Mommy’s Big Earrings

 Mommy’s Big Earrings

My Mom had shot down my date Tiffany. I mean, I wasn’t really that into her. In fact, I was only going out 

with her because she had a reputation of being super slutty, and that was exactly what I needed in my 

life right now. 

 

I’d just gotten out of a long relationship, and I wasn’t doing great just yet. The idea of someone who 

always said yes, and would regularly tell me that I was hot, well, it practically sounded like therapy. Still, 

I had wanted to take her to the family cabin. That meant getting permission, and since I didn’t want my 

Dad to perv on her, my best shot was Mom. 

 

Mom was actually super cool when it came to sex. I’d learned when I was 18 that her and Dad were 

into some kinky stuff. They hadn’t exactly inundated me with details, but I got the idea that they slept 

with a lot more people than just one another, and this somehow had been good for their marriage. 

Again, I didn’t exactly pry. The problem was, my Mom had been super hot before we’d had that 

conversation, and I was worried that if I learned too much about her being all sexy and wild that I’d never 

be able to get off to anything other than thoughts of my own Mom!

 

But, my wild little side chick had been shot down. Mom had been polite as could be while she was 

over, but then told me “No”, once she was gone. When I asked why, I kid you not, she told me, “The 

bigger the earrings, the bigger the whore.” Then she’d just nodded towards where my would-be 

girlfriend had been sitting earlier, and walked away like she’d nailed the argument and there was 

nothing more to say about it. 

 

Honestly, I stewed over it for a few days. I was pretty upset. But again, Mom was the fair parent. If Dad 

was a dick, I could sometimes go around him and Mom would help. But if Mom shot me down… That 

was pretty much it. 

 

Still, I was legitimately upset. So, after days of having fake arguments in my head where I convinced 

Mom that she was wrong and I somehow convinced her to let me take my, big-earringed slut, Tiffany, 

to the cabin, I finally decided to actually talk to her. I waited until Dad was gone for work for the day, and 

I went and found Mom folding clothes on her bed. 

 

I asked if we could talk, and when she said yeah, I just started telling her everything. I told her about the 

break up, about my stress and depression being kind of high, and how I was hoping that some sexual 

release with a girl who always said yes would help me. I laid it all out. My stupid plan, and how Mom 

shooting it down had made me feel hurt, and kind of angry. 

 

By the time I was done, Mom had paused her laundry folding, and had her hands on her hips. She was 

making a point to show me that I had her full attention. When I was done, she let it all sit for a minute. 

Then she asked, “Are you okay with me proposing an alternative to unskilled sex with a ditzy girl that 

you barely know?” And like, I kind of hated how she phrased it, but it was a lot better than the yelling 

back she usually did when I pictured this conversation going down. So I nodded and said yeah. 

 

At that, Mom had me leave so that she could finish folding the laundry, but told me to grab a drink, and 

come back to talk to her more in about an hour. It was a very long hour. I was stressed out by the 

waiting, and had a lump in my throat when I finally knocked on her door 60 minutes later. Her voice 

rang sweetly through the door, “Come on in baby”, and I opened the door to a pretty bold surprise. 

Mom was standing there in a red top, a little striped skirt, and a pair of black heeled shoes that had to 

make her a full 6 inches taller.  But all of that was nothing, compared to the fucking GIANT hoop 

earings she was wearing. They had to be twice the size of Tiffany’s, and she’d called Tiffany a whore! I 

stood, almost gasping for air in disbelief. Like, the Audacity. Right!? But before I could say it, Mom 

reached up under her top and said, “One sec sweetie”, before fiddling around a bit. A moment later, 

she pulled her bra out of the bottom of her top, and tossed it over into the corner of the room. 

 

Wait, what?!

 

“Close the door Steven”, she said. And I instinctively listened to her, shutting the door while still not 

knowing what to say. Eventually I went with, “Mom… You said, the bigger the earrings-”, but she cut me 

off there. “I know what I said sweetheart, and I meant it. Your Dad and I have already told you what we 

get up to. So you trust me when I say that, earrings like this serve one function as far as I’m 

concerned, and it is to indicate just how big a whore you are.” 

 

She let that hang for a second. Then she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both 

hands. She started to pull it up, and stopped halfway. Her eyes were locked onto mine, and she was 

smiling a suggestive little smile. But she seemed to be waiting for me to tell her to stop or something. 

When I didn’t, her sexy little smile blossomed into a full, knowing grin, and she pulled the top the rest of 

the way off, and tossed it over into the corner to join her bra on the floor. 

 

After that she put her thumbs into her skirt on either side, and again, paused, her grin and her eyes 

both daring me to tell her to stop. When I didn’t, she slowly removed her skirt while she talked to me. 

