Cam Slut Mom 5

Cam Slut Mom, Ch. 5
by DirtyMindedMinx

We drove through the darkness of night in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. I stared out the side window at the passing shadows, thinking of nothing more profound than the semen of two different men that was slowly leaking out of my pussy and soaking my panties. I had no idea what was on Jesse’s mind.

Something was bothering him, but I wasn’t sure what. We’d gotten paid more than twice as much as we had expected for putting on a mother/son sex show in front of two of our town’s leading citizens. Jesse got to fuck me for the first time – something I discovered he’d been wanting to do for a longer time than I would have guessed. And, if that wasn’t enough, he also fucked Cherie, the mother of a former high school teammate and certified MILF. He had every reason to be happy, but I could feel his mood without having to look at him. I ran through the events of the night to see if I could find some clue to why he was upset.

I sat next to Keith on the luxurious entertainment loungers, the leather still warm from Cherie’s body. Cherie was on her back on the carpeted floor beneath my son as he prepared to mount her. All of us were naked by that point. Keith slowly stroked his stiff cock as he watched his wife about to be taken by my virile young man. I perfectly understood his perverse anticipation. I, too, stroked myself as I looked on. My son’s shoulders and triceps bulged enticingly as he held himself over his mature partner. I could only just see the thick length of his shaft for a moment as it descended between them and found its way into the wet embrace of another woman.

The burning jealousy I had expected didn’t materialize. I knew Jesse wanted this, had fantasized about it, and so I wanted him to have it. His body rose and his hips plunged. Cherie cried out in sublime agony. Yes, my son was making love to another woman right in front of me, but he was still all mine. I was secure in knowing that I would have him again, and what he had with me was more than what he could possibly have with anyone else. I slipped two fingers into my pussy, matching my strokes with Jesse’s thrusts and tricking myself into feeling like it was me he was fucking. God, he looked good.

“Your boy really knows how to handle a woman,” Keith said, reminding me he was there. “But I guess he had a good teacher.” He patted me on the knee and let his hand rest there.

“Was Cherie a good teacher for your son?” I leaned against him, wanting to feel naked skin against mine.

“She was at that. It’s a strange thing to admit, but I loved seeing my son fuck his mother. They tried to hide it from me at first, but I figured out something was going on pretty quick.” He chuckled. “Once it was out in the open, I’d find the two of them going at it all over the house just about any time of the day.”

Cherie was already changing position. Jesse had pulled out and she was turning over to get on her hands and knees. I met his eyes and he gave me a sheepish grin before plugging his cock back into Mrs. Sheppard’s voracious cunt.

“And all you ever did was watch them?” I asked, bringing my hand up to fondle one of my tits.

“At first.” His sweaty palm moved from my knee and up along my thigh. “Cherie wanted us both at the same time one night, and so we started having threesomes together after that.” I spread my legs a little wider as his hand got close. He recognized the invitation and gently caressed my moistened pussy lips with one of his baby-soft, well-manicured fingers. “The old girl liked that a lot.”

“I’m sure she did.”

Cherie was looking at us with a salacious grin as Jesse pounded her from behind. Each time he slammed himself home, her whole body jolted. Cherie’s boobs looked even bigger as they dangled beneath her, swaying lewdly with each shock of my son’s cock forcefully penetrating her.

“You and your son must have liked it, too,” I continued, hoping he would put his finger inside me soon.

“We did.” I could almost see his memories playing across his face. “We sure did.” His finger entered me and a happy shiver raced up my spine. “I also learned a thing or two.”

“Like what?” I was only half listening to him as I pushed myself down, taking his finger in deeper while I watched his wife drop to her elbows to better brace herself against the vigorous fucking she was being treated to by my boy.”

“For one, I learned that Jeremy is what they call bisexual.” He withdrew his finger much to my disappointment. “One night we were all going at it like any other night, and next thing I know my son is sucking away on my pecker. I’d never seen his mother so fired up before, and it felt alright to me, so I let him go ahead with it.” He gave me a measuring glance. “I hope that doesn’t put you off.”

Cherie was switching it up again. She got Jesse on his back, then squatted over his face. He didn’t hesitate for a moment and went right at her pussy with gusto, licking and sucking her up, down, and sideways.

“Put me off? Just the opposite. I find it very arousing when a man is secure enough to enjoy sexual pleasure from another man. It was very open-minded of you to let your son suck your cock like that.”

“I never did anything with a guy before that, but once it was happening it suddenly wasn’t a big deal for me anymore.” His finger moved lower, wiggled into the crease of my butt, and found my asshole. Very nice. “After a time, I gave it a try myself.”

“You gave your son a blowjob?”

“I did.” Keith’s finger, wet with pussy juice, circled my anus, teasing me. “It wasn’t my thing at first, but I got to where I liked it pretty good. Jeremy’s prick isn’t as big as your boy’s there, so I got to where I could just about swallow the whole thing down.”

“Cherie must have loved watching her men suck each other off.”

“Drove her wild every time.” He pushed the tip of his finger into my asshole. “We even got so we did it sometimes when she wasn’t around.”

“It must have been a nice bonding experience for the two of you.” His fingertip felt good, but I had a fierce need for something bigger than one of my fingers in my pussy. My hand went back to my neglected clit, only intensifying rather than relieving my growing arousal. “Did you ever take it further?” I wrapped my free hand around his hard-on as I watched his wife lower herself onto my son’s cock reverse-cowgirl style. “Did you and your son ever fuck?”

His finger was still in my asshole, and he didn’t answer. I assumed he was distracted by the same lascivious sight as I was. Cherie rode Jesse’s cock like a pro, his thickness stretching her pussy tight. He put his hands on her ass, spreading her full cheeks apart. Damn, that woman even had a classy looking asshole.

“In case you’re wondering,” Keith finally spoke up, “Cherie wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come sit on my lap for a bit.”

It wasn’t a difficult decision for me. Seconds later I was straddling him and guiding his cock into my pussy. I was well lubricated with my own juices as well as Jesse’s spunk, so he slid into me with almost no resistance. Cherie looked over her shoulder just in time to see Keith’s hard prick disappear inside me. It had been a long while since I’d fucked another woman’s husband while she watched. It felt just as good now as it did then.

