FROM MOTHER TO SLUT - PART 1

Introduction:

A last evening with his mother before returning to University opens a whole new world for a women who has never experienced the joy of sex.

"Saturday night and you're not going out?" Susan asked, reaching for her glass of wine as she settled on the sofa, preparing for an evening watching a film.

"No l was out last night and to be honest l don't have much in common with the old crowd these days, they only want to talk about football or girls. What are you going to watch?" Paul sat on the other end of the sofa, holding his bottle of beer. It was the last weekend of the Easter break before going back to University for his final term.

"Don't tell me you're not interested in girls," Susan laughed, "l'm sure you get to take your pick back at College."

"I don't bother with them," he replied, "one shag and they own you, l can't do with the high maintenance."

"Excuse me…language," Susan admonished him.

"Shag isn't swearing Mum," he laughed, "anyway there's far worse than that on tv every evening."

"Yes well." Susan replied, "but surely you have a girlfriend, you can't be gay, you would have told me."

"I'm not gay Mum," he laughed, "l just prefer my females a bit more mature, it's less complicated."

"How do you mean less complicated?"

"Well they are happy with just sex, they don't expect any commitment, it's just a bit of fun for them."

"You make it sound like you're a bit of a Lothario," she laughed, "how old are these women?"

"It varies," Paul replied, "usually thirty five plus but sometimes quite a bit older."

"You make it sound like it's a regular thing," she said.

"It is," he replied, "there's usually a group of oldies having a girls night out most weekends, they love it if a young guy pays them a bit of attention."

"You mean you just get picked up and they take you home?"

"Sometimes," he replied, "but very often they are married so it's just a quick fuck up against the back wall of the pub."

"Paul…language!" She scolded him.

"Oh come on Mum, you've heard the word fuck loads of times, l bet you've said it yourself as well."

"No l don't," she protested.

"What about when you're having sex, l bet you tell him to fuck you then."

"Paul!" Susan glared at him, "l wish we hadn't started this conversation."

"Who are you doing it with anyway?" Paul asked, "l've been home three weeks and l haven't seen any fellas calling round."

"That's private," she replied, "l don't think l should be discussing my sex life, or rather lack of it with you, it's not the sort of conversation a mother has with her son."

"Come on Mum, we're both adults, l'll be twenty two next month."

"It makes no difference, l'm still your mother," she said, "and l must say l don't approve of what you're doing with those women, they must be some real scrubbers to behave like that."

"No they're not Mum," he said, "they're just ordinary women, okay, most of them are married but they're just looking for a bit of fun."

"So cheating on their husband is just a bit of fun is it?"

"It is if you've not had a decent fuck in god knows how many years," he said.

Susan gave him a stern look.

"Oh come on Mum," he laughed, "when's the last time you had sex?"

"That's none of your business," she replied.

"What about an orgasm, how long since you had an orgasm?"

"Paul stop it!" She shouted, "this is not a conversation l want to have."

"Is it a long time?"

"Long time what?"

"Since your last orgasm."

"That's nothing to do with you," she said, "anyway there's more important things in a relationship than sex. Those women must be desperate if they let themselves be picked up that easily."

"They just can't resist a big cock Mum," he laughed, he grabbed the front of his trousers, "one look at this beauty and they can't get their panties off quick enough."

Susan was shocked at her son's behaviour, they had always had a very good relationship and had been able to talk freely with each other. Paul's father had left the scene when Paul was very young and Susan had struggled financially for years. Paul had always been aware of this and had never been a demanding child, always happy to help out where he could. He had studied hard at school and University and was on the threshold of a successful career. Listening to hear her son talk so casually about sex was totally new to her, she wasn't sure how she felt about his attitude to women, it certainly wasn't how he had been brought up but there was something in the way the conversation was going that made her press for more.

"So you just seek out these older women and….."

"Fuck them," he said, "l just fuck them Mum, no complications, no emotional hang ups, l just fuck them, and they love it."

"I'm not sure l approve but it's your life," she said, "it's just that you don't seem to have much respect for them."

"They don't want respect Mum," he laughed, "they only want a big cock up their cunt."

"Paul! Please don't use that word."

