Trust Fun Brings All the Sluts to my Yard: Mommy’s Back Baby! (agegap, milf, incest, dubcon)

You think the most shocking thing that could happen to you in life is losing a family member. I think most people could tell you that a bigger shocker could be a crazy experience with a woman… But even those people don’t know what its like to have one woman make another gag on your cock while calling her things that would get you cancelled! I was standing in a lavishly built washroom staring into the mirror in shock. My pants were pulled back up, even if I hadn’t bothered to properly tuck my shirt back into them. My tie was loosened a bit from where it was at the funeral, but other wise I was still presentable.

If I didn’t think about how my ‘almost’ step-mom Georgia Jackson hadn’t just gagged on what felt like a gallon of jizz while my new-gal-friday, Ameera Ahmad, had gleefully shoved her face down on it. I felt like I was in the twilight zone! The lovely, and extremely professional muslima had been like a woman possessed, she had to have had some kind of chip on her shoulder against Georgia. The darkskinned woman had had an attitude of her own, but had been ready to go down on me to keep her cushy lifestyle. And no, it hadn’t been my idea! But… I hadn’t turned her down. I mean, fuck, she’d practically ripped my pants open to get my cock out, and the ordeal over with.

But when she actually got it, it had got her. My girth had cockshocked the wanna-be trophy wife, and she’d started to really get into the blowjob. I felt like a damn pornstar… But Ameera, I don’t know. Maybe she had lost patience? Maybe she wanted to make Georgia work for it? Or, and I the idea of this one is probably what made me bust that nut so fast, I think she just really got off on making me feel good. Something about how she spoke about pleasing my father. She’d denied every doing anything… Well, like that! And somehow I believed her. But maybe those emotions had been pent up for a while. Fucking insanity.

I was getting lost in my thoughts when there was a gentle knock and the door opened. I whirled around, my tie fluttering out and Ameera entered. “Alexander, are you doing alright?” I looked at her with a expression a little like a cornered deer with a cougar. “Y-yeah Ameera, I”m fine. Just uh…” She gave me a look of sympathy, a sad little smile and a tilt of her head. As if she knew I was just a lost little lamb, but she’d bring me back to the fold.

“I understand that might have been a bit jarring. I know you haven’t had too much experience with women… But you deserve the best. And while I personally think Georgia is a bit distasteful-” her lips curled into a slight moue, “but she is very skilled at pleasing a man. And as I said, she is surprisingly loyal. She just has certain needs.” My mind was whirling. That woman had been my fathers Fiance! For years! She was almost my step-mother! I mean, I know dad would have had a pre-nup, so she never would have gotten to rob him blind but… Well, I guess thats what Ameera meant. She was a woman that was prepared to be with my dad for comfort and money, maybe he thought she had feelings for him? But she had been all too ready to gag on my dick when his body was barely in the ground. And Ameera had seen she could be that for me now. But the pretty persian woman felt… I deserved more?

“Ameera, did you just make Georgia into… my surgar baby?” I’d heard the term and it felt like the most fitting thing. The woman raised and eyebrow and looked into the middle distance for a moment. I could tell she was seriously evaluating it. She nodded slightly, but more to herself than me I thought. Then focused her gaze on mine. “Alexander, great men, have great needs. And they *deserve* to be fulfilled.” The focus on that word made my breath catch slightly.

“My family come from a culture with certain beliefs. Tell me, do you know of the harem?” She pronounced it ha-reem. Which threw me, and my confusion showed. That ‘come here little lamb’ smile returned. “A harem is when a man such as you has caregivers. Special women, and occasionally males, who serve to give him release. To refresh his soul and mind…” She didn’t mention draining his balls, but I think I was starting to catch on. She was treating me like I was a middle eastern sheikh or something!

