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(Note: I am not the author, only the archivist.

The following story deals with themes of explicit sex.  If you're not
old enough to be here, you're not old enough to read it.  Scram.)



In Training 

by Paraclete

1.


    I remember when I was seventeen my relationship with my mom
changed.  It was after we moved to New Jersey when my dad got a big
promotion.  We lived in a big house and had a lot of nice stuff but we
didn't really know anybody there.  Everything was a little strange to
us then.  My dad seemed to work constantly, and my mom had a lot of
time on her hands, despite holding down a part time job.

    As for myself, I had always been shy around girls, and spent most
of the time working out in the gym.  Between lifting weights and my
schoolwork it seemed like I didn't have much time for a social life.
I thought about sex constantly, though.

    I remember one Friday night, when my dad was working late, as
usual, and I had struck out on another attempt at a proper date.
"Proper" means getting some pussy, or at least getting off.  I came
into the den and sat down next to Mom on the couch.  I probably should
describe her here.  Mom had been one of my dad's students when they
met, and if he hadn't gotten her pregnant, it's doubtful she would
have married him.  She's about 37 now, but still in great shape.
She's petite, with long curly red hair and what frankly is a great,
curvy body.  She is an extremely sexy lady, with an odd little pouty
expression which drives the men around her crazy.  Dad and I always
teased her about how she looked like a Penthouse model, with her
36-26-38 figure.  She would always blush at these remarks, which only
made her look even prettier.

    Anyway, I found myself home early again on a Friday night, and Mom
must have noticed the hangdog expression I had on my face.  "Hey
Buddy, what's got you down?  Why aren't you out with your friends?"

    "I don't know.  My date didn't work out."

    "Hmm.  Well, tell me what happened."

    "I don't know.  It seems like whenever I get alone with a girl and
we start making out, she wants to stop.  And then that's the end of
it.  It's almost like I'm doing something wrong.  I can't really talk
about it."

    She stared at me with her big green eyes as if she were thinking
something over.

    "Then show me."

    "Are you serious?"

    "Of course, silly.  It's no big deal.  Just relax and show me what
you do."

    There was a silence.  She moved closer to me on the couch and
wrapped her arms around me.  I held her to me and felt her breasts
pressing against me.

    This seemed totally weird to me, but I was also getting a little
turned on.  My mom always had a teasing way about her, especially
around my dad, but I had never expected something like this.  So after
a moment I leaned forward and kissed her, hard on the mouth.

    "Whoa," she said, pulling back, "Not so hard.  Listen, it's no
wonder girls are a little reluctant to make out with you if you're
that rough with them.  You have to take your time, be a little more
gentle, sweetie.  Come here," she said, smiling and drawing me close
to her.  I took a deep breath as she slowly and sensuously pressed her
moist lips on mine.  She held them there for a moment that seemed like
an eternity.  Her lips were closed, but moving on mine.  I could feel
her breathing harder, and my cock was getting stiff when with a smack
she pulled away.

    "There," she breathed, "wasn't that nicer?"  I had to admit it
was.  It felt great to be there with Mom, snuggled together and
kissing like lovers.  I was definitely getting excited.   And as an
unexpected bonus she seemed to be getting somewhat hot and bothered
herself.

    "Let's try it again," she said.  This time I did as she had shown
me and gently kissed her.  She surprised me by slowly parting her lips
and pushing her hot little tongue into my mouth.  I was learning fast.
I kissed her passionately and she responded like she was really
getting excited.  I felt like I was going to fall over, my head was
spinning so fast.  Mom broke it off, giving me four or five little
kisses and then going for it, a real lip-locked, tonsil-swabbing soul
kiss.  After a little while of nipping and sucking on each other's
mouths, she bit down on my lower lip, which resulted in my cock
spurting in my pants.  I gasped and let her go.  I was never so
embarrassed, but if Mom noticed she didn't let on.  She giggled and
seemed pleased.

    From that night on, if Mom and I were alone we would make out.
She saw it as part of her motherly duty to give me training in how to
treat a woman.  She seemed to think it was cute to have a teenager so
horny he would fuck a tree lusting after her.  She also kept it from
getting out of hand, at least at first.  I tried to feel her tits, and
she would stop me, most times.  After a while if I wasn't too obvious
she seemed to let it go.  Her nipples generally were hard and pushing
against whatever top she was wearing, and usually I could rub against
them without getting stopped.   In spite of her attempts to control
the situation, I would inevitably push the envelope.  She seemed to
think this was healthy, and did little to put me off until I crossed
some invisible line.  She was strictly off limits below the waist,
though.  Nonetheless, we would often end up a make out session with
her on top of me on the couch, straddling my leg.  I know she got off
more than once humping against me.  I used to love watching her little
ass as she bounced on my leg until she would shiver and come.  Once I
caressed her ass under her short skirt and she immediately put a stop
to our sessions.  And then eventually we would start in again.

