Category: Incest/Taboo Stories

"Pet Mommy": Nerd Orgy

by silkstockingslover©

Summary: Son sets up gangbang for submissive Mom at Comic-Con.

Recap: This is actually part five. Obviously, you should read parts 1, 2, 3 and 4 first, as they will help you understand how the mother ended up where she is now; if you have already read the first four parts and can't remember the basic plot, or just want to start here on part five...here is a very brief summary of the story so far.

"Pet Mommy": Creating a Mommy-Slut Summary:A mother learns her son fantasizes about fucking her and, realizing just how much he resembles her deceased, dominant husband, decides to make his fantasy a reality...in the end seducing her son and becoming his submissive pet mommy.

"Pet Mommy": DP Mommy Slut! Summary: A mother's dominant son makes another fantasy come true... her first double penetration.

"Pet Mommy": Fucking with Mommy Slut Summary:A mother's task is to seduce her daughter and give her to her son as a present at his graduation... alas, things go terribly astray when the daughter takes the mother for herself.

"Pet Mommy": My Daughter Submits Summary: A mother assists in completing the task she failed in chapter 3... getting her daughter to submit to her son. After one failed attempt, this time she succeeds.

Notes: Thanks as always to my editors Wayne, goamz86, Robert and Mike.

Pet Mommy 5: Nerd Orgy

It was a crazy few days with both my daughter and I being fucked by my son, her brother, our Master.

He really revelled in his power over us, particularly his sister who had treated him so badly most of his life. They say payback is a bitch and this was definitely the case both literally and figuratively as Mike dominated his sister for the rest of her visit. On the day she was leaving, he shot three loads on her face and made her wear his cum all day, not allowing her to wash her face at all until she returned home. She had to send pictures while in line at security, on the plane, in the taxi on the way home and in her house. To my complete shock she obeyed the commands even though she was no longer at home.

Once she flew back to her summer job, it was again just Mike and me and on occasion Frederick joining in to make it a threesome.

As summer began, Mike asked, after depositing a load deep in my ass, "Mom, what is one fantasy you would really like to have come true?"

"I'm already living the fantasy," I answered, which was true. Finding a man I loved and trusted to be my Master was all I ever wanted. I had never been so completely content as I had the day I submitted to my son and every day since.

He smiled, "Me too, Mom. But what is the greatest fantasy that you have yet to live?"

I pondered this. I supposed I could give lots of answers. Now that I had committed incest with both my son and daughter, the thought of my brother popped into my head. I also liked the idea of being seduced and dominated by an entire sorority house. Yet, my biggest fantasy had always been, since high school, to be gangbanged. The idea was always hot for many reasons:

-I wanted to have all three holes filled at once

-I love having cum shot in my mouth, cunt and ass (each feeling different)

-I also like the slutty declaration when my face is coated with the white stuff

-I wanted to see how many cocks I could take in one night and how many times I could come in one night

Finally, I answered, "You may think me even a bigger slut than you already do."

He laughed, "Sluttier than incest?"

"Maybe," I shrugged, "I want to be gangbanged."

"Of course you do," he smiled, not remotely surprised by my answer.

I asked, "Am I a bad Mommy?"

"So bad," he purred, as he slid his ready-to-go-again cock in my mouth.

After a couple of minutes of cocksucking, he pulled out and slammed into my cunt as I quipped, "Of course, a perfect gangbang would be a bunch of virile, able to shoot a few loads in one night, young men."

"Hmmmmm," he groaned, obviously contemplating my fantasy.

Over the next week, I met with Frederick's mom for coffee, but couldn't even begin to fathom how I would seduce her. I complemented her on her hair and touched her arm twice, but in the end, the conversation ended up being very generic.

On Friday, Mike announced, as I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock while he watched Dr. Who, "Tomorrow you get gangbanged."

"P-p-pardon?" I stammered, surprised by his declaration.

"I've set up a gangbang for you tomorrow night," he repeated, nonchalantly.

"With who?" I asked, instantly curious, although worried about my identity.

"Nerds," he answered.

"Do you mind being more specific?" I countered, slowly stroking his cock.

"Actually, yes I do," he countered, before adding, "now finish me off, Frederick will be here soon and I have to get into costume."

