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Subject: {ASSM} Mother's Wardrobe Part 5 (M/F, mother/son, inc)
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Date: Mon,  1 Aug 2005 09:10:02 -0400
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Mother's Wardrobe Part 5
by NC (M/F, mother/son, inc)

"So, you've got the hots for me, huh? Isn't that interesting!"
That was my first thought after reading her diary, but the truth was that my
feelings were oscillating between joy and anger. Joy for obvious reasons,
and anger because for so long I had been feeling like shit and she hadn't
done a thing about it. On the contrary, with her holier-than-though attitude
and her withering glances, she had only been guilt-tripping me more.

The real question was how I could use this new-found information. Several
things crossed my mind. My first thought was to simply confront her with it,
but I was afraid of her reaction. I mean, that was heavy stuff. I had no
idea what she might do. No, I had to be careful. The situation was still
complicated. One thing was for sure. I had to patch things up with her,
before I'd try anything.

And I did it. The following weeks I completely changed my behavior. All of a
sudden, I was demonstrative, jolly, and chummy. This sudden change clearly
befuddled her, but it didn't take long for her to follow suit. Soon,
everything was peachy between us again. All I had to do then was to wait for
an opportunity to arise. It didn't take too long. One day, she came back
from another shopping spree. I was hoping that she might call me of her own
accord but she closeted herself in her room instead. I couldn't wait any
longer. God only knows how much I wanted to fuck her, or at least see her
naked again. Unable to come up with a plan, I decided to just go in and play
it by ear.

I opened the door and barged into her room. She was standing by her bed, in
her underwear. I caught her of guard. "John, do you want something?" she
asked, looking mildly upset. Well, at least she didn't throw me out. She
didn't even try to cover herself. A good sign, undoubtedly.

"I just came to see what you've bought!" I answered with unusual aplomb.

"Well, just a couple of shirts," she said.  "But I have tried them on
already," she continued. I felt like I was busted. It was like she was
indirectly saying "don't get your hopes up buddy!" Was I so obvious?

I looked at her bed. Next to the shirts there was also a pair of black
panties! The price tag was still on. They were new.

Seeing my eyes fixed on them, my mother, somewhat shamefaced, said "oh yeah,
I bought them too."

"Have you tried them on?" I asked.

"No, not yet," she replied.

"Well, won't you?" I asked again unashamedly.

There followed a pregnant pause. She definitely knew what I was up to.
"Well, later maybe," she answered after a few seconds.

She was holding back, but I was too horny to take no for an answer. "Why not
now?" I asked, but it deliberately sounded more like an order than a
question.

She probably got the message. "Well... alright," she said, reluctantly.

That was what I wanted to hear. I sat on the bed and she slowly slipped out
of her big white panties. She was a real turn-on, the way she stood there,
naked from the waist down, her hands by the sides, her pussy bare, in full
view. How tarty was that? The trollop wouldn't lose a chance to get out of
her panties and show off her pussy.

"Wow, you look great!" I said, emphatically. A cute blush crept up her face
and an attempt to smile proved unsuccessful.

"Why don't you take off your bra? Let me admire that sexy body for a while!"
I said.

"Stop it! You are embarrassing me!" she said, her cheeks even redder now.

"No... really. You look ravishing! Don't be shy. Take off the bra for a
second!" I said.

"Oh, alright! But just for a second," she said, and took her brassiere off
exposing her big luscious hooters. My dick had hardened immediately I had
stepped into the room and saw her half-naked.  Now it was beyond hard. My
shorts were bulging and stained with pre-cum as I was wearing no underwear
underneath.

"Mom, you are one sexy lady!" I said, watching her standing in front of me,
naked as the day she was born.

"Oh stop it," she said, smiling awkwardly.

I didn't stop. For a few minutes I was plying her with compliments. I could
tell she was flattered.

"Why don't you come a little closer?" I said to her.

"I think we'd better stop," she said. She hadn't yet realized that the
situation was out of her hands.

"COME CLOSER" I said firmly, giving her a baleful look and making perfectly
clear who was in charge. She quailed for a moment and then acquiesced to my
command. She came close and I feasted my eyes on the glorious view. I
especially loved the contrast between her ivory white body and her dark,
hairy triangle. I run my hands over the sides of her thick hips and thighs.
There was so much cellulite that the surface was lumpy like cottage cheese.
I run my hands up the inside of her thighs and rubbed her fat, hairy cunt. I
looked up at her, but she shamefully avoided my eyes. I run my hands across
her convex, yielding stomach and slowly up towards her pendulous breasts. I
pinched her nipples and felt them hardening between my fingers. I played
with her big busts for a while. She didn't say a word.

