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Bosom Buddies
By: Phil Phantom
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
I am the horniest fifteen-year-old boy on the planet, mostly because I
have the sexiest, most beautiful mom on the planet - at least I think so.
She could pose in any of the classy men's magazines and be the centerfold.
Those models are super women. You never see them except in magazines.
Well, I live with a super woman. Maybe she's too old for posing in girlie
magazines, now, and maybe I'm prejudiced. I know one thing, I'd rather see
her naked in pictures than any of those women in real life. I'd crawl over
twenty masturbating centerfolds just to watch my mom take a shit in a
bucket.
My mother was the super woman that was still a mystery. I had seen what
they had in pictures, but I never saw what mom had in real life. I never
saw much of anything, and most guys I know see something. Most have seen
their mom in bra and panties. I know guys who see their moms naked all the
time and think nothing of it. I've seen their moms, and I wouldn't either.
The actress, Julia Roberts, looks a lot like my mom, though Mom has
bigger tits. Mom wears a 36-DD bra and I read somewhere that Julia is a D.
I don't know how much bigger a DD is over a D, but I can see the
difference. The difference sure shows when Mom wears her swim suit - a
conservative two piece but the top cups from under and shows the upper
swells of her breasts like a boob presenter - hooters on the half shell.
Mom has great legs, long shapely legs, but just seeing half of her
titties makes me so hard and so obvious, I can't get near her when she
looks her best. I have to wear a jock with a protective cup and that hurts
when you get a hardon. When she bends over in front of me, I have to
stifle a blood curdling scream.
My mom has hooters, big boobs, hunkin knockers and she hates when guys
stare at them or talk to them. Shit, it's hard not to. I mean, there they
are, out there, in your face. I can't help but look, and I try like hell
not to. I may be the main guy she's talking about when she complains about
breast men and how juvenile they are. She has never said anything to me,
but she's not the type to hurt my feelings on purpose. She only hurts my
feelings when I eaves drop. She won't look at my hardons, either. If she
does catch one, she'll look away. Thank god, because I'm always getting
them around her.
I have seen cleavage, lots of cleavage when she and Dad get dressed up
to go out. They do that a lot. She thinks cleavage is sexy and letting
the top part of her breasts show is sexy. Her swim suit sure is sexy when
she leans forward. What she shows all depends on the dress and the
occasion. I haven't seen a dress or an occasion when showing golden-tanned
tittie flesh didn't look sexy.
The only time I ever get to see anything is when she is trying on
various dresses and shoe combinations and Janet, my older sister, isn't
there to give an opinion. Mom has to know how she looks. If I'm the last
resort, I get drafted. When I get drafted, I make damn sure I have
something to hold in front of my dick.
She tries on selections in her bedroom. I face away during changes.
Just knowing she is stripping down right behind me is killer. She makes
her selection right before she showers, so she's naked with a towel wrapped
around her when I get the call to serve. Mom in a towel is killer, but
when the towel drops, you're dead. Hearing her get dressed is killer.
Hearing zips zip and snaps snap, and frilly things frill is killer. When
she's ready, I am told to turn around. A dead man turns and watches her
walk and turn, then sit and stand up, bend this way and that, then pose as
though in casual conversation with the hostess, then say, "What do you
think? Too much color? Too flashy? The slit's too high, isn't it? I
need more topside exposure. Okay, turn around. I know just the thing."
Whether she ever noticed that all I did was stand there and stare is
hard to tell, but I got the feeling she used me like a mirror. Somehow,
she'd know whether what she finally selected was right or not and I'd get
an honorable discharge, go straight to my room and give myself a
dishonorable one.
Mom tortured me but I don't think she meant to or knew how badly I ached
for her. She had to know I was horny for her, but I think she passed that
off as being horny for female body parts, not her female body parts in
particular. I wasn't that way around Janet and she's a good looking
teenage girl. I'm not sure Mom noticed, but Janet didn't interest me at
all. Janet knew it and wasn't the least bit modest around me, treating me
more like a sister than a brother. As long as Dad wasn't home, Janet would
walk around naked. We took baths together until Janet entered puberty.
