Summary: Mom that decides to give some background regarding hers
and Hubby's twisted teasing of their son, which happened two
years prior to finding Megan's video.

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Story: A Slut Like Me by LaurenMom pt 2 (MF, m, inc, exh) (Jun
2010)

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I should pause for a bit and share some of the key events of the
last two years that I believe may have caused my daughter to
adopt some of my slutty tendencies. My husband, who I usually
refer to as Hubby, but whose name is Alan has been losing his
interest in sex for many years. We have been married nearly
twenty. And for at least ten (maybe fifteen), his libido has been
gradually shrinking. It's not that he doesn't enjoy sex. It's
more like, the amount of sexual contact he needs has gotten
smaller and smaller. Where he once wanted to screw me almost
daily(way back when), he's now satisfied with making love once a
month.

It's not that he won't be intimate with me. He doesn't refuse. If
I want to have sex, he accommodates my needs. But that's actually
part of the problem. I want to share my sexuality with a partner
who doesn't just accommodate me, but who needs to fuck me...maybe
not as often as I need to (pretty much daily), but at least
someone who's in the same ballpark. I want the guy to WANT me
once in a while.

But alas, regardless of everything I've tried (books, articles,
therapy, little blue pills, testosterone supplements and so on),
I'm still left lying in bed every morning next to a man who loves
me and his family, who's a great provider, whom I love very much,
and who would rather sleep than get a blow job. Oh, and while I'm
laying awake in bed in the early hours of the day, I'm often
diddling myself to orgasm and having all manner of sexual
fantasies.

Just about two years ago, things started to change. Hubby came to
bed one night and rather than kissing me and going right to
sleep, he sat against the headboard and wanted to talk.

"Have you noticed anything different about Jason lately?" Hubby
inquired.

"What do you mean?" I said, looking up from the magazine I was
reading and wondering why his head wasn't on his pillow yet.

"He's getting older, you know?"

"Uh, yeah...I'm aware of that. He's fifteen, unless I've lost
count."

"Yeah, I know you know how old he is. But have you noticed
anything else?"

"Alan, what are you talking about?"

"He's getting more mature, I think. In the things he says and
does. In the things that...get his attention, you know?"

"I know those things, of course. But what do you mean about what
gets his attention? Like, girls?"

"Sort of. But I think he's been noticing one particular girl a
whole lot lately."

"Really? Who?"

Hubby gave me a mischievous grin I had not seen on his face in a
long time.

"You," he said, trying to seem nonchalant.

"What?" I replied. "What on earth are you talking about, Alan?"

"Haven't you noticed the way he looks at you? He looks at
you...like a woman."

"You must be kidding me."

"I swear, I'm not kidding. He can't take his eyes off you. I've
been watching him watch you. He takes every opportunity he gets
to look at your ass when you walk away, to look down your blouse,
to get a glimpse of your panties."

"Seriously? He looks at me like that?"

"All the time."

"Wow. That's kind of weird."

"I um...I think it's pretty hot," Alan said sheepishly.

"Alan! What does that mean? What gets you hot?"

"I don't know. I just kind of get a kick out of him noticing that
you're an attractive woman."

"I'm his mother, you idiot!"

"I'm aware of that. But, I can't help it. It...it kind of turns
me on."

"Seeing your son ogle me...that turns you on?"

"Yeah. And besides, I don't think it's the most abnormal thing
for a teenage boy to think his mother's hot. You know...the whole
Oedipus thing? And besides, you are hot."

At that moment he took my hand and brought it to his crotch. He
was hard as a rock. I don't know the last time Hubby made a
sexual invitation to me, nor the last time he had an erection
that I didn't coax out of him. I should have stopped his crazy
talk right there. But knowing something had turned him on, even
something perverted, was too thrilling for me to ignore.

Still, I should have ended this train of thought...nipped in the
bud. I see that now. But I didn't...maybe couldn't. I was so
desperate for Alan to WANT sex again...to WANT ME, that I lost my
head. I let him talk about Jason and how he seemed to be more and
more attracted to me. I was just overwhelmed by how much Alan got
into it. He practically ravaged me, which I needed so badly. Then
after he pushed me down on my back, pulled my legs apart and
forcefully entered me (I loved that too), he called me "Mommy" a
few times.

I honestly didn't like it at all. It sounded so wrong and
perverted. But Hubby clearly liked it, probably even more than he
expected he would. So I let him call me that while he fucked me
like a wild man. I came twice before he finally popped-off into
me. Part of me hoped that was the end of the silliness about
Jason being attracted to me. But another part of me hoped that my
suddenly horny husband wouldn't pack his libido back in ice for
another fifteen years.

A few days passed and I figured Hubby's dalliance into incest
fantasy had passed and his recharged sex drive along with it. I
was wrong.

"Touch my cock," Hubby said as he climbed into bed with me.

"Are you serious? Again? Not that I'm complaining" I quickly
added. "What brought this on?"

