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Copyright (C) 1999, Mkarl. ALL Rights Reserved
Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Sunday PM, July 18, 1999
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A Mother Fucking Odyssey IV
By Mkarl
It finally happened for me just as early summer arrived for my sixteenth
year of life. My dad's responsibilities at work shifted and suddenly Mom was
sleeping alone for more then a week at a time. She had purchased a high powered
vibrator and I could hear her loneliness through her bedroom door when I
pressed my ear.
I was not exactly at a high point in my own relationships. Looking back,
I realize most guys would have a hard time sympathizing for me as I already was
experienced with five different girls and I was not yet seventeen, but I was
really regretting my screw up with Michelle. For a couple of hours of perverted
indulgence, I had wrecked a very interesting relationship. I still had Lean but
the slut was really heavy into her nose candy. She was fucking just about
anything that was wearing pants around the school and I was beginning to think
I should drop her before she gave me something. I could not put it off any
longer. I made the decision to use Lean for one last fuck and this time I would
be the one to put the show on for my mother.
Lean giggled when I told her that the show would be for my Mom. The
little deviant had the nerve to tease me that I was the perv for getting "it"
up for my own mother. I told her that if she helped me that I would let her go
but she did not seam to even care about that anymore.
Lean asked me what we should do for Mom's view. I told her that she was
not going to wreck everything like with Michelle. I would control the sex and
Lean would do as she was told. Lean said she wanted to do my Mom but I totally
put my foot down. I just wanted to show Mom that I could fuck and then I would
wait and see if that was what Mom wanted.
The years of Mom cock-teasing me seamed to indicate that the idea of
incest titillated Mom at the very least but from my observations, I was pretty
sure in my own mind that Mom had never fucked around on dad and so I was
dubious on just how far she was truly willing to go with me. I mean if Mom was
just a regular bitch then I would have simply raped her for all the teasing she
had put on me but she was my Mom. I did not want to get disowned or anything so
the safest play was to show Mom that I could out perform any simple vibrator.
I decide to have Lean in my mother's own bed. It would be a nightly
reminder to my Mom for the rest of her life, or at least until she bought a new
bedroom suit. I had Lean strip naked and we waited in the living room for my
Mom to drive in the yard before hustling our young asses into action. I had
instructed Lean to be really loud so Mom had no choice but to hear the
performance as soon as she walked through the door.
"Fuck me Michael. Oh god! Your so good Michael."
Lean was earning her money if I had been paying her. I pounded into her
cunt as hard as I could to get the bed squeaking. I had positioned a mirror in
the corner of the room to give me a view at the doorway. The way the bedroom
was organized, Mom would be able to convince herself that she was watching in
secret if that proved to be her choice.
My heart was racing and not just from humping Lean as I waited to see
Mom's face peek into the room from the mirror. I could not let up on Lean to
listen for Mom's footsteps in the hallway for fear it would spook Mom away. I
was trying to prepare myself for every possibility, from Mom just going back
out the front door to having her barge right in with a bowling pin to crush my
head for using her bed, when my number one hope played out.
I was actually fucking right in front of my own Mom. I kissed Lean on the
lips to signal her that we had our audience. I eased p my thrusting as the need
to shake the bed was over. I shifted myself so that my Mom would get to check
out my full length as I dicked Lean's twat. I could not risk taking a stare at
the mirror in the corner for fear that my mother would discover her own
exposure but I could not resist taking several reassuring glances to confirm
that I had my mother hooked on this perverted vision.
I wanted to show myself off in every conceivable manner to my mother. I
told Lean that she should suck my cock. The little bitch told me to pull her
hair like I always did. I wanted to hit her. I was not at all sure how Mom
would react to watching my taste for the rough stuff but Lean knew that I was
in a very precarious spot trying to navigate totally uncharted waters and she
was going to get her kicks pushing the envelope for me.
I was trying to be as limp wristed as possible as I held a handful of
Lean's short auburn hair. "Come on Michael. Pull it. Don't worry about hurting
me. I know how much you like that."
The bitch was going to fucking ruin everything. I pulled her deep onto my
cock. At least the slut could not yap while I was gagging her on my seven
inches. I risked a look into the mirror expecting a look of shock on Mom's face
or even to see that she had been driven off but that is when my mother fucking
odyssey took its final turn into the homestretch. Mom's jeans were unzipped and
her hand was in the front of her panties. My Mom was liking me.
