How My Mom Wants Us: A Degraded Mom

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.