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Staring at my mom in front of me, naked, vulnerable, and completely helpless, all I could think about was jamming my cock in her. But our escapades at the mall and in the car cost us a decent amount of time and I didn’t want to risk my dad arriving while I was balls deep in her. I wanted to milk this as long as possible.

“You need to get cleaned off so dad doesn’t smell you. Any time that you leave the house or he leaves the house, you are to immediately put on a bra soaked in my cum, is that clear? I’m leaving this bucket of cum with you to hide in your room so you don’t forget.”

She nodded hesitantly and stared at the floor.

“Good,” I say. “Now let’s go – shower time mommy.” I followed her up the stairs to the second-floor bathroom, watching her ass and thighs jiggle with every step.

As we passed her hamper in the hallway, she dropped the cum soaked bra and panties in.

“Woah, you think you’re just gonna throw those in the laundry? I don’t think so,” I corrected her. I lead her into the bathroom and to the sink, where I ran the bra and panties under some water to rehydrate the cum. The bra and panties both became sticky and gooey, and the smell was stronger.

“You must be thirsty after all that hard work in the car,” I remarked as I grabbed a plastic cup off the counter and began to wring out the bra and panties. The liquid that filled the cup was thick, goopy, and far from clear.

“Drink,” I instructed her, sliding the cup towards her. Her face twisted in disgust and she began to shake her head no.

“It wasn’t a request mommy. Besides, I’ve seen you swallow multiple loads now. You wouldn’t want dad to see that on video now, would you? Drink up.”

She brought the cup up to her lips and began to pour it into her mouth. The thick liquid moved slowly, allowing her lots of time to think about what a slut she is.

“Mmmmmmm. Yummy, mom,” I said as I watched the first drops slip through her juicy lips. She pulled the cup back and gagged.

“No. This is what you get, whore.” I shifted, stood behind her, and put one hand across her forehead. I pulled her head so it was tilted back, and poured the cum into her mouth with the other hand. My cock was hard again and pressing through my pants against her bare ass.

I put my mouth right up to her ear and whispered, “From now on you’ll have to listen better than that, mommy. You do as I say now and swallow, or dad will be shocked to find that video in his email tonight.”

She nodded as best as she could with my hand forcing her head back and I could hear a “gulp” as she swallowed the cum. I let her go and she turned to face me. “I’ll do better. Just don’t tell him,” she said.

“We’ll see,” I said, leaving her alone in the bathroom. As I headed slowly down the hall and began to descend the stairs, I could hear the faint sounds of her crying. It made my cock even harder than before.

…

By the time I woke up the next morning, my dad was already gone. My sister was home from her friend’s house, sitting at the table when I went upstairs.

“Where’s dad?” I asked, pouring myself a cup of coffee.

My sister shrugged. “I think he’s golfing with his buddies today.”

“How about mom?” I asked. She shrugged again, then moved to the couch while telling me that mom has been acting “off” all morning. Despite this observation, she was too absorbed with whatever she was doing on her phone to show any real concern.

I headed upstairs to find my mom. She was in her room, folding laundry on her bed, wearing tight jeans that hugged every one of her curves perfectly, and a white shirt that displayed the outline of her nipples.

Her nipples? That means she’s not wearing a bra, I thought to myself. “Where’s your bra?” I asked sternly. Her face got pale.

“Your dad left not too long ago. I just haven’t had a chance to put it on yet,” she stuttered.

I paused for a moment and then shook my head in disappointment. A smirk painted itself across my face, and just the thought of punishing her made my cock hard. As though she was reading my mind, she began to back away from me and shake her head. “Your sister is home,” she plead.

“I don’t care who’s here, you’ve been a naughty whore mommy, and you need to be punished.” I closed the door behind me and began to move across the room towards her, stopping to shove the piles of folded laundry off the bed onto the floor.

A padded bra landed on top of the other clothes. “First thing’s first – where’s the cum?” I asked. My mom hesitantly sauntered to her master bathroom and reached under the sink. She pulled out a tampon box and retrieved the bucket of cum from inside.

“You’re so sneaky. It’s almost like you’ve had practice with this before,” I said with more than a bit of snark.

“Get undressed,” I said as I open the bucket and submerged the bra. The cum was so sticky and goopy, it required actual effort to pull the bra out. I let the excess drip off before handing the bra to my mom. She put it on, wincing as it touched her skin. I ordered her to sit on the bed.

