This is my first time writing erotic fiction. I wanted a story where a married mother is corrupted slowly into depravity. So this is a long one where the female character slowly opens up sexually, and is divided into three parts. Actual penetrative sex is in the third, but there is plenty of action beforehand. All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen. Enjoy!
Three Days from Release.
I am John, an eighteen year old college freshman in the Midwest, and this is my story. An incredible story of how my life changed completely thanks to my cousin Dan. It is so insane I still reel when I think about it, and to get this out of my system I have to write it down.
It happened in the last week of summer before I would head off to my first year of college. I had been accepted to the same university my cousin Dan had been, and my parents were really proud of me. Dan was the only son of my mother's elder sister, Heather, a curvaceous drop-dead gorgeous brunette I had harbored a soft spot for as long as I could remember. He was elder to me by eighteen months, a college sophomore, a really cool guy, and had inherited his mother's good looks. He was a straight A student and played varsity. I had looked up to him all my life; he was the elder brother I never had. Dan was also kind of a ladies' man, and had in fact had hooked me up with my current girlfriend, Megan.
Megan was a sophomore at the same university. She was a cute blonde who tied her hair in a ponytail and wore tight jeans which hugged her tight butt and shapely hip. Over the summer Megan and I really hit it off, and before long I had lost my virginity and discovered what a horny fox she was. Trouble is, my mother, Hayley, was a very conservative woman and would never leave me alone with a girl. However, Dan had vouched for Megan and so my mother had allowed her to come up to my room, for two hours each day, to coach me for college courses. And coach me she did.
It was during one of these coaching sessions my mother found Megan blowing me.
Dad had been out on a business trip with his senior partner, and Mom was at Mrs. Jones's. Megan and I had thrown caution to the wind and so we never heard Mom's footsteps up the stairs. Megan had wrapped her fingers around my respectable girth and was pumping my shaft furiously, while lapping my glans with her expert tongue. Over her slurping and our moans we did not hear Mom come in. My spine curdled when I heard the gasp from my door.
The door was agape, and so was Mom's mouth, as her shocked eyes surveyed the depraved scene.
"Oh fuck! Mom!" I heard myself say.
"Oooh, I like that!" Megan moaned, taking her mouth off my cock, "call me 'Mommy', baby! Cum in Mommy's mouth!"
Another gasp came from the doorway.
This time Megan heard it. Startled, she turned back and saw her boyfriend's strict, god-fearing Catholic mother watching her blow her son. And what did she do?
"Hi Mrs. H!" she said cheerfully, pumping my tool even more furiously, "your son's got a tasty dick!"
That hornmuffin!
Mom came into the room, grabbed
Moby Dick
from my desk, and threw it at her head. Too bad she was a crap shot, and Melville's masterpiece hit me squarely on my rapidly wilting dick. I howled out with pain. Undaunted, Mom grabbed Megan by her hair and dragged her to the door, over my protests and I-can-explains.
"Get out of my house, you whore!" Mom screamed. And that was the last I saw of Megan.
Actually, no. I did see Megan at college, and even brought her back to my house, where we fucked each other senseless. Mom got relaxed over her views on sexuality and really got along with Megan. All this wouldn't have been possible without Dan.
Dan visited us for a week every summer, seeing that Aunt Heather and Uncle Kevin went on holidays then. Dan called it their 'honeymoon instalments'. Unlike our family, Dan's was very relaxed about sex, and Aunt Heather would walk around the house in sexy outfits, the cause for my constant erections and many wet dreams. It was Uncle Kevin who gave me the-birds-and-the-bees talk, and had made sure we were introduced to sex and porn in a healthy way. My mother, on the other hand, hid the good looks and curves she shared with her elder sister behind conservative gowns and dresses, and believed that sex was the temptation of the Devil.
Dan was to visit us the next day. I wanted to talk about this embarrassing incident, and to tell him to expect the Spanish Inquisition, seeing that he was the one who recommended Megan for tutoring me. Mom really held Dan in high regard, so maybe she would listen to him. I called him on his cell.
"Hey sport! What's up? Couldn't wait till tomorrow, huh?" Dan's cheerful voice rang through the cell, giving me some degree of comfort. He had gotten me out of trouble before, and could surely do it this time. He had this ability of convincing people. Once we were caught smoking weed in Dad's car by a local cop, and he had talked us out of that situation.
"Hey what's up, man. Listen, you should know, Mom caught Megan and me."
"Jeez! What were you guys doing? Holding hands?" Dan chuckled, "shame on you!"
"Dude. Megan was blowing me," I said, feeling my voice falter. I explained the disaster to him.
There was a pause. "Fuck," Dan said, "I insisted Megan was a responsible girl, and Aunt Hayley had bought it. Why did you have to fuck it up, man?"
"I know, I'm sorry, but Mom listens to you. Please, Dan, help me out on this."
Another pause. "Yeah, I think I might," he said thoughtfully, "I have been wanting to so something the abstinence in your house for a long time. This might be the time to change that," Dan chuckled again, nervously this time. "Okay, see you tomorrow, my man!" And he hung up.
Alright
, I soothed myself,
everything will be all right
. Then I heard Mom shout at me for a bath.
Although I was eighteen and had a driving license, Mom insisted on bathing me every week. Otherwise I was not deemed clean enough for Sunday Church.
I stepped gingerly into the enclosed shower area of the bathroom. shower area of the bathroom. Mom didn't seem angry, just quiet. But her quiet was scary enough. I undressed to my boxers and entered the shower. Usually I was bathed naked, but given that she had seen my dick misbehaving this morning, I thought it was apt to have some shame.
My mother would have none of that. "Those, too," she commanded.
"But Mom, I'm going to college next week!" I protested.
"Yes, and God knows when I'll be able to bathe you again. I won't even know if you'd take any baths there."
I took off my boxers.
She showered me with the handheld and started lathering me up. Usually, she rubbed the soap matter-of-factly, with a purpose. Even when she cleaned my ass and my dick she pressed and rubbed somewhat hard and deaf to my oofs and ouches. Today she was taking her time. Her hands roamed softly over my body, caressing the soap over my skin, as if it was the last time she was touching me.
"My sweet, sweet baby," she purred, "you are gonna miss Mommy's loving touch when you get to college. You grew up so fast!" I had stopped calling her 'Mommy' when I was five or six. She surprised me even more by kneeling down, and instead of roughly lathering my dick as she does, just took it in her hand.
"My poor baby," she whispered to my dick, "did Mommy hurt you today? Oh, my poor baby!" She caressed the length of my dick with both her hands softly. I drew a sharp breath. It was having an effect on me. I started to grow in her hand.
Shit
, I thought,
