Runs in the Family: A Mother-Son Outing
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I stared down at the little slip of paper in my hand—my temporary ID with my new legal name. The more I stared at it, the sluttier I was feeling. I’d let him take away my last name and replace it with his.
Edwin Demone was dead. I was Edwin Mattson now.
The official reason for the change was simple—he was my dad, he had raised me, I wanted to take his last name. But we all knew what the real reason was. James… had made me his slut, and taking his name was a constant reminder of that. My cock throbbed in my short, loose shorts, pressing the pouch of the thong I was wearing outward and dragging the strip of material running between my cheeks across my pussy. I let out a little gasp of delight, still staring at my new name.
I’m Edwin Mattson. I’m his slut!
“You look hot, slut. Here,” James… reached over and cranked up the air conditioning, aiming the vents at me. The cool air blew the light fabric of my already short shorts farther up my thighs, goosebumps crawling across my exposed flesh. One side of my tank top was also swept to the side, exposing one of my nipples to the frigid air. The little nub went rigid, painfully rigid, and I gasped, still staring blankly at my temporary ID.
I’m Edwin Mattson! I’m James… Mattson’s slut!
My pussy was throbbing as the material of my thong gently brushed across it, again, and again, and again, responding to the movements of my stiffening dick. I was shivering, but I didn’t know if it was from cold or from arousal. All the while I stared—my new name, right there in black and white.
Edwin Demone had been straight, but Edwin Mattson, he was James… Mattson’s slut!
“It’s okay to masturbate, Ed. You’re a slut, it’s normal for sluts to want to masturbate all the time,” James… commented as we moved down the road. “Put your ID away, Ed, and let yourself be a good slut.” I groaned and slipped my temporary ID into the center console, my cock tenting my shorts, lifting the material so that you could see my thong through the wide holes of the short legs.
I’m Edwin Mattson! I’m James… Mattson’s slut!
“Go on, slut. Whip it out and stroke it,” he urged.
“James, someone might see him,” Mom objected from the back seat. My face flushed, that hadn’t even occurred to me.
“So what?” James… called back to her. “If they see then they’ll know he’s a slut. That’s a good thing, Lisa, he is a slut.” He chuckled and glanced in the rear-view mirror. “Besides, you didn’t let that stop you. Your mom is winning, Ed, she’s already masturbating like a good slut.” I gasped and frantically fumbled at my shorts for a few seconds before I just pulled one leg and the crotch of my thong to the side, setting my cock free.
“Yeah, I’m a slut!” I panted as I wrapped my fist around my erection and started pumping.
“You sure are! I’m proud of you, Son, you’re such a good little slut,” he encouraged me. “Look at you jerkin it like a homo for everyone to see!” A stupid grin spread across my face as I kept pumping my cock. Every time we passed a car, I found myself hoping they would see.
I wanted them to see me being such a good slut for my stepdad.
Finally, the car screeched to a halt and my stroking slowed down as I looked out the window at the town mall.
What are we doing here?
I looked out at the crowds of people walking around, even recognizing a few guys I’d just graduated with at the beginning of summer.
“What are we doing here?” Mom and I asked at the same time.
“Well,” James… began. “It was fun taking your cherry, Ed, but I like my sluts to be a little more broken in. So, your mom is going to take you inside and get you fucked by as many men as possible.” I groaned and writhed in the seat, abusing my cock as I listened to what James… wanted me to do.
“No, James, I can’t do that!” My Mom protested between moans, and I realized she was masturbating in the back seat like a good slut, just like me.
“Sure, you can. Edwin is a horny little slut who needs to get stuffed with dick and pumped full of cum, right Ed?”
“Awww, Daaaaaaad, I’m a slut! Yeah! I wanna get stuffed!” I moaned.
“See, Lisa? The faggot needs it. Now, you sluts stop masturbating and get on inside.” I tucked my cock away, stuffing it into the thong and adjusting the waist of my shorts.
So much of my skin is showing.
What are the guys from school going to think?
Fuck! Maybe they’ll think I’m a slut!
I was walking toward the entrance, mesmerized by the prospect of all the cocks I was about to get stuffed with. Mom had been a slut longer than I had, she’d help me get started! I turned around and looked back at the car, and I could see Mom leaning forward and listening to something James… was saying. I shifted my attention to the other people around me, standing out in the open. I could feel both the heat of the sun, and the coolness of the wind on my skin. I noticed a couple of guys from my class whispering to each other and glancing at me, and I felt my face go red as my cock throbbed, trapped in the thong. I realized that it was making an obscene bulge in my tiny shorts, making me look even sluttier.
My nipples stiffened, and I could feel the fabric of my tank top brushing against their tips as the wind rustled by. I felt so horny. So exposed. So slutty.
“Let’s go,” Mom said from behind me. I turned and walked with her into the busy mall. Both of us were getting glances from people all around us. I heard a few catcalls and noticed that Mom seemed to shiver with each one.
Just like I was when I heard the muttered words.
“W-what was Dad saying to you?” I broke the silence, trying to distract myself from how good it felt to be slutty in front of all these men. They knew exactly what I was.
