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After the Party
by Alex Johnson (thor4u@my-deja.com)
I was getting sick of this shit! I had just
turned 16 a month ago, and was still a virgin. I was
a good looking kid, and I worked out a lot so I had a
good body, but I was so shy with girls I could never
get anywhere.
Once again this Friday night, I had struck out.
I didn't have the balls to ask a girl out, so I went
with some of my buddies to a house party a girl at
school was giving. Her parents were out of town for
the weekend. There was a lot of food, booze, and loud
music. And a lot of girls.
I actually was doing all right for a while. I
ended up talking with Cathy Alvarez, a nice looking but
plain girl who was in my Advanced Biology class. Cathy
was one of the smartest kids in the school, and was
considered a "nerd" by just about everybody. She never
dated, never even showed any interest in boys, so I was
surprised to see her at the party.
Cathy's personality was almost identical to
mine. She was terribly shy around members of the
opposite sex. But we knew each other from working
together on a biology project, and I think we were
both happy to have someone we could talk to without
any pressure. We talked for a long time.
After probably two hours of conversation, we
danced. Cathy told me it was the first time (except
dance lessons) that she had ever danced with a boy. We
were both pretty nervous.
I was surprised to feel some really nice breasts
rubbing against me, (Cathy's loose conservative clothes
kept her charms well-concealed) and even more surprised
to see a mischievous smile on she face as she watched
my reactions.
By this time Cathy had sipped two small glasses
of white wine, and I guess that loosened her up a bit.
Being a major stud, I had guzzled four beers,
which was three more than I had ever had at one time --
so I was buzzed.
We continued dancing to slow songs, and there
was a good bit of intentional rubbing going on. Finally
the conversation turned to relationships, and Cathy
asked me if I had ever had sex.
I said yes, of course, being a major beer-
drinking, beer-talking stud and all. Cathy said she
never had, but had been thinking about it a lot. She
candidly said she liked rubbing against me while we
danced, and if sex felt anything like that, it must be
fun. I assured her it was wonderful.
Now, the party had been going on for a while,
and a kind of a drill was evolving. Couples would
wander upstairs to the bedrooms. When they returned,
the boys would get high-fives from their friends, and
the girls would run off in a giggling herd with their
friends. There were probably 100 kids at the party,
so the bedrooms stayed full.
I guess every school has a slut and ours was
Nancy MacNamara. Some girls get a slutty reputation
they don't deserve and spend years trying to live it
down.
Nancy got hers by sucking and fucking anybody
who asked her, and spent years living up to it. Nancy
just loved sex, and didn't care who knew about it.
Well, Nancy was pretty drunk, and next thing you
know, disappointed that all the bedrooms were full, she
starts blowing one of the football players right on the
dance floor! Just dropped to her knees, whipped out
his cock, and started sucking.
Cathy took one look at that display and asked if
I had ever done that with a girl.
Of course I had, I lied. And did I like it?
Goddamn right I liked it...it was awesome!
Cathy looked around the room, got a troubled
look on her face, said Nancy was disgusting and it was
time for her to leave. She bolted out the door before
I realized what was going on. I was left alone on the
dance floor with a raging hardon in my pants.
I spent the rest of the evening drinking beer
(I lost count at seven) and watching Nancy MacNamara
disappear into bedrooms, dining rooms, anywhere that
was available, with an endless series of high school
jocks. Nancy was a one-woman sucky-fucky orgy.
Nancy would have fucked me in a heartbeat,
especially if she had seen how big and hard my dick
was, which was rock all night. But I couldn't get near
her because all the jocks were hanging around waiting
their turns... And even though I had a big dick, I
little, itty-bitty pussy-balls -- I didn't have the
nerve to approach Nancy MacNamara, especially at a
party in front of my friends.
So I just watched, and drank...and ached.
When I got so drunk I couldn't walk, my buddy
Terry decided it was time to go. I protested that I
was gonna get laid tonight, just as soon as Nancy was
available, but Terry had better sense. He poured me
into his car and drove me home. I later learned that
I gave Terry shit all the way home for dragging me
away from my fantasy date with destiny.
Somehow we made it home and up my front steps
without any disasters, but getting through the front
door was another matter. Terry was trying to hold me
up straight enough that I wouldn't fall while he un-
locked the front door with my key. Once we got the
door opened, I leaned against it, slamming the door
into the wall, and then slipping down to a sitting
position on the floor.
