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MY SWEET MOTHER, RELUCTANT SLUT (mF Inc Reluc)MY SWEET MOTHER, RELUCTANT SLUT (mF Inc Reluc)By Dave E. Perelli and KachinaChapter 1 How It BeganJAMES’ TALE:It was a good life. We had a large two-story house in anexclusive subdivision. Dad was an executive for a large defensecontractor. Mom didn’t have to work. Dad made plenty of money.Mom passed the time doing volunteer work for her church. Mom andDad never missed a church service.I was a model student. I always made sure my homework was donecorrectly and did well on tests. I had letters for both footballand wrestling. My folks had given me a nice car for my sixteenthbirthday. I didn’t get in trouble in school. I had no troublegetting dates. I had no trouble getting laid either, but I keptthat news from my parents. I wasn’t into d**gs or gangs, kept myhair neat and dressed to make my parents proud.My family was well known and well respected in the community. Mypicture had been in the paper several times after victories infootball games and high school wrestling matches. We were theperfect family.Dad was the typical executive. He was overweight and out ofshape. He continually had to buy larger slacks to contain hisgrowing belly. He was living too much of the good life. Hisonly exercise seemed to be playing golf from a golf cart. Ithink he spent more time at the clubhouse than on the course. Hewas losing some of his hair and the sun hadn’t browned his skinin a long time. Mom was a good-looking suburban housewife. She didn’t look likea movie star but she could still turn heads when she was dressedup. Her hair was auburn, cut shoulder length and pulled backfrom her ears. She had a pleasant soft face with light browneyes. When she smiled her whole face lit up. She wasn’t a bigwoman, probably a little over five feet tall. She didn’t wear alot of jewelry. She usually had only her wedding ring and a pairof earrings. Her breasts were probably average size. Theylooked good in her clothes but she definitely wasn’t top heavy. Her waist was trim. She hadn’t followed Dad into his excess withfood. Her ass and legs were a big asset. She had a nice flairto her hips and her ass looked tight in her clothes. She woredresses and skirts to her volunteer job as director of the foodbank. Most of her skirts were mid-calf, showing a pair ofstraight, well-formed legs. Her habit of wearing heels made themost of her legs. In short, she was a woman I was proud to beseen with.The people my parents were closest to were my aunt and uncle. Uncle Chris worked for the same defense firm as my dad and hadbought a house in our subdivision. Aunt Pam was my Mom’s sister.When my adventure started Aunt Pam was thirty-five and Mom wasthirty-six. Aunt Pam was a slightly larger version of my Mom. She had been blessed with the tits in the family. They wereimpressive when Aunt Pam wore a low cut top. She was a littletaller and a little heavier than Mom. Altogether a strikingwoman, though I thought Mom was prettier. Aunt Pam and UncleChris went to church with my parents on Sunday and were frequentvisitors. Uncle Chris had to travel out of town a lot with hisjob and Aunt Pam always stayed in our guest room when he wasgone. They were both cheerful and good company.That fateful Sunday I woke tired. I’d had a date with CarolBeesely on Saturday night. We had gone to a movie, then playedaround in the back seat of my car until much too late. I managedto get into the big house without waking anyone early Sundaymorning. I met my parents in the dining room that morning andbegged off going to church, claiming a sinus headache. I didsuffer from headaches when the pollen count was high so I didn’tget much static from the parents. Aunt Pam and Uncle Cris weredriving that morning and soon showed up, leaving me alone in thehouse.I drank some coffee and began to come alive. I took a shower inmy own bathroom attached to my large bedroom and study area. After getting dressed I started wandering the house. I didn’tdare go out anywhere or my cover story to avoid church would havebeen blown. There was nothing on TV I wanted to watch and myhomework was all done for the weekend. I was poking around forsomething to do when for some reason I entered my parent’sbedroom. That was something I never did. I didn’t go in theirroom and they didn’t