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My Mom is a Slut
by Winnie Costello
I want to tell a true story about an experience that changed and
influenced my life like no other. It’s about my Mother, a busty, well
shaped blonde in her late 30ies. Looking back, my Mom always appeared to
be a little loose. She often wore lingerie in the house, used to lay
naked by the pool and didn’t mind if anyone in the family could see her
big breasts with her pancake sized aureolas and her totally shaved
pussy. As a child I didn’t pay much attention to those things but
looking back, I recall my mother always wearing heels, having long
polished nails, and a heavy makeup that was more that of a working girl
than that of a normal housewife and mother. Nudity wasn’t un-normal in
our family, once in a while my parents and I even went to a nude beach.
My Mom and Dad both were liberal and fair. They weren’t anal about me
staying out late or bringing home friends, and they basically let me
make my own decisions. I always enjoyed it when I was a child, but at
that time I had no clue how liberal they really were.
I was to find out soon… For the first time I was alone t home for two
weeks in a row. I had just turned 18 and my parents had left for Europe.
You bet, I did have plans while they were gone. There was Cynthia, a
cheerleader I‘d been dating for two weeks. Now there was the perfect
opportunity to get her laid by the pool of my parent’s house. I was
cleaning my car and was planning on calling her in the evening, may be
take her out for dinner, go back home and…? I needed some rags to detail
my 1988 Chevy shitbox a bit bevore I picked her up but couldn’t find
any. I knew that my Mom had some cleaning rags underneath the sink in
the master bathroom, so I went there, but couldn’t find any. While I was
looking around in the master bedroom, my eye fell on my parent’s closet
door. My parents have two closets in their master, one is for both their
clothes and the other one is always locked. I had been wondering for
many years why my Dad kept the second closet locked all the time. Within
10 years in that house Id’s seen the doors of that closet open only
twice. In both cases my Dad was in there fiddling with some papers, and
in both cases he closed the door really quick when he saw me walking
into the master bedroom. A couple of years ago I asked him what he had
in there, and he said “ Oh well, it’s nothing, just business stuff, tax
papers and so on”. I never questioned him again, but I didn’t believe in
that tax-paper excuse back then. For me it always felt kind of odd that
there was a room in our home that nobody had access to. I don’t know
what drove me but I really wanted to know what was in this closet. I
went out into the garage and grabbed my Dad’s toolbox. I’d read about
lockpicking on the internet and tried my luck with a piece of wire and a
small allen wrench. I couldn’t get the door open, of course, as a matter
of fact I had even left some scratches on the brass handle of the lock.
Finally I came up with a great idea. I went up into the attic and
removed the air conditioner hose that was attached to the closet’s vent.
May be I could peep in from above and see what’s hidden in that closet,
I thought. The vent was locked into the ceiling with four bolts. After
I’d pulled three of them the vent slid out and fell rattling on the
closet floor. I was scared to death. Now I had to get it out! What if my
Dad came home and saw it laying in there? He’d immediately know that
someone attempted to break into his closet, and since I’m the only one
in the house…! I climbed down and got a flashlight and a 8 ft. long 2x2
out of my dad’s shed. I climbed back up into the attick and tried to get
the vent by reaching down to the closet floor with the wooden pole. No
way. This sucker was way down. Sweath pored down my neck as I finally
realized that the closet door had a handle instead of a doorknob inside!
I pushed the handle down from above with the 2x2 and the door opened
nice and easy. Wow, I had made it!
