The sluty mom’s story Part 2

Note : This story is completely fictional!

 Hai readers the slutty mom starts her hungry for her own son’s cock read the erotic seond part.
I couldn't sleep, so I got up in the middle of the night to get a glass of milk. I passed Bethovan's room in the hallway and paused, wondering if he was awake, wondering if he was thinking of me. Wondering what would happen if I went in. But I moved past. And stopped at Beckin's room, wondering again what would happen if I went in. I wondered if he wanted me--if I could have him if I wanted to. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't the case, but in the end, I knew that just like Bethovan, he was mine for the taking. I kept walking.

On a hunch, I looked out the front window. The kitchen light was on across the way at Jesica's place. I needed someone to talk to. I slipped on my sandals, pulled a jacket on over my nightgown, and went out into the suburban night. There was a warm breeze, and the neighborhood was so quiet. I went around to the back of the house, and peeked in through the window. Jesica was sitting at the kitchen table, her laptop in front of her. She was drinking some sort of juice and wearing flannel pajamas. I tapped quietly on the window.

She looked up, startled, but smiled when she saw me.

"Hey," she whispered as she opened the door. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah. I just needed to talk."

She nodded. "Rion sleeps lightly. Let's go for a walk."

She met me around at the front door, sandals and a jacket over her pajamas. She had Norberg, one of her dogs with her. "We'll go to the park," she said.

We walked quietly for a little while. "Is it what it looks like?" she said at last.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"You told me you weren't getting any. Not that I'd necessarily expect you to tell the truth about something like that. I mean, I can understand why you lied."

"No, I was telling the truth yesterday. All of this, it just happened today."

"Really?"

I nodded.

"And how was it?"

I waited a while before answering. "It was really, really good."

"I thought so. Hottest sex I've had in my life was with my cousin. I was twenty one. We screwed on the rec-room pool table after thanksgiving dinner. I came like ten times."

"Something about the really awful, sinful stuff."

"Yeah. Of course, I don't have the option of going any further. I'm fucking the boy from down the street now, which is probably about as close as I could get to incest. With no son, I mean. Of course there's my daughters, but I'm not really bi..." she thought about what she was saying, how she had said that to me right before we made out. We laughed together. "So maybe I will do my daughters. Bethovan's a stud though. You're so lucky. You have to tell me the details."

So I did. Everything from the beginning, even about how Bethovan had been listening when she and I made out with the vegetables. I told her everything I said to Bethovan, everything he did to me.

"Wow. That's really hardcore. Send that in to some magazine you will get more point it is conquer Incester’s stories."

I shrugged, feeling better about the whole thing. "What if I had the opportunity to do Beckin, too?"

"Really?"

"I don't know, I'm just thinking about it."

"One at a time, or both at once?"

The image formed in my mind of straddling Bethovan's cock while Beckin fucked me up the ass. I looked at Jesica, who had her eyes closed. She was apparently imagining the same thing.

"Two brothers. That would be hot," she said. "Especially if they were twins. Or a father and a son, that's even more taboo, I think. Like Bethovan and Hogan."

I laughed. "Good luck with that. Hogan hasn't gotten hard in years."

Jesica shrugged. We stopped walking and turned toward each other, again seeming to think the same thing, and then leaned toward each other for a gentle, passionate kiss. It was so tender and sensual, but I felt the bite of arousal behind her tongue.

"You're my best friend," she told me. "And I'll never second-guess you're decisions. I'm just glad you're honest with me."

I nodded. "Of course."

"And you have to keep giving me details."

When I got home, I went upstairs and immediately slipped into Beckin's room. It made perfect sense: were I to have sex with Beckin, it would make him an accomplise in incest, and would guarantee his silence. Deep down, I knew that wasn't the real reason. I wanted to fuck my younger son, I wanted to see how far I could take this.

