Misty

Literotic asexstories – Misty by Club_Soda,Club_Soda Misty was sitting on top of me, completely naked, as she ground her bare pussy into my crotch. The strip club music was blaring in the background but was somewhat muffled by our private booth. Her bleached blond hair brushed my right shoulder, and her mouth gently nibbled on my ear as she whispered what a handsome man I was.

I ran my hand’s up and down Misty’s sides, sometimes grabbing her ass, other times feeling her tits. I kept trying to move in for a kiss on the lips, but she discreetly dodged me each time. The song changed, and I knew the time I had paid for was up.

Pulling out my wallet, I folded a crisp one-hundred-dollar bill and placed it in my teeth while gently holding Misty’s hands down. She gave in, leaning in, and met my lips for a brief moment as she retrieved the bill.

Leaning back for a moment to place the hundred in her garter belt, I took the initiative to put my mouth on her exposed nipples, ordinarily a no-no in a strip club, but the peopling working in strip clubs are far from saints; they bend all sorts of rules when you started throwing about a few thousand dollars, and I was well over three-thousand-dollars into spending on Misty.

After I had my momentary fill of sucking on Misty’s tit, I leaned back into my seat and let her continue the lap dance. My mind drifted into wondering how I had gotten so lucky at the age of eighteen to be getting the lap dance from this particular woman right now.

In high school, I got into crypto trading and mining. I managed to catch a few giga-pumps and turned my couple thousand in savings into roughly eight million dollars after taxes. The first thing I did was cash out most of it, and with the help of my adopted parents, I invested it into long-term stable assets.

The second thing I did with the money was hire a private investigator to find my birth mother. Six months later, Jessica Stewart, aka Misty, was grinding her pussy into my crotch, not realizing she had pushed me out of there eighteen years earlier.

I was a product of a reckless teen pregnancy. Jessica was still in high school when she gave birth to me. With no means by which to take care of me, she gave me up for adoption. The adoption was sealed, so supposedly, no one would be able to track her down. However, those things are never truly sealed. The agent I hired easily tracked down my mother and gave me the relevant information. Now, at the age of thirty-two years, Jessica/Misty could easily pass for my older sister; we definitely look enough alike.

I hadn’t planned to spend three thousand on getting my birth mother to give me a lap dance; I just wanted to see her before deciding if I wanted to make contact or not. I sat in the crowd and watched the dancers on the stage perform for almost two hours, waiting for Misty to come on. I gave each dancer who came up twenty dollars so I could keep my stop next to the stage. I’d just finished giving a twenty to a dancer named Carmel when the music started again, and the DJ announced, “Welcome to the stage, M-M-M-M-Misty!”

I watched as the most beautiful woman I had ever seen walked onto the stage. She had bleached blond hair running down the middle of her back, gorgeous cherry-red lips, vibrant green eyes, a slim, angular nose, and a pointed chin. She looked so much like me that there was no doubt this was my birth mother.

Misty started dancing to the music. The usual swing on the poles to get the men interested, and they were definitely interested. In no time flat, the edges of the stage were full of men, most throwing singles at her feet, but others trying to get her attention with five—or ten-dollar bills. Misty had not taken off her green bra yet, but the stage was already turning from its dark, cheery red into a faded money green.

Misty looked over at me and watched as I tossed a twenty onto the stage; she gave me a smile and a wink that instantly melted my heart. I watched as she seductively made a show of unhooking her bra. She teased the group of men for a moment before letting it drop, exposing her perfect, surgically enhanced, double-D breasts. The show had its intended effect; the men, including myself, started flooding the stage with money. Mistry smiled and continued her dance.

Misty lowered herself to her hands and knees, crawling over to a man holding a five-dollar bill; she pulled him in, making an act of kissing him before pushing him away at the last second. The man dropped the five, reached into his wallet, and came out with a fist full of singles, tossing them into the air, making it rain on stage as Mistry crawled to the next man and the next, repeating her almost kiss move, causing all three men to empty their wallets on stage.

