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Crawford Mom 1

Post by DanNirmal on Mon Jan 09, 2017 11:37 am

Hey guys, ever since I wrote Getting Mom I was constantly contacted for sequels. However, I resisted the temptation because the general literotica reader did not seem to like the story much. Since we have a new community here, I figured I might as well write something and see what you guys think. It's a VERY rough draft, so please forgive the errors. I would love input of any kind and am open to altering the story based on how you guys want to see it progress.

Firstly, it is not a sequel to Getting Mom. I wrote that story a long time ago and I will probably continue if I my creative juices get flowing again with this. However, this is along the same lines, and if you liked Getting Mom, I'm confident you will love this. It combines two loves of mine - the MILF cuckold fetish and the 90s supermodel Cindy Crawford - and I hope you like the first part of the story, split into 3 scenes.

Scene 1: Bookstore

“Daaamn that is one hot MILF!” I heard a voice exclaim behind me. I was going through a few books at the airport bookstore, hoping to find something that could keep me occupied in the 4 hour flight. I was flying with my parents to the West coast on vacation, it was a reward they had promised me for getting into a good college. I looked back to see two tall black guys, built as solid as rock and thickly muscled. They were both six feet tall - making them tower over me – and were engrossed in conversation. “I told you this was gonna be a good trip!” I heard the first one still talking, “You think she’s with anyone?”

“Heh, who cares?” the second guy spoke up now and I could see that he was the more imposing of the two, with tear-drop tattoos near his face. He had a cap that had “TYRONE” written on it and to this day, I remember him as Tyrone. “She wants sugar, I can see it in her eyes.” I heard them both chuckle over this, having no idea what they meant. On that fateful day, had I not looked to see whom they were leering at, I would have been none the wiser to everything else that happened and this tale would have never been told. But I did. The guys talking behind me were still checking her out, and if they hadn’t been so engrossed they would have heard me gasp.

They were talking about my mother.

I could see why, she was an extremely attractive lady and even in her early 40s, she was still constantly mistaken for a far younger woman. I would describe her as the total package in many ways, she had everything – the face, the lips, the rack, the ass, the legs - everything. But she lived a conservative and subdued life; she was a cool mom and I knew many of my friends were attracted to her, but I’d never seen her do anything that could be considered wild. To my surprise, I found myself embarrassed but intrigued at the same time, listening to them talk about her in such a disrespectful way. I thought they were just fantasizing punks, since there was no way my conservative mother was even going to give them the time of the day. She was going through a few books at the other end of the bookshop.

She wasn’t wearing anything outrageous, just part of her usual wardrobe. Yes, her long sleeved sweater was particularly tight that day, though nothing unusual. She was wearing a red skirt that ended mid-thigh – a tad short for her a woman her age maybe but again, nothing unusual. “Let’s see what the bitch is like.” I heard Tyrone say as he confidently walked up to her. I shook my head, feeling bad for what would soon be the guy’s bruised ego.

When he approached her and started talking, I couldn’t hear the conversation and whatever I got from it was only through sight. Mom was startled at first as he approached her, making him repeat his initial question. I saw her frown and shake her head. This is it, I thought, she’s going to tell the guy to get lost. But he said something again and this time I saw her laugh and brighten up. What? I couldn’t believe it, I was watching a guy I overhead saying just a few moments ago that she was a MILF, chat her up. He said several things that made her laugh, which made me angry and jealous, and there was a twinkle in her eye that I had never seen before. Just what the hell was happening here?

I hid myself behind a swiveling book stand to make sure she couldn’t see me. I turned it just a tad to get a better view of them. They were talking in low voices and my dad was nowhere in sight. Even though to the casual onlooker it might have seemed like a general conversation, I could tell from her body language and smiles that he was making her blush. Holy shit, this guy was making my mother blush! He then pointed at her tits and said something, for which he gave him a mock slap in the arm but grinned anyway. He leaned in closer and whispered something to her. She blushed again and nodded her head.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Despite the strange arousal I felt I couldn’t let this go on. I coughed loudly and walked towards them. I pretended to be looking at the flap of a book I picked up. I could see from the corner of my eye that she hurriedly said something to Tyrone, who winked at her and walked away. I could see him and his friend walk out of the store, laughing over something. “You got anything interesting mom?” I asked. She muttered something, with a dreamy look in her eye. “Mom!” I snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Oh…sorry honey I was just distracted.” She said with a dismissive wave. “No, I’ve not found anything yet.”
“You look tired for some reason.” I said, “Are you sure you’re ok?” She was sweating a bit too, which made me even angrier but I said nothing else.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Her eyes looked dreamy again. “I just had a few too many drinks at the bar. Flying makes me nervous sometimes. This was true, and it was clear from her breath that she’d had a few drinks.
“Mom, did that guy say something rude to you?” I wanted to know.

