From Thug To Pornstar: I Reincarnated As Jonny Sins, So What! Chapter 103 - 104: Mummy Is Submissive

It’s done then," Michael said with finality. "We will create our own prom."

"Rad," Frederick said excitedly.

"And Mom will chauffeur us around, won’t you Mom?" he asked.

"Of course, son," I replied, obediently, "it will be fun to see you studs dressed so sexy. I can be you two studs prom date."

Frederick’s face went red and I pushed it a shade further when I added, walking over to a bewildered Frederick, "Plus? There is sothing so sexy about a boy in a tux that really gets revved up."

I winked at Frederick and disappeared upstairs leaving Frederick with a pretty impressive tent in his trousers.

.....

That night as Michael fucked in the ass, his favorite before bedti activity, he asked, as my moans of ecstasy implied my orgasm was on the rise, "Will Mommy obey every order?"

I moaned without hesitation, willing to do whatever my son ordered to do, "Oh God, yes, I am yours to do as you please."

His strong hands grabbed my hips and held in place, his perfect cock deep in . "You will do whatever I say?" he questioned.

"Fuck Michael, yes, whatever you want," I replied, frustrated at being denied the hard fucking I was craving.

As he started fucking again, Michael asked, "Would you like to take Frederick’s virginity?"

I moaned, his cock feeling so good pumping in and out of my ass, "Is that what my big boy wants? Does he want his Mommy-slut to fuck his friend?"

"Now that you ask that is exactly what I want you to do," my son inford , his tone not as playful as mine.

I looked him in the eye the best I could since I was on all fours and his hands were firmly on my hips as he fucked my back door. "Are you serious, Michael?"

"Deadly," he smiled, revealing his plan to . "We are going to have our own prom that includes what a prom usually does."

"Dancing," I quipped, trying to be funny.

"Fucking," Michael countered smacking my ass.

"You have put so thought into this already," I smiled, the naughty ideas in my son’s dirty mind both exciting and scaring .

"You ever been double penetrated Mommy?" he asked, as casual as if he was asking if I had ever been to Europe.

He slamd into my ass and sat there, his big cock lodged deep in my ass. I moaned, "No, that would be a first for ."

"Ever fantasized about it?" he questioned.

"Of course, baby," I replied, wiggling my ass trying to get him back to fucking .

"You will obey whatever I order you to do, Mommy-slut?" he asked again, as he gave one quick, hard in and out.

"Fuuuuck, yes," I scread, adding, "I will fuck Frederick, baby, if that is what you want."

"Good slut," Michael said before returning to pounding from behind.

The thought of being a slut for my son’s best friend suddenly excited . I moaned, "Oh yes, baby, let mommy be a slut for Frederick."

"Co now Mommy," he grunted as I felt his sticky seed explode in my ass.

I obeyed, letting the rising tide wash over , the thought of being a virgin taker raced through my mind.

Pulling out, his white spunk leaking out of my well-fucked ass, he collapsed on the bed and looked in the eye. "I am serious, I want you to let Frederick fuck you."

"I see," I weakly acknowledged as I slowly recovered from my orgasm. "Do you want him to know you’re a Mother-fucker?"

"I don’t know yet, I think so. It is a fucking amazing secret I am dying to tell soone," he said, shy nerdy Michael surfacing again.

"I do have a career to protect," I pointed out.

"I know," Michael said, contemplating my words.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Michael promised, "I got it covered, Mommy."

He wrapped his arms around and even though the thought of the truth coming out scared , I trusted him unconditionally.

...

Prom was May 14th and Michael as promised had co up with a plan. I was just finishing putting on my mocha thigh highs, when Michael ca in the room dressed in a tux, looking hot as Hell, the spitting image of his father. Although I always thought my son was handso, the tux had moved him to a whole other level. He was downright sexy. He ca behind , squeezed my ass and said confidently, "So, I have decided what I expect from you tonight, Mommy."

I turn around in just my bra, panties and thigh highs and asked, my hand reaching for his cock, "And what would that be, sexy?"

"I want you to flirt excessively with Frederick at the restaurant under the table," he replied.

"Hmmmmm," I said.

He smiled, putting his hands on my shoulders and guiding to my very regular submissive position.

Without instructions, I retrieved his cock from his trousers and stroked him gently. "You are such a naughty boy whoring your mother out like this," I teased, before asking, "Can I have an appetizer?"

"Of course," he smirked, as I opened my mouth and took his cock in my mouth.

Knowing ti was of the essence before we would have to leave, I bobbed back and forth hungrily wanting to taste his addictive seed. As I sucked his cock like a dirty slut, Michael continued explaining his plans for . "Then I want you to give Frederick a hand job."

I suddenly stopped sucking and took my son’s eight inches of at out of my mouth and asked, "Really?"

"Yes," he said, adding, "Until he cos."

"How am I going to make that happen?" I asked, unable to fathom how to accomplish such a task.

"That is for you to figure out, Mommy-slut," Michael smirked, "now get back to work."

Over the past two weeks, Michael had beco more dominant and his expectations of had increased. The line between son and Dom no longer fazed him and his treatnt of had beco bolder. Acknowledging my role in this power shift, I replied, "Yes, Master," and took his cock back in my mouth.