Standing back up, Mistry surveyed the crowd. She spotted me and the hundred-dollar bill I had pulled out of my wallet. Instantly, she walked back across the stage, stopping right in front of me. I pointed to her green thong, still covering her pussy, then pointed in a downward motion. She instantly knew what to do.

Misty stood with her legs together as she bent over, waving her butt at the crowd, then lowered her thong to the ground, keeping her pussy hidden between her thighs. Squatting down, she managed to plant her perfect ass on the stage, then scoot up close to me before parting her legs, showing me the pussy I had come from.

I stared transfixed at the sight of my mother’s pussy, so much so that I didn’t notice she had wrapped her legs around my head until I was suddenly being forced down into her crotch, nose pressed up against her clit.

I felt the hundred-dollar bill be taken from my hand as I enjoyed the scent of Misty’s pussy. She put on some sort of show for the cheering audience as I took a chance and stuck out my tongue, licking the folds of her vulva. Misty let me enjoy my tongue being on her pussy for a moment before releasing my head with her legs, then grabbed me again with her hands and planted a giant kiss on my forehead.

I watched as Misty stood back on, now completely nude, and bared it all for the men crowding the stage. I looked into my wallet, seeing only two twenty-dollar bills left. I placed both of them on the stage and then went to the cashier’s cage. Behind me, my birth mother kept entertaining the crowd while I pulled $5,000 in cash and asked the manager to get me a private lap dance with her. With money signs in his eye, he agreed and had one of the other girls guide me back to the VIP private dance room.

I sat back and relaxed in the plush seat of the VIP room. My thoughts drifted as I started to fall asleep. Right when I was on the edge of sleep, I felt someone begin to unbutton my shirt, exposing my chest, followed by the softest pair of hands I had ever felt start to rub up and down my chest.

When I opened my eyes, I watched as my completely nude birth mother crawled into my lap and planted her bare pussy right above my pants-covered penis. She leaned in, making breast-to-chest bare-skin contact, and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Hey baby, I was told the sexiest man in the club wanted me back here. I just assumed it was you.”

The next few hours were an erotic blur. My birth mother ground on my lap while whispering in my ear what a stud I am. I whispered about how amazing and beautiful she was. Our hands explored every inch of each other’s body as we leisurely spent the night rubbing against each other.

When my $5,000 finally ran out, I still had not gotten the kiss I wanted from her. Seeing that I was out of money, she said one final thing. “Invite me to your place,” Misty whispered softly in my ear. At first, I couldn’t believe what I heard, but I quickly recovered. Pulling out my phone, I loaded up my hotel’s address and room number into the messenger app, then handed the phone to Misty to put her number in. She put her phone number in and hit send. “I have to get back to work now, lover boy,” she said as she sauntered off to go find her next client.

I figured that was enough for the night, I was only in Dallas to figure out if I should make contact with my birth mother or not, and now I had made a little too much contact. I decided it was best to let things be and move on with my life.

I arrived back at my hotel room at 3:00a.m. and quickly passed out on the bed. My dreams were of my mom and how unbelievably sexy she was, how sweet her pussy tasted when I had the chance to lick it, and how soft her hands were while she was rubbing all over me. The dreams were so vivid I could hear her voice and… a pounding noise?

When I woke up, the clock was reading 5:00a.m., and someone was knocking at the hotel room door. Between the knocks, I heard a woman say, “Hey Jacob, it’s me, Misty.”

I bolted upright in bed, fully awake now. Misty/Jessica, my birth mother, was at the door of my hotel room. I had told her maybe we could make “an arrangement” for her to visit me back in Phoenix, but I didn’t think she would actually take me up on that.

Still dressed in my slacks, I got up out of bed and hurried over to the door. I took a moment to compose myself, then opened the door to see Misty standing at the threshold in a trench coat. “Hey there, sexy. I’m glad I got the right place.”

Misty stepped right into the room without an invitation. Shocked, I closed the door behind her. “Hey, one question, stud. You were being serious about taking me out to Phoenix for a trip, right?” she asked. I nodded my head, ‘Yes,’ not knowing what else to do. “Perfect,” Misty said as she dropped her trench coat to the floor, exposing her perfect nude body to me again.

