Tom's Slutty Mom

*All Characters are 18 Years old or more*

Tom stepped into his house and closed the door. As he placed his bag on the floor he heard a moan from upstairs. He froze. He knew that his mother, being a 33 year old woman still had pretty strong sexual needs and that from time to time she would satisfy them herself. For some reason he's mother never married after he was born, even though she was stunning.

Another moan, this one a little bit louder then the previous one emanated from the second floor of their house. Tom guessed his mother thought he would be working late today and decided to make the most of the empty house.

Tom was torn. He didn't know if he should leave or just go about his business as if he can't hear anything. A third moan sounded and to his dismay Tom felt his cock harden.

Disgusted with himself he decided to go up to his room and get some sleep.

As he was climbing the stairs the moans became a continuos stream of short groans and moans. Again he felt strangely aroused.

By the time he reached the second floor he could hear his mother's rapid breathing, and as he started walking toward his room he was astounded to see that his mother's bedroom door was ajar. Tom was at a loss. He couldn't go to his room without passing in front of his mother's door and he wasn't sure which way she was facing. He couldn't bear the thought of the awkwardness that would result from him seeing his mother in such a compromising position.

He weighed his options. Either wait here for his mother to cum and catch him or rush to his room to hope his mother was looking the other way. Finally he decided that he preferred being caught trying to get to his room rather then get caught seemingly eavesdropping on his masturbating mother.

He started walking fast but reached the door sooner then he expected while still looking in the wrong direction. Before he could turn his head he saw his mother. Her head and chest were pressed against the mattress while her ass was high up in the air.She was rapidly fucking herself with a big c-thru buttplug, her asshole stretched and her butt cheeks spread with her free hand.

He noticed her pussy was dripping and following the drops he saw a huge wet stain on the mattress.

For some reason Tom couldn't move his legs. He was transfixed by the site of his mother fucking her asshole. His mother quickened the pace of her pumping and finally with a long loud moan finished.

Tom came to his senses and tried to get to his room quickly as possible but before he could move one step his mother lifted her head and for a second their eyes met. Tom blushed so deeply he couldn't believe he had enough blood in his body to continue to maintain his raging hard-on. His mother blushed too. Without saying a word Tom quickly went to his room and closed the door.

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Christie quickly pulled the buttplug out of her ass, leaving her asshole red and gaping and her feeling empty. Absentmindedly she slid the buttplug into her mouth and started sucking it, moaning quietly at the taste of her own ass. suddenly she caught herself. She couldn't believe she would do something like that with Tom in the next room. She was disgusted to discover that the thought only made her more aroused. Her hand slid to her soaking wet pussy and she started rubbing it. Again she caught herself, decidedly getting up, putting the buttplug in her drawer and using a towel to soak her pussy juices.

As she was drying herself Christie came to term with the fact that she didn't know what to do. She couldn't believe she caught her son peeping on her. It was so wrong.

As quickly as possible she slid her red thong up her legs. The second the material touched her pussy it darkened, a round wet circle spreading. Annoyed she pulled on her short denim skirt and a red tank top. Her nipples were standing out through the fabric, two rock hard points pointing out.

She decided she'd try to talk to her son. Maybe he had a good excuse and she was just rushing ahead of herself. She closed the door behind her and as she started walking toward his room she heard a distinct, "Oh,Mom." She blushed a deep red. Deciding that she couldn't handle it today, especially not what she assumed was going on in her son's room she turned around and as fast as she could went down to the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

That night dinner was a very fast and quiet. They did their best to avoid any eye contact or conversation. Christie thought about trying to resolve the issue a couple of times but she decided not to. Throughout dinner Christie was surprised to feel a constant stream of moister wetting her thong and Tom struggled to fight his suddenly ever-present hard-on. A couple of times Christie unconsciously slid her hand to her crotch only to catch herself rubbing her pussy. Finally dinner ended and they both retreated to their rooms.

