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 I can't think of anything to do right now, so I thought I'd write a
pornographic story.  I don't have a word processor on this computer -- my
dad bought a new laptop and took his activation of Microsoft Office away.
So, rather than downloading Open Office, I thought I'd write it here since
all I really need is a spell-checker.

   I wish I had someone to ask for a fantasy to serve as the basis for the
story.  I'm sick of all of mine.  Maybe something to do with a prostitute.
Honestly, lately, when I masturbate, I generally start of by thinking of
myself cross-dressed with a guy then switch over to mommy stuff halfway
through.  I think I know.  Here goes nothing.

   "You look great, dear."

   "Thank you, Mommy." I stood in front of the mirror, putting the
finishing touches on my makeup.  I was already going to be five minutes
late.  Tossing my lipstick into my purse and checking it for my license, I
trotted downstairs for my keys and turned to say goodbye.

   "I can't get over how beautiful you are.  He'll think so too.  I swear."

   "You're going to make me blush.  I'll call later and tell you how it
goes." My heels clipped on the sidewalk outside my condo on the way out to
the car.  One of my neighbors was getting something out of her trunk and
she gave me a knowing smile.  Climbing into my car, I cut on music so I
didn't talk to myself to calm down and pulled out of my spot.

   I was meeting Peter in a bar at the airport Hilton.  It was a Tuesday
evening.  I was dreading the crowd.  A blind date, set up over the internet
then over the phone when I talked dirty to him till he came, then told him
it was a shame to waste it on his tummy because my ass could hold it much
longer.  I hadn't been inside the bar before.  It was mostly empty.  Eyes
turned towards me and I took a deep breath, concentrating on floating
across the room to Peter, who hadn't noticed me come in.  When I approached
him, he hopped off his stool.  "You're what I expected," I said in a near
whisper.  "Eager.  Do you want me to suck your cock out in the parking lot
first or should we have a drink?" He just stared.  I raised my eyebrows. 
"I want a shot of jizz." I held out my hand then literally reached out and
took his and led him from the bar.  He pointed out his truck and we both
climbed in.

   "Mommy's going to love this too," I said, kissing him, glad he didn't
pull back -- I'd spent two years growing my hair out and with a pretty
face, well . . .  I climbed over his lap and we made out briefly as I undid
his pants.  I was tempted to devour his prick but instead gave him cradled
it as softly as I could and nursed at it, trying to torture him by bringing
him to a slow climax.  He was young, 22, and he didn't leak.  But he did
cum.  I'd never had a man cum in my mouth before.  After my first swallow
of his hot slime, I held the rest and straddled his lap again, dipping my
head in to brush lips, sticking my tongue out to let him taste his own
seed, teasing him into eating it from my mouth like a baby bird.

   "I need something to wash that down with, handsome.  Drinks are on you."
I patted his chest and climbed off him.  And, before you say it or even
think otherwise, I'm your whore."

   We sat at the bar inside and my friend ordered a gin and tonic, I
suspected to seem mature.  The bartendress turned to me.  "Quadruple
bourbon.  Straight to the rim."

   "Let me see if I can find a four ounce glass for you," she said with a
wink.

   "What do you do when you're not here?" I asked Peter.

   "I've never been here before."

   "Then it should be an easy question to answer."

   He just stared at me.

   "I sometimes fuck my mother."

   He raised his eyebrows.

   "It's not something I would recommend doing.  On one hand, there's
always something in your life you can have sex with.  On the other, it's
not something you break off once you start.  I don't think there are many
women who can truly understand that I'll always need to fuck my mommy, that
her pussy is the only place my dick truly belongs.  You see . . ." Our
drinks arrived and I downed mine in a gulp.  "Smooth.  You see, Peter,
there'll never be another woman in your life like your mother, and after
screwing her for a while, you realize that good boys only come for their
mommies.  I wonder why you're smiling but I won't ask.  Point is, screwing
some other slut, even if I loved her, just wouldn't feel right.  And,
really, I'm doing this because of that, because I know how proud and happy
for me Mommy is that I'm becoming the whore I've always wanted to be.  Pay
for our drinks and drive me home?"

   The room was candle-lit when we walked in.  I retrieved the bottle of
anal lube from the downstair bathroom.  "Take off your clothes and have a
seat." I motioned to a plush leather arm chair.  Hiking my skirt up and
straddling him, larger than him, we kissed some more while I fondled him.
Then I lifted my skirt to show him my shaved penis, which was on the large
side, uncircumcised, and very hard.  "You've made my clitty all swollen. 
Let's at least give my pussy some relief." I lubed him and fit him to the
entrance to my hole, which had been cleaned out with an enema before I
left. Sinking on to him, I shuddered, but didn't hesitate in engulfing him
in my ass, my toy being quite a bit larger than him.  He moaned with me
three times as my boy-pussy contracted around his cock.  "One more," I
said, and leaned back, holding onto his hands.  When my head reared back
and I moaned the fourth time, he came.

