Mom Has Tattoos Not Taboos

This story is pure fiction.

All characters are over the age of 18.

A big thanks to challenger69 for editing this work.

This story is more about the sexual build and not about a big payoff. It could be part of a series, so if you'd like to read that, let me know.

I was 22 and still living at home. I know, I know, I'm a loser. But it was honestly pretty hard to leave. My Mom was a single mom who really loved having me around, and I loved to be around her. The house we had wasn't huge, but it was VERY comfortable. Mom kept everything well stocked, and there was plenty to eat and drink. The house was always super clean, and there were several ideal nooks to hang out in. I was going to the local city college, and there was really little stress in my life. Pretty idea.

Mom had lived a very different life than I had. She had to grow up A LOT faster than I did. She had me when she was young (too young, really) and made lots of mistakes. Many of those mistakes are represented by tattoos on her body. To say that my Mom had a lot of tattoos is an understatement. Mom would often tell me that every tattoo she had was there, so she could remember what it represented. It was a physical representation of something she had learned and hoped to never forget.

Mom was also very casual with her body; in summer, she would often sit around the house in little to no clothes. Mom had been a stripper for years and had the attitude that almost nothing was taboo. This means that I've seen almost all of Mom's tattoos. I say almost, because without being rude, there are several that are in places that are hard to see without getting up close, very up close.

One day in June, Mom was lying on the couch wearing only a small pair of panties. I was staring at all of her tattoos. She was in amazing shape. Some of that was, no doubt, good genetics, but also Mom really liked to work out. This also led to Mom looking half her age. She was 48 but barely looked 25. She was starting to get some good grey streaks going, but with the style she usually wore (gothic-pinup girl), it could easily appear to be a fashion choice, and not natural grey.

As I was staring at her body, I caught her attention.

"Something wrong?" Her voice startled me.

"Oh, no. Sorry, I was just looking at all of your tattoos. How many do you have?" I asked, feeling like I was caught doing something bad.

"138", she said without any hesitation.

"Whoa, how do you know that so exactly. Are you making that up?" I asked, with a slight mocking tone.

She looked at me indignantly, "No, I didn't make that up! I know when and why I got every one of these tattoos. Every one of them means something to me. I know them all!"

Again, I scoffed, "You have a hard time remembering your phone number sometimes. How do you remember every single tattoo?"

Mom, sitting up, starting to look really frustrated, "My phone number has changed dozens of times in my life, and each of these tattoos represents something that I never want to forget."

"Prove it." I challenged.

Mom said, "Okay fine." She stood up and closed her eyes. "Name a body part".

"What?" I questioned.

"Name a body part, and I'll tell you all the tattoos that I have there." With this, she raised her arms to her sides, so she was standing there like the letter 'T'

Now I was starting to feel challenged; she was so confident, maybe she did know every tattoo. "Ok, left shoulder blade". I figured she couldn't see those very often, so maybe she would have forgotten a few.

Mom laughed, "Easy: top hat, dancing skeleton, bloody knife, and the whole thing is surrounded by a rosebush with large thorns. Did I miss anything?" she chided. I walked around to her back, and she was dead on.

"Correct, back of your right calf," I queried.

Again with a laugh, Mom said, "a pink pegacorn, a bottle cap with letters X Y Z, a Japanese Oni mask, and a Katana."

I got down on my knees to look and, damn, she got it right again. "Ok, under your right boob?"

"No problem," she said, "Portrait of Frank Zappa, the Latin phrase: Vini, Vidi, Vici, followed by XXIV, the Roman numeral for 24, and a small Kanji, which means power."

"Ah, I got you," I said with total confidence. "There is no Kanji under your right boob, there is a Kanji under your left boob though!"

Mom began laughing. "No, honey, the Kanji under my left boob is the Kanji Kokoro, it means heart. If you lift my right boob just a bit, you'll see a very small kanji there, that is the Kanji Riki, which basically means power."

Surprising myself again, I reached out very naturally, cupped my Mom's right boob, and lifted it. Her boobs weren't huge; they were actually quite perky, but they did sag ever so slightly, and that was enough to hide the small tattoo, which was about the size of a match head. Still holding her boob, I said, "damn, I couldn't see that before, it's so small."

As I was lifting mom's boob, I unconsciously slid my thumb up to her nipple and was pinching it slightly.