“Does your wife let you fuck a lot of other women in front of her?”

“She’s brought a few home for us to play with over the years.” His hands settled firmly on my hips, pulling me down on his cock as far as I could go. “Anniversaries and birthdays, mostly. Her sister a few times.”

“Your wife lets you fuck her sister?” I’d heard him well enough the first time, but it gave me a nasty thrill to hear about the depravity these pillars of the community indulged in on a seemingly regular basis.

“It was her idea from the start, but I never put up a fight. Her little sister is even hotter than Cherie if you can believe it.” Her reached around and fondled one of my saggy tits, reminding me of how less-than-hot I was. “But don’t tell her I said that.”

His cock felt good as I worked myself up and down on it, but he couldn’t fill me up the way that Jesse had when he was inside me. I was hoping that my boy wouldn’t be too worn out after all this to fuck me again when we got home. I had the frightening sense that I was going to want him between my legs every day from now on. I hadn’t become obsessive about a guy since I was a teenager, and I didn’t like myself when I got like that. I didn’t know how long this strange affair might last with my son, but as long as he wanted me, I was his.

Cherie spun around on Jesse’s cock so that she was facing me. I leaned to the left, allowing Keith to get a good view of his wife impaling her cunt on my son’s big cock. Cherie hungrily watched her husband’s prick disappear again and again inside me as a mixed stew of sex juices drooled out of my pussy and ran down over his balls. From the immodest sounds she had been making throughout, I was sure she’d had at least two orgasms so far and was close to a third. I began rubbing my clit as I fucked Keith’s uncut cock in an attempt to hasten my next climax.

“Come on, baby, make Mother cum,” Cherie moaned, closing her eyes. I didn’t like that she was calling herself mother while she fucked my boy, but at the same time I understood that she was thinking of Jeremy. “Mother’s pussy loves you…Mother’s pussy loves her baby’s cock.” She leaned down and smothered Jesse’s face with one of her pillowy tits. “Suck my milk, baby.”

Wow, she was into this mommy thing deeper than I would have guessed. I can’t deny that the conflation of my maternal feelings for Jesse and my carnal desire for him was a potent aspect of what made sex with him more exciting than any other man I’d been with, but Cherie seemed to be embracing it on a whole other level. I was creeped out and a little bit envious at the same time. Even so, I was more than happy to enjoy the sight of my son suckling those gorgeous tits while I rode a hard cock and worked my stiff clit toward what promised to be a fantastic orgasm.

Jesse grabbed Mrs. Sheppard’s ass with both hands and thrust upward, lifting her off the floor with him.

“Oh, yes, cum inside me! Fill me up, baby. There you go, give Mother all your nasty sperm. Empty yourself into Mother’s loving cunt.”

Seeing his wife orgasming yet again on Jesse’s cock while begging him for his cum must have done it for Keith. His fingers dug into my hips and he grunted helplessly as he unloaded his cock into me. Cherie looked up at me and blew a stray hair out of her face. We exchanged knowing smiles, acknowledging that we each had a pussy full of cum that by society’s rules shouldn’t be there. She continued to watch as I brought myself off through a combination of rubbing my hard clit and riding her husband’s prick.

After everyone had a chance to catch their breath, Cherie slowly lifted herself off of my son’s spent but unflagging cock.

“Sweetheart,” she purred, looking meaningfully at her husband. “I could use some help cleaning up.” She then lounged back on the floor, opening her legs suggestively. Her tummy flexed and a small blog of Jesse’s cum appeared at the threshold of her vagina.

“Of course, my dear.” Keith moved me aside unceremoniously, slid off the chair onto his hands and knees and crawled to his wife’s used cunt like an obedient hound. After sniffing between her legs for a moment, he began lapping at her cum-soiled pussy. I found the whole thing to be a somewhat pathetic display, but at the same time I couldn’t deny that it was repulsively hot in its own way.

Jesse slowly made his way up next to me. He toyed with his cock absently while he watched another man suck his jizz out of the woman he’d just fucked. I was hoping he’d touch me, but he kept his hands to himself.

“Think we can get out of her now?” he asked in a whisper.

“Wait until she cums one more time, then I think we should be good to go.”

Cherie had another screaming orgasm while grinding her crotch in her husband’s face. Jesse and I began getting dressed and were glad not to hear any protests. Keith fetched us a neat little stack of twenty crisp new hundred-dollar bills from somewhere. His limp cock was shiny with the drying juices from my pussy.

As we said our goodbyes, Cherie was still on the floor languidly fingering herself. It was obvious that she’d be demanding further satisfaction from her husband after we were gone. It had been a worthwhile encounter, both financially and otherwise, but Jesse and I were happy to be out of there.

We were halfway home and he hadn’t said a word to me. I gave up trying to figure out what was bothering him and decided that if he wanted me to know that he’d tell me. I was too tired to ask and deal with the argument it would most likely cause. He turned off the road onto a dirt track. I had no idea where we were going, but knew I’d find out soon enough.

Tree branches scraped at the sides of the truck as we worked through the mud and ruts that only a 4-wheel-drive vehicle could navigate. Suddenly, the thick forest gave way to a grassy slope that led down to the lake. I’d never seen it from this side before. The bright reflection of the moon rippled on the surface both cold and inviting. Jesse reached behind my seat, retrieved a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels stashed there, and got out of the truck. He went and sat down on the grass and took a long swig. I gave him a moment before I got out and joined him.

He handed me the bottle as I sat down. I took a slug, enjoying the familiar burn. It was a few minutes before he spoke.

“This is where I lost my virginity,” he confided. “Jenny Sullivan.” Another drink. “She barely moved, didn’t make a sound, but I’d finally fucked a pussy for the first time. When I got home, you were passed out face down on the hallway floor. I lifted up your skirt, that tight denim one you always wore, and pulled down your panties. I rubbed my cock on your ass and stuck two fingers in your pussy. For some reason you were always really wet down there when you were passed out.”

It wasn’t easy for me to hear this, but I let him talk.

