Getting to Know Aunt Lorraine Ch. 04

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That night my mother and I watched Netflix, binge watching I Love Lucy reruns. We did a lot of laughing. Much of the time, she nestled into my chest and softly rubbed my legs while I ran my fingers up and down her back. I had kept her naked the entire day, although I was fully dressed in a black pair of gym shorts and a black tee-shirt. Sometimes I would run my fingers down the crack of her ass and tug on her cheeks.

Mom would moan when I did that and tell me how good it felt to feel herself open up when I stretched her. I had teased her all day. I had her kneel as I stood above her and hung my stiffened cock on her face. By the way she kept her eyes on mine, I knew she wanted to suck me, but I wanted to make her wait. That was a challenge for me because I wanted to cum in her mouth or in her pussy or just about anywhere in or on her. I was so aroused.

I did make her watch a few times while I stroked my cock near her mouth, but I never came. I did release a few drops of pre-cum once and I thought my mother was going to begin drooling; she wanted to lick it off, but I just wiped it in her hair and chuckled, “You are a hungry whore, aren’t’ you Mom?”

“God, yes, Sir. Please let me taste your cum.”

Around midnight, she began yawning. “I think I need to sleep, Master. Will you…will you be sleeping in my bed?”

“Mother, my sweet whore,” I said. “You have it all wrong. Your bed is now my bed and you will only sleep in it when I allow it.”

“Oh.” This change was hard for her, I knew. She shopped for weeks for just the right king size bed and now she was being informed by her son that her bed was hers no more. “Sir, then where do I sleep?”

Earlier that day when she was making dinner, I grabbed a thin foam mattress we used for camping and I made a place for her at the foot my bed. I threw a white cotton sheet and a pale blue pillow case on the floor along with a very old, flattened out pillow. I explained that this was her new sleeping space and that I didn’t want her to be spoiled. “Get used to tossing and turning, whore.”

“That’s mean.”

“It pleases me, Mother. Do you want to please me?”

“Yes of course, but…”

I grabbed one of her nipples and pulled her down to her knees. “Whore, I decide where you sleep, is that clear?” I heard how commanding my voice was and it made me shiver, though not as much as my mother did. I twisted her nipple for effect.

“Ow,” she winced, though she had the good sense to whisper, “Thank you Master,” once I released her. I gave her a good slap on her ass and then sent her to bed. As she made her way toward the stairs, I said, “Stay there all night. I do not want to see you until morning.”

“You’re cruel, Sir.”

“It’s what you want, isn’t it Mother?”

She nodded. “I do want whatever you choose to provide, Sir. I am your whore.”

I thought of going to bed but I also wanted to cum, but it seemed rather anti-climatic to masturbate all by myself. It was then I remembered Aunt Lorraine promising she would come to me anytime I wanted her to be my cum rag. Now was as good a time as any to see if she was being straight with me.

I dialed her number and despite it being late, she answered on the third ring.

“Aunt Lorraine, I need you here now,” I said.

She didn’t hesitate. “I will be right there, Sir.”

While I waited, I made a sandwich and popped open a can of Coors. My father drank Coors and he had left a few cans behind. Not my favorite beverage but it was the only beer in the house. I was nearly done with my second one when Aunt Lorraine joined me in the kitchen. She had driven over in a light summer wind breaker that barely covered her ass and that’s it. She walked over to me and slipped out of the windbreaker and stood there naked. “What can I do to help you, Sir?”

“You got here pretty fast, Auntie.”

“I want to be what you need to be, Sir.”

“Is it still your position that you will only serve me as my cum rag?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice cracked. “I think so.”

“You think so?”

“Truth is all I can think about lately is your cock, Sir. I go around my business all day imagining my nephew’s cock in my mouth or my ass.”

“I see. But not your pussy.”

“Sir, I know this will sound crazy, but for some reason I imagine this can’t be that wrong if I don’t let you into my pussy. Anywhere else, sure, but an Aunt shouldn’t give her pussy to her nephew, right?”

“You are funny, Auntie.” I smiled. “I think you know that’s just a silly rationalization, don’t you?”

Aunt Lorraine nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“I do enjoy using you as my cum rag and I fully intend on doing that often, but let’s be totally honest, Auntie.” I pointed to the floor and she knelt between my legs. I continued. “Be honest, you want my cock, Auntie. You want to worship it. You want to feel me pump my cum in all of your holes.”