“Oh no honey, I didn’t know you saw that.” She beamed, “He said I looked like Cindy Crawford! That was so sweet!”

It was an apt comparison, she looked very much like the famous supermodel in her 90s. She even had the same lustrous hair, the sexy mole, the alluring eyes. But I was still disturbed that my mother would appreciate a comparison like that from some young stranger. “Oh…” was all I managed to say. I went to the counter and bought the book in a daze while she looked at something beyond the doors.

Scene 2: Gate

The three of us sat at the gate, waiting to board the plane. Dad was asleep in his chair as usual, the man could fall asleep almost instantly. Mom had a book and was reading it, although I sensed a lot restlessness on her part. After talking to Tyrone she had gone to the bar to get a few more drinks, telling us that she was nervous. She kept looking at the entrance as if anticipating something. I pretended to read, but all the while I replayed the incident over and over again. Could it be possible that my mother, always so classy and proper, was chatted up so easily by some dude who couldn’t be more than a few years older than me? Would she ever cheat on our family? Had she before? I was a confused mess.

I heard a sudden noise from her, a mix of a moan and a sigh of relief. I turned my head to see where she was looking and my jaw nearly dropped! It was Tyrone and his friend! They were on the same flight as us! My arms began to tremble but I controlled myself. My mom closed her book. “Honey, theres a café at the other end of the Gate, we have plenty of time so I’m probably going to go get a sandwich. You want anything?”

“No mom I’m fine with my book.” Was all I managed to mumble in shock.

“Ok good, I’ll be back in about 20 minutes and maybe they will let us board by then.” She said and walked away. I noticed that she was swinging her hips in a very suggestive way as she went, which I’d never seen her do before. I let her go a short distance and followed, knowing that my dad would sleep through a storm undisturbed. I watched from behind a pillar as Tyrone waved at her and laughed. She waved back. As the two of them approached her, mom stuck out her hand for a handshake. Tyrone took her hand and pulled her into a hug, clearly surprising her. Mom didn’t show it though. His friend, whom mom hadn’t even met yet, moved in and gave her a lewd hug as well. I thought that show of disrespect would be enough, but to my anger I saw her blush again and playfully hit them in the arm. They made their way to the café seats.

I couldn’t go in or they’d see me for sure. So I watched from a distance where I still had a clear view of them, even though I couldn’t hear what they were saying. She was sitting next to Tyrone and the other guy was opposite them. They chatted and laughed for a few minutes and I could see that she was having a good time. After about 5 minutes I saw Tyrone lean in and whisper something. She quietly nodded and he moved closer, putting his arms around her shoulders like she was his girlfriend or something. I felt mad to my bones, but found myself unable to tear my eyes away. They chatted for about 5 more minutes and then I saw mom take out her phone and dial a number while grinning and joking with them about something. To my surprise, it was a call to me.

“Hey mom.” I picked up the phone.

“Oh honey” she said, “I just remembered I left my passport in the bag with dad. They’re taking a little longer than expected to make my sandwich, so stay there and make sure the bag is safe, alright?”  

I muffled my rage and said “Ok mom…I…” the phone went dead as she hung up.

I looked up and the three of them were laughing like it was hysterical. How could she do this? Flirting with strangers is humiliating enough, but she’s making a fool out of me too! I boiled with anger but once again, found myself unable to move. I was transfixed by the whole thing! After several moments of laughter they began to resume their conversation again. I could see them saying something repeatedly as if daring her to do something and she kept saying no, though she blushed. After more egging, she finally nodded, to which I could see them both cheer and high five each other. What could they possibly do in an airport café?

I saw the friend take out his phone and start using the camera. I initially thought he was taking pictures but it soon become apparent he was shooting a video of Tyrone and my mom sitting on the opposite side. He seemed to ask her questions while she waved and cooed at the camera, answering them. I was shocked that she seemed so shameless and flirtatious! And what happened next almost made me climax with rage. As she spoke teasingly to the camera, Tyrone’s hand swept up under her tight sweater and the top she wore inside it. I snarled from where I stood, but my mother continued to smile and talk to the camera nonchalantly as he did it. Since they were sitting in a corner, nobody could see it properly other than from my vantage point.

