My Mom's Fan Page: Part One
- Lisa X Lopez
- 5 hours ago
- 11 min read
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Discovery
Rodney spent the whole drive home from campus with his hand jammed between his legs, squeezing his cock through his jeans, trying to keep from blowing a load in his pants. His brain was a filthy blender of every sick scenario he’d ever jerked off to, all starring his own mother. He’d been binging on incest porn for months, and every new video just made him hornier for Dana. Now she was single, freshly divorced, and the house was just the two of them. No dad to cockblock him. No rules left. Just Rodney, his slutty mom, and the chance that maybe, just maybe, he could finally live out the kind of depravity he’d only dared to watch on his phone.
He pulled into the driveway of the sad little post-divorce house, paint flaking off the corners, the grass a jungle. Every inch of the place screamed that his dad was gone, but Rodney couldn’t have cared less. All he could think about was the throbbing bulge in his jeans, his cock straining so hard it hurt. He grabbed his duffel, trying to remember the lines he’d practiced—some bullshit compliment about how hot she looked, maybe a joke, anything to see if she’d bite. Anything to see if his mom was as much of a slut as the women in his videos.
The front door groaned open and Rodney stepped into dead silence. No TV, no clatter from the kitchen, just the kind of emptiness that made every step echo. He dumped his bag and held his breath. Then he heard it—a low, slutty moan floating down from upstairs. His cock jumped, swelling against his zipper, his brain instantly picturing his mom with her legs spread, fingers buried in her cunt. Was she really up there getting herself off? Was he about to catch his own mother in the act?
Rodney crept toward the stairs, every step slow and shaky, his heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything else. The moans got louder, filthier, a woman’s voice gasping and panting, mixed with the unmistakable slap of wet flesh. His mouth went dry. His cock throbbed, the zipper grinding into the sensitive tip. This was it. His mom was upstairs, probably with her fingers stuffed in her pussy, and he was about to walk in and see it all.
At the top of the stairs, her bedroom door was wide open. The noises were even filthier up close—loud moans, desperate gasps, the wet slap of skin on skin. Rodney’s legs dragged him forward, even though every sane part of him was screaming to stop. He was panting, his cock drooling pre-cum into his boxers, so hard it felt like it might snap. His whole body buzzed with sick, desperate need.
Then he was at the doorway, and he froze.
Dana was sprawled naked on the bed, tits bouncing wildly as she writhed under the weight of a man. Her long dark hair was a mess on the pillow, her mouth wide open, moaning like a porn star. But she wasn’t alone. Rob—Rodney’s best friend since forever—was on top of her, both hands mauling her tits, squeezing and slapping the soft flesh as he rammed his cock between her spread legs. One hand grabbed a fistful of her ass, yanking her down onto his cock with every brutal thrust.
Rodney’s guts twisted. Rob. His best fucking friend. The guy he’d played video games with, shared secrets with, trusted with everything. And now Rob was balls-deep in his mother, pounding her like a cheap whore, grunting as he fucked her harder and harder. Dana was eating it up, clawing red lines down Rob’s back, her legs locked around his waist, dragging him deeper into her cunt.
The room was filled with the disgusting, wet slap of their fucking—slick, obscene, impossible to tune out. Dana’s pussy made loud, sloppy noises every time Rob’s cock slammed into her, the sound echoing all the way to the doorway. Rob groaned, his fingers digging into her tits and ass, grabbing her like she was his property. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Rob grunted, voice thick and hungry. Dana just gasped, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent scream.
Rodney was frozen, glued to the spot, his brain short-circuiting. Every part of him screamed to run, to get the fuck out, to stop watching his best friend destroy his mother’s pussy. But his cock wouldn’t let him. He was harder than he’d ever been in his life, his dick throbbing so hard it hurt, the denim grinding against the head with every shaky breath, sending sick jolts of pleasure through his body.
He hated every second of it. Hated himself for getting off on it. Hated Rob for fucking his mom. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Dana’s moans grew louder, more frantic. Rob shifted his angle, driving into her with brutal efficiency, his thick cock disappearing into her again and again. Her breasts jiggled with the force of it, her nipples hard and flushed. Rob leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as Dana arched her back, crying out. “Yes, yes, fuck me harder,” she gasped, her voice raw and desperate.
Rodney’s fists balled up, nails biting into his palms. His eyes stung, but he refused to cry. Betrayal burned in his chest, hot and sick, but underneath it all was something even worse—he was so fucking turned on he could barely stand it. His cock throbbed in time with Rob’s thrusts, leaking pre-cum and soaking his underwear. The pleasure was building, his balls tightening, his whole body ready to explode.