    This sounds wild now, but at the time it seemed perfectly normal.
Mom treated me great around the house, lavishing lots of hugs and
kisses on me.  I was clearly her favorite male.  In the mornings she
would kiss me goodbye, with it often lingering into a hot and heavy
necking session.  Occasionally I would pull her close to me, pressing
my hard cock against her through her robe.  Far from being offended at
these times, Mom would rub her pussy on my bulge while sucking on each
other's tongues, until one or both of us got off.  She didn't seem to
mind us cumming on each other, as long as we were both dressed when it
happened.  I took advantage of this every chance I got.

    One Saturday when Mom was in the kitchen, dressed in her silky
little robe, I couldn't help admiring her fine round butt as she bent
over.  I moved behind her and gave her a hug, pushing my pajama-bound
stiff cock up against her ass.  Mom gasped and stood up slowly,
letting me see her sheer panties as her robe settled back into place.
She was flushed a bright red and seemed to have surprised herself a
little, as she quickly left the room.


2.


    When Dad had to work late or travel, which was practically all the
time, the two of us would go out to eat or to a movie.  I was after
Mom all the time now.  The first time I tried to kiss Mom at the
movies she pulled away, although she still held my hand.  The next
time I gently pulled her to me though, she succumbed.  We were necking
when I placed my hand on her knee, something I had tried several times
before without success.  This time she left it there, and I gently
squeezed it.  I was amazed to see her part her knees a little, so I
slowly moved my hand up her leg, stroking it gently.  Mom was
breathing hard now, as the denim mini skirt she was wearing began to
ride up her thighs.   I think she was turned on by us making out where
people could see us, because she never let me go this far before.

    I felt her smooth thighs for a bit, coaxing them apart.  There was
a couple a few seats away from us, and if they had glanced our way
they would have seen a seventeen-year-old guy about to stroke the
pussy of his horny young mother.  I could see why Mom was getting so
hot, I was about to blow my wad myself.   I moved my hand to the
juncture of her legs, and slowly, very slowly began stroking her pussy
through her sheer panties.  She was soaking wet and panting hard as
she grabbed my wrist.  She didn't try to remove my hand, she just
gripped it tight as I pressed harder on her clit with a steady rhythm.
Mom's head lolled back and a button came loose on her blouse, exposing
much of her heaving breasts.  She was close to coming when we saw the
couple next to us notice what was going on.  I turned her head to mine
and extended my tongue deep in her mouth.  That pushed Mom over the
edge and she came hard, all over my hand.  That was enough for me too,
as my cock shot off in my pants, for about the hundredth time.  Mom
swiftly pulled my hand away from her creaming pussy and rearranged her
skirt.  We watched a little more of the movie and then headed home.
We didn't talk much in the car, but I could tell Mom's mind was
racing.  As for me, I was ready to come somewhere other than in my
sticky underwear.  I was going to take Mommy to another level, and
soon.

    Mom had other ideas though.  The experience at the movie house had
shaken her up.  I don't think she had ever come that hard, but she
started having second thoughts about the wisdom of getting so sexually
involved with her son.  I didn't see her that night and wondered what
was up the next day when she said we needed to have a little talk.  I
joined her in the den and looked down at the serious look on her face.
She had never seemed so beautiful.

    She took a deep breath and began.  "Buddy, sit down.  I need to
talk to you about what's been going on between us.  I used to think it
was harmless...but things have gone way too far.   No, don't say
anything.  I accept complete responsibility for this.  I know it seems
unfair to you now, but I should never have let it go on like this.
We're heading someplace I really don't want us to go, and I need you
to understand that."  Mom stopped for a second and looked deep into my
eyes.  Her voice dropped to a whisper.  "Look, baby, I've let things
get out of hand, but it's got to stop."  She let her eyes fell to the
floor, and got up and left the room.