"Oh Mum, get with the modern world, they even use that word on tv these days, what about that film we watched the other day when that woman never stopped talking about her cunt."

"Yes we'll l didn't enjoy that," she said.

"But you didn't turn it off," he shrugged, "you seemed to be enjoying the film. What about porn, you must have heard that word there."

"I don't watch porn," Susan said, "what makes you think l would."

"Everybody watches porn these days Mum."

"We'll l don't," she replied.

"We'll perhaps you should do," he laughed.

"I didn't realise you did," she said.

"Mum l've been watching it for years," he said, "it gives me ideas about things to do with the women and it's great when l just want to masturbate."

Susan could feel her face flushing, she suddenly felt rather uncomfortable but couldn't resist the need to persue the conversation.

"So what do these women get from debasing themselves like this?" She asked.

"They get fucked Mum," he laughed, "they get a few moments of a young man with a big cock treating them as if they were the most desirable woman on the planet, and in most cases they get to experience the best orgasm of their lives, sometimes the only orgasm they have ever experienced apart from masturbation."

"You make it sound as if you are doing them a favour," she laughed.

"Even the most respectable woman wonders how it would feel to be treated like a sex object," he said, "it works both ways, l like a lot of sex, they want to experience life on the wild side for a few moments."

"But how would you feel if l was to do something like that?" She said.

"I'd say good luck and enjoy yourself," he replied.

"We'll there's no chance of that happening,"

"Why not?" He said, "you're an attractive woman, you've got a good figure."

"Ha, you mean fat," she said.

"You're not fat Mum," he said, "you're what they would call voluptuous, these days you would be classed as a milf."

"I've heard that word, what does it mean?"

"A Mum l'd like to fuck," he said, "put it this way Mum, if you were one of those women, l'd fuck you in a heartbeat."

Susan felt a flush of heat going to her face. She knew she should be scolding him for talking about her like that but there was something stopping her.

"When was the last time you got properly fucked Mum?" He asked, "l asked you earlier but you didn't say, and don't say it's none of my business, we're having an adult conversation here."

"If you must know," she said, "l've only had sex twice in the nineteen years since your father walked out, and neither time could be described as memorable, not that it was that exciting with your father, he fancied himself as a lover and l was taken in by him but in his case sex was all about him."

"So you've never had an orgasm through sex, that's awful Mum," he said, "when was the last time you brought yourself off, do you use a vibrator?"

"I wouldn't know where to get one," she replied, "there was a time when l was younger that l did it with my fingers a few times but it was never that successful."

"You need to get out more Mum," he said, "what's stopping you?"

"No-one's going to be interested in me, l'm turned forty, fat and ugly."

"Mum you're none of those things. Okay, you're over forty but most of the women l fuck are much older than you, and you're a damned sight better looking than most of them. Like l said Mum, if l met you in the pub l'd fuck you."

"Yeah well perhaps it's just as well you're my son then, so that won't happen."

"That wouldn't stop me," he said, "plenty of lads fuck their mothers."

"But that's illegal, it's incest," she said.

"Nobody's bothered these days Mum, l mean as long as both parties are old enough and it's consensual, who's going to know?"

Susan was stunned, she wasn't sure how to react.

"Stand up Mum," Paul said.

Susan was uncertain but stood up anyway.

"Now stand in front of me."

Susan felt as if the room was suddenly full of electricity. There was a sense of foreboding in the back of her mind but there was also a tone of power in Paul's voice that somehow compelled her to obey him. As she stood in front of him, she watched as he undid his trousers and pulled out his penis.

"What are you doing?" She cried.

"I want to show you what a real cock looks like," he said.

She knew that the sensible thing was to run out of the room but her legs refused to move. Her eyes were fixed on his penis.

"Have you ever seen one this big?" He said, stroking himself to full erection.

Susan had in fact seen very few penis' in her life, there had been boys at school obviously but the only adult penis she had ever seen had been Frank, the man she had married and his had been nowhere near the size of the penis that her son was stroking in front of her.

"Take off your top," he ordered.

"No…..stop it…..stop this now," she cried, still unable to move or to take her eyes off his penis.

