"Pet Mommy": DP Mommy-Slut!

"So where did we leave off yesterday?" I asked, cuing my son to control the scenario.

"You were discussing the underlying incestuous plot of Hamlet and his mother," he smiled.

I replied, trying to remember a play I hadn't read in twenty years, "Well to continue, there have been many Shakespearian experts who point out there is plenty of naughty innuendo about an incestuous relationship between the two."

"Isn't that wrong?" Michael asked.

Dangling my heel from my left foot, I answered, "Well, society tells us it's wrong."

Michael stood up and asked, "But do you think it is wrong, Ms. Lodge?"

"I'm not one to judge," I answered, being professionally unbiased and non-committal.

"But in your personal opinion?" Michael pushed, just as my heel fell to the hardwood floor with a thud.

"Well, throughout history, incest has actually been pretty common, particularly among royal families such as the Habsburgs," I began lecturing, opening the door for my smiling student.

He kneeled on the floor and instead of retrieving my heel for me, he took my stocking-clad foot in his hands.

"Michael, what are you doing?" I asked, feigning displeasure.

"Just giving you a foot massage, Ms. Lodge," he answered as he began massaging my foot.

I stammered, "I don't think that's very appropriate, young man: I'm your teacher. If you continued, what would we do if your mother found out, for instance."

Ignoring my protest, Michael replied obliquely, "Speaking of whom, you know you look a lot like my Mother, Ms. Lodge."

"Michael, please stop this," I protested.

Instead he said, "Shhhh, Ms. Lodge, I know exactly what my teacher needs."

"Michael, enough," I objected, standing up and huffing, "I am your teacher."

Michael also stood up and spun me around and unzipped my skirt as he said, "Yes you are Ms. Lodge, and you're also one hot fucking MILF."

I again feigned taking offense. "Please stop this, Michael," as my skirt fell to the floor.

"My, my, my, teacher, you aren't even wearing panties. Only sluts go without panties, Ms. Lodge," he purred, bending me over the desk.

I let out a surprised yelp as I once again protested, trying to sound adamant, "Michael, stop it this instant!"

"Shut up, Ms. Lodge," he said firmly. "Dressing like a slut all this time, going without a bra, teasing me with those big tits swaying around under your blouses, you've obviously wanted this for a long time."

I whimpered as I continued playing the helpless victim even as I felt something cold penetrating me from behind. "Nooooooo!"

"Your mouth says no, but your wet cunt with the banana in it says yes, yes, yes," Michael smirked, as he pumped the slippery yellow fruit in and out of my undeniably wet box.

"Oh God," I moaned, as the orgasm I'd been forced to delay earlier began to bubble back to the surface.

"You like that, Ms. Lodge?" he asked as he stopped pumping, but with my pussy still filled with banana.

"Yes... I mean, no," I stammered, caught between the conflicting desires of continuing to resist in my role of teacher, or just giving in to my own very real carnal impulses.

He left the banana in my pussy as he strolled around the end of my desk to the other side and facing me, undid his pants. "Is teacher hungry?" he asked, releasing his firm cock.

Distracted by my own hunger to come, I moaned, "Famished."

"Beg for my cock, Ms. Lodge," he ordered, holding his cock inches away from my salivating mouth.

Giving in to my craving and to my submission, I begged, "Please Michael, let me teach your cock how to come."

"Teach away," he quipped, offering it to me.

I climbed up onto my hands and knees on my desk, the banana still inside me, as I took his cock into my mouth. Wanting him in my cunt, I teased him this time, using my mouth like an ocean of pleasure. I swirled my tongue around his mushroom top, I teased him relentlessly, but not allowing him any more than a slow build.

A few minutes of this cock-sucking teasing and Michael finally spoke. "You dress like a tease Ms. Lodge, and you suck cock like a whore. I think it's obvious that you want your student's cock to fuck your pussy, don't you Ms. Lodge?"

Looking up to him eagerly, I replied seductively, "Yes, Michael, please fuck your teacher's cunt. I've wanted you for so long."

He ordered, "Remain in place, Ms. Lodge."

I obeyed, remaining on my hands and knees on the desk and waiting for him to walk back around the desk and for my craving to be filled.

"Good girl, you're a very obedient teacher, Ms. Lodge," he said, patting my ass condescendingly. "Ever take a cock in your ass, Ms. Lodge?"

Back into acting mode, in real life he'd plugged my back door just last night after I'd almost begged him to, I pleaded with false fervour, "No, Michael, never that! Please shove that big cock in your teacher's cunt instead."

