As Doug’s hands took more liberty with his mother’s big tits, he fingers playing over them when he felt the metal now piercing her nipples and it brought an even larger evil grin. His mother he now knew had a tramp stamp across her ass, and her nipples pierced, whoever the big biker was he knew exactly what he had and how to mark it for all other to see. It became clear to Doug that his mother was living two lives one as the decent god fearing mother of two, and somewhere else and with someone else, she was living the life of wanton slut. Doug didn’t know how long this had been going on and at the moment didn’t care, what he did care about was that he’d discovered it and now could take advantage of his mother's dirty little secret.
Oh I don’t doubt you got together.
There was a note of clear sarcasm as Doug leans in, his hands still rubbing and caressing his mother’s tits as he whispers in her ear.
But Mom, what you really mean is you fucked him! Or I should say he fucked you! Do you like when a guy with a big cock fucks you mom?
The way Doug said it made it sound so lewd. He could feel her body reacting to his touch, she wasn’t drawing away, or telling him no, she was pathetically pleading, they both knew that she wasn’t the kind of woman to say no, especially when it came to a man’s attention, any man’s attention, and even if that man is her son.
I have to tell you mom, I have a confession to make, I don’t like the good, nice, sweat innocent girls, what I like mom are the dirtiest, nastiest, filthiest, horny sluts I can find. I always knew it, even before I fucked the preacher’s daughter. You see she has be a virgin, which her father even checks because she had to be a daughter of good standing, an example of purity and all that other bullshit. But you see mom, she’s a slut too, and while her daddy was giving one of those hell and brimstone speeches he so likes, I was burying my cock in her ass for the first time. I was thirteen and she was fourteen, and we were doing it in the nastiest way possible, and I continued to do it for years, till she was sent off to some girl’s only school last year. Do you know what she taught me mom?
The question was of course rhetorical as Doug hands together slid under her top and began to caress and grope her big tits with skill, obviously a talent he’d learned from his choice of female partners.
She taught me how to take care of a slut. Do you want me to take care of you too?
Not that he really cared about her response; he just wanted to see how far he could push her, how far had she fallen? Doug was more than willing to do whatever was necessary with his young hard body to make his very own mother, into his personal slut.