"Pet Mommy":Fucking with Mommy-Slut

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"There she is," Crystal smiled.

"There who is?" I asked, although I knew exactly what she went.

"The mother I know," she countered, laughing gently.

Leaving her with ominous implications, I responded as I opened my door, "Oh honey, I know you think you know me, but you only know me as your mother, not as a woman."

Before she could respond, I got out of the car allowing my words to fluster her. I was thrilled with just how well the drive went, the seeds of seduction slyly planted.

That night, Crystal went out to see some friends after agreeing to go shopping with me tomorrow afternoon. The plan was I would work half a day, pick her up for lunch and then go get new outfits for both of us for Saturday's graduation ceremony.

Michael and Frederick went out as well, going to a nine o'clock movie leaving me home alone. Happy with my progress, I drew myself a bubble bath and relaxed knowing tomorrow was going to be potentially another life-altering seduction.

.....

Friday morning, Michael had school and woke me up with his cock tapping my lips.

I groggily woke up, the bubble bath apparently assisting in giving me a great night's sleep and I asked, "With Crystal home?"

"She didn't get home until after two, she won't be up for hours," Michael explained, filling my mouth before I even fully opened it.

In my position, I couldn't suck his cock instead just allowing him to slowly fuck my mouth. After a few minutes of slow fucking my mouth, he pulled out, tugged me out of bed, and guided me to my natural place of obedience on my knees before him. He shoved his throbbing member back in my mouth, put his hands on my head, and began pounding my face. His balls bounced against my chin as his cock violated my throat.

Michael must have been fantasizing about adding a second submissive incest slave as he was more rough and aggressive than usual, I even gagged slightly a couple of times.

Finally, without warning, Michael's cum filled my mouth and I gagged again, some cum dripping out of my mouth and onto my pajamas and the floor.

Disappointed in myself for gagging and spilling some of his sweet seed, as soon as he pulled out and released my head from his vice-like grip, I leaned to the floor and licked up the small puddle of white goo.

"One day," was all Michael said as he left my room, as I got off the floor and began my day.

I dressed in a black knee high skirt and black thigh highs that I hoped would be a conversation piece when we were trying on dresses. I finished the outfit with a black lace bra and a blue patterned blouse that fit tight around my breasts.

I texted Crystal at eleven to make sure she was awake and surprisingly she was, although she hadn't showered yet. I told her I would pick her up around quarter after twelve.

I arrived home and Crystal came out surprisingly in a flowery sun dress, although not surprisingly she wasn't wearing nylons, something I would have to change. In the car, she asked, looking at my attire, "Are we going somewhere fancy?"

I laughed, "Did I use to dress that poorly that this is fancy?"

She responded, "I didn't mean that. You look very good, it actually makes you look younger."

As I started driving, I said, "That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me."

Crystal was in a lot better mood this morning and we chatted about her idea of changing her major to become a high school teacher which surprised me a bit, but I was just happy she finally seemed confident in her choice.

We had a great lunch where I skirted anything that would be remotely edgy, keeping the conversation light and relaxed.

It wasn't until we were walking into the upscale clothing store that I began the seduction. I asked, "So what were you thinking of wearing tomorrow?"

"I truthfully hadn't put any thought into it," Crystal shrugged.

"I thought we would really have some fun and get really dolled up," I said as we reached the cocktail dresses.

"Aren't these a bit too classy for a high school graduation," she asked as I reached for a fire truck red dress.

"You can never be too classy," I shrugged.

"If you say so," Crystal responded.

"Trust me," I countered as I handed her the red dress.

"For me?" She asked, clearly surprised.

"You'll look really hot in this," I said, trying to build her confidence.

"It is kind of expensive," she said, seeing the price tag.

"My treat. Every woman should have two dresses at their disposal: a sexy slinky black fuck me dress and an elegant tease all gown."

"Mother, a fuck me dress?" Crystal said, again surprised by my language, before adding, "I don't have either," she replied.

"Well, time to rectify that," I smiled, before adding, "Go try it on."

"Okay," she said, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes.

I grabbed a dress for myself, gold, moved to another area where I looked at a couple of sexy little black numbers and headed into the dressing room area. Surprising my daughter, I knocked on the door.

"Just a second, Mom," Crystal replied.

