Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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***This story is a work of fiction. All characters are at least 18 years old. No one should do anything that is depicted in this story, except maybe hug your mom. That is probably okay.***
"Sweetie, I'm home from church! I wish you would come with me. Ever since your father passed, it has really helped me, and I am worried about your immortal soul. There is sin everywhere! It feels like I see it constantly!" She was clearly thinking about something else. "I can't stop thinking about the, um....sin."
I was laying on the couch waiting for her. Now was my chance to put into place the last step of the plan that I had been preparing for weeks.
*3 MONTHS EARLIER*
After my dad died, my mom became very religious. She is not terribly bright, and unfortunately, she was tricked into replacing her husband with religion. It was clear my dad married her as a trophy wife with big tits, not for her brains.
She used to be a gorgeous, happy, flirty, ditsy, blonde bimbo, who didn't seem to worry about anything. Now, she was still a head-turner, but lately she dressed conservatively, and constantly worried about sins and "corrupting influences" on me. She was so repressed.
My mom was always in a terrible mood, and she was generally angry about some "sinful" act she had heard about. She got mad at "these whores" doing whatever they wanted: "just makes me sick how they act..." She would say.
I could tell she was just repeating things she thought she should say to be a "good Christian woman". I would challenge her beliefs sometimes to watch the wheels turn in her head, to see if she might break out of her religious zealotry, but the Church was good at making her not question things.
One day, I came across my Mom's browsing history from before my dad passed, and was shocked to see that she watched some really hardcore stuff. Since I knew exactly what she was into, I would sometimes switch my mom's favorite websites to auto-play compilation porn of submissive women being dominated, fucked hard, and swallowing huge loads of cum.
I convinced her that these porn websites sometimes just change your favorites, since they run the internet, and they even make it take a long time for you to close their websites. "These porn websites, ya know, they have all of your search history, and if you watched their videos, even a long time ago, they will still try to tempt you. They know exactly what you really want. It's, uhhh, really sick..." I said half-heartedly.
"Oh my yes...that's awful!" She looked nervous, clearly thinking about what porn she used to watch before she was "born again." "But I never would have watched something like that, I'm not a sinner!" She said, trying to convince me, and I think, trying to forget who she was.
"Well, is it really hurting anyone if these whores like to be treated, ya know, like whores? If God made us all, and he doesn't make mistakes, then these women are just being who God made them to be, right?" I asked.
"Yes, but... ummm." She tried to develop a counter-argument, but reasoning wasn't her strong suit. She just repeated what she had been told every Sunday: "women who act like whores and sluts are sinners and...they won't get into heaven!"
I clearly wasn't going to get anywhere debating with her. "Hmm, so you saw this on your computer, Mom? Why don't you show me what you're talking about..." I asked, knowing exactly which video she just saw.
"Oh honey, no. You can't watch that filth, I regret that I even saw it. These awful porno companies, I can't believe they allow that in a Christian country like this!" She said.
"Well Mom, I think it might be important to see what type of sin these whores are getting into. Maybe we can figure out what led them away from God, and uh, we can pray about it tonight." I said.
"Oh, okay, I guess. As long as it is just for a holy purpose it might be okay." I had her sit down at the computer desk, while I stood upright next to her, my dick inches from her face.
"Okay, so...this video is called, and sorry for my language, Mom: "Cumslut whores getting FUCKED and drinking CUM, cumpilation. And here is the description: these sluts will do anything to get a taste of cum, they get fucked in every hole, and beg to eat cum..." My mom winced at the language I used, her jaw dropped and her tongue stuck out while I spoke. She was dumbfounded.
"Honey! Don't say such things!" I clicked the video to start playing, and my Mom's eyes were immediately transfixed on the screen. "Sorry, Mom, but we need to understand what we're looking at here, if we want to get to the bottom of this awful sinful behavior."
A milf with enormous tits was sitting in an empty room with men surrounding her, jerking their huge cocks into her mouth. The woman gargled the huge load of cum in her mouth, and when a man ordered, she swallowed all of the loads. After swallowing, she was vigorously masturbating and screaming "I'm such a fucking whore! Unnnggggghhh oh fuck!!"
