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Boys and girls, you further certify that you will not masturbate over your keyboard, rub your cock until it's too raw, pinch your nipples too hard, or do that funny thing with your fingers inside your pussy. _____________________________ Story ___________________ MY PORNO-LOVING MOTHER by Dakota Dave Part 3 of 4 The next morning, I was barely able to look at Mom without seeing her naked in my mind, and without feeling my cock twitch. She wore shorts and a tank top and my eyes undressed her every time I glanced in her direction. I finally retreated to the bathroom and beat off to relieve some of the pressure in my balls. Mom said she was going to take me to dinner that evening and thought she would go look for a new dress for the occasion. When she asked if I wanted to go shopping with her, I declined, saying I wanted to hang around and look up some of my old high school friends. As soon as she left the house, I went into the den. I looked around on the shelf of the entertainment center, but saw nothing other than the usual assortment of mainstream videos. There was a locked door on the shelf, but a minute with a paper clip made short work of that. Inside, I found an healthy assortment of X-rated videos, some old classics, some more recent: "Insatiable" "Talk Dirty To Me" "The Bitches of Westwood" all were there, along with "Hidden Obsessions" "Night Trips" and "Elements of Desire." The one that caught my eye, however, was "Taboo 5." I had seen most of the other movies last year at the frat house, but hadn't seen that one. I popped it in the VCR and began to watch. It was a mother/son incest video, and by the time the "son" had finished fucking the hell out of the "mother" (Colleen Brennan - what a nasty bitch she was) and coming all over her tits and face, I had my dick out and jerking off. Sitting in the same chair my mother had masturbated in last night. I was turned on by the video, but also turned on by the thought of my mother watching it. Had she watched it ? Were these her videos or some that Dad had left behind ? It seemed reasonable to assume that she had seen them all. Did she watch "Taboo 5" and think about me ? I grunted and pumped six or seven thick wads of cum all over my chest and belly - the 5th orgasm I had had in less than twenty-four hours due to thoughts of my mother. --------- Dinner reservations were for 8:00 at one of the nicer places in town, so nice that I even decided to wear a tie. When she walked into the living room at 7:30, I almost fell off the sofa. Her hair swept up on one side and fell over the opposite shoulder. Her makeup was dark and dramatic, perfectly accentuating those luminous green eyes. She was wearing a black evening dress that was unlike anything I had ever seen on her (why was I still surprised by this ?) It was ultra feminine without being gaudy. Cut in a low, square front, I could see the rounded tops of her breasts pushing up. Nicely fitted, it showcased her trim waistline and womanly hips. It was a little above knee length, showing off her sleek calves, encased in dark hosiery. Gleaming black patent leather pumps and a three-strand pearl choker and matching pearl bracelet completed the ensemble. I felt my cock twitch as I gazed at her and complimented her. "You look mighty handsome, too !" she purred as she took my arm and lead me to the car. All the way to the restaurant, I kept sneaking glances at her, marveling at how beautiful she was, and thinking about what I had seen the night before. My dick was throbbing by the time we parked and went into the dimly lit restaurant. My jacket provided some cover, and I don't think she noticed. Dinner was a blur. Aided by the champagne she ordered, I was entranced by my mother's beauty and mesmerized by her charm. I finally asked her why she hadn't gotten a boyfriend yet. Her features took on a strained expression and she confessed that she was put off and intimidated by the "dating scene." Apparently some of the men at the gym had hit on her and the few dates she had tried were disasters. "They all seem to think that a separated or divorced woman is an easy mark, but I just don't go for that" she explained. "They all wanted to, er, get a little physical early on, but I just can't do that without some sort of emotional attachment. As much as I hate your father for what he did, I just can't go jump in bed with someone on the first date. Not that I haven't been tempted. But I have ways of handling that, so I've just decided I could do without men for a while until I get myself together." "Ways of handling that."