Naughty Slut Becomes a MILF Ch. 01

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Naughty Slut Becomes a MILF Ch. 01 — Slutty MILF accidentally fucks her cub.

Submitted: January 18, 2022 to Literotica (Copyright Kaizer Wolf)

NOTE: Changes to this story are unlikely.

Tags: cheating (wife sharing), big tits, MILF, mother son sex, incest, first time, domination (mommy dom), oral sex

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WARNING: This story aims to be realistic, and therefore:

—- The MILF is slutty, assertive, and pretty much holds all the power in this situation (as would usually be the case in real life).

—- The father-figure, who isn’t in the story much, regularly shares his wife.

—- The 18-year-old MC is level-headed and thinks in realistic terms, given his situation. Meaning, he accepts what he’s offered, knowing negotiation isn’t possible (and it’s not).

—- DON’T READ IF: you’re not okay with kissing after a blowjob (NO fluid exchange, just regular kissing after stuff was swallowed by the female, and she’s had a drink to rinse), OR if you’re not okay with the MC getting sloppy seconds (sex with woman, after another man, though not at the same time)

OTHERWISE, if those things are cool with you, then this story is ridiculously hot.

(Chapter 1 sets everything up, and things get super hot from Chapter 2 onward.)

Enjoy.

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– CHAPTER 1: Accidental MILF –

– SATURDAY, JUNE 4: Early Morning –

For several years now, my mom and dad had been having a regular ‘date night’ about once a month.

Usually, they’d go out on Friday or Saturday night, and come home extremely late — often at least a little tipsy, and always looking extremely happy and content, as if they’d just had the time of their life.

Which was great.

I was glad my parents were happy, and that their relationship was stable. Especially since I might be living at home for a while as I attended a local college.

However, in the last seven or eight months, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, the semi-regular ‘date night’ had transitioned to an almost weekly thing, with my mom always coming in to check on me when they got back super late, since I was otherwise left home alone when they were gone.

At first, I hadn’t thought much of the situation, just trying to focus on my own stuff, since I had been in my last year of school at the time, and wanted to finish off the year strong before I graduated. But then, I began to notice that my mom always smelled a certain way whenever she came home.

It was a somewhat familiar scent, but I couldn’t place it for the longest time, and it wasn’t until two weeks after I’d graduated, at the beginning of June, that I finally identified it.

It had been another date night when it happened, and I was of course home by myself, using the opportunity to look up some pictures online so I could masturbate. The first time I got off that evening was normal — I cummed into a couple of tissues and promptly threw them away.

However, when it got later into the night, and I got there a second time, the bundle of tissues I was using broke from stroking too aggressively, and I ended up getting cum all over the outside of my shirt and gym shorts. Initially, I was just going to wipe it off, but realized I was just smearing it more than anything, and decided to toss my clothes into my laundry basket.

It was at that time, when I took my shirt off, that I accidentally got a strong whiff of my own cum in the process.

A smell I’d never really paid attention to, or otherwise noticed.

I pretty much always cummed into a tissue or toilet paper, and always got rid of it right away. And I showered daily, so I was sure the scent never lingered on me or my clothing.

Still, I hadn’t thought much of the almost ‘chemically’ scent, just focused on getting fresh clothes on, since I knew my parents might be home soon.

And sure enough, my mom and dad came home barely twenty minutes later.

Of course, now that I didn’t have to wake up for school, I was usually awake pretty late anyway, so I answered the phone right away when I got the call a little after 2:00 AM.

My mom let me know that they were almost home, explaining that they’d been forced to call a ride because they both had too much to drink, requesting for me to help bring my father in when they got there.

It was plenty warm outside, so I just tossed on a pair of flipflops and went out in my fresh shorts and t-shirt to meet them when their ride pulled up.

Sure enough, dad was super hammered, and seemed nearly unconscious as he slurred his words, being the most drunk I’d ever seen him. But we managed to get him in the house and on the couch on his side, where I knew he would stay all night, since he occasionally slept on the couch anyway, finding it really comfortable for tipobet365 yeni giriş his back.

