The Making of a Perfect Slut Pt. 04

The Making of a Perfect Slut Pt. 04

“I want you to do it, son… I want you to do it with me, to make your dream come true, to turn your desires into reality… Aaaaaah! You… I heard you saying my name… I heard you… Mmmm… Aaah!..”

I wanted to change position, so I got out of the tub and lay down on the floor. Or, more accurately, I got on all fours, lifting my ass up. I had always loved that position, always loved it when Dima used to fuck me that way, grabbing my hips with both hands. He fucked me fast and hard, the way I like it, fucked me the full length of his cock. Back then it seemed very pleasant to me, that his cock was incredible, that it gave me so much pleasure, such nice sensations, and now…

I did not take the rubber cock out of myself: the whole time I was changing position it stayed inside my vagina at about half its length. The sensations I felt then were incredibly pleasant. It felt very good to feel my pussy so full of something, stretched so wide. Once I was already on the floor, ass up and chest down on the rather cool bathroom tiles, I reached for the toy with my hand again to continue what I had started.

“Mmmmmmm… Now… now it looks as if I really… Mmmm… Aaaah! As if someone is… is… Aaah!”

Closing my eyes, I gave myself over completely to the sensations and began to fantasize about having sex. Of course at first I tried to force myself to picture only my husband, to picture him standing behind me as he used to in the days of our youth, fucking me, the toy being his cock that he slowly pushed in and out of my tight little pussy. But no matter how I tried, all my attempts to think only of him became useless after a minute.

My imagination started drawing other men, at first without a definite shape or features, then… then I began to recognize familiar men in them. They were my former colleagues, my husband’s colleagues, his friends, the head doctor, the neighbor, my son… I don’t know why my fantasy has lately become so vivid and so filthy, but… it was all as I am telling it here. And I have to admit, the closer I got to fantasies about my son, the more pleasure I got from masturbating. When I started thinking that Pasha was fucking me, I… I realized I had reached the peak of pleasure, that I could no longer hold myself back, and that I was about to start coming.

“Aaah! Pasha… Mmmmm… Son, you… you… Aaah! You know… you know incest is wrong, that even thoughts about it are… are wrong, but I… I can’t hold these fantasies back anymore, I can’t hold back what… what is overflowing in me… I want it so… so much, Pasha… I want us to do it so much… Aaah! For you… for your cock to go into me instead of this… instead of this artificial cock…” I whispered, feeling the sweetest sensations already starting to lock around the bottom of my belly. “If you walked in here right now, I… I wouldn’t be able to resist my desire, I wouldn’t be able to refuse you if you said you wanted to fuck me, I wouldn’t be able to, honey… I would do anything you asked of me right now, you could fuck me wherever you wanted… Aaah!.. I’m ready to take your cock even in my virgin ass, Pasha… even there… Mmmmm… I’m ready… ready to do it with you, because your cock… because it… Aaah!..”

I shuddered several times as waves of pleasure ran through my body. There was very little left; I understood that. Pushing the cock into myself even deeper than before, I sank onto the floor with my whole body and started coming, coming hard and sweetly:

“Aaaaaah! Aah, I’m coming… I’m coming… Mmmmmm… Aaaaaah! I’m coming… Oooooh!..”

Through the fog of orgasm clouding my mind I thought I heard footsteps in the hallway. I wanted to do something, but… but the orgasm was stronger, stronger than I could have imagined. The world before my eyes swam into a kind of mush. I shuddered a few more times, felt heat start to spread from the bottom of my belly to my chest, and… and the next second I lost consciousness.

I came to in the same place, lying on the bathroom floor. The cock was still inside me, because when I started coming I had not had time to pull it out.

“Oh, what… what was that?.. I… What happened to me? Oooh! My body… it’s so…”

I felt a strong weakness in every part of my body, especially in my legs, which had gone limp and would not obey me. A fire of arousal still burned low in my belly, but it was no longer as strong as a few minutes earlier. With every second I felt more and more that I was regaining control over myself.

