How I Found Out That My Mom Is The Town's Cumrag - Part 1
Vey Mansion, Whorhaven, Sextara
Naive enough to think love could be earned, and desperate enough to sniff his mother's sweat soaked laundry—that was 12-year-old Eldric in a nutshell. A tragic little rat of a boy, starving for scraps of affection.
Neglected by his father who was rarely home, and ghosted by his mother for three months, since she was busy taking care of the 'family business', Eldric came up with a plan to change things.
Instead of leaving for the academy like he did everyday, he stayed home and hid in his mother's wardrobe to surprise her.
He had hoped that this would allow him to reconnect with his mother. A little heart-warming family bonding.
But what he didn't know was that his plan was doomed from the start. And instead, the universe had its own little surprise for him instead. A much nastier surprise.
Burrowed inside the massive oak wardrobe, Eldric was drowned in the familiar rich lavender scent coming off of his mother's clothes.
Bored and curios, Eldric's hands grew restless and began going through his mother's clothes.
Translucent silk gowns with deep plunges until the navel, open back, and hip high slits in black, crimson and gold colours.
Eldric had never understood why his mother liked to wear such revealing clothes, when the other noble women were always fully covered up, but he couldn't deny how beautiful she looked when she wore them.
As Eldric's hands kept scouring through the piles of clothes since he was bored from waiting, he finally reached the mother load. They were clothes which he had never seen before. But once he saw them, he was entranced by them.
They were a bunch of strange cup-like garments, intricately stitched and with straps.
And they were truly enormous. Each cup was large enough to smuggle a cantaloupe in them.
As he held one of them up and brought it close to his face, Eldric's entire face easily fit in it. The fabric was bright blue, and in even in the wardrobe's dim light, the tiny sparkly stones attached to it were glistening like miniature stars.
The longer he looked at it, the more entranced Eldric became with it. And as he reluctantly set it down since he wanted to continue his exploration, he finally realized what the garment was.
It was a bra!
He had heard his friends talking about them. They were what girls wore under their clothes. But he had never imagined they'd look so... exciting!
They were nothing like the rough underpants that he wore everyday.
As he kept looking at the neatly arranged bras, Eldric finally remembered the time he saw his mother wearing them.
Every once in a while, he'd see a tiny strip of cloth between her plunged gowns. He had always thought that they were some sort of an accessory she wore, because whenever he looked at them, he'd feel a little naughty. As if he saw something he shouldn't have.
But now, a new wave of confusion rushed over him. He had always thought that women wore bras at all times. However, as he recalled the faint glimpses of bare skin he saw, a strange possibility emerged.
Did his mother sometimes... not wear them?
The thought alone was scandalous, yet thrilling as well.
As he imagined how his mother would look while wearing them, a blush crept up Eldric's neck.
Shaking his head, since he felt it wasn't appropriate to imagine such things, Eldric's hand found something else.
Much smaller, but still quite wide, they were made of delicate see through lace.
The one in his hands, was fiery red in colour. A triangle like shape at the front and incredibly thin at the back. This garment was covered in tiny gemstones as well.
Unlike the bras though, Eldric immediately recognized them. They were underwear that grown ups wore!
Holding in his hands the piece of cloth which his mother wore under her clothes, weird thoughts filled Eldric's head.
Desperately resisting his urge to sniff them, he decided to do something else with them.
In hopes of finding out why grown ups wore them, Eldric decided to try them on himself.
Taking a deep breath, Eldric fumbled out of his shorts and underpants. He tugged them down, and pulled the lace panty up.
It felt unbelievably soft against his skin. The front triangle sat unfamiliarly against his penis, whereas the back... it felt like nothing at all. Maybe a little ticklish. But that was it. Eldric didn't feel anything else.
He didn't feel 'grown up' like he had hoped he would.
Also, for some reason, the panty didn't fit despite his best efforts. If he didn't hold it up with his tiny hands, it would fall down to his feet.
