Backseat Mommy

My plan for today is to take five more loads," I said, reaching for his hard c.o.c.k. "Tomorrow if you're up to it I'll take some more, and then figure out what the hell I'm going to do with my life."

He said, his voice now soft and tender, "I found a few places in the area that are for rent."

"You did, did you?" I asked, slowly stroking his c.o.c.k. "Do you want Mommy close to you?"

"I insist that my Mommy f.u.c.k s.l.u.t be close to me and that she be available at a moment's notice," he corrected, sounding so hot when he was dominant.

"Well then," I said, l.i.c.k.i.n.g his shaft briefly, unable not to enjoy this beautiful c.o.c.k I'd co-created, "since you are my Master and I am your three-hole c.u.m deposit s.l.u.t, I guess the first part of my plan for the future has already been decided."

"Good, because we have a 7PM meeting with a realtor to go look at three places," he said, as he pulled me to my feet and kissed me.

The kiss was tender at first. Definitely not one between a typical mother and son... but between lovers. I felt my heart melting.

It got more passionate after a couple of minutes before I finally broke the kiss abruptly, horny as hell, and asked, "Are you going to f.u.c.k me or what?"

"I don't know," he said, "I only have twenty minutes until my last class of the day."

"You're not leaving your s.l.u.t alone for a couple of hours with so many tempting young d.i.c.ks around, are you?" I teased, returning to stroking his c.o.c.k.

"You only f.u.c.k who I tell you to, is that clear?" he clarified firmly.

"Yes, Master," I smiled, "I was just teasing. Your c.o.c.k is more than enough for me."

"Good," he nodded, as he lifted up my dress, bent me over the sink and slid his c.o.c.k easily inside my burning inferno.

"Oh yes, baby," I m.o.a.n.e.d, as he began f.u.c.k.i.n.g me hard.

"And my hot c.u.n.t loves your big, hard d.i.c.k," I responded, loving how aggressive he was with me. He knew how to f.u.c.k a woman... he understood that underneath the conservative nature of his outer woman was a c.u.m hungry s.l.u.t just dying to be used as one.

"Then let's let them get reacquainted," he said, as he grabbed my h.i.p.s and thoroughly pounded me like the wanton s.l.u.t he'd awakened in me.

"Oh yesssss, son," I m.o.a.n.e.d. "Use Mommy as your f.u.c.k s.l.u.t."

"You love being your son's personal c.u.m bucket, don't you?" he asked, never slowing down his complete pilfering of my box.

"Can it please be my twenty-four-seven job?" I m.o.a.n.e.d, my o.r.g.a.s.m accelerating from his big d.i.c.k, hard deep thrusts and his nasty talk.

"Think you can handle a half dozen loads a day?" he teased, as his finger slid to my asshole.

"I'm not sure I can live without that many," I responded, although I wasn't sure I could keep up with him, truth be told... but I'd die trying... I mean, what a way to go... my tombstone reading F.U.C.K.E.D TO DEATH.

"Now don't forget: you are to f.u.c.k only who I tell you to f.u.c.k, male or female," he reminded me.

"Yes, Master," I m.o.a.n.e.d, knowing the idea of his controlling my body and whatever he made me do or even not do would only enhance my l.u.s.t and would power my growing o.r.g.a.s.m even more strongly.

I almost screamed, my o.r.g.a.s.m so f.u.c.k.i.n.g close, as I cried out, "Your three-hole Mommy c.u.m bucket submissive!"

"Oh yes," he agreed, "now come for me, you f.u.c.k.i.n.g s.l.u.t."

"Call me names, Master," I begged, knowing his crude words, simultaneous with his deep drilling, would be enough to make me erupt.

"You love being a bimbo Mommy whore for your son's big d.i.c.k?" he questioned.

"Yes, I love it, more, more," I begged, so f.u.c.k.i.n.g close.

"Come for me now, my c.o.c.k s.u.c.k.i.n.g, c.u.n.t willing, a.s.s taking, Mommy whore," he ordered, pistoning in and out of me like a well-oiled machine.

"Yessssss," I screamed, as my o.r.g.a.s.m hit and seconds later, his second load spewed into me.

"Take my c.u.m, Mom," he grunted as he came into me just as my own c.u.m was trying to spill out of me.

Both of us were panting and gasping heavily as our o.r.g.a.s.ms rushed through us, and he leaned into me.

"And I missed your great mouth and hot c.u.n.t," he said, as he pulled out of me and a huge gush of our blended c.u.m flooded out of me and pooled on the floor.

I looked down as I said, "Don't forget my tight asshole."

"Oh, the next load is going in there," he nodded.

"Is that a promise?" I smiled, by now always happy to get my asshole gaped.

"Yes! And I never break my promises," he declared, as he put his beautiful pole back in his pants.

