Pet Mommy: DP Slut - Sex Stories

Pet Mommy: DP Slut

... to be fucked. "So starting today, panties are a no-no at all times, all your nylons will be stockings or thigh highs and you may only wear a bra while at work," he said, continuing to scaffold the expectations of our new Sub-Dom relationship. "Fuck I love my cock in your mouth, Mommy," he moaned, before adding, "you look so fucking hot sucking cock." I moaned what was intended to be a thank you. He asked, already able to read my mind, "Is Mommy horny?" He pulled his cock out of my mouth and put his hand to my wet, still naked from last night, cunt and smiled, "Oh, my Mommy is horny." "Please Michael, fuck Mommy," I moaned as he flicked my clit with his finger. "I don't know," he said, "you did push it away when I first offered it to you." "S-s-sorry," I stammered. "I was still asleep and didn't really didn’t know what was going on." He shoved his cock back in my mouth and began fucking my face faster. Each forward thrust all eight delicious inches filled my mouth and I could feel his balls bouncing off my chin. The act was so naughty and wrong, which somehow made it so naughty and right. I concentrated on not gagging as he roughly used my mouth for his personal pleasure and was soon rewarded with his warm salty seed coating my throat. He slowed down as he shot his load and I took over bobbing back and forth lavishly extracting any last remnants of my son's cum. Finally, pulling his cock out of my mouth, he suddenly shifted from dominant to apologetic. "Sorry Mom, I just ...

... couldn't resist." Licking the last little drop of cum from the head of his cock, I smiled, my cunt already alive and hungry, "Never apologize son; I am always ready to serve you." "It seems weird," he said, looking down at me. "What seems weird?" I asked, surprised by the sudden change after just recklessly fucking my face. "This," he said suddenly bewildered. "It didn't seem weird when you were using my face as your personal cum catcher," I pointed out. "It's just, I mean," my genius son struggled to form a complete sentence as he tried to rationalize our relationship shift. I interrupted Michael and said, "Michael, I am still your mother and you are still my son." "Yes, but," he began, but I sat up and interrupted him. "Shhhh, baby, Mommy is talking," I said, putting my finger to his lips. I continued, moving to his ear, "And I still love you like a mother loves a son. I just also love you as a lover, a very well-equipped, attentive and dominant lover." I moved my finger from his lips, nibbling teasingly on his ear, as I squeezed his still stiff cock. He stammered, a mixture of bewilderment and growing horniness, "But you are my Mother." "That you just face-fucked, rather aggressively I might add. Your balls were bouncing off my chin like it was the floor and they were basketballs," I pointed out, my tongue swirling in his ear. "I don't know what got into me, I woke up horny like I always do and remembering last night something turned on inside me and before I knew it my cock ...