When Janet had a good growth of pubic hair and tittie buds, Mom thought us
bathing together was inappropriate. We didn't and still don't. Seeing
Janet naked is no big deal, but I know a lot of guys would kill to see what
I see almost every day. Mom had to know that she was the object of my
young lust and featured in my wet dreams.
She had to sense my hunger when we were alone in a car together. That
wasn't often, but when it happened, you could part and fold the sexual
tension. I couldn't help staring at her legs, and she'd keep tugging on
her skirt because she could feel me staring. I had to stare at her legs,
because she drove with one arm shielding her boobs. She didn't have to
wear those damn skirts all the time. That's all she wore - skirts and
dresses - short skirts and short dresses unless going formal. The legs
always showed after she and Dad saw Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman." My Dad
is a leg man, and my mom loves leg men. I'd be a leg man too if she didn't
have such big boobs. I was trying. She just wasn't working with me. Did
she think leg men are born - no, you have to train them, show them what's
at the top. Show some pussy, that's how you make a leg man.
I would love to have the courage to discuss my philosophies with her,
but we talked of dumb, everyday things like the sports physical she was
driving me to, or track and field, or my chances at state, or her
impossible schedule, and then we got lost in a bad part of town and we were
going to be late which would throw off her whole day and might make her
late for the Bancroft's diner party. I'd get drafted for that one because
Julia had a date and Dad never got home before seven. The Bancrofts were
party animals, possibly swingers, which meant all the short skirts, high
slits, and low tops would come out. I had never done a Bancroft before.
Mom modeling her slut wear for me was what wet dreams are made of.
I was thinking of that when she stopped to ask this black guy where such
and such street was, calling out through my window which she sent down. He
didn't answer. He came up to check this babe out. He walked around the
car to go to her window which she lowered. The two guys he had been
sitting with took note and they walked, too, only they came to my window. I
didn't like the looks of this and jerked on Mom's sleeve as she was talking
to her guy. The other two were approaching the passenger side as she
shushed me. Just as I thought to lock my door, the doors opened and before
I knew it, I was shoved against Mom and had a knife pressed to my gut, The
other two got in back as the guy sticking me told my startled Mom, "Stay
cool. Drive where we tell you, or I'll show you this little mother
fucker's liver."
I didn't like the sound of that, and neither did Mom. Well, I liked the
sound of part of it. She stayed cool, but her thigh sure was warm. I
couldn't believe I could be thinking about the feel of warmth from her
thigh at a time like this, but I had shorts on and we were skin-to-skin.
I'm sure Mom wasn't thinking about it. She was about to get raped by three
large black dudes. It didn't take a fucking genius to figure that out.
She offered the car, her money, even her pin number for the ATM card if
they would just let us out anywhere. No, they wanted pussy, too, and they
put it to her that way. She offered to throw in pussy if they let me out.
She would never use that term. She said, "I'll give you want you want,
freely and willingly if you'll just let my son go."
The guy with the knife said, "We want you to fight. We like a white
bitch that wiggles and squirms."
That pretty much left her with no more bargaining chips. Oddly, I was
relieved that they wanted me along. I knew they would probably kill us,
but at least I'd see her naked before I died. As a bonus, I'd get to watch
her get fucked - a bunch. They looked almost as horny as me. If she had
to die, I didn't want to live. If she had to suffer, I wanted to suffer,
too. If there was any chance I could save her and be her hero, I wanted to
be there to take that chance. Anyway, they wanted me to stay, so that was
that. Mom drove like a dead lady sitting next to a dead kid. I doubt she
cared about how embarrassing this might be. She just wanted it done fast.
She drove slow but wanted it done fast.
We drove through an area of abandoned buildings and vacant warehouses.
This was a great place to rape a bitch and leave the body. I'll give them
that. She didn't want to do anything that might piss them off and she'd do
anything that might make a friend. After exhausting her options, she tried
her hardest to convince them that she'd be good and her favorite fantasy
was to be taken by three virile black man and to conceive a child by one,
that she was ovulating, didn't believe in abortion, and that a father had
the right to visit his child, and have sex with the child's mother, that
she would never seek to have her child's father put away, that she could
make her husband go along, that she would assume she was pregnant because
she probably would be.
