How I Got My Mom/MILF/Slutwife Fetish

I have a lot of fantasy-based stories that I will post over time, but I find nothing more erotic than real life. This is my true story.

When I was a kid growing up I was the nosiest bastard you ever met. My parents could never hide Christmas or birthday presents from me. I knew from the age of about 8 that there was no Santa Claus because of this. I think my parents knew from an early age that I was finding everything, but chose to play the game more so for their own benefit than mine.

At age 14 I experienced an event that I believe set me on the course of having numerous of my fetishes, specifically my mother/son fetish, my cuckoldry/hotwife/slutwife fetish and my foot fetish. One day after arriving home from school I was being my typically nosey self and I dug back into the deepest, darkest recesses of my mom’s closet and stumbled upon an old Tampa Nugget cigar box. I immediately knew what was in it. Pictures. I knew this because all of our family photos were stored in the hallway closet in cigar boxes. I pulled the old cigar box from under the pile of shoe boxes and various other items and sat on the floor next to my parent’s bed and popped it open. The pictures were very old. They were all in black and white and the clothes and hairdos told me I was looking at pictures from the 50’s and probably early 60’s.

About halfway into the box there was a “panel” that was the bottom of another cigar box that had been inserted inside of the box to create a sort of false bottom. It wasn’t very well constructed or hidden. I slid the panel out and was shocked at what I saw. The very first picture on top was my mom and my aunt Jenny, standing side-by-side, totally naked and holding what looked like big carrots. Mind you, the pictures were black and white and I was entirely too young and naïve to know what a vibrator was, so I saw carrots.

As I flipped through the pictures I was in awe. They just got naughtier and naughtier as I went through them. One showed my mom on her back pushing a carrot into her vagina. In another she had her legs in the air with a carrot in her butthole and vagina both. Another showed her sister spread wide on the bed and my mom pushing a carrot into her vagina. My heart was racing. I was scared that she would know I had seen these so I quickly packed them back up as I had found them and put them back, being careful to leave no trace that I had been there. A short time later my mom returned home from work and my evening went as usual as it had ever evening, except I now knew what my mom looked like naked and I knew what she did with big carrots.

The next day when I got home from school I made a beeline to her closet, paused to look at it and take note of how everything was positioned, then dug in and got the box. Moments later I again sat on the floor by her bed with the big pile of old black and whites in front of me. I found one particularly sexy picture of my mom laying on her side with her legs spread open to show her vagina. I laid that one to the side for further viewing. I found others that baffled me. Pictures that showed my mom having sex with men. Lots of them and lots of different men. Some pictures showed her having sex with more than one man at once. Never in any picture did I see my father. A few pictures showed her licking what I assumed and eventually confirmed was her sisters pussy. Another picture showed my mom tied spread eagle on an old iron bed with what looked like 8 or 9 men standing around naked. Other pictures showed her blindfolded and sucking dick. There were literally a few hundred pictures of her doing every sexual act that one could think of.

Without realizing it time had passed and I heard the sound of my mother pulling in the driveway. I scrambled like a maniac to get the pictures back in the box and back in their hiding place. As I closed her closet door I heard her open the front door. Then I spotted the picture of her posing that I had set aside. I had no choice but to grab it and run to my room with it. I quickly tucked it under my pillow just as she entered the room. I was sure I was busted, but she just smiled and acted normal and asked how my day was at school. I told her it was fine and off she went to change clothes.

As I sat there recovering from fear I realized that the naked woman under my pillow was also getting naked in the next room. I wanted to see, but I was afraid to try and peek. Instead I slid the picture out from under my pillow and stared intently at it. I had never jerked off before or even had an orgasm at that point, but I was suddenly rock hard and aware of it and the fact that I was super horny. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to resolve my issue.

Over the next few days I repeated this process, but I kept that one picture of my mom hidden in my room so that I could see it anytime I wanted. Soon I began taking others to my room and spending time looking at them, then returning them the next day. I soon developed a small treasure trove of her pictures that I kept in my room permanently.

Eventually a few months later I had my first wet dream. Not surprisingly it was of my mother. To this day that dream is still vivid in my mind. She is tied spread eagle on the bed. I am standing at the foot of the bed with a great view of her pussy as man after man takes turns on her.

After my wet dream I rushed to my bathroom, confused as to what had happened. As soon as I saw my own cum I knew what it was. I had ejaculated while dreaming of my mother. I quickly grabbed the stashed pictures of her, rushed back to my bathroom and jerked off for the first time while looking at them. That first self-induced orgasm was amazing. Over the next few days I jerked off dozens of times to her pictures. I was obsessed. I literally jerked my dick raw, but refused to quit and ended up with scabs on my dick for a few days.

