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Horny Little Mother Fuckers
By: Tiffany
"Mother, I need to talk to you about something rather indelicate.
Andrew...well Andy...damnit, there's no delicate way to put this. Andy is
trying like hell to screw me. I don't mean he gives me goo goo eyes. This
morning he tried to tie me to the bed in my sleep. If he were a little
bigger or any stronger, he'd rape me. He becomes angry when I stop his
attempts. He acts as though I have no right, as though what I have between
my legs and on my chest is his. I was wondering if you ever had to deal with
a problem like that with Buddy or Stewart when they were twelve."
"Yes, with both. It's a stage they go through. It's called puberty, Grace."
"What did you do?"
"Screwed them...screwed them both."
"WHAT!"
"You can fight it, but chances are you'll lose. If you hadn't left the nest
when you did, they'd have screwed you, too. They get that from your father's
side of the family tree. Your grandmother Roberts warned me. I should have
warned you, but I figured you were far enough out in the twigs that you may
not have to worry."
"Warn me about what? Worry about what? Mother! Is there something wrong with
my child?"
"They're just horny little fuckers, and you're right, they think they own
the goodies and that mommies just carry the goodies around for them. It's
like when a child is born with the innate drive to nurse on you. A baby
treats your breasts as though they are his and you have no right to keep him
from them. When he cries, you're supposed to bring them. You had a hell of a
time weaning Andy, didn't you?"
"God, yes. I didn't get him off the pap until he was four and I started when
he was two."
"Puberty undoes that conditioning and adds another feature - pussy."
"Mom, this is so bizarre."
"It may be, but it's also very real. I'll tell you one thing. You won't be
conditioning him off the pap or the pussy in no two years. If you try hard,
figure six. If you let nature take its course, he'll gradually lose interest
when he has someone else giving him steady sex, but he will always turn to
you the way most boys or men turn to their hand. He won't ever masturbate,
not if you're near."
"Are you saying you still have sex with Buddy and Stewart?"
"I won't come when they call, but if they stop by, I assume the position,
yes."
"Oh lord, Mother. Don't you think that's perverted?"
"Isn't this the pot calling the kettle black; besides, it depends on the
position. I think vaginal sex in the missionary position is natural, but
anal and oral sex in any position is a perversion of nature. It doesn't
matter what you or I think. When their dicks get hard, we are a bag of guts
with three holes to enter it with, and they fuck which ever hole suits their
fancy after placing the bag in the right position. All you have to do is
hold the position."
"Good lord, Mother, I can't believe you're talking this way."
"You started this conversation, and let me tell you something. This Robert's
gene doesn't just affect boys. You were the worst of the littler to wean. I
did not get you off the pap until Buddy was born and you were eight. What's
more, you got right back on after puberty set in, only you weren't nursing,
you were playing with my tits. When you were sixteen, it was like nursing a
sailor. Tell me you don't consider my chest your property."
"Well, you are my mother."
"Exactly, so why are you having any trouble relating to Andrew? You're his
mother."
"But..."
"It's the same damn thing, Grace, the same attitude. You were born with it,
and look at the way you treated your father. You treated him exactly the way
the boys treated me, and you still are."
"But, he didn't mind, and..."
"He carried your dick for you. Now, he's your masturbating dick. Don't tell
me he didn't mind, Grace Elizabeth. You never once made love to him, did
you?"
"No, that would be sick. I found out that even what we were doing was sick
and stopped doing that very much. And for your information, I haven't used
him in over a month. Before that, it was like two months."
"Before that, it was every Sunday afternoon. After you get your new house
the way you want it and finish all of your projects, you'll be back over
here every Sunday, looking for your dick."
"What do you do, place hash marks on the bed?"
"No, but you always leave a wet spot in the bed. I know the scent of my own
daughter. Believe me, I know."
"Sorry....So, you're saying I should learn how to be a bag of guts."
"There's nothing to it. Just be, then go wipe."
"Hummm, somehow I pictured motherhood as being so much more apple pieish. Do
they at least thank you?"
"Did you ever thank your father, or me for looking the other way, or for
letting you have your way with my tits, or for all the times I rubbed you to
orgasm while you had yourself a ball with my boobs?"
"I guess not."
"No, that would be like saying thank you to your hand, wouldn't it?"
"Was I really that bad, Mom?"
"Yes, Grace, but you'll get your payback. Andrew will make you feel like a
fuck rag or his personal cum dump."
"Mom, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you or Daddy feel that way. Is
that how Daddy feels - used?"
"How could he not, Grace? Aside from never thanking him, you never kissed
him or loved on him. All you ever did was take out his cock like you owned
it, made it hard, climbed on, rode it, then hopped off and left it a mess."
"Poor Daddy...I did use him, didn't I?"
"Like a dildoe. You know, Grace, he would love to make love to you and be
the instigator. He'd love to be on top and have you lie still and receive.
He'd like to leave a mess in you and watch you carry it away. He'd love to
screw you and pretend you are a beautiful movie star, or a little girl, or a
cheerleader, topless dancer, stewardess. You could do so much to pay him
back."
