Make-believe Mom
Chapter 1

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, mt/Fa, Fa/ft, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Son, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Exhibitionism, Teacher/Student, Public Sex, School,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Matty is a teenage boy growing up in a one-parent home. To make matters worse, his mother is determined to take high school by storm as Stacy, Matty's fictional and obscenely hot 16-year-old cousin. It's the sort of nightmare most boys can only dream about.

"Who are you?" I asked, looking up from my morning cereal.

"What's up?" The guy seemed kind of surprised himself. "I didn't know anybody else was here."

I guess that explained why he'd be walking into the kitchen with his dick hanging out. He didn't look very old, like eighteen maybe, and his body was pink and damp with sweat. His cock looked wet too, dark and not very hard, but not soft either. I just stared as he crossed the floor and opened the refrigerator.

"Your sister's pretty cool," he said, pulling out a plastic jug of orange juice. "I'm Glenn."

He unscrewed the cap and took a long drink right from the bottle.

"She said she had a little brother," he told me after a couple deep swallows. "Fuck! That's good. You want some?"

"No." I shook my head as he put the orange juice back.

"Well, I gotta find my clothes," he said. "I've got class in an hour. See ya later, dude."

"Yeah." I watched him stroll out of the kitchen.

I had to go to school as well, but not the same one as Glenn. He must have meant the junior college, or maybe the vo-tech, because I knew everyone I went to high school with. I finished my cereal quickly and by then I'd heard the front door open and close. Half a minute later a motorcycle roared to life. Glenn must have parked it on our front lawn or something.

"Mom?" I looked past her open door to see her curled up on the bed, hugging a pillow.

"Hmmm..." she sighed, stretching a little. I turned my head as I suddenly saw her dark nipples and blonde pubic hair. The bedroom smelled like sweat and sex, and I blushed.

"I've gotta go to school now," I said.

"Okay," she murmured. "Have fun."


"Hey, Matt..."

"Huh?" I stopped and looked, trying not to stare at her naked body.

"Where's what's his name?" she wondered. "That guy, um..."


"Yeah." She giggled. "I guess so. Is he in the bathroom?"

"He took off," I replied.

"Oh." She closed her eyes and rolled over. I could see her perfectly round butt pointing towards me and the back of her thighs glistened.

"See ya later, Mom." I left her there, already fallen back to sleep.

"Are you going to see Glenn tonight?" I asked, sitting in my room and trying to do my homework.

"Who?" Mom gave me a blank look for a second. "Oh! Uh no, I don't think so. He's kind of too old for me, don't you think?"

"You're thirty-three," I reminded her, watching as her smallish tits jiggled in the mirror.

She wore a pink halter top, a short one with thin straps that kept trying to fall off her shoulders. It said Porn Star on the front in glitter letters. Mom's tummy looked soft and flat, slender like the rest of her, and she had a gold ring through her belly button. Around her hips she'd put on her favorite skirt, a baby blue one that hugged her heart-shaped butt and then sort of flared out with short, thin pleats that swished every time she moved. It really showed off her legs and they were long and smooth. That's where she got all her height from, but she wasn't very tall anyway.

"I'm only thirty-two," she said. "My birthday's not for another month."

"Yeah, I know, but that guy didn't look very old."

"Are you trying to say I look old?" she asked, pulling her blonde hair into another pigtail. She already had one on the right side.

"No," I said. "I just think it's kinda weird, that's all."

"I like to have fun!" Mom shrugged and then giggled playfully. "Don't you?"

When she did that, dressed like she was with her hair and everything, she looked sixteen. Maybe sixteen, but when she really tried, Mom could look and act more like fourteen. Unless you got close enough, and the lights were bright enough, you wouldn't really notice the subtle signs of maturity around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. She'd always looked younger than her age and Mom was proud of that. She paid serious attention to her appearance and if she ever weighed more than 99 pounds, she freaked out and starved herself for a week.

The bad part, the worst part for me, was how truly hot my mom looked. Not like supermodel hot, but more like the slutty chick at school all the guys want to fuck hot. Sometimes I wanted to fuck her, being fifteen years old and as horny as the next red blooded teenage boy. But she was my mom too, so when I did happen to think about her like that, which happened more and more, it kinda made wanna puke out of pure guilt.

And she didn't help!

"How do I look?" Mom asked, turning around and posing with her hands on her hips and smiling. "Do I look like your sister?"

"Yeah," I sighed, half because she wanted to hear it and half because it was true.

She loved pretending to be my sister, although she usually told most people we were cousins. That way she could be from someplace else and nobody would wonder why they hadn't seen her around school or whatever. She wasn't normal and I often wondered if it was the cause or effect of Dad leaving us. I honestly couldn't remember if she'd acted that way before the divorce or not, but I suspected she had.

"Where are you going anyway?" I asked, leaning back in my chair while Mom put on some kiddie makeup. You know, the sort teenage girls like, not what a woman of thirty-two would ever wear.

