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Femdom Mommy 1

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Blacklaceguy14

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Author's note: All characters depicted\nin this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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I’m Alex, 31 and a sales job\nthat usually takes me places. Normally,\nI’d be out on the road, but promotion meant I was mostly office bound now. What’s more, I was recently divorced, my ex\nkicked me out and I had to go down on bended knees to my mom for a roof over my\nhead.

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It was with mixed feeling that I\nwent back through the front door of my old home and my mom. She 61 and God knows she turns me on. OK, her tummy isn’t taught any more, her\nbreasts may sag, but they are still creamy white and silky smooth, and she has\nlovely, slender legs.

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No pants/trousers for her\nthough, always a skirt and blouse or a dress (with hems that never really\nconceal her stocking tops) and high heels. \nHowever, if you saw Mrs Jones shopping for groceries, you’d think her\npussy was dry and butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

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How wrong could you be?

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I never knew my dad, he’d left\nmy mom before I was born. It had been\njust the two of us when I was growing up. \n

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So why did I have some\ntrepidation about going back home to live with her? Mom has always had a nasty side to her. She doesn’t suffer fools gladly – me included\n– and she has a very sharp tongue. Even\nnow, if I said something she considered disrespectful, she’d slap my face and\nwhen I was small I remember her pulling down my pants and giving me a good\nspanking – anytime, any place.

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And she has always been indiscreet\nwhen it came to her body. When I was a\nkid she never stopped me from coming in or out of her bedroom when she was\ndressing or undressing. Nor did she shut\nthe toilet door when she needed to urinate. From a very early age I became\nfamiliar with my mothers naked and semi-dressed body.

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Boys being boys I guess, this\nall had a profound effect on me. I often\nfantasized at night in bed about her pussy and tits, jerking myself to\nsleep. I’d stay awake, waiting for her\nto take a leak and the sound of her pissing in the toilet. I’d get oh so hard\nand it would bring me to an instant orgasm as I visualised hot pee streaming\nfrom her pussy.

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And then I graduated to jerking off\nwhile sniffing her panties. I knew my desires were wrong but as I would never\nbe able to bury my face into my mother’s own pussy, I opted for the next best\nthing, inhaling the aroma of her soiled knickers.

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I’d go through her dirty laundry\nand find them; usually she wore lacy nylon panties. There I would be on my knees in her bedroom\nplaying with my erection and a pair of her soiled panties at my nose inhaling\nthe unique and very special scent of her pussy. These were special moments for\nme. They were my own mother’s underwear and they\nsmelt of her sex, the most intimate part of her body. Very simply, I’d bring them close to my nose\nand inhale the smell of my mother’s cunt. Is this what it would smell like if I\nwere to put my nose between her legs?

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At\nfirst the rancid smell of stale pussy had put me off, but it still excited me,\nand I was drawn back again and again to the laundry basket to feed my perverted\ndesires. I just loved to smell her\npanties and the stains I saw on the gusset excited me beyond belief as did\nfinding odd bits of her pubic hair there too. \n

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As I jerked\nmy self silly, sometimes 2 or 3 times a day, I would imagine her telling me to\nlick her pussy clean until hot white cum spurted from my immature cock.

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Sometimes, I’d sneak a pair of\nher panties into my room at night, put them on and lay in bed jerking into them\nand then in the morning put them back into the laundry basket assuming she\nwould never notice my cum on the already stained gusset

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This was because she maintained\nan active sexual life with a guy I knew as Uncle Dan. He wasn’t my uncle and I\nwasn’t supposed to know that he fucked my mom every now and again; after all he\nwas supposed to be a respectable married man. \nBut I once came home early from school and heard them fucking like\nrabbits upstairs in mom’s room.

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It was then I realised what some\nof the stains on her panties were Uncle Dan’s spunk. At first I’d been deeply jealous that another\nman fucked her, but then in my deepest and darkest fantasies, I got turned on\nby the idea and got aroused when I’d see his cum on her panties when I rummaged\nthrough the laundry basket the day after her lovemaking. I’d imagine his creamy\nsperm running out of my mom’s beautiful pussy into the gusset of her panties\nand that thought would mean even more jerking of my cock.

