Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut - Sex Stories

Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut

... invitation if there ever was one. As I slowly moved my stockinged feet up and down on my son's cock, he closed his eyes and apparently let his long held fantasy come true. In less than a minute, he moaned and warned, "Mom, I am going to come." I purred, like the predator I was, "Come for Mommy, baby, come all over Mommy's stockinged feet. I wore them just for you, baby...everything tonight is just for you." Simultaneously as I finished speaking, his white goo shot up in the air and most of it landed on my stockings, the rest on the kitchen table and floor. I continued the slow foot masturbation of my son until the last speck of cum was released. I asked, my voice still syrupy sweet, "Did you like that, baby?" Michael finally opened his eyes and looked into mine. "T-t-that was amazing, Mom." "It's Mommy, Michael, isn't that what you want? A full-service Mommy?" I asked, lifting my foot to my mouth and retrieving my son's cum from my foot. My son's mouth was again wide open in shock, as he watched the obscene act. "Fuck, you taste delicious," I smiled, switching feet and retrieving more of his cum, before eventually saying, "Actually, I would love to get from directly from the source." I fell to my knees as my son watched me take his cock in my mouth. “Oh God,” he let out the instant my warm mouth swallowed completely his still erect cock. It had been a long time since I had a teenager, since being a teenager myself, and was grateful for their quick recovery time. I bobbed ...

... slowly up and down on his cock for a couple of minutes before taking his cock out of my mouth and saying, “Oh, I missed some.” Continuing to set up the opportunity for him to take control, I leaned to the ground and licked his cum off the floor. My son, finally catching on it seemed, said, with a confidence I had never heard from him, except for the time I watched him jerk off about me, “Mom, you missed some on the kitchen table.” A smile crossed my lips at the shift in him as I sat back up, still on my knees and looked at the table. Seeing some white goo, I asked, “Does Michael want Mommy to clean up his cum?” “Yes,” he replied, although not with the aggressiveness I had hoped. I looked at him and said, my hand back on his stiff missile, “Mommy needs directions. Please tell Mommy what you want. She promises to obey every command like a good Mommy, a very obedient Mommy, a pet Mommy like in those stories.” He looked into my eyes, something he had avoided most of the evening, and said, “Clean up my cum, Mommy.” I instantly obeyed, using only my tongue at first to retrieve his white seed. I finished my sucking it up with my lips before turning back to him and asking, my voice as submissive as humanly possible, “Mmmmmmm, did I do good?” A smile crossed his face for the first time as he finally realized the complete implications of what had just occurred and what I was literally offering him. He asked, slightly hesitant, wanting a final declaration before proceeding (he always was a ...