A teasing mother is claimed by her son. All characters are 18+
Denise Catalano was a tall, athletic woman. Her height was genetic. Her weight was the result of a good diet and many hours at the gym. She had B-cup breasts. Her flat stomach was toned. She never skipped leg day, which left her with a tight, firm ass and muscular thighs. She was committed to keeping herself looking good as she matured. Her husband barely seemed to notice. Her son Derren went out of his way to compliment her, though. This always made her feel good. She, her husband, and her son were an ordinary family. Even if her sex life wasn’t everything she wanted, she was happy. She was a good wife and a good mother. Until one day she had a conversation with her friend Kierston.
The two women worked out together frequently. Kierston was a single mom. She had just one son, Kain. Though Denise encouraged her friend to date, Kierston never had. That was why Denise was so surprised one fateful day in the locker room. Both women were chatting as they changed out of their gym clothes. When Kierston removed her sports bra, Denise could see the MILF’s ample bosom was covered in hickeys.
“Oh my god, Kierston, you didn’t tell me you were seeing someone!” Denise said.
Kierston flushed. She nodded.
“Who is it? Do I know him?” Denise loved to gossip. She was excited to hear more about her friend’s love life.
Kierston looked around furtively. She only spoke after she saw that the two were alone in the locker room.
“I’ll tell you because I trust you, Denise. But you have to promise to not judge me and never, ever tell anyone else. No matter what.” Kierston said. Denise held out her pinky finger. She promised to keep her friend’s secret.
“I swear, I won’t tell anyone, and no matter who it is it won’t change how I think about you.” Denise swore. Kierston looked around again and leaned into her friend.
“I’ve been sleeping with Kain.” She said.
Denise looked at her confused. “You’ve been sleeping with someone with the same name as your son?”
“No,” Kierston shook her head, “I’ve been sleeping with my Kain.”
Denise was stunned. She had to admit that Kierston’s son was an extremely attractive young man. She herself had occasionally had fantasies about him. But for him to be sleeping with his own mother? Denise was at a loss for words. Kierston turned a bright scarlet. But she looked happy to have confided in someone.
“You’re both adults so you’re secret’s safe with me, but wow!” Denise said, “I can’t even imagine doing something like that. What’s it like to fuck your own son?”
Kierston smiled happily. She was relieved her friend hadn’t respond with revulsion, as she more than half expected. She started gushing. Keeping this to herself had been hard. She wanted to share this with someone.
“Honestly, it’s amazing! When I first started seeing him like that I was ashamed. But now that we’ve done it I don’t know why I ever let it bother me. It’s the most amazing sex I’ve ever had! It’s like he was made for me. The fact that he’s my son, that I love him so completely and we know each other so well, just makes it even better. Emotionally, physically, it fulfills me.”
Denise could see her friend was telling the truth. It shocked her, but also excited her. “Wow, that’s incredible. I’ve never even thought about Derren that way!”
Kierston smiled conspiratorially. “Maybe you should.”
***
Kierston’s words changed the way Denise saw her son. She had always known he was good looking. He was tall and solidly built. He was slightly nerdy, but not conceited or awkward. When he looked at her she could see the love in his eyes. It was intense. It made Denise feel special. She found it alluring.
Denise was a woman of the 21st century. She truly believed that what two consenting adults did in private was nobody’s business. That extended to Kierston and Kierston’s son. Denise was able to keep her promise not to judge her friend. And how could she not be familiar with incest porn? The stuff was everywhere. Denise herself watched it sometimes. She felt a thrill at her friend’s illicit relationship. It fostered a curiosity in her.
Within a week, she could not look at her son without wondering what he would be like as a lover. What did his dick look like? How would it feel inside her? Would he be gentle, or dominant? How big were his loads? How would they feel filling her pussy? The thoughts aroused her. She masturbated to them. She wanted to act on them.
She talked about these feelings with Kierston. Her friend encouraged her to explore them. She made it sound like fucking her son would be easy. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. Denise wanted to believe that, but also didn’t want to ruin her relationship with Derren. What if he wasn’t interested?
Instead she decided to test the waters by teasing him.
Denise started wearing skimpier outfits around the house. Crop tops. Booty shorts. Short, tight dresses. Denise made sure to give her son an eyeful. She’d exaggerate the sway of her hips when she was walking. She’d bend over 90° at the waist to give Derren a clear view of her ass or tits. She acted like a woman trying to entice a man.
It was working. She could feel Derren’s eyes following her around. She’d catch him staring at her assets. He’d adjust his pants awkwardly, trying to hide his boner. He fled to his room more and more. Whenever he did, Denise would listen at his door. Hearing her son pleasure himself got her so wet. Especially because she knew she was the one turning him on.
It all came to an abrupt climax.
Denise was cleaning the kitchen. She wore black athletic shorts and a matching sports bra. The shorts left the cheeks of her toned ass exposed. They gave her a visible cameltoe. The sports bra showed a ton of cleavage. The material was not very well padded. Denise’s nipples poked through it. The outfit did nothing to hide her body.
