He snapped his fingers and pointed to his crotch. I crawled onto the bed,
tugged down the sheets and blanket and found a very stiff cock waiting
for me. I bent down and took it in my mouth.

"Well, tomorrow we'll have to put her in her place," he said, as I
devoured his entire cock into my mouth.

"How?" I asked a moment later.

As he grasped my head and guided it back onto his cock he explained but
only vaguely, "Psychological warfare."

I bobbed on his cock, enjoying being back in my comfortable submissive
position pleasuring my son. I bobbed up and down on his stiff rod,
enjoying its familiar presence in my mouth. A few minutes later I was
swallowing Michael's seed. Once he was done, I climbed into his arms,
glad to be welcomed there in spite of my failure, and I fell asleep in
his warm embrace.

The next morning I awakened very close to noontime and alone in bed. I
got up, slipped on a robe, and headed down to the kitchen. I was
surprised to see Michael already wearing his tux. He greeted me, "Good
morning, Mom."

"Good morning," I yawned.

He smiled, "Don't be yawning already, it's going to be a long day."

"Just need some coffee," I mumbled robotically, trudging over to the
coffee machine.

"Not cock?" he quipped.

"Oh, that too," I smiled, perking up, always ready to feed his aggressive
sexual behaviour and my insatiable appetite for his cum.

"Knees, Mom," he ordered.

"But Crystal could come down any second," I fretted.

"She already knows you're a submissive slut, she proved it herself,"
Michael shrugged.

"Michael please," I pleaded, normally getting off on his sexual
dominance, but thinking this time it seemed out of place with Crystal
upstairs, even after she dommed me last night.

"Please what? Please Master shove your cock in my mouth, please Master
shove your dick in my cunt, or please Master sodomize me with your
massive rod?" Michael asked, stepping towards me.

My cunt dampened at his nasty words, and as usual I shifted from mother
to slut, consequences be damned. I answered, ready for whatever he wanted
to do to me, "Please Master... use me however you please. My body is
yours to use as you please, Master."

"Get me hard, Mommy-pet," he ordered, his hands going to my shoulders and
guiding me to my knees. "And you're not hiding under any tables this
time."

"Aren't you hard already?" I pouted as I looked up at him.

"Discover for yourself," he smirked, looking down at me.

I fished out his cock and discovered it was already hard and ready for
action, but I took it between my lips anyway.

I bobbed back and forth on his gorgeous cock in my own kitchen with my
dominant daughter, my Mistress, upstairs. It was nerve-wracking, yet also
exhilarating.

As I continued to deep throat his iron-hard rod, I pondered how I now had
both a son as a Master and a daughter as a Mistress, and how it could all
fall apart in a few seconds.

"Pussy or ass, Mommy-slut?" he asked.

"Your choice, baby, but my cunt is on fire right now," I answered, taking
his cock out of my mouth, the risk of being caught turning me on.

"Drop your robe and bend over the table," he instructed.

"If Crystal comes down?" I asked, already obeying by removing my robe,
and now wearing nothing but thigh highs.

"Not your problem. It isn't about her coming, it's about my coming,"
Michael answered, playing on my words.

"Ain't that the truth," I smiled playfully, finally trusting in his
control and in his protection from whatever, obediently bending over the
table, leaving both my cunt and ass available for my Master's beautiful
fuck stick.

I wasn't surprised when he slid his cock in my ass. It had been his
favourite hole of late, and the one that got me the most animated.
"Oooooh, you're such a bad boy, Michael, fucking Mommy's ass," I moaned
as his cock filled my back door.

"Just how you love it," Michael smirked.

"Sooo true," I moaned as he began sliding his big cock in and out of me.

I forgot all about the risk of getting caught and just enjoyed the
sensations of being ass fucked by my Master.

For a few minutes he fucked my ass, eventually pounding me so hard the
table began to jerk across the kitchen floor. I moaned, "Oh yes, baby,
fuck Mommy hard."

"On your knees, Mom," Michael ordered, pulling out of my ass.

I spun around, dropped to my knees, and opened my mouth just in time to
feel the first spray of his cum hit my face. A second and third rope hit
my face and mouth before I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth
while it was still pulsating.

After only a few seconds, he pulled out and said, "Sorry, but Crystal
will be home any minute now."

"She's not here?" I asked, surprised.

"She went for a jog," Michael revealed. "Did you enjoy the suspense of
thinking she could come downstairs at any moment and discover us?"

"Actually, yes I did, Master; that was a good tease. So what's the plan
now?" I asked, standing up.

"I don't know yet, but make sure she's here and dressed sexy when I get
home from the grad party," he instructed.

"That won't be easy," I said.

"Just make sure she's here," Michael ordered. "I'll take care of the
rest."

"I do love a confident man," I purred.

"And no coming until Crystal is mine," Michael ordered.

"Okay," I sighed, my pussy burning at the moment, having no idea how I
would refuse if Crystal tried to make me come.

"I'm going to shower," Michael said, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

I hurried to the kitchen sink, washed the cum off my face, slipped on my
robe and was just drying my face as Crystal came in all sweaty from her
run.

"Hi, my dear," I greeted, not sure what our relationship would be like
today after yesterday.

"Hi, Mom," she smiled back, looking around for Michael.

"He's in the shower, I think," I said.

"So we have enough time?" she smiled.

"For what?" I asked.

"For you to have some breakfast," Crystal said, tugging down her shorts.

"Not here, Crystal," I said firmly.

"Are you disobeying me?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Last night was a mistake," I said.

"Is that what you think?" Crystal asked.

"Yes," I insisted. "I'm your Mother."

"And my pet," she added, emphasis on the 'my'.

"No," I said. "Plus, you're flying back home in a couple of days."

"All the more reason to enjoy the weekend," she smiled, moving towards me
very like Michael had just a few minutes ago.

Still prevaricating, I offered, "Tell you what. We all need to leave
soon, but you and I can resume our mommy-daughter time after we return
from Michael's graduation."

"Hmmmmm," she said, staring me in the eye.

"Then we'll have enough time for me to be your complete mommy-slave
fuck-toy," I offered, speaking crudely in hopes of gaining her agreement
to postpone things, and to give Michael time to plot his own seduction
plan for her.

"I don't know, my cunt is calling your name," she said.

"Please, just wait till then," I said, adding, "And then I'll do anything
you order me to."

"Anything?" she asked, such terms being rather all-inclusive and lacking
in wiggle room.

"My body is your canvas," I replied, sounding corny as hell.

"Okay, Mommy, I'll behave until after the graduation. But then you are
fucking mine," Crystal said, slapping my ass and leaving me alone in the
kitchen.

I shook my head, wondering what I'd gotten myself into. You know the
First Rule of Holes? When you find yourself in one, stop digging? I just
didn't seem able to stop digging, and between first Michael and now
Crystal, I was already in very deep.

**********

The graduation was boring, like they always are, but both Crystal and I
got a few extra looks because of our gowns, which were rather over the
top for a high school graduation... both of us truthfully outshining many
of the teenage girl graduates. Crystal had decided for neither of us to
wear bras, and as we mingled with people before and after the ceremony,
the freedom our large breasts enjoyed were attracting many an eye. I
liked getting those looks and, although I was nervous, I was also really
excited to see how Michael planned to deal with Crystal later today.

Michael found us after the ceremony and said, "Wow, you two. This is a
graduation, not a pickup bar."

I quipped, "We just wanted to make you look good."

Crystal added sharply, "Especially because you can't do it yourself."

"Love you too," Michael replied, trading shots like they always did. "But
seriously Crystal, you look super hot."

"Yuck... like I'm your sister," she said, her face scrunching up like a
dried raisin.

"I just said you're hot, not that I wanted to fuck you," Michael
rebutted, shocking her.

"Michael!" she gasped.

"I need a picture of my big man," I said, trying to change the subject,
the innuendo transparent to Crystal, but not to Michael.

I'd taken a couple of pictures of Michael when Frederick arrived.

Frederick's eyes went instantly to our mobile chests and he repeated
Michael's sentiments, "Holy cow, Ms. Lodge and Crystal, you two are the
hottest girls here."

Crystal glared, not a diplomatic bone in her body, "And you look just as
nerdy as you always have."

Frederick quipped back, "I know you love me, Crystal. One day you'll
accept it."

"When hell freezes over," Crystal snapped back.

"With all this climate change, that could be sooner than you think,"
Michael quipped, clearly foreshadowing his full intentions (at least to
me), which Crystal was oblivious to.

"Why don't I take a picture of your whole family," Frederick offered,
ignoring the insult.

I agreed, "Thanks, Frederick, that would be great. I don't get my two
babies together very often anymore and never while we're dressed so...
maturely."

I got Michael to stand between Crystal and me, and Frederick took a few
pictures.

Once the impromptu photo op was over, Michael slyly pinched my ass and I
yelped.

Crystal looked at me and asked, "You okay, Mom?"

"Oh fine, I just had a bee land on my neck for a moment," I said,
blushing.

"So what are you two studs up to now?" I asked.

Crystal laughed, "I'll bet an all-night marathon of dungeons and dragons."

"That was last weekend," Frederick countered, ignoring her sarcastic tone
completely.

Michael said, staring directly at Crystal, "Oh, I plan to have a very
eventful evening."

Crystal, not catching on at all to the sex in her brother's implications,
laughed, "Oh, I'm sure you do."

I said, "Well Michael. You two have fun."

"You too," Michael smiled, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Once the boys were gone, Crystal asked, "Ready to go home and play?"

"Oh Crystal, let's go and get a bite to eat first," I said, trying to
delay the inevitable as long as possible and give Michael more prep time
for whatever he had in mind.

"Sure," Crystal said, "Although my plans for our playtime do include you
eating a fair amount."

"Crystal!" I gasped playfully, enjoying the sexual word play. All
responsibilities for how the remainder of the day turned out were in the
hands of Crystal and Michael, so all I had to do was whatever I was told
while I enjoyed the sex.

Oh! Except that I couldn't come until Crystal submitted to Michael. That
could be a challenge.

"Let's go," Crystal said. "I can't handle all these horny teenagers
staring at me."

"Well, you look good enough to eat," I quipped, unable to resist her
setup line.

"Mother!" Crystal mocked shock.

I laughed, "Look what you've done to me."

"Oh, it's only the beginning," Crystal purred, as we headed to my car.

At the restaurant, I decided it was time to begin planting seeds in
Crystal's mind that she wasn't as dominant as she thought she was. As we
waited for the bill following a dinner dripping with sexual innuendo, I
announced out of nowhere, "Crystal, I have something I need to tell you."

"What is it now?" Crystal asked irritably, her dislike of surprises one
of her biggest flaws.

"I have a Master," I announced. I did it bluntly, to shock her.

"Excuse me?" she gasped.

I repeated, "I have a Master."

"What? Who?" she asked in annoyance.

"I can't say," I answered.