He chuckled as he rubbed his cockhead at my puckered back door. Even though I feigned resistance, the anticipation of his cock once more in my ass was delicious. He slowly pushed forward, penetrating my pucker and I whimpered, still playing the teacher and not the naughty Mommy-slut who craved his cock back in my ass, "Oh God, Michael, not there. That's way too nasty!"

"Your ass is letting me in pretty easily, Ms. Lodge," he pointed out as he slowly filled my back door.

"You're filling me so fuuuuuull," I whimpered, truthfully this time, as my being bent over and the banana still in my pussy made the sensation of his large cock in my ass feel even more intense.

"You like that, Ms. Lodge?" he asked, undoing my bun and grabbing a fistful of my hair.

"Noooooo," I moaned, the need I felt for him apparent in my moan, saying the opposite of the actual word.

"You're such a fucking liar, Ms. Lodge," he accused, pulling painfully on my hair. "You fucking love it, the body doesn't lie."

"Please stop doing this," I protested weakly, as I felt his hips pressing solidly against me, his cock firmly inside my ass.

"Sure, why not?" he agreed, "I'll just stand here with my cock buried in your poop chute."

For a long moment he stood there filling my ass with his perfect cock, all the while reaching around and wiggling the banana in my pussy. Finally, desperate to be fucked hard like I craved, I... both teacher and Pet Mommy... gave in and whimpered, "Please."

"Please what, Ms. Lodge?" he asked, still not moving at all.

"Please fuck me," I begged.

"Fuck you where, Ms. Lodge?" he questioned.

Giving in completely, I'm sure like he'd fantasized some teacher doing many times, I admitted, "My ass, dammit, I need you to fuck your teacher's tight ass."

"Oooooohhh," he moaned, beginning to pump his cock in and out of me.

My hunger to come had been simmering for so long, it took only a few strokes before I was pleading, "Harder Michael, please fuck my ass harder."

He obliged, and as his thrusts slammed into me, I held onto the corners of my desk for support. "Oh God, yes, fuck my ass, you big-dicked stud," I moaned, encouraging him to increase his forceful aggression.

"You like that, teach? You like your student's cock in your ass?" he demanded, his tone dripping with smugness.

"Oh yes, Michael, make teacher your slut, make me your ass-slut," I confirmed, my orgasm on the rise.

"I'm going to fuck you every day after class, Ms. Lodge," he said, continuing to slam into me from behind.

"I'm all yours, Michael," I whimpered, before adding, "I'm going to come soon, please tell me that's ok."

"Are you going to come from getting your ass fucked on your desk, Ms. Lodge?" he tormented my teacher character, I'm sure loving the idea of humiliating one of his real teachers.

"Yes, your cock fits so perfectly in my ass, baby," I complimented, seconds away from utopia.

"Then come, Ms. Lodge, come like the slutty teacher you are," he demanded, as he yanked back on my hair, pulling my head back.

Almost instantly my orgasm shivered, quaked and exploded through me and I screamed, "Ooooooooooh Michael, I'm coooooooooming."

He grunted seconds later, "Me too," as my juices flooded out of me with such force the makeshift banana cock was propelled out of me and onto the floor as my son's cum filled my ass.

Exhausted himself, he collapsed onto my back and held onto me as I continued to tremble from the pleasure he'd just given me.

He finally pulled out of my ass and turned me around. I smiled, "And, my dear boy, who were you really pretending to fuck while you fucked your Mommy's ass?"

He blushed, just like he had when his confidence had faded last night right after he'd come in me for the first time and then felt guilty. "No one," he whispered.

"Tell Mommy, is there a teacher you want to fuck?"

"Maybe," he admitted, not making eye contact.

"Michael, I raised you to look a woman in the eye when you're talking to her," I said, back in Mother mode.

"S-s-sorry," he apologized, looking into my eyes.

"Don't be sorry son, be strong. I need a strong man to be in control, and not just in the bedroom, but in my life," I explained, before adding, but first kissing him softly, "You are that man. Besides, you should know by now I won't judge you."

"Ok," he said, kissing me back with more force.

Breaking the kiss, I asked, "So is there a teacher you want to fuck?"

"Yes," he admitted, "Ms. Hughes."

"Your English teacher," I smiled, before adding, "That explains a lot."

He shrugged, "It's just an unreachable fantasy."

"So was fucking your Mother before last night," I pointed out.

He laughed, "That's true."

"And what is less likely, plugging your Mother's ass in her office, or getting your pretty young teacher onto all fours?" I asked, making it more simple than it was. Last night, I'd been the one putting the moves on him, at least at first.