"I'll tell you in a second. I just want you to see how turned on
I am."

I gladly did as he asked, reaching under the covers and sliding
my hand between his legs. Just as he had indicated, there was a
serious boner there.

"Wow. What on earth is going on, Alan?"

"I was sitting downstairs reading before I came up to bed, and I
got the greatest idea."

"Well, any idea that gives you such a big hard-on is one I want
to hear about."

"O.K. I was thinking about the other night...when we...you
know..."

"Yes," I replied. "When you fucked my brains out for the first
time in five years."

"Oh, it has not been five years!" he protested.

"You're right. It seems more like dog years. That would make it
thirty five years since you gave it to me like that."

"Very funny. Anyway, I was thinking about what we were talking
about..."

"You mean, what YOU were talking about."

"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, you know how I got kind of excited about
Jason checking you out?"

"Yes, Honey. I remember quite well."

"Well, here's what I was thinking. What if we teased him a
little, just to see what he would do?"

"What? What are you talking about, Alan?"

I couldn't believe the little boy twinkle my husband had in his
eye.

"I was just thinking about how he looks at you...you know, like I
told you the other night?"

"I remember, Alan."

"It occurred to me that if he's constantly ogling you when you're
wearing your regular clothes, I don't know what he would do if he
saw you in something really sexy."

I just sat there for a moment. I had been stroking his cock, but
I let it go. I was trying to collect my thoughts.

"You can't be serious," I finally said.

"Absolutely!" he exclaimed. "It would be so much fun."

"Alan, he's our son. First of all, why would I be that mean to
him? And more importantly, why the hell would I show myself off
in front of him?"

Something in my eyes must have told Alan that, while I was
voicing very legitimate and logical objections to his insane
idea, I was at least a little interested in in. I knew he had
heard what I said. But he responded to what he read in me, not to
my words.

"What if you went and knocked on his door to ask him something,
and you were wearing your super short nightshirt?"

"Seriously?" I asked. "I never wear that outside this bedroom. In
fact I rarely wear it in here lately."

"I know, but you look so damn hot in that thing. It barely covers
your ass."

It had been way too long since dear Hubby had commented on me
looking hot in anything. I couldn't begin to remember the last
time he referred to my ass, regardless of how good it looked in
my tight jeans! I was more starved for that kind of attention
from a man than I realized. Then it was my turn to read Hubby's
face.

"I certainly would have to wear underwear, Alan."

"Oh...yeah," he said as though he had been caught with his hand
in the cookie jar. "Yeah, of course you would."

"It's one thing for me to go to his room with that skimpy thing
on, but I'm not about to have my bare ass completely exposed."

"No!" he said too emphatically, making it clear that this was
exactly what he was hoping I would do. "No, no. With your panties
on is fine."

I twisted my lips and gave him a look that let him know I was
aware of what he had been thinking. But he still knew he had me
hooked.

"When are you thinking I should do this?" I asked.

"I don't know...now?"

"Really? Seriously?"

"Why wait? I can't tell you how much I'm up for you doing it
right now."

"No shit," I said as I put my hand back on his erection, which
was even more firm than before. No little blue pills would be
needed that night.

Without further discussion, I got out of bed and walked to my
dresser. I pulled the very plain knee-length nightshirt I was
wearing over my head. I never wear panties to bed, so I pulled a
pair out of a drawer and put them on. I then opened the drawer
which contained, underneath everything else in there, my shortest
nightshirt. I was quite surprised Hubby even remembered it. I
pulled it on and down as far as it would go. It was really a
simple nightshirt - kind of a baseball jersey thing. But it was
cut low on the shoulders and in front. It was somewhat snug on
top and indeed very short. When I had it in place I did a quick
twirl in front of the mirror. It was one of those rare times I
wished I had some natural cleavage, which I don't. But anyone
seeing me wouldn't likely miss that my nipples were hard, nor
would there be any problem describing the panties I had on.

"Is this what you had in mind?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck yes," he replied as his eyes boggled. "Are you really
gonna do it?"

"No turning back now," I said, although I thought very much that
I should in fact turn back from this crazy plan. "So, you just
want me to knock on Jason's door, go in and let him get a look at
me?"

"Yep. That's all. Let's just see what he does."

"Megan is in her room, right?" I asked.

"I'm sure. But why? What do you care if she sees you in that?"

"I don't, really. On the other hand, I think she would know
something was going on if she saw me walking out of Jason's room
like this."

"She would? Why? She sees you in your bra and panties all the
time. We all do. It's not like we're shy. We all walk through the
house in our underwear pretty often."

"I know, Alan. But don't you think this outfit is a little more
'fetching' than my plain old underwear?"

I knew he was right. Our whole family has never been terribly
hung-up on hiding our bodies. Of course when Megan reached
puberty she was a lot more sensitive about her brother and her
father seeing her in anything too revealing. But even so, we
never made a big deal out of it. However, she would clearly
recognize that this outfit wasn't something I normally ran around
in.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Hubby said. "Well, I'm pretty sure
she's in bed, anyway."

