Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut - Sex Stories

Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut

... school and doing nothing with their lives." "You were cool," my son pointed out. "I'm not now?" I pouted, luring him in. "Y-y-you are still," he stammered, desperate to rectify any implied insult, "I-I-I just meant, you are successful even though you were cool in high school." "Aaaah thanks, sexy," I replied warmly, as he blushed at being called sexy, "but I am still successful partly because of my looks and not because of academic prowess like you will be." "I hope you are right," he said, letting out a soft sigh that implied he wasn't convinced I was right. "Plus," I added, the seduction moving forward at full throttle, "once the girls see your fucking cock you will have to beat them off with a stick." "Mom!" Michael replied shocked. Continuing my sexual flattery, I added, "You heard the saying it isn't the size that counts." "Yeah," he answered, confused by my intent. "That is bullshit and said by nice girls to keep up the egos of insecure guys with small peckers," I announced. "Jesus Christ, Mom," he said, clearly bewildered by the conversation. "Trust me," I continued, "I have had a wide variety of cocks, but your Dad's was the biggest and the best and your cock is bigger than his." "I can't believe you are talking about my penis," he said. "It's a cock, son. A big, and I am guessing, still really hard cock.” I smiled, standing up. “Stiff,” I continued moving closer, “cock," I finished, reaching him. He stared at me speechless. Standing above him, in a position of ...

... authority, I changed the subject and started asking a few rhetorical questions. "So you like erotic sex stories, don't you my son?" He attempted to speak, but I interrupted his stammer, placing my finger to his lips, my big tits just inches above him, my slightly wet pussy directly in front of him. "And you particularly like erotic stories about sons and mommies, don't you son?" My hand reached down and wrapped gently around his, as expected, erect ready to burst cock. "And you seem to have a rather major fascination with stockings too, don't you?" I stood back up, reluctantly letting go off his cock and placing my right foot on his leg, which also gave him a very clear, close-up-and-personal, look at his Mommy's cunt. "Do you like my thigh highs, Michael?" So stunned, he couldn't even complete the sentence as the sexual attack on his senses overwhelmed him. "I-I-um-I-I-well-I...." I grabbed his hand and put it on my leg. "Go ahead, son, feel Mommy's stockings." He obeyed, obsessed, like a kitten with a string, by the silky feeling. I moaned, "Mmmmm, Michael, your hand feels so nice on Mommy's legs." A moment later, I put my foot back down and jumped up onto the kitchen table. He looked at me and watched as both my stocking-clad feet, reached his stiff missile. ‘Stand by, Houston,’ I thought, ‘we have liftoff.’ He shook at my touch and I, without a word, began to give him a foot job. My legs bent as they were, my trimmed pussy was staring my stunned son in the face, a gaping ...