An adult stories – How My Mom Wants Us: A Degraded Mom by dirtywifeannu,dirtywifeannu SUMMARY: After uncovering the dirty truth about her mother being submissive, the daughter took the opportunity to exploit this newfound power, compelling her mother to perform demeaning tasks willingly and without resistance.
NOTE 1: This is the second part of the enthralling “How My Mom Wants Us” series. If you haven’t had the chance to read the first part yet, I highly recommend doing so—it’s sure to captivate you.
NOTE 2: All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18.
NOTE 3: Please be aware that due to the intricate plotlines, this narrative has been split into multiple parts for publication. Stay tuned for the upcoming sections.
Note 4: It’s important to emphasize that bigamy (marrying someone while still legally married to another person) is illegal in many jurisdictions and is not morally ethical. The rewritten passage only reflects the provided information but should not promote or endorse such actions.
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In the first part, How My Mom Wants Us: Seduction, when the daughter first came home from college, she witnessed her mother and her cousin-brother having incestuous sex. In addition to the mother’s intentions about her daughter’s sexuality, her confession indicated how she was attempting to persuade her children into engaging in incest while pretending to get fucked by her own son.
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How My Mom Wants Us: A Degraded Mom
Both my mother and Milan looked startled. Mom hurriedly jumped out of the desk, shuffling all the kitchenware and dishes and dropping them on the floor, clearly frantic—a strange shift after seeing such submissiveness just a few seconds ago. She picked up her petticoat oddly, while Milan too put his boxers in. Realizing the cucumber still inside her gave her some pain, but for that moment she ignored that fact slipped into her petticoat, and called back, “Annu, you are home early.”
“What the fuck, Mom?” I asked and waited for both to react.
“I-I-I can explain.” Mum babbled, very worried about how I would react and embarrassed after getting caught red-handed with my cousin-brother. My mother tied up her petticoat knot across her chest, then awkwardly came close to me with that cucumber still inside her, causing her to limp. With a shy demeanor, she gently parted her hair and pulled it forward, using it to cover her swollen and wet nipples. Possibly, cum was still dripping out of her recently deposited asshole.
“Reeeeeally?” With a playful tone, I teased, fully aware of the kind of explanation she had in store for me, and then I added, “Please do.”
“I suppose I should go,” Milan eventually stated, already dressed in his half-pants and t-shirt at that point.
“Would Sharmila or Jhuma approve this?” I inquired as we both glanced at him. My mother immediately swung around and grasped my hands, her eyes pleading with me not to tell anybody else about this.
Jhuma, the first wife of Milan, was 37 years old at the time. She possessed an elegant stature, good health, and captivating beauty, with a dusky complexion and a figure measured at 34DD-30-36. Their marriage was arranged, resulting in the joyous presence of a seven-year-old daughter and a four-year-old son in their lives.
Everything was going well between Milan and Jhuma for the first four years until he met Sharmila, a masseuse.
Milan started to frequent the massage parlor before his marriage. They would go for coffee almost every day after she finished her shift. A few days later, she started giving him full-body massages, which eventually turned into hand jobs. Milan took her to a hotel one day, and they had a sexual encounter. After a few months, Sharmila fell pregnant, compelling Milan to marry her with the mutual consent of Jhuma.
Milan’s love story took an unexpected turn as he chose to marry Sharmila while still being married to Jhuma without seeking a divorce. Sharmila, 33 years old, had her own charm, with a short and healthy frame adorned by a fair complexion and a figure of 36B-32-38. They fell deeply in love and embarked on a new journey of marriage, leading to the arrival of their adorable three-year-old son.
“Most likely not,” Milan stated confidently, then swiftly justified himself upon being caught, “However, we wouldn’t wish for your mother to live a secluded life like that character in ‘A Walk to Remember,’ now would we?”
“Reeeeeally? That’s your justification for fucking your aunt in the ass by placing a cucumber in her dirty cunt on her kitchen table and making her moan like Godzilla so the entire slum could hear her out.” I countered.
“Annu! Watch your language, and don’t you dare talk to me like that.” Mom yelled at me for using such vulgar language in front of my seniors.
“Huh! I’ll talk to you however I want to, Mum.” I strolled into our one and only bedroom, pretending to be angry. Strange ideas raced through my mind as I realized I couldn’t see any of this happening in a million, trillion years:
My mum is submissive; an obedient slut-mother clearly enjoys verbal humiliation.
She has no shame getting naked in front of her own children and has attempted to seduce me and my younger brother several times, something I was unaware of until then.