come in mine. It was just a respect forprivacy, but I broke it out of boredom. Their room was full of the smells of Mom’s perfume and lotions. The feminine smell made me kind of horny, even after theacrobatics in the car the night before. I wondered if Mom hadany sexy underwear or nighties so I started going through dresserdrawers, being careful to put things back exactly as I foundthem. What I was doing was kind of scary and exciting. Therewas no rush as they always went to lunch after church servicesand didn’t get home until two or three in the afternoon. I feltlike a CIA spy-examining dressers for contraband.I opened one dresser and almost closed it back because it wasobviously my Dad’s. It was filled with boxer shorts. Just as Iwas to push it closed I saw a cardboard box at the back. Ipulled it out; never thinking it would change my life. I was in shock when I lifted the lid on the box. It was filledwith photographs. The one on top was staring up at me. It wasmy Mom! Not a snapshot at a picnic. Mom was on her knees. Shewas naked! Dad was standing behind her pulling her arms back soher breasts stood out. I just stared with my mouth open. I’lladmit I had wondered what Mom would look like naked, but nevergot the chance to see her that way before. She looked betterthan my imagination had made her. Her body was trim, without anyfat. Slim waist, as I had known. Nice flare to her hips. Istared at her tits. They were magnificent. Not huge, but nice.No sag to them. Her pink nipples were standing at attention. Her knees were pressed together so I couldn’t see her pussy butit was obvious there was no hair between her legs. Dad wasn’t asimpressive in the picture. He was naked as well. His body wasfish belly white. Sunken chest. Protruding stomach. Skinnylegs. Not something you would ever see in a porn magazine. Hisdick was standing out hard, but even hard it looked smaller thanmine soft. I guess I got my dick from Mom’s side of the family.Mine was a source of admiration in the boy’s locker room atschool. In the picture Dad had a silly grin on his face.Then I was struck by Mom’s face. It took me a while to getthere. I was checking her body closely first. Her face was notwhat I expected. Her head was drooped forward. She had a sad,humiliated expression. Looking closely I could see twin trailsof tears on her cheeks. My Mom, the head of my family was nakedand humiliated before my eyes. My cock grew stiff at thesight.I sat down on my parent’s bed and started taking the otherpictures out of the box. The next one was Aunt Pam. She hadnicely trimmed hair on her pussy and a little mole on her rightbreast. She was on her back, knees up and feet spread apart. Inthis position her labia were standing slightly apart giving me asmall view of the delights inside. Her tits were big enough thatthey moved a little to the sides in that position. Her areolaswere large and dark, surrounding large nipples. I noticed thatin this photo her nipples were not standing up with excitement.Her head was turned to the side and she had the same painedexpression as my Mom had in the first photo. I continued to flip through the pictures. They were a teenager’swet dream. There were pictures of the two women closest to medisplayed in all kinds of lewd poses. On their alia─ča escort knees frombehind, on their backs with their legs spread, some by themselvesand some posed together. I pulled one out of the stack that wasthe last straw. I looked at it and shot off in my pants. It wasMom standing with her feet apart. Aunt Pam was reaching aroundher from behind and twisting Mom’s nipples. Mom had her handbetween her legs and I could see two fingers pushed into herpussy. She had the same shamed expression on her face. I lovedit! Rummaging deeper I came out with a group of pictures secured by arubber band. I removed it and started shuffling through thepictures. Holy Shit! They were pictures of Mom and Aunt Pam. Together. Naked. In some they were kissing. In all they werefeeling one another up. Fingering one another’s pussies. Usingdildos on one another. Then the one that made me mess my jeansonce again. Aunt Pam was on her back with a pillow propped underher ass. Mom was kneeling between her sister’s legs eating herpussy. There was a dildo stuffed in Mom’s cunt. There weremore. Aunt Pam eating Mom. More pictures of Mom