"Well, when you put it that way," he smiled.

"I'm not saying you should throw her over her desk like a savage caveman, but nothing is impossible," I pointed out, lowering myself back onto my knees.

Looking down at me, my son asked, "So you think getting into Ms. Hughes' panties might be possible?"

I shrugged, "Maybe, especially if she learns how big her smartest student is."

"Mmmmmmm," he moaned as I took his cock back in my mouth, cleaning it off with my saliva, hoping for another good fucking fairly soon.

**********

Michael became insatiable. After the first couple days of taboo mother-son sex, he couldn't get enough of me. He continued sleeping in bed with me, and he could never get enough Mommy loving. It was like a child getting full access to a candy store, but this candy was his Mommy.

Over the next couple of weeks Michael and I played many different role-playing games. I was a nurse reviving a patient; I was a police officer interrogating a suspect; I was a queen disciplining a peasant. They were all fun, and they greatly expanded our repertoire of sexual positions.

Michael surprised me in early May with a naughty twist to our already kinky Submissive-Dom relationship. By now Michael had comfortably fit into the role of Dom and no longer had bouts of guilt, although he was still insecure at school with girls his own age, and he hadn't attempted anything at all towards wooing his cute teacher. In our house it was clear he was the man and I was the slut. Well, almost always: sometimes I had to step up to the plate and be his Mother.

I'd come home from work exhausted from four straight showings. Michael and Frederick were in their usual spots, playing video games.

Michael called out, "Mom, can you get Frederick and me a couple of cokes?"

"Sure, honey," I replied, knowing full well Michael's intent. Last night after depositing a load of his salty seed down my throat, he'd suggested that I tease Frederick the next time he was over.

I took a moment to remove my bra and stuff it in a drawer, undid a couple of extra buttons, grabbed a couple of glasses, poured some coke into each, added some ice and sauntered out like their maid.

After handing Michael his drink without any fanfare, I sauntered over to Frederick and bent down, allowing him a very generous up-close-and-personal look into my ample cleavage. He wouldn't be able to say he'd seen my bra this time, I was fairly sure he could see my nipples.

Lingering there way longer than necessary, I asked, my voice all flirty, "Can I get you anything else, Frederick?"

He stammered, "N-n-no."

"That's too bad," I purred, placing my hands on his legs very near his crotch to push myself up. From start to finish, his eyes hadn't wandered for an instant from my cleavage. Or at least I think it was cleavage: if your blouse gapes open enough that a guy can pretty much see your entire boobs, is it still called cleavage?

I returned to the kitchen, a big smile on my face and a tingle down below from my naughty flirtation.

A couple minutes later, I decided to tease Frederick some more.

I returned to the living room and lifted my heel with a buckle strap onto the couch. "Michael baby, could you unbuckle Mommy's shoe?"

He smiled knowingly, "Sure, Mom."

As he took his time unbuckling the strap of my heel, I positioned myself so the tops of my stockings were clearly visible to the young Frederick.

Just as Michael got my shoe unbuckled, I sighed dramatically, "Damn stockings, this garter-belt doesn't hold them up at all." I kept my foot on the couch directly in front of Frederick, who was almost drooling at the sight, and adjusted my stocking.

I slipped my shoe off and offered my son my other foot as I said, winking at Frederick playfully, "The things woman have to wear to please men."

Once Michael had unbuckled my second shoe, I asked, again with a tone of soft playful banter, "Can I get you two studs anything else?"

"No, we're fine," Michael replied, a devious smirk on his face and a confident look in his eyes as he glanced at his rattled friend.

I returned to the kitchen and was just beginning supper when Michael came into the kitchen.

He arrived behind me, reached under my skirt and slid a finger inside my wet pussy. "Did you like teasing my friend?"

I shrugged and turned it back on him asking playfully, but not meaning it, "Why? Does my big boy want me to fuck his friend?"

"Maybe I do. Would my slut Mommy like to take another virgin's cherry?" he asked, turning it back on me again.

At the time I thought we were just sharing some harmless playful banter, so I answered, "I'd fuck his brains out."

He yanked his finger out of me and my skirt fell back into place just as Frederick walked into the kitchen.

Michael said, "Thanks Mom, we'll make sure that happens."

"What happens?" a clueless Frederick asked.

Michael informed both of us. "We're going to have our own prom."

"We are?" Frederick asked, surprised by the suggestion.

"Yes, we are," Michael repeated, before revealing his plan. "You and I will go out for supper at Welton's and then come back here for a marathon evening of Call of Duty."

