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Bosom Buddies
By: Phil Phantom
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I am the horniest fifteen-year-old boy on the planet, mostly because I have
the sexiest, most beautiful mom on the planet - at least I think so. She
could pose in any of the classy men's magazines and be the centerfold. Those
models are super women. You never see them except in magazines. Well, I live
with a super woman. Maybe she's too old for posing in girlie magazines, now,
and maybe I'm prejudiced. I know one thing, I'd rather see her naked in
pictures than any of those women in real life. I'd crawl over twenty
masturbating centerfolds just to watch my mom take a shit in a bucket.
My mother was the super woman that was still a mystery. I had seen what they
had in pictures, but I never saw what mom had in real life. I never saw
much of anything, and most guys I know see something. Most have seen their
mom in bra and panties. I know guys who see their moms naked all the time
and think nothing of it. I've seen their moms, and I wouldn't either.
The actress, Julia Roberts, looks a lot like my mom, though Mom has bigger
tits. Mom wears a 36-DD bra and I read somewhere that Julia is a D. I don't
know how much bigger a DD is over a D, but I can see the difference. The
difference sure shows when Mom wears her swim suit - a conservative two
piece but the top cups from under and shows the upper swells of her breasts
like a boob presenter - hooters on the half shell.
Mom has great legs, long shapely legs, but just seeing half of her titties
makes me so hard and so obvious, I can't get near her when she looks her
best. I have to wear a jock with a protective cup and that hurts when you
get a hardon. When she bends over in front of me, I have to stifle a blood
curdling scream.
My mom has hooters, big boobs, hunkin knockers and she hates when guys stare
at them or talk to them. Shit, it's hard not to. I mean, there they are, out
there, in your face. I can't help but look, and I try like hell not to. I
may be the main guy she's talking about when she complains about breast men
and how juvenile they are. She has never said anything to me, but she's not
the type to hurt my feelings on purpose. She only hurts my feelings when I
eaves drop. She won't look at my hardons, either. If she does catch one,
she'll look away. Thank god, because I'm always getting them around her.
I have seen cleavage, lots of cleavage when she and Dad get dressed up to go
out. They do that a lot. She thinks cleavage is sexy and letting the top
part of her breasts show is sexy. Her swim suit sure is sexy when she leans
forward. What she shows all depends on the dress and the occasion. I haven't
seen a dress or an occasion when showing golden-tanned tittie flesh didn't
look sexy.
The only time I ever get to see anything is when she is trying on various
dresses and shoe combinations and Janet, my older sister, isn't there to
give an opinion. Mom has to know how she looks. If I'm the last resort, I
get drafted. When I get drafted, I make damn sure I have something to hold
in front of my dick.
She tries on selections in her bedroom. I face away during changes. Just
knowing she is stripping down right behind me is killer. She makes her
selection right before she showers, so she's naked with a towel wrapped
around her when I get the call to serve. Mom in a towel is killer, but when
the towel drops, you're dead. Hearing her get dressed is killer. Hearing
zips zip and snaps snap, and frilly things frill is killer. When she's
ready, I am told to turn around. A dead man turns and watches her walk and
turn, then sit and stand up, bend this way and that, then pose as though in
casual conversation with the hostess, then say, "What do you think? Too much
color? Too flashy? The slit's too high, isn't it? I need more topside
exposure. Okay, turn around. I know just the thing."
Whether she ever noticed that all I did was stand there and stare is hard to
tell, but I got the feeling she used me like a mirror. Somehow, she'd know
whether what she finally selected was right or not and I'd get an honorable
discharge, go straight to my room and give myself a dishonorable one.
Mom tortured me but I don't think she meant to or knew how badly I ached for
her. She had to know I was horny for her, but I think she passed that off as
being horny for female body parts, not her female body parts in particular.
I wasn't that way around Janet and she's a good looking teenage girl. I'm
not sure Mom noticed, but Janet didn't interest me at all. Janet knew it
and wasn't the least bit modest around me, treating me more like a sister
than a brother. As long as Dad wasn't home, Janet would walk around naked.