Shit, that fantasy had my dick hard though it cracked up our abductors.
She was one hot white bitch, and she agreed, then she shocked the piss out
of me when she said, "If you don't believe me, reach between my legs and
feel how wet my pussy is."
They stopped laughing. The guy with the knife said, "Kid, reach between
yo momma's legs and tell us if she got a juicy pussy."
Fuck! Mom looked to me and sternly said, "Do it, Greg." She even parted
her knees wide, so I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. She
didn't have any panties on. My hand was on naked pussy and the lips were
shaved bald. I said, "Yes, it's wet."
He said, "Reach inside her panties and feel it real good."
I felt it real good while saying, "She's not wearing panties."
While I played with her warm, moist, semi-wet pussy, Mom said, "I never
wear panties when I come to this part of town, and I always get lost, and I
always ask men like you for directions with the doors unlocked. I don't
always score, but I wanted my son to see it if I did, because if I scored
today, he'd get a baby brother or sister. I thought he might like to see
how the child got conceived."
While the guys debated whether or not she was bullshitting them, and she
kept offering more evidence that she wasn't by elaborating on her fantasy,
I did my best to give Mom a wet pussy, because someone was going to check.
I hoped she understood why I was finger fucking her. I was pretty sure she
did. I rubbed her clit and drew the wetness from inside and spread it
outside. I can't say I didn't like my role in this survival plot. I was
very impressed that Mom could think that fast and come up with something
that good right off the cuff. All the pieces fitting made her dumb story
more convincing. All the pieces fit so perfectly. All she needed was a
nice, juicy pussy, and I created that.
When the knife guy put the knife down to reach in and check, he
declared, "Fuck me, this bitch is soppin' wet, and he's right, she ain't
got no fuckin' drawers on. Man, this slut feels nice. You're old man
ain't got no dick if he been fuckin' this pussy."
Mom said, "If you call five inches no thicker than my thumb a dick, no,
he doesn't. I know where big dicks are, though."
From the back: "Where's that, sugar."
"Between the legs of strong black men, that's where."
They were slapping and high fiving on hearing this. Mom wouldn't look
at me, but I wanted to high five with her. She was great. She was doing
it. The knife got folded up and put away. The rape was off but the
fucking was on. I could see Mom relax. We weren't out of the woods, but
the threat to our lives was greatly diminished. She had to keep up the
pretense, and she put me in heaven doing that.
She was talking like they were, using their terms, getting down right
vulgar. You would think she couldn't wait. She wanted to know if there
would be a bed where they could get down and dirty. The warehouse they had
in mind didn't. She made a bed sound like a must if they wanted some good
white pussy in style. They couldn't think of any place. She offered to
buy a room at a rooms-by-the-hour fuck joint she knew about.
Fuck joint? Rooms by the hour? A place she knew about? No panties?
No locked door? Semi-wet pussy? What the fuck?
Turns out they knew the place but just hadn't thought about it. Mom
turned the car around and headed there. They said to take seventeenth, but
she knew a shorter way. She was wrong, but what the fuck - she got us
there. Mom wouldn't look at me until she handed me a fifty and told me to
buy two hours and tell Paul that she wanted number twelve or nineteen.
Paul didn't know any Paul but gave us nineteen and threw in an extra hour.
When I passed that news to Mom, I said, "He said since you're his best
customer, he'd throw in an extra hour since you had three this time."
Any doubt that my mother wasn't a black cockhound totally vanished when
I said that, but now I was in a quandary again. That man never saw her
before. He never saw anything that looked that good before - not in his
establishment. At least Mom knew that I was playing along and right in
step with her, but where were we going besides number nineteen, and what
would we do when we got there - wait until the bad guys got out, then lock
the doors and speed off?
When we parked, Mom got out first, so that killed that plan. She opened
the door to the room. I went in first. She followed and the bad guys
followed her. She took charge right away by pulling up the only chair and
setting it by the bed for me to sit in, saying, "Sweetheart, you sit here.
I want you to have the best view. I want you to see why Mommy is always
running late."
She then stands and starts taking off her clothes in a sexy strip, right
in front of me but facing them as they got their dicks out and made a
running commentary.