Not only did my mother watch her own son masturbating, but she also allowed him to watch her fingering. More than that, she also stroked his dick.
Moreover, she had seduced me, got naked in front of me, and even fingered my pussy—her own daughter’s pussy.
Mum also allowed her sister’s already-married son to fuck her ass in our kitchen while putting a cucumber inside her cunt and keeping the main door wide open in the afternoon.
Oh, my God, my mother can take the whole cucumber inside her pussy.
All those were incomprehensible—how my Mum ended up being such a slutty, how did my Mum get to be standing naked and sucking, taking a cock inside her pussy ass and mouth, in our main doorway with the door wide open?
All of these were in my thoughts, and I was unsure of how I ought to respond. I should forget about what I just witnessed and move on with my usual life, or I too should just jump into the web of incest.
By that time, Milan had said something to my mother and left. My mum took out that cucumber from her pussy but didn’t bother wearing anything else and just entered the bedroom without locking the main door. She placed her hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Annu, please listen to me.”
I turned around, waved off her hand, and directly looked into her eyes. I was literally furious, then my mother started to lie: “Annu, since your father has gone, I have no one to look after us, support us, or be the wall your father was, and I just got a little carried away.”
“What the fuck, Mum. You didn’t just get carried away and start seducing your own children; you also wandered around the house naked.” I countered her, while my eyes came down through her neckline to her deep cleavage and her poking nipple over that petticoat. I’ve observed Mum wearing only petticoats on multiple occasions, but this time, it was distinct. It was purely driven by lust, nothing more.
“I know it was a terrible mistake, and I promise you, Annu, this won’t happen …” she was apologizing, but I interrupted her. “Just shut up, Deepali.”
She froze in disbelief as I used her first name for the first time ever.
Before Mum could respond with anything, I walked close to her, standing merely 1 or 2 feet away, and I could feel her warmth, filled with temptation and a breath full of seduction. A devilish idea suddenly popped into my mind, and I couldn’t resist pulling the knot of her petticoat. It immediately dropped to the ground, leaving her entirely naked in front of me.
Her woman instinct rushed to cover her boobs with one hand, and her pussy hid under her other palm as she promptly closed her eyes and shifted her face diagonally left.
“Mum, I have to tell you, you have a very sexy and slutty figure,” I said while staring at her entire naked body from head to toe.
“Please, Annu, what are you doing?” My mother objected, even though it was an empty protest.
I could see her perky, hard nipples dying for attention as she put her palm between her boobs, keeping them wide and open. She never attempted to pick up her petticoat from the ground, nor did she leave the room like any mother would. Instead, Mum was giving a very clear indication that she was relishing the moment since she had always wanted this, totally ignoring the fact that the main gate was still wide open.
So, I took the opportunity and replicated something quite similar to those porn videos or erotic stories and ordered, “On your knees, Deepali.”
Obviously, I wanted to demonstrate my superiority in this new mother-daughter incestuous relationship that was emerging between us. Furthermore, she might have foreseen how I would react and embrace my dominant role once she had finished seducing me.
However, she played hard to get, opening her eyes but not looking back, not making eye contact with mine, but pleading, “Please, Annu, stop this.”
“What exactly is it? Isn’t that what you were hoping for?” I inquired.
“Annu, we need to talk, all those were mistakes.” Mum acted rationally.
“Which one, specifically, was your mistake? You wore my high school salwar and had Papa fuck you pretending to be me while having the door open wide at the usual time for me to arrive home, or you sucked his cock being completely naked in the middle of the room, or despite the fact that your daughter was sleeping right next to you both and you were riding his cock naked in the middle of the night.” I listed.
Upon hearing the shocking revelation, Mom gasped in surprise. She turned her attention towards me, placing her hand over her mouth, and asked, “You saw us?”
“Shut up, bitch mother, don’t pretend that was unintended,” I disclosed, “especially after the way you were squeezing your boobs while riding his massive cock and whispering about me.”
“I was simply engaging in some role-playing with your father, nothing more than that,” she attempted to convince me.
“Wearing your daughter’s clothes, especially knowing the fact that it was my usual time to return home?” I asked.
At that moment, I observed her body’s reaction with amazement. She seemed visibly embarrassed, her face flushed with a ruby-red hue, and her body emanating warmth. Her hair was coifed in a bun, and she had a round face with small, alluring dark eyes, a big, rounded nose, and plump lips. Her neck led to a well-endowed chest with large, round breasts, featuring a prominent black areola and perky nipples. Moving down, she had a perfectly round belly button, a smooth stomach, and a neatly shaved pussy area. Her thighs were fluffy, and her legs were small. I took a moment to gaze intently at every inch of her naked body, examining each detail closely. Throughout, she maintained her modesty by covering her cunt with one hand.
