Mommy woke me up by running her hand over the soft skin of my ass. I was still wearing the black lace bustier, garters, and stockings from the night before. "You just can't get to bed without a butt-fucking, can you?" I mewled. "I thought I could take a half day today but I got a call. I have to go in. But not before I take that beautiful ass of your again." I rolled over and saw Mommy was wearing my toy strapped to her waist. She reached out and cupped my shaved penis and balls. I gasped from her cold hand but was soon moaning. "I bet, if I get your little-girl-clit swollen enough, you'll beg for my cock." I smiled and said nothing. "How's my hand making you feel?"
"It feels really good, Mommy."
"Your clit?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Do you want to fuck your Mommy."
My clit swelled at her words. "Please?"
"Do you want Mommy to fuck you?"
"Yes," I said hesitantly.
"Don't you want to feel that again, baby? To feel my cock sliding in and out of your fuckhole, to feel me inside you, to feel helpless and mine? Don't you want a nice dick in your ass?" I shifted on the bed. "Do you want Mommy to rub your little-girl-clit while she pounds that cute ass of yours? Do you want to invite your friends over so they can watch?"
"Oh, Mommy," I groaned, my eyes rolling back in my head as she rubbed my erect clitty.
"Mommy wants to take your ass."
"I know," I gasped.
"I want to fuck my very own daughter."
"Mommy," I whined.
"Making love to you will feel so good, baby." She released my dick and slid two fingers under me, into me, and began jerking off my ass. It was slightly uncomfortable but I didn’t complain. "You're so tight, baby, so tense. Would a nice, long fuck with Mommy help you relax?"
"I don't want to fuck," I gasped.
"Oh? What do you want?"
"I want to cum."
"Is that right?"
I started bucking my hips against her fingers, ignoring the pain of her nails, enjoying the thought of getting fingered like a girl as much as the actuality. The bucking ground the walls of my fuckhole against her invading fingers and soon I was moaning and yipping like a small dog. "I want to fuck and cum. I want to fuck and cum. I want my Mommy . . ." I held the words back.
Mommy leaned down between my spread legs and kissed me, her fingers massaging my ass, her breasts on my chest. "My baby," she said. "You feel like my baby?"
"I'm baby," I said, staring fearfully up into her loving eyes and I continued to undulate my hips. "I'm baby getting fucked."
She shook her head. "Not yet, but you will be."
"Mommy?"
"Baby?"
"I love getting fucked. I want that cock in my ass." Her hand brushed around my dick. "Fuck me, Mommy!"
"You want your Mommy to fuck you?"
"Yes, Mommy!"
"Do you really want your very own Mommy to fuck her dick into your ass and take you?"
"Please!!!"
"Tell me why."
"Because I need a dick! I need a fucking cock!"
"Show me where," she said and withdrew.
I lifted my legs and spread my butt-cheeks. I looked up at her and she shook her head so I flipped over on my knees, resting my head on the ridiculously large mound of pillows atop my rose covered duvet. I spread my ass with my hands.
"Tell me one more time what you want."
"I want my Mommy to fuck me." When she said nothing I withdrew my hands and folded them under my head and began waggling my ass back and forth, whining slightly. "Please?"
"Yes?"
"My ass needs it."
"What do you need?"
"I need to get fucked by my Mommy."
"You know the magic words." She positioned herself behind me as I continued to whine and whimper. Her cold, lubed cockhead found its sweetspot and I gasped as she slid into my ass, unable to process that I was helplessly getting fucked by my own Mommy as her rhythm increased, unable to understand I was hers until her hips began to smack against my ass. Then something tightened inside me.
"God, Mommy! Fuck!" She didn't respond, just continued to fuck me at a leisurely pace. "Mommy, I like that fucking cock. Yeah, I like that fucking cock in me. I forgot how my Mommy's cock can make my shitter feel so good. Mommy? Oh, fuck. Mommy? I'm going to fucking cum on your big, hard fucking cock." My ass tightened and tightened, spasming, but growing ever tighter. My voice rose in pitch. "I love my Mommy's cock. I fucking love my Mommy's fucking cock in my ass. I love that dick. I want a cock in my fucking ass!" Mommy reached her hand around my thigh. My little girl clit had grown soft and didn't grow when she began twisting the head of it back and forth, but I screamed. "Fuck me!!!!!!!"
"You slut."
"Fuck me!!!" I began to swell in her hand. "Fuck me!!!! Fuck me!!!" Mommy cock screwed my shitter faster and faster as my orgasm mounter, pushing me up the bed, burying my head into the mound of pillows. I grabbed one and threw it off the bed to get back in position to receiving her pounding cock. Her hand returned to my clit and I screamed again, shrieking, "Fuck!!!! Fuck!!!!! Fuck!!!!"
"Not so dirty."
"I love your cock!!"
"Now you know how I feel about you, baby."