My mouth opened, try’d to work, couldn’t find words and closed. I grimaced looking away, then took a breath. “I… I won’t say that doesn’t sound kind of, well amazing. But uh… is it legal?” I honestly wasn’t sure if that was the question I wanted to ask. Is it right? Is it insane? Am I going to be accused of raping that woman who I watched cough up my jizz onto her bare tits then wobble out of the room earlier? But Ameera eye’s lit up, her face curving into a smile.

“I already had a contract written up. I took the time to have Georgia sign it as well. She will be the first of your new harem, and have a high place within it.” She nodded, and I had no idea harem’s could have a heirarchy. What the fuck?! And first? Oh geeze, I guess that is implied… My eyes were drilling into the woman in a look of astonishment and more than a little shock. She looked just pleased. “Uh… thank you, Ameera?” It came out like a question for some reason, but she looked even more pleased, her back going a bit straighter. And then I had to ask it. “Uh… Ameera… are you going to be in my…. Harem?” I tried to pronounce it like she did, ha-reem… Because I was kind of hoping the answer would be-

“Oh yes! I would love to be! I had thought to help you manage it sir. I already have replacements ready for my normal duties and can focus the majority of my effort on your personal comfort.” The shear amount of joy she seemed to be having from this was staggering. “I’m so glad you approve of it Alexander. To be honest I’m most likely a bit to old for most harems.” I shrugged and said something to her that I would later realize would have a heavy effect on my future. “Its ok, I kinda like older women. I mean, Georgia is kind of a milf already.” The black woman appeared to be anywhere from 30 to early 40’s, with Ameera, I’d guess in early 30’s herself.

The muslima’s eyes widened, and she definitely took that info to heart. Older women? Milf? Oh, she knew what that term meant… would the young master prefer women of just a certain age? Perhaps ones that were already mothers? Or making them into ones himself?! She had once heard that women reaching a certain age heard their eggs, she certainly never had… until now.

I blinked, just staring at the woman. She had a wide smile on her face, and was actually biting her lower lip in obviously heavy thought. “Uh, Ameera?” She snapped out of it almost immediately. “Yes Alexander?” “This is all crazy as hell, but um, I think I can cope. Yeah, yeah I can cope with this.” I actually smiled a bit, and her own answering one did more to help shore up my confidence. Then I remembered something else. “Wait, did you say my mom was in town?”

“Oh yes Alexander, in fact she’s most likely going to be here so-” She went stiff for a moment. “Oh, excuse me.” She fished a phone out from her clothing, its screen lit up as it vibrated. “Report.” She said into it, then nodded to herself. “I see… Yes she was expected. More or less… Let her in, and have her sent to the front parlor.” I swallowed, was this really happening now? I mean, I was feeling pretty confident, but the idea of seeing my mother again after all these years. Ameera got off her phone and turned her attention to me. “Alexander… well, they say if you speak of a devil, she may very well appear.” She gave me a small sympathetic smile, of course she had a clue that I’d have issues with my mother. “Just remember. You are now the one in control. She can take nothing from you that you do not give. And while she is your mother, she threw away any value for you or your father years ago.” She actually grimaced there, and I got the feeling she felt just affronted by my mother treatment to dad as to me, even if he wasn’t around anymore.

I just nodded. “I know, I’ll be alright. Lets get this over with.” And I prepared to go meet the mother I hadn’t seen since I was 9.

The parlor Ameera guides me to is a another well furnished room. They all are, its a damn mansion. And yes, I’m a bit on edge at this point. Yeah I have a personal harem, but that’s still just kind of blowing my mind. Now I have to deal with childhood trauma. Not as bad as some people, but its mine. Inside is a person, and I swallow hard as I step forward and she turns. Its like looking at a blurry memory with a lot of plastic surgery. Mom was, and honestly still is, a looker. She was around my age when I was born, a full on trophy wife and proud of it. But she wanted more, and unlike Georgia apparently, couldn’t quite let go of that urge. So she’d cheated on dad. Probably a lot. I bet if Ameera was around back then she wouldn’t have gotten away with it nearly as much.

