Suburban Mommy Slut

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Thank you to Jennifer M. for your inspiration and your smutty mind.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.

Chapter One

I’ll admit it. I’m perverted and twisted.

But that’s what makes me tick.

I can be “normal” — when I want to be. I’ve been married for ten years and have two great boys, ages 7 and 4. I live in a nondescript tract house in the suburbs and drive my sensible SUV to their soccer games.

But now? I’m in my naughty mode. I’m taking a bath right now, carefully washing the “C” cup tits on my slender frame, each bearing the suntan marks of my bikini top. I just shaved my legs and my pubic patch, leaving a small landing patch of light brown hair. I’m ready to go. And where? You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.

I put on my favorite party dress. You know, the one that’s so low cut you can see my tits when I bend over and slit up the side so you can see my frilly panties. I put on my “fuck me” pumps with the five inch heels to complete my outfit. That’s my idea of a party.

I drive my car to a nearby convenience store and wait in the parking lot. Minutes later a black limo with tinted windows pulls into the parking lot. The window rolls down halfway and I see a woman’s face.

“Get in slut,” she orders me.

I get in. It’s my Domme, Claudia. I’ve been seeing her for several months now, and it was her idea for me to provide the entertainment at my nephew’s bachelor party. She arranged it. I’ve always wanted to suck and fuck my nephew since he became a handsome young man. You might say it’s an obsession. It’s wrong. I know it. She can see that I’m nervous. She runs the back of her hand up my thighs, all the way to the crotch. It gives me chills up my spine, but relaxes me, knowing that I’m in her loving hands.

“Put this on,” she says as she hands me a small plastic shopping bag. I look in it. It’s a studded collar and a black leather hood with holes cut out for the eyes and mouth and a zipper in the back. I put on the collar, adjusting it so it’s just tight enough. I then take the hood and pull it over my head. She zips up the back. My nose and ears are now covered. I’m starting to hyperventilate.

“Relax slut. You’ll get used to the hood.” She puts her hand inside my bra and squeezes my nipple. “Be good,” she whispers as the car pulls into a parking lot. She clips a leash onto my collar and leads me out of the car. I’m shivering in the cool night air in my flimsy dress.

We arrive at a budget chain hotel on the far side of town. We stop by the front desk where Mistress Claudia casually slips the desk clerk a hundred dollar bill. The few hotel guests in the lobby are outright staring at me as I walk by with my hood and slutty clothes on, led by a beautiful Domme. We ignore them.

We arrive at “The Redwood Board Room” at the end of the hall. There is no redwood in the room, nor would any self-respecting board meet there. Mistress Claudia knocks and a slightly drunk young man answers. They trade pleasantries and the door is held open for the two of us. As we walk in the banter dies down. There’s loud music playing. Everyone in the room is staring at us. It’s a canlı bahis room filled with chintzy conference room furniture and littered with red plastic cups of beer. Porn is playing on the TV, though no one is watching.

Mistress Claudia takes command. “I’m Mistress Claudia. This is my slut. She’ll do whatever I tell her to do.” She tugs the leash to show everyone who’s boss and then scans the room. “OK, who’s the lucky guy?” My nephew Jason raises his hand, wobbling slightly on his feet. I feel a shiver go up my spine, knowing that I’ll soon be having sex with my nephew.

Mistress Claudia jerks my leash towards him. “Suck his cock, slut.”

I shed my dress and bra so I’m just in my heels. All of the men are watching my impromptu strip tease. I kneel in front of Jason and unzip his pants. He’s staring down at me and using his hands to fondle my tits. It feels so good having his young hands pawing at my breasts. This is so slutty — so wrong. I love it. I pull his young, hard cock out of his pants. It’s already leaking pre-cum when I give it a stroke with my hand, making him close his eyes and issue a soft moan. I imagine I’m his new wife, about the suck his cock on their wedding night. It makes me even more wet.

