Adventures in Big Cock Lust: Part 6



   Warning: This writing contains graphic descriptions of sex,
   including descriptions of adults engaged in sexual acts with
   minors. It is meant to be read by sane, mature adults who find
   this type of fiction entertaining and have no trouble
   distinguishing between reality and fantasy.



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   ADVENTURES IN BIG COCK LUST: PART 6



   by _ Ben Erato _



   ( M+F, mF, inc, size, cons, breast, ir, sm)



   _ Part 1: Andrea's Big Cock Worship _

   _ Part 2: Sheena's Creampie Treat for Daddy _

   _ Part 3: Angela, Thirteen and Promising _

   _ Part 4: A Father's Blessing _

   _ Part 5: Party Girl Mommy _
   
   _ Part 7: BC club's Teen Slut Training Manual



   Part 6: Michelle's Incest Confession
 
 
   For the coming Saturday,we had scheduled an all day BC club
   meeting. The entire BC club gang- the two of us, Darin and his
   'special guest' mom, Tom and BT, Sheena and her dad (who
   probably wouldn't attend), and of course Angela, would all be
   there.

   Andrea had also lined up Steve and five of his friends from
   the university for what they were told would be a barbeque,
   with her, they hoped, as the raw meat. At Andrea's suggestion,
   we had asked Darin to bring his mom Michelle and arrive a
   couple of hours early, so that we could get her feeling
   comfortable, and primed for what was about to come. But as it
   turned out that precaution was completely unnecessary.

   After his heartwarming account of his first incestuos
   experience with his mom, all we had talked about was the
   approach we should take in introducing Michelle to the club's
   activities. Darin's approach was that at worst, we could use
   blackmail to enforce her silence in case she freaked, about
   our club's underage members.

   "Don't give her any cock in the meanwhile." Andrea advised,
   "Keep her desperate, and promise her the world after the
   party."

   Thursday was another lovely day, warm and breezy. Darin called
   unexpectedly and asked if he could drop by with his mom who
   had taken the day off. We excitedly said sure, and a few hours
   later, he and his mom arrived from a champagne brunch in
   celebration of their new relationship.

   They entered, making a striking, well-dressed pair, filling
   the hall with the smell of aftershave and perfume. She wore a
   smart skirt with a loose silk shirt and three-inch heels. He
   was all dressed up smart, in a white shirt and black
   corduroys, with shiny black lace-up boots. This was a new
   Darin we were seeing, obviously dressing to mom's taste.

   We hugged and said our loud hellos, and I got my first look at
   the woman we had based our mommy slut character on. She did
   not look forty-six. Mature, yes, but surprisingly girlish and
   pretty, with cute, sharp features in a beautifully
   complexioned face. Her platinum blonde hair and wire framed
   glasses gave her a studious-but-sexy look that had me staring,
   but not at her face. This perfect Playboy caricature of a
   blonde bimbo librarian wasn't complete without the massive
   jugs on her chest.

   Words cannot describe my excitement at seeing the treasures
   'in the flesh' that I had tried to picture for so long.
   Amazingly, they exceeded even my hopeful imagination. It all
   made sense now, the fan club, Darin's possessiveness. I felt
   for poor Darin, coming of age, with those beauties constantly
   in his vision, but out of reach. I could tell right away, from
   the low start of cleavage, that they were perfectly shaped.
   The kind of tits that because they were so big, weighed down,
   leaving no swells to form cleavage, stretching the chest skin
   above paper-thin.

   While I stood there, tongue tied, Andrea was bubbling with
   warmth and charm. She complimented Michelle on her looks and
   dress, "And my! looks like I'll have some serious
   competition!" she said jokingly as she did a little tit
   shaking shimmy.

   "Why, thank you!" Michelle giggled and echoed her movements,
   to even better effect. After all, this was her specialty.

   "Well! I never thought I would see Andrea outdone in that
   department." I said as we congregated to the living room.

   "My mom's got the best tits in the whole world!" said Darin,
   reaching out and hefting one of them for us. A tantalizing
   swell appeared above her neckline from the displaced flesh. He
   was definitely tipsy from the champagne and obviously excited
   that we were at the start of the fantasy fulfillment we had
   played out so often. I hoped he wasn't going to screw this up
   by being too brash, but I needn't have worried.

