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About the Author

Over the past year, I’ve noticed my mother looking at me differently. Every day it was the same thing, her soft green stare watching over me as I came out of the shower. Her supple form, stalking outside my room anytime I had another woman in the house.

To tell the truth...

I loved her new obsession with me.

She was beautiful and curvy and plump, her body a perfect hourglass figure. Her deep green eyes complimented her flowing dark hair. She strutted around the house, well-practiced from her days as a model, hips swaying in her favourite gown, as the purple fabric just barely covered her plump ass.

It was great, but it needed to be confronted.

I sat down in my room and prepared the first step of my plan. I left my door open, hoping that she’d peak through when she thought I was distracted. The big difference between this time and the others, was I wanted her to watch me. I had porn on my monitor, big and bright for her to see. I had hoped it’d confirm her feelings. I hoped the image of her son masturbating would awaken something inside her.

I leaned back in my seat, turned on my external webcam, and pointed it at the door. I had it running a live feed straight to my phone, which sat masked by my body. I took a deep breath and found the loudest, roughest porn I could find. I decided on a video of a young son, fucking his busty mother.

It was fake of course, but it suited the moment.

A few minutes passed, before I got comfortable. A few minutes more, and I decided to turn the volume higher. A few minutes more and that’s when she arrived, peering through the crack in my door, her eyes clear as day in the image on my phone.

I slowly pulled out my cock, and shifted my hips to make sure she could see it. I stroked it slowly, my focus stuck on the phone instead of the video. I relished the idea that the woman who raised me was perverted enough to watch.

My confidence swelled and increased the volume.

“You’re gonna take care of mommy?” The woman in the video was a smoking hot slut. “You gonna fuck mommy baby? Take me away from your mean father.” She rode her son with hard bounces of her hips, her moaning was so loud I imagined the neighbours could hear it too.

I looked back at my phone, and it seemed my mother’s confidence had grown too. The door sat open wider, as she knelt within its frame. She threw her hand in wild circles, rubbing one out between her legs, joining me in my masturbation as her mouth hung open with lust.

I couldn’t believe how brazen she was. I imagined the risk made it better.

My arrogance in the moment led me to my next decision. I screenshotted her image, saved it, then sent it to her. I followed it up with a text. “You can suck it if you want...” It wasn’t until I looked down at my phone that I realised who I sent it to.

“Fuck.” My voice was disguised by the load moans. My heart thumped deep in my chest. My heartbeat doubled in an instant.

I sent the image and text to the family group chat. It consisted of me, my mother, and my two sisters, Carly and Rachel.

“Fuck.” I mumbled again, resting my head in my hands, as a deep pit formed in my stomach. I turned back to the phone once more. My eyes widened at what I saw. I whipped my head to see it with my own eyes.

There my mother stood topless; her eyes fixed on me as her panties sat draped around her ankles. She looked at me with a hunger in her eyes that was undeniable. She stood there frozen, almost as if she was waiting for my command. “Did you mean it?” Her voice mixed with the moans of the woman on the screen. My cock twitched, as the two worlds melted in my mind.

I leaned over to my desk and muted my computer.

“Did you mean it?” Her face carried the glare of a woman obsessed.

I didn’t know what to say.

I nodded.

She dropped to her knees and before I could react, she planted her head between my legs.

I didn’t say a word as she did it. I just sat there confused at the confidence she displayed, watching as my mother took my balls into her mouth, watching as she moved up to my cock and worked it with the same attention, lathering and coating it in her saliva, before taking it into her lips.

Her years of experience were apparent almost immediately. She suckled my tip, taking it into her warm mouth, as she massaged her lubricant into my skin. She jerked it, and tugged, and stretch her hands over my cock. She wrestled her tongue against my tip, licking up whatever pre-cum dripped from its slit as she closed her eyes and embraced it.

In that moment I drowned in her sensations. The heat of her mouth, the softness of her palm, her delicate fingers tickling my balls.

It was all too much.

It was all perfect.

I rested my hands on the back of her head and leaned my hips into her rhythm. I guided her pleasure as she took me, and within a few minutes, I felt it swell uncontrollably within my groin. My cock throbbed and she released me from her lips. She continued to jerk me through it, coaxing sperm from my balls, until my cock exploded in deep white ropes against her face.

“Paint me honey. Give it to me.”

I groaned out as each one stretched from her chin to her cheek, to her hair. Each one soaked her in my forbidden love, as it stretched out from me with a violent force.

I fell back into my seat, my mind a mess of endless possibilities.