The reason soon became obvious to Eldric. Even to his twelve year old eyes, it was obvious that his mother was a woman of ample curves. She wasn't like most other women, who looked like thin beanstalks.
Her lower half was like a big juicy mango. Ripe, round, and warm.
Knowing that he couldn't fit into his mother's panty, Eldric was about to remove them when he got an idea.
Pulling it up even higher, he draped the panty's edges around his shoulders. The narrow string at the back ran down his spine as the triangle at the front now stretched until his chest.
Wearing the panty in this way allowed Eldric to keep it on without having to use his hands to hold it up, but it was a bit uncomfortable as well due to how tight it was around his crotch.
The narrow string at the back, which was supposed to sit between his mother's buttocks was unpleasantly digging into his own, creating an awkward itch. And the front triangle which was spread taut pressed firmly against his penis, a sensation which was neither pleasant nor painful. Just... there.
But despite how ill fit it was, Eldric had no intention of removing it.
Wearing his mother's underwear filled Eldric with a mix of shame and thrill. This was why he continued wearing it despite how squirm inducing it was.
Standing inside the wardrobe, wearing his mother's panty, Eldric was so fascinated with everything he found during his adventure today that he almost forgot why he had originally hid inside the wardrobe.
More curios than ever before, Eldric continued his exploration. With every passing minute, Eldric found more clothes. Alluring clothes which had never seen before.
Clothes which despite belonging to his mother, he never once saw her wearing them.
There were sheer lace bodysuits, fishnet stockings, garter belts, leather mini skirts, crotch-less panties, cup-less corsets, and many more.
And Eldric, though he didn't know what any of them were called. But just imagining his mother wearing them was enough to make his body hot and his mouth wet.
This was when Eldric had heard footsteps approaching the door. Realizing that his mother was arriving, Eldric was about to quickly remove the panty and put his clothes back on, when he heard something else.
A second pair of footsteps.
But his father wasn't home today. He left last week for business and wouldn't return until next month.
So who was it?
Heart pounding, Eldric cracked the wardrobe doors a little and peeked through the gap.
Pushing the doors open, Eldric's mother, Ismara entered the room.
Ismara was dressed in a black gown, but it was different from her usual ones.
The plunge at the front didn't end at the navel, it went until the crotch. Eldric could literally see a part of her panty peeking out from under it. And at the back, it was even worse. The open back was so low, that it bared half her ass, each cheek jiggling with every step.
Seeing his mother wearing such clothes, Eldric gulped hard as he finally saw who the second footsteps belonged to.
It was Lord Harrow.
Eldric knew Lord Harrow quite well, he was a close family friend. But right now, he was a little too close to his mother.
With his right hand under her clothes, it was fondling her ass right in front of his eyes.
And his mother?
She was smiling. Her grin wider than a whore's legs on payday.
Her lips had a coy smile on them which Eldric had never seen before. Pressing her ass against Harrow's groin, Ismara chuckled as she whispered into his ears.
Pushing Harrow onto the bed, Ismara stepped back. Removing the black gown, the black panty was all she had on now.
And that too, didn't remain on for long.
Stepping out of the lace panties, Ismara tossed them aside. Flinging them in the direction of the wardrobe that Eldric was hiding in.
Looking at the damp panties which reeked of Ismara's arousal lying on the floor barely a few inches away from where he was, Eldric's breath grew ragged.
Eldric felt as if the lavender scent of her clothes along with the musky tang smell of her used panties were working together to choke him.
At 31, Ismara's body was roadmap of debauchery. Lean but sagging in all the right places, her porcelain skin was a canvas of faded scars—jagged lines crisscrossing her thighs, belly, ass, souvenirs of countless brutal nights with "clients." Her breasts, once firm melons, now hung like overripe jackfruit, swaying pendulously, areolas dark and stretched, marred by bite marks
Her hips, wide and soft, bore a roll of flesh from too much wine. And her pussy—covered in wild thatch of untamed dark hair. Lips a vulgar pink, puffy and sprawling, loose as a well-worn glove.