"Oh," Mom almost moaned.

I looked at her questioningly, because I actually didn't realize what happened. When I looked at Mom, she opened her eyes and bit her bottom lip.

"If you're looking for another tattoo under my nipple, there isn't one there."

I looked at her quizzically, and it suddenly dawned on me. I pulled my hand back quickly. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Mom just started laughing, "Ha, don't worry about it, you did way worse to them when you were a baby! Besides, I've always been a fan of getting my nipples pinched!" She looked at me as if challenging me to reply.

I laughed too. "Well, if you're okay with that..." and I reached up and pinched her left nipple as well, teasing her.

Mom looked like she enjoyed that, "Oh, good, you're evening them out!" Then she bit her bottom lip again. "So are you convinced now? I know how many tattoos I have and where each of them is."

Grabbing Mom's boobs kinda made me horny. Being this close to her, and her talking to me with a sexual edge, was making me see Mom in a much more sexual light. My mom is hot, I've jacked off while thinking about her many times, but this made me think that maybe something could actually happen. Suddenly, it occurred to me, this was my chance to finally see ALL of Mom's tattoos.

"You're right. But I'm not totally convinced. Can I ask about tattoos on any body part?"

She laughed again, "Nothing is taboo. You know I'm not modest, name the body part." I walked over to her and snagged my finger in the waistband of her panties.

I looked at her seriously, "Any body part?"

Mom had a look of total defiance on her face. She then closed her eyes and said, "Anywhere you would like."

With that, I pulled her panties down to her ankles, and without my request, she immediately stepped out of them. Then she took a wide stance. I was squatting down, looking up at my Mom's beautiful pussy.

Mom then asked, "front or back?".

"Huh?" I said. I was in a bit of a daze, looking up at this hot, tattooed MILF pussy right in front of me.

"Do you want to ask about the front or back first?" Mom asked.

"Front," I said with a confidence that surprised me.

With a mocking tone, Mom said, "Ok, are you sure you can see everything. Some of them are harder to see. We don't want to have another incident like we did with the right boob."

"Good point," I said, "Actually, could you sit down and spread your legs a bit more, so I can see in the light?"

"Yes, sir," Mom said, and very obediently, she squatted down in front of me, eyes still closed, placed her arms on the ground slightly behind herself, and settled back, legs fully spread.

This was way more than I expected. My smoke'n hot Mom was in a full squat, legs fully spread, right in front of me. My cock got hard in an instant.

"Make sure you get close enough to see everything. Some of these are pretty small. Feel free to move my pussy lips or anything you like, so that you can see everything".

This is when I started to realize what I was actually seeing; my mother must have had at least ten tattoos on her pussy alone. With her legs spread, I could see that there were actually quite a few around and on her pussy. I also noticed that her pussy was a little swollen, wet, and slightly opened up to me. I could smell her, and it was making me even harder.

As instructed, I got down on the ground and looked closely at my mom's pussy. It was beautiful. I heard myself exclaim, "damn".

Mom looked pleased with herself. "Jack, it doesn't say damn anywhere down there." I could tell she was holding back a smile.

"No, I just mean, considering that you're my mom and all, you look good."

Now, Mom had a huge smile on her face, "Thank you for the kind compliment. Now, back to business. Do you want to start with the area where I have pubic hair, or do you want to ask about my pussy itself?"

Mom had a nicely trimmed landing strip. And I could see that underneath the hair, there were more tattoos, which looked to be a list. "It looks like you have a list here under your pubic hair."

"Yes, Jack, I know I do, but I'm supposed to be the one proving that I know that, remember." Again, she laughed.

"Ok, ok, what does the list say?"

"It says: 'Best in show,' 'Top earner,' 'Cum queen,' and 'Sub mommy,' just above the hood of my clit."

It was actually hard to see with all the hair, but more importantly, I was extremely turned on, hearing those words come out of my Mom's mouth. I wanted to see just how far I could go. "Let me just verify all of that." With that, I brushed my thumb through my mom's pubic hair to better see what was written there. Her pubic hair was thick, soft, and perfectly groomed. As I ran my thumb through it, I again heard my Mom moan. I also saw her pussy quiver a bit and start to get wetter.