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When I got into my teens, she\nstill came into the bathroom while I was in there without knocking. I still\nremember the turning point in our relationship. It was when I was 18 years old,\nshe breezed into the bathroom when I was stark naked. I tried to cover myself\nup, but she pushed aside my towel and, tweaking the end of my cock, make some\nvery disparaging remarks about its size.

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‘You can tell you’re father’s\nboy, he had a girlie sized dick too! I don’t know how you’re ever going to\nsatisfy a girl with that pathetic little thing. Your father could never satisfy\nme!’

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At that point she stopped,\nlaughed, and gave my baby erection a hard slap and walked out.

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I ached in shame. I was very conscious how small my prick was\nin comparison to the boys at school, all of who sported cocks far bigger than\nmine.

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But it couldn’t have escaped her\nnotice that as she said these dreadful things to me, my pathetic little penis had\nstarted to become hard. After years of humiliation at her hands in front of\nfamily and friends and my arousal at the thought of her body had somehow got mixed\nup in my head – pain and shame equals sexual arousal. Although it was extremely\nhumiliating for me, it didn’t stop me from jerking straight away until cum\nspurted from my cock.

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It’s difficult from the outside\nto understand, but I actually enjoyed her humiliating me that way or at least\nit aroused me in a way I couldn’t hope to explain. It was a good thing that I\nloved my mom and the way she treated me badly sometimes, because this kind of\nincident continued from thereafter.

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And so life continued until one\nday she caught me jerking with a pair of her panties. I’d hadn’t heard her\nreturn home or come up the stairs. Pants around my ankles, I was caught in the\nact and had no place to hide.

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‘Alex! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!’ she screamed\nat me.

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I spluttered some incoherent\nreply, stuffing the offending panties back in the washing basket while trying\nto hide my pathetic erection.

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‘So, my little pervert of a son\nlikes his mom’s soiled panties does he?’

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‘Y...yes,’ I stammered. No point\nin denying the obvious. Even though I had passed my eighteenth birthday, red in\nthe face, I began to sob uncontrollably. \n‘I’m sorry mom, I’m really sorry.’

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‘You’re a pathetic little\nsissyboy. What are you?’

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‘A s…s…sissyboy mom,’ I\nstammered through my uncontrollable tears.

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She slapped my face. ‘Not a sissyboy, you little bastard, you’A\nPATHETIC LITTLE SISSYBOY!

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Still on my knees, I looked up\nat her towering over me with her hands on her hips and said, ‘A pathetic little\nsissyboy mom.’

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‘Yes, a pathetic little sissyboy\nwho likes to smell his mommy’s dirty panties! Well you’re going to have to be\npunished.’

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‘Please mom…no,’ I sobbed.

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She hitched up her skirt to\nreveal her stocking tops, suspenders and black lacy panties.

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Is that what you want to\nsee? Mommy’s pussy?’

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‘Yes mom,’ I sobbed.

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‘PERVERT!’ She screamed at me as\nshe slapped my face again. Then she lowered her panties to the level of her\nstocking tops. I was crying\nuncontrollably, but through my tears for the first time I could actually see\nher pussy in close up and I was mesmerised, I’d never been this close to a\nwoman’s pussy before and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

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‘That’s what a real woman’s\npussy looks like,’ she said with a sneer. I could see little globules of wet on\nher pussy lips. I could smell her too, a\nvery different smell from the dried stains of her panties that I had become\nused to in my jerking sessions.

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‘If you like the smell of\nmommy’s panties so much, stick your nose there in my panties while they are\nstill around my legs!’ she said, grabbing my hair and forcing my face and nose\ninto their crotch. I had already seen\nthey were dripping with her juices. Now\nmy face was buried deep in the goo that smeared the gusset of her panties. I didn’t just sniff the wonderful aroma, but\nlicked and sucked the gusset as she held my head down.