Christie lay in bed that night, wearing nothing but her damp red thong, still achingly aroused. As she lay quietly she was sure she heard a woman's moans coming from her son's room. A second later she could've sworn she heard a woman breathlessly saying, " Yes, Fuck your mother,ohhh". Trying hard not to listen she couldn't help but notice that her pussy was now gushing all over her thighs and that her juices started sliding down to the mattress. She couldn't help herself.

Moaning, she raised her hand to her mouth and started sucking on her three middle fingers hungrily. Pumping them in and out of her mouth all the while imagining she had a thick cock between her lips. When her fingers were slick with spit she stretched her hand behind her back and with her other hand slid the thong down to her knees and spread her butt cheeks. Slowly she inserted the first finger into her ass. She slowly pushed her finger in and out of her asshole. She added the second finger and groaned. Her asshole started stretching though with only two fingers it was barely noticeable. Finally she slowly inserted the third finger and groaned again, her asshole stretching a little more to accommodate all three fingers. She then waited. In a matter of seconds the uncomfortableness was replaced by a feeling of pleasure. Christie moaned, a little too loudly and fell silent, worried that her son might hear. As she thought of her son a string of incestuous thoughts entered her head. With her asshole stretched she couldn't help but picture herself on top of her son, his cock shoved up her ass. She could feel her pussy gushing out a torrent of juices. Although it disgusted her, she couldn't help but picture herself riding her son's cock like a crazed animal. Riding him until he filled her bowels with his warm, sticky cum. Faster and faster she fingered her asshole, matching the pace of her fantasized anal ride, first delicately and as she neared her orgasm, more and more brutally, enjoying the mixture of pain and pleasure. Furiously finger-fucking herself Christie came, moaning loudly.

In her head Christie lay on top her son, his cock still up to the hilt in her ass, his cum slowly sliding from her stomach to her asshole and as she stood up, sighing contentedly, her ass made a weird squelching noise as her son's cock popped out, a steady stream of cum slid from her asshole, down her thighs.

Exhausted but content, Christie lay in bed, a mixture of happiness, hunger and shame welling up in her stomach. How could she look her son in the eye, after fantasizing about him like that. Furthermore how could she reprimand her son for peeping on her if she fantasized about him. Troubled she finally fell asleep.

The next morning, breakfast was as quiet and awkward as dinner the previous night. Christie and Tom quickly ate the breakfast she made and left for work, each anxious to be in anywhere but there.

That day when Christie returned home to find her son in his room. Tired she decided to take a shower before cooking dinner.

Christie entered the shower and started the water, making sure it was scolding hot. As the water started running down her body, it slid from her long beautiful hair to her back and from there to her ass. Some of it over her beautiful perfect shaped ass cheeks but mostly running through her crack, wetting her asshole and from there to her long, smooth legs.

Her big breasts were soon covered in water and soap as she slowly started to clean herself. After her breasts were as clean as they could get she slowly slid her hand downwards leaving a trail of soap on her flat stomach. As her hand reached her crotch, she moaned quietly. With slow and aggressive strokes she soon had her crotch clean and pink from the attention and hot water. She lowered herself to the floor remaining on the tips of her toes, her legs stretched wide, allowing her easier access to her asshole. While she played with her nipples with one hand, her other hand quickly found her asshole and started rubbing it franticly. A finger slipped into her ass by mistake, and she let out a loud moan.

Suddenly, annoyed she remembered that dinner wasn't going to make itself, and Tom might start to wander where she'd disappeared to. She quickly finished her shower and dried herself, feeling unsatisfied. In a split second decision she decided that she might have not finished but she can at least enjoy the next few hours. She went to her drawer and took out her big buttplug.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and struggled to push in as much as she could. She could barely accommodate three quarters of it's length and it's width stretched her mouth painfully. Quickly she started pumping it in and out of her mouth, coating it with as much saliva as she could muster. She swirled her tongue around the tip and despite the difficulty, she found sucking the buttplug enjoyable. She had always loved sucking cock, so it wasn't a big surprise.

As soon as she was satisfied with the buttplug's lubrication she went to her bed and got on her hands and knees. She lowered her head and upper body to the mattress until her face and chest were pressed to the mattress while her ass was up in the air. A little uncomfortably she remembered that the day before her son saw her in the exact same position.

