Tito Mom

TikTok Mom

A T4A Story

I: NurseMomMolly blows up.

Early Fall 2024

Evan: 'dude wtf??? your moms tiktok is amazing. ytf we finding out from dweebs?'

Paul: 'bro your mom rules but seriously this some bs you not telling us'

Blake: 'holy shit your moms about to be famous'

Paul: 'do you help her film?'

Blake: 'ooo yeah do you?'

Evan: 'yeah? you lucky fuck'

Blake: 'Molly never dresses like that when we come over'

Evan: 'you been holding out mfer!!'

Paul: 'we're all lucky our mom's are hot but Molly is putting that shit out there!!!!

Blake: '(crying laughing face)'

Evan: '(100 symbol)'

Blake: 'im already home. about to crank one to your mom dude. sorry not sorry.'

Evan: 'wont be the first time (laughing face)'

Paul: 'we all will when we get home but first we're gonna beat your ass after class'

Evan: 'yeah you know the penalty for holding out on the club. Booty, boobs, or a beating.'

Paul: '(100 symbol) club rules bitch. and you been slacking on the pics anyway'

Blake: 'punvk hjm in yhr balls fir me'

Evan: 'dude! stroke or type. we been over this'

Paul: 'for real (laughing face)'

21-year old college senior Declan Terry's phone started blowing up while he was in his last class of the day. Already on silent, the repeated vibration made enough noise to draw the attention of his classmates as well as his professor who simply gave him a stare over her glasses, prompting Declan to hastily put his phone on airplane mode without looking at it.

He was initially panicked exiting class, the sheer number of texts immediately made him think something was wrong, but his concern was quickly replaced by confusion.

Numerous texts from people he was barely friends or acquaintances with and hardly talked to as well as his group chat with his best friends, Paul, Evan, and Blake. All about his Mom's TikTok and how hot she is and how she's about to be famous.

WTF? His mom had a TikTok? Declan tried to make sense of it pausing outside the classroom, reading through the texts.

"There he is." Declan hears, looking up from his phone to see Paul and Evan pointing at him with big smiles on their faces.

"Holy shit, brosef, what's it like having a world star hot MILF mother, huh?" Evan Sullivan laughs approaching.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell us she was doing this, dick!" Paul Carey adds, playfully punching Declan in the shoulder.

"I don't know what the fuck you guys are talking about?" Declan answers earnestly, causing his friends to look at him doubtfully, then almost immediately double over with laughter.

"Are you serious," Paul questions, "You really don't know your mom's got the hottest TikTok since PennysPanties got banned?"

"Come on fucker, seriously, why you been holding out on us? Always acting like you can't get any good pics of her when she's been doing... this," Evan says, animatedly gesturing to Paul's phone as he pulls it out. "You got the raw footage don't you?" Evan accuses his friend.

Shaking his head, his eyebrows arched, Declan defends himself, "I really don't know what the fuck you're on about. Mom has a TikTok?"

His friends stare at each other smiling for a moment, "Holy shit," they say in unison and grin.

"Here, check it out," Paul offers, swiping on his phone and holding it up for Declan to see, the three quickly pressing their heads together to watch along.

NurseMomMolly stands in bra and panties in the middle of a room. 'OOTD' appears in big block letters across the middle of the screen. The video is well edited and cuts quickly, first showing her turning, displaying her thong and thicc, but tight, bodacious curves before showing her holding up a pair of very short white khaki shorts and then shimmying into them, her bare cheeks jiggling as she looks over her shoulder at the camera.

It next cuts to her holding up an orange knit sleeveless crop top before turning away from the camera and removing her bra and then pulling the top down over her head and large breasts, turning back to the camera and moving in close, she adjusts the top just so; her tits pushed together, sitting high.

Finally NurseMomMolly steps into a pair of sandals and does a 360 for the camera before leaning in and blowing a kiss, picking up her purse, and walking away, a sway in her hips.

Paul immediately starts it over as his friend stares, dumbfounded.

Declan Terry gazes stunned watching his mother Molly Terry get dressed in their living room. So many questions run through his head as his cock quickly thickens in his jeans and jealousy surges through his veins.