I was almost unable to break my stare at the mirror. A quick thought of
just grabbing my Mom flashed into my brain but my feet felt nailed to the
floor. My hormones were in turbo overdrive and then Lean was getting her face
shot. I guess the slut was not out to actually ruin my play for my mother as
she dutifully pulled off of my dick just as I started to shoot so she could
wear my load for my Mom's observation.
"Yummy Michael, you come so much."
Lean took a squirt right in her eye but the kid was all smiles as she did
her best to show off her glazed face to where my Mom could get the picture. I
had just an instant of feeling like a geek but then my dick kicked my brain
back into action and I told Lean to get back into bed before Mom backed away
for fear that the show was over.
I knew I had been breast fed as an infant and the possibility of playing
onto Mom's real memories led my lips down to Lean's nipples. I nursed from Lean
as she encouraged me to twist her nipples and bite her hard. I was still uneasy
about looking like a freak in front of my Mom although I realize it might seam
like I am just splitting hairs considering that I was going so far as to even
fuck in front of her in the first place. My Mom continued to finger herself as
I played with Lean so I just played it out but Lean kept taking it up.
"Milk me like you did your Mommy Michael. I bet you liked it when you
were a baby huh sweety. You used to suck titties all the time. You used to milk
your own Mommy. Tell me that you loved to milk your Mommy."
There was no way for me to tell Lean to shut the fuck up without warning
my Mom that we knew she was there. My immediate thought was to kill the slut
but then again my Mom was watching so maybe I did need to take the chance. I
had always assumed that Mom did not go all the way with me out of loyalty
towards my dad but maybe she was just not sure about my desires for her. I
really had nothing to loose because Lean was determined to have her fun.
"I always loved to milk my Mommy. I sucked her tits like a horny little
baby."
""Yeah suck my tits now Michael. Suck my tits like I am your Mommy. Suck
my tits like you wish you could still suck your Mommies titties. You nasty boy.
You little Mommy-loving nasty boy. I want you to fuck my tits. You never got to
fuck your Mommy's tits when you were little did you?"
"No."
"You always wanted to fuck your Mommy's tits and cum all over your
Mommy's face; didn't you?"
It was another Moment of truth. "Yes."
"Call me Mommy Michael. You know I can be your Mommy. Fuck Mommy's tits
baby. I am going to be the sexy Mommy you always wanted."
The cat seamed to be not only out of the bag but the bag was pretty much
paper shred as I wiped some of my still wet cum from Lean's cheek down between
her breasts for lubrication and made my mount. I thought about moving Lean
around so that Mom would get a better look at the action but I could not take
the chance so I just had to allow her my most unflattering angle as I
tit-fucked while verbalizing my mother fantasy.
"Don't cum between my titties Michael. I want you to rape me like last
time first."
"What."
"You know Michael. Pretend that I am your Mom and I cock-teased you so
now you are going to teach me my lesson again. It makes me hot to hear you tell
me that I am your Mommy-slut. We are in her bed this time. You can really
imagine that I am actually your Mom and rape me like she deserves."
My heart stopped beating. I know it did. I was positive that I had kept
Lean from getting high before we had started the show but I could not imagine
why the bitch was being such a freak. It was utterly impossible to turn back
the clock so I had no choice.
It felt good to slap Lean in the face. If the cunt was going to ruin my
chance with my Mom like I blamed her for Michelle then I could at least make
her pay. Lean was totally into the game.
"Michael. I am your mother. Doesn't that count for anything?"
I said something too lame for me to remember. I was freaking out myself
that I was play raping my own mother while she watched from seclusion. I saw in
the mirror that Mom was no longer finger-fucking herself and now stood with a
very indefinable look on her face. I was pretty much convinced that I would be
expelled from the house at this point already so I just gave it to Lean again
and again. If the bitch wanted to get slapped around then she could be my
punching bag for all I cared.
Mom just watched from the doorway as I slapped Lean to tears.
"Michael, Mommy is sorry. Mommy knows that you are a big boy now. Show
Mommy what a big boy you are. Mommy knows what you want now. Show Mommy what
you want from her from now on. Your too old for milk and cookies now baby so
show Mommy what she needs to do for you from now on."
