“Ass slut,” I retorted back sarcastically.
“I came to talk,” she continued, grimacing at the name calling.
“You can talk once you have gotten me off,” I said, snapping my fingers and pointing to my spread legs and wet pussy.
“Please, Elizabeth,” she pleaded, looking so uncomfortable. I was enjoying this immensely.
“Begging,” I smirked. “You did a lot of that the other evening too, if I recall.”
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized.
“For what?” I asked, before adding, “for fucking my son, for being his, what did you call yourself, cum bucket, for fucking your daughter’s boyfriend or for taking my son’s dick up your ass in my home?”
“All of it,” she whispered.
“And what are you willing to do for my forgiveness?” I questioned.
“It won’t happen again,” she said.
“Really?” I asked. “You sounded pretty much in love with my son’s cock.”
“I lost my way,” she explained.
“I’ll help you find it,” I replied, as I snapped my fingers and pointed to my cunt.
“I’m not a lesbian,” she said.
“Oh, I know,” I laughed. “You’re a slut. And sluts who cheat on their husband with their daughter’s boyfriend should know when they are being blackmailed.”
“Elizabeth, please,” she pleaded again.
“This is getting old, ass slut,” I sighed. “Get the fuck over here and eat my cunt or I tell your husband and daughter how big a whore you are.”
“Are you blackmailing me?” she asked, which was ludicrous, of course I was blackmailing her.
“Call it what you want, bitch,” I said. “Just get over here and let’s see if you’re at good as munching cunt as you are at sucking cock.”
“If I do this, will you not say anything?” she asked.
“If you obey like a good slut and serve me as I wish, then yes,” I nodded, having no real intention of letting out her secret. Instead, I would use it to my advantage.
“Okay,” she nodded, moving to me. “But I think this is so wrong.”
“Isn’t getting ass fucked by your daughter’s boyfriend, in another woman’s home, while your husband is asleep at home wrong too?” I asked, as I watched her kneel in front of me.
She sighed, as she stared at my pussy, “Yes, it is.”
“Get licking, slut,” I ordered, grabbing her head and shoving it between my legs and into my wet pussy.
I held her head there for a few seconds until I felt her tongue start licking.
“Good, slut,” I moaned, somehow enjoying the power. I was undoubtedly a submissive to men, but I could definitely be a dominant to a woman.
She just licked.
I leaned back and enjoyed the tongue lashing as I closed my eyes and imagined Cody’s last words yesterday … ‘If you weren’t my mother, I’d make you my three hole cum bucket.’
I was confident that if I made it obvious I was willing to be a cum bucket, he would likely take me. If any of the incest stories I read were true or any of the forums I read, most boys fantasize about fucking their mothers. We are their first loves, their first lusts and their first masturbation fantasies.
As I imagined being his slut, my orgasm built quickly and I came on the bitch’s face. Once done, I said, “You may leave now.”
Still on her knees, her face coated in my cum, she asked, “Are you going to keep it a secret?”