“You started moving around and moaning. You’d do that sometimes. I jerked off while I fingered you, then came all over your ass.” He turned to me with a strange look in his eye. “I came harder playing with you like that than I did fucking Jenny.” He chuckled, shook his head, and downed another swig before holding out the bottle to me.

I had another swallow, not knowing how to respond to what he’d said.

“I’m sorry, Jesse. I…”

“Don’t, Mom. It is what it is. You’re fucked up. I’m fucked up. At least we’re fucked up together, right?”

“That’s something, I guess.”

He stared out across the quietness of the lake. “You have fun tonight?”

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be,” I hedged. “I liked what you and me did together. When this all started, I never planned on us going that far with each other, but I’m glad it happened. It felt really good to have you inside me, Jesse. I know that’s not something a mom should ever say to her son, but it’s true.”

“What about Keith? Did it feel good to have him inside you?”

Ah, there it was. I should have been able to figure that out on my own.

“It wasn’t like with you. It was just a cock, like any other.”

“You’ve had a lot of cocks, haven’t you, Mom?”

“What do you want me to say, Jesse? You know I have. Your mom is a drunken slut. Is that what you want to hear?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” He took a long pull on the bottle, then lay back, looking up at the stars. “I hated that you were like that, but I also got off on it. I would lie in your bed sometimes while you were out and jerk off thinking about what you might be doing. Sucking a guy off in the stall of a men’s room? Humping some dude in his truck in the parking lot? Gang banging a bunch of guys on a table in the middle of the bar? It was like my resentment gave me permission to abuse you – like you deserved it for the way you acted. I felt like a scumbag most of the time afterward, but it didn’t stop me from doing it again the next time you’d come home and pass out. In a weird way, I always kinda hoped you’d wake up and catch me in the middle of doing it. Don’t know…”

“I probably should be mad at you about doing all that to me, but I’m not.” I settled back next to him, wanting to touch him but not yet daring. “In a way I suppose I deserved it. I can’t really blame you.”

“You should.” Her turned on his side and put his hand on my tummy, giving me goosebumps. “But the thing is, back then thinking of you getting used by other guys got me hard. Now…now it’s different.”

“Different how?”

“I don’t want you fucking other guys any more, Mom.” His hand moved down to my crotch. “Did you mean it when you said your pussy belonged to me?”

“Yes.” I could barely breathe all of the sudden.

He squeezed me through my jeans. “Then the only cock I want in this pussy from now on is mine.” He looked straight into my eyes and it was clear how serious he was. “Understand?”

I nodded. “Yes. Your cock is all I need, Jesse. It’s all I want.” I surprised myself with this declaration, especially because I knew in my core that it was true. I was more than happy to be a slut for my son’s cock, even if it meant not fucking another man for the rest of my life.

“What do you want right now, Mom?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “I want you to fuck me,” I said in a breathy rush verging on a sob. “But first, I want you to kiss me.”

He leaned down and did just that. As our kiss became increasingly passionate, his hand worked my pants open. I helped him pull my jeans down as quickly as I could. There was an urgent need to have him inside me.

“Fuck me, Jesse! Your mother needs your cock – only yours. I want you in my pussy.”

He rolled on top of me and with a single hard thrust he was in. Right back where he started.

“There it is, Mom! You like that? You like having your son’s cock deep in your whore cunt?”

“Yes! I love it. I love being your whore, Jesse. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!”

Contrary to my frenzied pleas, he did just the opposite. After that first punishing thrust, he drew back and pushed himself into me nice and slow. He was feeling every inch of himself as he penetrated me. His ragged breath was strong with whiskey. I clumsily worked open the buttons of my blouse with one hand as my son gently worked his cock in and out of my pussy. I gripped my son tight between my legs. As soon as my tits were exposed, he latched onto one of my nipples and began suckling. I ran my fingers through his hair, keeping his face pressed to my chest.

“You like fucking your slut mommy, don’t you?” I whispered. My skin tingled when he nodded and grunted his affirmation. “I’ve had so many cocks in my pussy, I’ve lost count.” He thrust himself into me to the hilt upon hearing that. “I’d spread my legs for any man willing to buy me a drink. Your mother isn’t just a whore, baby, she’s a cheap whore.”

I felt his teeth sink into my nipple. The pain felt good. He rammed his cock home, then held it deep inside me for a few moments before giving it to me again a little harder. I had fucked a lot of guys in my time, but never had I given myself over to one of them so completely as I did with my son. Even with his daddy I always held a little something back. Not with Jesse. I was powerless to deny him anything, whether it was my body or my whole self – he truly did own me. I was his and would never be anyone else’s.

“I gave my pussy away to anyone who wanted it, Jesse, but now it’s yours. Only for you. Your cock is all I want from now on. My pussy is all yours.”

“And what about your ass, Mom?” he growled as he gave me another punishing thrust.

“My ass?”

He pulled out suddenly and rolled me over in the grass. I was once again taken with how strong he was. Even if I didn’t willingly give him my pussy, there was no doubt he could take it whether I wanted him to or not.

Jesse roughly spread my ass cheeks open and spit. His warm saliva oozed down over my asshole and I knew what was coming. I’d taken it in the ass on many occasions, but rarely because it was something I wanted. As I felt the head of my son’s cock circling my anus, I couldn’t wait to feel him enter me. For the first time in my life I was actually eager to be assfucked.

“You want to put your cock in my ass, baby?”

“I never been with a chick slutty enough to let me bang her asshole.” He pressed his cock against the spot he wanted.

“You’re with Mommy now. I’m your slut.” I pushed myself back against his probing hard-on. “You can have my asshole whenever you want it.”

I relaxed myself and his spit-slicked cockhead popped into me. There it was – nice! I grabbed at fistfuls of grass as he pushed his thick cock into me.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he blurted out and kept pushing. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long.”

“Is it as good as you thought it would be?”

“Better.” He eased himself forward as far as he could go. “You want me to cum in your ass, Mom?”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Fuck Mommy’s asshole good. Fill my ass with your cum, baby!”

He pulled back and I heard him spitting again. His cock slipped back into me with almost no resistance. It was uncomfortable, but there was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to have my son behind me living out his fantasy of fucking my asshole. I’d barely come to terms with the reality that earlier that same night I had consciously made love to him for the first time, and already I had him in my ass. I regretted all the lonely years I’d suffered through. If I’d only known my boy wanted me, we could have been together like this ages ago. All I could do now was try to make up for lost time.

