Ok, so this might turn out to sound like I'm just venting or ranting, but I really hope that this could become a helpful thread for the younger users on here that still live at home with their moms. I honestly hope that you can learn from my (and other's) mistakes and regrets. Because if you are anything like me, you probably don't even realize what an incredible situation you are in right now.

To my defense, I only discovered the mommy-bully/cuckson-fetish AFTER I had moved out of the house, but still, one of my biggest regrets in life is that I had the chance to make this fantasy (at least to some degree) come true, and I just completely missed it. It's even more frustrating because in hindsight, I feel like I always had vague feelings of this nature, but I just wasn't able to define them or put a name on it - until I found out there was an entire specific genre and fetish about this, when it was too late.

So here are some of my thoughts, regrets, take-aways etc.:

1. If you are on this site AND still live at home, you are lucky. Really lucky. Because you can define it. You know what you want and you also know that you are not alone, that this isn't just you, but that there are many other sons out there that feel the exact same way, and would actually do anything to be able turn back time, so they could be in the exact situation you are in right now.

2. You will never be this close and therefore this influential to your mom again. You are living under the same roof, you see each other and talk to each other every day. Your chances and opportunities won't ever become better than this. You can literally invite anyone over and introduce them to your mom, because you share a home. Just think about that. You can basically introduce your mom to any guy you want, just by saying he's your friend/study partner/tutor/whatever. No questions asked. You can sit them down together, make up some excuse and leave the room. Just your mom and some guy you randomly introduce her to, sitting alone in a room IN HER HOUSE together. It would be so fucking easy! Once you move out, that's over. It wouldn't be impossible to archieve but much more complicated and I doubt it would ever feel as casual and natural.

3. As I said, living at home also means that you get to see her and talk to her every day. You can drop hints and comments about your friends praising her looks or calling her attractive, or even you yourself can compliment her on her outfits, make-up, hairstyles etc. You can actually encourange her to slowly dress more revealing over time. You get to influence her on a daily basis AND you get to observe her reaction to it in real time, and adjust to it accordingly. You might be thinking that it would be strange to praise her looks or even talk about your friends/classmates etc. praising them, if it's something you don't usually do, but just think about it, how would your mom not be happy to receive compliments that makes her feel attactive and good about herself? Also, it's not just her looks you can talk about it. It's so much more. You can touch on all kinds of topics like your 'friend' hooking up with a woman close to her age or hearing about an affair between a mother and her son's classmate, and subtly adding that you think that there's nothing fundamentally wrong with that. You get the idea. You have a daily, face-to-face 'influence' on her. Once you move out, that's over.

4. There are other things besides talking as well: 'Accidentally' leaving a browser tab open with MILF porn, or 'accidentally' making her see pictures of your muscular 'friends', maybe even showing them to her after mentioning that they were talking about how pretty she was etc. Watching a movie with a love story between an older woman and a teenager, when she is around, or with her. You get the idea. Again, once you move out, these things won't be as easy and natural to pull off.

5. Ok, so you might be thinking that you don't have any guys to introduce to your mom. Maybe because they are your friends and would never act on it, or because you are not sure if they are interested in your mom that way, or because you are not friends with them and it would be strange to invite them over, the list goes on. Well, this is a big one: You could literally just ask someone to make a move on your mom. Yes, I know it's bold and much easier said than done, but hear me out. Asssuming your mom does qualify as a MILF in the broadest sense (not pornstar standards), isn't it actually more likely than not that a young horny alpha male would be happy to try to fuck your mom? Especially if you promise to assist him, increasing his chances? Yeah, he might find it weird but wouldn't he do it despite it or actually maybe even precisely because out it? Just to have done it? Just so he can say that he once fucked his classmate's/friend's/whatever's MILF mom? I'm not saying you should walk around asking any guy you see to fuck your mom but I am sure that you can think of someone you know that you could actually imagine saying yes to this. Even if it would be uncomfortable and humiliating to ask, if you really think about it, in the end he will probably say yes.

6. Last one for now: I can totally understand that it would be uncomfortable to ask. You probabaly worry about the consquences. Will he laugh at you? Will he tell his friend's? Or in case you are friends, will he stop being your friend? Again, the list goes on. But here is a very important thing to remember: You are still young and life will eventually go on. Trust me. Anything you do right now is not as important as you think. The other kids you fear making fun of you for asking someone to fuck your mom or maybe rumours spreading about you and your mom, whatever you worry is - it's not as important as you think. In just a few years, most of these people, yes, even a lot of your friends, will be out of your life and you won't ever have to see them again, if you don't want to. You will go on with your life and so will they. They will probably forget that any of this happened, and worst case scenario it will be some funny anecdote they will remember and chuckle about once every few years at a class reunion or something. I hope you get the point. It doesn't matter as much as you think right now.