The antalya travesti possibilities of what I could do next were endless. Should I fuck her? Should I shove my cock so deep down her throat that she chokes? Then I remembered the toys I found in her bedside drawer when I snooped through her things before. I opened the drawer and shoved aside some junk – her medication, a bottle of lube, a pillowcase, etc. – until I found her vibrating dildo.

“You’re going to fuck yourself with this while I watch,” I instructed her. My cock was so hard it felt like it might tear through my jeans. My mom sighed and put her head in her hands, in complete defeat, before taking the dildo from me.

She pressed the button at the base to turn on the vibrations and gestured towards the lube. I shook my head no, and she looked as though she might cry. “What are we going to do if your sister walks in?” she asked. “I guess we’ll just have to hope she doesn’t,” I responded, taking my dick out of my pants and sitting on the bed across from her.

The dildo was a pretty modest size, not quite as long as my cock and surely not as thick. She hesitantly spread her legs, leaning back against her pillows and the headboard of her bed, then pressed the head of the dildo against her clit. Her pussy was dry as a bone, and she would rather be doing anything else in the entire world right now, but she still began to squirm at the feeling of the vibrations. I stroked my cock as she slipped the dildo past the pink lips of her pussy and struggled to push it inside of her.

“I didn’t mean I wanted you to fuck your pussy,” I laughed. She looked up at me and her face went pale. “Son, I didn’t even do anal at the sex shop for money. I’ve tried it before and it just doesn’t work. It hurts and it doesn’t work,” she insisted. “Well, make it work,” I replied.

She laid back further with tears welling in her eyes. She brought the tip of the dildo to her ass and applied pressure, but it wouldn’t go in. “Make it work,” I said while gripping my cock with white knuckles. I watched her try to relax her asshole and work up the nerve to shove the dildo in, letting out the occasional gasp each time it came close. Finally, her tight ass spread around the head of the dildo and it slowly glided a couple of inches into her.

“The whole length, mommy,” I ordered her. She began to push the whole shaft of the dildo in, pull it out to the head, and repeat. After only a few strokes, her asshole was already red and raw. She winced each time she pushed the dildo back in.

We heard footsteps ascending the stairs and my mom began to get up in a panic. I shoved her back down on the bed, bent over on all fours now facing her closed bedroom door, and whispered “Nope. I didn’t say you could stop.”

She knelt on all fours silently and perfectly still, terrified that my sister would walk in on us. The footsteps approached the door. “Mom, what are you doing today,” my sister asked through the door. My mom, one hand on the dildo in her ass, looked back at me over her shoulder in panic. “Act normal,” I said, still stroking my cock.

“Uhhm…uh…I think I’m just cleaning and cooking today sweetie,” she stuttered. She now stopped fucking herself with the dildo. I grabbed her wrist and guided her hand back and forth. Once she picked up the motion I let go. “Keep going,” I whispered. “Why do you ask?” My mom’s voice cracked.

“Well, Alex and Natasha want to go to the mall today but we don’t have a ride. I was wondering if I could borrow the car? Apparently they’re having a half off deal on piercings at the shop there. I promise I’ll only get my third holes done on my ears – no face or body. But I really need the car. Please?” My mom kept shoving the dildo in and out of her ass, twitching and wincing with each stroke, as she listened to my sister.

As my mom got ready to respond, she stopped fucking herself again, which made me angry. She just couldn’t handle doing both at the same time. Her breathing was heavy and anxious. I ripped the dildo out of her ass and bent over to whisper in her ear “You couldn’t just follow my instructions? I’ll take over for you mommy.”

I knelt on the bed behind her, grabbed a scoop of the cum from the bucket nearby, and lathered it on my hard cock. Without hesitation I jammed my dick into my mom’s tight ass, feeling a small pop as my head entered her. My mom jerked forward and flailed her arms back at me, trying to silently push me away. I entered her even further, my pelvis squished against her plump asscheeks, and she let out a yelp.

“Mom? What are you doing? Are you okay?” my sister asked through the door. I laid my chest against her back and wrapped my inner elbow around her neck, thrusting my cock inside her and ensuring she can’t move. “Remember, normal,” I reminded her with a whisper.

My mom made her best effort to act and sound normal with my rock hard dick deep inside her ass, stretching her raw. “Yes I’m fine honey, I just saw a bug. You can borrow the car.”

