A note to the readers: Anyone who is familiar with my work knows I'm a huge fan of dirty talk. I thought I'd give a warning that if you're not into verbal abuse, humiliation, degradation, and extreme dirty talk then this story is probably not for you.
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Ever since I was a young girl I took notice of my body at quite an early age. My attraction to boys soon fallowed and it didn't take long for me to build up the reputation as the neighborhood hussy. I could turn any basic game into something sexual in no time. The other girls hated me and it's pretty safe to say that most of my friends were boys. I hated the names that the girls, and soon their moms, were calling me but I just couldn't help myself. My appetite for any kind of sexual attention was insatiable.
I broke a lot of hearts in high school as my body grew into itself and I broke up a few friendships too. I hated the path I was going down and even when I tried to turn off the charm to save hearts and friendships the guys just kept on coming. I was a one woman wrecking crew. But deep down I've always had this inner primal sexual she demon that I just can't seem to tame.
I had my son at the young age of 20 with a guy that was nothing more than a bad boy personality and a broken condom. He was the one who really broadened and woke up my ferocious and devilish sexual behavior. We didn't really date that long, especially once he found out I was pregnant but in that short time I discovered my inner whore in ways I kind of knew were inside of me but hoped would always stay dormant.
My parents didn't take the news very well but they knew what a little tramp I was from childhood so I think they had mentally prepared for a grandchild well before I broke the news to them. Sadly broken condom boy wanted nothing to do with raising a child and although I cursed him at first, I didn't blame him later on in life. My parents were there for me and helped me raise my son with loving open arms. I never took to the married life. I was always afraid of breaking more hearts and my dad was enough of a role model and positive male influence on my son as any random man could have been and I appeased my empty loneliness with no strings dating and kept my inner whore satisfied.
Despite not growing up with an actual father, and thanks to my dad's guidance, my son turned out to be a pretty normal young man. He got into a little trouble as a kid but nothing that made him into a menace to Society. Besides my dad, he's been the most stable man in my life and I love him with all my heart. So much love in fact that when I started seeing how much of a handsome man he was developing into I noticed a jealous and possessive streak in me when girls started to also take an interest in him. This was "my" man, that "I" raised from birth and I wasn't about to loose him to some little jezebel cheerleader bitch. Shit, I was that bitch. I know all about that bitch. But I also know growing young boys are filled with eager hormones looking to fuck anything that moves or doesn't move like tube socks, couch cushions, and one day even his mommy's panties as I discovered in the laundry.
Holy fuck, this kid needs to get laid but what was I going to do? I didn't want to embarrass him and bring up my little discoveries of his sexual releases so I made up one of my dresser drawers with panties he could use for that purpose. This went on for a month or so until one day when I went into his room to clean, I accidentally bumped into his desk and his computer screen popped on. It was a full on porn site with several open tabs at the top. To my shock they were all on mommy porn. I was not prepared for this.
My mom was always my rock growing up, my grand parents were great too but she was the one who picked me up when I was down and always made me feel better. I've always had a special place in my heart for her. As I started getting older my dreams started to get stranger and stranger. Certain girls at school were in my dreams and even some of my female teachers. Of course this lead to morning wood that lead to the greatest discovery of all, masturbation.
So night dreams soon became day dreams and girls my own age were replaced by more mature older women. For the life of me I don't know why but there was something about older women that fascinated me. Now I'm eighteen and still all I masturbate to is older mature women. I had some good looking P.E. teachers and this one English teacher Miss Vallon. She would always sit up on the desk and cross her legs. For a split second I could catch a glimpse of her panties and she had these great legs.
Now this is where it gets weird and even a little sick but one day when I was passing my mom's room I peeked in on her taking a shower, I felt a jolt in my cock and ran to my room to try and expunge the image from my mind. But the more it tried to erase it, the harder my dick got. Even at 38 years old her ass was still firm and she had a nice rack, probably a "C" cup or bigger. Some of my best guy friends had teased that she was hot but I never took notice until that shower shot. Was I going crazy? Did I actually have a thing for my mom?
