tagIncest/TabooMy Mother, the Perfect Slut

My Mother, the Perfect Slut

byXalmoxes©

All characters depicted are entirely fictional. I do not encourage or condone in any way, the practices described in this story.

Written as a dare, during a slow workday. Any criticism is welcomed, as I am not a native English speaker.


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Hearing footsteps outside the bedroom door, I quickly pulled my pants up, and closed the video on my phone. Without even knocking, my mother barged into the room, heading for the balcony.

"I just gotta' grab the laundry. I'll be out in a sec."

Just like that. Not even apologising for ruining my orgasm, my mother started grabbing laundry from the clothesline, and setting it on the bed, next to me, so she could fold it neatly in a stack. I had to endure two whole weeks without being able to pleasure myself, and now, that the cast had finally come off from my broken hand, I couldn't even masturbate in my own room.

"What are you still doing in bed? It's such a beautiful day out. Haven't you got anything to do, Adam?"

She was her usual nagging self. Ever since the summer break had started, she somehow managed to find fault with everything I did, or failed to do. I loved her and knew how hard she worked, but sometimes she could be such an annoying bitch.

I opened my mouth to tell her to leave me alone, but the words caught in my throat. As she moved around the room, placing dried clothes on the bed, it was delightfully obvious that my mother wasn't wearing a bra. Each time she bent over, to fold a piece of clothing, the fabric of her t-shirt became taut as her breasts pushed against it. She usually wore loose, baggy clothes, probably in an attempt to hide those things, but this time it was not enough. The outline of her nipples was visible through the white t-shirt.

I don't know if it was because of the interrupted fapping session, or because I was truly a perverted piece of shit, but I could do nothing else, except stare at my mother's boobs, gently caressing the tent I was pitching in my shorts. Thankfully she was preoccupied enough with her task, and she did not notice.

I should have been appalled at the thoughts going through my mind, but they only made me more aroused. Pulling her sweatpants down and bending her over my desk was only one of those thoughts. I occasionally had dirty fantasies involving my mother, but they were usually easy to banish. Not this time though.

"That's it," she announced, grabbing the folded laundry. "You can go back to... whatever you were doing. I'm gonna take a shower before your sister gets home from practice."

Oh, I would have gladly done just that if she hadn't mentioned she was going to shower. Spurned on by my horniness, I grabbed my phone and waited for her to enter our small bathroom.

It wasn't hard to crack open the door, just enough to see through. The sound of the running water drowned out any noise I might have made. Hitting "Record" on my phone, I slid it halfway through, hoping to catch a few good shots of my mother showering.

To my delight, she was still undressing. With her back towards the door, she slid her underwear down to her ankles, and stepped out of it. I was mere inches from her magnificent rump. I knew she had big tits, but I never expected her butt to be so round and shapely. Supported by two perfectly plump thighs, it looked like something from the cover of some adult film, with firm, big asscheeks that complemented her generous hips. Her inner lips were protruding outwards from her pussy. Dark pink, and delicious looking, I made sure to immortalize them on my recording.

Her white t-shirt fell to the floor, on top of the other clothes, confirming all my suspicion about the size of her breasts. It was a bit hard to film them in the mirror, especially from this low angle, where I was kneeling, but they were massive. Although big, each one was moulded to her form, in perfect proportion to the rest of her body.

At 5'7", she was just slightly shorter than me, but her body put women half her age to shame. The little fat she did have, was evenly distributed between her tits and ass, giving them that softer, rounded look.

I could only imagine what my father was going through. The poor bastard was always arguing with her about the lack of sex, thanks to the frequent headaches she claimed to have.

I made sure to film her face as well. An idea was beginning to take shape in my head, about the possibility of using this recording for more than just my wanking pleasure. Copious amounts of steam were swirling around her, which put an end to my fantasy of seeing her soapy tits jiggle as she cleaned herself off. With nothing more to gain from spying on her, I took this opportunity to close the door quietly and plan my next move.

With at least an hour until my sister was supposed to come home, we had the apartment to ourselves. Plenty of time to blackmail her into having some fun. My plan was to simply threaten her to send the footage to her friends and coworkers, if she didn't agree to my demands.

My heart was racing as I entered the kitchen, where she was making some cofee, dressed in a green bathrobe.