I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment. Jason is my favorite nephew. He grew up into a handsome young man, and in two weeks he’ll be marrying a beautiful redhead he met in college. But right now, he and his cock belong to me. It’s a long, thin cock with a slight upturn to it. I put his cock in his mouth, relishing the gamey taste of his cock and pre-cum. I get halfway down and then put my hands behind him and pull him towards me until his cock is all the way down my throat. He grabs hold of my hair, which is sticking out of the back of the hood, and pulls it towards him as well. I love to have my hair pulled when I’m sucking cock.

“Oh fuck,” he exclaims as I massage his cock with the muscles in my throat. He fires his first load of the night down my throat, gagging me. I’m coughing, and his cum is running down the front of my hood. Everyone in the room laughs. I’m more turned on than fuck. To prove it I crawl between Jason’s legs and start tonguing his asshole.

“You are a slut,” comments Jason as I’m swabbing his asshole. I reward his compliment by pushing my tongue as deep into his ass as I can get. He should be complimenting his aunt on her oral skills.

“Everyone gets a turn with the slut,” Mistress Claudia tells the group. The men line up to use me, pulling their pants and briefs down to their ankles and having me suck them off. I lose count of how many cocks I’ve sucked. My head is perspiring inside the leather hood and the hair sticking out of my hood is matted with sweat. My mouth tastes like cum. My knees have large red spots on them to mark the place where I’m kneeling on the floor. I love knowing that Jason is watching me act like the whore that I am.

“Thank you Mistress,” I whisper in her ear. She kisses me, and tastes the cum that’s in my mouth. I love her.

Mistress pulls one of the chairs away from the conference table and sits in it, hiking up her designer dress to her waist. She spreads her legs as wide open as she can. She wiggles her finger at me. I know what she wants. I crawl to her, prostrating myself on the floor and then look up at her beautiful expensive heels. I caress her left shoe, then carefully lick the entire surface, then the heel and the bottom. The men voice their disgust at my submissive act. bahis siteleri My public humiliation makes my pussy leak. I desperately want to touch myself.

I lick Mistress’s ankle, then upwards on the inside of her calf to her knee. I can now see that Mistress was naughty as well. She’s not wearing panties. I can see her pussy, the dark hairs dotted with moisture. I kiss the inside of her thighs, trying not to hurry. I reach the promised land between her legs, licking, sucking and kissing her pussy and asshole. I don’t want to stop. Mistress’s thighs start quivering. I know she’s about to cum. Mistress finally pushes me away before she does.

“Jason, come here,” Mistress demands. Jason eagerly complies, standing next to the two of us.

“Slut, get him ready.”

I get on my knees again and suck him until he is erect. Again, I don’t want to stop. I want to feel his manhood in my mouth. I want to feel his hands caressing the back of my hooded head, telling me that he wishes his future wife could suck cock like I can. Mistress has to tell me to move away.

Mistress sheds her dress and bra and climbs on the conference room table, lying on her back. Her tits are magnificent. I want to jump on the conference room table and make love to them. She has other ideas. “Fuck me big boy,” Mistress tells Jason. The men cheer. Jason smiles to the group, then sheds his clothes and climbs on the table. Mistress raises her knees and spreads her legs. Jason starts fucking her hard and groping her tits, the table rocking back and forth with each thrust. I’m not sure the table can take it. The legs look like they are going to give way. Watching his muscular ass flexing with each thrust makes me want him even more.

Jason’s young. He shoots early and often. After a few minutes of thrusting he’s ready to cum. His body stiffens and I know he’s shooting his load deep inside her. I wanted that hot, dripping load inside me. Mistress has enjoyed the hard fucking but hasn’t cum. She motions for Jason to get off the table and for me to get on. The men gathered around the table are looking at Mistress’s pussy. Jason’s cum is leaking out of it, leaving a trail of thick, white liquid from her pussy to her asshole.