    After that it was a few weeks before I could get her alone again.
Mom was clearly trying to avoid me, maybe hoping I would stop trying
to get into her steamy little pants.  She could give up that concept
though.  I'd had a taste of something I intended to get, and I knew
eventually I would have her.  Mom was too hot, just naturally a sexual
person.  I knew before long I could break her down and be fucking her
any time and any way I wanted.


3.


    The following weekend was Halloween.  Mom and Dad had a costume
party to attend and I spent the evening getting stoned and watching
videos, like usual.  Dad came out dressed as Conan the Barbarian.  He
looked pretty funny in his foam rubber muscles and wig.

    Then Mom came down the stairs.  She made an jaw dropping Barbarian
Girl.  She was wearing some kind of leather corset which barely
covered her nipples, a studded dog collar and a fake fur wrap which
did little to conceal her overflowing tits.  Her hair and make-up were
wild, but most incredible was the leather G-string which was basically
all she was wearing on the lower half of her body.  I think she was
supposed to be wearing the fur wrap around her waist, but she didn't
have it on as she bustled around the living room, her ass exposed,
making ready to leave.  I just couldn't believe Dad let her wear this
thing -  It would be a miracle if she didn't get arrested.

    Dad was in the kitchen as Mom walked by me and wiggled
seductively.   "How do I look, Buddy?" she asked in a low voice.  

    "Good enough to eat," I replied as she responded by licking her
lips lasciviously and sashaying by.

    I was on the verge of reaching out and grabbing her when Dad
walked back into the room.  He had a Thermos full of Mai Tais and two
glasses as he went out to the car.  "See you later, baby," Mom
breathed to me as she gave me a lingering kiss and followed him out.
This is all I needed.  Once again she had me climbing the walls.  I
beat off thinking about the way Mom had looked in her costume, and
what had happened the last time she had revealed her sexuality in
public.

    They came home around three in the morning.  I could tell they had
had some kind of a fight because Dad came in and immediately staggered
upstairs to bed without saying anything.

    Mom came in next, swaying and looking beat, dragging the fur wrap
behind her.  She sat down heavily next to me, seeming pretty drunk.  I
couldn't help looking down and seeing most of her pussy, barely
concealed by the leather crotch cover she had on.  Mom apparently had
shaved her cunt clean, as you could see everything but the lips of her
sex.  I was getting ferociously turned on, and didn't bother hiding
the huge hard on ballooning in my pants.   We pretended to watch the
TV for a while, and then I felt her hand playing with the hair on the
back of my head.  Clearly I had a horny little Mommy on my hands, and
I intended to make the most of it.

    I turned to her and our mouths met.  Our teeth clinked as I thrust
my tongue down Mom's throat.  She was quickly in my arms and pinned
under my jutting pelvis.  She spread her legs wide and I ground my hot
cock against her mound.  Everything was going great as I got her tits
out and began working them over.  "Oh baby, oh baby, no...  Please...
please don't do that, uhnnn," she moaned as I popped first one and
then the other nipple into my mouth.  I glanced up at her as I bit
down on her tit and saw her eyes glaze over and her lips parting,
flashing white teeth.  She was writhing under me and I was about to
come.  Not this time.  I continued to suckle her sweet enormous tits
as I reached down to my zipper.  "Ohhhhhh...  Buddy...  we can't baby,
no... I'm your mother..." I heard her whimper as I continued my
assault on her breasts.

    I just about had my cock out when we heard feet on the stairs.
Mom was up and into the kitchen with the speed of light.  I got my
zipper back up just before the old man got into the living room.  I
stared at the TV as he walked by.  I looked up at him but he stomped
straight into the kitchen.  I couldn't hear what happened next, but
Dad soon went upstairs followed slowly by Mom.  It appeared she had
put him in his place, wherever that was.  She glanced over to me as
she went up to bed, but I couldn't really read her expression.


4.


    From that point on, it seemed like there was a constant struggle
going on between Mom and me, with us always nearly getting it on, but
for one reason or another never quite getting down to it.  Mom had to
fend me off quite a bit, because we still made out passionately, if
not as often.  She did occasionally let me rub myself off on her, as
long as she orgasmed, too.  This led to some suicidally close calls
with Dad, but that only seemed to add to Mom's excitement.  There was
one time in the garage when I had her in my lap with her T-shirt up
over her tits.  The automatic garage door opener made us jump as Dad
turned into the driveway and we once again barely evaded detection.