Then, I started to circle around her, moving from her left to her right, and as I did so, my hands glided over her ample, fleshy right thigh, eventually reaching her naked, soft buttocks. However, I slowed my pace and inquired, “So tell me, filthy slutty bitch, was that the water glistening on your ass, or were you intentionally swaying your ass that day after your shower while you were trying to seduce me?”
“I-I-I-I’m not sure,” she stammered. As I moved closer to her, she averted her gaze, turning her face away from mine just as our eyes were about to lock in a stare.
I ignored her feigned shyness and began to caress my fingers over her skin, moving from her ass cheeks to her butt crack. This elicited little goosebumps, and I could feel the slight flexing of her muscles as the hair follicles on her skin rose a bit. Playfully, I gave her ass cheek a firm slap, leaving it red, and demanded, “Answer the damn question, Slut.”
“Ouch, Annu, no, I mean, I’m sorry.” Mum babbled, somehow having been turned on. I gazed at her backside from top to bottom. She had a little tan line in the middle position, probably because of her petticoat lace and sweat dripping down her finely formed back. Her exquisite V-shaped curve added sexiness to her waistline; her Venus dimples just over her ass cheeks oozed her sexiness more and more; and lastly, her enormous, puffy, and rounded ass cheeks constantly wiggle when she walks.
I could feel my pussy soaking as I glared at her finely shaped back. The thought came to me while I was thinking about my feminism, and for a brief period I wondered, “Why am I drawn to her body structure? I’m a lesbian?”
I unconsciously slid my fingers across her right ass to the front again, my mouth watering at the sight of her exquisite shapes. But I quickly returned to my current helm and began to walk gently and in front.
“Really, mother?” I questioned her, and my fingers continued on her flesh, touching and enduring her every curve, finally closing from her right thigh to her groin area. “Are you certain?”
“Ahhh!” She whimpered at my touch, and her pupils circled; her body was getting too tired to stand properly, even though her hand was still covering her pussy.
“Ahhh? So, my slut mother likes that. huh?” I asked after hearing her moan.
“Please Annu,” she murmured, her cheeks tinted with a blush. Responding with a touch of theatrics, she seemed to be testing my patience. Irritation crept in as I closed the distance between us, our faces just inches apart, sharing the warmth of our breaths and the faintest whispers of sound. As I gripped each of her stiff nipples with my hands, they were protruding and begging for attention. I pinched them together first, then turned them about clockwise.
“Oh Gooooooooooooooooodd.” She screamed, her voice echoing through the air, as she tightly grasped both of my hands with her own. Yet she didn’t resist or pull away; instead, her eyes met mine, a plea for dominance shining in her eyes.
The excitement intensified between us. With anticipation in the air, we both nervously bit our lips. I gently rested my hands on her shoulders, guiding her down to the floor, and she obediently followed, gracefully kneeling before me, maintaining unbroken eye contact. I inquired, “So, you wanted to give me control?”
“You heard?” she asked, lacking any surprise in her tone.
“Yes, I did, Deepali,” I confirmed, emphasizing her name while showcasing my authority. With a deliberate stride, I turned around and made my way toward the bed.
Once reached, I sat on the edge of the bed and snapped my fingers. “Now crawl, whore.”
My mother absentmindedly leaned forward, gently placing both her hands on the floor, and flushed with a slight blush before beginning to crawl gracefully on all fours. With poise and elegance, she kept her knees closed together as she moved forward. Her movements, like those of a trained slut, caused her hips to sway elegantly from left to right, and her ample bosom dangled like bells with each motion. Throughout, she maintained unwavering eye contact, exuding a captivating presence.
For a moment, I gazed at her in astonishment. Until that point, I had been nervous, never expecting to find myself doing or saying such things to my own mother. However, with each obedient response from her, I began to feel a surge of confidence growing within me, realizing that perhaps this was something my mother wanted from me as well. Not only was I pleased to see my mother’s compliance, but my pussy began to drench as I watched her crazy and yet sensual crawl. Her big ass and small waistline add to her seductiveness.
“Good, Mommy-pet.” I couldn’t help but compliment her.
Meanwhile, I lifted my ass and tugged my panties all the way down. Mum paused for a second, her thoughts undoubtedly telling her that her efforts in seduction were going to pay off, as she anticipated tasting my pussy with her tongue. She continued her crawl and reached between my legs.
