Chapter 6

(past)

After the suggestions that her son had implanted into her head, Laura Wilson could never get enough of his youthful cock. She found desire and a physical yearning whenever he was in the room. When he wasn't she was never able to enjoy anything sexual. She also felt extreme guilt and mental pain over the new relationship they now shared. A relationship she both loved and hated all at once.

The middle-aged mother knew she was his slut, a term she would never have used on herself before. Even when she lay with Mr. Wilson, her desire for her son was the only sexual thought on her mind. It had been her idea, to wake her only son each morning with her lips upon his organ.

At least she thought it was her idea.

The attractive older woman found joyous pleasure whenever Tim's cock was inside her. Exactly where, never seemed to matter. When his hand found its way to her bottom or her breast, she revelled in his touch. When her son's hand found its way to her vagina, she found an orgasm soon approaching. Alone she could stand before a full length mirror for an hour looking at her naked body remembering every time her son had enjoyed a part of her.

She was her son's slut, and she would do anything for him.

Lately, Tim had found reason to spend time at his friend Jerry's house more frequently. Mrs. Muller had called each time to ask Tim's mother if it was okay. Laura soon realized her son often came home from that house very excited, and she was pleased that she was still able to fulfil a young mans sexual yearnings. Even, or especially because, it was her own son.

She also disliked the look Jerry gave her whenever he came over. It was the look that her mother warned her about many years ago, when she was her son's age. Simply being the slut to one young man was enough, she never needed to entertain the notion of multiple partners. Jerry was also special in another way, he was the only person that had ever seen any action that could be deemed unmotherly towards Tim. He had caught her son with one hand up the back of her skirt and panties. So startled at the intrusion she hadn't said anything while her son forced a finger into her wet vagina and initiated in bring her off. Afterwards, she was very worried the incident would get out, but nothing was ever said.

Lately, Tim had been spending time with Jerry's sister Esmerelda. She was a tall skinny girl who seemed too flighty for her son. Mrs. Wilson wasn't blind to realize that the young woman was deeply in love with her only son. She could read it in her eyes. Jealousy raged through her when she looked out the window late one night and caught them kissing and fondling each other beneath the apple tree in the back yard. She stood and watched as her son felt beneath the clothing of the young woman, obviously bringing the girl off very quickly. Exhausted the girl and knelt before her son and brought out the familiar phallus she always enjoyed and began to suck upon it. Before he was finished, Tim stopped her and gently sent her home. Mrs. Wilson tried to deny her son's advances only a few moments later, while telling him point blankly that he could just go enjoy his newest "slut". His response was that he enjoyed his time with Esmerelda, yet he wanted to fuck his "slut of a mother". They coupled aggressively that evening, much to her enjoyment,

Tim wasn't as modest with his touches as the still attractive mother would have liked. She always enjoyed his hands upon her skin, but he openly touched her when Esmerelda or Jerry was in company. It made her feel cheap, like some common whore - and was surprised she rather enjoyed the feeling. She was her son's slut, just as he had said. The proof to this statement was when she stole into her son's room, as she often did to wake him, and found him laying naked next to an equally naked Esmerelda. Tim was already awake and motioned for her to continue. Laura prayed the teenage girl would remain asleep as she bent over and took her son's cock within her mouth. It had a unfamiliar taste to it that caused the blood to drain from the older woman when she realized it was Esmerelda's spend.

"Tim, my god is that your mother?" The voice sounded very incredulous.

"Yup. Why don't you get down there and learn how to properly suck a cock." The bed shifted about until Esmerelda was inches away from her lovers mother and his cock. She watched intrigued as the lips made slow love to the hard phallus. As was usually the case, Tim wasn't long before the familiar tension caused his body to stiffen noticeably.

Laura Wilson felt the warm thick seed pump into her mouth and she felt her own excitement rise because of it. She seemed to drift off into a hazy sleep until she realized someone was forcing a tongue between her lips.

Tim had pulled his mothers head off his cock then watched as his girlfriend frenched kissed his mom. One thing he had added to Esmerelda's programming, was that she could never get enough of his come. It was a game, to watch how his kinkiest thoughts were parallelled within the women about him. The thick pearl coloured sperm slide back and forth between the lips.