I returned to sucking his cock, completely loving having it in my mouth, as I pondered what he had planned. I knew comic con was in town this weekend and thus the community was literally swarming with geeks and nerds of every stripe. Yet, how did that lead to a gangbang with me in the starring role?

Even though I didn't know the answer, my cunt leaked at the promise made as he shot his load down my throat, completing the trifecta like he did almost every day (one load each in my ass, cunt and mouth).

He finished watching the episode as I slowly continued servicing his cock.

Finally, he said, "Get some rest tonight, mommy-slut, tomorrow night will be a marathon."

.....

By the way, it's pretty much impossible to get sleep when you know that one of your biggest fantasies is about to come true.

My mind was a mess, from complete excitement and a burning cunt to utter trepidation at the reality that I would be getting fucked by complete strangers. That said, the idea of being fucked by strangers, used for their pleasure, was also a major turn-on.

I had always craved being a slut, but now that I was a Mommy-slut as Mike loved to call me, I craved the submission of somehow becoming an even bigger slut.

Thankfully, after masturbating to another orgasm, I eventually fell asleep.

.....

Saturday morning, for only the second time since my submission to my son, I didn't get a load of cum in one of my holes for breakfast.

Mike apparently hadn't come home last night and I can't deny it, not getting my morning load of cum threw me off. It had become my version of a morning coffee, and without it I was lethargic and crabby.

I showered, had breakfast and read the paper wondering where he was and what exactly he had in store for me.

It was after two when he texted me.

Mommy-slut

You need to go to Comic Cosmo and choose from one of the three costumes I left with your name on it. Ask for Joey.

P.S.: I'll be picking you up at 5:30 to be my date at Comic Con.

P.P.S.: of course, you'll wear thigh highs with whatever outfit you choose.

P.P.P.S.: of course, no bra or panties.

Have fun

I reread the text, my pussy instantly tingling, feeling neglected by Mike's absence today.

I sighed as I wondered what Mike thought would be an appropriate outfit for his mother to go to Comic Con in...and likely get gangbanged in.

I drove to the shop and entered it, briefly flashing back to the earlier adult store adventure.

Going inside, I went directly to the desk and asked for Joey. To my surprise Joey was a female, a very pretty, voluptuous young lady.

"You must be Sarah," she smiled warmly.

"That's what my birth certificate says," I responded, slightly flirtatious for some reason.

She laughed, "So, your boyfriend left you three outfits to choose from. He wants you to try each one on and have me take a photo with your phone and send it to him."

"Okay," I said tentatively, noticing her smile. She was clearly intrigued by me.

"Follow me," she ordered, as she added, turning to an older brunette, "I'm going to do a personal fitting."

"Yes, ma'am," the brunette nodded.

I thought it strange that the woman in her forties would call the girl half her age 'ma'am'.

Yet, I followed her, like the submissive I was, past the changing rooms and into the back that was, in itself, a large changing room.

Joey walked over to a table and grabbed the first outfit. She handed it to me.

"Seriously?" I asked, even after all I had done, this seemed to be pushing it.

"Your Master, as he called himself, chose these three himself," Joey said bluntly, her tone amused and yet authoritative.

My face burned red with the knowledge that she knew I was a submissive to a much younger man. I prayed she didn't know he was my son. I nodded, trying to be casual, "He is a creative Master."

"Setting up a gangbang for you is indeed creative," she nodded, matter-of-factly, as she handed me the ridiculously skimpy 'Princess Leia' outfit.

I took it and asked, as I looked around this small area, "Where do I change?"

"There is a washroom right over there," she pointed.

I went to the washroom and got undressed. I kept the mocha thigh highs on and once in the ridiculously skimpy outfit I gasped. The outfit was slutty, but with the completely visible thigh high stockings it looked like I was a porn actress in a very bad costume.

"Come out and let me see it," she called.

I was mortified to be seen in this. The bra barely held in my tits, while the lame excuse for a bottom surely didn't completely cover my ass.

Yet, knowing that Mike was expecting photos, I walked out, leaving the last shreds of my dignity in the washroom.

Joey nodded, "Wow, you have a better body than me."

I was flattered by the compliment. "Um, thanks, but I feel completely naked in this."

"There is one more piece to the ensemble," Joey added.

"I hope it's a cape," I joked.

Joey grabbed something from the table and walked over to me. "Your new hair."

"I don't think that's what they will be looking at," I pointed out, realizing I would be every geek's wildest fantasy.