   "Don't be crude, baby. What will they think!" she said,
   slapping at his hand and looking at Andrea and me with a coy
   smile. I could tell from her body language that she was
   obviously pleased by his compliment. Darin had already warmed
   her up good. I imagined her hands on his erection, and his
   frank promises earlier.

   Darin drew her into his arms and held her, staring into her
   eyes. "Mom, you promised to be a hot bitch for me today,
   remember?" we heard him whisper. She sighed and lifted her
   face for an open mouthed kiss, as his hand disappeared into
   her shirt to knead her breasts. She responded with a genuine
   intensity and her eyes remaining closed long after he let her
   go, a happy sign that the champagne high was good for her too.
   It was plain to see she was in love with her handsome, coarse,
   and virile son.

   Taking her kiss as a green light, he turned her towards Andrea
   and me. "I wanna show my beautiful mom off to my friends,
   okay?" he said loudly, his speech a little slurred. He was
   squeezing her tits and almost pushing them out of the top, "I
   want to show off these tits so they can see what a beautiful
   bitch my mom is. It's okay Ben. We can talk nasty to mom, she
   doesn't mind, she's heard worse and gotten off on it. You just
   gotta hear her stories, dude, she's done some wild stuff.
   You'll see, She's the mommy-slut you said she was, dude!"

   "Oh Darin!" This nasty compliment seemed to have quite an
   effect on Michelle. She was breathing heavily, turned on by
   his possessive confidence. Simultaneously, she was visibly
   self-conscious, despite all the prepping. She seemed to be
   aware of the guilty, incestuous, spectacle they presented, and
   her eyes would not meet ours.

   Seeing her discomfort, Andrea took charge. "You guys look so
   hot together!" she said going up to Michelle and putting a
   hand up to her face, and cupping her cheek. "We're going to
   have so much fun getting to know each other! You should know
   I'm crazy about Darin's cock, and I bet you are too, so we
   have that in common already, right?" She kissed her quickly on
   the lips, pressing her breasts into Michelle's. "I have to
   tell you, Michelle, I happened to fuck this guy who knew you,
   and boy, he told me some wild stuff about you. Sucking off
   twenty guys! Even I've never done that!"

   Michelle was a bit unsettled, she considered denial but
   remembering her promise to Darin not to hide anything, said
   instead, "Yeah, it was fantastic, darling! I must have come
   dozens of times."

   You mean they fucked you too?"

   "No way, I mean just from feeling the cum on my face."

   There was an appreciative silence at the erotic confession.

   "Mom's crazy about cocks all right! She's sucked lots of big
   cocks, haven't you, mom?" Darin said.

   When she didn't reply, he took hold of a nipple and pinched
   it, making her jump. " Haven't you, mommy bitch?"

   "Ouch! Yes...yes, I have!" Michelle giggled, "And you're a
   mean son of a bitch!" She laughed at her own humor, and we all
   chuckled. "I promised Darin I would not hide anything today,
   so yes I love cocks and I love cum. There I've said it."

   "See what I mean? Mom's a nasty hot bitch, dude!" said Darin
   "You couldn't ask for a better BC club whore! She's a slut for
   cock cream. That, and having her tits group-groped, she loves
   that too."

   I cringed again at his confident testing of her limits, but he
   knew what he was doing, judging from Michelle's mixed
   expression of embarrassment and arousal. She was overriding
   her instinct to be indignant. She knew she had to play along
   if she hoped for Darin to keep his promises. She was horny,
   and so she was also game.

   "Then welcome to the club, Michelle!" Andrea was pouring four
   glasses with Dom from our Christmas party stash. We all
   clinked and cheered, and paired off, settling on the couches.
   I felt a rush of elation at how smoothly this was going.

   Andrea was wearing a string bikini top; with a loose skirt so
   low you could see the shaved skin of her mound. A silver belt
   hung two inches above, on her sexy hips. She gave Darin an
   open mouthed kiss and a cock squeeze with his mom looking on.
   Michelle looked intently at them, and I sensed her envy as she
   watched the handsome young duo.

   Andrea positioned herself in her favorite place, at Darin's
   feet, with her breasts against his knees and her hands in his
   lap, face upturned to accept the spit he liked to drool into
   her mouth.

