Will Wanton’s

Porn-writing Mother

Chapter 3

This story contains:

Gender Combo’s: Hetero Fm (15).

Sex Acts: none.

Fetishes / Other: incest (mother / son); dirty talk.

Chapter 3

“My nipples, son,” a croaky-voiced Stephanie said as she felt her son’s hand manipulating her tits as he was kneeling between her legs, in front of the chair she was sitting in. “Touch my nipples with your fingers, please.”

Marty let go of his horny mother’s tits, which dropped and jiggled back into their own shape, and looked at the reddish brown buds his mother was talking about. They looked as large as the nails on his middle fingers – larger even. The wide areolas were covered with goose bumps.

As he was somewhat aware of his mother’s legs on either side of his hips, he reached out with the tips of his index fingers, and carefully laid them on the tip of his mother’s nipples. He immediately noticed an intake of breath by his mom the moment the tips of his fingers made contact with the rubbery nubbins. Almost as if they were miniature joysticks, Marty used the tips of his index fingers to move the nipples around in circles, and as a result he felt his mother close her legs and squeeze his hips between them.

Stephanie felt an anxious sensation taking hold of her crotch as a result of the finger-administered teasing of her nipples by her son, and the sensation had forced her to close her legs, taking her son’s hips in a vice-like grip. She hadn’t had a man between her thighs for a long time, much less a 15-year-old. And this particular 15-year-old that she had locked between her thighs was her own son.

She looked down at the boy, licking her lips, watching him use nothing but the tips of his index fingers to steer her sensitive nipples around like little knobs. She needed some resolve not to groan out loud, and not to demand he stop doing something that sent waves of irritant pleasure through her body; irritant because it made her feel anxious and made her feel like just grabbing her son forcefully and do with him as she pleased. But as if the boy could read her mind, he retracted his fingers from the tips on her tits – which ‘flipped’ back into their natural position – and started rubbing over her areolas.

Marty moved his fingertips over his mother’s bumpy areolas, moving them carefully around the nubbins in the middle. Absent-mindedly he took notice of the goose bumps on the surface of them. It was as if he was trying to discover every single part and feeling of his mother’s tits under his touch; exploring them.

It was after this that the 15-year-old looked into his mother’s dark eyes – pleading eyes – and suddenly took hold of her large nipples between his fingertips.

“Is this what you wanted, mom? Your nipples between my fingers?” Marty asked his mother, halfway between his still somewhat present shyness and his newly achieved courage.

“Ooohh, yes, baby,” Stephanie groaned. “That’s what I wanted. Squeeze my fucking nipples. Pinch them; twist them; pull on them. Just play with mommy’s fat fucking nipples, son.”

And Marty did. Alternating between watching his own playing fingers and the look in his mother’s eyes, the teenager fooled around with the stiff tips as if they were little toys. He pinched them carefully, feeling them push back outward against the insides of his fingertips like pieces of rubber. He twisted them, feeling them naturally trying to twist themselves back into their natural state. And he pulled them forward, away from his mother’s tits, turning her breasts slightly cone-shaped until he released her nipples and her tits snapped back and once again bounced until they were still.

“Do you want to taste them?” Marty suddenly heard his mother say, with the same croaky voice he heard earlier. He looked up into her eyes and he saw she was smiling sweetly at him. “Do you want to taste your mother’s tits, baby? Do you want to suck on my stiff nipples and on my soft tits? Take my fat nipples into your mouth, huh?”

Before Marty - trying to imagine the act - could say yes, his mother had taken hold of her left tit herself, lifted it up to her face, stuck her pink tongue out into a pointed shape, and started licking all around her nipples. The tip of her outstretched tongue licked forcefully into her tit flesh, licking around the bumpy areola, around the stiff, rubbery nipples, and finally across her nipple, making it bend around as it was pushed by the licking force of her tongue. All of this happened as she was simultaneously looking into her son’s eyes. The boy could hear the breath coming from her open mouth as he watched his mother’s tongue lap at her own tit, lathering it wet with saliva.

Marty watched his mother retract her tongue back into her mouth – as she continued looking into his eyes – and then stretching it back out again. This time the tongue was covered with a thick, foamy layer of white spit, which was then smeared out over her entire nipple – areola included – by the tip of his mother’s tongue. When the mother once again retracted her tongue, a thick, slimy thread of spit was spun between her nipple and the tip of her tongue, until it broke when the distance between nipple and tongue became too great.

This whole event took place in a matter of mere seconds, but to Marty it almost seemed like minutes.

