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My Dingy Mom
By: Tiffany
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
I was fifteen when my mother sat me down and told me she had a lover.
She told me that she still loved my dad and did not love her lover,
but did love the sex. She said she had to have the sex and only he
could give her the type she needed - lots from a lot. Dad gave her a
little and had a little. I assumed dick. She was very embarrassed, but
for some reason, she had to tell me this. That reason was the hard
part she couldn't get around to.
My mom is a bit dingy even for a blonde. She's not bimbo dumb, she's
dingy as in I-Love-Lucy dingy, only she is much cuter and childlike.
When I was ten, we matched up well and she was a joy to go to a
thrill-ride theme park with. After that, she embarrassed me. She
giggles too much and pisses on all the good rides, which is cool if
she didn't bring attention to the fact by wanting to borrow a towel to
clean up the mess she made with me trying to pull her along, going,
"Mom - Mom!"
Mom has always been dingy and done dingy things, but she has never
been sexually dingy. I was stunned and in shock at first, but I
thought about it. As long as she still loved Dad and wasn't thinking
about divorce, I really wasn't upset by this. In fact, I thought
cheating was kinda neat. My mom gets horny and loves to fuck a guy
with a big dick. I wondered how big and how much do they fuck, and
what would dingy look like fucking - fucking dingy?
I have a very pretty and very sexy mom. If I had a dick, I'd want to
fuck her. Just about everybody I knew with a dick wanted to fuck her.
She has the legs, the tits, the ass - you know she has great pussy. My
best girlfriend once watched Mom walk past us in one of her short
skirts. She then looks to me and says, "I swear, that woman gives me
the worst case of penis envy."
I told Mom what Sherry said after Sherry left. Mom was so tickled by
that, but then she says, "What is penis envy?" I explained the concept
to her. The concept was alien to her, but then she caught on, but then
I could see her thinking, "Why would a cute girl want to fuck me?"
Poor Mom. She didn't think anybody wanted to fuck her because the man
she married never wanted to. Maybe he didn't, but everybody else did,
even very straight chicks like Sherry.
Whatever she couldn't tell me was killing her, so I stopped her with a
hand laid on hers and said, "Mom, it's okay. I'm okay with this. I
really am. If you are having great sex with a great guy, and Dad
doesn't know, he won't ever know from me. Is that what you want? My
promise?"
"Thank you, Chas (Chastity). Thank you so much. I do think you mean
that. You have no idea how hard this is for me to look you in the eyes
and admit to being an unfaithful wife - a cheating slut - a whore.
That is exactly how I feel. I feel like a damn whore, Chas....No,
Chas, don't say it. I am a whore. I am for him. Lover was a nice term,
but a lie term. I am, in fact, his whore. He makes me admit it. He
makes me act like a whore, dress like a whore, shave my pussy like a
whore, and wear no panties like a whore. I do anything he wants me to
do to get the sex only he can give me. He made me get the word whore
tattooed over my pussy. Now, he wants me to look you in the face and
tell you, then show you my whore pussy in a wide beaver. Chas, this is
killing me, but I'm here doing it."
Wow! My mom was another man's whore! My mom had a shaved pussy with a
tattoo on it! My sexually dingy mom was about to cry and piss, because
this was the hard part, showing me her beaver. If she had to relax to
show beaver, and could only relax if her leg was up my cunt, some how,
some way, that sexy gam was going up teeny tiny twat. Hoping to avoid
that drastic measure, I placed both hands on hers, smiled big and
bright knowing she looks for her reflection in my eyes, and looks to
me to find out what is or isn't cool. I said, "Wow, Mom, this is so
cool. Did you really get a tattoo?"
That perked her up. She said, "Chas, you think this is cool?"
"YES! Way cool! How cool can a mom get?"
"Are you serious, Chas? This is cool?"
"Mom, this is very cool, and your lover guy is one cool stud if you
ask me. No wonder you give him anything he wants. You'd be crazy not
to. Where did you find that cool stud?"
"He found me leaning over the fender of a damn car that wouldn't
start. He placed his hand on my ass and looked at the engine with me.
His hand wasn't just resting on my ass over my skirt, it was up under
my skirt and wasn't resting. He was trying to find out if I was a
girl."
"Did he find out?"
"Yes, pretty quick, too. I never met a man like that in my life.