“He was telling me what to do once we got inside,” she said tersely, walking quickly to a large intersection of the mall’s corridors. We stopped next to a fountain and stood there. I looked around, and then at Mom, not sure what we were doing in this spot. “I’m sorry, Edwin, I’m so sorry, but I have to do this,” Mom said, looking down with her eyes closed.
“Do what?” I asked her, confused and distracted by all the men that were bustling around the mall.
“Don’t worry about it. Hopefully one of the guys who fucked me last night will come by,” Mom said to me in a low voice her demeanor changing, “And he can get his friends together to come fuck you. You heard James, you need a good gangbang.” I was so horny as I listened to my mom say such dirty things, right out in the open with people walking by.
“Mom,” I crooned. “What’s happening to me?”
“James turned you into a slut, Ed, and now you need to get fucked. Just relax. Reach back and play with your pussy while we wait,” she instructed, guiding my hand to the back of my waistband.
“Here? Mom! So many people will seeeeeee,” I groaned as my fingers slid slowly down, following my crack, tracing the flimsy fabric of the thong.
“Good. Look at all these men, Ed. You’re such a slut, I bet you’d like them all to fuck you, wouldn’t you?”
“Ohhhh, yeesssssssss,” I growled, low, as my fingertips met my pussy, pushing the thin strip of thong to the side.
“Good, rub your pussy and think about all of them fucking you, let them all see what a slut you are, so they’ll know to use you, Edwin.” Mom whispered in my ear. She kept going on in a steady stream, pointing out this guy or that. I don’t know how long we’d been standing there, but I pulled my hand from my shorts and shook off my daze when I realized that I had to pee.
“I have to go pee, Mom,” I said to her, interrupting her observations and speculations about the men around us, and their cocks.
“Hurry back,” she said, seeming relieved to get a break herself. I walked across the courtyard and down a short, narrow hallway to the nearest public restroom. I stepped inside and paused, taking a deep breath. I still couldn’t believe all this was happening. How was James… doing this to us? How long had he been doing this? Why was he just making me his slut now?
My mind raced through all the missed opportunities, all the times over the past several years when James… could have fucked my brains out. I stood at the urinal and pulled my erection out of the leg of my shorts again. I started stroking, abusing my cock while I thought about being my stepdad’s slut.
It feels so good to be a slut!
I jumped as the door to the bathroom slammed violently open.
“Well well well, what have we here,” a voice echoed through the tiled chamber, and my hand froze, gripping my erection. Someone walked up to my left, taking a spot at the next urinal, even though there were a lot of free ones. I looked over to see Simon, one of the guys from my graduating class who had always given me a hard time.
He looked down at my erection and let out a whistle.
Someone walked up on my other side, and I looked over to see Simon’s best friend and partner in crime, Brayden.
“Jeez, you’re boned up, dude,” Brayden commented.
“Were you jerkin it in here before we walked in?” Simon asked, the sneer on his face making it into his tone.
“I was… Yes, ohhhh, yeah, I was.” I confessed, squeezing my erection.
“Jesus, look at this guy,” Brayden commented.
“What got you all worked up?” Simon pressed. “Was it that hot slut you were standing next to out there?”
“Noooo! That’s my mom!” I protested.
“That’s your mom?” They both asked, incredulous.
“Yeah,” I confirmed.
“What are you doing here with your mom?” Simon asked, smiling as he noticed my eyes sink to his crotch as he fished out his dick. He aimed at the urinal and let loose, and for some reason I couldn’t look away.
“I… I don’t wanna say,” I whined pathetically.
“He’s leaking precum dude, staring at your dick!” Brayden guffawed from my other side.
“Tell us, why are you here with your mom?” Simon pressed, sending a final few spurts of piss into the bowl. I squeezed my eyes shut and squeezed my erection harder.
“She’s trying to find guys to fuck me,” I cried out, realizing how slutty that was! Silence followed my confession.
“Your mom is getting guys to fuck you?” Simon asked slowly, incredulous.
“Yeahhhhh,” I purred, my hand starting to slowly work my cock again. I knew I shouldn’t be telling them these things, but it felt so slutty, so good, to say it all out loud. “My stepdad made me a slut, just like he did my mom!”
“Your fucking stepdad?” They guffawed.
“Awwww, yeeeeah,” I agreed, now frantically masturbating in front of these guys.
“So,” Simon broke the silence that followed their laughter, broken for the last few moments by nothing but the faint slapping sound of my hand working my cock. “Do you want us to fuck you?”
My hand froze again.
I gasped, and looked over at Simon, at the condescending sneer on his face, and then down at his cock. He’d finished pissing, but it was still out… It was… I pulled my eyes away and looked over to Brayden, my gaze weakly sliding right off his face and falling to his cock.
It was out, too.
He was pissing.
I licked my lips. Did I want them to fuck me?
“Hnnnnnn!” I groaned as I let go of my dick and slid both hands into the back of my shorts, forcing them down, exposing my thong covered ass. I went right for my pussy with both hands, stroking it, teasing it, getting it ready for these guys to fuck. “Fuuuuuuuuuccck meeeeeeeee!” I purred, arching my back.