Misty walked up to me, pressing her breasts into my chest; she reached up and ran her fingers through my hair; looking into my eyes, she said, “You forgot this at the club; I had to bring it to you.” With a quick little smirk, she pulled my head towards her lips and gave me that kiss I had been looking for all night long.

My desire once again overruled any rational thought I had, I knew this woman was my mother, but I did not care; I eagerly accepted her kiss, and with the inexperience of an eight-year-old, I darted my tongue out to invade her mouth. Misty flinched at the sudden invasion before adjusting and surrendering to it, allowing me to do what I wanted inside of her mouth.

We continued our make-out as she reached down, furiously removing my belt and unbuttoning my pants. Misty lowered my pants and underwear to the ground in one smooth motion. My rock-hard cock sprang free and brushed up against her cheek as I stepped out of my pants.

With a very fluid and practiced motion, Misty grabbed my cock with her left hand and guided it straight into the mouth. I felt the warm heat of my mother’s mouth envelope my cock, her tongue swirling around my cock head. Misty looked up at me and kept eye contact as she moved her head up and down my shaft, covering my cock with the heat of her mouth while licking every square inch with her tongue.

I was far from a virgin, but I was still just eighteen years old; I felt my orgasm coming on quickly. Misty picked up on the signs, popping her head off my mouth. She said, “Come in my mount, I love cum, sweetie.” Then she gave my shaft one giant lick top to bottom and back before inhaling me again.

The feeling started to overwhelm my senses; my hand reached out and leaned against the wall for support as the familiar boiling sensation in my balls began. The pressure moved from my balls into my pelvis and finally up my shaft, where I blasted several high-pressure shots straight down my mother’s throat. Misty latched onto my cock with her lips, not letting a single drop of cum escape. I watched as he struggled to swallow in time to make room for more cum as the most amazing orgasm of my life swept over my body and drained itself inside my mother’s mouth.

My Misty lovingly cleaned my dick with her mouth as I struggled to stay standing above her. Satisfied that I was clean, she swirled her tongue around my sensitive cock head one more time, then stood up, wrapping her arms around my neck and drawing me in for another kiss. I tasted my cum mixed with her natural taste as I started to make out with my own birth mother once again.

After a brief make-out, Misty looked into my eyes, saying, “My turn, stud.” She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. Putting pressure on my shoulder, I lowered myself to my knees as she sat on the bed. Mistry guided the back of my head to her pussy, then laid back on the bed. I put her legs over my shoulders, lifting her butt slightly off the bed, giving me complete access to her pussy.

I’d never gone down on a girl before. I’d had plenty of blow jobs and even had sex with two different girlfriends, but I’d never eaten out a woman. I started out by just giving her one big giant lick. “Oh, Yes. What a stud, eat me out!” I almost laughed at Misty’s horrible acting job, but it gave me encouragement anyway.

I stuck my tongue inside her pussy, trying to use it like a dick, thrusting in and out. “Oh my, you’re so good at this; keep going, keep going,” Misty shouted, but despite her excited tone, I knew this wasn’t doing it for her. I stopped thrusting into her pussy and started liking the folds of her vulva. Misty’s body jumped in response. YES! I thought to myself, having just discovered something about a woman’s pussy.

I moved my tongue through the fold, enjoying the rhythmic movement it gave to Misty’s body. As I moved my tongue near the top, I felt a tiny little knob. When I used my tongue to touch the knob, Misty started to moan in earnest, “oooooHHH, aaaa.”

I didn’t know what a clitoris was yet, but I knew I had found a spot my mother really liked. I started focusing my attention on the knob, enjoying the scene as Misty’s body moved to my motion. So her hips began to buck, knocking my mouth off her pussy. I reached around her legs with my arm. I held Misty’s hips in place, allowing the petite woman to buck wildly against my arms but be unable to move, allowing my tongue to keep assaulting her pussy.

I worked on Misty’s pussy, keeping a steady rhythm of licking her clit when she started shouting her orgasm, “I’m cuming, I’m cuming. Oh my God, I’m coming!!!!!” I felt Misty’s whole body shake in my hands as she went through a full-body orgasm.

