Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2021 18:01:00 +0000
From: allseeingpigeon@outlook.com
Subject: Connor's Mum

"You finished your homework, Connor?" Mum asked, poking her head through
the open kitchen door.

"More or less." Mostly less, but it was geography, and I could finish this
stupid map on the bus tomorrow morning. If there was time right now, I
planned to slope off for a quick wank before dinner.

"Good. I want you waiting upstairs in that new outfit I bought
yesterday. But clear this mess off the table first!"

Knowing she'd lock my Xbox controller away if I didn't do as I was told, I
stacked my exercise books into an untidy pile, shoved them under my arm,
and raced to my room. I dumped everything on the bed and stripped out of my
school uniform.

Naked and already half-hard, I pulled open my special drawer and picked out
what she'd ordered me to wear: - soft pink cotton knickers and a matching
training bra.

I stepped into the knickers and pulled them up. They were snug against my
hips, arse, and cock. I loved how it felt. The bra was a little trickier to
get into; I had to fasten the hooks at the front, then slide it around and
slide the straps over my shoulders. I had boy boobs -- just puffy little
tits that I'd probably grow out of -- but they were enough to fill the tiny
cups. Every time I got pushed around at school, I wished they'd go
away. Every time Mum fucked me? Every time she spanked my plump arse or
smeared baby oil on my chubby belly? Yeah, I'd never felt sexier. I wasn't
fat -- far from it -- but I wasn't exactly a runner bean.

I was 14, with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes, and Mum had been fucking
me for about a year now. I knew it was illegal. I knew I'd become
obsessed. But I didn't give a shit; it felt too good. I kept my mouth shut
and so did she.

I went into Mum's bedroom and stood at the end of the bed, hands behind my
back, impatiently waiting for the sound of her feet on the stairs. I heard
them a few minutes later. She came into the room and closed the door behind
her.

Mum, a natural blonde, was in her early forties. She was a big woman; big
tits, each as big as her head, and a fat stomach. Her thighs were
massive. I'd seen statues during history lessons at school, fertility
goddesses from ancient cultures, and they always reminded me of her. She
was fucking beautiful.

She stripped out of her blouse and trousers with quick, economical
movements. She ran an absent hand over her big belly and unhooked her
bra. Her breasts sagged almost down to her waist, still big and ripe
despite the weight. Her nipples were huge.

"I bet you want to suck on these, don't you?" she said softly. "Nurse on
them like you did when you were a baby?"

"Yes," I mumbled. It was always like this. Until we got into it -- really
got into it, with her big strap-on shoved deep up my arse -- I was always
tongue-tied.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... Mummy."

"Good boy. If you behave, maybe I'll let you lick them." She smirked. "If
you misbehave, I might suffocate you with them."

Christ. That was too easy to imagine. My cock was rock hard now, pushing
against the knickers.

Mum slid her own knickers down and off, bending to pick them up. She balled
them up and pushed them into my face, holding the back of my head when I
struggled.

"Breathe it in. Smell my pussy. Take a deep breath."

I had no choice but to obey. My nose was filled with her ripe, musky
odour. I palmed my dick.

She gave my arse a quick, hard slap. "No. You don't touch yourself until I
say so. If you do it again, I'll put you over my knee and spank
you. Understand?"

"But Mummy --"

"Stop whining, brat, or I'll spank you until you cry. Do you want that?"

"No," I said hastily, "no, sorry, I'll behave."

But my cock throbbed even harder. I loved being spanked, even to the point
of tears. It was weird -- it hurt like hell, the worst pain I'd ever felt,
but it always left me so fucking turned on. I always had the deepest
orgasms after being spanked. Mum had explained once I had a shame kink. I
didn't know exactly what that meant, but I had an idea. All I really knew
was that everything we did got me off.

She opened her wardrobe and pulled out a shoebox full of toys; vibrators,
dildos, and butt-plugs. She'd used most of them on me and some on
herself. She picked out a seven inch strap-on -- pink flesh-coloured,
veined -- and stepped into the harness, tightening the straps around her
fat thighs and stomach. I knew there was a vibrator attachment on the
inside that nestled against her clit. As I watched, desperately trying not
to touch my cock, she pulled the remote control out of the box and pressed
the button. A low hum filled the room. She let out a slow breath and walked
back over to me.

"On your knees," she barked. "Get my dick wet."

I sank down and wrapped my arms around her waist, clamping her big, meaty
arse in both hands, opening my mouth wide so I could get the head of the
rubber cock between my lips. I sucked it greedily, easily, as noisily as I
could, glancing up frequently to meet her eyes.

Her pupils were wide. She reached down and gripped my head, forcing it
further down on her cock.

I relaxed my throat as much as I could, fighting the urge to gag. This
close, the buzz of her clit vibrator was loud in my ears. She fucked my
throat with short, smooth strokes, gripping my hair so tightly my scalp
burned.

"You like that, don't you," she gasped. "Sucking your Mummy's big cock,
taking it deep. That's it. Get it nice and wet. God, you're a pretty
fucking sissy-boy in your bra and knickers, with your mouth stuffed full of
cock. I bet your little dick is hard."

Her filthy mouth was a massive turn-on, and she knew it. I slobbered over
her strap-on until my eyes were watering and strings of spit hung from my
lips. I pulled back, jaws aching, and wiped my mouth.

"Good boy," she crooned, gently cupping my face. "Get me the lube and get
up on the bed."