"O.K. Well, here goes," I said without much confidence.

I took one more look in the mirror, fluffed up my hair with my
fingers and took the plunge. I opened the bedroom door, stepped
into the hall and closed the door behind me. The walk to my son's
bedroom can't be more than fifteen feet, but it felt like it took
forever to get there on that night. I stopped outside and put my
ear near the door before knocking, just to make sure I wasn't
interrupting anything too embarrassing. Walking in on my son
jerking-off wasn't something I was ready to contend with in that
moment. After a few seconds I could hear that Jason was on the
phone. I almost turned away and chickened out, but then I thought
it might actually be easier if I weren't the total focus of the
interaction. I took a deep breath and knocked. He didn't respond,
so I knocked again. Pay dirt.

"Yeah?" Jason said to the inside of his door.

"Honey? It's me."

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Can I come in for a second?"

"Sure."

I opened the door feeling as anxious as I ever had in my life.
Jason was laying on his bed and talking on his cell phone. For a
few brief moments he just kept talking. Then he glanced up at me
quite matter-of-factly. I was just Mom. Then his glance turned
into a double-take. This wasn't the Mom he was expecting. He
stopped his conversation abruptly, moved his phone away from his
ear and just stared. He then took what seemed to be an
involuntary scan of me from head to toe, ending with his eyes
leveled on my nipples, which made very clear impressions in the
fabric of my nightshirt. I spoke and broke his concentration on
my boobs.

"Sorry to interrupt, Honey," I said. "I just wanted to ask you
something."

He was now staring into my eyes trying to grasp what could have
made me come into his room wearing what I had on. Finally he
spoke.

"What...um, what did you want to ask, Mom?"

Suddenly I was stunned. I was thinking so much about what I was
doing and how Jason might react that I completely forgot to have
a question ready to explain why I was coming to his room.

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Right. Um...I was just wondering if...you
could make sure to get the garbage out on time in the morning.
Tomorrow's trash day, you know."

"Uh, yeah Mom," he replied in puzzlement. "I take it out every
week and I think it's always on time for pick-up."

He took another quick once-over of his wacky mommy.

"Of course, you do. And I appreciate it, Sweetie. O.K., that's
all I wanted. Goodnight."

"Uh...O.K.," he said. "Yeah, um...goodnight, Mom."

When I turned to go I remembered how short my nightshirt was and
that my pantie-clad ass would be completely on display. I also
realized in that moment that I really, really wanted him to see
it. I asked myself where that thought came from as I lingered for
a few seconds with my hand on the doorknob. I opened the door and
as I stepped toward the hall I took a fast glance backward, long
enough to confirm that Jason's eyes were definitely on my behind.
Then I was back in the hall with the door closed behind me. All I
needed was to get back to my bedroom without Megan coming out of
her room. As I went by her door I listened and heard nothing,
which pretty much meant she was asleep.

I re-entered our bedroom and closed the door behind me. I stood
with my back against it for a minute while my pounding heart
settled down. Hubby's eyes were glistening with anticipation.

"Well?" he said expectantly.

"Well," I said as I moved toward the bed, "he noticed."

"Really? What did he do?"

"Pretty much what I expected. I definitely got his attention."

"Like how?" Hubby asked.

"Like, he stared at me with his mouth almost hanging open. Like,
he gave me the once-over several times and stared at my nipples
for a while. And like, when I left he took a nice, look at my ass
as I exited the room."

"Damn!"

"It was pretty wild. You were right, Alan. Our son definitely
knows his mother is a woman."

"This is so fucking hot," he said. "Um...are you O.K.? I mean, do
you feel weird or anything?"

"I certainly thought I would, but I don't. That should probably
concern me a whole lot more than it does. Thanks for asking,
though."

"No problem. So, how DO you feel?"

"Let me see how you feel first," I said as I once again reached
for his dick. It was harder than ever. "Alan, I'm as wet as you
are hard and my nipples are totally erect as you can see." I
glanced down at the front of my nightshirt to confirm my
statement.

"Really?"

"Really. I can't believe you got me into this, you pervert. But,
'Mommy' wants to get fucked real bad right now. And you're gonna
give 'Mommy' what she wants, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mommy," he replied. "Gladly."

"Good. Because 'Mommy' wants to suck her little boy's cock, she
wants him to eat her pussy and to fuck it really hard. Do you
think 'Mommy's' good boy can do that?"

"Oh, absolutely, Mommy. Your little boy can do all that and
more."

From the moment I realized Jason would be looking at my ass
sticking out of the bottom of my nightshirt, I was a goner. For
the next two hours "Mommy" was begging "her son" to fuck her and
fuck her hard. And Hubby was one horny "momma's boy" that night.
He gave "Mommy" just what she wanted. I should have stopped it
when I had the chance.

End of Pt 2

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