Mom Humiliates Pussy Licking Son 1

The author wishes it to be known she does not condone incestuous relationships in real life, but recognises it is a common fantasy and one shared by many.  This series of stories are based on real events.

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 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.

I sucked greedily on her wet fingers, tasting for the first time the salty and bitter taste of my own sperm.  How humiliating.

‘Go to your room!’ she said.  I slunk away, still unable to look her in the eye. I lay on my bed, crying into my pillow. But my tears stopped when I heard the sounds coming from her bedroom.  My bedroom door was open and I could hear her breathing deeply, breaths that were becoming increasingly laboured.

I got off my bed and tip toed across the landing. Mom had left her door open and through the crack I could see her lying on her bed fingering herself to an orgasm.  I watched in silence and felt my youthful cock become hard again.  Although it was still sore from her rough handling of it when she made me cum, I played with it and spurted a second time as she moaned loudly and orgasmed herself.

Fearing she’d catch me again, I hurried quietly back to my room and fell into a deep sleep.

Nothing more was ever said about this incident, but mom was no less discrete in the way she dressed around me.  If anything, she seemed to take more opportunities to flash her pussy or tits around the house. 

It wasn’t long after that I went to collage and began my adult life.  I met a girl, got a job and got married.  But even though I had a pretty young wife, the memory of my encounter with mom that day stayed fresh in my mind.  I started to buy magazines with pictures of older women flashing their delicious pussies for the camera, but non-compared to the pussy of my mom and I would often secretly wank recalling that special moment when I actually had my face pressed to her cunt.

Then, my life changed.  I was back home with mom and feeling very sorry for myself.  My sex life with my ex had dwindled to nothing (that’s because she’d taken a very macho lover).  We didn’t have children, so the divorce was swift and easy. Staying in my mom’s house while I got myself sorted out seemed like a good idea. 

Guess what?  She stll let me see glimpses of her pussy and tits around the house. It wasn’t long before I was visiting the laundry basket again.  She may have gotten a lot older since my last rummages in there, but she still dressed smart and still wore nice lacy panties and lingerie. The dried juices on the panties still smelt good. And I wanted to have my face buried in her cunt again. This time I wanted to taste my mom’s pussy for real.

So, I wrote her a letter and left it out on the kitchen table before I went to the office.

“Dear Mom

Do you remember when you caught me masturbating with your panties all those years ago? We never talked about it, but I haven’t forgotten and I don’t suppose you have either. Mom, it was the biggest turn on of my life.

I want to make a confession.  I still very horny for your beautiful wet pussy.

Since coming back home, I’ve been thinking about your juicy wet pussy all the time.  And I keep wanking myself silly thinking about licking you down there. 

I know I’m a bad boy for thinking about mommy’s pussy in the way I do. Trouble is, you are a very sexy mum and that’s why I get hard thinking about you. 

And although we both know its wrong, I think the idea turns you on as much as it does me.

Please let me lick your pussy mom.  I beg you.  I want to smell and taste my mommy’s pussy and make my mommy happy. I’m sure licking your pussy will please you and make you smile.

Love

Your perverted son.”

The moment I drove off to the office I began to have second thoughts.  What had I just done?  Was I insane?  For God’s sake, a grown man asking to lick his mom’s pussy?

How would she react?  Would she throw me out of her home?  I was as nervous as a kitten, I really had no idea how she would react to such a brazen statement of intent.

Needless to say, I secretly hoped she’d be mad at me and show it.

When I got back home that night there was no sign of mom.  My stomach churned anxiously.  I went up to my room intending to get undressed and have a shower. As I started to undress, I noticed a pair of mom’s panties on my bed. I went and picked them up. They were black lace and heavily soiled with her juices…freshly soiled. 

I couldn’t believe it and held them to my nose before starting to lick and suck the wetness from the gusset.  If I wanted an answer to my silly letter I had one.  Then I sensed I wasn’t alone.  I turned and mom was standing at the door of my room.  She was wearing a short brown dress with black stockings and heels. In her hands were a small cat-o-nine tails and a wooden ruler.

‘I always knew you were a sissyboy pussy loving pervert,’ she said with a sneer.  ‘Down on your knees boy.’

Willingly, I sunk to my knees and she walked slowly towards me.

She stopped and slowly began to raise her skirt, higher and higher and I got to see her stocking tops properly, stretched taught across her shapely thighs. Then her panties came into full view, little black ones with a white gusset.  Sticking her thumbs in at their sides, she slowly lowered them to the mid point of her thighs so revealing her now more sparse and greying pubic hair.

‘Is this what my little pervert of a son wanted to see?’

‘Yes mom,’ I said shamefully.

‘Does my sisyboy son still love his mommy’s pussy?’

‘Yes mommy, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never stopped thinking about your pussy since…’ My voice trailed off.  Although I was a grown man, suddenly I felt like I was ten years old again.

‘Then put your pathetic face into the crotch of mommy’s panties while they are still around her legs.’

‘Now?’

‘Yes now you stupid little bastard!  Put your nose right into the crotch son.’

I shuffled across the floor on my knees until I was kneeling before her.  I looked up and she looked down at me.   

Like she did all those years ago, she pushed my face between her legs and forced my face into the heavily soiled crotch of her damp panties. My cock was hard in a second and without further encouragement, I buried my nose in the material and unashamedly savoured my mom’s most intimate bodily scents. 

After what seemed like an eternity in heaven, Mom roughly pulled me away and, without removing her stilettos, stepped out of her panties, then clasped my face pushing it onto her pussy.  Only then did I realise how excited she was by what had happened.  I could see her pussy was soaking wet.

Instinctively I wanted to bury my tongue burrowed between the lips of her pussy and went to do so.

‘Not yet ‘You pathetic little pervert!’ my mother screamed at me.  She brought the little whip down hard on my naked back. ‘You’re going to have to earn the right to kiss mommy’s pussy.’

She turned towards me.  I looked longingly at her pussy. ‘My boy, the mommy loving  pervert.  So you silly little bastard, you want to be mommy’s pussy slave?’

‘Yes mom,’ I said shamefully, not daring to look in her eye.  ‘I do.  You don’t know how much I’ve missed your pussy mom.’ 

‘You silly little wanker!’ she purred with a wicked smile. ‘You and your girlie sized cock deserved to be humiliated and punished!’

She pulled my face to her pussy and held it there.

‘Remember how I used to tweak your puny little cock when you were in the shower?’

‘Yes mom.’

‘I’m going to have to teach you there’s a penalty attached to being a mommy pussy lover,’ she said. ‘You want mommy’s pussy?  Well, you are going to have to do everything and anything your mommy asks you from now on.  Is that understood?’

‘Yes mom,’ I said from within her pubic bush.

‘OK, then you may suffer at your leisure,’ she said.  ‘Because now you have agreed, there will be no turning back. You will be my pussy slave.’

She turned around and leaning with her hands against the chest of drawers, presented her backside. 

‘Let’s see what you’re really made of; I want you to lick my asshole!’

I’d never even contemplated licking her asshole, not even in my wildest fantasies. 

Kneeling behind her I smothered the flesh of her buttocks with kisses. 

‘That isn’t good enough!’ she sneered. ‘I SAID I WANT YOU TO LICK MY ASSHOLE!  Get your nose between my cheeks and smell it first!’

Mom reached behind her and pulled her cheeks to fully apart expose her little brown rosette. I moved my head forward and pressed my nose against it.

‘Breath deep, smell mommy’s dirty little asshole.’

Then she pushed her ass into my face.  ‘Lick it!’

Gently I circled her asshole with my tongue.  The flavour of her anus immediately exploded on my taste buds and she moaned in obvious delight. 

‘Now put that tongue of yours inside my asshole, you pathetic little wretch!’

Gaining confidence, my tongue probed deeper, pushing inside her gammy hole. I dug as deep as I could, licking and sucking for all I was worth. And every time I probed, so she moaned in delight and pleasure.

‘You like the taste of my asshole don’t you?’ she asked contemptuously.

‘Yes mom ,’ I replied.

‘How humiliating is it for you to lick your own mother’s asshole?’ she asked turning towards me again. ‘Look me in the eyes and tell me!’

I couldn’t help it, but tears welled up in my eyes.  She knew what I wanted.  And I wanted to be humiliated and hurt by her.