"You're saying he'd like to carry on a sexual affair with me?"
"Yes, Grace. You owe him that."
"Well...I suppose I could, but I have never made love in my life. Greg likes
it the way Daddy and I do it. He likes to just lie there. He also likes me
to take it when I want it. That's what made him fall for me."
"There's nothing to it, Grace, just let him initiate everything and respond
to everything he does. You should play the virgin every time."
"Mom, I haven't been virgin in almost twenty years. When you knocked me off
the pap, I went and hopped on pop."
"Use your imagination, Grace."
"If that's what he likes. I should repay him...if you don't mind."
"I don't mind one bit as long as you are repaying me, too."
"Repay you, how?"
"You can bet your sweet ass I don't want you to play with my tits. You kids
played them out years ago. I no longer have any feeling in them. All the
feeling is now between my legs."
"Mom, you're not suggesting..."
"No, I'm telling you straight out. Go south and make me smile. I'm clean. I
shave. It won't kill you. I like cheerleaders, topless dancers,
stewardesses, too, only mine are lesbians who worship between my thighs and
let me treat them like doormats. If I piss, they keep sucking."
"MOTHER!"
"Piss is sterile, Grace, and beer piss is almost water. I'll drink a few to
flush out the plumbing before I give you any to drink, but I would expect
you to drink every drop."
"Why would you want a person to do that?"
"Because sucking and lapping on a pissing pussy is degrading to another
woman. I fucking hate lesbians."
"I know, but I'm not a lesbian, I'm your daughter, your very straight
daughter."
"That's why we have to pretend."
"Then let's pretend I'm sucking and you're pissing."
"All right, then tell you're father to pretend he's making love and
kissing."
"Not the same, huh?"
"No."
"Damn!"
"You don't have to pay us back, Grace. I just said that if you wanted to,
that would be how we'd want it."
"No, I want to pay you back, and in the way you want it. I owe you this. I
owe you both, it's just that when I went to bed last night, my world was
spinning perfectly and since I woke up, it has just been spinning. This call
didn't help matters. I thought you might tell me to cut down on his sugar
intake. I didn't expect you to tell me to surrender and be his fuck rag. I
certainly never expected this call would result in me becoming my father's
mistress and my mother's fawning dyke."
"Fem, I want a fem."
"Fem,...whatever."
"There's a big difference, Grace."
"I'm sure there is. You can explain the difference while you fill me up."
"That's the main difference. A fem is something you use - like a toilet. You
can respect a dyke, even vote for one. I did. Fucking fem, lesbian bitches.
We should breed them to dogs, slap dog collars on their bitch necks, and
make them drink from the toilet."
"Oh no, Mom, please tell me that wasn't a hint."
"Like I said, Grace, you needn't repay us. We're only your parents in our
twilight years. Our use to you is almost over."
"Oh, give me a break, Mother. Twilight years. You're only in your
mid-forties for Christ's sake. You and Daddy are in better shape than me and
Greg."
"We're over the halfway point, closer to sunset than sunrise. We are slowing
down."
"Mother, I have to think about this. Right now, I have to think about what
to do with Andy when he gets home from school. I grounded him when what I
should have done was restrict him to the outside until his father is here to
protect me. Honestly, he is impossible to be in the same house with. He has
me wearing tight jeans and sweat shirts with padded bras."
"I know all about it, and forget calling Grandma Roberts looking for
sympathy. She raised eight of these friskie fuckers, and she had five in
puberty under the same roof at the same time. She'll laugh in your face."
"Has anyone tried seeking professional help?"
"I did. I even got a second opinion. The first one told me that my boys were
just high spirited with over-active testosterone production and prescribed a
very expensive medication. The second agreed with the first and prescribed
fucking them as an alternative. Money was tight. I wasn't. I know your money
must be tight right now. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you
five-hundred bucks to meet him at the door naked."
"Five hundred dollars! Mom, he has already seen me naked, not all at once,
but he has seen all the pieces and parts in stolen glances. The little
fucker has yanked my panties to my ankles more times than I can count."
"Five hundred dollars, Grace - cash."
"What's the catch?"
"One, I have to be there; two, you stay naked with Andy all evening; three,
you let me and Greg go out dancing, drinking, and screwing; four, if we
catch you and Andy in bed together you tell Greg Andy has the right. Do
that, and I'll hand over five big ones behind Greg's back."
"Mom, get serious."
"I am serious. While I'm out with Greg, I'll explain the Robert's gene and
I'll tell him what you're going through and what you have to do. I'll make
him understand. When he sees you and Andy in bed together, probably
screwing, you make him understand. Between us, we can make him understand
and your life as a fuck rag will be much easier."
"Mom, if Greg comes home from work and finds me naked with Andy, he won't be
going anywhere. He is very well aware of the problem. The jeans and sweats
were his idea."
"That didn't work, now you're trying my idea. I'll step in and say, come
Greg, lets leave them alone. If I have to, I'll maneuver him into the
bedroom, cup my hand to his crotch and seductively whisper into his ear,
'Come Greg, lets leave them alone.'"