Speaking of running, we weren't, not with her clothes being flung all
over the room, and not with us on the wrong side of the bed with bad guys
between us and the door and the car keys tossed on the dresser behind us.
With her body parts coming out, you couldn't drag me from that room, and
the first parts were tits - both of them, naked, hot damn, what a set of
hooters. Those big black dicks were standing tall saluting them while she
held them up in offering and rolled the long nipples - best titties I ever
saw, best nipples, too, long, dark-pink mothers like strawberry Hershey's
kisses.
She then starts pulling up her skirt by pressing her palms to her outer
thighs and sliding. Up, up, up, it went clear past her hips until she was
showing all while doing a sensuous grind as though she had a cock up her
twat. The blacks were seeing pussy and shucking their clothes, but all I
could see was her bare right flank. I needed to lean right or left. I
didn't want her seeing me lean either way, so I opted for left and for the
rear view.
There it was, all of it, right at the top of her sexy legs where I
thought it would be, but I never imagined her pussy without hair. God
damn, that pussy was sexy, juicy, too. She notices me checking out her ass
and bends forward, reaches between her legs with one hand, and parts the
lips with her painted nail fingers, saying, "Is Mommy's pussy wet,
sweetheart?"
Being the wet pussy checker, I had to check that out, so I bravely
inserted a finger and said, "Your pussy is pretty wet, Mom."
She says, "I know it's wet enough for your father's dick, but is it wet
enough for dicks like these?"
I looked at the three massive dicks in three black hands and said, "I
don't know, Mom, those are awfully big dicks. Do you want me to try to
make it wetter?"
"Yes, I need a sopping wet cunt."
I sent two fingers up her hole and reached around with my other hand to
come in from the front and work the clit. I fucked with one hand and
rubbed with the other. She got in a half squat with her hands braced on
her knees. Those big ole boobs were hanging there wobbling with her
humping. I had to do it. I took my right hand off her clit and grabbed a
boob. She said, "Yes, play with my tits. Pinch my nipples. That'll get
my cunt good and wet."
Oh, thank you, mother. She read my mind. Then again, that wasn't hard
to do. Why she'd read it and then grant my wish was hard to fathom, but
who looks a gift boob in the nipple at a time like that. She read my mind
again when she faced me and straddled my legs, putting her boobs in my
face, inviting me to use both hands and my mouth while she took over the
pussy work with both of her hands.
Jesus Christ, my Mom was standing over my cock, masturbating while
feeding me her tits. Her fuck hand was banging my dick. I never thought
of that, not in my wildest dreams. I could no more picture my mother
acting like a whore than I could picture Madona acting like my mother. Her
first customer got behind her and gave her something to feed into her
pussy. She got that black war club fed, then grabbed onto the arms of the
chair and braced for a fucking. I reached down and felt the dick slowly
take possession of her rolling pussy. This wasn't rape or survival at all
costs. This was my mother being bad. I felt my mom's hungry, horny,
adulterous pussy eat a big, black cock right down to the balls, then try to
eat the balls.
In her bent over position, her head was next to mine. When she felt my
hand feeling her pussy and the cock fucking it, or rather the pussy fucking
the cock that was in it, she brought her mouth to my ear and said in a
soft, low, sensuous whisper, "Are you going to tell your father on me?"
I put my lips to her ear and whispered, "Not if I get some, too."
She came back to say, "Are you telling me you'd like to be a mother
fucker?"
"It has been my life's ambition, more so than being in the Olympics.
You are the only person in the world who can help me achieve that goal."
"Then we had better keep this between us, hadn't we?"
"It'll go with me to my grave, Mom."
"If I hadn't gotten horny, that might have been a few minutes ago."
"I know. You saved our lives. I'll be forever in your debt. You're my
hero."
"Just remember that three hours from now, because I want all three of my
hours. If you do that, we'll get along great from now on. We'll be bosom
buddies."
"Then we shall be bosom buddies."
Mom eased back, smiled down on me, and really gave that cock a workout.
My genital hand couldn't keep up, and I had a hard time catching her
nipples. I had no trouble when he pulled out and moved his dick to her
asshole. She went stone still for that. I nibbled on her nipples and
played with her pussy to help take her mind off the discomfort. Mostly, I
reached inside to feel the dick moving through her colon. Boy, that was
weird.