“Okay. Well…thanks. izmir travesti See you later I guess,” my sister replied skeptically. Still thrusting in my mom’s ass, I heard my sister descend the stairs. As soon as her footsteps fade, I put my hand on the back of my mom’s head and shoved it into her bed as hard as I can. “Just lay there and take it, you useless fuck toy,” I grunted, using all of my force to fuck her ass and bury her face in the bed.

Muffled by the comforter and mattress, I could hear my mom gasping for air. Again she tried to push me off. “Almost done mommy, hang tight,” I assured her facetiously. No matter how hard I squeezed, I could never get my grip to be as tight around my cock as my mom’s asshole was. And pussy isn’t nearly this tight. Never having done anal prior to this, I was shocked at how amazing it feels. It only took another minute of feeling her ass slam against my hips, and hearing her struggle, for me to cum. My legs quaked and my cock began to pulse, letting out a huge load deep into my mom’s ass. She squirmed as I came, hands death gripping the comforter, clearly able to feel my orgasm.

I grabbed a pair of panties from the floor and wiped off my dick with them, then threw them at my mom who was still bent over on the bed, panting and clearly in pain. “These are what you’re wearing today. I expect you to show them to me when you take them off – I want to see them after my load drips into them from your ass all day.”

She looked at me with eyes full of shame and anger as she slipped on the panties.

“I have some fun planned for us tomorrow” I promised her with a smile before leaving her room and shutting the door behind me.

…

The following day, Monday, I instructed my mom to discreetly call out of work sick. She was hesitant, seemingly filled with dread as to what I had planned for that night, but she shuffled onto the front-steps and quietly called her boss without my dad hearing.

“Yeah, it’s just a terrible migraine. I’m so sorry you’re going to have to find someone to fill in. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she whispered into the phone. I nodded at her in approval when she came back inside and then announced to my dad and my sister, who were both sitting at the table, that I had plans this evening and wouldn’t be home. They nodded, not really interested in what I was saying.

My dad grabbed his keys, wallet, and a to go mug of coffee. He pecked my mom on the cheek and asked, “You’re working a normal shift tonight, right? 1:00 p.m. to around 11:00 p.m.?” My mom nodded and gave him her best smile. “Have a good day at work,” she said in as normal of a voice as she could muster. My dad walked out the door and my sister retreated to her room, talking on her phone with a friend.

Once again, my mom and I found ourselves alone. I stared at her expectantly. “Aren’t you going to ask what we have planned for tonight?” She isn’t amused, and doesn’t seem at all curious. If anything, she seems scared.

“When will this end?” she asked. I rolled my eyes and approached her, slipping my hand into the waist of her pants and pulling to peak at her panties.

“You’re still wearing the creampie panties? Wow, I’m impressed. This will end when I say it ends. In the meantime, if you lose motivation, just think about how furious dad would be watching his wife get gang banged for money.”

I led her into the bathroom and instructed her to take off the panties. The gusset was crispy with dried cum in some spots, and gooey with fresh cum in others. “You’re still leaking my cum from your ass?! Wow,” I chuckled.

“I need a shower,” she insisted. The look on her face told me she wasn’t confident that I’d allow that.

“Go ahead. Get fresh for tonight. We’ll want to start with a clean slate. Just make sure you put on a cum soaked bra afterwards.”

I left her to shower and complete whatever chores she would typically complete before work. I spent the next few hours running errands of my own, stopping at the liquor store and the dispensary. When I got home, I called my friend Jason.

“Hey man, what are you up to tonight?” I asked.

“Not too much, why? Are you trying to have some fun?” he replied. Jason and his girlfriend Monica had their own apartment, and they were always down for a bit of partying. They were kinky too – I had heard Jason and his girl having insanely loud threesomes several times during parties they had hosted at his house.

“Yeah. I got some booze and bud. And I have a surprise I think you’ll enjoy. Monica too,” I answered.

“Shiiiiiit nice! Come by whenever. We’re both off today. See you soon man,” Jason replied excitedly. I hung up and went to find my mom. She was in the kitchen making dinner like she always did before heading to work.

“Is anyone else home?” I asked her as I approached her. I could smell the cum soaked bra under her tank top as I got closer. She shook her head no.

“Great, that’ll make this easier. You need to change,” I said. She was currently wearing a black tank top over her large breasts and some figure hugging jeans. But I knew that that wasn’t nearly slutty enough for our purposes. I led her into my sister’s room, where I picked out a skin tight mini dress. Both the top and bottom hems had sheer lace detailing, teasing to show even more than what was already exposed in the skimpy dress. It was several sizes too small for my mom, but she squeezed into it nonetheless. I told her to take off her panties and go up to her room to get a pair of nude nylons and heels. I was texting Jason that I’d be over soon when I heard her heels clicking against the wood floor as she walked down the stairs.