We took baths together until Janet entered puberty. When Janet had a good
growth of pubic hair and tittie buds, Mom thought us bathing together was
inappropriate. We didn't and still don't. Seeing Janet naked is no big
deal, but I know a lot of guys would kill to see what I see almost every
day. Mom had to know that she was the object of my young lust and featured
in my wet dreams.
She had to sense my hunger when we were alone in a car together. That wasn't
often, but when it happened, you could part and fold the sexual tension. I
couldn't help staring at her legs, and she'd keep tugging on her skirt
because she could feel me staring. I had to stare at her legs, because she
drove with one arm shielding her boobs. She didn't have to wear those damn
skirts all the time. That's all she wore - skirts and dresses - short skirts
and short dresses unless going formal. The legs always showed after she and
Dad saw Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman." My Dad is a leg man, and my mom
loves leg men. I'd be a leg man too if she didn't have such big boobs. I was
trying. She just wasn't working with me. Did she think leg men are born -
no, you have to train them, show them what's at the top. Show some pussy,
that's how you make a leg man.
I would love to have the courage to discuss my philosophies with her, but we
talked of dumb, everyday things like the sports physical she was driving me
to, or track and field, or my chances at state, or her impossible schedule,
and then we got lost in a bad part of town and we were going to be late
which would throw off her whole day and might make her late for the
Bancroft's diner party. I'd get drafted for that one because Julia had a
date and Dad never got home before seven. The Bancrofts were party animals,
possibly swingers, which meant all the short skirts, high slits, and low
tops would come out. I had never done a Bancroft before. Mom modeling her
slut wear for me was what wet dreams are made of.
I was thinking of that when she stopped to ask this black guy where such and
such street was, calling out through my window which she sent down. He
didn't answer. He came up to check this babe out. He walked around the car
to go to her window which she lowered. The two guys he had been sitting with
took note and they walked, too, only they came to my window. I didn't like
the looks of this and jerked on Mom's sleeve as she was talking to her guy.
The other two were approaching the passenger side as she shushed me. Just as
I thought to lock my door, the doors opened and before I knew it, I was
shoved against Mom and had a knife pressed to my gut, The other two got in
back as the guy sticking me told my startled Mom, "Stay cool. Drive where we
tell you, or I'll show you this little mother fucker's liver."
I didn't like the sound of that, and neither did Mom. Well, I liked the
sound of part of it. She stayed cool, but her thigh sure was warm. I
couldn't believe I could be thinking about the feel of warmth from her thigh
at a time like this, but I had shorts on and we were skin-to-skin. I'm sure
Mom wasn't thinking about it. She was about to get raped by three large
black dudes. It didn't take a fucking genius to figure that out.
She offered the car, her money, even her pin number for the ATM card if they
would just let us out anywhere. No, they wanted pussy, too, and they put it
to her that way. She offered to throw in pussy if they let me out. She would
never use that term. She said, "I'll give you want you want, freely and
willingly if you'll just let my son go."
The guy with the knife said, "We want you to fight. We like a white bitch
that wiggles and squirms."
That pretty much left her with no more bargaining chips. Oddly, I was
relieved that they wanted me along. I knew they would probably kill us, but
at least I'd see her naked before I died. As a bonus, I'd get to watch her
get fucked - a bunch. They looked almost as horny as me. If she had to die,
I didn't want to live. If she had to suffer, I wanted to suffer, too. If
there was any chance I could save her and be her hero, I wanted to be there
to take that chance. Anyway, they wanted me to stay, so that was that. Mom
drove like a dead lady sitting next to a dead kid. I doubt she cared about
how embarrassing this might be. She just wanted it done fast. She drove slow
but wanted it done fast.
We drove through an area of abandoned buildings and vacant warehouses. This
was a great place to rape a bitch and leave the body. I'll give them that.
She didn't want to do anything that might piss them off and she'd do
anything that might make a friend. After exhausting her options, she tried
her hardest to convince them that she'd be good and her favorite fantasy was
to be taken by three virile black man and to conceive a child by one, that
she was ovulating, didn't believe in abortion, and that a father had the
right to visit his child, and have sex with the child's mother, that she
would never seek to have her child's father put away, that she could make
her husband go along, that she would assume she was pregnant because she
probably would be.
