My Mum the Slut

Ok, First, this is my first published story!
Second: THIS IS FICTION. In life I both respect and admire my mother!
Third: Enjoy. Its extreme and unlikely but it was fun to push my boundaries in this way

I have never has much respect for my mother. For someone born in the classless captial of the country where the tango man would fit in and its definatly maybeline (or a cheap knock off) i strangely was born with one defining assest – class. That means that i looked at my slap-covered, mutton dressed as lamb slag of a mother with distaste. Which is probably how she ended up as my total bitch.

It all started when she came to visit me. I opened the door, and there she stood, dressed ‘smartly’, which meant that she was wearing more that a skirt and top! In this case a pair of jeans and a boob tube. As predicted the make up had been applied with a shovel. “Haay Darlin” she drawled at me.
“Un hum” i replied.
“Deary can i use the can, it was a really long drive and i need to piss!”
“Ok” i replied and led her to the bathroom, but my mother being her annoying self stopped to talk before eventually going into the bathroom.

She was a while and the i heard “Jim darlin?”
Going to the door i knocked “Ma?”
“Come in Jimmy”
Walking in i was greeted by a sight that made my cock go hard. My mothers face was beet red with humiliation, and the crouch of her jeans was showing me why…

“I left it too long darlin’. Can i borrow some trousers?”
I looked over my mother, a lanky blonde with pink highlights. I suppose with a brushup she would be ok, she had a thin waist, pert bum and a pair of perky tits. I stopped myself. This was my mother that i wouldnt touch with a bargepole! My eyes drifted to the wet patch again as she started speaking again butbi wasnt listening. Something snapped. Revenge for all the years of near abusive boyfriends and lack of support for me from her.

Taking two steps forward i grabbed her throat, using my bulk to lift her tippy toes – an impressive feat considering the size of her heels. Pinning h against the wall i growled “You dirty fucking slut”
“Pardon?” My mother said shocked, her voice different.
My brain clocked this, her voice, her eyes were awake. She was getting off on this rough treatment.
“You slag” i told her, “when i wanted porn i could have just watched you, couldn’t i?”
“Yes love” she replied, her arms snaking around my broad shoulders.
Turning i threw her to the ground, grabbing hold of her long hair.