Derren walked into the room. Denise heard him enter. She bent down to clean the oven. Her backside was facing her son. She knew she was on full display for him. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Her ass jiggled as she moved. It was at this moment that Derren broke.
He’d been trying to control himself. But his mother was a sexy woman. He knew it. He’d known it since he started noticing women. For years he’d had illicit fantasies about her. But those fantasies had gotten so much more powerful lately. It was like she was teasing him on purpose. Every day her hot MILF body taunted him. Right before his eyes, but just out of reach. It was too much. Seeing his mother bent over like that finally pushed him over the edge.
He strode over to her. Denise started turning to look at her son. His bulge was visible. Her eyes went wide as he reached out. She could see the hunger in his eyes. He looked like a predator.
“Derren, baby, what are you doing?” Denise asked. Derren grabbed her roughly by the hair. Denise gasped. Her son forced her down. He held her bent over and pressed his groin into her ass. Denise was so wet, but this was not how she imagined it happening.
“Derren?” She asked again. She was concerned. Her son didn’t say anything. Reaching between them he fumbled with his fly. His dick was out in an instant. Then he grabbed his mother’s shorts. Denise yelped as he yanked them down. The tip of her son’s cock touched her bald, naked pussy. Derren looked down. He could see the slickness on his mother’s cunt. He spoke for the first time.
“You slut!” he yelled, “You’re already soaking fucking wet! I thought you weren’t doing it on purpose. But you were, weren’t you? You were teasing me! You were teasing your own son, you fucking whore! Well, it worked! Is this what you wanted?”
Derren gave his mother no time to respond. He yanked her head forcefully. He thrust his hips. Denise saw white. Pain shot through her pussy as her son slammed into her. Pain and pleasure. Her hole welcomed him. Derren slid all the way in effortlessly.
“Derren what the fuck are you doing?” Denise cried. This was not how she imagined it happening at all. She thought it would be more romantic. That she would be in control. She was not. Her son roughly pounded her cunt. He held her firmly in place. Struggling against him was useless. Derren was much stronger than his mother. Her face was an inch from the front of the oven. Each penetration bumped her head against it. Lubricating juice rolled down her thighs.
“I’m just doing what you wanted, whore!” Derren yelled. He was angry. He was horny. He was taking out weeks of frustration on his mother’s juicy pussy. It was so hot inside her. Her walls massaged his cock perfectly.
“Oh yeah?” Derren challenged. “Then why were you dressed like a whore? Why are you so fucking wet? Why are you slamming back into me?”
Derren stopped moving. Denise drove her hips back. She took him deep inside herself. Her son was right, she realized. She was fucking him back. Her body was out of her control. It knew how good getting ravaged by her son felt. It wanted more.
“Oh fuck.” Denise moaned. Her cunt clenched down her son’s dick. She grabbed the oven to steady herself. She really was a slut for her son. She had been asking for it. Begging for it. She liked the way he was forcing himself on her.
Denise came.
She screamed. She shuddered. She felt the wood floor under her feet get slippery from her juices. Derren flexed his cock. It hit her insides just right. Denise mewled in pleasure. Derren laughed. Gripping his mother’s hair he held her up. He forced her to stay impaled on his dick. Denise screamed and cried and came and came and came.
“See, slut? Didn’t you enjoy that?” Derren asked as his mother finished climaxing. Denise nodded.
“I can’t hear you?” Derren demanded. He shook his mother’s head. He flexed his cock again. It grazed his mother’s g-spot. Pleasure shot through Denise.
“I did!” she exclaimed, “I did enjoy it! You’re right! I’ve been showing my body off for you because I wanted you, wanted this! I’m just a slut for my son and his big strong cock! I love it that you’re taking what you want from me! Now keep raping your whore mommy until you fill her with your cum!”
Denise cried. Not because she was upset, but because admitting the truth felt good. Derren laughed cruelly. He enjoyed how utterly degraded his mother was. He kicked his mother’s ankles. She fell to her knees. Derren never took his dick out of her. He followed her to the ground. He released his mother’s hair. Denise flopped to the ground. She tried to put her arms under herself. Derren slapped them aside. Denise’s face hit the ground.
“Stay down, slut.” He barked. “You’ll get fucked face down ass up on the floor like the whore you are.”
Denise nodded and bit her knuckles. She spread her legs further. Derren slid deeper into his mother’s pussy. Both of them groaned. Derren grabbed his mother’s hips. He started thrusting.
Derren’s assault on his mother’s cunt was relentless. He fucked her like he hated her. He did nothing to make it feel good for her. This was all about him. Him, and his frustration, and finally being able to vent it on his teasing mother. It was rough, and painful, and degrading.
It felt better than any sex Denise had ever had.
Her pussy hadn’t been wet like this since before she got married. The savage way her son slammed himself inside her made her wince in pain. It also sent orgasmic ripples through her entire body. She could only moan under his assault. She was no longer a woman, no longer a mother, she was just a fuckable hole. A fuckable hole for her own son to use and abuse. It was so wrong. So twisted.
