From: an412639@anon.penet.fi Reply-To: an412639@anon.penet.fi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest Subject: NEW In Training (mF, inc, exhib, mild SM) Date: Tue, 19 Dec 1995 09:37:53 UTC Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Message-ID: <094326Z19121995@anon.penet.fi> This is my first story. If you like it, email me. If you are under eighteen, don't email me, email your parents and ask them if they care that you are reading porn on the net. When I was much younger (young teens) I thought all the weird sexual kinks people have were hysterically funny. I don't think those kinks are contagious. If you are bent in a certain way, these odd things will appeal to your sexual nature. If you aren't, they will most likely seem elaborate, clinical, Byzantine (ask your parents what that means), and mostly really funny. Sermon over. In Training 2/2 by Paraclete 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. --****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--****ATTENTION****--***ATTENTION*** Your e-mail reply to this message WILL be *automatically* ANONYMIZED. Please, report inappropriate use to abuse@anon.penet.fi For information (incl. non-anon reply) write to help@anon.penet.fi If you have any problems, address them to admin@anon.penet.fi