Shit, that fantasy had my dick hard though it cracked up our abductors. She
was one hot white bitch, and she agreed, then she shocked the piss out of me
when she said, "If you don't believe me, reach between my legs and feel how
wet my pussy is."
They stopped laughing. The guy with the knife said, "Kid, reach between yo
momma's legs and tell us if she got a juicy pussy."
Fuck! Mom looked to me and sternly said, "Do it, Greg." She even parted her
knees wide, so I reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. She didn't
have any panties on. My hand was on naked pussy and the lips were shaved
bald. I said, "Yes, it's wet."
He said, "Reach inside her panties and feel it real good."
I felt it real good while saying, "She's not wearing panties."
While I played with her warm, moist, semi-wet pussy, Mom said, "I never wear
panties when I come to this part of town, and I always get lost, and I
always ask men like you for directions with the doors unlocked. I don't
always score, but I wanted my son to see it if I did, because if I scored
today, he'd get a baby brother or sister. I thought he might like to see how
the child got conceived."
While the guys debated whether or not she was bullshitting them, and she
kept offering more evidence that she wasn't by elaborating on her fantasy, I
did my best to give Mom a wet pussy, because someone was going to check. I
hoped she understood why I was finger fucking her. I was pretty sure she
did. I rubbed her clit and drew the wetness from inside and spread it
outside. I can't say I didn't like my role in this survival plot. I was very
impressed that Mom could think that fast and come up with something that
good right off the cuff. All the pieces fitting made her dumb story more
convincing. All the pieces fit so perfectly. All she needed was a nice,
juicy pussy, and I created that.
When the knife guy put the knife down to reach in and check, he declared,
"Fuck me, this bitch is soppin' wet, and he's right, she ain't got no
fuckin' drawers on. Man, this slut feels nice. You're old man ain't got no
dick if he been fuckin' this pussy."
Mom said, "If you call five inches no thicker than my thumb a dick, no, he
doesn't. I know where big dicks are, though."
From the back: "Where's that, sugar."
"Between the legs of strong black men, that's where."
They were slapping and high fiving on hearing this. Mom wouldn't look at me,
but I wanted to high five with her. She was great. She was doing it. The
knife got folded up and put away. The rape was off but the fucking was on. I
could see Mom relax. We weren't out of the woods, but the threat to our
lives was greatly diminished. She had to keep up the pretense, and she put
me in heaven doing that.
She was talking like they were, using their terms, getting down right
vulgar. You would think she couldn't wait. She wanted to know if there would
be a bed where they could get down and dirty. The warehouse they had in mind
didn't. She made a bed sound like a must if they wanted some good white
pussy in style. They couldn't think of any place. She offered to buy a room
at a rooms-by-the-hour fuck joint she knew about.
Fuck joint? Rooms by the hour? A place she knew about? No panties? No locked
door? Semi-wet pussy? What the fuck?
Turns out they knew the place but just hadn't thought about it. Mom turned
the car around and headed there. They said to take seventeenth, but she knew
a shorter way. She was wrong, but what the fuck - she got us there. Mom
wouldn't look at me until she handed me a fifty and told me to buy two hours
and tell Paul that she wanted number twelve or nineteen. Paul didn't know
any Paul but gave us nineteen and threw in an extra hour.
When I passed that news to Mom, I said, "He said since you're his best
customer, he'd throw in an extra hour since you had three this time."
Any doubt that my mother wasn't a black cockhound totally vanished when I
said that, but now I was in a quandary again. That man never saw her before.
He never saw anything that looked that good before - not in his
establishment. At least Mom knew that I was playing along and right in step
with her, but where were we going besides number nineteen, and what would we
do when we got there - wait until the bad guys got out, then lock the doors
and speed off?
When we parked, Mom got out first, so that killed that plan. She opened the
door to the room. I went in first. She followed and the bad guys followed
her. She took charge right away by pulling up the only chair and setting it
by the bed for me to sit in, saying, "Sweetheart, you sit here. I want you
to have the best view. I want you to see why Mommy is always running late."
She then stands and starts taking off her clothes in a sexy strip, right in
front of me but facing them as they got their dicks out and made a running
commentary.
