Motherly Lust III: Momma's Home-Cumming
This installment picks up where Motherly Lust II left off
on 6/20/04.
Charolette was Introduced to Erotic Stories on 01/21/03
as a nymphomaniacal and debaucherous mother who began
leading her son down a path of drunken dissolution that
led to their becoming so depraved in the Sea of Flesh series
that their antics at the Wormpit are nothing short of disgusting.
It might surprise Charolettes followers to find that
she was once a woman of faith. Yes, Charolette was only a
few short months ago, a bulwark of an evangelistic, fundamentalist
sect under whose auspices she sallied forth every weekend
to visit the homes of the reprobate with messages of salvation.
So, how did the foxy-looking Charolette fall from grace?
The answer is provided in vivid detail in my unpublished
novel, The Good, The Bad, and The Orgy, which follows
her actions from the moment she knocks on Jenny Laymans
door and stumbles into an orgy in progress.
Without mentioning the details of how Charolette was seduced,
she emerged from Jennys domicile with oleaginous and
inflamed genitalia, reeking of alcohol, minus her bible
and pamphlets, and her thoughts totally devoid of religion.
Unfortunately, Charolettes husband Brad, a consummate
(fundamentalist) hypocrite, had tracked his red-headed
wife down the previous evening, only to find her at Jennys--drunk
and in the midst of sexual congress with men of the darker
hues.
Outraged, Brad broke into the house and tried to drag his
wife away. But, when Charolette made it clear that her destiny
lay, not with accompanying her husband home, but with another
intended lover, a tall, muscular and naked, African orgiest
known as Jack, Brad hit her a glancing blow on the cheekbone.
Jack intervened and threw Brad bodily out on Jennys lawn,
making sure there was no way for him to get back in.
Charolettes injury was minor, and she continued her lovemaking
oblivious of the fate that awaited her at home while her
infuriated husband listened to her coital screams filtering
through the outsids windows to his ears.
So when she staggered into the house without Jack to protect
her, Brad began to show his harlot of a wife what retribution
her transgressions had wroughtwith his fists.
Having fled back to Jenny's after the beating Brad
had administered to her on her frazzled return home from
the orgy, she licked her wounds, and as her urge to merge
with various men resurfaced, Charolette also began to
think about her son, now a high school senior. How to shield
her son from her own new urges was one of the questions that
occupied Charolette's mind.
Before that, however, came the more urgent consideration
of where she would live when Jenny's hospitality ran
out. Jenny's answer to this was through an attorney.
Charolette hired him on Jenny's say-so, and he immediately
filed charges on her behalf. Charolette got a court order
evicting Brad along with a warrant that resulted in his
spending a night in jail for assaulting her.
Now this lovely and ripe female, who had a house and an 18-year-old-boy
to herself, could consider the original question of her
obligations for moral guidance.
These concerns prompted Jenny, who at the time was getting
well-oiled during a "stud hunt", to observe
to a likewise tipsy Charolette, "I wish I had an eighteen-year-old
youngee living under my roof. When you're through
with him, send him over to me. I'll take care of his morals
once and for all!"
Such outrageous innuendo might have offended a woman less
given over to thrill-seeking than the newly converted,
or shall we say perverted, Charolette. It wasn't her
drunkenness that insulated her from realizing the full
egregiousness of Jenny's suggestion; no, it was her
own new and complete commitment to venal sexuality.
Charolette now had a new religion and you may have noticed
that she is still being referred to as an evangelist. That's
because after the orgy, tendencies to convert outsiders
hadn't diminished. In fact, her zeal to propagate
"the faith", although a decidedly DIFFERENT
faith, had been revitalized.
This ardor to influence others had been rejuvenated by
the thrills she had experienced, and the lovely Charolette
was now determined to introduce these thrills into the
lives of those less fortunate. The pernicious idea of debauching
her son, Larry, was injected into Charolette's mind
during her exile at Jenny's.
Charolette's unaccustomed genitalia having healed
from the aforementioned party, she had said to Jenny, "I've
recovered from last weekend, Jenny, but now that I feel
better, I need to find more men--and women. Is that how it
always works?"
"No honey, you gotta get used to partying. Come out
with me tonight and you'll find you won't need
to wait so long before you go out again. Look at me. I'm
always ready."
"No, what I mean is: am I always gonna feel this horny?
Am I always gonna need to party, to screw. Do you ever have
any choice, or do you always have to go out and find more cock?"
"I guess I don't want a choice. I just want to see
how much fun I can have? How about it? Let's go to a different
bar. This place is dead."
Sitting on neighboring bar stools in a more lively tavern
they had continued to get drunk. Admiring various men's
buttocks and cock bulges before making advances, Jenny
bluntly asked an inebriated Charolette in the vernacular
whether or not her eighteen-year-old son, Larry was well?
endowed, "How big is your son's cock, Charolette?"
"Goodness, Jenny! How would I know?" Charolette
responded, not realizing she had lifted her hand to one
of her breasts and, was actually scissoring the nipple
through the fabric of her blouse between two adjacent fingers.
