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MY PORNO-LOVING MOTHER
by Dakota Dave

Part 3 of 4

The next morning, I was barely able to look at Mom without seeing her naked
in my mind, and without feeling my cock twitch. She wore shorts and a tank
top and my eyes undressed her every time I glanced in her direction. I
finally retreated to the bathroom and beat off to relieve some of the
pressure in my balls. 

Mom said she was going to take me to dinner that evening and thought she
would go look for a new dress for the occasion. When she asked if I wanted
to go shopping with her, I declined, saying I wanted to hang around and look
up some of my old high school friends.

As soon as she left the house, I went into the den. I looked around on the
shelf of the entertainment center, but saw nothing other than the usual
assortment of mainstream videos. There was a locked door on the shelf, but a
minute with a paper clip made short work of that. Inside, I found an healthy
assortment of X-rated videos, some old classics, some more recent:
"Insatiable" "Talk Dirty To Me" "The Bitches of Westwood" all were there,
along with "Hidden Obsessions" "Night Trips" and "Elements of Desire." The
one that caught my eye, however, was "Taboo 5." I had seen most of the other
movies last year at the frat house, but hadn't seen that one. I popped it in
the VCR and began to watch. 

It was a mother/son incest video, and by the time the "son" had finished
fucking the hell out of the "mother" (Colleen Brennan - what a nasty bitch
she was) and coming all over her tits and face, I had my dick out and
jerking off. Sitting in the same chair my mother had masturbated in last
night. I was turned on by the video, but also turned on by the thought of my
mother watching it. Had she watched it ? Were these her videos or some that
Dad had left behind ? It seemed reasonable to assume that she had seen them
all. Did she watch "Taboo 5" and think about me ? I grunted and pumped six
or seven thick wads of cum all over my chest and belly - the 5th orgasm I
had had in less than twenty-four hours due to thoughts of my mother.
---------

Dinner reservations were for 8:00 at one of the nicer places in town, so
nice that I even decided to wear a tie. When she walked into the living room
at 7:30, I almost fell off the sofa. Her hair swept up on one side and fell
over the opposite shoulder. Her makeup was dark and dramatic, perfectly
accentuating those luminous green eyes. She was wearing a black evening
dress that was unlike anything I had ever seen on her (why was I still
surprised by this ?) It was ultra feminine without being gaudy. Cut in a
low, square front, I could see the rounded tops of her breasts pushing up.
Nicely fitted, it showcased her trim waistline and womanly hips. It was a
little above knee length, showing off her sleek calves, encased in dark
hosiery. Gleaming black patent leather pumps and a three-strand pearl choker
and matching pearl bracelet completed the ensemble. I felt my cock twitch as
I gazed at her and complimented her. 

"You look mighty handsome, too !" she purred as she took my arm and lead me
to the car. All the way to the restaurant, I kept sneaking glances at her,
marveling at how beautiful she was, and thinking about what I had seen the
night before. My dick was throbbing by the time we parked and went into the
dimly lit restaurant. My jacket provided some cover, and I don't think she
noticed.

Dinner was a blur. Aided by the champagne she ordered, I was entranced by my
mother's beauty and mesmerized by her charm. I finally asked her why she
hadn't gotten a boyfriend yet. Her features took on a strained expression
and she confessed that she was put off and intimidated by the "dating
scene." Apparently some of the men at the gym had hit on her and the few
dates she had tried were disasters. 

"They all seem to think that a separated or divorced woman is an easy mark,
but I just don't go for that" she explained. "They all wanted to, er, get a
little physical early on, but I just can't do that without some sort of
emotional attachment. As much as I hate your father for what he did, I just
can't go jump in bed with someone on the first date. Not that I haven't been
tempted. But I have ways of handling that, so I've just decided I could do
without men for a while until I get myself together."

"Ways of handling that."..... I thought about what she had just said. I
guess she meant that drinking wine and watching porn flicks while she
diddled herself was the easiest way to avoid the stress of men in her life.

