A Slut and a Goddess SeXStoRY

"Honey, I am home!" I heard the voice of my mother as she locked the door behind her. I quickly closed the fridge and and wiped my mouth clean of the delicious, cream filled cake that Robert had brought home earlier. I loved cakes and I loved Robert, my mother's boyfriend. About 15 years older than mom, Robert was a good, decent man with a steady job, a house and retirement plan. Even at age 11, I understood well why these things are important. For almost 2 years before mom met Robert, we lived in a tiny, 500 sq ft apartment in the worst part of LA. My mother worked at local grocery store to make barely enough money for us to survive. We had no insurance, no car and absolutely no prospects of ever living a normal life. I was destined to grow up and become either a petty criminal, a d**g dealer or a pimp. Fate, it seemed, had decided to keep us at the receiving end of life. Then Robert came along. It was a Sunday and I had no school. Mom couldn't afford baby sitter so she bought me to the store where she worked. I played in the parking lot all day long while she bagged the groceries and helped old people carry their stuff to their cars. That day I saw mom carrying bags for this gentle, old guy with receding hair line and wrinkled face. He was about 60 years old, thin and looked unkempt. He had an arm brace to support his shoulder. As mom loaded groceries in his Toyota, I saw him watching her ass. Even at age 6 I knew my mother had a deliciously wile ass. Her hips flared from her mid sized, 32" waist. Almost 50" wide, my mother's cheeks looked like 2 giant balls sticking above her thighs. Since she couldn't afford lot of decent underwear, her buns bounced with her every step. Men of all ages stopped to look at my mother's ass. Women, hated my mother. After exchanging quick thank you, Robert fished out a bill and handed it my mom. Often lascivious men tipped mom generously, hoping to gain sexual favor on their next visit. But something about this tip was different. Mom looked at Robert for a few seconds and then she looked over her shoulder at me. She took the money and put it in her bra. After Robert left, she walked over to me. "Did you talk to that man? I told you not to talk to anybody." She sounded annoyed. "No mom. I didn't talk to him or anybody else." I replied. "I know you don't like it" Mom looked into my eyes. She could always tell if I was lying and this time I wasn't. After that day I saw mom and Robert talking longer as she helped him to his car every Sunday. In a few weeks, Robert came to our place. Mom dressed up and three of us went out. Robert took good care of me and his kind, gentle nature assured both mom and I that he wanted more than sex. He wanted a f****y. In less than 3 weeks, my mother, now 45 married her 60 year old lover. I was happy. We moved out of our crappy little apartment to the suburbs of LA where Robert owned a 3 bedroom, 2000 sq feet house with beautiful back yard and the pool. He was a banker and made good money. He wasn't rich but he was comfortable with no liabilities. No c***dren, no ex wife, no mess. Mom liked the prospects and the security. I liked the pool and room that was full of toys. For the first time since I was born, both mom and I were eating hot, decent meals and we had new clothes. In return, my mother took good care of Robert and his house. She knew she got lucky and she was determined to keep this man happy. Every night my mother made love to Robert. For first few days, I could hear them having energetic sex. Then Robert's age caught up with him. He would come home, have dinner, play with me for a while and by 10 he was in bed. "I am very tired" I heard him say. "Stop Linda". I knew my mom was trying to make him happy but Robert was just not "up for it". Time flies and in a few years life became a routine. I was now11, going to a local school, learning piano and painting. Robert, now 65 looked much older and needed much more care than before. His movements had become slower and he had just a few strands of hair left on the back of his head. My mother on the other hand had started working again. She was approaching 50 and had the body that despite its matronly proportions still looked good. Her soft, gentle face had rounded a bit more, giving her a slight double chin. Her breasts were now almost 55" across, very soft and saggy, they fell all the way to her navel without a good wirebra. She had controlled her fat and her belly was no more than 34" but it was her ass that still gave her a striking