Mom has a Tiktok account? She knows about 'Outfit Of The Day?' She's posting in her bra and panties? Everyone has seen this? How long has this been going on? What else is on her page? When is she doing this? How does she know how to edit? Is someone helping her? Who? What? Where? Why? When? The fuck?

No wonder his friends are mad, he thinks, the four have been sharing pictures of their moms for a while, but no one has come close to this.

Not even Evan, who somehow gets his mom, Marcy, to pose for him regularly in her second-skin like workout gear.

Or Paul, who regularly sends pictures of his mom, Carmen, poolside or at the beach in some of the skimpiest bikinis imaginable.

Fortunately for Declan, Blake is typically the least productive of the group, only managing the occasional seemingly sneakily shot pic of his mom, Stephanie, by their pool or cleaning or cooking.

Declan, at least, managed to get his mom to pose for selfies with him whenever he could, which was quite often.

His mother, Molly, is naturally upbeat and flirty, and usually dressed casually. But Molly Terry was blessed with curves most women had to work hard for or buy from a surgeon and her outfits, however demure, struggled not to reveal her amazing body. Shorts, skirts, halters. String bikinis. Even her nursing scrubs failed to hide the bodaciousness barely contained underneath. Declan often wondered if his mother had her clothes altered or custom made, considering how form fitting they were.

All four of the boy's mothers were hot, but in different ways, Molly was most physically similar to Evan's mom, Marcy. Both were short, pretty, blondes with eye-catching bodies. Whereas Marcy was more a slender, seductive, dirty blonde, Molly is a more sinewy, vivacious, curly haired, freckled, sun-kissed blonde, seemingly always smiling, usually chewing gum and having something funny to say. Molly is also the thickest of the group, thick thighs, a big booty and large, heavy breasts.

Molly's career as a nurse had always kept her on her feet and in shape, but her recent adoption of doing Pilates twice a week has really taken her body from attention worthy to impossible to ignore.

The proof now played over and over on the screen before the three friends.

"I didn't know." Declan declares.

Grinning, Paul taps on his phone sending Declan the link to his mother's video. DING. "Enjoy, fucker," Paul smiles at Declan before giving Evan a knowing nod.

"Yeah, dude, you got a lot to catch up on," Evan informs his friend as the three head to the parking lot.

****

II: Afternoon Debrief.

"So, how did it go?" Carmen Carey asks, adjusting the tripod-mounted camera before pressing record and dropping onto her knees in the middle of her kitchen.

"Good, I think. He was shocked but enthralled, as you predicted," Paul Carey says, moving to stand in front of his mother, smiling as she lowers his zipper and pulls his turgid phallus though the opening.

"Good, onto phase two," Carmen smiles knowingly before licking around her sons spongy cockhead, her wet tongue polishing the plump organ. "It won't take long, just be patient, you keep Dec primed and I'll keep pushing Molly's boundaries."

"Yes ma'am," Paul tells his mother before putting his hand on the back of her head, applying pressure as she takes his erection deep in her mouth. "Mmm... yeah, Mom... suck it..."

The mother and son engage in their daily routine. Both, without ever having had to acknowledge it, regularly make themselves available to the other after being separated for any length of time. Even a few hours apart from one another further fuels an already seemingly insatiable lust between the two.

Carmen hasn't tasted her son's jizzum directly in more than 36 hours. She was sure she hadn't gone that long since they became lovers a year ago.

Of course she had hungrily sucked his cum off her fingers after he fucked her and ejaculated in her pussy both yesterday afternoon on the pool deck, and last night in their bed. But as much as she enjoyed the taste of their juices mixed together and what that represented, she had to admit there was nothing quite as satisfying as feeling her son explode in her mouth; his hot, thick semen slamming against the roof of her mouth before falling onto her tongue, his always copious release rapidly filling her mouth.

She loved to take it all in her mouth before showing it to him, his thick goo pooled on her tongue, allowing her to savor his manly flavor before gulping it down.

A loud DING emanates from Paul's pocket as Carmen forces his cock into her throat. She holds still, her lips sealed to the root of his cock. She feels both her son's hands on the back of her head and then his pelvis buck against her face as he attempts to drive himself even deeper.

DING.

Loosing focus, Carmen gags and pulls off her son's cock, coughing. "Maybe you should check it, might be Dec," she offers, looking up at her son with red, tear filled eyes, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

Annoyed, Paul pulls his phone out and then smiles, turning it for his mom to see a picture of Marcy Sullivan, Evan's mom, smiling, her face streaked with several thick ropes of cum.

