Tales of The Depraved

How I Found Out That My Son Gets Off On Watching His Mommy Get Railed

Vey Mansion, Whorhaven, Sextara

Looking straight into his mother's eyes, as she stared at him, like a hyena which found its prey, reality was finally sinking into Eldric.

Seeing he huge mess he made inside her wardrobe, Eldric was now filled with fear about how his mother was going to punish him.

Though his mother was a woman who rarely got angry, whenever she did, it was worse than hell.

Forget Hell. Hell had rules. Ismara had imagination.

Ismara's punishments weren't about pain or insults, they were pure soul wrenching humiliation.

Each worse than the last, they were punishments that Eldric would never be able to forget for all eternity.

Once, Eldric had tracked mud through her special rug. And for that, Ismara punished him by stripping him naked and covering him in that very same mud and made him stand outside the mansion gates for an entire day as all the passer-by's pointed and laughed at him.

The maids still snicker when they pass by.

Then, there was the human vase incident. When Eldric had broken her favourite vase, Ismara turned him into a vase itself until she found a better vase to replace him with.

She cut a hole inside the table and put him inside it upside down and shoved a bouquet of roses down his ass, thorns and all. After which she invited her friends over to admire her 'new centrepiece', forcing him to endure their mocking words and prodding fingers.

And the chandelier incident was the worst.

When he broke the chandelier while playing with a ball, Ismara suspended him naked from the ceiling, limbs spread eagle style. And every time it was night, she'd light up candles and wedge them onto his back, ass, and legs.

She'd then proceed to have dinner with her guests under him while they enjoyed him squirming from the dripping hot wax as their dinner entertainment.

But this time, this was beyond anything that he'd done before.

There were three things that Ismara loved the most. Gold, wine, and her dresses.

And now that Eldric had ruined so many of her clothes, he didn't even dare imagine what was going to happen to him.

Hidden in the wardrobe, Eldric had watched Harrow ravage every single one of his mother's holes with animalistic fervour. And together with Ismara's own moans, which were a symphony of debauchery, Edlric's cock betrayed him as it revealed just how much he enjoyed watching his mother being fucked.

Without being touched even once, his cock was like a geyser that just wouldn't stop.

Every spank that reddened Ismara's flesh, every wet kiss, every obscene pose that she made, and every loud moan, everything that Eldric saw made his cock quiver violently and cum involuntarily. 

Long lost count after number 27, Eldric had soaked the lace panties he had put on with his seed. The drenched and crusted fabric now clung onto his skin tightly. 

Due to this, in an attempt to keep his never ending cum from ruining the wardrobe, he made a makeshift cup using one of his mother's bras and placed it between his feet.

But even that wasn't enough.

His cum was relentless, filling the cup quickly until it overflowed, his semen spilled out onto the wardrobe' shelves. Her dresses, corsets, stockings, none of them were spared. 

And now as Ismara's eyes bore into his, Eldric's mind raced with the possibilities of his inevitable punishment. 

Would she make him make him lick them all clean?

Or maybe dress him in her clothes and parade her through the town?

As various such possibilities filled Eldric's head, his cock, the traitor that it was, betrayed him once again.

Twitching excitedly, it leaked a fresh batch of semen down his thighs. 

Seeing this, Ismara's smile further widened as she finally opened the wardrobe's doors.

Looking at Eldric from top to bottom, Ismara couldn't help but chuckle.

Soaked in sweat, her panties hiked onto his shoulders, and her bra a container for his cum, Eldric looked like the most pathetic display of depravity that Ismara had ever seen. And that was saying something, considering the depths of humiliation she experienced every single day.

With her voice as soft like silk, Ismara looked amused as she said, "You've really outdone yourself this time, Eldric."

Grabbing the makeshift bra-cup under him, she added, "You really are your father's son."

Eldric didn't know why, but hearing that made his face burn hot.

Dipping her finger in his semen, Ismara scoffed.

"Exactly like your father. Cock like a faucet, and piss like jizz."

"It's not even worth swallowing."

Saying so, she tossed the bra-cup on the floor.

Turning her attention back to Eldric. Leaning in, she asked him, "Tell me sweetie, did you enjoy the show? Did watching mommy's fuck-fest make your little worm squirm?"