..... I thought about what she had just said. I guess she meant that drinking wine and watching porn flicks while she diddled herself was the easiest way to avoid the stress of men in her life. After dinner, Mom wanted to go into the adjacent lounge for "a nightcap." I was a little bemused: I had never seen her so relaxed - of course - I think she was more than a "little" buzzed. We had only been there for a few minutes before a guy came over and asked her to dance. She politely declined, but not two minutes later, another man approached her. Again, a polite refusal. "Dan, you've got to help me out here. I don't want to leave, but these guys are making me uncomfortable. How about dancing with your old mother?" she pleaded. How could I refuse? We danced like fools, laughing and talking the whole time. I could almost forget that she WAS my mother. Finally a slow number came up , and I headed back to the table. "Oh no, you don't" she giggled. "I'm still not safe from those animals." She snuggled into my arms and lay her head against my chest. I was feeling no pain by that time, either, and she felt so damn good. My arms went around her and cradled her warm body. Subconsciously, I ran my hand up and down her back, and she sighed and moved even closer. I could smell her perfume and the sweetness of her hair. I felt my cock thicken and start to swell against her belly, and in panic I backed away. "What's the matter ?" she asked in alarm. "Mom, I think we need to leave now. I think I've had too much to drink" I stuttered. "Oh, relax, Dan, you're fine. I know you're OK." she said softly. "And I'm really enjoying myself too. If we get too tipsy, we'll call a cab. Just enjoy the music." And with that, she moved against me again. I KNEW she could feel my swollen meat. Was it my imagination, or did she wiggle just a bit as we swayed back and forth? I did the best I could, but for the rest of the night, I know Mom felt my hard cock pulsing against her when we slow danced. I should have just left, but I guess some part of me wanted to see how far this was going to go. We danced and drank until the place closed down. And we called a cab - we were drunk, not stupid. In the cab, Mom snuggled close to me in the back seat, her eyes slightly glazed. "I had SO much fun tonight, Danny" she whispered, "more fun than I've had in a long, long time." She hadn't called me "Danny" since I was about ten years old. She dropped a hand to my thigh and gently stroked my leg, her head on my shoulder. I was frozen with fear and desire. I sat rigidly the rest of the way home, feeling the heat of her hand burning my leg just inches from my stiff dick. When we got home, we weaved into the house. Mom told me to pour her a wine cooler while she used the bathroom and join her in the den, for one last drink . My hands were shaking as I handled the bottle (just like the one she had "handled" the night before). What the hell was I doing ? I should just go to bed, or better yet, leave the house before something happened that I would regret later. Too late. She came back in the den, wearing her long floor-length green silk robe that she had belted securely around her. It was cut loose enough that her body was hidden beneath the flowing lines. Her feet were bare. Nothing too overt here.... Maybe I was just drunk and my imagination had been working overtime... We sat and sipped our drinks in a buzzed silence until Mom suddenly asked if I wanted to watch a video. Without waiting for an answer, she got up and reached on top of the entertainment center and got a key that she used to unlock the cabinet that held the adult videos! "Since you seem to enjoy watching these so much, I thought we could watch one together" she said, matter-of-factly. I was stunned. I stammered out something to the effect of I didn't know what she was talking about, but she interrupted by saying, "Don't bother, Danny. I saw you this morning. I left my credit cards home and when I came back in to get them you were very "involved" in your video. You never even knew I was here." Shit...... I was horrified that she had seen me. My alcohol-induced haze was instantly cleared by the rush of adrenaline that shot through me. Did she suspect what was going through my mind while I was watching? It got worse. "I also know that you were watching ME late last night" she continued. "I didn't know until I was getting ready for bed and found an opened can of Pepsi on the table over there by the door. It was still cold. I figured you forgot to take it with you." "Mom, I don't..." was all