"That might work, but what makes you think I want my husband messing
around?"
"Five big ones."
"Oh, so you think I'm the type that will do things for money. I'm surprised
you didn't offer to buy my sexual services."
"What, and turn you into a prostitute, not to mention denying you the
opportunity of paying us back in the same currency we paid you all those
many years - the currency of sexual favors - orgasms."
"How many do you two figure I owe you?"
"Oh, roughly two-thousand three-hundred and twenty."
"Christ, that many?"
"I said roughly. We'll round down to the nearest thousand and split them
between us. Give each of us a thousand orgasms and we'll call it square.
I'll have one, then he can have one, then me, then he...that way we'll move
along together."
"FUCK!"
"Grace Elizabeth Roberts, your language!"
"Mother, your math! Do you realize how long this will take? We're talking
sexual slavery split between you. When would I ever have time for my own
family?"
"Yes, we were discussing that the other night while masturbating in our
empty home, dreaming of a better life with variety, excitement, sex going on
underfoot, young naked bodies writhing, dogs humping, piss here and there, a
bigger place with a pool..."
"Mother, you're not answering my question."
"Yes, I am. If we were to sell our place and move in with you, we could buy
a pool with privacy fence, a sauna, Jacuzzi, and ad on another master
bedroom for you and your father."
"What?"
"Until he is fully paid back, you may as well share a bedroom with him."
"Mom, if we did it every night, I'd be sleeping with my father for over
three years."
"He won't want it every night, Grace. He's almost fifty and he was the one
that was not afflicted with the Robert's gene. Figure every other night at
first, then once or twice a week. Figure ten to twenty. But look on the
bright side. That gives you plenty of time to look after your family. You
can even help me take care of Buddy and Stewart along with their dogs and
wives if they happen to visit when it's my turn. The kids can all use the
pool while we use you."
"And, of course, you will sleep with Greg for ten to twenty years."
"I wouldn't mind sharing a master bedroom with that handsome hunk. Someone
has to while his wife is paying off her debts."
"Mom, I must admit this is a very good fantasy for you and Dad, but I hope
you're not serious about trying to make this fantasy a reality."
"Why not, Grace? Sure, it's crazy, but can't you imagine a life like that, a
crazy life, a life filled with exciting sex with many players, all having
the time of their lives, all living as one big happy family, and you, Grace,
you'd be at the center of it all in this scenario. You'll start with him.
Until he has you again, you're mine. Everyone lusts after you, Grace: men,
boys, women, girls, dogs and cats. I could see that everyone got a piece of
Grace."
"Lucky me."
"You're damn right, lucky you. Grace, you take it from me. You won't have
that figure and beauty for too many more years. Get all the sex you can
while you're young. Make memories. They last. You can't wear a memory out.
Use it, or lose it. And don't tell me you're not getting bored with Greg. I
don't care how good he is, a steady diet of anything gets boring after a
while."
"Mom, some of what you say makes sense, and some of this turns me on, but
you want me to be something I'm not, a bitch for one, a lesbian for
another - a fem bitch."
"I think you'll like both roles after you give it a good try."
"I think I'll throw up after giving them a try - possibly while."
"If you do, you'll lick it up, Bitch."
"Is that supposed to make me wet?"
"No, but it made me wet, slippery too...ummm, nice and slippery."
"Shit, I'm have phone sex with my own mother."
"Are you masturbating, too?"
"I am now."
"I didn't think you knew how. I always did that for you."
"I miss that. I like the way you do it better."
"I can still hold you on my lap. My breasts are still yours. Would you like
to suck on your mommy while she does that nasty thing for you?"
"Ummmm, yes...oh god, I want that again. I don't know what I liked more,
your magic fingers working between my legs or Daddy's big cock."
"You could have them both if we all live together. Life would never get
boring."
"Ummm, no, it wouldn't get boring. I have Andy to think of, too."
"Yes, of course. That horny devil would fuck you while you're eating me."
"YES, and drinking your piss!"
"If you're eating, you'll be drinking. OH GOD...
"OH FUCK..."
[long break...silence]
"Grace, are you there?"
[three second pause]
"I'm here. I dropped the phone."
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
"Better. I dropped the phone."
"See, it does turn you on, doesn't it?"
"Yes, all of it turns me on, but the reality may not. Suppose you sell your
home, build a pool and ad-on, move in, and it doesn't. Suppose I don't feel
like repaying my debts."
"We'd still like to live with you, and you'll need help raising Andy. I have
experience. I'll be his bag of guts. Your father would be handy, and you can
always turn your back so that Greg and I could get a little on the side. It
doesn't have to be all or nothing, Grace. All of the areas in between are
nice, too. All of the areas in between include a mommy who will take you on
her lap, draw a blanket over our laps, and make you go dreamy-eyed and drool
slobber on her tits."
"All areas in between, huh?"
"Let's just say all areas. I never minded doing that for you. I loved the
feel of my daughter's sexy pussy. I loved her scent, and when she wasn't
looking, the taste."