There was a legal battle for a little under a year, my ninth birthday was a particular point of pain as I very clearly learned that mommy didn’t love daddy, and probably didn’t care too much for me. She just wanted a meal ticket. And if there was any doubt of that, it was how she never reached out to me. Hell, I even reached out to her when I was a teen, giving her personal email addresses hoping she’d try… nope. And now here she was. 5’7, plus some heels she was almost eye to eye with me. Her platinum blonde hair went down her back smoothly. Her makeup was perfectly applied, with a soft pink lipstick on her slightly open mouth as she looked up at me. “Alex?”

I swallowed and nodded, and she nearly lunged at me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Oh my baby boy!” Look, I know the truth, I knew it was bullshit. But there was something very nice about it… I felt like I never had a mom. For a split second I flashed to Georgia, her lips leaving my cock head in a wet smear and talking dirty to me. Telling me she was my slutty black mommy… And that actually helped harden my heart, if not my cock against my liar of a mother. Don’t get me wrong, it totally turned me the fuck on, but this was really not the moment! Or was it… mom’s tits were squeezing against my chest like a pair of hot water balloons. I patted her back awkwardly and she finally stepped back. She had blue eyes like me, and I was a darker blonde. Or maybe that was just hair dye? She was wearing red dress with a modest skirt, that was ruined by how deep the neckline was on her massive tits. I couldn’t help but look at them, I mean damn. It was awkward as hell and I knew I was just a bit red faced.

I could see her smirk and start to say something, but I frowned and beat her to the punch. “You know everyone else is in black… Mother.” It was a weird word, and felt very unfamiliar to me. She frowned a bit, surprised but recovered. “Black is for mourning baby, but your father was dead to me a long time ago. I’m here for you!” She pulled an upswing in her tone, and put on a bright cheerful smile. I just grimaced.

“You haven’t ever been here for me, and don’t try to say you wanted to. You never even tried.” She opened her mouth, upset and putting on an even outraged expression. “No,-mother!” I had to force that word out again, “Don’t try it, because **I** tried, and you never even bothered. So don’t start now… Ugh… Look, you want money? I don’t think so, I don’t even know what I have, but if I had all the money in the world I couldn’t see a reason to give you a dime of it.”

She looked openly shocked, but she managed to steady herself. She didn’t break eye contact either, and licked her lips for a moment. Maybe she had some stressed out dry mouth since this wasn’t going the way she had expected. “Alexander… I am your mother. I don’t want, anything from you. What I have is a need. I want to be part of your life. That’s all honey…” She said the last in a almost desperate voice, a hopeful smile on her face. She stepped closer and put a hand on my arm. “Honey… I can do better. I can try to be a mother to you.” And I couldn’t help it, I thought of Georgia again, and I cracked a grin, I snickered for a moment.

Her eyes went wide, her face started to go red. I brought up a hand waving it. “No, no, I just… I had someone else make a similar offer not even an hour ago.” I couldn’t quite meet her eyes as I said it, and I still couldn’t quite kill my smirk. And that was when Ameera took the chance to move in next to me and make herself known. “Its true, I think what you want would be a valuable assistance Miss Reynolds.” Amaara said my mothers maiden name. Mom gave her a glare, with some outrage, and a bit of confusion there too. “Who exactly are you?” Then she thought better of it as something occured to her. “Wait, are you Alex’s… girlfriend?” She had a slight sneer on her face and looked Ameera over. I could see the judgement in her eyes of a number of things. Perhaps race? Age? That Ameera’s curves were undoubtedly natural compared to mom’s implants? Hell I think the woman had work done on her ass the way her hips stuck out in that tight red get up.

“I am Alexander’s assistant and overseer to his Harem.” She said it simply enough, and with a note of pride. My eyes bulged that she just said it! “A hairy? Haree… a harem?!” The woman’s eyes went wide and she gave me direct look of shock. Then her eyes went over me again, as if she was seeing me for the first time, in a very different way. “A-alex… I wouldn’t have thought you the type….” She had her hands up over her mouth in surprise, and swallowed hard. I was at a loss of what to say, but Ameera never seemed to have that problem.

