The author wishes it to be known he does not under any circumstances condone incestuous relationships in real life, but recognizes it is a common fantasy and one shared by many. This series of stories are loosely based on real events, role/age play enacted with his 'nasty mom' lover.
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'Mommy needs you NOW!'
They were the words I dreaded and loved in an equal mixture of anticipated torture and excitement. I had coming, running from my bedroom, where I had been lying on the bed naked. I'm Alex, to the outside world a normal a 31year old man, but who behind closed doors has become the sexual slave of his mother.
'Mommy wants you to help her,' she said seductively as she leant against the kitchen worktop and slowly raised her skirt. 'You know what I want you to do - don't you?
I did know. It wasn't right for me to be doing this with her. She knew and so did I. But we couldn't stop. Not now. We were caught, inexorably trapped in our game of lust and my eyes went exactly where she knew they would. I watched, entranced as she raised her skirt a little more so I could clearly see her stocking clad thighs. Then she raised the skirt still further and ran her fingers lightly across her lacy panties before reaching for her favourite whip.
'Mommy is waiting,' she said more firmly now. 'Mommy doesn't like being kept waiting. You know that.'
'No Mom,' I said rather sheepishly. 'Mom...this has got to stop.'
'Mommy will have to punish you again if you don't do what I ask.'
'Please Mom, please. I'm a grown man, it isn't right that you make me do these things.'
'Oh...is that so?' she said with a smirk. She slapped my face. 'You think your Mommy doesn't know best? Get down on your knees now!'
I involuntarily fell to my knees in front of her. She knew I would. I was her slave, her pussy slave. And as her slave, she knew she could use and sexually abuse me just as she liked. She of course was fully dressed complete with high heeled black patent shoes, all of which combined to emphasise the vulnerability of my nakedness.
'That's better!' she snapped as she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me towards her, forcibly pushing my nose firmly into the cleft of her panty covered vagina, clad in black lace. 'But you've made Mommy angry.'
I greedily inhaled the scent of her pussy, a scent I knew oh so well and loved. 'Please don't hurt me Mommy, please...'
'But you hurt me by saying you don't love your Mommy anymore, so it's only right I hurt you now.'
'I didn't say that Mom, really I didn't.'
Still holding my hair, she yanked my head back and slapped my face. 'Don't lie to me boy! I heard you!'
'I didn't mean...'
She slapped my face again and spat on me. 'Shut up! You're a mommy loving sissy pervert. Always have been, always will be.'
'Yes Mom,' I said with tears in my eyes, because it was true. 'I loved my Mom's perverted games and i hoped they would never end. I needed them, just as she needed them to fulfil deep and dark desires within us both. She roughly pushed my face into her nylon clad pussy again.
'What can you smell son? Can you smell my pussy, Mommy's special perfume?'
'Yes Mom.'
'Mommy is going to let you look at her pussy,' she said, pushing my head away. Slowly she slid her panties down her thighs. Now I could see the object of my lust, Mom's prominent old pussy surrounded by sparse and grey pubic hair, perfectly framed by the suspenders of her garter belt, her pussy lips wet in anticipation of what was to come.
I went to lick her, but she grabbed my hair and roughly pulled me away and pushed my head downwards. 'I want you to lick the gusset of my panties clean son.'
The material was damp from her juices. There were also brown stains.
'I know you like to sniff mommy's dirty panties when you think I'm not looking, but mummy knows you do, I've watched you. And I've seen you licking the nasty brown stains of mommy's shit. I want to see you to lick my panties clean.'
I dutifully obliged, slavishly licking the dirty marks. I felt so humiliated and ashamed, not at the act, but that I was truly getting pleasure and that she could see I was getting immense please from this disgusting act. The smell of her panties was intoxicating, heavenly even.
'What are you waiting for?' she snapped bringing the whip down on my back. 'Get licking son, make Mom cum!'
Gingerly I began to lick lightly between her lips. She pulled me away and slapped my face again. 'Do it properly!' she commanded.
I pressed my face against her pussy, licking more vigorously. She hit my back again with the whip.
'Lick my clit you stupid boy!'
