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My Little Mother Fucker (Part 1)

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I was molested until I got pregnant at 13, and my boyfriend went to jail so I never saw him again, but this isn’t about him.

I was 25, and a single mother. So I dated, but I never found a man that wanted to marry me, and raise my son as his own.

Derik Jr. was 12, before he started ejaculating, just like his father, but I found his cum filled underwear while he was at school.

Cleaning up his dirty laundry he kicked under the bed, I took the cummy ones to bed with me, while the rest spun in the washer, and smelled them plunging orgasm after orgasm out until I had to get up, and put them in the drier.

Then, he got home from school, so I took a bath while he was doing his homework, and tried to shave my pubic hairs carefully, but the razor caught on my pantyline scar, and I cut myself anyway.

That killed the mood, so I could go out, and grab a bandaid out of the cubboard. In the kitchen, he looked up from his textbook, but then he looked down, and crossed his leg under the table. “Derik?”

“Yes mom.”

“Don’t cross your legs like a girl.” I came around behind him, and pulled his knee out. My bare breasts resting on his shoulders, just reminded me of his soft little lips. Kissing my nipples, and suckling them, but I had him to thank for my 28Cs.

Well, his father, I guess, but he bounced his foot on his knee nervously when my hand went up his thigh to feel the hardness in his underpants. “Is this what you’re trying to hide?”

“Uh, mom! Oh, oh!” He shook his head too late, but I didn’t stop rubbing it on his pubes until he stopped wetting his pants, and it went soft.

“Huh, that’s better.” I finally let go, and went back to my room. Got out a bra, and panties, but I left the latter on the dresser to strap my dried up milkbags into the C cups.

“Mom,” I turned around, and he looked away from the bandaid in the door. “Um,” he bit his lip, and blushed, “Never mind.” He turned to go back down the hall, but I grabbed my underwear, and followed him to knock on the door.

“What is it, son?”

“What happened to your pubic hairs?”

“I just shaved them off. I have a date tonight, and he doesn’t like pubic hairs getting in the way. So, he said that if I wanted him to eat me out, I better shave my pussy before our next date.” I lied, I wasn’t even dating for years, but I hoped that would make him jealous, and start thinking about oral sex with me?

“Oh, you must cut yourself shaving a lot.”

“No, open the door, I have something to show you.”

“Okay.” He unlocked it, so I could go in, and sit him on the bed. Pull down my pantyline to pick off the bandaid, and peel it away from the scar. “This is where you came from, almost 13 years ago. You’re going to be a teenager soon, so I better tell you the truth.”

He nodded, and looked up. “I thought babies came out of your vagina.”

“Well, normally they do, but I was too young, and my hips weren’t wide enough for a normal birth.” He looked down, and his eyes went back and forth between my hip bones.

“They are now?”

“I don’t know, possibly, but I had an operation. It’s called a C cection for Cesarean, and that’s how I was able to have a virgin birth.”

“Wait, so you’re a virgin when you had me, like Jesus?”

“Well, not exactly like Jesus. You haven’t been talking to Christian boys, have you?”

“No, not really, but there’s this girl at school, and she goes to church, so she’s saving herself until we get married.”

“Uh, Derik!” I almost let my jealousy get the best of me. “You have a girlfriend?”

“No? I don’t know, maybe. Mom, does it count if we don’t say I love you?”

“I love you,” I hugged his arm against my bra cup, but how did he get so tall without me noticing?

“Yeah, but you’re my mother.”

“Uh, don’t say that.”

“But it’s true.”

“I’d rather you still called me mommy.”

“But I’m not a little boy any more, and I don’t want to call you that any more, and can I just call you Mom, for short?”

I sighed, “Fine, I suppose that’s, and okay compromise, but tell me more about this church girl.”

“Well, her name is Stephanie Mayers, but she spells it M. A. Y. E. R. like Oscar Mayer, and she hates that pagan lady luring girls into vampire worship by making them sparkle…”

I just tuned him out, “Uh huh?” remembering his father, and the way he seduced me, but now that the proverbial shoe is on the other foot, I have to admit that it’s nice being the seducer. Even though being his mother takes all the challenge out of seducing a little boy, but now he’s starting to look like my lover when he started actually ejaculating, to get his fingers all goey, and molest me with his juices, so that’s why it took so long for his little swimmers to find an egg, and make me a mother without even trying to break my virginity.

“I didn’t believe her until she showed me how that led to sick perverted premarital sex, spanking, bondage, and tricking a virgin into his penthouse sex dungeon.”

“Huh, you’re talking about 50 Shades of Grey?”

“Uh huh? That’s why I was ashamed of getting an erection in the kitchen, her mom showed me that movie on Netflixs to warn her what happens when she gives into her adolescent Lust.”

“Huh, well they sound Christian, but.” I looked over at his night stand, and opened up his old laptop.

“Yeah, but not like Christian Gray at all, you want to watch it with me?”

“Of course not.” I unplugged it, and got up. “But her mother isn’t trying anything funny with you, showing you R rated movies.”

“I told you, she just wanted Steph to see what would happen if we start going down that road before we’re married.”

“Mhm? You know her mother’s name?”