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Eventually she yanked my head\nback up. ‘Now take my panties off.’

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I slowly pulled her panties down\nand she stepped out of them. ‘Give to\nthem to me you pathetic little panty pervert!’ she said angrily.

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I did as I was told. Mom thrust\nthe panties into my nose. ‘Go on, have a\ngood sniff!’

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I held them to my nose and\ninhaled the sensual aroma of my mother’s own fresh pussy juices, my cock\nsticking out hard as a rock as I knelt in front of her. Then she grabbed my\nhair again and forced my face against her pussy. I sobbed again, in happiness and humiliation\nas her pubic hair ground into my face, her scent, that very special smell that\nwas unique to her, filled my nostrils.

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‘You’re a pathetic little pussy\nloving pervert!’ she screamed at me, grinding her moist cunt hard into my\nface. What are you?’

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I mumbled a reply from her goin.\n

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‘A PATHETIC LITTLE PUSSY LOVING\nPERVERT!’ she yelled, pushing my face harder to the point I couldn’t breath.

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Eventually her grip loosened and\nshe went and sat on the bed, her skirt still hitched up to reveal her\nstockings, suspenders and oh so beautiful pussy.

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‘Stand up and come here!’ she\nordered. ‘And keep those panties on your\nnose.’

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I came towards her. As I did so, she grabbed my erection and\npushed me so I was sideways on to her.

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‘I’ll teach you to masturbate\ninto my knickers you little bastard,’ she said. \n‘Don’t think I don’t know you jerk off into your mommy’s panties. I found a pair in your bed the other night.’

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Her grip on my erection\ntightened and she started to roughly masturbate me with her right hand. With\nher left, she spanked me – and hard.

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‘Please mommy, no…’ I sobbed,\ntears streaming down my cheeks, my face still in her panties.

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‘Go on you pervert, keep\nsniffing!’ she yelled. ‘Let me hear you sniff!’

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Although I felt utterly\nhumiliated, I was very aroused too and she knew it. Each slap on my ass hurt, but equally, I was\nvery aroused by the furious and rough jerking of my cock as I sniffed her most\nintimate of smells.

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It wasn’t long before my cum\nspurted out onto her hand. I couldn’t bear to look at her as she stood up and continued\nto hide my face in her panties. She\npulled them away and I looked down guiltily at my feet.

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Slowly she raised her hand that\nwas now covered in my spunk and forced it into my mouth and told me to lick.

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I sucked greedily on her wet\nfingers, tasting for the first time the salty and bitter taste of my own sperm.\nHow humiliating.

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‘Go to your room!’ she\nsaid. I slunk away, still unable to look\nher in the eye. I lay on my bed, crying into my pillow. But my tears stopped\nwhen I heard the sounds coming from her bedroom. My bedroom door was open and I could hear her\nbreathing deeply, breaths that were becoming increasingly laboured.

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I got off my bed and tip toed\nacross the landing. Mom had left her door open and through the crack I could\nsee her lying on her bed fingering herself to an orgasm. I watched in silence and felt my youthful\ncock become hard again. Although it was\nstill sore from her rough handling of it when she made me cum, I played with it\nand spurted a second time as she moaned loudly and orgasmed herself.

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Fearing she’d catch me again, I\nhurried quietly back to my room and fell into a deep sleep.

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Nothing more was ever said about\nthis incident, but mom was no less discrete in the way she dressed with me around.\nIf anything, she seemed to take more opportunities to flash her pussy or tits\naround the house.

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It wasn’t long after that I went\nto collage and began my adult life. I\nmet a girl, got a job and got married. \nBut even though I had a pretty young wife, the memory of my encounter\nwith mom that day stayed fresh in my mind. \nI started to buy magazines with pictures of older women flashing their\ndelicious pussies for the camera, but non-compared to the pussy of my mom and I\nwould often secretly jerk ff recalling that special moment when I actually had\nmy face pressed to her cunt.