She stood up and scooped my seed into her mouth. “Dinner will be ready in an hour.” She licked her lips. “Carly said she’s going to be late again.” She reached down and pulled up her panties. “Rachel’s spending the night at her boyfriend’s.”

She walked out of the room and left me there, sprawled out on my seat, mouth gaped like a fool.

The dinner went as normal as I could hope. Carly arrived late but made no mention of the message that was sent. I wondered if she’d seen it. I wasn’t dumb enough to bring it up. My sisters had always taken a while to respond to family messages. My hope was mine had been the same.

When dinner was finished, I offered mom my help with the dishes. Carly looked at me surprised, but shrugged it off, clearly happy that someone handled her chores for the day.

“Sure thing.” Mom said.

I followed her into the kitchen, as Carly went upstairs to her room. Mom had changed from her gown to a set of bright yellow shorts, the fabric barely able to fit around her tight round ass. She was teasing me. I couldn’t deny that it was working.

“You do dishes, and I’ll load them.” She said over her shoulder.

I didn’t catch a word, my mind too focused on her ass. “What?”

“Manners, sweetie.”

“Pardon?”

She closed the kitchen door behind me, then stepped deeper inside. “You do dishes.” She placed the plates on the counter, then walked over to the drying rack. “And I load them.”

“Are- are we going to pretend nothing happened?” I said, my tone confused.

She furrowed her brow.

“Seriously?” I stepped closer to her.

She stepped back against the counter.

She was toying with me, and it was working. Her vain attempt to hide her smile only made my urges soar. I pressed my hand against her stomach. I worked it beneath her shorts, struggling to find spacae between me and the fabric.

She wore nothing underneath, and I felt her moisture gently drip onto my digits. “You still want to pretend?”

Her lips curled into a devilish grin. “Maybe...” She bit her lip, then cupped her right breast. “Maybe I need a little more to jog my memory.”

“Fine.” I pulled my hand out and watched as my fingers sat coated in her juices. I wiped it on her shirt, then span her around. I yanked down her shorts, tousling her body from left to right, as I yanked it down her thick thighs.

I pulled out my cock and trailed it against her warm slit. I felt her wetness greet my tip before I slipped my cock into her warm embrace. I bent her over at the waist, as I fucked her and pumped her, building up my pace until her body began to crumble, curling my thrusts, until her ass slapped deep against my groin. Back and forth I went, grunting and growling, losing myself to the wet sensations of the hole I once came from.

“Thank you! Thank you!”

She braced her hands against the counter and pushed herself back into me. She rolled her pussy around my thrusts, each one louder than the last, each one dirty and reckless as our stretched out from the kitchen and covered the house in our lust.

Each second ran the risk of bringing my sister downstairs. I couldn’t risk it. Not when it was getting so good.

I reached my hand up to her shoulders and pulled her back into me. I thrust as though my life depended on it, building to my orgasm as I glided her wet cunt across my girth. I let her stain me with her love, a white sheen that showed me just how much she adored me.

“Fuck.” I growled, feeling cock pulse under the weight of my pleasure.

I pulled out and let her collapse onto the counter. She rubbed her cunt and came with me, her legs quivering, her breaths a shallow tune, as I dumped my seed in large spurts against her thick ass.

I had no time to think it over. I reached down, then yanked her shorts back up her legs, leaving her there, faced down on the counter, her body used and exhausted.

“I bet you’ll remember that.” I chuckled, closing the door behind me.

I made my way upstairs and found Carly in her room. She laid back on her bed, phone in hand, with the door wide open. She wore a pink silk nightie that wrapped around her pert chest and emphasised her legs. She had a slender form, a stark contrast to mom and Rachel. She was still everything I’d imagined mom to be when she was our age. She was feisty and sometimes mean, but she cared about us deeply, even if she didn’t like to show it.

I knocked the door and grabbed her attention.

She looked up from her phone, then smiled. “You okay?” She said, parting the soft curls from here shoulder, before gesturing me inside.

I nodded. “Just came to see what you’re up to.”

She chuckled. “That’s rare.” She made space on the bed for me, then locked her phone and placed it to her side. The scent of cinnamon radiated off her skin. It lured me close until we were shoulder to shoulder on the bed. “Mom been giving you a hard time?”

I smirked. “You could say that.”

There was always an air of mysterious with Carly. Something I couldn’t quite understand. Her bright emerald stare gave away nothing, but there was something behind them I couldn’t quite understand. Something unspoken.

“Gotta be akward when you fuck up like that huh?” She chuckled.

I looked at her confused. “What- What’d you mean?”

