Deciding I wanted to remember this moment forever, I grabbed my phone and said, “Don’t move, slut.”
She went to protest, but I had already taken the picture.
“You look super slutty with pussy juice all over your face,” I smiled.
She got up and repeated, now pissed, “So you’ll keep it a secret.”
“Of course,” I nodded, before adding, “although I expect you to be at my beck and call.”
“Seriously?” she asked, disgusted.
“Of course,” I said, “it’s good to have a cunt muncher across the street.”
“I’m not a cunt muncher,” she said, trying to be dignified, which was hilarious considering her face was coated in my cum.
“You just munched cunt,” I pointed out. “that makes you a cunt muncher.”
“You made me,” she countered.
“Semantics,” I shrugged. “You still did it.”
“Whatever,” she sighed, “as long as you won’t tell my husband or daughter.”
“Your secret is safe with me,” I said.
She left. I finished coating the candy canes with my pussy juice and put them on the tree.
I decided to go to Cody’s room and check what kind of porn he watched. All boys, all men, have porn on their computers… including Reverends.
I logged into his laptop and went to his browser history and smiled. He was on the same site I often used… Literotica.
The last story he had pulled up was not only one I had read before, but one that implied he was thinking of me the way I wanted him to. ‘”Pet Mommy”: Becoming a Mommy Slut’. Although I had just come, my pussy was already wanting more.
I began rubbing myself as I looked at other stories he had searched. They were all son and daughter incest stories other than one called “Mommies Make Good Pets” which was actually a lesbian incest story… another one I had read before.
As I searched more, I noticed that all his incest searches were from yesterday. Earlier browser history was more gangbang stories, anal stories, etc. He also had hundreds of pictures of women in nylons, almost all without heels on (he indeed had the same fetish as his father… nylons, but particularly nylon feet). He also had tons of videos, again almost all of them with women in stockings: gangbang, couples, lesbians, etc, but always in nylons.
I smiled as I obviously had triggered exactly what I had wanted to in him… the idea of fucking his mother.
I then noticed a video downloaded last night. It was called Cory Chase in Mother Mouthfuls. I had to click on it. The mother sucked his cock, took it in her pussy and her ass before taking a thick load mostly in her mouth and on her chin.
I wanted to be that Mom. I wanted to be a Mommy-slut. I wanted a mouthful of my son’s cum.
I came a second time, before I got dressed and headed out to do some last minute Christmas shopping, including a stop at an adult store for some new toys.
That night, he came home right at supper time and I was again in thigh high stockings and a red dress that barely hid them.
Cody asked, as he checked me out slyly (or so he thought), “Why are you so dressed up, Mom?”
“I like to look good,” I said. “Is that okay?”
“Of course,” he nodded, before complimenting, “you look very good, Mom.”