Eldric's tongue refused to move, but his cock didn't.

It twitched as another dribble of watery-cum leaked down his thighs. 

"Oh-ho!"

Clapping her hands, Ismara said, "At least one part of you is honest."

Tracing her finger up Eldric's thighs, Ismara scooped up his cum. 

Plopping it inside her mouth, Ismara let out an exaggerated gag as she spit it back out.

"Ptui! Way too salty!"

Her hand shooting out, Ismara grabbed Eldric by the chin as she forced him to look her in the eyes.

"Tell me sweetie, is watching enough for you? Or do you want to do it as well?"

Her nail scratching his chin, she continued. 

"Do you want to ride mommy like Harrow did? Wreck my holes, make me squeal like a pig in heat and stuff me full of that pathetic piss-jizz?"

This time it wasn't just Eldric's cock that answered, his head moved as well.

Moving back and forth like an excited bobblehead, Eldric's hands eagerly reached out towards Ismara's tits.

But before he could touch them, Ismara swatted them away with her hands.

Smack! Smack!

"Don't even think about it, little shit."

Digging her nails into his sternum, Ismara coldly said, "Here's the deal, darling."

"Mommy is worth her weight in gold. And only those who can pay my price are allowed to touch me."

"Not pathetic little shits who leak from just watching their mommy getting fucked."

Seeing Eldric shudder, Ismara rolled her eyes, "Oh, don't look so heartbroken, sweetie."

"I'll make you a deal."

"You can fuck me when that pathetic little pinkie between your legs stops spurting like a ruptured pipe just from seeing me get rammed."

"But until then, this-."

Her hand trailing down, Ismara clenched her fingers around Eldric's balls through the soaked panty.

As Eldric yelped from her nails digging into his balls, Ismara continued, "-is under quarantine. No touching, no humping, and no stroking."

"And if I catch you breaking the rules... I'll have the seamstress sew your sack shut."

"That way, there won't be anymore of this disgusting leaking."

"Got it?"

Tears flowing down his cheeks, Eldric quickly nodded his head.

Releasing her grasp on his balls, Ismara wiped her hand on his chest.

"But don't worry, cutie."

Voice dipping with mock pity, she said, "Mommy's got a gift for you."

"This piss-jizz soaked closet is yours from now on."

Shutting the doors, Ismara said, "Since you like watching me so much, I'll let you watch how mommy is paying the bills, sweetie."

Blowing him a kiss, Ismara sauntered off with swaying hips.

"Welcome to the Family Business."

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When I got married, I planned on putting my life as a whore behind me once and for all. But that pinky-weenie husband of mine could never satisfy me, so I went back to spreading my legs for cash.

Hoping that at least the horny bastards who paid to fuck me would mange to satisfy me.

And when I gave birth to Eldric, I began dreaming that he'd grow up and became the man I always wanted. 

A sexy stud with a massive cock who would be able to fill my gaping holes. 

Someone who would ram my holes so hard, that I'd never need another cock to satisfy myself.

But once I found out that he was the same as his limp-dicked father, I decided that fucking for gold wasn't going to be enough anymore.

And while he was a let-down who could never make me cum, he sure did love watching as I got the shit fucked out of me.

Also, I finally began feeling a rush which no sex ever gave me. Getting pounded in front of Eldric is the best feeling ever. Knowing that I was being the Dirtiest Mommy in the world filled me with the most depraved thrill in existence.

And as the Dirtiest Mommy, it was only right that I gave him the best birthday gift a mother could give her son for his 16th Birthday.

I threw a week long birthday party for him and invited all of his friends over and let him watch as those horny brats fucked me senseless in every corner of the house and stuffed every single one of my holes with their sticky, hot loads.

And while I'm still surprised that I somehow didn't get pregnant even after an entire week of endless creampies, it was definitely one of the best weeks of my life.

And the weeklong fuckfest sure made my business explode as well.

It was like getting three birds with my three holes. 

I gave my son the best birthday party ever, had a lot of fun, and made a lot of money as well.

My son could never even make me wet, but his friends sure made me cum like a bitch.

- Ismara Vey