Terry was trying to lift me back to a standing
position, and I was babbling something about tits,
blow jobs and pussy, when we heard a shuffling in the
hallway. There in the hallway, wearing a pink robe
over her nightgown was my Mother.
"Well, well...what have we here?" Mom asked.
"Looks like the blind leading the blind."
Terry mumbled some apology, but Mom was just
laughing at both of us. Terry tried again to get me to
my feet, but he's about four inches shorter than me
and 40 pounds lighter, and he just wasn't strong
enough.
Finally, after letting us struggle for a couple
of minutes, Mom came over and helped Terry get me up
and over to the couch. I'm not sure if it was the
beer, or the dancing with Cathy, or what, but even as
drunk as I was I immediately noticed the wonderful
feeling of my Mom's breast pressing into my arm as she
supported me.
Terry made moves to leave, but Mom was not about
to let him. She asked him a lot of silly questions to
see how drunk he was, and then insisted that he stay
for a cup of coffee to sober up. Finally, after two
cups of coffee, she let him leave.
As I sat in a stupor on the couch, I continued
to babble about tits, blowjobs and pussy. It was just
incoherent nonsense. Mom checked me out to be sure I
was not in any medical danger (Oh, I forgot to tell
you, Mom is an RN and works as an emergency room
nurse).
Mom considered trying to wrestle me to my bed
upstairs, but decided against it. I could sleep on the
couch. She asked me about the party, and being a big-
time beer-drinking stud, I stupidly told her the whole
damn story.
She was glad to hear that I had good time with
Cathy. I was destroyed, because I figured Cathy had
fled in terror of the pervert she had been dancing
with. Mom said that was probably not true -- she
thought Cathy saw a situation getting out of hand and
had sense enough to just walk away from it. She said
I would know a lot better what Cathy's attitude was
when I saw her in school on Monday.
And she suggested that if Cathy had been
offended by my bragging, to tell her truthfully that
I had lied to impress her and that Nancy's sluttiness
didn't have anything to do with she and I. As always,
my wonderful and beautiful Mother, my best friend, had
given me good advice.
Mom didn't believe all of my story about Nancy
MacNamara, though. She was convinced that Nancy was
just making out with people, and didn't believe the
blowjob-on-the-dancefloor story for a minute.
That got me pissed, and I told her loudly that
I saw her take the jock's skimpy little dick out of
his pants and suck it. In my still-drunken stupor, I
fumed about the fact that my cock was probably three
times the size of his and I couldn't even get a date,
much less a blowjob.
Then, overwhelmed by the lost opportunity for
my first score, and humiliated that my Mom didn't be-
lieve me about the blowjob incident, I began to cry.
Mom hugged me and comforted me for a few
minutes, and finally calmed me down. I felt her
breasts rub against me as she held her silly little
boy.
After a few minutes, she asked me if I could
stand up. I was able to stand with her help, and we
began to try to make our way to the downstairs bath-
room. We made it that far, and Mom insisted that I go
to the bathroom, so I wouldn't have an accident during
the night. It was just like I was two years old again.
Mom had to come into the bathroom and steady me
as I took a leak. We had trouble with my zipper and it
was impossible to get my dick out of my pants, so she
just undid my jeans and let them drop to the floor.
Still in a fog, I just pulled my boxers down and let
them drop around my ankles, too.
"Ooooo, Alex!" Mom marveled. "I see what you
mean...you DO have a very big penis. Very lovely. I'm
proud of you!"
"Aw Mom!" I was embarrassed. But it was a
little exciting, too, having my cock complimented by
a woman. Even if it was my Mother.
Mom was 37 years old at this time, but much
better looking than most 20 year-olds, with a very
pretty face and a perfect figure. She was full, and
rounded, and tight in all the right places.
Of course, I couldn't see much of that beauty
now, partially because of my drunken state, but mostly
because Mom was keeping it covered up.
"Listen Alex, don't be embarrassed. I may be
your mother, but I'm a woman too. I know a beautiful
cock when I see one, and that is one beautiful cock.
To tell you the truth, it's bigger than your father's."
I already knew that, I had been comparing myself
to Dad for years. His was about six and a half inches,
and not as thick as mine either. Dad had an adequate,
average dick.
"Yeah, maybe...but it's useless!" I moaned.
"It just hangs there useless! No girl is ever going
to see it if I don't get over my fear of girls, and I
wouldn't know what to do with it if I had a chance!"