Speaking of running, we weren't, not with her clothes being flung all over
the room, and not with us on the wrong side of the bed with bad guys between
us and the door and the car keys tossed on the dresser behind us. With her
body parts coming out, you couldn't drag me from that room, and the first
parts were tits - both of them, naked, hot damn, what a set of hooters.
Those big black dicks were standing tall saluting them while she held them
up in offering and rolled the long nipples - best titties I ever saw, best
nipples, too, long, dark-pink mothers like strawberry Hershey's kisses.
She then starts pulling up her skirt by pressing her palms to her outer
thighs and sliding. Up, up, up, it went clear past her hips until she was
showing all while doing a sensuous grind as though she had a cock up her
twat. The blacks were seeing pussy and shucking their clothes, but all I
could see was her bare right flank. I needed to lean right or left. I didn't
want her seeing me lean either way, so I opted for left and for the rear
view.
There it was, all of it, right at the top of her sexy legs where I thought
it would be, but I never imagined her pussy without hair. God damn, that
pussy was sexy, juicy, too. She notices me checking out her ass and bends
forward, reaches between her legs with one hand, and parts the lips with her
painted nail fingers, saying, "Is Mommy's pussy wet, sweetheart?"
Being the wet pussy checker, I had to check that out, so I bravely inserted
a finger and said, "Your pussy is pretty wet, Mom."
She says, "I know it's wet enough for your father's dick, but is it wet
enough for dicks like these?"
I looked at the three massive dicks in three black hands and said, "I don't
know, Mom, those are awfully big dicks. Do you want me to try to make it
wetter?"
"Yes, I need a sopping wet cunt."
I sent two fingers up her hole and reached around with my other hand to come
in from the front and work the clit. I fucked with one hand and rubbed with
the other. She got in a half squat with her hands braced on her knees. Those
big ole boobs were hanging there wobbling with her humping. I had to do it.
I took my right hand off her clit and grabbed a boob. She said, "Yes, play
with my tits. Pinch my nipples. That'll get my cunt good and wet."
Oh, thank you, mother. She read my mind. Then again, that wasn't hard to do.
Why she'd read it and then grant my wish was hard to fathom, but who looks a
gift boob in the nipple at a time like that. She read my mind again when she
faced me and straddled my legs, putting her boobs in my face, inviting me to
use both hands and my mouth while she took over the pussy work with both of
her hands.
Jesus Christ, my Mom was standing over my cock, masturbating while feeding
me her tits. Her fuck hand was banging my dick. I never thought of that, not
in my wildest dreams. I could no more picture my mother acting like a whore
than I could picture Madona acting like my mother. Her first customer got
behind her and gave her something to feed into her pussy. She got that black
war club fed, then grabbed onto the arms of the chair and braced for a
fucking. I reached down and felt the dick slowly take possession of her
rolling pussy. This wasn't rape or survival at all costs. This was my mother
being bad. I felt my mom's hungry, horny, adulterous pussy eat a big, black
cock right down to the balls, then try to eat the balls.
In her bent over position, her head was next to mine. When she felt my hand
feeling her pussy and the cock fucking it, or rather the pussy fucking the
cock that was in it, she brought her mouth to my ear and said in a soft,
low, sensuous whisper, "Are you going to tell your father on me?"
I put my lips to her ear and whispered, "Not if I get some, too."
She came back to say, "Are you telling me you'd like to be a mother fucker?"
"It has been my life's ambition, more so than being in the Olympics. You are
the only person in the world who can help me achieve that goal."
"Then we had better keep this between us, hadn't we?"
"It'll go with me to my grave, Mom."
"If I hadn't gotten horny, that might have been a few minutes ago."
"I know. You saved our lives. I'll be forever in your debt. You're my hero."
"Just remember that three hours from now, because I want all three of my
hours. If you do that, we'll get along great from now on. We'll be bosom
buddies."
"Then we shall be bosom buddies."
Mom eased back, smiled down on me, and really gave that cock a workout. My
genital hand couldn't keep up, and I had a hard time catching her nipples. I
had no trouble when he pulled out and moved his dick to her asshole. She
went stone still for that. I nibbled on her nipples and played with her
pussy to help take her mind off the discomfort. Mostly, I reached inside to
feel the dick moving through her colon. Boy, that was weird.
