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Date: Mon, 28 Jun 2004 08:34:45 +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.
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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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