My mom then began making her way to their bedroom upstairs, but I quickly realized she was actually more tipsy than I’d assumed, sounding like she almost tripped and fell. I quickly ran after her, and found her struggling to right herself, her blonde hair hiding her face, prompting me to walk her the rest of the way to her room.

She, umm, thanked me…unsurprisingly…

But used my dad’s name…

I decided not to correct her, figuring it was just a slipup, considering she’d literally just helped me put my dad on the couch. And it wouldn’t have been the first time my mom got our names mixed up, especially if she was upset and scolding one of us.

Thus, I just focused on getting her to her own bed, and letting her take it from there.

My mom was actually dressed pretty provocatively, as was usually the case when they went on their dates, wearing a short silk dress that hugged her figure like a prom dress, emphasizing her large bust, medium waist, and wide hips. Between her model figure, slightly tan skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes, all sharply contrasted against the dress color, she was kind of a femme fatale, though I knew that she was highly committed to dad.

Honestly, she was good-looking enough that she could totally be a pornstar…which was a thought I knew I shouldn’t be having, though I knew part of the reason I thought that was because she’d gotten implants a few years ago, and I’d seen a lot of fake boobs online, especially in porn videos.

When I was younger, mom’s bust had always been a bit on the larger side compared to her overall level of skinniness. But, right around the time they started going on dates regularly, my dad paid for her to get implants to enhance and augment her already generous breasts.

Which…had been a pretty awkward conversation, when my dad told me about the surgery, so that I wouldn’t be shocked the day my mom came home with pornstar tits.

Of course, he hadn’t described it like that, but at some point I’d sort of connected the two ideas in my head, especially with how my mom looked overall.

But honestly, for the most part, I hadn’t really thought much about the change considering that my mom still looked like herself, her breasts just being much bigger, but with her still being that same familiar person I’d grown up with. Plus, her breasts didn’t strike me as looking overly fake like what I’d seen online.

She still wore a bra most of the time, and the few times I’d seen her wearing something without a bra, like a silk nightgown that I probably wasn’t meant to see her in, her breasts looked large and plump, but still kind of natural.

Needless to say, after the physical change, I decided to not put much thought into it, since it was kind of awkward thinking about it too much.

But looking at my mom now, I could easily imagine her just being a random hot woman on my computer. She was dressed a little slutty, as usual, and definitely had a body to kill for, being absolutely gorgeous for a forty-one-year-old woman.

Honestly, she could probably pass for a thirty year old, no problem.

And I was surprised to realize that, when I went back to my room, I might end up thinking about her appearance much more than usual, possibly even fantasizing a bit about what I was seeing right now, prior to getting to sleep.

However, once I helped her get into the master bedroom, the dark space only lit by the hallway light, I was just beginning to turn to leave when my mom spoke up.

“Oh honey, could you help me unzip this?” she wondered, with me seeing that she was actively trying to reach back to get at the zipper.

I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, but figured it would be no big deal for me to help her unzip it a little before I left. And it wasn’t like I’d see anything when it was so dark, even if she was accidentally exposed.

“Umm, sure mom,” I replied, walking up to her and carefully using both hands to grab both the top of the silk dress, as well as the tiny little zipper.

My mom made an amused noise at that, sounding like she said something under her breath about ‘roleplay,’ but I tried to focus on the task at hand.

The zipper came down a few inches just fine, but then I realized there was a couple of hooks holding together the top, which gave me more trouble than I was expecting when I tried to undo them.

“Here,” my mom said gently, reaching back again with both hands. “Should have known you’d struggle with such a simple task. Tug it down a little more, and…” Her voice trailed off as I tugged enough so she could reach the hook, with her beginning to lean more away from me as she stretched, her firm butt suddenly against my thigh. Of course, I was well aware my mom was shorter than me, but never had I paid so much attention as right in that moment, when I felt her press against my leg, her wide hips a few inches lower than mine.

I tipobet365 giriş cleared my throat the moment she got it unhooked, with her quickly grabbing in front of her again to prevent her dress from slipping off her breasts.

“Umm, you good now?” I wondered.

She nodded, turning her head to the side, almost to the point of resting her chin on her bare shoulder. “Yes, thank you sweetie. Can I have another kiss?”