“Clean me whore,” Mistress tells me. She didn’t need to ask. I was licking my lips as I was watching the cum run out of her. I will get his young, hot cum after all. As I position myself between her knees I can feel a moist heat hitting my face and can smell the pungent odor of pussy juice mixed with my nephew’s fresh cum. It’s an intoxicating smell that draws me to her sodden cunt. I start low, rimming her asshole and scraping the fluids off and pulling them into my mouth, to savor the flavor as if drinking a fine wine. I can feel her asshole clench with the touch of my tongue. I sweep upward with my tongue, through the crevice between her pussy lips and across her clit. Mistress throws her head back and issues a low moan. She is as turned on as me by my submission. It’s the hot, nasty sex we both crave. I can see the muscles in her abdomen contract as she cums, pushing more of his massive load out of her pussy. I stick my tongue as deep inside her as I can, digging the sperm out of her cunt. It seems as if Jason has cum in buckets as his splooge is still freely running out. Finally her pussy is clean. I sit up on my haunches and show my cum smeared hood to the group. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind that I’m a wanton whore.

Mistress sits up on the conference table and announces bahis şirketleri to the group, “My whore likes to be fucked up the ass. Give her what she wants.”

Two pairs of strong arms lift me off the table and place me, kneeling on my hand and knees, on the floor. I feel a man standing over my upturned ass, spitting on my asshole then lowering his dick until the head is pressing against my anus. It’s a big cock, and as he pushes down I feel my anal ring reluctantly give way as my asshole is painfully stretched. His cock must be double the size of Jason’s. The pain soon fades and the familiar tingle in my pussy tells me that it needs attention. I don’t want to speak so I turn my head towards Mistress. She knows what I want as she watches my ass get pounded. She nods her head. I take my right hand and start rubbing my clit. My breathing quickens. I’m starting to cum and my ass is too sensitive. I tried to move forward. The man who’s fucking me holds onto me, preventing me from moving away. I start cumming again and the intensity of the orgasm takes my breath away. I collapse flat on the floor. The man’s now semi-erect cock pops out of my ass and I feel a slow trickle of cum running out of my asshole and across my pussy.

Before I can catch my breath the next man mounts me from behind and grabs my tits, twisting the nipples as he goes balls deep in my ass. I feel like I’m now cumming continuously, shaking my head as the pleasure simply overwhelms all of my senses. The rest of the night is a blur. I remember being helped to Mistress’s limo and lying quietly in the back seat with my head in her lap. She strokes my sweat soaked head, telling me over and over how much she loves me. I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I’m glad my husband and kids are away at their grandmother’s for the weekend. My hubby thinks I’m at a girls’ night out. I bet he’d be surprised if he knew I sucked and ass fucked a dozen men and ate my nephew’s cum out of my Mistress’s pussy. I didn’t even get out of bed the next day. I finally summoned the energy to pull myself out of bed a half hour before my family returned home. I put on a happy face and they were none the wiser.

Chapter Two

Jason’s wedding was a beautiful, family event. His wife looked absolutely radiant. I watched him standing up there enunciating his vows, knowing that a few days before I was on my knees with him fucking my face with his hard cock. I was imagining him running his fingers through her flaming red hair, sucking his cock but imagining it was me doing it instead.

I knew she was going to get a good fucking that night. I hoped that she liked anal sex. Jason certainly did. He took my ass twice during the bachelor party and licked it as well.

About a month later Jason came over to our house to pick up my husband on the way to the golf course. I of course had sent my husband out on an errand that would make him late for his rendezvous with Jason. The kids were at a friend’s house. Jason knocked on the front door. I opened it. He looked tanned and oh so handsome in his stylish golf shirt with his nipples poking through the thin knit material and his khaki slacks with the bulge next to his zipper. I was wearing the red cocktail dress (with no panties) and the fuck me pumps that I wore to his bachelor party. His mouth fell open as he realized I was the whore at his bachelor party.

“Mrs. M … ” he mumbled. “It was you …”

I pull him into the house and shut the door behind him. I got down on my knees, pulling my dress up so my bare bottom was fully exposed, spreading the cheeks of my ass. “We have 15 minutes until Jim gets home,” I said panting and breathless.

You can guess what Jason did next.

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