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Then, my life changed. I was back home with mom and feeling very\nsorry for myself. My sex life with my ex\nhad dwindled to nothing (that’s because she’d taken a very macho lover, more\nabout that story another time). We\ndidn’t have children, so the divorce was swift and easy. Staying in my mom’s\nhouse while I got myself sorted out seemed like a good idea.

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Guess what? She still let me see glimpses of her pussy\nand tits around the house. Old habits die hard and it wasn’t long before I was\nvisiting the laundry basket again. She\nmay have gotten a lot older since my last rummages in there, but she still\ndressed smart and still wore nice lacy panties and lingerie. The dried juices\non her panties still smelt good too. And I wanted to have my face buried in her\ncunt again. This time I wanted to taste my mom’s pussy for real.

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But how could I approach the\nsubject? After much wrestling with my conscience, I decided to write her a\nletter and left it out on the kitchen table before I went to the office.

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“Dear Mom

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Do you remember when you caught me masturbating with your panties all\nthose years ago? We never talked about it, but I haven’t forgotten and I don’t\nsuppose you have either.

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Mom, it was the biggest turn on of my life and I want to make a\nconfession. I’m still very horny for your beautiful wet pussy.

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Since coming back home, I’ve been thinking about\nyour juicy wet pussy all the time. And I\nkeep jerking myself silly thinking about licking you down there.

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I know I’m a bad boy for thinking about\nmommy’s pussy in the way I do. Trouble is, you are a very sexy mum and\nthat’s why I get hard thinking about you. \n

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And although we both know its wrong, I think\nthe idea turns you on as much as it does me.

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Please let me lick your pussy mom. I beg you. \nI want to smell and taste my mommy’s pussy and make my mommy happy. I’m\nsure licking your pussy will please you and make you smile.

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Love

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Your perverted son.”

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The moment I drove off to the\noffice I began to have second thoughts. \nWhat had I just done? Was I\ninsane? For God’s sake, a grown man asking\nto lick his mom’s pussy?

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How would she react? Would she throw me out of her home? I was as nervous as a kitten, I really had no\nidea how she would respond to such a brazen statement of my secret desires.

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Needless to say, I secretly\nhoped she’d be mad at me and show it.

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When I got back home that night\nthere was no sign of mom. My stomach\nchurned anxiously. I went up to my room\nintending to get undressed and have a shower. As I started to undress, I\nnoticed a pair of mom’s panties on my bed. I went and picked them up. They were\nblack lace and heavily soiled with her juices…freshly soiled.

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I couldn’t believe it and held\nthem to my nose before starting to lick and suck the wetness from the gusset.\nIf I wanted an answer to my silly letter I had one. Then I sensed I wasn’t alone. I turned and mom was standing at the door of\nmy room. She was wearing a short brown\ndress with black stockings and heels. In her hands were a small flogger, a cat-o-nine\ntails by another name, and a wooden ruler.

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‘I always knew you were a\nsissyboy pussy loving pervert,’ she said with a sneer. ‘Down on your knees\nboy.’

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Willingly, I sunk to my knees\nand she walked slowly towards me.

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She stopped and slowly began to\nraise her skirt, higher and higher and I got to see her stocking tops properly,\nstretched taught across her shapely thighs. Then her panties came into full\nview, little black ones with a white gusset. \nSticking her thumbs in at their sides, she slowly lowered them to the\nmid point of her thighs so revealing her now more sparse and greying pubic\nhair.

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‘Is this what my little pervert\nof a son wanted to see?’

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‘Yes mom,’ I said shamefully.

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‘Does my sisyboy son still love\nhis mommy’s pussy?’

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‘Yes mom, I can’t stop thinking\nabout it. I’ve never stopped thinking about your pussy since…’ My voice trailed\noff. Although I was a grown man,\nsuddenly I felt like I was ten years old again.

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‘Then put your pathetic face\ninto the crotch of mommy’s panties while they are still around her legs.’

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‘Now?’

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‘Yes now you stupid little\nbastard, NOW! Put your nose right into\nthe crotch son and smell me, smell my sex!’