“I was fantasizing… fantasizing about having sex with my son… Damn it, Lena, what’s happening to you? Why do thoughts like… like these abnormal thoughts visit your head? Why do I keep thinking about such things? Shouldn’t I… This is wrong, this is so wrong…”

I tried to get up, and on the second attempt I managed it. My legs were still trembling slightly, so I had to lean on the wall to keep my balance.

“I understand that it’s wrong, but at the same time… I have never had such a strong and such a pleasant orgasm. I don’t remember the last time I came even close to the way… the way I came just now… Though maybe it’s all because of the toy, and not because of my stupid thoughts… Yes, it’s definitely because of the toy, and not because I was masturbating with that big rubber cock…”

Wrapping myself in a short pink silk robe (it only covered my buttocks and my underwear, but with any awkward movement they were exposed, especially when I bent over), I rinsed the cock under warm water and, tucking it under the fabric, left the bathroom. I have to admit I don’t know why that evening I took this particular little robe, which I had not worn in more than five years. I had many other, more closed ones in my wardrobe, ones that did not open at the chest and covered my legs almost completely, but for some reason I took this one, short and revealing, and silk besides.

“Apparently my arousal lately affects not only my mind, but my taste in clothes as well. I’ve started dressing more revealingly and sexually…”

Leaving the bathroom, I was thinking only of getting to my room as soon as possible and going to sleep, but walking down the hallway I found myself wondering what my son was doing now.

“He’s probably already asleep — it’s quite late. Or maybe… maybe he’s doing it again… doing that again… Damn, I still can’t get that scene out of my head, still can’t forget that he… that my son was masturbating thinking about me, looking at my photos, saying my name… I need to… I need to somehow forget about it, but I…”

Passing his room, I stopped.

“Maybe… maybe I should look in for a second, to… to make sure he’s all right… I have to be sure my children are all right, don’t I?..”

I carefully started opening the door, which was ajar, to see what my son was doing. It reassured me that no moans were coming from his room the way they had the night before. Although, if I thought about it, some part of me would have liked to catch him at it again.

“Oh, he… he’s completely naked… My… my boy…”

Pasha was lying on his bed and sleeping. At least when I looked at him in the half-dark it seemed to me his eyes were closed. From the light of the glowing buttons, the mouse and keyboard, and the rest of his computer equipment I could see fairly well… see his cock, which now appeared before me in its full glory.

“His cock is bigger than it seemed to me yesterday… And right now he… he isn’t even aroused… My son has such a… such a big cock… A pity his father doesn’t have one that size, that his father can’t… can’t fuck me the way he would, the way… Damn, again… I’m a bad mother… I’m a very bad mother! I shouldn’t think about such things… shouldn’t think about my son the way I… Even if he isn’t my blood son, I still…”

“Mo-om? Mom, what… what are you doing here?” Pasha’s sleepy voice sounded.

“Damn, he… he woke up…”

“No… nothing, honey, I just… just looked in to see that you were all right, that you were already asleep and not sitting at the computer late into the night the way you used to. Good night, Pash… Sweet dreams.”

Having said that, I hurriedly tried to leave the room, but my son’s voice stopped me when I was already about to close the door behind me.

“Mom, wait, I… I need to talk to you…”

“Huh? You… you wanted to talk?”

“Yes. You’re not in a hurry, are you?”

“Um… About what… what did you want to talk about?”

I had to turn back toward my son, who had already gotten up from the bed. He was still undressed, apparently not even caring that I could see his cock. And I… I could not concentrate my gaze on anything; every time I lowered my eyes to look at my son’s sex organ.

“Damn, this robe… I shouldn’t have taken it out… It would be better if I had something else on now, so he wouldn’t think that… Such open and short clothing can provoke my son… Besides, he’s at that age now that…”

“You know, I think we’d better… we’d better go to sleep. We could talk about everything tomorrow morning — it’s… it’s late now…”

“It won’t take long, Mom.”

“O… okay, but you… you’d better get dressed then…” I said, feeling my cheeks start to burn with shame and arousal.

And not only my cheeks…

“Oh, sorry, Mom, I… I forgot I don’t have anything on.”