I raised my right leg up, caressing her wet pussy and softly rubbing her clit with my toes before dropping that wet, used panty on the floor and ordering, “Sniff my panty, whore-mother.”
“Please, Annu.” She objected once more, but this time her motherly instinct kept her from doing that repulsive chore. Although her sluttiness may have dipped her head and sniffed my nasty used panty from the floor at that same instant.
However, by that time, my confidence had grown to the point where I could compel my mother to do anything I desired. With this newfound power, I entertained the idea of pushing her humiliation even further and disclosed another secret I had discovered, “So you’re not going to sniff my panty right now, but you’re happy to put it in your mouth while riding Papa or licking his cum from my panty like a dog.”
“Oh my!” Mum gasped, her face flushing with humiliation. Her gaze dropped to the ground, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment as she struggled to hold eye contact. It was the first time I sensed her genuine embarrassment.
“Keep your eyes on me when I’m speaking! You filthy whore.” I thundered.
She promptly looked up, obediently meeting my eyes. Seizing the opportunity to further push her humiliation, I inquired, “Which one did you enjoy the most?”
“Please!” Her eyes pleaded for mercy, seeking to escape the torment of humiliation.
“Please what? Slut mother” I roared, lifting my left leg and pressing it against her mouth. Though my small foot couldn’t entirely cover her face, the blend of power and humiliation was intense, giving me the feeling of being overpowered. Then I added, “Please, daughter, let me lick your dirty toes while getting my dirty, slutty, used, and cum dripping cunt stroked by your toes, or please, daughter, I want to eat your entire feet within my slutty mouth as well as your cum hungry cunt.”
She might have imagined herself scurrying in between my legs and licking or sucking my immaculate pussy in order to serve me. But this one caught her off guard. The most unpleasant chore she has ever been forced to perform. She could never have imagined that her own daughter would ask her to do such disgusting things as suck her unclean toes or devour both of her legs in both of her slutty holes. On the other hand, even though she was barely able to maintain her position, Mum was enjoying having my toes stroke her clit. She didn’t say anything as she savored the sensation that was gradually triggering an orgasm.
Realizing the fact, I immediately retracted my foot from her pussy and, using my left leg, which was already near her face, gently nudged my mother toward the floor.
“Ahhh!” Mum exclaimed, falling onto her back but skillfully avoiding hitting her head on the ground. Strangely, her back barely touched the floor as she positioned herself with both hands supporting her on each side. Surprisingly, she maintained unbroken eye contact, her face flushed with enjoyment from the apparent humiliation.
I got to my feet and moved toward her face. She finally broke eye contact and started to peek at my pussy hidden beneath my dress. I also relished the exposure in front of my mother, and instead of feeling shy, I boldly inquired, “Do you like what you’re witnessing?”
“Yes,” she bluntly whispered.
“Do you want to eat your daughter’s cunt, Mother?” I asked, fully aware that the question was more rhetorical and the answer quite obvious. Yet I was curious about her eagerness.
In general, I considered myself an extremely shy person, but this time, I found myself strangely enjoying being watched in my nakedness by my own mother. Her saliva dripped through her mouthwatering face, making my cunt drenched. The thought of pulling her hair and burying her face into my pussy crossed my mind, but I resisted the urge. Instead, I aimed to push her boundaries further, to humiliate her even more, and to demonstrate true dominance. So, holding onto my waist with both hands, I gracefully raised my right leg and positioned it near her lips, commanding assertively, “Suck my entire foot, Mommy; let’s see that big mouth get to work.”
I stood there, utterly amazed, as she complied without any resistance, like an eager slut, which I hadn’t expected. Her mouth opened, allowing me to push my foot all the way inside. Before this moment, I was certain my mother would be disgusted, and she might not listen to me and stand up for herself. However, my assumptions were proven wrong, and to my delight, I finally received the best toy I had ever wished for: my slave mother.
My mother began sucking my foot while seductively staring back at me. It was a gratifying moment, but it was difficult to maintain my balance on one leg as I trembled. Mum put almost half of my foot into her mouth and slowly sucked it in as if it were a big dick while holding it in both hands. Then she took my foot out of her mouth and sucked each of my toes as if they were various-sized cocks.
Even though the awkwardness of her position caused her neck to ache, she was determined to prove a point and prayed that the end result would be her tasting her daughter’s cunt for the first time and hopefully getting off herself soon too. Each time she sucked on my foot, I experienced both ticklish sensations and shivers running through my entire body. Goosebumps surfaced on my skin, and I could hardly maintain my balance on one foot.