The older woman rose on shaky legs and left to complete the morning meal for her family. She had felt so excited at the taste and feel of her sons cock and ultimately his spend that she almost had another orgasm simply from squeezing her thighs together. When the young girl fucked her mouth with the talented tongue, she felt a little revolted and hated herself more than anything else at that moment. Yet, her sex moistened noticeably at the thought of doing it again.

The three girls and her husband left the house on time, as was usual. When, finally Esmerelda and Tim came down. They both just came from a shower and the Laura felt jealousy that her son and her had never enjoyed that pleasure together. They ate while Laura served them. She was conscious that her son ignored her completely while Esmerelda could not take her eyes off of her. They left hand in hand off to school leaving Laura to cry while washing the breakfast dishes.

Two hours later while she was doing the ironing, Tim called from school. "Mom, could you go over to the Muller's tonight?" There was a lot of background noise where he was calling from and she had a hard time hearing him. "After supper?"

"Won't you be home again for supper?" She felt the hurt come out in her voice, but doubted her son could hear it over the noise.

"No, I'll eat at Jerry's."

"What is going on Tim? Should I bring something?"

"Nothing much is happening mom, Esmerelda won't be there, and Jerry's stepfather is working night shifts. I asked her to stay over at a friends tonight. And mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"Wear something pretty. Bye." The phone hung up.

She stood holding the phone to her ear for some time, trying to think what her son had planned. But soon gave up and continued with the rest of her day.

Jerry opened the door and after a quick look up and down Mrs. Wilson shouted over his shoulder, "Tim you moms here!" He turned back to Laura, "Come in Mrs. Wilson." He had a peculiar smile.

Tim came around the corner followed by Jerry's mother. Tim looked her up and down then gave her a big pleased smile. Laura had worn one of her newer dresses, that highlighted her shapely legs and small waist. She wore her hair up and her best stockings and heels. None of her family had even noticed how she looked when she told them she had to leave. So, she was pleased when her son added, "You look beautiful mom!" From the sound of his voice, it was obvious he meant it.

"Thank you dear. Hello Mrs. Muller." She shook hands with the other mother and saw that the woman was looking very depressed about something and was about to inquire when Jerry spoke up.

"She is pretty but I think my mom is better." It was a challenge of sorts, and Laura was surprised by the comment.

"Well I guess we will just have to continue with the plan and see." Tim laughed softly then motioned for all to follow him through a archway into the tiny warm looking living room. Jerry moved over to the couch and sat down, Tim sat also on the couch.

Laura was about to seat herself onto a large well worn easy chair when Jerry spoke up, "Don't sit Mrs. Wilson." She was surprised and tried to laugh off the comment when she noticed Mrs. Muller was standing nervously in the centre of the room. She gave her son a questioning look.

"You can't sit down mom, we have just started!" The two teenagers laughed. "You see, Jerry thinks his mom is prettier than you so we made a bet."

Jerry continued, "You have great jugs Mrs. Wilson", this comment caused Laura to blush and she felt her knees get weak, she had a urge to slap her son's friend, "but I think my mom's ass is much nicer."

"I don't think so." Tim had jumped in. "Anyway, the best way to solve this is to have the both of you show us who has the prettiest mother."

Before Laura could turn and leave Jerry spoke to his mother, "Take your dress off mom." She was surprised when the woman began to unbutton her thin dress. Her face a mask of her emotions, Mrs. Muller showed none.

Tim spoke up, "Just a second, stop Mrs. Muller." She did, the front of her dress open to her navel showing her bra. Jerry looked displeased but deferred to his friend. "Before we have then take all their clothes off why don't we have them model for us?" He was speaking to his best friend.

Laura Wilson now knew for certain why her son asked her to come here. She was to be presented and compared to Jerry's mother. Her body began to tremble slightly and she began to feel very humiliated. A part of was furious for her son's invitation and for this spectacle she was now part off, another wanted to immediately turn and leave.

She could neither voice her displeasure or leave, her son had seen to that.

"Why don't you ladies turn slowly for us." Tim twirled this hand about in the air to emphasis his instructions. Like an automation, Mrs. Muller began to turn then Laura slowly followed. "Stop!" The two older ladies had their backs to their son's. "Bend over and touch your toes."