"That is true," Joey nodded, "but at Comic Con they want as much authenticity as possible."

"I don't think Carrie Fisher has tits this big," I suggested.

"There," she declared, backing away. "Wow!"

"Wow, what?" I asked,

"You look a lot like her." She answered.

"I do?" I asked.

"Yes, there's a full length mirror over by the entrance back towards the store, go take a look," she said.

I was worried I would have to walk back into the store, but thankfully the mirror was in the hallway between the two.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I too gasped. I did indeed look a lot like Princess Leia...a real slutty version of her.

Joey said, startling me as I stared at myself, "I think we have a winner."

"I look like a slut," I pointed out.

"You are a slut, aren't you?" She asked, an instant slap in the face. It was one thing to be a slut for my son, but this was different.

"I guess," I said.

"Let's take a picture to send to your Master and then you can try on outfit two," she instructed, snapping her fingers and pointing me back to where we started.

I followed obediently and stood for the picture.

"Pose sensually," she ordered, "not like you're going to a funeral."

I again obeyed, and as the flashes began, I was drawn into posing, enjoying the attention of briefly being a model.

After a dozen or so photos, she said, "That was better." She went to the table and grabbed a Wonder Woman outfit, "Now, go try this one on."

I grabbed it and went to the change room. I got out of the first skimpy costume and put on the next. It was not as skimpy, but still definitely slutty, especially with the thigh thighs completely exposed.

I walked out, less nervous than in the Princess Leia outfit.

She nodded, "You look good in that one too, it really accentuates those tits of yours."

"Thanks," I replied, noticing how the spandex outfit really framed my breasts perfectly.

"Pose," she ordered, as she lifted the camera to her face.

I again posed, somehow enjoying this submissive task.

"Here is the next one," she handed me a very colourful outfit. "Daisy."

"Okay," I nodded, having no idea who Daisy was.

I went back to the change room and began putting on the colourful costume. Once it was on, I put on the strange mushroom head hat and returned to Joey.

"Hmmmmm," she mused, as she looked at me.

"Who am I?" I asked.

"Daisy," she answered. When I looked at her with a confused look, she added, "From Mario Brothers."

"Oh," I said, vaguely recalling the games on the wii before he moved on to a playstation.

"You can't be her if you don't know who she is," Joey declared, as she snapped a couple photos of me.

"So, Star Wars or superhero," she pondered.

"Definitely Wonder Woman," I declared, feeling slightly more comfortable in it than I was in the barely-an-outfit Princess Leia costume.

"We'll let your Master decide," she shrugged, as she typed on my phone.

"Okay," I nodded, knowing he would pick the Princess Leia costume because he was a Star Wars nut. Our last cat was called Chewbacca.

"And while we wait for his response, why don't you come and give me my tip for helping you," she said, as she sat down on a chair and spread her legs.

I could have protested, or at least feigned objection, yet my natural desire to submit controlled me as usual. I walked to her, dropped to my knees and tugged her panties down. Once they were off, I leaned forward and began licking her slightly hairy pussy.

"You really are as obedient as he said you were," she moaned.

I wondered what else he had said about me, although mostly I was just thankful he hadn't let her know I was his mother.

The abundance of hair was annoying and awkward at first, but once I created a path to her pussy lips it became pleasant, her scent a lot stronger captured in her pubic hair.

"That's it, lick my cunt," she moaned, seemingly enjoying my tongue.

As her pussy got wetter and her breathing heavier, I moved to her clit and took it between my lips.

"Oh shiiiit," she moaned, grabbing the back of my head and pressing my face hard into her cunt.

I kept licking until I felt a gush of wetness coat my entire face. I hungrily lapped her pussy juice, which had a unique taste to it.

When she let go of my head, she asked, "Could you taste his cum in my cunt?"

I was instantly jealous at the fact that his first load wasn't shot in me, but I answered, "A little."

She checked my phone, which had buzzed a couple of times during the sexual encounter. She said, "He wants you in the Princess Leia outfit and to be ready for him to pick you up at five-thirty."

"Of course he did," I nodded, nervous to be seen in public in such an outfit, even though the implication of a gangbang really was exciting me.

"Of course, he wants you to buy all the outfits you tried," she added, standing up.

"Of course he does," I smirked, already imagining the hours of role play ahead.