"I plan on keeping you to that," I said, standing up and allowing my dress to fall back down.

"I need to get to my last class," he said. "Go take a tour of the school and meet me at my dorm room in an hour and fifteen."

"I'm not sure I can find it again," I said, having no idea where it was.

"I'll text you the building and room number," he said, as he leaned in and kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he smiled, looking again like my son and not my Master, "I missed you, Mom."

He left me and I cleaned up: both the large pool of c.u.m on the floor, and my c.u.n.t and legs, which were still flowing with our spent fluids.

I then headed out, taking some time to explore the campus. Discovering the campus bookstore, I went inside. To my surprise, as I meandered through the shelves of books killing time, I noticed there was a section called Human S.e.x.u.a.lity. Still horny (f.u.c.k, I was always horny now), I skimmed the book titles. When I saw a book called '100 Best S.e.x Positions', I knew I had to buy it... and that we would have to try every position in the book.

Of course, this made my p.u.s.s.y dampen as I flipped through the various positions. Many intrigued me, such as 'the pretzel dip',' ballet dancer', 'X-factor', 'golden arch' and 'butter churner'. I was going to rock my son's world!

I purchased the book, feeling strange buying it from a girl who looked like she should still be in high school, but was likely in college since she was working at a college bookstore... but in the throes of my second s.e.x.u.a.l awakening, I sure wasn't going to be worried about being judged by a girl who was young enough to be my daughter.

As I handed it to her, she looked surprised and looked up at me.

I smiled, "You're never too old to learn new tricks."

She laughed, "Good to know."

Although I hadn't been with a girl since college, and that was once when I was really drunk, and she had only gone down on me not the other way round, I wondered if my wild new s.e.x.u.a.lity could explore some Sapphic d.e.s.i.r.es... and how much that might turn on my son.

I took my bag and said, now flirting with the girl, "Once I've tried all these positions I may have to come back for a book on positions for two women." Before she could respond with any more than a wink and a grin, which she did, I turned and walked away, feeling a rush at my newfound 'do and say whatever I want' persona, even though in reality I couldn't do whatever I wished without my Master's permission. (But I didn't think he'd balk if I asked if he'd like to watch me getting it on with a hot cashier from the bookstore.)

When it was close to the time to meet my son, I headed to his dorm room, already looking forward to his c.o.c.k back inside me... one of my holes still neglected.

I arrived a few minutes early and waited in the hallway. A couple of guys walked past me, each giving me a once-over. I wondered what they would think if they knew I was a submissive Mommy-s.l.u.t.

Cory finally arrived and asked, "Been waiting long?"

"For your d.i.c.k back in me, yes," I answered.

"Well, we should rectify that," he said, as he opened the door.

As soon as it was closed, I dropped to my knees and fished out his c.o.c.k... I was dying for more of it. I couldn't explain my single-minded obsession, but all I wanted when I saw him was his d.i.c.k.

He said, "Man, I wish I knew what you were like during my senior year."

As I fished out his d.i.c.k, I agreed, "So many wasted loads."

"I murdered a lot of Kleenex," he joked, as I wrapped my mouth around his c.o.c.k.

As I took his c.o.c.k back in my mouth, he joked back, "So you're a Kleenex martyr? You'll endure anything to save the oft-ignored and under-valued tree-hugged tissue?" which made me laugh hard.

Once he was completely hard, I stood up and asked, "So is load three going in my ass?"

"I don't know," he teased.

"The question was rhetorical since it's the only one still untouched today," I pointed out, as I lifted up my sundress and bent over the couch.

"Yes, Mommy," he replied, moving behind me.

He rubbed his thick mushroom top around my rosebud and I demanded, "Just slam that big d.i.c.k up Mommy's poop chute."

He again obliged, sliding his huge snake deep into my tight asshole.

"Yes, baby, Mommy has missed your big d.i.c.k in her shit hole," I m.o.a.n.e.d, loving to talk dirty to my son.

"So f.u.c.k.i.n.g tight," he g.r.o.a.n.e.d, as his c.o.c.k invaded my back door over and over, deeper each time.

"Your big d.i.c.k will gape it pretty quickly," I added, as I felt his h.i.p.s meet my b.u.t.t, meaning his entire shaft was deep inside me.

"Oh yeah," he g.r.o.a.n.e.d, as he slowly began f.u.c.k.i.n.g me.

I loved s.u.c.k.i.n.g his c.o.c.k.

I loved riding his c.o.c.k in my c.u.n.t.

But there was something even hotter about allowing my son to sodomize me. By giving him all three holes, I was completely at his whim... I was utterly his... and I loved it.

"Oh yeah, baby, Mommy loves your d.i.c.k in her a.s.s," I m.o.a.n.e.d, declaring the obvious.

"Looking forward to a thick load of c.u.m buried deep in your bowels, Mommy-s.l.u.t?" he asked.