"Tell me!" she demanded.

"I can't," I repeated.

"I'm your Mistress, Mommy-slut," she pointed out.

"But I had a Master first, and my primary loyalty is to him," I stated,
before adding, "It was his idea for me to seduce you."

"I can't believe this," Crystal said in frustration, as the waitress
showed up with the bill.

I took the bill and stood up.

Crystal warned me, "This conversation isn't over."

"Of course not," I nodded, before adding, "but I won't reveal who he is.
He'll reveal himself if he chooses."

"Fuck," Crystal cursed, storming away.

I paid the bill and joined her in the car.

The entire drive home Crystal stewed, pissed off and giving me the silent
treatment until she broke the silence and announced, "I think we need
some new toys for tonight," and instructed me to pull into an adult store
we were passing.

"You going to fuck Mommy?" I asked, unable to turn off my insatiable
desire to submit, and to be a complete slut, as well as to continue
stirring the pot.

"Or vice versa," she shrugged, leading me into the store.

I learned, in case it wasn't already obvious, that my daughter was as
sick, twisted and kinky as her Mother. She made me buy a double ended
dildo, two different sizes of strap-ons, some furry handcuffs, a
blindfold, a vibrating butt plug, and a choker, which she fastened onto
me right in front of the older man at the checkout.

While doing so she intoned an impromptu litany: "This choker is to be
worn at all times as a constant reminder of who owns your cunt," before
adding for dramatic effect, and to humiliate me even further in front of
someone, trying to establish her dominance in spite of what I'd said
about a Master, "and who owns your cunt?"

"You do, Mistress," I replied, playing the role of submissive even while
I crossed some mental fingers.

"What else am I to you, slut?" she asked, putting the collar on me.

"My daughter," I answered in front of the checkout guy.

"Pay for our sex toys, Mommy-slut," she ordered, before asking the older
man, "is there a glory hole in this dump?"

"No, ma'am," the older man replied, as she shocked me once again...
willing to have her Mother suck a stranger's cock... which instead of
resenting, I found to be a turn on.

"Too bad," Crystal shrugged.

Unfazed... it would probably have been fun ... I couldn't help myself as
I tossed out, "I really could use a load or two."

The man's face displayed utter shock, which is really saying something,
because one would have to assume he saw a lot of crazy shit going down in
that store.

"Pay the man, Mommy-slut," Crystal ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," I replied agreeably, enjoying getting this stranger
going. Our tits were still freely swaying around in our bodices, which
added to the fun.

Once we were outside, Crystal ordered, "Stick the vibrating butt plug in
your ass, Mother."

"Here?" I asked, seeing a few people within viewing distance of us.

"Yes," Crystal said, pointing to a side alley that probably would hide my
public act, but no guarantees. "We need to get that ass of yours trained."

I replied, partly to shock her again, partly to avoid having to put it
in, but mostly to remind her she wasn't ultimately in charge, "I'll do it
if you wish Mistress, but it isn't really necessary. Master pounds my ass
regularly."

"You really are a nasty slut, aren't you, Mother?" she asked.

"Master has opened up my inner slut," I replied rather matter-of-factly,
before adding with a chuckle, "literally."

"Nevertheless, go plug your ass, Mother," Crystal again instructed.

"Okay," I said, for the first time tentative about obeying an act. What
if a cop saw me?

I moved to the concealment of the alley and was just lifting up my dress
when Crystal added, "Be sure to turn it onto vibrate."

I turned it on and awkwardly (if anyone was watching, I imagine it would
have been hilarious) inserted the vibrating plug in my ass.

I returned to Crystal who quipped, "Ready to buzz off?"

"Frankly I'd rather just get ass fucked," I answered, which, although I
was trying to shock her, was the truth.

Back in the car as Crystal drove, it was impossible not to be distracted
by the constant vibrations. Although Michael had pounded me back there
many times, including earlier today, the vibrations caused a different
pleasure. Also, because it just sat lodged inside me and wasn't slamming
in and out, it was more of a frustrating tease... not getting me off,
just making me want to get fucked... hard. Thinking of Michael's big cock
plugging my ass, I moaned.

Crystal said, "Already thinking of getting ass fucked, Mother?"

"God, yes," I moaned, although it was Michael's cock in my mind and not
her strap-on.

Crystal pulled into a 7-11 and told me, "I'll be back in a minute."

I seized the opportunity to text Michael:

Master

Crystal has just bought some strap-ons, double-ended dildos, handcuffs
and a blindfold. Also a vibrating ass plug which is already inside me. We
should be home in twenty minutes.

Michael texted back almost immediately:

Delicious... will text you later... make sure you keep your phone with
you at all times.

I texted:

Of course Master.

Just before Crystal returned to the car, I erased our conversation in
case Crystal somehow got hold of my phone.

She returned and drove in silence.

Once we were in our driveway, Crystal asked me again, "Who is your
Master?"




"I can't tell you."

"Do I know him?"

"Yes, but you'd never in a million years think of him in such a way," I
answered, loving that I was giving her so many hints and yet she remained
oblivious.

"I'm going to find out."

"Perhaps. But if you do, you'll end up on your knees serving him... not
that you'll mind," I warned, praying I was foreshadowing the truth.

"Unlikely," she scoffed.

"He's a very powerful young man," I answered.

"How young?" She asked.

"Close to Michael's age," I answered, barely able to withhold my laughter
as I mentioned my Master's name.

"A kid? Holy shit, mother, you really are a slut." Crystal declared. "Is
he a friend of Michael's?"

"Not really," I answered truthfully.

"Let's get inside, this conversation is only getting me frustrated."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied, secretly enjoying driving her crazy, as she'd
done to me throughout her teen years.

She sighed, "If I were really your Mistress, you'd obey me without
conditions."

"True. But no matter how much I enjoy serving you, and I confess that I
do, I had a Master first," I replied, "and he's very convincing."

"Fuck!" she snapped, storming out of the car and slamming the door.

I gathered our purchases and followed her in.

The moment we were inside, she was already out of her dress. She grabbed
my hand and led me into the kitchen and ordered me, "Get out of that
dress."

I obeyed, wondering when Michael planned to arrive home.

"On all fours," she ordered, as I stood in front of her wearing only my
thigh highs (in our house, shoes came off the moment we came in the door)
and the buzzing butt plug which was still lodged in my ass.


I again obeyed as she reached into the bag of new toys and pulled out a
strap-on.

I watched her fasten it to her slender figure and walk over to me.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, Mommy-slut," she said, her tone
still brimming with frustration and anger.

"Twice is nice: Master already did that today as well," I said, giving
her another major hint as to who he was.

"What!?!"

"Yes, while you were out jogging," I answered, relishing the obvious
hints I was giving her.

"You got ass fucked just before I came in from my run?" she asked,
incredulous.

"Yep. Remember how I was drying my face off as you walked in? I'd just
finished washing my Master's cum off of it," I added, really enjoying the
confused, frustrated looks on Crystal's face.

"Where was Michael while this kid was giving you a facial?" Crystal asked.

"Upstairs getting ready," I lied.

"You got ass-fucked while your son was upstairs?" Crystal asked, still
skeptical.

"I obey Master without hesitation," I answered, "He owns me."

"So what if he walked in here right now?" Crystal asked, looking down at
me.

"You'd see a whole new side of your Mother if Master chose to allow
that," I answered, "and before you knew it, you'd more than likely join
me on your knees serving him."

Just then my cell buzzed.

Crystal seized my phone and checked the message. "Well, speak of the
devil."

"What does it say?" I asked.

"Be there in thirty minutes, slut. I expect you on all fours and ready,"
Crystal read out.

"Oh dear! You should leave," I urged her, pretending to be concerned for
her, even though I knew there was no chance in hell she'd comply.

"Fuck that," she said, "I can't wait for him to catch me fucking you."

"You want my Master to catch us committing incest?" I asked, mock
horrified.

"Why not?" she shrugged, "he already knows you're a dirty whore, so we
might as well prove it."

"Oh, trust me," I smiled. "I've definitely proven it."

Crystal kneeled behind me, pulled the plug out of my ass and replaced it
with her plastic cock.

"Aaaah," I moaned, "Yes, fuck Mommy's ass!"

"How big is your Master?" She asked.

"Eight inches," I moaned between her hard, deep thrusts.

She'd been pounding my ass for a few minutes, when the front door opened,
way earlier than the thirty minutes mentioned in the text message.

"You're early," Crystal called out, claiming her territory.

Michael called out "Early for what?" just before turning the corner and
feigning shock, "What the fuck?!"

Crystal hurried to cover her breasts as Michael and Frederick walked in
on our incestuous act, her strap-on jerking out of my ass as if it had
been burned.

Frederick said, staring at us, "Wow!"

"Stop staring, you fucking perverts," Crystal snapped, mortified at being
caught by her brother and his friend.

"We're the perverts?" Michael laughed. "You're the one with a strap-on in
Mom's ass."

"Wow!" Frederick repeated, drooling over Crystal's bod. Like me, all she
was wearing was thigh highs, plus in her case, the strap-on.

"Just go away," Crystal demanded.

"Go away so you can sodomize our Mom?" Michael asked, "I love my Mom!"
trying to keep a straight face even though he was thoroughly enjoying
Crystal's embarrassment.

I feigned embarrassment, even though I remained on my knees in obedience
to both of my dominant teens, "Michael, it's not what it looks like."

"It looks like Crystal was fucking your ass," Michael said, "it's
something different?" looking directly at me.

"Okay, it is what it looks like," I said, "but I can explain."

"Okay, go for it," Michael said, looking intrigued.

"Crystal is my Mistress," I confessed shamefacedly as if I were imparting
humiliating news, before adding, "and we were setting the stage for my
Master to show up, so she could put him in his place."

"You have a Master?" Michael gasped.

"Yes, I'm so sorry my son, I also have a Master," I admitted, pretending
to be mortally embarrassed.

Crystal snarled, "So now you know. Leave the room so we can get dressed."

With a smile Michael dropped his horrified façade and ordered, "We
won't. Get on your knees, Crystal."

"Excuse me?" she gasped, shocked by her timid brother's astonishing order.

Michael's stern and unaccustomed (to Crystal) expression didn't change at
all as he accused, "Crystal, you're such a condescending bitch."

"Excuse me?" she gasped again. This wasn't a Michael she'd ever seen
before.

Michael continued smugly, "My apologies. Was 'condescending' too big a
word for you?"

"Fuck you," Crystal shot back.

"Thanks for the offer; I plan to," Michael replied.

"Excuse me?" Crystal repeated, again surprised by his response. It was
obvious to me just from this brief exchange that Michael was the true
dominant here, although I'd already demonstrated that on my own, their
Mother couldn't stand up to either of them.

"Your college education really isn't helping you much," Michael quipped,
before speaking more slowly, "I'm... going... to... fuck... you."

"You're sick," Crystal said.