‘You pathetic little pervert!’ my mother screamed at me and slapped my face and then brought the whip down hard on my naked back. ‘She thrust her pussy towards me.  ‘You may kiss me there.’

I started to smother the object of my desire with loving butterfly kisses. 

Pushing me away with a little laugh, she went and sat on the bed.  ‘Come here,’ she demanded.  I stood in front of her, naked and my erection all too obvious.

Her right hand encircled and clasped my balls.  Her sharp fingernails clawed my scrotum.

‘Don’t you dare cum until I tell you!’ she sneered.

‘‘No mommy, I…I’ll try not to,’ I said I wincing as she dug her talons deeper into my tender skin. ‘Please mommy, you’re hurting me!’

‘Of course I’m hurting you! You deserve to be hurt. And now you have confessed your sins, I am going to hurt you many times Alex,’ she said.  ‘Now and in the future I’m going to punish you because you need to be punished. You are not just a little pussy loving pervert, you are a mommy loving pussy pervert and mommy knows your pathetic cock needs to be humiliated and punished for all the times it got hard thinking of me.  It’s so small isn’t it? No wonder your wife left you!’

Tears began to well in my eyes again, she had no idea how close to the truth she was.  When Carole, my ex, had gone off with the other man, her parting remark was that he had a cock three times the size on mine which satisfied her in a way that I never could.

But then again, her pussy never excited me in the way my mom’s did and now I was heading towards heaven.

‘She reached for the wooded ruler.  If I hadn’t initially realised what it was for I did now.  Still clasping my balls in an iron grip, she brought the ruler down on my erection.  Again and again she hit it with the ruler.  I winced and cried out.  But she took no notice.

‘You are a silly little bastard.  You are a sissy pussy loving little slut, she shouted as she hit me. ‘Well you are going to be mommy little pussy slave from now on!  Mommy’s silly little wanker because you’re a mummy loving pervert.’

And I loved it, mom humiliating me.  The blows from the ruler on my hard cock only served to excite me even further…and she knew it.

‘So what do you want most son?’ she asked with a superior air.

‘You don’t know how much I want to taste you pussy mom,’ I said nervously.

‘Get on your knees.  You can watch mommy playing with herself.  I knelt in front of her and was mesmerised by the sight of her playing with her clit and sticking her fingers inside her pussy.

Then she stopped, making me lick her fingers.  ‘Is that what my little pussy loving son wants?  To taste his mommy’s pussy?’

‘Yes, mommy, please mommy.’

‘Then you can make mommy happy and lick her pussy clean,’ she said, pushing my head down towards her cunt. ‘At long last my sissy boy son has his wish granted.’

I didn’t wait to be told a second time.  I buried my face into her pussy, licking her clit and deep inside of her, tasting my mom, smelling her and savouring her sex.

She moaned appreciatively and laid back on the bed as I unashamedly adored and worshipped her powerful and by now, very wet pussy.  She grabbed my hair, directing me and pulling my face this way and that into her moistness as she writhed with pleasure. 

I knew that my pleasure from now on would be giving her pleasure and knowing I’d be punished if I didn’t get it right.  Indeed, once or twice she sat up and lashed my back with the whip  ‘Do it right you pathetic little bastard!’ she screamed.

Suddenly her breathing became quicker and I felt her shudder.  She yelled out as she orgasmed in my face.  I didn’t lick her any more, but stayed gazing at her pussy, her wonderful old pussy, the sight of which gave me so much pleasure.

‘On the floor!’ she ordered.

As she rolled off the bed and got up, I went to lay face up on the floor.  Hands on hips, she towered over me, directly above my face, her dress hitch slightly.  I looked up at her exposed pussy under her dress.

‘This is a special test son,’ she said quietly.  ‘Fail this and you will never ever lick my pussy again.  Understood?’

I nodded as she gradually began to lower herself to a crouch and then went onto her knees.  I couldn’t believe it; she was going to sit on my face. 

In a moment I was being smothered by mom’s beautiful pussy.  She pushed down hard on my face, almost preventing me from breathing.  It seemed to amuse her to feel me struggling for breath under her.  She rode my face, oblivious to me, using my nose and mouth as a human machine to satisfy her.  Then I felt something inside her contract.  I didn’t realise what was happening for a moment.  Then I tasted the first few salty drops. 

‘Drink my piss.  Drink every last drop my son or else!’ she commanded.

A trickle became a stream and my mouth was flooded with her urine. I gulped it down as fast as I could, but it kept on coming, I drank as much as I could but some of it spilled over my face and onto the floor. After what seemed an eternity the flow of piss ceased and I spluttered and coughed as she climbed off of my face.

‘There, did you like your old mom’s piss?’ she asked.

‘’Yes mom, yes…’ I sobbed, quite overcome with emotion.  To be my mom’s human toilet was as pleasurable for me as it was humiliating.

‘Then you will be my daily toilet slave from now on.  Every time I want to take a leak, you will open your mouth and drink it.’

‘Y...y…yes mom I stammered.

‘You didn’t do a very good job did you?’ she said.  ‘I’m going to have to punish you in a very special way for letting my pee spill on the floor.’

She turned around and lowered herself onto my face again. ‘Lick my asshole!’ she commanded.

‘I readily began to lick and did deep into her anus with my tongue.  Then I winced, my yelp was because of the stinging pain in my genitalia, but my cry was effectively stifled by her ass. Mom had brought the small whip down hard onto my cock and balls.  Again and again she lashed out with the whip.  The sensation was out of this world.  I didn’t know until then the pleasure that can come from the pain and humiliation of a cock.

‘Your cock is PATHETIC!’ she screamed as the blows landed one after the other.  ‘A pathetic girlie sized cock that could never ever satisfy a real woman.  Only a MOTHER could love it!’

Had she kept up the blows and verbal abuse I think I would have cum, but eventually she stood up.  And then turning towards me again said, ‘My poor little Alex.  Now you mommy is going to fuck you.’

She lowered herself down and onto my rock hard cock.  She took it and slipped into her pussy. My cock by now was oh so sore, but as I slid into her, the wetness of mom’s pussy was like a soothing balm.

She rode me, rocking back and forth and as she did so, tweaked my nipples hard.  I couldn’t hold back for long.  I was in heaven, my mom was fucking me, and I squirted my sperm deep into her loving pussy.

Afterwards she hugged me and gave me a little kiss on my lips.  The kiss became a long and passionate one. 

‘I love you mom,’ I said.

‘And I love my pussy loving pervert,’ she said with a thin smile. ‘And over time, you will show me just how much you love your mom and my pussy.’

From that day on, mom and I have had many adventures.  Perhaps you’d like me to tell you more about them.

Mom Humiliates Pussy Licking Son 2

The author wishes it to be known she does not condone incestuous relationships in real life, but recognises it is a common fantasy and one shared by many.  This series of stories are based on real events and were written by my ‘son’

lover.

I’m Alex, and if you don’t already know, I’

m a pathetic 31-year-old son who is regularly dominated by his mother. Today she stood towering over me. I was on my knees in front of her, my nose pressed against hard against her skirt, in-line with her pussy. It is very prominent pussy and I love the fact that her pubic hair is now sparse and grey. I am a slave to this magnificent orifice. There is no greater pleasure for me than to be close to it, to adore it and worship it, and be punished severely if I fail to please and pleasure mom in the ways she demands. 

But although I had grown to not only adore my aging mother and willingly experience the nasty punishments she devised for me, I was now sobbing, my tears staining her skirt. My arms were clasped around her thighs, and even though concealed by the skirt, the scent of her pussy was filling my nostrils as I pleaded with her not to make me undergo my latest humiliation.

‘Don’t be silly son,’ she said with a sneer. ‘You want to make your mommy happy don’t you?

’

‘Yes mom, but…’

  ‘No buts, it’s time you truly discovered your feminine side,’ she laughed. ‘It’s no good you dressing in stockings and high heels just for my benefit. It’s men who like to see sluts like you all dressed up in women’s clothes!

’

‘Please mom, please, not this, I’ll do anything but this…’

I begged, wiping away my tears.

‘Beg all you like you little mommy loving pervert! You’re a filthy little slut and you’re finally going to get your comeuppance!

