One of the same girl feeling up my Mom, alas over her dress. But they were also sharing a wet kiss, and that was really hot.
One of her and the same girl all over some guy… who wasn’t my Dad.
I took photos of each, flipped them over and saw they were from 1988, and the other girl was named Jenni Jones.
I then logged into her computer, her password was actually Kevin2000, duh, I’d been a Y2K baby, and searched everywhere.
Unlike mine, which would have two-thirds of the computer full of porn, she had none. Which is what I would have expected before last weekend.
Yet, her search history was more interesting. This month she had been to the erotica site Literotica; she had also been on Pornhub, a lesbian site Girlsway, and a site called Naughty America. I learned she had subscriptions to the latter two, which explained why she didn’t have any porn hidden away on her computer… she could just watch it on the websites.
I was mortified… not because I’d learned my Mother watched porn… no, that she paid for it. It’s 2018… who pays for porn???
At Girlsway it was clear she preferred videos where a younger woman seduced the older; at Naughty America, she liked most anything… but bookmarked almost every My Friend’s Hot Mom. On Pornhub she searched for gangbangs, interracial, lesbian, moms. She had even watched a couple of scenes with incest between a mom and son. Although not enough to convince me she’d be into that sort of thing for real.
On the Literotica site she predominantly read submissive women stories which included a wide range from gangbang, interracial, lesbian, illustrated and incest. Stories like: ‘Backseat Mommy’, ‘What Mom Doesn’t Know Fucks Her’, ‘Pet Mommy’ and ‘Mommy Slut’. In most of those, the mother was submissive to her son.
Not going to lie, I almost burst right then and there. I pulled out my cock and stroked it as I read the entire “Mom-Son” series.
But as Dad said, jerking off was no longer the orgasmic euphoria it had been before my sexual awakening.
I came, but it was no longer enough… and I missed the entire afternoon of school, too.
Day 1 of Project Mother Fucker included pampering her. To her surprise, when she got home I had supper ready… chicken Parmesan. Unlike most guys my age, I could cook. One of the consequences of having a Mother who works, often late, and an MIA father.
“You made dinner,” Mom acknowledged, walking into the kitchen in a blue blazer, white blouse, blue skirt and black nylons… her heels already left behind somewhere near the front door.
“It’s the least I could do,” I said. “I mean, you work all day to support us.”
“You’re so sweet,” she said, walking over and giving me a hug. My cock being hard, I slyly flinched it as it rested against her nylon-covered leg.
If she noticed, she gave no sign as she let go of me and said, “So what did you make?”
“Your favourite,” I replied.
“Steak and lobster?” she joked.
“Okay, your second favourite,” I laughed. “The creek out back was out of lobster.”
“Chicken parm,” she sniffed and guessed. “Yummy.”
“And pasta,” I added.
“You’re such a sweet boy,” she gushed, as I thought, You wouldn’t think that if you knew what my ulterior motives are.
We ate and chatted, did dishes together and ended up watching Ready Player One on 4K… a book I’d read and thought was cool. The movie made many changes as all movies do, but it was still pretty good. Mom loved all the 80s references, while I loved staring at her nylon-clad feet all during the movie. I wondered if she had any clue of the impact her silky feet were having on her horny son.
That night I jerked off again… after reading a couple dozen incest stories… again, I wasn’t satisfied.
Tomorrow I would be dropping off groceries to Ms. Chan. I texted Dad: So how do I let Ms. Chan know I want her to suck me?
He texted back: Tell her you talked to your father. She will understand.
Tuesday, October 23rd: Day 2 of Project Mother Fucker
After school I picked up the groceries and stopped by Ms. Chan’s like I did every Tuesday.
I walked in and she greeted me like she always did… warmly. The engaging lady always asked what was new and if I had a girlfriend yet. My answers were usually ‘not much’ and ‘nope’. And she always reassured me the girls would figure it out soon enough.
Today though, I had different answers. When she asked, “So what’s new with you, Kevy?” She was the only person in the world I allowed to call me ‘Kevy.’
I answered, “Been spending some time with my Dad.”
“Really?” she asked, genuinely surprised, knowing how much I detested him.
“Yeah, he was giving me some tips on being a man,” I told her, trying to hint at what I’d learned.
“Oh, good,” she nodded, noticeably interested. “It’s important to learn these things while you’re still young.”
“Yes, it was very eye-opening,” I said, trying to figure out if those petite lips could really do wonders like Dad said.
“The transition from boy to man is full of learning,” she said, almost sounding like a fortune cookie.
“I also learned that you have a craving for something I can’t buy for you at the grocery store,” I said brazenly, horny as hell, and lacking patience.
“Pardon?” she asked, looking startled by my words, not worried, but eager to know what I might say next.
“According to my Dad, you enjoy a very special kind of homemade cream in your coffee,” I said bluntly.
“Oh, Kevy, you bad, bad boy,” she said, her tone scolding, but the smile on her face delighted.
“I’m just saying that if my Dad is telling me the truth, you now have access to a ripe, fresh source that will enable you to extract this homemade cream any time you want it,” I said.
“Any time?” she asked, making no secret that she was looking at my crotch.
“Morning, day and night,” I offered.
“That’s a lovely offer, Kevy. Do you think I might access some of that fresh cream right now?” she asked, rolling her wheelchair towards me.
“I think you might access a real bellyful,” I admitted, in awe that everything my father was telling me was true. Portia, then my Mom, and now Ms. Chan.
“You understand this extraction technique must remain our trade secret,” Ms. Chan said, looking down at my crotch with a lick of her lips and then up to my face with a wink.
“Of course,” I agreed.
“Would you consider it best if this proffered bellyful of cream were to be personally extracted by a second party?” she asked coyly, reaching for my pants.
“I do think that would be best,” I agreed, loving our elegant wordplay and giddy with excitement at what it meant was about to happen.
She fished out my already hard cock and gasped, “Oh my Kevy, like father, like son.”
“I’m bigger,” I clarified, very proud to indeed be bigger.
“Yes, you most certainly are,” she agreed, looking at my cock with impressed wonder as she stroked it gently, and added, in a cock daze, “It’s so majestic.”
I wondered if I should tell her to suck my cock, as she slithered her tongue down my shaft.
I wondered if I should shove my cock in her mouth.
I wondered if I could be dominant like my Dad when a situation wasn’t set up by him.
I wondered if I wanted to be like my Dad, as she slithered her tongue back up to my sensitive crown.
She asked, “Do you want me to suck your cock, Kevy?”
“God, yes,” I nodded.
“You sure?” she teased, as she swirled her tongue around my cock head.
“Definitely,” I said, and then sensing she wanted to be told what to do, as if she were waiting for a clear order, I added, “Now get sucking, Ms. Chan.”
“Yes, sir,” she purred, as she promptly opened her mouth and welcomed me in.
“That’s it,” I moaned, as she slowly began bobbing, although only taking a couple inches in her mouth.
“Mmmmmmmmm,” she moaned, as she swirled her tongue around my cock with each retreat of her head. Unlike Portia who bobbed like a cum slut, Ms. Chan moved slowly, worshipping every inch of my cock that she could reach.
For a few minutes she did just that. But as she slowly bobbed, taking more of my cock in her mouth with each slow penetration, she also somehow created this abundance of saliva. I can’t explain it, but it was like my cock was being massaged by a whirlpool. It felt so amazing… relaxing and exciting at the same time… a strange but true contrast… and completely different from Portia’s adrenaline-rush blow jobs.