“Tom, are you serious? xslot Yeni Giriş And I know I said your name but I am talking right now to my nephew. Do you…” she looked around as if there might be someone listening in. “Do you want me to be yours like that, be your…your…”

“Whore,” I interrupted. “I want you to be my whore.” I almost added, “Like my mother is to me,” but I figured I would tell her about that another time, perhaps once I was convinced she was too hooked on my cock to run away once she found out my mother was my whore as well.

Keep in mind I was 18 years old and my mother and my aunt, unbeknownst to each other, wanted to whore for me. This was one of those secrets I couldn’t tell anyone, especially my friends who thought getting lucky was getting a jackhammer hand job in the back seat from a cheer leader.

Aunt Lorraine looked shocked and relief at the same time. “This is crazy, Tom. It’s one in the morning and I am kneeling naked in front of your swollen cock and your mother is asleep upstairs. What if she wakes up and comes down?”

“She won’t.” I wasn’t ready to tell Auntie the truth so I lied, “She took a sleeping pill.”

“But still…”

I pulled my shorts down and let my cock spring up toward her mouth. Aunt Lorraine’s eyes widened. “Is this what you want, Auntie?”

“You know it is, Tom.”

I was going to correct her for addressing me as Tom but I actually liked hearing her say my name, not just call me Sir all the time. It was powerful to hear my Aunt who was 20 years older than me and naked on the floor say my name.

I grabbed Aunt Lorraine’s hair and pulled her away from my cock and forced her to stand up. “Clear the table and then lay on it with your legs open, your cunt facing me.”

“Yes, Tom, yes Sir.”

Once she was in position, I stood up and pulled her toward me. I placed her feet on each of my shoulders and leaned in so that my cock was bobbing against her opening. I reached down and rubbed my head all over her clit and into her pink, wet hole, but just a little bit.

“Oh, god, Tom. Please.” She began tugging on her nipples. “Please Tom, fuck me. Fuck my cunt.”

“I am going to, Auntie.” I watched a smile form on her face. “But not today,” I added.

The look on her face quickly dissipated to one of disappointment. Aunt Lorraine watched me as I walked around the table. Her head was half off the table and she stared at me as I began stroking my cock. It didn’t take long for me to shoot all over her face. She opened her mouth and tried to catch as much as she could, but it went everywhere. On her eyes, her nose, chin, neck.

As hungry as I was to fuck her, I knew it would be better for me to make her wait. I smeared my cream all over her face with my cock and then said, “Whore, I am done with you. Get dressed and go. And leave your face like that until morning.” I walked away and headed upstairs. I was tired. Aunt Lorraine knew how to let herself out.

Upstairs, I looked down at my mother curled up under the sheet on the thin foam pad at the foot of the bed. She looked so peaceful and as I got into my king size bed I was amazed at how powerful it felt to be doing that while I had my mother, the woman who gave me birth, sleeping on the floor because her son had ordered her to.

Tomorrow would bring new adventures. I already knew where I was taking my mother. What I didn’t know yet is what I would have her wear out in public with me. I fell asleep wondering if tomorrow I would fuck my mother or have her eat my cum or if I would make her wait even longer to attend to her son, her Master.

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When I woke up the bedroom was warm from the heat of the sun. I looked at my phone: it was nearly 11 am. As I walked to the bathroom, I heard voices downstairs. My mother was talking to a man. From what I could make out, he was some sort of workman she had hired to do some landscaping. After I showered, I put on a clean pair of gym shorts and carried a fresh t-shirt with me downstairs.

I found my mother in the spare room that my father had used as an office. She was packing his stuff in boxes. I walked in just as she was bending over and I was pleased to see she was naked and even more delighted to see her pussy glistening as she worked.

“Oh hi, son,” my mother said happily. She scampered over to kiss me. Her lips were so soft. “Oh,” she whispered. “Sir. I mean to say that.”

“Good morning, whore.” I thought about how much I enjoyed Aunt Lorraine calling me by my name. “Mom, you can also call me ‘Tom’ or ‘Son.’ I like hearing you call me those names too.”

“Oh, good, Tom. I like calling you Sir or Master, too, but if I can be honest, I like being a whore to my son, Tom.”

“Have you been naked since you got up?”

“Yes, of course, as you instructed.”

“Even when the workman was here?”