I stood above his bed, wondering how to proceed as my eyes became accustomed to the low light. There would be no need for seduction, no need to discuss it. I knelt down, drew back the covers from his pale, moon-blue chest, and slipped my hand down inside his boxer shorts. He was warm and flaccid, and I touched him gently, wondering how aroused I could get him before he would wake up. My heart was beating so heavily that my chest was a little sore. The only thing more exciting than a young lover was a new young lover. How would he react? What would he say? Or would he just lie there and pretend to be asleep? He was growing beneath my hand, the tension of his root strong enough to draw from its resting position and push at the thin cotton of the boxers. I untucked him, poking his cock up through the opening in his shorts, and then leaned forward, and wrapped it in my mouth. It was long and slender, not a thick cock like Bethovan's. It was a good cock for sucking. It would be a good cock for ass-fucking, too. I worked my mouth around it, letting it rub against the roof of my mouth. Beckin stirred in his sleep, then went still, then moved again and suddenly sat up.

"Mom?"

"Lie back, Beckin," I mumbled, barely taking him out of my mouth.

Beckin slowly slid back down. "What are you doing, mom?"

I took him out of my mouth, and moved down to his balls, licking them softly. "It's called a blowjob sweetie."

"I know what it is," he whispered fiercely.

"Oh, you've had them before?" I asked, keeping my voice low.

"Maybe. But why..."

"After your little letter today, I was worried that you'd get jealous of your big brother. You know I love you every bit as much as I love him," I said, and then sucked one of his balls into my mouth.

"Oh mom."

I shushed him. "Quiet now. Just lay back and cum for me." I took his cock in my mouth again, and began to suck. I could feel myself getting so wet beneath my housecoat, and I reached one hand down to touch myself, slipping a finger over my clit in long strokes.

"I just want your cum right now, baby. But you can fuck me sometime," I said, then plunged my mouth down on his cock. "If you want to," I added next time I came up. I pushed down again as far as I could, and then swallowed, pushing down at the same time. I gagged a bit, but he was in my throat now. I had never done this before. I had read it in magazines, how to deep throat, but with Hogan being so eternally flaccid, I had never gotten the chance to use that knowledge. Until now. It was a little uncomfortable, having him in my throat as I gently worked in and out. But what I was doing was so hot that it counteracted the discomfort. I pushed down further, at the same time slipping a finger deep inside myself, finger-fucking myself in time with Beckin's cock in my throat. Then I discovered that if I pushed down all the way and stuck out my tongue, I could lick Beckin's tight little sack while deep-throating him. Beckin wrapped a hand through my hair, pushing and pulling a little roughly. I could tell how much he liked that, the deep-throat/tongue combination. And when he started to cum, I could feel it first against my tongue, the throbbing at the base of his shaft. So I pulled myself up, drawing my tongue along the bottom of his cock, until just his head was still inside me, and his cum squirted out onto my tongue, my teeth, trickling down the back of my throat.

I swished it around in my mouth. It was a little more mild than Bethovan's, not nearly as salty. A bit more sweetness. I swallowed it back, and then slid up Beckin's body, giving him a little kiss on the lips.

"You're cum is delicious, baby."

"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Am I dreaming?"

I gave him another kiss. "You'll have to wait and see," I said. I slipped out of his room, down the hall, and into my own room. Hogan was snoring. I climbed into bed, and tried to decide whether I wanted to continue masturbating. I hadn't cum yet, but so much had happened today already, and I felt certain I would have the opportunity to do more than simply masturbate tomorrow.

The life of a housewife can't be all sex, though, and I spent most of the morning getting things set up for Beatrice's nineteenth birthday, which was only a day away. I was midway through wrapping when I realized that I hadn't bought Beatrice any clothes yet this year. I got my purse and wallet and went out to the minivan, and drove down the mall about fifteen blocks from our house. There were lots of teenagers hanging about, since it was the middle of summer, and the only kids not at the mall were the ones taking summer-school, such as Beckin and Beatrice.

I was going in and out of clothing stores, trying things on, when I came across a cute little pleated plaid skirt. It was very sexy, sort of a school-girl outfit. Not the sort that Beatrice wore, though. She didn't have many guys in her life who would appreciate her dressing sexy like that. But maybe that was the problem--she always dressed in very common clothes so she never stood out to the guys. I decided she needed something more provocative. I bought the skirt in her size, then found a matching tie, a white cotton shirt, and a pair of white knee-highs. She didn't have shoes to match the outfit--mostly she wore running shoes--but I'd let her buy her own. This was definitely what she needed--it was the sort of outfit I had seen in music videos or on the covers of mens magazines.

