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Naughty Slut Becomes a MILF Ch. 05c — Slutty MILF wants her cub to Watch her Fuck.

Submitted: November 3, 2022 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

Tags: cuckold, cheating, big tits, MILF, mother son sex, incest, domination (mommy dom), oral sex (facesitting/cunnilingus)

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WARNING: This story aims to be realistic, and therefore this chapter contains:

—- Some Domination and light whipping.

—- Some Discussions about becoming a cuckold.

—- Discussions about watching (only watching) some highly fetish stuff, like facesitting after sex.

NOTE: The ‘c’ after 05 stands for cuckold. This story takes two paths, the second path aiming to more closely mimic the ‘Sexy Blonde Becomes a MILF’ version of this story (which has no cheating and has a loving MILF).

Enjoy.

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– CHAPTER 5: Dominating MILF –

– MONDAY, JUNE 6: Morning –

I woke up Monday morning feeling restless, knowing I hadn’t slept well the previous night, and being uncertain about what to expect for the day.

Because while Friday night, technically early Saturday morning, had been an amazing accident, and most of Saturday had been a crazy whirlwind of sexual excitement and frustration, the ensuing Sunday had been…difficult.

Very difficult.

Of course, I was well aware that every day wasn’t going to be my dream come true.

And I was well aware that the change, in my relationship with my mom, was an arrangement that basically got me ‘less of her,’ in exchange for more. As in, I became ‘only a boyfriend’ instead of a son, in exchange for sexual intimacy.

But the full realization, of how hard ‘living that out’ would be, didn’t fully hit me until Sunday.

Because my dad was home all day, with pretty much no chance of him getting called into work, even if he was salary at his job, and I had to try to go back to acting like everything was completely normal. Like I wasn’t madly in love with my mother, and desperately wishing she’d find the time to secretly fuck me. Or to otherwise engage with me in some kind of sexual experience, even if that meant her watching me masturbate.

Shit, even a kiss would have been nice.

But no, it had been a fairly normal day, at least in terms of nothing happening between us.

Sunday was always a big exercise day for our family, with us having a sort of mini-gym at home that had the basics, including a weight machine, treadmill, and exercise bike, which meant that mom and dad spent the morning working up a sweat…only to go to their bedroom and work up another sweat.

I knew because, while my mom didn’t engage with me much, she did stop by my room to let me know she was about to fuck dad and didn’t want to be bothered for a while, something she never would have told me previously, with them usually just locking their door under the pretense of showering.

Of course, normally I would have exercised with them, assuming I hadn’t done a whole bunch of weight lifting the previous day, but I couldn’t bring myself to be in that small room with both mom and dad, knowing how my mom looked in her workout clothing.

Those semi-glossy exercise leggings that hugged her ass to the point that nothing was left to the imagination, and the sports bra that similarly had a glossy finish, being made of polyester or spandex, never mind that she usually wore a fashionably torn shirt to cover her toned belly, but that left a good portion of her sides exposed…

It was all going to be too much.

Being right next to my dad, taking turns on the weights with him, being forced to socialize with him simply because we were in close proximity…knowing we’d fucked the same woman…

Yeah, it was going to be way too much.

Part of me wished he did actually know about it, and was okay with it, like he was okay with her other boyfriends. If for no other reason, than for us to be able to just have the situation out in the open, and maybe even appreciate mom together, like how we might talk about the attractiveness of a famous actress. To just talk about how hot she was, and how fun it was to fuck her, without it being a big deal.

But I knew that was never going to happen.

Thus, I pretended to sleep in, staying in my room until almost noon.

That was of course when my mom came to tell me that dad was making lunch, and that I should join them…while also being very intentional about setting a black flash drive a little out of site behind my open laptop screen.

I knew what that meant.

She had a video for me.

One of her fucking some random guy.

She whispered to me the password to the encrypted storage device, which was randomly OrangeJuice4118, Girne Escort all one word with the words capitalize, and then she was gone. I knew exactly where the numbers came from, being her age and then mine, and I even decided to plug the USB drive into my computer to make sure it worked, but then I quickly exited the software even before I clicked on the single folder to find the video.