Fortunately, we were on the passenger side with our butts facing
nothing with traffic going by on the other side and aware of nothing,
so I did nothing. He said, 'Car won't go?' I said, 'No!' He said,
'Wanna fuck?' I said, 'I do now.' And Chas, I swear, he fucked me
right there. He dragged my panties down, pushed my skirt up, and he
fucked me right there on the side of the road better than I have ever
been fucked in any bed. Funny thing was, while I stood bent over with
his big cock up my twat and his cum all running down my legs, all
these cars whizzing by, all I kept thinking about was would Chas think
this was cool. I know I'm a cool fool, but I'm still wondering."
"Wow - way cool - you da bomb mom you be so cool, and you said the 'F'
word."
"Honey, I do the 'F' word ten times a day, now. Your mother is a
fucking whore. Your mother fucks him and anyone he wants her to fuck.
I am a fucking mother - fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Fuck!"
"Feels good, don't it. Say it again with feeling."
"FUCK! Feels great - fucking great. I love saying fuck."
"I love hearing you say fuck. Now call me a fucking whore with
feeling. Make my pussy wet, Chas. I have to show you my whore beaver.
Let's make it a wet and juicy whore cunt. Say it like you mean it. Do
it good. Tell Mommy exactly what you think of her. If you want a good
beaver, don't you dare hold back. Blast me with both barrels, but
before you start, get down on your knees at my feet."
She didn't have to ask me twice. I got down and placed my hands on her
knees. She liked that, and said, "You want to see a good beaver, don't
you?"
"Yeah, a fucking juicy beaver."
"Then keep blasting away until you get the beaver you want. When
you're ready, start blasting. If you don't earn it, you can beg pretty
please, I'm not showing you anything except pretty knees pressed
pretty close together. Start when you're ready."
"Mom, you are a fucking whore. [she pulled the skirt up after lifting
her ass, pulled it all the way up, then settled] You are a cheating
slut. [her knees parted] You're a fucking cunt, a whore and a cunt and
a slut. [I got a beaver - WOW] You are a filthy fucking cheating whore
with a whore's bald and tattooed cunt between your cheating slut legs.
[got a better beaver] You're proud of your whore cunt. You couldn't
wait to show your daughter. You couldn't wait to showoff your juicy
cunt."
That got me the widest beaver she could make with her butt perched
right at the front edge. That cunt was right there. That sight took my
breath away. I couldn't believe I was looking right at my mother's
pussy, all shaved, with a large, bold tattoo covering the entire
mound. She did look proud. She looked poised to open up the fleshy
lips for me. I couldn't imagine her doing that, but she did look
poised to, like if I said one more exciting thing, she'd have to,
because she couldn't make a better beaver without using her fingers.
I said, "This makes a believer out of me. You are a whore, a proud
whore. You are one proud fucking whore with a great cunt. Show me how
juicy your whore cunt is. Let me see how good I did. Open it up all
the way. Show me what a horny slut you are."
That did it, and fuck was that a sight for innocent eyes. I saw it
all, clit, inner lips, shitloads of pussy pink, and a big fuck hole
drooling slut slobber. What a cunt! I smiled big at that sight. She
said, "Well, did you do well?"
"I'll say. Mom, I love your whore cunt. I love your tattoo. I love the
shave. I love everything. You are one very sexy whore mom, but what
does Dad think about this?"
"He hasn't seen it, yet. Like I said, I get very little. When he does
get a little, he doesn't bother looking at what he's fucking, and I
sometimes shave, so that doesn't tip him off to anything. He has
fucked whore pussy twice and didn't know."
"How long do you think your luck will hold out?"
"I don't see too much problem to tell you the truth. Chad gave me a
choice. Expose what I am to my hubby or to you. If I picked him, we
had to do our fucking in front of him and do it here. If I pick you,
we have to do our fucking in front of you, elsewhere. Also, by picking
you, fucking elsewhere will be so much easier to do. You'll be a great
excuse to go out. Your Dad would never suspect I would be seeing a man
with you. I had to factor that in, but you don't have to do anything,
Chas. I'm just telling you why I picked you over your father."
This just got better and better. I loved that Chad fucker. What balls,
and I had the balls to do something I was dying to do, get a good
whiff of that pussy. I put my nose right up to it and sniffed. She
watched and said, "My, aren't we nosy."
I looked up, smiled, and said, "I like the smell. You smell great,
like a sexy woman."
"Well, I'm flattered. I hope you're not wondering how a sexy woman
tastes. I'm not ready for that. I don't think any mother could ever
get ready for somethinggggggg..."
I smiled, gave it a split second of thought, then cut her speech off
as I took a big broad lapping lick from asshole to O, then laid my
chin on her tattoo and said, "I was ready."
She smiled and ruffled my hair, then said, "You are something else,
Chas. I'll say you were ready. Good grief! That was some taste you
got. You must have known you would like the taste. I know if I wanted
a taste of something I wasn't sure I'd like, I sure wouldn't lick it
like that. I'd give it a little snaky lick with just the very tip of
my tongue. That's how I'd do it."
