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Anything - For Mommy's Boy - chapter 1 / 3

Anything – Chapter 1 – Anything for Mommy’s Boy

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Author’s note: If you want a plain old love story with kindness and romance, this is NOT it.

If you like most or all of the following, please continue: Alcohol, Anal, Bondage/Spanking/BDSM, Mother-son and bro-sis incest, Non-consent/Blackmail, Oral sex, Pee/golden shower, Poop/scat, Porn, Public sex, Rough sex, Smoking.

You have been warned.

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"Absolutely not! There's no way I'll ever trust you again, Mom! Not after what you did!"

"You know my Kurt was always Mommy's favorite. Have lunch with me and you can see Karen, and little Kimmy and Kelly. I know you want to see your sisters again. Say yes for Mommy, baby."

"Okay, okay, but just lunch!" I hung up and tossed my phone on the dresser angrily. DAMMITT! She was talking down to me, like I was five years old, and it still worked! How the HELL did she always do that?

Before my father passed away he told me that on their second date, Mom blackmailed him into marrying her. She said she'd tell the police he raped her if he didn't. She'd given him enough sex to keep his interest but fucked around with at least three other guys while he was working.

Every Thursday morning she screwed a bartender in the tavern storeroom after they got the weekly delivery, then walked home with a bottle of booze in each hand or a case of beer. For anal favors each week, a jewelry store owner gave her an expensive ring or necklace on every major holiday. She also had an ...

... affair with the high school football coach, just for fun. It was a perfect start to her career as a skanky grifter. She got even sluttier after my older sister and I started school, and began screwing some of the neighbors too. She was still my mother and against my better judgement, part of me still instinctively loved her.

I looked through the heap of dirty laundry on my bedroom floor, trying to find something relatively clean to wear. I'd been in a dark mood since Dad passed away three months earlier. At the time, I had more important things to worry about than taking care of myself or the house. Eventually I found a pair of jeans a bit less filthy than the rest, and a shirt that didn't stink too badly. With my college courses and all the doctor appointments, medications, and care Dad needed, I had been busier than I could really handle. I didn't even have a girlfriend since the last time Mom and my sisters left, three years before.

Until I finished my engineering degree a month earlier, jerking off to porn on my computer ten minutes in the morning and ten at night was all the romance I had time for. After, it quickly climbed to four hours of porn a day. I realized I'd been acting like a horny, moody teenager long enough. I desperately needed to get a girlfriend, or at least a better mouse and bigger computer screen. I also needed a job or hobby to occupy my time.

The bell for the back door rang as I was pulling on some semi-clean socks. It was only 10am! Mom had her ...