My Mother, My Whore by Incest-mother/son
My Mother, My Whore
Part 1 - The Seduction of My Mother
My fascination with my hot, sexy, voluptuous, very attractive, hot-bodied, leggy and busty mother began when I was around fourteen years old. That's when I started to view her as a sex object and not as my mother. All my many masturbation sessions were fueled by lewd thoughts of my mother running wild in my head. Lewd thoughts I knew I shouldn't be thinking, but was unable to control.
I guess that's when my obsession with my mother began. An obsession, that three years later, would lead me to formulate a plan to seduce my mother into fucking for her own son. I was at the point of no return, I had to try. I was willing to suffer whatever consequences occurred. I didn't want to go through life regretting not at least attempting a pass at my mother and wondering what would have happened.
The following is my story.
At the age of seventeen, my lust for my mother became uncontrollable. Watching her hot body move about the house was driving me crazy.
My mother has a body built like a brick shithouse; a body made for fucking.
She stands 5'6," 140 pounds (solid not fat), bushy (permed) jet black hair, full sensuous pouty lips, a great ass, killer legs and measures out at an eye popping, mouth watering, 40c-28-38.
It was June, right after school had let out for summer break, that I set my seduction plan into motion. I figured that this was the best time, because I could be alone around my mother most of the day, while my father was at work.
My father was one of the reasons, that I even decided to try this plan in the first place. He had received a big promotion at work, about five years earlier, and ever since that time he became a workaholic. He would leave at 7:00am and not return home until 7:30pm, sometimes later, and would go into the office on Saturdays, too. Then on Sundays, he would just lounge around the house and relax, as he was totally exhausted from working all week; not that I blamed him for that.
Of course, this meant that my mother rarely went out, except for family functions, weddings, or the like. I could see that this was having an effect on my mother. She basically had given up on herself and was resigned to the fact that this was the way it was going to be for the rest of her life. She still had her knockout looks intact, but around the house she never put on any makeup and was always dressed in frumpy clothes (house dresses, sweats, etc.). She figured she wasn't going anywhere, except to the store, so why dress up; not that my mother dressed sexily anyway. My mother was your normal, average, everyday wife and mother, who was totally faithful to my father. Even when she went out to functions, she dressed conservatively, wearing dresses just at knee level, or slightly above, and would never reveal any of her ample cleavage. She never wore tight form fitting dresses or outfits and her bathing suits were all one-piece. But even dressed this way, she still looked sexy as hell and turned heads wherever she went.
I figured if I ever had a chance with her, the time was now. I knew she was vulnerable, but I didn't care. I was going to take advantage of any weakness she may have had to accomplish my goal. I had often hoped to come home early from school and catch her in bed with another man, so I could use that against her. But that never happened, as I told you previously, she was totally faithful to my father. But I hoped to change all of that.
So I came up with a plan that would either blow up in my face or get my mother thinking in a whole new way.
My plan involved the use of forum type incest books, that contained letters and stories from actual persons involved in all kinds of incestuous affairs. The titles of these books were "Family Secrets" and "Family Letters". I had been buying them on newsstands for the past six months, and had twelve of them. Luckily, I looked older than 17, and the guy at the newsstand never asked me for proof of age. I had kept them locked up in a sports bag inside my closet, but it was now time to bring them out and make my mother 'accidentally' find them, then wait for her reaction or explosion.
When my mother did my laundry, she would always put my underwear and socks away for me, in my dresser drawer. So what I did was place four books all the way in the back of that drawer, and position them in such a way, that I would know if they had been moved or not. Then I took one book and placed it underneath my underwear, right in the middle of the drawer, cover side up. I then slightly parted the underwear, so the book and its title would be visible when the drawer was opened. To check that out, I opened and reopened the drawer several times and every time the book was staring me in the face. Then I placed the other books in the back of a couple of different drawers, also positioned in a way so I would know if my mother had found them or not.
My plan was all set, now all I had to do was wait for laundry day.
That day arrived two days later. I was eating breakfast and my mother asked if I had any more dirty laundry besides what was in the hamper. I told her I didn't, then quickly finished my breakfast, hurriedly dressed, and told my mother I was going to the park and would be back for lunch about 12:30pm.
As I arrived back home a little after 12:30pm, I don't have to tell you my heart was beating a mile a minute and I was as nervous as hell. I had no idea what fate awaited me when I opened the door to walk inside.
After entering the house, I walked into the kitchen and said hello to my mother. She answered me in a very low tone and didn't even look up at me when she said that. That was a far cry from her normal demeanor, as she was always very jovial with me and upbeat. I told her I'd be right down for lunch and went upstairs to my room, and checked the drawer. My mother had placed fresh underwear in there and then I discovered something else too; the books in the middle and the back of the drawer had been moved, as had the books I had placed in the other drawers.
Well, my mother had definitely found the books, but did she read them?
