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Mommy's Nymphomania Ch. 05

For new readers (if you happened to aimlessly click on this story): Try chapter 1. I believe you'll be able to tell pretty quickly whether this story concept is for you. There's more substance in chapters 2-4, but the main thing I value in erotica is for the story to be...raunchy.

For existing fans: Thank you for sticking with me. I'd be remiss if I didn't acknowledge the 10-11 months it has taken for me to post this new chapter. I've improved the grammar and readability of chapters 1-4...so if any of you want to do a crash course to refresh yourselves on the story, you can!

Upcoming plot: My goal with this is to do Ch. 1 justice. The vast majority of this chapter is meant to be a proper prequel to the entire story. I specifically wanted to take a deep dive into what Kristin had to do to make her son a motherfucker (in the most literal meaning of the word). I have touched upon this already, but I can do sooo much more. I've barely scratched the surface.

I start with post Ch. 4 stuff, but it only serves as a vehicle for me to do the flashback. Sorry in advance if you expected this story to be in chronological order all the way through...

Enjoy!

*****Ch. 05*****

That night, Ben and Kaylee stayed up together until 3 am. They used it as an opportunity to catch up on each other's lives, for Kaylee had just gotten home from college earlier that day. Any words said between them though were simply meant to stall time until they both got horny again.

They didn't have to kid themselves after the first time, for the ultimate pandora's box was now open. The saying "too much of a good thing" wasn't a phrase that was in either's vernacular.

Their mother had even explicitly spelled that out to them during their informal family meeting earlier. if her children couldn't stop thinking about sex for the life of them, why inhibit their desires? If her son needed to unleash one of his thick gooey loads for example, why did it have to be in his room with the door closed? She wanted her children to exude confidence sexually. Masturbating shamelessly without a care in the world was one way. Another way was to gain a ton of experience having sex. If it just so happened you were practicing with an opposite sex parent and/or sibling that you found attractive (and the pleasure was mutual to say the least), what's the harm?

In Kristin's household, sexual gratification was paramount. Kristin loved being her son's pathetic fuck toy, Kaylee loved to be touched intimately, and Ben couldn't stop committing incest for the life of him.

This didn't mean that Ben wasn't completely spent at the day's end.

After what transpired in the morning and afternoon with his mother, Ben was sure he was going to wait until the next day to commit incest again. That was before his sister basically threw herself at him that night. Of course Ben was going to get an erection from watching his hot and bothered sister masturbate next to him. If she was going to act that indecent, that pathetic...then he was going to have no other choice BUT to give her a hard fuck. On no universe would Ben turn down a girl with a fit body and an unbelievable rack. If the girl happened to be his sister, that was even better as far as he was concerned.

Ben was hardly able to climax the third and final time he banged his sister that night. In fact, Kaylee had to suck Ben off the last time so that he could cum. As spent as Ben was, he appreciated that his sister wanted to service him until he was completely empty.

As Kaylee went to the bathroom before bed to brush her teeth, she figured there wasn't a guy on the planet who would lie about fucking their mother - never mind admit to fucking their mother. That's how she knew her brother was telling the truth. Now that Kaylee had a positive interpretation of incest, she imagined just how pleasurable it must be for Ben to fuck their mom. She thought, "that had to be why they were out for four hours earlier, right?"

Kaylee seldom introduced guys to her mom back in high school; reason being that she didn't want them to relay it to their friends that her mom was a total MILF. She didn't want to be known as the girl who "wasn't as hot as her mom." All this was before her mom decided to give herself massive tits. Kaylee would have felt quite inferior to say the least, if not for the fact that men were now gawking at her inexplicably huge bust size. Kaylee would have never thought this a couple months ago - but she was now proud that her tits were so big and slutty (for they were actually natural unlike her mother's).

All in all, Kaylee found that her mom was the sweetest woman on the planet. It was obvious to Kaylee why her mom and brother were an item. Kristin was warm and loving (like most good moms). The unusual part was that she also had the body of a porn star.

Considering that her mom and brother lived alone for the better part of eight months, Kaylee figured that they must've been fucking like bunnies for at least five of them (when in actuality, it was really only several days at this point). It made so much sense: Ben was a perpetually horny teenager, and Kristin was a lonely divorcee with a college-aged boy. Kaylee figured that her mom was heartsick at the fact that her only son would be leaving her in a few months. Sex must've been their way of making up for all of the inevitable lost family time.

Kaylee was thinking over a lot of things, but she nevertheless returned to the couch to lay on top of her brother. It just felt right. She then fell asleep immediately upon resting her head on his bare chest.

Ben also thought through a couple things before he drifted off to sleep. He took time to reflect on a lingering issue. The last few days were easily the most lust-filled of his young life, but there was still something missing in all of this. He hated that his family's secret had to stay between the three of them.

For example: Ben's senior prom was less than a week away. He was going with a prude girl from his high school. What Ben really wanted to do was blow her off to bring his sister. Ben imagined grinding on the dance floor with Kaylee all night. Hell, she'd probably blow him mid-way through prom. Ben HATED that It wasn't socially acceptable for brothers and sisters to be fuck buddies.

*PREQUEL*

A week ago, Ben was sure that incest was worse than murder - even when consensual. Some taboos are well-deserving of a negative stigma (like pedophilia for one), but Ben just couldn't grasp why two horny family members couldn't fuck one another if they so pleased.

He was certainly aware of why it was illegal. If incest was legal, nobody would be able regulate the increase of sexual abuse and rape in families. It's just that Ben couldn't find anything morally wrong in the situation where a mom chose to become a cum dump for her horny, incest-crazed son.

Scientifically speaking, the only possible reason for incest's illegality is the long speculated "higher chance of a birth defect in event of a pregnancy."

However, Ben had looked into this fact long before he and his mom ever committed incest. Surfing the web, he was never able to find one turn-off that'd stop him from fucking his mom if given the opportunity. With the birth defect statistic, there were a couple reasons why Ben didn't put any stock into it. First and foremost, being the father to his mother's child wasn't even in the forefront of his mind. That would only be relevant in the dream scenario where he was having sex with his mother. Worst case scenario (if he ever did get his mom pregnant), it could be found out relatively early whether they shared the same harmful recessive gene that'd lead to a birth defect.

Ben only started doing research on this matter once he realized his browser history was 90% incest porn. For the longest time, he couldn't understand why he had developed a strong incest kink. He was convinced it was a phase; at worst, a harmless fantasy (one that didn't apply to his immediate situation). For example: most guys who get turned on by incest porn don't actually want to fuck their own mother and/or sister. Ben remembered a time in his life where he thought he was one of them.

The reason for this "phase" was really obvious, it's just that Ben couldn't admit it to himself. His interest in the genre only became apparent once his mom came home one day with significantly larger breasts.