’

Let me tell you how this began. I had come home from the office as usual and found mom entertaining a mature man, he must have been in his 60s. He was balding, had a beer belly and said nothing, simply maintaining a smirk as he eyed me up and down.

‘This is Wally,’ she said by way of introduction to this stranger. ’He knows all about your deviant desires son and how you like licking your mommy’s pussy. Now go to your room and wait for me to call you when I’m ready!’

Obediently and without comment, I went upstairs. When I entered my room I found mom had laid out some lingerie on my bed. This I knew was an instruction for me to wear it for her. I knew better than to think about it. Without further ado, I got undressed.

I began by slipping on the sheer black stockings. Then standing in front of the mirror, I hooked up the deep black lace garter belt and attached the suspenders to the stocking tops. I reached for the panties, which although high cut, barely hid my now semi-erect penis, erect in anticipation of whatever humiliation was to come.

Then I took the black lacy bra, A cup, just the right size to hold my man-boobs in place, followed by a sheer lace slip. I finished off the ensemble with four-inch high heels. I admired myself in the mirror for a moment, my cock hardening at the sight of myself in black lingerie. I’

m ashamed to say that as I had found out over the past few months, being dressed as a sissyboy was a turn on, but I dare not play with myself, as to cum prematurely before mom called me would result in a double punishment. 

Dressing complete, I sat on the bed and waited as I heard mom and another pair of feet, definitely male, ascend the stairs. Mom was whispering, but I couldn’t hear what she said. Then she laughed as she led the stranger into her bedroom, but I didn’t hear the door shut.  All too soon, I heard male grunts of the sort when fucking a woman. Mom’s bed creaked as Wally’

s cock pumped her old pussy. I heard her cry out, a triumphant orgasm given by another man, a noise she knew would humiliate me.

I anticipated that a creampie humiliation was going to be my punishment this evening. Not so long ago, Mom had caught me looking at pictures of hot, gooey creampie dripping out of women’s pussies. I can’t explain why, but the sight of freshly fucked pussy dribbling sperm had become a delicious and erotic masturbatory pleasure as I fantasized about being made to eat another man’s cum from the beloved pussy of my mother. Needless to say, Mom had made me confess and then made it a reality –

on a regular basis. 

How wrong could I be about what she had in store for me tonight? That was a question I asked myself now as tears ran down my face. Here I was, her sissyboy son, kneeling in front of her dressed in black lace lingerie and stockings while a strange man looked on.

I looked up at her. She seemed so powerful, dressed in her stilettos and expensive stockings. She hadn’t even bothered to get undressed when Wally had fucked her. Slowly she raised her skirt, up above her stocking tops and suspenders until I could see her white see-thru nylon panties.  It wasn’

t just her pubic bush I could see through the taught nylon. I could also see that her panties were severely stained by cum that had leaked from her pussy.

I had gotten used to performing creampie duties, but I had never met the men mom allowed to fuck her. This time, the cum of the man who had used my mom’

s pussy to deposit his sperm now sat on the bed smirking with contempt at me.

‘You may lower my panties,’

mom said with a sneer. I gently lowered her soiled knickers until they were half way down her thighs. The full extent of the goo now became evident. This guy was a heavy cummer, the gusset of her panties was soaked.  I looked at the sticky mess for a moment before performing my duties. 

‘Well what are you waiting for?’ she barked, reaching for the whip that lay on the bed in readiness. She brought the whip down hard onto my back and I visibly winced. ‘Get licking son, clean that filthy spunk off my panties now!

’

Slowly I bent my head down to the gusset and momentarily let the heady aroma of her cunt juices and warm sperm assail my nostrils.  She wasn’

t in the mood to wait, she pushed my head downwards and I took the gusset in my mouth and licked and sucked the goo from the material.

‘Don’t take all day slut!’ she yelled.  ‘My pussy is sore and I need it soothed with your tongue, mommy’s pathetic little sperm slut!

’

I sucked and licked the last of the goo off of her panties and as I raised my head, so she slipped out of them and placed them over my head, the gusset pressed against my nose.  ‘You’re so fucking pathetic!’

she sneered as she walked towards the bed and sat down, skirt raised and legs apart waiting for my attentions.

I moved over to where she sat on my knees. As I drew closer, I could now clearly see that thick globules of sperm smeared the lips of her sparsely hair old vagina. I pulled the gusset her panties to one side so I could gently began to lick and swallow Wally’s cum as I set about cleaning mom’

s swollen pussy lips.

Then I heard Wally come behind me. Roughly he shoved my face into mom’s pussy. ‘I want to see you lick you mom properly,’ he said. ‘Get to it you perverted little mommy loving boy!

’

Mom moaned as my tongue probed deep inside of her, slurping out Wally’s think white cum from within. I winced as I felt Wally’s hands roaming over my ass. ‘He’s a right little tart isn’t he,’ he said as his hands now slid down between my legs and groped my cock and balls that were imprisoned in the lace of my black panties. I could feel him fumbling down there, pushing my panties aside as he grasped my balls. I became distracted as he said ‘Nice ass. A real sissyboy, make no mistake.

’

‘LICK ME PROPERLY YOU SPERM SLUT!’ mom screamed down at me and she whacked me on my back with the whip. I tried to concentrate hard on my task, ignoring the attentions of the dirty old man now fiddling with my private parts. Suddenly mom pushed me away. ‘Enough, you pathetic little bastard of mine!

’

She stood up and as I looked up at her, so she place the stiletto heel of her right foot on my cock. ‘You love your mommy don’t you son?

’

‘Yes mom,’

I replied, feeling tears welling in my eyes again.

‘If you want mommy’s pussy, you have to do things for her don’t you?

’

‘Yes mom,’

I whimpered.

‘Perverted things, because you’re a little pervert aren’t you?

’

‘Yes mom.

’

‘No normal man wants to lick his mom’s pussy does he?

’

‘No mom.

’

‘But you’re not normal are you son? You love your mommy’s pussy don’t you? And you’re prepared to do anything to make sure you get to lick it aren’t you.

’

‘Yes mom,’ I said. ‘Anything.’

I could see in the corner of my eye that Wally was undoing the zip of his trousers. He produced a massive cock from within. It was erect and must have been 8 inches at least, thick with veins that stood out.

‘Stand up!’

she barked.

I slowly got to my feet, wobbling a little on my stiletto heels. Mom stepped forward and pulled down my panties to reveal my erection. ‘Let him see that pathetic little cock of yours.

’

’You said he wasn’t very big,’

Wally said smirking as he played with his more substantial organ.

‘Not big!’ mom laughed as she grabbed my balls. ‘It’s a weenie. That could never satisfy a real woman could it? Only a mother could love it,’ she said giving my weedy erection a smack with the palm of her hand. ‘Come over here Wally, put your cock up against his and let’s see the difference.

’

Wally obliged. He stepped out of his pants and shorts and came up to me. Standing directly opposite me, he pushed his cock up against mine and it was dwarfed. ‘Oh, it’s so little it’s like a girl’s clit,’

he said pressing his massive cock even more firmly up against mine.

Mom intervened; using both hands she rubbed our two members together.

I felt dirty, but there was joy too from being made to look so foolish in front of this man.

This is what a real man’s cock looks like,’ Wally said. ‘And it ain’t anything like yours is it? Are you embarrassed are you sissy boy?’ I nodded. ‘ So you should be, because you’re a dirty little mommy loving slut. And by the time I’ve finished with you, you’ll be a cock sucking slut too because this monster is going in your mouth before we’re finished with you tonight!’

‘I think son it’s time to show you what real sissyboys do. Don’t you agree Wally?

’

He nodded as mom came behind me. Mom began running her hands all over my body, getting lower and lower until she clasped my now exposed and very hard, if little, penis. She stepped aside as Wally came round to join her, roughly grabbing my arms and pulling them behind me. In a trice, he’d slapped on a pair of handcuffs and I so was now powerless to stop him from molesting me as he chose.

Ooooh, this is a very little organ isn’t it?’ he said, pulling the foreskin of my cock forwards, then rolling it back to reveal the head inside. ‘Cute.

’

‘CUTE? He thinks your baby boy cock is cute!’ Mom laughed cruelly. ‘I say it’s pathetic, don’t I son?’  What is it?

’

I mumbled weakly. ‘Pathetic mom.’

She slapped my face. ‘Tell me how pathetic!’ she demanded with a glint in her eye.