When I went downstairs for lunch, my mother was very quiet, but didn't say anything about the books to me. For the rest of the afternoon, I was on pins and needles, wondering what was going through my mother's mind. Then I started thinking, maybe she was going to tell my father when he got home and make him speak to me. Well, my father got home that night, ate his dinner and everything was normal as usual. Not one word was mentioned about the books from either my mother or father.
Could it be that my mother didn't tell my father? I was now mystified, what was my mother thinking?
The next day my mother was still very quiet with me, I went out again, came back for lunch and again found the books moved. My mother was reading the books.
That scenario was repeated for the next week and a half. My mother hadn't told my father, didn't talk about or mention the books to me, was still being quiet with me and was reading the books every time I went out.
Then my mother started to come out of her shell with me. She began talking more to me and joking around as she usually did, but still no mention of the books.
In the days following, I noticed a very subtle change in my mother. She had started wearing a little makeup and doing her hair up again. I don't think she realized that I noticed, but I did.
The following week held more surprises, as my mother's frumpy house clothes were replaced by jeans, shorts and T-shirts. She also was putting her makeup on a bit heavier.
Noticing this change, I realized that the books were having a definite effect on her. I made sure to give her ample time to continue reading the books but also started spending a little more time at home during the day.
The next week, my mother's jeans, shorts and T-shirts became tight jeans, tight shorts and tight T-shirts. The T-shirts had to be at least a size smaller, as my mother's big juicy tits were sticking out from them like a sore thumb. I had never seen my mother wear anything like that before. Also, she had put a much heavier coat of makeup on, including putting lip-gloss over her full sensuous pouty lips. She was looking outrageous. But still no mention of the books me.
But there was something I did take notice of that week. She was going out of her way to give me good looks at her body, like walking in the living room and moving an ashtray from one side of the coffee table to the other, then walking out again.
But the biggest thing I noticed was that my mother would always go upstairs at around 5:00pm, take off her makeup and put on her frumpy clothes, before my father got home. Then on that weekend, when my father was home, she didn't put any makeup on and stayed in her frumpy clothes. I couldn't believe it, my mother was dressing up for me.
What I couldn't understand was that if my mother was interested, why hadn't she mentioned the books to me. Maybe she was embarrassed? Maybe she wanted me to make a move on her?
Then it hit me. The books contained stories about mother/son; father/daughter; aunt/nephew; brother/sister; cousin/cousin, etc. Maybe my mother thought that I was buying the books, because I was fantasizing about a cousin or an aunt, and not her at all. It was now time to let my mother know, that it was her that I desired. I made up my mind that the first opportunity that I had the following week, I was going to make my move on her.
Well, that opportunity arrived that Monday morning. I came down for breakfast and found my mother dressed in a very tight knit blouse, tight shorts and a pair of high heels and she was made up to the hilt. Her hair was all teased up and she had on a real heavy coat of makeup. But what really caught my eye was her blouse, as my mother had no bra on and her hard nipples were sticking out of the material very noticeably. As I sat down at the kitchen table, my mother asked, "What would you like to eat for breakfast."
Realizing that this was my opportunity, without hesitation, I replied, "How about you."
I said, "Yeah Mom, I'd like to eat you. Would you like me to eat you out?"
With that I got up from the table, went over to my mother, stood right in front of her and told her that I knew she was reading the books and judging by the way she was dressed, that she was really enjoying them.
My mother's jaw dropped and her mouth was wide open in shock. She then asked me how I knew and when I told her, she started smiling and said, "Why you son of a bitch, you set me up." She then playfully hit me on the arm.
I asked my mother how she liked the books and she told me that they were very powerful stories and really got her to thinking. I asked her if they turned her on and she told me very much so. She added that she had never thought about those things before, but it seemed like a lot of people were doing it and enjoying it.
I told her that it did seem like fun, didn't it.
She just smiled.
I said, "Mom, would you like to have some fun like that with me."
Again she just smiled.
I said, "Mom, I've fantasized about you for a long time. You've got the hottest body I've ever seen in my life. I wanna suck your big juicy tits and eat your pussy out. I wanna go to bed with you. Mom, I wanna fuck you. Come on Mom, let's fuck."
My mother, extremely surprised by my frank language, just said, "Oh my God!"
I then said, "What about you Mom? Do you wanna fuck me, too? Don't be afraid or embarrassed to admit it, I don't want you to say "no," I want you to say "yes". Remember, I started this whole thing, it's my idea. I know the books turned you on, because I can see the way you've been dressing for me lately. What about it Mom, do you wanna fuck?" My mother looked up at me and very softly said, "Well, yes. I don't know if I can really go through with it, but I'd like to try, and I'm very turned on by all of this."
With that I embraced my mother and began kissing her softly on the lips and she reciprocated. Pretty soon the pace had picked up and my mother and I were tongue kissing hotly.