Ben progressively became more addicted to incest porn overtime. At first, it was "different" or "a change of pace" to the porn he would usually watch. Soon enough however, it became his absolute go-to. There was something about a son fucking the absolute crap out of his mommy. Especially if the mom had an insane body and huge tits. At this point, Ben was way too oblivious to connect the dots.

~

None of this was by accident. Kristin wanted her son to be obsessed with incest. Her life had become so mundane and boring, that at one point she came up with a very inappropriate plan to add excitement into her life.

Long before any of this got underway, she'd often think about things she wasn't supposed to do - things she wasn't supposed to do as a mother. It may have been the non-FDA approved medication she had taken, but her taboo thoughts would primarily be sex-related. Since taking it, Kristin couldn't recall another time in her life where she had to masturbate so much.

It only made things worse that the few sexual encounters she had since finalizing her divorce were underwhelming. Kristin thought she'd be into meaningless hookups, but there was absolutely no passion to them. On the other hand, she was vehemently against another relationship where she'd be expected to accept another marriage proposal at some point. She already "settled down" once. It was horrible. She only married her first husband because she became pregnant with her first-born (Kaylee) out of wedlock.

Kristin's impossible criteria left her between a rock and a hard place. She didn't like meaningless hookups, but she hated run-of-the-mill relationships even more. This got her thinking creatively about taboos. She briefly considered having an affair with a married man her age...but based on what she went through herself, she couldn't do that to another woman. Plus, that would mean the guy was a total piece of shit (like her ex-husband).

Sometime afterward, she thought of becoming a cougar. She wanted to do it right though. She wouldn't fuck someone 10 years younger, for that would actually be socially acceptable. She wanted to fuck someone 20 years younger. Someone that was her son's age. Something Kristin picked up on was the fact that cougars (who were mothers) typically didn't go as far as fucking people the same age as their children. Maybe it was to avoid giving the "if you weren't my son, I'd probably fuck you" vibe.

After further contemplation, Kristin thought even this was too complicated. It would surely create a major rift in her relationship with her children if she put herself in the same dating field as them. Anyway, Kristin was hellbound on going through with a mid-life crisis. If she was going to do something crazy, she at least wanted her son's support (for he was the one who was actually going to live with her).

At some point during her thought process, she came up with the solution. "Oh my god, why didn't I think of this before...why couldn't my son just fuck me?!" After doing some "research" (her research consisted of pleasuring herself silly to incest porn), she became convinced this was the taboo she was looking for. It was ridiculous to her that there were real mothers out there that were committing incest with regularity - she found it even more ridiculous that she wasn't already one of them. It was so forbidden, so hot.

Kristin knew her son's brain would have to get completely rewired for him to start seeing her in a sexual way. That was of no concern to her, for she was very skilled and more than up for the task.

Her plan went:



1. Breast augmentation


The first step didn't require much - just a really good surgeon. Kristin wanted huge tits. But at the same time, nothing that looked totally fake. If her tits didn't look real, then it'd downgrade her whole appearance. She scoured every relevant doctor within 100 miles, until she found one who knew exactly what she was looking for.

When the surgery came and went, she knew that her long-term plan was going to be a success. Kristin absolutely loved looking at herself in the mirror now. She had a dangerously high sex-drive at this point, and was really proud of the fact that it now reflected in her external appearance. Her tits were so big, so slutty. This was going to get the ball rolling as far as the transformation of her son went.



2. Start talking to her son in the third person as "Mommy"


Kristin loved how regressive that word was. Her son had stopped calling her "Mommy" when he was six years-old. Kristin didn't care though. She was going to make that a thing again, even though her son was 18 now. Kristin could pull it off too, for she had a gentle but very sexy voice. She didn't refer to herself as "Mommy" in an embarrassing way like most did. She pronounced it the way it was meant to be said - like a porn star.

Early on, she'd never use the word in a dirty way. Kristin would say wholesome things to her son like, "when you get home, Mommy's gonna make you a grilled cheese." Or "that's okay, Mommy's gonna do all your laundry." She wanted her son to view her as the most innocent person on God's green earth before she really took it up a notch.

At this point in time, Ben was in-denial about the crush he was developing towards his mom (even though the writing was on the wall). It relaxed Ben tremendously whenever his mom would talk to him; so much that he sometimes got chills. On top of this, Ben's porn searches started to become awfully specific. A common theme in nearly all of them was the fact they'd include his new favorite word: "mommy." This was predictably all due to his own mother's shift in dialect.

Ben even asked her one day, "how come you never talk in the first person anymore? I notice that you're always saying Mommy this, Mommy that."

Kristin rarely changed form to reply, "oh, I'm sorry sweetie. I must be going insane. Your sister's in college...you're about to leave me in a few months...Mommy has been a wreck emotionally."

"You did it again."

"Crap. I promise I'll stop." She knew her son secretly loved it. She'd been doing it for the entirety of three weeks. He would have corrected her right away if he hated it.

"You don't have to stop. I kind of like it actually. This is going to sound really stupid, but do you mind if I start calling you 'Mommy' again?"

Kristin warmly answered, "Mommy would love that sweetie."

After a couple more weeks, Kristin decided that she could be doing a lot more to expedite this. Her son had been spending a lot of time with her. That wasn't a bad thing, but it was possibly too much time.

Kristin wanted Ben to spend a little less time with her, and a lot more time in his room. "He's a teenager," she thought. "He should be in his room. And he should be in his room masturbating." She theorized that he jerked off at least twice a day (probably every morning and night), but she wanted it to be a "problem." Kristin wanted her son to struggle in school because he spent all his time masturbating or thinking about sex. She wanted her son to run home from school everyday with the dire need to blast a fresh load into his sheets (or better yet into her lingerie). Kristin thought, "that'd be great if my baby would start jerking his cock 4-5 times a day..."

Kristin knew exactly how she was going to drive this necessary wedge between them. She was going to create an impossible level of sexual tension by dressing very inappropriately around the house.



3. Slutty new wardrobe


Kristin knew she had an amazing body, but it wasn't often that she was showcasing it. Her son certainly noticed that she now had huge breasts. To this point though, she hadn't worn an outfit around the house that suggested "hey Ben. Go ahead and think about Mommy whenever you pump your cock from now on."

Luckily enough, Spring was near. That meant Kristin would have all the excuse in the world to dress like an absolute whore. The only justification she would need was that it would soon be fair temperature outside.

The mother treated herself to an impromptu shopping spree. At the mall, she looked for anything that would show off her figure. That wasn't going to be hard because she had everything: sexy legs, a tight stomach, a heart-shaped ass, and enormous breasts. She wasn't going to buy modest clothes that were designed to make someone look "cute" or "pretty." The outfits she was going to wear would have one purpose: to make her son's cock throb. Ultimately, she wanted to look more like a fuck-doll than someone's mother.