figure. Almost 60" wide my mother's soft, white ass looked more beautiful than ever before. Her hips were fleshy and had almost no wrinkles even though they sagged a bit. She never put form fitting underwear on but her ass looked perfect. My mother knew it. She now loved wearing tight jeans and short skirts that never went past her thighs. Topped with black, see though blouse and black bra, she drove the boys crazy with desire and she loved it. You see, Boredom and lack of sex had turned my mother into a slut. Robert ignored it. He was happy to come home to a warm meal and neat house. He knew his wife of 5 years had become more exhibitionist but at 65, he didn't want to rock the boat. He spent more time with me than before because he believed that if he showed how much he loved me, mom would never leave him. He was right. And wrong! I ran downstairs to greet my mother. I had just received my grades and I wanted to show that to mom. I always liked to keep her happy as did Robert. My mother could be very mean when she was unhappy. Just a month ago I heard her yelling at him when he suggested she didn't argue with the credit card company about higher interest rate. "If you were a man Robert, I wouldn't" she shrieked. "What's that supposed to mean?" Robert was hurt. "It means if you had a dick that worked Robert, I wouldn't have to wear the pants." she yelled again. Robert walked out of the room and I could see his eyes getting wet. He looked at me and I smiled at him sympathetically. In a few minutes I saw mom come out and lead him back to the room. I heard some sobbing and then my mother said "I love you baby! I love your soft cock too. I love it because it is mine and because it is so soft and beautiful." Sounds of unzipping, moaning, followed by some heavy breathing told me it was time to leave them alone. Even as I walked away, I heard my mother say to her husband "I don't think you will get hard enough to fuck me but I can still suck you honey" Growing up in poverty teaches you a lot of things and I had learned how to read people. I knew that my mother was not satisfied with her life anymore. I also knew that Robert would do anything to keep her. She was his only hope of ever having a f****y. I reached downstairs and saw my mother flipping through the mail. She had recently permed her hair and it was now big and fluffy, like that of 80s porn star. She had very bright, red lipstick, dark mascara and eye shadow on. Her shirt was red and so tight that it showed most of her large cleavage and did little to hide her blatant breasts. A shiny, black belt around her waist accentuated her tits even more. She had a black micro min . It didn't even cover her upper thighs. I was sure if she bent over even a little, it would expose her wide hips. Finally, long, thigh high leather boots, gave her the looks of a woman who was trying to reclaim her lost years by dressing like a siren. My mother, you see, now dressed like a whore and that was not the worst part. Behind her stood a man. Dressed in black leather jacket and leather pants, he looked like a biker. But I knew he wasnt. He was in his mid 30s, white, clean shaved , thin and short, no more than 5' 5". He wanted to look dangerous but it was obvious he wasn't. He was probably an accountant or a geek who liked older women or may be just any woman who would take him. I liked the guy. He looked harmless, even though he was rubbing my mother's ass as she still read the mail. When mom saw me, she smiled and introduced me to J, her "friend". I showed her my grades and mom hugged me. I felt her mammoth tits crushing my head as she kissed and ran her hand through my hair. "That's great honey! I am so proud of you!" "Thanks mom!" I replied happily and for that moment I forgot about her obscene clothes and even the creep who was still standing behind her, groping her near naked bottom. "Could you get soda for J?" mom said. She and J walked into the living room and I saw J pawing my mother's ass even though he knew I could see him do that. A few minutes later when I returned with soda, I saw my mother on the couch. J, was sitting next to her, fondling her lovely breasts and trying to kiss her mouth. As soon as they saw me, mom pushed J away and straightened her raised skirt to cover her crotch. "He was just helping me remove my lipstick." she explained taking the soda from me. "Sometimes, mommy is allergic to the chemicals in cosmetics. Do you understand honey?" "Yes mom!" I didn't know any better and mom's explanation was quite logical. "You