As our tongues darted in and out of each other's mouths, I reached around and began caressing my mother's ass. My mother began moaning softly. Within minutes our bodies were grinding against one another very passionately and I reached up and under my mother's blouse and began squeezing her tits and then I tried to take her blouse off. My mother stopped me and said we should go into the living room.
Once inside, we got on the couch and I pulled my mother's blouse up, over her head and off. There before my eyes, for the first time, were my mother's luscious, naked, big silver dollar nippled forty-inch tits; what a sight to behold. They were awesome.
I then began sucking, licking, biting, and squeezing my mother's tits, as my mother squealed in delight. Shortly after, as I continued playing with her tits, I unbuttoned my mother's shorts and reached my hand down inside and began fingering and rubbing up my mother's pussy. My mother was beside herself by now, bucking up and down wildly on the couch and squealing loudly.
It didn't take long to get my mother off and I came right inside my pants, having never taken them off.
After we calmed down a bit, my mother said she wanted to talk to me. I started thinking to myself, that she didn't want to do anymore and was having second thoughts. But it was nothing like that.
Basically, the conversation was how much she needed what we were going to do together, how piss poor her sex life was with my father and that now I was going to be her main man in bed. She said she wanted to experience and try everything with me, just like the mothers and sons in the stories. She also added that no one must ever know and we must keep it our secret.
Of course I agreed and with that my mother said to me the words I only dreamed about ever hearing from her lips.
"Okay let's go upstairs and go to bed."
I had seduced my mother, without uttering a word. I had let the books do the talking for me and let my mother make up her own mind, at her own pace. Luckily, she went for it and didn't freak out on me. The great thing about using the books was that even if she had freaked out, I always could have told her that I was attracted to a female cousin and she never would have known about my attraction to her.
As soon as we got to my bedroom, I shut the door and now me and my mother were in our own little world, our own little incestuous world.
We immediately began tongue kissing and groping each other very passionately. Before long, pieces of each other's clothing were coming off one by one, until we were both totally naked. Standing there looking at my mother's luscious body, with her big juicy tits sticking out in all their naked glory was too much for me to imagine. And with me standing in front of my mother, with a raging erection, was equally unimaginable. I told my mother how sexy and hot her body was and she returned the compliment, by telling me what a nice hard cock I had.
Without me saying another word, the next thing I knew my mother was down on her knees in front of me, and began sucking and licking my cock and balls. Watching my cock going in and out of my mother's mouth was almost surrealistic. I almost couldn't believe that it was actually happening. As my mother continued slurping on my cock, needless to say, it didn't take me long until she drained a hot load of my cum, which she made me shoot all over her big 40-inch tits. She then began rubbing my cum all over her tits with her hands and then lewdly licked her hands clean. She then remarked how much she liked the taste of my cum and next time she was going to swallow my whole load.
It was now my mother's turn to be serviced. She got up off her knees, we laid down on the bed and I went to town on my mother's body. I began sucking, licking and biting her tits and nipples, as my mother moaned and groaned in delight. I then went down and spread her legs apart and began eating her pussy out and finger fucking her wet cunt. My mother was beside herself, bucking up and down on the bed wildly and shrieking loudly, until she exploded into an ear splitting orgasm, cumming like a geyser. My mother told me she had never cum like that in her life. I told her she better be prepared to cum like that more often and she told me she could hardly wait.
It was now time to fuck my mother for the very first time.
I told my mother I was gonna fuck her and then mounted her in the missionary position. I slid my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy and started to furiously fuck my gorgeous, sexy mother. It was the most incredible feeling I ever had in my life, finally realizing and living out my fantasy, of fucking my own mother.
As I pounded her pussy, my mother was yelping and squealing loudly, and started to respond to my fuck, with movements of her own. She wrapped her legs around me, with her two feet pressed against the small of my back, and began meeting my thrusts, with thrusts of her own. We continued our lewd fuck, as the sounds of our bodies slamming together and my balls slapping against her ass, filled the air.
I looked at my mother's face, etched in sheer ecstasy, and cried out to her, "Mom, Oh Mom, we're fucking, we're fucking baby!!!!!!!" My mother replied, "Oh yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me!!!!!"
It didn't take long for me to cum and when I pulled out, I shot my load all over my mother's belly and tits. Again my mother rubbed my cum in with her hands, and again licked them clean, telling me she was going to swallow a full load eventually.
We calmed down a bit, and as we were holding and caressing each other, my cock started to rise again and my mother, feeling it against her body, said it looked like it was a good time to go down and get herself a mouthful of cum. She then slithered down my body and proceeded to suck me off, until I gave her what she wanted, a load of my hot sticky cum right down her hot cocksucking throat. She licked her lips and my cock clean, with her tongue, and came up smiling saying, "Umm, that was good, I think I'm gonna enjoy this."