But what does matter is that you will at least know that you tried to make this fantasy come true. That you won't have to wonder and regret that you missed the opportunities when you had them. That you can proudly say that you tried to give your mom the opportunity to feel young and sexy again, even if in the end she didn't take it. The beauty of all of this is, that you can adjust on the go. You can see how she responds to all of it in real-time, and you could stop anytime you want. But this right now is your window of time to make the attempt, because -this is important as well- your mom will get older and therefore unfortunately she will become less fuckable. That's just the hard truth.  You don't want to look back in a few years and feel like "Back then all of my friends would have fucked her for sure but now maybe not". And maybe not even because your mom's older but they will be as well. They won't be horny teenagers anymore. And best case scenario is: You will be the one lucky son, that took his chance when he had it and made his fantasy come true, unlike the rest of us poor bastards who forever be stuck in the deeply frustrating state of "What if...". Please don't be like me, and look back with deep regret in a few years. Instead please be the lucky cuckson that helped his mom embrace her sexuality and become a good slut for other men.

Please share your thoughts, comments, advice etc. If we can help just one cuckson make his dream come true, it will be worth it.

writer,

can you tell us when the next chapter is gonna be out ?

Thank you all for your positive feedback! I'm glad you seem to like the story.

I think Chapter 2 will take a bit until it's ready. I have it mostly mapped out in my head but the writing process itself is still new to me and a lot more time consuming than I expected, but I will work on it in my free time and publish it when it's done!

As the subject line suggests, this is a yet to be titled first attempt at a story. Would be happy to receive some feedback.  If you find any typos etc. I'd be happy to be made aware. Also as a side note, this story might (turn out to) show some similarity to the very highly recommended "Conflicted" by cuckson(writer), since it has been a huge inspiration.

-CHAPTER 1-

Fiona had just finished unloading the dishwasher when she heard the front door open.

"Julien, is that you?" she asked from the kitchen.

"Yeah, mom... I'm home..." her son answered hesitantly. She could sense that something had happened again. Over the last few weeks she had become very aware to pick up on Julien's mood when he came back from school. She couldn't believe that it had happened again. She shut the dishwasher and anxiously headed to the door.

"Hey, sweetie, was everything alright at schoo-... Oh dear God!" she gasped when she saw the teenage boy standing at the entrance. His face and his t-shirt were covered in dirt. His jeans had muddy stains around the knees. His hair looked like it had been in a tornado. As she rushed closer she discovered a small cut on his lip.

"What happened this time?!" she exclaimed.

Julien did not respond. Instead he just stood in silence and stared at the floor. Fiona sighed and turned around. She came back with a warm towel and started to clean his face. He winced when she cleansed the area around his cut lip.

"Oh, I know, it must hurt, sweetie! I'm sorry!" she said and gently held his head in place. She handed him the towel to clean the rest of his face off himself. She could see that he was holding back his tears. Seeing him like this reminded her of that one time, in kindergarten, when he had been pushed by a bigger boy on the playground. When she went to pick him up he immediatly burst out in tears and cried for the whole drive home. He looked like that little boy from kindergarten now. Only now the boy was to embarrassed to cry in front of his mom. She rubbed his shoulder and made a second attempt. "Please, sweetie, just tell me what happened. Just tell me."

"Nothing."

"Oh Julien, not again! This is not nothing! Was it him again? Please just tell me!"

"Well, what do you think happened, mom?!" he cried out loud, but then seemed to feel bad for raising his voice at her, and quietly added "Yes, it was Aiden, okay?"

"No, not okay." Fiona said in a cold, eerily calm voice, that signaled her anger. "I'm going over there."

"N-No! No, mom! Mom, please just leave it alone!" her son howled in a squeaky voice, on the verge of crying.

"No, Julien! This is unacceptable!" Fiona responed sternly, as she grabbed her purse and the car keys from the dresser at the entrance. "He promised that he would leave you alone."

She slipped into her short black heels, and opened the door.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. But I have to do something about this." she said as she stood in the doorway and looked back at her son, who was giving her a desperate look with his dirty face and teary eyes.

"Mom!"

"It's going to be alright." she said and shut the door.

