From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What!
Chapter 102 - 103: Pet Mommy 3

Chapter 102: Chapter 103: Pet Mommy 3

Realizing quickly we were roll playing and creating some naughty fantasy of my sons, I walked to my desk and being demure sat on top of it, legs crossed, the tops of my thigh high stockings just barely visible.

I began the role-playing by saying, "Good morning class."

"Good morning, Ms. Lodge," my one student replied, staring at my stocking-clad legs.

"So where did we leave off yesterday?" I asked, allowing my son to control the role play scenario.

"You were discussing about the underlying incest plot of Hamlet and his mother," he smiled.

I replied, trying to remember a play I have not read in twenty years, "Well, there have been many Shakespearian experts who point out that there is lots of naughty innuendo of an incest relationship between the two."

"Isn’t that wrong?" Michael asked.

Dangling my heel from my left foot, I answered, "Well, society says it is wrong."

Michael stood up and asked, "But do you think it is wrong?"

"I am not one to judge," I answered, non committal.

"But in your opinion?" Michael questioned, just as my heel fell to the floor.

"Well, throughout history incest has been pretty common," I answered, opening the door for my smiling student.

He bent to the floor and instead of grabbing my heel for me; he took my stocking-clad foot in his hands.

"Michael what are you doing?" I asked, feigning surprise.

"Just giving you a foot massage, Ms. Lodge," he answered as he began massaging my foot.

I stammered, "I don’t think that is very appropriate."

Ignoring my protest, Michael said, "You know you look a lot like my Mother, Ms. Lodge."

"Michael, please stop," I protested.

Instead he said, "Shhhh, Ms. Lodge, I know exactly what teacher needs."

"Michael, enough," I objected, standing up, adding, "I am your teacher."

Michael stood up himself and quickly spun me around and unzipped my skirt as he said, "Yes, you are Ms. Lodge and you are one hot fucking MILF."

I again feigned defense. "Please stop, Michael," as my skirt fell to the floor.

"My, my, my, teacher, you are not even wearing panties. Only sluts don’t wear panties, Ms. Lodge," he purred, bending me over the desk.

I let out a surprised yelp as I once again protested, trying to sound firm, "Michael, stop this instant!"

"Shut up, Ms. Lodge," he said firmly. "Dressing like a slut all this time, teasing me, you obviously have wanted this for a long time."

I whimpered as I continued to play the helpless victim even as I felt something cold penetrated me from behind. "Nooooooo."

"Your mouth says no, but your wet cunt with the banana in it says yes," Michael smirked, as he pumped the slippery, yellow fruit in and out of my undeniably wet box.

"Oh God," I moaned, as the orgasm I was forced to hold off on earlier began to bubble back to the surface.

"You like that, Ms. Lodge?" he asked, he stopped with my pussy still filled with banana.

"Yes, I mean, no," I stammered, in the conflicting emotion of continuing to resist or just giving in to my carnal desires.

He kept the banana in my pussy as he walked around the other end of my desk and undid his pants. "Is teacher hungry?" he asked, releasing his firm cock.

Distracted by my own hunger to come, I moaned, "Famished."

"Beg for my cock, Ms. Lodge," he ordered, holding his cock inches from my suddenly salivating mouth.

Giving in to my craving and my submission, I begged, "Please, Michael, let me teach you."

"Teach away," he quipped, offering his cock to me.

I moved up on my knees onto my desk, the banana still in me, as I took his cock into my mouth. Wanting him in my cunt, I teased him this time, using my mouth like an ocean of pleasure. I swirled my tongue around his mushroom top, I teased him relentlessly, not allowing him more than a slow build.

A few minutes of this cock-sucking teasing and Michael finally spoke. "You dress like a tease, Ms. Lodge and you suck cock like a whore. Obviously you want your student’s cock to fuck you, don’t you Ms. Lodge?"

Looking up eagerly to him, I replied seductively, "Yes, Michael, fuck your teacher’s cunt. I have wanted you for so long."

He ordered, "Bend back over, Ms. Lodge."

I quickly obeyed, bending back over the desk and waiting for my craving to be filled.

"Good girl, you are a very obedient teacher, Ms. Lodge," he said, patting my ass condescendingly. "Ever take a cock in your ass, Ms. Lodge?"

