Mom Gets Angry With Grown Up Pussy Loving Son

The author wishes it to be known he does not condone
incestuous relationships in real life, but recognises
it is a common fantasy and one shared by many.

I’m Alex, 31 and a sales job that usually takes me
places. Normally, I’d be out on the road, but promotion
meant I was mostly office bound now. What’s more, I was
recently divorced, my ex kicked me out and I had to go
down on bended knees to my mom for a roof over my head.

It was with mixed feeling that I went back through the
front door of my old home and my mom. She 61 looks it
and God knows she turns me on. OK, her tummy isn’t
taught any more, her breasts may sag, but they are
still creamy white and silky smooth, and she has
lovely, slender legs.

No pants/trousers for her though, always a skirt and
blouse or a dress (with hems that never really conceal
her stocking tops) and high heels. However, if you saw
her shopping for groceries, you’d think her pussy was
dry and butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.

How wrong could you be?

I never knew my dad, he’d left my mom before I was
born. It had been just the two of us when I was growing
up.

So why did I have some trepidation about going back
home to live with her? Mom has always had a nasty side
to her. She doesn’t suffer fools gladly – me included –
and has a very sharp tongue. If I said something she
considered disrespectful, she’d slap my face and when I
was small I remember her pulling down my pants and
giving me a good spanking.

And she has always been indiscreet when it came to her
body. When I was a kid she never stopped me from coming
in or out of her bedroom when she was dressing or
undressing. Nor did she shut the toilet door when she
needed to urinate.

Boys being boys I guess, this all had a profound effect
on me. I often fantasized at night in bed about her
pussy and tits, wanking myself to sleep. I’d stay
awake, waiting for her to take a leak and the sound of
her pissing in the toilet would bring me to an instant
orgasm as I visualised her hot pee streaming from her
pussy. I’d get oh so hard.

And then I graduated to wanking while sniffing her
panties. I knew my desires were wrong and that I would
never be able to bury my face into my mother’s own
pussy, so I opted for the next best thing, inhaling the
aroma of her soiled knickers.

I’d go through her dirty laundry and find them, usually
she wore lacy nylon panties. There I would be on my
knees in her bedroom playing with my erection and a
pair of her soiled panties at my nose inhaling the
unique and very special scent of her pussy.

They were my own mother’s underwear and they smelt of
her sex, the most in intimate part of her body. Very
simply, I’d bring them close to my nose and inhale the
smell of my mother’s cunt. Is this what it would smell
like if I were to put my nose between her legs?

At first the rancid smell of stale pussy had put me
off, but it still excited me, and I was drawn back
again and again to the laundry basket to feed my
perverted desires. I just loved to smell her panties
and the stains I saw on the gusset excited me beyond
belief as did finding odd bits of her pubic hair there
too.

As I wanked my self silly, sometimes 2 or 3 times a
day, I would imagine her telling me to lick her pussy
clean until hot white cum spurted from my cock.

Sometimes, I’d sneak a pair of her panties into my room
at night, put them on and lay in bed wanking into them
and then in the morning put them back into the laundry
basket assuming she would never notice my cum on the
gusset

This was because she maintained an active sexual life
with a guy I called Uncle Dan. He wasn’t my uncle and I
wasn’t supposed to know that he fucked my mom every now
and again; after all he was supposed to be a
respectable married man. But I once came home early
from school and heard them fucking like rabbits
upstairs in mom’s room.

It was then I realised what some of the stains on her
panties were – Uncle Dan’s spunk. At first I’d been
deeply jealous that another man fucked her, but then in
my deepest and darkest fantasies, I got turned on by
the idea and got aroused when I’d see his cum on her
panties when I rummaged through the laundry basket the
day after her lovemaking. I’d imagine his creamy sperm
running out of my mom’s beautiful pussy into the gusset
of her panties and that thought would mean more jerking
of my cock.

When I got into my teens, she still came into the
bathroom without knocking. When I was 18 years old, she
breezed when I was naked and as I tried to cover myself
up, she’d pushed aside my towel and, tweaking the end
of my cock, make disparaging remarks about its size.