I felt pretty shitty when I climbed down from the attic. Unlike other
parents who go through their kids diaries, letters and closets, my Mom
and Dad have always respected my privacy, and here I was, breaking into
their closet like a burglar. I felt like an asshole and wasn’t planning
on browsing through their stuff any more, I just wanted to get that
fucking air vent out, that was it. When I turned the closet light on it
took my breath. The small room had shelves all over. On one shelve there
were about 15 rubber dildos, the biggest one had horse size. Another
shelve was stacked with at least 70 or 80 video tapes, there were photo
albums, lingerie, leather stuff, high heels. “Oh God, my Dad is a
pervert”, I thought. I opened a photo album and was shocked. There were
hundreds of photos of my Mom having sex with strange men. She even had
sex with blacks and three or four men at the same time. As I flipped
through the album and I got more and more stunned. There were pictures
showing my Mom taking it up the ass, others showed her peeing,
masturbating with huge dildos, one even showed my Dad pissing in her
mouth! On another set she had writings all over her body like “I am a
whore”, “I fuck blacks” or “Anybody’s fuck-pig”. My shaking hands pulled
one of the tapes out of the cover and popped into the VCR in our living
room. It was a homemade gangbang movie, showing my Mom in a hotel room
with 7 or 8 men, 3 of which were black. They fucked my mother in every
hole, and I heard my Dad’s voice in the background “Yeah, fuck this
slut, use her asshole.” The tape was more than I could handle. Still
shaking I ran out and got into my car. “Why is my Dad allowing this?” I
thought by myself. Is it money he is making off her butt? My parents
weren’t poor. Our house was payed off, so was my mothers Mustang
convertible. Only my Dad’s FordExcursion had a small payment left. My
Dad seems to have a pretty good job as a surveyor, and I never had the
impression that he needed money. “Why is he whoring out my mother,
letting blacks and strangers sleep with her?” I thought? On the other
hand, my mother seemed to enjoy it. I was confused. Looking back I
remember me coming home from school early and some strange man left my
mother’s bedroom. When I asked her who that was she just said, “Nobody,
he was just checking the air conditioner”. Another time I remember my
Mom coming out of her bedroom with a black guy. Another time one of my
classmates Dad was at our house. I thought that he was talking to my
mother about school, but now I remembered that she was only wearing a
long t-shirt with nothing underneath when this man was visiting, and
that the guy got kind of embarrassed when I stepped into the living
room. All this made perfect sense to me now. May be my mother was
sleeping with all these men? May be my mother is a whore? But why? I had
been driving for at least an hour when I realized that I had a hard on
from the time I saw the photo albums in the closet. Now my dick started
hurting. My balls were really hurting too. I needed relief badly, so I
drove back home to masturbate. I couldn’t help it and went back into the
closet. I popped in another tape and started wanking off. On the video
my mother had sex with a huge black guy. She was screaming from the top
of her lungs “Yeah, fill me with your black seed, I am fertile, make me
pregnant with a black baby, I’m not on the pill…” It took only 30
seconds and my dick exploded all over the living room carpet. I felt
like stoned and went to bed. Around midnight I woke up and had a hard on
again. I watched another tape with my Mom having multiple guys cumming
in her mouth. During the next two days I watched almost all off their
tapes and came at least 4 or 5 times every day. Some of the tapes were
really nasty, for instance the one where my mother was laying in a
bathtub and 4 guys peed all over her. There was another tape where my
Mom was naked in some bar or truck stop and gave all the men in there
blowjobs. Both, the tapes and the photos proved that my mother must have
fucked with at least 1000 guys in the past 10 years, always bareback, no
condoms in any of the movies. I was constantly aroused, I even forgot to
call Cynthia, she just didn’t interest me any more. Browsing through the
files in the closet I found out that my Mom even had a webpage on the
internet. http://comedepot.com
was the address. I turned my computer on
and found the page right away. I couldn’t get in because I had no credit
card but the preview photos alone made me cum again. There was my own
mother in full face hardcore porn action on the internet! I wasn’t
shocked any more. After three or four days of watching her videotapes I
actually felt proud of my Mom. I knew that she enjoyed it and wasn’t
forced into it. Just thinking off my Mom made me hard.