Back into acting mode, I pleaded, "No, Michael, shove that big cock of yours in teacher’s cunt."

He chuckled as he rubbed his cockhead at my puckered backdoor. Even though I feigned resistance, the thought of his cock in my ass was delicious. He slowly pushed forward, penetrating my ass and I whimpered, still the teacher and not the slutty Mother who craved his cock in my ass, "Oh God, Michael, not there."

"Your ass is letting me in pretty easy, Ms. Lodge," he pointed out as he slowly filled my back door.

"You are filling me so fuuuuuull," I whimpered, truthfully, as the bent over angle and the banana in my pussy somehow made the sensation of a cock in my ass even more intense.

"You like that, Ms. Lodge?" he asked, undoing my bun and grabbing a fist full of my hair.

"Noooooo," I moaned, the moan saying more than the actual words.

"You are such a fucking liar, Ms, Lodge," he accused, pulling my hair. "You fucking love it, the body doesn’t lie."

"Please stop," I weakly protested, as I felt his body pressing against me, his cock firmly in my ass.

"Sure," he said, "I will just sit here with my cock buried in your ass."

For a moment, he sat there filling my ass with his perfect cock, all the while he reached around and wiggled the banana in my pussy. Finally, desperate to be fucked hard like I craved, I whimpered, "Please."

"Please what, Ms. Lodge?" he asked, not moving at all.

"Please fuck me," I begged.

"Fuck you where, Ms. Lodge," he questioned.

Giving in completely, I am sure like he has fantasized many times, I admitted, "My ass, dammit, fuck your teacher’s tight ass."

"Hmmmm," he moaned, instantly beginning to pump his cock in and out of me.

My hunger to come had been simmering for so long, it took only a few strokes before I pleaded, "Harder Michael, fuck my ass harder."

He obliged and as his thrusts slammed into me, I held onto the corner of my desk for support. "Oh God, yes, fuck my ass, stud," I moaned, encouraging him to continue his forceful aggression.

"You like that teach? You like your student’s cock in your ass?" he questioned, his tone dripping with smugness.

"Oh yes, Michael, make teacher your slut, your ass-slut," I confirmed, my orgasm on the rise.

"I’m going to fuck you every day after class, Ms. Lodge," he said, continuing to slam into me from behind.

"I’m yours, Michael," I whimpered, before adding, "I’m going to come soon."

"Are you going to come from getting your ass fucked on your desk, Ms. Lodge?" he asked, clearly loving the idea of humiliating one of his real teachers.

"Yes, your cock fits so perfectly in my ass, baby," I complimented, seconds from utopia.

"Come, Ms. Lodge, come like the slutty teacher you are," he demanded, as he yanked back on my hair, pulling my head back.

Almost instantly my orgasm shivered, quaked and exploded through me and I screamed, "Ooooooooooh Michael, I am coooooooooming."

He grunted seconds later, "Me too," and as my juices flooded out of me with such force the make-shift banana cock slipped out and onto the floor, as my son’s cum filled my ass.

Exhausted himself, he collapsed onto my back and held onto me as I continued to tremble from the pleasure he just gave me.

Finally, he pulled out of my ass and turned me around. I smiled, "And who were you really fucking while you fucked your Momma’s ass?"

He blushed, just like before his confidence faded after he came and he suddenly felt guilty. "No one," he whispered.

"Tell Mommy, is there a teacher you want to fuck?"

"Maybe," he admitted, not making eye contact.

"Michael, I raised you to look a woman in the eye when you are talking to her," I said, back in Mother mode.

"S-s-sorry," he apologized, looking into my eyes.

"Don’t be sorry son, be strong. I need a strong man to be in control, not just in the bedroom, but in the household," I explained, before adding, kissing him softly first, "You are that man."

"Ok," he said, kissing me back with more force.

Breaking the kiss, I asked, "So is there a teacher you want to fuck?"

"Yes," he admitted, "Ms. Hughes."

"Your English teacher," I smiled, before adding, "That explains a lot."

He shrugged, "It is just a fantasy."

"So was fucking your Mother, before yesterday," I pointed out.

He laughed, "That is true."

