by blacklaceguy 12/23/08
This is my "MOM". She is the author's lover and we role-play mom/son fantasies together behind closed doors! What you read here really happened.
I'm Alex, 31 and a sales job that usually takes me places. Normally, I'd be out on the road, but promotion meant I was mostly office bound now. What's more, I was recently divorced, my ex kicked me out and I had to go down on bended knees to my mom for a roof over my head.
It was with mixed feeling that I went back through the front door of my old home and my mom. She 61 looks it and God knows she turns me on. OK, her tummy isn't taught any more, her breasts may sag, but they are still creamy white and silky smooth, and she has lovely, slender legs.
No pants/trousers for her though, always a skirt and blouse or a dress (with hems that never really conceal her stocking tops) and high heels. However, if you saw her shopping for groceries, you'd think her pussy was dry and butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
How wrong could you be?
I never knew my dad, he'd left my mom before I was born. It had been just the two of us when I was growing up.
So why did I have some trepidation about going back home to live with her? Mom has always had a nasty side to her. She doesn't suffer fools gladly – me included – and has a very sharp tongue. If I said something she considered disrespectful, she'd slap my face and when I was small I remember her pulling down my pants and giving me a good spanking.
And she has always been indiscreet when it came to her body. When I was a kid she never stopped me from coming in or out of her bedroom when she was dressing or undressing. Nor did she shut the toilet door when she needed to urinate.
Boys being boys I guess, this all had a profound effect on me. I often fantasized at night in bed about her pussy and tits, wanking myself to sleep. I'd stay awake, waiting for her to take a leak and the sound of her pissing in the toilet would bring me to an instant orgasm as I visualised her hot pee streaming from her pussy. I'd get oh so hard.
And then I graduated to wanking while sniffing her panties. I knew my desires were wrong and that I would never be able to bury my face into my mother's own pussy, so I opted for the next best thing, inhaling the aroma of her soiled knickers.
I'd go through her dirty laundry and find them, usually she wore lacy nylon panties. There I would be on my knees in her bedroom playing with my erection and a pair of her soiled panties at my nose inhaling the unique and very special scent of her pussy.
They were my own mother's underwear and they smelt of her sex,the most in timate part of her body. Very simply, I'd bring them close to my nose and inhale the smell of my mothers cunt. Is this what it would smell like if I were to put my nose between her legs?
At first the rancid smell of stale pussy had put me off, but it still excited me, and I was drawn back again and again to the laundry basket to feed my perverted desires. I just loved to smell her panties and the stains I saw on the gusset excited me beyond belief as did finding odd bits of her pubic hair there too.
As I wanked my self silly, sometimes 2 or 3 times a day, I would imagine her telling me to lick her pussy clean until hot white cum spurted from my cock.
Sometimes, I'd sneak a pair of her panties into my room at night, put them on and lay in bed wanking into them and then in the morning put them back into the laundry basket assuming she would never notice my cum on the gusset
This was because she maintained an active sexual life with a guy I called Uncle Dan. He wasn't my uncle and I wasn't supposed to know that he fucked my mom every now and again; after all he was supposed to be a respectable married man. But I once came home early from school and heard them fucking like rabbits upstairs in mom's room.
It was then I realised what some of the stains on her panties were – Uncle Dan's spunk. At first I'd been deeply jealous that another man fucked her, but then in my deepest and darkest fantasies, I got turned on by the idea and got aroused when I'd see his cum on her panties when I rummaged through the laundry basket the day after her lovemaking. I'd imagine his creamy sperm running out of my mom's beautiful pussy into the gusset of her panties and that thought would mean more jerking of my cock.
When I got into my teens, she still came into the bathroom without knocking. When I was 18 years old, she breezed when I was naked and as I tried to cover myself up, she'd pushed aside my towel and, tweaking the end of my cock, make disparaging remarks about its size.
'You can tell you're father's boy, he had a girlie sized dick too! I don't know how you're going to satisfy a girl with that pathetic little thing. Your father could never satisfy me!'
I ached in shame. I was very conscious how small my prick was in comparison to the boys at school, all of who sported cocks far bigger than mine.
But it couldn't have escaped her notice that as she said these dreadful things to me, my pathetic little penis started to become hard. At that point she stopped, laughed, and gave my baby erection a hard slap and walk out.
