BIG FAT COCK: Double Penetration Fun

WARNING: In addition to my usual incest, stockings and other wide-ranging kinks, this story additionally includes paralysis sex. I did a fair amount of research to try and understand the physical and psychological aspects of how paralysis may affect sex, the challenges and the workarounds. Hopefully you'll enjoy and I won't offend anyone.

Summary: Nerd DP's mom and paralyzed Asian on same day.

Note 1: This is dedicated to the real Jeni who told me about this BIG FAT COCK... although her story wasn't told in the first two stories, and isn't in this one either.

Note 2: This is the third part in an already lengthy saga (around 59,000 words so far) of one nerd's discovery of the power that can come from having a BIG, FAT COCK.

BIG FAT COCK: A Hot Mommy Seduced is a lengthy tale where Kevin learns from his divorced father, who has often been out of the picture, that having a BIG FAT COCK makes you irresistible to women. Kevin begins to use this power on a few MILF women, experimenting with his newfound power as he gears up to using it to seduce his ultimate fantasy conquest: his own mother.

BIG FAT COCK: Anal Mommy has Kevin claiming his mother's final forbidden hole while having some fun with kinky role play. It also has Kevin learning about his mother's slut past, and it sets up Kevin's plan to give his sexual mentor Ms. Chan a special gift... his cock in not only her mouth, but now her two other holes (which is the story this latest chapter will tell).

Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven who loved the first part and suggested this detour to help tell a unique, complex story of a young man coming to grips with who he is. He also suggested and worked with me on the plot as we created, I believe, a very authentic chapter with hopefully some emotional charge (authentic as incest stories go anyway... LOL).

Note 4: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert and Wayne for editing.

BIG FAT COCK: Double Penetration Fun

I woke up the next morning and rolled over to gaze fondly at my mother, who was still asleep; she looked so peaceful in this tranquil state. It was hard to believe she could become such a cock-hungry three-hole cum slut so easily, especially for me, her only child.

How she could transition from caring and supportive mother to my Mommy-Slut.

How she could shift so smoothly and naturally from professional lawyer to an eager cum slut.

How she could go from wise, strong-willed assertive woman to submissive slut.

It really was amazing, and I realized since she was also submissive to Mrs. Grady from across the street; and to Katie, her friend from back in high school and more recently from the sex shop across town; and of course to her ex-husband (my dad); it wasn't only about big, fat cock. No, it was much deeper than that: she was a natural submissive who received the most pleasure from pleasing others and from being obedient. I strangely felt a strong paternal instinct towards her: that even though I was only eighteen and she was forty-two, I was the one who needed to protect her from herself (while, of course, still using her for my own pleasure).

Mom was, I imagine like most women behind their conservative exterior or whatever exterior they wear in public, at core a sexual being. This seemed obvious in retrospect, but before my Dad's revelation to me a couple weeks ago of the power of big, fat cock, I'd always assumed that only the men were the sexual deviants who allowed their lower region to decide their actions.

Yet, I now knew that wasn't completely true. It seems both genders are equally sexual beings, equally controlled by their own inner desires; it's just that women do a better job of concealing their secret sexual side... at least in public.

In addition to experiencing the thrill and pleasure of the past couple of weeks, I was also learning a lot about women, about sex, about psychology. It all fascinated me. I loved to learn, and unlike most of my education which had heretofore been from books, this was the first time I was enjoying 'hands on' learning. And on such a rewarding subject! Sex beats calculus for fun, hands down!

I gently woke Mom up and whispered, "Mommy-slut, it's time to go give Ms. Chan her first birthday present."

"What time is it?" she asked groggily, without even opening her eyes.

"Time for a morning cream pie for Ms. Chan," I declared.

"You still want to do that?" she asked in a yawn.

"Today is all about Ms. Chan," I informed her, as I got out of our bed and stood at the foot of it, just so I could admire her as she got around to opening her eyes.

"I can't believe you want to fuck me in front of our neighbour," she said, waking up.

"You're the one who bought a crazy dildo to strap on her head, not that I'm complaining, so I'm guessing after you finish waking up you'll find yourself back on board with it," I pointed out. I loved to hear Mom say the phrase 'fuck me'. Although I wasn't overly concerned about this next point, there was a small part of me that worried she might experience next morning remorse.

"I bought that when I was horny," she reminded me.

I stepped over to where her head was, pulled out my cock and tapped it against her perfect cock sucking lips. "Do I have to remind you who's in charge here?"