“Deepali, you’ve been such a good girl,” I praised, and with that, I decided to end it, and I purred, “Now it’s time to reward your obedience.”
As she released my foot, I stepped back toward the edge of the bed. Swiftly, she attempted to stand and follow me, but I couldn’t contain my frustration. “What the fuck, Deepali! Crawl, slut!” I exclaimed.
“Sorry,” Mum oddly replied, freezing.
“Sorry, what?” I questioned, raising my eyebrow.
“Sorry, Mistress,” she repeated, returning to her knees and crawling all the way to our bed.
“Good slut, you may lick your owner now,” I said I couldn’t wait any longer and wanted to cum badly at that moment.
Without any hesitation, Mum leaped in, as though she had been eagerly anticipating this moment for an eternity. She simply leaned forward, slobbering like a dog, and buried her face between my legs and under my dress. Her unexpected actions caught me completely off guard, leaving me utterly stunned and unable to react.
Then, for the first time ever, I felt her tongue directly touch my clit, sending a chill down my spine and through my entire body. I was on the verge of leaping up from the bed, but her firm grip on my thighs kept me immobilized. In a moment of impulse, I found myself grasping a fistful of her hair with both hands. I closed my eyes, lifted my head slightly, and bit down on my lower lip to cope with the sensation.
She then used her tongue to flick my clit, which caused me to scream loudly and inhale sharply, “Oh Maaaa.”
Within seconds, my heart began racing like a rocket, pulsating with intense sensations. My legs felt as though they could hardly support me, and I was transported to a realm of pleasure, like an entirely different universe of sexual level. But my mother didn’t stop there. She went even lower, used her naughty, wicked tongue to part my pussy lips, and lapped the entire area for a few minutes. At the pinnacle of my orgasm, I roughly pushed her head even deeper into my cunt and groaned, “Oh Goooooooooood, Mum your tongue is feeling so good there… keep sucking you filthy whore… suck your daughter just like you wanted.”
She lapped my pussy lips faster with her tongue and flicked my clit intermittently for a few minutes. My heart raced at lightning speed, and the overwhelming sensation made it difficult for me to stay put, so I tried to close my legs together. Mum understood from my reaction that I was going to encounter my first orgasm in her mouth, and she shoved one finger inside my cunt, which caused me to moan louder, “Oh my, oh my, ah, ah, ah…”
An overwhelming sensation of fullness washed over me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. An overwhelming rush of emotions surged within me, forcing me to let go of her head and squeeze my boobs through my dress. With a resounding scream, I moaned, “Oh Goooooooooood, uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
I climaxed, and Mum wiped my gushing cum from all over my pussy with passion. I collapsed onto the bed, lying on my back, and closed my eyes. Letting out a sigh, I attempted to relax my entire body. Exhausted and weary, I lost track of time and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.
After nearly two hours of slumber, I finally awoke. For a couple of minutes, I was unable to see or hear anything from my mother. Getting up, I made my way to the verandah, where I eventually spotted her. As usual, she was almost half-naked, wearing her petticoat, engrossed in cooking as she stood in front of the gas oven.
In the glimmer of the light, her silhouetted ass was revealed through the thin, nearly see-through fabric, accentuating her curves. Mesmerized, I gazed at her hypnotizing figure for a brief moment until my presence caught my mother’s attention. Sensing my appearance near the entrance, she turned around. As soon as our eyes met, I couldn’t resist asking whether those amazing moments were meant to be a one-time experience or if they would continue to unfold, ” Why the fuck you are wearing clothes, bitch mother?”
“Annu, your brother will be home soon…” she tried to explain, but I interrupted her before she could finish, teasingly remarking, “Isn’t that what you had planned, serving yourself naked to your beloved son?”
“Please, Annu!” My mother’s face sank down as she pleaded earnestly.
Approaching her slowly, I extended my hand between her legs under the petticoat. As I whispered softly, she gasped, taken aback by the unexpected touch inside her pussy. “Why aren’t you wearing any panties, slut?”
“Annu!” She protested, even though she didn’t actually attempt to physically stop this sudden behavior.
“Don’t move,” I ordered as I rubbed her swollen clit.
This wasn’t anything shocking to her, as she had willingly become my plaything, and most importantly, she was equally aroused.
“Who were you, fucking slut?” I questioned.
Her head was swarming with confusion as she stammered, “N-N-No mistress, no one.”
“Your cunt says you did,” I countered.
“Annu, please,” In distress, she cried out, anxious that my brother might appear at any moment and catch us in such a situation.