"Do it," he insisted, "take your top off now."

"Please," she cried, "don't make me."

"I'm not making you," he smiled, "there's the door," he nodded towards the door, "you can walk away now or you can do as l tell you and take your top off."

There were voices screaming in her head but still she was unable to move. She wasn't aware that she had even made a decision when she realised she had removed her top and dropped it on the floor.

"Now your bra, let me see your tits," he ordered. As he did he squeezed his penis and a bead of liquid oozed from the eye.

Susan gave a gasp, her knees buckled but she recovered.

"Do it," he repeated, "show me your tits."

Susan could feel tears running down her cheeks. There were forces at work that she could not control, every moral fibre in her body was telling her to stop this now but the forces were too strong.

She reached behind, unhooked her bra then shrugged the straps from her shoulders. She felt the sag of her breasts as the support was removed. The cups fell away, revealing her breasts.

"You've got great tits Mum," he said.

"No l haven't," she replied, "they used to be firmer but they sag now."

"A bit yes," he said, "but that is good, they are big and heavy, just the way l like them, give your shoulder a shake, make them swing."

"I can't...please," she begged.

"Do it," he said, "show them off like a stripper."

The forces were taking over completely as she shook her shoulders, her breast swinging gently from side to side.

"Nice," he said, "big nipples too, l don't remember being breast fed, l bet you made loads of milk."

"I did feed you until you were two," she said, "then the doctor gave me some pills to stop my milk, he said it wasn't right for me to breast feed you any longer."

"You should never have stopped," he said, "it would have been great to come home from school and get your tits out for a drink of milk, l could have milked you like a cow and taken your milk to school with me."

Listening to him talking about her was just adding to the power of the forces compelling her to stand there.

"Now your skirt,' he said, "undo it and drop it."

There was no resistance left as she undid the clasp at the side of her skirt, then the zip, letting her skirt slide over her hips and drop to the floor.

Paul burst out laughing.

"What?" She said.

"Sorry Mum," he said, still laughing, "but those panties are disgusting, they're like school knickers, get them off."

Susan thought she would die of embarrassment, she had never bothered much about her underwear, practicality had always come before fashion when there was never likely to be anyone else to see them. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, sliding them down her legs and taking them off.

"Very nice Mum," he said as she stood back up, "l like the curves of your body, not too keen on all that hair around your cunt but we can get that sorted. Turn around."

Susan turned her back to him.

"Nice arse Mum," he said, now stand with your legs apart.

"Why? What are you going to do?"

"Don't argue, just fucking do what l say," he ordered.

Susan was shocked to hear him talking to her like that but the power he had over her compelled her to obey.

""Now bend forward and touch your toes," he said.

"But that…"

"Do it," he shouted, "do what l say, bend forward and show me your cunt."

Susan wasn't sure how many lines she had already crossed but she felt that this one was the one where she surrendered to him completely. Slowly she bent forward, gripping her ankles for balance.

She felt his hands on her buttocks.

"Very nice," he said, running his hands over her bottom then between her legs. He felt her tremble as his fingers made contact with her labia, he heard her gasp. "Nice cunt Mum," he said, "nice and neat, we just need to get rid of all this hair."

Susan had two emotions fighting in her head, shame at the way her son was treating her as if she were some slave on the block being inspected and pawed over, and a building sense of excitement, she knew what was coming, what was going to be the culmination of all this preamble she knew that huge cock was going to end up inside her, it was wrong, it was terribly wrong, but still there was excitement, she had given up reading romantic novels years ago when she couldn't cope with the frustration of imagining some woman being made love to and being taken to orgasm.

She groaned as one of her son's fingers slipped into her vagina.

"You're so wet Mum," he said, "does it feel good?"

"Oh god," was all she could respond as his finger went deeper inside her.

"Are you thinking what my cock is going to feel like in there?" He said, "because you know that is what's going to happen don't you, you know l'm going to fuck you."

She groaned again as another finger joined the first. She was out of control now, her body pushing back as his fingers probed deeper.

"You want me to fuck you don't you Mum?"

Susan still couldn't bring herself to say the words but her body was saying it for her as more fingers entered her, filling her, she pushed back, wanting them deeper.