The rest of the day was one big fuckfest, as my cock was constantly hard, and me and my mother fucked and sucked, like two kids who'd just gotten new toys. We fucked in different positions, standing up, doggie style and my mother rode my cock like a bucking bronco, swinging her arms above her head, as her huge tits were bouncing all around wildly.
At the end of the afternoon, as we were straightening up and airing out my room, (as the room reeked of the smell of sex), I asked my mother where she got the tight blouse she had on in the morning. She told me she got it from some boxes of old clothes, that were in the attic, which were too small for her to wear now. When I asked her how many boxes there were, she told me three. I asked if there were any skirts in the boxes and she said there were. I then suggested that in the morning, we bring the boxes down, pick out some clothes and make some slutty outfits out of them, by cutting the blouses to be really low-cut and shortening the skirts to make really short miniskirts. My mother loved the idea, telling me that she had always fantasized about dressing like that.
Then I told my mother that there was something else I wanted her to do in those outfits, too. I told her I wanted her to start doing strip-tease dances for me. Again my mother loved the idea, telling me she had always wanted to do that too, but was afraid to try it on my father, figuring he'd wonder where the hell she got an idea like that, all of a sudden. I told her there was no need to fantasize about anything anymore, as I would fulfil all of her fantasies, and if there was anything she wanted to try, just ask.
Then I told my mother that I wanted her to become my slut. My mother cried out, "Slut!!!!!, is that what you think I am for doing this with you, a Slut!!!!!" I told her "no," and that she took what I had said all wrong and explained that I still had total respect for her, but I just wanted her to feel and act slutty when she was with me. I told her, isn't that what having an affair with someone is all about anyway, feeling different about yourself and acting in ways you never acted before. My mother just looked at me and then told me that I was pretty sharp for my age. My mother then embraced and kissed me and told me she was really going to enjoy being my lover. Then she smiled slyly and went, "Umm," and then asked how would I like it if she started calling me "Lover" from now on. I told her that I had no problem with that, in fact I liked it. Then really sexily, in a soft sultry voice said, "Okay, Lover," and we embraced and kissed again.
When we finished upstairs, after cleaning up and showering, we went downstairs and as my mother was cooking dinner, I was rubbing up her ass and tits and kissing her and I actually brought her to orgasm, as I had her pinned up against the countertop and was rubbing up her pussy.
Well we ate dinner, my father came home and we acted like one big happy family. However, I did feel something very strange inside me. I remember looking at my father and for the first time, I felt like I had some sort of power over him. What I mean is that I had fucked his wife (my mother) and he had no idea what had happened that very afternoon and what would be happening in the future. I was going to be fucking his wife now, more than he was. It was sort of like I was in control of his wife now, not him. Well, my feelings were right that day, as I still feel that way today, years later, as I am totally in control of my mother, sexually speaking of course.
That night when I went to bed, I couldn't sleep a wink, thinking over the whole incredible day, reliving every single minute of it, over and over in my head. I did however have one big concern. I wondered if after a good night's sleep, my mother would feel guilty about what occurred, and wouldn't want to fuck anymore.
Morning finally arrived and I heard my father getting ready for work. It takes him basically about forty-five minutes to leave for work, but that morning it felt like hours until he left. I couldn't wait for him to leave, so I could be alone with my mother. Well he finally left and I got up from my bed, peeked out the window, and watched him get in the car and drive off. It was time to go get some sex from my mother.
I took off my underwear, as that's all I sleep in, and walked down the hall totally nude to my mother's bedroom. My cock began to rise as thoughts of fucking my mother again filled my head. When I got to the bedroom, the door was open. I walked inside and my mother wasn't in her bed, she was in the bathroom, as I could see the light coming from the bottom of the closed bathroom door. Giving my mother her privacy, I returned to my bedroom to wait a few more minutes.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed when my mother's presence suddenly appeared in the doorway. I looked up and any thoughts that I may have had about my mother feeling guilty and not wanting to fuck anymore were quickly erased. My mother was standing in the doorway totally nude, with her hair all teased up, a heavy coat of makeup on, and her lips glossed over with lip gloss. She looked luscious.
I said, "Mom!!!" and what she replied to me is something I will never forget for the rest of my life. My mother said, smiling, "Your slut's here for her fuck!!!!!"
I got up off the bed and as we walked towards each other I said, "All right, Mom!!!!!" We embraced and tore into one another, tongue kissing passionately and groping each other's bodies.
It was at that point that I realized, from the hungriness of my mother's kisses, that our affair was going to flourish into a long term thing. Not only didn't she appear to have any guilt, but by her spoken word, her hot hungry kisses and her lewd body movements grinding up against me, my mother was hooked.
For the next two hours we fucked and sucked in total abandon and sexual bliss. We were going at it like two wild animals. I could also tell that my mother was giving herself totally to me, as her fuck was much more intense than it had been the day before. She was really getting into the fuck, as she opened up the throttle and let loose and didn't hold anything back. Where she might have had some slight apprehensions the day before, there was now none, she was into the fuck scene. I realized then that I had a super hot mother on my hands. It was then that I decided that I could not only totally control my mother and make her do anything I wanted, but make her into my total slut fantasy woman, too. She was ready for action, fuck action.