"Finally decided to get up?" she asked with her usual condescending tone, not even bothering to look at me. Water ran down her toned calves, but her wavy hair looked dry. I never understood how she did that. Dark brown, with golden streaks, she kept it loose, but neat.

"Yeah, I uh... had something I wanted to ask you." My voice sounded like it was about to break. I had no idea how to say this to her. My hands were shaking as I gripped my phone.

"Make it quick, honey. I gotta' get changed soon."

"Maybe it's better if I showed you," I said, fumbling with the phone. Her own phone vibrated as it received the message. I was just contemplating the fact that I might have made a huge mistake, as I watched her face go from curiosity, to confusion and to downright anger.

"What... What the fuck, Adam? You filmed me showering?" Lazy curls of hair hid one of her eyes from view and she did not bother brushing them away.

Remembering I was the one who had the upper hand here, I quickly regained my composure and crossed my arms.

"Yeah, that's right, mom. And every one of your coworkers from the hospital will get the same video. Unless... you do what I tell you."

She looked like she was still trying to comprehend what was happening.

"My coworkers... Why would they... Are you fucking blackmailing me? What's wrong with you, Adam?" The fact that she had lowered her voice gave me hope.

"It's all up to you, mom. Unless you want all the staff at the hospital to know what you look like under your uniform." Taking a step toward her, I continued taunting her. The two shots of vodka I had after lunch had made me bolder than usual. "Just imagine, the fucking janitor, leering at you everyday, knowing full well how your pussy looks up close."

That went too far. I never saw the slap she gave me, feeling only the sharp sting on my cheek. I was getting to her. Might as well go all in.

"Or even better," I continued, massaging my cheek, "I could send it to Ellie's classmates. Just imagine all those revolted parents, accusing you of sending their children, videos of you stripping. Could you live with that, mommy?"

A shameless smirk punctuated the point I was making. She wanted to say something but looked unsure.

"Adam, what is this? Why are you doing this?"

"Already told you mom. You need to give me something in return."

She sighed loudly, and looked at me with those big brown eyes. "What do you want, huh? Money?"

Coming closer to her, I put a hand on my mother's waist, pulling her towards me. Those plump lips looked very inviting, but I feared that if I dared to kiss her, I would get more than a slap. Her thin eyebrows arched up in confusion, and a hint of fear flashed over her face.

"No, not money." I leaned closer, almost touching her ear with my lips. "I want you, mom."

Flaring her nostrils, she looked at me with renewed confusion, backing away from me. I placed a hand over my crotch, grabbing the obvious bulge in my shorts.

"Adam, I... That's..." She looked towards the street, either for help, or to ensure my sister wasn't coming yet. "You're my son. That's sick. We can't..."

"Yes we can," I intervened, "If you want me to delete that video."

She looked like a cornered animal, looking around helplessly for a way out. After a few deep breaths, she took a seat on a table stool, holding her head in her hands.

"So that's it then?" she managed, raising her voice again. "You want to see your mother's tits?" She got up, her eyes fixed on me. "What else? Do you want to see my ass, as well?"

"It's a start," I answered calmly.

"A start? What does that mean?"

"Look, mom. It's not that hard. As far as I'm concerned, you owe me one." Grabbing her arms, I unclenched them, and looked down her cleavage. "I was this close to getting off when you barged in earlier," I told her, holding my hand up for a visual representation.

"Now, here's what you're gonna do." She looked at me intently, squinting her eyes. "You're gonna come into my room in fifteen minutes and you're gonna show me these puppies up close," I whispered, pointing at her ample chest. "After I'm done getting acquainted with them, you're going to use them to get me off. If you do a good job, I'm gonna delete that video. If you don't... well, you're going to try again and again, until you do it right."

Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her frown was obvious. Even with no make up, she could pass for a woman 10 years younger.

Making my way out of the kitchen, I lingered in the doorway, throwing her a menacing look.

"Is that fucking clear?"

She nodded slightly, her jaw still clenched.

Completely drunk on my success, I headed for my room, to prepare the rest of my plan. Sure, I could have made her strip right there in the kitchen, but a poorly filmed video of her naked, wasn't going to make her do whatever I wanted. And I wanted her to give me the complete service.