"Say it Mum," he said, "tell me you want me to fuck you, say it…..say it." He pushed harder into her.

"Yes!" She cried out, "yes l want you, l want you to fuck me." More tears flooded from her as the shame of what she was saying hit her. But then there was the feeling of emptiness as he withdrew his fingers.

"Stand up," he said, "turn and face me."

She did as he commanded, standing there naked before him, tears streaming down her face. She was shivering, not with cold but with emotion. Again her eyes were drawn to his penis, it looked even larger than before.

"Kneel," he said, undoing his belt and top fastening of his trousers. Kneel and pull off my trousers.

She didn't hesitate, she knew that she wanted that cock inside her. She grabbed the bottom of his trousers and as he raised himself off the sofa she pulled them off.

"Now my underpants," he said.

She reached for the waistband, pulling them down. As his cock sprang free she gave another gasp as she realised that he was completely free of body hair.

"Yes they all get a surprise at that," he smirked, "it makes my cock look even bigger don't you think?"

Susan thought his cock looked huge, standing fully erect, curving upwards from his groin, his foreskin peeled back to reveal a large purple head that glistened from where he had smeared his pre cum.

"Hold it," he said once she had removed his underpants.

She reached out one hand and touched it.

"No, hold it, feel the power," he demanded.

She gripped the shaft with one hand, unable to fully encircle him.

"Both hands," he said.

She did as he instructed, one hand above the other and still the head protruded. As she gripped him she felt it pulsate.

"Kiss it," he ordered.

She looked up at him.

"You must have sucked a cock before Mum," he said.

"Frank always wanted me to," she said, "l once saw one of the girls at school doing it, l tried with Frank but he said l was useless."

"Well you going to do it now with me Mum," he said, "kiss it, kiss the head of my cock."

Slowly she lowered her head, her lips brushing lightly against the tip of his cock.

"Taste it Mum," he said, "it's coated with pre cum, taste it."

Susan hesitated.

"You're not going to get fucked until you do as l say," he said. "Let me tell you what you are going to do. You're going to take my cock into your mouth, you're going to suck me and play with my balls, you're going to take him deep in your mouth, you will feel him pulsate, l will hold you there and you will not try to move away because l'm going to cum in your mouth."

"No!….l can't….not that," she said.

"Yes you will Mum," he smirked, "you're going to take my cum in your mouth and you're going to swallow it."

"No Paul please, l can't do that…please don't make me."

"You will Mum because you want my cock up your cunt, you want me to fuck you and l won't fuck you unless you do as l say. Look at me."

She took her eyes off his cock, looking up at him. He was holding his phone and as she looked up she heard a click.

"Now l have a photo of you holding my cock," he said, "the next one l take will be of you with my cock in your mouth, do it, do it now."

Susan realised that her resistance was futile, she still had hold of his cock, it felt like a pulsating rod of hot steel in her hands. "Please, just fuck me," she tried one last time, knowing it was pointless, knowing that her body had taken charge, her body demanded that cock inside it and she knew she had to obey in order to get it.

"I'm going to make you into an expert cock sucker," he said, "you're going to love the taste of my cum, now do it, no more fucking about, suck me off, then l promise you the best fuck you could ever imagine."

Her brain was in a complete fog, she couldn't understand how she had got to this stage, she knew that to go that one step further would result in her entering the depths of depravity yet there was an irresistible force driving her forward. Before she even knew what she was doing her lips were sliding over the head of his penis, immediately there was a slight salty tang as she tasted his pre cum.

"That's good Mum," he said, "now you're a cock sucker so suck it, hold my balls, massage them gently as you try to suck my cum out of my cock. Suck it like a whore Mum, take it deeper."

He placed his hands on the top of her head, gently forcing her down onto him.

Her mouth was stretched wide, his cock filled her mouth before she had taken half of it. She held his balls and massaged them as he instructed. Suddenly, the revulsion she had felt turned into a need to suck him, to make him cum. Her actions became more urgent as his cock reached the back of her throat.