She knew this was going to make Ben go absolutely crazy. Best case scenario, her son wouldn't even be able to make eye contact with her anymore. If her son couldn't make eye contact, that would mean he was thinking of extremely inappropriate things. Kristin knew her son was somewhat timid, but that didn't mean he couldn't be a dirty, incest-obsessed motherfucker.

Once Kristin returned home from shopping, she marveled at her new closet. She didn't hesitate to spend well over $1,500 on whore clothes. The price didn't matter because her ex-husband was arguably paying more money in child support now than when they were together.

First, she made sure to buy a few shirts with plunging necklines (so that her son wouldn't stand a chance). They were all snug on her body, to the point they were arguably a size too small. She abstained from buying any shirt that went lower than belly-button length, and any shirt that didn't show off a generous amount of cleavage (as much as her motherly instincts told her otherwise). To go with her slutty tops, Kristin bought several figure-hugging miniskirts. She wanted her son to get a good look at her strong, athletic legs. That way he'd eventually gravitate his mind to what was between them.

The last component to this particular kind of outfit was thong underwear. Kristin wanted to throw in some "wardrobe malfunctions" throughout the course of the day. For example: she could simply tug her thong a little too highly on her hip upon exiting the bathroom, etc. This way, her son would constantly be thinking about her slutty body.

Another thing Kristin valued was sexy, but comfortable workout attire. She was the neighborhood MILF without even trying, but she wanted leggings and yoga pants that really made her ass pop. She wanted to be a certified gym slut; the type that wanted to look sexy with the sole purpose of wanting to make every guy cream their pants. In this case though, Kristin's goal in this case was to only make one guy cream their pants: her son. Lastly, she bought several "fuck me" dresses. Their purpose was to serve as a second skin to her ridiculous body. She wanted her boy to worship every single detail about her physical appearance.

When Kristin started wearing these outfits around the house, that's when it all started clicking for Ben. He finally realized it. He finally realized that he was immensely attracted to his own mother. He now knew why all his porn searches were mother-son incest: he was vicariously living through the horny 18-year-olds who were lucky enough to fuck the living hell out of their slut-mommies.
As expected, Ben begun having trouble looking his mother in the eye upon realizing this. Kristin however, thought it was the cutest thing in the world. She'd often think, "my poor baby! He must want to fuck Mommy so very much!"

Ben didn't think of it as cute, he thought of it as torture. Quite frankly, he felt humiliated that he suddenly had real incestuous feelings towards his mom. "Why can't I have a foot fetish instead?" he would think. Every time he thought about his moral dilemma, his cock throbbed. There was absolutely no one he could talk to about this problem. He simply wasn't going to drop the "have you ever wanted to fuck the shit out of your mom?" question to one of his friends.

Ben was spending considerably more time in his room with the door closed nowadays. He couldn't be downstairs for long, mainly because he didn't want his mom to catch him gawking at her. At the same time, Ben looked forward to being home. There was something to the fact that he and his sexy mom lived in the same house. Even though he was embarrassed to be around her now, that wasn't going to stop him from jerking off in his room like a mad man to the thought of having sex with her.

Kristin, on the other hand, was extremely enthused that her son was now forgoing the gym so he could masturbate more often. It was paramount that her son unloaded obscene amounts of cum on a daily basis. Her son wasn't truly connecting the dots yet with what her intention really was, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that her son's incest kink had become so strong, that his sex drive had drastically increased.

Kristin felt she needed to take this even further if she was going to get what she wanted. Her new slutty wardrobe was making a huge deal of progress, but Kristin knew she would have to completely shatter barriers of what was appropriate between mother and son. While it was awesome that her son had this hardcore incest fantasy - that fantasy needed to become a reality. She needed to make her son snap, and she knew exactly what that entailed next.



4. Explicit sex talk in front of Ben


Kristin was giving her son plenty of visual stimulation nowadays, but she needed her son to view her as a sexual creature with needs. To this point, Ben just thought his mom was trying to be more confident (maybe so that she could eventually resume dating).

Kristin's new plan was going to shift the dynamic more toward where she wanted it. It's pretty normal for a mother to say "Mommy needs to take a shower" or "Mommy needs to workout." An example of something that's not so normal for a mother to say is "Mommy needs to attend to her FILTHY SLUT-PUSSY!"

Dinner conversation was already unbearably awkward for Ben. He usually emptied his balls twice in a row every time he got home from school. The purpose of this was to make it so that he wouldn't look at his mom like a creep during dinner. Ben's strategy was working as well as it realistically could, but he wasn't prepared for what was coming next.

At dinner they would engage in small talk like most mothers and sons did. This naturally sparked the usual question, "so, what did you do today Mommy?"

Up until this point, Kristin would lie about what she'd do all day. She claimed to do normal housewife chores, but in reality...she would cum her brains out. Orgasms would just rifle through her, one after the other. Due to her condition, Kristin needed to cum more often than she needed to use the bathroom. Nevertheless, she enjoyed being a pathetic nympho who lived to pleasure herself religiously. That part about her had remained very closeted though.

When Ben asked that question this time, Kristin actually answered truthfully. "Let's see...uhhh. I can't. I can't do this anymore Ben. Mommy needs to tell you a very naughty secret."

"What could it possibly be?"

"You know all the stuff I usually tell you I do? Mommy hasn't done any of that in weeks."

"What do you mean? You're telling me you haven't been cleaning the house, doing laundry, or getting groceries?"

"Correct. A cleaning lady has been coming here a couple days a week while you're at school. She's also our personal shopper."

Not believing her Ben said, "Suuure, okay. And with what money do you use to pay for these services?"

"Your dad. You may already know this Ben, but he's rolling in money. That's why you never see him. Since he was the one who cheated on me...let's just say that I won our divorce settlement by a landslide."

Ben was perplexed about why she revealed such a private detail. Perplexed enough to think she might be telling the truth. "Okay, so if you don't do household chores...what do you do?"

Kristin cleared her throat before she began speaking. "Here it goes. Mommy has a condition sweetie. It's so bad, that its extremely difficult for me to do routine tasks."

After a tense pause Ben interrupted, "just tell me. I've heard enough screaming matches between you and dad to know that I've heard it all."

"If you say so."

Kristin continued, "Mommy suffers from something called nymphomania. With this condition, I'm left no other choice but to masturbate a lot more often than the other mommies. Do you get the gist of what I'm saying sweetie?"

Ben sat there absolutely speechless. His heart started racing a mile a minute, so much that he thought he'd faint. Never in a million years did he expect such a vulgar thing to come out of his mother's mouth.

Kristin started to break down in tears then continued, "I'm so damn ashamed to tell you this. I'm fucking pathetic, I know!"

She wasn't really crying, but her son didn't know that. Kristin managed to pull it off in large part due to the acting classes she took while in her twenties.