No. No, not like this.
But it was too late. Rodney’s body locked up, his cock jerking and unloading in his pants. He bit his lip to keep from moaning as he shot a pathetic load into his underwear, hot cum soaking the fabric and sticking to his skin. He stood there, shaking, fists clenched, eyes burning, humiliated by how easily his body had betrayed him. The pleasure was sharp, filthy, tangled up with his grief and rage until he couldn’t tell which was which.
Neither Rob nor Dana noticed him. They were lost in each other, too consumed by their fucking to see the shadow in the doorway. Rob’s grunts grew louder, more urgent. Dana’s cries pitched higher. Rodney watched, frozen in his own shame, as Rob slammed into her one last time and came with a guttural groan, his body going rigid as he emptied himself inside her.
Rodney turned and fled.
He staggered back to his room, legs jelly, his cum-soaked pants sticking to his thighs. He slammed the door and slumped against it, chest heaving, brain spinning. What the fuck had just happened? What kind of loser watches his best friend fuck his mom and blows his load in his jeans like some virgin?
He yanked off his jeans and underwear, wincing at the sticky mess. His cock was still half-hard, smeared with his own cum. He should have been disgusted, should have been pissed. But all he could see in his head was Dana’s tits bouncing, her mouth open, Rob’s hands all over her, fucking her like she was his personal whore.
Rodney flopped onto his bed, his hand already wrapped around his sticky cock before he could even think. He started stroking, slow at first, replaying every filthy detail—Dana’s legs wide open, Rob’s fat cock slamming into her, the disgusting wet noises, her moans, the way she begged for more like a total slut. His grip tightened, his strokes got faster, shame and lust twisting together until he couldn’t tell them apart.
He shot another load in minutes, cum splattering across his stomach as he groaned into his pillow, his whole body shaking. Afterward, he just lay there in the mess, staring at the ceiling, chest hollow and aching. This wasn’t the fantasy. This was fucked. But his cock was already twitching again, and he knew—he fucking knew—he’d be jerking off to this for days.
***
In the days after, Rodney watched his mom turn into a total cocktease. Dana had always been hot—he’d known it in that guilty, fucked-up way sons sometimes do—but now she was showing it off. She strutted around in yoga pants that clung to her ass like a second skin, sports bras that barely held in her tits, crop tops that showed off her flat, tight stomach. Every move was on purpose, her hips swinging like she wanted every cock in the neighborhood staring at her.
She’d been hitting the gym nonstop since the divorce, and it showed. Her thighs were thick and tight, her ass round and high, the kind of body that made guys drool. Her arms were toned, her shoulders strong, but still soft enough to look fuckable. Every time she bent over or reached for something, Rodney’s eyes locked onto her ass or the outline of her pussy. Her clothes barely hid anything—half the time her nipples were poking through her sports bra, hard and begging for attention, and Rodney couldn’t stop staring no matter how hard he tried.
Rodney was half-hard all the time now. His cock twitched every time Dana walked by, every time she stretched in the living room or leaned over the counter, her tits almost spilling out. He tried to look away, but it was useless. She was everywhere, and she knew exactly what she was doing. The smug little smirk she gave him when she caught him staring said it all—she loved teasing him.
One afternoon, Rodney overheard her on the phone in her bedroom. The door was cracked open, and he paused in the hallway, unable to resist eavesdropping. “Yeah, the new content is going up tonight,” Dana said, her voice light and cheerful. “My subscribers are going to love it. The last video got so many comments.” She laughed, a sound that was both playful and knowing. “Trust me, they’re getting their money’s worth.”
Rodney’s stomach flipped. Subscribers? Content? No fucking way. But it all made sense—Dana glued to her phone, smirking at every notification, fingers flying over the screen. She’d vanish into her room for hours, door locked, music on, probably filming herself getting off for strangers. The phone call was just the final nail.
His mom had a fan page. His own mother was showing off her tits and pussy for strangers online.
The realization hit him like a sledgehammer, but right behind the shock was a wave of sick, dizzying arousal. His cock swelled in his pants, throbbing as he pictured what she was posting—nudes, videos, maybe even getting fucked by random guys on camera. He should have been disgusted, should have been furious, but all it did was make him harder. He adjusted his cock and bolted to his room before she could catch him spying.
The teasing got even worse. Dana seemed to love rubbing up against him, her tits or ass brushing his body in the hallway or kitchen. She’d bend over right in front of him, ass sticking out, the shape of her pussy clear through her yoga pants. “Oops, sorry, honey,” she’d say, grinning like she knew exactly what she was doing.