After a week – I had barely left the house- I felt I needed someone to
talk to, but who? I couldn’t talk to one of my friends, that would be
too embarrassing. Then I a name crossed my mind: Sally! When I was 16 I
had dated a girl named Sally. She was a bit of a redneck, not exactly a
perfect looker but cute and extremely wild. She lived with her Mom, Dad,
and older brother in a trailer close to Interstate 75. I had sex with
her twice in her room in their trailer, and it was really nasty. I
didn’t fuck her, she fucked me, not like a 16 year old teenager but like
a grown up woman. I remember her pussy being extreme loose with no pubic
hair at all. Sally’s Dad was a trucker and gone most of the time, her
older brother was a bully type of redneck boy, built like a brick
shithouse, muscular, and known to take boxing classes at a gym out east
run by some Latinos. Nobody at school messed with him since he once had
beat the shit out of a 4 years older senior who had teased him about
something. The main reason why I broke up with Sally back then was
because I felt intimidated by her brother Kirk. I felt week and insecure
around him. He even pinched Sally’s nipples once when we sat in the
living room, but there was nothing I could do, Kirk would have kicked my
butt. He constantly teased me like ”How is my sister’s pussy, did you
fuck her today?” Once I remember him saying “Like my sister’s cunt ,eh?
Wait until you get to know my Mom’s!” Back then I felt so embarrassed
and degraded, because there was nothing I could do to protect Sally from
her older brother. I felt like a wimp. Finally I just didn’t see her no
more. I started dating the popular girls at school, but found out soon
that it took big effort to make them drop their panties. None of them
was as nasty as Sally had been. They wanted to be taken out for dinner,
they looked what kind of car you were driving and in what neighborhood
your parents lived. It normally took 3 or 4 weeks to get them laid and
sex with them usually wasn’t great either. These girls thought they were
some sort of “princesses” and made you feel that they it was a big
privilege to allow a guy having sex with them. Some of them insisted on
rubbers because they didn’t want to get knocked up, which was another
turn off to me. Sally used to be different. She just pulled her pants
down and sat on my dick. No bullshit, no rubbers, just raw, nasty sex in
every hole. What if I cold hook up with Sally again?” I thought? Back
then I felt intimidated by Kirk, but now I figured that I had something
in common with him. His mother apparently was extremely loose too. She
was known to be a hooker all over town. Several times I had seen a big
semi truck standing in front of their trailer and had heard moaning
coming out of the bedroom when I was visiting Sally. Obviously Sally’s
Mom pleased the truckers coming down I 75? I had also seen several porn
magazines laying around in their trailer, and the mother barely dressed
in other clothes than skimpy shorts, flip flops and a belly free Hooters
t-shirt that sowed her saggy medium size tits. After watching my Mom’s
tapes I somehow realized that I needed a dirty woman like my Mom or
Sally’s Mom, and I thought Sally would turn out to be a slut too.
To come to an end: My little closet burglary changed my whole life. By
the time my parents came home I had repaired the air vent and had locked
the closet back up again. I’d found some zip discs with about 1300
digital porn photos of my Mom in the closet which I’d copied to my
computer. I dumped cheerleader Cheryl who was pissed anyway because I
hadn’t called her (I just forgot). When school started I managed to get
back with Sally who had developed into a real slut since I’ve dated her.
She was sleeping around with blacks but was happy when I started showing
interest in her again. She said she still liked me and was very sad when
she felt that I didn’t want to see her any more back then. She thought
it was because they lived in a trailer and weren’t rich. Sally’s brother
Kirk now is a really good friend of mine. He is more mature and doesn’t
tease me any more. We even trade porn photos of our Moms and sometimes
him, Sally and me watch home made porn movies together. I found out that
my Mother is rather a slut than a whore, while Sally’s Mom is a full
blown prostitute. Anyone can fuck her for 50.- $, normally she has sex
with 2-3 guys per day in the bedroom of her trailer. I’ve been dating
Sally now for 7 months and think I am going to marry her. I already
bought her an engagement ring. Sally still has sex with her black
friends but lets me watch. I love to fuck her after the blacks are done
with her. As a matter of fact, it makes me hot to see my “to be wife”
having sex with other men. Like her mother and my Mom, Sally never wears
condoms. I also love to see her in skimpy slut outfits in public. She
wears short mini-skirts all the time and has her toenails and
fingernails polished in bright pink. Three months ago I told my Dad that
I’d seen Mom’s webpage on the internet. “Oh, did you”, he said, “ and,
do you like it?” “Yeah, man, I think it’s great”, I said.
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