"This damn big fat cock is," she sighed, as she took my cock into her mouth, her resistance, as always, as fragile as an autumn leaf.

I let her suck me to full erection before deciding, "I like the way you think when you're horny, so let's get you into the right state of mind."

I climbed back onto the bed and guided my cock between her legs as she asked, "Are you going to give Mommy a nice morning fuck?"

I slid inside her as I answered, "Not to completion, just enough to wake you up."

"And to get me all horned up and willing," she moaned with a wicked smile, as I filled her to the brim.

"Well of course," I smiled. "I need you to be a compliant, submissive slut this morning."

"I'm always that," she moaned, as she wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deeper inside her. "At least I am for you."

I fucked Mom for a couple of minutes, just enough to get my balls boiling, my morning load on the brink of being extracted, and her moaning, but then I pulled out before I erupted prematurely.

"You fucker," she whined, wanting to continue getting fucked. It amazed me how quickly she could go from sleeping innocent to cock-hungry slut.

"Mother fucker," I corrected.

"Then be one ," she demanded.

"I will," I promised, "but first let's go whip up some delicious anticipation in Ms. Chan before presenting her with her birthday pie."

"You really are such a bad boy," she sighed, as she got out of bed.

"And you love it," I smiled, slapping her bare ass not hard, just playfully.

"I hate that I love it," she sighed again, as she went to the bathroom.

"Just put something casual on," I ordered; she was still wearing her thigh highs from last night.

"Fine," she said, as she pulled a pair of jeans on.

I got dressed myself and went downstairs to meet Mom.

"I'm still not sure this is such a good idea," Mom said.

"Yesterday you introduced Katie to our secret," I pointed out.

"I guess," Mom agreed grudgingly, as I leaned in and kissed her.

I added, "Plus, Ms. Chan already knows I'm a mother fucker and that you're a three-hole submissive for big, fat cock."

"I can't believe you told her about that too," she worried.

"I can guarantee she won't tell anyone, just as I believe you when you tell me Katie would never out us," I reassured her, not for the first time, as I grabbed the bag with the head cock in it. "Plus, I'm sure Dad told her all about you a long time ago."

"I bet he didn't with that thing on her mouth," Mom joked, pointing at the bag.

"Probably not. Ready to get fucked for an audience?"

"Do I have a choice?" she asked, as we walked outside.

"Of course," I said. "I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to."

"So if I say no?" she asked.

"Then you can watch and remain horny while Ms. Chan gets my morning load," I shrugged.

"Damn you," she sighed, but playfully. "The things I do for you."

"The things you do for my big, fat cock," I corrected.

As we reached Ms. Chan's door, she agreed more cheerfully, "I'm your sub: let's do this, Master."

"Yes you are and yes we will," I nodded, as I used my key and we walked into the house. I called out, "Ms. Chan! Your birthday present is here."

"Bring it to me in the kitchen," she called back.

"Hungry?" I asked, strolling towards the kitchen holding Mom's hand.

"Starving," she answered, as we entered the kitchen to find Ms. Chan sitting in her wheelchair as usual.

She looked surprised to see my mom, but only slightly. "Good morning, Ms. Walsh."

"Happy birthday, Ms. Chan," Mom greeted with a shy smile, bag in hand.

"I thought I'd give you a tasty treat for breakfast," I said.

"I love tasty treats," Ms. Chan replied, indicating she was ready for whatever I had in mind, while also being noncommittal about what the treat might be, and giving no sign that she knew about my mother's submission to me.

"I was thinking we might enjoy a little change from our usual morning routine," I continued, also not giving anything away: yet.

"You have me curious," Ms. Chan replied, glancing up at my mother rather nervously.

"Ever had a birthday breakfast cream pie?" I asked, now making it crystal clear I wasn't talking about Danishes, and that at the very least, Mom would be a witness to our doing something naughty.

"For breakfast yes, for my birthday, no," Ms. Chan answered with nary a flinch, now studying my very red-faced Mom with great interest.

"I thought we might do this Teppanyaki style and prepare this meal in front of you," I added.

"That would be most interesting to see," Ms. Chan smiled.

"Mom, get undressed," I ordered.

"You're okay with this, Ms. Chan?" Mom asked, still full of trepidation, yet already reaching for her jeans and unfastening them, willing to do immediately whatever I instructed her to do.