"Oh, I'm sure you would know what to do, Alex."
Mom replied. "And when somebody does finally see it,
you're going to have girls all over you!"
"I don't think so, Mom. I know it's not the end
of the world. I know I'll grow up normal and happy,
but right now I'm just so insecure and horny all the
time. I know I'll be okay someday, but I wish I could
get over this fear!"
"What are you afraid of, Alex?" Mom asked.
"Not being able to, you know, do it." I
answered. "I mean I'm sure I could figure out where
to stick it, but I don't know how to do it right. You
know, a slut like Nancy would just be all hot over the
size of my dick, but I wouldn't go with somebody like
her anyway. But, if I was with a nice girl like Cathy,
I would want it to be good for her. I would want to
make her happy. I don't know much about sex, Mom, but
I know it takes more than a big dick to make a woman
happy."
"Yes, that is certainly true," Mom was thought-
ful, but then started to tease me to lighten the
moment. "But are you calling me a slut because I'm
‘all hot over the size of your dick'?"
"Oh Mom! You're not hot over the size of my
dick!"
"Oh yes I am, Alex. That is a gorgeous dick,
and it does arouse me to see it. It especially makes
me hot to see it getting harder now as we talk about
it. I may be your mother, but you really are making
me hot."
"How can you tell if you're getting hot, Mom?
Obviously, you don't get hard. How does a woman know?"
"Several ways. First of all, we do get hard,
but it's our nipples that get hard first. Mine are
hard as rocks right now."
"Let me see them, Mom...please?"
"No Alex. You'll have to take my word for it."
"Aw shit, Mom, that's not fair. I know I'm
drunk, but you're taking advantage of the situation!
You're looking at me, and talking to me to get me
aroused, but you won't let me look at you."
"Do you really want to look at me, Alex? Do
you really want to see my tits?"
"Oh Yeah Mom! I'd love to see your tits. I
think about them all the time!"
"Do you really? And when do you think about my
tits, Alex? When you masturbate?"
"Aw Mom, c'mon...stop it." Now I was really
embarrassed.
"Hey stud, you started it!" Mom laughed. "Is
that true, though? Do you think about your old Mom's
tits when you masturbate?"
"Well...sometimes, yeah. I'm sorry, Mom." I
was still embarrassed.
"Alex! That is nothing to be sorry for. It is
the nicest compliment you can pay a woman. I'm very
flattered...and it has made me even more aroused! God,
I'd like to see that!"
And then, very slowly, closely watching my
reaction, Mom reached over and locked the bathroom
door and slowly pulled her robe open. I could clearly
see the erect nipples through the thin nightgown.
"See, Alex? See what you've done to your horny
old mother?"
"Mom you're not old, and you can't be horny."
"Well maybe not old, not just yet...but I am
definitely horny, Alex. Your Dad and I have an okay sex
life, but I just never seem to get enough. And, when
people have been married a long time, you get in kind
of a rut -- just doing it to get it over with so the
other person won't complain too much. You don't do the
really fun stuff anymore, the spontaneous stuff. I
probably masturbate as much as you do, my horny son!
And, after tonight, I'll have something new to think
about when I touch myself."
"Will you be thinking about me, Mom?" I asked
incredulously.
"Oh yeah! You bet I will! I'll be thinking
about the most beautiful cock I have ever seen, hanging
from my handsome young son. I'll be thinking about a
lot of things, Alex. A lot of things I'd like to do
with that gorgeous cock of yours."
As Mom said that, she began pulling her negligee
down away from her tits, so I could get a full, bare
view of them. They were the most beautiful tits I had
ever seen! They were beautifully full, with large
dark-tan areolae, and rock-hard nipples that looked
like pencil erasers. As Mom rubbed her hand over her
nipples, they got even harder and jutted out more. The
other thing I noticed was that Mom's breasts were
rising and falling at a fairly rapid pace. She was
breathing hard!
As I watched this incredible display, I very
slowly began to stroke my cock. In my drunken state,
I didn't even notice it at first, but when I saw Mom's
eyes widen and her nostrils flare I looked around to
see what she was so excited about and realized that
she was staring right at my cock as I stroked it. I
stopped in shock at what I had done.
"Oh Alex...don't stop...that's beautiful! You
got excited seeing Mommy's big tits, didn't you?"
"Uh huh," I grunted, still gripping my raging
hardon and struggling not to jack it any more.