‘You can tell you’re father’s boy, he had a girlie
sized dick too! I don’t know how you’re going to
satisfy a girl with that pathetic little thing. Your
father could never satisfy me!’

I ached in shame. I was very conscious how small my
prick was in comparison to the boys at school, all of
who sported cocks far bigger than mine.

But it couldn’t have escaped her notice that as she
said these dreadful things to me, my pathetic little
penis started to become hard. At that point she
stopped, laughed, and gave my baby erection a hard slap
and walk out.

But although it was extremely humiliating for me, it
didn’t stop me from wanking straight away. I actually
enjoyed her humiliating me that way or at least it
aroused me in a way I couldn’t hope to explain. I loved
mom and I loved the way she treated me badly sometimes
because this kind of incident continued from
thereafter.

And so life continued until one day she caught me
wanking with a pair of her panties. I’d hadn’t heard
her return home or come up the stairs. Pants around my
ankles, I was caught in the act and had no place to
hide.

‘Alan! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!’ she screamed at
me.

I spluttered some incoherent reply, stuffing the
offending panties back in the washing basket while
trying to hide my very erect dick.

‘So, my little pervert of a son likes his mom’s soiled
panties does he?’

‘Y-yes,’ I stammered. No point in denying the obvious.
Red in the face, I began to sob uncontrollably. ‘I’m
sorry mom, I’m really sorry.’

‘You’re a pathetic little sissyboy. What are you?’

‘A s-sissyboy mom,’ I stammered through my
uncontrollable tears.

She slapped my face. ‘Not a sissyboy, you little
bastard. A PATHETIC LITTLE SISSYBOY!

Still on my knees, I looked up at her towering over me
with her hands on her hips and said, ‘A pathetic little
sissyboy mom.’

‘A pathetic little sissyboy who likes to smell his
mommy’s panties. Well you’re going to have to be
punished.’

‘Please mom… no,’ I sobbed.

She hitched up her skirt to reveal her stocking tops,
suspenders and black lacy panties.

Is that what you want to see? Mommy’s pussy?’

‘Yes mom,’ I sobbed.

‘PERVERT!’ She slapped my face again and then lowered
her panties to the level of her stocking tops. I was
crying uncontrollably, but through my tears for the
first time I could see her pussy in close up and I was
mesmerised, I’d never been this close to a woman’s
pussy before and it was beautiful.

‘That’s what a real woman’s pussy looks like,’ she said
with a sneer. I could see little globules of wet on her
pussy lips. I could smell her too. A very different
smell from the dried stains of her panties that I had
become used to in my wanking sessions.

‘If you like the smell of mommy’s panties so much,
stick your nose there in my panties while they are
still around my legs!’ she said, grabbing my hair and
forcing my face and nose into their crotch. I had
already seen they were dripping with her juices. Now my
face was buried deep in the goo that smeared the gusset
of her panties. I didn’t just sniff the wonderful
aroma, but licked and sucked the gusset as she held my
head down.

Eventually she yanked my head back up. ‘Now take my
panties off.’

I slowly pulled her panties down and she stepped out of
them. ‘Give to them to me you pathetic little panty
pervert!’ she said angrily.

I did as I was told. Mom thrust the panties into my
face. ‘Go on, have a good sniff!’
I held them to my nose and inhaled the sensual aroma of
my mother’s own fresh pussy juices, my cock sticking
out hard as a rock as I knelt in front of her. Then she
grabbed my hair again and forced my face against her
pussy. I sobbed again, in happiness and humiliation as
her pubic hair ground into my face, her scent, that
very special smell that was unique to her filled my
nostrils.

‘You’re a pathetic little pussy loving pervert!’ she
screamed at me, grinding her moist cunt hard into my
face. What are you?’

I mumbled a reply from her goin. ‘A PATHETIC LITTLE
PUSSY LOVING PERVERT!’ she yelled, pushing my face
harder to the point I couldn’t breath.

Eventually her grip loosened and she went and sat on
the bed, her skirt still hitched up to reveal her
stockings, suspenders and oh so beautiful pussy.