I really did not know what the fuck Lean was all about. She was just
about the world's greatest freak. I guess a thousand dollar a month habit at
age fifteen will do that. Still I guess I will always owe the little slut
something. I have matured over time and realize that I screwed my relationship
with Michelle even without Lean's input no matter how much I wanted to blame
her at the time. Even if Lean had been the problem with Michelle, I still
should have had no ill feelings towards her because against every odd, her
bizarre actions in front of my Mom on that summer afternoon finally made my
life perfect.
It was finally obvious to me as I raped my "Mommy." As I fucked Lean to
finish, my eyes met Mom's in the mirror and she knew I had seen her. She had
watched me rape "her." It could never be business as normal ever again. I laid
down on top of Lean as I finished my mind-blowing orgasm deep in her "Mommy"
womb and wiped the sweat from my eyes. Mom was gone from the doorway and as
Lean stepped into her panties we heard the car start outside. Mom could run but
she would never again be able to hide from the truth.
"So was that it Michael?"
"What."
"She's yours you know. Your own Mom. It is kind of sick but I like it. I
see the way you always look at me so I suppose it is over for us huh."
"We can still be friends."
"Yeah. I know how to be a really fun little friend Michael. I never knew
a guy that fucked his own Mom before. I just knew she would be into the rough
stuff. Your dad is such a pussy."
"No he's not."
"Yes he is Michael. A mother does not cock tease her male son for all
these years unless she is totally in need. You are the new man of the house.
Your Mom will think about our little show today but you will have her tonight."
"Dad's home tonight."
"Tomorrow. Whatever. She is yours Michael and I gave her to you. It is so
fucking cool. One day I am going to do her with you. We could even get some
guys from the football team. That would be my fantasy. You owe me Michael but I
am not going to collect until you want to pay be back."
My trip with Lean had ended at least for the Moment. Our paths would
cross again but that is a tale for another time as the title for this work is a
mother fucking odyssey and I was about to make it appropriate.
Mom came home near bed time that night and we could not talk as dad was
already home. I stayed to myself in my bedroom still not one hundred percent
confidant that I was not about to be on the business end of dad's belt but then
morning was there and dad was on his way for a day of fishing at the cabin. I
found Mom in the kitchen.
"Good morning sleepyhead. You slept so long you must have been exhausted
from yesterday."
Fuck. My eyeballs almost popped out of my head. I did not even know my
Mom owned such a slut outfit and I had always made it a point to make regular
inventory accounts of her underwear drawl. Her panties were as see-through as
glass. Her bra was heavy under wired as if she needed any help in that
department. The fishnet stockings had her legs framed in exquisite elegance.
She had even managed to find time to do up her hair following dads departure
and preceding my own entry into the scene.
"Sit down honey and Mommy will get you a bowl of cereal."
I had sweat pants on and no underwear so there was no chance no hide
Mom's effect on me although it was quite obvious even to me that the time for
games was pretty much over. Mom bent over and thrust her beautiful ass back to
me as she took out the cereal from the cub bard. She wiggled herself in a
manner which riveted my eyes to her almost naked derriere and I guess that is
where my line of sight was fixated when Mom turned to face me.
"Did you enjoy looking at my ass just now. Do not deny it Michael. I saw
you."
"Mom." Even knowing I was about to fuck her, I still felt sheepish like
the naughty little boy.
"We have to talk Michael." Mom had the look in her eye that I will
forever immortalize in my memories. The primal look of lust of a girl about to
let herself be laid down and dirty.
"About what?" I wanted to kill myself my voice sounded so stupid.
"Sex, Michael. I need to know what you know."
"What do you mean?" It was all I could do to keep myself from throwing
Mom on the floor.
"Michael I know that you have been intimate with Lean. It is okay baby as
I now know that you are becoming a man in that regard but I am curious also.
Just how experienced are you honey?"
Did she want a list? "This is kind of embarrassing Mom." God I was a
wuss.
"I need to know Michael."
What the half naked-mother wants "a couple of girls."
:"Like who?"
I guess she did want the list. "While, Lean and Coral from down the road.
Michelle that I was seeing last fall and Robin and even your old friend Janet."
"Michael, Janet is almost old enough to be your mother."
"While I did not really fuck her Mom we just fooled around." I said it
before I could catch myself. My Mom had never let me swear in the house before
but now I was saying fuck and using it in the dirtiest way intended right in
front of my own Mom. It was all going to happen.
