Texas Momma Whore

While my head is resting in my son's lap, he sips his drink. I can't resist my desire and start to lick at his hairy balls and the shaft of his cock. His hand moves to the back of my head holding me as I use my mouth to worship him. Within minutes, his cock is hard again and I continue to lick the shaft and suck gently on his balls.

"God you are such a fucking whore," my son says to me. "I just fucked the shit out of you and then filled your slutty mouth with my cum and now here you are getting me all worked up again."

I look up at his face, hoping he is not mad at me for my behavior. His other hand finds my head and he guides my mouth over the head of his cock. He moves his hand to the back of my head again and pushes, filling my mouth with his hardness.

"Jesus Christ! I know one thing is for sure. If there is anyone in Texas better at sucking cock than you, I'd be surprised. Slow the fuck down. I don't want to cum too soon. Just love it with your mouth while I finish my drink," my son instructs me.

I slide my mouth slowly up and down his length. Not having been given any other instructions, I decide to use my hand on his stiff rod and suck first one and then the other of his cum filled orbs into my mouth. My son's hand hovers over the back of my head, not guiding me, but as a constant reminder not to stop what I am doing. As I suck and lick his balls, I work his cock until the head is covered by a thin coating of his pre-cum. Holding him in my hand, I slide my tongue out of my mouth and make eye contact with him as I lick the salty treat.

"Slide back a little bit," I am instructed as my son slides forward on the sofa. "Let's find out just how much of a slut whore you really can be. "

He lifts his legs and places his heels on the edge of the chair and the coffee table. I remain kneeled between his legs awaiting my instructions.

"Now, whore. Let's see how good you can lick my ass," he commands.

I move forward and use my hand to ease his ball sack out of the way.

"Not like that. Use your hands to spread my ass cheeks. I want my balls resting over your eyes as you lick my ass, whore."

I do as instructed and let my hands rest on his firm butt. I spread them gently and then move my face under his balls. I stick my tongue out and find his asshole, feeling his heavy balls on my face. I begin to tongue his ass, probing gently with each lick.

"That's it, whore. Lick my fucking ass. You are such a slut. I know I own you now. Sweet little Momma whore licking her son's tight asshole. Now be a good little slut and let me feel your tongue in there. Get busy you fucking slut whore!"

I point my tongue and guide it up to the rim of his asshole. Unknown to my son, ass rimming is one of my favorite chores and soon I am thrusting my tongue as deep as I can and moaning while doing so. I instinctively move a hand up to my son's cock and begin to slowly stroke him as I continue to suck his ass. I can feel his hardness throbbing in my hand and I let out another moan. All of a sudden my head is pushed away and I land sitting on the floor. My son stands and towers over me, his hard cock waving in front of me.

"You think you're pretty smart don't ya? Well it seems you have already forgotten who is in charge here. We can fix that though. Get your ass out to the garage and bring me the rope hanging on the wall. Move!" he yells.

I rush to the garage my mind trying to understand what I did wrong. I find the rope and hurry back to the living room. My son directs me to the dining table next to the living room.

"Stand right here, bitch," he orders postioning me facing the table. He moves two chairs so they are facing each other in front of the table.

"Kneel on the chairs."

I do and as I get in position, my son ties my ankles to the backs of the chairs. He then has me lean towards the table and ties my wrists together before running the rope over the table and tying it off.

"There that should hold you just fine. Don't need you getting all sassy with me, now do we?" he asks from behind me.

"No," I answer.

My response is met with his hand landing across my bare ass. The smacking sound echoes through the entire room.

"Nope. Not good enough anymore. What was it you called me earlier? Master, wasn't it. I think I like that. I am your Master from now on, and to show your respect you will answer me using that name. Do you understand, my little whore?"

"Yes, Master. I understand."

"Very good. Now let's get on with this," my Master tells me.

He pulls the chairs away from the table so my head rests on my bound arms in front of me. Then he pulls the chairs apart so that my legs, tied to the chairs, are spread lewdly apart. He runs his hands over my ass and down between my legs. I'm soaking wet not only from the previous load my son pumped into my pussy, but also from all the continuing excitement.

