Cute Girls

Slap Me Again Only Harder This Time

Slap me again only harder this time

I have never met my Dad or any of my Dad’s relatives. I have never even seen a photo of my Dad. It’s always been Mom and me. Now, that I am older, I suspect Mom had me out of wedlock when she was my age 19-years-old and, maybe, she did not even know who my Dad was. We have had some tough times but since Mom got her real estate license a few years ago, things have improved financially.

Now, we live in a nice 4 bedroom house in a safe neighborhood, I attend college not far from here so I can still live at home, and Mom has a new car. Life is much better than when she was waiting tables and leaving me home alone every night.

I know Mom has done some things to survive. When she was waiting tables, she had lots of boyfriends who would come by for a couple hours and then disappear. They thought I was sleeping, but I heard them. I knew what they were doing. I knew they were having sex and I knew that they helped her out with money. You do what you have to do to survive and my Mom is a survivor.

If nothing else, listening to my Mom and her boyfriends having sex always gave me something to jerk off over. I know she likes giving blow jobs because I always heard her talking dirty to her dates.

“Oh, Baby, I love sucking your cock. You have a big, beautiful cock. Do you want me to blow you? Do you want me to suck you off? Do you want to cum in my mouth? Do you want me to swallow your load?”

I think she got off talking dirty like that. I know that it turned me on so it must have turned on the guy she was with. Whenever I heard her talking like that, I would pretend that she was talking to me and jerk myself off over her dirty talking.

Besides, my Mom was no prude. I never had to sneak around for a peak because I saw her naked plenty of times and she saw me naked plenty of times. Sometimes it turned me on to have her see my cock and a couple of times she looked at my cock longer than a mother should look at her son’s cock. Still, knowing that I was staring at her, she never stood there naked but I would get an occasional flash of her tits as she wrapped her towel around herself when she was getting out of the shower or a flash of her tits and pussy when she was putting on her bathrobe or taking off her nightgown. It was no big deal. She was my Mom and I was her son.

Yet, if I compare my Mom to my other friends’ moms, my Mom is the hot one of the bunch. She’s younger, pretty, and has a better body than all the moms that I know. I am sure my friends wish they could see my mom naked.

I thought things would be better for Mom when she got her real estate license but life history tends to repeat itself. I heard her talking to her girlfriends about the affair she was having with the owner of the real estate business where she works. She thought I was upstairs doing homework and listening to the stereo and I was, but I still have my old baby monitor plugged in and wired to my headphones and positioned beneath the couch where they sit and talk. I could clearly hear every word. If she happened to sneak upstairs and open my bedroom door and see me wearing my headphones, she would think that I was listening to my stereo. It was perfect.

“The guy is so horny for me, Cynthia, but he told me that he would never leave his wife because she has all the money. I wouldn’t want him anyway. He said that she is the one who owns the real estate business, not him, and that she would bounce him out if she found out that he was cheating on her. I can’t believe he told me all of this, the dumb fuck. Another woman would use that against him and blackmail him for money.”

“So, you are having an affair with this guy, Linda?”

“Giving him an occasional blow job is hardly an affair, Cynthia. I’m taking control of my future with my mouth. Besides, the only way he can maintain an erection is when I suck his cock while he fondles my tits.”

“Is he an old guy?”

“He’s in his fifties. Yet, whenever I am nice to him, nice is allowing him to cum in my mouth, he gives me the houses that are a cinch to sell and that sell at a good price giving me a nice and quick commission.” She laughed. “I moved up from waitress prostitution to real estate prostitution.”

“Well, it sounds like you have a good deal but what about the other agents in the office. Usually, when you work that close to people they can smell something going on even when there is nothing going on, they will assume because you are making more money then they are that you are blowing the boss.”

“Yeah, well, you are right; that is too bad. They are going to assume that even if I was not doing the boss. So, fuck them. I’ll just tell them that I am lesbian. Now, that will shut them up, won’t it? Imagine the looks on their faces if I told the guys who have been hitting on me that I prefer women to men.”

“They would ask you if they could watch or be part of a threesome.”

They both started laughing.

“Actually, I think a couple of the women in the office may be lesbian or bi-sexual. I know, for sure, a few of the guys would love to bang me. I get all of their looks and attention anytime I wear something sexy or flattering to my figure. Real estate guys are perverts, they are always trying to steal up skirt or down blouse peeks. I hear them talking about screwing some of their clients while they are showing them a house.”

With that, I heard silence and then, I heard sounds like they were making out. Oh, my God. My Mom is a lesbian and Aunt Cynthia, who is really not my aunt; I just call her that because I have no relatives, is her lover. My Mom’s parents are both dead and she was an only child.