Mom eventually took him to the balls. I massaged his balls against her
pussy. Boy, I was weird, but Mom loved it and wanted me to keep doing that
whenever his balls came close enough, so I had to hold his balls while he
butt-fucked her. Shit, was that ever weird.
He pulled her up straight by the tits to show his buddies what I was doing.
They made me kneel and lick her pussy, which let us know that even though
Mom sprang for the room, we were still captives and they were still
abductors.
I think Mom would have said something had he not taken charge in such a
threatening way. He was the knife guy. The threat was implied - "Eat your
momma's pussy or we'll show her your liver." I ate pussy and Mom watched
like she was glad I got that directive. She thanked the guy with a hand on
my head. She said I was great, that this was just what she needed, a
cunt-sucking son.
The one up her ass said, "Bitch, what you need is a mother fucker." With
that, he pulled her and my meal back onto the bed. Knife guy ordered me to
strip. I could see that Mom was embarrassed and nervous. She kept her legs
together and watched, thinking - thinking hard, then saying, "I don't want
his puny white dick, and I don't want to get pregnant by a white dick. I
want big black cock and black sperm."
Knife guy said, "We know what you want, bitch, and you'll get more Alabama
Black Snake than you know what ta do with, but the only sperm gonna git in
yo pussy today is what this boy got in his itty bitty nuts."
Despite all the disparaging remarks impugning my manhood, my seven inches
stood tall and proud at the ready. Mom begged like a woman who really,
really, really didn't want to bear her son a child. She looked very sincere
to me. My dick throbbed and the sperm in my balls, not nuts, were in a boil.
I had a womb brew. When they had enough of her bullshit, I was told to "go
get me some."
Mom went limp. Her legs fell open. They fell off of his legs and that made
them open, and there she was, my mom, ready for fucking, tits up and looking
fine. I crawled like a mother fucker and got to my knees between their legs,
aimed my hard cock at her pussy hole, and sank into paradise while Mom
groaned. She was snug, but I guess that was because she had a big dick up
her ass. I could feel that slab of dick move. He had her by the hips and
pushed and pulled to make his dick go in and out by a few inches. I added my
own movements. Pretty soon, Mom added hers.
We didn't need three people moving, so I settled over her body to bury my
face in her boobs, now broad and wobbly, easy to move about on her chest.
She needed a support bra, but I liked them this way - mudder udders. Gravity
gives mudder udders a different look and shape -tits up, tits down, up
straight, standing on her head - four boobs in one, tits perfect for fucking
even with a seven-inch dick. Janet has one set no matter what position she's
in and you can forget fucking them. Those hard puppies refuse to budge, and
no way are they coming together.
They wanted us to kiss, so we kissed, lips only for a little bit and then
she slipped me some tongue and we were off to the races. I was soul kissin'
like a mother fucker. Damn, she was a good kisser and she seemed to like the
way I kissed, too. We were having a good old spit-swappin' time until this
big, one-eyed, purple-headed snake's head tried to wedge in.
The fucker was jacking off and I was backing off until he smacked me on the
back of the head and told me to keep on kissing but make room for Sambo. Mom
brought my head back and brought my lips to hers and Sambo's head. There, we
shared a dick with our lips and tongues - A DICK THAT WAS ABOUT TO FUCKING
CUM IN OUR MOUTHS!
Talk about gross. He jacked off in our mouths and then we had to go back to
soul kissing. I expected Mom to quickly swallow everything, but she didn't.
She kept pushing that load back in my mouth. I could feel the passion in the
way she held my head - firmly in her grasp. She obviously wanted me to
swallow it, though I obviously wanted her to have the honors. She insisted.
I resisted. Sperm kept going back and forth - a big wad, a mega load,
fucking gross.
I needed to tell her that someone was trying to stick a snake up my ass - a
god damn python. I think she mistook that for my passion. Anyway, she
wouldn't swallow so I had to, and that really turned her the fuck on. She
fed me cum from her mouth. By the time I could speak and tell her to think
of something quick, there was no point; besides, she was now kissing the guy
who was fucking me. He made me cum in her pussy. I was just along for the
ride. I was one of two slices of white turkey meat in a black rye sandwich,
and one slice was awful damn happy about being there.