are such a good boy! Aren't you?" my mother stroked my face like you would pet a dog. "Yes mom!" i was all but wagging my tail, happy to get some attention from my mistress, my mother. "Good boy! Why don't you go to your room. J and I have to talk." J stayed for about 30 minutes and left just before Robert came home. Mom had changed into a slacks and a tshirt with no underwear. Her tits bounced around like crazy as she scurried across the kitchen trying to put dinner together for her husband. "What did you do today sport?" Richard asked me. "Nothing much? I figured out how to go to next level in Warcraft while J was helping mom remove her lipstick" I said innocently. "What?" Robert was shocked. "Oh nothing" mom came in the living room. "I had a friend over and he was showing me safe way to remove cosmetics. He works in the industry and knows which chemicals are harmful for the skin." She threw nervous looks at me and then quickly added "C'mon. Dinner is ready." Robert didn't say anything but that night I could hear mom trying to please him in bed. The next day I was feeling sick and was sent home a bit early. When I unlocked the door, I could hear my mother giggling. I came into the living room and was taken aback. My mother was lying on the couch and she was almost naked, with only a small, pink thong on. J was on top of mom, kissing her breasts and fondling her naked ass. They made out for a few seconds before mom realized I was there. As soon as she saw me, she pushed J away and sat up but made no attempt to cover her large, floppy tits which swung freely on her chest. Her massive, fleshy ass splayed on both sides as the weight of her body fell on it. I looked at her body and felt my cock getting hard. Feeling ashamed, I quickly looked away. "Larry" my mother whispered. "what did you see honey?" I was looking down, still feeling ashamed. For some reason, I felt it was my fault that my mother was naked. "Nothing" I mumbled. "Oh sweetheart! Don't be scared. J was just giving me a massage. You know how much my body hurts after working all day in the kitchen for you." mom said gently but she knew how to make me feel even more guilty. That night as we ate dinner, Richard asked for water and I couldn't help but speak up. "I will get you some." I said jumping up. "Mom is too tired and her body hurts really bad. Right mom?" I said trying to appease my mother. "Thank you dear." she said. She was obviously surprised but happy that I was thinking about her comfort. "You are welcome mom. I hope that massage from J is making you feel better." I said cheerfully. The time seemed to stop. Richard looked at me and then at my mother who was nervous and almost sweating. "It was nothing." she stammered. "J was showing me how to take care of my skin." "Yeah. In fact mom had to take her clothes off so J could help her." I chimed in. Both Richard and mom were shocked. Mom almost pushed me aside and quickly started her lies. "He doesn't know what he is saying. J was merely checking to see if my old, outdated cosmetics had left any significant damage on my skin. You know you never buy me good stuff Richard." Richard took a deep breath and then started eating again. That night, I saw my mother rubbing her body against Richard's as she led him to their bedroom. I stayed in the living room watching TV and in less than ten minutes mom came out. She was in a robe and had nothing on underneath. "God! You are always so flaccid Richard. Once, just once, I want something that is just a bit hard even if not too long." I heard her say as she closed the bedroom door behind her and walked down. She sat heavily on couch, next to me. "Everything okay mom?" I asked. "Everything is just perfect darling. You are the best son a mother could ask for." and my sexy, horny mother kissed my forehead and caused an erection that I hoped she didn't notice. About a week later I stayed home. "J is coming over and we will do some exercises. I want you to stay in your room." mom said. I nodded. Mom and J disappeared into her bedroom and for next hour, I heard the bed creaking, people kissing and panting and groaning and moaning. When it was over, mom and J came out. She was completely naked. J had his pants on. Mom held J's hand and came down the stairs. They both sat next to me. My mother looked at me and then openly kissed J whose eyes kept darting in my direction. "Wouldn't he tell?" J whispered in mom's ears. "That's the point dear!" my mother said loud enough for me to hear and kissed him on the mouth. Then she looked at