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From: an412639@anon.penet.fi
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Date: Tue, 19 Dec 1995 09:37:32 UTC
Subject: NEW In Training 1/2 (mF, inc, exhib, mild SM)


This is my first story. If you like it, email me.

If you are under eighteen, don't email me, email your parents and ask them
if they care that you are reading porn on the net. When I was much younger
(young teens) I thought all the weird sexual kinks people have were
hysterically funny. I don't think those kinks are contagious. If you are
bent in a certain way, these odd things will appeal to your sexual nature.
If you aren't, they will most likely seem elaborate, clinical, Byzantine
(ask your parents what that means), and mostly really funny.  Sermon over.






In Training 1/2

by Paraclete


1.

I remember when I was seventeen my relationship with my mom changed. It was
after we moved to New Jersey when my dad got a big promotion. We lived in a
big house and had a lot of nice stuff but we didn't really know anybody
there. Everything was a little strange to us then. My dad seemed to work
constantly, and my mom had a lot of time on her hands, despite holding down
a part time job.

As for myself, I had always been shy around girls, and spent most of the
time working out in the gym. Between lifting weights and my schoolwork it
seemed like I didn't have much time for a social life. I thought about sex
constantly, though.

I remember one Friday night, when my dad was working late, as usual, and I
had struck out on another attempt at a proper date. "Proper" means getting
some pussy, or at least getting off. I came into the den and sat down next
to Mom on the couch. I probably should describe her here. Mom had been one
of my dad's students when they met, and if he hadn't gotten her pregnant,
its doubtful she would have married him. She's about 37 now, but still in
great shape. She's petite, with long curly red hair and what frankly is a
great, curvy body. She is an extremely sexy lady, with an odd little pouty
expression which drives the men around her crazy. Dad and I always teased
her about how she looked like a Penthouse model, with her 36-26-38 figure.
She would always blush at these remarks, which only made her look even
prettier.

Anyway, I found myself home early again on a Friday night, and Mom must
have noticed the hangdog expression I had on my face.
"Hey Buddy, what's got you down? Why aren't you out with your friends?"
" I don't know. My date didn't work out."
"Hmm. Well, tell me what happened."
"I don't know. It seems like whenever I get alone with a girl and we start
making out, she wants to stop. And then that's the end of it. It's almost
like I'm doing something wrong. I can't really talk about it"

She stared at me with her big green eyes as if she were thinking something over.
"Then show me."
"Are you serious?"
"Of course, silly. It's no big deal. Just relax and show me what you do."
There was a silence. She moved closer to me on the couch and wrapped her
arms around me. I held her to me and felt her breasts pressing against me.

This seemed totally weird to me, but I was also getting a little turned on.
My mom always had a teasing way about her, especially around my dad, but I
had never expected something like this. So after a moment I leaned forward
and kissed her, hard on the mouth.

"Whoa," she said, pulling back, "Not so hard. Listen, it's no wonder girls
are a little reluctant to make out with you if you're that rough with them.
You have to take your time, be a little more gentle, sweetie. Come here,"
she said, smiling and drawing me close to her. I took a deep breath as she
slowly and sensuously pressed her moist lips on mine. She held them there
for a moment that seemed like an eternity. Her lips were closed, but moving
on mine. I could feel her breathing harder, and my cock was getting stiff
when with a smack she pulled away.

"There," she breathed, "wasn't that nicer?" I had to admit it was. It felt
great to be there with Mom, snuggled together and kissing like lovers. I
was definitely getting excited.  And as an unexpected bonus she seemed to
be getting somewhat hot and bothered herself.

"Let's try it again", she said. This time I did as she had shown me and
gently kissed her. She surprised me by slowly parting her lips and pushing
her hot little tongue into my mouth. I was learning fast. I kissed her
passionately and she responded like she was really getting excited. I felt
like I was going to fall over, my head was spinning so fast. Mom broke it
off, giving me four or five little kisses and then going for it, a real
lip-locked, tonsil-swabbing soul kiss. After a  little while of nipping and
sucking on each other's mouths, she bit down on my lower lip which resulted
in my cock spurting in my pants. I gasped and let her go. I was never so
embarrassed, but if Mom noticed she didn't let on. She giggled and seemed
pleased.