    Mom certainly didn't stop teasing me, and in some ways that part
got worse.  She apparently dug the way she felt in her Barbarian Girl
mode, because she started wearing a lot of black leather.  I often
caught glimpses of studded bras and garters under her clothes.  Mom
looked really hot in a tight black micro miniskirt she bought from a
mail order company, which she wore with spike heels in a perfect
come-fuck-me display.  She didn't really flaunt this stuff around Dad
(as far as I knew), but when he wasn't around she felt free to show
herself without inhibition.  Mom would often ask my opinion of her
outfits, trying to decide if they were too far out for work.  (Which
was, of course, ridiculous.  The only kind of company with this stuff
in its dress code is found in the Yellow Pages under Escorts).  I
remember one number which consisted of nothing but a harness and
chains for her tits.  I was dying to see her in it, but she only
showed it to me on a hanger.  Mom meanwhile was loving every second of
my frustration.  I really liked seeing her in sexy clothes and
everything, but I wasn't getting closer to achieving my personal goal,
namely claiming her sweet pussy for my own.

    One night, after Mom had drained most of a bottle of wine, we were
necking on the couch.  She seemed particularly hot and ready to be
fucked.  I had her panties down around one ankle, and was beginning to
stroke her pussy.  As usual, she pushed my hand away, but I was
persistent and put it right back without letting up a bit.  I slicked
up her pussy with my wet fingers.  Mom was moaning, "...OK...OK...
that's it...  ohhhh...  we better stop now, baby...  ummm.."

    After a bit I slid down to the bottom of the couch and gently
parted her legs.  She fought me, but I leaned down and blew softly on
her clit.  Her struggles increased.  "Buddy, knock it off...   You
know I'm not going to let you do that, just...  stop it.  I mean it,
I...  "

    At this point I locked my lips to her clit, and slowly drew my
tongue up its length.  With feathery softness I made love to her cunt
with my mouth.  As I increased the pace, Mom's struggles were replaced
with soft cries of pleasure.  This was working out better than I had
dared hope.  I was licking and sucking Mom's pussy and she was loving
it.  It was time for part two of my plan.  I carefully pulled Mom onto
the floor and worked her clit over with passion.  We were to the side
of the room where I could reach the cord for the blinds.  Our living
room was on the second floor of the townhouse we lived in, and the
room was about to be exposed to a parking lot and a fairly busy urban
street.  I slowly opened the blinds as I continued to play with her
pussy.  I then went down on her again and heard her start to moan and
gasp.  "Stop, Buddy!  You gotta stop...  Ahhhnng.."  I felt her
cumming buckets on my face.  It was great.  I quickly sat up on a
chair and pulled down my fly.  My cock sprang out and was pointing
right at her face.  Mom swallowed hard as she looked at it.  I started
stroking my cock with one hand and with the other I reached for the
back of Mom's head.  "Oh, no, baby.  I can't," she said softly.  "You
know we can't do this."  I stood and pulled her head toward my dick.
It brushed against her face as she noticed the open blinds.

   Mom sat straight up, her eyes wide in shock.  She pulled her skirt
down into place and started to get up.  I pulled her to me, still on
her knees, and my throbbing cock pushed against her flushed cheek.
"Do it, Mom." I said.  "You know you want to.  Eat it."  I once again
grabbed her head in one hand and my cock in the other and forcibly
pushed the rod against her mouth.  Then she sagged like the air had
gone out of her, and slowly fed my dick into her hot little mouth.
"All right...  all right," she said quietly, "I'll get you off."  I
fought the impulse to force it down her throat, to gag her with the
dick that had waited so long for this, but Mom was now sucking me so
slowly and so well I just fell back and let her work me over.  I
looked at her face and was surprised to see that she was crying as she
blew me.  I could tell she was turned on, though.

   She bathed my dick in drool, slowly working up and down its length,
feeding it past her pink frosted lips.  Though no one was there to see
us through the window, knowing she was exposed was filling Mom with
intense forbidden thrills.  She was now the kind of woman who sucked
off her own kid, who was so hungry for cock that she would show the
world how she couldn't live without it.  She loved giving her son
head, and for that moment didn't care who saw it.  Tears were running
down her cheeks but Mom came three times humping my leg as she worked
over my cock.  She sucked just the head when she felt me ready to
come, then slowly drew out my orgasm until I thought I'd go nuts.  She
cradled my balls with one hand while steadily jacking the root of my
dick with the other.

   Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.  The sight of Mom slurping my
rod like a cock-crazy whore, just going after it like she was a total
sex slave, made me shoot like a volcano.  I came too hard too fast for
her to swallow all of it, and a glistening streak of cum ran down her
chin.  She kept sucking until she had gotten every bit of cream.  We
fell back on the carpet in the moonlight, exhausted.