Putting the thought aside she used one hand to spread her butt cheeks while with the other she positioned the buttplug at her rear entrance and started pushing. Slowly her rosebud opened, allowing her to slip half an inch of the buttplug into her ass. She soon noticed that she had been impatient and the buttplug wasn't covered in enough spit, and it hurt to push it inside. As the buttplug widened it got harder and harder to slide it in. She whimpered, her asshole stretched painfully. Patiently she pushed it inside inch by inch, ignoring the discomfort and pain, waiting for her ass to stretch, then sliding in another wider part of the buttplug. Moaning and whimpering with pain and discomfort she finally reached the last 3 inches of the buttplug. Groaning she slowly started sliding the last inches inside. She had fucked herself with her buttplug many times but had never pushed it all in. She couldn't believe her asshole could stretch so wide and she was sure that her asshole would hurt for the next few days. With a pop the buttplug sunk into her ass, her asshole slowly closing around it.

Standing up she realized that it had taken her much longer then she'd expected and that soon enough Tom was going to go down to the kitchen, hungry and expecting dinner. She went over to where her clothes lay picked up her thong and slid it up her legs.

She was sure the buttplug's end was showing to either side of the thin strip of fabric running up her ass crack. For a reason she couldn't explain she decided to leave the rest of her clothes there and pulled on her white satin nightgown.

As she started walking towards the kitchen it became apparent to her that with the buttplug up her ass she couldn't walk normally. So walking slightly penguin-like, the buttplug rubbing against the walls of her anal cavity, she made her way to the kitchen only to find Tom standing next to the frying pan, making omletts. Making sure not to make eye contact with his mother, Tom pointed to an omlett on a plate next to him, "This is for you,mom."

"Oh, this is nice," Christie said, "As a matter of fact I was just coming down here to prepare dinner but this is a very nice surprise." As she took her plate she leaned to kiss her son and thank him.

As she was about to place a kiss on his cheek he turned suddenly, and for a second their lips met. Surprised she pulled back, sure that he had intentionally stolen a kiss from her but she immediately saw that he was as surprised as she was. Blushing they both turned away.

Christie quickly sat down, and ate finishing as fast as she could. In fact she sat down so quickly and carelessly that she didn't notice that the chair she sat on was very wet.

When she finished she quickly went to the sink and washed her plate. Turning to thank her son again she noticed that he was staring at her ass. Looking down she was embarrassed to see that the wet satin had turned transparent and that her buttplug was clearly seen protruding from her asshole.

Lifting her eyes the same instant her son did their eyes met and they both blushed a very deep red. Looking down she saw a bulge in her son's pants. Christie rushed out of the room, shameful tears running down her eyes.

Later that evening when she finally stopped crying and relaxed, she decided she must talk to her son. So buttplug still intact, Christie walked over to her son's room.

She was so preoccupied that she failed to hear the loud moans and groans coming from inside her son's room so she entered without knocking.

The minute she walked in she saw her son franticly trying to cover himself, his cock visible no matter how hard he tried. As she looked at his computer screen she saw a woman who greatly resembled her in nearly every aspect, from her flowing blonde hair to the big breasts and perfectly shaped ass. The woman was being slammed into from behind, her asshole red and raw from the brutal anal fucking she was receiving. The video's title read, "Stunning mother gets a hardcore anal lesson from her son."

As she watched, the woman's supposed son pulled his cock from her ass, making a popping noise. His mother immediately turned around and started sucking his cock, taking in as much as she could without throwing up. Christie could feel her mouth starting to water and her panties getting incredibly wet, it had been two weeks since she had sucked that guy's cock in the bathroom and she already missed it terribly. she shook herself and returned to the present.

Extremely embarrassed, she murmured a quiet apology and got out as fast as she could. When she was midway to her room she decided that this awkwardness couldn't continue. She turned around and started walking towards her son's room decisively. She entered just in time to see her son cum into a wad of tissues and the man on the computer screen cover his mother's face with cum.