   I saw my chance and grabbed Michelle by the hand playfully,
   and pulled her to the couch roughly, so we landed close
   together, her breast pressed against my arm. Turning to her, I
   shook my head in mock awe as I continued to frankly ogle her
   breasts. She laughed, and with a quick look at Darin, lifted
   them up almost to her chin for me. Darin was watching with
   excited, sidelong glances as he and Andrea sucked at each
   other's mouths.

   "Shake 'em for me, girl!" I said, hanging my tongue out and
   panting.

   She giggled and setting her drink down, she brought her arms
   together and up under her chest, creating six inches of plump
   cleavage where once there was none. Then she raised her arms
   above her head, and with little movement, magically made the
   big orbs swing from side to side under her loose fitting red
   silk top. It was a perfected move, with a minimum of body
   movement. The globes hung in their slings, heavy enough for
   their movement not to be restricted by the industrial strength
   bra I could tell she was wearing. The best part of it, though
   was her coy "Ooops! I hope nobody saw" expression, which was
   very hot and sexy. She surely had a talent for tit tease. She
   made sure Darin was still watching as she continued to give me
   the tit flinging show without tiring. I realized after a
   while, she was waiting for requests for what to do next.

   I leaned back, letting her see my positive reaction as it
   tented my pants. She broke out in a happy grin, and I couldn't
   help picture that sparkling face covered in spend.

   "Bring 'em here, Michelle!" I commanded. "Bring me those
   beautiful mommy treats"

   She turned and leaned forward eagerly, sighing and offering
   them to me without bringing her arms down. My outsrteched
   fingers grabbed crudely, sinking into the heavy, firm
   balloons, gripping them hard. It must have hurt, and her happy
   smiley mask dropped for a second and was replaced with a
   questioning, pleading look.

   "What a hot pair of tits! They're begging for rough
   treatment." I said as if in explanation.

   Darin's ears caught that, and he paused his spit swapping with
   Andrea. "Hey, Ben, I promised mom we would show her how we
   treat mommy-slut tits at BC club. All she's had is those lame
   fuckers at the university groping them. I gave her a taste
   last night, but like I told her, you're the master, dude!
   She's dying to find out."

   I softened my grip and drew her close for a tender, no-tongue
   kiss. "Michelle, you are one beautiful woman. I want you to
   see how good your tits feel when handled properly by an
   expert. Come with me!" I took her hand and pulled her to the
   bedroom, standing her in front of our dressing table mirror.
   She looked in the reflection as I stood behind her and started
   squeezing her huge mounds through her shirt, going easy at
   first, before starting in on the more sadistic stuff. She
   responded perfectly, her smile breaking into submissive
   grimaces with the unfamiliar pain, but always returning to
   eager, smiles. I kept up a litany of crude comments about how
   hot her tits looked as they spilled out of her shirt with my
   clenching fingers.

   "Just look at these big fuck handles!" I hissed in her ear,
   distorting their shape, and tugging at the big handfuls of
   breast meat. She watched, fascinated by my comments, as if
   seeing herself newly through my eyes.

   "Okay, Now lets see them. Take the shirt off. No, take all
   your clothes off" I commanded, standing back and stroking
   myself. I almost stopped her when I saw the erotic sight of
   her overflowing black lacy bra. I wanted her to parade in
   those. "Later." I promised myself. "Now, release the snaps on
   your bra and get out of the straps, but let it stay there.
   Good! Now shake 'em free. Slowly! Oh yes, Michelle, that's a
   sight to behold. That is fucking hot!"

   She loved my reaction, and made me a visual treat of her
   swaying globes again, before bending down to take off the rest
   of her clothes. Gone was her indecision. She was in her
   element, her face flushed with arousal, from the shame, and
   exhibitionistic thrill she got when first revealing her naked
   body to a fresh set of eyes.

   Oh man, her tits were even more gorgeous than I had pictured.
   What the loose shirt had hidden, was that the huge breasts
   were hanging from a frail and thin torso that looked like they
   belonged on a skinny teenager. Her waist could not have been
   more than twenty-eight inches. But below that, it was like
   another body altogether. Her hips flared out suddenly into a
   huge, matronly rump and chubby thighs that again curved in to
   pretty knees and calves.