"Is the sky blue? Is the grass green? Is your d.i.c.k deep in your Mother's asshole?" I asked playfully.

"Yes, yes and most definitely yes," he chuckled, as he began f.u.c.k.i.n.g me faster.

I enjoyed his hard a.s.s f.u.c.k.i.n.g for a few minutes, loving how hard, deep and long he could go. My own o.r.g.a.s.m close, I began frantically rubbing my c.l.i.t.

"Are you going to come from having your son's d.i.c.k reaming your a.s.s, Mommy-s.l.u.t?" he asked, as he somehow found the energy to begin f.u.c.k.i.n.g me even harder and faster.

"Yes, my darling son," I m.o.a.n.e.d, as my breathing became erratic and I was about to erupt.

And as if the o.r.g.a.s.m button was his c.u.m spewing in my asshole, the moment his c.u.m filled my asshole my o.r.g.a.s.m hit. "Yessssssss," I screamed, as another amazing, intense o.r.g.a.s.m rushed through me.

He pumped my asshole throughout my o.r.g.a.s.m as his entire load flooded deep in my bowels. When he pulled out leaving me slumped face down on his couch, even as my own o.r.g.a.s.m continued to create fireworks throughout my very being, Cory ordered, "Don't move."

"I'm not sure I could if I wanted to," I joked, just allowing the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e of the o.r.g.a.s.m to do its thing.

He returned a minute later, my o.r.g.a.s.m finally beginning to dissipate, c.u.m beginning to leak out my asshole, as he slapped my a.s.s and slipped a b.u.t.t plug in my rear, "I don't want my c.u.m leaking out of you while we go out for dinner."

"It's customary for a gentleman to take a lady out for dinner before he tears her a.s.s apart," I joked, as I finally managed to stand up.

"Well, I do plan to fill all three of your holes again before the evening is over," he pointed out.

"Touché," I laughed.

"I'm going for a quick shower," he said. "Want to join me?"

"Mmmmm," I purred, "going for the fourth load?"

"Perhaps," he shrugged.

In the shower, believe it or not, we actually washed each other. It was tender and romantic, and I knew the next time we showered together I was going to f.u.c.k his brains out. Since it was in a dorm it was a communal shower and it was fun wondering what would happen if any n.a.k.e.d guys walked in, but none did.

We headed out for a slightly early dinner before meeting the real estate agent at seven.

At dinner Cory told me about school so far, and I told him about how his father and I had ended it... leaving out the i.n.c.e.s.t information for the moment. I wanted this still to be about us... and I still couldn't fathom the image of that stick-in-the-mud Katherine committing i.n.c.e.s.t.

As we finished eating, he asked, "Want some dessert?"

"I hope that's a euphemism for a yummy load of your c.u.m," I replied, moving my hand to his crotch.

"It is," he nodded.

"Here?" I asked, smiling because we had a secluded corner table.

"Why not?" he shrugged.

I fished out his c.o.c.k and began stroking it just as the waitress came back to ask if we wanted any dessert.

Cory nodded, "A piece of chocolate cheesecake," acting casual as his mother jerked him off beneath the tablecloth.

As soon as she left, he grabbed my head and pushed it under the table.

A rush of excitement at doing something so taboo in public coursed through me, as I slid myself completely under the table, surprised at how dark it was.

I began s.u.c.k.i.n.g, feeling a rush of adrenaline because I was actually s.u.c.k.i.n.g my son in a busy restaurant. I bobbed furiously, wanting that load from his balls.

I had s.u.c.k.e.d him maybe two minutes when the waitress returned and asked, "Anything else?"

"No, I think I'm good," Cory said.

The waitress left and Cory pulled me back up to my seat. I complained, "I'm not allowed to finish my dessert?"

"Jerk me off," he ordered.

I obeyed, pumping his c.o.c.k while he ate his cheesecake, even though I really wanted his hard c.o.c.k back in my mouth. He ate half the cheesecake while I stroked his c.o.c.k. When I felt it getting dry, I glanced to see if anyone was looking this way, before I bent down and took it back in my mouth. I bobbed for maybe thirty seconds before I heard the waitress gasp, "Oh, my!"

Cory explained, as I froze with his d.i.c.k in my mouth, "She wanted something creamier than cheesecake for dessert."

"Um, okay," and the waitress left as quickly as she had arrived.

"Well, you'd better finish me off now," Cory chuckled, clearly amused.

I bobbed like a hungry s.l.u.t, desperate to get him off, both because of my utter humiliation at getting caught (which gave me a warm feeling), plus my d.e.s.i.r.e that I did indeed want his warm, creamy dessert.