Just when I was thinking about sneaking downstairs on the pretense of getting something to eat, I heard Cynthia’s car pulling out of the driveway. Damn. I’m going to have to pay more attention to this, now.

Later in the week, Cynthia was over the house, again. There was nothing unusual about that. She was always over my house and, now, I knew why. Yet, the weird thing was that my mother was smoking. The only time she smoked was when she was really upset. So, I knew something was up.

“Hey, Mom, I’m going to go lie down in my room and listen to some music. I’m feeling lazy today. I’ll mow the lawn tomorrow. Okay?”

“Sure, Sweetie,” she said blowing out smoke with her words.

I went upstairs to put on my headphones to listen to their conversation.

“So, tell me, what happened, that you could not tell me over the telephone,” said Cynthia.

“I was raped,” said my Mom in a cracked voice like she was about to cry. “Well, kind of.”

Then, it was quiet. They must have been hugging one another.

“Kind of? What do you mean kind of raped? Either you are raped or you are not raped? What happened?” Cynthia asked my Mom.

“I was with the business manager. He was there to help me show a house to the buyer. We hung around the house place for more than an hour and the buyer was a no show. That happens a lot.”

“I need a cigarette,” said Cynthia.

“Well, this guy, Bob, was coming on to me the whole time, you know, making the stupid juvenile comments. He thinks he’s funny.”

“Yeah, I hate pricks like that. They are so full of themselves.”

“Then, he started talking dirty to me and you know how dirty talk always turns me on, I am such a slut.”

“Don’t I know that? Any time I want to get you in the mood I just have to talk dirty to you.”

They both laughed.

“Well, we are in the kitchen together and he suddenly grabs me by my hair, spins me around, and kisses me.”

She paused, I imagined for a drag of her cigarette.

“Well, I hauled off and slapped him across his face and do you know what he did?”

“What?”

“He slapped me back.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ll kill the bastard.”

“The weird thing is that when he slapped me, I was instantly hot for him. That slap made me totally submit to his will.”

She paused again during which time I was angry that some Dude slapped my mother but turned on that my mother was aroused by the slap.

“He grabbed me around the waist, pulled me to him, and kissed me hard while lifting up the back of my skirt and sticking his hand beneath my panties and feeling my ass. Then, he reached back and slapped my ass really hard. I thought I was going to cum. Linda I was so freaking hot. I really like him dominating me like that.”

Again, she paused. The silence was unbearable. I kept turning up the volume.

“I pushed him away but he came at me and forced me down on the carpet face first.”

“Do you wanna feel my cock in your pussy?” He kept asking me that? He must have asked me that six times until I found myself answering him. “Yes,” I screamed, “I want to feel your cock in my pussy.” It was then that I realized that he would not fuck me until I answered him. He made me feel like I was being disciplined. Weird, huh?”

Once I responded, he pounced on top of me, lifted my skirt, pulled off my panties and before I could even try and struggle to get up, he had his cock buried deep inside of me and was pounding away. I have never been so wet. And this Bob guy is not even good looking. He’s average at best but, boy, he sure knew what I wanted. He had my number, I’ll tell you.”

She paused again to take another puff her cigarette, no doubt.

The next thing I knew, he pulled my arms behind my back. I thought he was going to put my hands on his cock but, instead, he put those plastic ties around my wrists, you know; the ones the police have been using instead of handcuffs and blindfolded me. It felt kind of sadistic but good at the same time.”

“The bastard. Did you call the police? Did you report him?”

“No. No. It all happened so fast, Cynthia. I thought that I would be angry but the really weird thing is that I enjoyed it. I mean, I really enjoyed it. When he was fucking me, I was humping him back. I was almost hoping that he would slide that thing up my ass; I was so ready for it. I enjoyed being assaulted like that, slapped and forced to let him have his way with me. It felt good. Then, when he tied my wrists and blindfolded me I was scared but excited at the same time. I did not know what was going to happen, next.”

“Well, if that’s what you want, I can tie you up and slap you around a little.”

They both started laughing.

“I don’t know. It was all so new to me. I never had anyone slap me before. I never had anyone tear off my clothes like that before. I’m used to being in control by giving them what they want a blow job. Now, this, it is so exhilarating. Then—”

“You mean there’s more?”

“Oh, yeah, lots more. I heard voices and recognized them as my co-workers, Donna, Harry, and Jim. I felt hands all over me, at least three pair of hands. They stripped me naked.”

“Did you scream?”

“Scream? Why? I was ready to get fucked and sucked. I have never been so wet.”

“Geez, Linda, you really are a slut.”

They laughed again.

