A Free-Use Mommy Slut
Tony Carter - Day One
I drew in a deep breath. This was going to hurt. I pressed the device to the back of my neck. I had designed it myself, working the component down as small as possible. I was lucky I found the schematics. Just stumbled on them.
The free-use device.
The idea that women could just be free for me to use for my pleasure burned through me. Ever since I stumbled onto the genre on PornHub had set a fire in my veins. I wanted it. I just had to connect the device to my nervous system.
When I felt lust for a woman, it would broadcast beta waves and relax her mind to let me do whatever I wanted. No matter what she was doing, she would just be happy to let me enjoy her body. She would feel no shame. No revulsion. No annoyance. She wouldn't feel guilty for cheating on her partner or for crossing a taboo line. She wouldn't care who saw her do it, and those who witness it wouldn't care.
It was such science fiction, but...
I wanted it to work. I had to make it work. I don't know why the creator never used. P had done all the work. I had just made it practical. My work learning how to build circuitry had paid off. The tools dad had bought me over the year to support me in my hobb worked amazingly. I was so glad that Dad had done that.
Because Mom was the first one I had to use it on. I wouldn't just fuck my mother or my older sister or my younger sister. Every sexy woman, from nubile girl to hot MILF, would be used by me. They would all be free for me to enjoy.
I placed the device on the back of my neck and shuddered at the heat burning into my spine. I clenched my teeth, the chair groaning. I shuddered there, my glasses slipping on my nose. I gasped at one more sharp prick of pain and then...
I felt different. The waves were broadcasting around me. I could almost sense that there was a woman free for me to use. Downstairs. Was that mom? Neither my sisters or Dad was home. Just me and Mom. A blonde and busty woman, the very epitome of a MILF. No more jerking off to step-mother porn. I had the real deal.
If this really worked. Only one way to find out.
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Abigail Carter
"Yeah, we're really looking forward to the vacation," I said to my sister, Carla. We often talked in the afternoon. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. That would be my son. Tony was a good boy. Didn't make me want to pull out my hair like my firstborn.
Barbie... What a poor name to give her. My husband's idea. I knew I should have put my foot down.
"So you're really going to Hawaii?" Carla asked, envy in her voice. "That's so lucky."
"Yeah, well, Jake's had a good year. His bonus should give us a great vacation. I can't wait for it." I smiled at Tony as he walked up to me. He pushed up his glasses, staring at me strangely, but I didn't mind. He was a growing boy. He had a serious, handsome face and short, brown hair. A slender boy. Nerdy. His father didn't get why Tony wasn't into sports, but had always supported our son the way.
So he was a good father.
"So we'll be jetting off to Hawaii in a few months," I said. "I can't wait." My son knelt down before me and grabbed my right foot. He started massaging it through my slipper. "You should take that off, honey."
He blinked.
"What?" my sister asked as my son took off my slipper. He rubbed at my foot. That felt nice.
"Just Tony giving me a foot massage. He's a good son. Didn't even have to ask. Isn't that sweet of him?"
"I could go for a foot massage," Carla said as he kneaded me, his eyes staring at my skirt. I was wearing a one-piece dress belted around my waist. It was a cute thing. Purple. It had ridden up a tad when I sat down, exposing my knees. "Everything's going great for you."
"Oh, don't say that," I said as my son's hand slid up my leg. He was rubbing my calf now. My knee. How sweet of him. "Didn't Dave let you remodel the kitchen? That new range is amazing. And your oven. Ugh, I wish I had that. It would make Thanksgiving so much easier."
"I suppose. Hawaii versus cooking five or six times a week," she said as Tony's hand crept higher. I smiled down at him not minding him reaching my thighs now.
He looked... surprised I was letting him do this. I don't know why. What was so wrong with him reaching for my panties? He slid over them. I lifted my rump as Carla was talking about the new recipe she found.
"Sounds delicious," I said, lifting my hips as my son pulled down my panties. I shifted to help he draw them off my rump. The fabric rolled over my butt and down my thighs.
"Mom," he said.
I smiled at him.
"Is that your son?" Carla asked.
"Yes, yes, he's just taking off my panties," I said. "From that hungry look in his eyes, I think he wants to eat his mom's pussy."
Dave froze. I don't know why. It wasn't like he couldn't eat my pussy I was free for him to use.
"Lucky," Carla groaned. "I haven't had my pussy eaten in so long. I don't even remember when."
"I know." I sighed. "Jake used to eat me out all the time when we were first married, now... You'd think he'd grown allergic to my juices or something. But Tony's a good boy. If he wants to eat my pussy."
"Of course, of course, it's Tony, after all. He's free to eat your pussy."
"Damn," my son groaned like he couldn't believe that I would let him do it. Of course I would. I was free for him to use. "This is amazing."
"I'm glad you think so, honey," I said. "If only I could get your father as interested. Oh, well. So, what are you bringing for the bake sale at church. Your famous lemon cupcakes."
"Maybe," my sister purred as my son slid my panties past my knees. I guess he realized he could do it. He was such a sweet boy. He worked my panties over my feet and tossed them to the side. Did he a have to do that. "I don't know. I'm thinking of a new recipe. Maybe you could share what you found?"
"No way," I purred. My son pushed my legs apart before shoving up my skirt to expose my blonde bush. "It's my secret weapon. If I ever want to sell more than you, I need it."
"Seventies' bush," my son groaned in awe. "Wow, you are hairy, Mom."
"I know, honey," I said. "I'm on the phone with your aunt. Just eat my pussy, okay?"
"Yeah." He smacked his lips then just leaned in. Slowly. Hesitantly. Like his father had the first time he'd gone down on me. My son nuzzled into my bush, my curls rustling, then found the folds to my pussy. He licked me.
A shiver of heat ran through me. "Mmm, that's nice."