with her facein Aunt Pam’s pussy. Several pictures were of the two in asixty-nine position eating one another. Another group in a rubber band were all of Dad. Several showedhim fucking Aunt Pam. Fucking Mom. Fingering them. Usingdildos. One I especially liked showed Dad pushing a largecucumber in Aunt Pam’s cunt. Her eyes were scrunched shut andher mouth open. I could almost hear her screams as the hugeinvader penetrated her. Suddenly I heard noises from downstairs. Shit! I hurriedlyshoved the pictures back in the box and the box back in thedrawer. I ran to my room and shut the door. When Mom came tocheck on me I was in the shower again. I told her through thedoor that I was feeling better and she went back downstairs.Mom rented a movie for us to watch that night. It was someromantic comedy. It was torture for me. I tried to watch themovie, but kept sneaking looks at my mother. I was no longerseeing the matriarch of the family. The pictures were burned inmy brain. When she shifted on her chair showing a little leg Isaw her in my mind’s eye naked with her legs spread and hershaved pussy exposed to me. Instead of my mother in a blouse andskirt I saw her tits with the nipples standing out and red. Whenshe went to the kitchen to bring refreshments I could see her onher knees with her fine naked ass pointing to the camera. Iwatched her lift her drink to her mouth and I saw her lipspressed to her sister’s cunt. When I looked in her eyes I couldsee the sad, embarrassed, humiliated expression and the tearsrunning down her cheeks. I almost lost it in my pants again.Finally I willed my boner to go down long enough to excuse myselfand return to my room where I sat and thought over all I haddiscovered this day. I tried to get the horny images from mymind so I could think clearly. I started to sort things out. Ifirst realized that Uncle Chris wasn’t involved in whatever itwas. He wasn’t in any of the pictures. It could only be thethree of them because none of the pictures had more than two ofthem posed at a time. The third had to be taking the pictures. Dad looked evilly happy in all the photos. Mom and Aunt Pamlooked distressed. I thought I could assume that the two womenwere not willing participants. Dad had some kind of hold onthem. What could it be? How could I find out? How could I turnit to my advantage? Because one thing was sure, I wanted to havemy mother and my aunt like Dad did. No, I wanted more of themthan Dad had. All the pictures of him were straight fucking. Iwanted more than that. Much more. I wanted to have them. Iwanted to push them as far as they could be pushed. I wantedthem to perform for me. I wanted the sad looks and trails oftears to be for me as I put them through their paces, not for myfather.I lay on my bed trying to figure out how I could find theirsecret. After what seemed like hours it came to me suddenly. Ofcourse! I would ask them. I would ask them in such a way thatthey would have to tell me. After that it was simple. Juststart putting the steps together.I had a hard time concentrating in school the next day. Planskept running through my mind and I would have to examine them forflaws. By the end of the school day I was sure of the firststep.I drove home after school. Entering the house I found Mom in thekitchen. She turned to me for the kiss I always gave her. Thistime was a little different. It was time to start pushing theenvelope. I wrapped my arms around her and dropped my hands tothe cheeks of her ass. I pulled her groin into mine. I planted mylips on hers rather than her cheek. No tongue, but a pretty goodkiss anyway. I suddenly released Mom and gave her a grin. “I’ve got to run an errand Mom. I’ll be back for dinner”. Mom stood with a dazed look and red face, unable to speak. I ranupstairs. I grabbed a large manila envelope from my desk andhurried to my parent’s bedroom. Looking around to see that thecoast was clear I dodged into the room. I went straight to thedrawer I wanted. I took the lid off the box and dumped thecontents into my envelope, then replaced the box where I foundit. I crept back out. I rushed downstairs and yelled goodbye toMom as I went out the door. I didn’t hear her reply.I arrived at the bank in plenty of time. I kept a saving accountthere where I deposited birthday and Christmas cash gifts. I’dbeen doing it since I was