   Despite being that big, her tits had conical tips. The nipples
   were thick, three-quarter inch berries, perched high, pointing
   up and away at a wide angle, with those huge swells below
   fighting and losing the struggle against gravity. The heavy
   tits hung to the sides, making half their mass visible in the
   mirror when she raised her arms above her head. O, sweet
   creation!

   I could see right away that Michelle's hunger for male
   attention was directly related to her low self image. Aside
   from the great tits, her torso was shockingly thin, flaring
   out to disproportionately enormous hips and buttocks.
   Unsightly thighs is probably all she saw in her bathroom
   mirror. I realized with a shock that with all the stories
   about her wild parties, there was no mention of her getting
   fucked. It was all starting to make sense. Those beer drinking
   university morons and their pea-sized spring-break sex brains
   had seen and rejected everything below her tits.

   Well, It isn't everyone's cup of tea, but I happen to love
   this germinatrix body type. Although her ass stuck out at the
   back like a counterweight to her tits, from the front, her
   super-wide, curvy hips and flat belly were quite pleasing. I
   could see laying my head down for a nap on that soft white
   pillow after a good fuck. Her pussy was nowhere to be seen,
   disappearing into a clean 'V' at the juncture of her plump
   thighs. All in all, with those prize tits, she was a sexy
   package.

   More importantly, I knew intuitively that Michelle would take
   well to subservience and pain training. She had large breasts
   but gigantic needs and her sexual gratifications so far would
   pale when she discovered the far out pleasures we were about
   to introduce her to.

   "My, you are a beauty Michelle, your son is right, you're one
   hot bitch!"

   She blushed and squirmed as I reached for her tits, resuming
   the fondling in front of the mirror. Aaah! The indescribable,
   primal pleasure, of grabbing those soft, heavy, bundles of
   flesh possessively. To spend minutes, days, years! making a
   catalog of ways to pleasure and torture these big tits. Andrea
   role playing her was fun, but the real thing would be
   something else.

   "Never had them man handled like this, have you Michelle?"

   She was sighing rhythmically with my constant, rough,
   caressing, watching me intently to absorb the moves I found
   particularly erotic.

   "No, never. But... Ooh, Oooh...Ouch! I never thought it would
   make me so wet. Darin told me he likes to hurt them and that's
   what I must put up with if I want his cum. I want to learn,
   Ben, I want to please him."

   "He'll be really pleased, only when you learn to love it and
   ask for rough treatment. These are hot, sexy fucking tits,
   Michelle. The kind that make guys like us want to punish 'em
   for being so sexy. It's the ultimate compliment, you see? Show
   that you like the pain and see how men will love you for it.
   We just love submissive, pain loving sluts."

   "Oh Ben! I'll do anything to make men hot for me. It's awful,
   but I need it all the time. I'm really addicted to their cum.
   I want Darin's cum so bad! But I just can't compete with all
   the young girls you guys have to serve you, can I?"


   "Michelle, listen to me. There is nothing sexier than a mature
   woman that has the need for cock like you do. The young
   bitches are fun, yes, but it's all new to them, they don't
   lust for cock cream and dream about wallowing in it like you
   do. That makes you a very desirable woman, and with these
   lovely fat tits to offer, well, frankly, you have an edge."

   "Really? You really think I can compete for men's cum even
   though I'm... I'm... so fat?"

   "I'll be honest, Michelle. I happen to like a woman with fat
   hips and big fleshy ass, cause I am into spanking and dildo
   training, but most guys are turned off. That's why you have to
   provide something that makes up for it, something that makes
   you real special and makes you the center of attention, no
   matter how many hot bitches are competing for cock."

   "Thanks for being so honest, Ben. I know you are really
   experienced. Darin really admires you. He told me at lunch, he
   wants me to be the kind of sexy mom that he's always
   fantasized about and that you and Andrea can help me because
   you guys understand him."

   "I know what Darin wants, Michelle. I can turn you into his
   fantasy mom, but it's gonna take a lot of commitment on your
   part. You will have to be willing to be subservient, and not
   flinch from the extreme stuff. ItŐs not every woman's cup of
   tea, but if you stick with it and grow to love it, you will be
   the one that Darin, and every hot blooded male, wants to
   always have around for sex. I guarantee it."