Jesse pushed himself to the root and slowly drew back. His hands pushed my cheeks apart and I assumed he was intently watching his stiff prick gradually disappear into his mother’s asshole by the thin light of the moon. I hadn’t been able to give him much growing up, but at least I could give him this. It felt good knowing I was finally able to make my son happy.

“You like that, Mom? You like getting fucked in the asshole by my cock?”

“I love it, Jesse. Your cock feels so big in my ass, but I love it. I fucking love it.”

The earthy smell of the ground filled my senses as he pushed my face into the grass. I normally hated it when a man got rough and manhandled me, but Jesse could do whatever he wanted with me. I owed him that much at least.

“I’m gonna to make you scream,” he said in a menacing voice. He pulled most of the way out, grabbed a handful of my hair, and slammed into me hard.

“Ahhh! Do it, baby. Fuck my ass.” It hurt, but not in an entirely bad way. “Fuck my asshole as hard as you want!”

He took me at my word and began pounding into me. Every dozen strokes or so he would spit down onto his pistoning cock to provide a minimal amount of lube for what he was doing. This was mixed with an occasional yank on my hair, pulling my head back and eliciting a cry of gratified suffering. My body jolted with each forceful thrust. His strong hand gripped my shoulder, giving him the leverage he needed to give it to me as hard as he was. I was having trouble getting my breath, but that didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that my boy got what he needed. And right then he needed my ass.

“Give it to me!” I cried out. “Fill Mommy’s ass with cum! Fuck my asshole!” Despite my words being somewhat strangled, the way his efforts intensified let me know he understood everything. He was giving me the reaming of my life, and I didn’t want it to end.

His fingers dug painfully into my flesh, and his cock felt like he was ripping me open. Tears flowed across the bridge of my nose and fell into the dew-moistened soil. I screamed.

Jesse slapped my ass hard. “That’s right, you fucking slut, take it! Take my cock in your ass like the whore you are!”

There was more screaming. Most of it was mine, but some of it was his. My world was becoming swimmy and disjointed. I realized I couldn’t take any more and I was about to pass out. I drew in a breath for one last scream when the pounding suddenly stopped.

Jesse was buried as far in my ass as he could humanly go, every muscle in his body tensed. There was a moment of perfect silence, then a guttural yell of passionate release that echoed across the still waters of the lake. As the reverberations of his animal cry faded, he relaxed. His fingers became loose, his touch soft. The pain subsided as if it never existed. I couldn’t feel it, but I knew my son’s cum was deep inside me. A profound tranquility settled over me. Not even the nagging sting of the mosquito on my arm could stir me to move. I just wanted to stay there with my face in the grass and my boy’s cock in my ass for as long as I could.

I felt Jesse’s lips touch the back of my neck. It was the softest, most loving kiss I had ever known.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The next morning, I woke up in my son’s bed. When he got me home, he took me straight to his room and fucked my pussy again. A few hours later, I was awakened by his cock sliding into me from the side. He quickly blew his load, then rolled over, leaving me to finish myself with my fingers. And I did so without the least bit of bitterness – it felt wonderful masturbating with his warm body slumbering next to me.

His back was still to me when I awoke. I lay there caressing his ass, tickling a finger along the length of his butt crack. I was hoping he’d wake up and give me a good-morning fuck, but he was out cold. As I headed for the shower I could feel crusted cum on the insides of my thighs, with more oozing out of my pussy and ass with each step I took. I loved it.

The hot water woke up all the parts of me that were still asleep. After drying off I went to my room, but instead of getting dressed I turned on the computer. Due to some sort of cosmic miracle the thing booted up successfully on the first go. Even after all the fucking and sucking I’d done the day before, I was still horny. And just because we had enough now to catch up on most of our bills, we still needed money.

I logged in, waited until I had a few early-morning masturbators assembled in my virtual lobby, then began playing with myself. I angled the camera down, spread my legs wide, and fingered myself. I was less worried about putting on a decent show than I was making myself feel good. As I traced soft circles around my clit, I closed my eyes and replayed the images of yesterday in my mind. Cherie and Keith were a fun couple, and it was hard to believe that a classy pair like that had fucked around with their own son, but my thoughts kept returning to Jesse. As strange as it may sound, I think I was falling in love with him.

Remembering the way it felt when he first entered me, and then last night when he took my ass, I was moaning my way through a fantastic orgasm in no time. I could hear the ka-chings coming from the computer, but I didn’t bother counting them like I normally did. It was just money now, not the difference between keeping my house and being out on the streets.

I teased my pussy and wondered if we had any booze around.

“Keep the noise down,” I heard from behind me. “It sounds like a fucking whorehouse around here.” Jesse was standing in my doorway rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Is that morning wood, or are you just happy to see me?”

“Both.” He came to me, leaned down and kissed my lips. His breath was sour, but it didn’t bother me in the least. I took hold of his cock. “Blowjob?”

“How ‘bout you set up a room and we give ‘em a real show?”

It seemed silly that my hands were trembling as I quickly did as he suggested. “All set.”

“Get my cock wet with your mouth, then turn around and bend over.”

I spit on his cock, sucked him as deep as I could a few times, and spit again. I stood, leaned against the chair and bent over in front of the camera. The usual cast of characters had paid to see the show, plus a few new customers. PowerCouple69 wasn’t there, but BeaverMan415 was in attendance. Was that friggin’ guy online and jerking off around the clock?

Jesse caressed my pussy lips with his cock, adding more natural lube to the head. He homed in on my opening and with a confident thrust he was once again inside me. I suddenly felt whole again, complete. My son had always been a part of me, but I never fully understood what that truly meant. To have him back inside of me was to reawaken every instinct I had as a mother and a woman in one integrated sense of being. Fucked up, I know, but that’s where my head was at as my boy pounded his cock into my dripping wet cunt.

