Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut - Sex Stories

Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut

... seen you naked many times, baby," I rationalized, before adding in my Motherly do-as-you-are-told tone, "Now get undressed, Michael." "But you are wearing nylons," he pointed out. "I did that for you." I smiled, walking over to him and kissing his cheek. "Like your father, you clearly have a thing for stockings." I pulled his shirt over his head and offered, "Unless you want me to completely follow the rules and take the thigh highs off." "N-n-no, k-k-keep them on," he stammered, shivering at my touch. "Your wish is my command,” I teased, unbuckling his pants, hinting at my submissive nature. He seemed to be holding his breath, so I reminded him, "Breathe, baby, breathe," as I allowed his pants to fall to the floor. His big hard cock was not completely held in by his very unflattering tighty-whities. "We have definitely got to get you some new underwear." He nodded, unable to speak a word. "Oh my, Michael, is that because of me?" I asked, my hand going to his cock. "Oh God," he moaned and went even stiffer the instant my hand brushed his cock. As I pulled down his underwear, his beautiful cock flopped into the open, giving me the eight inch salute. It took every ounce of my will power to not devour his cock then and there, but I wanted to make him wait a bit longer. I stood up and went back to finish cutting the salad veggies. Michael hadn't moved an inch since I undressed him so I asked, "Can you pour us some wine?" "Wine?" he asked. "Today is a special day, Michael, you ...

... can have some wine," I smiled, my tone implying I was soon going to create his very own Literotica story. He did as instructed, while I finished the salad and pulled the casserole out of the oven. I noticed Michael taking quick glimpses at me every time he could, desperately trying not to be obvious, when he was actually being the exact opposite. I suggested, "Michael, take a seat as Mommy gets your dinner ready." He sat down and I brought him his plate. I went back and grabbed mine, and after putting my plate on the table, I took off the last piece of fabric that was hiding my breasts and just trimmed pussy. As expected, Michael stared, his mouth open, literally watering. I sat down and began eating and created conversation as if this was the most normal thing in the world. "So Michael, anything exciting happen at school today?" Trying to act nonchalant himself, he responded, "Aced my Calculus test." "Excellent,” I smiled. "You are such a good student and such a perfect child." "Oh Mom," he said embarrassed, the crimson hue rising to his cheeks. "Seriously, half the teenagers today are drinking, doing drugs, failing school and having sex, but you are a good boy, aren't you?" I asked, my tone demure. "Yes, because I am a loser," he pointed out, not insulting himself, but just stating the social hierarchy of high school. "Well, Bill Gates was a loser too, based on your theory," I pointed out, before adding, "most of the so called cool kids in high school end up peaking in high ...