‘My penis is very pathetic,’ I said. ‘Not like a real man’s cock, not like Wally’s.’

‘It’s time to get down on your knees slut and show mommy how much of a sissyboy you really are.

’

I didn’t need to do this by myself; because Wally buckled my legs from behind and manhandled me to the floor. He helped me back onto my knees.

Tears were welling in my eyes and then began to stream down my face because I knew what was going to happen next. I looked up, and I could see his obviously superiority over me. He was a man, and he I knew was not. Still handcuffed I bent down and placed my lips on the cock head and began brushing my lips over it.

‘We’ll make a woman out of you yet!  Kiss it slut,’ Wally said. ‘Kiss my cock all over.

’

‘Look at his little prick!’ mom exclaimed. ‘He’s hard as a rock. He’s actually enjoying it!

’

Indeed, mom as perceptive as ever, saw and knew that in spite of my protestations, the prospect of having this man’s enormous member in my mouth was making me very aroused. As I kissed it all over, I felt wanted to submit to it’s strength and power. My tiny cock and enforced effemination meant that I was a sissy, and a pathetic cock sucker and a slave to Wally’s far more powerful organ. A sense of girlishness washed over me in a way that had never been the case when I was dressed in women’

s lingerie with mom.

I opened my mouth and he took hold of his cock and he slid the uncircumcised head slowly over my lips, dribbling pre-cum. I thought that I could experience no greater humiliation and yet as I locked my lips around his erection and began to lick under his foreskin, I wanted it deep in my mouth –

a wish about to come true.

"Suck my cock like the good sissy slut you really are,’

he said with menace in his voice as he forced his massive manhood further into my mouth. I greedily moved my head back and forth slowly along the shaft. Was this how a real girl did it? Mom answered my question.

‘That’s pathetic son, really pathetic. Don’t show me up, suck his cock properly!’ She grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me onto Wally’s erection. I gagged as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. Mom laughed and pushed my head still further onto the other man’

s hardness. I really gagged this time and she let go as I coughed and spluttered.

Wally clasped his hands around my head and made rhythmic thrusts into my willing mouth. From time to time he paused and then pushed really hard against my throat, making me gag again.

‘Stupid little slut, you’re not doing it right. I think your mom should punish you for that!

’

Mom reached for the whip and I felt it crack on my ass. Again and again she brought the whip down my exposed and tender flesh.

She pulled away from me abruptly and Wally grabbed my hair.

‘Lick his balls son!

’

‘Please mom…no!

’

‘LICK THEM NOW YOU SICK LITTLE PERVERT!

’

Wally held his big cock up to his stomach to fully expose his sizable testes.  Mom pushed my head forward and I began to lick them.  Why was licking his balls even more humiliating for me?  It felt like the most humiliating thing that I had ever done. But why did I enjoy being ashamed and humiliated by this overt display of his masculinity as evidenced by my rock hard erection?  

He let his cock fall and mom forced his swollen cock into my mouth once more. He roughly thrust his huge member in and out. Not content to watch, mom again pushed my head onto his cock so that it hit my throat and held me there. I gagged. That suddenly seemed to incense mom.

‘You pathetic little pervert! I’m going to punish you now!’ she yelled.

Before I knew what was happening, Wally had pushed me so I was half on, half off the bed and held me down as Mom gave me a sound spanking, hurling abuse at me as she did. I struggled, but it was no use, uncle held me firm.

SLAP SLAP SLAP…and on and on. I am ashamed to admit that I began to cry out loud.

At the end of this reign of blows, I knew my bottom must be very red. It was certainly sore, but I was still hard as a rock. But even with tears streaming down my face, I liked this, the way I was being roughly treated by mom and this strange man and I wanted more. And more was what I was going to get. Still prone lying on the couch, I felt uncle apply a lubricant to my anus and a butt plug was forced into me.

‘Now kneel and kiss mommy’s pussy,’

mom demanded. I was on my knees as she stood, proud and magnificent. She slowly raised her skirt to expose her pussy for my attention. She then sat down on the edge of the bed and regally parted her legs for me. I gingerly knelt before her. Wally undid my handcuffs so that I could be on all fours as I brought my tongue to her glistening pussy. She was soaking, very obviously aroused by our little game.

Wally produced mom’s paddle from somewhere. The first I knew of it was when he whacked my ass several times while I concentrated pleasing mom. My moan was stifled by mom’

s pussy, but the sight of me being beaten by Wally must have really aroused her as she was soaking down there.

Then I heard Wally say, ‘I’m going to fuck his pathetic little asshole!

’

"You fucking slut,’ he roared. ‘You’re just like every other sissy slut I’ve ever known. You tease me with your panties and your high heels; well it’s payback time. All girls get fucked and you’re about to get my cock in you.

’

Having pulled out the butt plug, he began fingering my anus. Suddenly he rammed his cock against me and gasped as I felt a sharp pain as his cock head roughly penetrated my sphincter. As I took my first man inside of my body and submitted to his manhood I moaned as I. ‘No, please no…

’

Mom laughed, ‘Too late my boy, there’s no going back. You really are sissy slut now aren’t you?

’

I felt Wally’

s cock as he pushed it deep and deeper into my ass. His left hand reached around me and pulling away the material of my flimsy bra, grasped my nipples, brutally pulling and tweaking them. His other hand descended to grasp and work my cock as he began to thrust himself into me.

I was now impaled on his cock and utterly helpless, he could do whatever he wanted to do to me and I had to accept it. He had taken possession of me. I was his ‘girl’ and the object of his aggressive lust. I began to moan in pain and pleasure. ‘Ohhh... Yesss... Fuck me and make a woman!

’

Shut up you stupid little cock loving slut!’

mom shouted at me. She grabbed my hair and forced my face into her wet pussy.

‘God, it’s so good to fuck a virgin,’ Wally muttered as he drove himself still deeper into me. I felt every inch of his cock’

s girth as he roughly and relentlessly pumped it back and forth inside me with no regard for my tight little sphincter.

‘Oh God, I’m cumming!’

he shouted.

Suddenly I felt him let loose his cum deep into my asshole. I felt him throbbing and spurting inside of me. Mom’s pussy stifled my moan of pain, pleasure and humiliation by holding my head tight against her. I

felt mom shudder as she orgasmed too and let out a long moan. With my head still between her thighs, she then let loose a stream of her urine over my face and into my mouth.

Wally pulled his monster cock out of me and I sank to the floor. Slowly I rolled over onto my back. Wally was now on his feet and standing over me, holding his cock and looking down at me with a nasty grin.

‘Your mother was right, you are a pathetic slut aren’t you sissyboy?

’

I began crying again, aware that some of his sperm was now dribbling from my bottom.

‘Tears won’t do you no good son,’ Wally continued. ‘i can see you like being a slut because you’re still hard although it’s still a pathetically small dick. Not so much a cock, but little clit.’

Mom laughed.

He continued to stand over me, smiling nastily and playing with his cock, which was now becoming soft. Then, without warning, he let a powerful stream of his pungent urine splash all over my face and body. I was soaked.

When he’d finished pissing on me, mom got up and stood over my cock. She then lowered herself onto it. Slowly rocking too and fro, she spoke to me. ‘So mow you know how mommy feels when she’s being fucked by a man, don’t you?

’

‘Yes mom.’ I said, as the wetness of her pussy soothed my penis and my pride.

My breathing was becoming more laboured as I approach my own orgasm.

‘I think you’ll look good in a little skirt and blouse when Wally wants to use you again,’ she continued, still rocking on my cock. ‘And some makeup I think. Lipstick, eye shadow, mascara…we want you to look like a proper little tart, don’t we son?

’

‘Yes mom,’ I moaned and she too began to breath harder. ‘And there’ll be other men taking you now you’re no longer a virgin. I find it a real turn on, seeing a man fucking you. There’ll be men who want to kiss you and fuck you while I watch. And next time, you’ll see Wally fucking me too. You ‘ll like that won’t you. You sick little mommy loving pervert!’’

‘Oh God, yes!’ I said as I felt my balls tighten. ‘Yes, yes, YES!’ I shouted as I spurted my cum deep into mom’s pussy, shaking violently as I did. Then m

om

stiffened and then yelled out as her own orgasm enveloped her body, in a way that I had never heard or seen her before. I felt her vaginal muscles contract violently around my baby penis as I continued to throb and deposit my own sperm inside of her.

