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The common denotative meanings are a sexually promiscuous woman, [1] or "an immoral or dissolute woman; prostitute. Similar terms used for men are cad , rake , male slut , man whore , himbo , womanizer , stud , and player. Although the ultimate origin of the word slut is unknown, it first appeared in Middle English in as slutte AHD , with the meaning "a dirty, untidy, or slovenly woman". It was used to describe a woman as dirty, or refer to her as a prostitute, harlot, or immoral woman.

The word slut also took a similar form around the same era in the Norwegian language as "slutr" sleet, also known as an impure liquor. Another early meaning was "kitchen maid or drudge" c.

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Today, the term slut has a pervasive presence in popular culture and pornography , but is almost exclusively used to describe women. An exact male equivalent of the term does not exist. The lack of a comparably popular term for men highlights the double standard in societal expectations gender roles between males and females, as negative terms for sexually promiscuous males are rare.

For example, a man's masculinity can be undermined by using terms such as weak , sissy , pussy , or whipped. They also dismiss female-on-male abuse, and are just as powerful and representative of modern societal prejudices. Hence, women may find it difficult to hold high positions at their workplace, whereas men may be mocked for choosing to be stay-at-home fathers.

Although a sexually active and professionally successful woman might be seen as a threat, a man without those qualities is often regarded with suspicion and questions about his sexuality. The word slut is commonly interchanged with the words tramp , whore , hoe , nympho , and hooker. All of these words have a very negative connotation. Additional meanings and connotations of the term are negative and identify a slut as being a slovenly and ugly person, for example, as in these quotations from OED2 :.

The attack on the character of the person is perhaps best brought together by the highly suggestive and related compound word, slut's-hole , meaning a place or receptacle for rubbish; [17] the associated quote provides a sense of this original meaning:. The word slut is used as a slang term in the BDSM , polyamorous , and gay and bisexual communities. Unlike women, who are usually policed for being sexually promiscuous, men are often criticized for not being masculine or dominant enough, thus questioning their heterosexuality.

Unlike women, who are expected to be sexually chaste, men are expected to be sexually active, thus having more sexual freedom. When discussing sexual activity, slut is used to shame gay men for taking sexual risks, such as unprotected sex or having multiple partners. However, if used in a humorous way, slut may also favor sexual freedom and mark the shift from traditional gender roles in gay men. With BDSM , polyamorous, and non-monogamous people, in usage taken from the book The Ethical Slut , the term has been used as an expression of choice to openly have multiple partners , and revel in that choice: "a slut is a person of any gender who has the courage to lead life according to the radical proposition that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you.

The term has been reappropriated to express the rejection of the concept that government, society, or religion may judge or control one's personal liberties, and the right to control one's own sexuality. The blog now consists of entries from members of all ages, ethnicities, and genders. The film, UnSlut: A Documentary Film , coincides with the project and is screened across the country. Slut shaming in college is related to "class, gender, culture, media, feminism, ethnicity, religion and sexuality.

The word "dress code" is being viewed as slut shaming because it creates a double standard for people, especially women. The double standard associated with "slut-labeling" is part of the modern day rape culture. Rape culture is "the casual debasement [of women] People from all sects of society contribute to this justification. She was just a big titted slut to him. The fact that is was his own mom made it all the better.

She was hoping to slip in unnoticed, but knew that was impossible when she saw Miss Dori standing at her desk.. I overslept. I've never been late before in all the time I've been wo.. Janice felt like a bug, pinned to the spot by the younger woman's stare. She didn't say a word. Just looked at her for what seemed an eternity, then stalked off.

Janice new better than to come in late again. It was harder than she originally thought. Thinking in erotic, sexy ways was new to the 37 year old mother, but she had to start if she wanted her relationship with her lover to continue. He must get lots of women go through there every day.

She look over and for the first time noticed that all her co-workers where staring at her. Everyone just looked at her, not saying a word. Slowly the hum of the office started up again and everyone went back to working. She'd practically run to the restroom after the humiliating experience. While she sat there, she heard a few of the other women in her office enter the restroom.

Must be years since she last got any good meat in her! I mean, have you seen the way she dresses. I've known nuns with more style than that old cow. She tried to imagine who they could possible be talking about. It was only as they began to leave that she heard one of them say.. Who the hell do they think they are to talk about ME like that! I'll show them. I DO have a man of my own More so now than ever.