I waited a few seconds before she came out looking radiant, although the dress was a size too big.

"You look gorgeous," I complimented.

"It is a bit too big," she said.

"I'll get you another size," I smiled, joking, "I forgot you are a bit slimmer than me."

"Oh, you are in amazing shape, Mom," Crystal replied.

"Thanks honey," I said, pulling her in for a big hug.

I held on a bit longer than a normal mother-daughter hug and allowed my hand to rest briefly on her ass. Breaking the hug, I said, "Go get undressed, I'll get you a smaller size."

Crystal returned to the dressing room as I grabbed another size.

When I returned, I walked right in her room as if it weren't a big deal.

"Mom!" Crystal said surprised, only in bra and panties, sadly unflattering grandma panties.

"Honey, we are two adults," I countered, as I handed her the dress, "besides I've seen you in swimsuits that covered less."

She sighed but took the dress and put it on, as I started getting undressed myself.

Again she seemed surprised as she asked, "Mom! What are you doing?"

"Trying on a dress," I answered, as if the question was obvious.

By then, my skirt was down and Crystal gasped, "Where are your panties?"

I answered, "In my drawer."

"Why are you not wearing any?" She asked, staring at my shaved pussy.

"I like the thrill of dressing sexy underneath," I replied, adding the sexual naughtiness to our conversation, "Plus, I don't want anyone having to eat a hair pie," I replied, each answer revealing a bit more of the new me.

"Oh my God," she gasped, still staring at my shaved cunt.

"That's what she said," I quipped back.

"And you are wearing stockings?" she continued, clearly stunned by the new me.

I shrugged, "Actually, they are thigh highs and they make me feel sexy and give easier access, if you know what I mean."

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," Crystal gasped again, stunned by my frank sexual innuendo.

"What?" I asked. "You do know your mother has sex, don't you? Quite a lot actually."

"Please stop," she replied, as she covered her ears.

I laughed, as I took off my blouse and put on my dress, Crystal did the same.

"How do I look?" I asked her; she was clearly rattled by the TMI I had just revealed.

"Good," she answered.

"Ouch," I replied.

"What?" She asked, surprised by my reaction.

"No woman wants up be told they look good. It is such a generic term," I said, before adding, "for example, you look radiant in that dress."

"I do?" She asked, surprised by my word choice.

"And alluring and sensual," I added to the flattery.

Her face went red, obviously surprised by my excess flattery and word choices.

"That said, it is missing one thing," I said, before adding, "wait here."

Crystal began to ask what it needed but I left before she could finish asking.

I grabbed a pair of mocha thigh highs which would definitely enhance her legs with the red dress and returned to the changing room.

Once back in the room, I opened the package and instructed Crystal, "Sit down, dear."

"What? Why?" She asked, still a bit rattled by my strange behaviour.

"Just sit down," I ordered, my tone implying a lack of patience.

She obeyed as she sat on the bench in the room her facial expression perplexed. The package open, I quickly and expertly, rolled a stocking up and then knelt in front of her. The sheer shock in her eyes was hilarious as I ordered, "Lift your foot up, honey."

She did even as her facial expression showed utter confusion.

I rolled the stocking up her leg, going slowly, trying to tease her in the process.

"Lift up, dear," I instructed as the lace top got close to her thigh.

Although it was obvious she was taken aback by my more authoritative behaviour, she obeyed, lifting up her leg so I could finish putting the stocking on. Once on, I replicated the slow, slightly sensual putting on of the second stocking where she, without instruction, lifted up her leg to allow me to finish putting on the second stocking.

"Stand up," I ordered; beginning to think Crystal may indeed be submissive.

She obeyed.

"Wow," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her to the big mirrors just outside the changing room.

Looking at herself in the mirrors her demeanour changed as she stared at herself as if not believing it was her.

"You look radiant, Crystal, absolutely gorgeous," I sugar-coated the flattery, although I was telling the truth, she did look radiant."

She remained speechless. I whispered into her ear, "Every senior boy is going to want to fuck you, while every senior girl will wish she was you."

"Mom!" Crystal gasped, my hot breath directly on her ear, clearly distracting her.

"Or eat you, if that is your thing." I added, smiling deviously.

"Mom!" She repeated.

"What, isn't being bi the new 'in' thing?" I asked.

