Mom Becomes a Cheating Slut addendum

Hi gang,

I think I'm going to end this story with Chapter 4. It does have a Chapter 5 but it is incomplete in the sense the author doesn't finish the story line. I didn't like how it was going anyway but it was requested I finish it so I have.

I don't know what I'll put up next.

I'm not in the best of moods tonight. I tried contacting an old school friend and she was still at her email address but didn't respond to a long message sent out early Friday morning. Maybe she had stuff to do over the weekend and she couldn't get to a response. But, ya know, with cell phones and whatnot at least she could have said something like "Really busy this weekend, will write next week." and that took me 5 seconds to write.

I'm a bit pissed off. I don't have many friends locally and I needed her advice and council.

Alone again,
Kara

Mom Becomes a Cheating Slut Chapter 04

Mom Becomes a Cheating Slut Chapter 04

by sex4every1

Off course we weren't so lucky with the seating arrangement on the flight home; we had three adjacent seats, practically in the middle of the plane. Luckily, mom had pretty much drained me for some time and besides, my mind was preoccupied with Lizzy, whom – I was ashamed to admit – I had largely forgotten about during the entire holiday. Due to the late departure time, it was time to go to sleep by the time the plane had finally taken off. With the whole plane completely darkened, except for some minor orientation lights, we all drifted off to sleep pretty quickly.

Mom Becomes A Cheating Slut Chapter 03

Mom Becomes A Cheating Slut Chapter 03

by sex4every1

We got back to the apartment, me with just a towel wrapped around me and mom naked as the day she was born. Luckily dad wasn’t back yet from his scouting tour as mom’s clothes were still on the living room floor where she had left them. As she came down her adrenaline-high from the torrid fucking she'd endured, mom did some soul-searching for the next hour. I followed her everywhere, even into the bathroom while she was taking a shower. Since there was no longer any embarrassment between us, I watched her take an extensive shower and rub herself down with scented oils afterwards. With just a towel wrapped around her wet hair, she looked at me – sitting on the edge of the bath tub watching her every move – and rubbed her hands together for about twenty seconds to get rid of the excess of oils. After looking into my eyes for several seconds, she whispered, "Come here," as she got down on her knees. I walked over to her and looked down at her as she fished my erection out of my boxers and guided it to her mouth; for the next several minutes, mom's sucking was the only sound in the bathroom. It was a slow and delicate blowjob which was clearly emotionally charged; the both of us had had all the nasty and wild sex we were going to have for that day. This wasn't just carnal desire, this was a passionate act. Anyway, she finished me off and swallowed the small amount of cum I could spare and kept kissing and licking my cock head until it was too small to handle.

Vignette 02

Hi gang,

I'm up late, cataloging all my porn on disk. Far too much stuff. Anyway here's a snippet for your pleasure. Can you tell me the story title this comes from?

Kara

Mom Becomes a Cheating Slut Chapter 02

Mom Becomes a Cheating Slut Chapter 02

by sex4every1

Part I: The Cab Ride

I kept on smiling all the way to the transit area, thinking that maybe this holiday wasn't going to be so bad after all! It took us a little over half an hour to get through customs and another fifteen minutes to get to conveyer belt A-3 which the screens indicated would be bringing our luggage in from the plane. Unfortunately there were already two more planes unloading their luggage in front of us, using the same conveyer belt and taking their sweet time in doing so. After standing amongst hundreds of other passengers for about ten minutes, mom was getting impatient; when our eyes met, she signaled me to meet up with her, away from the crowd.

Update for April 3, 2015

Hi gang,

I'm typing with only nine fingers right now since yesterday I sliced a huge gash into the tip of my right middle finger while washing a newly professionally sharpened chef's knife. It shocked me more than it hurt and I think that was due to the incredible sharpeness of the blade. After an hour it was still bleeding so my family took me to the doc's, me still in my fuzzy pjs with a bloody paper towel wrapped finger, and they glued the skin together rather than stitching it up. That was a happy thing right there!