Mom became disgustingly slutty as she fell further into the lifestyle, during our temporary cease-fire. Her body became just as fake and as perverted as mine. Her appearance was objectively degrading. Among her cum-stained black outfits were shirts and leggings with ‘cumslut’, ‘bimbo doll’, and ‘daddy issues’ written on them in big, bold, pink letters.
During this phase i kept my plans secret. Mom was a smug bitch – thought she had won for good, and settled into a general amount of sluttiness just barely past mine. She had fucks every other night just like me. She had lost her sense of privacy or basic decency, hell, she even acted like a dumb bimbo whore and spoke with a horny, stupid tone of voice. And fuck, it turned me on to see her like that.
Mom differed to me in some ways in how she was a slut. Mom prefered to be completely nude around the house, where as i liked to be dressed in my cum-stained outfits constantly.
Mom preferred to act and think like a dumb whore, but me not so much. Its that difference that will ultimately help me win.
Long ago i had begun a system. In my phone, every guy i fucked would have their name changed to include a winky-face emoji
I opened a group message, and clicked down, down the list. It must’ve been an hour or more of just scrolling and tapping names, selecting them for my final plan.
And hell, i only had to send one message. They organized so quickly. Within days they had put down ground rules (though none had to do with me, thankfully), had appointed guys to take pictures and video, had discussed food, booze, and other stimulants to bring, everything was thought of. The mob organized itself to ruining me as much as possible, and doing so in a systematicly grotesque way.
The date grew closer and closer. I found out some things about mom, like how she was fucking her boss as well as her boss’s boss, and smiled to myself as the days ticked down to my victory while she bragged about her slutty adventures.
Everyday it seemed like i got more and more horny with anticipation – i became constantly excited as the days were only single digits now. The group chat was insane – buzzing and blinking with the worst hell of manly impulses to destroy me and dominate me. And still, mom had no idea. When she was to get home from work at exactly 7:00pm on that friday night – she would come home to a delight only known to the dirtiest of sluts. And she will know that only a disgusting daughter like me could of organized something so terrible.
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And suddenly one day, i found myself in that moment. My one condition – no one touches me until mom gets home.
A pile of clothes was in my bedroom, neatly sorted into piles stacked high and all around. Naked bodies were all around me, while i kneeled on the floor in a tight, transparent, fishnet onesie, that was yet unsoiled by cum. My skin craved its warm, sticky feeling, it felt as if a sense of OCD cried out for me to allow them to abuse the fabric of my life and body and identity, and my pussy dripped. All those guys around me, with their big, eager cocks, all knowing full well that they could do anything to me.
I was in the center of the living room, guys standing around me, their eyes going between my massive fake breasts just under the fishnets, and the clock, oogling the 7 mark like they were going to explode. And at last, a car door outside.
The door twisted open, a pair of red high heels entered, a cum-stained top, a mouth hanging open.
I barely got the time to say, “Hi mommy,” before the guys just above me tugged on my hair and pulled my mouth onto their dicks. They collectively gathered around and i lost sight of mom, but heard her breathing quicken. They lifted my ass of the floor – some of them i recognized, others i didn’t – and tore my fishets apart. In a flash, one was now under me, cock at my pussy, the other positioned at my ass. Thick, cold lube was rubbed over my holes, and immeadiately they went to work, simulatanously penetrating my holes. My throat was violently gagged, spit erupted from my mouth only to be ripped from one cock and wrapped around another which gagged me again and again.
One of the guys had a few bottles of oil and their hands collectively sprayed and rubbed it over me, lubing my entire body. More deepthroating, my mouth passed from cock to cock. They tugged at my hair and grabbed me by my neck, some of them even choking me.
It was agreed on prior to the event that the guys should cum as soon as possible – because of the sheer amount of guys there. In the distance of the room, i heard the slopiness of the thick gag-spit erupting from my mothers mouth, as she submitted to the crowd’s demands, and i felt the coming onslaught.