“Please let you eat my cunt?” I asked, but before she could respond, I had a question lingering in my mind, so I immediately followed up with another inquiry, saying, “Are you wet because you want to eat my cunt, fucked Milan yet again while I fell asleep, or took his dick once more in your delicious ass?”
Her silence persisted for a few reasons. Firstly, it seemed she lacked a ready response, perhaps never having considered the idea of eating my pussy within this short time until I mentioned it. But I maintained rubbing her pussy with my gentle touches, eliciting involuntary moans from her in response to both my questions and the caress of my fingers.
“Oh God,” Her orgasm rose quickly.
“Did you stuff that cucumber again, or perhaps a carrot this time, Mum?” I inquired.
She didn’t answer, as she enjoyed the pleasure I was giving her.
“Answer me, slut,” I ordered.
Mum stammered as I tapped her clit roughly, “N-N-No Mistress.”
“I bet you’d bend over and take my brother’s cock inside your asshole right now if he walks in here right now,” I nastily said.
“Ohhhh,” She let out a groan, torn between the belief that the thought was entirely wrong and the unsettling feeling that it might actually be right. In a sudden motion, I spun my mother around and gently pushed her to the ground. Once again, she dutifully dropped to her knees, displaying the obedience of a perfectly trained slut, then swiftly pulled up my dress.
With just one word, I commanded, “Eat.”
Mum was completely under my control, surrendering to my every whim. Initially, she felt unsure due to the imminent return of my brother. Her gaze remained fixed on my completely shaved, slightly damp pussy, contemplating her decision. But the hesitation lasted only a brief moment before she leaned in and sensually licked my pussy. A mix of hunger for lust and shame washed over her simultaneously. Shame for succumbing to such desires, particularly in the kitchen, where my brother could walk in at any moment. Yet her cravings for intoxicating lust took hold, overriding any sense of morality or common decency.
“You really enjoy munching on my pussy, don’t you, Mum?” I inquired, breaking the silence, and then continued, “And what does a submissive Mommy slut call the one in charge?”
“A mistress.” she mindlessly answered.
I asked, “So, what do I mean to you?”
“Mistress Annu, in what way may I be of service to you?” She graciously offered.
I recalled Milan telling her to beg Milan to shove that cucumber that was still within her when I walked in. I remembered my mother putting that massive dick inside her ass and having her wildest orgasms or maybe more than that. I couldn’t help but remember the way he placed his ass in her mouth and had her lick it. Curiosity got the better of me, and I wondered if she would do the same with me. I was intrigued to experience what she did with Milan and how it would feel. So, I simply turned around, bent my ass over, and with a commanding tone, gestured, “Eat my asshole, Mum.”
My mother obeyed the instruction and buried her face in my ass cheeks. On her first lick, she swirled her tongue around the salty perspiration on my rosebud. The sudden and provocative action sent a shiver down my spine, nearly causing me to lose my balance. However, I managed to steady myself just in time, but I couldn’t help but let out a moan, “Oh God… Mum, keep going.”
She kept nibbling on my anus licking my puckered, constricted asshole, exactly like she did to Milan. Clearly, she tried to express to me what a fantastic submissive she is and how willing she is to follow my every command. After a couple of minutes of obedient asshole pleasing, I ordered, moaning a bit, “Get that tongue inside my asshole, you fucking ass-munching slut.”
Mum complied, eager to please me, and her tongue fought past the anal entrance to break inside. I felt my body start to move involuntarily, my feet trembling, and to my surprise, I realized that I was unconsciously stroking my clit as her tongue licked my asshole.
A deep groan escaped my lips, accompanied by heavy breathing, as I pleaded, “Fuck yes, please don’t stop.”
In moments, I couldn’t contain myself and let out a scream in pleasure as I reached the climax, “Yes, you dirty ass eating, Mommy cum sucking, whore.”
A few seconds later, somehow gathering myself, I closed my legs and stood upright, my breath still ragged. Needing support, I leaned against the wall. Meanwhile, my mother remained on her knees, steadying herself against one of the kitchen table legs.
After taking a moment to regain composure, I glanced back at her, and our eyes locked as I spoke, “Oh, goodness, Mum, you truly have a mischievous and nasty side. I’m going to take a shower, and when I return, I expect you to be in your natural state, in this similar manner—on your knees and undressed.”
She blinked in acceptance, but before she could respond, I asked, “Could you please turn on the light at the back, whore mother?”
While speaking, I teasingly lifted my frock and playfully let it drop over her face. My Mum gently moved the dress away from her face and responded, with her glistening face, “Sure, mistress.”
