“Yes, Mom!” I groaned as I gave her the cum that she craved.
I stared at her green eyes. They burned with her love and passion for me. I shuddered, pumping burst after burst of cum into her mouth. I shuddered, stars dancing before my eyes. I grunted with each explosion of spunk that flooded her mouth.
“Hey,” Dad said and headed for the kitchen to get his evening beer.
I just grunted and moaned, pumping more and more cum into mom’s mouth. She suckled it all down. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring that delight. She gulped down my cum with such hunger. She swallowed every drop of it.
I hit that peak, panting as I emptied the last of my jizz into my mother’s mouth. I sucked in deep breaths, my heart pounding from the delight. It was an incredible orgasm. A big smile spread on my lips. My chest rose and fell. I shuddered.
“Thanks, Mom,” I groaned.
She slid her mouth off my cock. “Mmm, that was delicious as always.” Her big boobs swayed behind her apron as she drew up my pants. As she zipped me up, she said. “Now, you have homework. I want you to work on it. I’ll be up to check on you in about forty minutes. The chicken will be in the oven. We’ll have thirty minutes to give you a snack.”
I grinned at Mom. I knew what sort of snack she had in mind. “You’re the best. I’ll get right on my homework.”
I didn’t even care I was hypnotized into doing what she wanted, that I never would have been so eager to my homework without the belt. It made Mom smile. That was all I cared about now. I grabbed my bag as Dad came back into the living room with his bottle of beer.
“Our son has a date,” Mom said. “This Saturday. Her name’s Donna. She’s a great girl.”
As I headed upstairs, I heard my parents talking like they used to only Mom never would be wearing only an apron for my benefit. I was so glad I was a mama’s boy. It was the best. I hoped every guy at my college fucked their moms tonight. All those MILFs deserved to be loved by their sons.
I opened my book bag, pulled out some textbooks, and set to work.
Mind-Controlled Son’s Incestuous Date
“Mmm, we’re going to get you all nice and ready for your date,” Mom purred as she hugged me from behind in the shower. Her big, soapy boobs rubbed into my back as she worked the bar of soap up and down my stomach and chest.
My cock throbbed before me. It was Saturday so fast. The week had flown by. I was going on my first date with Donna. My first date with a girl, and it wasn’t just any girl. It was Donna the smoking-hot, redheaded cheerleader. And it was all thanks to becoming a mama’s boy. Donna found it hot that I fucked my mother.
That I was a good son who sexually satisfied the woman who brought me into the world.
My mother’s hard nipples rubbed into my back as she worked her soapy tits up around in slow circles, her hands caressing my body. My dick ached so much from her touch. She licked my ear, the warm shower splashing on my chest. This was the first time we had showered together like this.
It was fucking hot. I couldn’t believe it. I groaned as her hands touched me. Her fat nubs poked me in the back. Her boobs were so soft. She had such big tits. Mommy tits. Her tongue stroked my ear, adding to my delight. I groaned as she worked her hands lower.
“You’re going to be so handsome, Jason,” Mom purred. “Mmm, you’re Mama is going to make sure that you’re such a stud for Donna. Yes, you are. Just such a stud.”
I smiled at her words. The world had changed in the last week since I put on that belt. Only I knew it. At my college, more and more guys were fucking their mothers. A few were holding out. Some of the jocks who were too prideful, thinking they didn’t need their mothers when they were getting it from girls left and right. Except more and more girls were only getting with guys wearing M. I. L. F. S. badges.
Mom’s hand grabbed my cock. She stroked up and down my dick. My eyes closed. I shuddered as she pumped up and down my shaft, washing me. Her soapy hand glided from base to tip, massaging me. The pressure built at the crown. My balls tightened.
Her other hand soaped my nuts. I shuddered, loving the feel of her fingers kneading my balls. I bit my lip, the shower spray splashing warm on my chest. Mom nibbled on my ear, her boobs rubbing into my back felt so perfect. This was the delight that I needed. I was hurtling closer and closer to cumming. My face contorted, savoring the pleasure she gave me.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, goddamn, that’s good. Mama! You’re the best.”
“Mmm, just making sure my sexy boy is ready for his little date,” she cooed. “You need to be all clean. Yes, you do.”
Her hand pumped faster and faster. I shuddered, so excited from her touching me. I couldn’t last long. I was on a hair-trigger. I might be getting sex from my mom, Donna, her mom, and a few other MILFs all the time, but I was still an eighteen-year-old boy. It didn’t take much to get me off sometimes.
I groaned as her slick hand slid up to the tip of my cock and brushed the tip. The pressure exploded from my cock. My nuts twitched in my mother’s hand. I grunted, firing blast after blast of cum. My face contorted with delight as I unloaded.
Spurt after spurt of cum exploded from my dick. My balls twitched in my mother’s kneading hand. She gasped in delight as she “washed” my cock, stroking up and down me. She wrung out my cum that splashed on the wall and fixtures.
“Shit!” I groaned.