small and had a pretty impressivebalance. Renting a safe deposit box was no problem. Alone inthe little room I transferred the pictures to my box. Icarefully selected the ones I wanted to keep out. One was apicture of my Dad penetrating Mom with a dildo. One showed Dadon top of Aunt Pam with his cock in her. She didn’t look as ifshe were responding. She was just lying there with her legs flaton the bed and her arms at her side. One was a picture of Momand Aunt Pam eating one another. In one Dad was jacking off onAunt Pam’s breasts while she looked disgusted. That should do it.I arrived back home to find Mom and Dad having a cocktailtogether in the den. Dad had his coat and tie off. Mom waswearing a simple black skirt and silk blouse. The skirt stoppedmid-point on her calves. She was wearing a pair of pearlearrings. She looked good enough to eat. “Hey Dad. Hey Mom.” I strode to Mom and put my arms around her again. She tried tostruggle, but I was too strong. This time I pulled her to mewith one hand on her ass and pushed my other hand between us tograsp her breast. Her tit felt warm and soft. I pressed my lipsto hers and forced my tongue into her mouth. My cock sprang toattention. I heard my Dad bellow, then felt his hand pulling on my shoulderto get me away from Mom. I spun around and shoved my hand intohis chest. He fell back into the easy chair behind him.”James what the hell are you doing”, he shouted. Mom just stoodwhite faced staring at me. “If you can do it to Aunt Pam, I can do it to Mom.” I drew thepictures from my shirt pocket and dropped them in front of Momand Dad. Dad, red faced with anger and embarrassment, started tospeak. I told him to shut up, fury in my face. Dad sputteredhimself quiet. I turned to my dear mother. “Okay, Mom. Tell me all about thesepictures. Don’t even think about lying. I want to knoweverything”………..JENNIFER EXPLAINS:My knees went limp at the sound of my sons voice or rather thetone of it. I could still taste his saliva in my mouth as hisdemand hit home. James stood there glaring at me waiting for anexplanation and briefly I wondered escort alia─ča why I had to explain. Turningquickly to his father I could see why. The worm was cowering andsniveling like a baby looking up at his strapping son with fearin his beady eyes. I hated that man for having made me do thatsick porn and now I despised the weakling for not standing up toour son.I was mortified and totally uncomfortable in front of my own son.In the blink of an eye circumstances had changed dramatically inour home. Suddenly it felt as if James was in control of thefamily and I found it hard to look in his eyes knowing thatsurely he was imagining me naked engaged in filthy acts with myown sister. How could he ever respect me again after seeing mywomanhood shaved bare and spread obscenely with all manner ofobjects? I felt beads of sweat breaking out along my body. A cooltrail of perspiration ran down the hollow of my back and I couldfeel it dampening the now regrown thick nest of my womanhood andbetween my breasts. A crazy thought flashed by as I wondered whathe had thought of them. Were they too small for his liking? Ishook the insane question from my head wondering why on earth Ieven cared if he approved of my breasts and just as quickly Ifound my mind asking if he liked my legs. Did he like my pussyshaved? How did I rate compared to all the young girls he musthave conquered?”Well Mom?” He hissed, “I haven’t got all day. Tell me how youwent from being my loving PTA mom and church going wife to a pornstar slut!”The word ripped into me like a knife. My own baby boy had justcalled me a slut and somehow I knew he was right. I couldn’targue and his father would never come to my rescue.”Look at me mom and tell me NOW!” he commanded. Slowly my eyesmoved from staring at my feet and in my mind my suddenly lewdlydisplayed toes, to James’ shoes. Timidly my eyes followed up thewell-muscled hairy legs of my boy and when they passed over hiscrotch I actually felt a lump in my throat and my mouth go dry.For whatever reason, fear I assumed, I saw the ungodly heavylooking bulge of his sex under his shorts. I knew I had seenJames pass me by a million times yet I realized that never beforehad I noticed how fearsomely endowed he actually was. Quickly Ipassed over his broad chest and looked at his