5.

The following day Mom acted like nothing had happened.  She came down
dressed for work in a business suit and heels that morning, and said
she was running late.  Dad had already headed to work.  Mom bent over
the breakfast table to kiss me goodbye, but I pulled her into my lap.
As she squirmed against my already raging hard on, I grabbed her by
her chin and gave her a deep kiss.  She resisted at first but got into
it when I wouldn't let her up.  She undulated her butt on my stiff
member as I sucked her tongue.  Finally Mom struggled to her feet.
"Jesus, Buddy, calm down,' she said as she straightened her hair,
"I've got to get to work."  I got up and walked to the open front
door, blocking her from leaving.  She stood in front of me in the
hallway, grinning, her hand on her hip.  "Get out of the way.  I
cannot be late today."  I responded by slowly pulling down my zipper.
All eight inches popped out, and that's about how far Mom's eyes did,
too.

   "Get down on your knees and suck my cock, Mom.  Now!" I commanded.
I honestly had no idea what she would do, but I figured after what had
happened last night I had nothing to lose.  Imagine my surprise when
Mom sank to her knees and crawled on all fours over to the open
doorway where I stood.  She looked up at me as she wrapped her small
hand around my shaft, jacking it slowly.  This was happening while I
was standing in our open doorway.  If anyone had been walking by there
would be no doubt about what they were seeing.  It was insane, but for
some reason I didn't care.  Mom was staring at my cock and licking her
lips as she jacked me.  "Buddy...  make me," she murmured, "Force me
to do it...  please..."

   That was all I needed to hear.  I got a big handful of her red
curls and yanked her up so she was mashed against my crotch.  Once
again I fed her my swelling dick, and once again she started sucking
it like a lifelong come addict.  While Mom was blowing me I continued
pulling her hair.  With her suspended there before me, I then began to
pump my hips, fucking her throat.  "Yeah baby, do it...  Unhhhh...
fuck my mouth," she said between plunges.  "I love it...  I love your
dick...  I want it all baby...  Make me your cocksucking whore."  I
began mercilessly fucking her face, watching Mom's lips get puffy and
red as I mauled them.  She was moaning and drooling all over my dick,
as I turned a bit to expose her even more to the street.  Here was a
nice scene from suburbia: the PTA Mom of the Year down on her knees,
starting the day by greedily pumping her son's hard dick into her
face.  I suddenly came so hard I felt like the top of my head was
coming off.  I pulled out of her sucking mouth and shot my load all
over Mom's face, drenching her cheeks and neck with semen.  I let her
go up to her room and clean up for work while I thought of all the fun
we would have later.

   As you might imagine, things were a little different around the
house after that.  Mom still put up a fight, but we both knew I had
her number, at least when it came to oral sex.  I must have poured a
gallon of come down her throat a week during that time.  I sucked her
when I wanted and she sucked me when I wanted.  Things were going
great.  One favorite spot of ours was in our back yard just as the sun
was setting.  Romantic, huh?  Mom would tease me a little, usually
showing off some tit and rubbing up against me, and when I'd grab her
she'd start whimpering about how she just can't do this anymore.
About that time I would rip open her shirt and force her to go down on
her favorite eight inches.  Sometimes she would cry and sometimes pout
afterward, but she always went down on my dick and she always got off
as she sucked me.

    Mom liked it a little rough, too.  One time she went overboard
with the teasing and pushed me until I slapped her.  She gave a little
yelp and plunged her hand into her pants to jack herself off.  After
cumming like a hurricane, she encouraged me to do it again.  So I
smacked her across her mouth and she fell on top of me, kissing and
loving me all the more for it.  It started getting out of hand when I
slapped her hard enough to make her lips bleed a little, although it
turned me on to see her bloody lips wrapped around my dick in total
supplication.  This really wasn't my scene though, so I didn't push it
any further.


6.