When I got home, there was a message on the machine from Hogan. He was leaving work early and was wondering if we needed any groceries. He said that since I wasn't home he'd pick up some milk and bread, since we always needed them. He was a thoughtful man, caring and honest. I felt bad that things had turned out the way they did between us. Not a loveless marriage by any stretch, but certainly a sexless marriage. Of course, it had been my fault, too. I had withdrawn from him after the children. Not consciously, of course. Maybe, though, it was something in my subconscious where I had associated the sex between us with pregBeatrice, childbirth, and the stress of raising the kids.

I was thinking about all of this as I started wrapping the outfit for Beatrice. I had worn sexy outfits like this once. Not in the past few years, though. And Beatrice's size was pretty close to mine... I stripped down right there at the table and quickly pulled on the outfit. It fit pretty well--I could tell as I was putting it on. I had to see how I looked in the mirror. I ran upstairs to the main bedroom, and stood in front of the full-length mirror. It was really, really stunning. I looked like a playboy model, except maybe for my large nose. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, which made me look even younger. Of course, I could never wear this outfit out in public. Was it a little too much for my daughter to wear? I began to question the logic of giving it to her.

Just then, the door slammed downstairs, and Hogan called out a "Honey, I'm home."

I quickly began to change out of the outfit, but then I began to wonder what Hogan would think of it. I pulled the knee-highs back up, and crossed the hallway into Beatrice's empty room.

"I'm upstairs, dear," I called down to Hogan. "Come up here for a moment, I need your opinion on something."

He came up the stairs and turned into the master bedroom. "Over here," I said from across the hall.

As he turned to look, I gave him my best pouty-sexy face.

"Ummm, wow."

"What do you think?"

"It's... a really different look for you, honey."

"It's not for me, I bought it for Beatrice. But now I'm thinking it might be too sexy for her."

"Yeah, she's not given to sexy outfits."

"She's at that age now," I said. "It wouldn't hurt for her to have some sexy clothes." I turned my back to Hogan and bent over at the hips, smoothing out one of my knee-highs.

"Remember what I would wear when we met?"

Hogan laughed. "I remember you had that super-tight beatnik black turtleneck and then you'd just wear tights underneath. And a beret."

"I loved that. I loved being your beatnik sex goddess."

He didn't say anything for a while. I hadn't meant to trap him in a conversation about our relationship, it just happened that we got here. I just wanted to feel sexy in his eyes again.

"You haven't worn it in a while."

He was right, of course. I bent over again, this time looking back at him over my shoulder. "I can be your schoolgirl sex goddess, though. I can be your sexy schoolgirl, your naughty nun, your german army dominatrix, whatever your fetish is, Hogan." I ran my hand up the inside of my thigh, hoping to make myself irresistible, but at the same time emotionally readying myself for rejection, for Hogan to turn and leave the room. But instead, he undid his belt, and my heart leapt.

"You like this?" I asked him in my most innocent voice. "You want to be my schoolteacher? You want to give me a lesson? Or maybe you want to be my daddy. Is that what you want?" I could see alarm on his face. Not revulsion, just alarm. Perhaps I had guessed his deepest fantasy. "That's, it, isn't it? You want your little girl desperate and eager for your enormous sex." I turned to face him, running my hands over my body, caressing my breasts and getting deliciously turned on. Seducing Bethovan and Beckin had been hot, yes. But it had been so easy. I never actually doubted that I could. But seducing Hogan--I wasn't sure I still had that in me.

"Oh Sayonora..." he whispered, coming towards me.

"Call me Beatrice," I said. "Call me Beatrice, daddy."

"Oh Beatrice..."

I moved back as he walked toward me, giggling innocently. "I've wanted you so long, daddy. Ever since I was a little girl and I first learned about sex. I remember when I'd pretend to get scared and want to sleep with you and mom, and I'd feel the warmth of your body and I just wanted to reach down and hold your cock."

I sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing my legs. "Did you want me too, Daddy?"