“That picture. The one you meant to send to your girlfriend or whatever.” In that moment I realised she hadn’t made out mom’s face in the image.

“Yeah well...” Relief washed over my body. I felt myself relax, and a great weight lift off my shoulders. “You know how it can be?”

Again, there was something behind her eyes. “This families too horny for its own good.” She smirked.

“You could say that again.”

I left her on her own and went back to my room. I fell asleep almost immediately, letting the exhaustion of the day wrap me into a deep slumber.

I woke back up to a soft tension around my groin. The air was thick with slurps and gasps and moans. A delicate weight rocked against my crotch, taking me in long moves of its soft heat. I knew what it was immediately. I relished it, feigning sleep, as my slutty mother wrapped her tight seal against me, as her wet lips worked in a smooth suction around my girth, as she hummed the soft song of a woman pleasing her man.

She trailed her mouth along the ridge of my spear. She slid her tongue along the underside, then released it from her lips with a pop, then a moan, then deep gasps as she caught her breath. She went back for more, of course she did, she was mine now.

She took it down to her throat, before resting her nose against my pubes. Her throat was harsh and tight, milking my head with a pleasure i'd never felt before. One so dirty and visceral. One so rough and untamed. One that made every detail of her mouth apparent against my cock, the intensity of her kiss like rolling vibrations around my length.

I tried my best to brace against the pleasure. I squeezed tight against the bedspread, trying to fight it, as an orgasm pushed through me. It built and built, and then exploded in her mouth. It reverberated through my entire core. It painted her in my love. It showed her just how good she was, letting her see her son's gratitude for the pleasure she could bring.

She took it all with the confidence of a woman trained. She let it fill her mouth, as she hummed and gagged and winced, as she held my pulsating shaft, wrangling the spasming beast, before swallowing it all until my balls sat emptied.

She sighed her relief, then cleaned me off with a delicate care, She worked her lips against my softening cock, licking up what evidence remained, before she slipped out from under the sheets and left me there in my bed.

I couldn’t believe what I’d awakened. A primal beast I got to have all to myself. I lied under the covers until I heard her bedroom door shut.

All I could do was chuckle to myself at the reality I’d created.

I relished the possibilities of this new life. I took it in, one detail at a time, as images of my mother ran circles around my mind. I couldn’t sleep. How could anyone after that?

I sighed, then crept out of bed. I found my boxers laid out on the floor. I couldn't help but laugh at the sheer boldness of my mother. I picked them up, slinked out of the room, then made my way downstairs.

There I found my mother sitting on the couch, the TV playing at a low volume as an over-sized white tee draped over her body.

She turned to me. “Hey sweetie. Couldn’t sleep?”

Confusion warped my mind and froze me still. There was no doubt I heard her go to her room. I was sure of it. She was up there, whoever it was, she was up there.

I rubbed my eyes and sat down next to my mother on the sofa.

She wrapped her arm around me and put her legs up on the table. “Looks like we’ve got a little free time for ourselves.” Her voice was a soft kiss against my cheek.

I turned to her, the image of Carly on my mind. I imagined her soft lips wrapping around my cock as I came deep into her mouth. I imagined her head bobbing against me in my sleep, my younger sister working effortlessly on my cock. I couldn’t believe it, and the more I doubted, the harder I got.

“Did you see Carly when you came down here?”

She furrowed her brow. “Oh!” her face lit up. “Rachel came back a few hours ago. She was making a lot of noise, then when I came down, she seemed pretty upset.”

My heart sunk and my stomach twisted. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, loud and boastful, a harsh thump that only drew my anxiety deeper.

“Rachel?” I said. Her name felt foreign on my tongue.

“If you can, you should talk to her...” She rested her head against my shoulder. “You know how she can be? Always has her guard up.”

I didn’t respond. I was too steeped in my confusion. Rachel? Carly? Mom? The idea that I could have them felt real and vivid and all-encompassing. I needed to clear my mind.

“Honey- you okay?

I pressed my fingers against my mother’s chin, then lifted her face to my embrace. I locked in on the one constant I could rely on, my affection for the woman who raised me, something so bright and strong and true, a love that cleared my mind in an instant and had my cock firm for her attention.

“Mom.” I whispered against her lips. “What is this, really?” I pressed my hand against her tee and groped her chest.

Her body went rigid, then relaxed again. She gasped out her lust. “It can be whatever you want it to be.” Her eyes sparkled. “I want you to own me. I want you to be the man of the house. A man to put me in my place.”

My cock throbbed. My face twisted to a devilish grin, as I tightened my grasp against her supple chest. “Ask for it.” I molded her soft flesh in my palm. “Beg.”