   "Oh please, Ben, teach me to be like that. I'm not afraid. I
   know it's probably going to involve pain, but I already feel
   as if I could get to like it. When Darin pushed me around and
   hurt my breasts last night, he was so excited. I was really
   wet and wanted him to fuck me, but I didn't dare ask. Isn't it
   awful, a mother wanting her own son to fuck her?"

   "Michelle, I know you love cum on you and really get off on
   it, but what about fucking? When was the last time you got
   fucked properly?"

   She was silent, and I saw her eyes were filling up. "It's been
   a while, Ben. I guess I'm too ashamed about my big ass to
   flaunt it, and most guys are only interested in my tits and
   cumming on me."

   I really felt for her, and hugging her tight, kissed her
   deeply. She sobbed into my neck and kissed me back
   passionately. She was all woman, at once frail, and pillowy
   soft. My hands roamed the exciting curves of her hips and
   buttocks, rubbing and exploring every inch. She could sense my
   sincere enjoyment and sighed contendedly. As I intensified my
   groping, she melted into me and I knew she understood my
   signal that she could come to me for comfort. She felt
   wonderful, and I had a pang of guilt about the designs I had
   on this sincere woman.

   My hand went between her legs and cupped her furry mound. I
   felt with my fingers that she had a large, womanly cunt, and
   dipped my two middle fingers into her sopping, velvety hole.
   She gave a sharp intake of breath as I found her pucker on the
   other side.

   "Michelle darling, all your dirty wishes shall come true and
   more. You knew when you came to the BC club. your life would
   change, and you were hot and ready for it. I shall take you on
   a long journey from which you cannot turn back. Do you want
   this?"

   "I'm ready Ben, haven't I proved it yet? I want to be used by
   you and my son, and anyone else you say, to please yourselves
   with, in any way you wish. I'll beg if I have to, if it will
   get me fucked by Darin's cock all the time. I want all his
   wishes, and all my cravings fulfilled. I want to experience
   new things, things I have fantasized about for years. I know
   what the tradeoff is, and what this makes me, and I am willing
   to accept it. A woman who has given up any pretense at self
   control- a sex slave. A mommy sex slave. That's what my boy
   wants, and this hot-bitch mommy wants to give him!"

   "Good, Michelle, you are exactly the nympho slut we had hoped
   to turn into a BC club slave. From now on, you will become a
   submissive slut whose main focus is to allow her body to be
   used by men and women to act out their every fantasy. You will
   be constantly groped, tied, beaten, fucked, made to do the
   nastiest things, and your body always put on display for
   everyones enjoyment. There will be no consideration of what
   you may or may not like. You will be treated as a mindless
   toy, a freely available object for making dicks hard and cunts
   wet."

   I had her on her toes, raised up by my ass and cunt grip. She
   was moaning loudly and practically pouring viscous cunt juice
   into my palm. This was pure gold. The bitch was creaming with
   her own final submission to her lusts. We were home, free!

   "Michelle, you lucky slave cunt! When Darin sees what you are
   willing to do for him, he's going to be in heaven. You will be
   the perfect slut mom he dreams of, one that gives him the
   biggest hardons, that makes him want to fuck you along with
   the other girls, and keep you fed with cum all day. Isn't that
   what you want?"

   "Oh God! Yess! I want to get fucked by Darin so bad. I want
   all his cum! I'll be the best slave slut for him if that's
   what he wants, Ben! I'll thrill him by being a slutty mom with
   no limits. I'll show him my true self, how much I crave his
   cum and to be used for his pleasure."

   "Don't forget the pain, Michelle, you had better start liking
   it right away, and keep expanding your limits, 'cause that is
   something that will be dished out by everyone, Darin included.
   The more slutty your behavior, the more likely you will be
   punished for being such a whore and willing to do the things
   we have planned for you. When Darin fucks you, I know him, he
   is going to be brutal, once he sees what a horny, pain loving
   slut his mom is. Think you can handle it?"

   "Ohh God yesss! You don't know me, Ben. I dream of that! I
   dream of being raped by his huge cock. He can hurt me if he
   gets off on it, he can beat me, kill me! Ohh, I don't know
   what's happened to me, Ben, I've snapped. I'm turning into a
   sex mad woman...Oh God, I am so wet, just thinking about
   getting fucked by my Darin."