"Now the truth comes out, you pervert. My mommy loves pussy."
"You're god damn right. I love pussy, and I'm going to eat that golden gash
of yours till your head caves in, you gorgeous little lap slut."
[laughing] "Guilty. Well, this is more to my liking. I'll have to give this
craziness serious thought, assuming you are serious."
"I am very serious, furthermore your father and I discussed this idea with
Buddy and Steward's families, children and all. They love the idea. This
call couldn't have come at a better time, because I was about to propose
this to you. Andy can now serve as the catalyst."
"As long as he gets to fuck something, he'll serve. Mom, when you say, 'we',
I hope you aren't all planning on moving in. That would be eighteen people,
twenty-one in all. The house is big. It's not that big."
"They won't be living with us, but your home will be party central. Grandma
Roberts wants in, though. In fact, she'd like to move in and run the house -
the cooking and cleaning, not run it as in being the boss. She misses
looking after a large family."
"Well, we have the room even without building the ad-on master bedroom. Greg
mentioned that already. I have no problem. Hell, she's my grandma."
"So, you like our idea, do you?"
"This is a big step. I still need to think about it."
"Be thinking about that five hundred. That's my incentive to get this ball
rolling the way I want it to roll. That offer is only good for today."
"Shit, that only gives me two hours to decide. Can't this wait till Monday
so that I can have the weekend to feel Greg out."
"I'll feel Greg out. He'll feel me up. I'll fuck his gorgeous brains out,
then he'll be fine with this. Don't worry about Greg. Think about your poor
son who wants his mommy - naked."
"You got that straight. Damn!"
"Grace, just do it and get it over with. Let him have you, then be a bag of
guts for him. Get this mom and apple pie bull shit out of your head. You
gave birth to a life support system for a cock. You are part of the system."
"Yes, the bag of guts. You won't believe this, Mom, but that bothers me."
"It bothered your father, too. He said you always made him feel like a bag
of guts with a dildoe sticking out of it."
"Here we go again."
"Well, it's true, and you made me feel like a bag of guts with tits and
fingers."
"Oh Jesus Christ!"
"You'll make Andy a good bag of guts, Grace, just as soon as you realize
that's all you are to him, now. You'll realize that in short order if you
stay naked with him for very long."
"Yes, I can imagine. You may be disappointed. I can fend him off. You may
find me sleeping alone in a locked bedroom."
"Just as long as you're with him awake and nude when I call at midnight.
I'll want to talk to him. I expect he'll answer the phone and tell me he's
had you five times by then."
"Mom, if he has, you can keep the five hundred. I may just pay you five
hundred."
"Honey, stamina comes with this condition. These boys can screw all day and
half the night taking thirty-minutes breaks between screwings. They don't
cum much after the fifth time, but they'll sure screw like it's their first.
You had best rethink that bet, because I'll take you up on it just to teach
you a lesson."
"Forget it, then. I couldn't afford to lose. I can't afford to win, either.
Shit, I can't live like that. It's not just Andy, but this whole thing."
"Honey, if you end up being a bag of guts for Andy, which you will some day
soon, why not go for the whole enchilada and make it a party, make some
memories, serve your family, make a lot of people happy, and pay off debts."
"Mom, I was once the centerpiece in a circle jerk. This reminds me of that,
only this circle jerk will go on and on and on and this circle jerk will
have dogs in the circle."
"Remember, Grace, this is not an all or nothing proposition, but I insist
you try everything on your plate before deciding you don't like it. You were
always one to look at something and decide you don't like it. We all agree,
you'll make an excellent bitch. That's a sight we simply must see at least a
dozen times."
"You're only making this tougher. The hardest part for me will be doing this
with anyone except you watching. You make it sound like breeding me to the
mutts will be a spectator sport."
"Doing anything with you will be a spectator sport. Even your father wants
to make love and do his fantasy role playing with you with an audience
looking on. The bedroom he wants will have two rows of seating all around
the bed. Honey, you are the closest thing this family has to a super model.
You are our very own Cristi Brinkly. Can you blame us for wanting to see you
naked or wanting to watch everything you do."
"Yes, for all the good it will do. Shit, this really places me in a bind,
Mother. You are right, though. If I give Andy what he wants and end up
living as you described, I may as well go all the way and satisfy everyone's
curiosity - at least try it."
"That's the spirit. I'll be right over to help you undress and get prettied
up. Don't touch a thing. Oh, and get out the shaving gear."
"You're not thinking of shaving my pussy, are you?"
"Bald as a baby's ass, why?"
"That's not sexy."
"No, that's vulgar, but any woman that would fuck a dog is vulgar. We think
she should look vulgar. The vote was unanimous - shave the bitch."
"Oh fuck. You'll have to find me a twat wig to play the virgin whatever for
Daddy."
"We'll imagine. Don't you worry your pretty little head about any of those
nasty details. You just spread those sexy legs of yours and let Mommy make
you look like a vulgar bitch for Andy."
"You'd better get over here in a hurry if you don't want me to touch
anything."
