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Date: Thu, 08 Sep 2005 18:16:10 +0000
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MY PORNO-LOVING MOTHER Part 3 of 4
The next morning, I was barely able to look at Mom without seeing her naked in
my mind, and without feeling my cock twitch. She wore shorts and a tank top and
my eyes undressed her every time I glanced in her direction. I finally retreated
to the bathroom and beat off to relieve some of the pressure in my balls.
Mom said she was going to take me to dinner that evening and thought she would
go look for a new dress for the occasion. When she asked if I wanted to go
shopping with her, I declined, saying I wanted to hang around and look up some
of my old high school friends.
As soon as she left the house, I went into the den. I looked around on the shelf
of the entertainment center, but saw nothing other than the usual assortment of
mainstream videos. There was a locked door on the shelf, but a minute with a
paper clip made short work of that. Inside, I found an healthy assortment of X-
rated videos, some old classics, some more recent: "Insatiable" "Talk Dirty To
Me" "The Bitches of Westwood" all were there, along with "Hidden Obsessions"
"Night Trips" and "Elements of Desire." The one that caught my eye, however, was
"Taboo 5." I had seen most of the other movies last year at the frat house, but
hadn't seen that one. I popped it in the VCR and began to watch.
It was a mother/son incest video, and by the time the "son" had finished fucking
the hell out of the "mother" (Colleen Brennan - what a nasty bitch she was) and
coming all over her tits and face, I had my dick out and jerking off. Sitting in
the same chair my mother had masturbated in last night. I was turned on by the
video, but also turned on by the thought of my mother watching it. Had she
watched it? Were these her videos or some that Dad had left behind? It seemed
reasonable to assume that she had seen them all. Did she watch "Taboo 5" and
think about me? I grunted and pumped six or seven thick wads of cum all over my
chest and belly - the 5th orgasm I had had in less than twenty-four hours due to
thoughts of my mother. ---------
Dinner reservations were for 8:00 at one of the nicer places in town, so nice
that I even decided to wear a tie. When she walked into the living room at 7:30,
I almost fell off the sofa. Her hair swept up on one side and fell over the
opposite shoulder. Her makeup was dark and dramatic, perfectly accentuating
those luminous green eyes. She was wearing a black evening dress that was unlike
anything I had ever seen on her (why was I still surprised by this?) It was
ultra feminine without being gaudy. Cut in a low, square front, I could see the
rounded tops of her breasts pushing up. Nicely fitted, it showcased her trim
waistline and womanly hips. It was a little above knee length, showing off her
sleek calves, encased in dark hosiery. Gleaming black patent leather pumps and a
three-strand pearl choker and matching pearl bracelet completed the ensemble. I
felt my cock twitch as I gazed at her and complimented her.
"You look mighty handsome, too!" she purred as she took my arm and lead me to
the car. All the way to the restaurant, I kept sneaking glances at her,
marveling at how beautiful she was, and thinking about what I had seen the night
before. My dick was throbbing by the time we parked and went into the dimly lit
restaurant. My jacket provided some cover, and I don't think she noticed.
Dinner was a blur. Aided by the champagne she ordered, I was entranced by my
mother's beauty and mesmerized by her charm. I finally asked her why she hadn't
gotten a boyfriend yet. Her features took on a strained expression and she
confessed that she was put off and intimidated by the "dating scene." Apparently
some of the men at the gym had hit on her and the few dates she had tried were
disasters.
"They all seem to think that a separated or divorced woman is an easy mark, but
I just don't go for that" she explained. "They all wanted to, er, get a little
physical early on, but I just can't do that without some sort of emotional
attachment. As much as I hate your father for what he did, I just can't go jump
in bed with someone on the first date. Not that I haven't been tempted. But I
have ways of handling that, so I've just decided I could do without men for a
while until I get myself together."
"Ways of handling that."..... I thought about what she had just said. I guess
she meant that drinking wine and watching porn flicks while she diddled herself
was the easiest way to avoid the stress of men in her life.
After dinner, Mom wanted to go into the adjacent lounge for "a nightcap." I was
a little bemused: I had never seen her so relaxed - of course - I think she was
more than a "little" buzzed. We had only been there for a few minutes before a
guy came over and asked her to dance. She politely declined, but not two minutes
later, another man approached her. Again, a polite refusal.
"Dan, you've got to help me out here. I don't want to leave, but these guys are
making me uncomfortable. How about dancing with your old mother?" she pleaded.
How could I refuse? We danced like fools, laughing and talking the whole time. I
could almost forget that she WAS my mother. Finally a slow number came up , and
I headed back to the table.
"Oh no, you don't" she giggled. "I'm still not safe from those animals." She
snuggled into my arms and lay her head against my chest. I was feeling no pain
by that time, either, and she felt so damn good. My arms went around her and
cradled her warm body. Subconsciously, I ran my hand up and down her back, and
she sighed and moved even closer. I could smell her perfume and the sweetness of
her hair. I felt my cock thicken and start to swell against her belly, and in
panic I backed away.
"What's the matter?" she asked in alarm.
"Mom, I think we need to leave now. I think I've had too much to drink" I
stuttered.
"Oh, relax, Dan, you're fine. I know you're OK." she said softly. "And I'm
really enjoying myself too. If we get too tipsy, we'll call a cab. Just enjoy
the music." And with that, she moved against me again. I KNEW she could feel
my swollen meat. Was it my imagination, or did she wiggle just a bit as we
swayed back and forth? I did the best I could, but for the rest of the night,
I know Mom felt my hard cock pulsing against her when we slow danced. I should
have just left, but I guess some part of me wanted to see how far this was
going to go.
We danced and drank until the place closed down. And we called a cab - we were
drunk, not stupid. In the cab, Mom snuggled close to me in the back seat, her
eyes slightly glazed. "I had SO much fun tonight, Danny" she whispered, "more
fun than I've had in a long, long time." She hadn't called me "Danny" since I
was about ten years old. She dropped a hand to my thigh and gently stroked my
leg, her head on my shoulder. I was frozen with fear and desire. I sat rigidly
the rest of the way home, feeling the heat of her hand burning my leg just
inches from my stiff dick.
When we got home, we weaved into the house. Mom told me to pour her a wine
cooler while she used the bathroom and join her in the den, for one last drink
. My hands were shaking as I handled the bottle (just like the one she had
"handled" the night before). What the hell was I doing? I should just go to
bed, or better yet, leave the house before something happened that I would
regret later.
Too late. She came back in the den, wearing her long floor-length green silk
robe that she had belted securely around her. It was cut loose enough that her
body was hidden beneath the flowing lines. Her feet were bare. Nothing too overt
here.... Maybe I was just drunk and my imagination had been working overtime...
We sat and sipped our drinks in a buzzed silence until Mom suddenly asked if I
wanted to watch a video. Without waiting for an answer, she got up and reached
on top of the entertainment center and got a key that she used to unlock the
cabinet that held the adult videos!
"Since you seem to enjoy watching these so much, I thought we could watch one
together" she said, matter-of-factly. I was stunned. I stammered out something
to the effect of I didn't know what she was talking about, but she interrupted
by saying, "Don't bother, Danny. I saw you this morning. I left my credit cards
home and when I came back in to get them you were very "involved" in your video.
You never even knew I was here."
Shit......
I was horrified that she had seen me. My alcohol-induced haze was instantly
cleared by the rush of adrenaline that shot through me. Did she suspect what was
going through my mind while I was watching? It got worse.
"I also know that you were watching ME late last night" she continued. "I didn't
know until I was getting ready for bed and found an opened can of Pepsi on the
table over there by the door. It was still cold. I figured you forgot to take it
with you."
"Mom, I don't..." was all I got out before she interrupted.
"Relax Danny, let's be mature about this. I find those videos exciting,
especially after your Dad left. I know you've had your share of girlfriends at
college, and even before you left, for that matter. So you know what life's all
about. And since we both seem to enjoy this type of video, why not share them?"
I couldn't get over how matter of fact she was about it. And she DID make a good
point. Still, it was a bit weird, especially after the way we had been so
"close" earlier. I just sat quietly and gulped my beer as she inserted a tape
and started the VCR. It was an Andrew Blake film - "Secrets." For the first few
minutes the only sound in the room was the new age music from the sound track.
But as Rocco Siffredi was fucking the shit out of Ashlyn Gere in the first
scene, I heard Mom whimper. I snuck a look at her and saw that she was squeezing
her legs together and clutching the arms of the chair, obviously trying to
control the impulse to touch herself.
Heart pounding, I said "It's OK, Mom, go ahead.." Then, heart pounding, I
grabbed my stiff cock through my pants and began to massage it as I looked back
at the screen. I didn't dare look her way for a few minutes. I was taking a
risk, but I somehow I felt it would be OK. When I next glanced at her, Mom had
one hand inside her robe, between her legs, and the other was gently caressing
her breasts through the silk robe. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth.
Her feet were up on the edge of the coffee table in front of her, showing her
tanned lower legs and that dainty gold anklet on her left foot. She wasn't
looking at the screen, though. She was watching my hand on the swollen bulge in
my too-tight trousers.
"Mom?" I asked, almost afraid to think the unthinkable.
"Do it" she whispered in a barely audible voice. "Let me see..."
I unzipped my fly, and tried to pull my dick free, but it wouldn't bend enough
to work it through the opening. I threw caution to the wind - I stood up, and
undid my belt and pants and slid them down to my ankles. My 7" cock stood
exposed in the dim light of the TV, the head purple and drooling pre-cum. I was
barely five feet from my mother. She gasped "Oh, my god!" Her hand at her crotch
moved faster and then her head rolled back and she let out a guttural groan as
her body shook with her orgasm. "Now, show ME, Mom" I said, far more calmly than
I felt. With only a slight hesitation, she stood up and let the robe slip to the
floor. She was wearing a white lace teddy. Her hard nipples and neatly trimmed
pubic bush showed clearly through the gauzy fabric. Her chest heaved from fear
and excitement.
"SHOW me, Mom" I said again, more forcefully this time.
"Danny..." she whimpered. She was teetering on the edge of what little decency
we both had left.
"NOW!" I barked, taking my dick in my hand and pumping it slowly, feeling it
throb as I looked at her barely concealed body. With a little moan she slipped
the straps of the teddy over her shoulders and pulled the skimpy little garment
past her breasts, over her womanly hips, and down her sleek legs. Her heavy
boobs swayed slightly as she kicked the fabric off her feet. At the same time, I
skinned out of my shirt and stepped out of my pants. We stood there, nude,
looking at each other in tense silence. On the TV, Zara Whites was getting butt-
fucked. I didn't care.
"Danny" she began again, "I'm so, so..." Her voice trailed off and she looked at
me helplessly. I began to understand what she wanted. What I wanted...
"I know what you are. You're horny. You watch these pornos and get all worked up
- imagining what it would be like if YOU were one of those sluts. You're just a
wanna-be porno-slut, aren't you?" I sneered, my voice trembling just a little
with the thought of the way I was talking and acting with my own mother. "You
watch porno flicks and you want to be just like those bitches in those videos,
don't you? You want to get fucked by a big, hard cock and suck dick and swallow
cum and live out your sleazy little fantasies, don't you?"
It was as though my words tripped a switch in her. She shuddered and closed her
eyes for a second and when she opened them again, they had a strange glint and
she began to purr: "Yeah, that's right. I AM a porno slut. I'm just so horny all
the time. I'm a horny little tramp who wants to fuck and suck and eat cum and
come and come and COME!"
And with that, she fell back onto the chair and plunged two fingers into her
sopping cunt and began finger-fucking herself while staring me in my eyes. With
her other hand she began squeezing her meaty tits. I grabbed my cock again and
stepped closer to her, right between her wide-spread legs. I pumped my cock in
time with her hand in her pussy. We were playing out a role now, lost in our own
little world.
