Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. >Author: Linard ignius Title: My slutty Putul Part: Ch. 1 My mother, my Putul Universe: Dolcett (Eastern spices) Summary: I exploit my mother's secret masochistic desires, intent on making her mine. Keywords: M/F, inc, rom, mdom, mother, son Disclaimer: This a work of complete fantasy set in another world. If that is not apparent to you, then you need urgent psychiatric help. I do not condone violence towards other humans. This story contains all manners of violence, torture and deviancies, if that is not your cup of tea, I suggest you turn back now. ------------------------------------------- -The beautiful is always bizarre. - -* Charles Baudelaire -------------------------------------------- My mother Putul Das is the strongest, most loving and the kindest person I have ever known, she is also the woman who has been the focus of all my sexual attention and desires for most of my post pubertal life. She was quite young when she had me, a young lass of seventeen, just finishing high school. From what little I did know of her back then, she was a somewhat good looking, short but voluptuous girl, very hard working and studious. Her parents, being the complete jackasses that they were, were infuriated about her sudden pregnancy, yet, she never told anyone who the father was. Those days, being an unmarried mother was taboo in society at large. Still, being the strong and brave girl that she always has been, she worked hard and got her nursing degree while living at her grandparents and raising me at the same time. Being raised by her was the best any kid could ever hope for, I always remember her with an eternally shining smile, even as she worked herself to her bones to support both of us, her hard life becoming evident on her features as time went on. Because of all her hard work and unconditional love, I never felt the lack of anything in my life. After leaving my great grandparents' house, we moved into a tiny flat in the city with a single bedroom and a connected bathroom. To my thirteen year old hyper horny teenager-self, it meant spending a lot of inordinate amount of time in that small dingy bathroom, wanking my meat. What was really tough though, was sleeping next to my chubby mother's body late at night, with her, usually being in a deep, exhaustion fueled sleep, those massive gorgeous boobies of hers moving with each breath, right in front of my face, can anyone really blame the thirteen year old me for touching them sometimes? We managed to get a much better and bigger place when I was in 10th grade. It was after she managed to find a much more lucrative job at an affluent private hospital. It was a two bedroom apartment, both bedrooms with their own attached bathrooms and I finally got a desktop computer which I set up in the small storage room next to the dining hall. I managed to teach mom the basics of computer usage despite her reluctance. Not only did access to computer and the internet help me in my studies a lot (I was really into coding), it also helped me deal with my overactive sexual desires. I explored the myriad of sexual expressions and fetishes on the net, all of that nastiness further fueling and sustaining my love for my mother and her luscious meaty body. I guess in a way this was growing up, I grew in my perversions as did my lust for my mother's being. Our real story starts after my class twelve finals were done. Mom was 38 years old then, her massive tits now measured 37JJ. she had always been a short little thing, measuring at 5ft 2'. I on the other hand had hit my growth spurt in a major way when I was thirteen and now, at nineteen years of age, I towered over my mother at 6ft 2'. Being an avid football lover kept me in a fit shape, but I was mainly a geek, both in my interests and in my mannerisms. I remember being quite busy then, trying out for various college entrance exams, both within country and abroad. It was during a sunny Sunday, during that time period and I was just done giving the final one on my list (for a very respectable university located in the city of "dolcett"). When I finally entered home that evening, the house was familiarly silent, but, when I moved towards my room, I could hear strange squealing noises coming from the computer room/closet. Thinking that a small animal might have gotten itself trapped in there, I was about to open the door when a small moan of "Ravi!" took me by surprise. "That's mom!" That sole thought drowned out any other that may have been going around in my brain. I quietly opened the door a sliver and saw that mom, my mom, the paragon of kindness and etiquette, was watching something on the pc and was busy furiously rubbing her fingers into her crotch. Her lips were agape, with small pants and moans coming from that lovely orifice as her naked tits shook in reaction to the furious movement of her right arm against her belly. It wasn't easy for me to get a clear view of her, since I could only see her from the side, but her chubby form was somewhat illuminated by the light coming from the computer screen in the otherwise dark room. even though it wasn't the best view of my masturbating mother, it was more than enough to give me the biggest