As I went for the kill, Michael continued, "Lastly, I trust Frederick and know he will keep our dirty little secret. So you are going to take Frederick’s virginity and get your first double penetration tonight."

The thought of Frederick knowing scared , yet the thought of allowing Michael to have unconditional control over was exhilarating. I continued my furious assault on his cock and was rewarded with a load of my son’s sweet seed, plus getting double penetrated had always been a fantasy of mine, one that Michael now was clearly obsessed with, since an earlier conversation on the subject.

Once I had retrieved every last drop, I allowed his cock to slip out of my mouth and asked from my submissive position, "You are sure you can trust Frederick?"

"Do you trust ?" Michael asked, as he put his cock away for the ti being.

"Of course, with all my heart and soul, you own , Michael," I replied, aning every word.

"Then trust ," he smiled, pulling up. "I love you and would never do anything to hurt you."

He kissed passionately, like two lovers would do. It was soft and tender, yet with the hungry passion of a young couple in love.

Twenty-five minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant. It was obvious that Frederick was obsessed with my very generous cleavage as he continually took quick glances, which he thought were sly and discreet, but where anything but. We were seated and I surprised Frederick when I said, "Slide over, good looking," and sat beside him instead of the obvious choice, my son.

"Kkkkk," he said, his face flushing at both my complint and my hand on his leg as I sat down, pretending to use his leg for balance.

"Thanks sweetie," I smiled, sitting down and giving his leg a squeeze.

"N-n-no problem," he stamred, adorably flustered.

I ordered a bottle of wine, yes, they were underage, but when you know the owner, such trivialities are overlooked. I was hoping the wine would help by giving an excuse for what was about to happen and also relax a bit as the task at hand was still a bit nerve-wracking.

Once we had ordered our als, I made a toast, "To the best prom ever."

The boys concurred and after tinkling glasses, they each drank their wine and made the first ti drinking wine face, then tried to hide it...which was hilarious.

As we ate our salads a few minutes later, our first glasses of wine almost done, I put my hand on Frederick’s leg again, this ti not moving it away. His eyes went big as he tried to process what was occurring. Michael smiled knowingly.

I chatted with my son casually as my hand slowly slithered towards his best friend’s cock. I was worried Frederick would pass out as he seed to be holding his breath.

Amused by Frederick’s bewildernt, I moved my hand directly to his fully erect, and seemingly impressive, cock. He let out a gasp.

Michael asked, "You ok, Frederick?"

"Y-y-yes, f-f-fine," Frederick stamred, as my hand rested on his cock.

Entertaining myself, I added, the innuendo obvious to all, "So Frederick, what is up?"

"W-w-what?" he stamred, as I rubbed his cock through his pants.

The waiter arrived with our main course ending poor Frederick’s focused attention, although my hand lingered there, a constant tease.

Once our als were placed before us, I gave Frederick one final squeeze before returning my hand to the table. We ate mostly in silence each of us thinking different, yet similar thoughts.

I gave Michael a nod and on cue as we finished dinner and he said, "I need to go to the washroom."

Seconds after my son was gone and I imdiately went to work. I returned my hand to Frederick’s cock and after giving it a firm squeeze, I began to unzip his pants. "Frederick dear, is it ok if I get so desert from you?"

"M-M-Ms. Lodge," he stamred again, overwheld by my suggestion.

"Yes," I smiled, fishing his fully erect cock out from his still buckled trousers.

"W-w-what are y-y-you doing, Ms. L-L-Lodge," Frederick stuttered, looking around.

Sitting in the back like we were, no one could see my hand stroking his cock. "Just getting so dessert, baby," I purred.

"Oh God," he moaned, watching frozen delight.

"Do you find sexy, Frederick?" I asked, demurely.

"Y-y-yes," he moaned.

"Would you like to suck your cock, baby," I purred, as I continued stroking his cock.

"W-w-what?" he gasped at my shocking question.

Ignoring his rhetorical question, I continued, "Or would you rather fuck ?"

"Aaaaah," he groaned a mont later and I felt the warm liquid coat my hand as I continued pumping his pulsing cock.

"Hmmmm, I’ll take that as a yes, baby," I smiled, as I let go of his cock and moved my hand to my mouth. He watched in stunned silence as I licked his cum from my hand and swallowed it. "Hmmmm, delicious, I think I may need a bedti snack later tonight."

"I-I-I," he babbled.

Becoming the slut my son wanted to be, I went further than instructed as I said, "Ohhhh, I missed so." I bent down and quickly swallowed Frederick’s big cock in one quick deep throat before just as quickly sitting back up. "Fuck baby, I bet you must have to beat the girls off with a stick, with such a sweet cock."

Before he could reply, Michael returned to the table and asked, seeing my devious smile, "Did I miss anything?"

"Oh, no," I purred, "I was just getting to know your best friend better." I glanced down and saw Frederick awkwardly putting his cock away.

"Really?" Michael said, "What did you learn?"

"That’s my delicious little secret," I quipped, at which Frederick gasped.

Frederick gasped and stamred, "I-I-I have to go the washroom."

I moved out so he could slide out of the booth giving his ass a sly squeeze as he moved past .

He let out another gasp and was gone and I burst out laughing.

"Obviously, you completed task one," Michael deducted.