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Fiona checked her face in the rearview mirror, then reached for her purse and slightly refreshed her light makeup, before getting out of the car. She walked across the street and entered the apartment building. She adjusted her blouse in the mirror in the elevator and got off on the 4th floor. She walked down the hallway and rang the doorbell. Then she rang it again.

Finally, Aiden opened up. His hair was wet and he was wearing nothing but a bath towel around his waist. Fiona was startled but kept her composure. The teenager didn't seem surprised at all to find an irritated middle aged woman standing at his doorstep. Instead he quite blatently looked her up and down, gazing over her modest floral blouse, her slim fit jeans, her short heels and her wedding ring. He smirked and said "I had a feeling that you would come visit today, Fiona. Or pardon me, 'Mrs. Miller'."

"Do you think this is funny?!" Fiona yelled, but then realized that she was still standing in the hallway, and lowered her voice. "We had an agreement."

"Yeah, why don't you come in first? Don't wanna bother the neighbours."

She nodded, slightly embarrassed, and stepped inside. It didn't look as messy as the last time, but still it was far from tidy. Her eyes wandered over piles of laudry, stacked pizza boxes and empty beer bottles.

"I presume your father isn't around?" she asked.

"Nah, told you, he's been crashing at his girlfriend's place. Come in."

She followed her son's bully to the living room couch. She was reminded of how tall he was, as she glanced at his broad shoulders and his muscular back from behind. She wondered if he was going to put on a shirt. He wasn't. They took the same places as last time: Fiona on the left side of the couch, Aiden on the right.

"So, what's up?" he asked, obviously playing dumb.

"We had an agreement, Aiden. You promised me that you would leave him alone."

"Which I did." he answered and, before Fiona could object, clarified "For two weeks."

She looked at him for a few moments, trying to figure out if he was joking, then blurted out "Are you serious right now?!"

"Yeah, I am."

"We had an agreem-..."

"What? You thought that half-assed, lazy blowjob would buy the idiot a lifetime pass?"

Fiona didn't know what to say. She was stunned. She felt angry at her son's bully for breaking his promise. She felt frustrated by his smugness, his blatant rudeness which he expressed so casually. She felt naive for trusting him. She felt stupid for actually believing that she had resolved the matter. She also felt offended by her son being called an idiot. But maybe, if she was being completely honest, most of all, she felt hurt by Aiden using the words 'half-assed' and 'lazy' when describing the blowjob she had given him on this very couch two weeks ago. Had he not enjoyed it?

"Look. You're really are a cute little MILF and I did have fun last time, okay?" he said, seeming to pick up on her hurt feelings. "But did you actually believe that I would leave that little dweeb alone forever?"

"Of course, I did!" Fiona responded, choosing to ignore the insult towards her son. "I wouldn't have... done it otherwise."

"Oh really?"

"Yes!"

"So you didn't enjoy it then, huh?"

"N-... No..." Fiona muttered unconvincingly, well aware that they both knew that this wasn't exactly true. Maybe it had been at first, but later, when Aiden had ordered her to masturbate, or more precisely 'finger' her 'MILF pussy', while sucking him off, she had obeyed without barely any hesitation, leading to one of the most intense orgasms she had experienced in years. Or actually ever. Aiden had laughingly remarked that she seemed to have 'really needed it', while her body kept twitching over and over.

"No. No, I mean, that's not the point!" she corrected herself. "The point is we had an agreement! It doesn't matter if I enjoyed it or not. You promised to leave him alone if I gave you a blowjob, and that's exactly what I did."

"I mean, if you really want to call it that." Aiden snickered.

"Wh-What do you mean?"

"Well, you kinda just licked the tip the whole time."

It stung. It hurt even more this time. Fiona had always been a little insecure about herself sexually. And when it came to oral sex she certainly had far more often been on the receiving end, but on the special occasions when she had given it, she had never heard any complaints. Neither from her husband, Philipp, nor from the two boyfriends before him. But maybe they had secretly felt the same way as Aiden? Some part of her admired the teenager's bluntness. In a way it almost felt like she should be thankful to him for being honest to her.

"That... That's..." she was at a loss of words, while trying to hide her embarrassement from him.

That's when Aiden got up from his side of the couch and moved right in front of her. His semi-erection was visibly lifting the towel from his crotch. Fiona was startled but didn't move. Instead she kept staring at the rising tent in front of her face. She knew what was underneath there. She had been thinking about what was underneath there a lot. A lot. Although she had assumed that she would never see it again. Or maybe precisely because of that. Every day. Every day she had been thinking about Aiden's cock. Aiden's big cock. Her son's bully's big beautiful cock. Every day. For two weeks.

