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

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

... with my cockhead.

As I entered her, the tv showed a woman licking the other one's pussy, as the man said; "See, I told you it would taste good."

I had a flash of memory. I'd heard my mother tell somebody that a long time ago.

When the woman on the bottom came, the one licking her declared; "Mmmmm! It's great!" I vaguely remembered another woman saying that, also a long time ago. I had a major insight. Mom and Dad liked watching porn, and I accidentally found a movie that her and Dad made once. Maybe there was video of Mom doing something that I could use as leverage! I'd taken a box of dad's porn videos from his closet after he passed, and put them next to my desk, planning to watch them. I got grossed out when the first one I saw was him licking Mom's ass. After that shocking surprise, I learned to depend on internet porn. I'd have to risk being grossed out again and watch the thirty tapes and the two dozen DVD's.

Mom complained; "I know the movie isn't great, but if you fall asleep before you finish screwing me, that's a big insult."

"Sorry." I picked up the pace, enjoying the wet pressure on my shaft, and shot off soon after she reached orgasm.

After a little rest, I said; "Let's get a shower, then some breakfast."

"I'll do what I can, Kurt. But I think the only things left in the fridge are half a bottle of mustard and an apple."

"Argh! Ok, shower, then grocery store."

For my beginning of a plan to have a chance, I'd have to keep her with me ...

... long enough. I'd be as nice as I could, so she wouldn't run off before I found the leverage I needed. At the store she asked if she could get a bottle of wine, and I got four. She asked for a pack of cigarettes, so I got her a carton. Buying her things was fine, but I knew if she had a chance to get a significant amount of cash, or anything expensive she could sell, she'd probably be gone.

I even got her a bouquet of flowers. A sincere smile came to her face, and she whispered; "That's so sweet of you, baby! Thank you!" It felt great to have a loving, totally honest moment with her.

I sadly realized that it should have been ordinary, instead of great.

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We had a few glasses of wine after dinner and started reminiscing about the 'good old days', before she ran off the first time.

"Do you remember when you were five, and Karen brought a pitcher of water to the sandbox?"

"She told me you mix powder with water to make hot cocoa, and we had lots of powder in the sandbox. She got me to taste dirt!"

"It was SO FUNNY! You ran around the yard, yelling and spitting mud!"

After our second glass of wine, I filled hers to the top, and mine only a quarter of the way.

On our fourth 'glass', I said; "Or the time Karen wanted to be a blonde, and smeared yellow finger paint in her hair?"

Mom laughed with me. "That was so bad! It took half an hour to wash it out! There were still yellow flecks a week later! Hahahahaha!"

The last sip spilled from her glass onto the ...