Over the next few months that became my daily process. I would rush home from school, get out her pictures and jerk off to them. One day as I was exiting her room I spotted a pair of her soiled panties that she had dropped on the way to the laundry basket. I was horny. The usefulness of those panties was obvious. I grabbed them and ran to my room and proceeded to have an amazing orgasm with her musky panties laying across my face. The orgasm was so great that I knew I needed more. I began fishing her dirty panties out of the laundry basket on a daily basis and jerking off while sniffing them.

Then one day I was late getting home and she was already there in the kitchen working on dinner. I performed my ritual of going to the laundry basket for panties and was awe-struck as I pulled out a pair that was laying right on top, a small slit-shaped wet spot still in the middle of the crotch. I dropped my pants right there and jerked off as I smelled the crotch…then I popped it in my mouth and sucked. I could faintly taste her pussy. I came like a beast shooting semen everywhere.
That night I devised my first perverted plan. The next day I arrived home early and made a beeline for the bathroom. I fished out two pairs of panties, carefully laid them on the sink with the crotch exposed and used a medicine dropped to carefully drop several droplet of water where her pussy had left “pussy juice stains”. I grabbed my dick and started stroking as I slipped the first crotch into my mouth. As I sucked a slight amount of pussy flavored water was drawn out onto my tongue. I was in heaven. I grabbed the other pair and repeated the act and was again rewarded with a small gush of pussy juice.

As I passed by 15 years old I continued this ritual, actually giving myself a day or two break in between to give her a chance to build up several pairs of dirty panties before repeating my crotch-sucking session. This gradually progressed into me putting on her pantyhose while I sucked the crotch of her panties so I could have my dick where her pussy had been and often I wore her bra as well.

Shortly after I turned 16 things got much better. I will save that for my next portion.The fall after my 16th birthday was the first huge step in my pervish mentality (as if looking at vintage porn of my mom wasn’t enough). I was in my room, doing something menial and irrelevant, when my mom walked into my room with the cigar box in her hand. My heart skipped a beat. I was busted and I knew it.

My mom held up the box and asked “Have you been in this box?”

I hesitated considering lying, but she obviously knew the truth, so I admitted it, “Yeah, I saw it.”

Then she asked “Everything in it? Did you see everything?”

I shook my head yes and swallowed hard. I had no idea what was going to happen. Then she walked out of the room. I was as confused as hell.

Then she came right back in the room “Do you have some of the pictures out of here? Because I think some are missing.”

Again I just shook my head yes.

There was a long pause where she just looked at me. Then she walked over to me, laid the box on my bed and said “No sense in you sneaking around anymore. You can keep the box here in your room someplace safe as long as you promise me that no one but you will ever see them.” And walked out of the room.

You could have scooped my chin off of the floor with a spoon. My mom had just given me free and full use of XXX pictures of her!

Then she stepped back in the room and said “And don’t get them all sticky and stuck together, if you know what I mean. It will ruin them.” and winked at me.

Before I could stop myself I blurted out “No worries! I am always careful to not get any on them.” I immediately felt my face turn beet red. I had just admitted to her that I jerked off to her pictures!!!! Oh My GOD!!!!

She just smiled and pulled the door closed.

I was immediately aware that my cock was rock hard. I needed to cum bad! I grabbed the box, kicked back on my bed and began going through them all, taking my time. After a while I was naked from the waist down and soon I was having an amazing orgasm thanks in part to knowing that my mom knew what I was doing.

After I finished I tucked the cigar box in my bottom dresser drawer under some clothes and headed to the kitchen for a snack. I was a little nervous when I got there and my mom was cooking, but she acted normal. Then she asked “Did everything come out OK?” and looked at me with a knowing grin. I returned what was surely an odd grin and quiet said that all went well.

Then she froze me. “Are there any other secrets I should know about?”

My heart raced again. Did she know what I was doing with her panties? Had she noticed the crotch was wet on some of them? Holy hell! Do I admit it to her? Lie to her? I just shrugged. I didn’t know how to answer. She asked again “Nothing? You sure?” I really, really wanted to tell her, but was scared to death of what she might say if I blurted out that I was sucking the crotch of her panties clean. However, if she already knew, I wanted to admit it in hopes that she would be as open to it as she was the pictures. Instead, fear kept ahold of me and I simply said that there was nothing else and headed back to my room.

The next afternoon I arrived home from school early as usual and went straight to the bathroom to harvest some fresh panties from the clothes hamper. I opened the door to the closet where the hamper was at and nearly yelled out in surprise at two pairs of my mom’s panties lying neatly on top of the lid. She knew. No doubt about it. She knew.

I grabbed them, repeated my ritual of wetting the crotch, and sucked them clean as I jerked off. I then put them back where I found them. An hour later my mom came home from work and went to the bathroom to change. After she was in the kitchen I slipped into the bathroom to see if I was right and sure enough, the two pairs that had been on the lid were now in the hamper and the pair she had just taken off were laying on top. I grabbed them and pulled them open to find a wet slit shaped spot waiting for me. I ran to my room, sucked on the crotch and tasted her pussy as I jerked off again.