face. I found it hard to look in his eyes knowing I was now aslut in his mind. He smirked and glanced briefly at my chest andI felt ashamed and helpless with the realization that he knewexactly what my little nipples looked like naked and I felt thembetray me and actually harden before his gaze. I cursed my Godfor this and wondered why they could possibly be excited as therest of me was scared to death.”Did he make you whore yourself mother?” He was pointing towardthe man cringing in the chair. Now I was a whore as well as aslut. I shook my head up and down affirming that he made me awhore/slut and James took a step closer. My eyes wanted to lookat the fearsome lump in his pants and thankfully my mind held meback. The thought passed as I quickly wondered if he would kissme with his tongue again and I almost wanted him to. I almostwanted him to punish his father and humiliate him. To show himwho really was the man in this house.His eyes were stern as he leered at me with disdain and I couldnot fathom the change in him. I didn’t know what to do with myhands. I wanted to hug him as I used to do but I was afraid hewould be revolted at my touch. James spoke again softly yetconfident.”Why did he make you do this? Tell me why he degraded you. Itwas his idea to have you and Aunt Pam fuck each other with strapon cocks wasn’t it mom? Well don’t be too ashamed. I can almostunderstand why now that I have seen what a boy you married.Truthfully I never knew dads cock was so patheticallyinadequate.”Again I nodded and it was not lost on me that his father was nowdemoted to simply ‘he, or him’. The man I married, James’ fatherwas now a pronoun and strangely I felt joy in that. Sweat randown my chest and over the small swell of my tummy and it made animage of my pregnant belly flicker by. The man who was standingbefore me had come from that preggo stomach and I hoped his irewould stay directed at ‘him’. Now I had to reinforce the reasonswhy it should be. I hated to think that James was capable ofcruelty. Certainly he wouldn’t punish me for my sins I hoped, yetI thought maybe I deserved to be punished. I was a slut after all. James had told me that and it was true.James sat down on a chair and casually spread his legs andwaited. My eyes briefly glanced toward his lap and my heartstopped when I saw a portion of one of his testicles exposed fromhis shorts. I could see enough to know it was the size of an eggand had to contain at least an ounce of sperm. My own son had ahorsecock and now I had to fight my curiosity with all my willpower to not stare at his sex. I had borne a god!Slowly and painfully I told my story and confessed my sins. Iexplained to James how his father was on the verge of beingdemoted and possibly fired and James seemed to take joy in thefact that his father was not only a wimp but a worthless provideras well. James listened intently as I told of an experimentalgirl/girl experience with his Aunt when I was young and of how Itrustingly admitted that to his dad long ago and had even shownhim a Polaroid. It was a crummy picture we had managed to takewith a timer of Pam and I eating each other when we were in gradeschool but there was no doubt who we were in the grainy image.When I got to the part about his father showing that errantpicture to his boss James slowly spread his husky legs a bitmore. My eyes betrayed me briefly and now I could see hiscomplete left ball hanging heavily on the chair. He smirked againand I found myself strangely wondering how his foreskin looked. Iwondered if it was long and rubbery lamenting again his dadscircumcised insect dick. My latent love and craving of foreskinflitted in my head. I knew his father could see his goat likeball hanging out as well and I wondered if he also was trying toimagine just how much semen it could ferment as his load slowlycooked and thickened. James acted as if he had no idea he wasexposing his magnificent scrotum to my greedy, curious longinggaze. I found myself strangely excited at the prospect of beingso vulnerable and in fact at the mercy of my boy. Again I foughtmy demons still confused as to what my feeling were and looked inhis eyes.Tears were running freely down my soft cheeks and I knew myeyeliner was a mess. I must have looked even sluttier as I toldhim how Mr. Saunders offered dad a deal. It was simple