So this is my first serious attempt at writing erotic literature outside of DPP, I plan to write a lot more chapters to this story. Suggestions welcome.
The Slutmaker
On a warm Saturday morning Alex Anderson walks down stairs to find his mother and sister sitting in the kitchen chatting. His little sister Mandy, a pretty young brunette with an ass far too big for her small frame, sits on a stool leaning forward at the kitchen bench. Her round creamy ass strains at the fabric of a pair of white short shorts that only cover half of her cheeks at the best of times. His busty redhead mother Sandra busily makes omelettes, her large soft tits bouncing free beneath a short silk kimono. Alex takes a second to admire the view, feeling his cock begin to swell slightly beneath his hastily thrown on sweat pants. He is only a teenager, but he is old enough to have discovered the effect he has on women. A tall youth, he is muscular and handsome, and something about his wicked grin and piercing blue eyes makes women blush and think of sex. But that is not his true power. Alex has found that while his looks and body may make women stutter and stare, it is what is between his legs that turns them into sex-crazed sluts. The guys at school even nicknamed it “The Slutmaker.“ One glance at Alex’s enormous, meaty cock is enough to drive any woman crazy. Even the staunchest feminist or the most uptight prude seems to find themselves falling to their knees seconds after seeing it. It’s as if the mere sight of it unlocks some deep, primal need to be used and abused. And it seems even his own mother and sister are not immune to it’s effects, both of them have taken to stealing less than subtle glances at his crotch while he walks around the house in boxers or briefs. Whether consciously or sub-consciously, both of them have begun wearing less and less clothes when at home, his sister bouncing around the pool in a bikini that would have been too small several years ago, his mother gardening in jean shorts that would be small on a woman with a normal sized ass, her fat ass bulging out as she pulls up weeds, sweating in the hot summer sun. Both of them look up as Alex comes down the stairs, their eyes dragging down his naked, toned torso to the bulge bouncing in his pants as he walks down. Alex enjoys teasing the two of them by wearing sweat pants with no underwear and watching them blush while they stare at the menacing outline of his cock. Almost in unison both Sandra and Mandy stare longingly at Alex’s crotch, then blush, then look away, returning to their conversation.
“Morning sis, morning Mom, how did you sleep?“ Neither Sandra nor Mandy had slept well, mainly because Mandy’s friend Chi had slept over, and Alex spent the night railing her tight little pussy mercilessly. Alex’s room is between Mandy’s and Sandra’s, and both had spent the night lying in darkness fucking themselves silly while they listened to the high pitched squeals and and deeper animalistic grunts coming from Alex’s room. Mandy had to make do with her fingers, but ever since Alex begun to develop, Sandra found herself buying more and more sex toys, so she spent most of last night desperately stuffing a thick dildo in her pussy and asshole, sadly wishing the fake silicon cock was her son’s. Ever since it had become clear any female friend of Mandy’s that slept over would be taking Alex’s cock, Mandy had been inundated with requests to stay over, even from the shyest of girls.
Neither Mandy nor Sandra answers his question, too polite to tell him what they all knew, they were up all night listening to his depraved escapades. Alex casually takes a bottle of milk from the fridge and takes a long, cold pull from it.
“Alex, how many times have I told you, use a glass“ Sandra chides. She wants her voice to come out authoritative and firm, but instead it sounds meek and questioning. Ever since she started to notice her growing son she found it harder and harder to tell him what to do. His muscular body towers over her, and some quiet dark voice inside her tells her it is him that should be telling her what to do.
“Sorry Mom, next time“ Alex says, clearly not meaning it. He wraps his arm around his mother and places his hand on her hip just above her ass, giving her a big kiss on the cheek.