My sagging tits flapped loosely each time my son drove his cock into me. If I was with anyone else I’d have the decency to be embarrassed about all my stuff hanging down and flopping around like that, but with Jesse I was able to relax and enjoy the carnal sensations without being self-conscious about anything. He knew who I was and what my body had been through, and he chose to be with me like this anyway. Yes, Cherie’s nipped and tucked body might be better to look at, but mine was better to fuck.

Jesse spread my ass cheeks and spit. His saliva landed near my asshole and he used his thumb to smear it all across his intended target. Goosebumps rose across my back.

“Did you like getting fucked in the ass last night, Mom?”

“Mmm, yes. I loved it.”

“Yeah, I noticed you didn’t have any problems takin’ it in the shitter.” He shoved his thumb in my asshole. “You musta had a lotta cocks up your ass over the years to take it so easy.”

“I have,” I confessed, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. “I’m a fucking slut, baby. A slut who likes to get fucked in the ass by any man who wants it.”

“My mother is the biggest whore I’ve ever fuckin’ known.” He began pounding me harder, the fingers of one hand gripping my hip while he screwed his thumb around in my butthole as deeply as he could manage. I flexed my muscles, clasping onto his cock and thumb as tight as I could. “Oh, fuck, yeah. You want it, don’t you?”

“I want it,” I panted. “I want your cock, Jesse. I want you to fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me!” I came fast and hard. It came on so quickly I almost didn’t have any warning. It was amazing the effect he could have on me. No other man ever made me feel that way, and it was strikingly obvious that no man ever could.

“That’s it, cum all over my cock, bitch! You know you love it! Fuck my cock!” Jesse rode me hard as he pumped me full of cum. The choked noises of satisfaction he made as he poured his orgasm into me gave me a sense of misplaced accomplishment that I nonetheless clung to.

He pulled his thumb out and slapped my ass. “Great way to start the day off, Mom.” He drew his cock out, leaving me achingly empty. “Thanks for the wake up fuck.”

I sat down at the computer feeling a bit lightheaded as he strode out toward the bathroom. I was happy to see that we had raked in close to our highest total to date for a single show. Not bad for an impromptu early morning performance with no foreplay. I began working the crowd, trying to wheedle a few more bucks out of them before they all left, and that’s when I noticed BeaverMan was gone. He had apparently left in the middle of our first online mother/son fuck session? Odd. Maybe he was upset that he didn’t get to goad us into it with bribes. Whatever, no time to worry about that twisted loser now.

By the time I logged off I’d gotten our total up above our previous best. I headed to the kitchen for coffee. Jesse looked up from his bowl of cereal as I put the kettle on the stove.

“So, what’s this now? Are we nudists or something?”

I hadn’t bothered putting anything on after the show. I turned around and leaned against the counter, folding my arms in a way that boosted my boobs up and made them look bigger.

“You have something against seeing tits and pussy whenever you want?”

“No, but you should wear clothes once in a while so I have something to rip off of you before I fuck your brains out.”

“Hmm, my son the romantic.”

“Let me see it,” he demanded.

I bent my knees and pulled my outer lips apart knowing what he wanted without thinking twice about it. I had pushed most of his creampie out of me on-camera for the guys, but there was still a little of his cum glistening around my fuck hole.

“Damn, that looks good.” His eyes stayed fixed on my open pussy as he scooped a spoonful of Frosted Flakes into his mouth. “That’s one fine looking cunt you got there, Mom.” He licked his lips. “You got some cum leaking out.”

“I know.” I released my pussy and took the whistling kettle off. “I like the way it feels when it seeps out and runs down my thigh.” I sat down at the table and mixed up my cup of instant coffee.

“Fuck, we should have gotten together like this years ago,” he said, echoing my own thoughts on the subject. He got up and put his bowl in the sink, leaving it for me to wash. “Before I hit the shower, how about you suck my balls for me.” He pulled down his boxers and brandished his nutsack in my direction.

I sipped my coffee, put my cup down, then motioned him over. He pressed his cock against my face and I sucked one of his balls into my mouth. As I licked and sucked, he began jacking off. I lovingly fondled his scrotum with my tongue for almost two minutes before I felt his semen spilling onto my forehead.

“Mmm, nice one, Mom.” He leaned down and kissed me on top of the head, his hand dropping down to give one of my tits a quick grope. “Yeah, I guess I can get used to this nudist thing of yours.”

Once he’d left, I scooped the jizz from my face and let it drool off my fingers into my coffee. I stirred and took a sip. Tasty. I wondered if Starbucks would be interested in a new flavor suggestion as I took another long sip.

The next night we were watching a movie and working our way through a 12-pack of Coors. Now that we had some money we could afford the good stuff. I had been wearing a pair of sweats and a blue halter top when Jesse got home, but he had me take those off, leaving me in just a pair of plain, white panties with a small wet spot at the center of the gusset. His phone buzzed. He checked it and smiled.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“Mrs. Sheppard. She sent me a close-up pic of her pussy.” He turned the screen toward me to prove it. Yup, that was Cherie’s twat, alright. “She wants me to come over and fuck her.”

I felt a little jab in my gut. “You going?”

“Thinkin’ about it.”

“Her husband is going to want to watch.”

He shrugged. “As long as he doesn’t try anything with me.” He was texting something back to her. “Wanna come?”

“Was I invited?”

“No. You could suck my cock on the ride over. Make sure I’m good and hard, then wait in the truck for me while I go inside and bang the shit out of her.”

“Boy, you really know how to treat a girl,” I grumbled sarcastically. “No thanks.”

“Or I could just stay home and fuck all your holes for you, Mom.”

“I can fuck my own holes whenever I want. Don’t need you for that.” I hated the way he grinned knowing that I’d much rather have his cock than anything else in the world. “You should go do her, maybe make a few more bucks.”

“You just want to pimp me out, is that it?” He stood up, buckling his belt and running his fingers through his hair. That was the extent of his grooming efforts for his evening out.

“Pick up a bottle of vodka on the way home. I’ll need something to wash my mouth out with after I suck that bitch’s cum off your cock.

His leering expression made it obvious that he liked the sound of that. Jesse came over to me, kissed me roughly on the lips and shoved his hand down the front of my panties. Two fingers plunged into my cunt for a moment. They were gone before I could really begin to enjoy them. He sniffed his fingers.