and hardest erection of my life. My sweet, caring mother, the head nurse in her hospital... She was getting herself off, moaning... moaning MY NAME!! By then, I was sitting on the floor outside the small room, my back against the wall, beside the slightly ajar door, listening to my mother's sexual needs being enunciated in no unclear language. I had my fat cock in my hand and had started jerking it off right then and there. From her squeals it seemed that she was about to finish, "Punish my slutty ass honey!" she cried "Punish your slut mommy's ass." she said, her last squeal barely a whisper, as I heard jerky creaks from the wheels of the chair, as she came all over the seat and the floor. I took another peek just as I was about to cum myself, and saw, perhaps the most erotic scene (which I then spent years trying to recreate) of my entire life. She had gone completely slack on the chair, her entire half-naked body now limp, her head stretched over the top of the chair's back, almost falling backwards completely, her eyes were completely white, pupils rolled up into the back of her head, her mouth wide open with the corners bent into an almost retarded looking smile, tongue falling out to the side and drool flowing freely from her nose and agape mouth. Seeing that, I came like I had never come before in my life, the 2nd spurt almost hitting the ceiling above. Shaking off the massive post orgasmic haze, I quickly snapped a few silent pics of my half-naked mother with her retarded expression. Sneaking out of the house, I returned a bit later, using the bell this time around, by then, mom had cleaned up and was back to being her relatively plain and glowing self. Waiting for the right moment, I sat down in front of the pc, the door closed and locked behind me, and started looking at the time stamps in the browsing history, finding the sites mom was watching when she was shagging herself. I was beyond shocked to find out that it was a long drawn out sex story about a painslut mother being slowly enslaved, trained and tortured by her son and daughter. There were also a couple of videos and some picture sets, a mix of violent, bdsm porn and filthy mother son incest. Imagine my surprise, that my rather simple and decent mother was having equally, if not more, nasty sexual fantasies regarding me, as I had been having imagining her, admittedly some of the things she was into sent shivers down my spine. I set up a little spy software using the webcam on the desktop in order to record mom in her full perverted glory whenever she would use the PC next. That night I went to sleep sporting a rock hard erection even after jerking off five times in a row, the scene from earlier playing over and over in my head, like a song on a loop. Waking up early the next morning, I had an intense morning wood. I soon remembered the events of last evening, and had to jerk off twice before I could put on pants. Rushing into the computer closet, I turned on the computer, and just as I had hoped, there was a recording saved up in the software from late last night, around 12 to 2 AM. I scrolled through it quickly, making multiple backups over my online storage spaces. Just then, the door to mom's bedroom opened and she walked out, wearing a housecoat over, what I assumed were bra and panties. "Crap!" I realized, as she walked straight up to the computer closet, "I forgot to close the damn door!" Seeing me up at that time, she said, "Morning hun' you're awake quite early today," and walked right up to me. I rapidly replaced the browser tabs on the computer screen with some innocuous stuff. "What can I say mom" I said, turning around and getting up, "I had to... umm..." I was getting flustered, I wasn't used to lying to mom, however, before she could catch up to my fluster and investigate more, I gave her my cheekiest smile and said, "Maybe I just wanted to spend some extra time with my beautiful and wonderful mother", hugging her and planting a kiss on her cheek (very close to her red lips). As I did that, I also squeezed the side flab over her tummy, my arms neatly brushing up against the sides of her large saggy tits. I looked back upon her face, the expression there was one with shame, confusion and happiness all mixed together. The blush on her cheeks was increasing by the second as I leaned in for another peck, this time on the other cheek, my lips touching the corner of hers as my hands found their way down to her back, dropping, perhaps lower than what would be considered 'appropriate'. Seeing the way her body was reacting to my touch, it was quite evident that her desires were for real and not just something limited to her fantasy. All red, hot and rattled from the sudden unexpected attention, she smiled up at me as I looked deep into her hazel eyes, and with a slight tremble in her voice, asked "What's the matter hun' you are being so lovey-dovey with your old mother all of a sudden?" I put on a sincere face and said, "I was just thinking mom, you have loved me so much, raised me so well, I should be spending more time showing how much I appreciate and love you," I said, smiling and caressing the side of her soft face. Blushing even redder she took my hands in hers and said "Oohh hun' thank you so