He nodded, awkwardly, just watching me. I could see his erection through his pants. It looked as big as ever. "When I'm with my boyfriends, sometimes I pretend that it's you. Do you pretend it's me when you're fucking mommy?"

Hogan gave a half-smile then. "You're mommy and I haven't had sex for a very long time."

"When you're fucking your secretary then?" I said it without thinking, and then immediately regretted it. I had figured it out at a Christmas party four years ago, but I had never let on.

Hogan looked hurt and offended. "How did you know?"

"Mommy told me," I said, staying in character to avoid having the argument turn suddenly serious. "But it's alright, she said that she still loves you very much... So did you think about me?"

"Well, Miss Hutchins and I haven't done that for a couple years. But yes, I fantasized about you when I was screwing her. And sometimes, I thought about your mother."

It was so sincere and honest that I wanted to break character and give Hogan a huge hug. But I had to stay with it. "Can you show it to me?" I asked, pointing toward his crotch. I didn't want to delay any longer, incase the moment was lost.

He unzipped his pants, and dropped them and his shorts down to his knees. I squealed in girlish delight. "Oh, it's so big! Bigger than any of my boyfriends."

"You have a lot of boyfriends?"

"Only a couple. And sometimes, I fool around with Bethovan or Beckin. And your cock is bigger than either of theirs. I'm such a dirty girl." I tried to give him a look from behind my character, show him that I was being honest. It's so much easier to be honest when you're not being yourself.

Anyway, his cock was huge. Since we met at a sex party, it would be safe to say that it was the first thing I noticed about him.

"Can I touch it?"

"Yes Nanc, touch it for me."

It was reaching out for me, that elusive creature that had seemed to ignore me for almost a decade. I gently stroked it. "It's so beautiful, daddy. I've waited so long for this."

All ready there was a bit of pre-cum on the tip, so leaned forward, licking it off delicately. "I hope there's more where that came from." I opened wide, and sucked him deep in my mouth. I wanted to deepthroat him, the way I had done Beckin, but I needed to work up to it... Hogan was so much thicker.

"That's it, baby," he moaned, his hand wrapping around my ponytail, pulling me against him. I loved that, having his hands in my hair. Hogan had the most erotic, enormous hands. "That's it, my girl."

"Okay daddy, my turn," I said after taking him out of my mouth. I spread my legs wide, laying back on the bed. I stroked the inside of my thigh, then slipped my hand inside my panties. "I'm so wet, daddy."

He knelt in front of me, and kissed his way up, following my hand. his mouth was warm, and I loved the saliva cooling on my skin. Refreshing. Then I felt his lips through my panties, nuzzling a bit, then licking gently. He pulled the panties aside, and I shuddered as his tongue touched my bare pussy.

I closed my eyes and relaxed. It was really nice being eaten out not by one of my sons or my best friend from across the street, but by my husband (even if it was during some perverse, incestuous fantasy). There's a delicious comfort to it, so I spread my legs wide, urging him to continue. I unbuttoned my shirt enough that I could stick a hand inside and play with my breasts. Hogan gave a moan, and I looked down to see that he was looking up, watching me touch my breasts. I just grinned, laid my head back, and continued.

I suddenly startled and aroused by the touch of his tongue against my asshole. "Oh, Har... er... daddy, that feels so good. Nobody has licked me there before."

"No? Has anybody fucked you there?"

"No, but I like how it feels. I sometimes slip a finger in there when I'm masturbating. I masturbate a lot, I'm such a bad girl."

"Well, maybe I should slip my cock in there."

"But your cock is so big, daddy."

"It'll fit, it just needs a bit of lubricant."

On a hunch, I rolled over and opened Beatrice's bedside table drawer. Sure enough, there was a little tube of Vaseline in there, along side a moderately-sized purple dildo. I took the Vaseline out and handed it to Hogan. He looked surprised, and we exchanged a smile, for a moment no longer role-players but parents who have just discovered something a little surprising about their daughter.

I pulled my panties off and rolled over onto my stomach. "fuck my ass, daddy." I closed my eyes, and concentrated on the feeling as he slipped a well-lubricated finger inside me. "How's that feel?"