Ben couldn't take seeing his mom like this. He had to strike up the courage to say something, anything really. He was finally able to muster, "you're the least pathetic person I know."

"You're just saying that," Kristin shot back, still in hysterics. "Your friends have mothers who are powerful businesswomen. YOUR mother lays around the house all day so that she can cum the second she feels like masturbating. And that's about ten times a day if we're being honest."

Underneath the table, Ben's cock was now bulging from inside his sweatpants. He couldn't sit up straight even if he wanted to - that's how painful his erection had become within seconds. He made the wise decision to not look in his mother's direction again during dinner. Not because he was repulsed by her confession, but because he didn't want to get sent to the ER with a raging hard-on. His mom's wardrobe choices had that kind of power over him.

At dinner, her breasts were practically spilling out of her top. Kristin wanted a message to be conveyed with her outfits. Today's was: "Look at Mommy's tits. Aren't they fucking huge?"

She had paired the slutty top with a tight beige mini skirt. Like almost all of her outfits these days, this one didn't have a chance in hell to pass any school dress code. Ben knew this more than anyone. He just didn't understand why his mom insisted on dressing like such a slut around the house. He looked forward to her outfits (because they were grade A masturbation material), but at the same time he felt tortured by them.

A few minutes later, Kristin began fidgeting in her seat. She remarked, "uuuh fuck...Mommy's getting itchy again!!" She then lowered her hand underneath the table rather suggestively to tease that she might insert her hand in between her clenched bare thighs.

She then abruptly stood up and said, "sweetie...Mommy needs to excuse herself. Her filthy cunt is acting up again!!"

Upon hearing those words, Ben's face immediately went as white as a sheet. His mom just told him that she was too horny for dinner conversation to continue one second longer. As his mom hurried upstairs, Ben realized that this was no longer the same woman who raised him. This wasn't a bad thing. He worshipped this new version of his mom. Most notably, he wanted to fuck this new version of his mom. The biggest drawback was the fact he thought those chances were slim to none.

~

While his mother was upstairs, Ben was far too petrified to even be near the bottom of the staircase. He didn't know what he would do if he even heard the faintest of moans from upstairs. Ben thought he was sick mentally. He thought there was a plausible chance that he could lose all control and rape his mom. That's the only way he could ever have sex with her, right?

Ben couldn't do anything to change the daily taboo thoughts that plagued him, but he learned how to manage the effect they had on him - by masturbating. Whenever his desires became too intense, he knew that it was time to mindlessly pump his cock again until orgasm. After this particular scene, Ben picked up on the fact that his balls were aching to the point of looking discolored. To fix this, he elected to stroke his cock nice and slow at the dinner table. He kept up this pace until his cum shot halfway across the kitchen floor.

After cleaning up, all Ben could do now was wait until his mom returned downstairs. Ben kept track of the time his mother was upstairs...presumably masturbating. It was a full two hours before she returned.

When she did, she sat down in the living room as if nothing happened. Ben felt that he had to say something, so he plopped himself in front of the TV adjacent to where she was sitting.

He asked, "would you...like to talk about anything?"

After being met with absolute silence, Ben thought to revise his tone. "We definitely don't have to though."

"You're right, we don't," answered his mother bluntly.

"Let me just say that I'm not holding any judgement. I know you were visibly shaken talking to me about it and everything...but I think it's kind of cool to be honest."

Ben knew right away he put his foot in his mouth with that comment.

"You think it's cool that your mother is horny all the time?"

Ben wasn't going to elaborate. He just sat there in silence for a few minutes before he went upstairs...to masturbate again. "Cool" wasn't the word he wanted to use. "Hot" was what he was what he wanted to say, but he didn't want the incestuous undertone of his remark to be obvious.

Kristin had Ben right where she wanted him. It was clear as day that he was helplessly attracted to her. But now, she had explicitly spelled out to her son that she was a lonely (and extremely horny) woman. The combination of those variables was sure to result in the inevitable. Kristin didn't know when - but she knew for a fact that her days were going to be filled with encounters of the incestuous kind in the not too distant future.

~

Over the next few days she scaled back her behavior a bit, but she purposely acted a little odd. Odd enough that her son would notice.

During dinner later that week Ben took the bait when he asked, "what's wrong Mommy?"

"We should be talking more. It's probably my fault, but I feel like we haven't been talking as much lately."

"What would you like to talk about?"

Kristin started up, "it's just this arrangement in general. You know how there's some things you're only willing to talk about to your father about, but you're not willing to tell me? I don't see why there has to be this unspoken wall between us just because we're different genders. With me having full-custody, I feel like you're missing that male figure in your life. With you being a young adult, there's something you're missing with your-"

"Screw him!" interrupted Ben hastily. "I get what you're saying, but dad cheated on you. That was the dumbest decision he could have ever made. I promise there's nothing I've missed with him being out of the picture." Ben's eyes wandered to his mother's cleavage halfway through his statement.

"That's very sweet of you to say, but I'm still right about this. Talk to me about girls. People think I'm an attractive woman Ben. I'll be able to give you valuable feedback."

Ben's ears turned bright red when he heard his mother say "I'm an attractive woman." At the same time he was thinking about how ridiculous an understatement that was.

Kristin continued, "and I'll tell you stuff too. The more I think about it...there's no reason for us not to share absolutely everything with one another. That'll ensure we have a great relationship. I know I told you we wouldn't talk about the incident at dinner the other night. But it'd be immature of me to call it off limits."

Ben dozed off after his mom emphasized "great relationship." He had his own interpretation of what a great mother-son relationship would be. He imagined an arrangement where he and his mom were fucking all the time. The condition he imagined was that they could only start fucking that day after he finished his homework. God that would be hot.

He also pictured what happened within those two unaccounted hours when his mom was upstairs the other night. He imagined that she used the biggest sex toy in her collection to pleasure her..."What was that term she used at dinner?" Ben tried to remember. "Filthy cunt! That was it."

"Ben...Ben! Do you get what I'm saying?" Kristin was doing dishes at this point. She noticed her son was shamelessly ogling her ass. It was understandable because her yoga pants couldn't have possibly clung to her butt any better.

"Uh what? Yes...yes I get it," said Ben now snapping out of his trance. "I'll share more stuff with you, you share more stuff with me." After a pause he asked, "Mommy, do you care if I start asking you rather private questions?"

"Haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying? You can ask me anything sweetie. Anything in the world."

"I'd like to know more about your condition. Could you elaborate Mommy?" Ben's cock had now officially infiltrated his brain."

"Of course. Okay so Mommy has these naughty urges which makes her want to masturbate a lot over the course of the day. Some Mommies like scrapbooking, some like to watch daytime soap-operas, and some like to watch porn and pleasure themselves into oblivion. I've talked to my doctor about my addiction - excuse me, hobby. And he sees nothing wrong with it as long as I can effectively take care of you."