Again he heard an intake of breath by his mother when she opened her mouth, right before she clasped her lips around a big chunk of tit flesh, making the areola disappear into her own hungry, sucking mouth. Marty heard the sucking and slurping sounds as if they were right next to his ears, and as mother and son stared straight into each other’s eyes, Stephanie was sucking hard on her nipple and making her tongue lash against it as it was inside her mouth. She was sucking her nipple more for her son’s pleasure than for her own.

Finally her mouth came off of her tit with a loud slurping noise, and Stephanie licked her lips.

“Mmmm… Tastes good, baby. I like to suck on my fucking nipples like that. Licking them, making them wet with nasty spit. Wouldn’t you like to try, son? Do you want mommy’s nipple in your mouth and lick it, and suck it, and make it wet with your hot, nasty spit?”

Uttering the words made the woman squeeze her thighs involuntarily, and Marty felt it clearly although he was not aware what caused it.

The small amount of time that it took before Marty gave his mother what she asked for seemed like minutes, minutes within which Stephanie allowed herself to become aware that the scent of her leaking cunt had permeated the room, and thus should be obvious to her son. ‘Smell it,’ Stephanie thought to herself. ‘Smell your mother’s cunt, son. Inhale that sexy smell into your lungs.’

Whether Marty was actually aware of the smell or not became immaterial to Stephanie the moment Marty had leaned forward and had sucked her right tit deeply into his mouth.

Stephanie felt his hot, wet mouth engulf her tit flesh and the hotness of his breath washed over her skin. His wet tongue lashed at her nipples, his wet lips were latched onto the skin of her breast around her areola, and she could feel the warm, sticky wetness of her son’s saliva covering her rubbery nubbin.

“Suck itttttt…” the mother moaned as her eyes rolled upward into the back of her head and her head lay back against the leather cushion of the chair. Without really noticing she had done it, her right hand had found its way onto the back of her son’s head and her fingers reached into his brown hair. She was pulling his head tightly against her chest as her teenage son feasted on her right tit. 15 minutes ago she would have never imagined sitting half naked in a chair, with her son’s mouth audibly sucking on her tit. It was the stuff her stories were made of, but not the stuff she would have ever figured were possible in real life. In the overall nature of things to come, what mother and son were doing now wasn’t even all that much, and yet the mother felt more sexually liberated than her stories, and those of others, had ever managed to make her feel. Never had she been this horny. Never had she felt this good. Never had her cunt been this wet. Never had her panties been this drenched.

Stephanie felt like a mother character would in her own stories. And here she was, trying to write her own in real life, steering her son to do with her – to her – what she had fictional sons do with, and to their fictional mothers.

In between her thoughts, and the sensations of her son’s licking, sucking and pulling mouth on her tit, she watched him too. She watched his tongue dance around her nipple, making it wet with his sweet saliva, pulling at it with his lips, and lightly biting into it with his teeth. He was experimenting and exploring his way around his mother’s hot tit with his mouth, as her fingers roamed through his short brown hair.

“Marty…” Stephanie croaked.

Marty let his mother’s nipple loose with a slurp as he looked up into her eyes.

“Stand up, Marty. I’m going to show you something. I want to show you something, and do something for you that I think you will like to see.”

Marty got off his knees and moved from between his mother’s legs to stand where he stood before. Breathing quickly, Stephanie reached her hands down her hips, and took a handful of panty waistband in each hand. As she watched her son’s face, she lifted her butt from the seat of the chair, and pushed the sodden garment down her thighs.

Stephanie knew her son would have seen his mother’s bush as she did this. She sat her butt back down again, and lifted her legs, sliding the underwear – heavy with absorbed sweat and juices – along her legs. If Marty looked carefully, he would have seen the bulge of his mother’s hairy cunt lips between her thighs as her legs were up.

The panties slid down her lower legs and over her naked feet. Stephanie allowed the piece to dangle on her inwardly curled toes and dropped her legs down to the floor.

The horny, wet mother stood up and Marty could now see her in all of her naked glory. Her medium-sized tits, her taut belly, and the triangle of dark brown fur on her crotch.

Stephanie was totally, utterly naked in front of her son, from head to toe, from tits to pussy, and stood still for a moment to allow it to sink in with her boy. She could feel a stream of vaginal juice creeping, tickling down the inside of her left thigh.

Enjoying every fraction of a second of it, Stephanie walked around the chair to her bed, wiggling her hips and being aware that her round buttocks jiggled to her son’s gaze. He was seeing her ass now too, Stephanie thought with delight. Tits, pussy, and now her ass. And she was going to show him more; much more.

Read further in Chapter 4...

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