“Ruth, why?”

“It’s just inconvenient to call her Stephanie’s mom, or Mrs. Mayers.” I typed in [Ruth Mayers] on the Yellowpages online site.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“No, of course not, but there’s clean underwear and clothes in the drier, so you better get ready for bed.” While I look up her number, thank goodness it’s an uncommon name like Ruth instead of something like Lisa, or Jane.

“Hello?”

“Yes, this is miss Hubbard, Derik Jr’s mom? He said that he’s dating your daughter, but he assured me that she’s saving herself for marriage.”

“Yes of course.”

“Good, just see that they’re not alone together, because I caught him jerking off to this sick disturbing movie. 50 Shades of Gray, perhaps you’ve heard of it?”

“Oh, well.” She stammered, and struggled to come up with a lie. “Of course, the women in my book club read it, but not me. We’re Presbyterians, so we don’t indulge in that sort of filth over here. At our house.”

“Good, see that you don’t.” I hung up, when I heard the drier door slam shut, and peeked around the corner, but he just carried the basket back to his room. So, I shut the closet doors in front of the washer, and drier, then waited for him to carry a fresh set of clothes into the bathroom, to take a bath.

“Hhuh!” My hands shook, picking up his underwear off the floor, but they were still warm, and the semen was still fresh in the crotch. “Huhl!” So, I turned them inside out, and licked the insides, stuffed my fingers in my mouth to suck the rest out of the fabric when it became wet enough with my spit. “Smup!”

Until I heard the water slurp down the drain, and he got out to put on clean underwear. Still warm from the drier, so his fuzzy little nuts hung low in his hot scrotum to cook up a fresh batch of baby batter for me.

I suppose, it’s okay, as long as Stephany waits. I can just do whatever I have in my Power to put off the wedding until he grows up. Maybe when he’s 18, and I’m done with him, I have at least 5 years to enjoy him, before he’s too old, and hopefully he’ll give me another son to raise on my own so I can start all over again…

“Uh, mommy?” He came out.

“Yes son.”

“I got a boner again, and I don’t want to beat off no more.”

“Because it’s a sin?”

He nodded, “Is it okay if I start going to church with the Mayerses, then?”

“I suppose so, but you just put on clean underwear, so you better take them off, before you get them dirty again.”

“Mommy, is it okay, if you show me how to make her happy, when we get married?”

“Snh!” I wiped my eyes, and nodded.

“What’s wrong, mommy?”

“Nothing, you just made me so happy, and I’m going to miss you so much.” I hugged him, and felt down to his open fly. Gently rubbing his dirty little cock in his clean white underwear.

“Mommy, can you take your bra off again?”

“Of course,” I backed up to his bedroom, and sat on the bed. Patting the mattress next to me. “Cum here, cum to momma.” He sat down next to me, but I turned him away, and pulled him back. Over my lap, so he could turn over, and pull his legs up on the bed, with his pants open.

“Huh!” He latched on, and I just closed my eyes. Unbuttoned his pants by feel, and gave into the almost forgotten pleasures of his lips kissing my nipples.

“Mommy, stop.”

“I’m sorry.” I let go of his hot little cock.

“I don’t want to blow it in my clean underwear.” He got up on the bed, and pulled his pants down. So, it bounced up in the air, and his full little balls swung between his legs. “So why don’t you blow it in your mouth?” He stepped over my lap, and bent his knees to put them over my shoulders, and stuck it in my mouth to let me suck him off.

I never liked this part, oral sex, it was always an appetizer, but not like the main corse for me, or his father. His father always loved it, so I let him. He is so much like his father, but I have another 5, or 6 years before I have to give him away. So, I can take my time, but he didn’t last long.

He pulled out, and swayed, so I had to grab his butt to keep him from falling off the bed, and hitting his little head. “Uh, mom I’m cumming!”

“Oomhm?” I could feel them trying to pull out of my tight lips, pumping themselves empty over my hair, and forehead. So, I had to close my eyes, before the sperm swam into my tears do die. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad. Because the day we started having sex was the same day I found out that some little Christian bitch had stolen his heart, and his soul from me, but I suppose I should enjoy the sex while I can.

Before he gets too old, and makes me pregnant again. “Smup, huh!”

“Thanks mom. Now get out.”

“Uh!” He slapped my buns before I left, and slammed the door behind me.

“You little mother fucker!” He laughed through the door.

“Not yet!” He promised, so I wiped the mess off my face, to shove inside me, and get myself pregnant. My way, I’d rather not fuck him, or anyone, honestly. I don’t like having a penis inside me, and maybe that’s why none of the men ever called me back for another date?

You know what? I think that maybe I was saving myself all along for him. Now that he’s old enough to make me happy, and slap my ass on the way out of bed, the way his father used to do. “No,” I promised myself. “I’ll make him fuck me, even if I have to rape him.”

My own son, and that was the sickest thing I ever thought in my whole life. “Yeah, I’m gonna wait until you’re big enough to rape you, little mother fucker. Yeah, uh. Take it, take it like a man. Cum for mommy. Cum in me son, oh Derik! Oh oh OH!”

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2BC…

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    Hurry up with part 2 please