I frowned slightly at her use of the word ‘another,’ but decided to give her a quick one on the cheek, and then head to bed. However, while leaning forward to press my lips to her soft skin, aiming for her cheek in the extremely dim light, I froze solid the moment my lips touched her warm face.

That smell.

The one I’d been noticing for months now.

Suddenly, I knew exactly what it was, and it literally shocked me.

Her mouth smelled like cum.

Unexpectedly, my mom sighed heavily as she leaned into my kiss, her hand reaching up to run her fingers through my hair, only for her to begin twisting in front of me, her full lips suddenly on mine.

My already frozen body immediately locked up even more, to the point that I began to tremble slightly as her tongue suddenly separated my lips, beginning to probe inside my mouth, even as both of her hands clasped my face to hold me in place.

I couldn’t comprehend what was happening right now, and couldn’t even think to stop it, my mom’s intense kissing becoming even more passionate as she made-out with my face.

She then abruptly slid one hand behind my neck as her other hand lowered to find my wrist, only to tug my arm up and place my palm on her half-naked breast.

I began trembling as she covered my hand with her own and forced my palm to squeeze her tit.

She then moaned again into my mouth, only to pull away just enough to speak, her lips moving against mine.

“It’s finally your turn, honey,” she whispered, her hand moving to the top of my gym shorts, beginning to reach inside for my cock. “I need you to cum in my naughty pussy.”

Everything was happening so fast that I was just trying to focus on my breathing, especially once her lips smashed into mine again and I only had my nose to suck in air, with her passionately kissing me as she pulled my cock out.

I didn’t even have time to think about where this was going.

All at once, my mom wrapped her arm more fully around my neck, partially pulling herself up on her tip toes as she abruptly wrapped one leg around my hip while using her hand to place my cock at the perfect angle.

And then suddenly, just like that, I was sinking into my mom, no panties to hinder the penetration, with me reflexively wrapping my arms around her waist and tugging her both forward and down, even as her tongue continued to thrust into my mouth.

Oh my God.

She was so warm, ridiculously wet, and the sensation around my cock was beginning to overwhelm all my other thoughts. Because now all I suddenly cared about was pursuing the intense feeling that was threatening to overpower me.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

Nothing else mattered right now, except this intense feeling.

My hips began twitching on their own, thrusting deeper and deeper, even as my mom readjusted her leg on my hip, partially balanced on one foot as she held onto me heavily with her arm wrapped around my neck. It felt so amazing, and yet I had just cummed less than thirty minutes ago, not to mention she just felt so loose and wet, making it feel like it was going to take me a while to build up to my climax.

There wasn’t quite enough stimulation from being inside of her to make me pop right away, and I knew from online comparisons that my eight-inch cock was at least above average, so I didn’t think it was a size issue.

But that realization, that this might take a few minutes, only made me thrust harder.

My mom unexpectedly moaned loudly then, as she broke our kiss and wrapped both of her arms fully around my neck, hugging me tightly as I continued to pound my cock into her snatch.

“Oh honey,” she moaned. “Oh baby boy, yes. Oh yes, sweetie. Oh…AHHHH!”

She screamed in obvious ecstasy, her body tensing against mine as I kept up my pace, wanting so desperately to get there too, only for her to begin gasping as I continued thrusting, her own hips starting to twitch again in seemingly another orgasm.

All at once, she abruptly buried her face against my neck as she moaned loudly again, starting to tremble now, only to reach down with her other hand and grab my ass firmly the moment I began tensing myself.

I shot my load inside her, my cock pulsing, and pulsing, and pulsing like it was trying as hard as it could to never stop.

And then it hit me.

What I’d just done.

Oh shit.

My mom continued to hold firmly onto my ass as she sighed heavily in contentment. “Oh baby, that was absolutely amazing,” she whispered. “Why can’t you fuck like that every time?”

I tipobet365 güvenilirmi didn’t respond.

I couldn’t respond.

Would she recognize my voice? Would she still think I was dad?

She sighed again. “I’m so exhausted. Please help me get on the bed, honey. I’ll finish changing after I lie down for a minute.”