"Robin, Michael? Not cousin Robin?"
Oh-oh.
"Michael that is incest. People say you should not do incest. I mean
sometimes it happens but it is dangerous. Do you understand Michael"
I figured I was beginning to understand a lot but then I got the curve
ball.
"Were you ever with any boys Michael?"
What the fuck was that question all about and what should the answer be?
"Why do you ask that Mom?"
"I saw you shoot off into a pair of my panties once Michael."
Ouuuu....yuck.
"I was afraid you might like guys some. It is okay though because I like
girls sometimes."
Now that was unexpected. Why was I having such a tough time making my
mouth work. Mom seamed to be practically begging for it.
"I am almost ashamed to admit I kind of purposely teased you a little to
see if you liked girls but then I am your Mom so there was only so far I could
go. I hope I did not frustrate you too much."
What type of fucking question was that? Was it even a question? "It was
okay Mom."
What did I say? Mom had to think I was the biggest geek in the world.
Why couldn't I just tell her that I wanted to fuck her brains out. Was I
waiting for her to actually drop to her knees and start sucking my cock. I mean
that would have been excellent but despite Mom's state of dress [or undress as
the case might have been] and provocative discourse, even by immature human
awareness was sensing that she was actually as nervous as I in the journey we
were about to undertake. My pitiful brain told me to try to help Mom out but
this was a trip she was going to have to get rolling on her own. Thankfully Mom
was woman enough to meet the challenge.
"Tell me Michael, How often do you play with yourself?"
Now "that" was a question. "Four or five times a day."
You could have knocked Mom over with a spoon. "Good God, I mean, I am
sorry Michael but you dad can't even get "it" up four times in a month."
I heard my giggle before I could stop it.
"It is okay Michael. I am just totally in awe that a guy can get "it" up
that often. Is "it" always hard?"
"Most of the time," I answered truthfully.
"Don't be embarrassed Michael. Tell me about your erotic wet-dreams."
"What should I say?"
"What do you think about Michael?"
"Just girls, Mom."
"Who?"
It was time for escalation. "You Mom."
"Really?" Mom actually blushed. I knew it was the answer she wanted and
she knew that I knew it.
"Tell me Michael, do you ever think about really interesting things to do
about sex?"
"Like what?" I guessed where Mom was heading but I had to be sure.
"Well, do you just think about having your cock in my mouth or between my
tits or maybe in my ass or even my pussy, or do you like to make it more fun
like maybe I get all tied up and helpless or you even make me be a whore to
other kids?"
"I guess sometimes."
"Do you want to hear about the first time I ever got laid?"
Oh hell yeah.
"I was only eleven years old but I was already very curious about sex. I
guess it runs in the family to get started so young. Anyhow, it probably
started when I caught my brother in the barn with Suzy. I really thought it
looked fun to see what boys wanted girls to do. I started trying to get boys to
like me and it almost happened in school. Some older boys were touching me all
over saying I was a cock-teaser and they pulled me into the washroom. They
probably would have gave me such a hot fuck on that dirty floor but I got too
stupid and escaped before they even got my pants pulled off. I was so mad at
myself. I wanted to tell the boys that they could get me back into the bathroom
and this time they would have all the fun they wanted but I was too scared. I
needed a man that would know how to treat me and that was when we hired Tyrone
to help for the fall. Tyrone was a Black man honey."
"Mom." I was raised to call everyone equal but people of color were few
in number in our community. Their were a few Blacks in school but they were all
jocks on the football team so I was isolated enough from that world to consider
them highly exotic. I never realized how an experience of my mother's twenty
two years previous would now forever shape my fantasy life.
"It shocks you Michael. It was so taboo for me. I was almost unable to
even believe that my daddy would allow a Nigger to live on our farm. That is
what daddy always called them. I know it is so wrong but that is what I love to
call them now too because I learned that "Nigger" does not mean bad. It means
good Michael. It is like how gay people use their own terms for empowerment and
I sure learned the power of the Nigger."
"How did it happen Mom." I knew she was describing a scene from when she
was just a kid but I was starting to get lost in a shocking little image of her
at the business end of a Black cock right as she stood and talked to me dressed
in her slut outfit.
"I knew that daddy did not want my sisters or Mom alone with Tyrone so it
started making me have such ideas. Tyrone was such a good worker and was very
funny when I talked with him. I guess daddy thought I was too little to get in
trouble with the "Nigger" cause he left me alone with him lots when he worked.
