Summary: Seeing my son fucking a naked mother changed everything.
NOTE 1: This is an entry for the 2013 Nude Day contest , please vote . Note that nudity is not a major plot point in the story, so it may not seem appropriate for the Nude Day theme…but I beg to differ. The entire plot is based on a mother seeing her son naked, which creates a domino effect in her life, turning her from conservative mother to submissive toy.
NOTE 2: Thanks again to MAB7991 for the edits and plot suggestions…you’re a lifesaver.
In Trouble
I came home early from work and was surprised to find my son’s car parked in the driveway. It’s only two o’clock. He should still be at school.
I pulled up, parked the car, and walked into the house. I called out, “Joey,” but there was no response.
I went upstairs and saw his jeans on the floor in his room and I thought he was in the pool. I went to his window and looked out. I gasped.
He was actually in the pool and his feet were in the pool. He sat on the edge as a blonde girl bounced up and down on his cock. I didn’t recognize the girl, I was too far away, but the window was open and I could hear my son saying, “That’s slut, suck my cock.”
I was strangely shocked, this turned the blonde on and she started bouncing up and down faster, her whole body was in the water except for her head. I can’t believe my son, a straight-A student and church choir member, going to Harvard this fall on a full scholarship, called another girl a slut.
Part of me was angry at him for disrespecting that girl, and also angry at him for disrespecting me by having sex in my pool. However, another part of me loves to watch sex, and I haven’t had sex with anyone other than myself in over a year since my husband Jack died in a tragic car accident.
I should have distanced myself from the window and seen if my son was awake, I should have gone downstairs and confronted him. At the very least, I should have left first and dealt with it later. However, I did nothing; instead, I continued to watch him give a blowjob as he continued to humiliate the blonde mystery girl, verbally calling her a slut, a bastard, and his bitch. I tried to get a closer look at the blonde, she looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place her correctly. I couldn’t help but notice that my son, the exact same father, had a very impressive package, at least it seemed that way from this distance.
“Are you ready to fuck, my mom’s toy?” my son asked as he slid into the pool.
I suddenly recognized who the mysterious blonde was. Jane Wilkinson, a fancy wife living on the streets, a self-righteous bitch who wouldn’t give me the time of day, hated me as a working woman and a psychiatrist. Fortunately, my husband’s life insurance is very generous and we are still able to live the lifestyle we are accustomed to. We are not as rich as the Wilkinsons, but we are still financially stable and able to live in a fairly affluent neighborhood.
I smiled thinking that this smug bitch will be replaced by my son.
“You like my cock, don’t you, my little slut?”
“God yes,” she moaned, leaning over the edge of the pool while he stood behind her.
“Please slut,” Joey demanded.
“Fuck me, baby, put that big snake in my pussy,” she begged, and it was both surprising and exciting to hear her obey his commands like a bitch in heat.
“Isn’t that your ass, slut?” my son asked, surprising me again. I have only had anal a few times, both times in college, and both times I was drunk. I walked in slightly bent over the next day both times and my college ex-boyfriend’s cock was small but thick. If Jack was aggressive enough to try, I would tell him to fuck me. But he was the ultimate gentleman and our sex was always very eventful. I love him unconditionally, but in the bedroom I want more. I know without a doubt that I am completely submissive and I like to be told what to do…I like to please…to obey…to be a good bad girl…a paradoxical girl if ever there was one.
“All my holes are yours, baby,” he replied, sounding exactly like my crazy college days all those years ago.
“I am going to fuck your ass tomorrow while your husband is entertaining guests,” my son said bluntly as he penetrated her.
“You’re such a dirty child,” she complained.
“You are a dirty slut,” my son replied as he started to fuck her.
“Oh God, I love your cock inside me,” she cried as my son pounded her. I remembered the times when I was fucked so hard, fucked so hard, used as a fuck slut. My panties were getting wet just thinking about the day when I would be fucked again the way my son fucked that slut Jane Wilkerson.
“Where is your husband’s cock?” Joey asked, although her tone suggested she already knew the answer.
“He can’t get over the wet paper bag,” she said, her tone so stern that I thought her marriage was just a sham.