I got out before she interrupted. "Relax Danny, let's be mature about this. I find those videos exciting, especially after your Dad left. I know you've had your share of girlfriends at college, and even before you left, for that matter. So you know what life's all about. And since we both seem to enjoy this type of video, why not share them ?" I couldn't get over how matter of fact she was about it. And she DID make a good point. Still, it was a bit weird, especially after the way we had been so "close" earlier. I just sat quietly and gulped my beer as she inserted a tape and started the VCR. It was an Andrew Blake film - "Secrets." For the first few minutes the only sound in the room was the new age music from the sound track. But as Rocco Siffredi was fucking the shit out of Ashlyn Gere in the first scene, I heard Mom whimper. I snuck a look at her and saw that she was squeezing her legs together and clutching the arms of the chair, obviously trying to control the impulse to touch herself. Heart pounding, I said "It's OK, Mom, go ahead.." Then, heart pounding, I grabbed my stiff cock through my pants and began to massage it as I looked back at the screen. I didn't dare look her way for a few minutes. I was taking a risk, but I somehow I felt it would be OK. When I next glanced at her, Mom had one hand inside her robe, between her legs, and the other was gently caressing her breasts through the silk robe. Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Her feet were up on the edge of the coffee table in front of her, showing her tanned lower legs and that dainty gold anklet on her left foot. She wasn't looking at the screen, though. She was watching my hand on the swollen bulge in my too-tight trousers. "Mom?" I asked, almost afraid to think the unthinkable. "Do it" she whispered in a barely audible voice. "Let me see..." I unzipped my fly, and tried to pull my dick free, but it wouldn't bend enough to work it through the opening. I threw caution to the wind - I stood up, and undid my belt and pants and slid them down to my ankles. My 7" cock stood exposed in the dim light of the TV, the head purple and drooling pre-cum. I was barely five feet from my mother. She gasped "Oh, my god!" Her hand at her crotch moved faster and then her head rolled back and she let out a guttural groan as her body shook with her orgasm. "Now, show ME, Mom" I said, far more calmly than I felt. With only a slight hesitation, she stood up and let the robe slip to the floor. She was wearing a white lace teddy. Her hard nipples and neatly trimmed pubic bush showed clearly through the gauzy fabric. Her chest heaved from fear and excitement. "SHOW me, Mom" I said again, more forcefully this time. "Danny..." she whimpered. She was teetering on the edge of what little decency we both had left. "NOW!" I barked, taking my dick in my hand and pumping it slowly, feeling it throb as I looked at her barely concealed body. With a little moan she slipped the straps of the teddy over her shoulders and pulled the skimpy little garment past her breasts, over her womanly hips, and down her sleek legs. Her heavy boobs swayed slightly as she kicked the fabric off her feet. At the same time, I skinned out of my shirt and stepped out of my pants. We stood there, nude, looking at each other in tense silence. On the TV, Zara Whites was getting butt-fucked. I didn't care. "Danny" she began again, "I'm so, so..." Her voice trailed off and she looked at me helplessly. I began to understand what she wanted. What I wanted... "I know what you are. You're horny. You watch these pornos and get all worked up - imagining what it would be like if YOU were one of those sluts. You're just a wanna-be porno-slut, aren't you?" I sneered, my voice trembling just a little with the thought of the way I was talking and acting with my own mother. "You watch porno flicks and you want to be just like those bitches in those videos, don't you? You want to get fucked by a big, hard cock and suck dick and swallow cum and live out your sleazy little fantasies, don't you?" It was as though my words tripped a switch in her. She shuddered and closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them again, they had a strange glint and she began to purr: "Yeah, that's right. I AM a porno slut. I'm just so horny all the time. I'm a horny little tramp who wants to fuck and suck and eat cum and come and come and COME!" And with that, she fell back onto the chair and plunged two fingers into her sopping cunt and began finger-fucking herself while staring me in my eyes. With her other hand she began