It was from that point on that my mother started leading a double life. On nights and weekends, she would be the supposedly faithful and dutiful wife to my father. But during the day, she would turn into a shameless, wanton, incestuous slut/whore for her own son, engaging in raunchy lewd sexual behavior, in ways that she had never even dreamed of, or even knew existed.
After those two hours of fucking, we went downstairs, ate a good breakfast that would hold us to dinner time, as the rest of the day would be devoted to hot incestuous sex. At breakfast, my mother told me that she didn't sleep either, as she was thinking about me and couldn't wait to get started again in the morning.
After breakfast, I went upstairs to the attic and brought down the three boxes filled with the old clothes. We went through the boxes and filled up about one and a half boxes full of clothes, that we could alter into slutty outfits. Over the course of the next few weeks, we would alter all of the clothes, by cutting up the front of the blouses making them extremely low-cut, to almost fully reveal my mother's ample chest and cleavage and hemming up skirts to make them short micro mini's, barely covering my mother's ass.
But on that day, we only did one outfit and as my mother was standing there in her low-cut blouse, short mini (no panties), stockings and high heels, I made my mother strut around the room posing and bending over for me, giving me great views of her hot delicious body.
Then I guided my mother through her first, of many, strip-tease dances that she would perform for me over the years.
I put on some music, then instructed my mother on the fine art of strip-teasing. However, what I was making my mother perform had nothing to do with fine art. I had my mother performing a series of lewd and raunchy movements, as she was dressed like a complete and total slut, and I had her finally acting like one too.
I had her gyrating her body lewdly, rubbing her hands all over her body and suggestively and seductively licking her lips. I could tell as I watched her that she was getting visibly turned on by what was taking place and she was totally into it.
After a couple of dances, as she was in the middle of a dance, I got up off the bed and knelt down behind her, and started to rub up her legs, ass, pussy and tits, as she continued to dance. As I was doing this, my mother was panting and moaning, until after a while her legs and body started to get rubbery, and I had to hold her up, as she was bucking and screaming and erupted into earth shaking climax. That scene has been repeated many, many times, over the year's, as it's become a regular part of our routine. I also, dance behind her and rub my cock on her ass as she's dancing and then sometimes just bend her over and fuck her from behind while standing up.
As for my mother's strip-teasing ability now, I'd put her against anyone out there today, when it comes to a slow sensual tease. Of course my mother cannot do the acrobatic movements the younger dancers do, but for a slow tease, she's the best. Over the year's, I've even made her incorporate sex toys into her performance. I put a blanket on the floor, she dances and then lays down on the blanket and fucks herself with a dildo, or other sex toy, until she gets herself off. Then I go down on her, eat out her wet pussy, until she cums again and then I fuck the shit out of her.
Well getting back to that day, after my mother's first strip-tease and cum, we fucked and sucked the rest of the day away until dinner time, sixty-nining, fucking in all positions and she sucked my cock and swallowed a couple of my hot loads.
It was incredible!! My mother was incredible!! She surpassed my wildest dreams and fantasies with her performance. She was well on her way to becoming my total slut and whore.
Needless to say, that night we both had a good night's sleep, pretty much exhausted from our sexual adventures and not sleeping the night before.
Over the course of the following weeks, my mother was getting hotter and hotter with each passing day. She was dressing in the different outfits that we had altered and she was loving every minute of it, as was I.
But something happened, during the course of those weeks, that basically would shape the course we would take until this very day. As I was fucking my mother, I started to get really vulgar and dirty in my sex talk to her. I was calling her, "slut," "whore," "tramp" and I noticed that my mother was getting visibly turned on by this type of talk. She would respond with greater enthusiasm, her moans and groans would get louder and louder and she began saying things like, "Give it to me, fuck me harder lover!!" "Fuck mommy's pussy," "Cum all over my tits". I talked to her about it and she said it really did turn her on to be talked to that way and she loved it. So that also became a regular part of our fuck sessions from that day on.
Another thing we started during those weeks, was that I made her watch xxx-rated porno tapes (that I had stashed in my room) with me. After watching the porn stars perform, my mother started to take on the persona of a porn star, it was like having my own live-in porn queen. That also would be a major development in our affair, as over the year's, anytime I wanted to introduce anything new for my mother to try, I would show her an xxx-rated tape of that particular activity, to sort of break the ice and give her an idea of what to expect.
It was a videotape, that let me introduce my mother into letting me fuck her in the ass for the first time.
This happened during the third week, and right after I had her perform a strip-tease dance, I had it all setup that I was gonna fuck her in the ass, so she was all prepared and agreeable to try it.