"Not too deep," he said, "that will come later as you get used to it. Now you just want my cum, you need me to get rid of my first load so that l will fuck you longer and harder, suck me Mum, don't waste my spunk, suck and swallow, l'm nearly there, grip the base of my cock, you'll feel my cum on it's way, then pull back slightly with your mouth and take my load."

"Am l really here," she thought to herself, "is this me doing this or some bizarre dream."

"That's good Mum, suck that spunk out of my balls."

Just as he'd said, she felt the surge at the base of his cock, she did as he had instructed, although she would never know why she didn't pull away completely.

Paul groaned deeply as his orgasm hit.

Susan felt the first shot of hot cum hitting the back of her throat.

"Swallow it," he shouted, "take my cum, you're my sex slave now, take it you cocksucking slut of a mother."

She had no option other than to swallow as her mouth filled with his seed. She was surprised to find it almost tasteless, just slightly salty, it seemed that the more she swallowed the more she sucked out of him, what surprised her even more was that the more she swallowed the more she wanted. She sucked hard, massaging his balls as his spunk continued to fill her mouth.

"Oh that's beautiful," he said, "you deserve the best fuck ever for that."

Finally the pulsations died away and Susan realised that there was no more. Slowly she released him from her mouth, sitting back on her haunches, totally confused at what she had just done.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He smirked, "l bet your cunt was juicing when l filled your mouth with cum."

"What have you done to me Paul," she said, "what have you turned me into?"

"I've turned you into a sexy object," he laughed, "that was a very good first attempt at cocksucking, but don't worry, l'll make sure you get plenty of practice. You've tasted your first load of spunk, there will be plenty more. Look at my cock, see, l'm still hard, he's ready to fuck you now, and now that you've taken his first load it means l get to fuck you longer and harder before he cums again, sit on the sofa and spread your legs."

"Is that how you see me now?" She said, "just like one of your other women."

"That's right Mum, you're just another one of my fuckbags," he laughed, "now get on the sofa and spread your legs."

"What if l refuse?" She asked.

He picked up his phone and turned it for her to see, he pressed play.

"That's the video l just took of you sucking my cock, if you don't want that put on the internet for everyone to see you had better do as l say."

"Why are you treating me like this," she began to cry again, "you've never been nasty to me, l thought you loved me."

"I do love you as a mother," he said, "but now you're my cum slut as well, just like the others."

"That's a horrible name to call me,"

"Get used to it because that's what you are, you just sucked my cock and swallowed my cum and you never lost a drop, don't try to tell me you didn't want it, just like you want this up your cunt," he said holding his cock.

"This is madness," she said, "this is so wrong, we have to stop it."

"Tell me you want to stop it after l've fucked you," he laughed, "you'll be like all the others, come crawling back begging me to do it again. Now get on the sofa and open your legs or this video goes on the internet."

She wanted to resist, she wanted to get up and walk away, she wanted to do that so badly, she knew it was the right thing to do. So why would her body not behave, why was her body churning inside, why couldn't she take her eyes off his cock as she did as he demanded, sitting on the sofa and spreading her legs wide.

"Just like l said," he grinned, standing above her, "you're my cum slut, you won't regret it."

He reached down and gripped her ankles, lifting her legs wide apart and pinned them either side of her head. She was totally at his mercy as he rested the head of his cock between her labia.

"Now tell me you don't want it," he said, but before she could reply he entered her in one firm thrust until his pelvis crashed against her.

"Oh my god!" She screamed as pain shot through her body, but more than pain there was a sudden surge of heat deep in her belly and she trembled from head to toe.

"You just came you randy bitch," he laughed, "listen."

He withdrew his cock and thrusted back in again, the juices in her cunt squelching as he filled her.

"That's your cunt juices," he said, "that's your cunt telling me to fuck you and to fuck you hard, is that what you want you cum slut."

Susan had never felt like this before, cold shivers travelled across the top of her body while there was burning heat inside her, her body convulsed as he began fucking her with long deep strokes. Within seconds she came again.

"Oh god no!" She cried, she was convinced he would tear her apart with the force of his thrusts. "Oh no please….oh my god….yes."

"Yes," he repeated as he crashed down onto her again, "is that yes, you want more?"