Mom eventually took him to the balls. I massaged his balls against her
pussy. Boy, I was weird, but Mom loved it and wanted me to keep doing that
whenever his balls came close enough, so I had to hold his balls while he
butt-fucked her. Shit, was that ever weird.
He pulled her up straight by the tits to show his buddies what I was
doing. They made me kneel and lick her pussy, which let us know that even
though Mom sprang for the room, we were still captives and they were still
abductors.
I think Mom would have said something had he not taken charge in such a
threatening way. He was the knife guy. The threat was implied - "Eat your
momma's pussy or we'll show her your liver." I ate pussy and Mom watched
like she was glad I got that directive. She thanked the guy with a hand on
my head. She said I was great, that this was just what she needed, a
cunt-sucking son.
The one up her ass said, "Bitch, what you need is a mother fucker." With
that, he pulled her and my meal back onto the bed. Knife guy ordered me to
strip. I could see that Mom was embarrassed and nervous. She kept her
legs together and watched, thinking - thinking hard, then saying, "I don't
want his puny white dick, and I don't want to get pregnant by a white dick.
I want big black cock and black sperm."
Knife guy said, "We know what you want, bitch, and you'll get more
Alabama Black Snake than you know what ta do with, but the only sperm gonna
git in yo pussy today is what this boy got in his itty bitty nuts."
Despite all the disparaging remarks impugning my manhood, my seven
inches stood tall and proud at the ready. Mom begged like a woman who
really, really, really didn't want to bear her son a child. She looked
very sincere to me. My dick throbbed and the sperm in my balls, not nuts,
were in a boil. I had a womb brew. When they had enough of her bullshit,
I was told to "go get me some."
Mom went limp. Her legs fell open. They fell off of his legs and that
made them open, and there she was, my mom, ready for fucking, tits up and
looking fine. I crawled like a mother fucker and got to my knees between
their legs, aimed my hard cock at her pussy hole, and sank into paradise
while Mom groaned. She was snug, but I guess that was because she had a
big dick up her ass. I could feel that slab of dick move. He had her by
the hips and pushed and pulled to make his dick go in and out by a few
inches. I added my own movements. Pretty soon, Mom added hers.
We didn't need three people moving, so I settled over her body to bury
my face in her boobs, now broad and wobbly, easy to move about on her
chest. She needed a support bra, but I liked them this way - mudder udders.
Gravity gives mudder udders a different look and shape -tits up, tits down,
up straight, standing on her head - four boobs in one, tits perfect for
fucking even with a seven-inch dick. Janet has one set no matter what
position she's in and you can forget fucking them. Those hard puppies
refuse to budge, and no way are they coming together.
They wanted us to kiss, so we kissed, lips only for a little bit and
then she slipped me some tongue and we were off to the races. I was soul
kissin' like a mother fucker. Damn, she was a good kisser and she seemed
to like the way I kissed, too. We were having a good old spit-swappin'
time until this big, one-eyed, purple-headed snake's head tried to wedge
in.
The fucker was jacking off and I was backing off until he smacked me on
the back of the head and told me to keep on kissing but make room for
Sambo. Mom brought my head back and brought my lips to hers and Sambo's
head. There, we shared a dick with our lips and tongues - A DICK THAT WAS
ABOUT TO FUCKING CUM IN OUR MOUTHS!
Talk about gross. He jacked off in our mouths and then we had to go
back to soul kissing. I expected Mom to quickly swallow everything, but
she didn't. She kept pushing that load back in my mouth. I could feel the
passion in the way she held my head - firmly in her grasp. She obviously
wanted me to swallow it, though I obviously wanted her to have the honors.
She insisted. I resisted. Sperm kept going back and forth - a big wad, a
mega load, fucking gross.
I needed to tell her that someone was trying to stick a snake up my ass
- a god damn python. I think she mistook that for my passion. Anyway, she
wouldn't swallow so I had to, and that really turned her the fuck on. She
fed me cum from her mouth. By the time I could speak and tell her to think
of something quick, there was no point; besides, she was now kissing the
guy who was fucking me. He made me cum in her pussy. I was just along for
the ride. I was one of two slices of white turkey meat in a black rye
sandwich, and one slice was awful damn happy about being there.
