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© Cherry Foxe, 2022
The is a work of fiction. All names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination only. Any similarities to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, events or locations is entirely coincidental. All sexually active characters are at or above the age of eighteen.
Dear Reader,
Ever been to the Grand Canyon? After reading this week’s letter to Family Love Magazine, you’ll want to book the very next flight to the Copper State. There you’ll find hot deserts and hotter sluts who’ll do anything to please their dominating sons. Don’t take our word for it. Read on and enjoy.
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TURNED OUT BY MY SON
Times were hard. You know it’s bad when you capsize your purse over your bed hoping to shake out loose change. I’d collected almost a dollar this way one Friday night when my eighteen-year-old son, Josh, barged into my room.
“Mom, I need money,” he said.
Wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a camisole, I wasn’t dressed for company. “Hey, didn’t I teach you any manners? Knock before you enter. And if it’s cash you want, take a number. We’re broke.”
“Broke?” he repeated with wide eyes. Josh plopped onto the edge of my bed.
“Almost,” I said, sitting beside him. “There’s the seventy-six cents under your butt, an emergency stash in my dresser, and a little more left on the credit card. But that’s about it.”
I’d lost my job, and I hadn’t yet found another gig. Josh was unemployed as well.
Worry lines creased his forehead. “What’s going to happen to us, Mom?”
I pulled my tall, handsome son into a sideways hug, and then I leveled with him. “Try not to worry, sweetheart. But if we don’t find income soon, we’ll be in trouble.”
He broke away from me. Turning angry, he said, “This is all your fault for being a slut.”
I couldn’t argue. My employer had fired me because I’d fucked an intern in the break room one night. Someone had spotted me riding him on the table, and they’d fetched a security guard who’d later reported me even after I’d blown him and took his load on my face.
What an asshole.
Seriously, though. I’ve lost multiple jobs because I can’t keep my legs closed. I blame my condition on being a flexible, petite Girne Escort redhead with a super sensitive pussy and a jaw that never tires. It’s a perfect storm of promiscuity.
Sighing, I apologized. “I’m sorry I got us in this mess, honey.”
“Well, you’re going to fix it,” Josh said. He stood, his gaze drilling into me. “I’m turning you out. You’re going to sell your whore body for sex to support us.”
I thought he was kidding, and I laughed. But he kept a straight face.
“I’m not doing that,” I told him.
Josh grabbed my arms. I froze in his powerful grip. “It’s the only option left, and you’re doing it whether or not you want to.”
“No way. I’m not a whore,” I returned.
“Would you rather I starved, Mom?” Clearly not. Still, prostitution wasn’t the answer. I ignored this comeback, however, since I had a more pressing concern at the moment–my biological son grabbing one of my tits. Josh offered a lewd grin. “Do you like what I’m doing, whore?”
In truth, my cunt had started tingling. Josh’s touch had a powerful effect I hadn’t expected. That, or I was just plain horny. Either way, I didn’t resist when he grasped my other tit. “Honey,” was all I managed, my throat tight.
Josh goosed my tits. His eyes had ignited into flames. My snatch pulsed, and cream appeared between my nether lips.
“Yeah, you’ll do just fine selling your body. You’re such a degenerate, you’re letting your own son cop a feel.” I was a degenerate, and the situation was spiraling out of control. “You know what?” he said. “I think I’ll have a go at you before I turn you out. I’ll be your pimp and your first John. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
I should have told him he was crazy. Josh was no pimp. He didn’t know shit about the streets, and neither did I. But then I noticed the fat hog outlined in his jeans, and I caved to my stud of a son. “OK. Whatever you think is best.”
He undid his pants and whipped out his cock. A plump tip capped the long, veiny shaft, and a tear of arousal hung from the hole in the center. He pulled me to standing, and then he forced me down. “On your knees, whore.”
Eye-level with his beautiful prick, my mouth watered. I couldn’t believe that reaction had Magosa Escort come from my son’s schlong. “Baby, your cock is beautiful.”
“Whore’s think all cocks are beautiful,” he replied, pushing his pants to his ankles. He stepped out of them. “Now shut up and start sucking it.”