I greased up my cock with some Vaseline and slowly slid my cock into her tight asshole. It hurt my mother at first, but once she started getting used to it and her hole relaxed a bit, she began taking it like a pro. She began gyrating her ass to meet my strokes into her and pretty soon she was going ballistic, sobbing and babbling incoherently and then exploding into a wild and thrashing screaming orgasm. After finishing, my mother told me she loved it and couldn't wait to do it again. That also has become a regular part of our routine. No matter what, I always fuck my mother in the ass, whenever we're together. She craves it. She can't get enough.
Well I guess I'll close for now, and in Part 3, I'll begin telling you about all the kinky things I got my mother into, and how she became a very willing, and eager participant, in even the most perverse and out of the normal sexual behavior that I wanted to experiment with.
I want to thank all of you for the many (overwhelming) e-mails and kind words I received regarding Part 1 of my story. I hope you enjoy Part 2, equally as well.
I also want to apologize for the delay in posting Part 2. Due to circumstances beyond my control (operation), I've been hard pressed to find the time to actually sit down and write my experiences out. I'm not a writer and do have a regular job, like most of you, and I'm still getting caught up on all the work that I was behind in. And of course I had to keep my mother happy, too. You understand that, don't you?
I can't tell you when Part 3 will be posted, as I haven't even started on it yet, but hopefully by the end of May, but don't quote me on that.
Anyway, you can contact me at.....firstname.lastname@example.org......with any comments, questions or similar personal incest stories you may want to relate to me. Remember, when contacting me put "story" in the subject box, as I don't open e-mails from individuals I don't know, due to spamming, viruses and all that other good stuff.
After having fucked my mother in the ass for the first time, things really heated up, as I started getting my mother into more kinky behavior.
Over the course of the coming months, we continued all of the activities that I described above. But it was while I was fucking my mother doggie-style, that I made a discovery that would lead to my mother becoming much more submissive for me and lead to some very unusual sexual activities between us.
When I fucked my mother from behind, I would slap her ass with my hand and I started noticing that she wouldn't yelp like it hurt, but would give a soft sigh or moan of pleasure when I did it. So I decided to ask my mother about it and she told me that she did like it and it felt real good to her.
I then asked my mother how would she like it if I started giving her spankings. Well, I couldn't have gotten a more favorable response, if I had put the words into my mother's mouth myself. She was very enthusiastic about it and told me she would love for me to spank her. She told me she felt tingly all over when I slapped her ass as we fucked and would really love to be spanked without anything else going on. Of course I was all to eager to comply with my mother's wishes.
So I had my mother put on a short mini (no panties), and do a tease dance for me. While she was dancing, I was asking her if she felt naughty and if she had been a bad girl. My mother was breathlessly answering my questions with a "yes" and I could tell she was getting turned on by it. I then began asking her questions like, "Was she her son's slut?", "Was she an incestuous whore?", "Was she a naughty incestuous mother?", etc..
With my mother answering "yes" to all my questions and getting visibly turned on by my questions, it was time to give my mother what she wanted, a good spanking.
I commanded my mother to come over to the edge of the bed, where I was sitting, and I ordered her to lift her miniskirt up over her ass and then lay across my lap, as I was gonna give her an over the knee spanking. My mother did as she was told and I began rubbing up my mother's ass with my hand and then playfully giving her light slaps on her ass and asking her questions, like I had asked her before.
My mother was panting and moaning pleasurably each time my hand came down on her ass. I then began increasing the pace and force of the slaps I was giving her and told her that when I asked her a question, I wanted her to answer the question out loud.
Before long my mother's ass cheeks were getting red and I had her in an ass bucking frenzy. She was yelping and moaning and I had her repeating vulgar and obscene words, until she started bucking wildly and screaming loudly and exploded into an ear splitting orgasm.
After she calmed down, I made her get on floor, on all fours, and I proceeded to fuck my mother's luscious asshole, until I was ready to cum and I pulled out and deposited a load of my hot cum, right on my mother's beautiful just spanked and just fucked ass.
My mother and I had added another dimension to our taboo affair and it would become a regular part of our sex routine and would also lead to more kinky behavior. After our first episode, my mother began requesting that I spank her, as she really enjoyed it. This led me to go one step further and I started bringing spanking videotapes home for us to watch. These tapes also included another activity that is sometimes a part of the spanking scene and that is restraint.
Well, I guess you know what happened next.
Yes, I was going to start getting into some light B&D with my mother. I was going to tie her up and give her spankings. It didn't take but a couple of tapes to see that my mother was interested and we tried our first restraint and spanking session not long after.
At our first session, we used some old ties of my father's and I bound my mother's wrists together, then her ankles. I then turned her over on the bed face down, with her arms extended above her head and I proceeded to spank her, until I made her cum, then I untied her ankles, leaving her wrists tied together, and then I began fucking my mother's pussy, as my mother was going crazy beneath me. Then when I was ready to cum, I pulled out and gave my mother a facial cum bath.