andneither of us had a choice. We needed money I explained. Moneyfor him for school and sports and clothes and the mortgage and amillion other things. James only nodded knowingly as I outlinedwhat we had to do, or rather what Pammy and I had to do. It wasobvious from the pictures that his dad seemed to enjoy ourhumiliation immensely.I took a deep breath and wiped my tears with my arm and preparedto beg forgiveness. I would have crawled to him and kissed his feet bythis point. How could I go on with my own flesh and blood staringas if I were naked from now on? It was bad enough he thought ofme as a slut and a whore but to know he actually saw pictures ofmy vagina and butt hole up close and even inside in lurid detailwas too much to bear. I felt myself shiver with a foreign senseof fear and excitement knowing that James had seen inside thevery birth canal he had emerged from. i****t was the word thathaunted me alia─ča escort bayan suddenly.”So that’s it James. That is the truth…all of it. Mr. Saundershad the picture he gave him.” I nodded toward his father as I toorealized I was addressing him as if he was not here. “Mr.Saunders told him that if he could get me and Aunt Pam to degradeourselves on camera that he would not only keep his job but thepicture would not find it’s way to the collection basket atChurch.” James stood up and walked toward me. He shot his father a hatefullook and I hoped against hope he would just hug me, forgive me,say he understood and respected me. I was crying openly now as Igazed with love up in my son’s eyes. I remember my slenderfingers nervously playing with my wedding band for want ofsomething, anything to do to keep them from trembling. A momentpassed as he looked down at me and finally I tearfully blurted: “James, my darling son. What can I say or do? How can I make youforgive me?”I felt a surge of relief as he smiled and softly brushed a tearfrom my cheek. I waited for his blessing.”You can start by taking that off” he ordered. I saw where he waslooking. It couldn’t be. “Huh? This? Ta….take this off?”, Iasked, praying I was mistaken. I was sure he wanted me toundress. My right hand trembled as it went toward the top buttonof my silk blouse. I heard him shout.”Not your clothes mother. Not yet. Don’t act like you didn’t knowwhat I was talking about.” He sneered and nodded his head at myleft hand. “Take that off. Take off that wedding band and give itto me now.” I strained to keep my bladder in check.JAMES -WHAT TO DO NOW?I stood staring down at my dear mother as she worked her weddingring off her finger and handed it to me. I wanted that symbolthat Dad wasn’t in control any longer. Mom handed me the ringand I walked to the door and flung it out over the yard. I returned to the den and sat in a chair while Mom and Dad waitedsilently to see what my reaction was going to be. I wasn’treally thinking about the pictures or the situation. I hadalready figured out most of what Mom had told me. What I wasthinking about was the best way to turn all this to my advantage.After a while I had a plan worked out that I thought had a goodchance of success.”Dad, you really fucked up. You and your boss both fucked up. You really fucked up when you put yourself in the pictures. If Igive those pictures to the security office where you work you andyour boss will both lose your security clearances and your jobs.Without a clearance you won’t get another job in the industry. Do you want me to do that?””No son, please don’t do anything like that.””Don’t call me son, you asshole. Call me sir. Now what are youwilling to do get me to destroy the pictures?””I’ll do anything you say, son. I’m sorry. I mean sir.””Mom, how about you. If I spread those pictures around you’ll bepenniless and your reputation ruined. Grandma and Grandpa willhate you. The church won’t have anything to do with you. UncleChris will divorce Aunt Pam. Your sorry assed husband will be outof a job. You’ll have to leave town with nothing. What will youdo to have me destroy them, Mom?”I sat patiently while Mom sobbed in her hands. Finally sheraised her tear stained face to look at me. “What do I have todo to make up for this James?””You have to do whatever I tell you Mom. Are you willing to dothat?””I…..I don’t know what you mean. I….I…guess so.””Okay, here’s what you will do. Dad, you were willing to