One night, she strolled past him in nothing but a towel, fresh from the shower, wet hair plastered to her shoulders. Water dripped down her cleavage, vanishing between her tits. Rodney’s mouth went dry, his cock instantly rock hard. Dana paused, looked back over her shoulder, and smirked. “You okay, sweetie? You look a little flushed.” Her eyes dropped to the bulge in his pants, then she strutted away, hips swinging, leaving him standing there with his fists clenched and his cock aching.
He was jerking off nonstop now, totally out of control. Every little thing Dana did became jerk-off material. He replayed her teasing, her slutty moves, the way her tits and ass looked in those tight clothes. He came thinking about her fan page, picturing her getting railed by strangers for money. The shame just made him hornier.
Then came the morning in the kitchen.
Rodney stumbled downstairs early, half-asleep, just a t-shirt and boxers on, desperate for coffee. He turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped dead, his brain shorting out at the sight in front of him.
Dana was on her knees, totally naked, mouth stuffed full of their neighbor Mark’s cock. Mark stood over her, one hand yanking her hair, the other braced on the counter as he fucked her face with slow, deep thrusts. His thick cock vanished between her lips over and over, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, eyes watering from the effort.
Mark glanced up and saw Rodney standing there. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. Instead, he grinned, his hand tightening in Dana’s hair as he shoved his cock deeper, making her gag slightly. “Hey, champ,” Mark said casually, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. “Why don’t you start some coffee? I’ll be finished feeding this slut pretty soon.”
Rodney’s legs turned to jelly. His mouth hung open, but nothing came out. His cock, the little traitor, was already stiffening in his boxers, tenting the fabric. He should have said something, done something, but all he could do was stand there and watch Mark fuck his mom’s mouth.
Dana’s eyes met Rodney’s. No shame, no embarrassment—just a wicked little glint, daring him to keep watching. Her lips stayed locked around Mark’s cock, tongue swirling underneath, never breaking eye contact. She wanted him to see her like this. She wanted him to know she was a cock-hungry slut now.
“Coffee, champ,” Mark repeated, his voice firmer now, almost commanding. “Get on it.”
Rodney moved like a robot, his body on autopilot while his brain screamed at him to run. He fumbled with the coffee maker, hands shaking, pouring water and scooping grounds. Behind him, the kitchen was filled with the disgusting sounds of his mom sucking cock—slurping, gagging, the wet smack of her lips on Mark’s dick. Mark’s grunts got louder, Dana’s muffled moans mixing in.
Rodney’s cock throbbed against his boxers, the head leaking pre-cum and soaking the fabric. Humiliation burned in his chest, but it was tangled up with so much arousal he could barely breathe. He kept sneaking glances over his shoulder, watching Mark’s cock vanish down Dana’s throat, her lips mashed against his pubes, nose buried in hair.
“That’s it, take it all,” Mark groaned, his hips jerking as he held her head in place. Dana’s eyes watered, her hands gripping his thighs for balance, but she didn’t pull away. She took it, gagging and choking but never stopping, her throat contracting around his shaft.
The coffee maker sputtered to life, stupidly normal while Mark was face-fucking Dana right there on the floor. Rodney stood there, cock throbbing, fists clenched, mind spinning. He should have done something, told Mark to fuck off, but he just stood there, paralyzed by shame and sick, twisted arousal, watching his mom get used like a cum dump in their kitchen.
Mark’s breathing quickened, his thrusts growing erratic. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his hand tightening in Dana’s hair. Dana moaned around his cock, her eyes fluttering shut as Mark slammed into her one last time and came with a loud groan. His cock pulsed, flooding her mouth with cum, and Dana swallowed obediently, her throat working as she took every drop.
When Mark finally yanked his cock out, Dana sat back on her heels, wiping cum and spit from her lips. Her chest was heaving, nipples hard and red, her whole body shining with sweat. She looked up at Mark, grinning like she’d just won a prize, then shot Rodney a look full of smug amusement.
Mark tucked his cock back into his pants and stretched, completely at ease. He walked over to Rodney and clapped him on the back, the gesture patronizing and dismissive all at once. “Good man,” he said with a grin. “Thanks for the coffee.”
Then Mark was gone, front door slamming, leaving Rodney alone with his naked, cum-dripping mother. Dana stood up, totally unfazed by being naked, and sauntered past him to pour herself coffee. Her ass swayed, her whole body oozing cocky, slutty confidence.
Rodney just stood there, his hard-on obvious, brain wiped blank. The coffee pot dripped, stupid and loud. He couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, just stood there, humiliated and horny, as it all sank in.
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