Vault Mom: Version 1

Vault Mom: Version 1

In the post-apocalyptic wasteland, money can be hard to come by. Living can be difficult, and,

just making a living can sometimes be the hardest thing. And if you think life is hard for the

regular folks, well… I’m half human, and half supermutant. Now, you might think that, growing up

with that background, living to see age 18 would be impossible. But not only did I make it, I made

it while living a life of wealth and luxury. You see, my Mom found a job that sounds crazy… at

first.

You see, for a living, my Mom had sex with my Dad. Now, you may ask yourself how that’s

possible. But after you’ve seen it a hundred or so times, it becomes normal. And after you hit

puberty, well, it becomes understandable.

So, the game went a little something like this. My Mom would be walking through a town, talking

to me, teaching me, or holding my hand, and some turd would comment on my obvious shared

ancestry. But Mom, genius that she was, wouldn’t fire back a counter insult. Instead she’d rock

everyone back on their heels by offering to show them how I was made. At first, shock, disgust,

and people pretending they weren’t interested would be the norm. But it only took a few seconds,

and a photograph, and suddenly people would be reaching into their pockets for money to give

her.

She would just show them this picture…

And ask if they wanted us to come back to our place and, for the right price, watch her and her

husband (the one whose tits are green), try to make another child. Some would always declare

outrage, some would always walk away, and some would ALWAYS follow us back to the house.

Then I’d collect their caps in a hat, and they’d take their cocks out, and watch my Dad plow my

Mom for the crowd.

If that were the end of it, it would be a hell of a story, and a hell of a life. But it wasn’t. Because

one day something happened, my Mom later told me was, in her words, “inevitable”. One day,

when I was about 19, a wealthy local came up to us after “the show” was over. He said he loved

the show, but he was very interested in something a little more private, and a little more taboo.

Now, people asking for “something private”, was Mom’s very lucrative side gig that we didn’t talk

about in front of Dad. But, more taboo? Than what they just saw?!?

So yeah. They didn’t want to see my Mom with my Dad. They wanted to see my Mom with, Me…   

Her own Son!

Now, I’ll admit, I thought it was hot too (I mean, I’d been watching her get fucked and moan for a

masturbating crowd since puberty hit, what did you think would happen!?!). But, I was surprised

too. Not because the rich guy agreed to the crazy some of money stated, no, I’d seen enough

weirdos bankrupt themselves for a fetish to be over that part. The part that surprised me, what

that there was an offer at all.

I mean, there was my Mom, red lipstick freshly applied and getting all zipped up to take me back

out (we’d been interrupted on the way to hang out with some friends of ours), and some guy just

walks up to us with this crazy proposal. And, before I can laugh, she gives him a number! I

looked at her, surprised as hell, but she just smiled at me sweetly, and gave me a little

reassuring wink.

When the guy agreed, Mom just held out her hand to me and, with that beautiful smile of hers,

she asked, “shall we?”. It was a real question, I knew. But, I mean, if she was okay with it…

So, yeah, next thing I know, we are on the top floor of a highrise full of wealthy weirdos, and one

of them as watching as my Mom throws one leg up over me and guides the head of my cock

towards her waiting pussy lips.

She felt AMAZING. It was such a trip. On the one hand, it was the dirtiest, nastiest, slutiest thing

I’d ever seen, and I’d seen TONS. On the other hand, it was warm, and snug, and she was

looking at me from my lap and telling me how good I was doing, and how big I’d gotten, and that

she was proud of me. So, it was sweet, and warm, and loving, and I bonded with my Mom. But…

I it was all of that while some dude jerked off to my Mother’s pussy lips stretching wide to

accommodate my cock sliding up into her while she moaned in pleasure.

It was a glorious, pleasure filled, incredible moment that I wished would never end. Yet, as we

were leaving the guys room and Mom was collecting her money. She told the guy that she and I

were leaving to see some of my friends, and that they had a dog. Which was true. But her tone

was extremely suggestive as she said it, and right after saying it, she added, “if you know what I

mean”.

We left the room with her loudly declaring, “Come on baby. Mommy’s day isn’t over yet, now is

it?”. And again, her tone was downright lewd as she flashed one last smile over her shoulder. As

we headed down to the first floor, I asked her what all that was about, and as she brushed some

hair from my face she looked at me like I was naive and informed me that, I didn’t know it yet, but

my life was about to change a lot.

We walked to our friends house as my Mom did her best to explain that, the rich guy was going

to talk to his friends about what he saw. And they would see it as bragging, and be jealous. And

so they would want to see it too, but they would want their stories to be even better than his. So

next time I would have to be a little rougher with her, or cum someplace more visible. Then we

would have to work on dialogue, and how to really accentuate what we were doing by describing

it in lurid detail as we did it. “And then, and then, and then…” Mom said, rolling her hand around

as she watched the wheels turn in my head about how many “and then’s” I would be doing with

my Mom over the next year. But as she saw my mind racing, and my heart started to join it, she

put on hand on my chest to stop me. Then she leaned in, got up on her toes, and pulled me

down for a luscious kiss that saw her tongue dancing inside my mouth and making all of my

nerves tingle with pleasure. When she pulled away, she gently gripped the inside of my thigh and

promised, “I don’t think we need to worry about it kiddo. I’m pretty sure there are worse fates than

what you can expect over the next few months”. Then she winked at me, and to driver home her

point, she slid her hand up just a bit, and licked her lip as she gently squeezed the outline of my

hard-on through my pants.

“Now let’s get going baby. We are SO late”.

And just like that, our day was back to normal. Even if our lives would never be normal again.