"Oh please….please Paul…..we mustn't."

"But you want it don't you," he said as he humped into her. He released her legs and grabbed her breasts, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. "You're my cum slut, just like the others, tell me…tell me you want it." He pinched her nipples, twisting them.

Susan screamed as another orgasm tore through her body. "Oh god yes….anything….yes…..oh god….yes, yes."

Suddenly he pulled out.

"Oh no, please…don't go….don't stop…please," she begged.

"I knew it," he smirked, "turn around, get on your knees, bend over the back of the sofa, do it..do it now."

"Please, just fuck me," she begged as she scrambled onto her knees, she could feel her juices leaking from her cunt, running down her thighs.

"Now spread your legs," he said. "Quicker!"

He gave her bottom a sharp slap, Susan cried out at the ferocity of the blow. Then again as he repeated it. She moved her thighs wide apart.

"Your cunt is wide open," he said, "l think you need something bigger than even my cock, is that what you want."

"Anything," she sobbed, "just fuck me, do what you like but please fuck me."

Paul laughed as his hand went between her thighs, sliding first two, then three then four fingers into her cunt. "More?" He said.

"Yes, anything," she responded, she had lost control completely, the convulsions in her body were never ending, she had never felt like this in her life before, all she knew was that she didn't want it to end.

"How about this?" He said as he slid his whole hand into her cunt, balling his fist inside her, pushing it deep into her cunt.

"Oh sweet Jesus!" She cried as she shook from top to toe again.

"I bet that's the biggest thing you've had in your cunt since l came out of it," he laughed as he began fucking here with his fist, long smooth strokes.

"Oh Jesus Paul, what are you doing to me,"

"This is just the start Mum," he said, "you have much to learn and experience now you're my cum slut."

Susan gave a sigh as he finally withdrew his fist from her cunt.

"Look at your juices pouring out you dirty slut," he laughed. "When was the last time a fella went down on you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oral sex Mum," he said, "just like when you sucked my cock, when's the last time you had someone licking out your cunt?"

"Never," she said, "Frank wanted to do it once but l said it was dirty and wouldn't let him."

"No wonder he walked out Mum," he said, "sit back down and open your legs."

Susan was too confused to resist. Everything that had happened had been abhorrent to her and yet it had felt so good. Her body was still reacting to her last orgasm and just the thought that he was now going to do something else to her was almost bringing her to climax again. She was in a daze, her body conforming to his commands as if she were on some kind of remote control.

"Now spread your legs and lie back," he said. As she did so he slid his hands under her bottom, using his thumbs to part her labia. "This hair has to go Mum," he said, "get it sorted tomorrow."

"Do all your women do that?" She said.

"A few of them have," he replied, "but mostly they are afraid their husbands might suspect something."

Paul's love of giving oral sex and his love of shaved cunts started many years before. It was with Miss Harris his history teacher. She was by far the most attractive female he had ever come into contact with and had quickly become the subject of his fantasies when masturbating.

The fateful day had been two years later, Jean Harris was twenty eight years old, Paul about to leave for University she had asked him to put some books back into the storeroom at the end of the lesson. He had watched her through the glass panel in the door, couldn't resist the chance to take out his cock and masturbate. She had taken him by surprise when she had entered the room, he had desperately tried to cover himself.

"No," she'd said, "let me see, l've seen you staring at my breasts, let me see."

He had uncovered his cock, he knew he had by far the biggest cock of any of his pals, in fact he had acquired the nickname "Donkey Dick,"

That had been the start, at first it was in her car, getting her tits out, she sucking his cock. She had taught him not to cum too quickly, then that first time she had stripped completely, laid down on a grassy area and instructed him in how to fuck her.

He had been fascinated by her shaved cunt and once she had instructed him how to bring her to orgasm orally it had become a favourite of his. Since then, he had become hooked on older women. He had found them less complicated. Young girls seemed to think it was some big deal to let him see their tits but with older women it was much easier. Usually they were flattered that a good looking young man was paying them attention, then it was just a matter of getting them in a situation where he could get them to feel his erection, or better still to show them, from then on it was plain sailing, tits out, hand up their skirt, up against the wall and a quick shag. In the vast majority of cases they were eager for more and prepared to do anything to get it. The only draw back was the number of hairy cunts he had to eat out but the smell and taste of a cunt was irresistible to him. Just like the one before him.