Ismara was a living sin—pure and unfiltered lust. A filthy temptress whose every curve screamed for defilement.
Men didn't just want to plunge their dicks inside her. They wanted to ruin her, spend sweaty grunting night pounding her raw, cover her in sweat, spit, and semen until she was a cum soaked mess.
Ismara was the town's most famous whore. She was the dirtiest bitch that men visited to fulfil their most depraved fantasies. They would fuck her until their balls were dry, and then keep coming back for more because they could never forget the sweet taste of her sinful flesh.
And the time had finally come for Eldric to find out who his mother really was.
Eldric stared at the hole he'd come from, bewildered.
He had always heard that women's pussies were tight.
So why was it that his mother's pussy looked so loose?
Just the lips themselves were sprawled wide, as if they couldn't bother to stay closed.
Ismara's clothes which tightly hugged her curves barely left anything to imagination, but seeing her completely naked made Eldric realize just how much she was hiding under her clothes.
The naked Ismara no longer looked like a noble woman ins Eldric's eyes. She looked like one of those women that tales were whispered about in taverns.
Standing completely naked, Ismara tied her long black hair up in a bun as she approached Harrow.
Kneeling before Harrow, she stripped him with practiced ease, unleashing his cock - an eleven inch monstrosity which was as thick as a wrist and covered in grotesque veins.
Seeing that, Eldric's jealousy turned into envy.
Looking down at his penis which was barely three inches long when erect, Eldric could only scorn at himself.
As his mother began desperately sucking on Harrow's dick, as if it was the tastiest thing in existence, Eldric watched with his eyes wide as he found it impossible to look away.
Schlop! Schlop! Gllk! Slurp!
Hearing the wet sound of his mother's tongue and saliva rolling around Harrow's dick, Eldric finally realized why his mother tied her hair into a bun.
Grabbing the bun with his hand, Harrow yanked it as he began shaking his waist and thrust his dick deeper inside Ismara's throat.
Hitting his balls against her chin and mashing his pubes into her nose, Harrow's face was filled with pure sadistic satisfaction.
The sounds were filthy, the bulge in Ismara's throat obscene, and the saliva dripping down her mouth disgusting. But Eldric couldn't look away.
Ismara's sagging tits shook wildly as she choked, her eyes rolled back, and tears ruined her makeup. Yet, she kept on sucking on Harrow's cock as if her life depended on it.
This wasn't the tales of romance that Eldric had read or heard. This wasn't passion.
His mother's mouth was nothing more than a hole. A hole for Harrow's cock to violate.
As Ismara's throat began turning purple, showing that she was reaching her limits, harrow finally spilled.
Ismara's eyelids fluttered as she gagged on Harrow's cum. Her nostrils flared wildly as his semen shot up her nasal passages and dribbled out of her nostrils.
Waiting until he finished cumming, Harrow finally released his grasp on Ismara's head. With a wet obscene pop, he withdrew his cock from her mouth.
But he wasn't done.
As Ismara coughed violently, saliva and semen clinging to her lips like sticky ribbons, he smirked.
"Don't tell me you're done already, Ismara. I paid for the entire day."
Listening to Harrow, Ismara let out a laugh. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, she smeared the saliva and cum across her cheeks.
"Of course not, my Lord. We're just getting started."
As she said those words, Ismara turned in the direction of the wardrobe that Eldric was hiding in. Her eyes met Eldric's eyes as she winked her right eye.
Eldric's heart almost stopped as he realized that his mother knew he was there.
A shiver went down his spine, as he saw his mother slowly lick her lips, as if she was telling him to stay put and watch the show.
And a show she put on indeed.
What unfolded was a relentless, depraved marathon that until the blood-red glow of sunset. Harrow had claimed every single inch of Ismara's body with each act more obscene than the last. Her mouth, her cunt, her ass, he defiled all of them and left them soaking in his cum.
And for the finale, it was a masterclass of depravity.