"Does it make you excited to see how hot you
have made Mommy, Alex?" Mom asked. She was now talking
in an ultra-sexy whisper that made my cock jump.
"Uh huh."
"If I show you how else you have made me hot,
will you keep stroking for a little while?" Mom cooed.
"Uh huh" I resumed stroking ...still very slow,
but as drunk as I was, I was afraid I would not be able
to keep from cumming pretty soon. I could feel an
orgasm already starting to build.
Mom completely removed her robe. Then, to my
surprise, she pulled her nightgown over her head. She
wasn't wearing any panties, so she was stark naked
before me. I gasped.
"Thank you, sweetie...I'll take that as a com-
pliment." Mom whispered breathlessly. "Now look here,
Alex. Look at my vagina."
I was transfixed. Mom's pussy was shaved, and
was the most glorious vagina I had ever seen. Even
the air-brushed pussies in the fuck magazines could
not compare to my beautiful Mom. And she was not a
picture. She was a vision of heaven! And she was
right in front of me...live and in the flesh! This
was not make believe!
As I watched, Mom gently pulled apart her pussy
lips, showing me the wetness inside. She ran her
finger inside (jumping with excitement as she did) and
showed me the slippery, wet lubricant.
She rubbed some on my fingers so I could feel
how slippery it was. She told me that this lubricant
was secreted by women to lubricate their vaginas in
preparation for fucking (of course, she called it
intercourse). Then Mom blew my mind! She asked me if
I wanted to taste her pussy juice!
"God, Mom! I don't know!" I stammered. I was
sobering up fast!
"Oh look at you, sexy boy! You have pre-cum!"
Mom pointed to the droplet of juice on my pisshole, and
as quick as she said that, she gently wiped the drop
off with her finger, and then obscenely sucked it off
her finger.
"Ummmm. Yummy." Mom oozed. "You're delicious,
Alex. Are you sure you don't want to taste your slutty
Mother?"
"You're not slutty, Mom," I protested.
"Oh yes I am, Alex! I can be a slut beyond your
wildest imagination! You have no idea, Alex!" Mom's
eyes were now burning with lust. There was no doubt
that she could be an awesome slut if she wanted to.
I continued to stroke my dick, and this time I
accepted my Mom's pussy-juiced finger. I licked it
with my tongue, and then sucked the juice into my
mouth. It didn't have much taste, but the aroma of my
Mom's pussy on her finger was driving me crazy. I
began jacking my huge, engorged cock harder.
"Oh Baby! Don't hurt him! Don't jerk him too
hard, he'll get all raw. Let Mommy lubricate him for
you a little and then you can continue...but be gentle
...he's a very precious cock."
With that, Mom plunged her fingers deep into her
pussy, letting out a loud "Unhhhh!" as she did. She
diddled and rubbed herself until her fingers were
drenched with pussy juice. Then she moved her hand to
my throbbing cock and began to slowly stroke my raging
hardon. It was incredible!
"Okay, sweetie...now you are good and lubri-
cated. You can continue." Mom said with a salacious
smile on her face. "Or do you want your slutty Mom to
stroke that big cock for you and spray cum all over
herself?"
I gasped when I heard Mom's offer to jack me
off! "Oh Mom, you do it!" I almost yelled. "But
don't keep calling yourself a slut, Mom. I don't like
that."
"Oh I am a slut, Alex! I'm a nasty, dick-
stroking, cocksucking, baby-fucking slut! But I'll be
your slut, Alex...only yours. Nobody else will ever
see my slutty side. Being a slut is a wonderful thing,
Alex...just relax and see how good it can be."
Mom softly stroked my cock for about two
minutes. While she stroked me, she told me that I was
so aroused that she was going to "put you out of your
misery first, before we get down to the fun stuff."
She continued to jack my pounding cock, more rapidly
now, occasionally licking my cock or taking the head
in her mouth for a quick suck.
It wasn't a blow job, she later explained, she
was just jacking me off, but she couldn't stand not
sucking me a little. Pretty quickly, I erupted with
a major blast of cum. The cum went all over my Mom-
slut, in her hair, her face, and all over her
shoulders, neck and breasts. My Mom-slut squealed with
delight.
As I stopped spurting cum, Mom took my dick in
her mouth, deftly deep-throating my big cock like it
was nothing. She sucked slow and hard, draining the
cum from my cock and giving me an unbelievable sen-
sation.