She fell to her knees, then shuffled between my legs. She sat back on her heels and watched me, her expression a sign of deep admiration.

“Please sweetie.” She ran her hands up her form and groped herself as she spoke. “I want to be a slut for my special boy.” She ran her other hand beneath her panties. “I want to be your slut.”

She pulled her finger from her cunt, then showed me her soaked digits. A light string of her wetness joined them together. She placed it to her lips and tasted herself, sucking it like a cock, as she worked it between her soft mouth and wormed her tongue around her digits.

I pulled out my cock and held it firm for my mother. I wagged it like a treat, watching her lust filled glare follow its length.

She reached out her wet hand and held it. She used the other to grab my boxers, pulling them down my leg as she took my cock into her greedy mouth. She sucked it as though she loved it. She swirled her tongue against the tip, gagging and choking as she did, applying a gentle suction that contrasted the rough tugging off her palm.

I pushed her head down and thrust into my new slut. I worked out the warranty, looking to see just how far I could go before I broke her. Ten seconds? Twenty? Thirty? I fucked my mother’s face with a wild aggression, relishing the dirty sounds of her praise as her face turned a deep red on my cock.

She tapped my thigh, and I released. She fell back onto her heels, panting and gasping for air, her tee covered in drool, as saliva dripped from her sweet mouth.

I gestured her to her feet, and she followed me without question.

We were in sync now, two minds focused on pleasure, a master and his servant, both playing their roles.

She pulled down her panties and showed me her cunt. It sat wet and puffy and pink, her pussy still sore from the way I used her earlier.

I patted my lap, and she stepped forward. She mounted me with a sigh, then a gasp, then a whimper, taking me inch by inch as her walls coiled around my girth with one smooth motion. She braced her hands behind my head. She rode me like a slut, panting deeply as the air rocked from her lungs, taking me in violent swings of her waist, as her hips trailed up and down, letting gravity do half the work while she fucked me deep into the couch.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” She gasped. “It’s just- You’re just so good.”

The reality was I did know. It sat deep on my shaft as her slick cunt varnished me with her praise.

“I’m yours.” Her body melted against me. “I’m yours.”

She clamped her eyes shut, then let her orgasm take her. It mangled her and contorted her form. It arched her back forward, sent tremors up my loving mother, shook her in pure ecstasy, before breaking her down to a writhing mess.

A wretched howl escaped her throat. “Ooohh fuuucckk!” She moaned out in a shaky cry, then flicked her hips up off my cock and squirted on my girth.

There was so much untapped potential in my mother. So much I could mold to my liking.

I wrapped my arms around her trembling form and placed her on her back. I entered her with a smooth thrust, her pussy now accustomed as it greeted my girth with ease.

I braced myself on top of her. I pumped my hips without hesitation, building to a reckless pace as my cock slid back and forth inside her, my working tirelessly as I growled in sync with her moans. There was nothing in the world that could stop me now. Nothing that could get in the way of a lust so pure and forbidden.

We held each other in a deep embrace, our bodies lined with sweat, our hips mashing in a desperate frenzy as each one sent me root deep into her pussy. My mind reeled with my surging pleasure and I rolled her on top of me again, pumping my cock up into my mother, as a tight knot filled my groin, causing me to groan out my pleasure.

“Baby- wait- wait.”

I didn’t care anymore. I was ready to explode, ready to fill her, ready to take my mother as mine permanently with my seed.

“You- you can’t- we shouldn’t-” She tried desperately to speak against my force.

Her words were no use.

She’d given herself to me.

There was no turning back.

I squeezed her as my balls tightened and my cock erupted in her cunt. I filled her womb with my warm seed, flooding her with thick ropes, painting her in a deep white lining that dripped around my shaft and drowned it in my mess.

“You- I can’t believe you-” She collapsed onto my chest, her cunt soaking in my seed. She lifted her head, then pulled my face to hers. She kissed me, deep and passionate, sealing our bond with the dance of our tongues, and the mashing of our tastebuds.

“I love you so much.” She whimpered.

I wanted to say it back, but something else slipped from my lips. “Good.” I played the role of her master, making it clear where I stood. “Then don’t ever question what I do with your body again.”

Her eyes sparkled and she nodded apologetically.

I smiled, then kissed her again, this time a slow peck on the lips. “You’re mine now.” I rested her head on my chest and cradled her sweaty body against me.

“What the fuck!” Carly stood there, eyes wide, mouth gaped, a deep fear lingering in her stare as she watched her brother and mother naked on the couch.