My Mom was completely glued to the screen. "So Mom, I've never seen anything like this before, what exactly is a cumslut?"
"Oh what? Hmmm?" She said, trying to swallow all the spit that had built up in her mouth. "Gosh, honey, you shouldn't ask things like that to your mother. You're my son, and I'm a devout Christian woman who wouldn't dare to know those types of things...cumslut?, hmpphh" She nervously shifted in her seat, trying not to make eye contact.
"Mom, if you know what it is, it would be a very serious sin to lie about not knowing..." I cautioned her.
"Oh well, um, I may have overheard someone once call um, someone that...I think a umm, c-cumslut loves semen. She is obsessed with it, and she um, wants to drink uhhh, lots of semen, constantly." She said nervously. "Some of the worst filthy sinning whores, sweetheart. Disgusting..." She said more assertively, trying to regain her composure. She continued watching the video, licking her lips occasionally.
The video changed to a woman (who I chose to be a lookalike of my mother) being ravaged from behind, her hair was pulled back taught in the man's grip, and another man was cumming on her face. My mother was starting to sweat and become visibly uncomfortable.
"Oh honey we definitely shouldn't watch this, this is just the naughtiest sinning."
"Hold on, Mom. Now, what is going on in this video?" I asked.
"Uhmmm, well this is um, this slut is committing adultery, and she is being uh, very promiscuous with multiple men..."
"Hmmm, well Mom, why would a woman do such a thing? I mean... she seems to be really enjoying it..." ("Oh fuck yes, I'm your fucking slut, I love your fucking huge cock, please keep fucking me, I fucking need it, I'm gonna, I'm gonna, imgonnacummmmm!!!unnnnfffffff").
"Oh, um, well... yes it does appear that would feel um, very good..." My mom was rocking her hips back and forth in time with the video until she caught herself.
"Those men are being really rough with her, huh? They are really treating her like a dirty whore... Do women like being treated like that?" I asked.
"Oh, mmmmmm, yes, uhhh they reallllly do honey." She spoke through her teeth like she was trying to suppress her words from coming out. "I mean, I would assume... some women might have impure fantasies about being, ummm, being fu- err, having rough intercourse with large penises, and uhhh, being used like uh, well like that. ("Ughhhhhh, mmmmmffff") The blonde lookalike pornstar's orgasm continued while the other man filled her throat with his cock. My mother rubbed her neck involuntarily.
"Mom, do you ever have fantasies like that?" I asked.
"No!! Of course not! I'm a born again Christian woman! Only a filthy, dirty, sinning slut would fantasize about something like that!" She said unconvincingly.
"Hmmm, well mom, I think tonight we should pray about the sins we witnessed here. You know, 'thou shalt not judge lest ye be judged', maybe you should pray about those sinning women you saw in the video. Really put yourself in their shoes, and think about what they were feeling." I suggested.
"Good idea, honey. That might help me to avoid temptation, not that I would ever, um, be tempted, um..."
"I'm glad you think so, Mom. Why don't you get ready for bed, and I can help you pray." "Sounds great!" My mother was clearly excited since I seemed to be interested in praying for a change.
My mom put on her white nightgown. At one point, it was an unflattering garment that left everything to the imagination. A few months earlier, I switched it for a much smaller size nightgown with thinner material, that barely covered her huge titties. She never seemed to catch on that it was different, or that I could see her nipples through the material, and all of her perfect ass since the nightgown barely covered it at all.
"Okay Mom, now you need to get into a praying position. I'll sit right here on the edge of the bed so I don't, umm.... miss anything." She obediently got on her knees, and clasped her hands together in front of her.
"Yes, right here mom." I pulled her to where I was sitting, so her elbows were on either side of my legs, and her huge tits rubbed against my legs.
"Oh honey, um I am not sure that this is appropriate..." I said staring down at her cleavage, my dick getting firm in my pajamas. "Well you're...my son, and I'm you're mother, and..." "Mom, we're just praying, that's it. I just want to make sure I get a good seat to be sure I hear what you're saying. What could be wrong about that?"