But although it was extremely humiliating for me, it didn't stop me from wanking straight away. I actually enjoyed her humiliating me that way or at least it aroused me in a way I couldn't hope to explain. I loved mom and I loved the way she treated me badly sometimes because this kind of incident continued from thereafter.
And so life continued until one day she caught me wanking with a pair of her panties. I'd hadn't heard her return home or come up the stairs. Pants around my ankles, I was caught in the act and had no place to hide.
'Alan! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!' she screamed at me.
I spluttered some incoherent reply, stuffing the offending panties back in the washing basket while trying to hide my very erect dick.
'So, my little pervert of a son likes his mom's soiled panties does he?'
'Y...yes,' I stammered. No point in denying the obvious. Red in the face, I began to sob uncontrollably. 'I'm sorry mom, I'm really sorry.'
'You're a pathetic little sissyboy. What are you?'
'A s...s...sissyboy mom,' I stammered through my uncontrollable tears.
She slapped my face. 'Not a sissyboy, you little bastard. A PATHETIC LITTLE SISSYBOY!
Still on my knees, I looked up at her towering over me with her hands on her hips and said, 'A pathetic little sissyboy mom.'
'A pathetic little sissyboy who likes to smell his mommy's panties. Well you're going to have to be punished.'
'Please mom...no,' I sobbed.
She hitched up her skirt to reveal her stocking tops, suspenders and black lacy panties.
Is that what you want to see? Mommy's pussy?'
'Yes mom,' I sobbed.
'PERVERT!' She slapped my face again and then lowered her panties to the level of her stocking tops. I was crying uncontrollably, but through my tears for the first time I could see her pussy in close up and I was mesmerised, I'd never been this close to a woman's pussy before and it was beautiful.
'That's what a real woman's pussy looks like,' she said with a sneer. I could see little globules of wet on her pussy lips. I could smell her too. A very different smell from the dried stains of her panties that I had become used to in my wanking sessions.
'If you like the smell of mommy's panties so much, stick your nose there in my panties while they are still around my legs!' she said, grabbing my hair and forcing my face and nose into their crotch. I had already seen they were dripping with her juices. Now my face was buried deep in the goo that smeared the gusset of her panties. I didn't just sniff the wonderful aroma, but licked and sucked the gusset as she held my head down.
Eventually she yanked my head back up. 'Now take my panties off.'
I slowly pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them. 'Give to them to me you pathetic little panty pervert!' she said angrily.
I did as I was told. Mom thrust the panties into my face. 'Go on, have a good sniff!'
I held them to my nose and inhaled the sensual aroma of my mother's own fresh pussy juices, my cock sticking out hard as a rock as I knelt in front of her. Then she grabbed my hair again and forced my face against her pussy. I sobbed again, in happiness and humiliation as her pubic hair ground into my face, her scent, that very special smell that was unique to her filled my nostrils.
'You're a pathetic little pussy loving pervert!' she screamed at me, grinding her moist cunt hard into my face. What are you?'
I mumbled a reply from her goin. 'A PATHETIC LITTLE PUSSY LOVING PERVERT!' she yelled, pushing my face harder to the point I couldn't breath.
Eventually her grip loosened and she went and sat on the bed, her skirt still hitched up to reveal her stockings, suspenders and oh so beautiful pussy.
'Stand up and come here!' she ordered. 'And put those panties to your nose.'
I came towards her. As I did so, she grabbed my erection and pushed me so I was sideways on to her.
'I'll teach you to masturbate into my knickers you little bastard,' she said. 'Don't think I don't know you wank into mommy's panties. I found a pair in your bed the other night.'
Her grip on my erection tightened and she started to roughly masturbate me with her right hand. With her left, she spanked me – and hard.
'Please mommy, no...' I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks, my face in her panties. But although I felt utterly humiliated, I was very aroused too. Each slap on my ass hurt, but equally, I was very aroused by her furiously and roughly wanking me as I sniffed her panties.
It wasn't long before my cum spurted out onto her hand. I couldn't bear to look at her as she stood up and hid my face in her panties. She pulled them away and I looked down guiltily at my feet.
Slowly she raised her hand that was now covered in my spunk and forced it into my mouth and told me to lick it clean.
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