   "Okay, slave Michelle, lets see how quickly you will train.
   Lets start with those big breasts. Hands on your head! Elbows
   back. Stick your chest out. Now, say please hurt my tits,
   master."

   I could feel her submissive anticipation as her head lolled
   back onto my shoulder. She tried, but the words wouldn't come
   out, so she just thrust her chest out instead. I grabbed her
   tits with her nipples in a firm grip and pulled them out until
   her tits were elongated cones, and leaning back, lowered her
   by her crushed nipples till they were supporting her full
   weight.

   "Aaaaahh!" she yelped with the pain.

   "Say it!"

   "Pleasehurtmytitsmaster!" she squeaked out.

   I took my time bringing her back up. My fingers were digging
   in hard to lift her full weight, she must have hurt like hell.
   Her nipples and areolae looked bruised and splotchy red, and
   she had tears in her eyes.

   "Did it hurt, slave?"

   "Yes."

   "Did you like it? Did you like the pain?"

   "Yes"

   "Then say thank you. And call every man SIR from now on"

   "Thank you, sir."

   "Darin! Andrea! Come in here!"

   Darin and Andrea were in the doorway in a flash. When they saw
   her naked, and saw what I was doing, they grinned excitedly.
   Darin stared at his mom's body, he realized that even with the
   sex they had, he'd never seen her fully naked. He came up to
   her and looked at her closely, turning her this way and that,
   inspecting her like a nicely wrapped gift. He turned her
   around roughly, setting her tits jiggling, to look at her big,
   round ass cheeks and creamy fat thighs. Michelle maintained a
   pained smile throughout, and was developing an allover blush
   as her greatest vulnerabilities were exposed.

   "Darin, Andrea, I think we have a new BC club trainee slave."

   "That's exciting news!" said Andrea.

   Darin slapped his mom's ass in joy. "Wow, mom! Is it true? Are
   you really going to be a BC club whore?" He laughed at her
   deep shame and discomfort. Boy, he was raring to go.

   "Michelle and I just had a long talk, and she has confessed
   her hidden, sinful needs to me. As we all know, she has tried,
   a little, to satisfy them. She has tried the party whore
   stuff, but even with all the cocks she's been sucking, she
   does not feel fulfilled. I'm not surprised. The bitch hasn't
   been fucked properly for years! We'll soon show her she's come
   to the right place, right Darin?"

   Darin was giving her tits a cruel working over, turned on by
   the news of his mom's commitment. "That's right, mom, no more
   fucking games. No more having to cock tease your wimpy dates.
   Now you are dealing with us, and we know just how to satisfy a
   horny cunt like you." Turning to me, he said, "I knew you
   could do it, Ben. I just knew the bitch was ready!"

   He inspected her inflamed, reddened tits. "Fuck! These look so
   nice all bruised. Mom, you make a fucking sexy slave. I am so
   happy that Ben and Andrea are seeing how sexy my hot mom is.
   Is your pussy all wet, mom? Did you like the treatment your
   tits got?

   "Yes Darin." Then, remembering my instruction, "Yes, sir."

   "Well done, slave. Now bring your hands down. Unzip Darin and
   take his cock out....good! Now step back, and repeat
   everything you confessed to earlier. You must make your son's
   cock hard, just by describing how you will be a slave slut for
   him. If you fail, you will get your first whipping, got it?"

   "Yes sir"

   She did as I said and stepped back, looking longingly at the
   cock dangling from Darin's fly as I stood behind her. Her task
   wasn't going to be too hard, Darin's cock was starting to grow
   with the anticipation. I brought my hand down and felt her
   pussy from the back. Her bush was soaked, and I could feel the
   wetness that had spread onto her inner thighs.

   "Michelle has lots to confess, don't you Michelle?"

   "Darin, honey, forgive me for being crude and honest. The time
   has come for you to know the full truth about me. I have made
   a decision to stop holding back, and stop fooling myself that
   I can go on denying my true slutty nature. Ben is right, I am
   no longer satisfied by the immature men I have been turning to
   for sex. I need a strong minded man, like you, to take charge
   of me. To show me what I am really capable of. I have strong
   needs, Darin. Always have.