squeezing her meaty tits. I grabbed my cock again and stepped closer to her, right between her wide-spread legs. I pumped my cock in time with her hand in her pussy. We were playing out a role now, lost in our own little world. "This is what you want, isn't it, bitch?" I rasped. You want a big fat prick, don't you ? You want to feel it and taste it and use it, don't you, cunt ?" "Oh, shit, it makes me so hot when you talk like that. Talk dirty to me son, tell me what I want" she groaned as I kept up my filthy talk. She sat up so her face was inches from my dick. I could feel her panting breath on the head. Her hand worked even faster between her legs. I could smell her juices. Her nipples were hard as pebbles. I smiled down at her and whispered, "Look at it. It's so big and fat and hard. Just like those dicks on the videos. Full of cum. Imagine how it would feel inside that wet little pussy of yours. Look at it." I waved it back and forth in front of her face. Her eyes followed it like a person being hypnotized. My prick was so swollen, I thought it would split. Gooey pre-cum coated the length and I could hear the 'splat, splat' of my hand as I fucked my fist right in my mother's face. She lunged. Her free hand came up and slapped my hand away from my dick and grasped it by the base as she wrapped her full red lips around my dickhead, sucking hard. Her lips were stretched wide by my thickness as her tongue tickled my pee-hole, digging for the all the cock juice she could find. Her left hand jacked on the base of my cock as her other hand stabbed her cunt. Her fingers were long and slender, but my dick is so thick she couldn't wrap her fingers completely around my girth. She was drooling on my cock - her saliva ran down the shaft and slicked up her hand. My mind was reeling - my mother sucking my dick while she diddled herself.... Her head moved faster and faster, meeting her tightly clenched hand on the downstroke, her breath rasping through her nostrils with little snorts. I wrapped one hand in her long, black hair and held it back so I could watch. She pulled back for a second and just licked the underside of my cock while she gazed up at me with unadulterated lust on her face. She caught just the head in her mouth, holding her teeth gently just behind the flared corona while she teased my piss-hole some more. Then she rolled her full red lips over her teeth and sucked so hard I thought my nuts would be sucked through my dick. I could see the outline of my cockhead as she pressed it against the inside of her cheek. She alternated between soft, fluttering kisses on the head and hard, deep pulls to the back of her mouth. Spitting out my rock-hard meat, she moved her hand to my ass and squeezed my butt-cheek while she played a game of chase with her tongue and my cock. It smacked against her cheek and rubbed over her nose and forehead as she dropped her head and lapped at my ball-sac, nudging my nuts with her tongue, sucking on the little hairs on my scrotum. She popped one, then the other, into her hot mouth and sucked gently. With my balls in her mouth, my dick lay against the side of her face, the veiny shaft over her left eye, the purple head resting on her forehead. She was moaning now, and making little grunting noises. I was moaning, too, my legs trembling as I got the blow-job of my life. I pulled her head back by her hair and reached down with the other hand and hefted her left jug, feeling the heavy weight in my hand. I twisted her nipple and her eyes closed as she came again, her orgasm brought on by her hand in her crotch and my hand on her tit. I released her boob, and grabbed my rock-hard cock, stroking it slowly, pumping more dick cream to the tip. It dripped off in a slow stream and fell onto her tits. She groaned as she felt the wetness on her flesh. I backed away a step and she slid off the chair and onto her knees in front of me. I stood over her as she looked up past my cock at my face. "Please..." she gasped, reaching for my dick with her tongue. I kept a tight grip on her hair and kept the head of my cock just out of her reach. "Please, WHAT ?" I asked, enjoying the sight of her lusty expression. "Please give me your cock. Please!" she whined. "You want my cock? You want your own son's cock, you bitch ? You're a slut, you know that?" I began to slap her face with my cock, teasing her with it as she tried to twist her head and catch it with her mouth. I tightened my grip in her hair and held her head completely still as I dick-whipped my mother, leaving little smears of pre-cum on her beautiful features. She