"This is what you want, isn't it, bitch?" I rasped. You want a big fat prick,
don't you? You want to feel it and taste it and use it, don't you, cunt?"
"Oh, shit, it makes me so hot when you talk like that. Talk dirty to me son,
tell me what I want" she groaned as I kept up my filthy talk. She sat up so her
face was inches from my dick. I could feel her panting breath on the head. Her
hand worked even faster between her legs. I could smell her juices. Her nipples
were hard as pebbles.
I smiled down at her and whispered, "Look at it. It's so big and fat and hard.
Just like those dicks on the videos. Full of cum. Imagine how it would feel
inside that wet little pussy of yours. Look at it." I waved it back and forth in
front of her face. Her eyes followed it like a person being hypnotized. My prick
was so swollen, I thought it would split. Gooey pre-cum coated the length and I
could hear the 'splat, splat' of my hand as I fucked my fist right in my
mother's face.
She lunged.
Her free hand came up and slapped my hand away from my dick and grasped it by
the base as she wrapped her full red lips around my dickhead, sucking hard. Her
lips were stretched wide by my thickness as her tongue tickled my pee-hole,
digging for the all the cock juice she could find. Her left hand jacked on the
base of my cock as her other hand stabbed her cunt. Her fingers were long and
slender, but my dick is so thick she couldn't wrap her fingers completely around
my girth. She was drooling on my cock - her saliva ran down the shaft and
slicked up her hand. My mind was reeling - my mother sucking my dick while she
diddled herself....
Her head moved faster and faster, meeting her tightly clenched hand on the
downstroke, her breath rasping through her nostrils with little snorts. I
wrapped one hand in her long, black hair and held it back so I could watch. She
pulled back for a second and just licked the underside of my cock while she
gazed up at me with unadulterated lust on her face. She caught just the head in
her mouth, holding her teeth gently just behind the flared corona while she
teased my piss-hole some more. Then she rolled her full red lips over her teeth
and sucked so hard I thought my nuts would be sucked through my dick. I could
see the outline of my cockhead as she pressed it against the inside of her
cheek. She alternated between soft, fluttering kisses on the head and hard, deep
pulls to the back of her mouth.
Spitting out my rock-hard meat, she moved her hand to my ass and squeezed my butt-
cheek while she played a game of chase with her tongue and my cock. It smacked
against her cheek and rubbed over her nose and forehead as she dropped her head
and lapped at my ball-sac, nudging my nuts with her tongue, sucking on the
little hairs on my scrotum. She popped one, then the other, into her hot mouth
and sucked gently. With my balls in her mouth, my dick lay against the side of
her face, the veiny shaft over her left eye, the purple head resting on her
forehead. She was moaning now, and making little grunting noises. I was moaning,
too, my legs trembling as I got the blow-job of my life.
I pulled her head back by her hair and reached down with the other hand and
hefted her left jug, feeling the heavy weight in my hand. I twisted her nipple
and her eyes closed as she came again, her orgasm brought on by her hand in her
crotch and my hand on her tit. I released her boob, and grabbed my rock-hard
cock, stroking it slowly, pumping more dick cream to the tip. It dripped off in
a slow stream and fell onto her tits. She groaned as she felt the wetness on her
flesh. I backed away a step and she slid off the chair and onto her knees in
front of me. I stood over her as she looked up past my cock at my face.
"Please..." she gasped, reaching for my dick with her tongue. I kept a tight
grip on her hair and kept the head of my cock just out of her reach.
"Please, WHAT?" I asked, enjoying the sight of her lusty expression.
"Please give me your cock. Please!" she whined.
"You want my cock? You want your own son's cock, you bitch? You're a slut, you
know that?" I began to slap her face with my cock, teasing her with it as she
tried to twist her head and catch it with her mouth. I tightened my grip in her
hair and held her head completely still as I dick-whipped my mother, leaving
little smears of pre-cum on her beautiful features. She was almost whimpering
now as she closed her eyes and shivered through another come.