I loved to see how beautiful Tyrone was when he was sweating and took his shirt
off. I told him it was hot one day and he let me wipe all over his gorgeous
Black body with a wet cloth. The thing that got the wettest was my panties."
"Wow."
"It doesn't bother you that I was hot for a "Nigger", does it Michael."
"No Mom. It is kind of weird to hear that word though."
"I am sorry honey. The word is just magic too me. Black magic. It makes
me wet just too say it. Feel me."
Mom's panties were so sheer that I was practically rubbing her cunt. I
almost went for it but I actually needed to hear the completion as Tyrone got
himself lucky and Mom joined the world of womanhood.
"The day I knew that I finally had to have Tyrone was when I caught him
peeing. I knew he saw me but he acted like he was alone and pulled down his
pants. Daddy and Mommy were in town so I just stared at that huge Black man
cock as Tyrone pissed right in front of me. He was bigger then my brother of my
father and it was still soft. He shook it all sexy like boys do after they get
to piss and then he started to touch himself. I think every girl loves when a
guy really knows how to do it. I mean with your father it looks all faggy but
Tyrone was a real man and I was like hypnotized watching the charmer and his
snake. He was all hard when he called my name. I was in a fairy tale as my
handsome Nigger prince stripped me for his use. All my little girl fears that I
was not woman enough to have such a magnificent stud washed away with the first
kiss of his big Black lips pressed onto me. I wanted to be good. I wanted
desperately to satisfy all of his delicious Nigger desires with my in t white
body. I did not care if my daddy would kill me. I was a Nigger lover and I had
to prove it. Tyrone allowed me to worship his godliness from my knees. It was
way more fun then I ever had on my knees on a Sunday before. I wanted so much
to be like my brother's slut and get it all in my mouth but I was choking just
on the head. Tyrone asked if I wanted to try it in my cunt. I was so proud. I
was a real woman. It hurt so fiercely but I was very brave and stayed quiet so
my nosy sisters would not come spoil the fun. They hated work so Tyrone just
loved me until he was satisfied. I wanted it inside of me but he would not do
it because he said my daddy would hang him up if I got in the family way with a
child of color."
"Did he cum on your face Mom?"
"No he never did. Even when I sucked him off. He was a real gentleman if
any adult fucking an eleven year old kid can be called that."
"Did he ever cum in your cunt Mom?"
"No honey. That was too much chance. I was too young to go on the pill. I
mean I was a little slut then even like I am now, but I still knew I had to
maintain my reputation. It was okay to cock-tease and even fool around but it
was vital that I maintain a pretense of getting away with white for my wedding
day and I almost made it."
"What does that mean Mom?"
"Oh-oh. I did not really intend to say that."
"What Mom."
"You have to understand Michael. I mean you know how I always pretend to
be such a good little girl when I go to church every Sunday."
"Yeah."
"It is very important to your daddy that I am a good girl. I love him
dispute his faults and it is for that love that I have been faithful to him
ever since we married. I have been driven nearly insane with my lusts. I tried
to buy that big Black dildo that is in my panty drawl. I was always afraid that
your daddy or even you would know what it meant, but I guess I do not have to
worry about you any more. Anyhow, what I am trying to tell you is that Mommy
got all out of control as a teenager. I think it killed my daddy with a heart
attack. He could not control me. No one could. I loved sex too much, especially
anything kinky. One of my favorites was actually one time that I caught a boy I
liked with another boy."
"Yuck."
"Don't say that Michael. I thought maybe you did it too. I mean I am glad
you like girls too because I definitely want to be a grandmother but it just
looked so damn sexy when I saw Billy that night. I was only hoping to spy
through his bedroom window and maybe see his cock. He was the only Black kid
that lived within three miles of the farm. He was like some sort of foster kid
for the Master's family and even though he was a couple of years younger then
me at just twelve years of age, he was more then worth the walk to his house.
Then came the night that David was sleeping over. He looked so puny next to
Billy's sexy Black body. Both kids started to strip and I was trying to get
myself off in what I assumed would be just a few seconds of exposed cock
viewing when David got down on his knees. I almost pissed myself in excitement
to see that lucky little blond boy get my hearts desires. Billy was nowhere as
large as Tyrone had been because of the age difference I presume. Where Ty was
as thick as a silver dollar, Billy seamed more like a fifty-cents piece. He was
long enough it still shocked the hell out of me when he worked it in ball deep
down David's throat. It was absolutely delicious to see a little white boy get
so faggy like only a girl should and accept that superior cock of the Nigger."
