My Mum, My Slut

People keep asking me to add a degree of incest to my main story, His Beautiful Neighbour. I might have caved to the pressure but my biggest fan, editor-in-chief and fiancée put her foot down.

So here's a little story that I hope will please the audience and keep the peace in the little home.

My mother the slut

Okay, so I'm a bad son, admitted. But on the other hand, she wasn't the best of mothers either. This was the third time in the last two weeks that I'd been waked by... sounds, coming from my mother's bedchamber. And this night, like the two others – and so many others before that, to be totally honest – I snuck up to get a peak.

Her door didn't shut which served me quite well. Lots of doors didn't shut in our house, it's kind of old, so standing out in the hallway I had a clear view of the action in the bedroom. Like usual, I'd never seen the guy before – it seemed to be a new-comer every time. I think she picked them up in local bars, but I couldn't say for sure. What I could say was that I envied them.

She seemed to be a great lay. Moaning, cumming, denying nothing to her lovers, it wasn't a wonder she became popular. One night, I saw her take a load in the face, kneeling in front of this fat, ugly guy – porno-style. Why would she even take him home? And why would she debase herself like that for him? Slut...

There was something different this night though. Usually she moaned like a cheap whore about to get paid but tonight she was lying quite still, on her back with a guy pounding away between her spread thighs.

The guy didn't seem to care though, in fact, he may have liked her being immovable like that. Not soon after I arrived, dick in hand and sperm-cup ready (yes, I had a sperm-cup, I had grown tired of cleaning the carpet outside her door night after night) he grunted in that loud way that let you know he's done. And I'd just gotten ready...

Before he left (they usually leave when they're done, although I had met a guy in the kitchen on the odd morning...) he checked that she was okay – he seemed to have gotten a little nervous as well. I guess he figured she'd just had a drink too many, took on his clothes (leaving me time to get out of the way) and left.

What could I do? I was still horny – Mr. Speed of Lightning hadn't given me any time at all – so I went into her room. To check on her, of course, you understand? I was nervous, and it was purely a coincident that I still had my dick out. No, scratch that: I had forgotten all about having my dick out in my worry for my mother.

She was breathing steadily, even drooling a bit, but one can never be too careful. I placed my hand over her heart – to check her pulse, of course – but somehow I must have missed. Suddenly I was standing with my mother's hard nipple between my fingers, softly caressing it. She had big boobs, more than my hand could cover, though I tried. It felt so soft, so good... and before long, I was kneading her bare tits like I'd never let go.

My cock was hard as iron, and dripping pre-cum and her soft flesh felt so good when I started rubbing my cock across her breasts, taking extra care on her nipples. I liked those; dark-brown and very hard.

Suddenly her naked cunt caught my eye. Naked in more ways than one, there was not a single hair on it.

"Only sluts shave like that!" I told her and let my hand glide down between her legs. She was warm, wet, inviting, everything a bitch in heat like her should be.

Gingerly, afraid to wake her (though the speedy guy hadn't managed), I probed her with a pair of fingers.

She was just as I had imagined her. Warm, giving, yet tight – perhaps the guy hadn't managed to widen her? Heh, perhaps she couldn't really feel him and she'd fallen asleep from boredom?

I liked that thought; it made me feel superior to the stranger who'd just done my mother. Hell, I figured, if that guy had gotten a piece of this, why shouldn't I?

Taking my wet fingers out, I spread her pussyjuices on my cock – it felt so naughty!

Looking around, feeling like a kid with a stolen cookie-jar, I crawled up between her spread legs. Unlike the guy I didn't have a condom, but I was her son, I didn't need a condom, did it? Nah...

She was everything I knew she'd be. I realised this when I pressed my hard cock into her soft, tight opening.

"Shit, you're a fine piece of meat, Mum" I told her loudly and started rocking back and forth, deep inside her. And she was. God, this was so much better than my hand.

"Shit, Mum, you're taking your own son's virginity! Does that make you a slut or what!" I moaned into her face as I fucked her. For some reason, talking to her felt good, very good!

"So this is what you've been giving strangers, huh?" I continued, "but not your own son, oh no, he has to take it himself!" My own words were actually pissing me off a little – if she were so desperate, why hadn't she just come to me?