Mother and son giggle. "That was quick," Carmen offers, smacking Paul's cock against her outstretched tongue several times, before winking, "Want to do it on my face and see who paints their mother the best?"

Moaning at his mother's suggestion, Paul smiles, "If you're okay with not getting your snack, it's okay with me, Mom. You know I love how sexy you look covered in cum."

Carmen simply smiles and takes one of his weighty testicles into her hot, wet, sucking mouth while rapidly stroking her son's swollen stalk. "Get your phone ready," she groans breathlessly, swapping balls.

Paul chuckles, still marveling at the luck of his new reality, not only his sexual relationship with his super sexy mother, but also the knowledge that both their friends, Evan and Marcy, were also incestuous lovers.

Paul still feels the shock of Evan confessing his sexual relationship with his mother and recounting what had transpired over a three-day weekend helping his mother clean out their garage.

Paul can't help but smile thinking about how he had rushed home to tell his mother only to find her having just gotten back from seeing Marcy, both of them face-to face, stating excitedly, "Guess what?"

Feeling himself getting close, Paul warns his mother and watches as she aims his cock point blank at her face and strokes him with both hands, lovingly looking up at him. "Do it sweetie, give Mommy all your yummy cum, shoot it all over my face," she smiles breathlessly.

The son watches his mother's eyes narrow, focusing on his piss slit as his balls convulse and his cock erupts. Thick, pearly semen fires from Paul's cock, splattering all over his mother's face in heavy ropes, streaking her features from her forehead to her chin.

"Mmm, yeah... baby... god.... so much," Carmen purrs, coaxing every ounce of her son's essence out of his thick rod and onto her upturned face.

Carmen stops her tongue before it can poke through her lips and swipe around outside her mouth, seeking to collect as much of the sperm rich gelatinous goo as possible. Instead she smiles a big smile as her son points his phone at her.

Paul takes a picture of his mother, her face frosted with his fresh jizzum, and sends it to the group chat comprised of himself, his mother, Marcy and Evan Sullivan, and Taylor and Aaron Phoenix.

Setting his phone down, the son uses two fingers to scoop up a large puddle of cum pooled in one his mother's eyes and offers it to her, watching as she greedily sucks his finger clean before repeating the process over and over, feeding his mother as much of his semen as he can collect.

Once finished, Carmen lovingly nurses on Paul's still thick cock before looking into the camera, blowing a kiss, and stopping the recording.

Nearly a year into their sexually redefined relationship and the mother and son couple still can't get enough of each other. Carmen's group of friends, each involved in sexual relationships with family members, and known amongst themselves as The Four Asses, had been right on all accounts, incest truly is best.

The group had already expanded to add Evan and Marcy and would hopefully soon be adding at least two more.

****

Declan Terry drove straight home, heading directly to his bedroom and closing the door. Grabbing his iPad, he opens the link Paul Carey sent him. Declan watches the video of his mother several more times. The son takes in the tiny thong and nearly bursting bra, the shorts molding to her curves, the top barely concealing the flesh underneath, and the sandals proudly displaying her dainty feet.

Declan's feelings rage inside him, a boiling stew of jealousy, envy, lust, love, and anger. He takes in her taught ass, tight back, thick legs, flat stomach, large breasts, long curly hair, big, infectious smile. Fuck, she is so sexy, he thinks, pounding his fist onto his desk in frustration.

The son had been lusting for his mother for years. The secret confusion and guilt of his teens calcifying into a resentful adulthood acceptance that nothing would ever happen, but his mother showing herself to the world causes the 21-year-old's lust to boil over anew.

Declan had seen his mother in underwear and swimsuits over the years, but this was different. This was on demand. This was for inspection. She was showing off on social media for

anybody

to see. Why? He knew girls his age did this for attention and to try to make money, but his mom was... a mom, and had a good paying career. Didn't she? Was it just for fun? But why show herself in her underwear, getting dressed?

The question immediately led to Declan inspecting the remainder of her account.

Beyond excited, his hormones and emotions raging within him, causing a nervousness he hadn't felt since puberty, Declan clicks on his mother's account with a shaking finger.