I observed her face, her mouth seemingly watering, gazing at my naked body. With a deliberate and seductive stride, I stepped outside the door and into the corridor, swaying my hips enticingly and twirling my elegantly tied hair in a bun as I headed left, towards the bathroom on the back side of our home.
In our open corridor, we usually hang a saree as a makeshift curtain to maintain privacy, preventing passersby from peering into our home. However, on that particular occasion, there was nothing to cover, and I realized that anyone walking by might catch a glimpse of me in the nude. Despite the potential exposure, I found myself surprisingly unconcerned, partly because it was quite dark outside with no source of light, reducing the chances of anyone noticing.
Curiously enough, I actually relished the way my mother’s gaze swept over me, from top to bottom, as I stood or walked through the corridor in my naked state.
In the bathroom, I meticulously take my time, ensuring to wash my underarms and every part of my body with soap. I also use gel in private areas to prevent any discomfort and itching, while also ensuring to keep any unwanted odors at bay. At this moment, memories of my mother’s naked body flash vividly in my mind, recalling every part of her and every moment I have watched from the very beginning,
Her behavior was quite explicit, as she mimicked getting fucked by her own son, completely nude, right there in the kitchen with my cousin-brother,
With ease, I undid her petticoat, and to my surprise, she offered no resistance,
I observed how Mum was standing there, completely naked in front of me, until I ordered her to kneel down and gracefully crawl forward on all fours, positioning herself between my legs,
How I playfully offered her my foot, and without hesitation, she obediently took it into her mouth, savoring every lick of every inch,
How my own mother licked my pussy until I cum coated her face or forced her tongue down my filthy asshole until I cum.
As I pondered over these incidents, my hand wandered down and started rubbing my clit, I couldn’t quite recollect the time. Then, in an instant, an impish idea crossed my mind, and I playfully called out to my mother, “Mum, could you pass me the towel?”
“Coming,” Mum responded, and in a matter of seconds, she entered the bathroom, calling out, “Here.”
“Come here, slut mother, right now, and help me wipe,” I commanded.
“Annu, please remember that we’re in public,” she cautioned, her voice laced with concern, yet she drew nearer to me.
” Shush! Bitch, don’t presume to instruct me on what to do or not,” I firmly retorted.
Without a word, she silently began wiping my body with both hands, using the towel’s aid. Memories of my childhood flooded back, and I reminisced about how she used to clean me up after school. Nevertheless, snapping back to the present, I seized the opportunity and untied her knot once more. And, before she could react, the petticoat slipped from her grasp, landing on the damp floor and getting soaked instantly. This made her naked for the third time, but the significant difference this time was that she was now outside, leaving her vulnerable to the possibility of being seen by any passersby.
Instinctively, she let go of the towel in her hands and quickly covered her breasts by crossing her arms, leaving the lower part exposed. Reacting swiftly, I grabbed the towel, and she looked at me with pleading eyes, asking, “What are you doing?”
“Are you daring to question your mistress?” I asked, my eyebrows arching in a blend of astonishment and apprehension. Deep down, I worried that I might have overstepped a boundary. This was a matter of her honor, and she might take it extremely seriously. The thought of anyone from the neighborhood catching a glimpse of her nakedness petrified her, and I was well aware that she could slap me in an instant. Nevertheless, I mustered my composure and maintained a facade of confidence.
She, too, didn’t respond too harshly, and in a submissive tone, she pleaded, “Please, don’t do that to me.”
With my newfound inner confidence, I became certain of her submissive nature, believing she would willingly obey any command I gave. Stepping into a position of authority, I made my proposition, “Starting now, Mother, whenever I’m around, you will remain naked throughout the day, crawling from the bathroom to the bedroom, the kitchen to the corridor, and everywhere in between. Do you understand?”
“Please, Annu.” She feigned another protest, although her body reaction betrayed a playful act.
Having draped the towel around myself, securing it with one hand, I leaned forward and firmly grasped her hair with my other hand, posing the question, “Do you understand, you worthless slut?”
“Y-y-yes, yes, Mistress,” Mum whispered, her voice trembling, and she weakly maintained eye contact with me. Her body seemed to hunger for intimacy.
“Speak louder,” I scolded, emphasizing the demand.
“Yes, Mistress,” she responded loudly, behaving like a devoted pet, unconcerned about anyone else overhearing her words.
“Very well, now kneel,” I directed, gently placing both my hands on her shoulders and guiding her down to the ground.
“But…” she hesitated initially, yet as she gazed into my angry eyes, she finally complied.
“What a dirty slut you are, mother.” I purred with a hint of mischief, and I commanded in a commanding tone. “Now crawl, Bitch.”