"Says the daughter who was just caught using her own mother as a sexual
plaything," Michael countered.

Crystal was speechless, which I'd never known was even possible.

Michael continued, "Plus, there can't be a Mistress in this house,
there's already a Master. Isn't that right, Mommy-slut?"

All the attention... especially Crystal's... shifted to me as Michael
turned his gaze my way.

"Yes, Master," I nodded, feeling liberated at finally having the heavy
secret removed from my shoulders as I resumed my true role as submissive
to my son.

"Is my Pet Mommy hungry?" Michael asked.

"Famished, Master," I smiled, not only willing and able, but downright
eager to submit to him completely. The fact that Crystal was right here
watching us was icing on the cake. I also thought it pretty cool that
Frederick was present.

"Well, come get your snack," Michael said, turning his gaze back to
Crystal.

Crystal watched in stunned silence as I crawled over to Michael, fished
out his big erect cock and sucked it into my mouth.

"Mother!" Crystal gasped.

Michael answered for me, as I had a mouthful of cock, "You may have
thought you conquered her last night, and you even did somewhat, but that
was all part of the plan. You see, our Mommy is my pet... my Pet Mommy."

I bobbed hungrily like a porn star, taking all of Michael's cock in my
mouth, trying to impress both him and Crystal.

Crystal asked in disbelief as she finally put the pieces together,
"Michael is your Master?"

"I stand corrected, college really has paid off for you. You can add two
plus two and figure out that my Mommy-slut doesn't belong to you,"
Michael quipped, as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"And what do you think you're doing, you stuttering nerd?" Crystal asked,
mortified as Fredrick now walked nonchalantly towards me, unfastening his
pants.

"Tapping your Mom's cunt," Fredrick answered smoothly without a trace of
a speech impediment, as he kneeled down behind me and slid his cock into
my wet cunt in one deep thrust.

"Now get on your knees, Crystal," Michael repeated.

"As if," she refused.

"It's obvious that you're a submissive in need of training," Michael said.

"It is, is it?" Crystal shot back not very imaginatively, her voice
dripping with its usual sarcasm.

"Well for one thing, you're standing in front of your own brother and his
friend with almost no shame that we can see your tits, and all that's
hiding that cunt of yours is a strap-on," Michael explained, as he pulled
his cock out of my mouth while Frederick kept fucking my cunt.

Crystal snapped, "I'm out of here."

"Stop!" Michael demanded sharply.

Crystal obeyed.

"Mom, do you want Crystal to join you?"

"God, yes," I answered, looking directly at Crystal.

I could see confusion all over Crystal's face as mixed emotions swirled
around inside her. She'd just recently become a Domme, but now she'd just
gotten caught committing incest by a couple of nerds, a class of people
she'd always thought despicable, and one of whom was her own brother.
She'd always put him down almost out of habit, but now she'd learned he
was my Master. And to top it all off, and I knew exactly what she was
feeling for I'd often felt it myself, most recently last night thanks to
her, she was being pressured by an undeniable need to submit. And what's
more, this urge, this compulsion, wasn't being imposed on her by Michael
from the outside, but Michael and this entire situation were drawing this
feeling, this need, from deep within her own core.

Nevertheless, she'd always been more stubborn than anyone I knew, so she
wasn't giving in. But I could see she was wavering.

I tried pushing her towards her tipping point, "Crystal, come and join
Mommy. I know you want to."

"I do not," she said, but her usual ringing confidence wasn't present in
her tone.

"Look at my cock, Crystal," Michael said. "It's either going back inside
Mom... or it can go into you."

I loved Michael's confident demeanour, one that I knew he hadn't ever
experienced before I seduced him. But now he brimmed with an overpowering
confidence.

I moaned, wanting to put on a show for Crystal, to inform her how great
submission to my two men could feel, "Oh God yes, Frederick, pound my
cunt."

Frederick replied, pausing deep inside me, "No, Betty. Not until Crystal
joins you."

Crystal glared murder at Frederick as I pleaded, "Honey, please come and
join Mommy."

Michael added, seeing the struggle now very apparent in his sister's
eyes, "Go ahead, Crystal, come and serve your Master," as he shoved his
cock back in my mouth.

Because my face was now buried in Michael's crotch, I couldn't see
Crystal, but I could sense her inner struggle, one I only vaguely
recalled ever having, and that was decades ago. And was I also sensing
jealousy? Was she jealous because Michael and Frederick were fucking me
and not her? So unnecessary: I was certainly willing to share!

Frederick's cock was buried deep inside me but not moving, as we all
awaited Crystal's response.

Crystal finally asked, looking at the side of my head, "How? Why? When?"

Michael pulled his cock out of my mouth and ordered, "Go ahead,
Mommy-slut, tell Crystal how this all came to be."

So as we all remained more or less frozen in this strange tableau, I
retold the Cliff Notes version of my son's seduction, explaining my
motivation, and went into a bit of detail about Michael's regular usage
of all three of my holes. Crystal listened silently through my extensive,
graphic, sometimes even sordid story of my journey into incestual
submission.

Once I was done, Michael walked over to Crystal and ordered, "Knees, big
sister."

Her face burning red, her cunt soaking wet, she looked to me for
assistance, but I just nodded and said, "Do it, Crystal. Just like I did.
I promise you'll never regret it."

She protested, weakly now, her defiant fire gone, gazing helplessly down
at Michael's big hard cock, "But you're my brother."

"And Betty is your Mother, and you used her even though you love her,"
Michael countered, "so you can't play the 'incest is wrong' card."

"I-don't-can't-think-I-mean-what, oh, I don't know anything at all!"
Crystal babbled, too overwhelmed by the shocking revelations and the
shift in power to think clearly.

Michael placed his hands on her shoulders gently, no force, no coercion,
and instructed, "On your knees, big sister."

I watched as, in beautiful slow motion, Crystal hesitated briefly, like a
leaf in autumn hanging on for a few last moments before it falls
helplessly to the ground, and then slowly lowered herself to the floor.

"Good girl," Michael purred, his big cock now staring her in the face.

Crystal stared at Michael's cock, in awe of its size and the reality that
she was on her knees in front of her nerdy brother, the one she'd
ridiculed and bullied for years.

"Go ahead my pet, take my cock in your mouth," Michael instructed.

She looked up at him, her prior disdain for her brother gone and replaced
with a look of hunger in her eyes that I knew so well, before returning
her gaze to his cock.

I stared in complete voyeuristic awe as she leaned forward and took
Michael's cock in her mouth.

Part of me was proud of Crystal for joining me in submission to Master's
cock, yet another part was briefly jealous at having to share
him...thankful she was only going to be here for a couple more days
before heading back west.

Frederick resumed pumping his cock into my cunt as Crystal slowly sucked
her brother's cock. The incestuous scene between my two offspring was
incredibly hot, and it enhanced the pleasure I was receiving from
Frederick.

Michael groaned, "I've imagined this for many years, my new pet."

Crystal didn't respond, but just continued bobbing back and forth on his
cock.

After a couple minutes of Crystal sucking and Frederick fucking, Michael
pulled out and asked, "Does my big sister want her little brother's big
cock in her cunt?"

Crystal looked up and admitted, frustrated, "Yes, damn it."

"On all fours, my pet," Michael instructed, enjoying this newfound power
over his sister.

Crystal obeyed without hesitation or protest, her desire to submit having
now overridden her stubborn bitchiness.

Michael moved behind her and ordered, "Beg me, big sister."

Crystal sighed, "Just fuck me, Michael."

"That's Master," Michael corrected.

"Fine, fuck me Master," she corrected, not really buying into the
Master-pet thing.

"Frederick, come and fuck her face," Michael ordered.

"What?" Crystal gasped. "God, no. Not him!"

"I wasn't asking your opinion, slut," Michael said, his hands firmly on
her hips. "You didn't address me properly, and that results in a
punishment."

Frederick pulled out of me and grinned, "With pleasure."

Frederick stepped in front of Crystal, who exclaimed upon seeing his big
cock, "Shit, do all geeks have big dicks?"

Frederick answered by shoving his cock into her open mouth, and he began
slowly fucking her face. "I've wanted to see your lips wrapped around my
cock for years."

Michael asked, rubbing his cock up and down her pussy lips "How badly
does big sister want to get fucked?"

Frederick pulled out of Crystal's mouth as she answered in frustration.
"Stop playing games, just fuck me, Michael. Fuck me like you've wanted to
do for years."

He kept teasing her pussy as he continued, "I'm not sure you really want
my cock, Crystal. If you don't really want it, I know someone who does."

"Dammit, Michael," Crystal said, exasperated, "I just told you to fuck
me, what more do you want?"

"I want begging," Michael answered, slamming his cock deeply inside her
and pulling back out. "Not only do I deserve it after all these years of
taking your shit, as your new Master I know you need to do it for your
own welfare."

"Fuuuuck," Crystal moaned, as her brother filled her. When he pulled back
out, she cursed, "Dammit Michael, stop teasing me. Fuck your big sister."

"My slutty big sister?" Michael asked.

"Yes, dammit," Crystal answered in frustration. "Now shove that big cock
of yours in your sister's slutty wet cunt."

"You sure?" Michael asked, relishing the power he had over her, "After
all, am I not just your annoying geek brother?"

"You're being fucking annoying right now," Crystal snapped, her
pretentious persona not yet squelched.

"Call me Master," Michael ordered, slamming his cock deep into her.

"Nooooo..." Crystal moaned.

Michael kept his cock buried in her this time as he repeated, "Call me
Master, Crystal."

"Damn it, just fuck me," Crystal demanded, still stubborn.

"Mom, do you want my cock?" Michael asked.

"Oh honey, my beloved Master, you know I want your cock in any of Mommy's
holes whenever you wish," I replied, trying to sound sultry and alluring.

Crystal snapped, "Shut up, slut."

I looked at her and said, "Oh baby, you were never really my Mistress...
I can't deny I couldn't resist surrendering to you last night, but today
I followed your orders because Michael told me to, because I love
submitting, and to draw you in."

I stood up, walked over to her and added, "You were always an unruly
child, and now it's time to teach you your place. Like our Master told
you, you need to do it for your own good, to help you learn not to be a
bitch all the time."

Crystal winced like I'd just slapped her in the face, which, in a way I
had.

I pushed Frederick aside, he complied, and I stuck my cunt in front of
her face and ordered, with my support network now in place able to be
truly dominant for the first time, "Lick Mommy's cunt, you lowly slut."

Her shocked look was adorable as I grabbed her head and shoved her face
in my cunt. After a brief hesitance, I felt her tongue begin licking my
extremely wet pussy lips. I moaned, "That's it, Crystal, be a good cunt
licker for Mommy."

Michael began fucking her hard, each forward thrust forcing her face
deeper into my cunt.

"That's it, Michael, make your slutty sister your plaything," I moaned.