"Guess that just means I'm more of a man," I deducted, feeling good about myself as I proved my manhood by raping my unconscious mother, "hadn't thought of that, had you? I'm the new man in the house, and I deserve some respect! Oh SHIT!" the last came out in a long moan as I emptied my balls deep inside my mother, my orgasm taking me completely by surprise. It was a good one though, better than the ones I normally got by lurking outside her door.

And here's where I made the mistake that turned out so fortunately. Unlike her chosen guy of the night, I did not get up and out... I fell asleep, right then and there, a top of my mother's naked body – and inside her!

I awoke by something moving beneath me. Yes, of course it was her, what else? She wasn't completely conscious yet but had started moving around, as if wakening. Her soft thighs rubbed my cock between them and laying there, a top of a naked, forbidden woman, I quickly got hard. Within seconds I was inside her soft cunt again, and this time she did respond.

"Mhm!" she moaned, still half asleep.

"Yeah, you like that?" I demanded, feeling her pussy get moist around my dick as it quickened its pace, running in and out of her delicious snatch.

"What, Andrew?" she asked, clearly confused when she saw it was me, "mhm... what's going on?" Then the penny dropped, her naked, getting fucked, me fucking her.

"What the hell are you doing!?" she shouted at me, but I ignored her and kept my pace, hoping that her hornyness would overcome her prudeness. It always did in the stories I'd read! And from what I had seen, it usually happened to her when she was out on the town as well...

"GET OFF ME!" she screamed at me and tried to throw me off. Except that she wasn't that strong and had no leverage. Me? I had my weight and my all-consuming desire to continue what I was doing.

"Shut up!" I told her in a harsh voice. It wasn't talking to my mother anymore, I was talking to an annoying woman who tried to keep me from the best feeling I'd ever felt. I gathered her hands in mine and pinned them to the bed over her head, effectively keeping her in place.

Then I continued my pleasant journey in and out of her now very wet cunt.

"You want it too, don't you, bitch?" I asked her, feeling hopeful as a small, content sigh escaped her lips, "didn't get enough last night, so now your son has to make it up to you?"

"Huh..." she moaned, seemingly getting aroused by the turn of events and the fact that she was helpless to stop them.

I hammered into her, hard, lost in my feeling of power and control... and slowly, undetectably at first, she began to fuck me back – guess the instincts of a slut can't be suppressed.

"Oh yeah, you little slut!" I happily exclaimed as she really started to live into it, squeezing my cock with her well-trained cunt-muscles and moaning loudly like she did with all the other guys she fucked.

"Uh! Uh! Yes! Yes!" she cried out, her eyes closed. Maybe she was trying to forget the fact that she was enjoying being fucked by her own offspring?

"Yeah, mum," I groaned, "take your son's cock, you dirty whore! You want it, don't you? Tell me you want it!"

"Yes... Yes, I want it! Fuck, yes!" she screamed as she opened her eyes again, staring at me, "Fuck mommy, fuck mommy!" It seemed she was caving in completely, getting as much dirty, guilty pleasure out of the situation as she could. Responding I increased my already fast pace, trying to please her – what son doesn't want to please his mother, I ask?

"God, yes! Oh, oh, more, more!" she encouraged me, like the horny bitch I knew she was, "so dirty, so wrong... so GOOD!"

Without stopping, without slowing I bent down and pressed my mouth hard against hers in a kiss Oedipus couldn't have done better. My mother opened her mouth, and I pressed my tongue inside her in a French kiss. Her tongue eagerly met mine and they played around in their erotic dance.

Shit, I'm kissing mum!I thought in disbelieve. Somehow that seemed far dirtier than fucking her – then again, considering how often I had jacked off to her being fucked by random strangers, perhaps that isn't so weird after all.

"Mhm..." her moans into my mouth grew louder and more intense, and from my experiences from outside her bedroom door, I suspected she wasn't far from cumming.

Good! I didn't know how much longer I could hold back myself, and I wanted her to cum first. I wanted this to be a good for her – I didn't plan for this to be a one-time performance!

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" I demanded as I pulled off her eager mouth.

"Yes, oh yes! Fuck your mum, make her cum!" she responded honestly, causing my own budding orgasm to come closer.

"Ugh!" I groaned loudly as she began thrashing around under me, and I cried my pleasure out: "I'm cumming! Take my cum, you filthy slut, take it all!"

My vision darkened for a second as I shot my seed deep into my own mother, and I collapsed a top of her, totally spent – until I noticed the alarm-clock next to her bed.