I stood -- feeling the blood rush back into my numb legs -- and tried not
to stagger across the room. I opened the top drawer in the bedside table,
pawing through more vibrators until I found a half-empty squirt bottle of
lube. I put it on top of the table and climbed up onto the bed, waiting to
hear what position she wanted me in.

"Lie down on your front," she said.

I laid down, stretching out, grinding my dick against the mattress. The
friction felt so good.

"None of that." She climbed up behind me and slapped my arse again, just a
single hard slap to one cheek, but it was enough to make me cry out.

She ran both hands over my bottom, pulling my knickers up tight. The fabric
pulled tight over my cock and balls. I gasped.

"You look like a little sissy slut," she growled, slapping me again. I
groaned. The sting spread out over my skin. "So I'm going to fuck you like
one."

I heard a faint rustle and then the noise of her pushing the plunger on the
bottle of lube. I felt her pull the back of my knickers to one side, and
then a moment later her cool, lube-slick fingers began to slide over my
hole. I twitched and tried not to move, but when she pushed a finger inside
me, I humped against the mattress again.

She began to finger me, adding a second and then a third. I writhed and
moaned as she pushed them deep, curling them inside me and soon finding my
prostate. It felt fucking amazing.

"I bet that feels good," she said. "Filled up with my fat fingers. I bet
one day I could get my whole hand in your greedy boy pussy. Would you like
that?"

"Fuck yeah," I panted. "Please, Mummy, I want it --"

She pulled her fingers out and spanked me again. It hurt and I hissed. My
dick throbbed.

"We'll save that for your birthday." Her chuckle was deep and rich.

I heard the sound of the lube pump again. She yanked the back of my
knickers further to one side, slapping my arse with her lube-smeared
dick. I felt it press against my hole. I tried to relax as she pushed
inside me, but it still hurt. She slid deep -- all the way to her rubber
balls -- and draped her body over mine, supporting herself on her lower
arms. Her big belly and tits pressed against my back.

"Slut-boy," she growled in my ear. "Sissy whore. I'm going to fuck you into
the mattress, fuck you until you can't take it anymore."

I panted for breath, trying to get used to the pain, knowing her filthy
mouth in this moment was to distract me. I felt her vibrator against my
hole, sending pleasure straight to my balls. The pain/pleasure combo made
my head spin. I was nothing but her slut to use, to fuck and play with
anyway she saw fit, and it made me crazy hot.

She began to fuck me. I felt the slow, torturous glide of her cock in and
out, felt my hole stretching, felt the sting and burn. I tried to picture
myself -- my whole body covered by hers, her massive arse jiggling as she
humped into me, tits pressed hard against my back. I felt dizzy.

"Dirty boy," she murmured in my ear as she fucked me. Her pace was slow and
steady. I was already desperate and needy, breathing hard, pinned in place
by her weight. "Taking Mummy's cock in your tight boy pussy. Greedy
slut. Maybe I'll make you wear those cute knickers to school, under your
uniform. You'd be in the changing room with all those other boys. They'd
all see your fuckable little arse." Her breath quickly roughened, telling
me she was getting off on her own fantasy as much as I was. The joke was on
her though -- I did sometimes wear my knickers to school, but only on days
when I didn't have PE. "They'd push you up over the bench and rip those
knickers off." She was fucking me harder now, deeper. Still the same slow,
controlled pace, but God, she was tagging my prostate every single
time. "They'd fuck you one by one. Lining up to take a turn. Use you like
the pussy-boy you are."

Her hand splayed across the back of my head. Her pace increased, ramming me
against the mattress. I was so close to cumming. She pulled my hair, hard
enough to yank my head back, then moved her hand to the back of my
neck. She squeezed roughly.

It was enough to make me cum. I bucked and writhed underneath her, shooting
into my knickers, trembling and moaning into the duvet.

She pounded me harder. She was almost growling now, deep groans that filled
my head, until her whole body shuddered. She slumped onto me. For a moment
I struggled to breath, crushed under her weight, and was shocked to find my
dick twitching again. Fuck! Had I just discovered another kink? Getting
crushed under my own Mum's fat, beautiful body?

She rolled off, flopping down next to me, gasping to get her breath
back. My hole twitched and gaped. I took a long, ragged breath and sat up.

"Take your knickers off," she said. Her face was flushed and sweating.

I shimmied out of them. The crotch was thick and slimy with my own cum.

"Lick it clean."

"Mummy..."

"Do it. Better get used to the taste of cum. You'll be gulping it down from
the boys in your locker room."

Oh God. My half-hard dick sprang fully up.

I brought the knickers up to my face and licked at the cooling mess,
slurping it down as greedily as I knew she wanted to see.

"Good boy." Her voice had gentled. She moved up to prop herself against the
pillows, picking up the remote control to turn her vibrator off. Then she
laughed and covered her eyes with one arm; when she moved it away, Dom
Mummy was gone, and it was just Mum. "You're amazing. I love you."

"Thanks." I smiled, pride welling inside me. "Love you too."

"Have you fooled around with any of your friends yet?"

"No."

"Shame." Her sigh was wistful. "I really do love the idea of you getting
gangbanged by a load of lads."

"Mum!" My face flamed red. "Not going to happen!"

She grinned. "That's what makes the fantasy nastier. Come on, stick those
knickers in the laundry and we'll get a takeaway from the Chinese place you
like." She winked. "Leave the bra on, I want you for dessert."

A good fuck and a good takeaway? Like I was going to argue with that?