I feverishly gave my full attention to her protruding clitoris, pressing it hard as i rubbed my tongue rhythmically up and down. It wasn't long before she began to moan with pleasure and then shuddered with her orgasm.
'Oh God,' she exclaimed, gasping for breath. 'Mommy's little helper did a proper job for once!' she said pushing me away.
As I had licked, I had played with my erection. Mom immediately spotted my vulnerability. The wooden ruler that had been lying in readiness came down hard on my erection. She put the whip down and picked it up. 'Pervert, pervert, PERVERT!' she screamed at me . She grabbed and then pulled my foreskin towards her so i couldn't move away as she hit my girlie sized erection with the ruler.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! I winced, but as she knew this punishment would, it only make my tiny erection, the one she so loved to humiliate, even harder.
Then she smiled her nasty smile and her voice softened. 'You're nothing but a mommy loving pussy pervert aren't you? Well you're going to have to pay for that silly little cock of yours getting all stiff by licking Mommy's asshole clean.'
She turned and leant on the kitchen worktop. Her ass was a magnificent sight. Proud. Round. Milky white. And between that deep cleft, her brown stained anus. 'Don't keep me waiting boy or I'll thrash you to an inch of your life!'
I parted her cheeks and as I brought my nose to her anus I smelt the special smell that I had come to love, a dank and musty smell. I inhaled it deeply, then brought my tongue to her crinkly brown hole and began to lick.
'If I wanted you to just lick my asshole, I'd have said!' she snapped. 'Put that tongue of yours in there right NOW!'
I didn't wait to be told twice. Mom was never dirty there, but sometimes I'd get a hint of shit and I am ashamed to say that I loved the taste of it and my tongue probed her anus as deeply as it could.
Then without warning, she farted in my face. Instinctively I moved back.
'Oh! So you think you're too good to TASTE you Mom's farts are you?' she snapped. She turned and brought the whip down hard onto my naked back.
'No, no mom...it just caught me by surprise, that's all.'
'You like being humiliated don't you, son?' she said quiet smile in her voice.
I mumbled a reply of agreement.
'And do you agree that the most humiliating thing a grown man like you can do is worship his mother's anus?'
With my nose rubbing against her wrinkled anus, I nodded my agreement.
'Well little man, your tongue is going to explore mine in depth!' she barked loudly and laughed out loud. She clasped her milky white buttocks and pulled them apart to reveal her crinkly brown anus to me more fully.
'Sniff it son!' Mom said, pushing my face in between the mounds of exposed flesh, 'Sniff my anus. Smells good doesn't it!'
I inhaled deeply. As I had discovered, every woman's pussy had its own special scent, but their assholes, especially amongst older women, nearly always smelt the same. Very musky with a hint of excrement and it aroused me. This is the place where my mother's shit came from. She was right. It was the most humiliating thing for a man to be told to do and I loved it.
'Sniff it like a little doggie,' mom said. 'Now lick me properly!' she snapped.
I slavishly obliged and felt the crinkles of that magnificent anal opening on my tongue as I made long and lingering licks across this most sacred part of her body.
My hands were clasped around mom's midriff. She pulled them more tightly around towards her front and I felt a pair of metal cuffs being placed on me. I was now imprisoned between the cleft of my domineering mother's buttocks.
'Lick me! Lick!' she shouted. 'Deeper young man, dig deep! I want your tongue deep right in my asshole! Clean me out!'
Unable to escape even had I wanted to, I buried my tongue into her asshole, relishing her special tastes there. With my hands now around her waist, I suddenly felt her tummy muscles straining. It wasn't too long before I found out why.
With my tongue inside her, she farted, long and slow. I instinctively pulled away and gulped some fresh air, but from behind but the cuffs forced me back to subservient position.
'Keep licking me you pathetic little wretch of a boy!' Mom commanded.
Her fart wasn't dry.
'Clean me!'
A tiny amount of excrement had dribbled out of her anus. I had drunk mom's piss, I had licked the cum of other men from her pussy. Now I was as close as I'd ever been to licking the shit out her asshole.
My tongue tentatively cleaned her anus. The gammy tasting mucus assailed my taste buds.
