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By Stan
Mummy wakes her teenage son with a sloppy blowjob. ..and then it the dog’s turn…
Katie, a tired but devoted mother in her mid-30s, stumbled into Stan’s room every morning, her eyes half-lidded from the struggle of an early alarm. Her soft, bare feet whispered against the cold, wooden floorboards as she approached the bed, the morning light casting long shadows across the room. Stan, still lost in the depths of his teenage slumber, lay sprawled out on his back, the blankets tangled around his legs, and a gentle snore escaping his slightly parted lips.
Her eyes fell upon her son’s growing frame, her gaze lingering on the tentative bulge under the fabric of his pajama bottoms. A knowing smile played at the corners of her mouth as she reached out, gently stroking the fabric. He was well hung for a 14-year-old, a fact she never failed to appreciate.
With a gentle tug, she pulled the elastic waistband down, freeing his cock from its confines. It flopped out, heavy, thick even in its flaccid state.
Her eyes gleaming with anticipation, she leaned over him, her breath warm against his skin. She took his softness into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, coaxing it to life. She felt a quiver run through him, a subtle jerk of his hips, and knew he was slowly waking up.
Stan’s eyes shot open, and for a moment, surprise flickered across his face. But it quickly melted away into a lazy smile as he felt her warm, wet mouth engulfing him, her cheeks hollowing as she took him in deeper. He groaned, his body responding instinctively to the pleasure she provided.
Katie was indeed an eager greedy mummy slut, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that was far from maternal. She loved the feel of his young cock in her mouth, the taste of him as he grew hard, filling her with a warmth that had nothing to do with the early morning chill. Her hand wrapped around the base, her thumb stroking the sensitive skin there as she worked her mouth up and down, her cheeks hollowing with every suck.
Her other hand found its way to her own pussy, her fingers slipping between her wet folds. She moaned around his growing shaft, the vibrations sending shivers through his body. She was so desperate for this, craving the feeling of his cock in her mouth like a drug she couldn’t live without. Her own arousal grew with every gulp she took, her hips rocking slightly as she pleasured herself in time with her ministrations on him.
Stan’s eyes remained locked on the ceiling, watching the shadows dance as Katie’s head bobbed up and down. His hands found her hair, gripping tightly as he began to thrust upward, meeting her strokes with his own. He pushed her head down, holding her there as his cock slid into her throat, making her eyes water and a muffled gag escape her lips. She didn’t resist, though; she never did. Instead, she swallowed, taking him deeper, eager to show him how much she enjoyed this twisted little morning ritual of theirs.
Her nose was buried in his pubes, and she could feel his balls tighten against her chin as he chased his orgasm. His hips bucked wildly now, his breath coming in harsh, stuttered gasps. He was so close, so very close, and the thought of it sent a thrill of excitement through her. She didn’t care if she was just a vessel for his pleasure, didn’t care if he was too lost in his own sensations to consider her feelings. All she cared about was making him cum, feeling his hot seed fill her mouth and throat.
Katie’s own pussy was sopping wet, and she could feel her clit pulsing with every beat of her heart. She picked up her pace, her hand moving faster on her own cunt, her thumb flicking against her sensitive bud as she sucked harder on Stan’s cock. She could feel the tension building in him, could almost taste his impending release on her tongue. And when it came, it was like a flood, a hot, sticky rush that she eagerly swallowed down, her throat muscles working to milk every last drop from him.
He held her head firmly in place, his cock buried in her throat, as it began to soften. She didn’t move, not even when his grip loosened and his breathing evened out. She just remained there, savoring the intimate moment, her eyes closed in bliss. The salty, bitter taste of his cum was still strong on her tongue, and she swallowed again, as if to make sure she hadn’t missed any of it.
After a few moments, Stan’s hand fell away from her hair, and Katie pulled back with a satisfied slurp. She sat up, wiping a stray strand of saliva from her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked at her son with a mix of love and lust in her eyes. “Mum,” he said, his voice thick with sleep and satisfaction, “I need a piss.”
Katie’s smile grew wider, and she scooted back on her knees to give him room to get out of bed. She watched as he swung his legs over the side, his half hard cock bobbing slightly as he stood up. “Go ahead,” she said, her eyes never leaving his cock. “Fill Mummy up.”
Stan looked at her for a moment, his gaze a mix of confusion and arousal. He knew this was wrong, knew it deep in his bones, but the sight of his mother kneeling before him, her mouth open and eager, was too much to resist. He stepped closer, placing his cock head in her willing mouth.
With a groan, he began to piss, the hot stream filling her mouth. Katie’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she swallowed greedily, her throat working overtime to take all of him in. She gulped down his piss, her cheeks bulging with the effort, not wanting to waste a single drop of her son’s essence.
But she couldn’t keep up with the force of his morning stream, and soon it began to dribble down her chin and neck, soaking the collar of her nightgown. She didn’t care. The taste of him, the smell of his arousal, it was all she needed to push her over the edge. Her hand worked her clit faster, her body trembling with the beginnings of her own orgasm.
As the last drops fell from his cock, she pulled away, her mouth open and glistening. Stan watched as the pee cascaded down her chin, onto her chest, staining the fabric a dark, wet patch that grew larger by the second. He couldn’t believe this was his mother, the woman who had taught him to tie his shoes and read bedtime stories, now eagerly taking his piss like it was the sweetest nectar.