"That just sounds pretty racist Mom."
"It is how I feel Michael and judging from the wetness in your sweat
pants you liked it too."
I had actually came in my pants.
"Take them off now Michael."
"Why Mom?"
"I have to clean them before they stain."
I was about to leave for my room but Mom said for me to strip in the
kitchen. I guess I was going to have to get naked to fuck her eventually so
there I was with my cock still pretty hard, handing my messed pants to my Mom.
"Mom! What are doing."
"I am cleaning your pants baby. Mommy made this mess so Mommy should
clean it."
For a kid who had been in a three way, nursed from a new mother's tits,
pissed in a chick's mouth and even actually raped, it should seam that I would
have been beyond the point of shock but I still had a lot to learn.
"You licked my panties Michael. I mean who do you think cleans your
sheets in the morning after you run off to school all relaxed from your horny
dreams. I kind of expected that I had a little to do with some of those wet
spots so it was only fair that Mommy clean them for you."
"Are we going to fuck Mom?"
"Of course we are silly. But I made a mistake and told you something that
I better explain more, about your sister."
I did not have a sister.
It happened when I was sixteen Michael and it almost ruined my like."
"Is she Black Mom?"
"All three of her daddies were Niggers Michael. I was raped."
"Oh no."
"My friend told me I deserved it for playing with fire. She said I would
get burnt. I was living with her family after daddy died. We were poor and so I
was in the city. I had some fake idea and I loved to go to the Black section of
town. My friend was not into it so I was alone and this one guy was buying me
some drinks. He said he knew I was not eighteen. I begged him not to tell on me
but he just told me to relax. He said he knew what I wanted. I was a little
drunk as the bar started to empty near closing. I was the only white person
there and then the only two other girls left and it was just me and nine Nigger
studs."
"Oh-oh Mom."
"Oh-oh is right Michael. I said I better go but the Nigger said not to be
so stupid. He said I was going to love it. The guys all knew what was going to
happen and no one tried to stop the bastard when he hit me and threw me up onto
the pool table. He said I was going to get what every white bitch dreamed of. I
mean I might have liked it Michael but the Niggers were not asking and I was
scared. He had a knife that was so fucking sharp and he ruined my shirt and
pants cutting them off. I was in real trouble and tried to scream so I got my
panties shoved in my mouth to quiet me as the first few Niggers had their
turns. I was soon spun around and it was the first time for me in the ass. At
several points I was forced to get up on one cock in my cunt while a second
Nigger mounted my ass a third Black bastard completed the oreo fuck-sand which
in my mouth. I pleaded with the guys that I needed them to wear condoms for my
protection but it was rape so I was out of luck. Actually only t of them came
in my cunt but it was enough. I will never know who fathered Tracy into me but
I suspect the bastard who actually made me beg to breed. He slapped me until I
screamed for him that I wanted to breed. I had to tell everyone that I loved
Black cock and wanted a baby to prove it."
"And you had her Mom?"
"Yes Michael. I had a beautiful little girl. I named her Tracy. She is
obviously half-Nigger but very beautiful and actually quite lite skinned."
"Where is she Mom?"
"I had to give her up honey. I was white-trash even without a Nigger
half-breed to prove it. It was the hardest thing I ever did but at least I was
able to make the arrangements private so I would always know where my daughter
is and I kept the pregnancy from my family so after I got myself back into
shape, it was still possible to trap a husband to provide for me."
"Dad does not even know that you bred a baby before he got you does he?"
"There are a lot of things your daddy can never know Michael. No matter
what happens, I will always be with your daddy in church every Sunday. I am
sure we will fool your daddy about everything else. It has been so hard to be
good for too long and now I need to be bad. Can you help Mommy Michael? Can you
treat Mommy like she is a bad little girl?"
Mom was suddenly sitting on my lap. My dick was hard pressed against the
softness of her see-through panties. Mom squirmed herself pressing her nubile
body full against me for effect as she gave the kiss I had waited my life for.
