Part 3- Mom the whore

Just like the last story, some of the things mentioned in this story I found out later in life. I’m writing from what I remember, and the gaps filled in by my mom. This story picks up right where I left off. Mom got fucked by John at our new apartment. Please comment.

The night John fucked my mom, was the first time I saw people having sex. I didn’t understand everything going on at the time, but I was excited and wanted to see more. My mom looked beautiful, she had everyone’s attention, and I wanted to be just like her. I didn’t know how she felt, but I knew John was happy. I knew I wanted to be hot like my mom, I wanted boys’ attention, and I couldn’t wait to see mom with a man again.

The next morning, mom asked me how I slept, and I said good. I had cuddled my head right in between her tits, I loved the way her big breasts felt so soft. I had been sleeping like that and finding every excuse to be near her breasts since I could remember. I don’t know at what point she stopped breastfeeding me, but sometimes when I squeezed or slept on top of one, milk would come out. I always thought it was normal, but it had been a few years since last time she breastfed me, but she was still lactating. I didn’t think of it until much later that the lactation might have been the reason her breasts were so big, full, and erect. I had been tempted to suck on her tits many times, but felt embarrased about. I did like to lay on them and press on them to have milk come out into her bra, and when changed clothes and wasn’t around, I would look in the dirty clothes basket for her bra and lick any milk drop that hadn’t dried up. I loved the smell of her milk, and I could smell it on her breasts.

The next few days, were similar to the one in the previous story. We would shower together, she would dress slutty, walk to work, serve her evergrowing male clients, and come back and get fucked by John. The difference was I couldn’t go see her work, so I stayed by myself for a few days, and could not open the door under any circumstances to anyone. The first highlights of those days were me going through all my mom’s new wardrobe and trying things on, which didn’t look nearly as good as they did on mom. I loved trying on her thongs, I loved the way they went up my ass. I loved smelling her used bras and trying them on, and hoped someday I could grow tits like her. The second highlight was seeing my mom get fucked everynight.