"I've never seen it stiff." Then, her tongue
made a suggestive circuit of her cherry lips as moisture
collected between her legs. Trying to change the subject,
she remarked,
"Hey! Look at the buns on those two hunks over there!"
"Let's stick to what I'm talking about,
honey. It's not those guys' asses got you horny,
it's talkin about Larry. You want to fuck him, doncha?"
"JENNY! How can you say sush a thing!"
Because it's a mother's duty to pass along what
she knows to her son.
"Really?"
"He may need your help."
"Ooohhh?"
"Suppose the boy's hung like a horse with balls
about to burst and needs to do something about it."
"Well, won't he find a way?"
"You've FOUND the way, an now you're being
selfish about it and not letting him in on it."
"I am? Thash not good ish it?"
"Lisshen lady, you have a choice. Get his cock stiff
or bring him over to my place, and I'll get his fuckin
cock stiff."
The conversation was stimulating Jenny too, and she reacted
to the view of new raw material swaggering into the bar.
"God! Look at the three hunks that juss came in! Less
add 'em to tonight's list. You make a play for your
two, and I'll grab those three guysh. It'll be
good for starters. We're on a roll!
BARTENDER! More drinks please!"
It was then that the partly drunk Charolette realized that
she would much rather go to bed with her own son than with
her husband. She thought, "Jenny's
right. It's not fair if I keep my son frustrated like
I was. I'd be acting like my mother and Brad and doing
what they have done with me."
"Ooohh, Jenny, pleeash less not talk about this when
we're drinkin."
"Like hell! Admit it, bitch, you wanna fuck him. You
wanna fuck Larry, an that would be the best thing for both
of you."
"Why would it be best for Larry?"
"'Cause then he'd be available..."
"Available? You mean..."
"Yah, for me, an othersh, an I'll get him to be
a sex machine like you."
"No!"
"Like fuck, no. Admit it Charolette, you're
glad about this whole thing, about this whole scene you're
in. Would you wanna still be like you were before? Weren't
you miserable?"
"Yes, I wash miserable, buu..."
"But, nothing! And you want your son to stay miserable
like you were?"
"Nooo, I ....."
With all those young male hormones pumpin around inside
his loins? With that big, young cock and swollen ballsh?"
"I'll do what Jenny says!" she thought
to herself. "I'll let Jenny get Larry started.
No! Why should she have all the fun? I'll party with
Larry, myself!"
So, Charolette slurred to Jenny, "Well, I certainly
don't want you messin with my son. I'll find out
how big he ish, an I'll let you know."
"You mean hard?"
"Yesh, of coursh, hard. Bud I'd have ta do sumpfin
to get him hard!"
"Am I hearing right? Getting cocks hard is no problem
with you, you slut!"
"Ooohh God, Jenny! Thish is gettin to me!"
"Thash 'caush you wanna fuck yeeur own son, you
slut!"
"Does it show that mush?"
"It shows all over. You're about ready to have
an orgasm just thinking about fucking Larry."
"Ooohhh shit, Jenny. Don't say any more! I'm
almosh there!"
"Then, why doncha cum, BITCH?" Jenny drunkenly
challenged as she shamelessly squeezed the nipples on
her own enormous jugs. "Cum right here in this fuckin
bar, yeuw whore! CUM! An see if thosh bashardsh over there
notice!"
"Ooohh Jenny!" Charolette grabbed her breast.
"That big, young cock and swollen ballsh, "
Jenny continued, "full of young fuck juices hangin
off that hot prick?" Jenny had now cupped the big bottom
of her ballooning breast and was fondling it around the
large, coarse nipple.
"But, I dont know 'bout hish cock an ballsh,
I ... Ooohhh Jenny! Oooohhh Jenny!"
She clumsily gestured in the direction of both groups of
men, "I need ..."
"You need them, don't you? But yeeuw need yeeur
own son, too! Whatta slut!"
Suddenly, Charolette grabbed Jenny's arm in a vise?like
grip as her eyes scrunched shut. "My son! Ooohh Laaaaaarreeee!
Aaahhh! Omigod! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! AAAHHH!
AAAAAGGGHH! AAAAHH! AAAGGHHH! UUUuuhhhaauuh!
Jenny looked down and saw Charolette's hand had slid
up under her cocktail dress, and her stomach was surging
blended with a twisting motion on the barstool.
"Now, thas what I call a hot mamma! If I call those guysh
over, are ya gonna fuck 'em?
"Aaahhh! Aaaahhh! Yes!"
"Why you bish! You horny bish! Are ya gonna fuck your
own son? Are ya gonna fuck Larry?"
"Aaahh! Aaahhhh! Aaaaaahhh!"
"Are ya gonna fuck your son?"
YES!"
"Is your boy in for some action! He'sh gonna get
to know hish dirty mamma real well. An he'sh gonna get
to know me too! Oooohhhh God, thish ish so fuckin exciting!
Aaahhh! Aaaaahhh!"