She'd show them that she could be just as desirable as they were. All she had to do was follow her lovers directions and she'd show everyone! The shop was just as she remember it. Small, dark, and smelling of sex and cigarets. Hello"she whispered out. Let me guess. You've come back for a bigger size, or perhaps something a bit thicker. It's plenty big enough thank.. I mean No, NO it's fine! Janice was becoming flustered again. It seemed the moment she walked into the place her mind had been left outside.

He'd been thinking of her ever since she'd come in a couple of days ago. He loved the way her face turned bright red when ever he asked her anything. It made his dick stone hard knowing she was so uncomfortable around him. Is it ok if I just look around a while? Take your time, look around. She never realized what a wide selection of videos there were. This was going to take more time than she'd originally thought. Not after this morning. I"m going to have to ask She knew the moment the man started talking to her she would fall into the same jumbled mess she had before.

I was wondering if you could suggest a video? We carry a little of everything here. What kind you looking for? I'm kinda.. I was I need to.. He'd long since taken his dick out and was slowly stroking it behind the counter ,out of site, as he watched her try and explain her need to him. He smiled like a cat asked to watch the canary. In the mean time why don't you have a quick peek at our video booths in back?

Why yes thank you. Thank you very much. He watched her as she went into the back, the streak of his precum drying on her skirt where she'd wiped her hand.

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As soon as she was out of sight he opened a small cabinet behind the counter and took out one of the specialty tapes hidden there. Janice stumbled around till she saw the faint glow of the tv monitors up ahead. The place reeked of.. She found an empty booth and dropped a token in. Instantly the small room was lite up by the image of a young woman happily bouncing up and down on a mans huge cock. The girl seemed so happy. So content, Janice remember how wonderful her dildo had felt up inside her last night.

How full and complete it had made her. She could feel her pussy begin to drool as the lewd images flashed before her in the darkness. She looked around then quickly slipped her hand up under her skirt and let one of her fingers slide into her buttery smooth pussy. It was so hot, felt so good. As she fingered herself she began to enjoy the deep musky smell of the back room. It was so manly she thought so.. Her fingers flew wildly in and out of her. She new that anyone could walk in at any moment but she didn't care. She didn't know what had suddenly come over her.

She just felt so horny, her pussy burned for something more than just her fingers to fill it. As she leaned against the side of the booth, skirt hiked up around her waist, fingers pistoning in and out of her she noticed for the first time she wasn't alone. Across from her in the opposite booth was a man staring at her as she fingered herself. She should have felt shame at him seeing her in such a private way, but she didn't care. Her pussy was in control at the moment. She turned her head to look directly at the man, her hips now thrusting themselves onto her hand as she neared orgasm.

At ME. It made her believe she was sexy. That she was desirable and not the pathetic older woman the girls at the office thought her to be. She felt like a real woman for the first time in a long time as she lewdly pumped half her hand into her twat with loud sucking sounds. I still have a chance Her body shook violently as her pussy clamped down on her fingers again and again.

She noticed that the man across from her had walked over and was now pumping on his swollen prick mere inches from her leg. She just continued to ride her fingers as wave after wave of lust pasted over her. Just as she was coming down from the sexual daze she felt something hot hit the side of her calf, then another, so looked down to see the stranger shooting thick gooey white ropes of cum across her exposed leg. She could feel it's hot sticky wetness as is drooled down her leg toward her shoes and all she could do was smile and think to her self She stood there with his cum running down her leg and pussy juice covering her hands and most of her inner thighs.

Reality slowly started to sink back into her mind as her pussy now sated released control. I must be going MAD! She couldn't find anything.. There was nothing to use to wipe it up with. Jut then her watched sounded off, beeping the hour to her. I've got to go now. The clerk looked at her and smiled.

She could meet his gaze, not now, not after what she'd.. Well it's a rental, you'll have to return it in two days. Here you go. It only dawned on her then that she would have to come back to return the tape. She had made it back with only seconds to spare. She quickly tucked the leg with the mans cum on it under her desk and out of sight.

She spent the rest of the day trying to get her work done and ignore the whispers around the office about her. By the time she got home Janice was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. All she wanted to do was take a long hot shower and forget the day ever happed. You're the one who practically begged me to help you with this. I told you about going into my room young man. Of course see didn't know she was telling her son at the time she sent the mail off. I just thought I'd bring it down and save you a bit of time.

