Meeting the Birth Mother, Part II - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part II

We fucked twice more that night, and then spent a little time going over some ground rules. Apparently turning your abandoned mother into your personal sex slave came with riders, but nothing I wouldn’t have done anyway. Keep up my grades, help around the house, stay out of trouble, the usual. She also set some boundaries. Nothing could interfere with her work or professional reputation, safe words were to be respected, and the occasional “no” didn’t mean I was being abandoned again.

In return for that, she became my little mommy whore – a title she chose. If I woke up at 2:00 AM with a hard on, I could just roll her over and start fucking, no permission asked. If I had a hankering at 2:00 in the afternoon, I could grab her hair, pull her down, and get her lips busy. I was her master, she was my mommy whore.

When my mom’s alarm went off at 7:00 AM the next morning, it was way too early.

“How’s my little boy this morning?” she purred.

I smiled and kissed her on the nose. She rested her head on my chest.

We lay there for a moment.

“Who was my father?” I asked. “Where is he?”

I felt her stiffen, then sigh. “He’s my older brother, Andre. He’s 10 months older than me. And he is in the state prison for life on a double-homicide rap.”

“My father was your brother?”

“He was always violent and terrified me. My parents were out of town. When he found out I was alone, he came over. I was afraid for my life. I gave him what he wanted. If I hadn’t he could have ...

... killed me.”

“That’s...terrible. I guess that’s why your family pressured you to give me up. Did you press charges?”

“If I had, I would have been out on the street. Sixteen years later, they still lost their shit when they found out you had contacted me.”

“It sounds like they’re the ones I should be making into my whore, not you. Are they all against me?”

“They would prefer you weren’t around. And as far as making any of them your whore, good luck. They’re way too repressed.”

“Maybe, but I have my little mommy whore to help me.”

“You want me to help you seduce family members?”

“My mommy whore has to do what I say, remember? And it sounds like all they have ever done for you is create misery.”

The evil smirking smile I had seen briefly in the pool the previous night returned. “They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Let’s heat it the fuck up.”

“Attagirl,” I kissed her. “When do I start meeting them?”

“Freshman orientation is today, but I will be working until almost 6:00. I’m have my niece Cora bring you home. She’s my sister’s daughter and a sophomore. She’s a nice young little thing. I wouldn’t mind a little personal time with her myself. We can start with her, then move on to my sister later. If we can break sis, we might even be able to thaw out my mom.”

“So Cora’s mom is the same sister who pressured you into giving me up?” I asked. “Is Cora like the rest?”

“Pretty much. She’s going to stay for dinner tonight, so you guys can hang ...