"It's what you came here for, right?" he said.

Her mind was fuzzy. All the chaotic thoughts and emotions from before were fading away. The anger, the frustration, the embarrassement, they seemed infinitely distant now. She timidly looked up at Aiden. He was smiling at her. He reached down and gently brushed some of her hair behind her ear with his big hand. He admired her for a second and said "You look so cute like that. It's okay, baby, you can suck it."

As if in trance Fiona removed the towel from her son's bully's waist. His meaty, large cock flung up as it was exposed, causing her to flinch a little. There it was. Her eyes widened. Aiden's cock. The cock that she had been dreaming of. It was so big. And so beautiful. It was really beautiful. So manly and yet so clean. Somehow she felt even more in awe of it now than when she had seen it for the first time. It was perfect. A perfect cock. She grabbed it, leaned forward and put it in her mouth.

"There you go, you naughty mommy."

Fiona sat on the edge of the couch and proceeded to suck her son's bully off. As she kept moving her tongue around the shiny, thick head of his perfect cock, his comments from earlier popped up in her mind, his remarks about her being 'lazy' and 'just licking the tip'. She looked up at the teenager who was silentely observing her from above with a content smirk.

"Teach me..." she said. "Teach me how to do it."

"Oh, someone wants to be a good slut today, huh?" His smirk turned into a grin. "Go deeper."

Fiona slowly started bobbing her head up and down the teenager's shaft. With each bob she tried to go a little further. But it wasn't long until she reached her limits, since the giant cock was quick to alarm her gag reflexes and she had to pull away before it was too late.

"Don't be shy, baby. You can gag on it." Aiden said. "Come on, go deeper, mommy."

She hesitated for a second. She was both irritated by the prospect of gagging and being called 'mommy' by him. But she realized that this was the 'teaching' she had asked him for, and she wasn't going to back out now. She wanted to satisfy Aiden this time. Please him. To impress him. She started bobbing her head again and pushed well beyond her comofort zone this time until she felt his cock reach the back of her throat. It felt massive, stretching an filling out her entire mouth. She used her hand to adjust for a better angle and pushed further.

"That's it, you slut. Now open wide and stick your tongue out."

It took her a moment to understand what he was asking for but then pushed her tongue of from underneath his shaft, opening her mouth as wide as possible. The cock moved even further down her throat, causing her to gag a little, but she managed to get it under control. It was a strange sensation to feel Aiden's cock stretch out her throat. On the one hand it certainly felt uncomfortable, slightly painful even, but on the other hand it made his cock feel so huge and mighty, and that came with a sene of entitlement to this treatement. It felt like his cock deserved this. This was the effort and dedication a mighty cock like this demanded. It was the right way to do it.

"Yes! There you go, bitch!" her son's bully encouraged her. It made her feel better. She experienced a sudden rush of satisfaction by the excitement in his voice. She was feeling another gag creep up, when Aiden suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her head down on his cock. "Now let's make Julien really proud, mommy!"

It slid even deeper down her throat. It still wasn't all the way in, but it certainly felt like it. Fiona could tell that her neck was bulging. Her son's bully's cock remained right there in her throat for a second, but was then met by a huge gag, that made her pull it out all the way, as Aiden let loose. Thick, slimy spit came drooling out of her mouth. Some of it dropped onto the floor, some onto her thighs, most of it ran down her chin and landed on her blouse.

"Fuck, yeah! That's so sexy, Fiona! Good job, you fucking slut!" he cheered.

"O-Oh my G-God!" she gasped, catching her breath. Aiden effortlessly pulled her up from the couch. She felt dizzy and trembled. The tall teenager was quick to catch her and lean her against his strong, stable, naked body. She could feel his toned muscles press up against her.

"Take your clothes off." he whispered in her ear, after giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. Fiona didn't waste a second and got rid of her spit soaked blouse, her short heels, her jeans, her black bra and the matching black panties. Aiden admired her again and said "Damn, you really are a quite the MILF, aren't you?"

Before she could even respond, he pushed her to the couch and bent her over. She had no time to think. The strong teenager handled her body with such ease. He enjoyed effortless control over her.

"Stick your slutty ass out." he told her. She arched her back and bent her knees. Everything he said seemed completely undeniable. He knew what was right. And right now, she just wanted to fulfill his every wish and make him happy. She wanted to satisfy him. He deserved it. She squealed when he gave her ass two hard smacks, one for each cheek.

"Now spread those holes for me." her ordered. She reached behind her back, put her hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart. She could feel how wet she was right now, it even made a slight squishy sound when her labia was pulled apart.

