NEVER TAUNT MOMMY

 

NEVER TAUNT MOMMY

My Son, Steven, was being a little punk!

I may have started it…

I’d been teasing my Son. Sexually, and mercilessly. 

Okay, I should explain. You see, my Husband and I had a loving and open relationship. We were both 

kinky as all get out, with sex drives that could power small towns. So while our love was one on one, 

our libido’s demanded quite a bit more than that. 

 

Fast forward a bit, and we have Steven. My strong, handsome, 18-year old Son. At first, we sat him 

down to break it to him that Mommy and Daddy got up to some wild stuff, and he might actually hear 

about us depending on what circles he ended up running in. But, that conversation went from a 

warning to a flirt-fest as the little scamp just kept grinning and asking for more details. 

 

Turns out that, I, his MOTHER, was one of his biggest fantasies! Now, he tried to play it off like it was 

just a Mom fantasy, and didn’t necessarily have anything to do with me. But his behavior both during 

and after that conversation said otherwise. 

 

He stared, and he made flattering comments, and for my part, I egged him on. Like I said before, my 

sexual appetites are powerful, and if my Son wants to play chicken, but with flirting, well… I wasn’t 

about to steer away. So, he kept making comments, and I kept shooting back. And when he seemed 

up to the task, I decided to stop playing the good little housewife, and actually started wearing the 

clothes that I liked around the house. 

 

This meant very low tops that showed off just how big, my very big tits were, and a variety of bottoms 

that accentuated my ass and my fairly long legs. My Son very much approved and began sporting a 

very happy smile and a very  noticeable bulge in response to my new outfit choices. So, naturally, I 

stopped wearing bras for the most part, and, when I thought I could get away with it, no panties either. 

 

Now, to be clear, all of this was just good fun. I teased, he acknowledged that he liked it, so I teased 

some more. No harm. But, then the little punk started taking shots at my pride. I don’t think he meant to 

at first. But he would ask some sexually charged question thinking that I wouldn’t answer, and then I 

would. I mean, I am not ashamed of any of the things that I like, and I take pride in being the naughty 

little minx that I am. 

 

But, what was happening was, he would ask me a “have you ever” question, and when I told him yes, 

he would blush for a moment, but then brush me off as if I was kidding or lying. This upset me. Like, A 

LOT! 

 

So I went from just telling Steven if I had done something, to starting to give him details of exactly how I 

had done it. We went from, “Yes sweetie, Mommy has had more than 1 partner at once”, to, “Yes baby, 

I have definitely slept with people you know. If I walked down the street naked, with a bag over my head, 

people would recognize me, wave, and call me by name. Hell kiddo, you know the twins boys next 

door? Both of them, at the same time. And then their Dad joined in. And that was just last month.”

 

But I got similar results from him. Oh, he blushed deeper and for more time, and the bulge in his pants 

was larger and lasted longer; but he still ended the conversation like he’d just realized that I was 

kidding. Well, this built and built, for months. His Father thought it was hilarious, or at least that my 

frustration was. I was ranting to him every night about our Son Steven’s latest slight against my “best 

whore in town” status. But my husband just thought it was all terribly funny, and acted like he couldn’t 

wait to hear whatever I was going to complain about the following night. 

 

Well, naturally, it eventually got to a boiling point. So, one day, when my Hubby was at work, I sent him 

a little video of me wearing fishnets, heeled boots, and some “get over here and fuck me” lingerie. I 

was clearly outside, and clearly walking across our street. When he texted back to ask where I was 

going, I stopped to let him know that I was on my way to fuck our Son’s brains out!

 

He had been hanging out with his buddies across the street, and had blabbed about “some of the 

crazy stuff his Mom claimed to get up to”. Then he’d texted me their reactions, which basically 

mirrored his. They loved the idea of it, but said that there was no way. And just…

 

It was just the last straw. Like, one on one, I could handle. It was frustrating, but I was Mommy, and so I 

kind of got his brain putting up barriers even though he clearly liked what he heard. But now he was 

telling his friends that… I mean, I don’t know how to put it. That I wasn’t a world class swinger? That 

his Mom wasn’t a cum whore? I admit, it was hard to put into words what I was mad about, but that 

didn’t make me any less angry. I did my best to text all this over to my hubby, and then I walked right in 

through the front door of the neighbor’s house. I could do that you see, because they had given me a 

key for reasons my Son probably wouldn’t have believed!