“Oh,” she frowned. “Well yes and no. I grabbed a towel from the laundry basket and wrapped it around me. I didn’t know if you wanted me naked in front xslot Gir of whoever comes to the door.”

“I imagine he could tell you were naked under the towel, though.”

“Ooooh, yes Tom. He made no attempt to hide staring at me. It was all rather exciting and I did think for a moment to let my towel drop, you know, accidentally.” She grinned. “But…well, what are your instructions in cases like this? I mean I can’t just answer the door naked indiscriminately. What if it was someone we know or a neighbour?”

I told her I understood her concern and that I was not upset that she covered herself with a towel. I moved to the back window and saw a tall, athletic black man digging up earth in the back garden. He was shirtless and covered with sweat. “He’s a good looking black man, Mom.”

“Uh huh.” She scrunched her nose. “I noticed that. I’m more partial to white man, I guess. Is that bad?”

“You mean, is it racist?”

“Yeh, I guess.”

“Well you hired him, so that says something, and people are entitled to their preferences.”

“True, son.”

“But, Mom, if I told you to fuck him, what would you do?”

“I would obey you, Tom, of course, but I am not sure I would like it.”

“Well, I do not expect you to like everything I want, Mom.” I felt another surge of power run through my veins. “In fact, I don’t really care if you like doing what I want or not.”

“I know,” she snickered. “I didn’t like sleeping on that mat much.”

“I am sure,” I laughed. “So, do you have a thong in that laundry basket of yours?”

“I do, Tom. It’s dirty, you know. I mean I usually leak my pussy juice when I wear them.”

“Perfect. Put them on and bring your worker a tall glass of ice water.”

“Tom?” My mother’s face twisted up. “What about on top?”

“Do you have a bra in the basket.”

“Yes, I do.” She looked relieved, but not for long.

“Well you decide. You can wear a bra or your thong, but not both.”

“You’re kidding, right?” She looked at me and then said. “No, you aren’t. Fuck, you are enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Of course, I am, whore. Your life now is about bringing me enjoyment.”

“Yeh, but what will he think?”

I walked over to my mother and grabbed one of her breasts. “He will think you have wonderfully big tits, Mom, or…” I slid my other hand between her legs. “Or, he will enjoy looking at your pussy.”

I followed my mother into the kitchen and watched her nervously make up a glass of ice water. “Can I just set it by the back door, Tom, and call out to him.”

“No Mom, I want you to talk to where he is and not too quickly. Let him enjoy watching you bring it to him. I will watch from the window.”

My mother was about a third of the way to the black man before he noticed her. He straightened up and the shovel he was holding slipped from his grip. His eyes were so big and his grin so wide. Sweat was dripping off his face and running in little streams down his body.

My mother looked down as she handed him the water. He drank it all down and handed the glass back to my mother and then he stood there starting at her thongless ass as she walked back into the house.

Once back inside, my mother ran to me and I took her in my arms. “Did he like that, Mom?”

“He didn’t say anything other than a thank-you, but I could tell he enjoyed the view, Tom.”

“Mom, why did you choose to show him your cunt instead of your big tits?”

“Honestly, my first impulse was to go out there topless, but then I realized that doing that would make me feel less of a whore. I figured a whore should show a stranger her pussy. Did I go right, son?”

I bent over and kissed my mother hard and for the first time our tongues danced together. I dug my fingers into her buttocks and splayed her ass cheeks apart while we kissed.

“Wow,” she said. She looked at me and smiled a smile of pure desire. “Just wow, Tom.”

“Time for you to get dressed. We are going on an errand. Go put on those Daisy Duke shorts I know you keep in your closet and a low-cut tank top. I want you to show more cleavage than you think you should in public. And no underwear, Mom.”

I thought she would protest but was pleasantly surprised when she kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I am happy to do that for you, Tom.”

Mom’s Daisy Duke shorts were held together at the crotch by a very thin strand of the blue jeans she had made them from. I had found them once when snooping in her closet but had never seen her wear them. I figured they were cut so high that the strand of cloth would ride up between her labia.

I was correct.

I stood behind my mother as we looked at her in the floor length mirror that hung on the back of the bathroom door. Her tits were pushed up because her top was tight and while I couldn’t see her pussy while she was standing, it was obvious that everything would be visible if she sat down or bent over or stretched her arms above her head.

My mother realized this, xslot Sitesi too. “Oh, Tom, I am nervous. I mean, my pussy is barely covered.”