I can not even coin a clich that could possibly do justice to the intensity of
our passion. If I was the horniest mother-fucker alive, then Mom was my
counterpart from the flip side.
"Your hard Michael. Bad Mommy made it get all big. Mommy should be forced
to do what is right."
"Suck me Mom," I gasped.
Mom giggled so sexy as she started to slide kiss herself down my chest.
Mom was kind of melting off of my lap as she slid to her knees before me. I had
to take to my feet. I was finally going to have Mom in her place. I needed to
have her hair.
"Do me right baby. Like with Lean. That little slut thought she could be
your Mommy but I am the cock-sucker you always wanted kneeling in submission
before your hard cock."
It was the crowning achievement of my sexual odyssey. I had never seen an
image of such beauty as my mother's red lips accepting my hard cock into her
willing wet mouth and deep against the back of her tight throat. I had to
achieve total penetration and Mom was able to do it. Mom eagerly accepted inch
after long inch of my erection deeper and deeper until, with just the tiniest
last little struggle, she finally managed to take me all the way down her tight
little throat. My balls were against her chin and all seven inches were in my
mother's mouth. I wanted the Moment to last forever but it barely survived the
minuet when I was off.
I tried to give her warning and released my hold on her hair in case she
was not into it but my magnificent mother kept her place and allowed me the
immeasurable pleasure or feeding her my most precious offering. It was purely
sexual as Mom continued to swallow until she drank every drop that I had. I
guess it was scarcely different then licking my pants but she still told me she
loved it right better straight from the cock. Mom wanted to know if she could
suck me hard again. She was still learning herself just what it meant to me
with a kid again after her years of frustration with dad.
We moved to her bedroom. The place of my most desired dreams was going to
become an absolute reality. It was weird in a way that I had the slightest
instance of feeling a twang of regret for my father but the allure of my mother
was simply overwhelming and no last second sense of loyalty was about to deny
me my life's ambition as Mom laid down in submission upon her bed. She wanted
me to take a position of total domination as I straddled her with my knees on
either side of her head with my cock guided gently but firmly into Mom's
waiting mouth.
I was in such a position of ultimate domination and it really brought it
out. I was able to fuck Mom's mouth like a pussy and she could do nothing but
gag as I forced her to deep-throat. Mom was very nice to keep from biting me as
I used and abused her mouth. She tried to say something which I later learned
was a suggestion to save my ejaculation for her cunt but then it was on me for
the third time in the hour. It was still an impressive load if I have to blow
my own horn. My cock slipped from my Mom's lips and I got to finish off on her
face. Mom looked like a whore all covered in my cum.
"Oh god. I have to see myself Michael. You little brat. You came all over
my face. Do you think Mommy is all pretty in your cum?"
"I like it Mom."
"Pretty enough to be a picture huh."
"Can I Mom?"
"Michael we shouldn't. If your daddy sees."
"He won't Mom. It is not like I will make it into wall paper for my
room."
"Michael that is wicked."
I loved to make Mom giggle. I was in seventh heaven. Mom was the slut I
always dreamed of. I kicked myself for waiting the years where I could have
been balling her but maybe it had to be that way. Maybe Mom had to wait until
it all came together before she could once again cross that final line between
cock-teaser and fuck-toy.
"Dad won't see unless he checks out the Internet Mom. That is where you
can really be a star. Can you imagine all the kids who might see the pictures
of you with your own sons cum all over your face like you are just some sort of
glazed donut?"
"Michael we can't?"
"We have to do it Mom. You need it. You were always meant to be a slut.
That is why you stopped being dad's good wife. You missed being the little
Nigger love slave. Now you can do it again Mom. There are guys in my school. I
saw them in gym class. They intimidated me Mom. They are all so big. I was
afraid they might make me their bitch but now you can take it instead. When dad
is gone next week they can come to the house and have you every night."
"It is not enough time for me to go on the pill Michael."
She did not say no. "That is too bad Mom. I guess we will tell dad it was
rape."
"Maybe the baby will look white enough that I can tell him that it is
his."
"It will still be a Nigger Mom. You are going to stick dad with a Black
bastard baby."
"Yes Michael. The only way to stop it is if you can make sure Mommy will
not be ovulating when the Niggers have me."
"How?"
"I would love to be pregnant with a special Nigger child but since it is
so dangerous maybe we should take a precaution and try to get me knocked-up
before the Niggers get to gang-bang me. If you can do the job then the baby
will be white and your daddy will totally believe it is his. Do you have enough
cum left to do the job in Mommy?"