Right as I was cleaning up I heard my mom call me to dinner. I grabbed her panties, shoved them under my pillow and headed to the kitchen. At dinner I twice caught her looking at me with that knowing mom look. Now I knew she knew…and she knew I knew that she knew too. My dick was hard again.

After dinner I excused myself, telling my parents that I had homework and headed to my room. I was mid-stroke for the third time that evening when my mom lightly tapped on the door, then pushed it open. I managed to cover my dick, but the panties and several pictures were laid out on the bed in plain sight. She just smiled and said “I thought you might not be doing homework.” Winked at me and pulled the door closed. Within minutes I was cumming like a monster!

Over the next few weeks things went the same. She would come home from work, take off her fresh-worn panties and lay them on top of the hamper for me. After I was finished with them I would return them to the top of the hamper and not long after she would drop them into the hamper. We clearly both knew what was going on, but neither of us was willing to say anything about to the other.

Now I must backtrack just a bit. This backtrack serves the purpose of both showing how my “sex life” had led to my choice of girlfriend and eventually wife as well as showing how my mentality had evolved about my female love interests. I wish to discuss the other women in my life…my girlfriends, and how they are an example of how the pictures of my mom and her lifestyle impacted me being who I am. Rather than provide long, drawn-out stories of each, I will summarize them individually in as little of a boring way as possible.

My first girlfriend, Kristie. I had just turned 15 when we met and she was 14. She was a petite blonde with a gorgeous smile. She told me she was a virgin, which I discovered to not be true the first time I fingered her. She lived in a low-income apartment complex with her single mother and I was often told by my friends that she was fucking guys who lived in the complex and was well-known for being easy. We dated for 8 months. Not once did I question if she was disloyal to me. Looking back now I realize that I didn’t really care either way.

My next girlfriend was Deanna. She was a true virgin when we met and I took her virginity after about a month. While I truly loved her and to this day I still think of her occasionally, the relationship ultimately failed because I was never invested in it. I never doubted her faithfulness, not once. Some part of me wonders if her being an “honest” girl was my one hang-up about her.

After her was Ginna. Ginna essentially fucked me on our first date instead of the other way around. She literally pulled me on top of her and got herself fucked. She was the first one to suggest I had a small dick. After we fucked she asked if her pussy seemed loose to me. I lied and said no. She then said that she thought my dick felt smallish. She didn’t seem to mind. We fucked like rabbits on a daily basis for 6 months. She was a bit of a freak herself in that she took great pleasure in her younger brother creeping around outside of her bedroom door when we fucked. She also arranged us a 3-some with her best friend and a 4-some with her best friend and her best friend’s boyfriend. She broke up with me when I cheated on her with some random girl that I can’t even recall her name.

After her came Sue. She was the exact opposite of Deanna. She was a slut. She was also a hot with huge tits, a very open mind about all things sexual and a freak in bed. Even though we were just 17, we had some of the freakiest sex I have ever had with a female. She would do anything. For example, we got into peeing…during sex. She would sit on my lap while I sat on the toilet and ride my dick and pee on me while she did, then I would pee in her pussy while she rode me. She also LOVED cum and would eat it without question. We also did public sex, very public, as in leaned against my car on the side of the road while cars whipped by. She also liked riding my big toe while she sucked my dick (no joke) and would eat my ass without hesitation. She was also a cheater. A bad cheater. The first time I caught her cheating we fought bad, then broke up. Two days later she asked me back and we got back together. She never apologized and I never asked for one. The next time I caught her we were broken up for a day and again we got back together with no apology. The third time I caught her we broke up for a few hours, no apology. After that when I caught her I just let it go. It became fairly common for me to go to her house to see her and a guy had just left. A few times guys came by while I was there. Needless to say, I got a lot of sloppy seconds with her. Our final breakup had nothing to do with sex or cheating at all. Later when I looked back I realized she was the first female to cuckold me, although neither of us knew what that was at the time.

My next girlfriend was Melanie. This one is the odd relationship. We never fucked. Not once. She claimed it was because she was a virgin and she was saving herself for her wedding night. The problem is I knew otherwise. I knew of several guys that had fucked her. I actually got engaged to this one. Even put a diamond ring on her finger. We broke up for other reasons that do not matter, but I realize now that it is significant that I was ready to marry a woman that had fucked other guys but refused to fuck me. Talk about being a cuckold!

My next few “girlfriends” were just sluts I passed time with. Donna had the loosest pussy I had ever fucked up to that point. I would pick her up after she got off work, buy a 6 pack and we would go park somewhere and drink the beer, smoke a joint and then fuck.

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