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Mum Lets Her Slut Loose Ch. 01

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All characters involved in sexual acts in this story are over 18. Mom-son incest, pee, oral.

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My father died when I was twelve. My mother had a few boyfriends over the years, but she was really keen on the last one, Gerry. He called it off. A week later, still hurting, my mum got quite drunk and put ‘that’ dress on. Slinky ocean blue, tight, deep cleavage right to the top of her tummy so there was lots of titty-flesh on show, and it hugged her thighs and ass so well it was as if she’d painted it on.

She sashayed into my room, swaying a little, and demanded to know why it wasn’t enough to win the man of her dreams.

“Jeez, mum. You sure you should be asking me?”

“Why not? At least I can rely on you to give me an honest answer.”

“OK. You’re as hot as chillies, mum. Alright?”

“Oh, so now you’re just saying it. To humour me. Thought you’d be brave enough to tell me the truth.”

“Are you kidding? Wow, mum. Look at yourself. Your…um boobs are spectacular! And your legs, and your thighs, hips, everything.”

“I used to call this my ‘man-trap’. I wore it the night Gerry dumped me.”

“Then he’s an idiot.”

“Maybe, but I still don’t have him. Tommy, it isn’t my body, is it? I mean, you’re right. I am pretty damn hot.”

“It just wasn’t meant to be, mum. Sorry, I know it hurts, but…”

“Yeah. Yeah I know. And I had that talk with you in this very room a little while ago, after Suzie…”

It still hurt a little. Suzie left me for some guy she met at work. Breaking up is one thing, being passed over for someone else is another.

“Yeah. I saw her today, too.”

She saw the hurt in my eyes and, as always, she pushed her own issues aside to fix mine.

“Oh, baby. C’mere. You OK?”

I sat at my desk, playing on my computer, but suddenly I was clamped to her ample breasts, in ‘that’ dress, no less, and I couldn’t help but breathe in her fragrance. If she hadn’t been drunk, she might not have been pushing my nose quite so hard against the side of her tit. I tried to tell her I was OK, but it was muffled by her flesh. When I came out for air, she was looking down her chest at me with concern. “Really, mum, I’m OK.”

“Good. She would never be good enough for my boy anyway. Nobody will.”

I laughed: “So, who am I allowed to end up with?”

“Me. Only me.” She was playing, of course, so I played along: “Oh really? And how do you and I deal with our… what was your phrase the other day? Right… How do we deal with our ‘erotic needs’?”

She laughed. “Well, you could do worse than me, right?”

“Yeah mum. A lot worse.”

“C’mere, on the bed, sit with me.” I did. “You always know how to make me feel better. Thanks baby. And I know I’m drunk and I wouldn’t say this if I wasn’t, but you, my fine son, would be a great catch for a milf like me.”

“Milf, is it?”

“Yes. Or is it cougar? I forget.”

“Mum?”

“Yeah?”

“Er, you’re almost falling out of that dress.” The breast furthest from me was millimeters from popping out a nipple. I knew, because the shape of it was just past the fabric. She looked at it and just said: “Oh.” But she just went on with her ramble without fixing it. “I know some women my age take young lovers, but why do you suppose sarıyer escort young men want milfs? Or cougars, or whatever?”

“I dunno, to take advantage of their experience maybe.”

“Yeah, maybe. So, you know any young bucks that might be interested? No, scratch that. I can’t be arsed with messing about ‘getting to know’ someone.”

“Mum, you’re a bit… um…”

“Plastered. I know.” She laughed and that nipple was now being cut in half by her dress. Dark pink, full, as round as a carrot slice. “Am I bothering you, son?”

She wasn’t, especially since I was about to get a nipple-shaped surprise.

“No, mum.”

“Thanks honey.” She pulled me to her, clasped me to her chest again, and there it was. That nipple, out in the open, literally under my nose. I decided to tease her in case she was embarrassed: “By the way, mum, if I knew a milf with tits like these, I wouldn’t be able to resist.”

“Hahaha. Oh. I see what you mean. It just popped out. Do you like them, Tommy? My tits?”

