Summary:
MILF mom is trained to be a good slut for her nerdy son and has her first double penetration.
"Pet Mommy": Creating a Mommy-Slut:
In the prior episode of this series, a mother learns that her son fantasizes about fucking her and, realizing how much he resembles her deceased dominant husband, decides to make his fantasy into a reality... by seducing her son and offering herself as his submissive Pet Mommy
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A special thanks goes to Mab7991 for editing this story in 2012 and to Tex Beethoven for giving it another polish in 2019.
DP Mommy-Slut!
I'm sure you've heard the saying about being careful not to awaken a sleeping giant. Well, I awakened the giant both figuratively and literally with my son Michael.
Before I seduced him he'd been a meek, shy and conservative boy who often secretly stroked himself to incest fantasies online. But once he had a taste of my forbidden fruit (peach, not apple), he turned from boy to man, from mouse to lion.
I knew I'd changed our relationship irrevocably that glorious first night when I gave myself to my son unconditionally, offering him the use of all three of my holes. I was still his mother and still loved him as a mother does with unconditional acceptance, but now I also loved him as a lover, as my Master.
In essence I felt like Shelley's Victor Frankenstein: I'd created a monster... oh, but what a beautiful monster it was: eight inches of hard meat and always ready to go... that's right, with a healthy eighteen-year-old's powers of rejuvenation... always.
The morning after the glorious seduction of my son, I woke up to the distinctive feel of a cock tapping my lips. I'm not a morning person and I swatted it away, trying to get a few more minutes of shut-eye, but was startled awake by the stern words of my recently shy son.
"Open your mouth, cock sucker," I heard him demand.
My eyes flew open wide, and I was staring at my son's fully erect eight-inch cock. I attempted to speak, but the instant I opened my mouth, I was silenced by my son shoving his cock into it.
He began slowly fucking my lips as he explained how things were going to be different from now on. "From now on Mommy, you're my pet. You play when I want to play, and unless secrecy or something else in our circumstances dictates otherwise, you obey me all the time. You never let me have a dog when I was young and desperately wanted one, so I've decided it's time for me to get one."
I hadn't let him get a dog because I'm allergic to them, but it was impossible to argue my case with his big cock in my mouth. I was also surprised by his talking about getting a pet at the same time he was slowly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth... until he completed his thought.
"Do you know what kind of pet I want, Mommy?" he asked, taking his hard rod out of my mouth.
Gazing up lovingly at his stern countenance, hungry to get his cock back between my lips, but even more desirous of learning his wishes so I could fulfill them I replied, "What kind do you want, Michael?"
He chuckled softly as he filled my mouth once again with his lovely cock. "
You
will be my pet, Mom, my pet puppy."
My eyes went wide at his certainty, but of course I was unable to say anything with my mouth full.
He continued to explain. "This bed will now be our bed, we'll sleep in it together, and I expect all three of your fuck holes to be available to me at all times."
Hearing my mild son saying fuck holes was both shocking and a complete turn-on. Taking in his dominant, man-in-charge attitude had gotten my cunt wet. I was now wide awake and ready to be fucked.
"So starting today, panties are a no-no at all times, all your nylons will continue to be stockings or thigh highs (you good girl for already doing that), and you may only wear a bra while you're out in public," he said, continuing to scaffold the expectations of our new Dom-sub relationship.
"Fuck, do I love my cock in your mouth, Mommy," he moaned, before adding, "you look so fucking hot sucking my cock."
I moaned what I intended to be a thank you.
He asked, already able to read my mind, "Is Mommy horny?"
He pulled his cock out of my mouth and placed his hand against my wet, still-naked-from-last-night cunt and smiled, "Oh, my Mommy
is
horny."
"Please Michael, fuck Mommy," I moaned as he flicked my clit with his finger.
"I don't know," he said, "you swatted it away quite rudely when I first offered it to you."
"S-s-sorry, Master," I stammered. "I was still asleep, and I didn't know what was going on."
He shoved his cock back in my mouth and began fucking my face faster. With each of his thrusts all of his eight delicious inches filled my mouth and I could feel his balls bouncing off my chin. The incestuous act was so naughty and wrong, which made it so naughty and right.
I concentrated on not gagging as he roughly used my mouth for his personal pleasure, and I was soon rewarded with his warm salty seed coating my throat. He held still as he shot his load and I took over the action, bobbing back and forth, lavishly extracting any last remnants of my son's cum.
Finally pulling his cock out of my mouth, he shifted from dominant to apologetic. "Sorry Mom, I just couldn't resist."