    I think Mom believed that if she sucked me off two or three times
a day I wouldn't be so single minded about getting into her cunt.  In
spite of all the wild stuff we had going on, Mom was still adamant
about keeping me out of her pussy.  So naturally that was all I could
think about.   One night when Mom and I had been messing around and
drinking Pina Coladas things came to a head.  She was prancing around
in that tiny leather skirt with just a black leather bra and spike
heels on.  The pizza guy came to the door and I made Mom answer it.
She invited him in and for my benefit made quite a show of bending
over for her purse, exposing her g-string and her ass to the delivery
boy.  She straightened up and asked him if he wanted a tip.  This
Pizza guy was some pimply kid about my age who had no idea what was
going on.  He looked scared to death.  At least he had enough brains
to say yeah to the tip thing though, because Mom went over and gave
him a kiss that melted all the pizza cheese from there to Wisconsin.
The kid looked like he was about to totally lose it, but Mom just said
Thank you, turned and walked away, swishing her hot ass as she strode
into the kitchen.  He beat it out the door, and I went after my crazy,
sexy mother.

    Mom was in the den, bending over the coffee table and pulling out
a piece of pizza.  Her fine ass was there for the grabbing, so I did.
Mom squealed and ran across the room, laughing.  I knew she was really
turned on by her behavior with the Pizza guy.  I pinned her on the
couch and started necking with her, biting and kissing her throat and
mouth.  Soon her legs were wrapped around me and our pelvises were
grinding together.  I had finally had enough.  Mom must have known
what was coming, because she barely put up a fight.  I ripped off her
bra, burying my head in her warm tits.  After driving her wild with my
chewing on her nipples I sat up and ripped off her panties.  Mom kind
of screamed, and started acting scared.  Having been through this many
times before I was having none of it.  I slapped her hands out of the
way as I pulled off my sweats.  My cock was enormous, straining to go
where it had been trying to get for these many long months.

    "Come on, baby," Mom said as she eyed my shaft hungrily, "Let me
suck it for you...  I'm hungry for some come, Buddy.  Fill Mommy's
mouth with your big cock."

    I stopped for a moment, staring down at this wild, slutty woman
who happened to be my mother.  As she laid there panting, naked except
for the skirt bunched up around her waist, I knew the time had come.
I pushed her back down and parted her thighs.  She looked like she was
ready to come before I even touched her.  "Buddy, stop it.  You know
you promised you wouldn't do this"  (I had promised no such thing)
"Baby, I'm your mother, you know we can't fuck.  Here, let me suck
you..." She grabbed my dick but I pushed her away, positioning myself
between her legs.  I slid forward and my cock brushed her clit.  She
jumped as if from an electric shock.  I moved my swollen, purple shaft
down and slowly pushed it in.

    Mom's cunt was very hot, very tight, and very wet as it stretched
to take inch by slow inch her son's nearly bursting dick.  Mom's eyes
rolled back in her head as she babbled incoherently.  I slowly began
to push in and out, making her feel each vein and ridge on my dick.
"Owwwww...  oh Buddy, oh, oh, oh.."  Then she was screaming and coming
and flailing around as I tried to hold on and not pop for just a few
moments more.  We locked into a hot fucking rhythm as I picked up
speed.  Mom was clawing my back, moaning and begging for it all, and
that's exactly what she was getting.  She came again, and feeling her
pussy clench took me over the cliff.  I pumped a cupful of semen into
her steaming pussy and collapsed..  We were both soaking wet with
sweat, come and sex.

    That night I took her twice more, the last time in her tight ass.
Mom was so pumped full of my cream I don't know how she walked the
next day.  The following night we picked up right where we left off.
From that time forward she stopped resisting me and became for all
intents and purposes a contented little whore, happy to nurse on my
dick or take it up the butt whenever the mood struck me, which it did
early and often.

    So that's pretty much it.  While she's not exactly a sex slave
like in the porn books, Mom really enjoys being owned sexually by her
son.  The Trainer is now well trained.  She's even reached the point
that she's stopped hiding it from Dad.  They have a relationship that
is in its way even weirder than Mom's and mine.  Apparently she's told
him everything, and in some odd way he gets off on it.  I know because
one night while he was asleep on the couch she crawled up on me in the
recliner, straddled me and lowered her hot cunny on my dick, taking it
in slow, deep thrusts.  I couldn't believe it, but after everything we
had been through I can't say I was surprised.  I did wonder why Mom
was twisting around as we indulged in this latest outrage, but then I
figured out that she was trying to expose her wet pussy getting reamed
to the sleeping man on the couch.  As she bobbed up and down she made
enough noise that of course he woke up, though he never let on.  These
days Mom will wear some outrageous outfit or start some shit with me,
and not even care that her husband is in the room.  For my part, I let
her live out her fantasies, most of which have to do with being her
son's whore.  Mom is totally mine now, and frankly I love making the
most of it.







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