Kristin turned the tables to ask, "sweetie, is this something you like to do too?" Kristin already knew that her son lived to masturbate these days - but Ben didn't know she knew that. There's nothing like a harmless, rhetorical question to start a dialogue.

Ben had a flushed look on his face as he said, "every now and then. Surprisingly not all that much."

"LIAR!" Kristin thought. Like most teenagers, her son would deflect everything when it came to uncomfortable conversations. That was fine though. She was prepared to shatter her son's perception on what was normal between mother and son.

"Mommy certainly believes you," Kristin said. "Though I'm aware that teenage boys need to do it a lot. Your friends are probably all addicted to porn. What's in nowadays? Do you have any idea what they like to watch?

This took some pressure off Ben. "Uhhhh we don't really talk about that kind of stuff. Most...guys are probably embarrassed about what's in their browser history."

"Try me. What do you think your friends are hiding?"

"If my friends are addicted to porn like you say, then that means the novelty of it wore off a long time ago. They're probably watching stuff that isn't possible to do in real life."

"Like taboo stuff?" Kristin made sure not to mention incest specifically.

"Probably. Why are you asking me this?"

"Because I can't talk to my girlfriends about this. A lot of women resent porn because it's catered towards men...but that makes Mommy love it even more. It's hard to explain."

Looking uncomfortably Ben replied, "I definitely wasn't going to ask you to explain."

~

Later that night, Ben tossed and turned in his sleep. Reason being that he knew he made a mistake. Even though Ben was speaking on behalf of "his friends," he realized his mom only phrased the question that way so he would be more comfortable talking about himself. Ben wouldn't just be embarrassed if his mom discovered his browser history, he would probably contemplate suicide.

The next few days, the sexual tension towards his mother became excruciatingly more painful for him.

One afternoon, Ben noticed his mom must have been looking for something for about 10 minutes.

She eventually spoke up, "sweetie, can you help Mommy look for her toy? It could be underneath where you're sitting. I'm not sure which room Mommy used it in last. She hasn't been able to use it all day."

Ben stood up to move the couch cushion from next to him and there it was: a state-of-the-art sex toy. It looked like it had every bell and whistle imaginable.

"Awesome, you found it!"

Kristin quickly noticed that her son was breathing heavily out of his nose upon discovering it. Her son still wasn't quite used to her acting nonchalantly about all things sex. She had to keep pushing the envelope.

"You wanna see something cool?" Kristin had asked that rather rhetorically, for she was going to demonstrate to her son regardless of his answer. "When Mommy turns it on, the extender thing starts pushing in and out. There's a vibrator setting too! The absolute best part is the battery life. This usually keeps Mommy busy for upwards of two hours."

Her son had no words, but his facial expression told Kristin that he now had a whole new interpretation of the word 'busy.'

She continued, "come see the rest of Mommy's collection! I promise I won't bite!"

Ben followed his mother like a zombie to the dishwasher in the kitchen. When she opened it up, Ben noticed there were more sex toys than plates. If Ben had to make an analogy, he would say the excitement on his mother's face was identical to a kid's during show and tell.

"Most people would call these 'dildos,' but Mommy finds that to be a barbaric term," Kristin remarked. "I like to think of them as 'anxiety relievers.' Honestly, a few of these would work amazingly well on a scrotum and balls. So here...you should take this if you ever want to erupt all over your ceiling."

Reluctantly accepting his mother's gift Ben countered, "excuse me?"

"You know, cum. You've probably been so stressed out if it's really true that you don't relieve yourself all that often. With you being a teenage boy, your balls must feel so very full all the time. For good health, they should be nice and empty."

Looking down at her son's crotch Kristin continued, "see what happens? When you don't relieve yourself, you're going to get random boners like that. God forbid that ever happens to you in public. Use what I gave you and I guarantee you'll feel muchh better."

Ben wouldn't have had a boner - if it wasn't for his mother insisting that he start masturbating more. "What the heck has gotten into her," he thought. Regardless of what his mother's motives actually were, he was extremely eager to go upstairs to obey her command. In his room now, he had begun teasing his groin area with his mom's pebble-sized vibrator. 15 minutes later, he came in spurts all over his chest.

Ben was an oblivious 18-year-old, but did realize something. He could've sworn his mom had given him permission to be a compulsive masturbator, for it would be "good for him." Did she say it to make herself feel less guilty about her own habits? "Maybe," he thought. Whatever it was, he liked that his mother took the initiative to normalize what was already his utmost favorite hobby.

There was one last component Kristin came up with for her plan. At this point, she knew she had her son whipped. Kristin wanted to make his sexual attraction to her so unbearable though, to the point where HE would start losing inhibition. To this point, Ben was embarrassed that he was sexually attracted to his own mother. It was Kristin's goal to make her son feel like it was the most normal thing in the world.
For things to get to that level though, Kristin couldn't act like a mother anymore. She needed to act like a full-service sex doll - one that was eager and ready to be used by anyone who was willing to pound the crap out of her worthless cunt.

There was no better way to achieve this than for her son to regularly see her go about her business.



5. Constant masturbation in front of Ben


The only thing modest about Kristin at this point, was the fact she had enough decency to relieve herself in private. She was a terrible, terrible mother these days (in the sense she didn't adhere to the norms expected of a suburban housewife). If any of the other mothers knew what she was about to do next, they'd call the police.

There was nothing complicated about the last step. Simply put, Kristin was going to masturbate exclusively in her living room, anytime she wanted. She was even going to abstain herself from masturbating as much in the morning, so that she could do it without end once her son got home from school. She wanted Ben to witness her at her happiest, her most vulnerable. He'd finally see for himself what his mom had become - someone that was way far gone from reality due to a debilitating sex addiction. It's possible a person who wasn't sexually attracted to their mom would feel bad. But Kristin knew very well that was the FURTHEST thing from the truth as it related to her own son.

Kristin didn't need an excuse to masturbate regularly in front of her son at this point. She knew Ben wouldn't say a damn thing, for he was now an insanely perverted young man. If she was watching a marathon of porn, she hoped that her son would eventually build enough courage up to masturbate alongside her.

She knew that this was wishful thinking however. Her son had been programmed the first 18 years of his life to NOT do such a thing. Worst case scenario...this would still going to work tremendously in her favor. Her behavior was going to be so inappropriate that actually getting her son to commit incest with her would be redundant. That was still going to happen obviously, for that was Kristin's dream outcome throughout all this. She knew that it was her son's dream outcome too.

*THE NEXT DAY*

Ben was relieved that he was going to be able to go home early today, for his school had one of their 'half days.' He couldn't really bear the length of a normal school day anymore for one pressing reason: he couldn't go a few hours without touching himself. It had even gotten to a point where he'd often skip class so that he could masturbate in one of the bathroom stalls.