They turned me over so that I was on my back and someone, I think it was a woman, Donna probably, because she was more skillful and gentle than a man, was eating my pussy. Oh, that felt so good. As soon as she started playing with my clit with her fingers as she was licking inside my hole with her tongue, I cam almost immediately. Suddenly, I felt a cock by my lips and I took it in my mouth. I was hungry for it. I figured it was Jim’s cock that I was sucking because I know he is really hot for me. That was when I saw a flash. I think it was Harry who was taking the photos. He’s a fat guy in his 60’s, so he probably cannot get it up anymore.”

“They photographed you naked while getting eaten and sucking someone’s cock?”

“Yeah, it is outrageous, isn’t it? I mean, I could never make this shit up.”

“Oh, my God, Linda.”

“Yeah, and anytime I stopped blowing the guy, Jim, probably, they, Bob and Harry, no doubt, because there was one on each side of me, would hit my thighs with this whip thing. It felt like a thin bamboo stick. It hurt like Hell. It stung but it felt good at the same time. Never have I experienced anything like this before.”

“Linda, you are making me hot knowing that another woman went down on you. I’ve always wanted a threesome with another woman. Do you think we could get together with this Donna? What does she look like? Is she cute?”

“Very cute. I’ll ask.”

“So, go ahead, what happened next?”

“Well, there were three guys and one woman, I think because I sucked two cocks and got fucked by someone else. The whole thing lasted about an hour until suddenly, it was over and I was alone. I wiggled out of the handcuffs, removed the blindfold, got dressed, drove home, and called you.”

She paused again and I held the headphones tight to my ears until my head hurt from the pressure trying to hear what they were doing or saying.

“Oh, my God, Linda. Still, they raped you.”

“Actually, maybe rape is too strong a word. Rape is when the person is a victim and does not want it. I wanted it. They knew I wanted it. I made no attempt to get away or to scream. If they did anything at all, they fucked me. I am still tingling and being slapped and hit with that whip is all that I can think about. Actually, this was the best fuck session that I have ever had in my life.”

She paused, again, probably to light another cigarette because it was a longer pause then all the others.

“I can still taste their cum in my mouth.”

She paused again probably for another puff of her cigarette.

“We are different you and I,” said Cynthia. “You still go back and forth to men. You can still have sex with men. I am done with men. Men do nothing for me.”

“Yeah, well, I do like men and I do like sucking cock.”

They paused speaking again.

“If a guy ever forced me to blow him,” said Cynthia, “I’d bite it off. A cock in my mouth is such a disgusting thought. I only blew one guy before, in high school, and when he cam in my mouth, I thought I was going to puke. I spit for an hour. I was so mad. I told him to tell me when he was going to cum. I told him that I didn’t swallow. Instead when he was about to cum, he pushed my head forward and held it there. A huge slimy, warm load went down my throat. That asshole is probably the reason why I am gay, today,” she laughed.

“Sometimes, I really like sucking a guy off, watching him enjoy what I am doing so much that he is weak and I am in control. That is a real turn on for me. Then, when he shoots that warm gooey load in my mouth, I know that I have done my job. Right there, at that point, you can ask a guy to do anything for you and he will.”

Again, there was a pause before they started speaking.

“But this, this is all so new. Now, this is something that I want to explore more being tied up, blindfolded, maybe, and definitely hit. Plus, I enjoy being ordered what to do. I enjoy losing the control by having someone else take it. And I really like the slapping. I mean, I don’t want to get beat up, but a slap on the ass is such a hot turn on that makes me so wet. I think when he slapped me in the face like that; it was so shocking that it jarred something loose inside of me.”

“Yeah, loose is the right word with you, you slut.”

They both started laughing, again, before it got really quiet. I figured they were making out, again, and I wanted to sneak down to see if my Mom was sucking Cynthia’s pussy or to see if Cynthia was sucking my Mom’s pussy, but I was afraid to invade their privacy like that. Yeah, like I haven’t invaded it already by listening to their private conversation. I laughed to myself. Yet, to sneak down there now would be crossing the line. I would not want my mother doing that to me, if I was to have a girl up in my room.

Still, I could not believe my Mom was saying those things. Immediately, I had an erection. It made me want to watch my Mom being tied, blindfolded, slapped around a little bit, and maybe forced to have sex. This conversation was the hottest conversation that I have ever heard. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock, grabbed a handful of tissues and started jerking off.

I still had the headphones on. I was hoping to hear them having sex to add some images to my jerking off. I was thinking out loud about my Mom blowing her boss, thinking about her eating Cynthia’s pussy, and thinking about her co-worker Bob ripping off her panties. That was when I opened my eyes and there standing in the doorway of my room were my Mom and Cynthia.

“Mom! Get out!” I covered my cock with my hand but, too late. They both saw my erection. I would have been excited that Cynthia saw my cock but knowing that she is a lesbian was a complete turn off, now. Still, it excited me that my mother saw my erection and stared at it before she left my room.