"In case it helps you to relax Ms. Walsh, I'd like you to know that when I was young I fucked my dad for several years," Ms. Chan offered with an unusual brand of graciousness, exhibiting no shame at all about revealing her incestuous past.

This admission did indeed appear to relax my mother who joked, "It's only been a couple days for me."

"Fucking your Dad?" Ms. Chan asked playfully.

Mom finished taking off her jeans as she laughed and replied, by now fearlessly, "No, I never fucked my Dad, and I've only been my son's slut for a couple of days: since Halloween."

"I've been Kevin's slut for longer than that," Ms. Chan replied.

"So I hear," Mom said, before adding, "in fact I believe I owe you many thanks for your wise tutelage of my son."

"Happy to help," Ms. Chan responded openly and casually, which only enhanced how hot and yet safe this situation was.

"Ms. Chan was a great help in turning you into a son fucker," I added, loving the dirty talk.

"And you into a mother fucker," Mom agreed with a smile, relaxing, by now surrendering to the situation with obvious pleasure like I knew she would, and totally naked except for her thigh highs, as she dropped to her knees and fished out my cock.

I allowed her to extract it before I offered, "Ms. Chan, would you enjoy preparing me to fuck my Mom?"

"I'll be most happy to," she replied, and opened wide as I walked over to her wheelchair and slid my cock into her expert mouth.

Watching avidly, Mom stood up, came closer and said, "That looks so nice. Get that cock nice and hard so my son can fuck me."

Ms. Chan moaned on my cock, and her focussed expertise had me hard and ready for action in only a few seconds.

"Hop up on the kitchen table, Mommy-Slut," I ordered.

Mom, no longer displaying any reservations at all about having an audience of one while we committed incest, hopped up onto the table, gave me an eager grin and spread her legs.

I pulled out of Ms. Chan's amazing mouth and she turned to admire Mom's spread-open legs. "Ms. Walsh, I have to tell you that's a very yummy looking pie."

"It'll be even more delicious once I add my special cream topping to it," I bragged, as I moved between my mom's legs, grabbed her hips and pulled her right to the edge of the table.

"So you're really going to fuck your Mother while another person watches?" Mom asked coyly, as I rubbed my cock up and down her wet pussy lips.

"That depends. Are you really going to allow your son to fuck you in front of our neighbour?" I returned the question, tapping her clit.

"Just slam that big fat cock in Mommy's dripping pussy," Mom demanded, her legs twitching with each tap of my fat cock head against her swollen clit. Her desire for me, in addition, I think, to our having an audience, already had her in full anything-for-cock mode.

"She's so insatiable," I shrugged, looking at Ms. Chan with a sly smile, as I slid inside my mother, adding a bit of twerking for my mentor's benefit.

"Oh yes, fuck Mommy with your big, fat cock," Mom moaned loudly, now thoroughly enjoying our audience while giving in once again to her natural submissive nature and to my cock.

"Yes, Kevy, give your Mother what she needs," Ms. Chan chimed in.

"What does she need, Ms. Chan?" I asked, even as I pumped my cock in and out of my mother.

"Your slut mother needs to be fucked so hard by your big, fat cock," Ms. Chan answered, before adding, "but what she needs more than anything is to demonstrate that she's your complete, submissive, Mommy-Slut cum bucket."

"She's right, I'm your Mommy-Slut," Mom agreed as she wrapped her legs around me to pull me in even deeper.

"And he's also your lover," Ms. Chan added.

This new concept both surprised and intrigued me. Could I be both master and lover to my Mom? The two terms seemed to contradict each other. Yet oddly, that combination described very well how I felt when I was with my Mom. On the one hand I wanted to face fuck her, to pound her and sodomize her; I wanted to eat her cunt, suck on her tits and spew my load all over her and everywhere inside her, all three of her holes. Yet on the other hand, I also wanted to hold her gently in my arms, to sleep beside her, to kiss her tenderly and to fiercely protect her from anyone who might try to take advantage of her weaknesses.

In retrospect, I'd already done all those things except I hadn't yet had the need to protect her, but I'd never labelled them in any way.

My attention now divided, I looked back over my shoulder and asked, struggling with the concept, "Is that even possible, Ms. Chan?"

"Harder, Mother-fucker," Mom demanded, bracing her shoulders against the table, raising her ass and very impressively beginning to buck her hips to meet my thrusts.

Ms. Chan gave me a teasing grin. "Priorities, Kevy: fuck your mother first, and later we can chat."