Fortunately, Jenny had a moment before her orgasm overwhelmed
her and, with both her eyes and a gesture of her lovely head,
signaled to both groups of men to approach.
"Oooohhh FUCK!" Charolette gasped, tightening
her hand even more painfully on Jenny's arm as she shuddered."
"RRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuggghhhhhhh!"
Jenny shuddered out her orgasm as the men surrounded them.
"Charolette slumped as her grip loosened and her
other hand fell out of her lap. The men were all staring at
her as, still breathing deeply, she reached for her drink.
Finishing a long draw off it, Charolette gasped, "We
were washing you hunkey men, an we got off jush thinkin what
we'd like to do with you guysh."
"We're hot bitches!" Jenny chimed in turning
so they could see the depth of her cleavage. Pulling an enormous
breast out of her bra, she added, "Can ya hannel that,
yeeuw hunk?"
"We can handel anything you got, bitch!" responded
a tall, black?bearded one.
"Well, we're gonna find out, aren't we?"
"Fuckin?A, bitches!"
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One morning before school, Charolette could hardly make
Larry's breakfast. When he complained, she said that
she wasn't just a servant for him anymore. She had needs
too.
Larry wondered, What did that mean? Since when did mothers
have needs? What kind of needs? They couldn't be good
needs. She says she has what she calls 'grown?up needs'
His mother was in a pink, voile robe that was tied in the middle,
but not tight enough to prevent exposing the view of how
perfectly formed the insides of her globular breasts were.
Charolette would have never appeared before her son with
such a careless lack of attention for the proprieties prior
to the breakup of her marriage.
Her auburn hair with a strawberry tint around the temples
cut mid-length and straight with upturned curls at the
bottom made her fetchingly lovely face appear so perky
and cute, it was hard to believe she was the mother of a teenager.
Her fantastic beauty wasn't lost on her son, and even
though her partying the night before had flattened the
tone in her normally rosy cheeks, Larry wished he could
be the one to help her with the needs she had just mentioned.
What do these needs have to do with her going out every night?
What do they have to do with the new way she walks around the
house, sort of wiggling her rear end more lately? What do
these needs have to do with the way her eyes and moist lips
glisten when she talks to people over the phone in hushed
tones. What do these needs have to do with the new clothing
his mother wears that makes him feel funny around his own
crotch. What do these needs have to do with his mother buying
bottles of liquor and getting giddy at night before she
goes out in those exciting clothes?
Larry already had apprehensions when Charolette had taken
over the house. Five days before, the boy had witnessed
his father striking his exhausted-looking mother on her
return from wherever she had stayed that day-and-a-half.
Charolette wasn't the same after her husband's
assault, and although crying uncontrollably from the
beating as she rushed out to the car to get away from her abuser,
Larry suspected that his mother would never return to her
former self.
This suspicion had spawned insecurity, and so when Charolette
had arrived to a husbandless house, Larry examined her
critically, looking for signs that either allayed or confirmed
his fears.
Judging from what she wore and the carry bags she brought
into the house, his mother had obviously bought new clothes,
and the risqu cut of her outfit heightened Larry's
fears. He had never noticed that his mother's rear
end protruded so much. And there was a swivel to her walk.
Her heels seemed to be higher, and the cut of her stockinged
calves was frighteningly alluring. No, his mother had
changed.
Five days after the beating, mom had returned and could
not seem to restrain her motherly affection. "Laaarrreee,
babee!" she rushed towards him with her arms out!
"Ooohhh honey, you've been through soo much!
I'll try to make it up to you."
It's amazing how quickly a boy can form accurate impressions.
He had hardly three seconds to examine his mother from the
front before she had enfolded him in her arms but etched
in his visual memory was her face, even more lovely than
before, but with innocence lost to her new beauty. And the
cleavage! What a cleavage! And then, as her perfume almost
intoxicated him, she kissed him full on the lips.
"MOM!" he said in shock as soon as he could unseal
his lips from hers.
"Ooohhh Laaarree! Isn't it all right for a mother
to kiss her biiig boy after all this time? We've never
been apart for so long."
After she had deposited her new purchases upstairs in the
bedroom that was now to be hers rather than
"theirs, " Charolette went out back to the
car. "Hold the door open for me, Larry!" came
his mother's voice. Even that had a different tone,
a decidedly sensual tone.
"MOM!" he remonstrated at the sight of Charolette's
struggling through the door with a whole case of whiskey.
"You're not supposed to ..."
"Keep the door open. I don't want to snag my stockings
on the metal."
"Dad ...."
"Dad, nothing. I'm in charge here, and we do things
differently now. Take the bourbon in the kitchen. I gotta
get the vodka from the car."
Four more trips and the kitchen floor was stacked with additional
cases, including wine, beer and mixers.
"Is that all for .."
"No Larry, not all of it. I'm going to be entertaining,
and some of it might even be for you an your young friends."
As Charolette said that, she was planning on how to answer
Jennys question, How big is he? This booze might help
her find out.
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