For the next two hours WE were used like punks. They fucked her pussy but
only to drive my sperm deeper into her womb. They each came three times.
They came in our mouths or asses and I usually ended up eating it. Whatever
got spilled, I licked even had to lick the stuff out of Mom's ass; she had
to lick it out of mine. I wanted to get intimate with her, but not that
intimate. I always wanted to kiss the hole she pisses through, but not suck
on it while she's pissing. They had to hold a knife to her throat to get her
to do that. When it came my turn to piss in her mouth, I didn't wait for the
knife. She nursed; I pissed. I felt raped. I don't know how she felt. She
looked pretty damn content to me, like one well-fucked slut as they took all
of our things and left in the car.
Mom lay sprawled on the bed they had stripped of all bedding. I came up and
laid in the crook of her arm. She looked over and then drew that arm in to
hug me, happy that we had survived. Toward the end, we weren't sure. I said,
"That was close, wasn't it?"
"Too close for comfort. I was afraid you wouldn't hold up. I think you saved
us, Greg. You're my hero."
She then kissed me on the forehead, not on the lips. She saw my
disappointment and then kissed me on the lips, but without the tongue. It
was a nice, long, unmotherly kiss, the kind mother fuckers like. I smiled.
She smiled, then said, "We must go back the way we were. I hope you realize
that."
"You said we'd be like bosom buddies if I didn't tell Dad."
"Greg, we can tell him, now. We were car-jacked and raped. I'm reporting
this. I want those bastards caught, tried, and convicted before they kill
someone."
I must have looked like a sad puppy. She chucked my chin and said, "I know
you have wanted me for many years, now. I know you've wanted to see me naked
and at least play with my boobs. You got to see everything and do everything
and a little more besides. You've done things they don't even do in
Arkansas. I'll tell you something else. I am starting my ovulation cycle. I
should be in that bathroom trying to wash your sperm out. I can treat that
sperm as a son's discharge or as evidence. If I get pregnant, I will bear
you a child and everyone will know the child is yours, the product of forced
intercourse. Your father will understand. I'll let you make the call. Should
I try to prevent pregnancy, or should I lie here and let your sperm soak
into my womb?"
I couldn't believe she was serious, but she was. I didn't think she'd
begrudge me wanting to knock her up. I smiled and said, "Give my boys a
shot. Soak."
There came a hard rap on the door. The manager shouted, "HEY! LADY, are you
all right in there!"
Mom leapt off the bed, ran to the door, and cracked the door open. The man
I bought the room from looked at Mom's bare left tit while she excitedly
explained how we'd been abducted at knife point, taken here and raped, that
we had no clothes, bedding, towels, nothing to cover ourselves with and no
way to get hold of him, thank god he thought to check on us. He said he'd go
call the cops, so she opened the door wider and gave him more tit to look at
along with a good shot of leg as she said, "Thank you. Could you find us
something to wrap up in before they get here? As you can see, we're both
naked. This is very embarrassing. I'm in here with my son."
The guy pokes his head in so he can look for himself as though he needed to
check that story out. She lets him in so that no one would see past him and
to us - or so it seemed. He was liking this shit, running his eyes all over
her body. He was stalling, but she didn't mind. She certainly wasn't
embarrassed. She looked like she wanted to put it all out there for him to
inspect. She didn't even have her feet together. She stood shoulders back,
arms at her sides, presenting this fat creep with her impressive full
frontal nudity.
I didn't know what to make of this. She couldn't be horny for this unshaven
pig. He gave the room a cursory going over, then looked back to her - back
to her tits and pussy, inspecting her, not knowing what to make of it,
either, before saying, "Just wait here. I'll get you some bedspreads, but I
want them back."
She said, "Thank you so much. I'll deliver them personally first thing
tomorrow. When will you be here?"
"I go on duty at noon. How about eleven?"
"All right, I'll be here at eleven. I presume you'll be at the office."
"How about we meet right here?"
"All right, I'll meet with you in this room on one condition. You don't
check on us until our time expires and you notice the car is gone. We've
been through a horrible experience, something no mother and son should ever
be forced into. We need time to sort through all this before the police get
involved. I would be very appreciative of that time."
