Mother Makes Me a Whore, Part 1
HEED THIS WARNING: This story deals with themes of femdom, plus-sized women, and incest. If you're easily disgusted by incestuous content, steer clear of this narrative. It's aimed at individuals who find enjoyment in it. While this chapter is incomplete, I've shared it here to see if it piques anyone's interest. I'm open to suggestions, but keep in mind that my story has a predetermined start-to-finish plot, so you'll need a remarkably compelling argument to persuade me to incorporate it.
The tale begins in spring 2024. I'd decided to end my residency at my father's house and stay solely with my mother. For the last year, I'd experienced numerous disagreements with my father. Eventually, one argument grew so heated that he exclaimed, "Maxim, I won't tolerate your behavior any longer. If you wish to continue as you are, leave my house and live with your mother."
I promptly relocated all my possessions and phoned my mother to inquire about her thoughts: "Yes, dear, I'd be overjoyed to have you back home."
The next day, my room at my father's residence was devoid of any belongings. I arrived at my mother's house only to discover she wasn't there. Her abode was a spacious, modern residence featuring a basement. My room was situated on the second floor, opposite my mother's room. I set about customizing my dwelling to suit my preferences as best I could. By the time I'd achieved a pleasing arrangement, it was around seven in the evening, and my mother had returned from work. She was a top-notch lawyer, and her appearance, as you'd imagine, was classy. That day, she wore her stylish reading glasses, a smart, tailored black jacket, a pristine white blouse, and an alluring black skirt. Her attire was effortlessly enhanced by impressive heels. This captivating brunette with generous curves had left many men feeling drawn to her. Even though she was on the spicier side, she was considered the hottest MILF by my friends and acquaintances.
Her sizable hips, paired with those enticing breasts, made every man clamor for her. Her thighs were battle-axe-sized, and she attracted numerous suitors due to her voluptuous figure. Although not every guy had the fortune to sleep with her, I would soon discover that would change. She was a much-coveted woman.
Upon entering her home, she spotted me and exclaimed, "Maxim!"
She enveloped me in her arms. At 5'10", she was as tall as me, due to her high heels. Her bear hug was warm and soothing as I cherished them.
"I'm so delighted to have you back home. I've been feeling lonely since Vincent left."
I expressed my happiness to be back. My life at my father's had been increasingly challenging.
She relinquished her embrace, and I gazed at her in awe.
"Have you eaten?"
No, I'd been too consumed by my room redesign.
"Shall we go to dinner? I'm quite exhausted, and I'd like to celebrate your return."
That sounded incredible. It had been a long time since we indulged in such an outing. I was savoring being at home now.
We proceeded to dine where we shared tales about my academic pursuits.
"So, Max, have you figured out why you're studying?"
I certainly hadn't, I'd been somewhat lost these days.
She responded, "I believe all young adults must leave the nest eventually. However, I'm very happy to have you back living with me."
My mom displayed her elation, and we relished indulging in food and drink. I was regenerating my connection with her. Little did I know that this experiencing of happiness would take up an increasingly significant role in my life in the ensuing summer. Over the coming weeks, I acclimated to my new environment. My mother was rarely present, and I was equally occupied with my college studies. On the weekends, I indulged in gaming, while she was occupied with her lover. I'd overheard them making a ruckus on several occasions. I could distinctly hear her moaning, the sound of her bottom getting slapped, and occasionally, their bodies colliding.
After several weeks, I became aware that she was quite promiscuous. The start of summer had come, and it had been 9 weeks since I'd moved back in with her. I calculated that in that period, she'd amassed around a dozen lovers. I started to realize that she wasn't committed to maintaining committed relationships.
My summer break had just started, and I had plenty of free time on my hands. One day, I felt incredibly horny but couldn't find anyone to satisfy my desires. I had spent a lot of time watching porn, but it wasn't doing much for me. I craved something real and that's when I started looking through my mom's things. I took her underwear from the laundry and the scent was intoxicating. But I stopped myself before going any further, feeling guilty about my actions.
A few days later, on June 26, I couldn't help myself anymore. In the afternoon, I left my room and walked over to the adjacent corridor. My mom's door was open, and I could see her white bed as soon as I stepped in. I imagined myself in her place, feeling a big cock inside me and holding two full DDD cups. I wished I could hear her screaming, "Treat me like a whore. Make me scream Daddy. Oh yeah, just like that."
I approached the bed and touched the blanket with my fingers. I glanced around and noticed the closet. Before opening it, I was terrified at what I might find. With a deep breath, I slowly opened the door. To my disappointment, all I found were some nightgowns and robes. I decided to look through her dresser next and quickly discovered her panties drawer. Holding a lacy pair in my hand made my dick hard and throbbing against my jeans. I was determined to find something more, something that would make me jerk off.
It was time to take things up a notch. I'd heard stories from my friends about discovering their mom's sex toys in their nightstands, which I assumed were just fantasies.
I headed over to the nightstand on the right side of the bed. Based on my memories, it was where my mom usually slept. There was nothing unusual there - just a telephone, some cables, a perfumed candle, and some lipsticks.disappointed that I didn't find anything exciting, I resigned myself to leave. As I turned to leave, I noticed another nightstand on the other side of the bed. I was even more disappointed to find a night mask and heart plugs inside.
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- Part 3: The Girl-Only Celebration
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