"Give me a Moment Mom and then we will get you knocked-up. I would love
to put my baby in you."
I was a little exhausted and needed a pick me up so despite my own lack
of interest, I decided to take my breather my earning some brownie points with
my Mom. It was a little intimidating since she was my Mom but my shaking hands
soon proved that her panties came down just as easy as any girls. Mom seamed
amused but it was my time to impress her.
I put my hand between Mom's legs and probed her. Mom let out a gasp of
encouragement as I slid my finger into her. I wanted to be a real lover like I
saw in the movies. My Mom was worth it so I kissed her again; my lips on hers,
full, long , wet. I left Mom's mouth, licking her neck; her ears; her tits; her
tummy; her thighs; her feet; and back to her tits again.
It almost seamed as I could remember her tits as a baby. The comfort of a
newborn nursing from the greatest love he will ever know. She had no milk for
me then but that would change as I turned her into a Mommy for a third time. My
own child would be nursing from those very tits that I had. The thought was
doing the job for me.
I moved my attention back down Mom's body. Mom let out a very sexual moan
in anticipation. I licked lower and Mom moaned loader. Mom spread her legs
giving me full access to her beautiful pussy. I just did it, licking Mom and
flicking my tongue rapidly around her clit as she squirmed and whimpered and
wiggled all around in sexual pleasure. I darted my tongue as deeply as possible
into my Mom trying to drive her wild until she would have no choice but to beg
me for her release like a sex-starved nymph.
"Oh god Michael. You're so good. Mommy wants to cum all over your cock
while you give me the baby. Lay down so Mommy can do all the work and ride you
to heaven."
I readily oblige my mother's request and allow her to straddle me while I
am able to reach up to fondle her breasts. It is a new position for me but one
with definite advantages. Neither of us know how long I will last so there is
no wasted Moment as Mom guides me inside. It becomes official as I enter to
elite world of the mother-fucker.
For a girl who took a Nigger gang-rape, Mom was surprisingly still as
tight as the teenagers I had enjoyed. Mom did her best to hump me but I was
probably uneasy with the position and lasted long enough that it seamed time to
try out boy on top.
Mom flops off me back onto the bed laying belly up for me as I climb her
for the mount. She almost casually spread her legs slightly, raising them into
the air to give me my target. I drove my cock deep with the first thrust. She
had to spread wider to give me total access. I strove for maximum penetration
as Mom yelps and takes hold of the sheets for dear life. I rode her down with
all of my strength pressing against her as hard as possible while she arched
her back off the bed to meet me for the fuck of the ages. Mom was the ultimate,
shaking her ass like a million dollar whore and drilling her fingers into my
back like a wild cat as her screams filled the house. If dad had walked into
the room at that very instant it was too late. It would have just been too late
for my dad because Mom was coming on my cock and then I took her as my mate.
We would not know officially for several days and even then as events
unfolded, there was still a nine month wait to check out the child's color but
as I rolled off my Mom and put my hand onto her sperm-filled belly I just knew
we had done something right. I took a Polaroid of her cursing that we had no
video-camera to have captured the Kodak Moment of our child's conceptualization
for eternal prosperity.
I was exhausted. It was an event as inevitable as the sun rising but one
I had feared would never come to pass. As I laid in my naked mother's arms I
just wanted to never let her go. We had until evening to have our fun before
dad would be home that first night and we made love twice more. It was so
beautiful but just the start of the final leg of my mother fucking odyssey.
Things get a little nasty as we continue but your invited along if you want to
take the trip with me in the final chapter coming soon to a computer near you.
Note from the author.
I hope you have enjoyed this fourth installment of my attempt to take some of
my true life adventures and blend them into an incest fantasy. As many of you
know I am currently soliciting feedback on my works and I want to thank
everyone who has taken the time to e-mail me at Mkarl@mrdouble.com. I will
respond to every mail unless you tell me not to. Let me know if you would
prefer to see my stories posted complete or more frequently and in shorter
chapter form. Are the characters the right ages or should they be younger? Is
my own interest in interracial relationships a turn-on or a turnoff. I intend
to write something that will eventually suit everyone's tastes but I would like
to please the majority first so if you are willing to tell me what you want I
will strive to provide it for you.
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