From that night on, if Mom and I were alone we would make out. She saw it
as part of her motherly duty to give me training in how to treat a woman.
She seemed to think it was cute to have a teenager so horny he would fuck a
tree lusting after her. She also kept it from getting out of hand, at least
at first. I tried to feel her tits, and she would stop me, most times.
After a while if I wasn't too obvious she seemed to let it go. Her nipples
generally were hard and pushing against whatever top she was wearing, and
usually I could rub against them without getting stopped.  In spite of her
attempts to control the situation, I would inevitably push the envelope.
She seemed to think this was healthy, and did little to put me off until I
crossed some invisible line. She was strictly off limits below the waist
though. Nonetheless, we would often end up a make out session with her on
top of me on the couch, straddling my leg. I know she got off more than
once humping against me. I used to love watching her little ass as she
bounced on my leg until she would shiver and come. Once I caressed her ass
under her short skirt and she immediately put a stop to our sessions. And
then eventually we would start in again.

This sounds wild now, but at the time it seemed perfectly normal. Mom
treated me great around the house, lavishing lots of hugs and kisses on me.
I was clearly her favorite male. In the mornings she would kiss me goodbye,
with it often lingering into a hot and heavy necking session. Occasionally
I would pull her close to me, pressing my hard cock against her through her
robe. Far from being offended at these times, Mom would rub her pussy on my
bulge while sucking on each other's tongues, until one or both of us got
off. She didn't seem to mind us cumming on each other, as long as we were
both dressed when it happened. I took advantage of this every chance I got.


One Saturday when Mom was in the kitchen, dressed in her silky little robe,
I couldn't help admiring her fine round butt as she bent over. I moved
behind her and gave her a hug, pushing my pajama-bound stiff cock up
against her ass. Mom gasped and stood up slowly, letting me see her sheer
panties as her robe settled back into place. She was flushed a bright red
and seemed to have surprised herself a little, as she quickly left the
room.

2.

When Dad had to work late or travel, which was practically all the time,
the two of us would go out to eat or to a movie. I was after Mom all the
time now. The first time I tried to kiss Mom at the movies she pulled away,
although she still held my hand. The next time I gently pulled her to me
though, she succumbed. We were necking when I placed my hand on her knee,
something I had tried several times before without success. This time she
left it there, and I gently squeezed it. I was amazed to see her part her
knees a little, so I slowly moved my hand up her leg, stroking it gently.
Mom was breathing hard now, as the denim mini skirt she was wearing began
to ride up her thighs.  I think she was turned on by us making out where
people could see us, because she never let me go this far before.

I felt her smooth thighs for a bit, coaxing them apart. There was a couple
a few seats away from us, and if they had glanced our way they would have
seen a seventeen-year-old guy about to stroke the pussy of his horny young
mother. I could see why Mom was getting so hot, I was about to blow my wad
myself.  I moved my hand to the juncture of her legs, and slowly, very
slowly began stroking her pussy through her sheer panties. She was soaking
wet and panting hard as she grabbed my wrist. She didn't try to remove my
hand, she just gripped it tight as I pressed harder on her clit with a
steady rhythm. Mom's head lolled back and a button came loose on her
blouse, exposing much of her heaving breasts. She was close to coming when
we saw the couple next to us notice what was going on. I turned her head to
mine and extended my tongue deep in her mouth. That pushed Mom over the
edge and she came hard, all over my hand. That was enough for me too, as my
cock shot off in my pants, for about the hundredth time. Mom swiftly pulled
my hand away from her creaming pussy and rearranged her skirt. We watched a
little more of the movie and then headed home. We didn't talk much in the
car, but I could tell Mom's mind was racing. As for me, I was ready to come
somewhere other than in my sticky underwear. I was going to take Mommy to
another level, and soon.

Mom had other ideas though. The experience at the movie house had shaken
her up. I don't think she had ever come that hard, but she started having
second thoughts about the wisdom of getting so sexually involved with her
son. I didn't see her that night and wondered what was up the next day when
she said we needed to have a little talk. I joined her in the den and
looked down at the serious look on her face. She had never seemed so
beautiful.

She took a deep breath and began. "Buddy, sit down. I need to talk to you
about what's been going on between us. I used to think it was harmless...
but things have gone way too far.  No, don't say anything. I accept
complete responsibility for this. I know it seems unfair to you now, but I
should never have let it go on like this. We're heading someplace I really
don't want us to go, and I need you to understand that." Mom stopped for a
second and looked deep into my eyes. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Look
baby, I've let things get out of hand, but it's got to stop." She eyes fell
to the floor, and got up and left the room.