   "Do you want to talk or get on the laptop?  We don't need to talk." I
looked down and saw the neediness in his eyes.  "Oooh.  Baby." I leaned
forward and let my body wrap as well around his as I could, my cock,
slightly softened from my ass-fucking, pressed against his stomach.  "Mommy
loved that so much.  I looked into his eyes and kissed him passionately. 
"Make believe we have all the time in the world.  What else do you need
from me?  Don't be shy."

   "Can I see you naked?"

   "I thought you'd never ask.  Of course you can, sweetheart." I stood up
and stripped my dress off my head, revealing $90 of sheer lingerie
underneath.  Returning to the chair beside him, I put his had on my fucker
and he massaged it softly.  "Do you want to suck it?" He nodded.  "No way,
no day.  I told you, good boys only cum for their mommies." He continued to
massage me for a minute then I rose from the chair, motioning him to wait.
I trotted upstairs, still in my heels, feeling the cum and lube leaking out
of my shitter.  Smiling at how much Mommy loved me, I retrieved a pair of
pearl silk panties with floral lining around the legs and waist and
returned to find Peter standing.  I knelt before him and wrapped the
panties around his cock.  Half hard already, it grew quickly as I
masturbated him.  When his hips began to twitch, I smiled.  "Cum in Mommy's
panties, dollbaby." He shot and shot.  Without waiting, I bent over and
grabbed my ankles.  "Now eat my pussy, lover.  Eat your mommy's pussy." He
fell to his knees and I gasped as, for the first time, a tongue entered my
fuckhole.  Obedient to the core, he didn't stop till I stood.  I smiled at
his erection.  "Well, what is there left to do?" I paused, pretending to
think.  "Go bend over the table."

   I lubed myself very lightly and forcefully pushed into him.  He was
whining and begging me to stop, but I ignored him, knowing he would
remember the pain fondly later.  Once inside him, I reached around and
grabbed his balls with one hand, cupping the firmly, and his well-used fuck
toy with the other.  It took a little work to get it hard after what I had
put him through, but he eventually was pushing back against me.  "Full of
mommy's cock," I muttered.  He groaned but didn't cum for twenty minutes.

   I pulled out of him with a pop.  "Well, Peter, that concludes our casual
sex for the evening.  You have my number.  Please don't come back until
you're horny, and don't ever drop by at 2am without forty-five minutes of
notice and a friend.  Don't worry about it being awkward.  When he sees me
crawl across the floor to suck your cock, he won't leave.

   Peter dressed and I kissed him at the door, exiting with him and locking
it behind us.

   "Your car?" he asked.

   I shook my head.  "Good night." Mommy moved into my condo complex after
retiring so we could be close.  I didn't ring her bell, but used the key
I'd made.  All the lights were off.  Upstairs, when I woke her, I only
said, "Your whore wants to cum for you."

   "Was it good?"

   I nodded and climbed into bed.  Stripping her clothes off, I entered her
and remained stock still while I whined, "Mommy!  Mommy!  Mommy!  I love
you, Mommy!  Thank you for letting me come home.  Thank you for letting me
feed your pussy my little boy dick again!  Mommy!" As I cried, cum ran from
my penis in steady streams while she contracted around me.  I was losing my
erection.  "Take your cum that you made in me, Mommy.  It's yours.  There's
more.  Please accept it.  It's for you.  It's all for you.  Mommy!  Mommy!
Mommy!!!!  I love you!!"

   "I love you too.  So, so much."

   I thrust a few times.  "I'm going to cum for my Mommy.  I'm going to cum
for my Mommy," I said, off in another world, then pulled out of her, and
intertwined our legs.  She humped against me as I buried my face in her
breasts, nursing on one nipple then the other, playing with myself.  She
moaned with me and I quivered.  Finally, I rolled over onto my back and she
propped herself beside me and watched my face and dick as I masturbated.

   "I love you," she said.  "You're so beautiful.  I'm so happy for you."

   "I'm a good whore.  I finally know I'm a good whore.  And a good boy.  I
didn't cum, not once.  Good boys only cum for their Mommies." I repeated
this again and again, growing soft, "Good boys only cum for their Mommies
while she massaged my chest, finally choking me.  "We're forever.  I'll
always cum for you.  I'm going to . . .  Cum . ..  For . . .  My Mommy."

   "Good boy."

   "I'm cumming for you Mommy, I'm cumming for my Mommy, cumming," the last
came out in a plaintive, miserable keen and I didn't even twitch as I
underwent a pleasureless climax.  "I came for my Mommy.  I'm a good boy."

   "You sure did."

   We embraced, with my mouth on level with her breasts, to slurp at her
nipples until we fell asleep in each other's arms.