“Great,” I confirmed once I saw her. She looked like an absolute whore.

“What are we doing? Please just tell me we’re not going to the sex shop. I can’t go there with you,” she pleaded.

“You’ll see. It’ll be fun, so fun,” I replied.

We drove my mom’s car to Jason’s so that everyone would think she was at work. She was antsy the whole drive, tapping her foot on the ground and looking intently at her surroundings, likely trying to figure out where we could possibly be going. When we arrived, I put the car in park and reached behind the passenger seat to retrieve a brown paper bag. Inside were two handles and a quarter of bud.

“Pre-game?” I asked her, unscrewing the cap to one of the bottles. She furiously shook her head no and insisted she would not be drinking, as she needed to stay sober. I scoffed, knowing that wasn’t going to be an option for her. I did one shot, but ultimately decided I didn’t want to get drunk. I’d smoke, but I really wanted to be present and aware for what was about to go down.

“Just take the edge off, mom. I INSIST,” I said sternly while holding the bottle up to her face. She parted her lips a tiny bit and I poured what was probably the equivalent of a large shot into her mouth. Her lips pursed and she winced, but she swallowed.

We walked to Jason’s door and knocked. Monica answered and lit up when she saw us. “Oh my gosh!!!! Hi Mrs. G!” she shouted excitedly at my mom, who she had met a few times previously. My mom looked incredibly confused as Monica embraced her in a hug and led us through the door into the living room. Jason greeted us and we all sat down – my mom and I on the couch and Jason and Monica in chairs across from us.

I pulled the booze and bud out from the paper bag. Monica chirped excitedly, taking the already opened bottle from my hand and pouring a few shots into small glasses on the coffee table between us. Jason took the weed and stuffed a few large buds into a grinder, preparing to pack a bong. “Got any papers? I’m gonna roll a joint too,” I asked Jason. He threw me a pack of papers and dispensed some ground up bud into a gerb on the table in front of me. My mom anxiously fidgeted, looking between the three of us, likely wondering if Jason and Monica were in on my plan as well.

“I didn’t know you liked to party, Mrs. G,” Jason said inquisitively. She stayed silent, faking a half smile and nodding, while both Jason and Monica stared at her awaiting a response.

“Neither did I. But let me tell you, she parties,” I assure him, alluding to the side of my mom I had no idea about until I watched her in the sex shop. Jason, curious and sensing something odd, asked Monica to give us a minute. She smiled and nodded, asked if she could take the joint that I had rolled, and said, “I’ll be in the bedroom.” Once she left the room, Jason’s eyes locked on my mom. He scanned her up and down, likely wondering why she was dressed up like an 18 year old slut.

“Alright. What’s going on here?” Jason asked before lighting a corner of the bowl pack on his bong and taking a rip. I took out my phone and pulled up the video. My mom shot up, reached for my phone, and yelled “Please don’t!” This made Jason laugh.

“What the hell you guys?” he chuckled through the smoke. I played the video and handed the phone to Jason. He put the bong down, staring wide eyed at the video. He stood up, still watching, and began to pace the living room while muttering “fuck” under his breath. My mom sat on the couch, head in her hands, seemingly ready to cry, while I hit the bong.

“Wow. Okay. Ummm. Wow…” Jason stuttered once he finished the video. He sat back down, this time on the couch with us, on the other side of my mom. He placed his hand on her thigh and she flinched.

“It’s okay Mrs. G,” he assured her, squeezing her thigh. “Maybe you just need some help to relax?” he asks, gesturing towards the bong.

“No. I don’t smoke weed,” my mom insisted. She looked like she was starting to get more nervous, and might book it for the door at any moment. If she did, I was ready to stop her. But I didn’t think she would really try that, given what was at stake.

“Well mom, I think you do now,” I said, grabbing the bong and holding it up to her face. She shook her head no and scooted back on the couch, trying to move as far away from the bong as she possibly could. Jason chuckled and egged her on. “Come on Mrs. G, you can do it! If you can get face fucked by a group of strangers then you can totally rip a bong,” he teased as he inched closer to her, lighter in hand. She continued to refuse until I reminded her what I had on her. What Jason and I both now had on her.

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