 

“I understand why you wanted that girl to go up to the cabin with you sweetie. I really do. Sometimes 

getting your cock sucked, and feeling wanted can make all the difference. But, skill helps. And what 

helps even more is if the person who is doing the sucking Loves you. Well,” she said, now wearing 

nothing but her panties, her heels, and her wedding rings. “Mommy Loves you very much. And I’ll bet 

you anything that I suck cock a lot more skillfully than your little friend there probably ever will.”

 

Mom was topless, and gorgeous, and saying shit that was very much like stuff I’d imagined from time 

to time when I needed to get off fast and hard. But this was real! Right? 

 

I took a breath. My body temperature was through the roof. My heart was hammering, and my brain felt 

like it was actually on fire. I had honestly never experienced being turned on this intensely. Ever! I 

managed to ask, “Mom… are you saying.. I mean… That…” 

 

At my attempt at speaking, Mom curled a finger, beckoning me to come closer. When I got to her, she 

undid the front of my pants with delicate, dexterous fingers. As she did, she told me, “I know you think 

you're slick, kiddo. But there is no hiding the way that you look at me. Or that sometimes a pair of my 

panties goes missing. Or that lately you stare into my cleavage line while we are talking, only ever 

looking me in the eye when you think that, I’ve almost caught you, and you need to look me in the eye 

before I figure out that you're peeping on your Mother’s big tits.”

 

“But”, she said, grinning at me as she pulled my pants down around my ankles and had me step out of 

them. “Believe it or not. I’ve actually caught on to the fact that you think your Mom is hot. And frankly…” 

She said, giving me a sexy little wink. “...Right back atcha kiddo!” 

 

I think I may have actually blushed at that. Which was insane, because I don’t know how my face could 

have gotten any redder based on how overwhelmingly turned on I was. But after that, Mom looked at 

me and warned, “Last chance sweetie. I’m serious. I would love to just”, and she looked down at my 

cock and licked her lips with a longing in her eyes as she said, “DRAIN, that tension out of you!”. Then 

she pulled her eyes away, and looked back at my face. Even wiping the corner of her mouth as if she’d 

been drooling a bit! “But, I’m your Mom. And if you don’t want this, I need to know RIGHT now. Okay?” 

 

I nodded. Tried to find the right words, and failed for a minute. I felt like I was trying to answer one of 

those, “Do you mind if I”, questions. Where the words that mean yes aren’t what you think they are. But 

Mom was patient, and waited. When I finally nodded again and just said, “I want this”. 

 

Mom’s cool, delicate hand wrapped its way around my cock and began to glide gently up and down as 

she half moaned, “Oh yeah baby! That’s my good boy. Now get up on this bed and let your Mom show 

you how a REAL Whore sucks cock!” 

Mom left both her shoes and her panties on the whole time. She had me strip down and get on the 

bed. On my Parents' Bed! And then she kissed her way down my stomach, and began to gently 

caress and stroke my cock and balls. She was gentle, and slow. After all that whore stuff, I expected 

her to go crazy. Instead, she drove ME crazy. 

 

Mom gently guided me through levels of pleasure that I legitimately didn’t know had existed before that 

day. She sucked sweetly, stroked gently, and moaned softly as she worked me towards orgasm for a 

full 25 minutes without ever getting me there. Always climbing higher, but never hitting the peak. Then 

she looked up at me, tapped her cheek a few times with my dick and asked, “How’s Mommy look?”. 

She shot me a wink, and with that and her words, I felt like I was going to cum right away! But Mom 

just held onto me. She didn’t stroke or suck for a bit. Instead she kissed her way back up my stomach. 

She rubbed at my thighs, and she gently caressed my balls. And after several minutes of feeling like I 

was going to cum, I’d actually calmed down a bit again. 

 

Then she started me all over, but now the floor was higher. Now her slow blowjob was raising me 

closer and closer to orgasm. But actual orgasm levels of pleasure were located less than halfway 

through her gentle guidance. She brought me to the brink again when she asked me if I thought my 

buddies would ever want to meet her when she was in Whore Mommy mode instead of her regular 

Mom mode. 

 

Again, I bucked, and moaned, and gripped the sheets, convinced I was about to have the most 

powerful orgasm of my life. But Mom eased me down. Lower and lower, until I could see, and I could 

breathe again. Then, with a soft moan, she went back to work on me. After she did that about 3 more 

times, I was experiencing so much pleasure with every wet slobbery bob of her lips, and every twisting, 

turn of her hand, that I felt like the pleasure itself was going to kill me! I was moaning, and panting, and 

writhing with every second. 

It got to a point where I felt like I legitimately couldn’t take any more. I told my Mom with all the urgency 

that I could muster that I NEEDED to cum. When I did, she paused again, smiled my way, and in that 

comforting Mom tone she said, “I know baby. I know.” Then told me to “Scoot to the edge of bed.” And 

as I did, Mom moved to. She stood up at first, and I didn’t know what was happening. Then she got 

down on her knees, and just the sight of her, kneeling topless in front of me, was so, fucking, hot!