I tried to breathe as she pulled off my cock, still hanging onto me while tugging a little toward the bed, only for her to giggle when I helped her sit down. “Wow, we’re going to have to wash the comforter tomorrow. I’m leaking a lot,” she added, giggling again.

I still didn’t respond as I gently helped her lay down, my hands starting to shake, glad when we were finally separated, and even more thankful to see that her eyes were closed in the dim light. I then went and grabbed the fluffy blanket they kept at the end of the bed, and pulled it over her, wanting to hide her half naked body as if to hide from my mind what I’d just experienced.

What I’d just done to my own mom.

Because I definitely felt like I was the guilty one here.

In hindsight, it was obvious that she thought I was dad, not to mention she was pretty drunk. Which meant, even though it was true she one-hundred percent came onto me, I was the only sober person who understood what was really happening, and I should have been the one to put a stop to it.

But I didn’t.

I had been so stunned, that I didn’t stop it.

And then so overwhelmed with lust, that I couldn’t stop it.

Fuck.

Once she was covered, I finally left the room and crept to the stairs, going down just far enough to check to see if my dad was still passed out on the couch, before heading to the hallway bathroom to take a quick shower.

I, umm…

Well, what just happened came over me again in the shower, and I became so desperate to cum again, that I was on my knees, practically working up a sweat as I finally shot another small load next to the drain.

I then got changed in fresh clothes and crawled into my bed, feeling ashamed, nervous, maybe even a little scared, as well as…

Relieved.

My body…it was like my body felt the most relieved and content it had ever been. A bizarre sensation in my gut seemed to radiate throughout my entirety, this full feeling of contentment hitting me, as if I’d never experienced such a level of satisfaction in my entire life.

And that feeling. That physical sensation…

Was what kept those other emotions from getting out of control, as I quickly fell asleep.

I definitely slept as hard as a rock, and could honestly say it was somehow the best night of sleep I’d ever had.

– SATURDAY, JUNE 4: Morning –

When my dad woke me up the next morning, I was beyond relieved that I was still half-asleep, and initially didn’t even remember what happened the previous night.

Because the lack of mental clarity was what kept me from panicking.

My response was groggy as I tried to understand what he’d just said.

“Huh?”

“Work called me in,” he repeated, his voice almost sounding a little strained.

My eyes finally flew open, focusing on him standing over me, a grimace on his face.

He continued. “I’ll probably be back late, since I need to pick up our other car too.” He then sighed heavily, as he reached up for his head. “Shouldn’t have drank so much,” he added, almost to himself.

“Y-You have a hangover,” I commented, almost desperate that a headache was the cause of the look on his face…rather than something else.

He sighed again. “Yep. But work doesn’t care. Perks of being salary.” He shrugged. “Your mom is still sleeping hers off,” he added. “Why don’t you get up and make her breakfast?”

“O-Okay,” I replied.

“But maybe let her sleep in a little longer before you wake her up,” he continued, seeming to reconsider.

I tried to swallow, only able to nod.

Did that mean she was presentable now? If he was implying I could wake her up?

Because I hadn’t exactly left her presentable…

He continued. “Oh, and umm…” He paused, seeming hesitant now. “She didn’t say anything odd last night, did she?” he wondered.

I tried to swallow again, my mouth dry. “Umm, no, not really. Why? Did she say something odd to you?”

He seemed surprised by the question, and I was suddenly concerned I’d asked too much. However, then he shrugged. “Nothing too weird. You know your mother, she normally talks in her sleep a lot. Sounded like she had some pretty crazy dreams last night.”

I couldn’t breathe.

He laughed then. “Apparently your ‘old man’ still has it, at least in her dreams.”

I tried to respond normally. “TMI,” I managed, since normally it truly would be way too much information. Definitely not something I’d want to hear about.

He sighed. “Anyway,” he continued. “Love you, bud. Don’t give your mother a hard time today, okay? She’s probably going to have a headache all morning.” He frowned. “Or maybe not. She usually handles hangovers better than me, but still. Don’t give her an extra headache.”

I nodded. “I won’t,” I promised, my voice almost breaking.

He smiled and then turned around to head out the door, his footsteps growing quieter as he headed down the hall.

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