In future sessions, we used handcuffs and restraint straps and I started to dominate my mother, as she was becoming more and more submissive each and every day. I began to control every aspect of our sex, what she wore and what we'd get into. My mother went along with everything, she was well on her way to becoming a complete slut and total submissive whore.
Over the course of the next year, we got into more kinkier equipment. I began using nipple clamps, anal beads, neck collar with a leash, and ropes to tie her up with, as we played our kinky sex games.
Now don't think that we were doing these kinky activities all the time. We were still totally hooked on fucking and sucking and we were fucking like mad. In addition, I told my mother we should start ordering sexy outfits and fetish wear from catalogs. She was home to receive the deliveries and my mother handled the bills, so my father had no idea where his money was going. For that matter, he had no idea where his son was cumming either. We now were involved in quite an extensive array of sexual activities, and our sex was always fulfilling because of that. However, we weren't finished experimenting yet, not by a longshot. Over the course of the next year, we got into a variety of different activities.
I began having foot sex with my mother. We'd suck each other's toes, and then I would rub my cock all over her feet until I came on them. Sometimes I would make her put her high heels back on and walk around in them, with the cum squishing between her toes. She also gave me foot jobs and would bring me to orgasm, by jerking me off with her feet.
Then we started getting a little daring.
During the day, when I didn't have class at college, sometimes we would go to a sleazy motel, that showed in-room x-rated movies on the television. The motel was a little over an hour away from our town and we'd check in at noon and leave at 4pm. We'd always get real kinky there and my mother said that it was during those motel trysts, that it really felt like she was cheating on my father, because it was outside of our safe domain, our house.
I'll never forget the first time we went there, how excited the both of us were, to be fucking in a strange room, in a sleazy motel, watching porno movies. It really brought everything we were doing to the forefront. It turned out to be the site of some of our more enthusiastic fucking and experimentation sessions that we would ever have.
It was during one of those motel trysts, that we started our role playing sex game fantasy sessions.
I asked my mother how'd she feel about playing a hooker and I'd be her john. My mother agreed, saying it sounded like fun. I won't go into too much detail, but she played her part, telling me how much for each sex act and I in turn would give her the money, which she'd put in her pocketbook and then she proceeded to act and perform like a hooker for me. Now in itself, that doesn't sound so exciting, but it led to other role playing scenes, that were far more kinkier, which we ended up doing at home, too.
I'll briefly tell you about some of the scenes we get into. We recreate our mother-son seduction scene, where we take turns seducing one another in different scenarios. We also do the television repairman, mailman, UPS delivery man, cable guy, traveling salesman, etc., that type of scene. My mother is dressed in normal attire, then she excuses herself, then returns dressed in a slutty outfit and seduces whoever it is that I'm playing.
We also play other people, who we know, like I'll be my father's boss, friend, cousin, nephew, one of her friend's husband, etc.. My mother will play my aunt, cousin, next door neighbor, my girlfriends mother, one of my mother's friends, etc.. We take turns seducing one another and there are plenty of scenarios that we come up with.
We also get into the burglar situation, where my mother will come home and suprise the burglar, or vica versa, and we play out the whole scene, which ends up with me making her take off her clothes and have sex with me, while begging me not to hurt her.
We also get into rape fantasies, where I use force on my mother, ripping her clothes off and forcing her to have sex with me, while I threaten to hurt or kill her, if she doesn't cooperate. Those are some wild scenes, believe me. It's fun because we know it's not real, but I would hate for it to happen to my mother in real life, or to anyone for that matter.
Also, we get into the master/slave scene, where I treat my mother like a sex slave, by verbally degrading her, restraining her, spanking her, tying her up, leading her around on a leash, etc.
It was during one of those kink sessions, that I convinced my mother to let me do something to her, that is probably one of the most degrading things that one person can do to another person. I convinced my mother to let me piss on her tits. I gave my mother a golden shower.
What happened was that I was using her like a slutty sex slave and brought her into the bathroom and told her to lie face up, in the bathtub. She did so and then I told her that I was gonna piss on her. At first she objected, very adamantly I may add, but I told her to let me try it just this once and I'd just piss on her tits and if she didn't like it, we'd never do it again. I explained to her, that she had liked everything we had been doing so far, so at least she could give it a try.
She finally agreed and when I started pissing on her tits, she started yelping and wiggling around wildly in the bathtub. After I finished, she told me that it wasn't as bad as she thought it was gonna be and my piss felt so warm, like I was pouring a stream of very warm water on her. I told her that's exactly what it was warm liquid.
Later on she totally suprised me, by saying that the next time we did it, she wanted me to piss on different parts of her body, to see how it felt. Well, since then the only part of her body that I haven't pissed on is her face.
