TEACHING HER SON A LESSON: mildly furry

TEACHING HER SON A LESSON

Mom went on dates, and that was just a fact of life. But my Mom wasn’t the sweet, innocent, PTA 

going Mom that some families had. My Mom had visible tattoos, a love of motorcycles, a love of 

bars, a wardrobe that had large amounts of leather, boots, and heeled footwear, and an aura that 

said “badass” without saying a word. 

I remember once, when I was little, a neighborhood kid had taken my toy, and his Dad had 

stepped in when I tried to take it back. Mom’s attention got taken away from working on her bike, 

so she was already a little mad when she saw what was going on. Madder still that she felt like 

she had to come over. Anyway, I don’t remember exactly what the guy said, but it boiled down to, 

“listen little lady, blah blah blah, me big man, blah blah blah, we wouldn’t want this to get violent 

would we?” In reply, Mom stepped into his space, and looked straight through him when she 

said, “Why not? I’m down if you are.” 

He gulped, farted loudly, and backpedaled his sorry ass through 12 different apologies as he 

personally gave me my toy back, apologized for his kid, and offered to buy me a new toy if mine 

got damaged in the scuffle. In reply, Mom stuck out her hand, and waited for him to put cash in it 

before telling him he could leave now. 

So yeah, not your everyday Mom. She was also bold, kinky, and was sort of sem-strict. Like, the 

rules needed to be followed or else, but at the same time, there were very few rules. One of the 

rules was, Mom dated who she wanted, when she wanted, how she wanted. Sometimes it was 

a guy, sometimes it was a girl, and sometimes it was more than one person at once. But exactly 

no comments on it was the allowed limit. 

So, date night… Mom had a way of getting what she wanted, and sometimes she would leave on 

a “date night”, with no date, and yet with absolute confidence that she’d be coming home with 

one. There were rules for that too. On date nights, I wasn’t allowed at the front of the house, or 

near Mom’s room, anytime after midnight. Honestly, it was fair. She’d leave way before that, but 

even if she had someone she wanted to bring home, she always stalled, put things off, and 

delayed until it was at least midnight so that she could follow her own rules. 

Thing was, I was thirsty. Like, I’m usually thirsty, but this time I was like, parched, genuinely dry in 

the throat, thirsty. Like, for real. Plus, I was over 18, so after 10 minutes of debating with myself 

about whether or not I should risk going to the kitchen, I eventually landed on something like, ‘I’m 

an adult, I really need a drink, it’ll only take a minute, it’s really not a big deal’. So, I steeled myself, 

and headed for the kitchen. 

Now, the kitchen is just passed my living room. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem. But I got 

stuck in the living room on the way there. Oh, there was nothing in my way; not physically. But, in 

front of my couch were my Mom’s discarded, thigh high boots. On the couch, was Mom. She 

was wearing a short little denim skirt that revealed the little black thong underneath, as it gave the 

impression that it was struggling to hang onto her hip. She was also wearing a little red cami top 

that ended just below her considerable breasts. One of the straps was halfway down her arm, 

and she wasn’t wearing a bra. I KNOW, she wasn’t wearing a bra, because the way she was 

laying had pushed one breast up enough that her areola could be seen, and her nipples, already 

hard, were pushing against the fabric.  

Now, Mom, stretched out on the couch, half-exposing one of her breasts, and dressed as her 

awesome, biker-slut self, probably would have been enough to freeze me in my tracks. But she 

wasn’t the only one on the couch. In fact, it looked like the reason that one breast was starting to 

pop out was because the thigh of the guy that was also on the couch, was pushing it up as she 

laid in his lap. She was wearing a look that mixed hunger and lust. She was moaning, and 

slurping, and bobbing her head up and down in his lap as she played with his balls with one 

hand, and used the other to balance herself. So yeah, I was fucking staring! I was absolutely 

frozen, and could not take my eyes away.

I don’t know how long I watched, but I was transfixed. It was sooooo hot, and strange, and 

forbidden. Part of me felt like I should run away, but I was watching my own Mother’s lips gliding 

up and down a cock as her voice, the most familiar voice in my world, made moaning sounds. 

My Mom’s body looked fucking amazing, and, admittedly, I had stared before, when she made 

out a with a girlfriend, or pinned a guy to the wall and kissed him so his knees went weak. But 

this was so, so different. It was one thing to see her looking sexy as hell and kissing someone, it 

was quite another to watch a cock disappear into her!