"So that's where that little piece of shit came from, huh?" he grinned. In Fiona's blurry state of mind, it took her a few seconds until she could comprehend what he was saying. A wave of shock and humiliation came crashing down on her. "Those are some sexy little mommy holes, Fiona."

"Pl-... Please don't say that."

"Why not? It's true, isn't it?" he nonchalantly responded and then, without any warning, moved up and stuck his cock inside her. Given how soaking wet she was, it slid right in. Fiona let go of her cheeks and propped herself up against the backrest of the couch. Her humiliation was instantely washed away. There was no room left in her mind for anything else than the sensation of Aiden's thick cock entering and stretching out her pussy.

"Goddamn, that's tight!" he proclaimed, sounding genuinely surprised. Then quite seriously added "Makes sense that fucking retard is so tiny."

Fiona barely even registered her son's bully's remarks. All her senses were occupied by the physical sensation his cock was providing her. It was completely filling her out. She couldn't come up with a single straight thought, her mind was completely blanking out, while Aiden grabbed her hips and pounded her from behind. The rhythmic sound of their bodies smacking against each other filled up the room. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack!

"O-... Oh m-my... God..." Fiona's voice was shaking. Maybe it had been a minute, maybe it had been an hour - she couldn't tell how much time had passed. All she knew was that she was about to climax. Hard. Aiden was breathing quite heavily as well by now, still tightly gripping her from behind and bouncing her hips on his cock. He picked up the pace. Fiona gasped and closed her eyes. Her son's bully reached around, grabbed her by the neck and slightly choked her, when she lost it and came. Harder than ever. She felt like she went blind for a moment. Somewhere in the distance she could hear herself groan out loud. Her legs started shivering and lost all their strength. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably, and with it the rest of her body. She could tell that her juices were actually squirting out of her.

"Holy shit, bitch!" Aiden was cheering, when she regained some sort of consciousness. He had pulled out of her but was still holding up her sweaty body with his strong hands while it kept twitching and dripping her juices over the couch and the floor.

"Fuck, that's so hot, you filthy slut!" he said breathing heavily. "Suck me off, I think I'm about to cum too."

Fiona inevitably dropped to the floor, as her son's bully let go of her. She was flustered but quickly got on her knees and started sucking his wet shiny cock. It tasted sour. He grabbed a fistful of her hair right away, and started jamming his cock down her throat. It went in easier this time due to it being coated in her slippery juices.

"Tongue out, bitch!" he reminded her. She instantely obliged. He didn't push as deep as before, instead this time he started pumping his cock in and out of her throat, while holding her head in place by her hair. "Fuck you look so sexy like that! Keep looking at me, slut!"

Fiona tried to supress a few gags while keeping her watery eyes on her son's bully, but ultimately, in her light-headed, post-orgasmic state of mind stopped fighting the urge and just relaxed and let it happen. This turned out to open up her throat a lot more, as the cock went down deeper during and after each gag. The added spit made it more comfortable for her as well. She had to take a few deep breaths inbetween, and Aiden made sure that she always spat her sloppy drool on his cock and lubed it up with her hand, while she took a break from sucking.

Finally, when most of his cock was disappearing inside of her mouth, Aiden stopped pumping and just shoved her head down, while ejaculating inside of her throat. She felt his cock swelling up and spurting cum inside of her neck. Unfortunately this caused her to gag so hard that she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Fuuuck! Uhhhhgh!" he didn't seem to mind that she had to pull away. He kept her hair in his fist, but let her head loose, and loudly groaned as he sprayed his remaining load over Fiona's face, while she coughed up a thick mixture of spit and semen. He wiped his cock off on her cheek and then, when the coughing had ended, made her clean it with her mouth. "There you go, mommy! Every last drop!"

Her son's bully picked her up from the floor and put her down on the couch, then sat up next to her and put is arm around her. She leaned up against him. For a little while they just layed there, cuddled up, catching their breath.

"Damn Fiona, that was insane." Aiden said, when he broke the silence and turned his head to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "I didn't know you could do it like that."

"Me neither..." she muttered, still out of breath.

"Yeah, didn't think you had it in you. Who knew that little twerp's mom was such a nasty slut?" he snickered. She registered the insult towards her son but was too exhausted to say something about it. Instead she just gave his bully a light slap on his toned chest, then left her hand there and rested for another while.

"You should go clean up, though." he said, breaking the silence again. He smiled as he looked at her and quite lovingly said "You look like a hot mess."