"And what is less likely, plugging your Mother’s ass in her office, or getting your young pretty teacher on all fours?" I asked, making it more simply than it was.

"Well, when you put it that way," he smiled.

"I am not saying you should through her over her desk like a savage caveman, but nothing is impossible," I pointed out, lowering back onto my knees.

Looking down at me, my son asked, "So you think getting Ms. Hughes is possible?"

I shrugged, "Maybe, especially if she learns of just how big her smartest student is."

"Mmmmmmm," he moaned as I took his cock back in my mouth, hoping for another good fucking.

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Michael became insatiable. After the first couple of days of taboo mother-son sex, he couldn’t get enough. He began sleeping in bed with me and couldn’t get enough mommy loving. It was like a child getting full access to a candy store, but the candy was his Mommy.

Over the next couple of weeks, Michael and I played many different role playing games. I was a nurse reviving a patient; I was a police officer interrogating a suspect; I was a queen disciplining a peasant. They were all fun and expanded our sexual repertoire of positions greatly.

Michael surprised me in early May with a naughty twist to our already kinky Submissive-Dom relationship. By now Michael had comfortably fit into the role of Dom and no longer had bouts of guilt (although he was still insecure at school with girls his own age and had not tried to woo his cute teacher). In our house it was clear he was the man and I was the woman.

I had come home from work exhausted from four straight showings. Michael and Frederick were in their usual spots, playing video games.

Michael called out, "Mom, can you get Frederick and me a couple of cokes."

"Sure, honey," I replied, knowing full well Michael’s intent. Last night after depositing a load of his salty seed down my throat, Michael suggested that I tease Frederick next time he was over.

I grabbed a couple glasses, poured each some coke, added some ice and sauntered out like a maid.

After giving Michael his drink without any fanfare, I sauntered over to Frederick and bent down allowing him a very generous up close and personal look of my ample cleavage.

Lingering there way longer than necessary, I asked, my voice flirty, "Can I get you anything else, Frederick?"

He stammered, "N-n-no."

"That’s too bad," I purred, putting my hands on his legs to push myself up.

I returned to the kitchen, a big smile on my face and a tingle down below at my naughty flirtation.

A couple of minutes later, I decided to tease Frederick some more.

I returned to the living room and put my heel with a buckle strap on the couch. "Michael, baby, could you unbuckle Mommy’s shoe?"

He smiled, "Sure Mom."

As he slowly unbuckled the strap of my heel, I positioned myself so the top of my stocking tops were clearly visible to young Frederick.

Just as Michael got my shoe unbuckled, I sighed dramatically, "Damn stockings, this garter-belt doesn’t hold them up at all." I kept my foot on the couch, directly in front of an almost drooling Frederick and adjusted my stocking.

I slipped my shoe off and offered my son my other foot as I said, winking at Frederick playfully, "The things woman wear to please men."

Once Michael had unbuckled my second shoe, I asked, again with soft playful banter, "Can I get you two studs anything else?"

"No we are fine," Michael replied, a devious smirk on his face and a confident look in his eyes as he watched his rattled friend.

I returned to the kitchen and was just starting supper when Michael came in the kitchen.

He moved behind me, reached under my skirt and slid a finger easily inside my wet pussy. "Did you like teasing my friend?"

I shrugged and turned it back on him asking playfully, but not meaning it, "Does my big boy want me to fuck his friend?"

"Maybe I do. Would my slut Mommy want to take another virgin’s cherry," he asked, turning it back on to me.

At the time I thought we were just having harmless playful banter, so I answered, "I would fuck his brains out."

Suddenly he pulled his finger out of me, just as Frederick walked into the kitchen.

Michael said, "Thanks Mom, we will make sure that happens."

"What happens?" a clueless Frederick asked.

Michael informed both of us. "We are going to have our own prom."

"We are?" Frederick asked, clearly surprised by the suggestion.

"Yes we are," Michael repeated, before revealing his plan. "You and I will go out for supper at Welton’s and then back here for a marathon evening of Call of Duty."

"That is brilliant," Frederick said.

Welton’s is a five star, two hour meal type of place, and hard to get reservations, but I knew the owner personally having sold her two houses. I pointed out, "If you are going to have your own prom we need to rent you two tuxes."