Eventually, I noticed that her date was looking at me, looking at them. When he realized that I 

finally snapped out of my laser-focused-stare enough to notice that he was aware of me, he 

said, “Babe” 2 or three times until Mom, looking like she’d been dragged from the brink of orgasm 

and into pure annoyance, finally stopped and shot him an angry look. But he quickly shifted 

blame by indicating where I was standing with a nod of his head. 

Mom rolled her shoulders back and turned to look at me. With a sweep of her hand, she moved 

her long, gorgeous hair out of her face and moved it back to the other side of her. She gave me a 

Look that was… perturbed? Irked? One that seemed to say, “fuckin’ seriously right now?”, 

without her saying a word. So, I guess it was good that she had the look in her repertoire, 

because she hadn’t taken her mouth off his dick yet! 

Yeah, my Mom was trying to look at me crossly while some stranger had his dick lodged in her 

mouth. Speaking of, the stranger in question said something like. “Isn’t that your kid? Should I 

cover you or something?” But apparently, Mom wasn’t having that. She pushed herself up a bit 

and dragged her mouth off of his cock with a long, drawn out, slurping, POP. Once it popped out,  

his cock was free of her lips and wagging back and forth like it might smack my Mom in the 

face. She looked back at me then, propped up on one arm so that her one partially exposed 

breast looked even more gorgeous and sexual somehow. 

Then, she answered him, but spoke to me. Like, she was responding to his question, but she 

was looking right at me, and speaking directly to me when she said, “No! We aren’t stopping, or 

moving, or covering anything! If he wants to break the rules, then he can deal with the 

consequences! Which, right now…” she said. Settling back into her date's lap, and setting 

herself so that she was facing me, half on her side. Then she reached one delicate hand up and 

grasped his cock so she could guide it back towards her mouth as she finished with, “...means 

he is going to have to watch is own Mom, suck on this big fucking cock, like the greedy slut she 

is!” Then, still keeping eye contact with me, she guided it into her mouth and started to 

aggressively moan, and suck, and slurp, while looking right at me. 

I mean, I got it… You like this toy? Well I’m going to break it! You like this painting? Well I’m going 

to pour coffee on it! You broke one of your Mommy’s rules? While now you have to watch her 

getting defiled, and acting like a whore!

Mom was trying to teach me a lesson. She was forcing me to watch every kids symbol of purity, 

their Mommy, get ‘ruined’. But, as I watched my Mom aggressively sucking cock and loving it; as 

I watched her take the time to slap her face with it, and stretch out the inside of one of her 

cheeks… I wasn’t feeling very punished. In fact, it was the hottest shit I’d ever seen, ever! I was 

burning up with how incredibly hot it was! Again, that little voice told me I should act ashamed, 

and get my drink, and go back to my room like she’d hurt me, but… I couldn’t look away. It was 

taking everything I had not to touch myself, and when I saw that they had drinks sitting on the 

table, I grabbed a glass and downed the water that was there. 

Then, as if he could read my mind, her date said out loud the very thing that I’d been hoping Mom 

wouldn’t notice. “Hey Babe”, he said with an oversized grin. “I don’t think he minds seeing his 

Mom this way… in fact, I’m pretty sure he’s liking it a whole lot”. 

Mom didn’t even blink. If what he was saying shocked her, it didn’t register at all. She was still 

giving me this intense fucking eye contact with a look that appeared to be halfway between lust 

and anger. 

Then her date said, “Fuck! This is actually kind of hot… You’re acting like some dirty bar-slut 

while your own Son watches. He’s actually enjoying the show, and I just want you to show him 

more!” 

Mom still didn’t say anything, but her, I don’t know… tone? Her “tone” kind of changed. Like, she 

went from aggressively using his dick as a way to defile my Mother’s face, to just, slowing down 

and actually starting to give him a toe curling, highly skilled blowjob. She went from looking at me 

like she was going to punch me when this was all over to looking at me like… I don’t know how to 

describe it… A potential meal? 