"Tom?" she said edging into the room, "We need to talk about the last few days."

"What the fuck, mom," he said, covering himself as best as he could, "Can't you see I'm kind of busy."

She blushed, "Yes I can see that very clearly but this can't continue."

"I don't think we have anything to talk about. I saw you, now you saw me. We're even, no need to talk about anything."

"Can I sit down?" she said motioning towards his bed, ignoring what he said.

"Be my guest".

As she sat down, the tissues her son had just cum in rolled down from the upper part of his bed to lay against her hand. She could fill his sticky cum, still a little warm stick to her hand, her pussy responded by wetting her thong even more. She decided to ignore it.

"Listen, Tom, the thing you saw me do the other day, and what you were doing just now are both completely natural..."

"I know, mom," he said, cutting into to her sentence, "I'm 18, there's really no need to explain what I saw."

"But, seeing as I'm your mother and that your now watching these kind of videos," She said motioning towards his screen, "I think the matter isn't as simple as that."

And so they talked for a while. Tom continued to protest the very idea that there was a reason for the conversation but his mother remained adamant about the subject.

After apologizing for not closing the door and ignoring the fact that she wasn't the soul resident of the house, Christie explained that since she was alone and had a more then healthy sexual appetite she had to satisfy her own needs. She promised to be more careful from now on.

Leaving with the declaration that everything will be back to normal now, Christie stood up to leave, much to the relief of her son. She slowly made her way to his door, making sure that her buttplug wasn't visible through her nightgown, and that the inevitable change in her walk wasn't too apparent. As she was closing the door to her son's room she heard him say in an undertone, "I just never knew you were such an anal slut." Surprised, embarrassed and also strangely aroused Christie went to her room and prepared to go to sleep.

Too tired to even think of cumming she slowly pulled the buttplug out of her ass, leaving her asshole stretched and gaping. While cleaning her buttplug with her tongue, moaning slightly at the taste of her ass, Christie couldn't help but remember the sight of her son's cock and the unbelievable orgasm she had the night before just by fantasizing about it. When the buttplug was clean to her satisfaction she went and put it in her drawer. Lying in bed, drifting into sleep, she suddenly awoke to the sounds of footsteps. Recognizing them as her son's, she relaxed.

To her dismay instead of continuing towards the staircase her son's footsteps stopped outside her door. Slowly she turned her head. As she looked her son slowly pushed the door open. In the doorway stood Tom, his pants bunched around his knees, his cock in his hand.

Standing at the door he slowly started to move his hand up and down his shaft. He stroked his dick aggressively. It took him less then ten minutes to reach his climax. Cumming, he said in a barely audible voice, "fuck yeah, oh mom," and started shooting all over her bedroom floor. Transfixed, Christie watched as her son shoot his load, blast after blast leaving his cock and landing on the floor.

Suddenly she noticed that her bed was soaking wet and that her panties were sticking to her, soaked with her juices. As her son turned and left, Christie felt a small moan of longing escape her, and reached an irrational decision. From her most primitive parts came the decision to seduce her son, no matter the cost. More horny then ever but satisfied with her decision, Christie fell asleep.

The next day when Christie came home she immediately went to her room. Sliding of her mini skirt and tight white blouse, she unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Quickly she went to her drawer and took out her buttplug. This time she used a lube she had bought on the way home. She rushed to her bed and resuming her usual position she pushed the buttplug into her ass. With the new lube she had no problems and was done in a matter of seconds.

Looking in the mirror she made sure her thong was sitting right. She turned around and bent over looking in the mirror to make sure the buttplug could be seen. Wearing only her thong and with a buttplug up her ass Christie closed her room's door behind her and made her way to her son's room. This time before she entered she listened. Hearing the same moans and groans as the day before she entered his room as silently as she could. Tom was blind and deaf to everything but the extremely depraved scene that was being shown on his screen. His fist was flying up and down his shaft and it was clear to Christie that he was nearing his climax. She waited for the right moment which presented itself a second later.