"On my way."
This is the conversation I had with my mother, and this conversation had me
masturbating like a maniac. The truth of the matter is, I was tired of
fending off Andy, always fighting with him, and I couldn't stand to watch
him suffer any longer. I figured my mother might put my mind at ease about
giving him pussy. I knew she gave Buddy and Stewart pussy, and I knew she
still gave them all they wanted. I didn't expect this. The prospect of life
as she described was, at the very least, exciting to think about.
Like most women, after a good orgasm, I think straight. What had been fun to
think about was now impossible to carry out. No way could I live that way.
Sure, I could fuck Andy, but I didn't need her help to do that. All I had to
do was stand still with my panties around my ankles and wait for him to
position a step stool.
Twenty minutes later at the door, I said, "Mom, I can't go through with
this. This is crazy. This whole thing is crazy."
[Pushing her way on in] "Grace Elizabeth, I did not drive across town
thinking about seeing you naked, shaving your cunt, then eating you out
without at least getting that much, so get out of your clothes and lie back
on the dining table."
"Mother!"
"I'm serious, Grace. I am not taking no for an answer. Strip!"
I could see that rare determination in mother's eyes as she stood with
folded arms awaiting a strip. I shrugged and began undoing buttons. I
stripped the items off until I stood barefoot in panties with my thumbs
hooked in the waistband at each hip, there I paused to say, "Mom, we really
shouldn't."
"Pull the fuckers down, Grace. Pull them down and step free or I'll rip them
off your sexy ass."
I've heard that lust is the sincerest form of flattery. I saw raw lust for
me in my mother's eyes for the first time in my life. As sexual as we had
been, I never saw lust. She was always so cool and reserved, even massaging
my writhing pussy as though she were massaging my ticklish feet. I couldn't
help but feel flattered, even thrilled as I said, "All right, I'll pull them
down. Jeez, you're worse than Andy." I said while pulling my panties down
legs to die for, then stepping free. I do have legs to die for. I could see
that in her eyes. "There, I'm naked. Are you happy, now?"
"You're not naked yet, Bitch. Go get everything I'll need to make you naked
while I put on coffee. MOVE!"
I moved and returned to the dining room minutes later with soap, water, a
razor, and two towels. I folded one for my butt to rest on while saying to
mother who was busy in the nearby kitchen, "I don't even know if Greg likes
his pussy shaved."
"We're not asking him. I'll let you know what he thinks after our date."
While getting on the table and settling my butt at the edge over the folded
towel, I said, "What date. I said I'm not going through with this."
"We'll just see about that. I say magic tongue and magic fingers will see
that you greet Andy just the way you are. I'm going out with Greg whether
you like it or not, and we're leaving you two alone. At that point you'll
have to be thinking, is it worth it to kiss five-hundred bucks good-bye just
to cover something he has already seen."
"Very clever, Mother. Of course, I'd be a fool to get dressed. That will
lead to getting screwed, which will lead to us getting caught in bed
together, which will require me to tell Greg that Andy has the right to
screw me as often as he wishes, and if he's doing that, I may as well go for
the whole enchilada."
Mom came to the table with only one cup of coffee and set it off to the side
while taking her seat before the spread I offered, saying, "You were very
clever to figure all that out, now spread wider. Give Mommy room to work."
I set my bare feet on the ends of the armrests to Mom's chair then let the
knees part. Mom placed her palms on the inner thighs and pressed down hard
until her knees touched the table, making Grace say, "Mom, I don't give my
gynecologist a spread this good."
"He doesn't shave your pussy."
"No, but his nurse did when I gave birth to Andrew. She didn't need a beaver
this wide, nor did she need to get her face that close. Mom, what are you
doing?"
Breathing in deeply with her nose in the hairs, then letting out a breath of
bliss, my mother said, "Ummmm, sweet daughter pussy. I must try this before
we get started. Will you indulge me, Sweetheart?"
I couldn't believe my ears, but she did look serious. While Mom took a big
mouthful of coffee, I said, "Mother, you can't be serious. You wouldn't
really. Would you? Are you really into that sort of thing?...AHHHHH...oh
that's hot! Oh mother! Oh mother, your mouth is so hot. On no, don't suck on
my clit. Uhhh...Mom, you shouldn't lick me there. Oh shit, get your tongue
out of there. Good lord, this is so decadent. Oh, that's so nasty,...so
hot,...so...oh mother, suck on my clit some more!"
God, that was a trip. Mom went up to suck on the clit some more, smiling all
the way. She soon had me writhing in place, moaning and groaning. At the
brink of orgasm, Mom disengaged to rest her chin on my mound to say, "Will
you be a good fuck for Andy tonight?"
I looked down my torso at the wet face of my smiling mother, such a pretty
sight between my legs to die for. I smiled and said, "If you keep this up
until he gets home you'll be leaving that poor child alone with a horny
naked slut."
"That's the general idea. Now, let's get rid of this muff so that I can try
the before and after versions. Hold this spread, Dear."