“I’m sorry, Freddie. I’m so sorry.”

I couldn’t believe it. They both saw me jerking off. How long were they standing there? Did they hear me utter my thoughts about my Mom sucking off her boss, her eating Cynthia’s pussy, and her co-worker Bob forcing her? How long were they there? What did they hear?

I heard Cynthia’s car leaving. Quickly, I got ready to take a shower and stripped and started stroking myself, again. I was so freaking horny. I needed to jerk off, again, and figured that I would do it in the shower in private when, again, my Mom opens the door.

“Mom, what the fuck!”

“I’m sorry, honey.” She looked down at my cock and at my erection. “What’s the big deal? I’ve seen you naked before. I’ve just never seen you with an erection, before.”

“Mom!”

“You were jerking off to me, weren’t you?”

“No.”

“You were listening to our private conversation, weren’t you?.”

“No.”

“I heard those things you said about me blowing my boss and Cynthia and I exploring our sexuality, and what my co-workers did to me.”

“No, I didn’t hear anything.”

“Freddie. I found the baby monitor under the couch. I know you were listening.”

“I wasn’t listening.”

“Don’t lie to me.” She slapped me hard across the face.

I don’t know what came over me but I slapped her across the face back and pushed her down on my bed. In one pull, I ripped open her dress. With another, I ripped open her front snapping bra. I was all over her C cup tits and was sucking her nipples. My slap must have turned her on because her nipples were erect. I reached down between her legs and felt her pussy through her panties. She was wet, very wet. I stuck my hand down her panties and fingered her.

“Freddie! Stop! This is wrong! No! Get off me! Stop! Please!”

I tried removing her panties and she started slapping me in the face. I backhanded her and then kissed her. She kissed me back. I could not believe I was making out, French kissing my mother. I could not believe that I was finger fucking my mother and playing with her clit.

“Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me.”

“Fuck me, Freddie. Fuck me.”

I climbed off of her, pulled off her panties, and buried my cock in her pussy. I humped her and she humped me back. She wrapped her legs around my hips. We were really going at it. We were really fucking. I was pounding her into my mattress. It was unbelievable watching her tits bounce all over the place side to side and up and down.

“Fuck me, Freddie! Fuck me! Oh, yeah, baby, give Mommy your big cock.”

“Do you like my big cock, Mommy?” I knew the dirty talk would really turn her on. “Tell me how much you like my big cock.”

“Oh, God, yes, I love your big cock. Fuck me! I love your cock.” I could feel her tighten around my cock just before she cam. She screamed in ecstasy and dug her fingers into my back and scratched my entire back with her fingernails.

“Do you want to suck my big cock? Tell me you want to suck my cock. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me you want me to put my cock in your mouth. Tell me.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I want to suck your cock. Yes, I want to suck your big cock.”

Once she felt him completely inside her, she rotated her hips, grinding them on his cock, feeling him against her inner walls, and squeezing him tightly. Their fingers intertwined, she began to move up and down on his cock, squeezing tight on the way up and releasing on the way down, stroking him with her pussy. He moved his hips, thrusting them slowly to meet her coming down on his cock. She leaned forward, kissing his chest then chin then mouth, passionately and deep as he bent his knees and drove his cock hard and fast inside her. Their tongues danced and played together as he moved his cock harder and faster, her juices covering him and dripping down on his stomach and between his legs. She sat back up, hands still holding tightly, her hips moving faster to meet his hard thrusts, feeling him throbbing inside her, her pussy burning and on fire.

They moved together faster, their bodies coming together harder and harder with their hearts pounding, and breath coming short and fast. She was on fire; her legs already beginning to shake, ready to come. She felt him inside her, throbbing knowing he was close to coming too. She concentrated on stroking his cock with her pussy, squeezing and releasing. She could feel him tensing. He put their hands back on her hips, pressing her down hard to meet his cock, hard and fast strokes. She felt him press hard to meet her coming down on him, and he came hard deep inside her. She came with him, squeezing his pulsing cock, milking him and stroking him. Her muscles were burning, her body aching, her pussy throbbing so hard as she came with him. She held him inside her as she fell forward on his chest, holding his hands above his head.

He let go of her hands and wrapped his arms around her. She lay on top of him, and slowly their breathing became one as did their heartbeats. She felt his hands behind her head, and the silk blindfold fell from her eyes. She blinked them open slowly, the candlelight still dancing around the room. She looked him in the eyes for the first time that night and smiled. She used her fingers to close his eyes, and kissed each eyelid. She put her head back on his chest, closing her eyes again, feeling the rise and fall of his breath and hearing the soft beating of his heart.

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