"You see, here's the problem. You are enjoying yourself way too much. You have to learn that from now on my pleasure is most important. Not yours. I decide when you should enjoy yourself. Not you. I decide when you will cum. Not you. And now you will get a demonstration of what happens when you forget that," my new Master tells me.

I hear him move away and then return to me. With my head down on my arms, I can't see what he is doing. But I soon find out. The crack is as loud as the pain when his belt straps my ass cheeks. I know this belt, as I bought it for him. It's two inches wide and made of thick leather. I even remember a fleeting fantasy as I picked it out from the rack of other more modern styled belts.

The belt lands again and I try to jump from the pain of the hit. My legs are spread so wide that I can't move and all I succeed in doing is lurching back and forth a bit.

"Hold the fuck still, whore. You took your pleasure while sucking my ass. I heard you fucking moaning. Now you take your punishment," my son/Master informs me.

I clench my teeth and try to breathe through the whipping I am receiving. After about ten hits, I feel his hand rubbing my very sore cheeks. I can feel how cool his hand is to my warmed over ass. I can only hope he doesn't rub my cunt and find out how much I enjoyed the negative attention I was given. But alas, this was not to be so either, as his hand moves back between my legs.

"Now I have seen everything," he says in a mere whisper. "You are so pathetic. I fuck your slutty cunt and you get off. I fill your mouth and cover your bitch face, and you get off. I have you suck my asshole and you get off. I beat your whore ass with a leather belt and all that happens is you get even wetter. Let's see what you think of this then."

I feel the head of his cock against my asshole. I feel as he spits on my ass and then rubs his cock in it to make it a little slick. Then without any warning he shoves in. It hurts like hell and I yell in pain.

"That's what I want to hear. Finally something that you don't like," he says pushing until his balls touch my soaked cunt.

What my new Master doesn't know is I love this too. Yes, it is painful at first, especially since it has been so many years since something so large has penetrated my ass, but all too soon, he will learn what a true slut whore his Momma really is.

"How you like that whore? You like having your son plowing up your fucking ass?" he asks.

I can't lie. I have to tell him the truth. "Yes, Master. I love you fucking my ass. I need it so bad. I need to be your whore and to be used for your pleasure, whatever it may be."

"Good. Just the way it should be. Now I can fuck any of your three holes whenever I want, right?"

"Yes, Master. My body belongs to you. You can use me whenever you wish. My only desire is to please you."

"And what about Stacy? Will you serve your daughter too? Will you be her Momma whore too?" he questions.

"Oh God, yes."

"Would you lick her fresh fucked pussy, full of cum."

"Yes, Master, I would." I answer.

"So you will serve us both in any way we wish?"

"Yes, Master. I will do whatever I am told to do by either of you."

My son fucks my ass hard and fast. I can still feel the heat from the whipping when he pushes into me and now his balls are whipping my pussy on each stroke. I try to ignore the sensations, try to think of something else. The sensations and thoughts of being a slave whore to my children are almost too much. I knew I shouldn't worry as my wonderful Master reads my mind.

"Cum for me whore. I want to feel your ass tighten around my cock as you cum and then I'm gonna fill your ass. Do it bitch, cum for me!" he commands.

With permission given, I give into the feelings. All the pent up frustrations. The pounding in my ass, his balls slapping my wet cunt, his fingers pinching my nipples…Oh my God!

"Arrrrgghhhhh! Yes! Oh Fuck! Yes!" I scream and as my muscles contract and relax again and again, I feel my son push deep and cum with me. He holds tight into me until my orgasm subsides then he pulls out with a slight plop.

He unties my legs and then my arms before instructing me to go to the kitchen and bring three drinks back. My first thought is he must be very thirsty from all the work he has done on me. Those thoughts changed when I walk back into the living room and find my daughter, Stacy, sitting in a chair across from Isaac.

I move into the room and begin to blush, wondering what my daughter must think of me standing in front of her with cum on my face and tits, dripping out of my pussy, and a fresh load dripping from my ass. I should have known better than to wonder.

"I should have known you would love getting ass fucked. You are a fucking whore, just like Isaac told me. You better get him cleaned up and then you and I will discuss what you need to do for me."

The tears forming in my eyes were no longer from frustration and anger, but from the joy of being back in the place I longed to be.