"I was positive."
"You made this so easy for me, and I see you trying your best to do
that. I love you, Chas. I love you so much. I hope you know that."
"I do. You must know how much I love you."
"That lick said a lot. Nothing says I love you like a good doggie lap
right in the cunt."
Is my mom cute or what. Sometimes she is so fucking cute I could eat
her alive. Instead, I said I love you ten times, real good, real slow,
then placed my wet face on her mound again and said, "Good. Now, I
don't have to say it ten times."
She placed her hand against my face and said, "Why are you so good to
me, Chas? I don't deserve this. I am being very bad. This is very
wrong and done for all the wrong reasons. This goes against everything
I have taught you, everything I stood for. You should be angry with
me. Instead, you are making it so much easier to be bad, even wicked.
I'm so wicked, I wouldn't mind ten more of your I-love-yous."
She pulled herself open in anticipation of ten more. She knew how much
I enjoyed giving the last ten. I was determined to do better. I
started at the hole and sent my tongue in as deep as I could with my
face in tight. I licked all around the inside and made her squirm and
moan, then I licked my way up her slit and sucked on her clit before
coming off that to lick her tattoo. That took a full minute, and I
went back to do another.
That was great and she loved every minute, but didn't cum. I knew she
was at the brink when I delivered the last and rested my chin on her
mound again. She took my wet face in both hands and gently guided my
mouth to her clit, saying, "Make mommy cum, sweetheart. Ummmm, yes,
suck Mommy's cunt! Oh, that's so good. Yes, use your tongue like that.
Suck hard and bat my clit around. Oh baby, yes, suck Mommy's cunt. Eat
my pussy. You have to do this for Chad. He has to see this. He is
dying to see a daughter eat her mother's cunt...whore cunt. I didn't
think I could ever give him that, but you will, won't you...OH YES! OH
CHAS...YES...YES...SUCK, CHAS, SUCK...ummmmmmmm...yes..."
What a cummer. I thought I was a spastic cummer. I had a hard time
hanging onto that clit. I wasted her. Again, I perched my smiling face
on her mound. She slowly took notice, smiled dreamily, and said,
"You're nasty."
"You're horny."
"I am so screwed it isn't funny, and you aren't helping matters."
"I thought I was."
"No, you're not. One reason I picked you was I was sure you could snap
me out of this. If anyone could, you could, and I did need snapping
out. Why did you have to go and lick me right in the cunt like that. I
am so screwed, Chas."
She sounded serious and struggled to sit up. I sat back on my heels
and watched her tug her skirt back into place. She then looked to me,
thought, and said, "I had no idea this would go like this. I don't
know who you are, but you bring my Chastity back this instant. You are
a lovely girl, and you eat a great pussy, but I need my Chas or I am
so screwed it ain't funny. I'm serious. You're a bad girl. Go away,
bad girl."
I stood and then sat in a chair facing her. I closed my eyes, counted
to ten, then opened them again and said, "Where am I? How did I get
here. Jesus! Smells like a whorehouse in here. Mom, are there any
whores in the house."
She laughed and ruffled my hair, then sat back, and said, "You are a
laugh riot, but let's get serious. Honey, I am in so deep and into
something so bad. What am I going to do? I am about to destroy my life
and mess yours up all over a great piece of ass."
She was. I could see that. I didn't want that. I gave that some
thought, then said, "Can't you just stop seeing him?"
"I thought I could if you told me I must. I still can if you tell me I
must. I won't mess up your life unless you let me, but if you let me
get you with me and Chad, I'm sure we will make a thorough mess of
your life, my life, our lives. Who knows where the fuck we'll end up,
but you can bet your sweet cherry ass, you'll be pregnant and I'll be
divorced and pregnant if I'm not already, which I probably am since
I'm so late."
"The fucker knocked you up?"
"Chad won't fuck a pussy unless it is fertile and unprotected. That
goes for you, too, sweetie pie. Don't think I wouldn't let him fuck
you, or that he wouldn't want to. He already told me you are having
his baby. Actually, we are. I hope you like tattoos, because he has
one all picked out in your size. Put that in your bubble pipe and blow
it, Toots."
Wow! That got me up and pacing. I thought about everything she said
but kept going back to one thing she said: I won't mess up your life
unless you let me. I couldn't believe she was just sitting there
letting me think about this as though I could make a choice like that
and she'd go along, like whatever I decided was fine with her - mess
it up, don't mess it up - whatever.