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I shuffled across the floor on\nmy knees until I was kneeling before her. \nI looked up and she looked down at me. \n

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Like she did all those years\nago, she pushed my face between her legs and forced my face into the heavily\nsoiled crotch of her damp panties. My cock was hard in a second and without\nfurther encouragement, I buried my nose in the material and unashamedly\nsavoured my mom’s most intimate bodily scents one more time.

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After what seemed like an\neternity in heaven, mom roughly pulled me away and, without removing her\nstilettos, stepped out of her panties, then clasped my face pushing it onto her\npussy. Only then did I realise how\nexcited she was by what had happened. I\ncould felt her pussy was soaking wet.

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Instinctively I wanted to bury\nmy tongue burrowed between the lips of her pussy and went to do so.

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‘Not yet, you pathetic little\npervert!’ my mother screamed at me. She\nbrought the little flogger down hard on my naked back. ‘You’re going to have to\nearn the right to kiss and clean mommy’s pussy.’

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She turned towards me. I looked longingly at her pussy. ‘My boy, my mommy\nloving pervert. So you silly little bastard, you want to be mommy’s pussy slave do\nyou?’

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‘Yes\nmom,’ I said shamefully, not daring to look in her eye. ‘I do. You don’t know how much I’ve\nmissed your pussy mom.’

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‘You\nsilly little wanker!’ she purred with a wicked smile. ‘You and your girlie sized\ncock deserved to be humiliated and punished!’

\n\n

She pulled my face to her pussy\nand held it there.

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‘Remember how I used to tweak\nyour puny little cock when you were in the shower?’

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‘Yes mom.’

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‘I’m going to have to teach you\nthere’s a penalty attached to being a mommy pussy lover,’ she said. ‘You want\nmommy’s pussy? Well, you are going to\nhave to do everything and anything your mommy asks you from now on. Is that\nunderstood?’

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‘Yes mom,’ I said from within\nher pubic bush.

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‘OK, then you may suffer at your\nleisure,’ she said. ‘Because now you\nhave agreed, there will be no turning back. You will be my pussy slave.’

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She turned around and leaning\nwith her hands against the chest of drawers, presented her backside.

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‘Let’s see what you’re really\nmade of; I want you to lick my asshole!’

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I’d never even contemplated\nlicking her asshole, not even in my wildest fantasies. Keeling behind her I\nsmothered the flesh of her buttocks with kisses.

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‘That isn’t good enough!’ she\nsneered. ‘I SAID I WANT YOU TO LICK MY ASSHOLE! \nGet your nose between my cheeks and smell it first!’

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Mom reached behind her and\npulled her cheeks to fully apart expose her little brown rosette. I moved my\nhead forward and pressed my nose against it.

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‘Breathe deep, smell mommy’s\ndirty little asshole.’

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Then she pushed her ass into my\nface. ‘Lick it!’

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Gently I circled her asshole\nwith my tongue. The flavour of her anus\nimmediately exploded on my taste buds and she moaned in obvious delight.

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‘Now put that tongue of yours\ninside my asshole, you pathetic little wretch!’

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Gaining confidence, my tongue\nprobed deeper, pushing inside her gammy hole. I dug as deep as I could, licking\nand sucking for all I was worth. And every time I probed, so she moaned in\ndelight and pleasure.

\n\n

‘You like the taste of my\nasshole don’t you?’ she asked contemptuously.

\n\n

‘Yes mom ,’ I replied.

\n\n

‘How humiliating is it for you\nto lick your own mother’s asshole?’ she asked turning towards me again. ‘Look\nme in the eyes and tell me!’

\n\n

I\ncouldn’t help it, but tears welled up in my eyes. As the tears rolled down my cheeks, she knew\nhow humiliated I felt. No words would ever describe the feeling. She knew what\nI wanted. And knew I wanted to be humiliated and hurt by her.

\n\n

‘You pathetic little pervert!’\nmy mother screamed at me and slapped my face and then brought the whip down\nhard on my naked back. She thrust her pussy towards me. ‘You may kiss me there\nson.’