“Love you, Mom.” He sucked my wetness from his fingers and headed out.

Soon as he was gone I fucked myself to a quick orgasm calling out his name over and over again as I did. I couldn’t wait for him to come home to me and give me his cock smelling of another woman.

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I stood in what passed for our front yard staring at the weeds choking what used to be flower beds. Dry brown grass crunched underfoot as I walked around looking to see if we still had a garden hose somewhere. There were a couple patches of green here and there; maybe I could bring our dead lawn back to life.

It was strange to think back to those early days. I was a newlywed, pregnant with Jesse in my belly. My new husband loved me like crazy. I had a house that was all my own. I was in love, and free, and on my way to becoming a momma. Life was all possibilities. The partying, and drinking, and slutting around were behind me, or so I had thought. I decorated the house like a good little wife, and spent hours on my knees in the dirt planting flowers, shrubs, and even a couple trees. Everything was going to be happily ever after. What a silly fool I was.

I got down on my knees and pulled up some weeds. It looked like I was going to make a silly fool out of myself again.

I was dirty and sweating by the time I heard a car crunching along our gravel driveway. My heart leapt thinking that Jesse had come home early from his new job at the lumber yard. Even though we’d fucked that morning before he went to work, I was hoping he’d be horny enough to take me from behind right there in the front yard. When I turned I saw a black Cadillac Escalade that I didn’t recognize.

The engine cut off. The windows were tinted and I couldn’t see who was inside. No one got out. I stood, shading my eyes with a soil-covered hand, trying to peer through the dark windows. I couldn’t help thinking that it looked like one of those scary government vehicles the FBI or the Secret Service always drove in the movies. I started to get worried and thought about getting inside and locking the door.

Before I could, a man in sunglasses stepped out. He was in his forties, wearing a light-colored suit with shoes as black and as shiny as his Cadillac. His sandy blond hair was slicked back. A class ring with a red stone glinted on his right hand. I felt my gut begin to knot.

A smile came and went. It was a nervous smile: not friendly, but familiar.

“Hey, Darlene…” He took a few steps toward me, but stopped. He took off his sunglasses. I didn’t need to see his eyes; the sound of his voice confirmed what I had feared. “Been a while.”

“What do you want, Austin?” The chill in my voice was enough to freeze a fifth of Kentucky whiskey.

“I ain’t quite sure, to tell the truth.” He looked over my shoulder at the house as if trying to remember what it looked like all those years ago when he first carried me across the threshold. “Jesse around?”

“Get the fuck out of here, you piece of shit bastard. Right now!”

“Now, don’t be like that. I only came to talk.”

“Time for talking is long over. I gave you plenty of chances to make things right, but you up and walked off. Instead of talking you left me. You left your son.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from letting any tears fall. I wasn’t going to give the son of a bitch the satisfaction. “Just because you come rolling up here in that fancy car, wearing a suit, all full of yourself don’t mean I gotta listen to shit all you got to say!”

“I don’t blame you for being mad at me.” He took another step toward me not knowing that if he got any closer I was going to kick him in the goddamn balls. “I suppose I came out here to apologize for something.”

I crossed my arms. “Last thing I need is a bunch of empty sorrys from you.” Despite my words, I actually wouldn’t have minded hearing an apology from him for once.

“See, I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and I got to feeling pretty guilty about what I done to you…and Jesse.”

“Don’t bother.” I turned my head and spit. “You leavin’ was the best thing ever happened to us.”

“I’m not talking about me leaving all those years back.” He looked around not wanting to meet my eye. His foot kicked at a clod of dirt, messing up his pretty shoe shine. “I didn’t mean for it to go so far as it did.”

“What the fuck are you going on about?”

“You see, I was just angry at first. I thought it was only with you, but now I suppose I was also angry with myself some, too. I wanted to find a way to hurt you. To punish you for what you was doing. I had no right to do you like that.”

“If you don’t make yourself plain in the next three seconds, I’m goin’ inside, gettin’ the shotgun, and if you’re still here when I come back I’m gonna use it.”

“I didn’t think it’d go as far as it did.” There was real anguish in his eyes that I tried not to let get to me. After all these years of hating him, that man still had a way of getting at my heart. “I had to come see you to see if there was a way I could make it up to you, or if maybe me and you could…” His voice caught in his throat.

“I’m goin’ to fetch gun now.” I turned and headed for the door. “Better git!”

“Darla,” he was the only one called me that, “I’m him. On the computer.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, not daring to turn to face him.

“BeaverMan four-one-five.” My voice was low and tight. “Four-fifteen, you remember? I never could wait till four-twenty.” A humorless chuckle followed. “I’m not proud of it, Darla. I saw you doing those things in front of the camera, acting like a whore for everyone to see, and it pissed me off. Pissed me off real bad.”

“It was you all along.”

“I didn’t think anything would come of it, but then you…you took the money to do that stuff.”

“That was your son, you sick fuck.”

“Our son, Darla. I only suggested it, but you’re the one did it.”

“You knew I was desperate. That I’d do anything for the money to protect my family. The family that you abandoned.”

“And you really think you were protecting your son by swallowing his cock?”

Something snapped in my head. I spun and charged at him. I clawed for his eyes, but he grabbed both my wrists before I could. I tried to kick him in his shriveled balls, but he turned me around, crossing my arms over my chest, and pulled me tight against his body. I hated him with a white hot passion. I hated his good-looking face, hated his nice-smelling cologne, and hated his strong arms wrapped around me again like when we horsed around all those years ago.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I know you was only looking out for the two of you, and I took advantage of that. I wanted to hurt you at first, but then I got to feeling bad, and…I guess I got to missing you.”

I tried to drive my heel into his bad knee, the one he hurt playing football in high school, but I couldn’t reach. “Fuck you! Let me go!”

“I screwed up, Darla. Back then and now. But I want to make it up to you. And Jesse. I’m doing real good for myself now, and I can take care of you. Despite what I done, I’m a better man than I was when I went away all them years back. I can make you happy, Darla. I swear I can.”