After that it was a few weeks before I could get her alone again. Mom was
clearly trying to avoid me, maybe hoping I would stop trying to get into
her steamy little pants. She could give up that concept though. I'd had a
taste of something I intended to get, and I knew eventually I would have
her. Mom was too hot, just naturally a sexual person. I knew before long I
could break her down and be fucking her any time and any way I wanted.

3.

The following weekend was Halloween. Mom and Dad had a costume party to
attend and I spent the evening getting stoned and watching videos, like
usual. Dad came out dressed as Conan the Barbarian. He looked pretty funny
in his foam rubber muscles and wig.

Then Mom came down the stairs. She made an jaw dropping Barbarian Girl. She
was wearing some kind of leather corset which barely covered her nipples, a
studded dog collar and a fake fur wrap which did little to conceal her
overflowing tits. Her hair and make-up were wild, but most incredible was
the leather G-string which was basically all she was wearing on the lower
half of her body. I think she was supposed to be wearing the fur wrap
around her waist, but she didn't have it on as she bustled around the
living room, her ass exposed, making ready to leave. I just couldn't
believe Dad let her wear this thing -  It would be a miracle if she didn't
get arrested.

Dad was in the kitchen as Mom walked by me and wiggled seductively.  "How
do I look, Buddy?" she asked in a low voice. "Good enough to eat," I
replied as she responded by licking her lips lasciviously and sashaying by.
I was on the verge of reaching out and grabbing her when Dad walked back
into the room. He had a Thermos full of Mai Tais and two glasses as he went
out to the car. "See you later, baby" Mom breathed to me as she gave me a
lingering kiss and followed him out. This is all I needed. Once again she
had me climbing the walls. I beat off thinking about the way Mom had looked
in her costume, and what had happened the last time she had revealed her
sexuality in public.

They came home around three in the morning. I could tell they had had some
kind of a fight because Dad came in and immediately staggered upstairs to
bed without saying anything.

Mom came in next, swaying and looking beat, dragging the fur wrap behind
her. She sat down heavily next to me, seeming pretty drunk. I couldn't help
looking down and seeing most of her pussy, barely concealed by the leather
crotch cover she had on. Mom apparently had shaved her cunt clean, as you
could see everything but the lips of her sex. I was getting ferociously
turned on, and didn't bother hiding the huge hard on ballooning in my
pants.  We pretended to watch the TV for a while, and then I felt her hand
playing with the hair on the back of my head. Clearly I had a horny little
Mommy on my hands, and I intended to make the most of it.

I turned to her and our mouths met. Our teeth clinked as I thrust my tongue
down Mom's throat. She was quickly in my arms and pinned under my jutting
pelvis. She spread her legs wide and I ground my hot cock against her
mound. Everything was going great as I got her tits out and began working
them over. "Oh baby, oh baby, no... Please... please don't do that, uhnnn,"
she moaned as I popped first one and then the other nipple into my mouth. I
glanced up at her as I bit down on her tit and saw her eyes glaze over and
her lips parting, flashing white teeth. She was writhing under me and I was
about to come. Not this time. I continued to suckle her sweet enormous tits
as I reached down to my zipper. "Ohhhhhh... Buddy... we can't baby, no...
I'm your mother..." I heard her whimper as I continued my assault on her
breasts.

I just about had by cock out when we heard feet on the stairs. Mom was up
and into the kitchen with the speed of light. I got my zipper back up just
before the old man got into the living room. I stared at the TV as he
walked by. I looked up at him but he stomped straight into the kitchen. I
couldn't hear what happened next, but Dad soon went upstairs followed
slowly by Mom. It appeared she had put him in his place, wherever that was.
She glanced over to me as she went up to bed, but I couldn't really read
her expression.


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Message-ID: <094326Z19121995@anon.penet.fi>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest
From: an412639@anon.penet.fi
Reply-To: an412639@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 19 Dec 1995 09:37:53 UTC
Subject: NEW In Training (mF, inc, exhib, mild SM)


This is my first story. If you like it, email me.

If you are under eighteen, don't email me, email your parents and ask them
if they care that you are reading porn on the net. When I was much younger
(young teens) I thought all the weird sexual kinks people have were
hysterically funny. I don't think those kinks are contagious. If you are
bent in a certain way, these odd things will appeal to your sexual nature.
If you aren't, they will most likely seem elaborate, clinical, Byzantine
(ask your parents what that means), and mostly really funny.  Sermon over.


In Training 2/2

by Paraclete


4.