"To the mall," she said after pursing her lips. They were frosty pink now with just a tiny bit of silvery glitter on them.

"Hmmm..." I should have figured.

"Do you wanna go, Matty?" she asked me in a giggly voice. "We can hang out together."

"No." I shook my head. "I have to finish this book report."

"That sucks." Mom made a face. "Just order some pizza, okay? And save me some, I don't know what time I'm gonna get home."

"Have fun," I said.

"I'm gonna!" She smiled and stepped close to me, bending over and pressing her hand against my chest. "See ya later, Matty."

"Bye, Mom."

"Oh!" She pouted.

"Stacy," I corrected myself.

Mom beamed happily at that and kissed me lightly on the lips. I felt just the tip of her tongue tickle me before she pulled away with another giggle.


"You're back early," I said over my shoulder as the front door opened. I turned my head. "What happened ... Oh!"

"Hey Matt!" Greg Crenshaw grinned at me as Mom pushed him through the door. "I didn't know this was your house."

"Yeah." I swallowed hard as she narrowed her eyes for a second.

"I told you, I'm staying with my cousin," Mom reminded him, hugging the high school senior around his waist. Then to me: "Greg gave me a ride home."

"That's nice of him," I said, turning back to the television. I didn't need to watch my mom's right hand slide down to feel the bulge in Greg's jeans.

"We're gonna go upstairs," she decided, making it sound like Christmas. "Your mom's not coming home until late, right?"

I sighed and shook my head. "I guess not."

"Cool!" Greg chuckled. "Where's the stairs?"

"Just follow my butt!" Mom teased, half-skipping across the living room with her new boyfriend following close behind.

"Uh, see ya later, Matt," he said with grin, like we were buddies now that he was going to fuck my sexy cousin.

"Hope you saved us some pizza, dude!" Greg said, still grinning and now wearing only a pair of boxers.

They'd been upstairs for about an hour.

"Oh! I'm starving!" Mom announced, flopping onto the sofa in the big t-shirt Greg had been wearing. I didn't know if she even had panties on underneath it, but I could smell her ripe with sex.

"Yeah," I said, reaching for the box on the coffee table and flipping it open. "There's still some pizza left."

Greg sat down next to her, putting his arm around my mom's back and leaning forward to grab a slice. I sat in the recliner and tried to watch the movie while they whispered, laughed, and ate their pizza. I really wanted to go up to my room, but I didn't. I just sat there stealing glances at them, especially at my mom because she looked completely sexy. I felt my stomach knotting up as my dick grew hard in my pants and I shifted around to hide it, but they weren't paying any attention to me anyway.

"You got some," Mom said. "Right ... Here!"

She kissed the corner of Greg's mouth and his left hand went to her tits, rubbing them through the cotton. They were making out, my mom and this guy I went to school with, right there in front of me. I could see her arch her back, pushing her tits against the boy's hand while hers went for his boxers and started massaging the obvious swell of his cock.

I sucked my lips and felt my face growing hot with humiliation. I should have gone upstairs, but now I couldn't. I'd look like an idiot if I left, as if that made any difference. Maybe I just didn't want Greg to think he'd run me out of my own living room, you know? I'd like to have punched him in the nose, except he was two years older than me and a lot bigger. He was on the football team and all that stuff. He even had a hot cheerleader girlfriend, Heather Crawford, but she wasn't as hot as my mom.

"Oops!" Mom giggled as Greg's erection popped through the open fly of his boxers, standing straight up all thick and six or seven inches long. The head glistened with clear precum and maybe something else since I knew they'd already had sex at least once.

"Suck it again," he whispered, pushing my mom's head down to his lap. He caught me staring at them and gave me a grin.

"Mmmmm ... What about Matt?" Mom wondered, hesitating for just a second.

"He's cool," Greg said and they were both looking at me. "Right? You don't mind if Stacy sucks my dick, do you?"

"Uh..." I swallowed hard. "No."

"Okay!" She giggled and showed me her tongue just before she opened wide for Greg's penis.

"Yeah! Fuck yeah," he said, taking a deep breath and holding my Mom's pigtails with both fists. "Suck my cock, baby. Like that ... Jesus! Your cousin knows how to suck a dick, dude!"

"Ummphh!" Mom made muffled sounds of agreement as she bobbed her head up and down at a slow, deliberate pace.

I had to rub my straining boner, squirming in my chair while Greg's dick disappeared inch by inch between Mom's tightly stretched lips. She pulled his balls free, working them out of his boxers, and playing with the boy's hairy scrotum. He seemed to like that a lot and used Mom's pigtails like the reins of a horse to push and pull her head up and down. It seemed like a girl should get a little pissed about that, but my mom didn't protest at all.

She didn't try and stop him when Greg let go with his right hand and reached across Mom's hip to play with her ass. He kept his left hand on her head and she twisted her body so she lay more on her side, facing me with her cheek against Greg's stomach and his cock stuffed in her mouth. She seemed to be staring at me, flushed and making sloppy noises as she sucked and swallowed. I could see the spit leaking from the corners of my mom's mouth as she spread her legs and exposed her blonde pussy.