I held the obscene spread while propped up on my elbows to watch the
procedure. Mom lathered me up good which almost triggered an orgasm in
itself. Mom worked the razor with great deliberation while keeping magic
fingers busy, keeping me at the brink. Mom had me talking trash about how I
would seduce my son and be a good whore for him, a good bag of guts for the
horny little fucker. The more vulgar my pussy became, the better my trash
talk became. When I had a bald cunt between my legs, I was one horny slut
ready to fuck anything.
Mom patted the area dry, took another big mouthful of coffee, then went in
for the kill. I braced. "AHHHHH FUCK! Oh, you cunt sucking bitch. EAT MY
CUNT! Oh yeah, suck that clittie, bitch! Oh, you fucking whore! Eat that
nasty pussy, you lesbian bitch!"
Mom smiled with her face in firm contact with everything except clittie, her
long tongue working wonders but not enough to be wonderful. I tried to take
matters into my own hands but was thwarted by Mom who caught me by the wrist
and came up to say, "No no...you stay out of this."
"Mom, I need to cum."
"I know you do, and you did after I hung up and that's why you had a change
of heart. No, you think better when you're horny and unsatisfied. If you
cum, you'll get dressed."
"Don't you think I know that."
"If you cum, it'll cost you five hundred bucks and a lifetime of great
memories."
I mulled, then said, "Don't let me cum."
"I won't, but you stay out of it, understood."
"Yes....Mom, if you can keep me this horny, I'll stay naked and meet Andy
this way. If I do that, I'm a goner. I'll make you this promise. If you
catch us in bed together, even if we're not screwing, I'll agree to anything
you and Greg work up. I'll at least try it all."
"We will hold you to that promise. Now, all we need to do is keep you this
horny."
"You could do that with your fingers. Mom, Greg arrives home thirty minutes
after Andy. We may be screwing when he steps through the door. That wouldn't
be good."
"No, but I like the way you're thinking."
"I'm not thinking, I'm just feeling, and I'm feeling like raping that boy's
sexy ass."
"There will be none of that. Greg will find us all seated at the table and
we will all be discussing sex education in the nude."
"All of us?"
"Yes. We should leave you two naked with Andy playing with his hard dick.
Besides, I want to show Greg a sample of what I'm bringing to the motel. I
plan to take him aside right away and get his mind on mattress dancing.
We'll leave as soon as possible. If Andy were in your lap nursing while you
played with his dick for him, that wouldn't be a bad vision for Greg to take
on this date."
"I like that vision myself. The boy has a nice cock for a twelve-year-old."
"They all do. The gene affects the genitals making them take on their adult
proportions early on. How big is his cock right now?"
"Almost as big as Greg's and Greg is no slouch. I'd say Andy has seven
inches about as thick as Daddy's thumb."
"He'll be a whopper if that's what he has at twelve. They don't grow in that
fast."
"He has big balls, too, in more ways than one. He's not afraid to threaten
me with his cock or tell me what he wants in no uncertain terms. He even
calls me a fucking whore for prying his fingers out of my crotch."
"He is a cute little devil, isn't he."
"I didn't think so at the time, but I adore him, now. I want to hear those
words again only this time while he's fucking me like a whore."
"The magic fingers haven't lost their magic touch."
"Ummmm, you know it. I'm a total goner. Start the party, bring on the mother
fuckers, flush out the plumbing, and release the hounds. Oh Momma, the
things you could make me do and keep on doing. I am so screwed."
"You will be if my fingers have their way. I never dreamed you were this
easy to manipulate, no pun intended."
"I didn't realize how much I missed your fingers, and your mouth is twice as
effective. I'm serious, you could totally manipulate me using both, and I'll
be honest with you - you should consider doing it this way. Why give me a
choice in the matter? A debt is a debt. If you don't pay your debts with
interest, they are turned over to a collection agency. You could serve the
same purpose."
"Something tells me you like that idea."
"Well, that runs along with the nature of my fantasies. There's my weakness.
Exploit my weakness and you'll get all that you want for as long as you
want."
"And when you say, no, stop, or you've had enough?"
"Tough beans. Mom, I'll go along with whatever you and Greg decide for me.
What I'm telling you is, you can see that I do and ignore anything I may
say. Odds are, when I return to my right mind, I'll want nothing to do with
this."
"Yes, I can see that could be a problem with you."
"A big one. You'll have to be the boss. You'll need to run the house and me.
Greg can make you the boss. I'll respect his wishes."
I knew when I said those things that I was fucking myself, but I couldn't
keep my big mouth shut. At the time, I meant every word and my feeling was,
if everyone else got to live out their fantasies, why not me. That was my
fantasy with my mother as the boss. I just never imagined she'd want a fem
bitch or have the desire to take a wizz in my mouth. I had imagined others
in the role, just not my own mother. After she ate me out so well, I felt
like returning the favor and could see her in the bossy dyke role. I liked
her in that role even better, so the words came flooding out.