She was going to take the full fifteen minutes, if not more. That gave me plenty of time to find a good place to hide my phone. The shelves on top of my bed would provide a good field of vision, and my room had plenty of natural light, thanks to the balcony. Hiding the phone amongst some books, proved to be enough. This way, it could capture everything happening on top or around the huge bed.

Still giddy from the earlier exchange, I quickly removed both my shorts and underwear, sitting my naked ass on the desk chair, right next to the bed, waiting anxiously for my mother.

She entered twenty minutes later, closing the door behind her. She looked like she had cried. Walking stifly, she stopped in front of me. Her eyes widened in disbelief when she realised I was naked from the waist down, lazily stroking my dick.

"Well, what are you waiting for, Kate?" I made sure to use her name for the purposes of the recording.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she mumbled under her breath. Regardless of what my mother believed, her fingers found the cord of her bathrobe and untied it, letting the robe part down the middle. Parting it further, her boobs came into full view.

They looked so much better up close. Not supported by anything, they hung heavy, at the same level as my face. Barely sagging at all, it looked like they were defying gravity. Enlarged, pink areolas dotted each one, with swollen, juicy nipples at the end of them.

I pulled her closer, by the hands. She did not resist, and soon enough I gently pushed my face between those milky tits. There was no doubt they were natural. Putting my arms around her waist, I held her close, as I buried my face in her bosom. Oh, how I wished to sleep in there every night.

Ever so gently, I began licking the underside of her breast, working my way upwards. Soon, I started sucking on her stiff nipple, trying to fit as much of her flesh into my mouth as I could. My mom whimpered softly, but made no attempt to free herself. When I grabbed her other tit with my hand, pinching at her nipple, she wanted to pull back.

"Please honey, I'm sensitive there, please..."

Freeing my mouth, I grabbed both her tits, pushing my thumbs down over her nipples.

"Oh, I bet, mommy. Just look how stiff they are. You're fucking delicious."

"Ah, no, you don't understand," she continued, whimpering, pushing my hands away. "It hurts, honey. Ever since I had your sister, my breasts have been sore. That's why I rarely wear a bra. Just stop."

It was of no use. Her sensitive nipples were firmly gripped between my thumbs and index fingers. All she did by backing away, was to make me pull her back harder, using the hardened nubs as leverage.

It was good that we were alone, otherwise everyone would have heard her pained moans.

"Got milk, mommy?" I asked, mimicking a milking motion with my fingers, pulling and squeezing each nipple, making her yelp in pain. "Maybe that's your problem. You just need to have your giant udders milked. Don't you think?"

No milk came out. Only her distressed sobs increased in volume, begging me to release her. Lapping at her tits a few times more, I squeezed them again for good measure, before releasing her. Her nipples were red and glistening with my saliva.

Getting up, I kissed her neck, sucking on her pale skin, as I ran a hand down her flat abdomen.

"That's okay, mom. I wanted to get some desert anyway." With one quick motion, I slid my hand down her light blue panties, scraping two fingers against the thick growth of pubic hair she had between her legs.

She slapped me again, weaker than last time, making me pull back.

"No Adam. You said, only my breasts. No more. That's... too much."

Bringing the two fingers to my nose, I inhaled deeply, smiling at her. She swallowed and looked at me.

"Fine, if that's what you want, I'm gonna fuck your jugs. Get on the bed."

"You're going to...what?" She looked at me, confused. "I never had... I don't..."

Sick of hearing her complain, I grabbed my mom by the shoulders, and shoved her on the bed, using my leg to make her stumble, and fall on her back. Her tits bounced like crazy before settling at her sides, spilling towards her armpits.

She watched, terrified, as I straddled her torso, resting my throbbing erection between her funbags. Clear fluid was leaking out of the bulbous head, thanks to earlier events.

I told mom to keep her boobs up for me. Without further protest, she gathered them up, allowing me to slap my dick against them, sending drops of precum flying in every direction. A few thrusts and I would probably finish.

Spitting between my mother's giant boobs, I used my cock to smear it around, preparing her for her first ever titfuck. My plan was to take her by surprise and ejaculate all over her perpetually displeased face. Boy was she in for a treat. I had been diagnosed with hyperspermia a couple of years ago, and the doctor advised me to ejaculate a couple of times a day, to keep any overflow under control. I could only imagine how much I had in me after two weeks.