Before I could catch my breath, Mom began lick-
ing my limp dick and happy balls. As she licked under-
neath my balls, she gently stroked my sensitive dick
back to full hardness.
"Mom...I'm not gonna be able to cum for quite a
while yet. That was a really big one I just had!" I
said.
"Oh, I know...I know. That's why I got you off
so quick...so you wouldn't cum until I am ready for you
to cum."
With that, Mom closed the toilet seat and sat me
down on it, facing her. I was now fully sober, and my
cock had recovered quickly. Mom gently lowered her
steaming pussy onto my rigid shaft, looking directly
into my eyes as she did. Her pussy was hot and wet,
but my cock was so big that it was hard to get it in
her at first. Mom moaned and giggled as she worked all
eight inches inside her.
Mom rubbed her big tits in circles against my
chest as she slowly started to pump my cock with her
pussy. She stuck out her tongue and licked my face.
When I opened my mouth to kiss her, she plunged her
tongue into it. Mom was pumping hard now and constant-
ly telling me how good my big cock felt inside her.
"This is fucking, Alex. This is REALLY fucking,
baby! I love how your cock feels inside me, and I am
going to show you every way of fucking I know. You
will have no reason not to be confident after tonight,
my sweet son! I'm going to make you a fucking machine!
HA! The fucking machine and his slut-Mom! I love the
sound of that almost as much as I love the head of your
cock so deep inside me!"
Mom fucked and fucked and fucked me. Several
times she felt me getting ready to cum, but she made
a minor change each time and backed away from the
orgasm. Finally, she timed her orgasm to coincide
exactly with mine and we both exploded with a roar.
We both shouted, "AHHHHHH!" It was very loud.
The force of the mutual orgasm threw us both on the
floor. As we lay laughing, contorted into a twisted
ball of flesh on the cramped bathroom floor, I somehow
kept pumping Mom's pussy, and she fucked me right back.
I managed to turn her over into the missionary
position and fucked her harder than either of us
thought possible. All of a sudden, Mom's eyes got real
wide and she exploded in another big climax. We col-
lapsed on the floor, laughing and kissing lustily.
After a few minutes, Mom rolled me off of her
and got to her knees. I figured we were done (I knew
I was!), so I started to get up. Mom stopped me and
told me to kneel on my hands and knees facing away
from her. I didn't know what this was about, but I
did it.
Then, to my amazement, my Mom-slut began licking
the cheeks of my ass. Then the crack of my ass! Then
the rosebud of my anus, which sent an electric shock
through my whole body. When I thought it couldn't get
any better, she reached around me and began gently
jacking my cock again as she tenderly licked my rose-
bud.
Mom-slut told me this was called "rim," and only
the nastiest of sluts did it, and only for their
special men. As yet another climax built in my young
body, Mom dug her tongue deep into my asshole, jamming
it as far in as she could. Mom-slut fucked my virgin
ass with her tongue in perfect time with her jacking my
dick. I had another big explosion of cum, spraying the
bathroom floor. Mom-slut laughed lustily.
"Oh God, Mom...that was unbelievable!" I was
too stunned to speak.
Mom rolled over on her back, kinda alongside me,
and told me to "69" her. I dove into her pussy. I
felt her hand grab my weary cock and jam it in her
hungry throat. Soon she was sucking my cock like there
was no tomorrow.
I didn't really know how to eat pussy, but by
trial and error I learned that licking her clit excited
her immensely, and following that with clit-sucking
made her absolutely crazy. Mom exploded in my mouth,
her cries of ecstacy muffled by my big cock halfway
down her throat.
Mom was frantic now. She jumped up to a stand-
ing position, bent over sticking her ass in my face
and demanded, "Rim me, you delicious little mother-
fucker!" I tried my best to crawl up her ass and out
her throat. I drilled her asshole with my tongue like
it was a jack-hammer tearing up a street. Mom-slut was
laughing and crying tears of joy at the same time.
After about two minutes of hard-core rim, Mom
looked back at me and said throatily, "FUCK ME ALEX!"
Mom-slut bent over, supporting herself with her
hands on the edge of the bathtub. I stood behind her
and slid my massive cock easily into her juicy pussy.
Mom was so well-eaten and well-fucked that even my big
cock just sloshed around. Then Mom-slut reached back
with her hand and gently pulled my cock out of her
pussy. Before I had a chance to wonder what was next,
Mom-slut pressed the head of my swollen cock against
the rosebud of her ass.