After dinner, Mom wanted to go into the adjacent lounge for "a nightcap." I
was a little bemused: I had never seen her so relaxed - of course - I think
she was more than a "little" buzzed. We had only been there for a few
minutes before a guy came over and asked her to dance. She politely
declined, but not two minutes later, another man approached her. Again, a
polite refusal. 

"Dan, you've got to help me out here. I don't want to leave, but these guys
are making me uncomfortable. How about dancing with your old mother?" she
pleaded. How could I refuse? We danced like fools, laughing and talking the
whole time. I could almost forget that she WAS my mother. Finally a slow
number came up , and I headed back to the table.

"Oh no, you don't" she giggled. "I'm still not safe from those animals." She
snuggled into my arms and lay her head against my chest. I was feeling no
pain by that time, either, and she felt so damn good. My arms went around
her and cradled her warm body. Subconsciously, I ran my hand up and down her
back, and she sighed and moved even closer. I could smell her perfume and
the sweetness of her hair. I felt my cock thicken and start to swell against
her belly, and in panic I backed away.

"What's the matter ?" she asked in alarm.

"Mom, I think we need to leave now. I think I've had too much to drink" I
stuttered.

"Oh, relax, Dan, you're fine. I know you're OK." she said softly. "And I'm
really enjoying myself too. If we get too tipsy, we'll call a cab. Just
enjoy the music." And with that, she moved against me again. I KNEW she
could feel my swollen meat. Was it my imagination, or did she wiggle just a
bit as we swayed back and forth? I did the best I could, but for the rest of
the night, I know Mom felt my hard cock pulsing against her when we slow
danced. I should have just left, but I guess some part of me wanted to see
how far this was going to go.

We danced and drank until the place closed down. And we called a cab - we
were drunk, not stupid. In the cab, Mom snuggled close to me in the back
seat, her eyes slightly glazed. "I had SO much fun tonight, Danny" she
whispered, "more fun than I've had in a long, long time." She hadn't called
me "Danny" since I was about ten years old. She dropped a hand to my thigh
and gently stroked my leg, her head on my shoulder. I was frozen with fear
and desire. I sat rigidly the rest of the way home, feeling the heat of her
hand burning my leg just inches from my stiff dick. 

When we got home, we weaved into the house. Mom told me to pour her a wine
cooler while she used the bathroom and join her in the den, for one last
drink . My hands were shaking as I handled the bottle (just like the one she
had "handled" the night before). What the hell was I doing ? I should just
go to bed, or better yet, leave the house before something happened that I
would regret later.

Too late. She came back in the den, wearing her long floor-length green silk
robe that she had belted securely around her. It was cut loose enough that
her body was hidden beneath the flowing lines. Her feet were bare. Nothing
too overt here.... Maybe I was just drunk and my imagination had been
working overtime... We sat and sipped our drinks in a buzzed silence until
Mom suddenly asked if I wanted to watch a video. Without waiting for an
answer, she got up and reached on top of the entertainment center and got a
key that she used to unlock the cabinet that held the adult videos! 

"Since you seem to enjoy watching these so much, I thought we could watch
one together" she said, matter-of-factly. I was stunned. I stammered out
something to the effect of I didn't know what she was talking about, but she
interrupted by saying, "Don't bother, Danny. I saw you this morning. I left
my credit cards home and when I came back in to get them you were very
"involved" in your video. You never even knew I was here."

Shit......

I was horrified that she had seen me. My alcohol-induced haze was instantly
cleared by the rush of adrenaline that shot through me. Did she suspect what
was going through my mind while I was watching? It got worse.

"I also know that you were watching ME late last night" she continued. "I
didn't know until I was getting ready for bed and found an opened can of
Pepsi on the table over there by the door. It was still cold. I figured you
forgot to take it with you."

"Mom, I don't..." was all I got out before she interrupted.

"Relax Danny, let's be mature about this. I find those videos exciting,
especially after your  Dad left. I know you've had your share of girlfriends
at college, and even before you left, for that matter. So you know what
life's all about. And since we both seem to enjoy this type of video, why
not share them ?" 