Her sweater was so tight that even from my distance, I could see the outline of his hand moving up her back. He finally chuckled and said something to the camera while my mom giggled. In one unbroken tug, he yanked my mom’s bra from inside her clothes and dangled it out in front of his friend’s phone. They two of them laughed and high fived each other again while my mum blushed and then giggled! Holy shit! My mom just shot a video with some random dude yanking her bra out! She looked at her watch and gasped, knowing it was time to head back. She hurriedly got up and reached for her bra but Tyrone pulled it back, shaking his head. Instead of being infuriated, mom gave him another mock slap on the arm and walked away without it. They catcalled and wolf-whistled her as she strode away, now recording her swaying hips and ass. She half turned one last time and blew the camera a kiss before heading to the gate.

I hurried towards our original spot where dad was sleeping and our bags were safe. It was time to board the flight as well. Mom came back and acted as if nothing had happened, she just said the sandwich took time. Now that she wasn’t wearing a bra, you could see a faint outline of nipple on both her breasts. “How is your book honey?” she asked me, only half interested.

“It’s good mom.” I replied quietly.    

Scene 3: Plane

Even as we strapped ourselves in, my mind was still reeling from what I had just seen. It defied logic, defied belief, but it seemed that the magnetic charm of Tyrone had awakened something in her. Or perhaps she always had it, and I had just failed to notice. “Are you ok?” my dad asked and I nodded in answer. He was asleep within a few moments. We were at the front row of the economy class seats, with a lot of leg space since there was nothing in front of us.

Suddenly, two large figures appeared next to me. I swallowed, no longer able to feel surprise at anything, and looked up to see Tyrone and his friend. “Sorry guys,” his friend apologetically, "but we’re tall guys and we need some leg space. The two of you look short, could you take our seats? It’s only four rows behind us.” I tried to glare at him but mumbled incoherently instead.

“Oh no problem at all!” my mom said brightly. She woke my dad up and said they needed leg space and he could take a seat a few rows behind. He grumbled something but my mom nagged him and he grudgingly got up, no doubt wanting to go sleep in his new spot with as little interruption as possible. “I like this seat” I said, looking at them defiantly.

“Oh honey, don’t be so rude!” my mom chided me. “Go keep your dad company,” she said, shooing us away. I took our bags so that dad and I could move to their seats, still astonished at what was going on. Dad dozed off again. I kept craning my neck to look at the outlines of their heads from the front seat and saw what I expected – they were all obviously laughing and having a good time. How could she do this? For practically the hundredth time that day, I felt a savage arousal for her behavior. A few minutes later, she got up and walked to our rows. I smiled and hoped she had come to her senses, there was a seat next to dad she could take.

Instead, she opened up the overhead compartment to get something from her bag.

“What are you doing mom? The plane is going to take off soon.” I asked. She was rummaging through our bags. She seemed to be holding some kind of golden chain that Tyrone had given her.

“Oh I just want to be ready for our holiday when we land.” She said with a smile and pulled something green out. “There we go.” I heard her say to herself and headed to the bathroom. One of the air hostesses stopped her but then mum spoke to her in low whispers. They shared a joke and the air hostess looked over to the front row, seeing Tyrone. She gasped and shared some giggle with my mom. Goddamit, why was she giggling with everyone?? Mom showed her the chain she had in her hand as well, which seemed to impress the lady. The air hostess waved her into the restrooms, saying she had to hurry. Mom came out in two minutes and I couldn’t believe my eyes!

The green thing she had pulled out was a sleeveless crop top! Mom had removed her sweater and top to wear this slutty thing. The top covered her breasts but without a bra they looked ridiculously slutty with her nipples pointing out. Her belly was surprisingly taut for someone her age, with just a subtle bit of fat. Her skirt was the same, but it had been pulled down a little now, to show more midriff. And to add insult to injury, I could see the chain that Tyrone had given her. It was a waist chain with a big T on it, that slung on mom’s hip. The transformation from an attractive but normal mother to this sluttily dressed goddess was unbelievable. It was clear that a lot of make-up had been hastily put on, making her look even trashier! The air hostess, still waiting for her outside, gave her a mischievous grin and flashed her a thumbs-up. My mom smiled broadly.

As I looked back in horror, everyone did a double take and checked out my mom as she walked back up the aisle dressed like a hooker. My dad was blissfully asleep. When she came to me I snarled “Mom, what the hell are you doing???”

She looked back and still had a dreamy look in her yes. “Oh, what? Oh hi honey!” she smiled.

“Mom!” I hissed again “Why are you dressed like that?”

She giggled. “Oh just getting ready for the holiday baby. I want to go the beach before it gets dark. The resort we’re staying in apparently has a lovely beach about an hour away!” she said. She was still tipsy.

I wanted to get back to the topic at hand but I indulged her anyway. “Mom, we can’t go anywhere today, we’ve hired the car from tomorrow morning onwards. Let’s go tomorrow.”

“Oh it’s ok, I got the transport covered.” She said in a matter of fact way.