whoreMom and Aunt Pam. Mom, you were willing to let him do it. Youlet yourself be debased for money. You both need to be punishedfor what you’ve done and then we can forget it and go on with ourlives. Don’t say a word until I’m finished and then just tell meyes or no. If it’s yes the pictures will be destroyed tomorrow.If it’s no copies will be sent to everyone I think should seethem. Here’s your punishment. You whored for Mr. Saunders withyour pictures. Tonight you’re going to whore for me with yourbody. I’m going to fuck you Mom. I’m going to fuck you any wayI want for as long as I want. I don’t care if you like it, butyou’ll pretend that you do. You won’t just lie there like yoursister did when that slime had his cock in her. You’ll make themoves and you’ll make the noises like you love it. Your slime ofa husband likes to take pictures, so he can get the movie cameraand film you committing i****t with your son. Then tomorrownight we’ll all sit in front of the TV and I’ll let you watchwhat a whore you’ve become. If you do it right we’ll destroy thefilm and the pictures afterward. If you don’t do a good job youcan keep doing it over until you get it right. So you’d bettertry your best the first time so you only have one more day ofthis. That’s it. Yes or no?” Freedom or ruin?”Dad’s face was white and his lips trembling as he looked up atme. He meekly nodded his head.Mom was speechless. Her eyes were big and her mouth open. Finally she swallowed. “James, you can’t mean………Ican’t……..””Mom, this isn’t a discussion. Yes or no. It’s your choice. Your ass for the life you have. Which will it be?”The tears flowed again. “You promise you will destroy everythingafter we have to watch the film?””Mom, I said this isn’t a discussion. Yes or no.””All….all…..Oh God…..all right, I’ll do it.”I sat back in my chair, triumph flowing through me. It was hardto believe this was really working. I was going to fuck mygorgeous mother! My father was going to film it for me!”Dad, go get the movie camera and bring it to Mom’s bedroom. Bring the tripod too. By the way, you won’t be sleeping thereany longer. You’ll be in the guest room. Mother, go to yourroom. Get rid of your panty hose – I hate those things. Whileyou’re at it you can shave your cunt again. I want to be able tosee your cunt lips stretch around my cock. I’ll be up in alittle while. No talk. Move.”Dad slunk from the den, his chin down to his chest. Mom startedto leave when I saw her shoulders shaking with her grief. Icalled her to come to me. I pulled her into my arms and kissedher tears away. I kissed her softly on the lips. I whispered toher that it was going to be okay. I told her I was sorry but Ihad to do this to teach Dad a lesson. I told her I wouldn’t hurther and she only had to go along this once and the nightmarewould be over. No one would ever take advantage of her like thatagain. The pictures would be gone and she would be free. Momstarted to relax. Her arms wrapped around my neck and sheburrowed against me. I let my hands roam to her tight ass again.This time she didn’t try to stop me. I kissed her softly again,my tongue probing in her mouth. Her tongue came to meet mine andshe moaned softly. I let my hands move to squeeze her breastsand run between her legs to feel her pussy through her clothes. Mom continued to press against me still moaning quietly. FinallyI took her shoulders and gently moved her away from me.I spoke softy. “Mom, I’m going to be hard on you tonight. Ihave to be to teach Dad a lesson. He’s got to be broken so hewon’t bother you any more. He’s got to see what he’s done toyou. I’m going to treat you like a whore and talk to you like awhore. Then after tomorrow you’ll be my sweet Mom again. Okay?””I know you know what’s best James. I’ll do whatever you want meto. I’ll try to make it good for you honey.””Okay, Mom. Now go shave that beautiful pussy for me.””Yes dear.”Mom left the room almost happily. I sank back in my chair togive them some time. I thought this must be a dream. It’s justtoo easy. Yesterday I had an uptight mother. Today I’ve got aslut that’s putty in my hands. Mom and Dad are just too stupidfor words. Especially Mom. A few kind words and she melted. Boy is she in for a surprise. This will be a night she won’tever forget.END OF CHAPTER 1

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