Mom didn't have much pubic hair because she liked to keep her pussy looking like a teenage girl's, but she had some. Beneath it I could see Greg's middle finger splitting her puffy labia and sinking into her already very wet pussy. Mom rocked her hips and groaned around his cock and I frowned as I felt my own erection ready to burst at the seams with the need to cum. I knew my mom had sex, but this was the first time I'd ever seen it happen and I felt confused by the excitement and guilt, a little anger too and a lot of resentment. Greg was a jerk. That guy would've been as likely to trip me as say hello if we met in a hallway at school. Now he was fingering my mom.

"Bet you wish she wasn't your cousin, huh?" Greg asked me, still wearing that stupid grin. "Should feel how hot her pussy is, dude. Fuckin' tight too!"

"Yeah," I croaked, not knowing what else to say and wishing I could look away.

"Oh man!" he groaned, lifting his butt off the sofa as Mom had every inch of his cock in her mouth and even in her throat.

"Ummmwhaaah!" Mom gasped as she pulled her mouth off him, panting for air and letting a small flood of saliva spill down her chin and neck.

She said something, but not loud enough for me to hear as she could barely catch her breath. I could guess what it must have been though as Greg pulled her onto his lap. She straddled his thighs with her legs outside his, facing me with her back against the boy's chest. Mom's wet pussy was exposed, practically gaping with Greg's cock standing tall against it. He pulled the t-shirt over her head and Mom's tits barely filled his hands when he grabbed them.

"Do you want to put him inside me?" Mom asked with a soft laugh and I blinked at her.

"Hell yeah! Do it, man. Put my dick inside her!" Greg said, grinning as he pinched my mom's fat nipples.

They were dark pink and too big for her little tits, but that looked sexy for some reason. I wanted to pinch them myself, even kiss and suck them. My dick ached painfully in my pants, trapped and bent awkwardly, pulsing with every rapid beat of my heart. I wanted to pull it out and jerk off right there in the living room. I wanted to grab my mom and throw her on the floor and fuck her the way Greg was about to.

"Come on, Matty!" Mom said in her little girl voice, pouting and licking her lips. "Just put it inside my little pussy. Please?"

I had to do it, but I didn't know why. Mom's big blue eyes wouldn't let me go and I shook with humiliation, burned with it as I got out of the chair and stumbled over to the sofa on rubbery legs. My gut hurt and my balls felt as if they were going to explode. Like someone had kicked me right between the legs, I felt almost nauseous as I got on my knees and reached for Greg's wet penis. Mom had slobbered all over it and I'd never touched another boy's dick in my life. I didn't want to touch this one, but Mom wanted me to do it and I couldn't say no.

"Yeah, that's it! Go for it, dude," Greg said. "Stuff that fucker inside her cunt."

I wrapped my fingers around the shaft tentatively, feeling Greg's cock hard and hot, surprisingly heavy as I pointed it towards my mom's pussy. She pushed herself up, holding her sex over the tip and then let herself down slowly. I held on until I felt the softness of Mom's vulva touch my hand, her puffy labia staining my skin with her juices just before I let go.

"Ohhhh..." Mom sighed, smiling and nodded her head, thanking me with her eyes. "Nice! Um! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!"

I stood up as Greg started lifting his hips, thrusting his cock into my mom with short, fast strokes. Her pussy lips would turn inward and almost disappear, and a second later get pulled outward again as they clung to the shaft. She turned her head and they kissed, but only with their tongues, licking each other with their lips apart. I watched for a minute and then left the room. I couldn't stay there, no matter what Greg might think or Mom might want, I had to go upstairs and jerk off.

I saw Greg again before I saw my Mom.

"Hey, Matt!" He slapped me on the back as I stood at my school locker. "What's up, man?"

"Uh, hey." I didn't look at him, but frowned as I shuffled books in and out.

"Hey, um..." he lowered his voice, " ... you ain't gotta tell anybody I fucked your cousin, okay?"

"I'm not gonna say anything," I said.

"Cause, like I really don't need Heather finding out, you know?" He chuckled and slapped me again. "So just forget about it, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed, feeling my face burn.

"That chick sure loves to fuck though!" he told me. "What a slut! You should nail her before she goes back home."


"She'd let you do it, I bet."

"Maybe," I sighed.

"Hey, she's just a cousin, right?" He laughed again. "They say incest is best."

"I dunno," I muttered, but he'd already taken off anyway.

Greg had told some of the guys he'd fucked my cousin Stacy, but only his best friends, I guess, because nobody else said anything. He didn't want his girlfriend finding out, but every now and then Greg would ask me when my cousin would be in town again. I always shrugged and said I wasn't sure. It had been a major relief finding out he could keep a secret though, believe me! I had to keep a low profile at school. If word about my mom ever got out...

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