From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 101 - 102:Pet Mommy 2

Chapter 101: Chapter 102:Pet Mommy 2

He gave hard, deep thrusts into my warmth which had my whole body moving to meet him. "I want to see your boobs, Mommy."

I laughed, as I struggled to pull my t-shirt I wore to bed off, "My boobs, baby. Mommy has tits, big tits."

"Or jugs," he corrected, cupping both my voluptuous tits with his hands the second they were available.

"Yes, baby, play with Mommy’s jugs," I moaned, another naughty word adding to the sin, as he took my left nipple in his mouth. My breathing increased as my son kept pumping his cock in my cunt while pleasing my jugs. In only a couple of minutes and way quicker than usual, I could feel the bubbling rise of the orgasmic tide.

Moving up and pulling out, Michael ordered, "On all fours, Mommy."

My hunger to submit and to come taking control, I obeyed without hesitation. He moved behind me and quickly slipped his cock deep inside my pussy and stopped. I pleaded, desperate for release, "Oh God, Michael, fuck Mommy, please baby."

"No Mom," he replied, his tone amused, "Fuck yourself on your son’s cock."

"Ooooooooh, you diiirty boooooy," I moaned, as I began bouncing back on his cock, allowing his cock to fill me completely.

"Fuck yourself, Mommy-slut," he ordered, slapping my ass.

Being called Mommy-slut only enhanced the naughty reality of the taboo sin I was committing. My backward thrusts onto my son’s missile got faster and harder as I used his cock to get me off.

"Come Pet Mommy, come for your new Master," he ordered, seemingly understanding my need to be controlled and used.

"Yeeeeeees, Master," I moaned, "Mommy is so close."

"Now slut," he ordered, "come now."

"Aaaaaaaah," I came on command wanting to be obedient. The orgasm hit me hard and fast, and I collapsed forward.

As I continued to ride the orgasm, Michael returned to pounding me hard and after a couple more minutes I felt Michael come in me for a second time this morning.

"Fill me with your cum, baby," I moaned, loving feeling my son explode inside of me.

Once he was spent, he slipped out and I felt his cum instantly begin leaking out of my freshly fucked cunt.

"I love you, Mom," he said, collapsing on the bed and wrapping his arms around me.

"I love you too, son," I replied, feeling so safe and secure in my son’s arms.

I closed my eyes and faded back to slumber, feeling content and warm in a way I had not felt in years.

.....

When I woke up, Michael was gone to school and I reflected on what I had done. Many times in my life the day after has been an ’Oh my God I can’t believe I did that,’ followed by anxiety and guilt. Surprisingly, after committing such a taboo act against society’s standards, I felt no guilt, no anxiety, just an odd equilibrium.

The rest of the day was busy with a few houses to show and it was almost five before I got home.

Michael and Frederick were playing some killing video game as usual. Seeing my son through the eyes of a lover made everything different. He was no longer my shy, geeky son, but was now a sexy, well-equipped stud who I loved with all my heart and soul.

I loved him as a son.

I loved him as a lover.

I loved him as the sweet young man he had become.

I loved him as the dominant Master he was capable of transforming into.

I loved him unconditionally and even after less than one day the line between mother and lover was greying and merging into a murky mix of confusion.

I left the boys alone and made supper even as I craved more of the powerful intimacy of the past twenty-four hours.

I asked, "Is Frederick staying for dinner?"

"If I may," Frederick replied, polite as always.

"Of course, you are always welcome for dinner, Frederick," I smiled while quickly giving Michael a look that hopefully implied I was hoping to have him for dinner.

During supper, I slipped my heels off and moved my stocking-clad foot between Michael’s legs under the table.

At first touch Michael gave a surprised gasp, followed by a slight smirk.

I slowly rubbed his cock through his pants throughout dinner which clearly had him distracted by his lack of complete sentences throughout dinner.

Dinner done, I cleaned up, as the boys returned to their video game. Just as I was finishing putting the last dish in the dishwasher, Michael came into the kitchen. He walked over to me, a devious grin on his face. He unzipped his pants, pulled his stiff ready to go cock out and pointed at it. "Get sucking, Mommy."

"But Frederick is in the other room," I protested, surprised by his forwardness.