"Christ!!!" I squirted my cum on the duvet but Mommy didn't stop fucking me. "Mommy," I whimpered.
"Baby."
"I love you."
"I know. I can tell. All good girls cum when they get fucked by people they love."
"I love you, Mommy."
"And I love fucking your hot, tight ass." She began pounding my fuckhole as fast as she could and I hunkered back down to accept her invasion, my ass twitching around her ramming cock. Soon, I was panting and groaning again but softly to keep from encouraging her. I lay there and watched my alarm clock, occasionally unable to stifle a whine or gurgle for ten minutes before I began yammering softly, saying things I couldn't understand as more cum ran from my clit. She fucked me for ten more minutes at her furious pace, then slowed to long, slow strokes, then finally stopped. "I've got to get to work, baby," she said, pulled out, and rolled me over. She sucked my cum off my clit then rose to her knees and smiled. She lifted the duvet and swatted the shit from her cock. "But first, I want you to suck my dick." Sitting down crossed-legged, she said, "Like I showed you, baby."
"Okay, Mommy," I said with a numb smile and crouched down over her dick as she lay back. I exhaled slowly on the inside of her thighs, teasing them with my tongue, then moved to her lower stomach when she leaned back on straight arms, watching me. I ran my tongue then my mouth up and down her cock, kissing it, smelling the heady aroma of my ass. I kissed its head, flicking my tongue about it and Mommy reached out with her hand and slowly but firmly urged me downwards almost the entirety of her cock was in my mouth. I was gagging.
"Breathe through your nose and relax. Take it into your tummy, not your lungs. Just open your throat."
I stopped gulping in air from around her cock and began to pant through my nose, my asshole beginning to twitch. Slowly, my Mommy's cock pressed down into my throat and with an inch of it past my tonsils.
"Swallow, sweetie, again and again." Her hand wouldn't let me up and I did as she asked, my throat muscles rippling around her dick. "You're such a good slut. Your friend from last night would have loved that." She gripped my hair in her fist. "My own son, decked out in women's lingerie, learning how to suck cock from his Mommy. This is a dream come true, baby." She lifted my head up. "Do the D-shape. Let Mommy help." Her first tugged my hair and I planted my hands flat on the mattress as she took my mouth, fucking it lower and lower onto her cock with each rotation till it was pressing into my throat. I gagged and coughed but she continued until I relaxed and accepted that it was her dick and I was to suck it as she demanded. I wrapped my arms around the back of her ass and held onto her as she began to fuck my face, screwing up into my mouth in time with my bobbing head. "That's what men like, baby." I began to flush all over, my dick hard against the bed, grinding it in as I began to enthusiastically suck Mommy's hard dick, tasting my ass and loving it. When Mommy let go of my hair, I began to minister my attention to the head of her dick, relaxing and catching my breath. "I wish I could cum in your mouth."
"Yes, please," I said and immediately returned to her dick. I began stroking it in and out of my mouth again with Mommy gently bucking in time.
"We'll find you a boyfriend who can." My dick was rock hard. "Mommy would love to see you get fucked, baby. Can you imagine that, getting taken by a nice young man, having your ass used to gratify his cock while Mommy watched from the closet. I bet you wouldn't be able to think about anything but how happy I was for you. Like I am now. I love you so much." I began to gurgle and Mommy grasped my hair again and forced the whole length of her cock in my mouth and I came, helplessly nursing at the dick in my throat. When she released me, I lifted my head and gazed into her eyes, dazed. "My good little slut," she said with a soft smile. "I have to hurry and get dressed now. Get a shower and put on a pair of panties and practice your steps for me. We'll dance when I get home. Oh, and baby, we're making you a friend. I want so, so much to see you take a boy's dick."
"Mommy," I whined.
She chuckled airily. "Don't worry. He won't tell if you won't." I stumbled and almost fell when I climbed out of bed. I hurried to the bathroom and instinctively sat down to pee. I stripped and started the shower. "I love you, babe," I heard from the hall as I climbed in, feeling slightly humiliated through the worn out, well-fucked soreness. But it was what Mommy wanted.
I put on my dress and panties and lay numbly on my side on the sofa and watched television for two or three hours before finally playing with myself. I came for Mommy and then rose to practice my steps, stepping forward and back, twirling, bending as far backward as I could without falling as the noon sun fell through the curtains that late August. My mind wandered as I practiced, to what I knew was true, that I was Mommy's slut, and a slut too for wanting to sleep with other women. That was what made me a slut, that Mommy and I both knew I would do with another woman what I did with her. I decided that if my dick belonged in my Mommy's pussy, that I should avoid fucking anyone and should only let myself be fucked, that I would be a good girl that way. Or at least a good boy. It was a riddle that didn't make sense. If I wanted to be a good girl, I couldn't be Mommy's slut who let other boys fuck her, which was what I knew I wanted. Then I understood that this was what Mommy was helping me become, that I had to trust her. My dick rose and I sat on the carpet to play with it again, bobbing forward and back. I somehow knew I wasn't supposed to cum, that I had to call Mommy and get answers. I grabbed the phone in the kitchen and dialed her.