For the next two hours WE were used like punks. They fucked her pussy
but only to drive my sperm deeper into her womb. They each came three
times. They came in our mouths or asses and I usually ended up eating it.
Whatever got spilled, I licked even had to lick the stuff out of Mom's ass;
she had to lick it out of mine. I wanted to get intimate with her, but not
that intimate. I always wanted to kiss the hole she pisses through, but
not suck on it while she's pissing. They had to hold a knife to her throat
to get her to do that. When it came my turn to piss in her mouth, I didn't
wait for the knife. She nursed; I pissed. I felt raped. I don't know how
she felt. She looked pretty damn content to me, like one well-fucked slut
as they took all of our things and left in the car.
Mom lay sprawled on the bed they had stripped of all bedding. I came up
and laid in the crook of her arm. She looked over and then drew that arm
in to hug me, happy that we had survived. Toward the end, we weren't sure.
I said, "That was close, wasn't it?"
"Too close for comfort. I was afraid you wouldn't hold up. I think you
saved us, Greg. You're my hero."
She then kissed me on the forehead, not on the lips. She saw my
disappointment and then kissed me on the lips, but without the tongue. It
was a nice, long, unmotherly kiss, the kind mother fuckers like. I smiled.
She smiled, then said, "We must go back the way we were. I hope you
realize that."
"You said we'd be like bosom buddies if I didn't tell Dad."
"Greg, we can tell him, now. We were car-jacked and raped. I'm
reporting this. I want those bastards caught, tried, and convicted before
they kill someone."
I must have looked like a sad puppy. She chucked my chin and said, "I
know you have wanted me for many years, now. I know you've wanted to see
me naked and at least play with my boobs. You got to see everything and do
everything and a little more besides. You've done things they don't even
do in Arkansas. I'll tell you something else. I am starting my ovulation
cycle. I should be in that bathroom trying to wash your sperm out. I can
treat that sperm as a son's discharge or as evidence. If I get pregnant, I
will bear you a child and everyone will know the child is yours, the
product of forced intercourse. Your father will understand. I'll let you
make the call. Should I try to prevent pregnancy, or should I lie here and
let your sperm soak into my womb?"
I couldn't believe she was serious, but she was. I didn't think she'd
begrudge me wanting to knock her up. I smiled and said, "Give my boys a
shot. Soak."
There came a hard rap on the door. The manager shouted, "HEY! LADY,
are you all right in there!"
Mom leapt off the bed, ran to the door, and cracked the door open. The
man I bought the room from looked at Mom's bare left tit while she
excitedly explained how we'd been abducted at knife point, taken here and
raped, that we had no clothes, bedding, towels, nothing to cover ourselves
with and no way to get hold of him, thank god he thought to check on us.
He said he'd go call the cops, so she opened the door wider and gave him
more tit to look at along with a good shot of leg as she said, "Thank you.
Could you find us something to wrap up in before they get here? As you can
see, we're both naked. This is very embarrassing. I'm in here with my
son."
The guy pokes his head in so he can look for himself as though he needed
to check that story out. She lets him in so that no one would see past him
and to us - or so it seemed. He was liking this shit, running his eyes all
over her body. He was stalling, but she didn't mind. She certainly wasn't
embarrassed. She looked like she wanted to put it all out there for him to
inspect. She didn't even have her feet together. She stood shoulders
back, arms at her sides, presenting this fat creep with her impressive full
frontal nudity.
I didn't know what to make of this. She couldn't be horny for this
unshaven pig. He gave the room a cursory going over, then looked back to
her - back to her tits and pussy, inspecting her, not knowing what to make
of it, either, before saying, "Just wait here. I'll get you some
bedspreads, but I want them back."
She said, "Thank you so much. I'll deliver them personally first thing
tomorrow. When will you be here?"
"I go on duty at noon. How about eleven?"
"All right, I'll be here at eleven. I presume you'll be at the office."
"How about we meet right here?"
"All right, I'll meet with you in this room on one condition. You don't
check on us until our time expires and you notice the car is gone. We've
been through a horrible experience, something no mother and son should ever
be forced into. We need time to sort through all this before the police
get involved. I would be very appreciative of that time."