“You always say that“ Sandra says, noticing that her sons gaze has trailed down to her cleavage. The cocky bastard didn’t even try to hide it, but despite herself Sandra could feel her pussy tingling at the attention. The shame of it killed her, but there was no denying her attraction to her son has blossomed into a full-blown obsession. Any time she can get away with it she will watch Alex pump his meat in the shower through a crack in the bathroom door, desperately cramming her fingers into her needy cunt, staring wide eyed at the silhouette of his impossibly thick rod. As if that wasn’t bad enough, recently she has taken it one step further. Alex often blows his load against the glass shower door, and like any messy teenager he doesn’t clean up, leaving an inhuman amount of rich, thick semen oozing down the glass. As Alex leaves the bathroom Sandra tiptoes back to her room, but as soon as he is gone she darts into the bathroom and locks the door. She usually stands staring at the mess for a few minutes, marvelling at the sheer quantity of cum her son’s huge balls are capable of producing. Sandra had worked on a farm when she was younger, and not even horses cum like this. Every morning she battles with herself, the good, proper housewife and respectable business woman battling with her inner slut, a part of her she never knew existed until recently. The slut always wins, and Sandra falls to her knees, hungrily licking and slurping his delicious seed off the glass with her full lips and hot tongue, finger-fucking herself into a frenzy. His cum is like a drug to her, and a warm rush runs through her entire body while his thick creamy sauce runs down her throat. What she doesn’t know is that Alex is completely aware of his mother’s sick habit, and every morning shoots rope after rope of ball-slop across the shower door with the knowledge that in a few minutes his cum-slut mother would be on her knees chugging it down. He was nothing if not generous. Sandra’s cum filled daydreams evaporate when her son clears his throat, she discovers she had been staring up at him hungrily, not even hearing a word he said while she reminisced about the heady taste of his jizz.
“Are you Ok Mom?“ Alex says, moving his hand down slightly so that his fingers brush the side of her ass “I said I’d like an omelette too“
Sandra blushes and turns back to her daughter who is staring suspiciously at her.
“No..umm I mean yes, I’m fine, I’ll make you one right away“
She turns and opens the fridge door, and pauses for a second. There are eggs within reach on the top shelf, but also a couple on the bottom shelf, and with Alex standing right behind her she knows he would get a nice view of her holes were she to bend over, and Mandy’s view would be obscured by the fridge door. She couldn’t possibly be considering doing this could she? What kind of depraved slut would even think of this? As if her body made the decision before her mind did, she finds herself bending at the hips, her short kimono slowly sliding up over her naked ass. She almost never wears panties any more, they get so soaked with Alex around that she has to change them 3 or 4 times a day, so what’s the point? Alex stares down at his mothers immaculate fuckholes, nicely framed by the twin globes of fleshy ass, even he is a little shocked by this brazen display. His Mother’s asshole is a pretty pink rose, her cunt is glistening and swollen, showing undeniable signs of arousal. Alex and his mother have been flirting for months now, their relationship has changed subtly from mother and son to…well to something different. Sandra even wiggles her ass invitingly as she pretends to rummage around in the fridge, she blushes and smiles to herself, not daring to look back over her shoulder, but she can feel her son’s gaze on her sex like the sun through a magnifying glass. Mandy continues to prattle on throughout this, but she is not as dumb as her mother supposes. She may not be able to see her Mom behind the fridge door, but she sure as hell can see her brother staring down with a small grin on his face, the bulge in his pants growing by the minute. Alex’s cock swells and twitches beneath his pants, and when Sandra finally stands up with the eggs she glances down at it, secretly pleased that it is visibly bigger. So he did notice. Mandy’s chit chat is interrupted by Chi walking down the stares slowly, still wearing her school uniform from yesterday. Her pretty Asian cheeks are dark with shame, she knows Mandy and her mother could hear last night, she didn’t care then but she certainly cares now. Her cheeks match the angry bruise on her neck from where Alex had choked her last night while her was demolishing her cunt.