Because I was supposed to go downstairs for lunch in a couple of minutes, and didn’t have time to watch a video, not to mention I was…well, really nervous.

In theory, the idea of seeing mom fuck was so ridiculously hot, it made my head spin, but I was realizing that what I liked as a fantasy might not be something I enjoyed in real life. And that was the thing, it would be real life. A real video of a time my mom fucked one of her other boyfriends.

I wasn’t sure if I could actually handle that.

Would I love it?

Or would I discover I hated it?

I didn’t know, but it definitely made me nervous.

Thus, hiding the flash drive for now, I went downstairs for lunch, and the rest of the day kind of just went normally. Aside from the two times she briefly spoke to me openly, mom treated me completely normal, acting like I was just her son who she wasn’t at all interested in, and who she gave little attention to in favor of being focused on my dad most of the time.

And after lunch, the day continued like that. They hung out together, I stayed mostly in my room, we all had dinner together, and then they hung out some more, watching a movie in the evening while they snuggled on the couch. And probably fooled around a little too, since I was keeping to myself.

If anything, I was pretty sure mom’s lack of engagement with me was the whole point of the day, at least in my mom’s eyes. She made it very clear that dad was her husband, and the most important person in her life. She seemed to kiss him pretty much every time she entered the room, especially when I was around, enough so that my dad commented about it at lunchtime, prompting her to just say that she enjoyed their date last night.

Of course, that excuse was plenty good enough for him.

But I knew all the affection was partially for me. To make a very clear point about whose woman she was. Which was something she probably did for her other boyfriends too, ensuring they knew who her man was. Except that, the very fact that she went home with dad, and only saw them twice a month at most, kind of made that point all on its own.

But with me, I literally lived with them, and seeing me every day meant she had to be much more intentional about making her point.

By the time it got to be late evening, and especially when my mom didn’t visit me at all, not even to say goodnight, I was really kind of struggling, almost as if I was withdrawing from her attention, like it was a drug.

On the one hand, it was completely normal for me to not wish them goodnight every night, especially when we’d all been home all day. But on the other hand, I was almost desperate for my mom to just ‘look at me.’ To have her focus on me. To acknowledge me, and speak to me with her affectionate tone, even if she only said something as simple as goodnight.

Getting that simple interaction with her was suddenly a huge craving, and when I didn’t get even that, it left me feeling almost empty and desperate. It was like I was super thirsty, and would kill even just for a drop of water, and I couldn’t even have that to help quench my thirst.

Thus, when I woke up Monday morning, the sound of the front door slamming shut being my wake-up call as dad left for work, I just kind of laid in bed, wondering what the day was going to be like. Because honestly, I was almost afraid to hope for anything at all, especially when my mom made it clear that us having sex wouldn’t be an everyday thing. And even though she suggested that she might watch me masturbate in the afternoon, after I’d watched her video three times, I realized that didn’t necessarily mean that she was going to give me any attention for the rest of the day.

She might tell me to watch the video, but otherwise not treat me any differently.

No affectionate looks, no hugs or kisses, no seduction.

All while expecting me to both enjoy it and wait to jerk off to it.

Just a simple, ‘Watch the video,’ as she went on with her regular day and ignored me like how would be normal for a mother to interact with her son. Really, I wouldn’t have even classified it as ignoring me, since I previously wouldn’t have even wanted her attention on me like that, but now it felt like being ignored.

Which was why, after I’d made a quick trip to the bathroom and then climbed back in my bed, I was sincerely surprised when mom opened my door barely five minutes after dad left, stepping into my room without hesitation, wearing Magosa Escort the same outfit as Saturday night, including the shiny black thigh-high PVC boots.

The sight of her shiny vinyl mini-skirt and matching bikini top, barely containing her massive tits, was so shocking that my entire body uncontrollably tensed up in nervousness and anticipation.

Especially when I saw her firm expression, her blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail.

Especially when I realized she had a leather riding crop in her left hand.