Susan saw his head dip between her thighs, the first contact of his lips against her labia caused her to sigh deeply, she felt his tongue travelling the length or her slit but the shock when his lips found her clitoris was like an electric charge passing through her body.

Paul saw her juices oozing from her cunt, saw her clitoris swollen from his earlier fisting. Her juices tasted sweet as he used his tongue. When he sucked on her clitoris he felt a violent reaction in her body. He invaded her cunt with his tongue then switched back to her clitoris. Heard her cry and moan with each new manoeuvre, he reached up for her breasts, tweaking her nipples gently at first, then firmer, she cried out again..

In moments Susan was back in some sort of paradise. It seemed that everything he did to her sent more and more pleasure through her body. Years ago she had pushed Frank away, now her hands were on the top of his head, pushing him against her cunt. Her body began to convulse, she was on the edge of orgasm, then, suddenly he squeezed her nipples hard, twisting them, at the same time biting down on her clitoris.

She screamed loudly, her back arching off the sofa as her body went into spasm. She felt a huge surge of heat travelling down inside her, her legs wrapped around his neck, trapping him as her body fluids poured out of her.

Paul kept up the pressure on her nipples, twisting them back and forth as his mouth filled with her cunt juice. He chose his moment carefully, then slipped one hand below her again. This time, as he bit down on her clitoris and felt her react he forced two fingers into her anus.

Susan screamed even louder as her anus was invaded, her body arched upwards, there was pain and pleasure coming from everywhere in her body. Another violent orgasm ripped through her, there were lights flashing in her head then a red mist then, suddenly she collapsed, completely spent.

Paul released her, pulled away and sat back watching her. She was barely conscious, her body heaving and trembling. She was mumbling, he wasn't able to make out if she was actually saying words or just making noises. He bent forward and kissed her cunt, lapping up the trickle of liquid still oozing from her. He heard her moan gently as his tongue made contact.

He allowed her a few minutes to begin to recover. Slowly she returned to the world, finally opening her eyes and looking up at him.

"What have you done to me Paul," she whispered, "how could you do this to me?"

"Was it good Mum?" He smiled.

"It should never have happened Paul," she said, "this is so wrong, we will go to hell for this."

"We'll l think you've just been to heaven," he laughed.

"It's not funny Paul," she said, "l know l'm as much to blame, but it should never have happened, we must never do anything like that again."

"Oh l don't think so Mum," he sneered, standing up and holding his erect cock in front of her. "I haven't finished with you yet, that was just getting you warmed up, now it's my turn to cum and l want to cum in your cunt." He stepped towards her, leaning forward, his cock only inches from her face. "Kiss it," he demanded.

She looked up at him. "No more Paul please, l can't take any more."

"Kiss it!" He repeated, "you're my cum slut, kiss it."

Susan had surrendered so much to him but she knew this was the final bridge. If she gave in to him now it would be eternal damnation. She knew she had to resist, it was the only way out of this insanity. She was staring at his penis as he held it in front of her. She could see it pulsating as he squeezed it. She could see the eye flexing as if calling her, she saw the bead of pre cum oozing from the eye. The world beyond that bead of cum no longer existed, she knew what she had to do, she had to give herself completely and be damned with the consequences.

She moved forward and took the head of his penis into her mouth, licking that bead with the tip of her tongue.

"Good," he said, "welcome to my harem, now you're just another one of my cum sluts. Now go upstairs, get on the bed, on your hands and knees with your legs parted and your tits swinging."

"I don't know if l can take any more," she pleaded as she released him, "l need to rest."

"You don't get the choice any more Mum," he replied, "when l want to fuck you l will, when l want to do anything to you l will, you're my sex toy now, you just gave yourself to me, there's no going back, you won't regret it. Now do as l say and wait for me."