He eased up, letting go of my wrists. I stepped away and turned to face him. There was a part of me that had been wanting to hear this from him for so many years. That part was the stupid girl I once was and would never allow myself to be again. I didn’t have my shit together by a long shot, but there was no way I was going to let myself fall for his bullshit again.

“So you got all this started,” I said in a voice that sounded much calmer than I felt, “and now you come here thinking you can say sorry and I’m going to take you back like nothing happened? You are even stupider than I gave you credit for.” I wished I had something to throw at him. “What happened? You see Jesse and me fucking the other morning on the computer and get jealous? Did it piss you off that your boy has a bigger cock than his good-for-nothin’ daddy? Or that your old lady cums better fucking your son that I ever did with you?”

I was satisfying to see how my words stung him. Guess I managed to hit a few nerves.

“I get that there’s a lot for you to be angry about, and I can’t blame you for that. But when you think about it clearly, you’re still not in a good spot when it comes to the house and money.”

“Jesse’s workin’ now, so we’ll be just fine.”

“For now. What happens when he shows up for work hungover and gets fired? What happens when people stop paying to see the two of you screw on the computer? And the Sheppards are going to get bored with you two after a while. You can’t depend on them forever.”

“What the fuck do you know about the Sheppards?” I took a step back, ready to go for the shotgun for real.

“Oh…yeah, that. Well…” He realized too late that he’d said too much. “Okay, I should have told you about that right off. I messed around with them a while ago. Cherie picked me up at a bar one night and brought me home. This was before they was big shots. Keith watched me and her go at it, then we both did her at the same time. It was a long time back.”

“While we were still married?”

The way he avoided answering the question told me what I needed to know. “Me and Keith kept in touch over the years, he’s the one got me started in commercial real estate and all. He’d send some business my way now and again over the years. Anyway, when I saw you on the computer, I told him about it. He always had a thing for you. Asked all the time for me to bring you along when we’d get together. Said Cherie wanted you more than he did.”

“You fucker,” I hissed.

“Hey, c’mon, you made out alright. Didn’t you?” He cleared his throat and tried his pitch again. “Maybe you got caught up on some bills, but that ain’t going to last. I’m doing real good now and I can take care of you.”

“And this time it’s gonna last?”

“It’ll take some time to work things out, but I believe it can.”

“Let me get this straight. You want us to all get together like a happy family so you can sit around and jerk off watching your son fuck your wife?”

“No, it’s not like that–”

“What’s it like, then? You want me to watch him fuck you? You want to suck your son’s cock? That it?”

“No! I said I was sorry about that, and I meant it.”

“Were you sorry when you were watching your son cum in my mouth? Were you sorry as you jacked off your little cock while Jesse ate my cunt? Yeah, I bet you were so sorry when you saw how good your boy fucked me that you blew your pathetic load all over yourself.”

“Darla, I…”

“I’m not your fucking Darla.” I marched across the space between us and shoved him. “I’m not your anything anymore or ever.” Another shove pushed him back a couple steps. “It might have been all fun and revenge for you, but it was something real for me. For me and my son.” I could have gotten a shot in at his balls, but I didn’t bother wasting the effort. “You didn’t need to come here to apologize. Matter of fact, I should have tracked you down to thank you. You thought you were fucking with us, but it turns out that it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I’m happier now that I’ve ever been, with you or anybody. I love Jesse more than the whole world, and he loves me back in a way no one else can. I don’t care that he’s my son, or that it all started as a sick joke from a sick fuck like you. We’re together now, and he fucks me better than I deserve, and that’s all that matters.”

I was out of breath and the tears were suddenly falling fast.

Austin looked at me for a long while with those sad eyes of his. There were wrinkles there at the corners that hadn’t been when last I saw him. He nodded, slowly put his sunglasses back on, and rubbed his chin in that way he did when he knew he was beat.

“If you change your mind…”

I didn’t dignify his proposition with an answer.

“Good seeing you again, Darlene. Take care of yourself. Tell Jesse…” he trailed off, apparently at a loss for what to say. “Anyways, like I said, take care.”

He got into his fancy Escalade, backed over the dead grass of my brown lawn, and drove off.

I stood for a moment not wanting to understand everything that just happened. I remembered the pint of vodka in the freezer and moved to head in after it. The approaching crunch of tires on gravel grated at my spine before I reached the door. He was back.

Before I could find a rock to throw through his windshield, I saw that it was Jesse’s pickup. All the stress and anger and hate melted away the instant I saw my handsome son get out of his truck and flash me a smile. I managed to wipe the wetness from my cheeks before he noticed.

“Who was that just left? I told you I didn’t want you fucking around with anyone else but me.” The joking way he said it assured me that he didn’t really think I was screwing around with someone behind his back.

“That was nobody,” I said as I held my arms out for a hug. “Just some loser selling something we don’t want.”

Jesse scooped me up in his arms and spun me around. He set me down and kissed me. I was a newlywed again all over.

“Your eyes are red.”

“Allergies. Been working in the yard.”

He grabbed my ass and pulled my hips tight against him. “You’re all dirty, Mom.”

“How ‘bout you take me inside and get me even dirtier?”

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

I squealed as he picked me up, cradled me in his arms, and carried me into the house.

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I lay in bed. It was getting late, but I was feeling too relaxed to get up. Jesse had officially moved into my bedroom a while back. I could still feel the kiss he gave me before leaving for work on my lips. I could also feel his cum squishing around inside my pussy. I was worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the sex drive of a horny 18-year-old male, but I’d adjusted quickly to fucking at least once or twice a day. Sure, I’d still get sore after the occasional four-fuck days, but that was a good problem to have as far as I was concerned.

I caressed one of my bare nipples lazily as I considered my piece-of-shit computer sitting in the corner. I hadn’t attempted to turn the thing on in almost two months. The screen was covered in a film of dust. I should have gotten rid of the damn thing already, but that old hunk of junk held some sentimental memories for me. Silly, I know, but every time I saw it I was reminded of those desperate days when I guiltily accepted bribes to show Jesse my cunt, or suck his cock. If it wasn’t for that computer I would never have become a cam slut, and I never would have known how happy I could be having my son as my lover.