I couldn't get over how matter of fact she was about it. And she DID make a
good point. Still, it was a bit weird, especially after the way we had been
so "close" earlier. I just sat quietly and gulped my beer as she inserted a
tape and started the VCR. It was an Andrew Blake film - "Secrets." For the
first few minutes the only sound in the room was the new age music from the
sound track. But as Rocco Siffredi was fucking the shit out of Ashlyn Gere
in the first scene, I heard Mom whimper. I snuck a look at her and saw that
she was squeezing her legs together and clutching the arms of the chair,
obviously trying to control the impulse to touch herself. 

Heart pounding, I said "It's OK, Mom, go ahead.." Then, heart pounding, I
grabbed my stiff cock through my pants and began to massage it as I looked
back at the screen. I didn't dare look her way for a few minutes. I was
taking a risk, but I somehow I felt it would be OK. When I next glanced at
her, Mom had one hand inside her robe, between her legs, and the other was
gently caressing her breasts through the silk robe. Her bottom lip was
caught between her teeth. Her feet were up on the edge of the coffee table
in front of her, showing her tanned lower legs and that dainty gold anklet
on her left foot. She wasn't looking at the screen, though. She was watching
my hand on the swollen bulge in my too-tight trousers.

"Mom?" I asked, almost afraid to think the unthinkable.

"Do it" she whispered in a barely audible voice. "Let me see..."

I unzipped my fly, and tried to pull my dick free, but it wouldn't bend
enough to work it through the opening. I threw caution to the wind - I stood
up, and undid my belt and pants and slid them down to my ankles. My 7" cock
stood exposed in the dim light of the TV, the head purple and drooling
pre-cum. I was barely five feet from my mother. She gasped "Oh, my god!" Her
hand at her crotch moved faster and then her head rolled back and she let
out a guttural groan as her body shook with her orgasm.
 "Now, show ME, Mom" I said, far more calmly than I felt. With only a slight
hesitation, she stood up and let the robe slip to the floor. She was wearing
a white lace teddy. Her hard nipples and neatly trimmed pubic bush showed
clearly through the gauzy fabric. Her chest heaved from fear and excitement.
 
"SHOW me, Mom" I said again, more forcefully this time.

"Danny..." she whimpered. She was teetering on the edge of what little
decency we both had left.

"NOW!" I barked, taking my dick in my hand and pumping it slowly, feeling it
throb as I looked at her barely concealed body. With a little moan she
slipped the straps of the teddy over her shoulders and pulled the skimpy
little garment past her breasts, over her womanly hips, and down her sleek
legs. Her heavy boobs swayed slightly as she kicked the fabric off her feet.
At the same time, I skinned out of my shirt and stepped out of my pants. We
stood there, nude, looking at each other in tense silence. On the TV, Zara
Whites was getting butt-fucked. I didn't care.

"Danny" she began again, "I'm so, so..." Her voice trailed off and she
looked at me helplessly. I began to understand what she wanted. What I
wanted...

"I know what you are. You're horny. You watch these pornos and get all
worked up - imagining what it would be like if YOU were one of those sluts.
You're just a wanna-be porno-slut, aren't you?" I sneered, my voice
trembling just a little with the thought of the way I was talking and acting
with my own mother. "You watch porno flicks and you want to be just like
those bitches in those videos, don't you? You want to get fucked by a big,
hard cock and suck dick and swallow cum and live out your sleazy little
fantasies, don't you?"

It was as though my words tripped a switch in her. She shuddered and closed
her eyes for a second and when she opened them again, they had a strange
glint and she began to purr: "Yeah, that's right. I AM a porno slut. I'm
just so horny all the time. I'm a horny little tramp who wants to fuck and
suck and eat cum and come and come and COME!" 

And with that, she fell back onto the chair and plunged two fingers into her
sopping cunt and began finger-fucking herself while staring me in my eyes.
With her other hand she began squeezing her meaty tits. I grabbed my cock
again and stepped closer to her, right between her wide-spread legs. I
pumped my cock in time with her hand in her pussy. We were playing out a
role now, lost in our own little world. 