\n\n

I started to smother the object\nof my desire with loving butterfly kisses. \n

\n\n

Pushing me away with a little\nlaugh, she went and sat on the bed. \n‘Come here,’ she demanded. I\nstood in front of her, naked and my erection all too obvious.

\n\n

Her right hand encircled and\nclasped my balls. Her sharp fingernails\nclawed my scrotum.

\n\n

‘Don’t you dare cum until I tell\nyou!’ she sneered.

\n\n

‘‘No mommy, I…I’ll try not to,’\nI said I wincing as she dug her talons deeper into my tender skin. ‘Please\nmommy, you’re hurting me!’

\n\n

‘Of course I’m hurting you! You\ndeserve to be hurt. And now you have confessed your sins, I am going to hurt\nyou many times Alex,’ she said. ‘Now and\nin the future I’m going to punish you because you need to be punished. You are\nnot just a little pussy loving pervert, you are a mommy loving pussy pervert\nand mommy knows your pathetic cock needs to be humiliated and punished for all\nthe times it got hard thinking of me. \nIt’s so small isn’t it? No wonder your wife left you!’

\n\n

Tears began to well in my eyes again;\nshe had no idea how close to the truth she was. \nWhen Carole, my ex, had gone off with the other man, her parting remark\nwas that he had a cock three times the size on mine, which satisfied her in a\nway that I never could.

\n\n

But then again, her pussy never\nexcited me in the way my mom’s did and now I was heading towards heaven.

\n\n

‘She reached for the wooded\nruler. If I hadn’t initially realised what it was for I did now. Still clasping my balls in an iron grip, she\nbrought the ruler down on my erection. \nAgain and again she hit it with the ruler. I winced and cried out, but she took no\nnotice.

\n\n

‘You are a silly little\nbastard. You are a sissy pussy loving\nlittle slut, she shouted as she hit me. ‘Well you are going to be mommy little\npussy slave from now on! Mommy’s silly\nlittle pervert.’

\n\n

The blows from the ruler on my\nhard cock only served to excite me even further…and she knew it.

\n\n

‘So what do you want most son?’\nshe asked with a superior air.

\n\n

‘You don’t know how much I want\nto taste you pussy mom,’ I said nervously.

\n\n

‘Get on your knees. You can watch mommy playing with\nherself. I knelt in front of her and was\nmesmerised by the sight of her playing with her clit and sticking her fingers\ninside her pussy.

\n\n

Then she stopped, making me lick\nher fingers. ‘Is that what my little pussy\nloving son wants. to taste his mommy’s pussy?’

\n\n

‘Yes, mommy, please mommy.’

\n\n

‘Then you can make mommy happy\nand lick her pussy clean,’ she said, pushing my head down towards her cunt. ‘At\nlong last my sissy boy son has his wish granted.’

\n\n

I didn’t wait to be told a\nsecond time. I buried my face into mom’s\npussy, licking her clit and deep inside of her wetness, tasting my, smelling\nher and savouring her sex.

\n\n

She moaned appreciatively and\nlaid back on the bed as I unashamedly adored and worshipped her powerful and by\nnow, very wet pussy. She grabbed my\nhair, directing me and pulling my face this way and that into her moistness as\nshe writhed with unashamed pleasure.

\n\n

I knew that my pleasure from now\non would be giving her pleasure, safe in the knowledge that I’d be punished if\nI didn’t get it right. Indeed, once or\ntwice she sat up and lashed my back with the whip. ‘Do it right you pathetic\nlittle bastard!’ she screamed at me.

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Suddenly her breathing became quicker\nand I felt her shudder. She yelled out as she orgasmed in my face. I didn’t lick her any more, but stayed gazing\nat her pussy, her wonderful old pussy, the sight of which gave me so much\npleasure.

\n\n

‘On the floor face up!’ she\nordered.

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As she rolled off the bed and\ngot up, I went to lay face up on the floor. \nHands on hips, she towered over me, directly above my face, her dress\nhitch slightly. I looked up at her\nexposed pussy under her dress.