I should have smacked him for talking that way, but his degrading words made me shiver with excitement. “Yes, sir,” I said as I grabbed his rigid pole.
“That’s it. Show me what you’ve got. Suck my fucking cock,” he said. I sniffed his scent and licked about his prickhead. His cock drool tasted heavenly sweet. Then I took him in my mouth and started sucking hard, fast, and sloppy. “That’s good. Oh, fuck. You’re one hell of a cocksucker, Mom.”
I would have smiled if my mouth wasn’t occupied. Instead, I met his approval by twisting my fist along his shaft as I slung my head. Josh groaned, and so did I.
As I pounced on his throbbing manhood, I explored my body. My nipples were tight like ball bearings. I rubbed over one, then switched out my hands and toyed with the other while I stroked my son southpaw.
“You’re ambidextrous. That’s impressive,” he said.
I went back to using my dominant hand on his prick and wrangled my top over my breasts. Pulling off of his cock, I rolled his knob over my lips while bubbling spit and tweaking a nipple.
“Am I doing a good job? Is Mommy a good whore for her big boy?”
“That remains to be seen,” Josh replied. “It’s obvious you can suck a dick. But can you fuck? Get up and take off your clothes.”
I popped onto my feet and shed my top and bottoms. Josh shoved his face between my tits. He licked all over my cleavage and sucked on both of my rock hard nipples. I gasped, moaned, and stroked the back of his head. He had me so hot, I would have taken any order, no matter how degrading or abusive.
Next, he spun me around and pushed me face first onto the bed. My breath caught when I felt him kick my legs apart. “I’m going to fuck you from behind like a true whore,” he said. Josh spanked my ass. It shocked more than it hurt and caused me to yelp. Then, without fanfare, he pushed his bloated dick tip against my twat.
“Take it easy, baby,” I told him. “Mommy’s Lefkoşa Escort tight back there.”
“Fuck that,” he said, and he thrust his prick into my cock sleeve. Wincing, I stifled a cry. He began fucking me. “You’ll loosen up. Good little whores always do.”
His groin thudded against my butt as he stabbed my pussy, shaking me with his impacts. The pain turned to pleasure, and I moaned. “Fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy’s whore cunt.” He sped up as my fuck hole creamed over his cock. Before long, my snatch was sloppy, his prick rifling through it at breakneck speed.
“Fuck, yes,” he grunted. “You’re cunt feels so fucking good!”
“So does your cock,” I managed. “Oh, honey. Plow me with your cock!”
“You’ll have to wear rubbers with your johns,” he huffed as he boned me. “But never with me.”
“Not with you,” I agreed. “I’ll always fuck you bareback.”
He paused, then circled his hips. “And you’ll fuck me wherever and whenever I say.”
I pushed onto my hands, reached between my legs, and found my clit. My son started up again, railing me. “Yes, sweetheart. Oh, God!”
We fucked and fucked, until my son said, “I’m going to come inside your whore pussy. Shit, I’m going to nut so hard!”
On the verge myself, I cried, “Drain those nuts in my whore cunt!”
Josh growled. His fingers clawed into my flesh. I quivered with each thrust, the pressure mounting inside until I couldn’t take any more. Release came at last. “I’m coming! Holy shit. Don’t stop fucking me. I’m coming!” My cunt walls pulsed around Josh’s stabbing rod. His manly groans filled the air as he sprayed goo inside my womb. The feel of his nut prolonged my orgasm. I saw stars and collapsed head first into the sheets.
“Fucking A,” he said, and then he dragged from my cunt. His cock batter dripped out of my hole and trailed down my inner thigh. I collected some and licked the slimy mess from my trembling fingers, tasting our combined juices. “You did great, Mom,” he told me. “You’re cunt’s worth every penny for the lucky bastard that gets to stick it.”
I crawled onto the bed and flipped on my back. “About that,” I said.
Josh arched a brow. I wanted to tell him his scheme was stupid. Of all the ways to make a buck, turning me out was the least practical. Selling drugs would have been smarter. But laying there, I realized it might be fun having sex with random strangers. Apparently, I also enjoyed playing a whore.
Suddenly his plan didn’t seem so dumb.
“Go on,” he said.
I smiled. “When do I start?”
–S. H., from Arizona
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