The Cool Mom Part 3: Once a Slut, Always a Slut
Marco de Luca's hands glided smoothly over the surface of Liv Franklin's enormous tits, palming them like basketballs. Occasionally he would pause and squeeze, sometimes roughly, sometimes gently. But his hands always returned, as if pulled by gravity, to her big, perpetually-stiff pierced nipples. He would tug them. Pinch them. There were even times before when he had made Liv get on all fours so he could milk them like udders. But, above all, he seemed to live for the times he could get them between his greedy lips, sucking and licking and nibbling. To Marco de Luca, Liv's tits were a playground, stress relief tools, and sex toys, all rolled into one.
It was infuriating. And demeaning, And so fucking hot that it made Liv embarrassingly wet every time.
But a lot of things about Marco made her feel that way. That was the entire reason she was in this mess to begin with. Liv was a mature woman in her thirties for God's sake, and yet here she was, spooning with her son's best friend, submitting as his grimy paws touched every inch of her tits.
The worst part of it was that her blackmail excuse was becoming flimsier and flimsier. Technically Marco still had compromising videos of Liv, but he no longer needed to threaten her in order to convince her to meet up with him. The little shit seemed to have a knack for waiting until Liv was at her weakest and horniest before pouncing, knowing that she would give in.
It was fucking humiliating... But that was a big reason why it was so hard for Liv to resist. She had harbored a secret kink for degradation for years, and having sex with a smug little prick her son's age triggered it in the most delicious way. Something about his arrogant eyes... the way he was so positive that Liv was beneath him sexually even though she was older and more experienced than him... the way he treated her body like a toy for his hard young cock... it just pushed all of her buttons.
After every filthy, illicit rendezvous, Liv would swear off ever meeting with Marco again, promising to herself that she would be faithful to her loving fiance. Promising herself that she would have more self-respect next time and not submit to such degrading treatment. But her arousal and temptation would build up stronger and stronger over time. Craig was sweet and tender in bed, which was great, but he couldn't feed Liv's dark hunger for humiliation. And, as little as she wanted to consider this a factor... Marco was just better in bed. He had the energy and passion of youth, thick firm muscles from his blue-collar work, and an iron-hard cock that was, yes, both longer and thicker than her fiance's.
So that was why Liv found herself in bed with Marco, his naked body pressed up against her from behind, with his cock still leaking cum from the frenzied fuck session they had just concluded. She was absolutely drenched with the thick, hot goo. Marco had chosen to pull out and fire his load all over her belly and tits tonight, defying Liv's explicit instruction not to. Right now Marco's roaming hands were busily smearing his still-warm jizz over the surface of her breasts, paying particular attention to working the sticky cream into her thick nipples. It was honestly gross. Naturally, passively allowing Marco to stake his claim in this degrading way was turning her on.
"C'mon Vixen," murmured Marco in her ear, using her old stripper name like he always did, "why don't you just drop the good girl act and become my woman full-time? We both know what you're like. You'd be dripping slut juice down your leg 24/7 if I was your man."
Liv snorted, casting a critical eye around Marco's bedroom. Posters of heavy metal bands hung inexpertly on the walls. Piles of clothes tossed haphazardly on the floor. A not particularly well-hidden stash of tissues and lotion near his computer. Marco might be a sexually dominant terror, but it was painfully obvious that he was a teen boy.
"Marco de Luca," said Liv disdainfully, "I wouldn't trust you to take care of a fucking cat. You should be thanking God himself every day that I'm stupid enough to let you trick me into sex, but I will never in a million years be in any sort of relationship with you. The ambition is adorable, but outside of the bedroom, you simply don't have what it take care of an adult woman. I'm not going to submit to you completely. Ever. Sorry kiddo." She spoiled her defiant speech a little at the end as Marco's fingers gently twisted her nipples, causing her to whimper in delight and subconsciously thrust her tits out further into his grip.
"Big words, Vixen," said Marco, a twist of heat creeping into his voice. Liv could feel his spent cock waking up again behind her. She knew that he loved the chase. Marco had a twisted obsession with somehow bringing his older lover to heel. The little punk got off on the idea of breaking Liv like a horse and turning her into a submissive. Delusional.
"... but what if it meant getting rid of me forever?" continued Marco in a sly voice, his hands gliding over the now-sticky globes of her tits. Liv's eyes narrowed. Marco had been cagey for over a month about what he was going to demand in return for deleting the video he had of Liv stripping and having sex with him. He had sworn that he wouldn't tell anyone until he was ready to cash in his blackmail chip, and Liv believed him. After all, if he spilled the beans, the fucked up thing they had would all be over in an instant.
"I'm listening..." said Liv carefully. She wasn't sure she loved the context of the offer... but regardless of how horny Marco made her, she needed to find an exit ramp for this relationship soon. She was getting married in a little over two months after a whirlwind engagement. It would be the perfect time to make a sharp break. She would be a newlywed, her son Elliot would be headed to college, and she could write her little fucked up detour with Marco de Luca off as a brief erotic nightmare.
"One night," said Marco in a low, serious voice. His hands squeezed Liv's breasts tightly and possessively for a moment as his voice wormed its way into Liv's ear. "One night when you're mine. No defiance. No sarcastic half-obedience. I want us both to experience what it is really like for you to be my woman. Completely."
Liv felt a warm flush of arousal flow through her at the dangerous, erotic thought. Except in the depths of sex, Liv had never submitted completely to the arrogant boy who wanted to conquer her so badly. The idea of doing that, humiliatingly putting herself under the control of a smug brat like Marco, even for the limited, defined scope of one night... it was both terrifying and fascinating.
"And what exactly would this 'one night' look like?" asked Liv, trying and failing to keep a note of aroused intrigue from her voice. "What would you do with me if I was your woman for a night?"
Marco chuckled, and one hand slipped down Liv's cum-smeared belly. She stubbornly kept her thighs tight together for a moment, then reluctantly parted them, allowing him to feel the slick heat that his suggestion had inspired. "But that's the point Vixen," he whispered in her ear, "you don't need to worry about complicated stuff like that. When you're mine, you'll be able to relax and let your man make all the plans. Don't worry, I promise it'll be lots of fun."
Marco's fingers were rubbing firmly between her legs now, making shameful squishing noises that broadcast her arousal. Liv started to moan and managed with difficulty to turn it into a sound of unimpressed indecision. "And wh-what if I don't like the plans that 'my man' made?" she whimpered.
Marco's fingers thrust deep and his hand gripped tightly, pulling her nipple up by its piercing just to the edge of pain. "That's too bad," he said in a hard voice, "because when you're my woman, you won't ever tell me 'no'! That's part of the deal. When I say 'total submission' I mean it. For that night, what I say goes."
Liv bit her lip hard as her body sang with filthy pleasure and her heart thumped in her chest. It sounded like a night of deep shame and humiliation. It was a stupid, terrifying idea: putting herself utterly at the mercy of a horny teenage boy determined to break her will and claim her as his own. Her pussy clenched greedily around Marco's invading fingers at the thought.
Before she could wallow in the kinky thought any further, Liv heard the rattle of keys and the slam of a door from the entrance of Marco's house. She scrambled up immediately, flooded with white-hot adrenaline. "Shit!" she hissed, her eyes wide with panic as she frantically snatched up her scattered clothes, "I thought you said she wouldn't be back for hours!"