That first time was a very defining moment in our affair, as it showed me that I had a complete slut on my hands and I was in total control of her. I could not believe all the kinky things I was doing with my mother and how eagerly she was going along with everything. I would have been happy, as would any guy, just to be able to fuck my mother and nothing else, but all the things we were doing were beyond comprehension. We were both having the times of our lives.
Our affair flourished during my college years, as I was still living home and we were constantly fucking up a storm. But it was in between my junior and senior year in college, that the most incredible activity, we would ever engage in, would take place.
We had done everything there was to do together, we had left no stone unturned. We were basically into everything and we had done it all. Well, not everything.
There was one thing left, one thing to put the final stamp of certification, of my mother's title of slut/whore and that would be to see my mother swing with other men in bed. It was time for me to approach my mother and tell her I wanted to see her get fucked by another guy in bed and then I wanted to join in after and give her a two on one fuck.
It was time to turn my mother into a "swinger".
In my mind she was ready. After all, during our role playing, when I'd play someone else, especially someone we knew, it would turn both of us on immensely. We had discussed it briefly in the past, but my mother said that it was a great fantasy, but she didn't think she could actually do it for real.
Well, it was time to find out.
I began inundating my mother by playing porno tapes of threesomes, foursomes and gang bangs and let it work on her mind, as I was telling her how hot it all looked. When I thought I had done a good enough job of convincing her with the tapes, I approached my mother.
One day, I told her point blank that I wanted to see her fuck another guy and I wasn't going to take "no" for an answer. I wanted to see her get into some swinging and take on more cock. I told her she would make a tremendous swinger and just like we were born to commit incest together, with a body like hers, she was born to be a swinger.
Well, we had a long discussion about it all and at first she was against it, but little by little, I was breaking down her final barriers, with convincing descriptions of what it would be like.
I knew I had her, when she matter of factly asked, who would we get anyway, as we'd have to find someone we could trust emphatically, to keep our secret, a secret.
Not missing an opportunity, I jumped on her statement like a cat. I asked her, that if we could find someone that we could trust, and we were both comfortable with, would she do it. She thought for a moment and then said that she probably would, that she would be willing to at least give it a try.
Well that's all I had to hear. My mind began working almost immediately as to who I could get. I asked my mother if she had anyone in mind, that she'd feel comfortable with. She told me, no one that she thought she could trust. I was curious as to who she was thinking of, so I asked her. Then my mother told me a story, about my Uncle Phil, my father's brother.
She told me about having to rebuff my Uncle's sexual advances, that he made on her, on more than one occasion. Now you'd think that I would get pissed at my Uncle for that, but I really couldn't blame him, after all, look what I was doing.
My mother told me that about ten years ago, for a period of about two years, he would occasionally telephone my mother up during the day and ask her if she wanted to go out for a drink and he'd like to get together with her. Then another time, he just came over the house one morning, when my father was at work and I was at school and he knew my mother was alone and he grabbed my mother and was trying to kiss her and was groping her body. Jokingly, I asked if he got any good grabs in? She said yeah, some real good ones. She said, he had her pinned up against the hallway wall, with her front facing the wall, and from behind he was rubbing his crotch against her ass, had both hands all over her tits, was kissing her neck and was telling her he wanted to fuck her.
I told my mother that I couldn't believe what I was hearing, that my Uncle could be so bold in his approach on her.
My mother said that she started screaming loudly and my Uncle stopped. She said that she told him that if he ever tried that again, she was going to tell my father. Well, he told my mother that if she did that, he'd tell my father that she invited him over the house and came on to him and that he rebuffed her advances.
So they were a stalemate. They talked some and eventually my Uncle told her that he was sorry he had gotten so crazy and had scared her, but that her body drove him wild. He told her that he wouldn't bother her anymore, but if she ever changed her mind, to just let him know, that he'd always be available anytime, anyplace.
I asked my mother how'd she feel about fucking for another family member, especially her brother-in-law, her husband's own brother. She said that if he was the only person we could come up with, she'd do it, but would really prefer someone else. I agreed, but told her that he was willing and that's what we needed. My mother said she knew, but she just didn't trust him and didn't think he could keep his mouth shut.
I told her that it was okay and there was no rush in making a decision and I told her to think it over and we'd try to come up with someone else.
Well that night, just as I was going to bed, something my mother said indirectly, came into my mind. She said it wasn't that my Uncle was another family member, it was just that she thought she couldn't trust him. So, another family member was okay with her, in fact, knowing my mother, I was sure she would prefer it that way. With the person being in the family, she'd know the person and feel comfortable with him, rather than say a friend of the family or even a total stranger.
It didn't take me long to come up with a person that I'd know she'd approve of and wondered why I hadn't thought of it sooner. In fact, thinking about it more, there wasn't only one person I could probably get, it was two.
Obviously, as it was late at night and my father was home, my mother didn't know anything about my idea yet, but she sure was gonna find out about it, the first thing in the morning.
My mother was about to get into swinging.
My mother was about to become a swinger, a "family swinger".
(to be continued)
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