“Y… yes, you… you forgot…”

Pasha came close enough to me after getting up from the bed, and now… his cock almost touched me. At least it seemed to me that it almost touched me, he was so close.

“Um… This…”

“I shouldn’t have come in here, shouldn’t have gone into Pasha’s room, and I certainly shouldn’t have stayed here and talked to him… I… I don’t have a very good feeling about all this… It seems to me that…”

“But it’s not that big a problem, is it, Mom? You’ve seen me without clothes often enough, heh-heh. You’ve seen me so many times.”

“Yes, but that… that was a long time ago, Pash… That was when you were still a little boy, and now… now you’re already…”

“Now I’m already big, yes… That’s what you wanted to say?”

“Y… yes, I… that’s exactly what I wanted to say…”

Lowering my head a little, I looked at my son’s cock again. It… it was already in a “lifted mood,” if you know what I mean. Pasha was aroused, and his cock… his cock had become much harder and a couple of centimeters longer than it had been at rest.

“His cock… his cock is getting harder and harder… Now… now I’m sure that yesterday it seemed much smaller to me than it does now, than… than from this close. It… it’s simply huge, it’s very big… My son… my son has an absolute monster between his legs… Why then… why doesn’t his father have one like that?..”

“Mom? Everything okay?”

“Y… yes, honey, everything… everything’s fine… I just got lost in thought and… What did you want to talk about, Pash? And why… why is your… Um… Why are you…”

“Why am I aroused? That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Mom. About why I’ve been aroused so often lately.”

Pavel took a step toward me — I stepped back. I was not very lucky that there was a wall behind me, and there was nowhere much to retreat.

“What… what does he want to do? Why is he?..”

“I wanted to talk to you about the reason for my arousal, Elena…”

“Pash, you’re… you’re too close… you’re too…”

My son came very close to me, so that my chest pressed against his chest, and his cock… his cock touched my pubis, slipping under my short robe, which had ridden up when I awkwardly stepped back.

“It’s… it’s hot… it’s so hot…” I thought, feeling through my panties the heat coming off my son’s cock. “And it’s pressing against… it’s so close to my pussy, so close… I’ve never felt anything like this, never felt my son’s cock so close to my crotch… And this damn robe… I’m sure he only got hard because it’s so short, because my legs are completely bare, and my chest too… If I were in my usual bathrobe he wouldn’t… wouldn’t have gotten so… so…”

“I think I get aroused because of you, Elena.”

“Wh… what?.. Because of… because of me? But… but I… Pasha, you…”

“Yes, Mom, I… I’m very ashamed to talk about this, but I can’t… I can’t hide it from you anymore… I… I thought it would get easier, that it would pass with time, but… but now I understand that I can’t anymore… I have to tell you all this so that… so that you know that I…”

“But… but, son, I… I’m your mother, even if I’m adoptive… How can you… how can you feel such at… toward me… I’m… I’m older than you, I’m much older… And I…”

“Damn, what am I saying? I should stop him, I should tell him, and instead… instead I’m talking some nonsense about being too old for him, and that he can’t feel toward me the feelings he’s talking about… I need to tell him this is wrong, need to make him understand that he can’t feel this, that I’m very angry at him because of it, and that… that he…”

Pasha’s cock moved under my robe: I felt the head of his cock drop now higher, now lower over my pubis. Several times it reached the very bottom, where my pussy was, because of which… because of which I almost moaned. He also touched my thighs and my belly several times with his hot cock, which of course could not fail to affect my sensations.