“Alexander is now one of the wealthy and, and potentially influential men in this country, and most likely much farther. He has many burdens, and the least that can be done is to ease his needs. And yes, one of his Harem attendants made offers of being a… matriarchal stand in.” Me and my mom were both looking at her in shock. Mom for what she said, me for the bullshit she just spout! Matriachal stand in? Ha, well I guess Georgia’s big black mommy tit’s were more than I ever got from the bimbo in front of me! Oh shit I was openly grinning now, barely able to hold in the chuckle.

“Sorry ‘mom’, I just don’t think I have a need for you here.” I said the words to her, I didn’t care if they were particularly heartless. The woman’s face was red as hell and I could see the agitation there growing. She grit her teeth and was undoubtedly looking for a response to all of this. But Ameera, always there looking for the best way to please me went that extra ten fucking miles as I was growing used too. Metaphorically anyway. “Miss Reynolds, if you wish to have a place in this household you will have to show Alexander that you can do more than just attempt to be a mother, I’m sorry to say but you must know after all these years it rings hollow.”

She was shockingly sincere with the last, and I could tell it actually struck something in the old bimbo. She gaped for a moment, then her mouth closed and opened rapidly like a fish out of water. I was doing a more internal version that was similar, was Ameera trying to do what I thought she was… Oh fuck… I suddenly realized I was looking at my mom… and not in the eyes. She was curvy as hell. Her breasts stuck out stiff and perky, and very large. Her body wasn’t in perfect shape, a bit soft in age, but honestly it went better with her outlandish tits and ass. And that ass… I could see her hips from here, they were squeezed by her dress and I was sure she’d had some work done there, injections? Mom had actually gotten some money out of dad. A drop in the bucket compared to what he was worth, but still a good amount. Essentially fuck off money from the old man and his high priced lawyers.

My eyes finally tracked up and I met her eyes. She had seen me looking, and her face was red. She swallowed hard, and god help me all I could think about was how her pink bee stung lips would look around my cock. I had a thought, and decided to say it aloud. “You know what… Karen?” I saw her flinch when I used her first name. “I don’t know if I could ever see you as a mother… not when I mostly just remember you as the bimbo that broke dad’s old heart. But Ameera’s right, heh, she usually is. I think I can find a place for you in my life. On your knees.”

Karen Reynolds, long bereft of the name Carmichael looked at her only flesh and blood child, the one she had betrayed and abandoned just like his father. And for all that it was disgusting, and terrible, and so very, very wrong. She could feel her knees going weak. Next to him the middle eastern looking bitch had wide eyes, and flared nostrils as she breathed hard. The woman looked, of all things, proud of the rich son of a-! She was the bitch… She made a strangled cry without fully opening her mouth. And Ameera, harem manager extraordinaire reached out and dropped on the ground, one of the cushions from the nearby couch. And Karen dropped onto it, panting hard as her life took a disgustingly taboo turn. And her shaking hands reached up to begin undoing ***her son’s belt*****.**

She wasn’t as quick and efficient as Georgia had been. My eyes were wide and attentive as I took in the details. I noticed how her nails were expertly done, long and colored to match her dress with small gem inserts on the ring fingers. My belt came free, the button was popped, and they fell down to my knees. She pulled my boxers as well, and then gasped. Ameera made a lighter sound, less shocked and more excited. And the corner of my mouth began to raise up.

My cock was mostly soft, just beginning to be excited as all this drama came to a most extreme end. And it was not clean… my shaft was still slightly slick in places, mostly around the tip where moisture had caught from Georgia’s expert blow job. But more obvious, the length of my cock was smeared in dark red lipstick. My mother looked at it, then up at me. “Georgia wanted to be my mommy too. She made a damn good case for it… but maybe you can do better?” The woman’s eyes were wide, and watering up a bit. Her unsteady hands gripped my shaft and started to stroke it.