Licking the last little drop of cum from the head of his cock, I smiled, my cunt already alive and hungry, "Like I told you last night Master, you never need to apologize; I'm always happy to serve you in any way you please."
"It still seems weird," he said, looking down at me.
"What seems weird?" I asked, surprised by his sudden change right after he'd fucked my face with wild abandon.
"All of this," he said, bewildered.
"It didn't seem weird last night when you were using my face as your personal cum canvas," I pointed out.
"It's just... I mean..." my genius son struggled to form a complete sentence as he tried to rationalize the shift in our relationship.
I interrupted him and took charge, "Michael, I am still your mother and you are still my son."
"Yes, but..." he began, but I sat up and interrupted him again.
"Shhhh, baby, your Mother is talking right now, not your slut," I said, putting my finger to his lips. I continued, moving to his ear, "And I still love you like a mother loves a son. I'm still going to care for you like a mother cares for her son. But now I also love you as a lover, as a very well-equipped, attentive and dominant lover."
I removed my finger from his lips, nibbling teasingly on his ear as I squeezed his stiff cock.
He stammered, a mixture of bewilderment and growing horniness, "But you're my Mother."
"Whom you just face-fucked, rather aggressively I might add, and I loved it. Your balls were bouncing off my chin like it was a hardwood floor and they were basketballs," I pointed out, my tongue swirling in his ear.
"I don't know what got into me; I woke up horny like I always do, and remembering last night turned something on inside me and before I knew it, my cock was tapping your lips," he explained through soft moans.
"I know what got into
me
," I whispered, my left hand squeezing his ready-to-go-again cock before adding, "which is also what Mommy now wants slamming into her wet cunt. And don't look now, but your Mother has just gone off duty and your Pet Mommy is back, so you're in charge."
"Oh Mom," he moaned, the dual pleasure of my mouth nibbling on his ear and my hand stroking his cock distracting him.
"Does my baby want to fuck me?" I asked, gliding my tongue down his neck and to his nipple.
"Aaaah, Mom," he moaned as I took the nipple in my mouth.
I teasingly nibbled his nipple before asking, "Aaaah, Mom, what?"
I moved to the other nipple and replicated the teasing as he stammered, "Are y-y-you sure we should keep doing this?"
Looking up at him, my hand stroking his big hard cock faster, I asked, my lips all pouty and my tone like some talking baby doll, "Does my sonny not want to fuck-y his Mommy?"
"Oh God, Mom," he moaned, his gentle demeanor shifting again to aggressive, like a sexual Hulk, as he forcefully shoved me back down on the bed.
Without another word, he climbed on top of me and slid his cock easily into my warm oasis.
"Oh son, your cock feels so good inside Mommy," I moaned the instant my son's cock filled me. For some inexplicable naughty reason, continually calling him my son and referring to myself as Mommy enhanced my sexual rush. It seemed that the greater my attention on the taboo, the greater the thrill.
He muscled hard, deep thrusts into my heat, which had my whole body striving to match him. "I want to see your breasts, Mommy."
I laughed, as I struggled to pull off the t-shirt I'd worn to bed, "They're called my boobs, baby. Or Mommy has tits, big tits just for my darling son."
"Or jugs," he added, cupping both of my voluptuous tits the second they were available.
"Yes, baby, play with Mommy's jugs," I moaned, another naughty word added to out sinful litany as he took my left nipple in his mouth. My breathing increased as my son kept pumping his cock in my cunt while pleasing my jugs. In only a couple of minutes and way quicker than usual, I could feel the bubbling rise of my orgasmic tide.
Pulling out and hopping backwards, Michael ordered, "On all fours, Mommy. Now."
My hunger both to submit and to come taking control of me, I obeyed without hesitation. I flipped into position, he knee-walked closer behind me and slipped his cock deep inside my pussy, but then stopped moving. I pleaded, desperate for release, "Oh God, Michael, fuck Mommy, please, baby."
"No Mom," he replied, his tone amused, "Fuck yourself on your son's cock."
"Ooooooooh, you diiirty boooooy," I moaned, as happy again, I began bouncing back on his cock, each time forcing it to fill me completely.
"That's right, fuck yourself, Mommy-slut," he ordered again, slapping my ass.
His calling me Mommy-slut only enhanced the naughty reality of the taboo sin I was committing. My backward thrusts onto my son's missile got faster and harder as I used his cock to get myself off.
"Come, Pet Mommy, come for your new Master," he ordered, understanding my need to be controlled and used.
"Yeeeeeees, Master," I moaned, "thank you, Master, Mommy is so close."