Now, she made sense and I tried to look traumatized when he looked at me. He
looked back to her and said, "Yeah, how appreciative?"
"You'll need a condom - one condom. That's how appreciative."
I couldn't see his shit-eating grin but I felt it as he grabbed her tit and
said, "You got fifty minutes to straighten Junior out, then I'm opening the
door. We'll just take it from there. I didn't see shit, don't know shit. All
I know is some broad and her kid got themselves raped."
Mom parried his hand from going between her legs, saying, "Don't tamper with
the evidence."
He withdrew saying, "You just see you get back here tomorrow, or I tell the
cops you wanted another hour alone with your little stud and you stole my
bedspreads."
"I said I'd be here, and I'll be here. If you'll leave now, I'll give you
the full hour and you can use all the condoms you need."
He left, but slowly and grinning. Mom came back to the mattress, crawled
back to her place beside me, placed her arm around me, and said, "We do need
to talk - just talk, stud."
I smiled like a stud though I only got to fuck her once and the other guy
gets all the credit. He was the stud with the pile driving ass. She brushed
hair from my eyes as she said, "You must be wondering why I wasn't wearing
panties."
"Don't keep me in suspense."
"I'll let you in on a little secret that your father doesn't know about.
When I go into my ovulation cycle, I get very horny. I dress sexy, shave my
vagina, and more often than not, I don't wear panties. I go out asking for
trouble. Your father would call it trolling for cock, and he'd be very upset
if he knew I ever did that. So far, I've been very lucky, lucky as in not
getting pregnant."
"So, you've done this before?"
"Yes, but nothing like this. I do most of my trolling in a safer part of
town. I have been to this motel before, twice before. I never saw him, but
this room is familiar."
"How much trolling do you do?"
"I do some in every cycle. I don't always score. The again, fishermen don't
always catch fish."
"How many fish have you caught?"
"A lady never counts, Greg. I'd say, ninety-two over a ten year period -
ninety-five, now. Ninety-six counting you. Tomorrow at eleven it'll be
ninety seven."
I had to laugh. I also had to do some quick math [120 months divided by 97
dicks] almost one each month. That may be a bad haul for fish, but my dad
would be impressed. If the average cock was ten inches long, that was 970
inches or over eighty feet of cock she'd cheated on. If each dumped an
average of two loads of sperm at one and a half tablespoons per load, that
was over three gallons of sperm during the worst time of the month. I had to
ask, "Why do you take chances like that? Are you on the pill or do they wear
condoms?"
"No, I'm as fertile as a Catholic wife can be. I do it because the risk is
so exciting, like walking at the edge of a cliff is exciting. If I ever get
knocked up while your father is wearing condoms, it had better be rape and
it had better be reported back when I was last ovulating. I can't miss a
period and then go, oh, I was raped."
"You sure like taking chances."
"The higher the risk, the greater the excitement. Each time I score, I have
to sweat out two weeks until my period comes. Sometimes, they come late. The
excitement lasts from first contact to the first splotch of blood. I never
wanted this much excitement, but there we were, and then there they were
forcing the issue. Trust me, I was not trolling, and the doors weren't
locked because I forgot to lock them."
"Mom, I never thought you were."
"Well, it certainly looked that way, and I couldn't blame you if you did
think that, especially after what I just told you. Greg, I am an unfaithful
wife. I can't change, and I don't want to change. However this may impact my
marriage, I will continue to be unfaithful, but I would never act that
irresponsibly, not with you or Janet in the car. I was not turned on when
you reached between my legs. You may have felt wetness, but that wasn't
arousal wetness you felt. I want you to know that."
"Mom, I'm not an idiot. With a sister like Janet, don't you think I'd know
the difference?"
She smiled and said, "You certainly knew how to make the difference, you
little devil. You're the one who made me so damn horny that I had to get
laid if it killed me - killed us."
I beamed and said, "You're lucky I was there, and luckier that he wanted me
to do the checking."
