One of the many things that amazes me in this world is how often readers get to the end of a story and read, "The End," then say how much they can't wait for the next chapter. It's one thing to say they hope I'll revisit the story another time. But I don't understand how "The End" doesn't indicate to people that the story is complete.
Another very fun comment I received recently was from someone who had read the single chapter I had posted called A Slut Like Me (which finished with "The End") and said he hoped I would write some mother/son stuff. Clearly he had not clicked to see what else Lauren Blue Eyes had written (nor LaurenMom, which was the first name I used here). I thought everyone who read me knew that was my deepest desire and perversion.
In any case, I finally decided I couldn't stop writing about this after just one chapter, so I reopened this very personal story. (So, despite what I said above, sometimes "The End" doesn't always mean the end, apparently!) The time just seems right to me.
So, I hope you read and enjoy A Slut Like Me, chapter 2 and those that should follow and that you get a big kick out of it. Thanks for reading my crazy meanderings.
Lauren
As is the case most every morning, Mom is the only one awake, and she's spending time alone with her thoughts (which is fine for this mom). I've been hearing in various places over this past week that surveys show that the one thing most Mom's want on Mother's Day is to not have to do anything. i.e., they don't want to have to cook, clean, shop, etc. Thankfully those things are pretty well divided up in our house, so that's not my deepest desire on this day. Here's what is:
Just before what would be my early morning waking time (5ish), I feel my husband cuddle up behind me. He puts his arm over my side and caresses my belly. I wonder why in hell he's awake at this hour and I briefly think about the million times over the years when I wished he would do something like this in the morning. But, I decide to let that go and enjoy my early morning Mother's Day embrace.
I'm even more surprised when his hand slides up to my breast and I feel his warm breath on my neck. I think how sorry I am that I wore my nightshirt to bed instead of sleeping naked so I could actually feel him against me. He kisses my neck while he holds me close. Then after kissing my ear gently a few times, he whispers, "Happy Mother's Day" into it. And I jump halfway out of bed having had the shock of my life. It's not my husband, but my son holding and kissing me.
Trying to catch my breath and see if I'm actually dreaming, I ask him what the hell he's doing. He says sorry he startled me so badly. He tells me that his dad knew what I wanted most of all for Mother's Day...to have my son in bed with me...and he decided to give it to me. After a few minutes of me saying things like, "What are you talking about," and "You can't be serious," I finally decide that this in fact real.
Next I ask where Dad is and more importantly even, where is my daughter. My biggest fear is that she would get wind of something between my son and me and that it will cause emotional damage for her. My son says that my husband arranged to take her out super early in the morning to go to my favorite bakery in the city, a good 45 minutes from our house, in order to pick up some of my favorite things for Mother's Day. Translation, they're gone for at least ninety minutes for a reason that would raise no suspicion whatsoever.
I sit there and try to take this in. I ask my son what this all means...what I'm supposed to do now. He tells me I should take off my night shirt and get back under the covers. I obey.
Although it seems like it must be a dream, since I've yearned for this for so long, I know this is real. My son is naked in my bed. And he's here because this is what I want more than anything. My husband knows it and has made it happen. My daughter need never know. And my son wants his mommy, in the worst possible way.
He pulls me to him and kisses me...all over my mouth, face, ears, neck. All the while he's caressing me all over. His hands are really now on my tits and he's squeezing them with urgency. His hands move down my body to my ass. When he squeezes my cheeks with his hands I feel his erection...his hard, naked erection pressing against me. I reach down and take it in my hand. It's very hard and very warm to the touch. I let out uncontrollable whimpers and moans. He's really here with me. He's touching me and kissing me. His hard-on is in my hand.
He slides a hand from my ass to my thigh, then parts my legs. He touches my pussy, which is wetter than it has ever been. He slides a finger inside me. It goes in so easily because I'm melted inside like warm butter. Clearly I'm ready to get what I have wanted for so long.
My son pushes me on my back and climbs on top of me. I run my hands over his muscular shoulders and back as he gets me in position. Then he's there. My son is actually in my bed. He's between my legs and his beautiful cock is sliding against my slippery wet vulva. He looks me in the eyes and tells me he loves me. I tell him I love him to, so much.
As he begins to enter me I think that there is nothing more intimate in the world than for a man (especially a young one) to re-enter the place he come from, led by the essence of his manhood. His cock going inside me, into the tunnel he came out of is for him, the ultimate homecoming, and for me, the ultimate welcoming home of the one who once lived inside me.
My body is on fire with passion and lust. It's like I was never entered before by anyone. I'm also overcome with emotion and tears begin to run from my eyes. My son asks me what's wrong. I tell him nothing, not here or anywhere. In this moment, everything is right with the world. He leans down and kisses my tears as he enters me further. He's almost all the way in me now. He moves back and kisses my breasts as he penetrates my pussy completely.