From that point on, it seemed like there was a constant struggle going on
between Mom and me, with us always nearly getting it on, but for one reason
or another never quite getting down to it. Mom had to fend me off quite a
bit, because we still made out passionately, if not as often. She did
occasionally let me rub myself off on her, as long as she orgasmed too.
This led to some suicidally close calls with Dad, but that only seemed to
add to Mom's excitement. There was one time in the garage when I had her in
my lap with her T-shirt up over her tits. The automatic garage door opener
made us jump as Dad turned into the driveway and we once again barely
evaded detection.

Mom certainly didn't stop teasing me, and in some ways that part got worse.
She apparently dug the way she felt in her Barbarian Girl mode, because she
started wearing a lot of black leather. I often caught glimpses of studded
bras and garters under her clothes. Mom looked really hot in a tight black
micro miniskirt she bought from a mail order company, which she wore with
spike heels in a perfect come-fuck-me display. She didn't really flaunt
this stuff around Dad (as far as I knew), but when he wasn't around she
felt free to show herself without inhibition. Mom would often ask my
opinion of her outfits, trying to decide if they were too far out for work.
(Which was of course ridiculous. The only kind of company with this stuff
in its dress code is found in the Yellow Pages under Escorts). I remember
one number which consisted of nothing but a harness and chains for her
tits. I was dying to see her in it, but she only showed it to me on a
hanger. Mom meanwhile was loving every second of my frustration. I really
liked seeing her in sexy clothes and everything, but I wasn't getting
closer to achieving my personal goal, namely claiming her sweet pussy for
my own.

One night, after Mom had drained most of a bottle of wine, we were necking
on the couch. She seemed particularly hot and ready to be fucked. I had her
panties down around one ankle, and was beginning to stroke her pussy. As
usual she pushed my hand away, but I was persistent and put it right back
without letting up a bit. I slicked up her pussy with my wet fingers. Mom
was moaning "...OK...OK... that's it... ohhhh... we better stop now,
baby... ummm.."

After a bit I slid down to the bottom of the couch and gently parted her
legs. she fought me, but I leaned down and blew softly on her clit. Her
struggles increased. "Buddy, knock it off...  You know I'm not going to let
you do that, just... stop it. I mean it, I... "

At this point I locked my lips to her clit, and slowly drew my tongue up
its length. With feathery softness I made love to her cunt with my mouth.
As I increased the pace, Mom's struggles were replaced with soft cries of
pleasure. This was working out better than I had dared hope. I was licking
and sucking Mom's pussy and she was loving it. It was time for part two of
my plan. I carefully pulled  Mom onto the floor and worked her clit over
with passion. We were to the side of the room where I could reach the cord
for the blinds. Our living room was on the second floor of the townhouse we
lived in, and the room was about to be exposed to a parking lot and a
fairly busy urban street. I slowly opened the blinds as I continued to play
with her pussy. I then went down on her again and heard her start to moan
and gasp. "Stop, Buddy! You gotta stop... Ahhhnng.." I felt her cumming
buckets on my face. It was great. I quickly sat up on a chair and pulled
down my fly. My cock sprang out and was pointing right at her face. Mom
swallowed hard as she looked at it. I started stroking my cock with one
hand and with the other I reached for the back of Mom's head. "Oh no baby.
I can't," she said softly. "You know we can't do this." I stood and pulled
her head toward my dick. It brushed against her face as she noticed the
open blinds.

Mom sat straight up, her eyes wide in shock. She pulled her skirt down into
place and started to get up. I pulled her to me, still on her knees, and my
throbbing cock pushed against her flushed cheek. "Do it, Mom." I said. "You
know you want to. Eat it." I once again grabbed her head in one hand and my
cock in the other and forcibly pushed the rod against her mouth. Then she
sagged like the air had gone out of her, and slowly fed my dick into her
hot little mouth. "All right... all right," she said quietly, " I'll get
you off." I fought the impulse to force it down her throat, to gag her with
the dick that had waited so long for this, but Mom was now sucking me so
slowly and so well I just fell back and let her work me over. I looked at
her face and was surprised to see that she was crying as she blew me. I
could tell she was turned on, though.