I pressed forward, trying to force my slippery
cock into her asshole. Mom-slut begged for it! But I
couldn't get it in. Mom guided me back into her pussy
and told me to finger her asshole at the same time.
After a little while, I tried to buttfuck her again,
but no luck. My cock was just too big.
Finally, after a little of Mom-slut sucking my
cock, a little more rim for Mom, and a little more
sloshing around in her frothy pussy, I got just the
head of my dick inside her ass. The feeling was
incredible. It was hot, but dry. But it was also very
smooth. I tried to move my cock in and out, but Mom
told me not to take the head out. Then she really
motivated me. She said that, as a good slut, if I
fucked her ass real good, she would suck the shit and
cum off my dick when I was through.
That did it. I began to fuck her ass for real.
Mom moaned in pain, and I'm sure it hurt. If it hadn't
felt so damn good, it might have hurt me. Mom's ass-
hole was incredibly tight -- she later told me it had
been more than 10 years since my Dad last fucked her
in the ass. But eventually, the pussy juice and cum
from her snatch provided enough lubrication, and we
got down to some real serious ass-fucking. Mom had a
very quick, explosive climax. I kept fucking.
"Alex, baby...please quit. Mommy's gonna be
real sore!"
"Shut up, slut! I'm gonna fuck your pulsating
ass until I cum! And then you are gonna suck the shit
and cum off my cock, just like you promised...right?"
"Oh yeah! God I love it when you talk slutty
to me Alex! Fuck my ass! Fuck Mommy's hungry ass!
Fill me with your hot cum, baby!"
I continued to butt-fuck my Mother for several
more minutes. Finally, both Mom and I felt orgasms
building deep within us. We talked about the sen-
sations as they occurred, and exploded together in
another enormous climax. We collapsed on the floor
again, panting and laughing and smiling.
Then Mom-slut lowered her face to my lap and
spent about three minutes giving my exhausted cock a
thorough sucking. When she finished, I turned her
over, rimmed her, and sucked a little bit of my own
cum from her rectum into my mouth. I turned her over
again and we swapped my cum back and forth for several
minutes as we kissed. We both got hot again, and Mom
dropped down and gave me yet another miraculous blow-
job. Somehow, I squirted a little more cum into her
throat as she giggled with delight.
"HEY! Are you guys okay in there??" It was my
Dad! And he was right outside the freaking bathroom
door!!!! He must have heard us...he just must have!
And then, with the calmest, most professional-
sounding voice, Slut-Mom said, "Yes, honey...every-
thing's fine. Alex just got a little sick and I'm
helping him clean up. Don't come in, the place is a
mess."
"Is Alex okay?" The concern was evident in my
Dad's voice.
"He's fine, honey...he just had a little too
much to drink."
"Oh, okay. It had to happen sometime, I guess.
I never drank until I was in the Navy, but I guess kids
start everything younger nowadays. Well, you sure made
enough noise, Alex! Woke me up out of a sound sleep!
I hope you learned a good lesson tonight, kid."
I started to respond, but Mom knew I couldn't
speak properly, so she held up her hand to shush me.
"Oh, he sure did learn a good lesson tonight, honey!
I don't think he'll ever come home like this again."
"Okay, good. Well, if you've got everything in
hand, I'm going back to bed. Come up soon, hon," Dad
said. We soon heard Dad's feet on the stairs, going
back to his bedroom. He would have to address this
firmly. Can't have the kid drinking like that.
Especially now that he is driving a car.
"Okay, I will." Mom answered. She looked at
me sexily and took my mighty cock in her hand and
mouthed "everything in hand."
Mom-slut and Mother-fucker, as we now called
ourselves, sat on the bathroom floor and giggled a bit.
Then we talked quietly for a few minutes. Mom had only
one point to make -- if I ever came home fucked up like
this again, I would not only be grounded...I would be
cut off. Mom said we would have to have a long talk
about "us" over the weekend if we had a chance.
I said if we didn't find time during the weekend
we could talk on Monday afternoon. Dad would be at
work until 6:30 or 7:00 PM. I got home at 2:30 PM on
Monday's, and Mom got home right after 3:00 PM, so we
had plenty of time then.
"I don't think so, M.F.," Mom-slut said sweetly.
"That won't be a time for talking."
I didn't have to ask what she meant.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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