Now, she made sense and I tried to look traumatized when he looked at
me. He looked back to her and said, "Yeah, how appreciative?"
"You'll need a condom - one condom. That's how appreciative."
I couldn't see his shit-eating grin but I felt it as he grabbed her tit
and said, "You got fifty minutes to straighten Junior out, then I'm opening
the door. We'll just take it from there. I didn't see shit, don't know
shit. All I know is some broad and her kid got themselves raped."
Mom parried his hand from going between her legs, saying, "Don't tamper
with the evidence."
He withdrew saying, "You just see you get back here tomorrow, or I tell
the cops you wanted another hour alone with your little stud and you stole
my bedspreads."
"I said I'd be here, and I'll be here. If you'll leave now, I'll give
you the full hour and you can use all the condoms you need."
He left, but slowly and grinning. Mom came back to the mattress,
crawled back to her place beside me, placed her arm around me, and said,
"We do need to talk - just talk, stud."
I smiled like a stud though I only got to fuck her once and the other
guy gets all the credit. He was the stud with the pile driving ass. She
brushed hair from my eyes as she said, "You must be wondering why I wasn't
wearing panties."
"Don't keep me in suspense."
"I'll let you in on a little secret that your father doesn't know about.
When I go into my ovulation cycle, I get very horny. I dress sexy, shave
my vagina, and more often than not, I don't wear panties. I go out asking
for trouble. Your father would call it trolling for cock, and he'd be very
upset if he knew I ever did that. So far, I've been very lucky, lucky as
in not getting pregnant."
"So, you've done this before?"
"Yes, but nothing like this. I do most of my trolling in a safer part
of town. I have been to this motel before, twice before. I never saw him,
but this room is familiar."
"How much trolling do you do?"
"I do some in every cycle. I don't always score. The again, fishermen
don't always catch fish."
"How many fish have you caught?"
"A lady never counts, Greg. I'd say, ninety-two over a ten year period
- ninety-five, now. Ninety-six counting you. Tomorrow at eleven it'll be
ninety seven."
I had to laugh. I also had to do some quick math [120 months divided by
97 dicks] almost one each month. That may be a bad haul for fish, but my
dad would be impressed. If the average cock was ten inches long, that was
970 inches or over eighty feet of cock she'd cheated on. If each dumped an
average of two loads of sperm at one and a half tablespoons per load, that
was over three gallons of sperm during the worst time of the month. I had
to ask, "Why do you take chances like that? Are you on the pill or do they
wear condoms?"
"No, I'm as fertile as a Catholic wife can be. I do it because the risk
is so exciting, like walking at the edge of a cliff is exciting. If I ever
get knocked up while your father is wearing condoms, it had better be rape
and it had better be reported back when I was last ovulating. I can't miss
a period and then go, oh, I was raped."
"You sure like taking chances."
"The higher the risk, the greater the excitement. Each time I score, I
have to sweat out two weeks until my period comes. Sometimes, they come
late. The excitement lasts from first contact to the first splotch of
blood. I never wanted this much excitement, but there we were, and then
there they were forcing the issue. Trust me, I was not trolling, and the
doors weren't locked because I forgot to lock them."
"Mom, I never thought you were."
"Well, it certainly looked that way, and I couldn't blame you if you did
think that, especially after what I just told you. Greg, I am an
unfaithful wife. I can't change, and I don't want to change. However this
may impact my marriage, I will continue to be unfaithful, but I would never
act that irresponsibly, not with you or Janet in the car. I was not turned
on when you reached between my legs. You may have felt wetness, but that
wasn't arousal wetness you felt. I want you to know that."
"Mom, I'm not an idiot. With a sister like Janet, don't you think I'd
know the difference?"
She smiled and said, "You certainly knew how to make the difference, you
little devil. You're the one who made me so damn horny that I had to get
laid if it killed me - killed us."
I beamed and said, "You're lucky I was there, and luckier that he wanted
me to do the checking."