"Mommy, what am I?"
"Oh, baby," she gasped. "You're whatever you want to be."
"Am I your slut?"
"When you want to be."
"I want to be your good girl, Mommy."
"Oh, but you are. Don't you see that you're a good girl who likes to feel desired, who likes to be encouraged to be the slut you truly are. It's both, honey. You're good, with a wild side. And I love it."
"Should I fuck other girls?"
"Is that what you want?" she asked in a flat voice.
"I don't know," I whined. "I know my dick only belongs in your pussy so maybe if I let them fuck me. Would that be okay?"
"Men can do that, sweetie."
"Mommy . . ."
"We'll see. We'll see. We have our whole lives ahead of us. This is forever, remember? You'll always be my son and mothers and sons never fall out of love with each other."
"Mommy?"
"Baby," she panted.
"I need to put my dick back inside you. I need to put it back in the only place it belongs. I miss your pussy so much, Mommy."
I heard a rhythmic thudding sound. "Baby, why don't you explain it to me while you touch yourself?"
"I am, Mommy."
"That's a good boy. Tell me what worries you. Trust Mommy."
"I do. I should. I know I should. I should love and trust my Mommy because she's the only woman who loves me like a son and wants the best for me, wants me to become what I want to be, wants me to love who I am. I want my Mommy to show me. Tell me, Mommy? Tell me what I want to be."
"You want to be my good girl."
"Yes, Mommy."
"You want to be my dancing partner."
"I do, Mommy."
"You want to be a slut for my cock."
"Yes, Mommy."
"You want to bury your dick in your home and pump out every last bit of your cum."
"I do, Mommy. I do."
"You do."
"Yes." I paused, understanding. "I do."
"That's a good boy. Now tell me you love me and you can cum."
"I love you Mommy! I love my Mommy! I want to fuck my fucking Mommy! I need you so bad, Mommy! So bad!"
"Mommy loves you."
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I almost fell off the kitchen stool as I came.
"Mommy's got to run, sweetheart. We'll talk tonight. Do you feel okay with everything?"
"Yes, Mommy," I whined.
"I wish I had more time. I love you more than you know. Bye, baby."
I did my chores after getting off the phone, taking a break to head up to Mommy's bedroom where there was a full-length mirror to look at myself in my dress. I danced in front of the mirror, watching the fabric hug my hips and thighs, the cut-out panels on the sides revealing my pale flesh. I'd had enough of having a dick in my ass for the day. Well, until Mommy got home that night. I grabbed the bag of lingerie from my dresser and began to tuck it away, all the panties in one of the top drawers and the other stuff beneath it. I withheld a few things to try on, admiring myself in the mirror again, but in the end, I settled for just a pair of panties. I was startled to hear footfalls in the hallway and looked out of Mommy's bedroom to see her walking towards me with a smile. "Come to bed," she said with a smile and motioned me into my bedroom. Just like the day before, she stripped beside the bed and lay back onto the pills, grabbing the backs of her knees and lifting her legs. I pulled off my panties and crawled up between then. "You're such a good boy," she said, stroking the back of my head. Her eyes bulged, the tendons stood out on her neck, and she bobbed her head up and down on the pillow as I slid into her.
"I love you Mommy. Good boys always cum in their Mommies. I love fucking my Mommy! Mommy! I love your pussy so much. I'm your baby boy, Mommy. Your own little boy is fucking you. That's your little boy's dick that's making you cum. I'm scared, Mommy. I love you so much, but I'm to scared." I continued to fuck her pussy as the fear mounted till I withdrew and lay on her arm and began to nurse. I found peace at her breast. My mind blank, I suckled as I held to her limp form, my dick soft and wet on her leg. "I need you, Mommy." She only moaned in reply. When I began to whimper into her breast, I detached myself and spread her legs.
"Fuck me, baby," she whispered.