   "Ever since your dad divorced me for being serially
   unfaithful, I tried unsuccessfully to go straight and become a
   respectable woman and a good mom for you. But, I was always
   too weak, honey. My horny nature always won in the end. You
   grew up in the arms of a horny slut, son.

   "Oh God, there were so many times when I was such a bad
   mommy-whore Darin, right in our home. Luckily you were still a
   baby, and later, too young to really understand what was going
   on. I was younger then too, and really slim and sexy. I was
   always getting attention because of my big tits, and I loved
   it, cause I always was an exhibitionist. I could cum just from
   creating a scene for men ."

   Darin's snake was filling with blood and making little growing
   twitches.

   "There were parties, honey. That's why you had a baby sitter.
   I would rush to get home after the party, to put you to bed. I
   would usually have cum on my lips when I kissed you goodnight.
   You always wanted to know what mommy was eating when you smelt
   my black cock breath. I was the most popular whore for a large
   group of black men. They passed me around for years like a
   piece of meat. You know how they are about blonde white sluts
   with big tits. I always had bruises and cock breath. That's
   when I first became addicted to cum parties.

   "Just picture it, a young mother getting gang fucked and
   letting her baby boy see and smell the results. Oh God! Those
   were the best times, because those brutes really knew how to
   treat me. Your dad was too gentle with me Darin, that's what
   made me wander in the first place. I was like a fish out of
   water after marriage, son.

   "You see, I had grown up abused. When I started growing these
   big tits, it was too much to expect dad and his poker friends
   to keep their hands off them. They were the ones who first
   showed me what a hot bitch I was although I was only sixteen.
   I believed them when they told me it was my fault that my body
   was made for sex, and that my tits were special and needed
   stimulation to keep them growing. I learned to carry trays
   with nothing on but high heels. I should have known that dad
   would wager my virginity sooner or later. After that he was
   giving it away on small bets. I would never have gotten
   through high school if not for headmaster Thomas. When I grew
   up and went to college, I was pursued by all kinds of men who
   assumed I had sophisticated tastes. They were all gentlemen
   like your dad, and I tried to be happy. But all the men I had
   looked up to until then had been crude fuckers, and they had
   made me feel good, by treating me like a whore, not a lady."

   Darin's cock lurched and bobbed with his contractions,
   starting its ascent towards his belly. A drop of precum
   dripped off the angry looking head.

   "When you were older, I tried to take you along to play with
   my men-friend's kids so you wouldn't be alone at home. Do you
   remember Trevor? And Lucio? And Michael? They all got to peek
   in and watch me getting three holed by their dads in exchange
   for playing with you. Later they would get a quick blow job as
   a reward before we said goodbye. They tried their best to get
   me to involve you, to make things simple, but I always
   refused.

   "You were my special boy. When you were seven, I started
   feeling your cute cock and balls for comfort while you were
   sleeping with me. It was shameful, and I was so afraid you
   might wake up, but I couldn't help it. There were times when I
   would let you play with my sticky tits and hug you to sleep,
   and use their cum deposits to lube your little cock. We were
   just like lovers, baby. When you were twelve, and you were
   having 'wet dreams', I was having sex with you, without you
   knowing. I knew that you were getting used to my body. I loved
   your cock so much, and loved watching it grow from the regular
   attention I was giving it. I had to stop that as you got
   older, but I always kept my eyes on its growth.

   I used to go crazy seeing how big your cock was getting, but I
   had promised myself. Oh, it was magnificent, but it was the
   only cock I could not have. How careless you were when you
   started masturbating, Darin. Did you do that purposely, son?
   You always made sure I caught you, or left your cum globs on
   things for me to have to suck up. I've been tasting your
   fabulous cum right from the start, baby."

   Darin's cock was fully erect now, and pulsing, without any
   stimulation other than her hot confession. She had done it!
   But, she was not about to stop there.

   "I thought I was being a good mother, all this time, hiding
   everything from you, but at the same time, I hated seeing us
   drift apart. I could see you were jealous, without really
   knowing why. Your cock must have missed my mouth, and you were
   too old for me to let you play with my tits anymore. I was
   getting fat, and getting dumped by my regulars as they found
   younger prey. I was really getting desperate, and running out
   of options, when I got that Librarian's position at the
   university. At last, I found an outlet for my frustrations,
   and started enjoying cocks again.