I stood up and told her to kneel. She refused. I slapped her across the
face. The slapping reverberated across the room. She looked at me, her eyes
welled up, her mouth agape in astonishment.

"Kneel," I repeated.

She knelt before me. "Take off my shorts," I said. She obeyed. My hard cock
bounced out in front of her as she pulled my shorts down. I took off my
T-shirt. "Open your mouth," I said.

She gave me a pleading look and tried to reason with me. "Why are you doing
this?" she asked.

I slapped her face again, harder this time. "Shut the fuck up and open your
mouth," I repeated. "And stick your tongue out." She complied this time. I
began hitting her tongue repeatedly, with my hard cock. She was looking at
me. Her eyes were wet, a tear streamed down her face. I shoved my cock into
her open mouth it and she began sucking me off. "You like sucking cocks?" I
asked her, but she couldn't answer with her mouth full. She shook her head
and made an `uh-uh' sound twice, her face sad and all scrunched up, her
cheek bulging from the mouthful of her son's fuck meat. She tried to use her
hands. I forbid her. I grabbed her by the hair and began fucking her mouth
with the same intensity that I would fuck a horny cunt. I pulled my cock out
of her mouth and told her to spit on it. She didn't want to, but did it
anyway. I shoved it in her mouth again, so hard that I almost choked her.
She looked up at me disgusted, but kept sucking like a pro. I felt her
tongue swirling gracefully around my cock. The bitch certainly knew her
stuff.

I took her to bed and got her down on all fours. I stood behind her, on my
knees. I grabbed her mountainous ass, a cheek in each hand. They were soft
like pillows and almost pliable like dough. I began playing with them,
squeezing them together and pulling them apart fast, slapping them at the
same time, watching this mass of superfluous fat quivering in gelatinous
tremors. My dick was about to explode. I spread her fat cheeks wide open,
spat on her hairy ass hole, and began licking it greedily. Then I slid my
tongue in and fucked her with it. "You like that, you filthy whore?" I asked
her. "Noooo, nooooo!" cried the lying bitch, but her ass was contorting
uncontrollably, betraying her horniness. "Sure you do," I said, and
tongue-fucked her ass hole even more. It felt great!

Then, I drove my dick into her pussy. It was dripping wet, her clit was all
swelled up, and yet the bitch still had the audacity to claim that she didn'
t like it. I began fucking her doggy style, slapping her bulging ass cheeks
at the same time, making them redder with each slap. "You call yourself a
mother? Mothers don't fuck their sons' cocks. You make me sick!" I said to
her. She kept up acting the prude, whining and sniffling, begging me to
stop. She was only turning me on more. Maybe that is what she was really
after. I pulled my dick out of her pussy and stood up. I spread my legs,
bent my knees, lowered myself, and shoved my dick up her ass. She screamed.
I laughed and gave her a smart smack on the bottom. "Isn't my dick better
than that fake shit you've bought?" I asked her. She was shocked. She didn't
know what to say.  "Oh yeah, I know. You friends at the church know. The
whole town knows what a cock-sucking slut you are," I toyed with
her, while ravaging her ass hole, my balls slapping hard against her pussy
lips with every thrust.

"Fuck! I am cumming!" I said and she turned around, positioning her face in
front of my cock. All by herself I might add! My pulsating dick began
squirting cum. Multiple streaks of hot sperm splashed hard against her face,
in and out of her open mouth. The feeling of desecrating and soiling that
hypocritical whore's face was indescribable. When I was over, I rubbed my
cock against her face, spreading my creamy goo all over it. Soon, her face
was all plastered with cum. I bent down, grabbed her chin, forced her face
up, and spat in her mouth. Then I shoved my cock in it. She milked it dry,
slowly and with relish.

I lied down exhausted. I thought that the good part was over and that it was
time to face the consequences. My mother, who was sitting next to me and
hadn't move for a while, crawled slowly between my legs. She put my worn out
cock into her mouth and began sucking me off again! How about that! She
wanted more! I realized then, that there wouldn't be any consequences. Just
endless incestuous sex! The woman was insatiable!

The End
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Comments are always welcomed and appreciated.
NC

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