I brushed the hair up from her clit, which was pierced and had a gold ring with a small red gem through it. I gave the piercing a little pull.

With a breathy voice, "Not on my clit, just above it."

Her pussy was getting even wetter.

"That does appear to be what it says here," I said as if I were a lawyer. "What is this list for?"

Slightly breathy, Mom said, "It's mostly from when I was stripping. Those tattoos represent things that I achieved."

I was genuinely interested. "What was 'best in show' for?"

"That was for a contest that they had at the club I was working at then. The contest was called 'Best bitch in the club'. I won 'Best in show' and about 5k in prize money. It made me feel confident. I never wanted to forget that feeling.

"I see", I was still stroking her pubic hair with my thumb. "What was 'Top earner' for? Another contest?"

"No," she said, again very breathy. "I made more than anyone at the club that year. I was so proud of myself that I decided that I never wanted to forget that I could do anything that I set my mind to."

"Was that the year that you bought the house?" I asked.

"No, I bought the house when I got the 'Cum Queen' tattoo. That year, I turned a lot of heads at the club. A porn producer came in and made me an offer to star in six movies he was producing. That money is what I used to buy this house."

"You did porn?" I was completely shocked. I knew that my mom stripped, and I was honestly proud of her for doing it; it was a way that she could make money and still take care of me. But I had no idea that she did porn.

"Yes, baby, I should have told you, but I didn't know how you'd take it. I thought it might be too much."

"Really? Are you open about everything? What made this different?"

"Well, I got a lot of money for those six videos; they weren't just any videos. They were extreme. They were also for a private collector, and I knew that they would almost certainly never reach the public eye, so you'd never see them."

"Extreme, you using that word says something! They must have been pretty intense. Also, for a private collector, not for the public? What was all this?

"So the producer was hired by a VERY wealthy man to make a set of six videos featuring me. I guess he had been to the club on a night I was there, and became very interested in me and my look. When I met him, before we started shooting the videos, I instantly remembered him from about a year before. He hired me for the whole night in the champagne room, and he WAY overpaid. I guess he couldn't stop thinking about that night, and decided that he wanted me to star in six of his greatest fantasies. I made nearly a million dollars after taxes for those six movies. It's what set us up here and made it so both of us could do what we wanted pretty much for the rest of our lives."

"Whoa, I knew you made a lot of money stripping, and I know you have a good stock portfolio and all that, but I didn't know that we were loaded!"

Mom started laughing, "Well, as long as we keep living like we are not loaded, this money will last forever, with a little luck and some wise investing. I actually use the same investment agency as the guy for whom I made the movies. He gave me a sum of money that, as long as it was invested wisely and we lived modestly, neither of us would ever have to work again."

"Wow," then it hit me again, "extreme, how extreme?"

"Well, it turns out that this guy had an extreme mommy fetish. I played his submissive mother. In each of the six videos, he had me play out one fetish theme. The first one was extreme bondage. Others were gang bang mom, gloryhole mom, mom cucks dad with son, and mom fucked in public." She looked at me seriously. "These videos might sound extreme or bad, but they set us up for life. I don't regret doing them."

I looked at her with total love, "I totally understand and love you. Thank you for the sacrifice you made!" We hugged, a very mother-son hug at this point, and the sexual tension was broken.

After a hug and a few tears, I said, "So I guess the 'sub mommy' tattoo is in remembrance of those movies."

"No, that memory is in the 'Cum Queen' tattoo."

I was confused. "Oh, so then what does 'Sub Mommy' mean?"

She looked at me very directly, "It is there to remind me of what I realized while making those videos. I realized that I actually am a submissive mother. I realized that it turns me on to be obedient. The fetish that was being explored in those videos was also my fetish. I'm extremely turned on by that idea."

"So does my questioning you, pulling off your panties, and positioning you for a close-up look turn you on?" I asked.

"Couldn't you tell. Can't you see how wet I got?" She bit her lip again.

I looked her straight in the eyes, "So do you wish to be submissive to Me?"

"Yes, sir. I will do whatever you ask, whenever you ask, with whom or whatever you ask me to do it with," Mom said in a very enthusiastic tone of voice.

I instantly go hard again. I realized that my life had just gotten way better than I ever thought it could be. I was rich, and I had an obedient slut who would do whatever or whoever I asked her to.