At this point in the school year, Ben and his classmates often joked about having a condition called 'senior-itis:' a fake attention-deficit disease that's been said to affect graduating seniors. Ben was suffering from a very unusual case of 'senior-itis' to say the least. For example: Instead of studying, he'd do other things like constantly daydream about fucking his mom. Little did he know that his mother would be extremely flattered to know that.

That afternoon:

Ben couldn't wait to be home. As he walked home, he thought over how he was going to best make use of the extra time that afternoon. He wanted to try edging to porn this time. He realized he had very weak willpower when it came to denying himself climax. He wanted to learn how to have control while in a euphoric state.

When Ben arrived at the front door, he quickly picked up on the fact there was loud audio playing from inside the house. He figured his mom must've been watching a movie with the surround sound on. Then he walked in.

To to the right of the main entrance of the house was the living room. Upon walking in, Ben immediately heard the sounds of hardcore pornography blaring from the TV. It was unmistakeable, for Ben had watched it himself all too many times. He knew his mom couldn't have heard him enter the house (or have seen him from where she must've been sitting), so Ben had two choices:

1. He could sneak his way upstairs

2. He could spy on her

Ben was extremely nervous at the prospect of getting caught. But he also considered the fact that he may never get this chance ever again. Ben literally had dreams about fucking his mother. If he could be within a foot of his mom masturbating for even 20 seconds, that would be an erotic image he'd keep going back to for the rest of his life. If he stuck around downstairs, he'd also be able to hear the dialogue of what his mom was watching. He needed to know what she liked, what turned her on.

So he stuck around. Ben tip-toed through the kitchen and into the dining room to sit against the drywall that he presumed was between him and his mother. After he settled down, he started to hear the words that were coming from the TV.

"YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER! KEEP FUCKING ME YOU BEAST! CUM INSIDE YOUR HORNY MOMMY AS SOON AS YOU WANT TO!!"

Ben was extremely confused by what he was hearing. Was his mom watching incest porn? This...this didn't add up. He kept listening. Ben picked up on the fact his mom must have been watching a full length movie because there seemed to be a lull in the action shortly thereafter.

After some filler the mother began to say, "you ever wonder how your friend Billy made the honor roll this term? His mom told me this in confidence...but it's because her son also stopped watching porn. She knows this because she's also been allowing her son to fuck her at will, anytime he has the urge to watch those filthy videos. It's not taboo anymore baby. Ever since that national study on pornography came out, mommies everywhere have gone to drastic lengths to ensure that their sons aren't watching it."

She continued, "that reminds me. Would Baby like to creampie Mommy's pussy again after dinner?"

Ben was impressed by how vivid the dialogue was. But what really got his attention was the fact HIS OWN MOM WAS WATCHING THIS! He heard the mild vibrating noise of his mom's favorite sex toy, so he knew that she was masturbating. All in all, Ben couldn't believe that he and his mother had this common.

Ben figured right then and there to sneak upstairs before he got himself caught. He needed a place where he could process this new information. But more importantly, he badly needed to go to a place where he could unleash the day's worth of cum that was stored in his balls. Ben was beginning to feel less inhibited these days, so he suddenly had the impulse to go upstairs and do something he would've never done a couple months ago. He was going to steal one of his mother's bras so that he could start filling each of the oversized cups with his semen.

He wanted there to be physical evidence for how horny his mom made him. Laying in his bed now, Ben pressed the hand-me-down vibrating device that his mom gave him along his shaft. Not long afterwards, he shot an overabundance of cum into his mother's bra.

The most startling development after the fact to Ben was that he was proud of the mess he made. One of his mother's bra had now been permanently stained with cum. And to his surprise - he couldn't possibly have cared less. Considering his mom was a chronic masturbator who liked to watch incest porn, Ben felt he had every right in the world to explode into her lingerie. His mom tortured him on a daily basis with her outfits, so he didn't feel responsible in the slightest.

When Ben came back to reality, he realized that he was in quite the sticky situation. To his knowledge, his mom had no clue that he was even home. She wouldn't be masturbating in the open if she knew he was coming home early...would she? In the probable chance she didn't know, Ben thought to hide in his room until dinner.

~

A few hours later he got a text from his mom. It read "where are you? Mommy needs to know when her baby will be home."

Ben thought carefully before replying, "I've been home for a little bit Mommy. You must've not seen me go upstairs."

Kristin loved that her son would even call her "Mommy" in text messages. She was too excited for the relationship to turn sexual. There were so many obscene things she could blurt out following the word "Mommy." For the time being she texted back to her son, "oh okay. Dinner should be ready in an hour sweetie."

Being the whipped child Ben was, he felt compelled to get the last word by answering, "sounds good Mommy." Even though Ben was slowly but surely losing respect for Kristin as a mother, he still desperately wanted to get into her pants. There was nothing wholesome about Ben's intentions when he used the word "Mommy" anymore. Simply put, it was becoming a pet name in their relationship. Ben found it to be an indicator of possession, just like how Kristin felt when she'd call her son "sweetie." They both meant it in an extremely sexual manner. It was unbeknownst to Ben that she possibly meant it that way though.

DINNER

"Hey sweetie, you came downstairs just in time!" Kristin then noticeably stuttered before asking, "can you help Mommy set the table?"

Two months ago, Ben was sure his mom wouldn't have hesitated to ask such a thing. In fact, his mom would have ordered him to set the dinner table. Ben was terrible at picking up romantic cues, but he was pretty good at social ones. It was subtle, but it looked to him as if his mom was losing confidence as a parental figure. It's almost like she didn't expect him to have a single ounce of respect for her.

The weirdest part was that her low self-esteem appeared to begin and end with parenting related duties. For example, she couldn't have been more bubbly or energetic the time she showed Ben her sex toy collection. That's where she felt in her element. She wasn't in her element when it came to preparing meals or looking after another human being (at least not anymore).

Kristin started dinner conversation by asking, "how was your half day at school? It must've been such a relief for you sweetie considering how stressed you've been."

Immediately taken aback Ben stammered, "you...you knew it was a half day?"

"I always know when my baby is coming home. Why do you ask?"

Ben then remembered that his mom wanted him to be open and honest with her. This was a test, and he could tell that she wanted him to tell her about what he overheard.

"Because you were watching porn when I walked in."

Kristin couldn't help but smile. "And how did that make you feel?"

She knew that question was going to make her son squirm. This was her way of monitoring his progress.

"It..it made me uncomfortable."

"Why did it make you uncomfortable sweetie?"

"Because...you doing that is not something I'm supposed to think about."

"You're not supposed to think about Mommy watching porn? What else aren't you supposed to think about."

"I can think of a lot of things, but I can't say them out loud."