"I figured he'd have to make you check. He had no other way unless he put
the knife down - no easy way. He did what I thought he'd do, and you did
what I prayed you'd do, which was make it wet. You can't think it wet, not
at a time like that, and I only turn on the water works with physical
stimulation. A man doesn't score with me unless he treats me like a whore
and has the balls to reach between my legs and make me wet. That bozo would
have gotten laid had he not taken my no for an answer. I'm serious. I didn't
push away that hard. If he had gone back for it, I'd let him have his way
and never brought up the subject of rubbers. I never do. If a man does it
right, his reward is a pussy he can ejaculate in to his heart's content. I
let them drain their balls in me, and most are good for three cums before
they've had enough."
Wow, almost five gallons of cum. I said, "I'm glad he took your no."
"I am too. He doesn't deserve to have his sperm compete with yours."
Mom was trying to tell me something, and I was feeling a bit thick. I can
usually catch on quick. She could see I wasn't and added, "Greg, I know you
are hoping you knocked me up. I hate to tell you, but I don't knock up
easily. Your father and I had to go out of our way, keeping fresh sperm in
my womb throughout a cycle to conceive. I doubt that one time early on will
do it. You would have to keep putting fresh sperm in me - three, four times
a day for at least a week."
Duh, light dawns. I laid my hand on her lower abdomen and said, "I would,
huh?"
She looked at my hand making larger and larger circles, advancing on her
trimmed muff then said, "Greg, you stop that. Don't you dare venture any
lower."
My fingers were now in her pubic hairs and stayed as I said, "You have a
very sexy pussy, Mom."
"Greg, don't talk to me that way, and I'll thank you not to touch me down
there."
I slipped my index finger down inside the slit, saying, "I like the way your
clit sticks out when you get horny."
She clamped her thighs on my stroking finger while saying, "Greg, I'm your
mother, not your whore."
I pushed to get my finger down to the hole while saying, "Your pussy is wet
like a whore's cunt."
Her thighs relaxed and I got my finger in deep as she purred, "Greg, get
your fingers out of there. Mommy doesn't like it when you treat me this
way - like I'm some kind of whore with a cunt between her legs that you can
just stick your fingers in."
She began widening her legs so I had room to give her the treatment. We both
looked at her pussy getting the treatment. Her legs kept widening. I made
room by getting up and straddling her thigh which was now perpendicular to
her torso in a straight line with the other one. I used one hand in her
pussy and one on her tits. My dick was sticking straight out over her left
hip. She reached out and began stroking. Her loins began a slow rolling
grind on three fucking fingers as she said, "Oh, Greg, you are so nasty, so
sexy, so hard. You make Mommy so fucking horny. Kiss me, then tell me what
you're going to do to me."
We kissed as lovers do when they have a mouthful of cum, then I rolled onto
her, placed my lips to her ear and softly, sexily whispered, "I'm going to
make you my whore."
I had the head of my dick in her pussy, so when she grabbed my ass and
heaved up, my balls slammed into her asshole. After that, I was along for
the ride, but I dumped another fresh load in her twat - more evidence.
We remained connected and did a lot of nice kissing. I was in mother fucker
heaven, and she was in mother fuckee heaven. We were quite a sight when
shithead opened the door on us. We forgot, but he was ten minutes early
anyway. He tossed us bedding and said, "Just like I figured. You god damn
well better be here at eleven, bitch."
Mom shouted, "I'll be here, now shut the fucking door. Go call the cops or
it's your word against ours, and you can just sit in here tomorrow and jack
off."
He shut the door. He wasn't very bright. He should have brought a camera or
a witness. Mom hugged me, still with my spent dick in her, saying, "I can
see you'll be difficult to live with now that you know my secrets and my
weaknesses. I hope you won't take advantage."
"We'll see, won't we."
Mom smiled then slapped my butt and said, "Let's get wrapped and looking
raped. The cops are sometimes very quick to respond."
* * *
My mom delivered me a seven pound, eight ounce bouncing baby boy, but she
was right - it took a lot of fucking - five, six, seven times a day. The
three rapists were caught and convicted, and you wouldn't believe the lies
they said about my mom. No one did. Our home life remained pretty much the
same, but every now and then, I treated Mom like a whore. Every now and
then, she responded like one. It don't get any better than that, sports
fans.
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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before
you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can
all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to
other minors. PP
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