I bobbed for a couple more minutes before I heard him grunt and felt his warm cream erupt in my mouth and glide down my throat. God, I loved s.u.c.k.i.n.g his c.o.c.k and swallowing his c.u.m... it was my favourite treat... although I also enjoyed feeling it erupt in my p.u.s.s.y or deep in my rectum of course.

I swallowed it all down and sat back up.

Cory finished his dessert and we waited for the waitress to come back. She didn't return for a good ten minutes and Cory joked, "You may have scarred her forever."

"Well, you scarred me forever when you first plugged this d.i.c.k into my c.u.n.t in the car," I countered.

"I wouldn't call that scarring, I would call that awakening," he countered right back.

"Well if so, I sure can't get back to sleep," I laughed.

"Neither can this," he joked back, as I glanced down and saw his c.o.c.k was still semi-erect... already four loads today.

The waitress finally came back and avoided eye contact with me as she delivered the bill and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Feeling like making her even more uncomfortable, I replied brightly, "No thanks, I'm pretty stuffed after that creamy dessert."

Cory added, "Oh, I plan to do more stuffing of you yet tonight."

"Gobble, gobble," I gobbled, as the girl's face went beet red.

"You're going to corrupt this poor girl for life," Cory fake rebuked me.

I apologized, "Sorry miss, I just can't get enough of him."

"It's okay, ma'am," the waitress said, her face bright red, still not looking at me.

The word 'ma'am' annoyed me, but I let it go.

We paid, or actually he paid, which was sweet I thought, before we went to meet the realtor.

"So you're promising me two more loads?" I questioned, as I drove, following the GPS directions Cory had entered in his phone.

"At least," Cory responded.

"How many rounds are in that pistol?" I questioned.

"Don't know. I've never run out," he joked. "All I know is it's more than a six-shooter."

"Good to know," I smirked. "I do like being gunned down."

"And I love the target practice," he wittingly shot back.

For the next twenty minutes, traffic was brutal. We talked about his father and the beginning of the school year.

I asked, "Are you really okay with my living nearby?"

"I insist on it," he nodded.

"I don't want to cramp your style," I said, knowing that at some point these wild days of s.u.c.k.i.n.g and f.u.c.k.i.n.g his mother would fade. No way could we keep up this intensity of l.u.s.t... I just wasn't as young as he was.

"Mom, I want you nearby because you're my Mom," he said. After a pause, he added, "That, plus I like having a three-hole c.u.m bucket nearby."

"You had me at three-hole c.u.m bucket," I joked sarcastically.

"I should mention though that I do have a girlfriend of sorts," he said.

I felt jealous. Yet, I asked, trying to be casual, "Can you define 'a girlfriend of sorts'?"

"Well, we've never labelled it. We hang out sometimes. We f.u.c.k."

"Is she hotter than I am?" I asked outwardly playfully, yet fishing for an answer that would help me feel good about myself.

"You're both very hot," he said.

"Is she as big a s.l.u.t as I am?" I asked, hoping I could at least get a moral victory. Or I suppose an immoral one.

Cory laughed, "Only 67% as big. So far she's only offered me two holes."

"That dirty c.o.c.k-tease," I joked.

"But she's bi," he added.

It popped out of my mouth before I even had time to think, "So you want to see Mommy eat cunt?"

He coughed, surprised by my words. "That wasn't what I meant at all."

"So you don't want to see Mommy eat cunt?" I w.h.i.n.ed, acting hurt.

"I didn't say that either," he corrected, clearly shocked for once... even after all we'd done together.

"Because I'd really like to do that," I told him before adding, "although I haven't done it since college."

"You've eaten p.u.s.s.y before?" he asked, very curious and intrigued.

"I did a lot of things in college."

"I'll want to hear more about that," he promised, as the GPS told us we were about to arrive at our destination.

"I'm sure you will," I smiled coyly, as I moved my hand to his d.i.c.k... which was hard again. "Did the idea of Mommy munching box get you hard?"

"Perhaps," he shrugged, as I pulled to a stop.

As we climbed out of the car, he took my hand and led me to the first house. I said, looking at the small but modern house, "Looks cute."

We walked up to the door, which was immediately opened by a woman about my age, pretty but a bit chubby. She greeted, "Welcome, I hope you found your way here okay."

I nodded, "GPS is a life saver, although it doesn't warn you about construction."

"Yeah, it's the end of the construction season and it happens every year... they fall behind," the woman explained, before adding, "Oh, I'm Eve."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sarah," I said, "and this is my son, I mean, yeah, this is my son, Cory." I wasn't sure how we were introducing ourselves here, but we were holding hands, which Eve had obviously noticed, since she glanced down briefly.

She explained, "So I'll show you the three houses I spoke with to your son about. This one is the cheapest because it's farthest away from the college, although it's a very quaint home and in a quiet neighborhood. Travel to the college, in non-construction times, is usually about fifteen minutes, twenty to thirty during rush hour."