‘Stand up and come here!’ she ordered. ‘And put those
panties to your nose.’

I came towards her. As I did so, she grabbed my
erection and pushed me so I was sideways on to her.

‘I’ll teach you to masturbate into my knickers you
little bastard,’ she said. ‘Don’t think I don’t know
you wank into mommy’s panties. I found a pair in your
bed the other night.’

Her grip on my erection tightened and she started to
roughly masturbate me with her right hand. With her
left, she spanked me – and hard.

‘Please mommy, no…’ I sobbed, tears streaming down my
cheeks, my face in her panties. But although I felt
utterly humiliated, I was very aroused too. Each slap
on my ass hurt, but equally, I was very aroused by her
furiously and roughly wanking me as I sniffed her
panties.

It wasn’t long before my cum spurted out onto her hand.
I couldn’t bear to look at her as she stood up and hid
my face in her panties. She pulled them away and I
looked down guiltily at my feet.

Slowly she raised her hand that was now covered in my
spunk and forced it into my mouth and told me to lick
it clean.

I sucked greedily on her wet fingers, tasting for the
first time the salty and bitter taste of my own sperm.
How humiliating.

‘Go to your room!’ she said. I slunk away, still unable
to look her in the eye. I lay on my bed, crying into my
pillow. But my tears stopped when I heard the sounds
coming from her bedroom. My bedroom door was open and I
could hear her breathing deeply, breaths that were
becoming increasingly laboured.
I got off my bed and tip toed across the landing. Mom
had left her door open and through the crack I could
see her lying on her bed fingering herself to an
orgasm. I watched in silence and felt my youthful cock
become hard again. Although it was still sore from her
rough handling of it when she made me cum, I played
with it and spurted a second time as she moaned loudly
and orgasmed herself.

Fearing she’d catch me again, I hurried quietly back to
my room and fell into a deep sleep.

Nothing more was ever said about this incident, but mom
was no less discrete in the way she dressed around me.
If anything, she seemed to take more opportunities to
flash her pussy or tits around the house.

It wasn’t long after that I went to collage and began
my adult life. I met a girl, got a job and got married.
But even though I had a pretty young wife, the memory
of my encounter with mom that day stayed fresh in my
mind. I started to buy magazines with pictures of older
women flashing their delicious pussies for the camera,
but non-compared to the pussy of my mom and I would
often secretly wank recalling that special moment when
I actually had my face pressed to her cunt.

Then, my life changed. I was back home with mom and
feeling very sorry for myself. My sex life with my ex
had dwindled to nothing (that’s because she’d taken a
very macho lover). We didn’t have children, so the
divorce was swift and easy. Staying in my mom’s house
while I got myself sorted out seemed like a good idea.

Guess what? She still let me see glimpses of her pussy
and tits around the house. It wasn’t long before I was
visiting the laundry basket again. She may have gotten
a lot older since my last rummages in there, but she
still dressed smart and still wore nice lacy panties
and lingerie. The dried juices on the panties still
smelt good. And I wanted to have my face buried in her
cunt again. This time I wanted to taste my mom’s pussy
for real.

So, I wrote her a letter and left it out on the kitchen
table before I went to the office.

“Dear Mom

Do you remember when you caught me masturbating with
your panties all those years ago? We never talked about
it, but I haven’t forgotten and I don’t suppose you
have either. Mom, it was the biggest turn on of my
life.

I want to make a confession. I still very horny for
your beautiful wet pussy.

Since coming back home, I’ve been thinking about your
juicy wet pussy all the time. And I keep wanking myself
silly thinking about licking you down there.

I know I’m a bad boy for thinking about mommy’s pussy
in the way I do. Trouble is, you are a very sexy mum
and that’s why I get hard thinking about you.

And although we both know its wrong, I think the idea
turns you on as much as it does me.

Please let me lick your pussy mom. I beg you. I want to
smell and taste my mommy’s pussy and make my mommy
happy. I’m sure licking your pussy will please you and
make you smile.

Love

Your perverted son.”