She wasn't even sure if her legs had the strength to stand, her head was still spinning. She managed to get up and slowly made her way into the hall and up the stairs. Climbing onto the bed and getting into position as he had instructed she couldn't help but feel humiliated that she had given herself so easily. But even the thought of what was about to happen was exciting her and as she waited she couldn't resist the temptation to put one hand between her thighs and stimulate her clitoris.

"That's depravity Mum," Paul said from the doorway, "frigging yourself after what has just gone on."

Susan took her hand away, ashamed that she had been found out. But then she felt the bed move as he got behind her and the excitement took over again.

"Doggy style," he said, "my favourite position, especially with big titted bitches like you."

Before she could respond he had hold of her by her hips, she felt the head of his penis between her labia, then with one thrust he was fully inside her, his tummy slapping into her buttocks.

Susan could only groan as his cock filled her. And again as he grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to bruise them as he began fucking her violently.

Paul had held back so long he couldn't hold on any longer, he had to fuck her completely now, had to fuck her without mercy, he knew that was what she needed, he had to own her, just like he did with all the others.

Time and again he rammed into her, each time he heard her groan in response. He leaned back and gave her buttocks a firm slap, seeing the red imprint of his hand on her tender skin. He grabbed her hair, pulling her back onto each thrust of his cock. Heard her cry out again, then felt the heat of more juices bathing his cock

Susan didn't know if her body could take any more but she didn't want it to stop. Orgasm followed orgasm, not the earth shattering ones of before but more deep seated, a warm glow flooding through her body. He was ramming his cock into her, she could feel it hitting her cervix. Automatically she found herself pushing back to meet each thrust.

Paul knew he was close, could feel the pain and pressure in his balls that preempted a huge orgasm. Two more savage thrusts and then one final lunge as he went deeper than ever before and his cock exploded inside her.

She wanted him to cum inside her, she needed him to cum inside her. The final thrust came, she met it with equal force. She felt the head of his cock entering her cervix, felt him cum, the heat of his cum firing inside her. "Oh my god!" She screamed as another orgasm made her shudder, plus the realisation that she had not yet begun the menopause, that she was not taking any precautions, there had been no need, but now the facts hit her, her son had just planted his seed deep inside her, her body had accepted it willingly. Deep in her heart she knew, she knew there had been a connection. Not a medical knowledge, not any knowledge based on logic, just the knowledge that he had planted his seed inside her and that the magic had happened.

His mother had collapsed on the bed with the force of his final thrust. He lay on top of her, still humping himself into her as his cock fired shot after shot of hot spunk into her cunt. He had fucked so many women he had lost count but he had to admit it had never felt like this, fucking his mother like this had been the best experience of his life.

He stayed on top of her as his cock pulsated, sending the last of his spunk into her. Finally his body relaxed and he rolled away, onto his back.

Susan felt an emptiness as his cock slipped from her. She turned to face him, looking directly into his eyes.

"Good?" He asked.

"Mmmmmm," she replied.

"Now clean my cock," he said.

Without hesitation she swivelled round, seeing his cock lying limp across his thigh. She took him into her mouth, tasting the mixture of their juices, she sucked him clean, then licked her way down his shaft and onto his balls. She giggled as she saw his cock slowly returning to erection. "I think he wants me again," she smiled.

"Later," he said.

"We only have one day left before you go back, are you planning to fuck me until then?" She giggled.

"Don't worry, l'll make sure you get plenty of cock from now on," he replied.

"Mmmmmm, l hope so," she said. She moved up beside him, kissing him. "There's something l need to tell you," she said.

"What?"

"I think you just made me pregnant."

"You're joking," he laughed, "at your age….you're kidding me, anyway, how can you know."

"Believe me, a woman knows when it's right. I haven't started the menopause yet, l haven't been taking precautions, there was no need, l never expected to have sex with anyone let alone my own son."

"But what do you intend to do if you're right?"

"Nothing," she said, "l'm not getting rid of it if that's what you're thinking, l can explain it away easily enough, just say l had a one night stand with someone, l won't involve you."

"You probably won't be anyway," he said.

"Believe me, l know," she said, "but l also know l don't want this to stop, l've never felt this good."

"So you still want to be my cum slut then," he laughed.

"Oh yes," she laughed with him, "l want to be your best cum slut."