I planted a kiss on her neck and assured her she looked very sexy. “Put on some heels now, Mom, and let’s go.”

I think my mother was a bit relieved when I pulled up to park in front of the Love Shoppe. “I guess I am dressed appropriately for this place,” she giggled.

What she didn’t know was that this Love Shoppe was a superstore that included row upon row of pornographic videos, not just sex toys. There were bound to be some men there checking out the videos. There was a back room, too, where men went to plug a machine with quarters and watch videos.

Sure enough, there were three men at the till when we walked in. The cashier was a young man with rings in his ears and through his nose. Everything stopped when we entered. I led my mother to the toy section first, and you could have heard a pin drop except for one comment made by the cashier. “Holy fuck,” he muttered.

The first station I took my mother to was where they kept all the dongs, dongs for her pussy and dongs for her ass. Big ones, tiny ones, sets of dongs, double dongs, dongs with suction cups. The variety was almost overwhelming. I grabbed a set of three anal plugs and two dildos, each one at least 8 inches in length and very thick. One was flesh coloured; the other was black and it had a suction cup.

I placed them in my mother’s hands and had her carry them over to BDSM display. My mother was shaking but said nothing. I grabbed some nipple clamps and labia jewelry and a black leather strap that had S L U T woven into the leather in thick red thread. I loaded those into my mother’s hands as well.

The video section was at the other end of the store and as I walked in that direction, I would stop here and there to look at lingerie and nylons. I couldn’t help myself. I picked up a body suit with cut-outs for her tits, pussy and ass, and a pair of black nylons and a garter. My mother’s hands were full so I resigned myself to holding them as we walked on.

The video section had five long rows of movies and each row had thematic sections: BDSM, Anal, Girl on Girl, BBC and cuckold, Gang Bangs, MILFS, Bukkake, and more. The half dozen men there stopped looking at the movies and all started at my mother. I stopped in front of a section called “Big Dicks” and perused the selection. A few of them men had moved closer to us and I am sure they heard me ask my mother, “Mom, you do like big dicks, don’t you?”

My mother looked around. “Tom, please,” she whispered. One man was now only a few feet from her. She turned around and jumped a bit, which caused her to drop the set of butt plugs. She looked at me and then at the man. He was smiling. “Better pick that up,” I said.

My mother gulped and bent over as she grabbed on to the package of butt plugs, she dropped the black dildo and had to pick that up too. She was bending toward me, which meant our new friend had a full view of her ass and no doubt her pussy lips.

“So, Mom,” I said. “Shall we get one of these or head over to the anal section. Maybe they have some double anal vids there.”

I made my mother look at every section and by the time we were through the entire video section of the store, I was carrying four videos and four men were actually following behind us, making no attempt to pretend otherwise. A couple of times I “accidentally” dropped a video and had mother pick it up, each time giving her fans a clear view of her pussy.

They stood behind us while my mother paid for the toys and videos. The cashier was tuned in to the humiliation I was inflicting on my mother. Each time he placed an item against the bar code scanner, he would announce what we were buying: “Set of three pink butt plugs; two big dildos, one with a suction cup; tit clamps and labia jewelry; and Mommy loves big cocks, Sally drinks cum, Three-hole Annie, and Dungeon play.”

Once we were safely back in the car, my mother let loose a long sigh. “Tom, that was… that was… my god, that was incredible. So nasty. Do you think those men thought I was a whore?”

I laughed. “I think they knew you were my mother and my whore, Mom.”

“Oh god, Tom. Jesus.”

I drove home and had my mother lower her shorts and masturbate. We hit quite a bit of traffic and one time were stuck waiting for a train next to a semi. At one point my mother yelped. “He’s watching me, Tom. What should I do?”

“Put your fingers inside and shift toward him, Mom.”

When the train was gone, I pulled away and heard three blasts of the trucker’s airhorn.

I chuckled. “Sounds like he approves, Mother.”

My mother put her hand on my leg. “Tom, I want you so bad right now.”

“Mom, I want you to want your son all the time.”

“Oh, Tom, I do. I truly do, more and more each passing hour.”

We were half way to the front door when the landscaper appeared from the side of the house. Everything we bought was in bags but one of the bags had one of the dildos peeking out from the top. As luck would have it, it was the black dildo and there was no way he didn’t see it.

My mother was clutching her bags, trying to look normal standing there in the driveway dressed like a slut, carrying bags of sex toys.

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