The moment I drove off to the office I began to have
second thoughts. What had I just done? Was I insane?
For God’s sake, a grown man asking to lick his mom’s
old and wrinkled pussy?

How would she react? Would she throw me out of her
home? I was as nervous as a kitten, I really had no
idea how she would react to such a brazen statement of
intent.

Needless to say, I secretly hoped she’d be mad at me
and show it.

When I got back home that night there was no sign of
mom. My stomach churned anxiously. I went up to my room
intending to get undressed and have a shower. As I
started to undress, I noticed a pair of mom’s panties
on my bed. I went and picked them up. They were black
lace and heavily soiled with her juices… freshly
soiled.

I couldn’t believe it and held them to my nose before
starting to lick and suck the wetness from the gusset.
If I wanted an answer to my silly letter I had one.
Then I sensed I wasn’t alone. I turned and mom was
standing at the door of my room. She was wearing a
short brown dress with black stockings and heels. In
her hands were a small cat-o-nine tails and a wooden
ruler.

‘I always knew you were a sissyboy pussy loving
pervert,’ she said with a sneer. ‘Down on your knees
boy.’

Willingly, I sunk to my knees and she walked slowly
towards me.

She stopped and slowly began to raise her skirt, higher
and higher and I got to see her stocking tops properly,
stretched taught across her shapely thighs. Then her
panties came into full view, little black ones with a
white gusset. Sticking her thumbs in at their sides,
she slowly lowered them to the mid point of her thighs
so revealing her now more sparse and graying pubic
hair.

‘Is this what my little pervert of a son wanted to
see?’

‘Yes mom,’ I said shamefully.

‘Does my sissyboy son still love his mommy’s pussy?’

‘Yes mommy, I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve never
stopped thinking about your pussy since…’ My voice
trailed off. Although I was a grown man, suddenly I
felt like I was ten years old again.

‘Then put your pathetic face into the crotch of mommy’s
panties while they are still around her legs.’

‘Now?’

‘Yes now you stupid little bastard! Put your nose right
into the crotch son.’

I shuffled across the floor on my knees until I was
kneeling before her. I looked up and she looked down at
me.

Like she did all those years ago, she pushed my face
between her legs and forced my face into the heavily
soiled crotch of her damp panties. My cock was hard in
a second and without further encouragement, I buried my
nose in the material and unashamedly savoured my mom’s
most intimate bodily scents.

After what seemed like an eternity in heaven, Mom
roughly pulled me away and, without removing her
stilettos, stepped out of her panties, then clasped my
face pushing it onto her pussy. Only then did I realise
how excited she was by what had happened. I could see
her pussy was soaking wet.

Instinctively I wanted to bury my tongue burrowed
between the lips of her pussy and went to do so.

‘Not yet, ‘You pathetic little pervert!’ my mother
screamed at me. She brought the little whip down hard
on my naked back. ‘You’re going to have to earn the
right to kiss mommy’s pussy.’

She turned towards me. I looked longingly at her pussy.
‘My boy, the mommy loving pervert. So you silly little
bastard, you want to be mommy’s pussy slave?’

‘Yes mom,’ I said shamefully, not daring to look in her
eye. ‘I do. You don’t know how much I’ve missed your
pussy mom.’

‘You silly little wanker!’ she purred with a wicked
smile. ‘You and your girlie sized cock deserved to be
humiliated and punished!’

She pulled my face to her pussy and held it there.

‘Remember how I used to tweak your puny little cock
when you were in the shower?’

‘Yes mom.’

‘I’m going to have to teach you there’s a penalty
attached to being a mommy pussy lover,’ she said. ‘You
want mommy’s pussy? Well, you are going to have to do
everything and anything your mommy asks you from now
on. Is that understood?’

‘Yes mom,’ I said from within her pubic bush.

‘OK, then you may suffer at your leisure,’ she said.
‘Because now you have agreed, there will be no turning
back. You will be my pussy slave.’
She turned around and leaning with her hands against
the chest of drawers, presented her backside.

‘Let’s see what you’re really made of; I want you to
lick my asshole!’