 

Well, I got over there, and, let’s just say that everything is cleared up now. 

Of course, my Husband beat me home, so when I walked back in through my own front door two 

hours later, I had a little bit of explaining to do. 

 

Mostly it had to do with the cum that was splattered all over my body. It was on my face with a glob 

hanging onto my jaw line. It was all over my tits, and my “clothes” were wet and stained with it all over 

the place since I needed to put them back on to walk home. Even with them on, they only highlighted 

some places where it was clearly leaking through. After a good minute of staring, and I let him, I mean, 

part of being a good Hotwife is putting on a show; my Husband finally got out his question. 

 

“What the hell happened to, I’m going to fuck his brains out?” 

 

It was a fair question. But then he followed it up with, “I was expecting a full condom, not a Wife 

covered from head to toe in Jizz”. Which… brought up another issue actually. I mean, I don’t use the 

word Jizz, I just get nothing out of it. But I didn’t really have any ground to make that argument from. So 

I skipped past it. 

 

“Okay,” I began. “So, I was kind of hot headed, and in a rush when I got all slutted up and stormed 

across the street; and I may have, kind of, sort of, forgotten to bring a condom.” 

 

I shrugged and gave my most innocent face as I said, “Oops?” But, my Husband was quick to point out 

that, though that was not great, it also didn’t explain what he was looking at.  Which led me to my next 

little mistake of the day. 

 

“So…” I said, smiling sweetly. “Do you Remember how I said that Steven was over at his friend 

Johnny’s house?” My Husband immediately cut in with, “There is no way that little Johnny from next 

door did all of that”, and he was gesturing towards the cum covered mess that was, well, ME. And, 

while I had learned that afternoon that Johnny was definitely no longer, “little Johnny”. I also figured that 

now wasn’t the best time to get into that particular game of word play. 

 

So I shook my head, admitting that it was not, in fact, “little Johnny”. Instead I continued my story, letting 

my Husband know that, “Well, I had gone over there not even THINKING about Johnny. I was just going 

to storm up to Steven, look him in the eye, and tell him to take his cock out so I could show him exactly 

how serious I was about all the claims I’d made.”

 

“But…” I said, trailing off for a second and shooting my Husband a smile that admitted mistake and 

asked for forgiveness all at once. “After I’d given my little speech about how I was there to prove that I 

was the freakiest, kinkiest, dirtiest Wifey on the block…” and at that, I gave a little bow. My Husband 

might have been a little upset about not being included in a sexual change of plans, but there was a 

reason our relationship was the way that it was. He LIKED having a very naughty Wife. He was proud 

of it. 

 

But I still had to finish my story. So…

 “...Well. That was when I noticed that, wearing their hoodies and scattered all over the room, were a 

bunch of other boys Steven’s age.” My Husband’s disapproving frown was in place before I finished my 

sentence, and the pace of my words started to pick up so I could finish before he cut me off again. 

 

“So, it turned out that the boys were having some sort of gaming session to prepare for an upcoming 

new season of one of the games they play together. Some microphones had been broken, so they 

were all just, hanging out at Johnny’s house that day. And then I walked in dressed like this, and 

basically said that I was the horniest Wife on the block and I was there to prove it. So, honestly Hubby, 

at that point if I’d backed down, I would have been making us both look bad…” 

 

Then I just kind of shrugged like, “amiright?” 

 

My Husband was still frowning, but, I could tell from more than just the look in his eyes that he very 

much wanted me to continue. “So…” I told him. “I did what I do best, and I doubled down. I told Steven 

that I was going to show him exactly just how honest I’d been being with him over these last few 

months. Then, I asked the boys who were there, 5 including our Son, if any of them wanted their cock 

grabbed? Naturally, the first one who raised his hand, got my hand down his pants. And while I was 

stroking that one I asked if there was anyone else, and then almost all of them had their hands up.”

 

I paused there, because my Husband's disapproving look was faltering a bit as he was unzipping his 

pants to ease a growing tension.  Then I fast forwarded a bit, because my Son would no doubt be home 

soon, and besides, a blow by blow retelling was for the bedroom. “So,” I continued. “It turned out that 5 

sitting, teenage boys against the wall and playing a game was much easier than 5 teenage boys in 

various positions all trying to fuck their friends Mom. And it certainly didn’t help that poor Johnny still 

has a crappy little twin bed.”