“Who owns your pussy?” Joey asked as he continued to fuck her.
“Yes, Masast,” she cried.
“Come and fuck me,” Joey demanded, pulling away from her and getting out of the pool, his hard cock waving like an elephant’s trunk, long and thick. I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. He put his penis, fully erect, on the lawn chair. Jen got out of the pool naked and I saw what a few thousand dollars can do. Her fake tits didn’t move as she got out of the pool and started stroking my son’s cock like a teen slut.
Joey snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground. Jane immediately got down on all fours and crawled the rest of the way. As the submissive slut came close to him, he snapped his fingers again and pointed to his cock.
Jane reached for his cock and began bobbing up and down, impressively taking most of his cock into her mouth. “Well, at least she’s good at something,” I thought slyly.
“That’s it, slut, take it all on these lovely cock-sucking lips of yours,” Joey groaned.
I put my hand in my tights, in my soaked panties, and in my burning pussy and continued to watch the forbidden act over my son’s head.
I rubbed like crazy for a few minutes, and just when I was about to cum, my son ordered me to get even hornier, “Open up, slut, and take your Master’s cum.” Joey sat up and started to thrust his cock into her. Open your mouth. I watched his cum drip out of her mouth and onto her face, one after the other.
I once again remembered the moment my college ex-boyfriend stepped on my face while we were at the lake and he was stepping on my face. So humiliating, yet so satisfying, letting myself be in control. Thankfully, it was dark and only my friend Kim saw the white mess in my hair.
The slut came back and deepthroated Joey, obviously trying to get back the last of his cum.
I fell onto my son’s bed and brought myself to orgasm while remembering my slutty college days: my many lesbian encounters, the time I was submissive to my college roommate, my one black guy, my one fourway (it was a gangbang) and my? multiple threesomes. As I reached the peak of orgasm, I imagined my face being smeared with my son’s cum while I eagerly opened my mouth and sank to my knees in a submissive position. When I finally opened my eyes, my son was smiling at me.
Like a splash of cold water, I was instantly brought out of my fantasy to the harsh reality that I was subconsciously fantasizing about my eighteen-year-old son shooting cum all over my face.
I pulled my hand out of my still-twitching pussy and walked weakly out of his room, down the stairs, and back to my car. I pulled out of the driveway, dizzy.
keen to learn
Two hours later, I came home still angry and upset about what I saw, heard, and did in my son’s room. I decided to question him about what I had seen, but when I tried to question him about it during dinner, I couldn’t even begin to explain it. At the end of dinner I tried to bring it up again.
“How is school?” I asked.
He answered the question in the most general way possible: “Okay.”
“What did you learn today?” I continued.
“Nothing,” she replied as usual, apparently high school was just a glorified nanny school.
“I saw it, I mean I, umm, came to the dance,” is what finally came out of my mouth after trying to come up with what I had seen.
“Yes,” she said, and her one-word answer suddenly drove me crazy.
“We should rent a dress for you as soon as possible,” I suggested.
He replied, “I was going to wear only one of father’s clothes.” My husband has three because he often has to attend formal events in connection with his job. As soon as I saw my son, my mind flashed back to the time when he was naked, and I realized that his physique was very similar to his father.
“Let’s try these on,” I suggested. “Make sure they fit.”
“Okay,” he said.
After dinner, I called Joey upstairs and the first dress was laid out on my bed. He came in and I said, “Try them on. Call me when you’re done.”
A few minutes later he called me and I went back to my room. I gasped. For a while I lost sight of my son, but I did see my husband. I stammered: “You, you look just like your father.”
“Really?” she said, looking at herself in my full-length mirror.
I unconsciously inspected his ass. I immediately nodded my head when I realized that he too had inherited his father’s perfect ass. “Yes, you look handsome.”
“It fits perfectly,” he said, turning to me.
I took one look at his crotch, couldn’t resist and agreed, “Yes.”
I went silent for a minute thinking about his dad and the time I gave him a blowjob in this very room when Joey was knocking on the door. He must have been five and we had left him in the care of a babysitter and he had gotten really angry. Jack was wearing the same tuxedo and I couldn’t stop myself from swallowing him whole.
“The Earth belongs to mom,” Joy said.