"YES! I want it, you bastard! I AM a slut, and I want my own son's cock. Don't
tease me, give me that dick. Feed your momma that dick. Fuck my mouth, fuck my
face, use it like it was a pussy. Oh, god, just give me your fucking dick,"
she raved.
I let go of her hair then, and she stuffed my cock into her mouth with a sob. I
grabbed her head with both hands and began to hump my meat in and out of her
mouth, driving a little more of my dick into her stretched lips with each twitch
of my hips. Her hand came out of her pussy and she squeezed my thighs with both
hands as she braced herself against my legs. My dick is about 6" in
circumference and her lips were stretched tightly around the shaft, as she tried
to get all of me into her mouth. The spongy head poked the back of her throat
and she made a gagging sound. I pulled back immediately and she panted for air
for a second.
"I can do it" she pleaded. "It's just that you're so damn thick. Please, let me
try again?"
She lowered her head a bit and then kissed the head of my dick. S-l-o-w-l-y my
prick disappeared between her red lips as they encircled my diameter. She paused
just a minute and then dipped her head just a fraction to get a bit more of a
straight line into her throat. I felt the tip of my cock press against her
palate and then pop through. She snorted for air through her nostrils and then
closed her eyes as my cock slid into her throat. Her lips touched my pubic hair
and she held her face against me for a second. I felt her throat convulsing as
she fought her gag reflex. Then she slid back up my length until just the head
was in her mouth, her tongue teasing the slit in the tip. Her eyes opened and
twinkled as she relished her success.
"See?" she gloated, "I told you I could do it. Now give it ALL to me!." Her
hands came up from my thighs and grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me to
her sweaty face as she plunged down on me again, not stopping or slowing until
she had all seven inches of me. My hips started moving again, faster and faster
until I was long-stroking her throat, her head snapping back with the force of
my thrusts. She loved it, making little "mmpf, glmph, hmmf" noises as I fucked
her face. My sweaty balls banged against her chin on each down stroke. Her head
twisted back and forth, trying to wring the cum from them. My shaft and her chin
were covered with her spit as she gave me the wettest, sloppiest blowjob I had
ever had. I was sweating and gasping as I skull-fucked my mother. If I hadn't
already come so much in the last day, I would have blown my load long before
now. And I was getting ready to do it again.
"Shit, Mom, I can't hold out much longer. You gotta stop now!" I said as I let
go of my grip on her head. Instantly, she slipped her mouth off my cock. It was
so hard that you could see every bump and vein in it's shiny length. It visibly
pulsed and twitched with each beat of my heart.
"Oh, no!" she said with a sneer on her face. Her hand pumped me as she
continued: "I want that cum of yours. I saw you jerk off this morning and I've
wanted it all day long. And you're gonna give it to me, mother-fucker. That's
right, I'm your mother and that makes you a mother-fucker! You're gonna let me
suck on you until you spray and when you do, I want it all over my face, just
like the sluts in those videos. Are you man enough to do that? Huh? Are you man
enough to give your nasty mother what she wants? Can you shoot that hot creamy
sperm all over her face? All over her dirty, slut face? Come on, Danny, show me
what you've got."
And with that, she swallowed me whole again. My mind was reeling. My mother
was the hottest woman I had ever known, hell, the hottest I had ever even
HEARD about.
"OK, you nasty little cocksucker, I'll show you what kind of man I am. I'll show
you." I began to savagely punch my dick into her mouth, until she was in danger
of tipping over backwards. I grabbed her hair again and twisted it until she
gave a muffled little shriek. Her eyes were watering as I kept the tempo up. I
felt my nuts draw up against me and I grabbed my cock and pulled it away from
her, listening to her gasp for breath.
I pumped my dick, aiming it right at her nose, barely six inches away. Her mouth
was open and her tongue was out, just like Ashlyn Gere had done in the video a
few minutes ago. "Oh, god! Here I go! Take it, Mom, take it ALL!" I said between
gritted teeth.
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