"Oh, you're so nasty, daddy! Finger-fucking your daughter's ass!"

He climbed on top of me, and wasted no time in pushing himself inside. It was sharp, a little bit painful and he surged deep into me. Part of me wanted to cry out; I always felt conflicted when I was violated like this. But the pain subsided quickly and I was left with the delicious joy of anal sex. I began to buck my hips back into him, eliciting a loud slap with each thrust.

"Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your slutty little daughter's ass."

"You like that, Beatrice?"

"I love it!"

I rose up to my hands and knees, so that I could buck back harder against him, and his hand went to the front of my shirt, ripping it open roughly, clutched at my breasts, squeezed the nipples to full length. Then he took my ponytail in his hands again and pulled at it, pulling my neck back. Not to far, just enough to make every nerve on my head tingle and shudder. It sent me over the edge, and I reached down, touching my pussy as my senses were flooded with the sweet honey of orgasm. It was painfully good, washing over me in waves. I'm gonna fill you up with cum, baby. I'm going to fill your ass--"

"No, I want it on my face."

"Your face?"

"Yeah, all over, like skin cream."

He pulled his thick shaft out, making my ass feel suddenly cold and empty, but I rolled over and slid down beneath him, gently wrapping a hand around his balls, a finger on his ass. And then he exploded upon me, his cum on my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, my lips, and salty and strong--like Bethovan's--down inside my mouth. Hogan just shuddered--his body taught--and then he collapsed on the bed beside me. I just looked around at the pink walls, and quietly hoped to myself that Beatrice would have as much fun in these games clothes as I had.

"I'll get you a washcloth," Hogan said.

I shook my head. "No, I like it on my face."

"You're so nasty. I always loved that about you."

"Maybe I shouldn't give this outfit to Beatrice," I said, grinning. "I should save it for us. Plus, now every time that you see her in this, you're going to think of sex."

"Yeah."

"As if you don't think of screwing her all the time already. Not that I mind."

"Are you sure you don't mind?" he asked me.

I wanted to tell him about Bethovan and Beckin. "I would love for you to fuck her. I mean that truthfully. I think it would do her good, and I want you to have all your fantasies fulfilled."

"It would be such an awful thing, though."

"What, incest? I don't think incest is so bad, as long as it's between consenting adults."

"I guess not. Have you ever fantasized about it?"

I nodded. "I thought about my daddy when I was young. And now..."

"You think about Bethovan. Or Beckin."

"Both, yeah," I said. I took a deep breath. "And... in the last few days..." I couldn't believe I was telling my husband this, "... I've done a lot more than fantasize about them."

"You mean you..."

"Yes."

"With both of them..."

"Yes."

"At the same time?"

"No. Separately."

Hogan didn't say anything for a few minutes.

"What are you thinking?" I asked him.

"I dunno, I guess that's pretty hot. I mean, I'm a little jealous but it's not like I didn't deserve to be cheated on. When I was a boy, I'd fantasize about my mother."

"Yeah? You wanted to fuck her?" I remembered Hogan's mother, now somewhat faded, but she had been really glamourous when I first met her, with a curvy body and tremendous breasts.

"Yeah. So I guess I'm jealous of the boys because they get to fuck their hot mother and I never did."

"So you don't mind?"

"As long as I'm still the alpha-male, no, I guess I don't."

"And I don't mind if you fuck Beatrice," I offered.

"Really? But I'm not sure she would want to."

"Well, if you ever want to seduce her, let me know and I'll do everything I can to help. Maybe we can even have a threesome sometime."

The ejaculate was starting to dry on my face, and I didn't want to let it go to waste. "Back in a minute," I said, and ran downstairs. I took a spoon and gently spooned the cum off of my face and dropped it into a bowl. An impressive load, but I would need more. I put some cling-wrap over it and put it in the freezer, then went upstairs, taking my clothes to the master-bedroom and stripping out of the schoolgirl outfit. There was cum on the collar of the shirt. I'd need to wash it before wrapping it.

Hogan was in the shower, singing happily to himself. I couldn't believe we had sex. I didn't think it was going to happen again after all this time. I sat on the bed and just listened to him sing.