\n\n

‘This is a special test son,’\nshe said quietly. ‘Fail this and you\nwill never ever lick my pussy again. \nUnderstood?’

\n\n

I nodded as she gradually began\nto lower herself to a crouch and then went onto her knees. I couldn’t believe it; she was going to sit\non my face.

\n\n

In a moment I was being\nsmothered by mom’s beautiful pussy. She\npushed down hard on my face, almost preventing me from breathing. It seemed to amuse her, to feel me struggling\nfor breath below. She rode my face,\noblivious to me, using my nose and mouth as a human machine to satisfy\nher. Then I felt something inside her\ncontract. I didn’t realise what was\nhappening for a moment. Then I tasted\nthe first few salty drops.

\n\n

‘Drink my piss. Drink every last drop my son or else!’ she\ncommanded.

\n\n

A trickle became a stream and my\nmouth was flooded with her urine. I gulped it down as fast as I could, but it\nkept on coming, I drank as much as I could but some of it spilled over my face\nand onto the floor. After what seemed an eternity the flow of piss ceased and I\nspluttered and coughed as she climbed off of my face.

\n\n

‘There, did you like your old\nmom’s piss?’ she asked.

\n\n

‘’Yes mom, yes…’ I sobbed, quite\novercome with emotion. Ashamedly, to be\nmy mom’s human toilet was as pleasurable for me as it was humiliating.

\n\n

‘Then you will be my daily\ntoilet slave from now on. Every time I\nwant to take a leak, you will open your mouth and drink it.’

\n\n

‘Y...y…yes mom I stammered.

\n\n

‘You didn’t do a very good job\ndid you?’ she said. ‘I’m going to have\nto punish you in a very special way for letting my pee spill on the floor.’

\n\n

She turned around and lowered\nherself onto my face again. ‘Lick my asshole!’ she commanded.

\n\n

‘I readily began to lick and did\ndeep into her anus with my tongue. Then\nI winced, my yelp was because of the stinging pain in my genitalia, but my cry\nwas effectively stifled by her ass. Mom had brought the small flogger down hard\nonto my cock and balls. Again and again\nshe lashed out with the whip. The\nsensation was out of this world. I\ndidn’t know until then the pleasure that can come from the pain and humiliation\nof a cock.

\n\n

‘Your cock is PATHETIC!’ she\nscreamed as the blows landed one after the other. ‘A pathetic girlie sized cock that could\nnever ever satisfy a real woman. Only a\nMOTHER could love it!’

\n\n

Had she kept up the blows and\nverbal abuse I think I would have cum, but eventually she stood up. And then turning towards me again said, ‘My\npoor little Alex. Now you mommy is going\nto fuck you.’

\n\n

I couldn’t believe what mom was\ndoing. She slowly lowered herself down and onto my rock hard cock and let it\nand slip into her pussy. My erection by now was oh so sore, but as I slid into\nher, the wetness of mom’s pussy was like a soothing\nbalm and the most natural thing in the world.

\n\n

She\nrode me, rocking back and forth and as she did so, tweaked my nipples\nhard. I couldn’t hold back for long. I\nwas in heaven, my mom was fucking me and I squirted my sperm deep into her\nloving pussy.

\n\n

Afterwards\nshe hugged me and gave me a little kiss on my lips. The kiss became a long and passionate\none.

\n\n

‘I\nlove you mom,’ I said.

\n\n

‘And I\nlove my pussy loving pervert,’ she said with a thin smile. ‘And over time, you\nwill show me just how much REALLY you love your mom and my pussy.’

\n\n

Photos and videos of the woman\nwho inspired these stories can be found at:

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http://www.clips4sale.com/studio/13901\n& http://images4sale.com/store/13901

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The author does not condone incestuous\nrelationships in real life, but recognises it is a common fantasy and one\nshared by many. This series of stories\nare based on real events IN ROLE PLAY SESSIONS between consenting adults.

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