Her hands slid down her breasts from above, cupping them inside the dress, then simply pushing them up and out.

“Oh mum. Jesus. What are you doing?”

“Well I just thought, you said you’d like a milf, I want a young lover without the hassle, so…”

“But I’m your son.”

She sighed: “Yes, I know. Tommy, do you want to?”

I gazed at those fine, round heavy tits. I hoped I knew what she meant, but I needed to be sure. “What?”

She almost whispered: “Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Mum, I… hell. You’re drunk, mum.”

“I had to get tipsy to ask you. But I’m not wearing this dress by accident. I put it on before I had anything to drink.”

I must have blushed brightly. “Oh, son! It’s OK. Why don’t I show you what you’ll get?”

Mum stood, dropped the straps to the side and stepped out of the dress. She was completely naked in front of me. I drank her in. Her tits barely sagged even without the support of the dress. They were large, pendulous, but firm. Her tummy had a very slight bulge, like in those classic portraits of nudes. It curved downwards into a v that dragged my eyes to her sex. There she stood with her thighs slightly apart. I saw smooth lips beside a pink slit, and above them a little strip of dark pubic hair.

I looked into her eyes, her smiling face, and then back to her slit which she now opened for me with her fingers.

“Baby, I’m showing you what I have. Won’t you let me see what you have?”

Lust sprang into my loins and overcame my senses, Quickly my shirt and pants joined her dress on the floor. But she wanted to unwrap the last present herself.

“Let me, baby.”

Mum knelt, eased my boxers over the pole behind them, and down to my thighs.

“Oh my. You’ve grown, son!”

I wasn’t expecting her mouth on my cock so when I felt and saw it there, I buckled and groaned. She pushed my underwear down and out of the way as she sucked slowly, then used one hand on my shaft as a compliment to her mouth as she squeezed my balls with the other.

I didn’t care that she was my own mother. I was going to fuck her, now, right away. No, I needed to. Had to.

I lifted her head gently, trying to urge her up. She smiled up at me, licked the sefaköy escort bottom of my cock and said: “Relax, baby. Enjoy this. We have plenty of time…”

“Oh fuck, mum. I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

She engulfed my shaft again, it was agonisingly pleasurable. I stroked her soft hair, urged her mouth onto my cock, almost made her gag in my need. Simultaneous thoughts washed over me: At the same time I longed for the release of ejaculation and for the wet pleasure around my cock to last forever. As the seconds passed, I felt the burn and ache boil up, my balls tightened, my rod grew impossibly stiff and I came, spurts of pure lust, in my own mother’s warm, wet mouth. I groaned as I came in fast, furious spurts and suddenly it was over.

Mum held her mouth tightly on my shaft as she slurped up and off it, closing her lips as it left them, and swallowed.

“Oh baby you were ready for that.”

“I wanna fuck you so bad, mum.”

“Me too, baby. But, um, I gotta pee.”

“Let me watch?”

“What? Oh, you like that sort of thing? Me too. C’mon.”

We stood naked in the bath. Mum was already wriggling in her need to empty her bladder, and opened her thighs, bent her knees to push her pussy at me, and erupted in a hissing pale yellow stream that hit my thighs and splattered all over the place. She giggled, adjusted, and pressed hard. It felt like a hose against my cock and balls, running down my thighs, hot and a little itchy.

“Jesus baby this turns me on.”

“Me too mum.” She pissed some more, and more, until we both stood in a pool of it, yellow against the white porcelain of the bath, until eventually it was done.

“Put it in me baby. I need to be fucked.”

I was three-quarters hard, the angle was awkward, and in my inexperience I kept pushing my cock along her pussy instead of into it.

“Here, honey. Like this…”

Mum turned and bent, giving me easy access to her pussy, which I looked at briefly before I found the soft wetness and pushed.

We both moaned. Mum was so wet that my first thrust went all the way, until my pubic bone pressed open her ass. I stayed like that for a few seconds, lost in the electric burn of my first pussy. My mother’s pussy. Open, clasping, hot and wet.