"Shit, I gotta get to work!" I shouted as I jumped off her and hurriedly made my preparations for another day at the video-store in the mall.

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So tell me, how would you manage to work, knowing that you'd just fucked your mother and left the house without even a chance to, well talk to her about it? I walked around in more or less a daze for most of the day, wondering what was going to happen when I got home.

The drive home was one of the longest I can remember. Would she be mad? Would she throw me out, maybe even report me for rape? Would all my stuff be out on the sidewalk? Or – and I really enjoyed this thought – would she be waiting for me in her bed, naked and ready for another round?

It turned out to be neither, actually. I locked myself into our house, entered the kitchen... and froze.

She was standing in the kitchen, almost as if she were waiting for me,verydressed up. I'd never seen her wearing anything so slutty (and I'd seen her come home from her nights out on the town quite a few times).

Her bottle-blonde hair was made up in a wild style that probably was supposed to look accidental but most likely had taken the better part of an hour to perfect.

Not even in porn I'd seen anyone painted as trashy as her – her eyes were almost black, her long lashes very defined, and her lips were bright red.

The main event however was her top. It was a flimsy, pink one, so tight I half-expected her tits to burst through it any minute. If the idea was to hide the big bombs beneath it, it failed utterly. If the meaning was to get everyone to stare at the deep cleavage created by the pink bra then it certainly succeeded.

Her skirt was white, ridiculously short and very tight, and her white fishnet stockings and white heels made her look like a cheap whore. Well, not only that: A cheap Barbie-whore.

When she saw me, her lips curled in disdain and she just said: "I'm going out," before she tried to push through me and out.

But have you ever had that feeling where everything seems to slow down and suddenly everything becomes clear, the little details join together to form a bigger picture?

There was cigarette-butts in the ashtray – she'd been standing there for some time – waiting?

There was mouthwash next to the ashtray – she knew I hate the smell of her when she's been smoking.

She stopped waiting the moment I came in – she was waiting for me?

She was dressed like a white-trash whore, making anyone who saw her think of one thing and one thing only: sex. She knew I'd see her.

My dear Dr. Watson, the only solution that made sense (especially to my sex-craving brain) was that she'd been waiting for me – to continue what we'd left off this morning – but she couldn't admit that she wanted to fuck her own son. So she'd tempt me to make the first move.

As she tried to get by me, I grabbed her, pushed her up against the wall and pressed my mouth against hers in a demanding kiss.

"No, Andrew!" she tried to get free – rather weakly – and refused to open her mouth for my invading tongue. So she was gonna play hard to get, eh?

Pretending to be angry I dragged her into the living-room while she continued to fight for her virtue – hard to do convincingly when dressed like a sex-maniac – and threw her down on the couch, and quickly followed, my hands all over her sexy body, groping, pinching, stroking.

"You want this, you cheap bitch!" I shouted at her, continuing the roleplay she evidently saw as necessary. Her arms flailed around but like last night, I caught them and pinned them to the couch. My other hand quickly ventured up under her short skirt and found her soppingly wet cunt. As soon as I touched her wet snatch, she began moaning loudly, undermining her earlier attempts to resist completely.

"Oh, I know what the problem is!" I suddenly smiled and found my wallet, taking out a pair of twenties, "I haven't paid you yet, and you're worried I'll cheat you of your hard earned money!" With a rock-solid cock I crammed the two twenties down her bra, in effect treating her like the whore she was looking like.

"There! All good!" I cheered," now let's see what I've bought..." I exclaimed, once again bringing my mouth down to hers and this time meeting nothing but eager acceptance. Seems the whore just needed to be put into her place...

Her mouth tasted of sweet mouthwash, and her tongue was eager to meet mine, caressing me all it could. As I once again found my way up under her skirt, she tried to spread her legs – not that it was needed but a nice gesture nonetheless.

"Oooh," she moaned into my mouth, proving that she really was a cheap whore in heat when my fingers slid into her wet hole.

"So tell me," I said as I pulled off her mouth, "what you want!"

"Mhm..." she sighed, ignoring my question. She wasn't ready to admit in words what her body was screaming to me? Not good enough...

"Tell me!" I hissed and pinched her clit, making her cry out in pain. Well, serves her right: she should learn to obey.