I didn't mean to snap at you I'm just really tired" Janice reached out and took the small piece of stretch material. Her email man had told her to have someone else make a photo record of her exercise program, and she had no one else to turn to. He knew she needed him. Hell, he'd made sure she would have to come to him for help. She couldn't afford to make her son angry with her. She didn't really have any close female friends she could ask to help her, and he was the only male in her life. Well, him and her new e-mail mystery man. She made a mental note to make it up to John somehow.

After all, he was only trying to help her. As usual, before she'd even taken off her shoes or gotten out of her work clothes, Janice went to check her messages. She sat and waited patiently.. No new message greeted her. I must have dialed into my account wrong. It has to work She tried retyping in her password and user name John honey come down her quick.. Something's wrong with my computer! I can't I can't seem to get She looked like an alcoholic trying to coax the last few drops from a bottle as she tried to get her computer to give her just one more message.

How would she send him proof that she was worthy of him. How would she John stood just around the corner from the den, listening to his mother as she tried to get her computer to work. He knew it wouldn't do her any good, he'd seen to that earlier. Oh sure his mother could send messages, type up letters, and even scan her pictures in, but beyond that she was lost when it came to understanding the programs that made it all run.

He tried to hide the wicked smile on his face as he turned the corner and walked into the den. A look of panic and fear crossed Janice's face as her fingers flew over the keyboard trying all the tricks she'd learned from her son to get the computer to load up properly.

She turned away in frustration and began to call out again. Oh there you are. My computer seems to be locked up. I can't check my messages. Did you try rebooting? She tried the computer again. John looked at his mothers ass as she turned around and bent over, hitting a few keys on her computer. He knew when he'd fixed it so she couldn't use it that she would be a bit on edge, but he wasn't expecting her to fall apart so fast.

His dick swelled and his young balls ached as he watched her ass sway beneath her skirt while she worked on getting her computer back up and running. He'd noticed that his mother seemed to be swishing her ass around a lot more lately, or maybe it was just that he was now noticing it. Everything was working out as he'd planed. He pulled his eyes away and tried to make his next few words sound angry.

She needed him and he used that fact as leverage. Janice wasn't thinking straight. She ever so slightly wiggled her hips back and forth as she tried to get her computer running. She hadn't been thinking straight for some time now. Her thoughts lately had been muddled and always seemed to focus on her new lover. At her son's words Janice stood and looked up quickly.

As she tried to figure out what to say to her son she found her self thinking in a strange new way. She should be furious with him for talking back to her that way. Instead all should could think about was that if he didn't help her, she would loses all contact with her new love. I mean no, no Wait please.

I'm sorry John I woke up late, had a terrible time at lunch John raised an eyebrow and looked at his mom. He liked to hear her beg in that winey voice. He'd never heard her speak to him with anything less than absolute motherly authority, and now her voice was dripping with sweetness trying to coax him into helping her. He loved playing with his mother this way. Some times he felt guilty over what he was doing to her. When ever he felt that way he'd look at the pictures she'd sent him. Pictures of her spread wide and looking like a complete whore, or the video of her exercising with her big tits flopping around and ass shaking about.

All guilt would be gone as he jacked off to these things. She was his toy now. His new plaything, and he loved the feel of power he had over her. In the mean time go get into your workout clothes. This way we won't lose any time. Slowly she left to go get changed. He'd been trying to keep her off balance deliberately. Making sure she was up late taking pictures of her self. Keeping her worn down with the exercise program, and now making sure her alarm wouldn't go off to wake her in time for work.

She was slowly breaking down and he loved every moment. What son wouldn't want to get the upper hand on his mother. The almost sheer fabric hid practically nothing as her large tits seemed to want to spill out of the deeply cut front with each jugg jiggling step she took. The bottom wasn't any better. The bottom kept working it's way up her ass, and the crotch looked like her pussy was trying to swallow it as it kept slipping between her swollen cunt lips.

She looked at the ridiculous image of her self in the mirror.


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Where once stood a dignified respected older woman, now stood the image of a cheap looking slut. The tight lycra leotard was almost worse than being naked. The way her tits strained against the top and made her nipples visible was bad enough, but the bottom was just obscene. The only one who sees me dressed like this is John, and he could care less. She didn't want her only son to look at her in a sexual way, but he was a man well a boy really and she couldn't help but feel a little unattractive at the thought of him not seeming to care that she was about to bounce around in front of him half nude.