The first cumshot came directly in my ass, and another cock took its place, even bigger than the last one. More cumshots came, into my pussy, on my breasts, back, stomach, legs, arms, face and hair, and many more down my throat. It got everywhere, it soiled my skin like my outfits, covering me and heating me up, and filled my insides. It made me smile and heightened my pleasure, making my insides and outsides feel a warm, liquid sensation that filled my mind. I became dumb and adrift, i was fully engorged into a submissive state.
I opened my eyes, cocks still throatfucking me, to hazily see my mother brought into the center of the room directly in front me. Her make-up ran like black tears, her precious cum-stained, slut-marked outfit ripped across her ass and pussy, ripped to shreds all over her body, and yet still soiled with more cum. It drenched her face just like mine. Her face was red on one side, her throat and pussy fucked throughly just across from me. The guys said something i couldn’t make out, right before the cocks were pulled out of our mouths and our lips were brought together, held close by hands at our necks. It was at that point i had my first orgasm. Our oiled up, filled, soiled bodies embraced each other as cocks used us and hands abused us, spurts of cum landing on our faces and mixing between her mouth and mine.
It wasn’t over yet though. Sure, i few dozen of loads had been spent, the gangbang had already nearly covered us both. But many cocks remained.
It made me scream and moan, but even right after my pussy had convulsed on one cock, spent – i had many more still lined up. The abuse went on, and on, and on; mom’s eyes had rolled into the back of her head and stayed there seemingly permantly. The moans that came out of our mouths were the perfect, poetic tune, a mix of pain and pleasure and pleasure derived from pain. They did all sorts of terrible things. They filled plastic cups with cum and forced us to drink it in between hard liqour shots to get us drunk. Mom got wasted, they made her keep drinking all sorts of fluids and then made me watch as she pissed herself while a cock fucked her even harder, and crowd made me piss on her in turn. The longer the fucking went on the worse it got, the dirtier guys had saved themselves for last. Mom and i took turns slurping the cum from each others filled holes. We were drunk, cum drunk, cock drunk, abused slaves. And no matter how sore my pussy became, they oiled me up and lubed up my holes and kept going. And i liked it, no matter how bad it got. I just kept thinking to myself: i win. When mom looked at me with that look, a combination of bewilderment and dirty pleasure, she knew i had won, for good.
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I woke up sprawled across the floor. Across the room, mom was out, but one guy was still fucking her pussy. He came inside her, the last cumshot of the event, and recovered briefly. He gave my ass a smack directly on its red spot where a thousand smacks must’ve happened just there, and left; didn’t even bother to close the front door. It was left wide open, just as us – now open and at the will of men, addicted to sluttiness and submission.
I opened my mouth to wake up mom, but cum just flowed out, suprising me in that i didn’t even realize my mouth had cum in it. The trash of partying was all over the floor, as well as spent bottles of oil and lube and other sex toys. Hell, even clothes of ours from our dressers were on the floor, also covered in cum. I must’ve blacked out at some point.
Standing was hard. Up and down my body, i was sore. I smelled of all sorts of body fluids, as well as lube and someone must’ve poured alcohol on me too. Still i reveled in it, it was my personal high. It was the most digusting i had ever felt, and i really didn’t want to shower, though i knew it would help me recover.
Up and down mom’s body the guys had taken black sharpie and written their names – like a fucking check-in form with names written from her neck to her feet and back up again, along with degrading names and phone-numbers and tally marks above her pussy.
I went to her and rested my head between her legs. The cum leaked from her pussy but my mouth didn’t have the power to move. So i just watched it run slowly.
Mom woke up, finially, sitting up from the floor.
“Okay. You win. You don’t have to brag.” She said.
“Mom, what we just did? I think… i think we can call it even.” I said, struggling to speak.
Mom smiled, and gave me a soft kiss on my lips, the dirtiest most incestous cum-covered booze-breath lubed-up sluttiest kiss ever had.
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