me and opened her legs. For the first time I saw my mother's cunt. It was completely shaved. Her cunt lips were black and big. Almost 7" long, it was the biggest cunt I had seen and when mom opened her legs, her cunt opened up like a tunnel. I could have slipped my whole hand in and still would not feel the walls of that huge vagina. My mother stretched her arms out and I walked in and sat on her naked lap. "You know what we were doing honey?" mom asked stroking my face. "No" I said shaking my head. "You know Richard is not happy with me these days. So I invited J to show me how to fuck a man properly. Now I can make him cum and Richard will be happy." I didn't understand. "Show him." mom said to J. He stripped and I saw his 7 and half inch white cut cock meat pop out of his underwear. Mom grabbed the cock and started milking it. "Of course Robert's cock is not this big or hard." she said while still stroking J and cupping his balls. In a few minutes J and mom started copulating right in front of me. When J positioned his body on top of mom and began inserting his cock into her massive cunt, mom stopped him. "Larry. Why don't you hold J's cock and guide it into your mother's cunt hun." "Yes mom." I replied. I walked around and saw J's white, pale ass and then his dark cock and balls. I touched him lightly and felt him twitch. Then I grabbed his tool more confidently and pushed it into my mother's open pussy. "Aahhh! That's it baby! That's your mother's pussy. You know you ripped me apart when you came out otherwise my cunt used to be quite tight." For next 10 minutes J plowed my mother's soft body while I watched every part of her flesh ripple under the non stop thrusts. When J came he groaned and mom grabbed his hips and pulled him closer putting her legs around him. "He is cumming in me Larry. He is putting his sperms in your mother's cunt." I didn't understand. "Come around. Tell me what you see." she said. I walked around once again and came face to face with the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My mother's cunt was now wide open. J's cock was fully buried with only the balls left outside. Thick white juice leaked from my mother's vagina and I described the whole scene to her. "Take a picture son." mom said. "Take a picture of your mother as she learns how to make her man happy." I did. I took several pics of mom and J from all angles. When J finally pulled out from mom, she clenched her hips and put her hand on her pussy. She asked J to leave. It was funny how eager he was to get away after he had cum in my mother. As soon as J left and I closed the door, my mother called me. "Get me a cup Larry. Quick!" I ran to the kitchen and came back with a coffee cup. "Hold it next to mom's cunt honey." I did and my mother removed her hand. Thick white sperms ran down from my mother's cunt and into the cup. She squeezed her cunt and then inserted a few fingers and opened her hole further. More white cum ran out and soon the cup's base was covered. "Isn't it beautiful Larry? Can you see the cunt-cream that J left in your mother?" "Yes mom!" I said excitedly. "That's the only thing a man is good for baby. If a man can't give a woman his sperms, he is not a man." "Not a man? Then what is he mom?" "He is a "Richard" Larry!" mom said laughing! She put her finger in the cup and mixed the cream around a bit. Then my mother handed me the cup. "Finish it darling. It will give you strength and tonight you will need lot of strength" I never argued with my mother. I put the cup to my lips and drank the white sperms that J had left in my mother's cunt. That night mom loaded all the pictures I had take on to the computer. Before Richard came home, mom dressed in her micro mini, leather boots and gloves and black, see through blouse. She also put on heavy makeup and we waited for Richard who came back 6 o' clock sharp. "I am hungry." he announced. "Of course dear." mom said gently coming down the stairs. Richard was shocked to see mom. "What the hell Linda!" he yelled. "What the hell are you wearing? Your son is right here!" "Oh that's okay. He likes this dress." mom said nonchalantly. "What the hell are you talking about? He can see your rear in that thing. Do you have no shame?" Richard couldn't contain himself. "That's okay Richard." I said putting my hand on his in an attempt to soothe him. "I have seen mom's buttocks when she was with J. She fed me the cream." Robert was shocked. He started shaking. "What are you talking about Larry?" he asked. "You know, mom gave me J's