 

I was pantomiming various actions now. Bending over at some points in the story, and pretending to 

aim cocks at my lips for others. But I kept going. “So when I finally enticed Steven into joining us, I had 

him lay down on Johnny’s bed while I rode him. I figured that would give him the best view of his Mom 

proving that she hadn’t been bluffing with her stories. We managed to get his friend Lucas up on the 

bed with us, leaning over me so that I could turn my head and suck his cock. Johnny asked for my ass 

and, thankfully, had some lube on hand so I was able to say yes.”

 

“Now, when Steven told me he was going to cum,” I assured my Husband. “My plan was to have him 

pull out. But, in the cramped little room, on the cramped little bed, and with Lucas 8 inches down my 

throat and leaning against the wall to hold his spot there, well…” I smiled at my Husband at that point, 

and he lost the willpower to not touch himself. 

 

As he was stroking himself, I told him how my little mishap with our Son and his friends had ended. 

“Steven told me he was going to cum, and I’d been moaning so much that Lucas, barely 18, didn’t pick 

up on the fact that I was trying to talk. Plus, we were all so cramped into our little spaces. Steven, god 

bless him. Really sweetie, he DID try, gave me two more warnings before just announcing that he was 

cumming in me. Johnny, as new to group sex as the rest of them, just assumed that this was with 

permission, and started talking about how great it was of me to let him and his friends…” I paused 

then, actually needing a moment to recall. “How did he put it? … Oh! I think it was, NUT all over the 

inside of me.” 

 

Hubby liked that one, and I let my smile confirm that, in the moment, I had too. 

 

“Well”, I continued. “After our Son and our neighbor’s Son finished, nutting in me. I finally managed to 

push Lucas back enough that he pulled his cock free so I could speak. Mind you, I didn’t get to say 

much since the first thing he did once he was out was aim for my tits and yell that he was cumming 

too.”

 

“Well Hubby, after that, I got down on the floor between the last two boys and, doing my best to be a 

good Wife and not take any more loads inside of me, I hit my knees between them and told them to 

stop playing with themselves and let me talk over. And since I know teenagers can recover pretty 

quickly, I figured I had to get them off fast or I’d be stuck in a cycle of getting those 5 boys off over and 

over again, for hours on end. So, I said a few things that I figured might help them along…” 

 

My Husband took the bait, and made me smile when he did. “What did you say?” 

 

“Well,” I began. “I was just trying to get them off quickly you see, so I just blurted out the first thing that I 

could think of that might, you know, help that along.” As my Husband listened, he was giving me a look 

that told me I was in for it, but of course, that only made me even more happy about the situation. 

 

“I told them that, now that they were in on my secret, Steven should invite them all over for a sleepover. 

Except that next time they slept over, I would slip out of the bedroom after you had fallen asleep, and 

the boys could spend the night fucking their friends Mom”. 

 

At that, my Husband sucked in a breath through his teeth and stopped touching himself so he wouldn’t 

cum. I wrapped my story up right about there too. I held my arms out like a showgirl and explained that, 

that was how I, “Oops! Fucked our Son and his friends!” 

 

My Husband had liked my story. Had loved that it was true, and was very happy with my promise. But 

saying all of that out-loud would not have been as fun. So instead he went and got a paddle, and told 

me that I was due for some punishment in response to my very bad behavior. 

 

As he came over to me, I very deliberately faced the front door, pulled my top down until my tits popped 

free, and bent over the nearest piece of furniture. So that, that was exactly the sight that my Son was 

greeted with when he finally finished his shower and came back home from his friend's house.  Me, 

bent over with my tits out, as I moaned and his Father spanked me. I think I was actually in the middle 

of crying out, “Harder Daddy!” as the door was opening. 

 

As for whether or not my relationship would change with my Son. That was decided within seconds. 

As Steven started and tried in vain to hang his coat on the hook, his Father told him that I was his 

Mother, and that 99% of the time, he was to treat me with the utmost respect. But then he went on to 

say, “But today, your Mother’s been a naughty little slut. She needs spanked, and she needs a cock 

down her throat. Think you help your old man out here, and fuck your Mom’s throat for me?” 

 

As our Son approached me with his cock out for the second time that day, I teased him by saying, 

“Son! You don’t really think that Mommy is such a whore that she would suck her own Son’s dick now 

do you!?” He smiled, finally in on the joke as his cock slipped into me. And for my part, I moaned 

passionately as he did so, so that there would finally be no doubt. 

 

Yes… That was exactly the kind of whore I was.

 

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