 

She grinned up at me, as if reading my mind. Then she said, “You know what you  need sweetie?” I 

wanted to say, to fucking cum! But instead I just shook my head no, as she gently stroked my cock 

and kept at the very edge of paradise. Then Mom answered, “You need a photo of your Mother. 

Topless. Face slathered in a big load of hot fucking cum!” 

 

My hips started to pump right along with my Mother’s hand then, and I was certain that this time I was 

cumming no matter what she did. And, thankfully, this time, Mom didn’t try to stop me. She stroked me 

harder, and faster, and harder, and faster. And when I felt like I was going to cum so hard that my soul 

would leave my body, she egged me on. She said, “Cum on Mommy’s face sweetie. Cum all over your 

Mommy’s face!” 

 

So I did!

 

She moaned with every splash of hot cum that hit her face, or her lips or her tits. She opened her 

mouth, and several long ropes of cum went into it! But she just swallowed, smiled, and opened her 

mouth again to show me that my cum was down inside of her now! 

 

It went on for what felt like it had to be a 5 minute orgasm. It tightened my body more than it had ever 

tightened before, and left me so spent and exhausted that I felt like you could have pushed what was 

left of me into a jar and my body just would have given way so that I could fit. 

 

It was the ultimate in physical stress, followed by the ultimate in true release and relief! 

 

I just laid there for several minutes, and I heard Mom snapping selfies of herself. It was a longggg time 

before I felt like I could move again. But when I could, I hardly knew what to say. Mom had washed off, 

and was getting dressed again. I thanked her, and she laughed. She actually used the words, “Anytime 

Handsome.” 

After a few minutes, I cleaned myself up. The selfies were on my phone. Which was amazing. But, the 

day was still young. I found Mom a bit later as she was sipping coffee in the kitchen and reading 

something on her phone. I asked her if she’d meant the “anytime” comment. And she played innocent, 

asking me what I could possibly be talking about. So, I decided to be as bold as she had been earlier. I 

told her, “Well, I was kind of hoping to take the pictures of you with my cum all over your face myself.” 

 

Mom’s sudden laugh almost made her spit out her coffee. But her eyes were amused, and her 

expression was approving as she shook her finger at me. It was more of a, you got me, than anything 

else. But then her demeanor adjusted a bit.  She patted the seat beside her, and waited for me to sit 

down as she got a more serious look about her. 

 

Once I was seated she told me, “Steven. I’m your Mother, and I love you. And if you liked what 

happened today half as much as I did, then I would love for that kind of thing to happen more often. So, 

whaddya say kiddo?” 

 

I nodded, and told her, yeah. Yes. Absolutely. Holy dear god, please I’ll do anything, yes! 

 

She got the idea. 

 

Mom smiled then, and told me that, something like what happened earlier could be an everyday thing if 

I wanted it. And, believe it or not, I did! 

 

So, my life with Mom changed drastically. Over the next few weeks, we became lovers, and it was 

more than an everyday thing. Sometimes it was a 3 times a day thing, and twice it was a 5 times a day 

thing! It was incredible. Everything that I never knew I needed in my life! 

 

I figured it could not possibly get any better, any wilder, or any more amazing. But I still hadn't fully 

realized just how intense a lover Mom could be yet. I think I got my first real glimpse of all the kinky 

possibilities when, once again, I caught Mom sipping coffee and reading in the kitchen. 

 

I let her know that I had 3 to 5 buddies coming over, depending on who showed up. We were going to 

game a bit in the living room, and maybe watch a movie or something. I told her we could go out for 

dinner, but she checked her watch before reminding me that Dad would be working until early morning 

the next day, and she really didn’t mind cooking for all of us. 

 

It was a very normal conversation. At least until she asked me if she was good, wearing what she was 

wearing, or if I wanted her to change before they got there. I was confused. Like, she looked a little 

sexy, but Mom didn’t own any clothes that weren’t, At LEAST, a little sexy on her body. My confusion 

showed, and Mom gave one of those, “Oh you!” looks that she had in her arsenal. Then, she set her 

coffee down, and as if explaining the obvious to me, she said, “What I mean, young man... Is, do you 

want me to entertain you boys dressed like I am? Like I always am?” 

 

Then after a few moments of me still not getting it, she grinned. Then she added, “Or… Do you want 

Mommy to go put on some REALLY BIG earrings… And entertain you and your buddies in a…  

different, way?” 

 

My face flushed almost as deeply as the very first day we’d done anything. Her expression told me that 

she was 100% serious, and the temperature in my body jumped again, another 100 degrees. I realized 

then that I hadn’t come anywhere close to figuring out how wild my Mom and I could get. 

 

Not yet at least. 

 

But I was about to…

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