His mother's smiling face sat above the name and description: NurseMomMolly. Nurse/Mom/MILF.

"Holy fucking shit," Declan mutters, his body vibrates thinking his mother referred to herself as a MILF.

Of course Molly Terry IS a MILF by any conceivable metric and Declan's friends were never shy about admiring her looks. Since sixth grade they've regularly referred to her as a MILF, but the thought she saw herself as one made Declan's cock lurch in his pants. "Mom, fuck," he exclaimed, adjusting his now painful erection.

Declan's own feelings towards his mother had changed, developed, evolved, as he aged, an oversimplification would be to say his pretty mother became a sexy woman in his eyes. But there was more to it than just lust, more than just appreciation for her physical beauty; there was the love, care, intimacy, and closeness shared by a parent and child, their shared experiences, the lack of judgment, the safe housing of each other's secrets.

Molly Terry had always been the most loving, caring, attentive, and funny mother any son could possibly hope for and Declan had always loved his mother more than anything in the world. She was everything to him as a child and then became even more. He knew he was lucky to have such a great mom and the tenderness of their parent child relationship had helped Declan cope with his less than proper thoughts towards his mother, but only to an extent.

It had always seemed cruely unfair to Declan that his appreciation of his mother's many attractive attributes was 'wrong,' just because he was her son. She was free to share herself physically with anyone else but him, how could that be? It made no sense to him that society got to decide that. Or that his sexual desire for his mother was automatically a minus on the balance sheet of their relationship, instead of possibly being a plus. Shouldn't that be for them to decide?

The younger Declan had made the effort to be 'good,' he tried not to indulge in his most naughty thoughts of his mother, that of her as a sexual object, but as he got older he found her competing for his attention more and more, not less.

For a long time he felt guilty that he thought of her like that. He was disappointed in himself, that he couldn't control his feelings, his desires, that he couldn't resist indulging them. He knew it was wrong. He knew it was perverted. He knew he needed to stop. Except he couldn't. However hard Declan tried, however much effort he put into finding other outlets for his sexual frustrations, his mother remained what he desired most.

But Declan also could never fully hate himself because of his feelings, there was always a sense that they were beyond his control, that it wasn't a choice, that it was unavoidable. Emotional. Chemical. Biological. Or was it just cruel fate, to be attracted more to your own mother than other women?

After he turned 18, and even after having had accrued a few years of sexual experience, Declan's lust for his mother continued to grow until she became nearly the sole focus of his fantasies.

Approaching college graduation Declan realized he had to DO something. But do what? Therapy? Become a priest? Move far away? Get married? He didn't like any of those options.

The thought of moving on with his life without his mother was almost more than he could bear. Confessing his feelings to her seemed the only real option, but Declan was sure she'd be shocked and disappointed in him, possibly even disgusted, and would almost certainly tell him his feelings were confused, misplaced, inappropriate, and that he needed help.

One day, out of frustration and desperation, he brought up incest porn to his friend Paul Carey. Paul's reaction was to agree that it was hot and naughty and admitted to being a fan.

When Declan said he wondered if it really happened, Paul paused for a second then told him if he meant real life actual sex between family members, he assumed it must happen to some degree, before adding, 'If you mean thinking about your own mom, I think it happens a lot,' Paul paused again, gauging Declan's reaction before continuing, 'If you mean

you're

thinking about your mom, I don't blame you. She's smoking hot. It's hard not to when your own mother is a babe, trust me, I know.'

Declan was shocked by his friends answer and further shocked a few days later when Paul and Evan told him about their little group chat club with Blake, sending each other pictures of their moms. Declan didn't hesitate to join, he'd already been collecting pictures of his mom by their pool for years.

Since joining the 'club,' Declan was both excited and surprised by the pictures they were swapping. No one ever admitted being into their own mother, comments were saved for each other's mothers, but it was hard not to read between the lines.

Blake was the most vociferous about everybody's mom, but he also seemed to have the most traditional relationship with his own mother, Stephanie, who was definitely the most reserved of the four moms.

Declan found some solace in the knowledge that he wasn't the only one who found his own mother attractive, but he was genuinely shocked and jealous of some of the pictures Paul and Evan sent. Their moms seemed happily willing to casually pose in skin baring outfits and he couldn't help but fantasize they were actually active participants in the club.