"Why not? They're just words."

"I just can't tell you."

"Okay, that's fair. Just remember in the future that absolute transparency is needed for us to have the best relationship possible."

After dinner, when they were putting their plates away, Kristin asked, "you're not going to tell your father about what you witnessed this afternoon, right?"

"I would NEVER," said Ben emphatically.

"That's my good boy."

~

After their interaction, Ben was confused about something. He didn't know what it meant when she said "absolute transparency is needed for us to have the best relationship possible." He decided he wasn't going to try reading between the lines, as he didn't want to drive himself crazy.

That night, Ben predictably made another mess in the bra he came in earlier that day.

*THE NEXT DAY*

When Ben arrived at the front door after school, he could tell that his mom must've been doing the...same exact thing she did yesterday. Even though his mom clearly knew he was walking in at any minute, Ben still felt like he had to psych himself up to go inside. Simply put, he had no game plan for once he walked in. What was he going to do...tell his mom about his day as she aggressively used a sex toy to get herself off?

Ben was convinced that he was the reason for why it had been so awkward between him and his mother. For example: she took no issue with the fact her son now knew the most private detail about her. From her perspective, so what if she was a porn-addicted slut? And so what if her son knew about it? Ben on the other hand, showed absolute resistance when it came to telling his mother the truth.

He didn't have the balls to tell her about his own masturbation habits. He didn't have the balls to tell his mom WHY she made him so uncomfortable. Flat out...It was because she made him ridiculously horny to the point he wanted to do nothing else but have sex with her.

Ben wished he had one of those mind erasing devices from the movie Men in Black, so he could get all his feelings out of his system and take it back depending on his mom's reaction. Since that wasn't an option - he'd simply have to let it all out, not knowing how his mother would react. He wasn't ready for today to be that day though.

Ben walked in to hardcore porn blaring once again. The audio in the video was a girl screaming "FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL!" The inflection in her voice made her sound desperate. Ben was also hearing a continual slapping noise, which he knew could only result from a throbbing cock being slammed into a wet pussy. Ben's own cock was already hard, reason being that he hadn't had the chance to blow his load since right before school that morning.

Kristin couldn't see Ben from the living room, because it was to the side of the main entrance (and she was sitting in the far corner). Ben however, did feel obligated to let his mom know he was home today. He didn't find this inappropriate because his mom didn't seem to care at all if he saw anything. She might care if he acted like a creep though.

"Mommy, I'm home," said Ben as he simultaneously peered his head into the living room.

"Oh, hiiiiii sweetie!!"

Once Ben made eye contact with his mom, he felt at risk of fainting. His mom's legs were spread wide, as she held a huge vibrator which was in direct contact with her bare pussy. His mom said absolutely nothing afterwards, as she felt an immense wave of pleasure course through her now that her son was watching. Her eyes rolled towards the back of her head as the actress in the video was yelling, "OH DADDY YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FILL MY WOMB UP WITH YOUR HOT CUM!!"

Seconds later Kristin began to squirm restlessly, a sign that she was about to have an orgasm. A hearty squeal escaped her clenched lips as her pussy began to spasm and squirt all over the recliner she was sitting on.

"Oh YEESS! that was fucking awesome!" Kristin said aloud.

Ben surprisingly had watched the entire thing, but immediately realized that he might've overstayed his welcome. He darted upstairs before she was even able to finish her sentence.

Ben's pants were already undone by the time he got to the top of the staircase. He freed his massively erect cock and immediately began pumping it with intense dedication. He was so horny in this moment, that he didn't believe he could stop pumping his cock if his life depended on it. He had no control over what his right arm was doing.

Ben instinctively hurried to get his mother's cum soaked bra from inside his dresser drawer, and once his favorite target was within distance, a waterfall of cum erupted from his cock and into each of the cups. After Ben spilled into her bra, he was sure that it was easily the hardest he had ever cum in his life. He felt so very relieved to bust with such reckless abandon. But in the back of Ben's mind, he was already starting to worry about dinner conversation.

Three Hours Later

"Dinner's ready sweetie!!" exclaimed Kristin from downstairs.

Her voice woke Ben up, as he was previously passed out from fatigue.

When Ben came downstairs to sit at the table Kristin used a baby voice to say, "how's my baby boy??" Most 18 year-olds would have been appalled at that tone of voice, but not Ben. It gave him chills whenever his mom gave him any attention whatsoever.

"I've...I've been good Mommy."

The reason Ben got lost in his train of thought was because his mom's right nipple had popped out of her skimpy top. He decided he wasn't going to tell her because he didn't want her to cover up.

"You sure have been," Kristin said playfully. "But I believe that you've been naughty too. What do you think? Has Baby done anything to make Mommy think he's been naughty?"

Even though his mom was talking to him like a toddler, Ben desperately wanted to be on his mother's good side.

"I haven't been naughty, I promise! Did you not want me to watch you this afternoon?! I promise to never do that again Mommy!"

Ben suddenly realized that he was whining like a child. It's almost as if he was roleplaying with his mom.

"No, it's not that sweetie. The entire town can watch me masturbate for all I care. What I'm talking about is what you were thinking as you were watching me. Was Baby having impure thoughts?

"No Mommy, I was just caught off guard at what was happening when I walked in."

"Oh reeealllly. You went upstairs rather quickly right after I climaxed. What were you in a rush to do?"

"To take a nap. I had a long day at school."

Kristin noticed her son was acting super defensive. "Okay sweetie, Mommy didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn't have doubted you."

~

Kristin and Ben were equally frustrated at this point. All Kristin wanted was for her son to start having sex with her. The worst part was SHE KNEW that her son had a crippling incest addiction. The game though, was that he needed to be honest about it. Once her son confessed his most taboo perversions to her, that was when he was going to be granted free-use access to her cunt.

In a perfect world, this was how Kristin would have liked today's conversation to sound like:

Kristin: "I believe that you've been naughty too. What do you think? Has Baby done anything to make Mommy think he's been naughty?"

Ben: "Yes. Today more than ever, I needed to masturbate after seeing you act like a complete whore."

Kristin: "My goodness sweetie! You mean to tell me that watching Mommy masturbate today with a sex toy made you horny?"

Ben: "Yes Mommy, and it's not just today - you make me horny alllll the time. Anytime you wear something slutty, which is every day if we're being honest, my cock begins to throb uncontrollably.

Kristin: "And what happens when that huge cock of yours begins to throb? What do you think about."

Ben: "I think about you Mommy! I think about walking behind you to feel up your perfect body. I think about sliding my dick inbetween your slut-sized tits. I think about FUCKING THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS OUT OF YOU Mommy. I want to fuck you so bad!"


Kristin's imagination tended to run a little wild to say the least. All in all, she knew it wasn't realistic for her son to have this reaction after two days. She did think an outburst like that could happen after a month though.