"Was I asking your opinion," he asked, putting his hand on my shoulders. Like a good submissive, I allowed myself to be lowered onto my knees. Thankfully, my kitchen island would block our act of incest if Frederick walked in unannounced. My cunt was burning with hunger as I took his cock in my mouth and hungrily bobbed back and forth. I was on a quest to quickly get him off, the fear of getting caught in an act of incest only seemed to enhance the thrill.

He moaned softly as I frantically devoured his cock like a cheap porn slut. "Fuck Mommy, you are such a great cocksucker."

I moaned on his cock in agreement, as my left hand began rubbing myself.

He continued talking."I bet if I told you to crawl out there like a puppy dog and suck Frederick’s cock, you would do it, wouldn’t you Mommy slut?"

The thought of obeying him turned me on more and I again moaned in the affirmative as I continued to suck his cock furiously.

"Such a fucking slut," he moaned, clearly getting close. "You know Frederick wants to fuck you? I know he jerks off thinking about you all the time. Do you want to fuck my friend, Mommy?"

Another moan not so much in agreement to the question, but to the increasing pleasure I was giving myself with my hand, although the thought that I was an eighteen year old teen’s stroke fantasy added to the turn-on.

Seconds later, my mouth was full of my son’s sticky seed and I relished every drop as I worked to suck him dry.

Pulling out his cock, he looked down at me and said, "Don’t come Mommy, I will finish you later."

He tapped my nose with his cock as I stopped touching myself just seconds from an orgasm. He pulled his cock back into his pants and I had just stood up when Frederick entered the kitchen.

"Dude, what is taking so long?" he asked.

"I just had to help mom with a full load," he said, as he closed the dishwasher, even though the naughty implication was obvious to me and had my cheeks going red.

"Dude, I’m dying on my own," Frederick said, as if the video game was real life and death.

Adding to the innuendo, the thought of fucking Frederick in my head, I quipped, "Sorry Frederick, but Michael needs to do his chores which include unloading daily."

Michael laughed and Frederick looked confused, wondering what was so funny.

Soon I was alone with the sweet aftertaste of my son’s cum lingering in my mouth, a constant reminder of my submissive position and hungry for more.

I was upstairs on my laptop a couple of hours later when Michael came into my room and asked, "Did Mommy obey and not come?"

Closing my laptop, I put it on the nightstand and answered, "Yes Master, Mommy was a good girl."

"Does she want to be a bad girl?" he asked, moving to the bed.

"I can be whatever my big boy wants me to be," I purred, ready for utter submission.

He smiled and after a few seconds he replied, "Hold that thought, I have an idea."

"I bet you do," I playfully retorted, getting on all fours.

"Mommy, do you like roll playing?" he asked.

"Sure," I smiled, moving closer to him. "I really enjoy playing the slutty Mother who becomes a slut for her son."

"I like that one too," he smiled, before adding, "I plan to play that role over and over and over again."

I reached for his concealed weapon and purred, "You better not be teasing Mommy."

He put his finger to my lips. "Shhhh, Mommy. Now I want you to dress like a teacher, is that clear?"

I nodded in agreement as his finger remained on my lips.

"Good Mommy," he smiled, adding, "I’ll be downstairs setting things up."

I watched him walk out impressed by his self-control (I was pretty much throwing myself at him) and his assertiveness (clearly, he was quickly transitioning into his new role as cock of the house).

I got off the bed and pondered what a teacher looks like. I decided to dress conservatively on the outside, but sexy underneath.

I kept on my black thigh highs, discarded my bra and panties and put on a pencil skirt and blue blouse. I put my hair in a bun to add to the teacher look before finishing by taking out my contacts and putting on my seldom worn glasses. Looking in the mirror, I felt I looked more like a librarian than a teacher, but I felt it would do.

I went downstairs and was surprised that Michael was not in the kitchen or the living room. I called out, "Michael where are you?"

He called back, "I am in your classroom, Ms. Lodge."

I assumed that meant my office as that was where his voice was coming from. I went to my office and was surprised to see he had set-up my desk a different way and created a desk for himself out of a table and chair. My desk even had an apple on it and a banana strangely enough.

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