So right.
Derren could feel it, too. He thought his mother had been wet when he first entered her. It was nothing compared to how she was now. Every thrust squelched audibly. His dick was soaked. His nuts glistened with fluid. His mother’s insides were going crazy. He laughed as she whimpered and squirmed.
“You like that, slut?” Derren grabbed a fistful of his mother’s hair. He yanked her head back. His hips slammed into hers. Denise moaned incoherently.
“I asked you a fucking question?” Derren yanked his mom’s hair again. Her back arched so she was looking him in the eyes. He jammed himself inside her. His cockhead rammed her cervix. He spat into her gaping open mouth.
“YESSSSSS!” Denise exclaimed. Her pussy clamped down onto his member. Drool leaked out of her mouth. Juices leaked out of her cunt. She was cumming. Being forced to admit out loud how much she enjoyed her son violating her drove her over the edge. She relished her degradation. Derren laughed again. He released her hair. She hit the floor with a thud.
“That’s. Right. You. Love. It. Whore!” Derren slammed into his mother with each word. She flinched and gasped each time he bottomed out. Her pussy went crazy on his dick. Her entire body shook. Derren was in heaven. He dug his nails into his mother’s hips. He slapped her ass until it was red. He fucked her with abandon.
It couldn’t last forever. Derren’s cock was made to fill Denise’s pussy. Mother and son fit together perfectly. His mom’s cunt just felt too good on Derren’s throbbing manhood. He was using her the way he had always fantasized. Now, he would have his release. Derren didn’t tell his mother it was happening. When he felt the rumbling in his balls he drew her in closer. He impaled her completely. He planted his cockhead and the entrance of his mother’s womb. Then he let go. Derren flooded his mother’s cunt with his seed. He grunted and held on for dear life as he absolutely filled her up.
Denise felt her son’s cock twitch as his orgasm began. It stirred up her pussy so good. Then she felt the warm fluid shooting into her depths. A vision flashed before her eyes: her son’s potent semen swimming up into the uterus from which he had been born. Her eyes crossed. Her tongue lolled out. Her body shook, her pussy milked, her clit throbbed. The most powerful orgasm of the night shot through Denise’s body as her son unloaded ropes of fresh young cum into her.
Derren fell back panting. His vision was blurry. His mother’s well-fucked pussy winked at him from between her legs. It was red and puffy. Her hole gaped open. Cum visibly oozed out of it. Denise panted and moaned. A glob of semen fell out of her. It mixed with her own juiced on the floor. Derren slapped her ass once more for good measure.
Denise pulled herself into the fetal position. She was used and exhausted. It was amazing. Tears streaked her face. Her body was tender from her son’s rough handling. Tomorrow there would be bruises. She felt totally violated yet totally fulfilled. Shakily, she began standing up. She took one unsteady step forward. Her soon reached out and grabbed her wrist. She turned to look at him.
Her son was contented and fulfilled. He was experiencing none of the emotional turmoil she was going through. Denise made eye contact. Why had he stopped her? Derren gestured to his crotch.
“You don’t get to leave until you clean up your mess, whore.” Denise looked at her son’s penis. It was soft and floppy and covered in juices. Her juices. Her son’s jizz. His cock was smeared with thick, frothy fluid. Denise stared dumbly for a moment. Derren tugged her into action. He yanked on her arm pulling her to the floor once again. He grabbed her head and forced it between his legs. Denise got the memo.
She licked the entire length of her son’s soft cock. She sucked it into her mouth. It inflated slightly, but never got fully erect. Denise did the best job she could to suck all of the sex off of her son’s penis. He leaned back and enjoyed it. Denise licked and sucked and kissed. Soon Derren’s cock was totally clean. Denise kept going. She pretended she was just being thorough. She pretended her son was making her do this. Mostly she just enjoyed the feeling of his meat in her mouth.
Eventually Derren decided she was done. He pushed his mother away. Denise knelt in front of him. Her back was straight, her hands on her thighs. She stared at him in worshipful adoration. Was she dismissed? Would her son want to use her body in some other way? She waited to see.
“I own you now.” Derren said. Denise nodded. “Your pussy belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me. Your ass belongs to me. You’re my little slut, to do with as I please. Do you understand?” Denise nodded again.
“Tell me you understand.” Derren said.
“You own me now. My pussy belongs to you. My mouth belongs to you. My ass belongs to you. I am my son’s little slut, to do with as he pleases.” Denise repeated it back perfectly. The bottom fell out of her stomach and warmth filled her body. Her poor, abused little cunt started getting wet again. “I was born to be your fuckslave.” she added, unprompted.
Derren nodded. “Good. Now go shower off. I expect you clean and presentable when you come to my room after Dad falls asleep. That’s all.”
Derren got up lazily. Denise was already out of the room by the time he got to his feet. Her son had given her instructions, and she was going to follow them swiftly and enthusiastically. She wanted to be the perfect, obedient slut for her son.