"This is what you want, isn't it, bitch?" I rasped. You want a big fat
prick, don't you ? You want to feel it and taste it and use it, don't you,
cunt ?" 

"Oh, shit, it makes me so hot when you talk like that. Talk dirty to me son,
tell me what I want" she groaned as I kept up my filthy talk. She sat up so
her face was inches from my dick. I could feel her panting breath on the
head. Her hand worked even faster between her legs. I could smell her
juices. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. 

I smiled down at her and whispered, "Look at it. It's so big and fat and
hard. Just like those dicks on the videos. Full of cum. Imagine how it would
feel inside that wet little pussy of yours. Look at it." I waved it back and
forth in front of her face. Her eyes followed it like a person being
hypnotized. My prick was so swollen, I thought it would split. Gooey pre-cum
coated the length and I could hear the 'splat, splat' of my hand as I fucked
my fist right in my mother's face.

She lunged. 

Her free hand came up and slapped my hand away from my dick and grasped it
by the base as she wrapped her full red lips around my dickhead, sucking
hard. Her lips were stretched wide by my thickness as her tongue tickled my
pee-hole, digging for the all the cock juice she could find. Her left hand
jacked on the base of my cock as her other hand stabbed her cunt. Her
fingers were long and slender, but my dick is so thick she couldn't wrap her
fingers completely around my girth. She was drooling on my cock - her saliva
ran down the shaft and slicked up her hand. My mind was reeling - my mother
sucking my dick while she diddled herself....

Her head moved faster and faster, meeting her tightly clenched hand on the
downstroke, her breath rasping through her nostrils with little snorts. I
wrapped one hand in her long, black hair and held it back so I could watch.
She pulled back for a second and just licked the underside of my cock while
she gazed up at me with unadulterated lust on her face. She caught just the
head in her mouth, holding her teeth gently just behind the flared corona
while she teased my piss-hole some more. Then she rolled her full red lips
over her teeth and sucked so hard I thought my nuts would be sucked through
my dick. I could see the outline of my cockhead as she pressed it against
the inside of her cheek. She alternated between soft, fluttering kisses on
the head and hard, deep pulls to the back of her mouth.

Spitting out my rock-hard meat, she moved her hand to my ass and squeezed my
butt-cheek while she played a game of chase with her tongue and my cock. It
smacked against her cheek and rubbed over her nose and forehead as she
dropped her head and lapped at my ball-sac, nudging my nuts with her tongue,
sucking on the little hairs on my scrotum. She popped one, then the other,
into her hot mouth and sucked gently. With my balls in her mouth, my dick
lay against the side of her face, the veiny shaft over her left eye, the
purple head resting on her forehead. She was moaning now, and making little
grunting noises. I was moaning, too, my legs trembling as I got the blow-job
of my life.

I pulled her head back by her hair and reached down with the other hand and
hefted her left jug, feeling the heavy weight in my hand. I twisted her
nipple and her eyes closed as she came again, her orgasm brought on by her
hand in her crotch and my hand on her tit. I released her boob, and grabbed
my rock-hard cock, stroking it slowly, pumping more dick cream to the tip.
It dripped off in a slow stream and fell onto her tits. She groaned as she
felt the wetness on her flesh. I backed away a step and she slid off the
chair and onto her knees in front of me. I stood over her as she looked up
past my cock at my face.

"Please..." she gasped, reaching for my dick with her tongue. I kept a tight
grip on her hair and kept the head of my cock just out of her reach.

"Please, WHAT ?" I asked, enjoying the sight of her lusty expression.

"Please give me your cock. Please!" she whined.

"You want my cock? You want your own son's cock, you bitch ? You're a slut,
you know that?" I began to slap her face with my cock, teasing her with it
as she tried to twist her head and catch it with her mouth. I tightened my
grip in her hair and held her head completely still as I dick-whipped my
mother, leaving little smears of pre-cum on her beautiful features. She was
almost whimpering now as she closed her eyes and shivered through another
come.