I kept up the pacing and the heavy thinking, amazed that she didn't
try to influence my thinking. The fact that I was thinking about it
should have had her reminding me of the mess, but she didn't. She said
what she felt she had to say, then shut up.
She seemed intrigued that I was giving this that much thought, that I
even had to think about it at all. I wondered which way she was
leaning. To me, that made all the difference. My life wasn't so peachy
that it couldn't stand messing up, and hers wasn't either. She wasn't
happy in a dead dull marriage. Chad sure charged her batteries. At
least she knew she had a pussy between her legs. I wouldn't mind being
constantly aware of my pussy. We could end up in a dumpy little
apartment, both nine months pregnant, watching a black and white TV
while playing with our stupid pussies, but at least we'd have that and
each other.
I just wished she would give some indication...but then she did. Her
right hand slowly made its way up her right leg to her pussy and began
stroking through the lips. When that got my attention, she moved the
skirt up above her tattoo, let her legs part, then brought the other
hand in to use two middle fingers in the hole while the other rubbed
her clit. I never thought I'd see my mom masturbate, or do it so
openly. When she leans, she leans hard.
I made my decision, but she didn't need to know that, not just yet. I
knelt between the fan of her legs and used my hands to stroke her
inner thighs, making the fan much better, the masturbation much
better, too. She left no doubt what she wanted.
I laid my head down on its side to breathe in her sexy musk with my
nost at her clit and my lips at her hole. She brought her fingers out
and put them to my lips. I opened. I sucked. She did that three times,
then said while I sucked on her gooey fingers, "Are you thinking about
letting me mess up your life for you, Chas?"
I nodded while sucking, then let her get more as she said, "I will,
Chas. I'll mess it up good. Chad wants to fuck my little girl - fuck
her pregnant. [I took more fingers] I will let him. I will hold your
legs apart, guide his cock into your virgin pussy, and massage his
masculine balls while he pumps your fertile pussy full of sperms."
I said, "How masculine are his balls?"
"Unbelievably. He has massive balls - balls like a bull."
"How big is his cock. Is that masculine, too?"
"He has a big muscle cock. I dare say you could swing from his cock.
You'll swear you can't possibly take more, but you'll want more."
"Will I turn slut like you did?"
"Yes. I'm sure you will. I know you will. He will make you live to
fuck and fuck to live. He'll make you proud to be a whore, and you
will want to wear and show his whore tattoo. You will do anything to
make him proud of you, anything. He would be so proud of me if I can
get you for him. I would love to hand him my naked daughter and tell
him he can do anything with her, anything he pleases."
I ate her to a gut-busting orgasm, then stood, went to the kitchen,
got a glass of cold water, and poured it over her letting the last go
right on her overheated cunt. That sat her up and opened her eyes
wide.
I said, "Mom, get a grip. You listen to me and listen closely. You are
not to see this Chad ever again. I forbid it, and I am going to watch
you like a hawk - no, a mother hen. I'm serious. No more. You've had
your fun. It's over. I'll see that you don't suffer. In fact, I'll see
that you get laid as often as you like. I can cover for you. I know
plenty of men who are dying to fuck you. You don't need a pimp. If you
do, you are looking at her. You are not fucking up my life, and you
are not fucking up yours. If you are pregnant, we are getting you an
abortion. Now, do you understand me. You got your Chas back, but you
asked for her."
Mom wiped her face, mulled that over, then looked to me and said, "You
know men who want to fuck me?"
"I know six off the top of my head. How many do you need?"
"Six would be plenty."
"No more Chad?"
"No more. I swear."
"I'll take your word the way you take my word that I don't do drugs,
which means you will constantly have to prove your word. I'm not
letting you out of my sight until I know that man is out of your
system. If I think you need to masturbate, I don't want to hear any
argument out of you. Just do it, and I'm going to be right down there
to make sure you do it right."
She smiled as she stood to take me in a hugging embrace, saying, "You
saved me, Chas. I knew you would. I love you so much. You saved me
from myself. I am completely and totally in your hands, sweetheart.
You take such good care of your dingy bitch mommy. I'll do whatever
you say from now on, Chas. Just tell me when to masturbate and who to
fuck. I will gladly tell Chad to go fuck himself - gladly - with
pleasure - and with feeling. I am talking about a big FUCK YOU AND THE
WHITE HORSE YOU RODE IN ON, BUSTER!"
I do think she meant it, and I do think I done good, but have you any
idea how close I came to fucking up real bad? Phew...real close. It
could have gone either way. It was drink or pour. Thank god I poured.
The End
Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with
open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos,
bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are
the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex
there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the
risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and
remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. PP