Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut - Sex Stories

Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut

... linear boy) “You really want to be my Mommy-slut?” I looked up from my submissive position and answered, “I want to be whatever you want me to be.” “Really?” he asked, still trying to accept his good fortune. “Give me a command,” I suggested. He paused as if he was just given three wishes from a genie and really had to think about what he wanted. “Masturbate,” he ordered, with a vague resemblance of confidence. Without hesitation, still on my knees, I moved my left hand to my eager pussy and fulfilled his command. He watched from his position of new-found power his mind clearly moving a mile a minute at the possibilities. I let out a moan, the sensation of obedience bringing enhanced pleasure and asked, “Can Mommy come, son or does my big boy have other plans for his Mommy?” He was still clearly coming to terms with the amazing reality that this wasn’t a wet dream or some computer-driven fantasy. I looked up at him like a lost puppy looking for directions, desperately attempting to guide him in what we both needed: me a dominant man, and him a woman to learn from. My moans increased and I warned, “Son, Mommy’s cunt is getting really wet, I can’t hold back much longer.” The last brick in the wall of resistance shattered, I watched as my son stood up, pulled me up and onto the table and, without a word, took was now rightfully his as he buried his face in my hot lava box. Instantly, I moaned, as my inexperienced son licked my already sticky wet pussy lips. Obviously being his ...

... first time, he was a bit rough and all over the place. I moaned, “That feels good baby. Part Mommy’s lips with your tongue, baby.” He obeyed the instructions and on his own accord slowed down. For the next couple of minutes he continued to lick my pussy lips bringing a constant teasing sensation to me. I moaned, “Is this your first time eating pussy, baby?” He nodded, but didn’t quit what he was doing, clearly enthralled by the taste of my cunt. Every man I had ever been with and the two girls in college had always commented on my unique, sweet tasting pussy, although he would have nothing currently to compare it to. “Well, you are a natural, baby,” I purred, adding, “do you want to help Mommy come?” “Yes,” he mumbled, his tongue refusing to leave my snatch. “Take my clit into your mouth, baby,” I requested, “swallow it whole.” Again he obeyed, and the minute my swollen needy clit was in his mouth I screamed, “Oh God fuck, son, now lick Mommy’s clit, suck it hard, make Mommy come.” He increased the pressure and my moans became louder as my inevitable orgasm began to rise. “Oh God, son. Make Mommy your slut, make me come and I am yours unconditionally, baby. Is that what you want, son? Your very own Mommy-sluuuuuuut,” I screamed, as he surprised me by sliding two fingers without warning deep inside me. Like a veteran pussy pleaser, he hooked his fingers inside me and found my g-spot in seconds. On contact, I wailed and my legs stiffened. The mixture of the pleasure of having my ...