I climbed out of bed, and began unplugging stuff. Mouse, keyboard, monitor, power cord. Time for it all to go. Jesse was doing good at his job, and I was taking classes to become a licensed massage therapist. Things were still tight when it came to money, but I didn’t want to be tempted to going back to spreading my pussy online. A big part of it was not wanting Austin, or the Sheppards, or anyone else who might know me, watching me play with myself and screw around with my son. But more than that, I wanted to share myself with no one else but Jesse.

When I moved the keyboard I found a dusty buttplug underneath. I wiped it off, spit on it, and slipped it in my asshole. That would make a nice surprise for my boy when he got home from work.

I finished wrapping up the computer junk, then threw on a long t-shirt before I began hauling everything outside to the trash can. It felt good hearing that crashing thunk as I dumped each piece into the garbage. The monitor was a bit of a struggle, but I managed it with a little sweat. I turned away from the over-filled garbage can and checked on my flowers.

Everything was blooming. Our house might have looked like a white trash shack, but at least we had some color to dress things up a little. I turned on the sprinkler. Instead of just a few patches of green, the lawn now only had a few patches of brown instead. Jesse grumbled about having to do some mowing now, but I think he liked it. I also loved when he came inside all sweaty and smelling of fresh-cut grass. Something about yardwork made that boy fuck like the dickens!

I moved the sprinkler to a better spot, getting a little wet in the process. As I headed back in, I was surprised to see a Fed Ex van come along down our drive. A handsome black fellow got out with one of those big, cardboard envelopes. He spotted me and headed over. What could this be, I worried.

“Mornin’, Ma’am. Just need you to sign here.”

I couldn’t help but notice that carrying around Fed Ex packages apparently kept a guy in pretty good shape. I signed his little computer machine and he handed me the envelope.

“Thanks. You have a nice day.”

His eyes flicked down to my tits, and only then did I realize that I must have looked like a contestant in a wet t-shirt contest. I should have covered up, but I didn’t bother. Before he turned to go he had himself a good look at my naked legs. This one wasn’t shy. I was tempted to lift my shirt and flash my puss. Nope, my exhibitionist days were over when it came to strangers. I didn’t need that anymore to make myself feel like I was still desirable. Jesse’s cock pounding into one of my fuck holes several times a day took care of that.

Even so, heading back into the house with my envelope I couldn’t help bending over to pick up a stray leaf that had blown onto the front walkway. Was it my fault if my shirt rode up in the back enough for that nice delivery guy to see my naked, white ass? Though, to be fair, I wasn’t completely naked back there – I was wearing that pink buttplug after all. Modesty is my middle name.

The van didn’t pull away until I was inside the house. I wanted to finger my pussy after that naughty encounter, but I wanted to see what was in the mysterious envelope more. The return address was a law firm. Oh shit, someone was suing me.

I opened it and there was a letter and some legal documents. I had to read through everything three times before I was sure I understood what it all meant.

The house had been paid off. The deed was in with the legal documents. According to the letter, the house was mine free and clear. No more mortgage payments. It seemed impossible and I read through everything again before I was willing to believe it.

The lawyer didn’t name who the party was that paid it off, but I knew it had to be Austin – or BeaverMan415 as I thought of him now. He said he wanted to make it up to us, and I guess this was his way of doing it. I still hated his guts to the border and back, but at the same time I couldn’t deny that if it wasn’t for him things wouldn’t have turned out how they did. And I was very happy with how things had turned out. Especially once I held that deed in my hand.

I was so excited that I had to celebrate with someone. I pulled on a pair of jean shorts, not bothering with panties, and hopped in the car. I got to the lumber yard and Jesse was able to take his lunch break early. He took me out to his truck where I sucked his cock and balls. The loose sawdust coming off his clothes and hair made me sneeze, but I got a nice load out of him just the same.

I told him about the house being paid off by an anonymous stranger. He pulled me up on top of him when he heard that and fucked me hard. When his roving hand discovered the buttplug in my ass, he fucked me even harder. I should have been more afraid that someone might see us, but I was so happy that I didn’t even care. Jesse blew another load deep inside my cunt.

“You are one damn fine motherfucker, boy.” I held his face in my hands and kissed him long and lovingly.

“You make it easy, Mom, with that sexy pussy of yours.”

I humped his hard cock until I came again, then got my shorts back on and my shirt down from up around my neck.

“Thanks, sweetie, I really needed that.”

He slapped my butt as I got out of his truck. “You know I’m going to fuck that slut ass of yours when I get home.”

“That’s good because this little toy isn’t doin’ it for me – I need my son’s big cock in there.”

He just shook his head and smiled as I closed the door and sashayed back to my car. I was so turned on that I had to struggle not to masturbate on the ride home. I wanted to save my orgasms for Jesse. Luckily, I was distracted from diddling myself when I passed the pharmacy.

It reminded me that I needed to pick something up. The cum from me and my son’s fuck was beginning to soak through the crotch of my shorts, but not enough for anyone to notice.

As I strolled through the aisles, I spotted Jeremy Sheppard. He had a certain boyish charm, but not the manly bearing of my Jesse. I pictured him sucking his father’s dick and had to laugh. He spotted me and there was a flicker of recognition.

“Hello, Jeremy, home from school for the summer?”

“Yeah. School’s been great, but it’s good to be home.”

“I’m sure it is.” I plucked a box of condoms off the rack that happened to be nearby and handed it to him. “Say hi to your mom for me.”

I gave him a wink and headed off to find myself one of those early pregnancy tests to pee on when I got home…

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The End

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5 thoughts on “Cam Slut Mom 5

  1. There surely should be a cuuum on to this last chapter, more of the fun and shareing trully a very creative mind on your part. Nicely dun always look fwd to your creations, and the carry on of ur stories.

  2. Finally Mom has an issue that is not emotional. That would be my first concern but only having sex with women I don’t always think of that. The slowly blooming love affair between them I liked and shed a few tears over. Yea okay I’m a softy about love and this did tease me. Can you picture this story will Jesse being female and the same events unfolding? I can and that would make things hot for me too. Thanks Darla :-)

  3. I was hoping Darlene would get together with Cherie and Jesse and bring Cherie’s sister into the mix at some stage. That would have been really hot.

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