“Its… oh honey… you’re much larger than your father…” I grimaced, dad had been an old man. “What about the pool boy mom? Am I bigger than him?” I growled the words, and she flinched again, but kept stroking. “Y-you’re… oh baby, you have one of the biggest I’ve ever seen…! And its not even hard…” She said the last in tones of desperation, and just a little fear. And fuck me, my cock throbbed. My crazy bitch of a mother actually squeaked when she felt it, but her experienced hands started to stroke faster.

Ameera had fallen back onto the couch she’d taken the cushion from. Part of her wanted to join, but she felt that her lord needed this, in more ways than one. She was watching him blossom into the man he could be… and get jerked off by his own mother! It was so taboo! She was soaking wet and barely able to resist the urge to reach between her legs. And unable to stop, started to undo the buttons at the top of her long skirt.

“Don’t just stroke ‘mom’, I want to see some pink on my cock!” And I reached out a hand to grab her platinum locks. She made a sound between a cry and a moan and I yanked her face closer. My cock was fully hard and the length of it slapped against her face, the tip pressing up into her hair and the balls down past her chin. “Open… your mouth… You slut!” And as she did I pulled my cock back, the tip dragging down her face leaving a snail trail of precum. Her mouth opened wide, and I drove my shaft into her mouth. “HNNNG!” I growled out as she tried to shriek around my cock. Her mouth filled with saliva rapidly, and I brutally began to thrust into it. Her swollen pink lips making a mess around my cock rapidly, and with a groan I shoved it in all the way, deepthroating my own mother. Those tears that had started to well up now seemed to run down her face in dark streaks of mascara.

“Slut… Slut of a mother… take my fucking, HNNG!” I shoved it in again and again, short quick strokes where I was fucking her throat as much as her mouth, my balls slapping wetly against her chin! It was so rough that her barely restrained top gave up the ghost and collapsed as her fat fake tits popped free! I gave a moan of triumph, watching her try to cover them, but I yanked her hands free. “Stop that you bitch! You want to show those tits off, so you can show them off for me!” I grinned viciously and her eyes started to roll back in her head.

I grimaced for a moment, she was barely hanging on. Honestly I think it was just as much from all the insane drama as from the oral abuse… I pulled my cock out. Holding her hair with one hand she gasped as my schlong game free in a long wet SCHWELCH sound. The length of it smeared in fresh pink, and a thick layer of throat slime. A line of of saliva connected the tip of my cock to her abused lips, they were even more swollen now. And I couldn’t help it, I swung my hips, thrust a bit, and cock slapped my own mother with my cock. It elicited cry’s of surprise from her and Amaara, the latter being more joyful. I looked over to my Harem manager and saw her skirt open and a hand pushed inside. The seam ran up one thigh and was still mostly over so i couldn’t quite see between… but I could see one very long lovely leg. She looked a bit bashful, but I grinned at her and I swear I could see her hand move faster from the wordless encouragement, her breath a panting mess.

I looked down at mom. She was panting hard, and I actually shoved back as I let go. She tumbled back, onto her elbows. Her tits were out and wet with spit sprinkled on them liberally from my heavy balls. As she fell back her spreading legs made her dress ride up and I saw a pair of pink panties, lacy and almost shear. “I’ve already throated one slut today… but you want to prove you can do better mom? Then prove it. Show me why I should keep you around. Why I should have my… Mother, back in my life.” The word was said with some nasty contempt.