"Good idea," I nodded, as my mother and I shifted into furious fucking... both of us very soon close to orgasm, almost forgetting we had an audience.

"Oh yes... fuck me son... fill my cunt... with your cum... for your little... Mommy-slut," Mom babbled in short gasps as she met my strokes. That single sentence had taken over half a minute, as her breathing was erratic and almost all of her attention was riveted on her imminent orgasm.

"Come for me now, Mommy-Slut," I ordered, about to spew my load inside her, "Come for your Master."

"Oh yes," Mommy moaned loudly, as she felt my load shoot inside her, which triggered her own orgasm... both of us coming together.

"Give me access to my present," Ms. Chan demanded, sounding lustful herself, even as I continued coming inside my Mom.

"As you wish," I said, pulling out and shooting my final rope of cum onto my Mom's clitoral area before backing completely out of the way.

"I'm so hungry," Ms. Chan groaned, as she rolled her chair between my mother's legs and buried her face in her cunt while she was still coming.

"Oh yes, eat my cunt, you fucking cock sucking slut," Mom moaned, obviously perceptive enough to know that this abuse was exactly what her newest pussy-licker would want, even though she was still distracted by her own orgasm coursing through her.

"Happy birthday, Ms. Chan," I chirped, watching her lap up the creampie as if it were her last meal. I realized we hadn't used the head dildo. Oops... save it for tonight, I guess.

"Suck it all out, you dirty whore," Mom demanded, grabbing the back of Ms. Chan's head and roughly pulling her deep into her cunt while it was still flooding, during her extended orgasm.

I watched for a couple of minutes as the two women enjoyed different aspects of my big, fat cock. Mom was still enjoying her intense orgasm, extrapolated by Ms. Chan's eager and experienced tongue. Ms. Chan was enjoying her morning load, this time wrapped in a pink gift box.

Mom finally let go of Ms. Chan's head and said weakly, "I can't be having orgasms like this just before going to work."

"Can you think of a better way to start your day? I asked.

"God, no," she said, "but trying to focus on work today will be a real bitch."

"Alas, the hardships of a submissive slut," I shrugged, not too worried about her first world problem.

"I know," she said, shaking her head. "My life will never be the same."

"That's the plan," I promised her.

Ms. Chan finally came up for air and crowed, "Best birthday pie ever!"

"Your tongue is amazing," Mom said, sitting up to look down gratefully at the wet-faced Asian.

"And your cunt is heavenly," Ms. Chan complimented back, as I mused at what was passing for neighbourly conversation. A lot more interesting than 'how's the weather!'

"I imagine it's even tastier with my son's big load in it," Mom said.

"Yes, his added ingredient definitely enhances the dessert," Ms. Chan agreed.

"Well, I hate to get fucked, come, get munched and go," Mom quipped, "but I need to shower and head off to work. I have a trial today."

"Big case?" Ms. Chan asked, rolling her chair back.

"It may be," Mom nodded.

"Well, good luck with it," Ms. Chan wished, the conversation back to mundane subjects.

"Thanks for helping Kevin through this confusing time," Mom said, as she closed her legs and climbed down off the table.

"It's been a pleasure," Ms. Chan smiled.

Both Mom and I quipped simultaneously, "Pun intended."

"You two really are a lot alike," Ms. Chan laughed, shaking her head.

"And yet we're completely different," I agreed/disagreed, as Mom pulled her jeans on.

"People's differences are often what brings them together, so they can then share the things that make them the same," Ms. Chan said, sounding a little like a poorly written fortune cookie.

"Love you," Mom said, giving me a very I'm-not-being-your-Mother-right-now kiss.

"Love you, too," I said, as she went over to Ms. Chan, leaned down and kissed her too.

Mom said after breaking the kiss, "And I'll have another present for you tonight to repay you for all you're doing for my son."

"You don't have to do that," Ms. Chan demurred.

"Oh, yes I do," Mom insisted, I'm not sure whether it was because I told her to or because she wanted to... I like to think it was both.

"Well, you know where I'll be," Ms. Chan said, her tone sounding ever so slightly sad, as if she were sick of being trapped in this house. That was something to keep in mind going forward. She may not be my Mom, but she was nevertheless a valuable part of my life and deserved some real happiness. I wondered for a moment whether my Dad had any idea what a gem she was. He hadn't given me any indication that he did when he told me about her; to him she must seem like just another slut.