I got to work, sliding my cock between my mom's magnificent tits, slowly at first, trying to take in every sensation. I felt her heart pounding, right under my crotch. Her tits were burning up, and her face was as red as a crab, either from shame or anger.

It didn't look like in porn movies. I was hoping to reach her mouth at the top of every thrust, but my length was nothing special, while her tits were way too big. Squishing them together, I began rubbing my shaft with them. I was manhandling my mother's tits, using them to get myself off. She began whimpering again, begging to be let go. I didn't give a shit this time. I was close.

Squeezing harder, I felt her boobs spilling through my fingers. She was going to have some bruises tomorrow. There was no more time for me to pull out and hose her down. Exploding between her soft tits, I saw the first jet of spunk hit her chin. Realising what was happening, she quickly turned her head out of the way. My balls must have been heavier than I thought, because instead of regular spurts, all I had was a steady stream of leaking white goo. Barely feeling my own orgasm, I started jacking off on top of her.

Her right tit got the worst of it, as I released all I had over her chest. Streams of cum dripped on her breast, pooling between her tits and at the base of her neck. Switching over to the left boob, I pressed the head over her nipple, as I kept leaking hot semen all the way to her shoulder.

She was sobbing quietly as I coated her in jizz. After it stopped, I kept rubbing my still erect cock over her cum covered pillows, smearing the stuff everywhere. Finally, I took my cum covered fingers, and ran them through her hair.

Grabbing the phone from the shelf, I saw that it was still recording. Pointing it at her chest, I made sure to record my dick as I wiped it against any clean spots she had left on her torso.

"Fucking shit, Kate. You milked me good. I can't believe you like it so much. You're fucking coated."

"Just get off," she managed, her voice trembling and weak. "Get the fuck off."

Turning her head towards me, she first looked at the mess, and then at the phone.

"Smile, mom. You're on TV. Or you will be anyway."

Her eyes widened and she gasped loudly, but she dared not move.

"You sick piece of shit! No, please, no... You fucking depraved asshole," she exclaimed, with pure revulsion in her eyes, "Why, Adam...? I'm your mother." She took a few deep breaths, maybe hoping to wake up from this nightmare, and then she continued, with a drastically changed tone. "Please, honey. You've had your fun. Just don't do this. We're family, please."

No way I was going to stop now. The sheer depravity of blackmailing my mother for obscene sexual favours was exhilarating to me. Especially when she looked better than any girlfriend I ever had.

"Unless you want me to show your little sex tape to all your friends, you'd better shut your mouth and learn to like this, baby."

That shut her up. She looked like she was holding back tears, as I slid her panties down, removing them completely. I licked my lips at the sight of her exposed muff. A neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair sat above her gash. Her inner lips were protruding outwards, slick and glistening.

I still had to recover from my earlier performance, so I took the time to clean my mother off. Using her own underwear, I began wiping her abdomen, soaking up each puddle of semen. Next up were her tits, and I made sure to gather up every drop of cum from her delicate skin. She seemed to approve, moving her head so I could wipe away the string of cum hanging from her chin. I used this opportunity to grab her by the hair.

"Open up, mommy."

She realised what I wanted to do. I expected resistance. Instead, her jaw unlatched and she began flaring her nostrils as I stuffed the cum drenched panties in her mouth.

"Good girl. Now your legs. Spread'em wide."

Again, not a comment. Looking up at the ceiling, my mom bent her knees and spread those thick thighs as wide as she could, exposing the dark pink folds of her snatch to the cold air. She had a noticeable clit, peeking out from under its hood.

I leaned down for a taste. Squishing her outer labia together, those tasty inner lips bulged outwards, dripping with slick. Bringing my own lips between her legs, I gave my mom a french kiss right on her pussy, parting her gash with my tongue, and slurping loudly on each delicious lip. I paid no attention to her clit.

Kneeling on the bed, with my hands firmly placed on her thighs, I teased the small opening with the head of my cock. I was hard again, my dick still damp from achieving release earlier. Running it along her gash, I lingered for a few seconds against her vulnerable asshole, probing it with my tip. Startled, she covered it with her hand, whimpering softly.

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