Ten minutes later I had paid for the outfits, and was just getting to my car when my phone rang. It was Michael.

"Hi, my little slut," he greeted.

"Hi, Master," I responded, thankful no one was around to hear me.

"Did you enjoy your afternoon snack?" He asked.

"I'd rather have gotten it directly from the source," I slyly responded.

"Oh don't worry, tonight I will make sure you get lots of it directly from the source," he replied back.

Nervous, I confronted him. "Honey, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Mom, trust me. Tonight will be the night of your life," he promised.

"That night already happened when we first fucked," I pointed out, trying to be blunt.

"Oh Mom," he sighed, "We both know you want this. I'm not going to let you back out now."

True, I had long fantasized about being gangbanged, the double fucking with Mike and Frederick only enhancing my fantasy, but a group of strangers was both exciting and utterly nerve wracking. "Fine," I said, which implied it wasn't really fine, my tone contradicting the definition.

"Be ready at five-thirty," he said, "tonight is going to be a lot of fun."

"I'll be ready," I agreed, although I still wasn't completely sure what I was getting ready for. Yes, I assumed there was going to be some sort of gangbang, yet how and where were still mysteries.

"See you soon, Mommy-slut," he finished, before hanging up.

I drove home, my mind spinning with the possibilities, both the good and the bad... yet, like getting dp'd by him and his best friend Frederick, or seducing my own daughter, I was going to do what my son, my master, told me to. The moment I seduced him and became his slut, I had accepted that he owned me mind, body and soul, and regardless of my occasional trepidation, I wouldn't change a thing.

So, as instructed, I went home, my cunt dripping with anticipation of a night of craziness.

Looking in the mirror, in the slutty Star Wars outfit, I knew Michael would love it and I instantly felt ten years younger... sure the thigh highs didn't go with the outfit, but it definitely made me the sluttiest Princess Leia ever.

Michael showed up five minutes late, before coming in and saying, "Fuck, you look even hotter in person than in the picture."

"Thank you," I smiled, loving getting such sexist compliments. My cunt on fire, and definitely going through cock withdrawal, I asked, dripping with sexy naughtiness, "Does my son want to pound his pet Mommy first?"

"Of course I do," he answered, walking to me, my cunt instantly leaking with anticipation.

"Good, because Mommy needs her cunt pounded so fucking baddddd," I purred, rubbing his cock through his pants.

"Did you enjoy the afternoon snack?" He asked again.

"It wasn't the snack I am accustomed to," I countered, dropping to my knees, willing to do anything to get his dick in me.

"It was just an appetizer for tonight," he responded, as I hastily fished out his cock.

"Can I have the full course meal?" I asked, before devouring his cock.

"You can get a nice load in your mouth," he groaned, "but your cunt and ass are off limits until tonight's gangbang."

I sighed as I bobbed back and forth on his delicious cock. I wanted to be fucked...now, but I would have to settle for a yummy load of his cum.

As I continued taking all his cock in my mouth, he talked, "Tonight is going to be your ultimate fantasy come true."

Again part of me was horny as hell with the idea of being gangbanged, a fantasy I had for years, yet the risk of being caught by someone I know, or of someone knowing I was fucking my son, had me nervous.

"You want to be triple teamed don't you, Mommy-slut?" he asked.

Horny as hell, I took his cock out of my mouth and agreed, "God, yes, Mommy wants to be fucked all night."

As soon as I was done answering his question, I resumed bobbing on his cock, the idea of the gangbang getting more and more appealing.

"I have a dozen guys ready and willing to give you their young, hard cocks," he continued.

I moaned on his cock, the vision of a bunch of young, naked men lining up to fuck me my biggest fantasy.

"Oh yes, you will be fucked for hours," he continued, "every load coated all over your body."

I took his cock out of my mouth and asked, "No come in my mouth, cunt or ass?"

He smiled, "I promoted it as MILF cum bath."

"Oh my God, you didn't?" I gasped, while continuing to stroke his hard cock.

"I did," he nodded, before shoving his cock in my mouth, holding my head and beginning to fuck my face. I had gotten very good at not gagging when my mouth was roughly fucked, his whole cock filling my mouth so fully, his balls bouncing off my chin...which made the act so much hotter.

As usual, in less than two minutes, my throat was being coated with cum, the face fucking almost always the finale of a blow job.

Category: Incest/Taboo Stories