"Mom!" She said yet again.

"Sorry, Crystal, it is just I have regained my sexual appetite recently, and it has really played havoc with my naughty innuendo talk," I explained.

"TMI," she said covering her ears.

I took her hands in mine and said looking directly at her. "Crystal, I don't have many girl friends and I was hoping you and I could have some frank discussions about life, love and sex."

"This is just too weird," she answered.

"I know, but pretend I am not your mom, but just another girl chatting," I said, before adding with puppy dog eyes, "Will you please do that for me?"

"O-o-okay," she stammered, unsure.

"Stay here, I am going to get you the right panties for this outfit," I said, before adding, "unless you want to go commando."

She laughed finally, the ice wall of awkwardness breaking down, as she said, "I think I will probably wear some panties to a high school function, as should you."

"That is what makes it even more fun," I smiled. "No one knows that underneath the reserved mommy exterior is a sexy, horny MILF ready to get fucked."

"Oh my God, what has gotten into you," Crystal gasped.

"Not what I need," I quipped, leaving her before the conversation could continue, letting my naughtiness marinate in her head.

My phone vibrated and I checked the new message.

Mommy-slut,

I did the recon on her computer. The results are not completely conclusive, but she reads a lot of online porn. A lot of it is lesbian, although a lot isn't. Much of it seems to have submissive female characters. Although I can't tell if she is sub or domme.

Master Michael

I texted back.

Master

She is sub without a doubt. Any incest stories in her collection of porn?

Mommy-slut

I grabbed a red thong that couldn't be considered underwear when I got another text.

Mommy-slut

There were a few, not many, and no brother and sister stories sadly, but there were two or three mother-daughter stories.

Master Michael

This new information in hand, I returned to the changing room and walked in again unannounced. Crystal was still admiring herself in the mirror.

"Take off your panties, my dear."

"Pardon?" she asked again surprised by my words.

"Take off your panties; I have something sexier for you."

"This just keeps getting weirder," she said, but again obeyed me.

Once they were off, I knelt down and said, "Lift up your foot, honey."

She obeyed and I slid the thong up her leg.

Looking at what I had brought, she said, "You call that underwear?"

"Sexy underwear," I shrugged as she lifted her other foot even as she feigned mortification at my choice.

"More like dental floss," she quipped back.

"Sexy dental floss," I retorted as I pulled the thin fabric up her legs.

"I can do it," Crystal said, reaching down.

I let her finish pulling up the thong and asked, "So are you happy with the outfit?"

"It seems a bit much," Crystal said, although she couldn't stop looking at herself in the mirror.

"Every gal needs such an outfit," I countered, before adding, "Plus, like I said before, Mommy's buying."

"Mommy's buying," she repeated, making fun of me for using the word 'Mommy'. "Who can resist that offer?"

"No one will be able to resist you in that outfit," I replied, continuing to coat on the flattery.

"Oh Mommy," she smiled, continuing her playful, unlike her, behaviour. I felt confident I had broken her usual hard shell and opened the door to the seduction I was expected to complete.

"Oh Mommy indeed," I replied, playfully right back, my tone dripping with foreshadowing of those words being used in a different context very soon.

"I should probably take all these off until you pay for them, don't you think?" she asked.

"I suppose that is a good idea," I agreed.

Crystal laughed, "This new mom is a refreshing surprise."

"You have no idea," I replied.

As we got undressed, Crystal began to take the thigh highs off, but I said, "Keep them on and the thong. I got the packaging still for the stockings and the price tag off the thong for them to scan."

"Okay," she shrugged, obeying every order I gave her now with little hesitation or reservation.

We finished undressing and getting dressed in the clothes we came in with, before heading out of the dressing room and towards the check out.

I asked Crystal, "Would you like to have a girls' night tonight?"

"What would that entail?" She asked, not just saying no like she would have in the past.

"Supper and dancing," I shrugged.

"Sounds like fun," Crystal casually agreed.

"It's a date," I said.

"Mom that is so 1980s," she said, old Crystal back.

"I am from the 80s," I protested.

"Dressed as you are you don't look it," Crystal said.

"I'll take that as a compliment," I said as we reached the cashier.

"You should. I meant it as one," Crystal replied, her hand squeezing my ass.

