From Mother to Slut – 2 by Fatman50
Explore the provocative journey of desire in "From Mother to Slut - 2" by Fatman50. This erotic sex story delves into the complexities of sexuality and taboo, igniting passion and curiosity. Immerse yourself in a world of forbidden fantasies that challenge societal norms. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>
Susan enjoys her journey to depravity. , Paul woke with a pleasant feeling in his groin. He looked down to see the back of his mother’s head resting on his tummy, he could feel her lips and tongue teasing the tip of his cock, he felt his erection grow and heard a murmur of pleasure coming from his mother. Then he felt her soft warm lips slide over the head of his cock.
He almost said something but decided to let her carry on, he just let out a low groan as her mouth took half his cock, sucking it gently. His erection hardened as she cupped his balls, her mouth increasing in urgency. She held the base of his cock as her mouth worked up and down, her other hand squeezing his balls gently.
Paul was tempted to put his hands on her head and push her down but he wanted to see if she could bring him off without his help. He need not have bothered as soon he felt his orgasm building.
Susan must have sensed it too, her hand on his shaft working faster, her mouth working harder.
Paul let out another groan as he came, his spunk shooting into her mouth.
“Mmmm,” was all the noise she could make as her mouth filled with cum. She swallowed but some still escaped, running down his shaft.
“Oh that’s good Mum,” he had to say as he pumped his seed into her mouth.
Susan didn’t falter, she was determined to drain his balls.
The force of his orgasm soon subsided, his mother sucking the last dregs from the eye of his cock before cleaning the spunk from his shaft and body.
Finally she was satisfied that she had swallowed ever morsel. She sat up, turned to face him, then climbed astride him, sitting on his chest.
“Was l good?” She smiled down at him. “I’d been watching him for over an hour, l’ve never studied a cock before. Even though you were sleeping it was as if he had a life of his own, he was like some menacing snake the way he was pulsing as if he was breathing, l couldn’t resist him, l had to kiss him.”
“We need to talk,” he said.
“Mmmm yes,” she giggled, leaning forward, placing her hands either side of his head, her breast swinging in front of his face, she brushed his lips with her nipples. “Are you going to tell me what you’re going to do with me next or will it be a surprise. We have all day, we can stay in bed and you can fuck me all day long.”
“We have to be certain about this Mum,” he said, enjoying the feel of her tits as they brushed his face. “This is your last chance to back out, if you want to carry on then there is no turning back, you become my property and l do whatever l want with you.”
“I think you know l’ve already made that decision,” she said, “if the things you want to do to me are as exciting as the things you did to me last night then yes l want more, l have never felt like that before in my life. As you said, we are adults, it’s no-one’s business but ours.”
“I thought you’d say that,” he laughed, catching her nipple in his teeth as she brushed his face with her tits, biting it hard, he felt her shudder in response.
“I need to pee,” she said climbing off him, “l’ll be back.”
She walked toward the door, she turned to see Paul behind here.
“I’m going to watch,” he said.
Susan hesitated, then giggled and trotted into the bathroom.
“Spread your legs so l can watch,” he said as she sat on the toilet.
“This is so naughty,” she giggled, doing as he said, spreading her thighs wide.
Paul knelt before her, his face only inches from her cunt as her stream began tinkling into the toilet. As she reached full flow, he put his hand between her legs, allowing her stream of piss to flow through his fingers.
“Oh my god that’s dirty,” she laughed, then gasped as he put his fingers into his mouth.
He put his hand under her again, catching the last of her flow. He lifted his hand up to her face.
“Now you,” he said, “taste your own piss.”
Susan stared at him as she opened her mouth, taking his piss covered fingers and sucking them.
“Good,” he said, “you’re learning. Now l want to piss.”
Susan reached for some toilet paper and dried her cunt then went to stand up.
“Stay there,” he said, standing up. “Keep your legs open.”
She did as he ordered, watching as he stood before her, holding his cock. As his stream of piss began, he had aimed it to hit her right in her patch of pubic hair. Her initial reaction was to move.
“Stay there,” he said, raising his aim to hit her on her tummy.
She could feel his piss running down over her thighs and into the toilet.
Suddenly he stopped mid stream.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
Susan felt a surge of excitement coursing through her, her hand went between her legs, her fingers locating her clitoris as she did as he commanded.
“That’s good,” he said, “frig yourself off while you drink my piss.”
Susan had never felt so humiliated but also so excited at the same time. As his stream of hot, salty piss hit her mouth, her fingers worked frantically on her clit. When she swallowed, his stream continued, running down over her body. She came in seconds, her body trembling from head to foot as his stream subsided and he put his cock into her mouth.
“Now that was a good slut,” he laughed, standing back. “I’ll go and shower in the other bathroom, you get this cleaned up,” he indicated the pools of piss on the floor, “then shower and come down for breakfast.”
When Susan finally entered the kitchen she had a towel wrapped around her head and was wearing her dressing gown. She was surprised and disappointed to see Paul fully dressed.
“You can take that off,” he said, indicating her dressing gown. “From now on, in the house you are to be naked unless l tell you to dress in a costume.”
“You do know that old Harry Mathews can look directly into our house from his bedroom window,” she replied.
“Well he can have a wank watching you then,” he laughed, “take it off.”
Susan felt a thrill as she took it off, secretly hoping old Harry would see her.
“Are you going out?” She asked, “l thought we could spend the day in bed.”
“Two things to remember,” he said, “l decide when we fuck, and you do as you’re told.”
“Oh…sorry,” she said.
“Anyway, you have to go into town and get that hair off your cunt.”
Just then the doorbell rang. Susan could see an outline through the frosted panel in the door.
“It’s the postman,” she said.
“Well answer it then,” he said.
“What…like this?”
“Use the towel to cover yourself.”
“But it will be Frank Smith,” she said, “l’ve known him for years, we went to school together.”
“Well it will be a treat for him won’t it,” Paul laughed. “Do it,” he ordered.
Susan walked slowly towards the front door, the towel was only a medium size, she clutched it against her breasts but it only fell to the top of her thighs, barely covering her cunt.” She opened the door.
“Morning Sue, l have a par…..” Frank stopped mid sentence, his breath taken away by the vision in front of him. He was holding a parcel.
“Just leave it down there Frank,” she said.
“I need a signature Sue,” he replied, holding out the pad for her to sign.
“I’ll do that,” Paul said, coming up behind her.