"I want your cock!" she screamed at me, "I want you to fuck me!" I didn't need to be told that twice, so I quickly stripped out of my pants, showing her my proud erection.

"Oh, baby!" mum exclaimed at the sight of it, "is all that for me? I never knew you were so... big!" She parted her legs for me, more than ready but I had another idea. Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow. Instead of gliding back between her legs like she wanted me to, I went to her other end of her, sticking my stiff dick in her face. She smiled at me, definitely knowing what to do and took it in her mouth. Oh God, she sucked dick like a pro!

"Yeah, mum!" I groaned, as she took it all down her throat in the first go. The tight, wet feeling all around my shaft, her busy little tongue rubbing in arousing spots I didn't even know I had, oh Lord! Knowing my own limitations, I abruptly pulled out from her greedy lips, not ready to cum until I'd sampled her delicious pussy once again. I crawled between her legs, and entered into her, immediately overcome with the wet, strong feeling of her cunt-muscles. I began a fast, powerful rhythm, pushing my cock into in fast, unstoppable strokes.

"God, mum!" I grunted, forcing myself to think of baseball, of my job, of the way my whorish mother's cunt tried to squeeze my cum out of me – NO! Baseball, job, my friend Michael...

"Yes, Andrew!" the slut under me cried out in pleasure as I upped the speed, unable to resist. I knew I should slow down, take it easy, but it was so damn good!

"Oh, we're so dirty! I can't believe I'm fucking my son. Oh, my son's gonna make me cum, oh God, I'm such a whore!" she called out, grabbing her tits and squeezing her nipples. She might be more experienced in the whole sex-game than me but it seemed that the whole mother/son-taboo got her very hot.

"Yes, yes!" she screamed and convulsed, clearly cumming, "oh FUCK! Fuck your mother, fuck your little whore! Oh God!"

Finally! With her cumming I could focus on my own orgasm. Grabbing her around her waist, I hammered my dick into her, as hard as I could, feeling how her little body shook from the sheer force of my thrust. I pounded in and out of the wet hole, enjoying hearing her small whimpers every time I pummelled into her.

"Fuck!" I shouted as my own orgasm overwhelmed me, less than fifteen seconds after she'd cum, "fuck, fuck, FUCK!" As I fired my cum into her, I collapsed a top of her, resting on her soft tits and marvelled over the greatness of my – our – new life. With an eager slut like this in my house, things were finally starting to look up...

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"Things are gonna change around here," I informed the fucked-out slut beneath me as we both slowly came down to Earth again.

"Hmm?" she asked, "what d you mean?" My cock had shrunk back to pocket-size and dropped out of her well-greased pleasurebox.

"Since dad left there hasn't been a man in the house," I reminded her, "well, there's one now. And as such, you'll do as I say." Puffing my chest out like a peacock, I stared into her eyes. She raised her well-plucked eyebrow in doubt, clearly baiting me. Whether about me being a man or her doing as I said, I didn't know – but probably both. That pissed me off – hadn't I just proved that I control her? And hadn't I at least admitted to my desire instead of trying to manipulate, like her?

"You have a problem with that?" I hissed at her and clamped my hand around her throat, holding her head in place in a primitive show of dominance. Forgetting that she was my mother, forgetting the great sexual experience I'd just had with her – even forgetting the undoubtable great ones to come, I stared into her eyes, for once not flinching at her or hesitating. We stared at each other for a good while before she finally looked down.

"No," she said slowly and clearly, "I don't have a problem with that..."

"Good!" I smiled and released her. Today I don't think it would have mattered at all if I had hit her or picked my nose instead of holding her by her throat – it was the way I for once didn't step down but just waited 'till she did. Back then of course, I held no doubt that I'd taken my position as the alpha male by sheer force.

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"So how are things gonna change?" mum asked me as she served pizza for me. With her preparing herself for luring me to sex and us then having sex, she hadn't had time to cook, so she'd found some frozen pizzas and warmed them.

"Well, first of all," I said, looking into her eyes (only possible 'cause I'd cum less than fifteen minutes ago. Within the next fifteen minutes, her tits, so neatly presented would claim my attention again, without a doubt...), "there'll be no more clubbing or whatever for you. No more meeting strangers for quick fucks – if you want some cock, you come ask me."

She stared at me and nodded her accept. Considering how hard I'd made her cum each time I'd fucked her, there was no real reason for her to seek out strange cocks. That's what I told myself, at least.