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WARNING:-
The following story is the fruit of my perverted imagination. The following story IS THE SECOND PART OF MY STORY "My Mother- An Introduction" and contains CUCKOLDRY, BDSM, MALE-DOMINATION, MMF, HUMILIATION AND INCEST. If you think this is not your type of story, PLEASE DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.
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Hello everybody, it's Sean here again as promised. Sean Johnson, you remember me, right? I am your skinny, nerdy every day guy with a 4-1/2 inch penis. I wrote about my submissive adventure with my mother in my last story; still don't remember me?
Ok, you might remember me from my mother's name. My mother's name is Claire Johnson and she is the owner of an escort agency, a very popular one. Although she doesn't need to work; she still works as an escort and a very high priced one mind you!! She is very famous or rather, I should say infamous due to her work and (ahem...) Assets. She fucks random clients who are obviously well endowed and sometimes very rich and resourceful. She comes back home straight after that and then ties me to her bed and makes me clean her pussy and ass; all the while narrating to me how she was used by her client/s that day.
If you still don't remember me, you might as well go and read my first story.
It was a Friday evening and I was alone in the house, just back from school. Mom was still not back from her work. I ate a sandwich and drank a glass of orange juice. I had a lot of homework so I went to my room to complete my work. I was halfway through my homework, when the phone rang; it was mom. I picked up the phone and said, "Hello."
"Ohh...hello sweetie. I... Ahhh... Aahh... I'm going to be late today honey. So... Mmmm... you have to make dinner today... and... and... do the odd chores that need to be done." She told me in between her loud moans and grunts.
"Ok mom." I replied.
"Thanks...Uhh...sweethhheart Ahhh... Mommy soooo loves you." She can hardly speak. The sound of something slapping against flesh was the last thing I heard before disconnecting the phone.
I concentrated on my homework again. I finished it quickly and went to fix some dinner for us. I am not at all a great cook, but this sort of situation has arisen plenty of times in the last couple of years, and I have become accustomed to it. I prepared some pasta and finished all my chores; but Mom was still not back. It was a long day at school and after doing all the chores I was feeling quite tired.
I lay on the sofa and switched on the television, after some channel surfing I settled on a movie, but I couldn't concentrate I was feeling sleepy and turned on at the same time. I kept on thinking about the phone call and it was making my penis uncomfortably hard inside my chastity belt; and suddenly I realized, in the background of my mom's loud cries and moans I had heard not one but two male voices, cursing. It was very loud and clear. Then it dawned it on me that mom was with more than one guy today and the phone must have been in speaker mode. I was slowly getting aroused thinking about it. Although mom would later narrate me the whole thing, still I could not help myself imagining the scene.
Mom entered a cheap motel at the highway with two young, handsome guys, one on each side. The manager must have been surprised at first, seeing three well-dressed people; a woman in her mid-thirties maybe or early forties and two young men in their mid-twenties, coming to his shady establishment, but slowly he understands the whole thing. They smell of fine liquor. One of the guys goes to the manager and asks for a room, the other one flirting and touching mom inappropriately a little far from the counter. The manager gives him the key and they proceed to the room. The manager's eyes must have been fixed on mom's enticingly swaying ass, covered in a tight, gray skirt.
As soon as they enter the room, they attack mom like wild dogs attacking their prey, roughly mauling mom's firm 38DD tits, and tight ass through her clothes all the while kissing her lips, sucking, and nibbling on her neck. Hearing mom's stories I knew sometimes, she liked to tease; especially the younger ones. She must have broken free from their strong embraces laughed and told them to be little patient.
"Be a little patient darlings, Mrs. Johnson will fulfill your each and every fantasy today." She tells them smiling sexily.
"Why don't you two sit in the bed take off your clothes and be a little comfortable, while I give you a little show." She tells them.
Mom has been practicing pole dancing and stripping for a couple of months now, her new fitness routine. I knew this because she had tied me to a chair and practiced it in front of me a few times. This was my reward for being a good boy in my cleaning duties, and helping her at home.
Back in the cheap motel room with broken windows, where the passer-byes can clearly see what's going on inside the room, Mom turns on some sexy dance music, she will walk to the window to open the curtains because she is a hopeless exhibitionist. She comes to the middle of the room where her spectators can have a clear view. She starts by undoing her hair and then rolling her head wildly to let her lustrous mane of flaming red hair flow down like a waterfall. She then starts shaking her matronly hips to the beat of the music in the most sinful erotic way. The guys are clearly surprised at this awesome turn of events. They freeze in their places, unable to peel their eyes off of the redheaded buxom vixen in front of them, their jaws wide open, their clothes half-lying on the floor and their dicks now hard in their pants making a substantial bulge.
Mom looks at her young spectators and gives them a naughty smile licking her luscious, red lips, and then she slowly closes her eyes and runs her hands on her breasts. She slowly moves her hands to unbutton her tight, black silky shirt never missing a beat. Her deep cleavage slowly coming into view of the awestruck duo, beads of perspiration forming on their brows, their breathing a little heavier. Mom also starts breathing heavily now, more from her arousal than her dancing.