Her pussy was so tight around my dick. She must not have had a toy of her own or had sex with anyone in some time, the way it held me, the way I could feel it clutching my cock. Soft and wet in parts, with muscles that clung to me as I fed my little-boy dick to it, to her, consumed by the knowledge that I was inside my Mommy's pussy, that my dick was inside my Mommy's pussy, that I was fucking my Mommy, my very own Mommy. It was so right. I was made to fuck her. She made me to fuck her, made my dick so I could come home again, so I could come home to the one place my dick belonged, so I could feed her cum to her pussy, the cum she made in me. But it scared me, losing so much of myself to her, more and more each time I came inside her, becoming more and more hers. I fought through the fear that surfaced when my astonished pleasure that I was fucking my Mommy faded to my mounting orgasm. Mommy came and came beneath me the whole while. I bucked atop her. "Mommy!" I screamed. "I'm going to cum in you, Mommy! Your little boy is going to cum in you! I'm going to cum in my Mommy! I love you! I love my Mommy!!" My voice betrayed little of my arousal. It had a euphoric glee to it that was detached from my burgeoning desire, but so revealing of how much I loved fucking my Mommy. "I love cumming in my Mommy!" I cried in high-pitched rapturous joy as I felt my cum begin to run out of my cock in a soft orgasm as I continued to feed it to her pussy. The world disappeared and everything I had ever wanted, everything I could want, and all I would ever want was given me. When my orgasm subsided, I pulled out of her pussy. Seeing it beneath me, my passion unslaked, I fell into it, licking and sucking as Mommy sighed. I didn't feel her cum, but after I withdrew, she smiled at me.
"I have never, ever been licked like that before," she said. I climbed up into her, pulling my dress back down over my ass. "Do you want to cook or clean?"
"Clean, Mommy." She rolled to her feet and dressed. I followed her down into the kitchen. "Can I have some wine?"
"Sure, baby. Open a bottle. And pour Mommy a scotch. Just a bit." I set my wine before me and her scotch at the opposite end of the island in the kitchen. "And cross your legs," she said with a smile. "Even when you're wearing panties, you need to do that. No, completely. It might pinch, but you'll get used to it." She was rummaging around in the freezer. "Let's avoid cooking and cleaning tonight." She pulled a frozen lasagna from the freezer and read the side and then set the oven. "Let's go practice. Bring your wine." She turned on the stereo and tapped her phone till the room filled with Salsa music. Holding me close, she danced the simple steps we had learned in slow motion. My eyes were even with her lips and I gazed up into hers as she whispered to me and brushed her lips against mine.
"You're everything," I confessed.
"You're mine."
I nodded.
"What are you wearing under your dress, sweetie?"
"Just panties."
"Which ones?"
"Black lace."
"Take them off." She dipped me. "No, better yet, let me." Mommy dropped to her knees and lifted my dress up to my waist and slid my panties down. I stepped out of them. "You really seem to enjoy nursing. Would you like to?" I nodded. "Then sit on the sofa." I did as I was told. "Hike your dress up, baby." I did, revealing my already hard dick. My Mommy opened her blouse and hiked her own skirt up and straddled my lap. My head was right on level with her breasts and I buried myself in them, latching onto the left one first, drawing as much of it as I could into my mouth then forcing it back out again with my tongue, which didn't leave her nipple. Mommy shirted and I felt her pussy envelop me. She reached her arms under mine and leaned forward, holding me to her. She didn't ride me, just held me inside of her as I nursed. My dick twitched in her warm pussy as I drank what milk she had made. I began to rock my hips, grinding them into her. "Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh," she murmured and I stopped. I was in heaven, numb and smothered, consumed by need, shaking like a leaf as I suckled at Mommy's breasts. I began to whine and whimper and my dick twitched faster, letting me feel more of my Mommy's pussy as it pressed against the walls wrapped in blood vessels or sinew or I knew not what.
Mommy flooded my crotch and I moans, "I love you, Mommy."
"You always will. I want you to always remember this. This, now. I want you to remember this and touch yourself thirty years from now. It's my job to make sure that you do." She leaned forward, smothering me further. I squealed and squealed but couldn't cum. "Lose yourself in me. Forget yourself. Forget everything. Your dick isn't in my pussy. It's home. Don't worry, baby. You'll get another chance to do this. I promise. I promise you everything you want from my body, my heart, and my shuddering, fearful soul. I love you." The last came out in a hiss. Gradually, I relaxed and my body sagged. Oblivion followed. My every need was being met. My dick was in my Mommy's pussy. It was home, and her breast was in my mouth. Every dream I'd had paled to this, and Mommy knew it, knew what she was giving me. I hoped. When the cum oozed forth from my dick in another pleasureless orgasm � I didn't care that it was pleasureless. The real pleasure was cumming in my Mommy, not the orgasm. She continued to hold me tight as I relished her breast in my mouth and my hot cum around the head of my dick in her warm pussy. When she finally pulled away, there were bright red marks around each of her nipples.
She smiled at me. "I want to film you again. Not like before, but an interview. I want to ask you questions and have you answer. But first, baby, do you mind if Mommy sucks your cock?" I shook my head and she descended it on it. I lay, slouched in the sofa, drained and at peace, while Mommy nursed tenderly, gently, slowly at my dick for a half hour, quietly submitting to the torture of her blowjob. The timer on the oven beeped before I came. We headed upstairs to my bedroom shortly after eating and lay nude together and talked until drifting off to sleep. I woke alone and jerked off, basking in my love for Mommy.