She pushed back urgently, fucking me, and I learned the rhythm. I watched my thighs slap her butt, causing waves of flesh to surge towards her hips. I watched my cock, glistening wet, pulling her cunt lips out with it, then buried back inside. I heard the thwap-thwap-thwap of our urgent fucking. Her moans, my beating chest.

“Oooh baby. Fuck yessss. Oh. Mm-make me cc-cum, baby. Baby. Bay-beee!”

Mum pushed her hips back and ground against me. Instinctively I knew to press and hold, as she ground and twitched out an orgasm.

But she wasn’t done, far from it. Slowly, with less urgency now, mum reached back to hold my neck as she writhed against me. “Oh baby. Fuck your momma. Fuck me.”

I didn’t need to be told. Our rhythm was steady now, erotic coupling, cock and cunt teaming together. The sensations that rippled through me centred on my cock, sheer bliss wrapped in warm delight. We kept at it like that for maybe five minutes until my mother stood and let my cock slip silivri escort out of her. She turned, led me out of the bath and lay on the towels on the floor. Her knees were bent, legs wide open, and she smiled as I looked with fascination at the place I’d come from. But now, I was going back to it. My cock seemed to know its way – no sooner had I knelt and lowered myself than it found her opening and pressed past the wet outer lips. Now I was on top of her, prick inside, my chest crushing her tits as she held me around my waist.

I prodded, poked, and again our hips found a rhythm. Mum has this trick, where we press together until I’m 90% in, then she bucks upwards until I hilt. When she does that, my cock hits her cervix and looks inside to the womb that made me.

I felt my burn well up and wasn’t sure about ejaculating inside her, but she sensed how close I was and whispered: “Don’t you dare pull out…”

Again and again I pressed, withdrew, pressed, until my climax was upon me and I pushed in hard. Mum held me there, rippling in another little orgasm, as I let go. This time it was long, intense jets that felt like having a string of pearls pulled through my dick. Six times, seven, eight, I filled my mother’s womb with my cum just as my father had done to create me.

The intense sensation subsided, but I didn’t go soft. We pressed gently at each other, and mum’s slutty side showed itself for the first time: “Oh my. Oh my fucking god. I just fucked my son. Oh my. It feels so good, baby, having your cum inside me. Your cock, inside me. Did you like it, baby? Did you like fucking your mother? I loved it. I fucking loved it. Your cock is still hard! Oh my god. I don’t want this to end. Yes, baby. Fuck me some more. Fuck mummy some more.”

I took her lead: “You like my cock mum? Huh? It loves your cunt. Feel how hard you made me. Still. Even though I just came inside you. Even though you still have my cum in your mouth, too.”

“Oh god I’m a slut! I sucked my son, swallowed his cum, took his cock up my… my cunt. I’m all squishy now, baby.”

“Still tight though, mum.”

“Yeah, but squishy. My pussy juice and your cum.”

I had a surprise for her. At first I wasn’t going to go through with it, but her gutter-mouth changed my mind. I tried to relax – as much as you can when your cock is hard inside your mother’s pussy – and soon I relaxed enough.

“Oh baby! Are you…? Are you pissing inside me? Oh that’s nice!”

As my urine flowed, the intensity of what I was doing made me clench involuntarily and shut it off, then start again, so that I was jetting my piss inside my mother in bursts.

“You nasty little bastard! No, don’t stop. It’s really nice! Like you’re cumming all over again.”

“You’re the nasty one, mum.”

“Oh? How so?”

“You sucked my cock until I came in your mouth. You pissed all over me. then I fucked you and came inside you. And now your pussy is full of both my piss and my cum.”

I finished as I spoke. She replied: “Yeah. I just had an idea. No, keep fucking me.”

I sensed something. “What’s your big idea?”

“Some other time. Um, baby? Can you go a bit…faster? Harder?”

I wasn’t going to cum again but I stayed mostly hard as I fucked that wet squishy mess some more. Soon mum was panting underneath me, gripping me with her cunt and her thighs, then a devil came into her eyes as she fixed mine and I saw her cum, clenched-body hard, then flop back onto the floor, this time spent.

We cleaned up the sopping towels, showered separately, and went to bed. Her bed.

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