I opened my eyes and saw that Wally had gone. Mom and I were alone again.

‘I love you mommy,’

I said breathlessly and quietly.

She smiled down at me. ‘I know you do son…I know you do. And because you love mommy, you’re going to let me scoop some of Wally’s thick and creamy spunk out of that tight little asshole of yours and you’re going to eat it ALL up from my fingers, aren’t you? Why? Because if you don’t, mommy won’t let you lick her pussy ever again.

’

‘Yes mom…

’

The author wishes it to be known she does not condone incestuous relationships in real life, but recognises it is a common fantasy and one shared by many.  This series of stories are based on real events and were written by my ‘son’ lover.

Why did I feel such pleasure when my mom humiliated me like she did? It was a question I had asked myself many times before and here I was asking it again as I stood before her naked, hands behind my back, penis hard as a rock in anticipation of the punishment she was about to give me.

‘You snivelling little pervert!’ she said contemptuously. ‘Look at you! That pathetic little organ of yours would never satisfy a REAL woman.’

She had sat back in the armchair hurling verbal abuse at me for over ten minutes. I might be was 31 years old, but since having live back at home since my divorce, Mom had taken control of my sexual desires and she knew my every weakness, desire and perversion.

She had never been a classically attractive woman, even when younger. And now she was in her 60s, she really looked her age. But to me she was beautiful and no more so as she had got older. Her laughter lines, the age spots on her hands, her big breasts that sagged and her delicious and prominent pussy with its sparse covering of grey pubic hair – I loved all of her just as she was.

Today I had come home from the office and found her dressed in a black slip with a deep lace hem and trim abound her bust. Underneath she wore matching suspender belt, black panties and fully-fashioned tan nylon stockings with high stiletto heels, but no bra, her ample breasts were loose to simply fill the lace cups of the lacy slip. I could see her nipples harden beneath the flimsy material.

She had instructed me to get undressed in front of her there and then. I knew I was going to receive a punishment and if I endured it, my reward would be to be allowed to adore and worship her body afterwards.

Now she leant forward and slapped my weedy erection hard with her hand.

‘Pathetic!’ she announced again. ‘How many times have I told you not to look at pictures of other women on the internet when I’m not here? Tell me!’

Again I felt her hand lash out and hit my erection.

‘I’m, I’m…sorry mom,’ I said stammering.

‘Sorry isn’t good enough son,’ she said. ‘You keep doing it. I’m going to have to teach you lesson.’

‘I know mommy,’ I said looking down guiltily at my feet.

‘A spanking is too good for you. You still haven’t learnt not to leer at pictures of other women when you’ve got a perfectly good mom to take care of all your needs. So I’m going to have to teach you a REAL lesson this time aren’t I?’

‘Yes mom.’

‘I’m going to have to punish that girlie sized penis of yours – make it very sore so you can’t play with yourself when your mommy isn’t looking.’

Her hand slapped my penis again. ‘You’re hurting it mom!’ I yelled.

‘Of course I’m hurting it you silly little boy! That’s the idea and Mommy knows how to make you feel like a very small boy doesn’t she?’ she said with a thin smile. ‘If you think you’re too big for a punishment for your mom, think again my boy! Put your hands on your head!’

I did as I was told and she took hold of my balls. She dug her blood red manicured nails into the folds of my scrotum. I visibly winced and cried out.

She laughed. ‘No good you making a fuss son, you’re only getting what you deserve.’

Tears welled in my eyes as she rolled the loose skin on scrotum in her fingers and dug her nails in again. It wasn’t the discomfort, it was the humiliation of being ridiculed in this way and us both knowing I actually loved the shame she made me feel.

‘Pervert! That’s what you are,’ she said now digging her nails into my hardness. ‘You are a pathetic mommy-loving pervert! And this nasty mommy of yours is going to show you what happens to pathetic little pussy-obsessed boys like you. They get punished! Do you hear?’

‘Yes mom,’ I said meekly, feeling more and more uncomfortable by the second, knowing my punishment was about to come.

Beside her chair was a little table. On it were all the instruments she would use to punish my penis. She reached for the wooden ruler. Still clasping my balls in one hand, she brought the ruler down hard on my erection.

Swack! And again. Swack! Again and again she brought the ruler down hard on my penis and dug her nails into my scrotum.

‘Tell me what your mommy loves,’ she asked as she hit me down there again. ‘How can you make her happy?’

‘Mommy likes her pussy licked.’

‘That’s right son, she does. Are you going to go down on your knees and lick your old mom’s pussy?’

‘Yes mom, yes…you know I love to serve you that way.’

‘And are you going to mommy’s little toilet helper? You know mommy can’t hold her wee like she used to.’

It was a question she needn’t ask. My pussy licking pleasure was always heightened when she squirted her piss straight into my mouth. Being made to drink her piss was the ultimate humiliation – or so I thought.

‘Yes mom…’

‘Yes mom? YES MOM?’ she yelled. ‘Pervert, pervert, pervert! Tell me what you are!

‘I’m a piss drinking pervert,’ I said, tears now beginning to tumble down my cheeks.

‘Yes you are you pathetic little slut!’ Mom said with angry yet lustful eyes, lashing out with the ruler on my erection again, bringing it down as hard a she could. I cried out. Cried in pain and in love. Pre-cum splashed onto her stocking clad knee.

‘Oh that’s disgusting!’ she said turning and put the ruler down on the little table. Picking up the pinwheel she said ‘You’re going to pay for making that mess on my stockings.’

This cunning device had a little wheel with pointed edges set in a plastic handle. Mom clasped my testicles again and ran the wheel over my hard penis. I wriggled and instinctively brought my hands down to stop her.

‘HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!’ She shouted as she brought the wheel onto my ball sac. The sharp little points of the wheel dug into the tender flesh.

‘Please mom, no…please don’t, you’re hurting me.’

‘Shut up!’ she snapped and continued to punish me there. ‘You have such a pathetic little cock. I’ve seen babies with bigger ones than yours! Let’s see if we can make it get any bigger with the help of the clothes pegs.’

She took a handful of wooden clothes pegs from the little table. Placing them in her silky lap, one by one she placed them onto the skin of my scrotum. I squirmed with discomfort as she placed twenty in total, arranging them so that they formed two neat rows.

‘Lie down on the floor because now your cock punishment really begins!’

I obediently went and lay down, hands passively by my side, erection standing proud with a line of clothes pegs on my balls.

She stood up and took a small whip from the collection on the table. It had short, thin strands of rubber and she had made it herself from old windscreen wipers. I knew what was coming next.

She lingered for a moment, standing directly over my head so I could clearly see her black lace panties under her slip. I could see the gusset was soaking wet. Then without warning she brought the whip down on my cock and balls. I yelled out, but this only incensed her.

‘You will not wank yourself off looking at pictures of other women you little pervert. Understand?’

‘Yes…mom…yes…’ I said trying to cover my genitals from the onslaught.’

‘GET YOUR HANDS AWAY!’ she shouted. ‘PERVERT, PERVERT, PERVERT! I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT HAPPENS TO A FILTHY PUSSY LOVING SLUT LIKE YOU!’

The whip came down and down and down, the blows expertly placed as the ends of the rubber lashed the tender flesh of my exposed cock and caught the two lines of clothes pegs on my balls. I was now sobbing openly, not because of stinging sensation in my penis, but because I knew I wanted her to treat me like this. I wanted to be hurt and humiliated by my own cruel mother, this was what I needed so badly because perversely it made me so very happy. 

She stopped and stood up straight, towering over me. ‘And don’t think I don’t know what pictures you’ve been looking at! If loving your mom’s pussy wasn’t enough of nasty, deviant thing to do, you’ve been looking at women with cum dribbling out of their pussys!’

How did she know? I thought I’d managed to hide it from her on the computer. It was all too pathetically true, I had been fantasising for some time now about licking another man’s cum from her pussy and wanking over them when she was out.

‘Do you think your mom is too old and too unattractive to be fucked by another man?’ she asked.

‘No mom, I don’t…’

‘Well you’d be right son. Mommy can hardly feel your stupid little cock inside her it’s so tiny. So while you are out at work, your mom has to have sex with real men. Men with man-sized cocks, not girlie sized ones like your pathetic little dick. Men with big thick cocks that can REALLY satisfy a woman like me.’