was almost whimpering now as she closed her eyes and shivered through another come. "YES! I want it, you bastard! I AM a slut, and I want my own son's cock. Don't tease me, give me that dick. Feed your momma that dick. Fuck my mouth, fuck my face, use it like it was a pussy. Oh, god, just give me your fucking dick," she raved. I let go of her hair then, and she stuffed my cock into her mouth with a sob. I grabbed her head with both hands and began to hump my meat in and out of her mouth, driving a little more of my dick into her stretched lips with each twitch of my hips. Her hand came out of her pussy and she squeezed my thighs with both hands as she braced herself against my legs. My dick is about 6" in circumference and her lips were stretched tightly around the shaft, as she tried to get all of me into her mouth. The spongy head poked the back of her throat and she made a gagging sound. I pulled back immediately and she panted for air for a second. "I can do it" she pleaded. "It's just that you're so damn thick. Please, let me try again?" She lowered her head a bit and then kissed the head of my dick. S-l-o-w-l-y my prick disappeared between her red lips as they encircled my diameter. She paused just a minute and then dipped her head just a fraction to get a bit more of a straight line into her throat. I felt the tip of my cock press against her palate and then pop through. She snorted for air through her nostrils and then closed her eyes as my cock slid into her throat. Her lips touched my pubic hair and she held her face against me for a second. I felt her throat convulsing as she fought her gag reflex. Then she slid back up my length until just the head was in her mouth, her tongue teasing the slit in the tip. Her eyes opened and twinkled as she relished her success. "See ?" she gloated, "I told you I could do it. Now give it ALL to me!." Her hands came up from my thighs and grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me to her sweaty face as she plunged down on me again, not stopping or slowing until she had all seven inches of me. My hips started moving again, faster and faster until I was long-stroking her throat, her head snapping back with the force of my thrusts. She loved it, making little "mmpf, glmph, hmmf" noises as I fucked her face. My sweaty balls banged against her chin on each down stroke. Her head twisted back and forth, trying to wring the cum from them. My shaft and her chin were covered with her spit as she gave me the wettest, sloppiest blowjob I had ever had. I was sweating and gasping as I skull-fucked my mother. If I hadn't already come so much in the last day, I would have blown my load long before now. And I was getting ready to do it again. "Shit, Mom, I can't hold out much longer. You gotta stop now!" I said as I let go of my grip on her head. Instantly, she slipped her mouth off my cock. It was so hard that you could see every bump and vein in it's shiny length. It visibly pulsed and twitched with each beat of my heart. "Oh, no!" she said with a sneer on her face. Her hand pumped me as she continued: "I want that cum of yours. I saw you jerk off this morning and I've wanted it all day long. And you're gonna give it to me, mother-fucker. That's right, I'm your mother and that makes you a mother-fucker! You're gonna let me suck on you until you spray and when you do, I want it all over my face, just like the sluts in those videos. Are you man enough to do that? Huh? Are you man enough to give your nasty mother what she wants? Can you shoot that hot creamy sperm all over her face? All over her dirty, slut face? Come on, Danny, show me what you've got." And with that, she swallowed me whole again. My mind was reeling. My mother was the hottest woman I had ever known, hell, the hottest I had ever even HEARD about. "OK, you nasty little cocksucker, I'll show you what kind of man I am. I'll show you." I began to savagely punch my dick into her mouth, until she was in danger of tipping over backwards. I grabbed her hair again and twisted it until she gave a muffled little shriek. Her eyes were watering as I kept the tempo up. I felt my nuts draw up against me and I grabbed my cock and pulled it away from her, listening to her gasp for breath. I pumped my dick, aiming it right at her nose, barely six inches away. Her mouth was open and her tongue was out, just like Ashlyn Gere had done in the video a few minutes ago. "Oh, god! Here I go! Take it, Mom, take it ALL!" I said between gritted teeth. _____ End of Part 3 0f 4 _______ -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /