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The Whore
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I'm not proud of a lot of things that I've done. I'm hoping though, that they're all behind me now but I don't blame anyone who has their doubts. I have a reason for thinking that this second chance might turn things around for me; I'm in love.
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My name's Cassandra and I've been in love too many times. My infidelities, lets just say that the short list of the ugliness is that I was a terrible wife and worthless mother. By the time my husband divorced me and took our 14-year old son Luke to live in Dallas I was 2-years deep in a coke habit. It's a miracle that I didn't end up dead. But I did end up homeless and on the street.
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For 2-months I lived and paid for my drugs by sleeping with strangers. That's too clean sounding for such a dirty business: I fucked and sucked off strangers for money. Believe me there was no resemblance to ‘Pretty Woman’ either. I didn’t ply my trade in an expensive hotel. Occasionally it was in a sleazy by the hour or if I was lucky, a car. More often than not it was in an alley. I knelt on the filthy pavement in far too many dark alleys sucking strangers’ cocks for coke money. I never knew what was going to happen once I got into the alley. I've had johns that like to be rough, slap me around. I've been gang-raped and not paid. After being paid and the blowjob given, I've been beaten up and the money taken back. The only saving grace was that I was smart enough to insist on protection, but there was no protection from the humiliation.
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The miracle was Cathy, who took me in and helped me get cleaned up. She is more than the family I never had. It took me 2-years until I was in any kind of shape to even try and contact my son. When I did try, I made hundreds of phone calls from the California to Texas just to hear, "He's not here" or "Call back tomorrow."
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Cathy was my rock. She taught me not to expect too much and with her sound advice I finally got through to him. Over time my son, Luke and I were able to develop a loving long distance relationship. We wrote, called and e-mailed enough for me to say we know each other again.
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I'm not bitter at my ex-husband for keeping Luke away from me. He had no reason to believe I'd changed. When I first spoke to Luke, I could hear the anger of a son whose mother had abandoned him. But I was still his mother and thank God that was enough to keep him talking. It took over a year before he would say what I hadn't heard since his childhood, "I love you mom." I cried like a baby after I hung up.
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What I wasn't prepared for was my reaction when we finally met again 5-years after he left. He came for a visit and to do some business for his father. Even though he'd sent me some pictures of himself, when he got off the plane, I saw the most beautiful face I'd ever seen on a man. Luke was only 19, but he looked like a GQ/model. Obvious, since he’s my son, he was a white male, a muscular 6-foot 3, 190 lbs, with wavy dark blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. Before I'd even realized who he was, a line of electrical juice went through my belly. I hugged his firm body and he sat close to me in the taxi ride to his hotel. I wanted him to stay with Cathy and me but his father insisted otherwise.
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We’d planned outings to see all the typical tourist attractions and dinners at all the famous restaurants for the week that he would be here. I was beside myself with excitement, all kinds of excitement. I started beating myself up about it but the feelings wouldn't go away. I told Cathy, "This is nuts but if I can't talk to you I'm done. So here goes: I've gotten to love Luke all over again this last year because I see what a wonderful person he's become. But seeing him in the flesh these last few days, I can't get away from…shit…Cathy I'm physically attracted to him."
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"Oh boy, Cassy honey you know I love you and I'm always here for you but you should think long and hard before you do anything about this. You know you haven't been out with anyone in months and maybe that's getting to you."
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"I know Cathy and you of all people know that's not like me. I was always a sexual being, and in my stupidity that's one of the reasons I ended up on the street, but I just haven't been interested for the longest time, until now that is. I feel alive again; I'm thinking about him every hour of the day but I don't want to screw things up with my son for the second time."
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"Listen sweetie, just because you feel something doesn't mean you have to do anything about it. Just be with him, enjoy him and love him. Let the other stuff take care of itself for now."
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She was right of course and I did enjoy him and love him but I also wanted him. As he was leaving for the airport I asked Luke if I was what he expected. He said with a laugh, "You're a lot sexier than I expected."
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He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and as his hand left my back it crossed the side of my breast. That was all I needed. All I could think about for the next week was, "Did he do that on purpose or was it an accident?
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I closed my eyes and masturbated all week with pictures in my head of my son's hands on my bare breasts; it was all I needed to cum. We spoke and wrote and when the topic turned to sex, Luke described one of his girlfriends as having a good body but not as good as mine. That sent me on numerous flights of fancy and fantasy. It's amazing how little it takes. Thinking of the things he could do to my body kept me cumming for another week. Sex became a staple of our conversations. After a few months we even got into graphic detail. He actually asked me what a woman likes done to her 'down there', as he put it, and I told him. As I described what a tongue should do to a clit, in as delicate manner as I could, I imagined my son's tongue on his mother's clit. In my imaginings after that, every part of my son was in every part of his mother.
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I was elated beyond measure when Luke told me that he would be returning soon for another week of business. I immediately went shopping and bought 2 or 3-lacy bras and panties sets, telling the dumb half of my brain that it was only because it made me feel good to wear them. The other half knew that it made me wet to think that my son might see me in them or out of them.
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There wasn't much left to imagine when I met him at the airport this time. When he kissed me, Luke’s hand went to the place it had left 3-months ago, to the side of my breast. This time, it lingered there. On the ride to his hotel Luke told me how much he wanted to see me, how much he missed me and how he had convinced his father that it was important for business that he come back. He held my hand with one of his, the other rested on my thigh as he spoke. My pussy flowed with juice.
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When we got into the room Luke said, "Mom, all I think about, is loving you."
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Our first lover's kiss sent more moisture between my legs when Luke’s hand fisted in my hair and pulled my head back. For a single moment, we stared at each other. Then he plundered. His mouth was hot and demanding as he kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. Using lips, teeth, and tongue, Luke nibbled then devoured, seduced, and possessed. As he ran his hands down my arms, I felt his touch over every inch of my body. My breasts ached and my thighs trembled as I longed for the imaginary to be real.
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Ripping his mouth from mine, Luke pressed his lips against my throat as I struggled to cling to my sanity. God help me, I wanted him, wanted to feel my soft skin grow hot and moist under his touch. Desire clawed at me with sharpness I’d never experienced before. Shocked, I arched my back, my hands franticly fumbling in his hair and over his shoulders. Luke’s teeth nipped me, just short of savage, just short of pain. Suddenly his 2-strong hands were kneading and pressing my breasts. As his fingers rolled my nipples and his breathing told me that he wouldn't need fancy underwear to get him up. There was little subtlety in our undressing that first time. Everything came off fast. My son stared at my body. I didn't think I could blush anymore but I felt the flush of red sweep up my face as his heated glances crossed my bare breasts, my thighs, and my pussy. After a pause, he said, "Look at you… look at you."
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I didn't look at me; I looked at Luke. I looked at his long straining cock and thought it was as beautiful as he was. The thick shaft stood straight out from his groin, as hard and as smooth as polished marble. And dangling below it was a pair of egg-sized balls. I told him so. He said, "That's wild. I never saw it turn up like that; it's so hard it hurts."
"Let momma make it better." I cooed as I kneeled and took it in my hand. His huge cock pulsed rigidly with beat of his heart as I held the velvet rod in my hand, relishing the warmth. He had a beautiful cock, even better than I’d imagined. It was almost 9-inches with a bulging purple head and thick-veined shaft.
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I looked Luke in the eyes, and then I bent my head down and took the thick purple knob of his cock into my mouth. As I sucked it I thought of how good it felt to finally bring my son pleasure instead of pain. I licked the salty pre-cum from the leaking tip and then sucked on as much of his shaft as I could. His fingers combed through my hair as I stroked the part I couldn't fit into my mouth. The more I sucked and rubbed the more he repeated, "Mom…mom…mom."
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I know he wanted to fuck me as much as I wanted him to, but I also knew there would be all night for him to be in my pussy and anyplace else he wanted to be, so I wanted to get one load out of him quickly before he exploded. At that moment I wanted him to cum in his mother's mouth. I wanted a tangible taste of his love to fill his mother's mouth. I wanted his cum on his mother's lips and tongue.
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When I cupped and caressed his big cum filled balls, he moaned helplessly, "OH…OH."
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My son's first jet of cum hit the back of my throat. The only good part of having known too many men was that now I could please my son. I could swallow and suck and massage, as every spurt became a balm soothing our past. I took every drop and kept sucking until he couldn't stand. As he collapsed on the bed I held him as his words sang to me, "Mother…you're so beautiful."
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It wasn't long before my son; Luke’s cock sought my attention again. I knew what I wanted. Sex is rarely just 'sex' sometimes it's about power or domination sometimes pleasure or retribution. That night for me it was for absolution. I wanted my son to fuck me in the ass until it hurt. I wanted the pain that would make me feel better.
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After stroking and licking his cock hard again, I got on my hands and knees and offered him my ass. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled nd said, "Fuck me there."
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I smiled when I felt, Luke’s hands on my ass, then …smack… his palm slammed against my naked flesh. Before I could react …smack… he swatted me again. Then I felt him part my butt checks and press the head of his cock against my opening, then he tried to get it past my sphincter but his knob was too big for my small hole. Turning around I took him in my mouth and I lubricated it with saliva. This time as he pushed into me my tight sphincter painfully stretched to accommodate him. The pressure and pleasure and pain released tears that had waited 5-years to flow. As I cried out, I gripped the sheets. I whimpered, "I'm sorry baby…I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me…I'm sorry…" as my body adjusted to his shaft invading me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be stuffed full of my son’s cock. When he leaned over and kissed my back and stroked my breasts saying, "Its all right mom…don't cry…it's all right,” my wildest fantasies were coming true.
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With a grunt, he pushed forward, penetrating my ass to the hilt. I told him to fuck me hard. I wanted him to pound his way to forgiveness, but he didn't do it. His touch told me he didn't need to. He kept telling me it was all right as he pulled part way out only to sink back in again. I bucked back against him with a passion that matched his feverish thrusts. He used his cock to love me. His gentle rhythm in my ass calmed me and I was grateful that the good person he had become wasn't poisoned with hate. I reached under to caress him as he stroked me. I pushed back on him until his cock was so far in me I thought I would scream and when his lubricating cum filled my ass, it pleasured me to orgasm.
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I wanted to kiss him forever after that and almost did. We slept entwined for a few hours and when I awoke my son was kissing my eyes. I smiled without opening them and took his mouth to mine. When he had kissed the breath out of me, I said, "Darling boy, it's getting late and your mother has to get home."
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"Please stay, mom; sleep here with me tonight." His imploring eyes and hard-again cock convinced me.
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We showered together and I licked and kissed him all over. He fastened on my wet nipples and sucked each of them pink and puffy under the warm water. He held his slippery body next to mine and moved all over it. I didn't let him in me because I wanted to heighten the experience. He gave a little boy look and said, "Mom look at this."
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I laughed and looking at his almost bouncing hard cock, then laughingly told him, "Don't worry baby; momma's going to take good care of that later; here's a sample."
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My son's cock was big even semi-erect; it was lots bigger after teasing it with my tongue. It looked huge when it came out of my mouth. Having his sweet cock in my mouth thwarted my plans. I couldn't wait either. I needed to feel him filling his mother's pussy.
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I led him back to bed. Luke ate my pussy to distraction. He asked me if I would always let him love me this way. My throat almost closed with emotion as I told him. "All of me is only for you… your mother's pussy is always here for you. I'll never let you go again."
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He filled me with his cock all night. With every thrust that filled my every hole my love and lust grew. By morning his staying power had overwhelmed me. I was exhausted, sore and more than happy.
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His return to Dallas tore my heart out and each day away was torture. I was addicted again; but this time it was to my son's love and loving. It could be worse. Now he says he's talking to his father about opening an office here and that he will be making more trips starting next month. I told him, "I'm here; I'm waiting, for always."
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The end…
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