She stopping every few feet to pull the bottom of her suit out from her ass. John looked at his mom standing there in her tiny uniform. He'd be pumping a thick load out tonight thinking about the way she looked now. Her hair and make up still styled so business like and professional, while her body was dressed in something more fitting a street hooker.

Looks like your computer need some major work. It'll take me a day or two ta get it running again. What was she going to do! She needed a computer You know that. HAVE to send.. She knew she could just tell him to bring it down. Order him as his mother, but then he wouldn't help her with the exercises any more. Either way she was going to lose her new man.

If she didn't get online and send off her photos she would lose him. If she ordered John to let her use his computer, she wouldn't have anyone to help her exercise and would still lose her lover. She was on the verge of crying when she heard her son say.. I guess you can use it as long as it stays in my room. Relief flooded over her as she once again knew she could mail her new love. The feel of his mother tits against him felt good as he hugged her back.

He could smell the slight hint of her perfume, along with what he'd come to recognize as the smell of his mother over heated pussy. He lightly pressed his hard dick against his mom as they hugged. He could feel her stiffen slightly as he did, but she didn't let go of him right away. Janice was happy. The world was right again. She would still be able to talk with her love and send him the pictures he wanted. As she hugged her son she thought she felt him push what felt like a VERY stiff dick against her. She froze for a moment. She must have been mistaken.

Why would her son have a hard-on over his middle-aged mother. It must just be her mind playing tricks on her again. He started with jumping jacks again. This time she needed to do 25 of them. As she jumped up her tits, unrestrained by a bra began to bounce and jump against her chest painfully. She had always had a rather large bustline. It had helped her attracted he first husband Frank, but as the years wore on they had begun to sag ever so slightly and now needed to have a bra to support their massive weight.

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By the time she finished her last jump her chest was stinging and her nipples felt a little raw from all the rubbing up and down against the inside of her leotard. She felt a small spark of excitment begin inside her as her nipples throbbed. Janice was out of breath already, but knew she had to keep going if she was ever to get slim down to her new lovers ideal weight. Those are always good.

He just kept reminding himself that the hidden video camera was taping everything for him to ogle over later. Janice was a little worried about how the crotch of her leotard would work up inside her if she squatted down. It was already riding pretty high from just the jumping jacks. He'd not even paying attention to you.

John began to count out the knee bends Janice went down, her knees parting as she squatted, the clothe of her suite pressing tightly against her mound. As she went back down she could feel the bottom just beginning to snake up. Her pussy began to bulge out around the sides as the material was forced up between her lips Four With this one the hem disappeared between her fat cunt lips and her pussy was clearly visible.

She looked over at her son nervously and was glad to see that he wasn't even facing her. He had his nose buried in some book. What she didn't know was that the video camera was at a perfect angle to capture every moment. As she went down this time she began to realize that the material had bunched so that every time she sank down to her knees it slide deliciously across her tender little clitty. She bit her lower lip and looked over at her son again. Her pussy was starting to drool. Her knees began to get a little shaky as her pussy juiced up and her clit began to swell, making the material rub even more with every move.

Her hips began to give a slight thrust forward every time she slide down. The material of her leotard now soaked with her cunt cream began to squish back and forth. Janice could feel an orgasm approaching. She new if she kept this up she would cum, but if she stopped it would cause her son to look over at her. He'd see that the inside of her thighs were already covered in her cream and her pussy was hungrily chewing on the band of clothe riding between her legs. Janice closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of her hot pussy's pleasure.

He head was spinning and she felt dizzy with lust. She could feel the pressure building up in her cunt as it boiled and juiced. As she slide down her knees gave out and a powerful orgasm ripped through the middle-aged mothers cunt. Her hips jerked as she rode the wave of pleasure, forgetting that her son was only a few feet away. It was a few moments before she realized that her son had stopped counting. The force of her powerful orgasm still had her dazed.

She barely noticed that it was her son helping her to her feet. She stood there with a happy "well fucked bitch" smile on her face as her son handed her a poster board and the took a picture. Janice stood there.


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That while he was trying to help her better her self, she had rutted around on the floor in the throws of a powerful orgasm like some slut. Shame burned inside her. Her flushed face slowly began to turn a deeper red from the embarrassment and humiliation of it all. She looked at her son as he patted her on the arm. You look really tired. She began to cry He thinks that I just collapsed from the strain of the workout.