But I was still standing there, she was still giving her date this super skillful blowjob, and while 

that was happening, he started following through on his threat. “Do you see this little skirt your 

Mom wore out to the bar tonight?”, he said. He gripped the edge of it and started to work it up her 

thigh and up over her ass. Then he continued, “You should have seen how many heads turned 

when your Mom walked in, dressed like this. She had every guy there hard as a rock. Hell,” he 

said, clapping one strong hand down on her ass with a loud smack, and then gripping it. “You’re 

lucky it was just me here tonight! She was originally chatting up me AND my brother, but he had 

to back out early because he’s got work tomorrow. Just imagine what you might have walked in 

on if we’d both been here!” 

And when he said that last part, Mom’s eyes fluttered and she moaned. When she looked back 

up at me, she was actually blushing! I wasn’t sure that I’d ever seen that before, and my face 

was pure shock as I stared at her reaction. In reply, Mom actually smiled. Then she pulled away 

from the blowjob long enough to grin at me and playfully say, “Yeah honey. Just imagine that why 

don’t you?” Then she shot me this mischievous grin, and, with a sexy little wink, she went back 

to going down on her date. The tone had changed again, and the temperature had jumped up 

again when it did. Were we playing now?! Was I a part of this?! 

My question was answered a second later when her date continued talking. Now, I’d been over 

18 for a couple of months, and I didn’t like being called “kid”, even before that. Still, somehow, 

when he said, “Hey Kid.. guess where my fingers are right now?”; getting mad about being called 

kid, was not my first response. A second later, Mom accommodated him by raising one knee 

towards the ceiling so that her legs were spread a bit. 

His hand was out of sight, behind and beneath her somewhere. Then, just in case I wasn’t sure 

where, Mom stopped what she was doing long enough to look at him and moan prettily. 

“Mmmm”, she purred. “Right there”. Then she looked at me again on the way back to, “her task”, 

and gave me the prettiest, most seductive smile I’ve ever seen. Then she purred out a little moan 

again as he increased his tempo, and smiled once more before she wrapped that smile around 

his cock again. 

“Hey Kid”, her date said again. “Want me to take one of your Mom’s tits out?” 

And when he said it, the world froze. I froze. Mom stopped sucking, and just, looked at me. It was 

this huge, long, drawn out moment. I wasn’t sure what to say, what I even could say. I was trying 

to look to Mom for an answer, but, she kind of had her mouth full at the time. My heart was 

hammering so loud, and it was getting so hard to breathe… Then, she raised her eyebrows 

questioningly. Like she was saying, “Well?”. She didn’t seem mad, or like she was setting a trap 

or anything. Just, curious….

So, I looked back to him, nodded once, and then looked back to her, but she was already going 

down on him again. If anything, she seemed even more into it than before! Then he reached 

down and finished the job of pulling her one tits all of the way out of her shirt! Suddenly I was 

looking at my own Mom’s naked tit, as this stranger groped it, and played with it, and made her 

moan when he pinched the nipple. A moment later he threw his head back and said, “Oh fuck 

this is so fucking hot! I’m not going to last! What else can we show him???” 

Then Mom stopped, pulled her mouth free, and looked from him to me several times. She had 

this serious, questioning look on her face; but she was also panting, and watering at the mouth, 

and acting like she was going to cum just from giving head. Then, out of nowhere, she looked at 

me, and with a tone of voice that was halfway between serious question and lusty whine, she 

asked, “Do you want to watch someone fuck your Mommy?”

I was stunned, and floored, and shocked, and all the other things too! But it only took me a few 

seconds to shake it off enough to nod a definite yes. When I did, Mom smiled, looking pleased, 

and pulled her shirt up over her head. Then she stood up, walked over to our glass top dining 

table, and, after giving her tits a playful double-slap that appeared to be for my benefit (and I 

LOVED it!), she bent herself over the table. 

He was on her in seconds and this time he didn’t pull her thong to the side, he just grabbed the 

material and, with one rough jerk, he tore them off of her! He put a hand on her back, and pushed 

her down into the table, mashing her big tits against the glass as he bent my Mom over in front of 

me. Then he jammed his cock into her sopping wet pussy, and went straight to fucking her hard 

and fast. 

There was no foreplay, no adjusting, no build up. One minute they were on the couch being 

playfully and naughty, and the next he was fucking her for all he was worth and she was letting 

out one long moan. Her moaning was interrupted by how hard he was slamming into her, and it 

came out in a broken, jagged, sound of lust. “Ohhh- Ohh- Ohh- Ohooo -ohoo - F! - UCK!”