I softly kissed my mother’s inner thighs as she came down from her orgasm when she suddenly sat up and pulled my head to her face. Looking deep into my eyes, my mother said, “I need to fuck me stud!” just before she planted a big kiss on my lips and quickly moved back onto the bed into a resting position on her elbows with her legs wide open, inviting me in.

My cock was already rock hard again as I crawled up the bed towards my mother. I positioned myself between her legs and, using one hand to stabilize myself on the bed, I used the other hand to guide my cock towards Misty’s pussy.

It was my first time without a condom; I was shocked at the soft velvety texture of a woman’s pussy when my cock started pressing against my mother. Instinctively, I started pushing in slowly, allowing my mother’s body to make room for me. We both let out a moan of pleasure as the head of my cock fully penetrated my mother’s pussy.

Misty wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing deeper inside of her. I thrust back and forth a few more times before feeling my cock press against Misty’s cervix. A few more thrusts and I was balls deep inside my own mother.

I looked down, Misty’s eyes were glazed over, all thought lost in her sex brain fog. I put more of my weight onto Misty’s body, feeling her breast press up against my chest as I started pistoning in and out of her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she shouted as I built a rhythm. “Oh, you’re such a fucking stud. I love it!” Misty kept building up my ego as I fucked her. “Give me that gorgeous cock.” – “Fuck, you are so fucking amazing.” – “Such a fucking man! Fuck me harder!” I eat up all the compliments and come-ons, this time knowing I was actually pleasuring her.

It wasn’t long before I felt Misty’s body start to tense up again; I felt her body get ready for another orgasm. She gripped my cock with her pussy even harder, causing me to start to lose control. “I’m going to cum!” I shouted as I began to pull out of Misty.

“NO!” She yelled, tightening her grip on me with her legs, sending me even deep into her pussy. “Keep going. I’m almost there; it’s a safe time of the month; keep going!” she begged as she thrust her hips against me.

The sensation was too much for me; I held out for just a moment longer, long enough to watch Misty’s eye roll into the back of her head as a second orgasm overtook her body. The spasming of her pussy was the last straw to send me over the edge. I let out a loud yell as my ball contracted and sprayed rope after rope of my seed inside my mother’s womb.

I laid all my weight onto my mother as we enjoyed the afterglow of sex. Eventually, I rolled off her, and she cuddled into my arm as we drifted off to sleep. When I woke up next, my body was being rocked back and forth with some sort of weight on my midsection.

Opening my eyes, I realized the sun was already shining outside; the light coming through the window gave me the perfect view of my mother riding my cock, her overly large breasts bouncing up and down as her closed eye told me she was off in her own little fantasy world as she used my dick as a sex toy.

I placed my hands around her hips and moved to her rhythm, slowly fucking until both of us reached climax again as I sent my seed spraying into my mother’s pussy for the second time.

Misty collapsed on top of me, breasts intentionally falling on my face. I sucked on her nipple for a little while as we recovered before she sat back up. “Good morning, stud.” She said as she leaned in and planted another kiss on my lips. “mmm, how much longer do I have you today?”

I looked at the clock; it was already 10:30a.m., check-out was at 11:00a.m., and my plane flight from Dallas to Phenix left at 3:00p.m. “Sorry, momma, I have to be out of the room in thirty minutes.”

“Hahaha, that’s cute; you called me Mama. Such a playful stud.” Misty leaned in and started planting soft kisses on my face. In between the kisses, she talked about how she really wanted to come see me in Phoenix.

I knew I had already screwed up any normal relationship I could have with my birth mother. Still, I decided she was definitely worth fucking again. I gathered my things in the room to make the 11:00a.m. check out, then booked a flight for Misty to visit me in Phoenix the following week.

I watched Misty’s tight little ass get back inside her trench coat, and it was only after she left the room that the realization sank in that I had just had unprotected sex with my birth mother. Somehow, I didn’t feel bad about it. If anything, it just made me hard again.

I got to my flight on time, then spent the plane ride sexting Misty and making plans for next week.