“Mum, you’re such a fucking slut. I bet you’d suck the dog’s cock if I told you to,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of revulsion and arousal. Katie’s eyes snapped up to meet his, a spark of challenge in her gaze. She knew he was testing her, pushing the boundaries of their twisted relationship.
Her hand didn’t stop moving on her clit as she looked at him, her tongue flicking out to catch the last droplets of piss from the corner of her mouth. “Would you like that, baby?” she asked, her voice low and seductive. “Would you like to watch me do that?”
Stan felt a twist in his gut, a strange mix of disgust and excitement. “Yeah,” he breathed, his cock hardening again at the thought. “Yeah, I would.”
Katie’s eyes lit up with a wicked gleam. She knew just how to push his buttons, how to get him to crave more of her depraved attention. “Then go get him,” she said, her voice a throaty purr. “Bring him to me. I’ll show you just how much of a slut I can be for you.”
Stan didn’t need to be told twice. He hurried out of the room, his own excitement building with every step. Down the hallway, he could hear the faint sound of the dog’s tags jingling as it stirred from its slumber. He reached the door to the utility room, where their pit bull, Brutus, slept, and called out to him. “C’mere, boy,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. The dog’s nails clicked against the floor as he lumbered over, his tail wagging lazily.
Brutus followed him back to the bedroom, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He jumped up onto the bed, his powerful legs pushing the mattress down with a soft thump. Katie looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with excitement, her hand still buried between her legs. She reached out and petted the dog’s head, her other hand moving to the sheath that covered his cock.
It was clear that she had done this before. Her movements were practiced, sure, as she gently pulled back the skin to expose the thick, red shaft beneath. Stan watched, his own cock now fully erect, as his mother stroked the dog’s cock, her hand moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She leaned in and took a deep sniff, pulled a face but didn’t stop, a twinkle in her eye that suggested she was enjoying every moment of this depraved act.
Greedily, she took the tip of Brutus’s cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving Stan’s. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, and the dog whined in response.
Katie worked the dog’s shaft with a fervor that was unsettling, her hand the base as her mouth worked up and down the shaft. Brutus’s tail thumping against the bed. The sound of her suckling filled the room, punctuated by the occasional gag as she took him deeper.
Stan watched, his own hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking in time with his mother’s movements. He couldn’t believe he was getting off on this, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him. “You’re such a dirty slut,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Katie pulled her mouth off Brutus’s cock with a pop, her cheeks flushed and her eyes shining with excitement. “You like watching that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice a low growl. “You like watching your mother be a dirty whore.”
Stan didn’t answer; he couldn’t. His hand was moving faster now, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he watched the scene unfold before him. He had never felt so aroused, so conflicted in his life. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Katie’s hand left her own pussy and moved to her asshole, her slick fingers slipping in and out with ease, lubing her ring with her own juices. She knew what her son wanted, what he needed to see. With a wink, she climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on all fours, her plump ass high in the air. “You want Mummy’s ass, baby?” she teased, her voice dripping with lust.
Stan could only nod, his grip on his cock tightening. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life, his mother offering herself up to him in such a depraved way. He stepped closer, his eyes locked on her asshole, puckered and begging for attention.
Without hesitation, he positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, his heart racing in anticipation. He pushed in, feeling the resistance give way as she moaned, the sound muffled by the dog’s cock still in her mouth. She was so open, her ass was clearly well-used, and the thought of his mum being such a slut only made him harder.
As he began to fuck her, his mum’s mouth never left Brutus’s cock. She bobbed faster, her cheeks hollowing then bulging. The dog’s knot was swelling, and she could feel it growing larger in her hand, a indicator of his impending climax. Her eyes watered as she took it all, her throat stretched to its limits, but she never stopped, never even flinched.
Suddenly, Brutus’s cock grew even larger, his knot swelling until it was the size of a base ball. With a deep, guttural growl, he came, spurting hot, watery cum into her mouth. Katie swallowed greedily, but it was too much. It overflowed, spilling out over her chin, down her neck, and soaking her nightgown. She coughed and gagged, her throat trying to keep up with the deluge, but she was relentless in her pursuit of his seed.
Stan watched with a mix of horror and fascination as his mother continued to suck the dog’s cock, her eyes watering He felt his own orgasm building, his hips moving faster and faster, driving his cock in and out of her asshole with a ferocity that surprised even him. He pulled almost all the way out, feeling the tight ring of muscle clench around the head of his cock before plunging back in, balls deep, the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh filling the room.
Katie’s hand moved to her own clit, her fingers working in a frenzy as she approached her own climax. Stan stiffened as he emptied himself into his mothers bowels, his cock pulsing with the force of his release. He could feel her tighten around him, her body shaking with the intensity of her own orgasm.
When he finally pulled out, her asshole was gaping, his cum dripping out. She turned to face him, her eyes hazy with pleasure, a trail of dog cum down her chin. “Was that good, baby?” she asked, her voice thick with satisfaction.
“That was fucking amazing,” Tom, Katie’s husband, said from the doorway, his voice thick with lust. He was barely visible in the early morning light, his tall, muscular frame cast in shadow, his hand wrapped tightly around his hard cock.
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