I’d never even contemplated licking her asshole, not
even in my wildest fantasies.
Kneeling behind her I smothered the flesh of her
buttocks with kisses.

‘That isn’t good enough!’ she sneered. ‘I SAID I WANT
YOU TO LICK MY ASSHOLE! Get your nose between my cheeks
and smell it first!’

Mom reached behind her and pulled her cheeks to fully
apart expose her little brown rosette. I moved my head
forward and pressed my nose against it.

‘Breath deep, smell mommy’s dirty little asshole.’

Then she pushed her ass into my face. ‘Lick it!’

Gently I circled her asshole with my tongue. The
flavour of her anus immediately exploded on my taste
buds and she moaned in obvious delight.

‘Now put that tongue of yours inside my asshole, you
pathetic little wretch!’

Gaining confidence, my tongue probed deeper, pushing
inside her gammy hole. I dug as deep as I could,
licking and sucking for all I was worth. And every time
I probed, so she moaned in delight and pleasure.

‘You like the taste of my asshole don’t you?’ she asked
contemptuously.

‘Yes mom ,’ I replied.

‘How humiliating is it for you to lick your own
mother’s asshole?’ she asked turning towards me again.
‘Look me in the eyes and tell me!’

I couldn’t help it, but tears welled up in my eyes. She
knew what I wanted. And I wanted to be humiliated and
hurt by her.

‘You pathetic little pervert!’ my mother screamed at me
and slapped my face and then brought the whip down hard
on my naked back. ‘She thrust her pussy towards me.
‘You may kiss me there.’

I started to smother the object of my desire with
loving butterfly kisses.

Pushing me away with a little laugh, she went and sat
on the bed. ‘Come here,’ she demanded. I stood in front
of her, naked and my erection all too obvious.

Her right hand encircled and clasped my balls. Her
sharp fingernails clawed my scrotum.

‘Don’t you dare cum until I tell you!’ she sneered.
”No mommy, I-I’ll try not to,’ I said I wincing as she
dug her talons deeper into my tender skin. ‘Please
mommy, you’re hurting me!’

‘Of course I’m hurting you! You deserve to be hurt. And
now you have confessed your sins, I am going to hurt
you many times Alex,’ she said. ‘Now and in the future
I’m going to punish you because you need to be
punished. You are not just a little pussy loving
pervert, you are a mommy loving pussy pervert and mommy
knows your pathetic cock needs to be humiliated and
punished for all the times it got hard thinking of me.
It’s so small isn’t it? No wonder your wife left you!’

Tears began to well in my eyes again, she had no idea
how close to the truth she was. When Carole, my ex, had
gone off with the other man, her parting remark was
that he had a cock three times the size on mine which
satisfied her in a way that I never could.

But then again, her pussy never excited me in the way
my mom’s did and now I was heading towards heaven.

‘She reached for the wooded ruler. If I hadn’t
initially realised what it was for I did now. Still
clasping my balls in an iron grip, she brought the
ruler down on my erection. Again and again she hit it
with the ruler. I winced and cried out. But she took no
notice.

‘You are a silly little bastard. You are a sissy pussy
loving little slut, she shouted as she hit me. ‘Well
you are going to be mommy little pussy slave from now
on! Mommy’s silly little wanker because you’re a mummy
loving pervert.’

And I loved it, mom humiliating me. The blows from the
ruler on my hard cock only served to excite me even
further… and she knew it.

‘So what do you want most son?’ she asked with a
superior air.

‘You don’t know how much I want to taste you pussy
mom,’ I said nervously.

‘Get on your knees. You can watch mommy playing with
herself. I knelt in front of her and was mesmerised by
the sight of her playing with her clit and sticking her
fingers inside her pussy.

Then she stopped, making me lick her fingers. ‘Is that
what my little pussy loving son wants? To taste his
mommy’s pussy?’

‘Yes, mommy, please mommy.’

‘Then you can make mommy happy and lick her pussy
clean,’ she said, pushing my head down towards her
cunt. ‘At long last my sissy boy son has his wish
granted.’

I didn’t wait to be told a second time. I buried my
face into her pussy, licking her clit and deep inside
of her, tasting my mom, smelling her and savouring her
sex.

