“I’m Asian,” she continued, “and we are decades behind Westerners in the women’s equality movement. And at least on the surface it appears we are naturally more submissive, although I’m not sure if that’s because of our DNA or because of the long, ingrained history of female expectations by Asian men,” she answered.
“So women are naturally submissive, naturally sluts (not meaning that in a bad way), but they resist that role because of societal expectations,” I said, rephrasing her main idea. “Is that what you’re saying?”
“Exactly. And the same idea goes for incest,” she continued.
“Pardon?” I stammered. “How did incest get into this conversation?”
“It all ties in with our sexual needs conflicting with society’s dictates. In Asia, incest is more common. Daughters often please their fathers and mothers, and later on they often use their sexuality to motivate their sons,” she explained as if this were common sense.
“I wish,” I joked.
“I assume you want to fuck your Mother, which is why I brought up incest,” she said, seeing through my joke.
“I plead the fifth,” I said.
“It’s a natural drive,” she said as if she were the Dr. Ruth of incest. “You have spent your entire life admiring her, even if you didn’t realize it. Plus, incest is just a label. To be truthful, I’m surprised we haven’t moved on from the outmoded stigma that it’s inherently wrong.”
“Really?”
“Sure, what person do you love the most in the whole world?” she asked.
“Emilia Clarke,” I joked, Emilia recently named the hottest woman in the world.
“Smart ass,” she said.
“Actually that term is dumb, as nobody’s ass is smart; unless by ass you mean donkey, but they’re smarter than horses, so in that case the term is redundant,” I pointed out.
“This is why you’re single,” she informed me. “You’re a nerd.”
“Touche,” I agreed.
“So I’ll repeat the question. Who do you love the most?”
“My Mom, of course,” I answered.
“And you would do anything for her, right?”
“Of course.”
“And what better way to show her your love than by giving her pleasure?” she asked, even though the question seemed rhetorical.
“Seems logical,” I agreed. I mean, any thought promoting my hope of fucking my Mom was something I could agree with.
“So why the stigma about incest?”
“The law.”
“Fuck the law. It’s made by white, uptight men who cheat on their wives or suck other men off in glory holes,” she said.
“That statement took a turn,” I laughed.
“Just saying, the most pompous self-righteous assholes are often the most morally corrupt.”
“Tough to argue,” I said. “After a pause, I asked, “Have you ever committed incest, no offense?”
“Kevy, you can always ask me whatever you want, and I’ll never take offense. But to answer your question, I’ve enjoyed incest many times: once when my Mother got sick, so I had to take over her role of submissive pleaser,” she explained. “It was the first time I ever felt close to my emotionally distant father.”
“Wow, that’s so kinky!”
“Don’t judge me for that, when you yourself want to become a Mother fucker and your kinky Asian friend wants to help you to succeed,” she said wickedly.
“Ms. Chang, language,” I mockingly acted shocked.
“Language be fucked. Now get over here and face fuck my mouth,” she ordered with a grin. “Time to start your training to become a man.”
“So you want to be my slut?” I asked, as I stood back up, my cock hard and ready to deposit load two.
“I want you to use me as your cum deposit, your submissive cum bucket, and your Asian MILF slut,” she listed off, each term making my hard cock flinch. “Right now I don’t want your respect; I want your cock, your dominance, and your hot load all over my face.”
“I think I can do that,” I said, as I slid my cock in her mouth and began bucking my hips.
Last time she worshipped my cock and gave me a blow job… last time she was in charge.
This time I was.
I started slowly, sliding half my cock in and out of her mouth.
It felt weird to face fuck Ms. Chan. Part of me wanted to face fuck her roughly like I had Portia, the other part of me saw her as the sweet lady down the street.
After a couple minutes of slow pumping, I felt her hands on my ass, and she pulled me into her mouth until she was balls deep around my cock.
She held my crotch against her face for what felt like an eternity, but which was likely only fifteen seconds before she let go and backed off.
“Am I your cum slut or your prissy girlfriend?” she demanded, saliva dripping off her chin.
“Cum slut,” I answered.
“Then take control, buster. Use my mouth for your pleasure. Face fuck me and fill my mouth until your balls bounce off my chin. If I gag, keep going. Be the man who knows what he wants and takes it,” she instructed, easily the most surreal lesson of my life.
“Okay,” I said, sliding my cock back into her mouth, trying to draw out the inner dominant I knew I had in there somewhere.
I began truly face fucking her, sliding my pole in and out of her mouth rapidly. Each forward thrust went deeper into her mouth.
Her slobbering sounds excited me as she easily took my cock in her mouth, while still creating this turbulent ocean of saliva that enhanced the pleasure exponentially.
Trying to be like some of the dominant men I watched in porn, I pulled out and asked, “What do you want, slut?”
She smiled, “That’s better.”
I loved hearing that, but tapped her mouth with my cock, “Answer the question, my personal MILF whore.”
“I want you to face fuck me as hard as you can and shoot your cum down my throat,” she answered.
“And what if I want to come all over your pretty face?” I asked.
“You’re in charge, Master,” she answered, as she ripped open her blouse, a button flying, “shoot that big load of cum wherever the fuck you want.”
“Show me those tits,” I ordered.
“You can come on these, too,” she offered, as she ripped off her bra to show me her small breasts.
“Don’t think I won’t. Now suck my cock like the porn slut you wish you could be,” I ordered.
“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, as she took my cock in her mouth and devoured my cock, deep throating me with each forward bob.
“Oh yes slut, take it all,” I groaned, impressed by her ability.
And for a few minutes she sucked me constantly, never slowing down.