She bathed my dick in drool, slowly working up and down its length, feeding
it past her pink frosted lips. Though no one was there to see us through
the window, knowing she was exposed was filling Mom with intense forbidden
thrills. She was now the kind of woman who sucked off her own kid, who was
so hungry for cock that she would show the world how she couldn't live
without it. She loved giving her son head, and for that moment didn't care
who saw it. Tears were running down her cheeks but Mom came three times
humping my leg as she worked over my cock. She sucked just the head when
she felt me ready to come, then slowly drew out my orgasm until I thought
I'd go nuts. She cradled my balls with one hand while steadily jacking the
root of my dick with the other.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. The sight of Mom slurping my rod like
a cock-crazy whore, just going after it like she was a total sex slave,
made me shoot like a volcano. I came too hard too fast for her to swallow
all of it, and a glistening streak of cum ran down her chin. She kept
sucking until she had gotten every bit of cream. We fell back on the carpet
in the moonlight, exhausted.

5.

The following day Mom acted like nothing had happened. She came down
dressed for work in a business suit and heels that morning, and said she
was running late. Dad had already headed to work. Mom bent over the
breakfast table to kiss me goodbye, but I pulled her into my lap. As she
squirmed against my already raging hard on, I grabbed her by her chin and
gave her a deep kiss. She resisted at first but got into it when I wouldn't
let her up. She undulated her butt on my stiff member as I sucked her
tongue. Finally Mom struggled to her feet. "Jesus Buddy, calm down,' she
said as she straightened her hair, "I've got to get to work." I got up and
walked to the open front door, blocking her from leaving. She stood in
front of me in the hallway, grinning, her hand on her hip. "Get out of the
way. I cannot be late today." I responded by slowly pulling down my zipper.
All eight inches popped out, and that's about how far Mom's eyes did, too.

"Get down on your knees and suck my cock, Mom. Now," I commanded.  I
honestly had no idea what she would do, but I figured after what had
happened last night I had nothing to lose. Imagine my surprise when Mom
sank to her knees and crawled on all fours over to the open doorway where I
stood. She looked up at me as she wrapped her small hand around my shaft,
jacking it slowly. This was happening while I was standing in our open
doorway. If anyone had been walking by there would be no doubt about what
they were seeing. It was insane, but for some reason I didn't care. Mom was
staring at my cock and licking her lips as she jacked me. "Buddy... make
me," she murmured, "Force me to do it... please..."

That was all I needed to hear. I got a big handful of her red curls and
yanked her up so she was mashed against my crotch. Once again I fed her my
swelling dick, and once again she started sucking it like a lifelong come
addict. While Mom was blowing me I continued pulling her hair. With her
suspended there before me, I then began to pump my hips, fucking her
throat. "Yeah baby, do it... Unhhhh... fuck my mouth," she said between
plunges. "I love it... I love your dick... I want it all baby... Make me
your cocksucking whore."  I began mercilessly fucking her face, watching
Mom's lips get puffy and red as I mauled them. She was moaning and drooling
all over my dick, as I turned a bit to expose her even more to the street.
Here was a nice scene from suburbia: the PTA Mom of the Year down on her
knees, starting the day by greedily pumping her son's hard dick into her
face. I suddenly came so hard I felt like the top of my head was coming
off. I pulled out of her sucking mouth and shot my load all over Mom's
face, drenching her cheeks and neck with semen. I let her go up to her room
and clean up for work while I thought of all the fun we would have later.

As you might imagine, things were a little different around the house after
that. Mom still put up a fight, but we both knew I had her number, at least
when it came to oral sex. I must have poured a gallon of come down her
throat a week during that time. I sucked her when I wanted and she sucked
me when I wanted. Things were going great. One favorite spot of ours was in
our back yard just as the sun was setting. Romantic, huh? Mom would tease
me a little, usually showing off some tit and rubbing up against me, and
when I'd grab her she'd start whimpering about how she just can't do this
anymore. About that time I would rip open her shirt and force her to go
down on her favorite eight inches. Sometimes she would cry and sometimes
pout afterward, but she always went down on my dick and she always got off
as she sucked me.

Mom liked it a little rough, too. One time she went overboard with the
teasing and pushed me until I slapped her. She gave a little yelp and
plunged her hand into her pants to jack herself off. After cumming like a
hurricane, she encouraged me to do it again. So I smacked her across her
mouth and she fell on top of me, kissing and loving me all the more for it.
It started getting out of hand when I slapped her hard enough to make her
lips bleed a little, although it turned me on to see her bloody lips
wrapped around my dick in total supplication. This really wasn't my scene
though, so I didn't push it any further.

6.