She moaned appreciatively and laid back on the bed as I
unashamedly adored and worshipped her powerful and by
now, very wet pussy. She grabbed my hair, directing me
and pulling my face this way and that into her
moistness as she writhed with pleasure.

I knew that my pleasure from now on would be giving her
pleasure and knowing I’d be punished if I didn’t get it
right. Indeed, once or twice she sat up and lashed my
back with the whip ‘Do it right you pathetic little
bastard!’ she screamed.

Suddenly her breathing became quicker and I felt her
shudder. She yelled out as she orgasmed in my face. I
didn’t lick her any more, but stayed gazing at her
pussy, her wonderful old pussy, the sight of which gave
me so much pleasure.

‘On the floor!’ she ordered.

As she rolled off the bed and got up, I went to lay
face up on the floor. Hands on hips, she towered over
me, directly above my face, her dress hitch slightly. I
looked up at her exposed pussy under her dress.

‘This is a special test son,’ she said quietly. ‘Fail
this and you will never ever lick my pussy again.
Understood?’

I nodded as she gradually began to lower herself to a
crouch and then went onto her knees. I couldn’t believe
it; she was going to sit on my face.

In a moment I was being smothered by mom’s beautiful
pussy. She pushed down hard on my face, almost
preventing me from breathing. It seemed to amuse her to
feel me struggling for breath under her. She rode my
face, oblivious to me, using my nose and mouth as a
human machine to satisfy her. Then I felt something
inside her contract. I didn’t realise what was
happening for a moment. Then I tasted the first few
salty drops.

‘Drink my piss . Drink every last drop my son or else!’
she commanded.

A trickle became a stream and my mouth was flooded with
her urine. I gulped it down as fast as I could, but it
kept on coming, I drank as much as I could but some of
it spilled over my face and onto the floor. After what
seemed an eternity the flow of piss ceased and I
spluttered and coughed as she climbed off of my face.

‘There, did you like your old mom’s piss?’ she asked.

”Yes mom, yes…’ I sobbed, quite overcome with
emotion. To be my mom’s human toilet was as pleasurable
for me as it was humiliating.

‘Then you will be my daily toilet slave from now on.
Every time I want to take a leak, you will open your
mouth and drink it.’

‘Y-yes mom,’ I stammered.

‘You didn’t do a very good job did you?’ she said. ‘I’m
going to have to punish you in a very special way for
letting my pee spill on the floor.’

She turned around and lowered herself onto my face
again. ‘Lick my asshole!’ she commanded.

‘I readily began to lick and did deep into her anus
with my tongue. Then I winced, my yelp was because of
the stinging pain in my genitalia, but my cry was
effectively stifled by her ass. Mom had brought the
small whip down hard onto my cock and balls. Again and
again she lashed out with the whip. The sensation was
out of this world. I didn’t know until then the
pleasure that can come from the pain and humiliation of
a cock.

‘Your cock is PATHETIC!’ she screamed as the blows
landed one after the other. ‘A pathetic girlie sized
cock that could never ever satisfy a real woman. Only a
MOTHER could love it!’

Had she kept up the blows and verbal abuse I think I
would have cum, but eventually she stood up. And then
turning towards me again said, ‘My poor little Alex.
Now you mommy is going to fuck you.’

She lowered herself down and onto my rock hard cock.
She took it and slipped into her pussy. My cock by now
was oh so sore, but as I slid into her, the wetness of
mom’s pussy was like a soothing balm.

She rode me, rocking back and forth and as she did so,
tweaked my nipples hard. I couldn’t hold back for long.
I was in heaven, my mom was fucking me, and I squirted
my sperm deep into her loving pussy.

Afterwards she hugged me and gave me a little kiss on
my lips. The kiss became a long and passionate one.

‘I love you mom,’ I said.

‘And I love my pussy loving pervert,’ she said with a
thin smile. ‘And over time, you will show me just how
much you love your mom and my pussy.’

From that day on, mom and I have had many adventures.
Perhaps you’d like me to tell you more about them.

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