   "Well, you all know the rest. When Darin confronted me, it was
   useless to hide anymore. The last few days have been
   agonizing, trying to decide how far to let all this go. But
   today, I can't pretend there is any other option. I have
   waited too long for the freedom to be myself, to feel your
   grown up cock in my incestuous cunt.

   "Darin, it makes me so horny that you have grown up to be a
   powerfully sexual man, and have been introduced to some pretty
   far out stuff. You are the handsome stud son I always hoped
   you would become. In your heart, you always knew intuitively,
   what your mom was like. Now that you have proof, you probably
   want to make up for all the lost years. I know I will have to
   accept your terrible hidden anger towards me. Anger, for
   having denied you my slut body while allowing total strangers
   to use it. It's only fair I should accept your punishment for
   that. I only hope your anger does not make you reject me. I
   would die, son. After all, you will never want for hot sluts
   with that beautiful cock. I know that the only way I can
   compete for your love, now, is to be the extreme whore you
   want, one that has given up complete control of herself to him
   and his friends, one that is totally owned.

   "Now I have made that decision, it will not be difficult for
   me, all I have to do is be the subservient slave slut I have
   been for so long when faced with the demands of dominant men.
   Oh God! You only have to see how wet my cunt is to know I am
   ready to serve, in every way. I grew up with rough treatment,
   boys, so I can learn to handle pain if that is part of my
   punishment for being a slut.

   "I will be a good attendant for Darin and others. I am
   experienced in pussy and ass priming and cleaning up services.
   I will not disappoint. Oh yes, I know I know what he expects,
   Darin has already warned me. I am fully aware it might involve
   little girls. That will be a challenge, I have never done it
   before, but I can see myself doing it, eating cum out of their
   pussies and asses, specially if it is Darin's. As for black
   men, I know what they like, I can put on great performances
   for him if he likes, for large groups if that's what he has
   arranged. I hope he will get into that. Oh God, I am getting
   so horny just thinking about it. I''ll be in heaven if he
   wants to referee a gang rape of his hot-fuck mother.

   "There, I've said it all. Does it disgust you Darin, that your
   mom is so degenerate? After the fun of using me sexually, will
   you still be able to love and respect me as your mom? Or will
   it just disgust you, make you despise me, or throw me out,
   like your dad?"

   There was a tense silence, then Darin stepped forward and
   hugged her tightly, trapping his weeping erection against
   their bellies. "Oh mom, thank you for being honest! It's all I
   really wanted, to share everything in life with you. You are
   making me one happy, horny son. I can't wait to make all our
   horny dreams come true. I love you, mommy slut-whore!" Darin
   lifted her off her feet, carrying her as she went limp in his
   strong embrace.

   "Oh Darin, you are such a man," she said when he released her,
   and greedily took possession of his pulsing erection. "Tell me
   what you want from your horny slave, baby."

   In answer, he took hold of her hair and forced her onto her
   knees for the submissive cock salute that would be the
   metaphor for his sexual dominance, and remind her of her role.

   Feeling his heavy cock on her face, Michelle groaned with
   joyous relief. At last! She had poured out her innermost
   secrets and her son had reacted the way she hoped. "Oh baby, I
   love your cock so much," she whispered into his balls dreamily
   with her eyes closed.

   It was a beautiful, hot scene. Andrea and I held each other as
   we looked on, not wanting to interfere in the special moment.

   Our sexual experiences since meeting Darin had been a
   continuous enactment of my deepest obsessions. The witnessing
   of dirty infidelities, the plundering of underage innocence,
   the uninhibited enjoyment of tits and cunts, and the
   unmatchable thrill of doling out painful abuse. And today, we
   had another addition, one that should provide yet another mind
   blowing element to our already-gratifying proceedings at the
   BC club: The white hot heat of incest- a hot, super-stacked,
   cum addicted, slave-bitch mother, fully committed to selling
   her sexual soul for an exalted place in her son's harem.

   Saturday's meeting would be the best yet!
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   © 2006 Ben Erato





