Date: Wed, 26 Mar 2008 04:55:06 -0700 (PDT) From: gilliganthick@yahoo.com Subject: Mom's Favorite Toy 02 (incest, mild D/s, F/m, TV) copyright 2008, gilliganthick This is not literature. This is not erotica. This is porn, quite likely poorly written porn at that. If it offends you or if you shouldn't be reading it, stop and go somewhere else. On the other hand, should you share a few of the author's kinks, enjoy, and feel free to respond (gilliganthick@yahoo.com). All responses will be read, appreciated, and pondered thoroughly, but most likely not replied to directly. The only truth in the story is the outfit and the fact that the author did, on occassion, "borrow" it. Sorry about the long delay between parts, but my muse is a fickle bitch. Thanks to all who sent kind words. "Mom's Favorite Toy" 02 Fucked: My panties kept getting in the way, so she pulled them down as far as she could. That turned out to be just past the cheeks of my now slippery, shiny ass. The waistband of the crotchless panties caught on my hard clittie poking through the non-existant crotch, and hung up there. She giggled a little and continued to work the lube into my waiting ass. "Oooh, Baby, your pussy is soooo tight. I'm so glad you're letting Mommy be your first fuck." She had two fingers deeply probing and moistening my pussy. Everytime she touched my prostate, I twitched violently, and she laughed. "Mmmmm, isn't the G-spot an amazing thing, slut? I can tell already that you're going to beg to be fucked as often as you can get it, and we haven't even gotten to the good part yet!" There were three fingers fucking my greedy ass now. I was panting and moaning and shaking continuously. I knew she was right. I loved this. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Fuck Me Mommy. FUCK ME NOW! At that, she grabbed the waistband of the panties and ripped them down to my knees. I gasped in pain as they scraped over my hard cock, and then she jammed that fake cock all the way up my ass. I moaned and gasped and gurgled and screamed all at the same time, and then I came. I came hard. Don't let anyone tell you that pain isn't a turn on. I exploded, and then she started actually fucking me. She pulled out to the point where just the head was in me, and then slammed it back home. My ass burned. It was uncomfortably full. I loved it. Again she pulled almost all the way out, and again, after a slight pause, she slammed the whole huge thing up my cunt. I definitely thought of it as my cunt by then. This hole was meant to have a cock shoved up it, whenever possible. "Fuck me, Mommy. Fuck me, please! Don't ever stop. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Eventually, I was just deleriously panting the word fuck. She kept fucking me, kept stroking over my prostate, kept squeezing the cum out of my balls. Her pillow was soaked with it, but I wasn't stopping until I was dry. By now, I humped back at her as hard as she was pounding into me. I'd found my calling. Fucktoydom was my future, and I was looking forward to every second of it. I must have passed out at about that point, because I awoke later, still laying bent over the pillow, to the sound of Mommy fucking herself with her big toy. She was laying on her back, with her legs spread wide, madly pistoning the fake dick in and out of her delicious pussy. Noticing my movement, she ordered me to pull my panties back up and then come closer. "I own you now slut. You understand that? You will be my toy until you leave my house. You'll wear what I say, and you'll service me on demand, and in return, I'll keep that sexy little cunt of yours full. I'll teach you how to please your man and how to get your man to please you. I'll teach you how to use that pussy to get what you want and I'll teach you how to use that cock to keep it. Make no mistake, little girl, it's your cock that they'll all want in the end. Every man secretly wants to take it once in a while. They just can't usually find a safe outlet for their desires. Lucky for them and lucky for you, I provide various kinds of outlets to such men in need, for a price of course." My mother was Hooker? It would explain some of the clothes she wore on her 'dates'. My mother was a Hooker. From the sounds of it, soon I would be one too. Yay!