“Umm…thank you very much for having me Mrs Anderson, I’ll go home now. Mandy, I’ll see you at school tomorrow.“ There is an awkward silence as the family watches Chi slowly walk out the door, bow legged. Alex had literally fucked her until she couldn’t walk properly. As Mandy watched her friend leave she couldn’t help but imagine the kind of rough abuse that would make a girl walk like that, and she feels her cunt begin to seep it’s juices through her tight shorts, leaving a small wet patch on the stool. Mandy blushes furiously as she lies: “Mom, it’s a nice day I might go for a bicycle ride.“ Both Sandra and Mandy had developed different ways of dealing with their overwhelming attraction to Alex, for Sandra it was buying ever bigger sex toys and slurping his cum off the shower door, whereas Mandy had become a frequent guest at the gloryhole at the only adult cinema in town. She never actually goes in to the cinema, she just asks the clerk with a sweet smile if she could use the bathroom. The clerk winks knowingly, watching her walk into the mens room. Then he runs into the cinema and informs all the patrons that the supple young slut with an insatiable thirst for cum is back, causing a virtual stampede of horny older men to the mens bathroom. Mandy spends the next couple of hours happily choking on cocks of every size, shape and colour, greedily swallowing every drop of cum until finally she falls back, exhausted and burping daintily with more than a litre of strangers hot jizz sloshing around in her tummy.
Mandy leaves and Sandra is left alone with her son, her pussy throbbing with lust. She wishes she could just turn the damn thing off, like a button, but as they move around the kitchen Alex seems to find any excuse to brush against her, and before long she can feel twin trails of pussy juice slowly making their way down her inner thighs. Part of her hopes her son doesn’t notice, but part of her wants him to see, wants him to know that she is ready, that she needs him inside of her. The rest of breakfast is relatively uneventful until Alex announces he is going to take a shower. Sandra feels her heart beat faster, she knows she shouldn’t watch him again, but with Mandy out of the house the opportunity is too good to pass up, and somewhere deep inside her she knows that in the end she will succumb to her desires.
The hot water beats down on Alex, steam filling the glass shower. The only sound is the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh as he pumps his meaty cock like a man possessed. His member twitches and bucks in his hands as if it had a mind of its’ own. The image of his mother’s tight little fuckholes fresh in his mind. In his dark fantasies she is bouncing all over his cock, eyes dark with lust while he stretches her pussy, asshole, and throat. He feels the familiar rising of the tide, hot seed ready to come surging up from his cum-heavy balls, each one the size of a orange, so close to cumming when he hears it….behind his ragged breathing are quiet, lusty gasps. An evil grin spreads over his handsome face as he turns to face the door. Sandra freezes like a deer in headlights, still knuckle deep in the dripping mess of her cunt. “I know you’re there Mom.”
The door slowly swings open, and there she is, shorts around her ankles, one hand vigorously exploring her hungry crevice, the other holding the door frame for support. Sandra’s face is flushed with desire, mini spasms running though her legs, glistening with trails of pussy-juice. She doesn’t even look at her son’s face, her eyes are locked onto the absurd pillar of fuckmeat between his legs.
Alex’s lips curl into a cruel smirk as he waves his bouncing cock back and forth.
“Is this what you want? You want to watch your own son jack off, you cock-obsessed slut?” Alex’s voice has taken on a timber Sandra’s never heard before, somehow deeper and more commanding, almost threatening. She seems unable to answer, eyes transfixed on his massive rod, both hands slowly stroking the soapy shaft, but she manages to meekly nod.
“On your knees slut.” He orders, and she walks in to the bathroom like a hypnotised zombie, dropping to her knees, her beautiful face only inches from his cock, separated by the glass. Sandra’s eyes are hungry and her mouth is watering, she knows how wrong this is, what kind of terrible mother would even consider willingly watch her own son jack off, let alone finger-fuck herself while her does it? But she has dreamed about this for so long, spent so many nights sadly fucking her holes silly listing to her son fuck some bimbo from school, that now when faced with the object of her sick desire she finds she is completely unable to resist. Slowly Alex begins to pick up the pace, and Sandra joins him, needily cramming her fingers inside as he massages and pumps his arm-sized cock, putting on a real show. Copious amounts of pre-cum leak from the head, gobs of the pearly liquid oozing down the shaft. Alex’s eyes drift down to his mother’s cleavage, her large milky breasts straining at the fabric of the kimono. His voice comes out a guttural command: “Tits. Now.”
