Anything – For Mommy’s Boy – chapter 1 / 3

Anything – Chapter 1 – Anything for Mommy’s Boy

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Author’s note: If you want a plain old love story with kindness and romance, this is NOT it.

If you like most or all of the following, please continue: Alcohol, Anal, Bondage/Spanking/BDSM, Mother-son and bro-sis incest, Non-consent/Blackmail, Oral sex, Pee/golden shower, Poop/scat, Porn, Public sex, Rough sex, Smoking.

You have been warned.

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“Absolutely not! There’s no way I’ll ever trust you again, Mom! Not after what you did!”

“You know my Kurt was always Mommy’s favorite. Have lunch with me and you can see Karen, and little Kimmy and Kelly. I know you want to see your sisters again. Say yes for Mommy, baby.”

“Okay, okay, but just lunch!” I hung up and tossed my phone on the dresser angrily. DAMMITT! She was talking down to me, like I was five years old, and it still worked! How the HELL did she always do that?

Before my father passed away he told me that on their second date, Mom blackmailed him into marrying her. She said she’d tell the police he raped her if he didn’t. She’d given him enough sex to keep his interest but fucked around with at least three other guys while he was working.

Every Thursday morning she screwed a bartender in the tavern storeroom after they got the weekly delivery, then walked home with a bottle of booze in each hand or a case of beer. For anal favors each week, a jewelry store owner gave her an expensive ring or necklace on every major holiday. She also had an affair with the high school football coach, just for fun. It was a perfect start to her career as a skanky grifter. She got even sluttier after my older sister and I started school, and began screwing some of the neighbors too. She was still my mother and against my better judgement, part of me still instinctively loved her.

I looked through the heap of dirty laundry on my bedroom floor, trying to find something relatively clean to wear. I’d been in a dark mood since Dad passed away three months earlier. At the time, I had more important things to worry about than taking care of myself or the house. Eventually I found a pair of jeans a bit less filthy than the rest, and a shirt that didn’t stink too badly. With my college courses and all the doctor appointments, medications, and care Dad needed, I had been busier than I could really handle. I didn’t even have a girlfriend since the last time Mom and my sisters left, three years before.

Until I finished my engineering degree a month earlier, jerking off to porn on my computer ten minutes in the morning and ten at night was all the romance I had time for. After, it quickly climbed to four hours of porn a day. I realized I’d been acting like a horny, moody teenager long enough. I desperately needed to get a girlfriend, or at least a better mouse and bigger computer screen. I also needed a job or hobby to occupy my time.

The bell for the back door rang as I was pulling on some semi-clean socks. It was only 10am! Mom had her long red hair fluffed and heavily sprayed, in the style of the ‘big hair’ 80’s rock bands. I thought it looked a little old-fashioned, but still very pretty. I moved a stack of pizza boxes so that I could open the door for her. I reminded myself that since I graduated, I had time. I’d need to clean the place up and take the trash out sometime soon. As I pulled the door open, she pursed her lips and blew on the heart locket I had given her for Mother’s Day when I was nine or ten. She wiped it with a tissue. When she let go of it, the shiny pendant fell back to its position between her impressive boobs.

Her black blouse made her skin seem even paler. She wore a pastel green miniskirt and green 3-inch heels, along with light green eye shadow and bright red lipstick, which strongly accentuated the blue green of her eyes and the red of her hair. The upper third of her breasts were exposed, and I could see the shape of her big nipples through her tight top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, just something to hold her big breasts up, like honeydews on a shelf. She looked ridiculously hot and sleazy for almost forty.

If any other woman looked like Mom, and looked at me with her facial expression, I’d immediately know that she wanted to fuck me. I’d also be happy to cooperate. I knew my mother was an untrustworthy slut and had to be after something, probably money. She’d run away a few months after she got pregnant with my twin sisters, then kept popping up whenever she was in trouble or broke. Other than their sporadic visits of a few days or weeks, it was just Dad and I since I was 14.

