He moved from one to the other, squeezing them together, as he kissed, nibbled and bit her breasts and nipples.
After a couple of minutes of concentrated attention on his mom’s breasts, he ordered, “Now let’s see the rest of you.”
Her reluctance faded, she unzipped her jeans, tugged them off, took off her socks and stood in front of her son in only a pair of blue panties.
“Those too,” he instructed. “I want to see my Mommy-slut’s cunt.”
She asked, now flirty, as she slid her last remaining piece of clothing down her legs, “What does my son plan to do with his Mommy?”
“Make you my personal plaything,” he answered, as he put his hands on her shoulders and guided her back to her knees.
She took his cock in her hand, and asked, “Does my son want Mommy to suck his cock?”
“A better question,” he countered, “is do you want to become an obedient Mommy-slut?”
“God, yes,” she moaned, as did I simultaneously, my orgasm close.
“I will expect complete obedience,” he continued, taking his cock and moving its mushroom top around his mom’s lips.
“Yes, Master,” she replied, obviously completely drawn in to the idea of being submissive to her son.
“I’ll expect unlimited access to all three of your holes,” he continued, as he shoved his cock in her mouth.
Slobber sounds echoed as he roughly face-fucked his mother. I had never had someone do that to me, nor had I wanted to, but seeing it happen made me curious.
He pulled out and asked, “Does my Mommy-slut give me unlimited access to her pretty mouth, her shaved pussy and her beautiful ass?”
“God, yes,” she agreed eagerly, as she began rubbing herself.
He went to the bed, lied down, then ordered, “Come ride your Master, Mommy-slut.” She quickly obeyed, while I began quickly frigging myself, my orgasm now dying to erupt.
As she bounced up and down on his cock, I closed my eyes and listened to the moans, as I imagined it was me riding Paul…me becoming a Mommy-slut.
Seconds later, my orgasm hit and I screamed, “Yes, Paaaaul.”
A few minutes later, my orgasm having subsided, an idea popped into my head. Nude Day was coming soon and although my idea came from a porno film, I figured it just may work.
For the next couple of weeks, until Nude Day, I was on a roller coaster of emotion and anxiety. When up, I couldn’t wait until Nude Day to attempt the final seduction of Paul. When down, I questioned my sanity and moral integrity at my constant obsession. I said as much to Kennedy during a chat, having had a couple during the past week as she continued to strangely be my rock as I wavered back and forth between fantasy and reality.
Momplusoneequalsfun: are you excited about tomorrow?
Curiousmom: one minute I am, the next I chastise myself.
Momplusoneequalsfun: you’re so cute
Curiousmom: thanks?
Momplusoneequalsfun: I just remember feeling the exact same way before Jimmy’s and my first time
Curiousmom: how did you deal with the conflicting emotions?
Momplusoneequalsfun: alcohol
Curiousmom: seriously?
Momplusoneequalsfun: yes, a couple of cocktails relaxed me substantially