She lashed out with the whip again and I started to cry again. ‘Yes mom….’

‘Men with big and hairy balls that a woman can feel slapping up against her as they fuck her. Men who’ve got lots of hot sperm they can pump deep inside of your mommy’s old pussy.’

I looked up at her aghast. What was she telling me?

‘Yes son, I know all about your perverted little fantasy so mommy’s got a nice creamy treat for you today,’ she said grinning wickedly as she raised her slip and hooked her thumbs into her black lace panties. Slowly she peeled them down to just above her stocking tops. Then she put her fingers under the gusset and showed me what was there…a big blob of congealed sperm.

‘Get on your knees my little sperm slut!’

I struggled to get up, my cock and balls aching from the harsh treatment they’d just received by her hand, the pegs unnaturally tugging on my scrotum to make it feel uncomfortable.

On my knees, I was eye level with her pussy and the heavily soiled lace panties.

Hands on her hips to hold the hem of the slip up so that I could clearly see her pussy, she said ‘So son, you’d better get licking…’

I stared at the mess left by another man, thick dollops of sperm that had dribbled out of her pussy onto the material. Could I do it? Could I make my fantasy reality?

Moving my head forward I took in the smell, the very familiar smell of her pussy, which was now tainted by that of another man. Then I opened my mouth and went to tentatively lick the spunk. She didn’t wait for me to perform.

Instead she started laughing as she roughly pushed my head into the panties, then smeared the sticky goo all over my face – over my lips, under my nose and in my eyes. I could not felt more humiliated by her.

Grabbing a handful of my hair she pulled me away and pushed her panties down, taking them off. Then she sat in the chair, legs wide apart, exposing fully her pussy, evidence of her lover’s cum all over her prominent labia.

Kneeling still, I moved forward to her pussy and gingerly kissed her inner thighs above the stocking tops – something I always did at her insistence as a mark of respect.

Then she said, ‘Just stop right there son. Look long and hard at my pussy. That was well and truly fucked just half an hour before you came home. A man your age, with a big, fat eight-inch cock took me. And as you’re going to find out, he’s a really good cummer too. His sperm is really thick and creamy and he regularly pumps hard it into this hot, sex starved pussy you so love.

‘So son, time to show mommy how much you really love her and to you put your nasty…dirty…and sick little fantasy into practice. Lick me clean! Lick HIS cum out my little sperm slut – every last little drop!’

I buried my head into the wetness of her pussy and I tasted him. His sperm which had a taste I’d never experienced before, all mixed up with her scent and taste. It was a heady cocktail. My balls ached from the clothes pegs, my cock sore and tingling from the whipping as I lovingly scooped out spunk with my lips and tongue.

‘Deeper slut!’ she commanded. ‘Get your tongue right inside of me.’

Doing as I was told, I pushed my face hard into her pussy, stretching my tongue as far as it would go inside of her, deeply humiliated by the experience. Suddenly she grabbed my hair, pulled me up sharply and then slapped my face.

‘Do it properly and gently, I’m still sore there.’

She roughly pushed me back down again and I continued with my sordid task of cleaning his sperm more thoroughly and slowly.

After a while I heard her breathing quicken and l licked more vigorously, my tongue now focussed on her clitoris. I glanced up at her, my magnificent, powerful and domineering mom who I wanted to please so much and could see her eyes had closed, a contented smile on her lips. I was happy because I had made her happy and I licked and licked for all I was worth when suddenly her orgasm exploded. Mom let out a load groan and her body shook from head to toe. This was probably the most powerful orgasm I had ever seen her have.

She grabbed my hair again, my cue to stop licking her and she just held me there, my face pushed hard against her grey haired pussy, my mouth open at her lips. And then it came in a hot torrent. Laughing to herself, she let a stream of hot urine spurt straight into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, gulping the fountain, a fountain that never seemed to end.  When the flow of piss finally became a trickle and then ceased she grabbed my hair again, pulling me away.

Looking down at me she smiled. ‘Time to show your mommy what you can do, stand up! Hands on your head!’

I got to my feet and standing in front of her; she slowly began to pull off the clothes pegs one by one. In my concentration to please her, my tiny cock had gone limp.

‘Look at you!’ she said with a sneer. ‘You can’t even keep it up you pathetic little pervert! Ashamed were you, ashamed of having to lick another man’s cum from your mommy’s pussy? A real man’s cum? Put you hands behind your back!’

While they had been attached to my scrotum, there had been discomfort, but as she roughly removed the pegs, so my balls became ultra sensitive. Every yank on a peg made me cry out aloud as the contracted skin sought to regain its shape. But in spite of the pain, my cock was growing rigid again – just as she knew it would. With the last one off, she cupped her hands around my balls and rubbed then. I cried out again and very loudly.

‘Oh, you poor little baby, let mommy kiss it better.’

She moved forward to sit on the edge of the chair and guided my painful cock into her mouth. At first her saliva and tongue soothed my aching and sore penis, even if her hands still made me wince with pain at her touch. But then she suddenly bit my erection. Not enough to damage me in any way, but sufficient for me to feel it. She continued to roughly chew on my hardness and my foreskin like a piece of old meat.

I could take it no more; uncontrollably and spontaneously I shot my load into her mouth, filling it with my sperm. Without further ado, she stood up and planted her lips on mine. She gave me a long and deep kiss, depositing my own sperm into my mouth. When she pulled away again, she simply said, ‘Swallow my little sperm slut. Swallow ALL OF IT!’

The deed done, we retired upstairs to her bedroom. Still naked I lay beside her on the bed. She pulled down one of the straps of her slip to expose one of her beautiful breasts. Pulling me to her nipple, I suckled her and proceeded to cry my eyes out in joy and happiness.

 

The author wishes it to be known she does not condone incestuous relationships in real life, but recognises it is a common fantasy and one shared by many.  This series of stories are based on real events and were written by my ‘son’ lover. 

       

Naked, I was on my hands and knees in front of my elderly mother who once again was making me making me feel very small, pathetic and vulnerable. She had no end of ways to play on my need to be dominated, humiliated and hurt by her.

She sat arrogantly on the sofa fully dressed wearing white stiletto heels, barely black stockings, suspenders and a little black dress.  When I say fully dressed, this excluded her black lace panties. These were pulled down her to her mid-thighs and her legs were positioned as wide apart as she could get them. 

There I was, on all fours, my nose in the stained gusset of her panties inhaling the scent of her pussy and told not to move. I was being forced to stare at the sparse grey hairs of her pussy and her stocking tops while she sat and read her book, totally disinterested in me, her 31-year-old son whose life was dominated by his mom’s pussy.

But if I faltered for a second from my position, she’d reach for her whip and bring it down with a crack on my back, hurling abuse at me as she did before returning to her book. In the half hour that I had assumed this position, I had been beaten four times.

‘How many times have I told you not to move!’ she screamed at me as she reached for her whip. She brought it down hard on back several times and I cried out as I tried to move away. ‘Take your punishment you little pervert! If you want to lick your mommy’s pussy clean then you do as I say. Do you understand?’

‘Yes mom,’ I whimpered. Instinctively I touched my manhood.

‘And don’t touch that pathetic little cock of yours! Do you hear me?’

Her whip cracked down on my hand. I quickly drew it away and she seized the opportunity to whack my erection.

‘Look at you! You’re a pathetic mommy-loving pervert! What are you?’

‘A pathetic mommy-loving pervert’ I said quietly.

‘Only your mommy’s pussy makes you hard doesn’t it?’

‘Yes mom.’

‘And you love making your mommy happy don’t you son?’ You love licking mommy’s pussy don’t you?’

‘Yes mom.’

‘Well there’s a price to pay son. Nasty little mommy loving perverts like you have to be taught a lesson.’

She turned her attention to my exposed bottom and brought the whip down on me hard several times before sitting down again to resume reading her book.

Every now and then she would reach down between her thighs and slowly run her fingers across her pubic hair and then between the lips of her moist pussy. She knew that above all else I desperately wanted to be smothered by her sex, to lick her and to please her, but I was being mercilessly teased.