"YES! I want it, you bastard! I AM a slut, and I want my own son's cock.
Don't tease me, give me that dick. Feed your momma that dick. Fuck my mouth,
fuck my face, use it like it was a pussy. Oh, god, just give me your fucking
dick," she raved.

I let go of her hair then, and she stuffed my cock into her mouth with a
sob. I grabbed her head with both hands and began to hump my meat in and out
of her mouth, driving a little more of my dick into her stretched lips with
each twitch of my hips. Her hand came out of her pussy and she squeezed my
thighs with both hands as she braced herself against my legs. My dick is
about 6" in circumference and her lips were stretched tightly around the
shaft, as she tried to get all of me into her mouth. The spongy head poked
the back of her throat and she made a gagging sound. I pulled back
immediately and she panted for air for a second. 

"I can do it" she pleaded. "It's just that you're so damn thick. Please, let
me try again?" 

She lowered her head a bit and then kissed the head of my dick. S-l-o-w-l-y
my prick disappeared between her red lips as they encircled my diameter. She
paused just a minute and then dipped her head just a fraction to get a bit
more of a straight line into her throat. I felt the tip of my cock press
against her palate and then pop through. She snorted for air through her
nostrils and then closed her eyes as my cock slid into her throat. Her lips
touched my pubic hair and she held her face against me for a second. I felt
her throat convulsing as she fought her gag reflex. Then she slid back up my
length until just the head was in her mouth, her tongue teasing the slit in
the tip. Her eyes opened and twinkled as she relished her success.

"See ?" she gloated, "I told you I could do it. Now give it ALL to me!." Her
hands came up from my thighs and grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me
to her sweaty face as she plunged down on me again, not stopping or slowing
until she had all seven inches of me. My hips started moving again, faster
and faster until I was long-stroking her throat, her head snapping back with
the force of my thrusts. She loved it, making little "mmpf, glmph, hmmf"
noises as I fucked her face. My sweaty balls banged against her chin on each
down stroke. Her head twisted back and forth, trying to wring the cum from
them. My shaft and her chin were covered with her spit as she gave me the
wettest, sloppiest blowjob I had ever had. I was sweating and gasping as I
skull-fucked my mother. If I hadn't already come so much in the last day, I
would have blown my load long before now. And I was getting ready to do it
again.

"Shit, Mom, I can't hold out much longer. You gotta stop now!" I said as I
let go of my grip on her head. Instantly, she slipped her mouth off my cock.
It was so hard that you could see every bump and vein in it's shiny length.
It visibly pulsed and twitched with each beat of my heart.

"Oh, no!" she said with a sneer on her face. Her hand pumped me as she
continued: "I want that cum of yours. I saw you jerk off this morning and
I've wanted it all day long. And you're gonna give it to me, mother-fucker.
That's right, I'm your mother and that makes you a mother-fucker! You're
gonna let me suck on you until you spray and when you do, I want it all over
my face, just like the sluts in those videos. Are you man enough to do that?
Huh? Are you man enough to give your nasty mother what she wants? Can you
shoot that hot creamy sperm all over her face? All over her dirty, slut
face? Come on, Danny, show me what you've got." 

And with that, she swallowed me whole again. My mind was reeling. My mother
was the hottest woman I had ever known, hell, the hottest I had ever even
HEARD about. 

"OK, you nasty little cocksucker, I'll show you what kind of man I am. I'll
show you." I began to savagely punch my dick into her mouth, until she was
in danger of tipping over backwards. I grabbed her hair again and twisted it
until she gave a muffled little shriek. Her eyes were watering as I kept the
tempo up. I felt my nuts draw up against me and I grabbed my cock and pulled
it away from her, listening to her gasp for breath.

I pumped my dick, aiming it right at her nose, barely six inches away. Her
mouth was open and her tongue was out, just like Ashlyn Gere had done in the
video a few minutes ago. "Oh, god! Here I go! Take it, Mom, take it ALL!" I
said between gritted teeth. 


_____ End of Part 3 0f 4 _______

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