Mom placed her right hand on her hip and shifted her weight, looking at me like I was in trouble as she held the short whip at her side.

“So, what did you think of the video?” she asked seriously, as if she was going to be very critical of my answer.

I tried to swallow, still laying down, my body still locked up. “Umm, I h-haven’t watched it yet,” I whispered.

Her blue eyes widened in sincere surprise, with her reaching up briefly to brush a strand of blonde hair out of her face that wasn’t put up in the ponytail, before placing her hand back on her wide hip.

“Really now?” she said skeptically. “Were you waiting for me, or something? Because I pretty much spent all day yesterday feeling super horny, thinking that you were watching my video over and over again in your room. That’s why I gave it to you, so you had something to do all day.”

“S-Sorry,” I stammered.

She shook her head, frowning. “I’m not upset that you didn’t watch it, but now I’d very much like to know why. Because I thought this was something you wanted. When I made the suggestion, you seemed extremely excited, like I’d just given you the best birthday present ever.”

I took a shaky breath, deciding to begin sitting up.

“I didn’t say you could get up,” she snapped harshly.

Holy fuck!

I laid down so fast, I felt like my head was spinning.

“That’s what I thought,” she added firmly. “Now, tell me why you didn’t watch it. And be honest.”

I tried to control my breathing. “I…I don’t know. I think maybe I was kind of nervous. Part of me knows I’m probably going to like it, but there’s another part of me that’s afraid the real thing won’t be as great as the idea itself. Especially if I got there while watching.”

She crossed her arms underneath her huge tits, riding crop still in hand. “So the idea of me fucking is hot, but you were worried that actually seeing it might unsettle you,” she tried clarifying.

“I’m honestly not sure,” I replied. “I just know I was really nervous, and couldn’t go through with it.”

She pursed her lips. “So did you masturbate yesterday?”

“N-No,” I stammered, surprised by my own answer, realizing I’d been so stressed that I hadn’t even considered jerking off.

She nodded, her tone still firm. “Well, watching me fuck isn’t an absolute requirement to being my boyfriend. I was only offering that because I thought you wanted to watch. So I won’t force you to watch my videos every day, if you really don’t want to.” Her blue eyes narrowed. “But, as your mother, it’s my job to encourage you to get out of your shell a little, and try new things. So I’m going to make you watch the video at least one time. And you’re going to try to enjoy it. Understand? Because I really want you to enjoy it.”

“Yes,” I squeaked.

“Good,” she said firmly. “Now, lay more fully on your back and look up at the ceiling.”

My breathing picked up as I did so, my heart racing even more when she began walking over, only for me to close my eyes when I felt her begin to climb onto the bed right next to my head. I honestly wasn’t sure what to expect, even as I heard her PVC boots creak right next to my ears, her knees at my shoulders, seeming to be facing my feet…only to find myself sincerely shocked when she abruptly sat down on my face.

My hands reflexively jerked up toward her toned waist — as if someone had thrown a dodgeball at my face and I was trying to block it — only for a loud noise to fill my ears, even despite her smothering my face.

SMACK.

A sharp stinging erupted in the back of my left hand, immediately causing me to jerk them both back down to my sides, stunned to hear myself uncontrollably moan into my mom’s pussy squished against my mouth.

How the fuck did that both hurt and feel good at the same time?

“I didn’t say you could touch me,” she snapped harshly.

Oh my God.

Oh my God, what was she doing to me right now?

I was so turned on.

“Now listen closely, young man,” she continued in a firm tone. “I’m the boss, you’re not special to me, and I’m doing this to make my slutty pussy feel good. I’m not doing this for you, and I don’t give a fuck if you cum or not. All I care about is giving my own cunt pleasure. So I want you to lay perfectly still for me, because if you move even a little, I’ll stop doing anything Lefkoşa Escort that’s making you feel good. Understand?”

She lifted up just slightly on my face so I could speak, though I could have responded anyway, since simply tilting my chin a little was enough to let me breathe and talk.

“I u-understand,” I managed.

She squished her pussy back down on my mouth, my nose shoved up against her taint, her asscheeks squished over my eyes, the shiny black mini-skirt covering the top of my head.