"I figured he'd have to make you check. He had no other way unless he
put the knife down - no easy way. He did what I thought he'd do, and you
did what I prayed you'd do, which was make it wet. You can't think it wet,
not at a time like that, and I only turn on the water works with physical
stimulation. A man doesn't score with me unless he treats me like a whore
and has the balls to reach between my legs and make me wet. That bozo
would have gotten laid had he not taken my no for an answer. I'm serious.
I didn't push away that hard. If he had gone back for it, I'd let him have
his way and never brought up the subject of rubbers. I never do. If a man
does it right, his reward is a pussy he can ejaculate in to his heart's
content. I let them drain their balls in me, and most are good for three
cums before they've had enough."
Wow, almost five gallons of cum. I said, "I'm glad he took your no."
"I am too. He doesn't deserve to have his sperm compete with yours."
Mom was trying to tell me something, and I was feeling a bit thick. I
can usually catch on quick. She could see I wasn't and added, "Greg, I
know you are hoping you knocked me up. I hate to tell you, but I don't
knock up easily. Your father and I had to go out of our way, keeping fresh
sperm in my womb throughout a cycle to conceive. I doubt that one time
early on will do it. You would have to keep putting fresh sperm in me -
three, four times a day for at least a week."
Duh, light dawns. I laid my hand on her lower abdomen and said, "I
would, huh?"
She looked at my hand making larger and larger circles, advancing on her
trimmed muff then said, "Greg, you stop that. Don't you dare venture any
lower."
My fingers were now in her pubic hairs and stayed as I said, "You have a
very sexy pussy, Mom."
"Greg, don't talk to me that way, and I'll thank you not to touch me
down there."
I slipped my index finger down inside the slit, saying, "I like the way
your clit sticks out when you get horny."
She clamped her thighs on my stroking finger while saying, "Greg, I'm
your mother, not your whore."
I pushed to get my finger down to the hole while saying, "Your pussy is
wet like a whore's cunt."
Her thighs relaxed and I got my finger in deep as she purred, "Greg, get
your fingers out of there. Mommy doesn't like it when you treat me this
way - like I'm some kind of whore with a cunt between her legs that you can
just stick your fingers in."
She began widening her legs so I had room to give her the treatment. We
both looked at her pussy getting the treatment. Her legs kept widening. I
made room by getting up and straddling her thigh which was now
perpendicular to her torso in a straight line with the other one. I used
one hand in her pussy and one on her tits. My dick was sticking straight
out over her left hip. She reached out and began stroking. Her loins
began a slow rolling grind on three fucking fingers as she said, "Oh, Greg,
you are so nasty, so sexy, so hard. You make Mommy so fucking horny. Kiss
me, then tell me what you're going to do to me."
We kissed as lovers do when they have a mouthful of cum, then I rolled
onto her, placed my lips to her ear and softly, sexily whispered, "I'm
going to make you my whore."
I had the head of my dick in her pussy, so when she grabbed my ass and
heaved up, my balls slammed into her asshole. After that, I was along for
the ride, but I dumped another fresh load in her twat - more evidence.
We remained connected and did a lot of nice kissing. I was in mother
fucker heaven, and she was in mother fuckee heaven. We were quite a sight
when shithead opened the door on us. We forgot, but he was ten minutes
early anyway. He tossed us bedding and said, "Just like I figured. You
god damn well better be here at eleven, bitch."
Mom shouted, "I'll be here, now shut the fucking door. Go call the cops
or it's your word against ours, and you can just sit in here tomorrow and
jack off."
He shut the door. He wasn't very bright. He should have brought a
camera or a witness. Mom hugged me, still with my spent dick in her,
saying, "I can see you'll be difficult to live with now that you know my
secrets and my weaknesses. I hope you won't take advantage."
"We'll see, won't we."
Mom smiled then slapped my butt and said, "Let's get wrapped and looking
raped. The cops are sometimes very quick to respond."
* * *
My mom delivered me a seven pound, eight ounce bouncing baby boy, but
she was right - it took a lot of fucking - five, six, seven times a day.
The three rapists were caught and convicted, and you wouldn't believe the
lies they said about my mom. No one did. Our home life remained pretty
much the same, but every now and then, I treated Mom like a whore. Every
now and then, she responded like one. It don't get any better than that,
sports fans.
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