“Okay, Mistress,” she whispered, bending forward and reaching for the ground, commencing her crawl. I leaned down, gently yet firmly grasping her hair, as though guiding a dog with a leash around its neck, and pulled her along, much like moving a weighty object from one place to another. She obediently followed, without question, as we made our way through the corridor and into the room via the verandah.
All the way, she struggled to crawl, but she remained silent and obedient, akin to a well-trained puppy. As we crossed the corridor, a dim light illuminated our path, but fortunately, no one happened to pass by and witness the sight of me in a semi-naked state and my mother fully naked and crawling like a pet.
Once inside the room, the sound of my ringing phone caught my attention. I released her hair and walked over to the bed, announcing, “It’s my brother calling.”
After concluding my conversation with him, she glanced up at me, still on her knees, and pleaded, “Please, Annu, Biky will be home soon.”
“So?” I countered.
Mom remained utterly silent, unable to provide an answer. Even though she obediently assumed the position of a true submissive, staying on all fours on the floor, her expression told a different story. Her face betrayed her worry about being caught naked like this by her son, especially in my presence, and the concern was evident in her expression.
I disregarded her look, nonchalantly dropped my wet towel onto the floor, and stood naked before the dressing table. She kept her eyes fixed on me as I proceeded to dry my hair, comb it, apply lotion, and finally slip on a nightie before heading to the kitchen.
Upon entering, I noticed a couple of pasta dishes already on the table. Taking the plates, I returned to where she was and gently placed a plate full of pasta on the floor just below her face. Seating myself comfortably on a nearby chair, I casually rested my legs upon her back, treating her like a makeshift table, and playfully commanded, “Eat up, Bitch.”
I began eating my meal with deliberate slowness, and I couldn’t help but notice my mother’s astonished gaze. Despite her searching for mercy in my eyes, there was none to be found. The sense of humiliation in her expression seemed to grow with each passing moment. It was hard for me to keep track of which aspect was more degrading. I never thought I would engage in such actions with anyone, but the allure of porn and erotic tales pushed me to explore my boundaries.
“Yes, mistress,” my mother obediently replied, the honorific rolling off her tongue with an air of natural submission. Lowering her face, she lapped it up like a devoted puppy. Observing her feelings of shame and hunger, I relished the sensation that seemed to permeate every pore of her being.
She tried to finish every bit of pasta on the plate with her tongue, but she spilled a few on the floor. It took several minutes to finish, but when she was done with her plate, of course, I ordered, “What about the mess you made on the floor, Mother?”
Her shocked gaze met mine, clearly comprehending my intentions. Though her eyes pleaded to end the humiliation, she had no choice but to obey. Slowly, she crawled forward and began licking up the scattered pasta on the floor.
When she moved forward, I could see her wet cunt, glistening with her pussy juice, and some white goo oozing from her hole. Then I patted her head and said, “There you go, you gooood girl.”
Mum looked at me with pleasing eyes; there was no regret in serving her own daughter as a sexual slave; moreover, they were saying as if she could do anything to prove her worth, to be her daughter’s pet. Initially, a twinge of guilt might have stirred within me, but her facial expression made it evident that she desired this even more than I did.
Afterward, I carried both plates to the kitchen, leaving my mother in her place as I proceeded to do the dishes and neatly place them on the shelf. Suddenly, my phone started ringing, prompting me to step into the room and check it.
I approached close to my mother, yanking her hair once again, and without uttering a word, I forcibly pulled her out of the room, treating her like an object. Despite her trembling hands, swaying breasts, and wiggling ass, she followed me by crawling obediently, though clearly struggling, probably because her knees were sore by that time. Yet, I paid no heed and continued to drag her all the way to the main gate and ordered, “I will be back home in a few minutes, and when I do, I expect you right here at the door, naked. Wait on your knees for me.”
“Please, Annu,” she pleaded, her fear evident as she imagined herself waiting on her knees at the main gate.
Although our neighbors rarely come home, my brother typically returns by that time. Additionally, outside our house, there are often some sketchy, intoxicated individuals wandering around. Disregarding her genuine concern, I issued a firm order, “And you better not move, no matter what, Slut.”
After I finished telling, I walked outside, and I overheard Mum hesitantly whispering at first, “Yes, Mistress.” Her willingness to comply with my every command, fulfilling my darkest desires, was evident. However, her motherly instincts kicked in, catching her naked at the main gate by surprise. She began to speak but quickly stopped herself, realizing she couldn’t protest loud enough. Her sentence paused at “but…”
THE END.