Janice felt small and cheap as these thought filled her head. So she let herself believe that he didn't know she'd just creamed during her workout. She needed to believe it. She was changing, she could feel it. She would never have done something like that before.. Janice picked up the Polaroid picture of herself. It showed her holding the chart of progress, a slight glistening wetness between her legs, and her leotard pulled WAY up her snatch.

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As she looked at it she frowned I could have sworn he had taken 3 photos.. She took the picture and headed up to take a long relaxing hot shower and let the day fade away into a distant memory. The thick shaft of his swollen cock began to spew out hot gooey ropes of cum as he looked at the other two pictures he had take of his mother. Oh sure, she would have sent them to him through her messages eventually, but he couldn't wait. After watching his mother cum like the slut he knew she was, he needed release. All doubts he may have had about turning his mom into his sex slave slut vanished as he'd watched her withering on the floor before him.

As the flood of cum from his bloated balls began to subside he looked at the small puddles of his jiz he'd squirted onto the floor. His face took on an almost evil look as a plan to get his mother to swollen his cum unknowingly crossed his mind. The memories and trials of the past week faded into distant dreams.

The weekend was finally here and Janice Monroe was planning on catching up on some well needed rest. While letting the spray of the shower hit her body one of the jets struck her nipple and caused it to stiffen instantly. A tingle began to spread over her body as she stood still, letting the hard pulse from the shower head dance over the ever hardening nib of her tit. Her pussy began to boil again and one of her soapy hand found it's way down and began to rub it. She could feel the beginning of an orgasm start to build deep within her. She thought of the man at the Adult Shop who had jerked off on her.

The feel of his hot cum at it hit her leg in slimmy bursts, then ran down and cooled against her hot flesh. Her pussy spasmed slightly against her fingers She thought of the look on the clerks face as he leered at her. Staring at her body. Seeing the drying cum and knowing what must have gone on in the back booths. Her pussy tingled and gripped her fingers harder, but still her orgasm was just out of reach. She though of the women she had overheard in the bathroom at work, and was surprised to find her pussy flutter slightly at the though that one had though she had nice tits.

She remembered looking over at her son sitting on the couch, seemingly reading a book. The way her pussy felt with the crotch of her leotard jammed up inside it and the slick feeling of her thighs as they rubbed together every time she stood. She remembered cumming in front of her son, Her pussy clutched at her stabbing fingers and she could feel her cunt muscles trying to milk them, as if trying to coax cum from her finger tips. Her body shook violently and she almost fell as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure washed over her.

It was some time before the panting woman was able to regain control and slide her fingers from herself. She felt worse now than ever. On no! What kind of mother was she, to be getting excited over such things was wrong. He must think his mother is so cheap. I only pray he keeps thinking I collapsed from exhaustion instead of wanton lust John worked fast in his mother's room. He didn't know how long she would be in the shower so he had to hurry. She kept the door to her room closed all the time now, so the smell of her nightly activities was strong. The smell of pussy seemed to be everywhere.

Her sheets lay crumbled at the foot of her bed, along with an assortment of hardcore magazines and what John had come to recognized as her favorite dildo. Digging through her dresser drawers he grabbed another couple of her plain white panties and stuffed them into his pocket. He'd been slowly taking them out from her room for the last week, depositing them in the clothes hamper, till all she had left to wear was the sexier styles. As he walked from her room he pause and looked at her alarm.

She'd forgotten to set it this morning and had been off schedule all day. He knew that being wo rn down was helping him to manipulate her. He couldn't afford to let her catch up on her sleep, so he made sure to set her alarm to go off at 4 am.

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Once his mom woke up he knew she couldn't easily fall back to sleep. She was just a set of tits and holes to be use for his dicks future pleasure. Janice Monroe wasn't the only one changing. Her once loving and devoted son was becoming more and more manipulative and degading to her by the day. She was in no hurry to face her son again. She wrapped herself up in her robe and headed toward her bedroom, checking the hallway to make sure her son wasn't around first.

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As she opened her door the dimly little room reminded her of the grimy Sex Shop. It was dark She made a note to herself to spend some time this weekend to clean up the room and air it out. Heading over to her dresser drawer she looked around for something to put on. All her regular panties were gone she noticed. Only the crotch less and high french cut lacy styles remained.