The gangbang of me and my mother was like being cleansed of all inhibitions; we had been reborn as even worse sluts than before.
Mom played with her neck while she masturbated on the couch, watching tv. She often craved a strong hand wrapped around her neck, she tried to choke herself but her own hand was never tight enough for her.
Mom’s skin may crave hard impacts and constriction, but after the gangbang? God, my skin needed jizz sprayed all over me regularly or I just start feeling different. I’ve come to love and expect loads to land on my big fake tits, my stomach, and especially my face often. Its become a kind of OCD at this point.
Mom grabbed my head as i was sitting down with her on the couch.
“Come here you little slut!” Mom said, making me bite my lip as she threw me down on the floor, between her legs.
I hesistated, wondering if maybe she wanted me to hit her. Instead, in my pause, she hit me. Slapped me right across my slutty face. Well, i know i love it when men do it, but mom? Hell no.
I stood up and slapped her straight across the face just as she had done to mine. I felt a primal sense i hadn’t felt ever before, as i took my hand and wrapped them around her neck, pushing her into the couch, squeezing hard. I had worked out my arms more than mom, and i choked her way harder than she ever could herself.
The way mom looked at me – i wanted to bring her pain but i’m starting to think its more pleasure for her than pain somehow. Fucking **whore**. I remembered all the times when she was pissing me off as a kid; all the times i wanted to slap her bitch face. I felt something like magma rising in me, filling my head.
I slapped her again, and again, and again; harder and harder and harder still. The noises she made through her struggling throat gave me a smile on my face; her hand was a blur on her pussy, eyes rolled back into her head, drool splattering to the left and right with every stroke. Her lipstick smudged, her makeup ran, her tears flowed like rivers. But her mouth, her eyes…
The way she looked at me was like love. This was our slutty, whore-ish, bimbo reality now; abusing her was a favor to her, making her love me all the more for it. I paused slapping her just for a moment and she looked disappointed. As punishment, i took my cum-stained panties off and stuffed them into her mouth, my wet pussy surely leaving a taste for her. She was getting close, and with a few more slaps, her eyes rolled back into her head.
Just as she orgasmed i let loose her throat, allowing a flood of pleasure to her brain. Her orgasmic moaning echoed through the house like an all-penetrating demonic scream of pleasure and pain. She shook and gasped, hips quivering in place helplessly. Satisfied with the domination of my mother; i sat next to her. Her face was discolored and would be bruised for days.
She fell asleep right there. I suppose she was satisfied. This was routine, not abusing my mom per say, but breaking down barriers. Every week we break something new; we become even more disgusting and slutty and indulge the most primal desires.
I mean, how much farther can we really go? We live like this now. Its almost normal, breaking taboos with my mom. Taking cock isn’t even that exciting anymore, only taking many at one time is. I have a group chat with enough guys i can get cock whenever i want – if i wasn’t so tired hell i would’ve already invited a few over. There has to be more right? More fetishes and taboos to break? How do you get more slutty than letting guys do whatever they want and openly admitting it? How do you get dirtier than being piss-drunk while being gangbanged with my mother? There has to be something. I want to be even worse. Mom is content i think, but i’m not.
There went the doorbell, but i wasn’t expecting anyone today.
I opened the door to find a well-dressed woman, looking to be in her 30’s. Her hair was short and black, her skin was pale. Her figure was thin, breasts normalish, her hips were damn good though, her figure complimented her tall height very well. I wasn’t used to feeling respect for other woman anymore, but she had this business-management look. Her pearl earings stood completely still, she was frozen staring at me. She had sharp, green eyes behind black, squared, wide-frame glasses, giving her this intelligent and intense look. It was at this point of course i realized i had left my panties with my mother.
“Yes?” I asked, innocently, laughing to myself inside.
Her face was red. Her eyes darted around my dolled-up frame, my bleach-blonde hair, my giant fake tits, my ass so big you didn’t even need to look at the back to know how good it was. And her wandering eyes especially loved my smooth pussy, still dripping with wetness.
Finially she managed to get her jaw off the floor, and the lady spoke.
“I’m legally required to inform you,” she began. “That i am listed as-”
“You?!” I interupted. “But you’re a woman, not some guy with some forbidden tastes.”
“I am on the list.”
“What did you do? Oh, are you bi?”
“I am on the list…” she repeated.
I started rubbing my pussy. I don’t really even know why, maybe i just wanted a reaction.
*Oh, she’s bisexual alright.*
Her breathing quickened; she tried desperately to keep it down. Her eyes transfixed on my pussy. She was scared and bewildered and turned on.
“You’ve got some work to do today, going around this neighborhood.” I said, while rubbing. “But sometime, you outta stop by. Have some dinner. Talk about things. Don’t worry, its safe here.” I said, winking.
God, that did it. Her hips now gyrated, though she was frozen in place, eyes wide but still focused on my hand. She must be overflowingly wet. And right there and then, i shut the door.
I watched her leave, feeling sadistic amusement. She hurried herself into her house, where i presume she tore her fancy clothes off and went to town on herself in a frantic craze.
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End of part 4. More?
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