Crystal's licking was sloppy, her moans increasing as Michael continued
fucking her. I asked, moving my cunt away and moving my hand to her chin
to force her to look up at me, "Crystal, who's an incest slut now?"

"I-I-I am," Crystal stammered, as Michael shifted from slow fucking to
fast.

"You're what?" I asked.

"An incest sluuuut," she answered, her orgasm close.

"And who is your Master?" Michael interjected, still waiting for the
response he longed for.

"You arrrre," Crystal finally admitted, her hunger for pleasure finally
overriding her strong-willed personality.

"I'm what?" he asked, insisting on the full declaration.

"You're my Master, Michael," she admitted, before surprising me, her face
shiny with my juices, "and Mommy is my Mistress."

"Good answer, sister slut," he smiled, as he continued slamming into her.
"Frederick, go sit on the couch."

Frederick, who had been a silent bystander for the past few minutes, did
as Michael instructed, his cock standing erect like a lighthouse.




Michael pulled his cock out of Crystal, who had been bouncing back on it,
riding him hungrily, and she whined, "Nooooo, put it back in."

"Put what back in?" Michael asked smugly.

"Your big fucking cock," Crystal snapped insatiably.

"Nope. Go ride Frederick," Michael ordered, surprising Crystal again.

Crystal looked back at him, "Are you fucking serious?"

"Of course," Michael answered. "Frederick and I share everything. Isn't
that right, Mother?"

"They gave me my first DP," I revealed.

Crystal shook her head, "I can't fucking believe this."

"What?" Michael asked. "That Mom is my slut, or that you are too?"

Crystal stood up, turned to face Michael and answered, "That a timid geek
like you has such a dark, confident side."

"Mom brought out the Dom in me," Michael replied, winking at me. "Blame
her."

"And Michael brought out the complete submissive slut in me," I
interjected. "I'll take all the blame you like, it's worth it."

"I've now brought it out in both of you," Michael added, looking directly
in Crystal's eyes, his fingers playing with her clit.

"You love this, don't you?" Crystal said, still refusing to approach
Frederick.

"If you mean after all these years of my pretentious, hot, popular and
condescending big sister finally is being put in her place, yes, it's the
second-best moment in my life," Michael smirked.

"What was your first?" Crystal asked, although we all knew what he was
going to say.

"My biggest fantasy becoming a reality when Mom offered herself to become
my complete, submissive fuck-toy," Michael replied, looking at me.

I smiled, "Oh, Master, you say the sweetest things."

"Now slut sister, do as you're told," Michael ordered.

"Yes, Master," Crystal answered, finally abandoning the last shreds of
her defiance.

I watched as she trudged over to Frederick, but as she climbed on top of
him she said, her usual snark back, "Geek, I'm going to rock your world."

As Crystal engulfed his cock, Frederick countered, "No slut, I'm going to
fuck yours," as he bucked his ass up.

"Aaaaah Gaaaawwd!!!," Crystal screamed, as Frederick went deeper than she
knew was possible.

"That's right slut, worship me," Frederick quipped, which sounded as
nerdy as nerdy could be.

"Shut up and enjoy the ride," Crystal retorted, as she shoved her tits in
his face and began riding his cock.

I went over to Michael and asked, "Are you about to take her ass?"

"Of course," Michael nodded, kissing me. Breaking the kiss, he said, "You
did well, Mommy-slut."

"Thank you, Master," I blushed, "now go ass fuck her, make her your and
Fredrick's DP bitch."

"You really are the best Mom in the world," Michael complimented.

"And don't you forget it when you're busy banging Crystal or some other
slut," I replied, my hand stroking his cock.

"Oh, Mom, you'll always be my number one slut," Michael smiled, kissing
me again. This time with the passion of a caring lover and not a dominant
Master.

I returned the kiss with equal passion, knowing I would do anything he
wanted without hesitation. I loved him as a son, as a lover and as a
Master...he was in essence my perfect man.

He broke the kiss and whispered, "Go fetch the video camera, we should
have your daughter's first DP on video."

"I wish I had my first DP on video," I smiled.

"Me too," he said, slapping my ass. "Now go."

I ran upstairs to my bedroom and grabbed the video camera, not wanting to
miss any of the action. When I returned a couple minutes later, Crystal
was pleading, still riding Frederick's cock, "Please, not my ass!"

"Have you never had a cock in your ass?" Michael asked.

"Not as big as yours," she answered, her eyes wide with fear.

"Well then, I guess it's time to fix that," Michael smiled, moving behind
her.

"Please noooooooooo," Crystal pleading was adorable and hot... especially
after her dominant performance on me the night before.

Michael rammed into his sister without lube, filling her with all eight
inches of his rock-hard cock.

"You mother fucker," Crystal screamed, the pain tearing through her.

"Don't you mean sister fucker?" Michael laughed.

"Take iiiiit out," she pleaded.

I moved closer, filming my daughter's sodomy, as I comforted, "It's okay
honey, just relax. Once Master starts reaming that tight ass of yours,
the pain will fade away and an amazing fucking pleasure will take over."

"You're fucking taping this?" Crystal snapped, asking the obvious.

Michael quipped, as he began slowly moving his cock in and out of his
sister's ass, "Language, sis, I'm not sure you're getting your money's
worth at that college."

"Fuuuuck," Crystal whimpered.

I continued reassuring her, "Relax honey, the pleasure will come, and
then you will, too."

Michael added, "All my sluts must allow easy access to all three of their
fuck holes, big sister."

"You perverrrrt," Crystal whimpered, but with a slight smile.

"Slut," Michael countered, picking up the pace.

"Sister fucker," Crystal quipped back.

"Brother fucker," Michael shot back.

"Oooooooh, fuuuuuck!" she screamed.

After a couple minutes of slow ass fucking, Michael ordered, as he
slammed his cock deep into her ass, "Beg to get ass fucked, my pet
sister."

"Oh shit, fuck, God," Crystal babbled, her body trembling as the mixture
of pleasure and pain hit her fully.

"Close enough," Michael laughed, as he began to really fuck her ass. I
loved watching my daughter getting double-reamed, but I was also envious,
as I too wanted those two big cocks inside me.

She whimpered, getting hysterical and louder with each deep thrust, "Oh
yes, shit, fuck, oh Goddddddddddddddd!!"

Frederick quipped, "She likes it! She really, really likes it."

I laughed at the nerdiness Frederick couldn't turn off as he quoted a
commercial that was before his time. I giggled, "That she does, just like
her mother."

For a couple minutes, the only sounds were Crystal's loud moans and
Michael's grunts.

I asked her, "Does my slut daughter like getting her ass fucked?"

"God, yes, Mommmmmmy," Crystal moaned, close to orgasm.

"Is my slut daughter going to come from getting her ass reamed?" I asked,
still taping.

"Yesssss, Mommmmmmy," she whimpered, as her body began shaking.

Michael grunted, his warning grunt that he was close, and said, "Sister
slut, I'm going to fill your ass with cum."

"Do it! Come in meeeee," Crystal screamed, as her orgasm hit.

"Aaaaaah," Michael grunted simultaneously as my two children reached
mutual orgasms.

As soon as Michael pulled out, I thrust the camera into his hands and
buried my face in her ass, hungry to retrieve as much of Master's cum as
I could.

After a minute, Frederick demanded, "Ride me slut."

"I can't," Crystal said weakly.

Frederick, taking charge, flipped Crystal onto her back on the couch,
knocking me out of the way, spread her legs wide and slid his cock back
in her cunt. He fucked her hard, and Crystal soon began moaning as I
joined Michael, casually stroking his cock while we watched.

After a couple minutes of hardcore fucking, Crystal moaned, "Oh, Freddy,
fuck me harder."

"But I thought I was a geek," Frederick said, pulling his cock out.

"Damn it, Freddy, make me your bitch," Crystal demanded.

"My slut?" Frederick asked, rubbing his cock up and down her pussy lips.

"Yes dammit, bitch, slut, whatever you want, now please fuck the shit out
of me," she moaned.

"As you wish," Frederick agreed, raising her legs high and slamming his
cock not in her cunt, but deep in her ass.

"You fuckerrrrrr," Crystal screamed, surprised by having another cock in
her ass

Frederick pounded her hard, so hard the couch moved, before he grunted,
pulled out, moved his cock to Crystal's face and shoved it in her mouth.

He fucked her face as he said, "I'm going to come all over your face, you
fucking bitch."

He pulled out and began shooting his cum all over Crystal's face.

Crystal, who was close to coming, hungrily took his cock back in her
mouth to retrieve any last remnants of cum.

Being the sweet mother I was, I crawled between my daughter's legs and
completed what Frederick had almost finished.

I wasn't licking her for more than thirty seconds, when I felt my back
door filled for the third time today, while I felt Crystal's hands on my
head pulling me deeper into her wetness.

As I licked her and Michael fucked me, I realized our family was having
its first incest threesome.

Unfortunately it didn't last long, as Crystal flooded my face with her
pussy juice after only a couple minutes while screaming, "I'm coming,
Mommmmmmy."

I eagerly lapped her juices as Michael continued pounding my ass.

Michael pulled out a couple minutes later, as my face remained buried in
my daughter's cunt.

He moved to Crystal, pumping his cock and ordered, "Open wide, slut."

Crystal, although she was exhausted, opened wide, and seconds later took
a second load all over her face and in her mouth.

Frederick, phone in hand, snapped a few pictures of Crystal's cum-coated
face as Crystal protested, "Don't fucking take pictures of..."

Her protest was shut down as Michael shoved his cock in her mouth.

"This seems to be the only way to shut this bitch up," Michael quipped.

Frederick and I laughed as Michael slowly fucked his sister's face.

Frederick asked a moment later, looking at me, "Betty, what are the odds
of your helping me make my mom into a mommy-slut?"

"Is that an order, Master?" I asked teasingly, the idea of seducing
another woman a real turn-on after my failed attempt with Crystal.

"Since you ask, I think it is," Frederick grinned.

I shrugged as I dropped to my knees in front of him, "Tell me what you
want me to do Master, and I'll make it happen."

"I want you to turn my mom into a cunt-licking, cock sucking submissive
for me to play with," Frederick said, his cock getting hard at the idea.

"Yes, Master," I nodded, before taking his cock in my mouth.

Michael added, "I get first shot at your mom's ass."

"Fuck that," Frederick replied.

"Exactly what I plan to do," Michael retorted.

THE END

Continued in "Pet Mommy": Nerd Orgy



"Pet Mommy": Nerd Orgy



Son sets up gangbang for submissive Mom at Comic-Con.  



Summary: Son sets up gangbang for submissive Mom at Comic-Con.

Recap: This is part five of a series. Obviously in my opinion, you should
read parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 first, as they will help you understand how the
mother ended up where she is now; but in case you have already read the
first four parts and need reminding of the basic plot, or just want to
start here on part five for whatever reason... here is a very brief
summary of the story so far.