“Pasha, this is wrong… you shouldn’t have told me all this, son, I…”

“But it’s true, Mom… I can’t do anything about myself…”

“Pasha, what are you…”

Embracing me, he pressed against me even harder, and at the same time would not let me leave. Now I felt his cock even more clearly; it had moved from my pubis between my legs, slipping between my tightly squeezed thighs. Now I felt it with my pussy, felt its heat, its hardness, felt his arousal… my son’s arousal…

“I think you’ve already noticed it before, Mom… noticed that I look at you strangely somehow, that I try to hug you longer and harder than before. Lately I… I’ve hugged you so often, feeling your breasts press against me, feeling my cock… how it presses against you…”

“Pasha…”

“And you know, this… this isn’t my fault, that I feel all this toward you, that I have such… such feelings…” My son’s hand began slowly descending toward my buttocks. “There’s your fault in this too, Elena… And more of it than you think…”

“What… what do you mean?.. I… I never…”

“How can I… how can I resist a body like that, Mom? How can I resist when every day I see such a magnificent, such a beautiful and such a sexy woman as you? A woman who, besides that, dresses so revealingly and provocatively?..”

“You have to… have to resist these desires, Pasha, they’re… they’re wrong… You know you shouldn’t… shouldn’t get aroused because of your… because of your mom… You…”

“You’re not my birth mother, Elena, so… so I probably can’t fight all this… You’re adoptive, and I know there’s no blood relation between us…”

“Pasha, you…”

“But I still treat you as my mother, but… but at the same time…”

“You have to resist, son… You can’t… can’t get aroused…”

“I… I really tried, Mom… I tried, tried to force myself not to think about you, but…”

Pasha’s hand, which had already reached my ass, began lightly massaging my buttock. Cupping it in his palm, he squeezed it gently.

“I tried, Mom, but now… now I know I can’t anymore… can’t hold this back… I have to… have to see your body, Mom… I have to see your wonderful body without clothes, have to see it, touch it… otherwise… otherwise I’ll simply go crazy, Mom… I’ll go crazy if I don’t do this…”

After those words he drew back from me a little, and his hands moved to the belt of my robe, which it was tied with.

“What… what are you going to do, Pasha? What are you…”

“I’m making an old dream of mine real,” he answered, starting to untie it and open the robe. “I’m just… just fulfilling a very old desire of mine…”

“Pasha, I… I don’t think you should…”

“Forgive me, Mom, but I… I really need to do this… I really need to see your body…”

“Please, son, you have to… you have to stop right now… You’ve gone too far, this… this is all wrong… You…”

By this point he had already untied my belt and my robe had managed to fall open, exposing almost my entire chest and the rest of my body. My son could see my nipples, my panties, my belly — he could see almost all of me. I greatly regretted deciding not to put on a bra after Dima and I had finished and I had gone to the bathroom.

“Pasha… You…”

“I can’t, Mom… I’ve dreamed of this so long, waited for this so long…”

He completely took the little robe off my body, leaving it hanging on my arms. Now he saw everything: my large breasts, my red nipples with large areolas around them, my reasonably slim body, my black semi-transparent thong panties — all of it was before his eyes.

“Oooh, Mom…”

“This is wrong, this is all wrong… Why… why am I doing nothing about it, why am I letting him do things like this to me? My breasts… he shouldn’t have seen my breasts… He’s my son, he’s twenty-two, and I… I’m an adult married woman… Even taking into account that we’re not blood relatives, that there’s no blood tie between us, I… I shouldn’t let such a young man look at me, look at my body… What’s wrong with me, damn it? Why do I just keep standing there as if… as if what’s happening is normal. Why do I keep standing there and doing nothing?”

“Pasha, please… I’m your mother… I’m your mother, Pash…”

“Yes, Elena, you’re my mother… but you’re also a doctor, and a woman… I’m sure you understand perfectly that at my age I have… I have very strong sexual needs and a very strong sex drive… You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know… I know, but you have to,” I said in reply, noticing my son’s hand reaching for my breast, “you have to find yourself a girl, Pasha… a girl your… your age… You can’t… Mmmmmm…”

I moaned under my breath when his hand cupped the underside of my large breast, when he squeezed it lightly. It was as if lightning ran through my whole body. At the same time his cock kept pressing against my pubis and my thighs; I kept feeling its heat with my skin and through the thin fabric of my panties.

“We’re doing… we’re doing the wrong things, but I… I can’t stop him… I don’t have the strength to stop him… I… I’m a bad mother… I’m a very bad mother for not teaching my son that he can’t… can’t touch me like this, that he can’t…”

“Mmmmmm…”