much, but I am fine really. You don't need to worry about dear old me." She left soon, after both of us had had a simple breakfast of 'cereal and milk' and she changed into her nurse's uniform, which was essentially just a plain white apron with a long skirt and a white top. I made sure to give her a tight hug just before she left, alongside a quick squeeze of her voluptuous butt (which visibly made her yelp). I was practically gleeful, seeing the horny/confused expression on her face as she left for her hospital in her scooty. I had a great fucking time that day, watching the recorded video of my mom desperately rubbing her hairy pussy, trying to cum, as she watched the filthiest porn imaginable. "She is such a freak" I thought, as I realized, looking at the logs, that the extreme story that I first read, the one about a long drawn out account of the sexual slavery and extreme torture of a mother by her own children lasting for years, she had been revisiting that page almost daily since the last six months! From what I had seen and learned about mom over the last 24 hours, I was certain that it would be possible to turn her into my sex slave. Over the next week I slowly escalated the level of touching and groping I pegged upon my mother under the label of 'skin-ship'. Earlier, I used to massage her almost once or twice in a month, on her request but now I started to massage her every other day. By the end of that week she was constantly in a sexually charged state. That weekend afternoon, mom had a half shift at the hospital and was back really early, we were sitting on the couch together, watching a particularly raunchy Bollywood flick on the TV. As the hero started kissing the heroine all over her body, I started kissing her on the face, slowly and gently making my way down to her neck. She laughed and pushed me off playfully while blushing maroon again. I then reached over her back and began massaging her shoulders and within minutes, she was putty in my hands, "Let's go over to the bedroom mom." I said, holding her hand in mine and she followed me with a shy smile and a mild "Ok" On the bed I asked her to remove the top so I could massage her better, she looked practically shocked at the thought, looking at me with a stunned expression. Before she could say anything, I put a finger on her delicate red lips and said "Its fine mom we are mother and son after all, right?" and gave her the most innocent smile I could muster up. She hesitated quite a bit but took off her white top at the end, revealing her beautiful massive 44ddd tits barely contained in the large white padded bra. I started working on her body messaging the woman who has been giving it all, all my life just for my sake. As her body relaxed under my careful ministrations I slowly started to increase the pressure, mixing a little pain into the serving. Mom started to groan a bit, but didn't tell me to slow down or stop. I moved down to her legs where the long skirt was covering everything up to her ankles and started working my way up her feet, her calves, her knees, moving the skirt up bit by bit thus revealing more and more of her shapely legs. When it was almost midway up her thighs, she finally broke out of the trance that she had seemingly fallen in and grabbed my hands, preventing me from going any farther. Her face was in the pillows and I heard a low volume moan of "Nooooo" coming from there. I lay over her, my eight inch hard on slightly prominent from under my jeans, turned her face to the side and whispered, "Don't you trust me mom?" She was breathing heavy. Opening her eye to look at my face from over her shoulder, in a very shaky whisper she said, "Ok Gaurav...", and let go of my hands after some hesitation. I massaged her thighs from over the skirt playing very careful attention to the areas around her cunt, she was responding really well to my ministrations. "You know mom" I said, kneading the fat around her groin, "The letter from Dolcett University just came, I got the scholarship." I could see that she was quite stunned having received such a life changing news at a moment like this, while her entire body was throbbing with sexual tension at the hands of her own son. As she inched closer to her climax, I put my hand up inside her bunched up skirt and gently caressed the inner part of her thighs. That was the final straw as she started buckling like crazy, a wet spot appearing over the skirt and the bed. With a wide smile on my face I lay down next to my panting mother, she had buried her face into the pillows again, I turned it towards me with little resistance. Her eyes were shut and there were tears streaming out of them, I rubbed her quivering lips with my thumb, gently forcing it into her mouth, as she opened her eyes to look at me, now, with some realization as to what was going on. "We should celebrate mom, let's go out to dinner tonight." I said as I got up to leave the room, I turned around when I was at the door, and said "Oh, and make sure to wear something nice and sexy, we leave at seven" =================================== if you are one of the few people who found this story erotic, I would love to hear from you, anyone of you can reach me at my email id linard.fire@gmail.com