"Pet Mommy": Creating a Mommy-Slut: A mother learns her son fantasizes
about fucking her, and realizing how much he resembles her deceased,
dominant husband, she decides to make his fantasy a reality by seducing
her son and offering to become his submissive pet mommy.

"Pet Mommy": DP Mommy Slut! The mother's dominant son makes another
fantasy come true... her first double penetration.

"Pet Mommy": Fucking with Mommy Slut: The mother's task is to seduce her
daughter and give her to her son as a present for his high school
graduation... alas, the plan goes terribly astray when the daughter
claims the mother for herself.

"Pet Mommy": My Daughter Submits: The mother assists in completing the
task she failed in part 3... getting her daughter to submit to her son.
After a failed attempt, this time she succeeds.

Notes: Thanks as always to my editors Wayne, goamz86, Robert and Mike in
2015, and to Tex Beethoven for a fresh polish in 2019.

Nerd Orgy

It was a crazy few days with both my daughter's and my being fucked by my
son, her brother, our Master. (In case that's confusing, all three of
those guys were the same eighteen-year-old. Kind of like the time a rural
gentleman introduced me to "my sister and my wife" when there was only
one gal with him.)

Michael revelled in his power over us, particularly over his sister,
who'd treated him so badly for most of his life. They say payback is a
bitch, and this was definitely the case both literally and figuratively
as Michael dominated his sister for the rest of her visit. On the day she
was leaving, he shot three loads on her face and required her to wear his
cum all day, not allowing her to wash her face at all until she arrived
in her home on the west coast. She was required to send pictures while in
line at security, on the plane, in the taxi on the way home, and finally
from her own bathroom. To my complete astonishment she obeyed this
command and texted us the evidence, even though she was no longer in
Michael's presence and wouldn't see him again for at least several months.

Once she flew back to her summer job, it was again just Michael and me,
and on occasion Frederick joining in to make us a threesome.

As summer began, Michael asked, after depositing a load deep in my ass,
"Mom, what's a fantasy you'd really like to come true?"

"I'm already living the fantasy," I answered, which was true. Finding a
man I loved and trusted enough to be my Master was all I'd ever wanted. I
had never been so completely content as I was on the day I submitted to
my son, and every day since.

He smiled, "Me too, Mom. But what's the greatest fantasy you have yet to
fulfill?"

I pondered this. I supposed I could give him lots of answers. Now that
I'd committed incest with both my son and daughter, the thought of my
brother popped into my head. I also liked the idea of being seduced and
dominated by an entire sorority house. Yet, my biggest fantasy ever since
high school had always been to be gangbanged. The idea was hot for
several reasons:

-I wanted to have all three holes filled at once

-I love having cum shot into my mouth, cunt and ass (each of those
feeling different)

-I also like a guy calling me a dirty slut when he coats my face with his
sticky white stuff

-I wanted to see how many cocks I could take in one night, and how many
times I could come in one night

Finally, I answered, "Once I tell you, you may think I'm a bigger slut
than you already do."

He laughed, "Sluttier than incest?"

"Maybe, you judge," I shrugged, "I want to be gangbanged."

"Of course you do," he smiled, not remotely surprised by my answer.

I asked nervously, "Am I a bad Mommy?"

"So bad," he purred, as he slid his ready-to-go-again cock in my mouth.

After a couple of minutes of my sucking his cock, he pulled out and
slammed into my cunt as I quipped, "Of course, a perfect gangbang would
be a bunch of virile young men, each of them able to shoot a few loads in
a single night."

"Hmmmmm," he groaned, contemplating my fantasy.

During the next week I met with Frederick's mom for coffee, but I
couldn't even begin to fathom how I might seduce her. I complimented her
on her hair and touched her arm twice, but all in all the conversation
was very vanilla.

On Friday Michael announced, as I knelt in front of him sucking his cock
while he watched Dr. Who, "Tomorrow Mommy-slut, you get gangbanged."

"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, stupefied by such an unexpected declaration.

"I've set up a gangbang for you tomorrow night," he paraphrased himself
nonchalantly.

"With whom?" I asked, very curious and eager, although worried about
protecting my identity.

"Nerds," he answered.

"Do you mind being more specific?" I countered, slowly stroking his cock.

"Actually yes, I do mind," he countered, before adding, "now finish me
off; Frederick will be here soon, and I have to get into my costume."

I returned to sucking his cock, completely loving to have it in my mouth,
as I pondered what his plan might look like. I knew comic con was in town
this weekend, and thus the community was swarming with geeks and nerds of
every stripe. Yet, how could an event so G-Rated become the setting for a
gangbang with yours truly in the starring role? (Well okay, maybe PG-13:
some of those costumes got pretty sexy, but nothing you could get
arrested for.)

Even though I didn't know how Michael would pull it off, my cunt leaked
at his promise as my son shot his load down my throat, completing the
trifecta like he did almost every day (one load each in my ass, cunt and
mouth in no specific order).

He finished watching the episode as I gave his cock a nice warm-down
after his climax.

Finally he said, "Get some rest tonight, Mommy-slut, tomorrow night will
be a marathon."

**********

By the way, it's pretty much impossible to get much sleep when you know
one of your biggest lifetime fantasies is about to come true.

My mind was a mess, from complete excitement and a burning cunt, to utter
panic at the prospect of getting fucked by who knew how many complete
strangers. That said, the idea of being fucked by any strangers at all,
and used however they pleased for their pleasure, was also a major
turn-on.

I'd always craved being a slut, but now that I was a Mommy-slut, as
Michael loved to call me, I craved this scenario where I could become an
even bigger slut.

Thankfully, after masturbating to another orgasm, I finally fell asleep.

**********

Saturday morning, for only the second time since submitting to my son, I
didn't get a load of cum in any of my holes for breakfast.

Michael hadn't come home last night and I can't deny it, not getting my
morning load of cum threw me off. It had become my version of a morning
coffee, and without it I felt lethargic and crabby.

I showered, ate breakfast and read the paper, wondering where he was, and
what exactly he had in store for me.

It wasn't until after two o'clock when he finally texted me.

Mommy-slut



You need to go to Comic Cosmo and choose from one of the three costumes I
left with your name on them. Ask for Joey.



P.S. I'll be picking you up from home at 5:30 to be my date at Comic Con.



P.P.S. of course, you'll wear thigh highs with whichever outfit you
choose.



P.P.P.S. of course, no bra or panties.



Have fun.

I reread the text, my pussy tingling, having felt neglected by Michael's
absence today.

I sighed as I wondered what Michael thought would be an appropriate
outfit for his mother to go to Comic Con in... and likely to get
gangbanged in.

I drove to the shop and entered it, briefly flashing back to my earlier
adult store adventure where my daughter had fastened a slave choker
around my neck. Although this wasn't your typical adult store, this one
specialized primarily in racy and comic book themed costumes and videos.

Arriving inside, I went to the desk and asked for Joey. To my surprise,
Joey was female, a very pretty, voluptuous young lady.

"You must be Betty," she smiled warmly.

"That's what my birth certificate says," I responded, feeling a bit
flirtatious for some reason.

She laughed, "So, your boyfriend left you three outfits to choose from.
He wants you to try each of them on, and have me take a photo with your
phone and send it to him."

"Okay," I said tentatively, noticing her come-hither smile. She was
clearly intrigued by me.

"Follow me," she ordered, as she added, turning to an older brunette,
"Please look after things; I'm doing a personal fitting."

"Yes, ma'am," the brunette nodded.

I thought it strange that a woman in her forties would call a girl half
her age 'ma'am'.

Yet I followed her like the submissive I was, past the changing rooms and
into the back, that was in itself a large changing room.

Joey walked over to a table and picked up the first outfit. She handed it
to me.

"Seriously?" I asked; even after all the excesses I'd submitted to, this
seemed to be pushing it.

"Your 'Master', as he called himself, chose these three ensembles
himself," Joey stated bluntly, her tone amused and yet authoritative.

My face burned red with the realization that she knew I was a submissive
to a much younger man. I prayed she didn't also know he was my son. I
nodded, trying to appear casual but I don't think doing very well, "He's
a creative Master."

"Setting up a gangbang for you is indeed creative," she nodded
matter-of-factly, as she handed me the ridiculously revealing 'Princess
Leia' outfit.

I took it and asked, as I looked around the room, "Where do I change?"

"If you're feeling modest, there's a washroom right over there," she
pointed.

I went into the washroom and got undressed. I changed into white thigh
highs and white four-inch heels and finally the dress, and once I was
dressed in the ridiculously revealing outfit and looked into a mirror, I
gasped. Just like the costume the Princess had worn in the movies it
covered me from neck to ankles, but this version was clingy, and it
looked as if it had been shot through with dozens of fist-sized
projectiles which miraculously hadn't penetrated my skin. So even though
my nipples or pussy weren't quite exposed (if I didn't move around very
much), fully revealed were large and seemingly random portions of my
breasts, legs, hips, back, ass... everything was more or less on display.
It would be obvious to anyone at first glance that except for my thigh
highs and heels, I wasn't wearing so much as a thong underneath the
dress. And just like they had done at Michael's graduation, my
unsupported breasts were shifting around freely whenever I moved. It
looked like I was a porn actress on a very closed set.

"Come out and let me see it," Joey called.

Joey had suggested I might feel modest about changing in front of her.
That would have been nothing compared to this! I was mortified for her to
see me in this outfit! As I walked timidly towards her, I could tell from
the movements of her eyes that the fabric of my dress was shifting around
constantly, giving her frequent glimpses of all my goodies. And she
didn't try to hide that she liked everything she was seeing.

Yet, knowing that Michael was expecting photos, I forced myself to walk
out, leaving the last shreds of my dignity behind in the washroom.

Joey nodded, "Wow, you have a better body than I do. And I love how
everything is moving in and out of view like you're a walking peep show."

I had mixed feelings about the compliment, too complex to explain even to
myself. I managed, "Um, thanks, but I feel completely naked in this."

"There's one more piece to the ensemble," she offered.

"I hope it's a long cape," I joked.

Joey retrieved something from the table and walked over to me. "Your new
hair."

"I don't think that's what they'll be looking at," I pointed out,
realizing I would be every repressed geek's wildest fantasy.

"I'm sure you're right," Joey agreed, "but at Comic Con they want as much
authenticity as possible."

"I don't think Carrie Fisher ever had tits this big," I suggested.

"There," she declared, backing away. "Wow!"

"Wow, what?" I asked,

"You look a lot like her," she answered.

"I do?"

"Yes, there's a full-length mirror just past the door leading back
towards the store, go take a look."

I was worried I might have to walk back into the store, but thankfully
the mirror was in the corridor between the two sections.

Seeing myself in the mirror, I too gasped. I did indeed look a lot like
Princess Leia... a particularly slutty version of her, but Carrie was
never secretive about having adventurous sex, so I was sure she wouldn't
mind my portrayal.