“What? Oh, sorry, a brief moment of early menopause,” I joked. My face turned red as I stared at his crotch for who knows how long.
“Mom, you are so young, you haven’t gone through menopause yet,” she said with a silly smile on her face.
I jokingly hit him. “Believe me, your mother is not young anymore.”
I was surprised when Joey said, “Mom, maybe it’s time for you to start dating again.”
I was surprised by the sudden turn of events; Joey was an adult and I was an insecure teenager. “I’m not ready,” I admitted.
“I hope it’s not because of me,” Joey said.
“It’s all kinds of things,” I replied, and it was true. I’m not ready to replace Jack, I’m worried about how Joey will react, and to be honest, I’m scared to return to the public markets after being out of the market for more than two decades.
“Mom, you are still a very beautiful woman.”
I felt a shiver down my spine as his voice started to sound too much like his father. I stuttered, “Thanks, but you have to say that.”
“Trust me, I’m not the only one who says that,” Joey said with a laugh.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused by his hint.
“Mom, you have to know that you’re a mom,” Joey said.
“What is a MILF?” I asked, I had heard the term before but never bothered to ask what it meant.
“I want to be a mother…” she replied.
“What do you like?” I asked, still clueless.
“Rhymes with duck,” he said, clearly amused by my total ignorance.
“Ooh,” I said, and finally the lightbulb came on.
“All my friends say that,” Joey added.
“Oh my gosh,” I said, laughing, “the conversation has changed.”
“The point is, Mom, you’re still a very sexy woman and you need to get back out there,” Joey said, his demeanor changing slightly.
“Didn’t you just say your mom was hot?” I asked, smiling even as my face flushed as old memories from today flooded my mind.
“Mom, you are the sexiest woman I know,” he said, coming up to me and hugging me.
The words flew out of my mouth before I had time to digest them. “Sexier than Mrs. Wilkinson?” I asked.
He let go and asked, “What?”
Realizing what I had just said, I joked, “Oh, nothing, you know she just thinks she’s a bag of chips.”
She relaxed a little, believing her secret was still safe, “You talk to your old people. And that’s all an act.”
“Why?” I asked.
“She dresses very out there,” Joey said.
“You and your 2000s thing,” I quipped, trying to get him to say more.
“She looks nice and serious, but inside she’s completely different,” said Joey, who rarely exudes confidence in front of me.
“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to get him to admit what I already knew.
“Well, her boobs must be fake,” he said.
“But they’re big,” I pointed out.
“And unnatural,” he replied.
“Why?” I asked him to tell the truth.
“They don’t move when she’s jogging,” he responded coolly, before admitting, “I’m a man and I’m sorry, I look bad.”
“Men are all the same,” I replied, playfully slapping him on the shoulder.
“Mom, you’re a very smart, old-fashioned, very attractive woman who will be very popular,” Joey said. “You deserve a man who understands that.”
I squeezed his hand, obviously flirting with my son, and said, “I have a man who knows this.”
There was an awkward silence as the tone of our conversation changed. I couldn’t believe what I had just said and how excited I felt waiting for his response, as if I was a high school girl in the eighties waiting on the phone for a guy to call.
I broke the awkward silence and said, “I told you to change clothes.” I walked out of my room pretending I had just had sex with my son.
We didn’t talk about that conversation again the entire night and we both went back to our superficial mother-son conversation.
disturbing wet dreams
That night, in bed, my subconscious took me deeper into the thoughts underlying beneath the surface.
Joey was in my room wearing his dad’s outfit, looking at me with a self-satisfied smile, “How do I look, Mom?”
The way he said mom was totally different from his usual tone and I felt a sexual tension between us, my pussy getting wet, staring at my handsome son. “You look beautiful.”
“Isn’t it hot?” she asked with a crooked and playful smile.
“Yeah, Joey, you look really hot,” I matched, even though deep inside I thought he looked good enough to swallow whole.
“Kneel, Mother,” he ordered, walking slowly toward me.
“Pfft- excuse me?” I stuttered, my pussy instantly getting wetter at his words while my mind tried to comprehend the four words my son had just said.