I think Mom believed that if she sucked me off two or three times a day I
wouldn't be so single minded about getting into her cunt. In spite of all
the wild stuff we had going on, Mom was still adamant about keeping me out
of her pussy. So naturally that was all I could think about.  One night
when Mom and I had been messing around and drinking Pina Coladas things
came to a head. She was prancing around in that tiny leather skirt with
just a black leather bra and spike heels on. The pizza guy came to the door
and I made Mom answer it. She invited him in and for my benefit made quite
a show of bending over for her purse, exposing her g-string and her ass to
the delivery boy. She straightened up and asked him if he wanted a tip.
This Pizza guy was some pimply kid about my age who had no idea what was
going on. He looked scared to death. At least he had enough brains to say
yeah to the tip thing though, because Mom went over and gave him a kiss
that melted all the pizza cheese from there to Wisconsin. The kid looked
like he was about to totally lose it, but Mom just said Thank you, turned
and walked away, swishing her hot ass as she strode into the kitchen. He
beat it out the door, and I went after my crazy, sexy mother.

Mom was in the den, bending over the coffee table and pulling out a piece
of pizza. Her fine ass was there for the grabbing, so I did. Mom squealed
and ran across the room, laughing. I knew she was really turned on by her
behavior with the Pizza guy. I pinned her on the couch and started necking
with her, biting and kissing her throat and mouth. Soon her legs were
wrapped around me and our pelvises were grinding together. I had finally
had enough. Mom must have known what was coming, because she barely put up
a fight. I ripped off her bra, burying my head in her warm tits. After
driving her wild with my chewing on her nipples I sat up and ripped off her
panties. Mom kind of screamed, and started acting scared. Having been
through this many times before I was having none of it. I slapped her hands
out of the way as I pulled off my sweats. My cock was enormous, straining
to go where it had been trying to get for these many long months.

"Come on, baby," Mom said as she eyed my shaft hungrily, "Let me suck it
for you... I'm hungry for some come, Buddy. Fill Mommy's mouth with your
big cock."

I stopped for a moment, staring down at this wild, slutty woman who
happened to be my mother. As she laid there panting, naked except for the
skirt bunched up around her waist, I knew the time had come. I pushed her
back down and parted her thighs. She looked like she was ready to come
before I even touched her. "Buddy, stop it. You know you promised you
wouldn't do this" (I had promised no such thing) "Baby, I'm your mother,
you know we can't fuck. Here, let me suck you..." She grabbed my dick but I
pushed her away, positioning myself between her legs. I slid forward and my
cock brushed her clit. She jumped as if from an electric shock. I moved my
swollen, purple shaft down and slowly pushed it in.

Mom's cunt was very hot, very tight, and very wet as it stretched to take
inch by slow inch her son's nearly bursting dick. Mom's eyes rolled back in
her head as she babbled incoherently. I slowly began to push in and out,
making her feel each vein and ridge on my dick. "Owwwww... oh Buddy, oh,
oh, oh.." Then she was screaming and coming and flailing around as I tried
to hold on and not pop for just a few moments more. We locked into a hot
fucking rhythm as I picked up speed. Mom was clawing my back, moaning and
begging for it all, and that's exactly what she was getting. She came
again, and feeling her pussy clench took me over the cliff. I pumped a
cupful of semen into her steaming pussy and collapsed.. We were both
soaking wet with sweat, come and sex.

That night I took her twice more, the last time in her tight ass. Mom was
so pumped full of my cream I don't know how she walked the next day. The
following night we picked up right where we left off. From that time
forward she stopped resisting me and became for all intents and purposes a
contented little whore, happy to nurse on my dick or take it up the butt
whenever the mood struck me, which it did early and often.

So that's pretty much it. While she's not exactly a sex slave like in the
porn books, Mom really enjoys being owned sexually by her son. The Trainer
is now well trained. She's even reached the point that she's stopped hiding
it from Dad. They have a relationship that is in its way even weirder than
Mom's and mine. Apparently she's told him everything, and in some odd way
he gets off on it. I know because one night while he was asleep on the
couch she crawled up on me in the recliner, straddled me and lowered her
hot cunny on my dick, taking it in slow, deep thrusts. I couldn't believe
it, but after everything we had been through I can't say I was surprised. I
did wonder why Mom was twisting around as we indulged in this latest
outrage, but then I figured out that she was trying to expose her wet pussy
getting reamed to the sleeping man on the couch. As she bobbed up and down
she made enough noise that of course he woke up, though he never let on.
These days Mom will wear some outrageous outfit or start some shit with me,
and not even care that her husband is in the room. For my part, I let her
live out her fantasies, most of which have to do with being her son's
whore. Mom is totally mine now, and frankly I love making the most of it.






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