I had already discovered porn on the web but I was compelled to look into any and all mom/son stuff. And sure enough, there was tons of it. Some claiming to be amateur "real" mom and son sex, some was acting roleplay but all of it was so god damn erotic. I must have gone through a weeks worth of tube socks in just a few nights, jacking off to mommy porn. Then when I ran out of socks I turned to something totally taboo, my mom's panties. I only took a few so as not to raise suspicion but the act of bringing my penis closer to my mom's vagina made it very naughty indeed.
Some of the porn vids I watched had some women that talked very VERY dirty to their son's. Now all my key word searches are dirty talking moms or any possible combinations of those words. I'm obsessed with it. Lately I find myself closing my eyes and picturing my mom saying those nasty filthy words to me. Fuck man, I was going down a dark and dirty road and I had no idea why or where these sick taboo urges were coming from.
The panty raid to my dresser drawer was one thing but the major red flag was those mommy porn sites on my son's computer. This was beyond an older woman fetish, this was a son craving his mom. Why else would he be looking at such things? Maybe he had a fascination with incest but not necessarily his actual mother. "Crap", I said out loud. How could I approach this? It had to be handled with care. I loved my son very much and would do anything to spare his embarrassment. But this was something that could not just be swept under the rug. The longer it went on, the bigger and more difficult the situation would become. I had to do something. Maybe a test. Maybe a somewhat provocative outfit would do the trick? A push-up bra and low cut top. Some tight fitting pants, all I could do was try it and see what happened.
As I went to bed that night I couldn't help but think of what my pent up hormonal son was looking at on his computer at that very moment. More mommy porn to be sure. As I dwelt on it I suddenly felt my channel flood with moisture and my clitoris became engorged. My nipples also became hard as number 2 pencil erasers. My hand made it's way to my soaking wet cunny and I let out a sigh as I made slow circles with my fingers. My other hand began flicking and massaging my erect nipples. The thought of my handsome young man in the very next room masturbating to mommy porn was too much to suppress my inner sex demon. My fire has always been strong and now I was really being put to the test. Oh shit, oh fuck, I'm cuuuuuming.
I bit my lip to stifle any noise but in all honesty I am normally a very loud and vocal sex partner, thanks to my son's father. He was the one who made me into a super kinky perverted lover. When we had sex we would say the dirtiest nastiest things to each other. I loved it. And the raunchier it got the more intense our orgasms became. Oh sweet jesus, did I just masturbate to thoughts of my son? Oh my god, I am going down a dark and dirty road.
The next morning I got up at the usual time to make breakfast for the both of us and I decided to put operation "hot clothes" into action. I got to the kitchen before my son and began some bacon and eggs. It was a Saturday morning so I let him sleep in and allowed the smell of breakfast do the waking for me.
I woke up to the smell of cooked bacon and the sounds of spatulas, pots, and pans. Could there be a better way to wake up? Also knowing that it was a Saturday and no school was a bonus. I normally sleep naked so I slipped on a pair of sweatpants and groggily walked towards the kitchen. Just before I walked through the open doorway I got a look at what my mom was wearing and her ass was on full display, accentuated by a pair of tight spandex. When she turned I got another view of her tits in a low cut shirt and I had an instant hard on that was all too visible through my sweatpants. Before I could turn and make any necessary adjustments she looked up and spotted me. I made a beeline for my usual chair at the table and helped myself to a glass of oj saying, "Good morning mom", in the process.
My first glance was straight to his crotch to see the tell all hard on and prove my suspicions. He thought he was faster than my eyes and that would have been true if it weren't for the fact that I was prepared to look for exactly that tell all. And it was amazingly stiff and oh what an impressive bulge it was. But was this just normal teen age morning wood or did I just bust him taking in his mother's ample curves. If it was just typical morning wood that he woke up to then why didn't he take care of that before he walked into the kitchen? And also why the big rush to the table? Was he that thirsty for a glass of orange juice?
"Good morning sweetheart. Sleep ok?"
"Yeah, great."
"My my, aren't we thirsty this morning. That was quite a rush to the table."
"Oh uhh, no."
"No?"
"I mean, yes."