cream from her....." "From my tube." mom chimed in. "J brought some of his special cream that is good for me. I shared it with Larry. I think he liked it." "I sure did mom. It was delicious!" I didn't know any better. "Oh you!" mom smiled with almost no nervousness today. "J's cream is for internal application so it is not going to harm you." Richard was suspicious. His eyes were open wide as he looked at mom, her semi-naked body and then at me. "Listen champ." he said gently. "Why don't you bring your laptop here and you and I will watch your favorite videos." "Yippy!" I liked this man. When Richard started the laptop, the screen was littered with naked pictures of my mother. Unfortunately, I was a poor photographer. None of the pictures showed mom's or J's face clearly but they all showed their genitals, including my mother's large breast hanging on one side as she lay on the couch with J on top of her. Another picture showed a closeup of her pussy. J's cock was still inside her but thick cum was seeping out from her huge hole. Richard almost had a heart attack. He couldn't speak but in a desperate attempt to protect me, he covered my eyes! "LINDA!!!" he yelled. I was taken aback. Richard knew how to get angry and for the first time in 5 years, I was scared of him. "What honey?" my mother sauntered over, her hips swinging more than usual and her tits bouncing around under sheer blouse. Her nipples were erect. Richard didn't say anything but looked at mom. "Oh my God!" mom said with absolutely no surprise in her voice. "How did all that porn get on my computer?" "Larry! you bad boy!" mom said winking at me. "Are you going to tell me that it is internet porn?" Richard said grinding his teeth. "Of course. This little horny bastard downloaded pictures of some old whore and forgot to erase them." mom said casually. "Linda! I can tell it is you. I can see the mole on your ass." Richard yelled at mom. "What the fuck are you implying Richard?" mom asked him angrily. "Are you suggesting I am fucking other people and letting them take pictures of my sexual escapades and then load it up on my computer that my son uses? You think I am really that sick?" Richard stared at mom and she stared back. I looked at one and then the other. Nobody was quitting. Finally, after almost a minute, Richard raised his eyebrows and closed his eyes. Mom lowered hers and didn't blink. "Linda, I am sorry. Its just that you have changed a bit." "So have you Mr. Flaccid." mom growled. "You are lucky to have me. Look at me. I am still young and sexy. I am Goddess and you and your little limp dick doesn't deserve me. Do you?" "Linda please." Richard pleaded. "Not in front of Larry." "Why not? He should know what real women want. What his mother wants." I looked at her. For some reason my mother looked taller and more of a woman than ever before. She seemed to fill the room while Richard was withdrawing and looked smaller and more fragile and old than every before. He hung his head in shame. He was defeated. My mother looked at him with disdain and stepped closer. Richard was now looking at mom's big leather boots with no strength or courage to look up. Had he tried, he would have seen what I saw. My mother's naked pussy under her super micro mini. Fully shaved, it was open like a fully blossomed rose and a pleasant and intoxicating aroma emanated from that gorgeous flower. After a few minutes, mom moved even closer. Her leather clad feet now touched Richard's hands who was sitting on floor with me. His head was next to her thighs. Mom lifted her hand and ran it on Richard's almost bald head. She patted him like a dog and whispered gently, "It is ok baby. I know it is not your fault. You are just too old and will never be able to satisfy a woman." Richard started sobbing. "Don't worry. I will not leave you. I will stay as long as you behave like a good boy, like Larry." "I will" Richard whispered through his sobs. "Please don't leave me." And just like that, after 5 years of her marriage, my mother had finally taken full control of the house, her husband and everything he owned. I knew our life will never be same again but even I didn't know how much my mother had changed. In next few months, Richard and I learned that we were in the presence of a woman who was just too good for either one of us. She was a Goddess and we were not worthy of her presence. The fact that she accepted us as her slaves was good enough for us. But it was that fateful day that our Goddess took her rightful place in our house and our life.