She was panting hard, a look of desperation on her face. “Do eet… Spread your legs for your son you harlot, you know its the ooonly waaay…” Amaara spoke up from the side, frigging herself relentlessly as she encouraged a woman to let her own son plumb her depths. But damn, I was horny now, and I wanted it… I decided to make it easier for her to decide. I dropped down as well, her head snapping to me. “Alex… Alex b-b-baby, this isn’t-!” I gripped her knees and spread them, I reached down got one finger, then several into her panties. Then with a snarl I yanked roughly and one side of the waist band snapped around her hips as I pulled them down. They fell limp around one ankle in tatters and there was the place of my birth.

Mom’s pussy… was nice. It was completely smooth, not a hair. I wondered if she shaved, or waxed? She seemed like the kind of bimbo that might go all the way to permanent removal… that thought turned me on. My mom really was a bimbo, a slut who loved to get fucked. And now I’d make her my personal hole. I settled between her legs, she was still murmuring things, but not in anyway truly trying to stop me, or even cover her tits at this point. My cock came to rest ontop of her slit, and my girth made the opening seem tiny. Not for long… I leaned back, pushed my cock down, and ground the tip of my member against her hole. She couldn’t help but let out a small moan. My cock was nice and slick, but her pussy was far from dry, that made me grin in triumph. I pushed the tip down against her a bit rougher, her pussy spreading out and the head of my cock went in with a angry shove of my hips.

The fat head of her son’s cock spread her pussy out and Karen’s eyes went wide. One hand grabbed uselessly at the tiled floor and the other slapped over her mouth in a moan. Oh god, why was her son so fucking big?! And he wasn’t going slow, she looked up at him, his grit teeth, and the way his nostrils flared as he pulled in a breath and his hips thrust hard. “OH GAWD!!” Cried the bimbo milf for her own son.

I jammed my cock into her. I drilled her cunt with a reckless abandon. I shoved in deep and hard, and could feel her pussy cling to it like a velvet glove. “UNNNG!” I reached down, and grabbed her breasts. “Oh fuck… OH fuck…” I squeezed them ass she moaned, and the sight of my mothers face drove me wild. In the back of my brain it was still mom. The woman who I had the oldest memories of affection for… but now it was like a parody. Her face was heavily in makeup, but it was a mess. Her eyes were a bit red, and the mascara around them has spread out in a wet mess, and run down her cheeks, then back some. Her full lips were so much bigger than I ever remembered, and now a mess of pink lipstick and spit. Her face had obviously had some surgery, and all of it just reinforced her as a thing made for fucking. I almost wished I was back balls deep in that mouth, but as I squeezed her fake tits and she cried out I knew I was exactly where I needed to be.

“That its mom, take my fucking cock! OH fuck, you bimbo milf… Unng! You love it don’t you mom?! You’re mine now, your son’s fucktoy! Oooh fuck, oh fuck… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum in my mom! HNNNG!!” I came my fucking brains out. And I gotta say, it was one of the most emotionally freeing moments of my life. And that’s pretty fucked up.. but damn it felt good.

Her eyes went wide, and I’m pretty sure she came with me. She moaned her heart out, actually drooled down her chin, and I felt her legs wrap around my hips and not let go. My fat cock pumped out a thick outpouring of my baby batter into her. I’m wondered if she was on birthcontrol, but figured she was probably more the type to baby trap a man than keep him from scoring a goal. I could be worried about it… but it was so fucked up and taboo it just turned me on more. Knocking up my own mom? Holy shit… Plus I knew Ameera had my back legally.

I was bent over my mother as she panted. I felt her pull at me, and her lips puckered for a kiss, I grimaced and shoved back. She looked honestly hurt. “Mom… I’m not gonna kiss you after you’ve been slobbing on my knob, geeze. Maybe after you clean up some.” I looked away when I said it, and could feel my cheeks redden a bit. “O-oh… Ok baby.” It was so surreal.

“Ya’ll white people are sooo fucked up…” Georgia Jackson stood at the entrance to the parlor looking at them. Ameera wasn’t white, but she was also much less fucked up from the couple on the ground. The black milf shrugged, it had been hot as fuck, and she was honestly looking forward to her turn with that bitch breaker.

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