Mom looked up at me with a sexy smile. “I’m so happy to see my baby boy again! You don’t know how much Mommy missed you!” The tone in her voice and the look on her face said, “I want to ride you.”

“You missed me so much you didn’t call for three months? Other than dad’s funeral, the last time I heard from you was you asking me for money the day I turned 21! Dad was sick and heartbroken for years, and I had to take care of him until he passed. You put us through hell!”

“I’m so sorry for that, baby, but things can change. Can we come in, please?” I noticed her perfume, something musky with citrus. I liked it.

“Ok, but just lunch.”

“Of course, sweetie.”

“So where should we order food from?”

“I’ll cook for you. I’ve learned a lot since the charcoal birthday cake.”

I laughed, as I remembered my 6th birthday. She had cut the burnt outside of the cake away, but it had still tasted like ashes with frosting.

She kissed my cheek and turned to my older sister. “Set the groceries in the fridge for now, Karen. We need to clean up a little before we cook.” I was surprised they brought groceries instead of asking me for money. I wondered, ‘What’s she up to?’

As Mom walked around the kitchen, I could see a bit of lacy black panties at the bottom of her short little green miniskirt, and a little of her butt cheeks a few times. She was a nasty slut, no question about it. I was disgusted at myself for being turned on a little.

My older sister Karen was dressed much more conservatively, wearing a light blue dress that only revealed a small bit of her more modest cleavage and fell to just below her knees. Her long red mane descended in a ponytail to the middle of her back, and she wore only a little makeup. She had stolen money from me, but only once. I didn’t have enough fingers and toes to count Mom’s various thefts and scams. Mom’s antics had made Karen’s life very tough too. She was my sister, and I still cared about her.

Kimmy and Kelly were seven years old, and cute little bundles of energy. Kelly grabbed a lipstick from Mom’s purse, snuck up behind Kim, and put a smear of red on her cheek. Kim objected and gave chase, “Hey! Why did you do that?”

The two of them ran around the kitchen table, getting in the way, as Mom and Karen cleaned the place up. I grabbed Kelly as she tried to sprint past me. I hugged her tightly with my left arm, pinning her elbows to her sides. I took the lipstick away and drew a smiley face on her forehead. Kim and I laughed like crazy, and Karen and Mom joined in.

Kelly struggled and complained; “What did you do to me?”

I set her down. “Go look in the mirror.”

Kelly laughed too, then cleaned it off.

Karen informed me, “Mom let them have sugary cereal for breakfast again, and they’ve been nothing but trouble. Kim, Kelly, go do something outside with him, you’re just getting in the way. Lunch will be ready in two hours.”

I asked, “Two hours?”

Mom explained, “Chicken parm takes some time if you make it from scratch.”

I LOVED chicken parmigiana, but I wasn’t going to fall for her tricks. “That sounds good, but you’re still leaving after lunch.”

She smiled, “Of course, baby.”

Kelly asked, “Can we go to the pool? We haven’t been swimming in a long time!”

Kim held my hand and tried to pull me toward the door. “Yeah, can we go swim? PLEASE!”

I didn’t see why not. “Fine. Do you have swimsuits?”

“No. Can you get us some?”

I had plenty of money, but I was a bit suspicious. I knew Mom and maybe Karen would try getting money from me, but I didn’t think the two little ones were like that, at least not yet. Some clothes would be far from breaking the bank.

“Sure. Grab some towels from one of the bathrooms.” They ran around looking, but there were no clean towels in the house either.

“Fine, towels and swimsuits.”

Karen reminded me, “And sunscreen. The little brats burn easily.”

“Ok, let’s go.”

After a quick shopping trip, we went to the big public pool a few miles away. In addition to the items the girls needed, I bought a big bag of candy that I’d give them when they left. It would be a treat for them, and a little payback for Mom. I smiled to myself, imagining Mom going crazy as the two of them ran around yelling.

I sat in a chair by the edge of the pool. I saw them splashing each other and playing with some other kids.