A chill went up my spine at how well the afternoon had gone so far. I paid for our outfits; we hit two more shops to pick up an outfit for our girls' night before we headed home.

At home, Crystal said, "I think I am going to take a nap if we are going out on the town."

"Crystal that is so 1990s," I joked.

"Oh Mom," she said, giving me a surprise hug. "Thanks for this afternoon, it was surprisingly fun."

"Then wait until tonight," I promised. "I have another big surprise in store."

"I can't wait," she said, while yawning.

Once she was gone, Michael, who was playing video games in the living room, came into the kitchen and said, "How is your task coming along?"

"Better than anticipated," I replied, which was true. While I wasn't convinced I could seal the deal of seducing his sister and delivering her to him, especially in this ridiculously tight time frame, I was happy with the many seeds I had planted.

"Let's see if your afternoon really exhausted her or if she is going to her room to masturbate," he said, opening the lap top he had in his arms.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"More recon," he said, as I realized I was looking at Crystal's bedroom just as she walked in.

"You put a camera in her room?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious since I was watching her room live.

"Actually, I did it a few days ago," he said as he sat down. "Want to watch?"

"I don't know," I said, part of me feeling guilty of violating her privacy, another part turned on by the idea of watching and seeing if I had any impact on her.

"In that case, crawl under the table and blow me," he instructed, his eyes never leaving the computer screen.

I sighed, wishing I would have answered differently curious to see my impact, as I obeyed, crawling under the kitchen table, between my son's legs and fished out his cock.

"She is going to her closet," Michael announced, apparently he was going to do a play by play account of everything she did.

I took his cock out, still almost completely flaccid, and awkwardly, in the confined space took it into my mouth.

"Oooh! She has toys in her closet," Michael announced.

I had cleaned her room rather thoroughly while she was away for college so this came as a surprise. I wished I could be watching, but instead slowly sucked Michael's cock as it began to grow in my warm mouth.

"She is on her bed, still dressed in thigh highs, good job Mommy, by the way getting her in nylons, and she is beginning to use a vibrator on herself," Michael announced, as I imagined the scene in my head. Had I turned her on that much? What was she fantasizing about as she pleasured herself? Was her seduction actually possible? These and many other thoughts played in my mind as Michael's cock became rock hard between my lips and I started to bob faster.

I wanted more intel from Michael but he was silent for a long time as I pleasured him from under the kitchen table. Determined to get him off so I could watch my daughter pleasure herself, I bobbed furiously back and forth on his stiff rod.

Unfortunately, before I could get Michael off, Crystal got herself off. Michael said, "She really is a gusher when she comes, Mommy-slut. You will get a good mouthful."

I envisioned being between Crystal's legs, something that seemed so out there when Michael first came up with the idea, but now the possibility had my pussy wet with anticipation.

"Oh my, she is cleaning the toy with her mouth," Michael said, his tone giddy like a teenage pervert and not the Dom he had become.

My head spun with the possibility of making Crystal submit even as I bobbed hungrily on Michael's cock.

"Oh oh," Michael said.

"What?" I asked from under the kitchen table.

"Crystal is coming downstairs," Michael revealed, as I heard him frantically clicking on his computer. "Keep sucking Mommy-slut," he ordered.

I obeyed, realizing I didn't have time to get out from my very compromising position, but was thankful that the long table cloth would hide me pretty well unless she bent down to look for some reason or she heard me.

A few seconds later, Crystal opened the fridge and asked Michael, "Where's Mom?"

"I don't know," he replied, before stirring the pot, speaking in his usual soft, caring, nerdy way, "you look flush, Crystal, are you feeling okay?"

Crystal stammered, "I-I-I'm a bit tired. Just needed a drink and then I am going to take a nap."

"I thought you went to take a nap fifteen minutes ago," Michael goaded her.

The longer Michael continued this conversation with Crystal the more likely I was to be caught. Oddly, the thought of getting caught even though mortifying mentally had my pussy dripping wet.

"I was, but like I said I needed a drink," Crystal said, her tone annoyed like she often was with her little brother.

"Sure, sure," Michael said, implying he didn't believe her.

I heard the fridge close and Crystal say, "Like I care what you think."

Michael didn't respond as Crystal left the kitchen and I, realizing my submissive slut mother secret was still safe, began bobbing faster.

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