'You dirty mommy loving pervert!' mom said as she laughed aloud. Gyrating her bottom in my face she farted again. 'Lick it! Lick my smelly old asshole!'
I didn't need to be told twice. I shamefully and but willingly cleaned the mess that was coming out of my mother's bottom. She let out another wet fart as my tongue was in her anus, the shitty goo going straight into my mouth. There were more farts, one after the other. I inhaled the gaseous aroma and consumed the filth that was coming from within her.
I felt the cuffs being undone and my hands slipped away from her waist. She towered over me, looking down with a contemptuous sneer at me, her pervert son. I could se she was looking at my erection.
'Is there is no part of your own mom's body that doesn't arouse you?' she asked with a sneer.
''No mom,' I replied tearfully.
'You are pathetic! Do you hear me? PATHETIC!'
'Yes mom,' I said tears running down my face.
'Come with me!' she snapped as she pulled up her lacy panties.
I followed her out of the kitchen and into the downstairs bathroom and slipped of her skirt.
'Remove mommy's panties now!'
I went down onto my knees again and gingerly began to lover her panties over her stocking clad thighs. When I had lowered them to her ankles, she stepped out of them and going to the toilet, sat backwards on it so that her ass, not her pussy, faced me. She leant forward a little to emphasis her ass cheeks.
'Get your face into my ass.'
I moved to where she was.
'Lick my dirty asshole now!' I began licking and i felt her straining. He anus opened a little. 'You like the smell and taste of mom's shit don't you son?'
'Yes mom,' I replied meekly.
'How much do you like it?'
'I love it a lot mommy.'
A trickle of piss came from her glistening vagina and as it splashed into the water of the toilet she farted again. Even though she had not long had an orgasm, I could see she was intensely aroused by what she was making me do.
'Mommy has got a little present for you.'
Suddenly, my tongue discovered something hard coming from deep within her asshole. She grunted and pushed it downwards. A long and hard turd pushed my tongue away and out of her anus as it slowly slipped out and plopped into the water. As it came out of her, l let it slide across my tongue and i savoured its bitter taste.
Mom strained and grunted some more and fingered herself as she did so. Then a smaller, less solid turd popped out and splashed below. Still straining, her asshole wide open, she farted and then a dribble of soft shit emerged from her anus, which now returned to its normal size. The dribble clung to it.
She pushed me away and eased herself off of the toilet. She turned slightly and with outstretched arms, leant against the tiled wall of the bathroom and arched her proud behind in my direction.
'Mommy now needs her toilet paper. Get licking son, clean my asshole up you dirty little pervert.' She laughed at my snuffling noises as I parted her buttocks and greedily licked the filth around her asshole. 'And inside son, do a proper job. I want it properly cleaned!'
Ashamedly aroused, my girlie sized cock hard as a rock, for the next few minutes I probed deep into her anal opening with lips and tongue smeared with her excrement. She began fingering herself as I completed this disgusting task. She was breathing deeply and I felt her tense up and heard her make little moaning noises just before she orgasmed.
I too was jerking my cock, I couldn't hold back any longer. She turned and laughed contemptuously as she slapped my shit smeared face and spat on it. It was the final humiliation I needed so much. I cried out as my spunk shot out of my cock. By accident I had spurted onto her high heeled black patent shoes, the tips of which were now covered in globules of my sperm.
I was trying to catch my breath as she yanked my hair and pushed me downwards. 'Clean my shoes with your tongue son, NOW!'
With tears streaming down my face, tears of shame, yet happiness too, I went to her patent shoes that were glistening with my own cum and began to lick them clean.
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Worst story ever.
Dumb
You swine. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As we say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.
You're a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.
You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.
I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?
Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.
You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.
You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.
And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?
You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile, one-handed, slack-jawed, drooling, meatslapper.
On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.
You smarmy lagerlout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oik artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.
You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you, and I wish you would go away.
I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Hydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid, so stupid it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know.
I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.
The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of your of whay you wrote, because, well... it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really,stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective...
Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been "right".Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.more...
Stupid
Fucking lame
Only one word for this story. SHIT!
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