“Mmm, there we are,” she purred. “Getting you all nice and clean for your date. Isn’t that wonderful, Jason?”
“Yes!” I groaned, hitting the peak of my pleasure. The rapture buzzed through me. I swayed. “Oh, yes, I’m going to be so ready for it, Mama.”
She stroked my cock one more time while I shuddered in her arms. Then her soapy hands slid down my thighs, washing my legs. I groaned, feeling so good. She had me turn around next, her soapy breasts rubbing into my chest.
Mom kissed me. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as her hands grabbed my ass. She soaped my rump. Her fingers dug into my ass. I shuddered as she squeezed my butt-cheeks. My dick throbbed against her belly. She was so affectionate. I loved her so much. Dad wasn’t getting anything. Mom was all mine. We even shared her bed last night since it wasn’t a school night.
Dad had to sleep in my room. Not that he seemed to care. It was still so surreal.
“Mmm, there,” Mom purred and turned off the shower, her hands still on my ass.
We slipped out and dried each other off. It was hot rubbing her tits with the pink terrycloth while she massaged my body with a dark-blue towel. When we were dry, she wiped down the mirror and then stood behind me at the counter. She grabbed the shaving cream. I didn’t have to shave every day, but I wanted to be extra smooth.
Having my mom shave me was different. After rubbing the shaving cream into my face, I tried not to tremble, my dick hard once more, as she hugged me from behind. Once more, I had her naked tits on my back and her wet bush on my ass. She ran the razor slowly, working with care. I was a little nervous, but I trusted my mom. She was amazing. She loved me. My mama would never hurt me.
After she shaved me, she ran her fingers over my face, feeling every bit of it. “Mmm, smooth.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said.
She smiled and then grabbed a bottle of my father’s aftershave. I had never used the stuff. She dabbed some in her hands and then rubbed it on my face. I blinked at the burning, but it faded quickly. I smelled spicy. A masculine scent.
“Mmm, that’s good,” she said and grabbed a comb and attacked my brown hair. She hummed as she worked, drawing it back. “There. I laid out your clothes on my bed. I’ll be out soon. You can wait for me downstairs.”
Since I had never bothered to get my driver’s liscence, Mom was driving Donna and me on our date. Neither of us minded. In fact, Donna wanted to be inclusive. She believed our mothers should be involved in our dating life. And sex life. Twice now, I had a threesome with Donna and her mother, being a surrogate son for a woman who had only two daughters.
Mom had laid out a nice pair of jeans and a good shirt. As I was dressing, she called, “Make sure you tuck in your shirt! Look good for Donna.”
“Yes, Mom,” I said as I kept dressing.
I waited for her downstairs. There was still time before the date. I settled down on the couch. Dad was watching college football. The Huskies were playing the Cardinals. He glanced over at me and nodded.
“First date, huh?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, nervous. “Looks like you’re going to have the house to yourself.”
He smiled. “Means I can watch what I want.”
“You don’t mind that Mom’s only having sex with me, right, Dad?” It was strange saying it out loud, but it felt like I had stolen her from him.
“You’re our son,” he said. “You’re supposed to be having sex with your mother. It’s all new to you both. I’m sure in a while, your mother will want to do things with me. Just like you want to do things with that girl you’re dating. Denise.”
“Donna,” I said, smiling. Donna was such a hot girl. “She’s great, Dad. Just amazing.”
“That’s why you’re dating her.” He nodded to me then turned back to the game. “God, this new kid quarterbacking is a pansy. Come on, son! Throw the damn ball. Don’t let them–” He threw his arms up in the air in disgust as the Huskies’ quarterback was sacked, losing fifteen yards. It was 3rd and Long.
Mom came down in a red dress not long after. It had an airy skirt and no sleeves, her large breasts shown off by a plunging V-neck. I swallowed at the sight of her, a rush of blood engorging my cock. I shifted in my jeans as she swept around the couch.
“Well, boys, how do I look?” she asked like she was the one going out on the date.
“Great, honey,” Dad said, glancing at her from the game. “New dress.”
“It’s a special occasion,” Mom purred, raising her phone to snap a picture of me. “Jason’s first date. He’s growing up into such a man.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I groaned. “You look gorgeous. Just… Damn.”
“Gorgeous, huh?” she asked and bent over. Her hand cupped my hardon through my jeans while her large breasts swayed before my face, seeming about to fall out of her dress. She squeezed me. Massaged me. I groaned at the touch. “Mmm, how does that feel?”
“That feels amazing,” I groaned as she massaged me. “Fuck.”
She unsnapped my fly and drew down my zipper with practiced ease. She reached through the front slit of my boxers and pulled out my cock. “Just one more thing before you’re ready for the date. Need something to spice up your cock. Make it exciting for Donna.”
Mom straddled me, her skirt rustling. She kept a firm grip on my cock as she lowered herself. I shuddered, her curly mass of brown hair spilling about her face. Her green eyes sparkled. The silk of her bush brushed the crown of my dick. I shuddered as those hairs caressed me moments before her wet vulva kissed the tip.