“What?”

“Yes the young men sitting next to me are very sweet and friendly. Apparently one of them has a beach house there. They can pick me up from the hotel.”

My mind went numb with shock again. “If you’re going to the beach from the hotel, then why are you dressed this way?” I snarled again.

She stopped smiling and her face became strict. “I’m an adult and I’m on vacation too” she said scornfully. “You better remember that.”

I gritted my teeth and before I could respond, the bitch stewardess said “Please be seated Ma’am, we’re going to take off.” She smirked at me, making me even madder.

My mom looked at her and smiled. “Of course" she said, and with an angry look at me, sauntered away to the front row, her hips shaking again. The rest of the passengers once again got a good look at her MILF ass and tits as she walked past them.  

“Wow,” I heard a teenager say behind me “what a slut!”

End of Chapter 1

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by john01824 on Mon Jan 09, 2017 3:26 pm

Great start and thank you for the post....

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by forever316 on Mon Jan 09, 2017 8:31 pm

That was a great start to the story, it's great to see a new story in this fetish that gets it right. I'm looking forward to the next chapter of both your stories.

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by Revan on Mon Jan 09, 2017 11:06 pm

Can't wait for the next chapter! A great setup!

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by Zohan on Mon Jan 09, 2017 11:22 pm

Brilliant begining. I love the direction where you are taking us.

Being a huge admirer of Stephanie Seymour and Cindy Crawford, gives me all the more reason to love it. I came across a porn star that ressembles Stephanie from certain angles - Tara Wild. There are a few videos of her on xvideos.

Before I read this, i happened to read Chaperone by Spankymcf. I wish the first chapter of Crawford was slightly longer and visually richer - A description of her hair style, skin and some such attributes. The pacing was a tad faster than usual.

The part where she goes into the bathroom and comes out transformed. I wonder if she'll go further in the transformation aspect in later chapters - like tattoos, skimpy wadrobe, hair color, radical hairstyle etc..

I will be keenly looking out for the next chapters in this series.. I hope it becomes a long series.

I'm also curious to read the Getting mom series. Hope you get inspired to add several more chapters.


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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by Philo B. on Tue Jan 10, 2017 2:09 am

Great work on Crawford Mom, DanNirmal!  You clearly have not lost your touch.  Regarding your separate question about a chat room, here is a link to a site often used by members of our little community:

https://www.chatzy.com/

Don't worry too much about the negative comments at Literotica.  Other mother/son NTR writers received the same level of reader opprobrium.  These stories are definitely disturbing on some level, but most people choose to lash out in response instead of look inwardly and ask themselves why they're being affected to such a degree.  In time, I think more people interested in NTR will "come out of the closet," provided they have a safe forum like ours to express themselves.  The chat room idea is an excellent way to achieve wider interest.  If you set something up at chatzy, plz. let us know when you'll be on so we can provide some input.

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by DanNirmal on Tue Jan 10, 2017 2:36 am

Thanks a lot for the response guys. And thank you for the chat link Philo, checking it out now. I'm usually on around this time and will make sure I check the place out. Live chatting is so much more stimulating when discussing ideas and exploring this fetish. I will set up a quick chat room whenever I'm there called BulliedSon.

Zohan, the mom will definitely transform in terms of dressing, hair style, make up etc. My creative process is usually split into short anecdotes (which is why I split it up into scenes, I'm not very good at longer stories) and still don't know where the mother's journey is going to take her. Suffice to say, it will be very slutty and sexy, much to the son's helpless outrage.

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by the machine on Tue Jan 10, 2017 4:03 am

so hot wait for the next chapter bro

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by RoamingCat on Wed Jan 11, 2017 7:30 pm

for which he gave him a mock slap in the arm

For which SHE gave him a mock slap in the arm.... I assume.

It would make no sense for the other black guy to do such a thing.

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by DanNirmal on Sun Jan 15, 2017 3:24 am

Indeed. As I said it was just a rough draft that was posted because a few members encouraged me to try writing again.

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by Devetak on Mon Jan 16, 2017 12:49 am

I really like it as well. I'll admit my thing is always younger guys but I enjoy how "free" mom is being when she believes she's out of sight.

Plus I always like the voyeurism angle.

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Re: Crawford Mom 1

Post by Zohan on Mon Jan 16, 2017 1:13 am

Devetak wrote:I really like it as well. I'll admit my thing is always younger guys but I enjoy how "free" mom is being when she believes she's out of sight.

Plus I always like the voyeurism angle.

Same here. At least in the begining if the mom believes that she is out of sight - the whole narrative gets more real.

I love the first chapter any way. Looking forward to enjoy the rest.


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