As if in a trance her free hand moves to her silky kimono aside, her luscious breasts spill out as if they had been waiting to be freed. She pulls her kimono tight under her soft breasts, pushing them up, wanting to give her son the best wank-fodder she can. Her perky pink nipples are hard as diamonds, and almost unconsciously she begins to pinch and tweak them. The room is filled with the sounds of mutual masturbation, Sandra softly moaning and the rhythmic squelching sound of her fingers pushing in and out of her cock-hungry fuckhole. A single clear tendril of thick girl-cum hangs from her cunt to the floor. By now her face is so close to the glass that her breath fogs it slightly, her mouth hanging open to reveal her perfect soft pink tongue. Sandra stares up at her son with big pleading eyes, like a puppy dog begging for a treat, as he presses his huge shiny knob against the glass, slowly smearing strands of pre-cum all over it. A shudder runs through her whole body as he issues his next command: “Lick.”
Sandra’s hot wet tongue presses against the glass opposite the throbbing cock, both leaving trails of moisture in their path. Wherever Alex slides the head of his monstrous cock, his mother’s pretty little mouth follows, like two magnets on either side of a table. His eyes flit between her lusty mouth and her heaving bosoms, and as if sensing her son’s wishes, Sandra mashes her heavy bosoms against the glass, her soft skin making squeaking sounds as her swollen nipples are dragged this way and that. Alex takes a second to appreciate the situation, his buxom mother, on her knees and transfixed by his cock, panting and finger-fucking herself like some wanton whore. What a way to start the day. In his head she is performing almost every sexual act imaginable, bouncing around on huge cocks, gulping down litres of cum, screaming with lust as she is filled over and over. His hands begin to pick up the pace, his cock so huge and engorged that it requires two hands to pump, balls bouncing with every pump. As if sensing Alex is close, Sandra begins to ram her digits even harder, fucking herself animalistically, desperate to have her steamy tunnel filled. Alex’s huge meat begins to buck and twitch, his legs quivering as large gobs of pre-cum rain down by his feet. Finally he stares deep into his mother’s eyes, and what he sees he doesn’t even recognise, not the prim and proper housewife and business woman, but an obedient mindless cock-obsessed slut. He roars as thick, creamy cum begins to surge up through his shaft, erupting like a volcano over the glass, sending spurt after spurt of jizz splashing against the glass. Sandra has been with several men in her life, and this is so much more than the few measly spurts of cum she has seen other men make. This is a fire-hose of hot, creamy liquid pointed directly at her face, shooting out 10 times amount a normal man could produce. This display finally pushes Sandra over the edge, her convulsing cunt spasms and explodes around her fingers, spraying her nectar all over the bathroom tiles. Her entire body shakes uncontrollably as she watches a seemingly never ending torrent of cum spray against the shower door, her son’s huge juicy balls unloading their creamy cargo until there is so much cum they can hardly see each-other. Sandra collapses face down into a pile, her body quivering in a puddle of her own lust, involuntary moans escaping her lips. Dimly she is aware of the shower door opening, and her son, far too large and muscular for someone his age, stepping over her. The spank catches her unaware, her whole body hypertensive, causing her to to squeal out, her drooling treacherous cunt sprays out again as a result. Wordlessly she feels her son’s soapy fingers sliding towards her swollen lips, parting them and pushing in to the lusty furnace deep inside. His other hand grasps her hair and he uses both to pull her, a stuttering red-faced mess, to her feet, guiding her into the shower, kimono and all. The hot water beats down on Sandra’s fat ass as she feels fingers slowly but insistently explore her juicy depths, forcefully turning her and bending her over, manhandling her until her face is inches away from the curtain of cum. In Sandra’s delirium she is dimly aware of something brushing against her leg. She looks back and her eyes go wide at the sight of her son’s veiny cock, not even slightly diminished, still as hard as ever. She is beginning to understand this cock is not just special because it is enormous. This is a glistening pillar of lust, an endless fountain of cum, a god-cock, and she knows with absolute certainty that she wants to spend the rest of her life worshipping it. Alex chuckles at his mother’s shock.
“Did you think we were done?”
“Oh my god…..oh my god”
“We are not done”
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