She then began gently rocking, starting to slide her juicy lips gently from my nose to chin, and back again, my mouth quickly growing wet with her fluids.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, starting to move a little rougher. “Yeah, a little dessert is exactly what my pussy needed this morning.” She moaned again as she slid on my face, her tone pouty. “Even though I gave your father a lot of affection yesterday, he wasn’t really in the mood after I fucked him in the morning, and I was just so horny thinking about you watching that video of me fucking. But I’m glad you waited, because now I’m going to watch it with you, and make sure you love every second of it.”

She paused to moan again, her hips jerking slightly. “Uhhhh.”

She then continued, beginning to bounce a little on my face, the sound of her pussy squishing against my mouth filling my ears, the bed creaking underneath me, her tone full of lust. “Yeah, actually, I think I’ve changed my mind about requiring you to like it. Because I’ve decided that I want to take this physical relationship with you to the ‘next level,’ and use you to really enjoy myself. After all, it’s what you asked for, so I’m going to give you exactly what you wanted. Mmmm,” she moaned, only to groan slightly in pleasure. “Last night, while lying in bed thinking about this weekend, I had a really amazing idea, and I’ve decided to make it a reality. Uhhh,” she moaned again, her breathing heavier now. “Because when you asked me what my fantasies are, I told you I always live them out. But to make it a reality, I need you to love watching me fuck. I need you to beg to watch me fuck. Do that for me, and I might just move you a little higher on my list of boyfriends.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, my head swimming in her arousal, my cock leaking and throbbing, straining against my gym shorts. I wanted to cum so bad, and would probably agree to almost anything, just to have that mind-blowing release.

“Yeah,” she moaned, a cute whimper escaping her lips. “Yeah. You’re going to love watching me fuck, aren’t you baby?” It wasn’t a question, but more of a taunt. “You’re going to love seeing me cum on another man’s cock, aren’t you? You’ll do that for me sweetie, won’t you? You want to be mommy’s favorite, don’t you?”

All at once, she shoved down on my face and screamed, her entire body tensing on top of me.

“UHHH!” she exclaimed at full volume, only to begin twitching on my face. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes, that was good. That was so good. Mmmm,” she moaned again. “My pussy needed that. My pussy needed that so bad. Ohhh, fuck, that was wonderful.” She took a deep breath. “Almost as good as Saturday night.”

I had no idea if she was teasing me now, implying that her date was better, or if she actually meant the sex we shared afterward, when I gave her a rim-job and then we fucked, was super amazing.

Either way, I just didn’t care right now, because I was so freaking hard that it almost hurt.

But mom just kind of sat on my face, taking a few deep breaths, seeming perfectly content to just smother me.

She finally made an amused noise. “Well now, you’re doing a very good job at keeping still, young man. If not for your body being so tense, and your cute gasps for air, I might think I’d suffocated you.”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe, and it wasn’t just because she was sitting on my face.

Could a person die from being too horny?

Because I felt like I was going to die, I was so fucking aroused right now.

She sighed. “Well, I was going to play with your cock a little in this position, but I think I’d rather have you watch my video first.” Her tone became mockingly sympathetic. “If you had just watched it yesterday at least once, then I would have gone with my original plan to suck your cock a little. But now you’ll have to wait a little longer. Your fault, for not doing as I asked.”

Fuck, I knew she was right, being well aware she wanted me to watch it just as much as I had wanted to, especially since she was the one who brought it up in the first place, but I never thought she’d use it as a form of punishment.

“But I’m enjoying sitting on your face,” she mused, shifting her weight slightly, making squishing noises against my nose and mouth. “So I think I’ll sit here a little longer, and then I’ll take you downstairs to watch me fuck on the big screen.”

Oh shit, in the living room? On the massive widescreen HDTV?

Oh fuck, I was going to explode!

My cock was straining so hard against my shorts!

SMACK.

My left arm jerked when I was hit with an intense sting on the back of the wrist.

“I saw that cock twitch,” she hissed. “And I said no moving.”

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