Incest stories, mom gives her son gives best present… I have wanted to fuck my son for a while, ever since he graduated high school this year and really buffed up over the summer working construction.
It was then, one random day, while he was in swimming trunks to go for a dip in the pool that I noticed that my son had turned into a man.
In fact, my son had grown into a very handsome man, a virtual replica of his deceased father (who died serving his country two years ago).
I didn’t only want to fuck my son, no, I wanted to be his submissive fuck toy.
When I first had these feelings, I went online. First I read a lot of erotic stories of moms seducing sons, of sons seducing moms or, even better, sons dominating moms. I am completely submissive, always have been, and all my fantasies have always revolved around complete submission.
The more I read, the more intrigued I got. And although I knew these were just fantasies and likely mostly written by men, some were written by females, some read by females and thus I wasn’t the only one.
It took some doing, but I also found websites that had women talking frankly, and although I didn’t join, I read the many comments and was both surprised and excited to learn that incest was much more common than one would assume.
Although the idea of fucking my son made my kitty purr, I had no intention of doing anything about it.
Then one fateful early morning, December 19th, 2015, an inconvenient pee wake-up call triggered the shift from fantasy to determined reality.
I got up and was heading down the hallway to the bathroom when I heard my son question, rather loudly, “Ready to suck my cock, slut?”
Hearing my son’s voice, sounding like his father’s, and saying words similar to what his father would say to me back when he was alive had me freeze in the hallway.
“What about Elizabeth?” A voice questioned… a voice I recognized instantly. It was Mrs. Young, his girlfriend’s mother and a complete bitch who lived across the street from me.
“She’s a sound sleeper. Plus, you didn’t seem concerned about my mother when you texted me begging for my cock.”
“I needed your big dick in me,” she purred, before she added, “I thought we would be fucking in the garage as we usually do.”
“Didn’t your small dicked husband satisfy you?” My son asked, his voice so firm and authoritative.
“You know his tiny dick can’t get me off,” she said, bashing the husband she always raved about at our weekly women’s night.
“I guess I have widened that old cunt of yours and gaped your ass so much you probably don’t even feel his needle dick,” my son continued, ridiculing the husband.
I couldn’t believe Mrs. Goody-Goody, Mrs. Gossip Queen, Mrs. Prude was not only in my son’s room, not only willing to be his slut, but also took it in the ass.
Instantly, my long neglected back door was calling me as I remembered getting ass reamed by my husband regularly back when he was alive.
She laughed, belittling her husband, “I need a real man, with a real cock.”
“Is that why you’re texting me at 2am, sneaking into my house, and on your knees eager to suck my dick with my mom in the next room?” He questioned, loving to humiliate… just like his father… always pushing the submissive to the extremes of submission.
My hand went to my tingling pussy as I moved closer to the slightly open door. I wanted to see this. No, I needed to see this.
“I can’t resist you,” she answered.
“What can’t you resist?” My son asked, as I reached the door.
“Being your cum bucket,” she answered, sounding like a complete slut.
I couldn’t help but smirk. The most pretentious woman in our neighbourhood. A mother of two, head of the community council and choir leader at church was calling herself a ‘cum bucket’.
“And why are you here now?” My son asked.
“To suck your cock, get fucked like the dirty whore I am and then get your yummy cum,” she answered, sounding more like a teenage slut or a porn star than a happily married mother of two.
Just as I peeked in the open crack accidentally left open for me, I heard the slobbering sounds of rough face fucking… something my husband often used to do to me, something I loved… being used for the pleasure of another.
Somehow they were positioned perfectly for me to get a great look at an almost naked Jemma Young, in nothing but thigh high stockings, and her face full of cock.
Seeing the thigh highs surprised me for a couple of reasons.
One: I didn’t fathom Mrs. Young as a woman who would wear such sexy stockings… she seemed more a pantyhose type of woman.
Two: my husband had a nylon fetish and made me wear thigh highs, a garter and stockings or crotchless pantyhose every day. Something I had continued doing every day the past two years since his tragic death.
Did my son have the same fetish?
Then he pulled his cock out of her mouth.
“Can you taste your daughter’s pussy on my cock?” He asked, as I stared at the massive cock.
My eyes went big.
My pussy got damper.
His dick was huge. Long and thick.
My mouth watered, as all my late night incest fantasies became more authentic.
I wanted that cock in my mouth, in my cobwebbed pussy and in my long forgotten ass.
I wanted to be on my knees in front of that magnificent cock.
I wanted to be the slut that obeyed his every order.
I wanted to be his Mommy-slut.
“I thought it tasted like her,” she said, seeming to not be bothered to have just tasted her daughter’s pussy juices.
“What would she do if she knew her supposedly good mommy was a cum bucket for her boyfriend?” He asked.
“I was your slut first,” she pointed out with pride.
“True enough,” he laughed, before he ordered, “Get on all fours on my bed, slut.”
“Yes, Master,” she said, as she scurried on the bed like a slut in heat.
Hearing the word ‘Master’ again shocked me. A term that was common between my husband and me in the confines of our bedroom. In public no one would know he was Master and I submissive. He got teased by his buddies and family that he was whipped, as I was pretty confident, seemingly feminist, in public. But once the bedroom door closed, the feminist disappeared and a wanton cock slut emerged.
“Did you pre-lube that fat slut hole of yours, ass slut?” My son asked, as he moved onto the bed.
“As always, Master,” she replied like the submissive she was. It made me smirk to see this pretentious bitch not only willingly coming over to get ass fucked, but also pre-lubing herself… that was something I had never heard of before.
“Good,” he said, as he moved behind her and slammed his cock deep in her ass in one hard thrust.
“Ohhhhh, fuck,” she screamed and then covered her mouth.
“You’re going to wake up my mother, ass slut,” he laughed, as he began fucking her ass hard.
“Oh God, you’re so bad,” she moaned, as she used the headboard to balance herself from the rough ass fucking and to prevent it from banging against the wall.
“Says the married cum bucket sneaking into a neighbour’s house to get ass fucked by her daughter’s boyfriend while her husband and kids are sleeping,” my son pointed out, clearly loving to remind the bitch just how big a whore she was.