“Get on your knees,” he repeated softly, then came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
“B-but you’re my son,” I protested weakly, even as I felt my body succumb to the gentle pressure of his hands, forcing me to my knees.
“You’re eager to give up, aren’t you, Mom?” she asked, somehow knowing what I wanted.
I didn’t react as I was now at crotch level and was in a daze.
“Answer the question, Mom,” he ordered, his tight black pants covering his stiff cock.
“This is wrong,” I said, even though I couldn’t take my eyes off his sculpted cock.
“Take it out, Mom,” she instructed. “We both know you want to take a closer look at it.”
“I shouldn’t,” I replied weakly as my hands unzipped his.
“Yes, you should,” she replied firmly.
“But I’m your mother,” I pointed out, even though I could see the tip of his cock sticking out of his boxers.
“Now you’re just another mom for my personal pleasure,” he corrected, freeing his fully erect penis from the restrictive fabric barrier.
“But…” I started but couldn’t finish because I was so mesmerized by his long, thick cock.
“But what?” he asked, his tone showing he knew exactly why I didn’t finish my sentence.
I can’t put into words why I shouldn’t kneel in front of my eighteen year old son, I just sat there frozen, unable to take my eyes off his perfect cock.
Seeing that he had me where he wanted me, he ordered, “Take my cock in your hand.”
I obeyed, his cock feeling like steel in my small hands.
“Touch it,” he demanded.
I obeyed again, shutting myself off from reality as I focused completely on the task at hand.
“Do you want to suck it?” he asked after a minute.
“I don’t know,” I stuttered, even as my mouth watered with insatiable hunger.
He poked my lips with the tip of the mushroom and asked, “Are you sure you don’t know?”
“Joey, you’re my son,” I said, looking at him.
“And you are a slut now, my slut,” he replied, rubbing his cock against my lips.
My face burned with embarrassment, but I opened my mouth and took him between my lips.
“Good mom,” he mumbled. “You look so good taking my cock in your mouth.”
I slowly moved my tongue around his cock, surprised by the reality that I was sucking my son’s cock.
“Tell me what you want, Mom,” he ordered, pulling his cock out of my mouth, showing surprising restraint for a teenager.
A thought went through my mind, I was no longer his mother and he was no longer my son, I was a horny slut and he was a hunky teen. I replied, “I want to suck your big hard cock.”
“But you are my mother,” he replied, taking advantage of my previous feeble resistance.
His cock was twitching slowly like a hypnotic clock and I replied, “No, I am your cock hungry slut who is ready to please you.”
“Will you give me your pussy?” he asked, thrusting his cock into my mouth and then pulling it out, a stimulating appetizer.
“Yes, fuck my pussy as much as you want with that long, thick stick of yours,” I replied, my only focus now being on pleasing him and obeying him.
“What about your ass?” he asked stuffing his cock in my mouth again and slowly fucking my face with his stiff cock.
I didn’t reply as my mouth was full of cock, but when he pulled out I replied like a good slut, “All my holes are yours, you can use them as you wish.”
“Good mom,” he yelled and put his cock back in my mouth and started fucking my face slowly. My hand reached down to my pussy and I rubbed my clit hard, trying to bring my hot pussy to orgasm. “Enough, slutty mom, stop trying to be my perfect toy; my own personal sex toy; my own cum bucket; my own mom’s slave.”
I rubbed and rubbed, his dirty talk intensifying my desire to come inside of me and call for my son. My orgasm continued, my cum spurting out in a torrent as my son released his white seed into my throat.
I woke up soaked in sweat and my hands were in my soaked panties, apparently waking up from my shockingly vivid dream. I widened my eyes and my dream came back to me. Had I really dreamed of becoming my son’s sex slave? Apparently I had based on my very wet panties. I was ashamed of my thoughts, even if only in a dream. As a psychiatrist, I know that dreams often reveal the truth about our subconscious, which makes my incest dream all the more shocking.
I got up, put on my dirty underwear and went back to bed, still upset by the reality of my dream. Eventually I concluded that it was a combination of what I was seeing today and the lack of sex since my husband died. I tossed and turned for a while before falling asleep.
I really need to learn more about sleeping with my son and my son’s dirty secrets