Joey said, startling me by her sudden appearance as I stared at myself,
"I think we have a winner."

"I look like a slut," I pointed out.

"You are a slut, aren't you?" she asked, an unmistakable slap in the
face. It was one thing to be called a slut by my son, but this was
different.

"I guess," I said sourly.

"I apologize if I offended you, Princess; I'm pretty slutty myself, so I
meant that as a compliment. Let's take a few pictures to send to your
Master, and then you can try on outfit number two," she instructed,
snapping her fingers and directing me back to the oversized changing room.

I followed her obediently and stood for the picture.

"Pose sensually," she ordered, "not like you're going to a funeral."

I again obeyed, and as the flashes began (both mine and the ones from my
phone), I was drawn into my posing, enjoying the brief attention of being
a model.

After a dozen or so photos, she approved, "That was much better." She
went to the table and selected a Wonder Woman outfit, "Now go try this
one on."

I grabbed it and went to the washroom. I slipped out of my first
revealing costume and put on the next. This one wasn't nearly as blatant
as the other, even though it had far less fabric; it was a thong bikini
version of the Lynda Carter costume, with a narrow red bandeau made of
spandex more or less containing my generous breasts, and a powder blue
thong that made me very glad I shaved down there. It also had a gold rope
around my waist and a long but filmy red cape that covered my back
whenever I or the air stood still, but which floated in the air to
display my ass whenever it encountered the slightest waft of moving air.
The ensemble was completed by powder blue thigh highs and four-inch
high-heeled red sandals held in place with thongs wrapping around my legs
almost up to my knees. I didn't look like a walking peep show this time,
but I still looked slutty, especially with the thigh thighs completely
exposed top to toe.

I walked out, less nervous than I'd been in the Princess Leia outfit.

She nodded, "You look good in that one too, I love how it displays the
upper and lower slopes of those tits of yours."

"Thanks," I replied, noticing how the form-hugging spandex did really
display my breasts perfectly, including the way the shape of my hard
nipples was apparent even though they weren't technically visible.

"Pose," she ordered, as she lifted my phone to her face.

I again posed, enjoying her dominant approach to me.

"Here's the next one," she handed me a very colourful outfit. "Daisy."

"Okay," I nodded, having no idea who Daisy was.

I went back to the change room and began putting on the colourful
costume. This one didn't make any sense to me at all: it was a short
bright yellow dress with white trim, and the very opposite of sexy: it
was downright prim, I wasn't sure the fabric wasn't even flannel. The
skirt was short but not obscenely so except for the fact that my orange
thigh highs (with prominent white seams down the back) were visible top
to bottom except for my clunky white ankle boot two-inch heels. The only
other feature about the costume that could be considered remotely sexy
was that my arms were bare, up to and including part of my shoulders, so
if someone had a fetish about seeing naked arms, then it was game on.
Once the weird costume was in place, I put on the strange mushroom head
hat that came with it, and returned to Joey.

"Hmmmmm," she mused, as she looked at me.

"Who the hell am I?" I asked.

"Daisy," she answered. When I looked at her blankly she added, "From
Mario Brothers."

"Oh," I said dully, vaguely recalling Michael playing those games on the
wii before he moved on to a playstation.

"You can't portray her if you don't know who she is," Joey declared, as
she snapped a couple photos of me anyway.

"So, Star Wars peep show or superhero beach babe," she pondered.

"Definitely Wonder Woman," I declared, having felt slightly more
comfortable in that one than I was in the Swiss cheese Princess Leia
costume.

"We'll let your Master decide," she shrugged, as she typed on my phone.

"Okay," I nodded, knowing he'd pick the Princess Leia costume because he
was a Star Wars nut. Our last cat had even been called Chewbacca.

"And while we await his response, why don't you come and give me my tip
for assisting you?" she said, as she sat down on a chair and spread her
legs.

I could have protested, or at least feigned objection, yet my natural
desire to submit took control as usual. I removed my silly headgear,
walked over to her, dropped to my knees and tugged her panties down. Once
they were off, I leaned forward and began licking her overly hairy pussy.

"You really are as obedient as he said you'd be," she moaned.

I wondered what else he'd said about me, although mostly I was just
thankful he hadn't let on that I was his mother.

Joey's abundance of hair was annoying and awkward at first, but once my
fingers had parted a path to her pussy lips it became pleasant; her
scent, very like ocean spray, was a lot stronger from being captured in
her pubes.

"That's it, lick my cunt," she moaned, enjoying my tongue.

As her pussy got wetter and her breathing heavier, I moved up to her clit
and took it between my lips.

"Oh shiiiit," she moaned, grabbing the back of my head and pressing my
face fiercely into her cunt.

I kept licking until I felt a gush of wetness coat my entire face. I
hungrily lapped up her pussy juice, which had such a unique
day-at-the-beach taste to it.

When she released my head, she asked, "Could you taste your Master's cum
in my cunt?"

I was jealous that his first load today hadn't been shot in me, but I
gave her another slow lick, savoured the taste briefly and answered, "A
little."

She checked my phone, which had buzzed a couple times during our sexual
encounter. She reported, "He wants you in the Princess Leia outfit and to
be ready at your home for him to pick you up at five-thirty."

"Of course he did," I nodded, nervous about being seen in public in such
an outfit, even though the expectation of my gangbang was really exciting
me.

"Of course, he also wants you to buy all the other outfits you tried on,"
she added, standing up.

"Of course he does," I smirked, already imagining many hours of role play
ahead. But who the heck was Daisy, and would role playing her include
jumping up and down on a trampoline and dodging flying objects?

Ten minutes later I'd paid for the outfits, happy I didn't have to be
seen in any of them until Michael picked me up at 5:30, and I was just
getting to my car when my phone rang. It was Michael.




"Hi, my little slut," he greeted.

"Hi, Master," I responded, thankful no one was around to hear me.

"Did you enjoy your afternoon snack?" He asked.

"I'd rather have gotten your cum directly from the source."

"Oh, don't worry, tonight I'll make sure you get lots of it directly from
various sources," he tossed back.

Nervously, I confronted him. "Honey, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Mom, trust me. Tonight will be the night of your life," he promised.

"That night already happened the first time we fucked," I pointed out
bluntly.

"Oh Mom," he sighed, "That amazing night was for me, too; you really
rocked my world and neither of us have been the same since. But we both
know you want this. I'm not going to let you back out now."

True, I'd long fantasized about being gangbanged, the double fucking with
Michael and Frederick only enhancing my fantasy, but getting fucked by a
group of strangers, although it was exciting, was also utterly
nerve-wracking. "Fine," I said, my tone contradicting the meaning of the
word.

"Just be ready at five-thirty," he said, "tonight's going to be a lot of
fun for both of us. I can't wait to see you in action."

"I'll be ready," I agreed, although I still wasn't that sure what I was
getting ready for. Yes, I assumed there would be some sort of gangbang
with numerous dicks taking part, yet how and where were still total
mysteries.

"See you soon, Mommy-slut," he finished, before hanging up.

I drove home, my mind spinning with the possibilities, both the good and
the bad... yet, like getting DP'd by Michael and his best friend
Frederick, or seducing my own daughter, I was going to do whatever my
son, my Master, told me to. The moment I seduced him and became his slut,
I had accepted that he owned me mind, body and soul, and regardless of my
occasional trepidation, I wouldn't change a thing about that. And the
best part was that whatever happened I needn't worry about the
consequences; I could just go with the flow and invest myself
wholeheartedly in whatever my son wanted me to do... and be able to trust
he'd look after me.

So, as instructed I drove home, my cunt dripping with anticipation of a
night of craziness.

Looking in the mirror in my slutty Star Wars outfit, I knew Michael would
love it, and I even felt ten years younger... okay, the thigh highs
didn't go with the outfit, although I suppose she could have been wearing
some under that long white dress, but those plus the Swiss cheese effect
of the dress, definitely made me the sluttiest Princess Leia ever.

Michael showed up five minutes late, before coming in and saying, "Fuck
Princess, you look even hotter in person than in those pictures."

"Thank you, Mr. Skywalker," I smiled, loving to get such sexist
compliments. My cunt on fire and suffering from extreme cock withdrawal,
I asked, my words dripping with sexy naughtiness, "Does my son want to
pound his pet Mommy first?"

"Of course, I do," he answered, walking up to me, my cunt leaking with
anticipation.

"Good, because Mommy needs her cunt pounded so fucking baddddd," I
purred, rubbing his cock through his pants.

"Did you enjoy the afternoon snack?" he asked again.

"It wasn't the snack I'm accustomed to," I countered, dropping to my
knees, willing to do anything to get his dick in me.

"It was just an appetizer for tonight," he responded as I hastily fished
out his cock.

"Now can I have the full course meal?" I asked, before devouring his cock.

"You can get a nice load in your mouth," he groaned, "but your cunt and
ass are still off limits until we launch tonight's gangbang. The hornier
you remain until then the better: as they say, hunger is the best
seasoning."

I sighed as I bobbed back and forth on his delicious cock. I wanted to be
fucked... and fucked now, but until tonight's festivities I would have to
settle for a yummy load of his cum.

As I continued taking all of his cock over and over in my mouth, he
tantalized me, "Tonight is going to be your ultimate fantasy come true."

Again, part of me was horny as hell with the idea of being gangbanged, a
fantasy I'd been revisiting for years during solitary sex, yet the risk
of being caught by someone I knew, or of someone there learning I was
fucking my son, had me nervous.

"You want to be triple teamed don't you, Mommy-slut?" he asked.

Horny as hell, I took his cock out of my mouth and agreed, "God, yes, and
Mommy wants to be fucked all night."

As soon as I finished answering his question I resumed bobbing on his
cock, and as the clock kept ticking towards blast off, the idea of this
gangbang was getting more and more appealing.

"I have a dozen guys ready and willing to give you their young, hard
cocks," he continued. "And some of them may bring friends."

I moaned on his cock, the vision of a fleet of young, naked men lining up
to fuck me, my biggest fantasy.

"Oh yes, you will be fucked for hours," he continued, "loads being
sprayed and dribbled all over your body."

I took his cock out of my mouth and asked, "No coming in my mouth, cunt
or ass?"

He smiled, "Nope. I promoted it as MILF cum bath."

"Oh my God, you didn't?" I gasped, while continuing to stroke his hard
cock.

"I did," he nodded, before shoving his cock in my mouth, holding my head
still and beginning to fuck my face. I'd gotten very good at not gagging
when my mouth was roughly fucked, his whole cock filling my mouth so
fully, his balls bouncing off my chin... which made the act so much
hotter.

As usual, in less than two minutes my throat was being coated with cum,
the face fucking almost always the finale of a blow job.

I swallowed it all like a good Pet Mommy always does, although I really
wished he would have filled my cunt with that big load and made me come.

Pulling out, he asked, "Do you want the boys to come inside you?"

