Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut - Sex Stories

Pet Mommy: Becoming a Mommy-slut

... the imagination, and I was still in my business attire that showcased all my assets. Leaving the boys alone, I stopped where they would think I was gone, but was just in earshot. As expected, Frederick said, "Holy shit, Michael, your Mom is such a MILF." "Fuck off," my son countered, clearly uncomfortable with his friend checking out his mom. "Seriously," Frederick continued, "I saw both her stocking tops and her bra." "No seriously, don't talk about my Mom that way," my son snapped, anger riding in his voice. Frederick, a lot like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory, could not read social cues and continued, "Sorry man, but you have to admit you have a hot mom." Snapping completely, Michael said, "Yes, I know my Mom is hot, I live with her and see her every day, but I am sick and tired of my friends and all the other losers at school talking about how they want to fuck my mom." Finally catching on, Frederick said, "Sorry, Michael, I didn't mean to insult you." Suddenly calm, Michael said, dismissing the topic completely, "Forget about it, let's finish this game." I returned to the kitchen, flattered at my son's adamant defence of me and surprised by the crap he apparently had to deal with because I was his mother. I cleaned up in the kitchen, and dealt with the bills when Frederick left and my son went directly to his room. I don't know why I thought this, but the first thought in my head was ‘I wonder if he is going to jerk off’. The second thought surprised me: ‘I wonder if ...

... I could see his cock again’. The third thought, which I quickly dismissed, was why I was excited by the thought of seeing his cock again? I was beginning to learn once my pussy began tingling, my moral compass quickly pointed due south. I quietly climbed the stairs and listened at the door, but could hear nothing. It was at this moment, my cunt tingling like it hadn't in years, that I decided I was going to make my son's fantasies a reality. I took a deep breath and opened his door, but was disappointed to see him on his laptop completely dressed, although he did quickly, and guiltily, close his computer. I walked to his bed and sat on the edge beside him, my skirt again riding up just enough to tease, and opened with, "Michael, thank you for standing up for me." "What?" he asked, genuinely confused and clearly uncomfortable. I didn't catch him in the act, but I had obviously caught him in preparation for the act, which the box of Kleenex beside him clearly insinuated. "I heard what you and Frederick were talking about," I admitted. "Oh, God," he said, his face flushed. "I am really sorry if my looks have caused you problems with your peers," I said, my hand seemingly haphazardly going to my son's leg. This distracted him greatly as he stammered, "I-I-it's ok. Better to have a pretty mom than an ugly one." "You think I am pretty?" I asked coyly, as if I was shocked by this. Still flustered, he answered, "Y-y-yes and so does every friend of mine and the majority of guys in my ...