I’d heard my Mom swear before. I’d even heard her flirt, and say the occasional dirty thing before. 

But nothing like this… She was swearing, and telling him to pound her tight little cunt, and slam 

that cock into her, and every other filthy thing she could think up. Her words consistently being 

broken up by him slamming into her so hard that it broke up her speech.

It didn’t take long before he was saying that he was going to cum soon. Then Mom said, “where 

do you want it?” But, when he started to reply, she sharply cut him off, “Not you!”. Then she 

looked up at me, and asked, “Face or tits baby? Choose quick!” 

If I’d had time to think, I probably would have said face, because… Mom. But I didn’t, and I’d been 

jerking off to my Mom’s big tits since forever, so I blurted that out, as fast as I could! A moment 

later, Mom was on her knees, and her date for the evening was screaming that he was going to 

cum and jerking off all over her tits. In that moment, she looked at me, looked at the outline of my 

hard-on, straining like hell against my pants, and, biting her lower lip for a second, she quickly 

added, “You too!” I knew I couldn’t have understood what she was trying to tell me, but before I 

could form words to clarify, she blurted, “Quick! Before I change my mind!” 

So, I did as my Mom asked. I whipped my cock out, ran up to her, and started jerking it for all I 

was worth! After the seemingly endless teasing and torture I’d just gone through, it didn’t even 

take a minute for me to get where I needed to be. In no time at all I was gritting my teeth and 

aiming my cock for my own Mother’s big beautiful tits as I warned her that I was going to cum. 

So when she said, “Do it baby! Cum for Mommy! Shoot your hot cum all over your Mommy’s big 

tits!” I went right over the fucking edge! I came with a roar, and jerked a fucking gallons worth of 

cum out onto my Mom’s breasts. 

When it was all done, I was panting and spent. The date was on the couch, panting and spent 

too, and Mom was fingering herself and moaning as she kneeled between us splattered in what 

looked like 5 guys worth of cum. 

When Mom was finished, she just picked up her clothes and went and grabbed a shower, 

leaving me and her date in awkward silence. About 20 minutes later, wearing fresh, but still sexy 

and badass clothes, she walked back in on us, her hair still wet. “Are you two stil here?” She 

asked, seemingly genuinely annoyed/confused again. The guy tripped over his words telling Mom 

she was pretty, and amazing, and that he’d never been with someone so tight, or so hot, or so 

wild, etc… After a few minutes of flattery, he practically begged her to let him take her out again. 

For her part, Mom seemed to take a minute to mull it over. Then she looked at him and said, 

“There is a movie I really wanted to see this weekend…” He offered to take her and pay for the 

movie, and dinner, and anything else that she wanted. In the end, Mom agreed, but she told him 

that she would only go with him if next time, he brought his Brother. That seemed to both fluster 

the guy, and make him crazy excited at the same time. He was swearing that his Brother would 

be there too, no matter what. That was when Mom said, “Oh… and be sure to warn him about 

what happened tonight, will you? Apparently my Son is old enough to interrupt my dates now, and 

if that happened again, I wouldn’t want your Brother to freak out.” At that, the guy actually did an 

arm pump and said, “Yes!” excitedly. A minute later, Mom shooed him out of the house, leaving 

me freaked out all over again. Was she saying what i thought she was saying?!?

Then, as if reading my mind again, Mom came up to me before heading back to her bedroom 

and said, “Hey you. I get that you are older now, and it makes less sense to give you a curfew, 

but I WILL give you a warning… You need to go back to your room and Google, “making a 

woman air-tight”, because if you can’t stay in your room this weekend when Mommy has her 

dates over, that is exactly what is going to happen young man! So, just… be prepared to be a 

part of that if you can’t keep from peaking…”

Then, as I stood there shocked, I realized I still wasn’t wearing pants. I realized this when Mom 

started to leave, then stopped, shoved her hand into my boxers and grabbed my hard dick. She 

breathed in through her teeth and gave an appreciative moan before giving it a couple of pumps 

and saying, “Fuck but that’s a nice one.” Then she took her hand back, and walked back to her 

room, calling out, “Goodnight Sweetie”, as if nothing had happened. 

But something definitely had happened, and after googling what she’d asked me to, I was damn 

sure that I’d be slipping out of my room after midnight this weekend, and enduring whatever 

consequences my Mom deemed necessary!