After slowly fingering herself inches from my face, she’d take her wet index finger and smear her juices over my lips and nose. My erection would return and I’d ache to play with myself, but that was of course, forbidden.

After an hour she finally put her book down and stood up. With her panties still at half-mast around her thighs she, pulled up the hem of her dress to reveal her stocking tops, bare thighs and pussy and said, ‘You may kiss mommy.’

She didn’t mean on the lips, leastways, not the lips of her mouth. No, she meant I might kneel before her and kiss her pussy out of respect and thanks.

With my arms around her stocking clad legs, I buried my face into the warmth of her pussy, savouring its comforting smell as I reverently and repeatedly kissed her. She put her hands behind my head and pushed me hard against her and then rocked my head so my nose rubbed against her clitoris, mouth against her rough grey pubic hair.

I knew she was looking at us in the full-length mirror opposite and I guessed she was probably smiling too. A cruel and controlling smile, one that confirmed she had me, her own son, quite firmly by the balls.

‘Oh, my poor little baby boy, I know you want me to play with that little girlie sized cock of yours, but not yet. I’ve got a little surprise for you’’ she said. ‘Get dressed!’

****

I drove and she gave directions. I hadn’t a clue where we were going or why. All I knew it was hard to keep my eyes firmly on the road as mom had hitched up her dress again and was gently rubbing her pussy through the black lace panties. From time to time she reached across and rubbed my erection through my trousers. I was so aroused I could have cum there and then, but held myself by thinking of other things – like where we were going to end up.

We drove through the forest. Suddenly she told me to pull over into a lay-by.

‘Your mom needs a piss,’ she announced.

‘Oh, OK I said, I’ll just wait here then.’

She turned to me and slapped my face. ‘If you think your mother is going to simply squat and urinate you better have another think coming! What kind of woman do you take me for? Get out the car, you’re going to be mommy’s little toilet.’

‘What? Here? In public?’ I said, genuinely shocked at the idea.

‘Yes right here,’ she announced firmly opening the car door. ‘And if you love you mom like you say you do, you’d better come with me now.’

I reluctantly got out of the car and followed her into the forest. The road wasn’t that busy, but cars were going past and I was terrified of anyone seeing us. She lead me down the path towards a little clearing partly, but not totally hidden from the road.

‘Lie down and take the toilet position,’ she said. ‘You know what to do.’

I nervously did as I was told and lay down, looking up at the greenery above me. Then my scenic view was obscured as she stepped over my face. Usually she liked to either sit on my face, then piss straight into my mouth, or crouch down over me and carefully aim at my mouth, making sure I drank every drop. I assumed this was what she was going to do now. I was wrong.

Instead she simply raised her dress and the black lace slip underneath, lowered her panties, bent her knees a little and let loose. Without warning a long and uninterrupted gush of her hot piss sprayed over my face and hair and soaked me. Then she crouched over my wet face and told me to clean her pussy. I was treated to not only the wetness of her piss, but also the goo of her excitement as I tongued her. I heard her moaning slightly and a dribble of her piss went into my mouth.

Finally, satisfied with my subservient licking, she rose, pulled up her panties and started to walk brusquely back to the car. I quickly got up and followed her, wiping my face dry as I went. A young couple were just coming into the forest with their dog. They gave me a strange look as I passed them. They obviously wondered how I had got so wet and was stumbling after a mature and arrogant lady.

Back in the car she instructed me to drive off.

****

Half an hour later as we drove into the driveway of Green Lanes retirement home, I realised who we were going to see.

‘Your Aunty Jean has been feeling lonely. I said we’d pay her a visit,’ mom announced as I parked the car.

‘I can’t go in there damp and smelling of your piss, no way!’ I said, trying to put my foot down.

She reached across and grabbed my balls through my trousers. ‘You’ll do as I say!’

‘Yes mom,’ I said glumly.

The receptionist gave me a strange look as mom announced our arrival, but confirmed we were expected. We then went down the corridor unaccompanied to find Aunt Jean’s room. Mom opened the door and we went in.  

‘Ooh hello!’ Aunt Jean said brightly. She stood up and hugged mom and turned to me. Pinching my cheek with a smile and a twinkle in her eye, she said, ‘You’ve grown a bit since I last saw you Alex.’ I certainly had as I’d last seen my mother’s sister when I was sixteen, just before she went to live in South Africa with her then husband. She had returned two years ago and announced to mom that she was going to see her days out in a retirement home, but although mom visited regularly, I hadn’t ever come to visit until now.

The room was quite spacious. There was a double bed, an armchair and sofa, a small table and two chairs, a full-length mirror and pictures on the wall. A door on the far side led to a small bathroom and toilet.

Ten years older than mom, Aunty Jean looked a lot older than I remembered her, but she was 70. Her face was more wrinkled and her hands had distinct age spots. But she was still quite slim, smartly dressed in a skirt and matching top with smart court shoes and I could see that her legs had lost none of their shapeliness.  Unlike mom who was dark haired, Aunty was dyed blonde.

Over cups of coffee there was small talk. In spite of her otherwise quite elegant poise, Aunty Jean wasn’t keeping her legs together. She sat well back in the deep armchair and as I was sitting opposite her, I was afforded a clear view up her skirt and could clearly see she was wearing stockings underneath. From mom’s teasing before, I was still feeling extremely aroused and tried to hide the fact I was getting an erection. She kept glancing at me with al little smile as if making some sort of assessment in her own mind about me.

‘So you’re divorced,’ she said turning to me.

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘It’s been three years now.’

The innocent question was followed by a rhetorical question that came like a bolt out of the blue.

‘I wonder if your poor long suffering wife knew how much you loved your mom and her pussy?’

I didn’t know where to look or what to say and could feel myself blushing with shame.

‘Oh I know all about what you and your mother get up to,’ she said with a sly smile. ‘There are no secrets between sisters you know.’

‘Take off your clothes son,’ mom said firmly but quietly.

‘But mom this is madness,’ I pleaded.

‘No it’s not, I can see your cock is bursting in those trousers of yours,’ she said. ‘And your Aunty has been looking forward to this moment. She’s not had a man since her Jack died.’

I stood up and turning my back on them, slowly undressed as the two sisters looked on. I was so ashamed that someone else knew of the secrets between mom and me. And now she was pimping me out to her sister of all people.

Finally removing my shorts, I heard my Aunt say ‘Cute ass!’ and the two of them laugh out loud.

‘Well don’t just stand there with your back to us, turnaround son,’ mom said.

I turned and covered my genitals with my hands. ‘Let the dog see the rabbit,’ mom said.

I removed my hands to reveal my semi-erect penis.

‘Oh,’ Aunt Jean said with an air of disappointment. ‘You’re not very big are you?’

I stood still and said nothing, but the insult only served to make me hard.

‘Well answer your Aunt Jean!’ mom said sternly.

‘No Auntie,’ I said looking down guiltily at the floor in front on me.  I couldn’t            bear to look her in the eyes.

‘I always said he’s make a better girl than a boy and that girlie sized cock of his is the proof if you ask me,’ mom chimed in jovially. ‘It’s pathetic isn’t it?’

Aunt Joan gave a throaty laugh. ‘Come here Alex, let me examine you properly.’

I went over to where she sat in the armchair and defensively covered myself with my hands again. Aunt jean roughly pulled them away to fully expose my pathetically small erection. One hand gently ran over my balls, the other clasped and played with my erection, rolling my foreskin back and forth.

‘Well, with my help you’ve got a little bit bigger’ she said.

‘He really responds to this Jean,’ mom said, reaching for her handbag and producing her school ruler, which she then passed to Aunty.

‘Give him a whack with that!’ she said with a chuckle.

‘Do you like your penis being punished Alex,’ Aunty asked looking me firmly in the eyes.

I was so embarrassed I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

‘What’s the matter?’ she asked huskily, ‘Cat got your tongue?’

Without waiting for my reply she whacked the wooden ruler onto my erection and gave a delighted laugh when she felt me stiffen in her hand.

‘Oh I see that you do! Do you need to have “it” humiliated Alex? Hmm? Need it to be hurt and humiliated because you are so ashamed of it?’

I blushed even more deeply.

‘It is so small isn’t it?’ she said before hitting me there again. ‘Your mom tells me it doesn’t satisfy her. It’s simply not big enough. It certainly wouldn’t satisfy me. Your uncle had a full eight inches of thick meat to put between my legs. So I’m used to…well, I’m used to a more normally sized man shall we say? Still, mom tells me you’re very good with your tongue. Your uncle never would do that for me.’