Something I said, or everything I said, had Mom pacing and thinking, leaving
me and my deliciously hot pussy to lie and cool, as though keeping me hot
and out of my right mind were no longer necessary. I wanted to say, "Mom, my
pussy is getting cold." I wanted to keep it warm myself, but I had been told
to stay out of this. I sat there, still propped up on my elbows, still
holding the ridiculous beaver she placed me in and watched her think. I
watched her mull my bizarre future with a growing smile (on her face, not
mine).
She mulled while refreshing her coffee. By the time she returned to stand
and look down on my embarrassing beaver, for by this time, I felt very self
aware and absurd - embarrassed. She studied my bald cunt. Boy, did I ever
feel like a dumb bunny. Boy, did she ever look like a big bad wolf. The
lusty look was now a gleam in her eye. She was thinking about doing
something awful, something wicked, something I would hate, and doing it to
my poor pussy. She enjoyed my discomfort the way a wolf likes to watch a
bunny squirm under his paw.
Talk about regretting your words. I couldn't take it anymore. I began to
speak but she shushed me, saying, "I know what you're going to say, Grace.
You spoke silliness in the heat of passion. You were just kidding. That was
fantasy. No, don't move. You stay just as you are. Don't say a word, just
listen. You were right when you said you are so screwed, because I'm now in
charge and I answer only to Greg, and I can see that Greg stays pleased with
the arrangement. Claire and Rhonda will help, as will their girls right down
to little six-year-old Beth. He'll have a harem, and he can even pork
Grandma if he likes them old, spry, and grateful. You, my dear, are fucked."
Shit, tell me something I didn't already know. She had me exactly where she
wanted me. Even if she allowed me to speak, whatever I had to say would mean
nothing. My wants, desires, and wishes meant nothing. She acted as though
this were a done deal. If she could offer Greg a harem, it was. Buddy and
Stewart married sex pots and they both had adorable young girls, six in all,
ranging in age from six to twelve.
I laid there like a fucked bunny waiting to hear just how fucked I was. She
went on, "This changes things. We'll do this my way. Forget the five
hundred. Andy wanted you naked and tied to the bed. That's how he'll find
you. That's how Greg will find you. You have been at Andy's mercy all day. I
popped in an hour ago and cleaned you up, but left you bound. I'll explain
all this to Greg, only we need go no farther than this table for our
discussions, and we'll do our fucking on your bed, on you. You'll make a
good mattress while Andy takes a break."
Oh fuck, she was evil, certainly nasty. I had to admit, though, that was a
pretty good plan. I liked the fact that the plan absolved me of all
responsibility. So I sleep soundly in the morning and like to sleep in the
nude. Is that a crime? Greg left the bedroom door unlocked. Andy did get in,
and he managed to get all but one arm secured. Ten more seconds and the
little mother fucker hopeful would have a naked mother staked out on her
back in a spread eagle. Would he then screw her and then go off to school?
Hell no! The poor bitch would need cleaning up late in the afternoon.
I liked this idea. Mom could see I liked her plan. She checked my oil. My
loins responded. She smiled and said, "I see you like my idea."
I took that as an invitation to speak and said, "It's a good plan, Mom, but
will Andy go along. His daddy might react by yanking his mother fucking ass
off me and wailing the tar out of him before you've had a chance to do any
explaining. I think he'll be afraid to let his father think what you want
him to think."
"Leave Andy to me. I can explain the situation in under five minutes, then
turn him loose on you. Before Greg sees anything, I'll explain why he must
not react to what he sees. When I have his assurance, I'll lead him to the
bedroom. We will then have a long talk. After that, Andy will probably need
a break and Greg will be in a mood to demonstrate to you how fucked you are
and who the boss of this house is from now on. You'll eat the boss after the
master enjoys a good fuck."
"Oh God, Mother!"
"That's nothing. You'll eat me after a dog before long."
"Oh fuck!"
"And wash it down with a piss chaser."
"I'll want to."
"Hop down. Let's get you tied."
Mom used the same neck ties that Andy used. All four were still secured to
the four corners of the bed. After securing me, I objected when she wanted
to place two pillows under my lower back as Andy would need my cooperation
to accomplish that. Without a word, she took my clit between her thumb and
forefinger, pinched hard while twisting, saying, "Mommy, lift up or I'll
really hurt you."
She got her point across. I lifted and got my pillows. When I resettled, I
knew what open and vulnerable meant. I thought I did, but then she got the
bright idea to use two more neck ties to pull my knees out to the extreme,
securing the ends to the bed frame. She even loosened the ankle ties to
allow my knees to go out to the extreme. My thighs were in a straight line
offering my beaver up in the splits, which also brought my asshole up and
made it vulnerable. Given all day, Andy would think of these things. I'd be
in no position to argue about retying options or whether or not I wanted my
pussy shaved. He'd get bored.
It all looked perfect. All we needed was Andy to make a mother fucking mess
of me in twenty-five minutes, then go along with the story Mom wanted him to
go along with. I had my doubts until Mom finished tying me. Anyone who could
provide my son with pussy like this would have his full cooperation and
devotion. Mom's crazy ideas became less crazy and more real with each
passing minute.