The question was adorable because it was so sincere, yet any part of this
conversation would sound utterly absurd in 99.99% of households.

I flicked my tongue over his cockhead to retrieve one last remnant of his
seed and replied, "I suppose I do, but only kinda. You're the Master.
Like I told you that first night, the thing that gets me off more than
anything else isn't some specific action, but my being totally under your
control and just letting go of myself."

"Fuck, do I love you Mom," he replied, pulling me to my feet and kissing
me.

My body warmed at the sweetness and the gentleness of the kiss. If one
could look past our incestuous acts and the very strict master-submissive
relationship we had, they would see a mother and a son who would
literally do anything for each other and who loved each other without
reservation. I knew what made him happy and he knew what made me happy...
and that's what I call love.

Although many people would call it sick, twisted, immoral and illegal, I
saw it as a mother giving her son everything he needed, and a son doing
exactly the same for his mother, although in a very different fashion.

Breaking the kiss, he said, "By the way, you'll have a mask over your
face the entire time to conceal your identity."

"Thank God," I gasped, relief rushing through me as the only concern I
had, my identity being revealed, was now resolved.

"But you would have gone without one for me, wouldn't you?" he asked.

"I'll do anything for you," I pledged, although I'm pretty sure I'd
already proven that.

"You're the best Mom ever," he smiled.

"Some people would call me a criminal," I smiled back, no longer remotely
concerned about social expectations or legalities.

"Well, if that were the case," he smiled, putting his cock away, "I'd
definitely be charged with aiding and abetting."

"Hopefully they could find an incest prison where we'd be put in the same
cell with time off for bad behaviour," I joked.

"Hilarious," he laughed, as he said, "I need to go change; I'll be ready
to go soon."

"I can't wait," I said, my cunt begging for attention.

"I know," he nodded as he headed upstairs to his room.

Fifteen minutes later he returned dressed as Darth Vader. I said, "I'm
effectively almost naked, and you're covered up from head to toe."

"I know, life is so unfair," he joked, his voice distorted.

"And even your voice is disguised," I sighed.

"Here's a trench coat for when we're in public," he said, after taking
off the mask, which fortunately contained the voice modulator, so at
least for now he once again sounded like the man I loved. "Although that
only means public public, not while we're in the hotel."

"You're so kind," I teased sarcastically.

"I am! I set up a gangbang to make my true love's ultimate fantasy come
true," he pointed out.

I countered, reminding him again, "I'm already living my greatest fantasy
just by being your Pet Mommy. Tonight will just be a high point, although
a very high one."

"Fuck, you're the hottest woman in the world," he said.

"Don't you mean the galaxy?" I fished, giving him a sexy pose.

"Good call," he laughed, as we headed out.

During the drive he told me about Comic Con and all the cool celebrities
there... none of whom were familiar to me.

When we arrived at the hotel hosting the nerd fest, he told me, "Time to
lose the trench coat, Mom. Ready to be drooled over?"

"Am I going to be the oldest woman at this thing?" I asked as I climbed
out of the car, 'lost' the trench coat and exposed almost my entire body,
occasionally even the best bits.

"Not even close," he answered. "Comic Con has attendees from newborns to
near death."

"I'm not sure if that makes me feel better or worse," I quipped playfully.

"Oh, I almost forgot, here's your mask," he said, pulling out a red and
green mask. It covered most of my forehead, my eyes and part of my nose,
leaving my mouth, cheeks, and the rest of my lower face available for
whatever.

As he handed it to me, I pointed out, "It looks like a teenage mutant
ninja turtle mask."

He smiled with his usual geeky smile, "That's because it is a teenage
mutant ninja turtle mask, a Raphael mask, to be precise."

"Good, I'd hate not to be precise," I quipped, adjusting the mask over my
eyes.

"Now you're practically unrecognizable," he joked.

"Yep, just like when Clark Kent puts on his glasses," I shot back,
"totally different," as I looked in the mirror.

"Trust me, they won't be looking at your face," he smiled.

I cupped my varyingly exposed breasts, "That's for sure."

"Let's go," he said, with an adorable look of teenage excitement in his
eyes.

"Yes, Master," I nodded, as he put his Darth Vader helmet on.

He took my hand and we walked into the hotel as a couple, which was
surreal and romantic, even if the end result would be anything but.

I whispered as we reached the lobby entrance, "I love you, Michael."

"I love you too, Mom," he said, although the tender sentiment emerged in
his sinister Darth Vader voice, which made me laugh.

As we waited in line to go in, I could feel every set of eyes roaming
over me. I don't know if they actually were, but it sure felt that way.

Once we were inside, he explained, "We'll do a couple hours of touring
first, then have dinner before your special surprise."

"I have to walk around like this for two hours?" I asked, suddenly
mortified.

"The surprise is scheduled for nine."

I looked at the clock and saw it was just after 6:30. Fuck, I cursed to
myself.

The next two hours were a whirlwind. I met other geeks, had my picture
taken with over fifty fans who wanted a picture with the sluttiest
Princess Leia ever, fended off numerous groping hands with Michael's
help, and was propositioned a few times (two younger women dressed in
Star Trek gear even offered to take me back to their hotel room
immediately). To be honest, all this attention was flattering, and by the
time Michael told me it was time, I was ready and willing to take on as
many cocks as he could find me.

Michael asked, just after watching me get hit on by two very attractive
younger women, "Should I invite them along too?"

I smiled, "I'm your whore Mommy-slut, you can invite anyone you want."

To my surprise, he went over to them and started chatting. I don't know
what he said, but I could feel a rush of shame accompanied by its
inevitable excitement coursing through me. Tonight I wasn't Betty Lodge,
mother of two; no, I was just a no-name three-hole cum slut willing to
suck, fuck and eat anybody served up to me.

He returned with a smile on his face, "They didn't want to attend the
main event, but I have their room number in case you decide you want a
cunt-cap after your orgy."

"You're such a sweetheart," I smiled, both playfully and sincerely at the
same time.

"I know," he nodded, taking my hand and leading me out of the nerd-a-thon
and into an elevator.

A rush of adrenaline gushed though me as I realized that the gangbang,
which I'd fantasized about my whole life, would begin at any moment.

"Ready, Mommy-slut?" he asked as the elevator doors closed behind us.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and asked, "May I have a quick
suck?"

"There are cameras watching us," the voice of Darth Vader pointed out.

Deciding, fuck it, I went ahead anyway and fished out his cock through
the thin fabric and quickly shoved it in my mouth.

"Goddddd, you slut," he groaned, running his fingers through my hair.

Almost immediately I felt the elevator slowing down, so I allowed his
cock to drop out of my mouth, stood up and teased, "You should probably
put that thing away, there are cameras in here."

He shook his head and I was treated to a voice-modulated chuckle as he
put his dick away just before the elevator doors opened.

He got out and went down the hall to room 1217. I followed.

Once he'd used his key card, I followed him through the door and laughed.
"You booked the honeymoon suite?"

"I go all out when I set up my Mommy-slut's gangbang," he said in his
regular voice, after removing his Darth Vader mask.

"So I see," I smiled, going to the chilled champagne and popping the
cork. The bottle fizzed over and I joked, "A rather premature
ejaculation."

"You may get a few of those tonight, you sexy thing," he laughed.

I poured myself a glass and quickly downed it before pouring a second,
thinking some liquid courage to loosen me up wouldn't hurt.

"We have about ten minutes before your playmates get here."

"Just enough time to have an appetizer," I purred, "without a camera this
time," dropping to my knees and taking his cock in my mouth.

"You really are insatiable," he groaned.

I moaned on his cock, bobbing hungrily.

"So do you want them to come in you or on you?" he asked as I sucked.

I took his cock out of my mouth, "I already told you. You're the Master."

"Then I think all over the outside of you just like I advertised will be
hottest," he said, shoving his cock back in my mouth.

I moaned on his dick in response, wanting at least one load of his sweet
cum to go in my mouth where I could taste it.

There was a knock on the door. He ordered me, "Stay," as he put his
helmet back on.

"Yes, Master," I nodded, realizing this was really happening.

He went to the door, opened it and asked, "Are you here for the cum bath?"

"Yes," two voices replied in unison.

"Great, come in," Darth offered chillingly.

I watched as two nerds, both looking to be in college and dressed as
Mario and Luigi, entered the room. Michael walked over to me and shoved
his dick back in my mouth. He said, "Sorry guys, you're a tad early. I'm
just giving my cum slut an appetizer before the starting gun."

"Holy shit, that dress might as well not be there, except to first
promise and then deliver," one said.

The other added, "She's even hotter than I imagined."

The compliments excited me, as did having them watch me suck my son's
cock, oblivious to the incest they were witnessing.

I bobbed even faster and enhanced my sucking and gagging sounds, wanting
to put on a real show for these two strangers.

"That's it cum slut, suck me like the fucking whore you are," Michael
cheered me on, knowing how such dirty talk gets me going.

Another knock at the door.

"Don't you dare fucking stop," he ordered.

I obeyed as I imagine one of the other two guys got the door.

"Hello sir, it this the cum bath?" someone asked, sounding shy.

"It is," someone else said.

Michael greeted, "Come on in, I'm just getting the slut's mouth warmed
up."

"Wow," the new guy said.

"Wait till you're using one of her three fuck holes," Michael predicted,
clearly enjoying the shock and awe being expressed by the nerds watching.

I kept bobbing, taking all of his big dick in my mouth and throat.

"Ready for my load in your mouth, cum slut?" Michael asked.

I moaned on his cock in response, hoping he'd deposit his seed down my
throat.

"Here it comes, fuck slut," he grunted and instantly exploded... Yes!...
in my mouth! I kept bobbing, milking every drop of his dominant seed.

As soon as he pulled out, I purred, looked at my audience of three, and
asked, "Who's next?"

Michael interrupted the proceedings, holding up a forbidding palm to the
three guys and reminded me, "You're wearing the only dress you have this
side of your house. Unless you want to go home tonight wearing lakes of
cum, I suggest you set it aside someplace."

"Good point, Master!" I gasped, and indeed it was. I lifted my dress over
my head, folded it neatly and walked across the room feeling eyes on my
butt, to set the dress on the windowsill before returning to where I'd
been, cupped my naked breasts to offer them to the trio of guys standing
in the entranceway who'd watched every move I'd made and purred, "Okay
studs, I'm ready for you; are you ready for me?".

The guy I hadn't seen yet, dressed like 'Where's Waldo', walked over to
me and asked, "Where big cock? Can you find?"

I laughed and joked, rubbing my hand all over the front of his pants,
"Oh, where oh where could big cock be?"

He groaned while I rummaged.

"Slut find big dick," I bragged, impressed by the completely hard cock
now in my grasp. I pulled his pants and underwear down and quipped, "I
free Waldo. Is hard. Is good."

The others laughed as I took the decent seven-inch cock in my mouth.

