Staring at my mom in front of me, naked, vulnerable, and completely helpless, all I could think about was jamming my cock in her. But our escapades at the mall and in the car cost us a decent amount of time and I didn't want to risk my dad arriving while I was balls deep in her. I wanted to milk this as long as possible.
"You need to get cleaned off so dad doesn't smell you. Any time that you leave the house or he leaves the house, you are to immediately put on a bra soaked in my cum, is that clear? I'm leaving this bucket of cum with you to hide in your room so you don't forget."
She nodded hesitantly and stared at the floor.
"Good," I say. "Now let's go - shower time mommy." I followed her up the stairs to the second-floor bathroom, watching her ass and thighs jiggle with every step.
As we passed her hamper in the hallway, she dropped the cum soaked bra and panties in.
"Woah, you think you're just gonna throw those in the laundry? I don't think so," I corrected her. I lead her into the bathroom and to the sink, where I ran the bra and panties under some water to rehydrate the cum. The bra and panties both became sticky and gooey, and the smell was stronger.
"You must be thirsty after all that hard work in the car," I remarked as I grabbed a plastic cup off the counter and began to wring out the bra and panties. The liquid that filled the cup was thick, goopy, and far from clear.
"Drink," I instructed her, sliding the cup towards her. Her face twisted in disgust and she began to shake her head no.
"It wasn't a request mommy. Besides, I've seen you swallow multiple loads now. You wouldn't want dad to see that on video now, would you? Drink up."
She brought the cup up to her lips and began to pour it into her mouth. The thick liquid moved slowly, allowing her lots of time to think about what a slut she is.
"Mmmmmmm. Yummy, mom," I said as I watched the first drops slip through her juicy lips. She pulled the cup back and gagged.
"No. This is what you get, whore." I shifted, stood behind her, and put one hand across her forehead. I pulled her head so it was tilted back, and poured the cum into her mouth with the other hand. My cock was hard again and pressing through my pants against her bare ass.
I put my mouth right up to her ear and whispered, "From now on you'll have to listen better than that, mommy. You do as I say now and swallow, or dad will be shocked to find that video in his email tonight."
She nodded as best as she could with my hand forcing her head back and I could hear a "gulp" as she swallowed the cum. I let her go and she turned to face me. "I'll do better. Just don't tell him," she said.
"We'll see," I said, leaving her alone in the bathroom. As I headed slowly down the hall and began to descend the stairs, I could hear the faint sounds of her crying. It made my cock even harder than before.
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By the time I woke up the next morning, my dad was already gone. My sister was home from her friend's house, sitting at the table when I went upstairs.
"Where's dad?" I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee.
My sister shrugged. "I think he's golfing with his buddies today."
"How about mom?" I asked. She shrugged again, then moved to the couch while telling me that mom has been acting "off" all morning. Despite this observation, she was too absorbed with whatever she was doing on her phone to show any real concern.
I headed upstairs to find my mom. She was in her room, folding laundry on her bed, wearing tight jeans that hugged every one of her curves perfectly, and a white shirt that displayed the outline of her nipples.
Her nipples? That means she's not wearing a bra, I thought to myself. "Where's your bra?" I asked sternly. Her face got pale.
"Your dad left not too long ago. I just haven't had a chance to put it on yet," she stuttered.
I paused for a moment and then shook my head in disappointment. A smirk painted itself across my face, and just the thought of punishing her made my cock hard. As though she was reading my mind, she began to back away from me and shake her head. "Your sister is home," she plead.
"I don't care who's here, you've been a naughty whore mommy, and you need to be punished." I closed the door behind me and began to move across the room towards her, stopping to shove the piles of folded laundry off the bed onto the floor.
A padded bra landed on top of the other clothes. "First thing's first - where's the cum?" I asked. My mom hesitantly sauntered to her master bathroom and reached under the sink. She pulled out a tampon box and retrieved the bucket of cum from inside.
"You're so sneaky. It's almost like you've had practice with this before," I said with more than a bit of snark.
"Get undressed," I said as I open the bucket and submerged the bra. The cum was so sticky and goopy, it required actual effort to pull the bra out. I let the excess drip off before handing the bra to my mom. She put it on, wincing as it touched her skin. I ordered her to sit on the bed.
The possibilities of what I could do next were endless. Should I fuck her? Should I shove my cock so deep down her throat that she chokes? Then I remembered the toys I found in her bedside drawer when I snooped through her things before. I opened the drawer and shoved aside some junk - her medication, a bottle of lube, a pillowcase, etc. - until I found her vibrating dildo.
"You're going to fuck yourself with this while I watch," I instructed her. My cock was so hard it felt like it might tear through my jeans. My mom sighed and put her head in her hands, in complete defeat, before taking the dildo from me.
She pressed the button at the base to turn on the vibrations and gestured towards the lube. I shook my head no, and she looked as though she might cry. "What are we going to do if your sister walks in?" she asked. "I guess we'll just have to hope she doesn't," I responded, taking my dick out of my pants and sitting on the bed across from her.
The dildo was a pretty modest size, not quite as long as my cock and surely not as thick. She hesitantly spread her legs, leaning back against her pillows and the headboard of her bed, then pressed the head of the dildo against her clit. Her pussy was dry as a bone, and she would rather be doing anything else in the entire world right now, but she still began to squirm at the feeling of the vibrations. I stroked my cock as she slipped the dildo past the pink lips of her pussy and struggled to push it inside of her.
"I didn't mean I wanted you to fuck your pussy," I laughed. She looked up at me and her face went pale. "Son, I didn't even do anal at the sex shop for money. I've tried it before and it just doesn't work. It hurts and it doesn't work," she insisted. "Well, make it work," I replied.
She laid back further with tears welling in her eyes. She brought the tip of the dildo to her ass and applied pressure, but it wouldn't go in. "Make it work," I said while gripping my cock with white knuckles. I watched her try to relax her asshole and work up the nerve to shove the dildo in, letting out the occasional gasp each time it came close. Finally, her tight ass spread around the head of the dildo and it slowly glided a couple of inches into her.
"The whole length, mommy," I ordered her. She began to push the whole shaft of the dildo in, pull it out to the head, and repeat. After only a few strokes, her asshole was already red and raw. She winced each time she pushed the dildo back in.
We heard footsteps ascending the stairs and my mom began to get up in a panic. I shoved her back down on the bed, bent over on all fours now facing her closed bedroom door, and whispered "Nope. I didn't say you could stop."
She knelt on all fours silently and perfectly still, terrified that my sister would walk in on us. The footsteps approached the door. "Mom, what are you doing today," my sister asked through the door. My mom, one hand on the dildo in her ass, looked back at me over her shoulder in panic. "Act normal," I said, still stroking my cock.
"Uhhm...uh...I think I'm just cleaning and cooking today sweetie," she stuttered. She now stopped fucking herself with the dildo. I grabbed her wrist and guided her hand back and forth. Once she picked up the motion I let go. "Keep going," I whispered. "Why do you ask?" My mom's voice cracked.
"Well, Alex and Natasha want to go to the mall today but we don't have a ride. I was wondering if I could borrow the car? Apparently they're having a half off deal on piercings at the shop there. I promise I'll only get my third holes done on my ears - no face or body. But I really need the car. Please?" My mom kept shoving the dildo in and out of her ass, twitching and wincing with each stroke, as she listened to my sister.
As my mom got ready to respond, she stopped fucking herself again, which made me angry. She just couldn't handle doing both at the same time. Her breathing was heavy and anxious. I ripped the dildo out of her ass and bent over to whisper in her ear "You couldn't just follow my instructions? I'll take over for you mommy."