They laughed again, the sound echoing loudly through the bathroom.
“Right here, in the bathroom?”
“Yeah, guys, please, fuck me!” I went on begging.
“Look at his fucking thong,” Brayden said, still laughing, tears in his eyes.
“Jesus, faggot, you’re pathetic. What if someone comes in and sees you getting fucked?” Simon asked. I moaned.
“They might fuck me too!” I said excitedly. “They’d know I’m a slut!”
“You really want our dicks up your ass, you fucking homo?” Simon asked again.
“Yesssssss!” I hissed. “Fuuuck meeee!” They stepped around behind me, so I let go of my pussy and leaned forward, clinging to the urinal for support with no care for how dirty it might be.
A hand slapped against my ass, hard, and I moaned, arching my back more.
“Goddamn,” Brayden muttered, and I could hear it in his voice, he wanted to do it. I wanted him to do it! I rocked my hips back and forth slightly, keeping my ass in slow, never-ending motion for them.
“You know what, faggot?” Simon broke the silence. “I think we’d rather fuck your mom.”
It took a moment to click.
“M-my m-mom?” I stammered, still distracted by the throbbing sensation in my pussy.
“Yeah, faggot. We want to fuck your mom,” Simon reiterated.
“Yeah,” Brayden said, sounding more in control of himself. “If she says no, maybe we’ll fuck you.”
“Take us out and introduce us to her,” Simon said, and I felt hands pulling my shorts back up over my ass as other hands roughly stuffed my cock back into the pouch of my thong.
“Awwwwwwwww,” I groaned in disappointment as I regained my balance and turned to face them.
“Do you think she’ll let us fuck her?” Simon asked me with a sly grin.
“Yeah, will she let us do it?” Brayden asked, both of them staring me down.
“Yes!” I confessed, and both their grins widened. “She’s a slut, like me.” They laughed as I called my mom a slut and started walking out the door. I followed them, meekly, back over to where mom was standing. I notice a bunch of guys standing around her, listening to her as she tells them a story. As we got near, Mom’s words started to make sense.
“…yeah, I raised a real faggot,” she was saying, pride in her voice. “My husband says he’s an even better slut than I am!” She added, cutely. Simon and Brayden laughed, and I moaned, the sounds drawing her attention. “Ah! Here he is! Who are your friends?”
“I’m Simon,” he said, “This is Brayden.” He reached forward to shake her hand, holding onto it a little longer than was normal and giving it an extra squeeze. “We went to school with your son. Actually, he was just telling us that you’re a slut, ma’am.” I saw Mom’s nipples go rigid inside her top, and her eyes seemed to glaze over.
“Ohhh?” She said flirtatiously, rubbing her thighs together gently. Her eyes darted down and took in my two former classmates packages.
“That’s funny. She was just saying the same thing about him,” a large, black man standing next to Mom said, looking me up and down. “How’d you like my cum, faggot? Your mom said she passed it to you last night.” He reached down and grasped his bulge, emphasizing the obviously huge cock inside his loose pants.
He’s one of the guys who gangbanged Mom!
I started breathing heavier, and the throbbing in my pussy was driving me crazy. Mom had been telling this guy… All these guys about me being a slut.
“Ohhhhh,” I sighed. “I fucking loved it.”
“What was that?” He demanded.
“I fucking loved your cum, Sir!” I near yelled, drawing laughter from the men around us and looks from people further out.
“Your mom says you need a good gangbang. Is that right, boy?” He continued.
“Yes, Sir! I’m a fucking slut, Sir!” I confessed in a more reasonable tone.
“Oh, I could see that when you were walking up. Everybody knows that as soon as they look at you,” he said, grinning as his words made me moan. “So, guys,” he addressed the varied group of men around us. “Everyone get your buddies and meet at that bar?” The men all nodded in agreement before dispersing.
“So,” Simon spoke up again. “He was telling us that you’d probably let us fuck you.” Mom returned her attention to him, letting out a quivering sigh.
“Yeah,” she said dreamily.
“You’ll let us fuck you?” Simon repeated, surprised. Mom blatantly locked her eyes onto his crotch and licked her lips.
“Yesssss,” she hissed.
“Let’s go, slut,” the black man who had fucked my mom last night said, putting his hand over my shoulder.
“I..” Mom broke in. “I should go with him.”
“I thought you were going to let us fuck you, over there in the bathroom, where your son wanted us to fuck him,” Simon interrupted.
“There you go, bitch. You can go off to the bathroom to let your son’s friends fuck you, and I’ll take him and show him a good time.” He started guiding me away again, and I watched Simon step forward and slide his hands down into the front of my mom’s skirt.
I wished they’d fucked me when I asked, but if they weren’t fucking me, at least they were fucking my mom. A silly grin spread across my face as I surrendered to the powerful man who was leading me… somewhere. It didn’t really matter where, I thought, pressing my face against him to huff in his scent. Those other men were meeting is there.
And they were going to bring their friends.
I knew that this was going to be a gangbang to make James… proud, and I was so caught up on that thought that I never even realized I’d forgotten to pee.