Tying wasn't enough. The room had to look right after a boy spent all day
with a female amusement. She brought all the shaving gear in and dumped the
hairs at my ass, making a mess with the water bowl, leaving the towel on the
floor. She went all through the house and garage gathering up things a boy
would use on a bound bitch, then scattered them all over: veggies, flash
light, clothes pins, handles, clips and clamps, candles (lighting several
and melting wax over my tits - ouch), long-necked bottles, a blow dryer, and
a vibrating sander (without the sand paper, thank god).
I shuddered at some of the items she came up with, and the hot wax hurt like
hell, but he would think of all those things, and use them to torment me for
being a fucking whore to him by not letting him have pussy when he needed
it. He'd want to teach me a lesson I'd never forget. Honestly, had I spent
the day bound at Andy's mercy, I can't say I'd ever have the guts to refuse
him. Always, in the back of my mind I'd wonder, if he managed once, he might
again, and next time will be worse. I'd better spread my legs for him.
Mom wasn't aware but she gave me my number one fantasy, being at my son's
unmerciful mercy with all those instruments of torment and more. I drove
Andy to the point were he had to have me, had to risk tying me, and want
vengeance. I didn't wear jeans and sweats until Greg forced them on me. Bare
legs drive Andy crazy. Turning my back on him was an invitation to get my
panties dropped. When that happened, I made him pull them back up while I
held my skirt aloft to see that he snugged them back in place, especially in
the crotch. Who tormented whom?
The first time Andy called me a fucking whore was several weeks ago, roughly
a week after he began dropping my panties every chance he got. He was on his
knees before me following a good drop. I had my dress bunched up under my
tits, watching him take his sweet time working my panties up my killer legs.
He paused with the panties just past my knees to gaze on my pussy. I let him
gaze then told him to cover it up and to stop stalling. That's when he
looked up and said, "You fucking whore." I didn't get upset as I had told
Mom. I just smiled and said, "I may be a fucking whore, but you'll never get
any, so you may as well cover it up."
Since then, my teasing torments only got worse and his need grew worse. I
drove him to the point of desperation, then panicked at the last second. Mom
knew he'd want to fuck with me. The room as well as my body should look as
though he did. She had no idea how fucked over my body should really look.
She worked me over pretty harshly to make my cunt, ass, and tits look
tortured. After that, I was in no mood to tell her that she really should do
more to make it look right. I was a bigger baby than I thought, and that
damn sander damn near killed me. It did leave my cunt numb and throbbing.
Right before Andy was due to come bouncing through the door, she took a belt
and made criss crossing red marks all over my body from my neck to my knees,
but focusing on my tits, ass, and pussy. All of my begging and crying was to
no avail. She told me to bear up, that Andy would do that, and that the
redness had to last until well after Greg arrived. She told me to stop being
such a baby, then she beat me, and beat me, and beat me, leaving me to think
that maybe she did know how Andy felt. Still, he would have hit harder, so I
was glad she didn't know.
Mom stopped beating on me three minutes before the little devil came
bouncing in to find her there, smiling. She left my bedroom door open, so I
heard everything she told him. He just listened, obviously hanging on every
word, liking everything he heard. He agreed with her scenario and then
wanted at me. She went over the plan one more time then said, "Go get her,
Tiger."
I braced. He ran and came flying into the bedroom to be stopped dead in his
tracks by my bound beaver aimed right at the open doorway. All I heard was,
FUCK! then the hurried removal of clothes. Then came the hard bounce on the
bed and a hard stick of flesh go shooting up my sore pussy. Two eager hands
like Tiger claws dug into my abused breast flesh as a maniacal little devil
looked into my face, screaming, "YOU FUCKING WHORE! I GOT YOU NOW, YOU
STINGY BITCH!"
He sure did. He showed me. Mom stood at the side of the bed and watched
while playing with her pussy. This was my fantasy only with Mom in it,
adding to it. He fucked me so good, so hard, so fast, and with a vengeance.
He fucked as though trying to hurt me with his cock. I tried to act hurt,
insulted, and violated. I fooled him, but not my mother. She could see I was
loving this even when he pulled out and shoved his cock all the way up my
ass. I loved it; Andy loved it; she loved it; everyone would love it. This
was right - so wrong, yet so right.
Greg obviously agreed. He was stunned at what he saw, but less than an hour
later, he placed Mom over me and fucked her silly, his wet balls dragging
over my face as he did. That let me know where he stood. They left me tied
and got on the phone. By eight that evening, the bedroom bulged with people
who were taking turns with me. Everyone got a turn. I even met our next door
neighbors this way. The man introduced himself while introducing his dick to
my ass. His wife said hi and took a seat on my face.
So began a new life for me. Regrets? I have a few. I should never have
tormented Andy the way I did. I had no idea he'd hold a grudge as long as he
did, but in all honesty, I had it coming and everyone loves to watch him
make me squirm and beg. Let that be a lesson to you mothers. If your son
drops your panties, assume the position and then thank him when he's done.
Live and learn.
The End
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sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
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