*[This is a work of fiction.]*
I thought it’d be a lot harder to get my mom to leave her new husband.
She’d been lonely ever since dad died years ago, going out and hooking up with any man that smiled at her and gave her even a little bit of validation. It all started so innocently; movies and dinner dates, leading up to her staying over at the guy’s place out of consideration for me. Some of them even made it to the boyfriend stage for a couple months. By the time the three year anniversary of my dad’s death came around and I was in college, my mom went from cutesy park dates with handsome men to inviting any old rando over to fuck her brains out.
See, I’m a good daughter; I got accepted to a top school out of state but instead I stayed home and went to a local college to take care of my grieving mommy during an obviously rough part in her life. And what does she do in return? Bend over and spread her legs while neighbors, mailmen, hell even some of my old teachers and boyfriends fuck her into the floor. She was courteous at first, keeping her whore activities in the master bedroom and only when she thought I was asleep. But because she’s a goddamn whore that can’t control herself, she eventually started expanding into the bathroom, the kitchen, even in front of the living room window. I came home early once and found a wet spot on my carpet, and my comforter was gone.
“Accidentally spilled some juice on it, honey,” she told me from the shower after I asked about it. The glass shower door blurred her expression, but her breasts were heaving from how hard she was breathing. The back door was also unlocked, and there was a very large muddy footprint on the walkway.
She had to have been doing this on purpose, sleeping with every man in the neighborhood in the house her dead husband built. More than likely it was to fill the gaping hole dad left, but after a while I started wondering if there was another reason.
“She’s seducing me,” I thought to myself that night. Her little backyard visitor showed up again, his heavy boots stomping up the stairs while she giggled and shushed him. It didn’t take long before I heard her gagging on cock, slurping and choking and no doubt leaving a stain on her carpet. The walls have always been super thin; mom and dad were always careful to not watch TV late at night so I could sleep. I don’t think I’ve ever even heard them have sex.
But that night, I heard it loud and clear. The sound of skin on skin, the sound of the bed squeaking under their weight, her shrill moaning as this mystery man drilled into her. Slowly, my hand ventured down my shorts until I was touching pussy over my panties. I closed my eyes and rubbed at my swollen clit. “Harder, fuck me harder,” I could hear my mom say. I pictured her bent over the bed, held in place by muscular arms, unable to move while she was impaled over and over again by a giant cock. My mother was always a little thick, but her ass and thighs had fattened up considerably over the years. I imagined her milky, fat ass decorated beautifully with hand prints, bite marks, and looking red all over from the impact of this guy’s thighs against her cheeks.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”
Her voice was getting higher and louder, her headboard banging against the wall so hard I thought it’d break. I wished I could carve a hole in the wall and see what was making her scream like that. Did he grab her long, red hair and pull? Did he stick a finger in her ass so he could fuck both her holes? Did he fold her legs behind her head and fuck her until she was squirting?
My panties were soaking wet just from me palming my pussy. I bit my lip and pulled my tank top down so I could fondle my chest. I could fit one of my tiny tits in my hand with room to spare. I used to joke about looking exactly like a shorter, girl version of dad, chest included. Mine was nothing like mom’s; hers were massive, spilling out no matter what kind of top she wore. We stopped showering together when she thought I was too old, but I’ve seen her changing so many times I could practically feel their softness under my hands, taste her hard, pink nipple in my mouth.
I twisted my own sensitive nipple at the thought, moaning quietly while my whore mommy was getting pounded by a stranger in the next room.
“Oh shi- I’m coming, oh God, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Right on cue, she let out her loudest moan yet, as she came on this stranger’s dick. My entire body shook as my own orgasm came, ruining my underwear as I arched off the bed with one hand squeezing my tit and the other still rubbing circles on my twitching clit.
For the first time that night, while I was panting and wiping my fingers on my thigh, I heard the mystery guy groaning as he came inside my mommy. I wondered if he wore a condom, or if he creampied her. I brought my fingers up to my face and started sucking what was left of my come off them. If he had dared to nut inside her, I’d go in there myself and finger it out of her and use my tongue to lick out the rest.
After that night, I was sure she was trying to seduce me. After all, what kind of mother would do all that in front of her daughter if she didn’t want her to fuck her too?
Two could play at that game, I decided.
The morning after, when that man was long gone, I’d hug her from behind and kiss her on the cheek like when I was younger. She loved it so much that I started doing it every morning, pressing my tight body against her back. Over time I would let my hands roam, my hands directly under the swell of her tits some mornings, or even just letting one of my hands wander down toward her hips while my hard nipples poked at her back. I’d leave a quick peck on her cheek or her chin, or I’d linger and kiss softly on the back of her neck while I subtly grinded my hips on her ass.
I asked to borrow her clothes but instead of taking them to my room, I’d change right in front of her. I would stand there naked while pretending to decide on what to pick, or I’d deliberately shake my hips and ass (which had a little meat on it, thank God—the one thing I inherited from her) while putting on one of her slutty dresses.
And most importantly, I asked to bathe with her again. “To save water,” I said. She was reluctant about it, but I got her after saying it was important to remember we couldn’t rely on dad’s money forever.
We showered in the hall bathroom for the extra room, but I wouldn’t have minded being pressed up against her in her tiny stall.
“You’re so sweaty,” I said during our first shower together. It took some extra convincing, but I got to scrub at her back with a washcloth. “What do you even do all day,” I said knowing damn well what my whore mommy was doing all day.
“You know this house requires a lot of maintenance, and you can blame your dad for that,” she laughed.
I hated that. I hated that she brought him up after getting her pussy stuffed all day by whoever came knocking. I told her to lift her arms for me.
“Hey!” She jumped when I touched one of her tits. “You don’t have to wash that, baby.” She was laughing but it was a little breathy. I could see goosebumps on her skin, and her nipples were a little hard. I licked my lips.
Without even thinking, I reached around and lifted her breast to wipe underneath it with the washcloth. “But you don’t wash underneath here, do you?” I smiled, but it took everything in me not to start squeezing and playing with her fat tits until she came. “I’m doing you a favor, mom.”
“Well, i-if you say so sweetie… “
I took my sweet time, lathering up and rubbing her underboob, reaching forward to scrub between them before doing it again with the other breast.
She whispered a small thank you when I was done, and I didn’t miss the way she was pressing her thighs together after. Too easy, I thought to myself. A couple more days and I’d move onto her lower body, her inner thighs, her ass. Soon, she’d be a trembling mess begging her daughter to do the same to her pussy.
Well, that’s what I thought anyways. Until one day she came home saying she was getting engaged…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/v6v9gg/seducing_my_slut_mommy_and_turning_her_into_my