"That's brilliant," Frederick said.

Welton's is a five-star, two-hour meal type of place, and hard to get reservations, but I knew the owner personally, having sold her two houses. I pointed out, "If you're going to have your own prom, we'll need to rent you guys a couple of tuxes."

"It's done, then," Michael said with finality. "We'll create our own prom."

"Rad," Frederick agreed excitedly.

"And Mom will chauffeur us around, won't you Mom?" he asked.

"Of course, son," I replied, obediently, "it'll be fun to see you studs dressed so sexy. I can be the lucky gal dating you two studs at your own prom."

Frederick's face went red at that, and I pushed it even a shade further when I added, walking over to a bewildered Frederick, "Plus? There's something so sexy about a handsome boy in a tux: that really gets me revved up."

I winked saucily at Frederick and disappeared upstairs, leaving Frederick with a pretty impressive tent in his trousers.

**********

That night as Michael fucked me in the ass, his favorite before-bedtime activity, he asked, as my increasing moans of ecstasy told him my orgasm was on the rise, "Will Mommy obey every order I give her?"

I moaned without hesitation, loving to do whatever my son ordered me to do, "Oh God yes, I'm yours to do with as you please."

His strong hands grabbed my hips and held me in place, his perfect cock deep in my ass. "You will do whatever I say?" he asked again.

"Fuck Michael, yes, whatever you want, always," I replied, frustrated at being denied the hard fucking I was craving.

As he began fucking me again, Michael asked, "We were kind of kidding around in the kitchen tonight, but now I'm asking you a serious question: would you like to take Frederick's virginity?"

I moaned, his cock feeling so good pumping in and out of my ass, "Is that what my big boy wants? Does he want his Pet Mommy to fuck his friend?"

"Now that you ask, that's exactly what I want you to do," my son informed me, his tone not nearly as playful as mine.

I looked him in the eye the best I could, since I was on all fours and his hands were firmly on my hips as he continued fucking my back door. "Are you actually serious, Michael?"

"Deadly," he smiled, revealing his plan to me. "We're going to have our own prom, which will include what usually happens on prom night."

"Dancing?" I quipped, trying to be funny.

"Nope. Fucking," Michael countered, smacking my ass.

"You've put some thought into this already," I smiled, the naughty ideas in my son's dirty mind both exciting me and scaring me.

"You ever been double penetrated, Mommy?" he asked, as casual as if he were asking if I'd ever been to Europe.

He slammed into my ass and remained there, his big cock lodged deep in my ass. I moaned, "No, that would be a first for me."

"Ever fantasized about it?" he questioned.

"Of course, baby," I replied, wiggling my ass, trying to entice him back into fucking me.

"You'll obey whatever I order you to do, Mommy-slut?" he asked again as he gave me one quick, hard, in and out.

"Fuuuuck, yes," I screamed, adding, "I will fuck Frederick, baby, if that's what you want."

"Good slut," Michael said before returning to pounding me from behind.

By now the idea of becoming a slut for my son's best friend was getting me really excited. I moaned, "Oh yes, baby, please let Mommy be a slut for Frederick."

"You may come now, Mommy," he grunted as I felt his sticky seed explode in my ass.

I obeyed, letting the rising tide flood over me, the sexy thought of being a virgin taker for the second time washing through my mind.

Pulling out, his white spunk leaking out of my well-fucked ass, he collapsed onto the bed beside me and looked me in the eye. "I'm serious, I want you to let Frederick fuck you."

"I understand and I agree," I acknowledged weakly as I gradually recovered from my orgasm. "Do you want him to learn you're a Mother-fucker?"

"I don't know yet, but I think so. It's a fucking amazing secret, and I'm dying to tell someone," he said, my shy nerdy Michael surfacing again.

"I do have a career to protect," I pointed out. "And you wouldn't want it to get around your school."

"I know," Michael said, contemplating my words.

After a couple minutes of silence, Michael promised, "I've got it covered, Mommy."

He wrapped his arms around me and even though the thought of the truth coming out scared me, I trusted him unconditionally.

**********

Prom was May 14^th and as Michael had promised, he'd come up with a plan. I was just finishing smoothing on my mocha thigh highs, when Michael came into our bedroom dressed in a tux, looking hot as Hell, the spitting image of his father. Although I'd always thought my son was handsome, the tux moved him to a different level. He was downright sexy. He came up behind me, squeezed my ass possessively and said confidently, "So... I've decided what I'll expect from you tonight, Mommy."