With his mother's upper body pressed against the cold floor, she arched her back and raised her ass high up. As for her massive breasts, they were deliberately splayed to either side of her.
That was how it all started.
Ramming his dick down her ass, which was somehow still hard even after how many times he cummed inside her, he gripped a fistful of her now free hair tightly.
Yanking her head back tightly, he planted his feet on her breasts.
Crushing the soft breasts under his feet, Harrow's eyes were filled with sadistic glee as he dominated Ismara's body like a demon.
Deforming her tits under his soles, he ground his heels into them, leaving angry red imprints in them.
But despite all the pain he was causing her, there wasn't a single look of it on Ismara's face. Her hips buckled backwards to meet Harrow's savage thrusts.
The room was quickly filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping, and Ismara's moans.
However, it seemed like this wasn't the end. It was only the beginning.
"Ah goddhhh!! Fuck me harder, my Lord!"
Screaming out loud, Ismara reached her hands between her legs. Gently cupping Harrow's balls, with an almost reverent care, Ismara began massaging them.
At the same time, she tightened her muscles around his cock, clenching her ass to grip him harder, she screamed out loud once again.
"Defile this worthless whore with your manly rod, my Lord!"
"Show this filthy pig what real pleasure is!"
As Ismara pleaded out loud, it seemed like Harrow had reached his limits.
With a loud snarl, he leaned forward. His weight further crushed her tits as he seized her throat with his left hand.
Choking her until her tongue lolled out grotesquely, he used his other hand to yank on her hair so hard that her head was now facing upwards.
Slamming his cock deep inside her one last time, Harrow flooded her depths with his semen as Ismara's body shuddered beneath him.
Waiting until he was done cumming, Harrow finally withdrew from her, but he still didn't release her. Sucking on her still lolling tongue with his mouth, the two of them engaged in what could only be described as the most sloppiest and animal-like kiss, before Harrow finally stepped off of her tits.
As Harrow stepped off, Ismara finally took her tongue back inside her mouth.
Hair tangled and soaked with sweat, they messily stuck to her spit covered face, Ismara continued panting as she turned around.
Her body covered in glistening fluids, she stood up, "How was it, my Lord?"
"Are you satisfied with this whore's performance?"
Harrow laughed triumphantly as he kissed her once again.
"Very much!"
Squeezing her reddened tits with his hands one last time, Harrow said, "Keep those holes tight until my next visit, Ismara."
"I'm going to book you for an entire week this time."
Listening to Harrow, Ismara's eyes glowed with anticipation as she began carefully dressing him.
"I'll await your next visit, my Lord."
Once dressed, Harrow didn't say anything else as he left the room with a satisfied smirk on his face.
Now left alone in the room, Ismara turned in Eldric's direction and began walking towards him.
Her movements slow due to her trembling limbs, but there was no sign of exhaustion in her eyes. Only pure satisfaction.
Her reddened breasts swaying, and cum trickling down her thighs, Ismara licked her lips as she stopped in front of the wardrobe.
Her nails scraping the doors, she softly purred, "Now then, my cute little peeping tom," pressing her body against the wardrobe, she whispered, "how should mommy punish you?"
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I always thought I was popular due to how many boys wanted to be my friends, but turns out I wasn't the popular one.
It was my mom's holes which were in demand.
Being my friend, gave their entire family a 25% Friends and Family Discount.
But that was just the beginning.
The cherry on the top was how she thanked them for being my 'friend'.
Whenever one of them turned 16, she'd spread her legs for them, so that they could lose their virginity using the same hole I was born from.
No condom, no time limit, and completely free.
I still lay awake at nights wondering how many of my so-called friends used my mom for their first fuck.
Well, since even my 'Best Friend' creampied my mom with his virgin load, I'd be surprised if the number was below 50.
None of it was from the goodness of her heart or because her pussy was always craving for a good pounding though.
Fifty popped cherries = Fifty new clients.
Mommy's always been a genius when it came to selling her holes.
I finally understand why Father never had any friends...
- Eldric Vey