My son asked, "Are you two here to watch or to get involved? The slut has
two unoccupied holes at the moment."

"You're saying we can even fuck her ass?" one asked disbelievingly.

"Sluts have three holes for service, and she's definitely a slut,"
Michael answered, "isn't that right, slut?"

I took Waldo's cock out of my mouth and nodded, "Yes Master, all three of
my fuck holes are available to anyone who has your permission."

I then took Waldo's cock back in my mouth.

Soon I felt hands on my hips and I asked, "So who wants my cunt and who
wants my asshole?"

Waldo spoke up first, "I take cunt."

"Then lie down, big boy," I ordered, and then leaving my torso upright,
straddled his erect flagpole, leaving my mouth and my ass open for
business.

"Shiiit," he groaned as his cock disappeared inside me.

"Now Mario, let's see what's hiding in those trousers of yours," I
smiled, pulling the shocked nerd to me. I pulled his sweat-like pants
down, tugged down his Spiderman underwear without even breaking a smile,
and took his five-inch fully erect cock into my mouth.

"Remember boys, no coming inside the slut. You can come on her face, ass,
tits, hair, back, legs... or anyplace else on the outside," Michael
reminded everyone in his Vader voice.

Another knock at the door.

I ignored it... not my job!... as I rode one cock while sucking on
another, wishing the other guy would get over his shyness and just shove
his cock in my ass.

"Hi boys," Michael greeted, I guess addressing more than one.




"It's already started," someone else said.

"Still one hole available," Michael announced like a Star Wars carny
barker (as if there were such a thing), as I heard a couple of voices
speak up.

"Dibs," someone said, and I hoped my ass would soon be filled.

"Rock, paper, scissors," another someone said, which almost made me
laugh... the very idea that they were playing such a simplistic game over
who'd get to fuck my ass first.

To my surprise, they actually did it: I heard the hand-slapping.

"Yes!" one of the someones exulted a moment later, just as Mario groaned,
pulled out of my mouth and became the first nerd to shoot his cum on me,
spraying it all over my face. I saw some dripping off my eyebrow and
imagined how depraved I must look already, and that was only the first
load of what promised to be many.

I moaned, "Mmmmmm, what a nice big load."

"Oh Goddd," he groaned.

"Where's your friend?" I asked, a moment later.

Sheepishly, Luigi shambled over to me.

I greeted, "Buonasera, Luigi. Do you want me to suck your pene?"

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded, as I felt hands that weren't his on my hips.

"Ready to have a cock in your ass, slut?" someone asked from behind.

I looked around to see a guy dressed as Austin Powers, right down to the
bad teeth.

"Shove it right in my asshole," I offered, as I stopped riding the cock
in my cunt and pulled down Luigi's pants. "Oh myyyyyyyyyy," I said, as I
stared at a nice big nine-inch cock just as my ass was being filled.

"Fucking tight," Austin grunted from behind me as I leaned forward
slightly and took the nine-incher in my mouth.

I was being triple-teamed! Air tight for the first time!

Another fantasy coming true! Fist pump!

Although it was difficult to get into any sort of rhythm at first, I was
soon taking both cocks deep inside me while also bobbing forward to serve
the cock in my mouth.

Another knock at the door.

A moment later I was only remaining upright because Luigi was supporting
my head with his hands as he fucked my mouth. The challenge to my balance
was that I now also had a cock in each hand, so I was servicing five
cocks at once, something even I had never fathomed as a possibility.

It was exhilarating to please so many hot dicks at once as I moved and
was being moved in all directions.

Michael reminded the new guests, "Remember guys, you can fuck any of her
three holes, but only come on her outside."

"As you wish," the guy in my ass said, pulling out before immediately
spraying cum helter skelter on my backside.

"My turn," someone said, as whoever I'd just been stroking with my right
hand kneeled behind me and soon I had a different cock in my ass.

Seconds later Luigi pulled out, I got my second facial of the evening,
and fuck did this kid cum buckets, as he spray-painted my entire face,
his volume totally overshadowing any facial I'd ever received before. I
could hardly see for awhile because of the white goo that was now
dripping off my eyelashes.

As soon as he moved away, a much smaller cock replaced it and I was again
triple filled, while I was still stroking an anonymous cock with my left
hand.

"Shit, what a mouth," someone dressed all in green groaned.

"Slut, you ride me now," the forgotten Waldo with his dick still imbedded
in my cunt demanded.

I again struggled to get into some sort of rhythm, as three cocks pumped
in and out of me. I soon gave up and just remained still while my three
transient paramours did all the work, which worked much better.

After a couple more minutes, there was another knock at the door.

"I want to come on her face," someone said from behind me (I think it was
still Austin Powers), as he pulled out of my ass. The guy in my mouth
pulled out too, and I was soon being coated both front and back at the
same time. I opened my mouth wide, wanting to get at least a taste of
someone's cum.

The thought of how my face must look, now with four loads on it, made me
feel so fucking slutty. Wanting to change positions, I stood up, shoved
some random guy face up onto the bed with his calves hanging down,
impaled my ass on his cock, leaned way back so my back was resting on his
chest, beckoned some other guy to my mouth and called out, "Waldo, come
find pussy." He climbed off the floor, climbed between my legs, grabbed
my knees and slammed into me just as whoever I'd beckoned lay down next
to my head and jammed his cock down my throat. From rising to my feet to
resuming my status as an air tight whore had taken less than fifteen
seconds!

"Oh yes, now find slut's orgasm," I moaned, the triple penetration
feeling amazing, but not allowing me to get off, due to everyone's
awkward lack of coordination.

Waldo fucked me hard, likely in a similar state as mine: desperately
needing to finally come after too long of a wait. In spite of all the
sexy things I'd been doing today, I hadn't actually come since yesterday!

My mouth cock shot a sticky mess in my hair in less than a minute and
walked away. So now with no cock in my mouth, I could finally see
everyone there. At least ten guys were in a variety of costumes,
including the gold robot guy C-3PO from Star Wars, who was now playing
with my breasts, but incredibly awkwardly.

In a satisfactory DP position and being fucked hard at least in my pussy,
my first orgasm in probably twenty-four hours was rising quickly. "Pound
cunt, Waldo," I begged.

"Oh God," the icon groaned, slamming into me hard.

"Oh yessssss," I screamed a moment later as my orgasm finally hit.

Seconds later, he pulled out and his cum rocketed onto my belly, my tits,
and a bit onto C-3PO's right hand. The robot didn't seem to notice.

But it wasn't ten seconds later when the guy in my bottom shoved me aside
and shot arcs of cum into the air and onto my belly, then immediately
afterwards, the robot guy flipped me onto my side and slid his cock into
my recently vacated ass.

Another large guy I hadn't seen yet, dressed in a giant Yoda outfit,
moved onto the bed and moved his flaccid cock onto my face. Although the
position was awkward and he was somewhat disgusting, I used a hand to
take his cock in my mouth.

The golden gun in my ass roughly pounded me, while I struggled to suck
the cock that was... well, it was at least growing in my mouth, is the
best I could say for it.

Eventually the robot guy pulled out, flipped me back onto my back and
coated my tits with his cum.

"Come sit on my cock," demanded a guy lying on the carpet who was just
naked, no costume at all, and very handsome.

I got off the bed, paced over to him and, facing his feet, lowered myself
onto him.

He repositioned his cock at the last moment while I lowered myself, and I
was surprised to be taking all of his cock not in my cunt, but in my ass.
"Ohhhhhh," I moaned, "you bad boooooy."

I began riding his cock, enjoying the position and control.

After a couple of minutes someone said, "Let's DP her."

I moved my feet onto the naked guy's strong legs, spread myself wide and
offered my open cunt to whomever wanted it.

A guy in a Lone Ranger outfit with a mask moseyed between my legs and
placed his long thin dick against my cunt.

"Fuck me, Kemosabe," I smiled, wanting to try getting double penetrated
in this more challenging position.

As he slid his cock into me, the naked guy's cock still buried completely
in my ass, I began bucking back and forth fucking his cock, while keeping
the other lodged deep in my back door.

The sensation of having a dick buried in my ass while I ground myself on
it, simultaneous with getting my pussy pounded, caused my second orgasm
to hit me hard.

"Ohhhhhh fuck!" I screamed, leaning back onto my mysterious naked, hot
stranger.

The Lone Ranger kept fucking me and like most of the guys tonight, he had
a quick trigger and shot his load high up in the air, raining back down
on various locations on my belly, tits and neck.

"Keep riding me, slut," the guy in my ass demanded and I did, even as the
last tremors of my second orgasm were still rippling through me.

A couple of minutes of fucking him, and he lifted me up, flipped me face
down, positioned me on his cock and began fucking me, now in my cunt,
which I didn't like, ass to cunt, while he supported my upper body with
his hands pressed against my shoulders. Germs or no I screamed, as his
cock filled my cunt over and over, the unique position creating a unique
pleasure, "Fuck, yes."

He somehow kept fucking me while holding me up, and my third orgasm began
building.

I wrapped my legs around his, and just enjoyed the ride until he carried
me over to a chair and shoved his cock in my mouth. This fucker, I
realized, had just orchestrated his own trifecta of being in all three of
my holes. He roughly fucked my face until he pulled out and spewed his
cum just above my hairline.

I could continue giving details of the next hour, they're etched in my
memory (albeit chaotically), but instead I'll list them:

-I was triple teamed once more

-I was a rocking horse, fucking one guy doggy style while simultaneously
sucking another

-I was tit fucked

-I was fisted, which almost made me pass out -- guys' hands are larger
than women's

-and I had so many orgasms I couldn't even tell you how many...

Then I was finished off on my knees going clockwise from cock to cock,
until the eight guys still remaining standing all did a circle jerk,
coming on me from all sides.

I was literally drenched in cum. My hair, my face, my tits, my ass, my
back, and my nylon-clad legs were all sticky and white.

Once they had all gone, Michael asked, "So?"

"I've never been so exhausted in my life," I answered, lying bonelessly
on the carpet.

"Was it all you imagined?" he asked.

"And more," I nodded, before adding, "although I'm not sure I could do it
very often."

"I'm happy you enjoyed it," he said, "but I have to admit I was a bit
jealous of all those guys fucking you."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes, you're my pet Mommy," he said.

"And always I'll be," I promised, crawling to him and taking his flaccid
cock in my mouth... knowing that I would always love Michael as a son, a
lover and a Master.

THE END

Coming one day...maybe:

Pet Mommy: Porn Movie

Pet Mommy makes an incest movie where no one knows they are actually
Mother and son.

Pet Mommy: Road Trip

A cross country drive gives the son and daughter lots of opportunities to
play.

Pet Mommy: Seduction

Pet Mommy has to complete her seduction of Frederick's Mom.

Pet Mommy: The Mile-High Club

Pet Mommy and son and join the mile-high club.