She let go of my wretched organ and hitched her dress up above her stocking tops. I could now see she wore white and very lacy panties and was very aroused. Her wetness was showing through the delicate material and glistened in the light. I knew then I wanted to go to my knees and serve her just like I served my mom.

My wish was about to be granted.

‘What are you waiting for? Down on your knees son and see to your Aunty Jean!’ my mother said sharply.

As I went onto to my hands and knees for a second time that day, I moved forward a little to kiss her panty covered crotch, but Aunt Joan pushed my head away. Instead she slipped her right hand down the top of her panties and let it slide downwards to her extremely moist pussy. I watched obediently, fascinated by the way she was slowly caressing herself beneath the material. I really was a pussy pervert and both women knew it.

They made me stay there watching her close up for a full fifteen minutes as she verbally humiliated me, telling me of how uncle and her various lovers had satisfied her hungry pussy with their substantial manhood’s over the years. Of how she had preferred heavy cummers and how she loved to feel their sperm trickle out of her afterwards. Of how I would only be of any worth to her as a sissy boy cum licking pervert. Cleaning her up after other men had taken her and filled her with their cum.

Eventually her taunting stopped and pushing me away dismissively, she stood up. Then she removed her skirt and blouse to reveal she was wearing a white open bottomed elasticated girdle. She looked fabulously sexy and I looked on in awe.

‘Do you like your aunt’s choice of lingerie?’ she asked with mock coyness.

‘Yes I do Aunty Jean,’ I mumbled.

‘And do you want her pussy. I mean really want her pussy more than anything else in the world?’

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘Pardon? I didn’t hear you dear. I asked if you really wanted my pussy?’

I replied more loudly ‘Yes, Aunty, yes I do.’

‘Well can you lick me while I’m still wearing my panties?’

‘No,’ I said. ‘I can’t.’

‘Then remove them!’ she snapped back.

I moved over on my knees to where she stood, proud and erect and reached out to lower her panties, but as I began to gently pull them down, she stopped me. ‘I have a better idea,’ she said. Turning she bent forwards slightly and put her hands on the arm of the chair, exposing her naked buttocks. ‘Kiss my ass now!’

With her panties half down and exposing her cheeks, I kissed her well-rounded bottom with slavish devotion and heard her say ‘Good boy! Do it slowly. Do it gently.’

I smothered every inch of her soft white flesh with my kisses, conscious that my mom was noting everything I did. I felt as if I was being unfaithful to her. Sucking another man’s cock to please her had been one thing, but to adore another woman was something else. But I reminded myself that I hadn’t asked for any of this and she was egging me on with her foul and humiliating remarks.

Finally Aunty Jean put one hand behind her and pulled her cheeks slightly apart. ‘Get your nose in there and sniff my asshole you slut,’ she hissed. I put my nose to her anus and inhaled the gammy smell within deeply.

Suddenly I felt mom’s hands grab my head and force my face into Aunt Jeans bottom.  ‘She said SNIFF her asshole son. Don’t show me up, do it properly or I’ll thrash you to within an inch of your life you pathetic little man!’

I continued to inhale as deeply as I could.

‘Now kiss my anus slut!’ Aunt Jean commanded.

I parted her cheeks and placed my lips on her brown and slightly hairy little hole. Then I noisily put kiss after kiss there, revering the place where she shit from every day.

‘I don’t think I cleaned myself properly this morning. Get that slut’s tongue of yours up and in there and clean me out properly!’

I didn’t hesitate to begin delving deeply with my loving and eager tongue. She wasn’t joking about not cleaning herself properly. I could taste her shit. It was only a hint, but I could taste it and I wanted more. I kept licking, probing with my tongue trying to get deeper and deeper in her and I could hear her moaning.

‘Oh that is so nice. My own personal piece of toilet paper and it feels so good!’

‘Look at you!’ mom snarled. ‘You’re licking a shitty asshole and still that pathetic little cock of yours is erect. You nasty, nasty little pervert!’

Aunt Jean moaned loudly and abruptly turned around to face me. Sitting down in the chair, she slipped her lacy white panties off and parted her legs fully. ‘Get to it boy! You know what your aunty wants.’

I drew close to her sparsely grey haired pussy and brought my tongue to the prominent and moist lips. I smelt her scent fully and ached for its unique taste. I lightly ran my tongue along the length of her gash. Aunt Jean moaned again and yanking me by my hair, pushed my face into her wetness.

Smothered by her pussy I probed it deeply with my tongue, savouring her. Still clasping my head, she aggressively rubbed her clitoris on the bridge of my nose as she made panting noises. I could hardly breath, but it didn’t matter, I wanted to worship this elderly lady with my heart and soul.   

As I licked I suddenly felt mom hit my bottom with the ruler. Smack, smack, smack! Then she used her hand to spank me.  ‘Pervert!’ she shouted. ‘Pussy loving pervert!’

Mom’s cry seemed only to arouse Aunt Jean even more. She was squirting her cum into my mouth. I gulped the juices down, anxious not to miss one drop as she pushed my head harder into her and then let out a final scream of ecstasy. With her powerful orgasm she gave one final squirt of cunt juice into my mouth and her whole body shook from head to toe.

I stopped my passionate licking content to just rest my face against her hot pussy, trying to catch my breath. I felt Mom fingering my anal opening. I wanted to jerk myself off so badly, but knew not to touch myself without her say so or I’d get a beating.

Aunt Jean finally began to compose herself. She pushed me away from her pussy, then grabbed my hair, pulling my head upwards so that I looked her directly in the eye.

‘Well little nephew Alex, your mom was right; you are very good with your tongue aren’t you? I think you’ll be coming to visit me more often.’ Her eyes sparkled and she laughed. I felt mom behind me now, caressing my balls. ‘But don’t think I’m going to let you take liberties with me Alex. I can be just as strict as your mom you know. Do you understand?’

I mumbled a reply.

‘Pardon? I didn’t hear you!’ she said loudly.

‘Yes…yes, aunty, I understand,’ I said as mom clasped my erection and began to rub it. 

‘Good, then we understand each other,’ she said. ‘Mommy is going to make you cum now. Do you want to cum Alex, cum in front of your Aunty?’

‘Yes, yes I do!’ I replied breathlessly and hoarsely, my own orgasm now close.

Aunty Jean pulled my hair even more tightly leant forward. Without warning she suddenly slapped my face. Mom gave a vigorous rub and I climaxed and spurting a copious amount of cum onto the floor.

Humiliated, I was so humiliated, but even though I knew that is how I wanted to feel and would be made to feel in front of these two women now and in the future, I began to cry, tears of shame and tears of happiness and pleasure all at the same time.  Aunty Jean smiled at me.

I rose from my hands and knees and turned towards mom…it was only then I realised we weren’t alone. Another woman was standing next to mom with a sneer on her face. I had been so busy concentrating on my aunt’s pleasure; I obviously hadn’t heard her enter the room.

‘You’ve not met Mrs Douglas before have you son?’ Mom said triumphantly. ‘She knows all about you and she’s the warden of this home.’

Mrs Douglas was a fuller figured grey haired woman and the expression on her face told me she didn’t suffer fools gladly. Her ample bust strained the jacket of her rather severe pin striped business suit, which also hugged her hips tightly.  I knew that underneath her knee length skirt, her thighs would far more sturdy that those of aunty or mom.

‘You are a pathetic wretch,’ she said with a sneer. ‘But I think we can put your tongue to good use.’ The sneer turned to a wry smile. ‘Bring him back tomorrow,’ she snapped. ‘And I’ll try him out on Mrs Burridge. It’s her birthday tomorrow, you’ll be her birthday suprise.’

‘How old did you say she was?’ mom asked as Mrs Douglas turned on her heel to leave.

‘Seventy nine.’

I looked pleading at mom. Servicing her and my aunt with my tongue was one thing, but a seventy nine year old?

‘You’ve never had a really old pussy have you son? No problem Mrs Douglas, we’ll be here at ten sharp.’

‘Good,’ she said. ‘Because he can do me first! Good day to you!’

I gulped and closed my eyes, this was becoming a nightmare.