*ONE MONTH LATER*

At this point, Ben was finally starting to relax a little. A few days earlier, he had even admitted to his mom that he had been getting more erections lately. He even attributed it to the porn that his mom always seemed to be watching. This confession was a big step in their relationship, because it was the first time Ben took the initiative to talk about sex.

Kristin decided to loosen up her strategy after realizing that her interrogations were going nowhere. She felt that if she continued to ask her son inappropriate questions, that it would push him further and further away. So, she decided that it wouldn't hurt to act like his...mother once in awhile. When she made that shift, she immediately noticed that her son was more comfortable talking to her again.
Kristin would still give her son the show of a lifetime after school. She still acted like the horniest, sluttiest MILF in town. It's just that once dinner came around, it became a "don't ask, don't tell" type of subject matter. The two of them talked about normal mother/son things for the most part. However, there'd still be the occasional passing comment where Kristin would say something along the lines of "Mommy's so fucking horny today." This was fine though, as long as she didn't ask her son anything.

Make no mistake about it, Ben was still was emitting obscene amounts of cum on a daily basis to the thought of fucking his mom. He was just glad that his mom was no longer talking like "slut Kristin" for 24 hours a day. He couldn't hold a conversation with that version of her. So, he appreciated that there was some semblance of an off switch.

The most important development of all was that Ben had become desensitized to his mom finger-blasting her cunt. It still made him ridiculously horny, sure. But he no longer saw it as unusual. He knew that other moms probably didn't do this...but his mom did. She masturbated openly numerous times, every single day when he got home from school. If Ben wanted visual stimulation, all he had to do was hangout downstairs to catch a new show that seemed to start up every two hours. She was always busy. She was always shoving something new up her vagina. Ben was numb to how infatuated he was with his mom's favorite hobby.

~

One night, Ben and his mom were both watching "TV" in the living room. Ben didn't have the slightest clue how his mom found this stuff, but both had begun watching a "Law & Order" type show that was in German. It did have the benefit of English subtitles though.

Ben was actually interested in the shows plot...but the catch was that at least once an episode, two of the characters would just start fucking for 15 minutes straight.

Kristin picked this show for them to watch because it was a crossover from porn. She'd never ask Ben, "would you like to watch porn with Mommy?" She'd smartly substitute "porn" with "that detective show."

Ben was mesmerized with one of the female detectives in the show. He'd look at the screen googly-eyed because her tits were huge for absolutely no reason at all. But her storyline in the show was that she had a thing for "bad boys." In one episode, her superior had called her to check on the progress she was making in one of the cases. But during the phone call, she was being fucked by the suspect in question. Ben loved that the female detective felt absolutely no obligation to uphold the law. So just wanted the job for all the hot taboo sex.

The show was the best of both worlds because if Ben just so wanted, he could simply look to the left of him and witness his mom playing with her cunt. That never got old. The fact that a mother of two children was a pathetic masturbator made Ben so horny.

Today, Kristin was really losing control of herself. After the female detective told one of the bad guys to make her pregnant, Kristin had started to get heart palpitations.

Ben was originally concerned, but he quickly realized it was no big deal - his mom was just acting like a whore again. Ben could hear sloshing noises from where he was sitting...and it wasn't from the TV. It was from Kristin mindlessly shoving a sex toy in and out of her cunt.

As the sex scene in the show got underway Kristin exclaimed, "UHHH GOD. MOMMY'S GONNA FUCKING CUM AGAIN. THIS TOY FEELS WAYYY TOO GOOD IN MOMMY'S PUSSY! WATCH MOMMY SWEETIE. WATCH MOMMY CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!!

Seconds later, Kristin projectile ejaculated all over the coffee table in front of her.

Ben had no choice but to run out of the room immediately. He couldn't even make it upstairs. In the next room over, he immediately dropped his pants so he that he could start pumping his cock. It didn't matter to him that he was in the dining room. It didn't matter where his cum landed once he flung it everywhere. He just needed release.

In seconds, Ben erupted all over the floor while making a loud grunting noise.

Overhearing him, Kristin expressed concern by saying, "are you alright sweetie?!"

Ben hurried to get some paper towels from the kitchen to clean up his mess. "Uh, its nothing. I just spilt something on the floor."

"Awwww, it's okayy Baby. Mommy knows that teenage boys can't help themselves!"

Ben felt he was at his limit as soon as that comment came out of his mother's mouth. He just came all over the dining room floor, and his mom (who clearly knew what he did) acted with complete indifference. Ben struggled to comprehend her logic. He was a teenage boy, yes...but where did the line end? What could he not do?

Ben then thought about his mother's behavior. She had no morals whatsoever. For example: seconds ago, he literally watched his mom climax (per her request). That's when it occurred to him - she got off on the fact that her own son would watch her masturbate.

In the times Ben watched her downstairs, he'd only hear an actress scream "FUCK MOMMY!" on occasion. Once Ben was upstairs though, he theorized that all his mom watched was mother-son incest porn. After all, that's all HE watched when HE was alone. Ben still had vivid memory of what he heard the first time when he walked in without her knowledge. He had been searching for that very mother-son movie for weeks to no avail.

The only thing Ben hadn't seen at this point was his mother's completely naked breasts. He had seen her most intimate area a good amount of times, because Kristin valued having uninhibited access to her cunt when playing with herself. But his mom's huge bare tits...Ben figured he'd spend his entire life savings to see them up close and personal at this point.

Ben felt like he was beyond his breaking point. It's just that he hadn't snapped yet. He sensed that it could come any time, any day now. He had no idea what he was going to say to his mom...but he needed her to know what she was doing to him. Her needed her to know that her actions over the last few months made it so that he was now an incest-addicted pervert. He needed her to know just how badly he needed to fuck her, and just how often he felt compelled to do it.

Ben figured all it would take was one more outrageous thing - one more outrageous thing to come out of his slut mother's mouth.

Knowing his mom, it was probably going to be the very next time they had a conversation.

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My comments: This prequel takes us right into chapter 1. As we know, that's when Ben makes his big confession (and when things take off). In Ch. 1, there's also some extremely broad summary of what I explained in this chapter.

Future of the Series: In a perfect world I'd tell you that I plan on future chapters. But for some reason, this story is so hard for me to write. As I write new chapters, I tend to second guess things I did previously...but you can only do so much revisionist history. That's why I wanted to write a prequel. I believe it gives you more freedom to add details.

This is not to say I don't have any cool ideas to advance the story. I just generally struggle with the writing process as a whole. It would probably help me if I went back to 1-2 page stories. Plus, I'm pretty sure that my readership suffers when the chapter is longer.

I'm not positive how much time I'll have to write looking ahead. So depending on the comments and feedback I receive...that could dictate whether this is worth making time for.

Let me know!
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