I think that I might die from the overwhelming sensations I'm feeling. And that if I did, I would die the happiest woman in the world. My son is finally my lover. He's on top of me. He's inside me. He's fucking his mommy like she always wanted. I feel his big hard cock moving in and out. I'm filled-up in every way. He gets up to his knees and pushes my legs toward me. I'm spread so wide apart and he's in me more deeply than I thought he could go. I cry out in the most intense ecstasy I can imagine. Then my lust overtakes everything. I simply must speak the words that I've whispered to myself sooooo many times while I masturbated.
"Fuck me Baby. Fuck Mommy's pussy. Fuck me hard with that big cock. Ohhh, Honey, Mommy has wanted you so badly. Fuck the shit out of me Baby. Fuck me harder. Harder! Give Mommy every bit of that hard prick and every bit of your cum."
I can't believe I'm saying these things, loudly, in my own bed, and actually saying them to my son! He just smiles at me, with love. He obeys and fucks me harder and harder. He says he loves me and that he loves fucking me. He says his dick has never felt so amazing. He says he loves Mommy's pussy and that he loves fucking me.
When he feels me begin to cum, he responds perfectly. He pumps hard, then he slows down. He knows where to put pressure with his cock. He knows exactly where I need to be touched. Then when he knows I'm at the very edge, he thrusts, hard...very hard into me four or five times, just pounding my pussy until it almost hurts. In fact it does hurt, in the best possible way. Then he grasps my legs tightly and thrusts as far as he can into me, and he stays there. I'm completely impaled by his throbbing prick as I cum and cum, my body shaking and shuddering unimaginably.
And he cums too. Just as my orgasm crests, I feel his begin. He shudders too as he pumps his load into Mommy's pussy, which is desperate for his semen. I feel his dick pump and pulse as every drop comes out of him and into me. And then, like the best lover, he stays inside me as our orgasms subside. He holds me and kisses my neck as I come down. He nuzzles my ear and tells me how beautiful I am. He says again how much he loves his mom.
After we both come down from the stratosphere, he asks me what I want now. I tell him that I want to take advantage of every minute we have. He proceeds to kiss all over my body...something I've desired forever. He misses nothing. He even spreads my legs and eats my pussy with abandon, showing no reluctance whatsoever, even though I'm dripping with his cum. He brings me to orgasm again.
Doing so makes him hard again. I can't end this dream-turned-reality without having my son in my mouth. I get the icing on the cake. Well, in my mouth, actually, which is where I really wanted it. I suck him hungrily, swallowing my son's big cock all the way down my throat before it shoots off in my mouth and I swallow every drop.
Finally we must part...so bittersweet. We retreat to our separate showers and by the time I emerge, Hubby and Darling Daughter are back with pastries for me. All four of us are together again and all is right with my world, once and for all. Happy Mother's Day to me.
Now, they really will be getting up, so I must go. Thanks for sharing in my Mother's Day depravity.
Lauren Blue Eyes
A sweet reader wrote this to me today:
Hi Lauren Blue Eyes,
You have a little confusion with names in this
chapter. It shouldn't be Monica in these three
phrases but Simone!!!
What a lovely understatement. I don't have a little confusion with names in THIS chapter. I have a fair amount of confusion with names in MOST EVERY FUCKING CHAPTER!
I swear...I can't seem to overcome this! I think what happens is that when I proof, I do a minor rewrite on a sentence here and there. And when I do that, I'm thinking through the whole chapter, including who is doing what to whom. So, I guess I start on a sentence and then think of something else from the story. I get the idea across, but with a different name inserted.
Of course, there have been a few times when I've substituted my own name for one of the characters' names. That must mean that I'm thinking about the people in the stories doing some of those naughty things to me. Nah...couldn't be!
I'll keep trying. You all make it fun to fuck (up)! LOL
Lauren Blue Eyes
Well, I made my most horrific error in chap 14 of Simone. A loyal reader and online friend told me (thankfully immediately after the story posted) that I had missed the accidental insertion of my name in place of Simone's in the first paragraph. AAaahhhhh!!! What an idiot. Thanks for being understanding, Everybody!
Lauren Blue Eyes
Thanks to all the readers who asked, "Who is Celeste?" It made me laugh! In chap 12 Kevin is loving being stroked by "Celeste." No, he's not cheating on Simone with a girlfriend or another sister. Truth is that the evening before I wrote that chapter, I stumbled upon a girl online whose name I had heard previously, but who I had never seen. She's a porn chick who goes by Celeste Star. I had my pants and panties knocked to my ankles by this beautiful, spunky chick (especially in a vid with another girl I hadn't seen before, Sunny Leone). I was going back and forth between writing the story, looking at clips of Celeste and Sunny and diddling myself. So, it wasn't Kevin who lost himself in lust and called out another girl's name. It was the author! (I did cum several times thinking about Celeste and Sunny, by the way. Although, I think at one point I may have called out, "Kevin!" LOL.)
Lauren Blue Eyes